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 A DEATH STRANDING Fanart

That’s right, Lou; that’s Capital Knot City.

Took a quick break after #JanuaryDechART and now I am back with more art. Technically, in between this piece and my last piece from the Dechart challenge, I was doing a bit of portrait practices. I have posted some of the sketches here already, but I haven’t posted some of the more recent ones yet. You can probably see them on my Instagram feed already, and Twitter, too. (I’m planning to compile them maybe by the end of the month, make it like a collage of practices I have done for the month, sort of thing – might even do this for every month since one of my art resolutions is to make more portraits and this will be a nice milestone for that.)

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Heart To Heart

I have noticed something about the game as far as Sam is concerned. Whenever people like Deadman or Die-Hardman talks about the UCA and Bridges in general, Sam shows general indifference to what they have to say. Well, granted, they are normally things which he knows himself already and has little care for after Bridges I ended. 

However, when it came to the moment with Heartman, surprisingly, Sam shows quite genuine interest in what the man has to say. There seems to be quite an exchange whenever Heartman explains things to him and it’s pretty sweet. 

Hence, this little headcanon where Sam might visit Heartman and hang out and just talk about stuff. I’d imagine Sam bringing Lou along as well. 

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DEATH STRANDING DIRECTOR’S CUT for PC in 4 (well now 3) days! 

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