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Inktober 2025 – Day 20 – Rivals

Inktober 2025 – Day 20 : Rivals – Dark Art When the prompt “Rivals” drops, the instinct is to draw two warriors clashing swords or a classic hero-villain face-off. But after a decade in this scene, I know the most vicious rivalries aren’t external. The true enemy—the one that knows every weakness you have—is staring […]

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Inktober 2025 – Day 18 – Deal

Inktober 2025 – Day 18 : Deal – Dark Art When the prompt “Deal” comes up, most might think of business handshakes or pacts. But in the dark corners where I find my inspiration, a “deal” is usually a gamble—and the house always wins. For Day 18, I decided to sketch the ultimate agent of

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Inktober 2025 – Day 17 – Ornate

Inktober 2025 – Day 17 : Ornate – Dark Art I’ve been staining my fingers black with this challenge since the very beginning. There is something unforgiving about ink; once the line is down, there is no going back. It fits the theme of “Blunder” perfectly. A mistake in ink is permanent, just like a

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Inktober 2025 – Day 16 – Blunder

Inktober 2025 – Day 16 – Blunder I’ve been staining my fingers black with this challenge since the very beginning. There is something unforgiving about ink; once the line is down, there is no going back. It fits the theme of “Blunder” perfectly. A mistake in ink is permanent, just like a fatal error on

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Inside My Chaotic Mind… A Dark Art & Poetry

View in Instagram Inside My Chaotic Mind Puzzles with no shapes,Borders with no ends,Colors with no shades,Screams with no sound,Worlds with no meaning,Sins with no souls…Minds with no thoughts…Only chaos… only chaos… – Poetic Dustbin

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After the Rain… A Dark Poetry and Photo

View in Instagram After the Rain Drip. Drop. Splash. The sky wept again. In a matter of hour, She cried in pain. She cried in anger. She filled the land With her tears, Whispering her fears. That one day, soon, Her home will vanish Will cease to exist Because we failed As its caretaker To

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