RedAlice

I'm Alice a nsfw/sfw artist and writer of the InuYasha fanfictions StrawberryLips, TheGift and The Song of Cherry Blossoms 💜 Linktree: alicerina.carrd.co Storyboard: alicesstoryboard.mozellosite.com

Guinevere #OSRPBlackwell #OSRPart #blackwell #nsfwtwt #sfwart

Bittersweet Darkness Oliver #OSRPBlackwell #OSRPart #blackwell #nsfwtwtًً #sfwart

Read the words behind. Sir Albert #OSRPBlackwell #OSRPart #blackwell #nsfwtwt #sfwart

The thoughts you don't see. Dr Robins #OSRPBlackwell #OSRPart #blackwell #nsfwtwt #sfwart

#dc #absolutebatman 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 i finished the animation op！references are listed in the end❤️*\(^o^)/*used around 1 month to finish do not repost to other platform thank uuu

Please Be Kind To Moles. They are beneficial to soil health, acting as natural aerators and pest control by consuming lawn-damaging grubs, beetles, and larvae. They do not eat plants, and their removal often leads to new moles occupying the vacant tunnel system, making it a futile effort. Apart from that, it is CRUEL!

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@AWP_Art Thank you wolfie

@AlicePupurRed Outstanding Rina!

From the Darkness into the Light 🕯 #OSRPBlackwell #OSRPart #blackwell #sfwart #art

@crunchy_gyoza @Nephele03 Exactly 💜

@Nephele03 @AlicePupurRed Adjudicator Albert! But with his wig and jacket off. Believe he showed off his tattoos when he sparred with Dane

Finished. Had a lot of art which weren't on x until now.

But be on your guard. Because what you don't see. Are his plans. With your flesh. That's why, little lamb. Run home fast. Or you will just be. His next experiment.

The thoughts you don't see. I'm a doctor, as he says. Yes, he helps. But at what price? He observes you. With an expert eye. Like a lamb on its way to the slaughterhouse. He charms people. With a pretty face. Lures them in with sweet words. Like moths to a flame.

Two Swords pave his way. Leaving behind what you don't want to See. Proving what he Truly is. With Worth so high in Danger. The Knowledge so rich. Yet he Paid the Price.

Be careful not to Break. When you meet his Eyes. The one who's hiding beneath a Masquerade. The Paint on his skin. Like a Warning mark of Memory.

In a village of outcast souls. Damned and swallowed by eternal darkness. Waiting for the most bittersweet thing of all. But perhaps he only believes, with the ghosts, in a tomorrow with an illuminated sunrise.

Makes speeches without depth, with a laugh without joy. Carries with him shards of the past that cut into his throat. Like the hidden eyes in the shadows that paralyze. And yet his empty words are full of knowledge. With the hope of redemption. Of mercy. Of forgetting.