[OPEN] Halloween batch 2025 auction #092 crossposting 🧪Sludge (EO - 17)🧪
more artworks here - https://www.deviantart.com/yunokiru-str their "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) FOR EACH 🎃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 within30 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: Sludge (EO - 17) She appeared suddenly, in the murky waters of an abandoned reservoir, where radioactive waste had once been dumped. No living creature resembled her — and yet she had a human form. But her glowing skin, the greenish-blue light emanating from within, her hair like thick oil dripping onto the ground and leaving wet shadows on the tiles — all of it suggested that she was something entirely different. To this day, no one could say for certain: had she come to life in the body of a drowned human, or had she arisen on her own, a coagulation of a soul, born from the accumulated pain and poison of the reservoir? Scientists, who found the weakened, unidentified body by the shore, took her to their laboratory to study her. The scar on her chest was a harsh reminder of human interference. Thin, transparent tubes ran from her veins to her carotid artery, carrying a flowing pink liquid. Sometimes she heard voices. They whispered from the air, from the puddles on the floor, from her own hair cascading over her shoulders. Ghostly, bodiless, names — 17, 18, 22 — evoked a strange sense of connection and unease. She didn’t know which of them she was. Perhaps all at once. On her leg was a metal cuff — the shackles of the experiment. On a small screen glowed the words “EO-17” — Experimental Object No. 17. Perhaps she could speak, but no one knew for sure. Her mind was a mystery. Sometimes her eyes shimmered with understanding, sometimes only with fear. Her anxiety grew with every passing minute. Her glowing skin reflected the dim laboratory lights, her hair merged with the semi-transparent shadows that whispered of the lost, of the dead. She did not want to stay here. Every day in the laboratory was like a capsule of fear, where she could not breathe. She longed to escape, to return to a world where she could understand who she was and why she existed.
Questions and comments Be civil and on topic
Made with ♥︎ by Patch