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Sami | 31 | He/She/They | Artist, writer, aspiring game dev and Vtuber | Main @mygenderispanda

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My main OC is LOOOONG overdue for an actual outfit ref
February 10, 2026 at 9:32 PM
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Bumping these because my moron of a dad hit the wrong damn button when getting gas this morning and now we're even more broke than usual...
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OPENING WRITING #COMMISSIONS FOR EXTRA CASH!!

Prices and order form here: pandappuccino.neocities.org/commissions

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He still vividly recalled the day they met, when he went by the name Carus, an IPC employee who had been swiftly climbing the ranks of promotion under Jade's tutelage. He had read a dossier on him beforehand to learn who his business partner was: a survivor of the Second Katica-Avgin Extinction Event, sold as a slave and brought into the IPC after he killed his owner, the previous Aventurine. He vividly recalled that they would be assigned to a mission together, as the last test to earn a position as one of the Ten Stonehearts. It was a fairly simple test, one that would benefit the IPC as a whole and the Intelligensia Guild specifically: a company that had been particularly tight-lipped on particularly valuable knowledge that could benefit in the field of medicine, and Carus had been tasked with negotiating an investment that would bring them into the IPC's fold and allow for the distribution of that knowledge. Ratio had been assigned to join him, as his own pursuit of knowledge would be great leverage. He vividly recalled their first meeting, when that cold iron revolver was shoved into his hand, loaded with a single bullet. He vividly recalled Carus pulling the barrel towards himself, pressing it against his heart and forcing Ratio to squeeze the trigger once, twice, thrice. Three empty clicks, and that unwavering smirk. "Life is a big gamble...and I'm always the final victor." He stared at the white-haired boy, frozen in place, save a hand clutching his chest against the lingering pain--and the uncontrollable shaking of the cold and shock that wracked his tiny frame. It wasn't as cold as the sea, but there was an uncomfortable chill settling into his bones and freezing him from the inside out. After a few moments, the other boy offered a hand to him. "Hey, it's okay," he said, tone gentle, as though speaking to a frightened animal. "You're okay, you're safe here." ...safe...? He didn't know what it meant to be "safe". His entire life was spent fighting death itself, after all. Even the brief reprieves of death were treacherous, as he could still be lured ever deeper and be unable to return if his will to live faltered. He didn't know what safety felt like, and all of this felt like a trap to him. He stared at the boy for several seconds, then at his hand, then back at his face. Sunday sets down the brush on the vanity, takes a moment to admire his work. "There, as soft as silk and as radiant as spun gold. You look as dazzling as the stars themselves. What do you think?" In his reflection, he only sees a doll. An unmoving doll, with two-toned glass eyes, with shoulder-length golden hair, with a flowing gown in white and blue and gold that Sunday had dressed him in, leaving his ball-jointed arms exposed to trace gloved fingertips along when he grows restless. How long has he been trapped? His body in the waking world has long perished, the shock of the Emanator's final attack too much for him to endure. He exists as little more than a phantom, trapped within the gilded cage of Penacony, doomed to eternity as Sunday's plaything. He can no longer move of his own volition. He can no longer speak. A beautiful doll that Sunday can play with as much as he likes, and he cannot fight back. ...and yet, there is no cruelty to be found in this existence. His steps echoed all too loudly in the empty streets. He couldn't move faster than a slow walk, trudging forward, taking in the sights of the massacre. They were killed swiftly, with no chance to retaliate, yet their deaths were far from painless, as their frozen expressions revealed. Their last moments were filled with unbearable agony. A pair of Cloud Knights lay in a heap of melted armor and flesh, their glaives malformed and twisted nearly beyond recognition, only identifiable by a scrap of pale blue cloth from their uniforms. The way they crumpled, the way the melted slag of their glaives lay, hinted that they were running towards the docks...though whether to flee, or to give chase, he couldn't tell. The barely-identifiable body of a Malefic Ape, charred black as night, crumbled and scattered into the winds at the slightest touch. The same fate befell a pair of Golden Hounds, whose remains fell apart just by the brush of his coat. A single Disciple, an alchemist, remained even marginally intact, yet he dared not approach--as sparks of golden lightning still arced across their body. Golden leaves, shimmering and sparkling, lay strewn about the pier, as though beckoning him to follow the path before him. A single boat had been left behind, tethered with frayed rope, an invitation to come to Scalegorge Waterscape. He accepted the invitation.
February 2, 2026 at 4:47 PM
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WIP of Shaula's updated RahiTuber model~

I removed the ruffles from her blouse to make it easier to draw, and added a little more fluff to her hair.

I also came to realize that I gave her Riddle Rosehearts' bangs. Oops.
February 2, 2026 at 2:49 AM
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Finished the art, went to make a PNGTube Remix model and it crashed, art's too big for RahiTuber...back to the drawing board, BUT, the design is finished!

Meet Shaula, my Vtuber over at @constellariumvt.bsky.social!
A watermarked drawing of a young woman. The woman has shoulder-length blonde hair, large blue eyes, and fair skin. Notably, she has pointy ears poking out from under her hair. She is wearing a white blouse with a navy-blue pinafore-style skirt, and a small matching tie held in place with a round golden brooch inset with a large ruby. The blouse has golden buttons and a golden trim around the collar, while the skirt has a golden trim and four golden buttons on the abdomen. She is wearing white stockings that fade to a pale golden color towards her feet, and chunky blue mary-janes with golden soles. She also has glasses with round, gold frames, and a simple blue hairband.
January 30, 2026 at 1:48 PM
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Soooo I just found out I owe $176 in taxes (hooray for the American healthcare system!) and I do not *have* $176 (I don't even have $1.76). Sooo.

Yeah! These are DEFINITELY open.
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OPENING WRITING #COMMISSIONS FOR EXTRA CASH!!

Prices and order form here: pandappuccino.neocities.org/commissions

Samples:
He still vividly recalled the day they met, when he went by the name Carus, an IPC employee who had been swiftly climbing the ranks of promotion under Jade's tutelage. He had read a dossier on him beforehand to learn who his business partner was: a survivor of the Second Katica-Avgin Extinction Event, sold as a slave and brought into the IPC after he killed his owner, the previous Aventurine. He vividly recalled that they would be assigned to a mission together, as the last test to earn a position as one of the Ten Stonehearts. It was a fairly simple test, one that would benefit the IPC as a whole and the Intelligensia Guild specifically: a company that had been particularly tight-lipped on particularly valuable knowledge that could benefit in the field of medicine, and Carus had been tasked with negotiating an investment that would bring them into the IPC's fold and allow for the distribution of that knowledge. Ratio had been assigned to join him, as his own pursuit of knowledge would be great leverage. He vividly recalled their first meeting, when that cold iron revolver was shoved into his hand, loaded with a single bullet. He vividly recalled Carus pulling the barrel towards himself, pressing it against his heart and forcing Ratio to squeeze the trigger once, twice, thrice. Three empty clicks, and that unwavering smirk. "Life is a big gamble...and I'm always the final victor." He stared at the white-haired boy, frozen in place, save a hand clutching his chest against the lingering pain--and the uncontrollable shaking of the cold and shock that wracked his tiny frame. It wasn't as cold as the sea, but there was an uncomfortable chill settling into his bones and freezing him from the inside out. After a few moments, the other boy offered a hand to him. "Hey, it's okay," he said, tone gentle, as though speaking to a frightened animal. "You're okay, you're safe here." ...safe...? He didn't know what it meant to be "safe". His entire life was spent fighting death itself, after all. Even the brief reprieves of death were treacherous, as he could still be lured ever deeper and be unable to return if his will to live faltered. He didn't know what safety felt like, and all of this felt like a trap to him. He stared at the boy for several seconds, then at his hand, then back at his face. Sunday sets down the brush on the vanity, takes a moment to admire his work. "There, as soft as silk and as radiant as spun gold. You look as dazzling as the stars themselves. What do you think?" In his reflection, he only sees a doll. An unmoving doll, with two-toned glass eyes, with shoulder-length golden hair, with a flowing gown in white and blue and gold that Sunday had dressed him in, leaving his ball-jointed arms exposed to trace gloved fingertips along when he grows restless. How long has he been trapped? His body in the waking world has long perished, the shock of the Emanator's final attack too much for him to endure. He exists as little more than a phantom, trapped within the gilded cage of Penacony, doomed to eternity as Sunday's plaything. He can no longer move of his own volition. He can no longer speak. A beautiful doll that Sunday can play with as much as he likes, and he cannot fight back. ...and yet, there is no cruelty to be found in this existence. His steps echoed all too loudly in the empty streets. He couldn't move faster than a slow walk, trudging forward, taking in the sights of the massacre. They were killed swiftly, with no chance to retaliate, yet their deaths were far from painless, as their frozen expressions revealed. Their last moments were filled with unbearable agony. A pair of Cloud Knights lay in a heap of melted armor and flesh, their glaives malformed and twisted nearly beyond recognition, only identifiable by a scrap of pale blue cloth from their uniforms. The way they crumpled, the way the melted slag of their glaives lay, hinted that they were running towards the docks...though whether to flee, or to give chase, he couldn't tell. The barely-identifiable body of a Malefic Ape, charred black as night, crumbled and scattered into the winds at the slightest touch. The same fate befell a pair of Golden Hounds, whose remains fell apart just by the brush of his coat. A single Disciple, an alchemist, remained even marginally intact, yet he dared not approach--as sparks of golden lightning still arced across their body. Golden leaves, shimmering and sparkling, lay strewn about the pier, as though beckoning him to follow the path before him. A single boat had been left behind, tethered with frayed rope, an invitation to come to Scalegorge Waterscape. He accepted the invitation.
January 22, 2026 at 8:12 PM
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Draft design for my Vtuber, Shaula. Nowhere NEAR a finalized design, just something to get a rough idea out.
January 23, 2026 at 1:17 AM
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Soooo I just found out I owe $176 in taxes (hooray for the American healthcare system!) and I do not *have* $176 (I don't even have $1.76). Sooo.

Yeah! These are DEFINITELY open.
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OPENING WRITING #COMMISSIONS FOR EXTRA CASH!!

Prices and order form here: pandappuccino.neocities.org/commissions

Samples:
He still vividly recalled the day they met, when he went by the name Carus, an IPC employee who had been swiftly climbing the ranks of promotion under Jade's tutelage. He had read a dossier on him beforehand to learn who his business partner was: a survivor of the Second Katica-Avgin Extinction Event, sold as a slave and brought into the IPC after he killed his owner, the previous Aventurine. He vividly recalled that they would be assigned to a mission together, as the last test to earn a position as one of the Ten Stonehearts. It was a fairly simple test, one that would benefit the IPC as a whole and the Intelligensia Guild specifically: a company that had been particularly tight-lipped on particularly valuable knowledge that could benefit in the field of medicine, and Carus had been tasked with negotiating an investment that would bring them into the IPC's fold and allow for the distribution of that knowledge. Ratio had been assigned to join him, as his own pursuit of knowledge would be great leverage. He vividly recalled their first meeting, when that cold iron revolver was shoved into his hand, loaded with a single bullet. He vividly recalled Carus pulling the barrel towards himself, pressing it against his heart and forcing Ratio to squeeze the trigger once, twice, thrice. Three empty clicks, and that unwavering smirk. "Life is a big gamble...and I'm always the final victor." He stared at the white-haired boy, frozen in place, save a hand clutching his chest against the lingering pain--and the uncontrollable shaking of the cold and shock that wracked his tiny frame. It wasn't as cold as the sea, but there was an uncomfortable chill settling into his bones and freezing him from the inside out. After a few moments, the other boy offered a hand to him. "Hey, it's okay," he said, tone gentle, as though speaking to a frightened animal. "You're okay, you're safe here." ...safe...? He didn't know what it meant to be "safe". His entire life was spent fighting death itself, after all. Even the brief reprieves of death were treacherous, as he could still be lured ever deeper and be unable to return if his will to live faltered. He didn't know what safety felt like, and all of this felt like a trap to him. He stared at the boy for several seconds, then at his hand, then back at his face. Sunday sets down the brush on the vanity, takes a moment to admire his work. "There, as soft as silk and as radiant as spun gold. You look as dazzling as the stars themselves. What do you think?" In his reflection, he only sees a doll. An unmoving doll, with two-toned glass eyes, with shoulder-length golden hair, with a flowing gown in white and blue and gold that Sunday had dressed him in, leaving his ball-jointed arms exposed to trace gloved fingertips along when he grows restless. How long has he been trapped? His body in the waking world has long perished, the shock of the Emanator's final attack too much for him to endure. He exists as little more than a phantom, trapped within the gilded cage of Penacony, doomed to eternity as Sunday's plaything. He can no longer move of his own volition. He can no longer speak. A beautiful doll that Sunday can play with as much as he likes, and he cannot fight back. ...and yet, there is no cruelty to be found in this existence. His steps echoed all too loudly in the empty streets. He couldn't move faster than a slow walk, trudging forward, taking in the sights of the massacre. They were killed swiftly, with no chance to retaliate, yet their deaths were far from painless, as their frozen expressions revealed. Their last moments were filled with unbearable agony. A pair of Cloud Knights lay in a heap of melted armor and flesh, their glaives malformed and twisted nearly beyond recognition, only identifiable by a scrap of pale blue cloth from their uniforms. The way they crumpled, the way the melted slag of their glaives lay, hinted that they were running towards the docks...though whether to flee, or to give chase, he couldn't tell. The barely-identifiable body of a Malefic Ape, charred black as night, crumbled and scattered into the winds at the slightest touch. The same fate befell a pair of Golden Hounds, whose remains fell apart just by the brush of his coat. A single Disciple, an alchemist, remained even marginally intact, yet he dared not approach--as sparks of golden lightning still arced across their body. Golden leaves, shimmering and sparkling, lay strewn about the pier, as though beckoning him to follow the path before him. A single boat had been left behind, tethered with frayed rope, an invitation to come to Scalegorge Waterscape. He accepted the invitation.
January 22, 2026 at 8:12 PM
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OPENING WRITING #COMMISSIONS FOR EXTRA CASH!!

Prices and order form here: pandappuccino.neocities.org/commissions

Samples:
He still vividly recalled the day they met, when he went by the name Carus, an IPC employee who had been swiftly climbing the ranks of promotion under Jade's tutelage. He had read a dossier on him beforehand to learn who his business partner was: a survivor of the Second Katica-Avgin Extinction Event, sold as a slave and brought into the IPC after he killed his owner, the previous Aventurine. He vividly recalled that they would be assigned to a mission together, as the last test to earn a position as one of the Ten Stonehearts. It was a fairly simple test, one that would benefit the IPC as a whole and the Intelligensia Guild specifically: a company that had been particularly tight-lipped on particularly valuable knowledge that could benefit in the field of medicine, and Carus had been tasked with negotiating an investment that would bring them into the IPC's fold and allow for the distribution of that knowledge. Ratio had been assigned to join him, as his own pursuit of knowledge would be great leverage. He vividly recalled their first meeting, when that cold iron revolver was shoved into his hand, loaded with a single bullet. He vividly recalled Carus pulling the barrel towards himself, pressing it against his heart and forcing Ratio to squeeze the trigger once, twice, thrice. Three empty clicks, and that unwavering smirk. "Life is a big gamble...and I'm always the final victor." He stared at the white-haired boy, frozen in place, save a hand clutching his chest against the lingering pain--and the uncontrollable shaking of the cold and shock that wracked his tiny frame. It wasn't as cold as the sea, but there was an uncomfortable chill settling into his bones and freezing him from the inside out. After a few moments, the other boy offered a hand to him. "Hey, it's okay," he said, tone gentle, as though speaking to a frightened animal. "You're okay, you're safe here." ...safe...? He didn't know what it meant to be "safe". His entire life was spent fighting death itself, after all. Even the brief reprieves of death were treacherous, as he could still be lured ever deeper and be unable to return if his will to live faltered. He didn't know what safety felt like, and all of this felt like a trap to him. He stared at the boy for several seconds, then at his hand, then back at his face. Sunday sets down the brush on the vanity, takes a moment to admire his work. "There, as soft as silk and as radiant as spun gold. You look as dazzling as the stars themselves. What do you think?" In his reflection, he only sees a doll. An unmoving doll, with two-toned glass eyes, with shoulder-length golden hair, with a flowing gown in white and blue and gold that Sunday had dressed him in, leaving his ball-jointed arms exposed to trace gloved fingertips along when he grows restless. How long has he been trapped? His body in the waking world has long perished, the shock of the Emanator's final attack too much for him to endure. He exists as little more than a phantom, trapped within the gilded cage of Penacony, doomed to eternity as Sunday's plaything. He can no longer move of his own volition. He can no longer speak. A beautiful doll that Sunday can play with as much as he likes, and he cannot fight back. ...and yet, there is no cruelty to be found in this existence. His steps echoed all too loudly in the empty streets. He couldn't move faster than a slow walk, trudging forward, taking in the sights of the massacre. They were killed swiftly, with no chance to retaliate, yet their deaths were far from painless, as their frozen expressions revealed. Their last moments were filled with unbearable agony. A pair of Cloud Knights lay in a heap of melted armor and flesh, their glaives malformed and twisted nearly beyond recognition, only identifiable by a scrap of pale blue cloth from their uniforms. The way they crumpled, the way the melted slag of their glaives lay, hinted that they were running towards the docks...though whether to flee, or to give chase, he couldn't tell. The barely-identifiable body of a Malefic Ape, charred black as night, crumbled and scattered into the winds at the slightest touch. The same fate befell a pair of Golden Hounds, whose remains fell apart just by the brush of his coat. A single Disciple, an alchemist, remained even marginally intact, yet he dared not approach--as sparks of golden lightning still arced across their body. Golden leaves, shimmering and sparkling, lay strewn about the pier, as though beckoning him to follow the path before him. A single boat had been left behind, tethered with frayed rope, an invitation to come to Scalegorge Waterscape. He accepted the invitation.
January 21, 2026 at 3:44 PM
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New logo ahoy!

Nice shout-out to @akemiwhy.bsky.social for helping me to design this, it's so cute~
A logo for the user "Pandappuccino". The logo consists of a salmon-pink and cream-colored coffee cup and saucer, with a white and brown milk-foam panda face on the right and milk splashing out. The milk curls around the cup, with the word "Pandappuccino" written in brown to resemble cocoa powder.
January 15, 2026 at 12:38 AM
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I made a website c:

pandappuccino.neocities.org
January 10, 2026 at 7:55 PM
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I made a little HTML template for people who want a self-hosted landing page for socmed links, portfolios, and the like without using Carrd, for just $5! Sleek frosted-glass finish and everything on one page!

You can buy it here: ko-fi.com/s/e587994889

#HTML #WebTemplate
January 5, 2026 at 6:37 PM
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Who's ready for another conversion? This time it's the Soul Dragon used by Dan Heng Permansor Terrae!

I had to manually position ALL OF THE BONES in this model to make it functional. Good god.

www.aplaybox.com/details/mode...

#HonkaiStarRail #MMD
December 15, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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Another conversion for MMD, this time of everyone's favorite draconic Memosprite, Pollux!

This one was PAIN to convert because of how many freaking bones it has, but I did make a simple blink slider for it!

www.aplaybox.com/details/mode...

#HonkaiStarRail #MMD #Pollux
November 29, 2025 at 6:44 PM
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An MMD download?! In this economy?!

I've converted the phone model from Honkai: Star Rail for MMD use, and made a pack with everyone's phones up to 3.7! There's also a template for making your own textures!

Download Here: ko-fi.com/s/8ee398149c

#MMD #HonkaiStarRail #HSR
November 16, 2025 at 11:59 PM
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See you tomorrow, Amphoreus.

#HonkaiStarRail #Aglaea #Anaxa #Castorice #Cerydra #Cipher #Hyacine #Hysilens #Mydei #Phainon #Tribbie
The Chrysos Heirs from Honkai Star Rail, minus Evernight, Cyrene, and Dan Heng. They are all walking into a pure white void, turning back and waving to the viewer.
November 9, 2025 at 2:06 AM
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"I feel like...I've forgotten something truly important to me..."

I'm not prepared for 3.7!!!!

#MMD #HonkaiStarRail #MyPhai #Mydei #Phainon
A picture of Mydei and Phainon from Honkai: Star Rail, set under a sunset sky. Mydei is looking wistfully at a forget-me-not flower in his hand with a troubled expression. Behind him is the faint image of Phainon, standing back-to-back with him and looking over his shoulder at Mydei.
November 2, 2025 at 12:30 AM
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The next chapter of From Seas of Black to Shores of Gold is up! Sorry it took as long as it did, work has been kicking my arse.

archiveofourown.org/works/702440...

#HonkaiStarRail #Phainon #Mydei
Admittedly, Phainon already had concerns about Mydeimos when he noticed that the boy barely spoke, and looked like a bundle of sticks wearing soggy clothes, but those concerns became ever more clear as he watched Mydeimos once they had gone inside. There was an obvious reluctance in his mannerisms, staying tucked within the safety of the blanket Audata had wrapped around him to dry him off and keep him warm. He remained close to Phainon, a hand gripping the edge of his tunic, as if something would pull him away at any moment, and once they were inside, he shrunk in a little closer, avoiding the furniture as best he could. Snowy, for his part, had taken a quick liking to Mydeimos, plastering himself to the boy’s side and attempting to shove his head under his free arm to comfort him. Thankfully Mydeimos now knew that Snowy was just as harmless as he looked, and took to petting between his ears to keep himself calm. “I can’t even begin to imagine how you ended up here,” Audata continued to ramble, sorting through cupboards and cabinets. “And from Castrum Kremnos at that, that’s so far away!”
October 29, 2025 at 4:06 PM
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"Let's keep trailblazing together--as a family!"

Realized that I forgot to change a line in the fx files for msTC so they weren't actually using the lightmaps. Fixed that, now it looks even better.

#MMD #HonkaiStarRail #HSR #Caelus #March7th #DanHeng
Caelus, March 7th, and Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail. March 7th is jumping up between Caelus and Dan Heng, throwing her arms around their shoulders. She is beaming and winking. Both Caelus and Dan Heng are smiling; Caelus is more openly smiling, while Dan Heng is more subdued. Caelus is holding his cell phone, while Dan Heng is holding a mung bean soda bubble tea.
October 26, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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"My dear Deliverer...close your eyes. When next you wake, it will all be over."

Finally managed to get msTC working correctly and decided to use it for evil.

#HonkaiStarRail #HSR #Phainon #Irontomb
Irontomb, in the form of a black-and-red colored Khaslana, floats behind a distressed Phainon. He covers Phainon's eyes with his right hand, embracing him with his left, as Phainon reaches up towards his hands. Irontomb smiles down at Phainon softly. The entire image is shaded with a red haze.
October 12, 2025 at 1:40 PM
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Model edit evolution for my main OC, Teivel. The overall design has stayed mostly the same, but the details have been tweaked. The baggy socks look suits him.

CREDITS: Illusion, Onigiridojo, BlueOaks, MagicalPouchOfMagic, AkemiWhy, Akinon, DeviousBunny
October 12, 2025 at 12:23 AM
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Giving this a bump bc it's two days from payday
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Offering $15 cheebs so I can get myself lunch while waiting for pay day!

Four slots, Paypal only!
September 23, 2025 at 4:34 PM
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If you're active on Toyhouse, I have a proper thread open there now as well (for both these and for my plushies)!

toyhou.se/~forums/71.a...
September 9, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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Who here remembers the Fire Emblem Awakening DLC that made Chrobin canon?

Yeah me too.

WARNING: SPOILER FOR HSR 3.4-3.5!

#HonkaiStarRail #HSR #Phainon #Mydei #Phaidei
Irontomb, in the form of a black-and-red colored Khaslana, looks down at a distraught Mydei, mocking him. "The man who once owned this body," he says, "loved you quite dearly, PoleMos600."
September 14, 2025 at 10:44 PM
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Who here remembers the Fire Emblem Awakening DLC that made Chrobin canon?

Yeah me too.

WARNING: SPOILER FOR HSR 3.4-3.5!

#HonkaiStarRail #HSR #Phainon #Mydei #Phaidei
Irontomb, in the form of a black-and-red colored Khaslana, looks down at a distraught Mydei, mocking him. "The man who once owned this body," he says, "loved you quite dearly, PoleMos600."
September 14, 2025 at 10:44 PM
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If you're active on Toyhouse, I have a proper thread open there now as well (for both these and for my plushies)!

toyhou.se/~forums/71.a...
September 9, 2025 at 4:53 PM