kilpilion

hello there, it might be great if I could introduce myself.

The name's Kilpilion, trying my best to be a writer and an artist. Pronouns are she/her or they/them. Age ranges from 13 to 99 years so take your pick.

I like to scour ocs through the TMA community and make fanart of them or just draw in general. Probably the reason how you found me.

Or.. you found me because of my very kind mutuals. Always lovely to have a sense of belonging in communities.

"Fuck A.I art!!" It can never replicate artistic intention.

Fandoms I'm in:

* SouthPark, The Magnus Archives, The Wicked Witch, Hamilton, TADC, etc...

Some facts about me I guess?:

You’re so good, how are you getting only like 10 likes per post????

tysmmm🤗 I don't really know myself el oh el.

"Then my own mother earth will suffocate me, till the sky completely disappears." (Or something along those lines)

Ought have more to know of them (is that even the right grammar-), the narcoleptic, dirt coughing, little baby. Who are they the supportive step mother of? What sily little scenarios do they stumble upon with their lover, Jane?

They are so so cute. When trying to apply the oc design suggestions, I tried so hard not to make them look like Jon and his face lacerations. I think I did pretty well.

Also, I was not satisfied with one so I made two. On paper then liquified the shit out of it because I do not understand how traditional artists make the right proportions.

"Do you have blood on your hands!?"

"No, it's just.. terracotta clay..."

Why are they all in this random head view 💔

TMA Original Character by @martinkarkin200

Absolute darkness, engulf this wretched creature in everlasting helplessness over what's unknown.

or I don't know, I'm just as in the dark as you are about this guy. ba-dum-tsss

My name suggestion would be... Archie or Ater because they are an avatar of the dark (the creativity is somewhere in there).

I looked up "dark in latin" and Ater means black, dismal and unlucky. Considering they had a horrible encounter with the desolation, wouldn't it be fitting?

Absolute darkness, are they casting it purely out of instinct? Does the look in their eyes mean fear or decisiveness? Don't be blind when you find the entire story.

A man grieves and plots with rage to cause chaos, avenge his lover and his nation. In the midst of his despair, his tainted heart momentarily acknowledged humanity. Nothing grand, just a lady. Her unexpected encounter with him did nothing to ease his plans of revolution and war. Yet he found himself humoring her conversations to requests or favors, spending time with her at a café to drink coffee. It was so simple; you could even say meaningless. Though right now, the sound of a small chuckle or that smile she had caused to come out of him felt so right to the man who thought he would never indulge such things. Just this once he did and that time was fleeting.

You who watch and know and understand none.

You who listen and hear and will not comprehend.

You who wait and wait and drink in all that is not yours by right.

Come to us in your wholeness.

Come to us in your perfection.

Bring in all that is fear and all that is terror and all that is the awful dread that crawls and chokes and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and weaves and burns and hunts and rips and bleeds and dies-!

Come to us.