[OPEN] Halloween batch 2025 auction #091 [crossposting] 👑King's Echo👑
my bids it's bids from users from DA, TH, etc. more artworks and samples here - https://www.deviantart.com/yunokiru-str "names" and stories are just as an example. You can come up with any other name and your own story. payment via Lava Top (Paypal, cards) , Boosty, Hipolink (virtual Paypal card, other cards, etc) 🎃SB: 40$ 🎃MI: 2$ 🎃AB: - - - if your bid higher then: 🎃170$ + (i'll draw ref sheet that contains : existing fullbody + bust/halfbody ) 🎃270$ +(i'll draw ref sheet that contains : one fullbody + 2 busts/halfbodies + chibi OR whatever u want with about the same amount of content) 🎃370$ +(i'll draw ref sheet in option №2 + artwork with this character) /Minor design changes are possible with options starting at $170/ auction ends in 72 hours after the last bid I can finish the auction ahead of schedule The payment must be made within 30 days (or else it will go to the person with the second highest bid), then i'll send full size image without watermark In ABs, you can make a payment within 2 month and a half you can change or recolor design after buying design can be traded, reselled or gifted (Please, bid only if you're really want buy character of my authorship) ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ story: Once, he was the court jester to a King who did not know how to laugh. The King demanded joy from his subjects, yet remained cold himself. Every day, the Jester danced, inventing ever more absurd tricks and jokes, while the King looked through him — with that empty gaze where power and boredom met. The Jester lived for a single moment — the moment when the King’s proud face might finally tremble. And one night, under a blood-red moon, he achieved the impossible. He told a joke — strange, dark, perhaps even frightening. The King laughed. Long, loud, and sincerely. But that laugh became his last. They say the Jester stood beside him and wept — not from grief, but from rapture. He had finally heard what he had longed for all his life. All night, he worked over the King’s body — with a knife, or a word, or a tear, no one knows. And by morning, only the Jester remained — in a new costume. Across it gleamed golden ribs, carved as if from living metal. Since then, the Jester has wandered with a traveling circus. And when he laughs, from beneath those ribs comes an echo of the King’s laughter — pure, ringing, and endlessly lonely.
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