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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

Or rather I have his ref but SFW and before I settled on the bodytype in the first image! o:

Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

Howdee, here's my goober <3 I love the yeen in the pinup there, the pixel art is so cute! I don't have a naked ref of my blorbo yet but his bits would look similar to the yeen's there, honestly.

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 03/06/2026

Poetry. Ripping open one's past to show the hurts that leave no scars, to try and be understood. For want to experience camaraderie, to commiserate, and be seen.

An image of a poem that reads as follows:

"CXCVI

I think it’s okay to be troubled.
I think it’s okay to ask for help.
I don’t understand other people very well,
So I try to help other people understand me.
And I hope they can help me understand them in return.

I’m not shy. I’m blunt. I’m vulnerable.
Eager to expose the deeper parts of me.
That’s all I really want, after all.
I want to undergo the ordeal;
The terror of being known,
So that I may reap the joy of being loved.

I’ll stumble, I’ll make mistakes, I’ll falter and I’ll be unkind.
But in my chest, there fiercely beats a loyal and loving heart.
And if you listen even a little, you can hear my hurts,
Because there isn’t a single one of us
Who remains wholly unburdened by the past.

A sorrow shared is a half sorrow
And a shared joy is a double joy.
A shared heart is warmer
When we shelter with our backs to the wind.
So huddle close to me when it storms inside your chest,
And we will keep each other warm until it clears."

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 19/05/2026

Who is surprised .w. I do really love Vivi though, I think he's such a good little bean. www.idrlabs.com/final-fantas...

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

The coward deleted his bio and went private. What a loser. Glad you got the poor little bean back ;w;

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 16/03/2026

Hello!! I got three characters for you to pick from! Axio, my lionderg sona, as well as Leto the Gnoll and Nos the Leonin, two of my most beloved dnd characters. Take care and I hope you get enough applicants to make ends meet <3

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 31/01/2026

Hello! Thank you for the chance, these look so cute!

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 28/12/2025

WAWAWIWA I FORGOR TO POST THIS AMAZING COMMISSION I GOT BY @squidinu.bsky.social Having a big read! Big kittyderg!

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 03/11/2025

Hi you don't know me, but I was struck by inspiration looking at these, and wrote a poem because of them. Thank you for giving me the spark with your paintings (i hope that bluesky crops the poem properly)

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 07/06/2025

Oh dear. Glad to see other artists getting shoutouts instead of this intolerable ai grifter <3

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

I'm a bit late but here's a derg face :3

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 02/01/2025

Hello and thank you! I'd love it if you'd give him whatever body type you'd like to practice, and a fun little pose of him staring up at something with wonder and amazement! Clothes are optional, but he normally does techwear/cozywear

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 05/12/2024

I also listened to a bit of music. It's ok I guess.

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 03/11/2023

Been a while, here's some more poetry from the backlog. I thought of trying to turn this one into the lyrics for a song, at one point, but I'm not skilled enough to make meaningful verses of words. They need to rhyme well on top of being easily digested. This is No.15 - Hyalinos

XV - Hyalinos

Open me, and find my eyes.
Open me, read through my lines.
The colors dull and dance,
But they’ll never lose my focus.

They muddle and blend,
Yet remain ever distinct.
Like the reflection of this city
In a puddle on the road.

The errant foot distorts them,
And carries some away,
Yet still this puddle fills itself
With sorrow neverending.

From where I sit upon the shoulder,
It is but one of many.
Yet I cannot help but feel
‘Ah… that one is me.’

Open me, and hold my heart.
Open me, find where I start.
The oil shimmers on the surface
In the busy city road.

I cannot begin to tell you
Of all the riches I would give.
To be bottled up and treasured
Instead of lying here.

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 24/10/2023

It's hard moving on. No.4 - Galea

IV

It was so easy to fall in love with you.
And as much as I wish that I could
Forget
Remove
And Erase
Every trace
Of your touch on me.

The parts of you that loved me are mine.
The parts of me that loved you are yours.
Your love for me becomes my own.
Because your eyes were never mine,
They saw what I couldn't find within myself.
And I grew.

I hope you use my love
The love that I gave so easily
So wholeheartedly,
So earnestly,
Naively,
Foolishly,
And terrifyingly,
To grow, too.

So that the next person you break
Breaks just a little less.

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 21/10/2023

Another poem. I'm not sure how to make these previews look better. I'm not even sure if I should publish these anywhere. For the longest time, I worried about someone stealing my poetry if I ever posted it... but it's not like I'll ever run out. No.32 - Coal

XXXII

My heart lays as an unquenched coal,
Too hot to touch, but unable to warm me.
How I wish to feel love's tender tinder,
To set my soul aflame once again,
And let the heat seep into my bones.

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Axio @axioa.bsky.social · 21/10/2023

I've decided I'll post some poetry here. I write pretty often, twisting and turning phrases in my head to try and make sense of my life, and help other people make sense of theirs. This is No.30 - Sphallein

XXX

What a bright day it was
When my love flashed into anger
In a cruel, lover's epiphany.

They would learn to rue the day
That I loved myself enough
To forget my empathy.

Now, the winds blow through my house
On this midoctober night,
The smell of the neighbor's jasmine
Takes gentle hold of my soul.

Things will start, and things will end.
Steam leaves my mouth on the porch,
And as I watch it fade away,
I think about the three of me.

The inner child, who wants love.
The young adult, who wants revenge,
And whatever I am now, who wants peace.
We have to understand each other.

My impetus is passion; being understood.
Conveying to you, as wholly as I can,
The steps I took to find the place
That I had been abandoned.

To hug the child that was uncherished.
To feel the blurry rage of tears,
Shed again from how it burns and aches.
And to finally sit upon my porch
Where I'm watching the leaves turn red.

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