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Full time indie artist in a torrid love affair with everything not quite human. Superhero fangirl, robot afficionado, monsterfucker extraordinaire, certified blasphemer and enemy of the Church. Mom to a pit of snakes and tarantulas, with the wallet full of baby pictures to prove it.
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subscribestar.adult/vicekillxNo one knows what lies beyond
But we can either flee futilely
Or accept it with open arms
Ridiculously fun experimental comic ink commission for @howlitzer <3
Character © @howlitzer
Art © VicekillX
Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil
Twenty-one petals of daffodils
Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill
I'll fly home today
Though my brittle body was caught in his snare
My soul would learn how to travel where
The eyes of the rabbits were gleaming there
On the isle of Hy-Brasil
Seven years we drown, seven years we rise,
Said the black rabbit with the ancient eyes
You'll be free, oh lura lae
He cannot match your will
This song gives me such a strong Ian vibe, even if the lyrics of a lot of others fit more closely. And then finding out the symbolism of daffodils just sealed the deal
Ian, art © VicekillX