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✨Wonder Onesies Mint ✨
📅Mint Date: 5/20 7pm UTC
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ANOTHER 1/1 minted just now 🥳, absolute fire 🔥
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My last entry
Damaged Ogre
Oil on canvas 20x30cm
Hope yall like it
The Calling 👁️ An Ogreye Art Context
There have always been signs, whispers in the wind, shadows that move when no eyes watch, a shiver down the spine as if unseen forces stir.
Etched into the bones of the earth, hidden in the silent language of the stars, the signs have lingered, waiting. Those who listen carefully, who read the runes of time itself, know that nothing comes without warning.
The veil is thinning. The old echoes stir. And those who understand… know what must come next.
“A true friend is someone who accepts you past, supports your preset and encourages future.”
The words aren’t right but the message is solid.
This has sparked some interesting conversation. With all of the Ghibli ai I’m seeing on my timeline, I’m happy that I’ll be supporting Ghibli & Miyazaki by watching Princess Mononoke in IMAX this weekend.
Everyone’s making Ghibli ai art and I’m over here with a pen like what’s the (ball)point
Enjoy this tiny demon drawing or don’t, I just make stuff
I sold my mini 2x2 painting so I’m inspired to make some more. Starting some thumbnails to figure out what they should be.
What should go in the other 6 slots?
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Urgrim Red-Eye is overcome with bloodlust, his enemies felled the moment he beheld them, their flesh simply catching up to the slaughter his wrath had already written.
Submitting for @ogreyebtc gave me the perfect excuse to paint another orc
The Calling 👁️ An Ogreye Art Context
There have always been signs, whispers in the wind, shadows that move when no eyes watch, a shiver down the spine as if unseen forces stir.
Etched into the bones of the earth, hidden in the silent language of the stars, the signs have lingered, waiting. Those who listen carefully, who read the runes of time itself, know that nothing comes without warning.
The veil is thinning. The old echoes stir. And those who understand… know what must come next.



































