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I finally finished my references for ArtFight this year, let the battle begin!!!
Why voting gauntlet... 😑 I won but the amount of BLyns is getting out of hand...
If anyone on team Sigurd wants my baby chicken, here you go!
The highest arena score I've had so far! (And the highest rank in tier too) Definitely helps that my favorite unit gives a bonus!
Been doing some fantasy OC designs for some NSFW art and I recently discovered how to use CSP models which is really gonna save my ass in terms of anatomy. So satisfying not searching through Pinterest until the end of time to find the right pose for drawings.
I'm going to be posting censored versions of what I've been working on very soon so stay tuned ];)
*TW Scars*
I did this back in February and jeez did it take me ages, I felt like I was in the painting by the end of it because of how long I was staring at Vesper's hair to make sure it was perfect. It also took ages for me to figure out how to draw his scars so that they blended in with the rest of her. I love drawing them because of the hair but it can be a blessing and a curse sometimes
❀ ⊹𖧧 Darling Little Fawns<3 𖧧 ⊹ ❀
KounnaClover’s Fae dragon Viridia for the Draw the Dragon Above You thread!
Got some new little guys. They're friends! Founding a clan together! Nothing bad will ever happen to them. Definitely.
In order: Kurin, Artiko, and Tailais
@dergtober Day 2- Merchant
Rowe here is a smuggler and loan shark Perfectly Legal And Ethical Merchant. You should get a loan from her. It will be fine
The woman is afraid.
Her breath is erratic and heavy, glowing eyes wide with terror like frightened moons. Blue-black hair, wild and long, whips back and forth, this way, that way, as she struggles.
The snare holds her in a contorted vice. I can just barely see dark, fresh blood against her pale skin in the moonlight. Grievous wounds for anyone ordinary.
She is anything but ordinary.
Each footstep I take is cautious. Hands spread and raised, eyes lowered, trying to maintain even breath even as my heartbeat thunders.
Slowly.
She struggles, harder, clawing at unforgiving metal and damp earth.
I have to help.
My hands pull at chains, toothy hooks. Twine sharp as a blade cuts at the skin of my hands. Metallic teeth glinting in darkness.
Pull.
Push.
Twist.
Break.
The snare gives in with a crack, collapsing into a deflated heap, and my eyes barely register impossible motion as the captive leaps past me faster than any mortal human could imagine. I’m alone in the dark under endless stars and canvas black night, warm blood on my fingers, mystery in my mind deep as the sea.
I turn, stand—
From the darkness peer eyes bright as pale moons.
A hand reaches out, gentle and ferocious at once, inviting in friendship just as much as challenge.
I take it.