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  • Old man character concept art 

    with pencil and paper, cleaned up version

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  • Romane

    download sims 2 character :

    https://www.simfileshare.net/download/2121009/

    (hair : deedee / eyes : Chemynd / clothing : Lindasims-klira )

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  • Lion character sketches 

    with paper and pencil

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  • Karakter yaratmak çok zevkli ya. Hayatımdaki insanlardan karma bir sergi yaratıyor gibi hissediyorum. Ă–yle gĂĽzel karıştırıyorum ki kendilerini tanımayacaklar. Ne gĂĽzel ilham perilerimsiniz canlarım :kalp

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    Ukrayna dün sınırdan girişi gerçekleştirdi. Güzel kaynaşmaların neticesinde herkes birbirini kendi memleketinde ziyaret etmek istedi. Derken bugün Kyev’den bir haber geldi. Eğer onaylanırsa; benimki bendeyken, ben onun memleketine gideceğim gibi tatlı bir nüans var havada abi çıldıracağım. 

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  • new sona ref

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  • It’s Ye Boi!

    Figured I’d post a few screenshots of my PSO2 Main.

    They’re the same character but the top 2 is him on the Japanese version and the bottom 2 are him on the Global version.

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    Thinking about what Marvin would look like if the bad luck cat death omen completely corrupted his magic

    #death omen au #marvin the magnificent #art#my art#drawing#sketch#character#artists #artist on tumblr #fan art#illustration#jacksepticeye
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  • 1st Prize

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    Held a contest a while back on ARTstreet and I’m giving out the rewards~! I’ve already had this dude finished, I’m just now posting it here.

    beautiful bean

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    “We let the fear of discovery stop us from doing what is right. No more!”

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    Day 22:

    - Jyde

    - Bad Believer (St. Vincent)


    “ Show me your stones,

    I’m just a bad believer,

    What do you know?

    What do you know?”

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  • Oct. 21st

    Obligatory spooky vampire for the spooky October drawing challenges! 

    Vallus usually wouldn’t be the type to wear such a batty looking cape (it’s a little too on the nose for him) but he might occasionally put on some extra vampire flair to keep his nicer clothes fresh… and less bloodstained.

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    A little thing I decided to do because I was bored. Hope yall like her, it was a lot of fun to draw her and I loved doing the coloring and color. Yes I know this isn’t the best shading or best character design and so on so forth. I know I’m not good. I just do this for fun. Have a great day, later.

    Click for better quality.

    #art#Digital art#oc#character#my art #A little thing I came up with #took me almost 4 hours #i was 3 hours and 59minutes #like wow
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    A little thing I decided to do because I was bored. Hope yall like her, it was a lot of fun to draw her and I loved doing the coloring and color. Yes I know this isn’t the best shading or best character design and so on so forth. I know I’m not good. I just do this for fun. Have a great day, later.

    #art#Digital art#oc#character#my art #A little thing I came up with #took me almost 4 hours #i was 3 hours and 59minutes #like wow
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  • Oct. 19

    Meet Maverick McGill! The newest and gruffest npc of my dnd campaign!

    He isn he sheriff of the western capital of Dachet. He doesn’t take kindly to nonsense, or his younger brother, but he ESPECIALLY doesn’t like his younger brother’s nonsense. He and Sinsbog have a strained family bond most of the time to say the least.

    Not pictured here: The hilarious John Wayne impersonation I do whenever he talks.

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    Pretty sure this is one of Vincent and Rory’s sons

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  • Raiden Proulx | Master/Staff | 25/4967 | Vampire/Dragon/Werewolf (Alpha) | Top

    “Shut up and swallow.”

    Raiden was born in blood and ice where the gardens of Krov’s now were. Clawed and tore from a dragon’s stomach. No sooner did he take his first breath then he was cast into chaos. Fighting creatures similar to him that breathed fire. His father next to him roared and launched an endless wave of the substance to try and protect him. Raiden was thrown into blood and violence from the start.

    They fought off the dragons as predicted by the prophecy surrounding him. There was a prophecy to everything back then. It all ruled by old gods and superstitions. Perun they kept calling him, but that name was not his. Raiden is what his mother named him. He recalled his mother’s words to him in the womb. He had her memories and his fathers, an insight given to him because of his mother’s breed. A dragon of energy. Rare creatures they were, usually held as idols and never bred, even by their own kind. Ill omens had always surrounded mating of his mother’s breed and if one was so brave such specific precautions and conditions had to be taken or things would end in plagues, famine, or worse.

    Time didn’t work the same for dragon’s as other creatures and not even for different breeds of dragons. Their human and dragon forms not always matching their age. His father was a northern fire breed. His human form was always that of a grown man. Healthy, in his twenties and it would remain that until his death. His dragon form started small and had grown over the years, much slower as dragons aged differently, though the oldest of his kind was known at 4895 years. His mother’s eastern energy breed is unknown. All have died from unnatural causes. His mother was said to be over 4000 years old.

    The growth periods were agonizingly slow for her breed, nearly 1000 years per section. 1000 as an infant, the next a toddler, the next teenager, and finally adult. So long had his father’s line planned for Raiden’s birth. Of course there was prophecy and all the ill omens forgotten as the years passed until all in that clan thought Raiden’s birth a blessing. Not to mention getting his mother from her country and her shrine. The easiest part of the entire thing was impregnating her.

    For two hundred and fifty years they kept his mother prisoner and in her human form as he grew. Then another two hundred and fifty in her dragon form until he reached maturity. In his prophecy tearing him from the dragon’s stomach would force her energy into him and make him more powerful. It wasn’t true, but how many prophecies were. It was done on the date and the time demanded. Hence why the other dragons were there. The prophecy was well known.

    The big miss of it was the assumption Raiden wasn’t going to be powerful or competent when born. That he would have to learn to lead and would rule when his father passed. Raiden was already grown fully in both dragon and human from as well as mind. He had all of his parents’ memories of the world and all of his mother’s since his conception. He too knew the prophecy well. He knew his father well, the land, the people, and the world. His innocence was a flash that burned like the end of a match and was gone in the same amount of time that flickering spark existed.

    The moment the clan returned to camp and his father declared Raiden his son and heir so the prophecy was propelled forward to Raiden’s rule crushing Puren and the idea of this savior. For that  he tore his father’s heart from his chest with his bare hand before shifting to his dragon form burning everything around him turning it all to ash. Rather enjoying the experience.

    The, technically newborn, dragon went on a bit of a rampage then. Killing dragons, wolves anything and everything he could because his mother may not be with him, but her words were. He was rare, he was perfect, and no one would ever treat him like an animal.

    Years passed and he grew bored with senseless killing extincting a few races of humans, animals, dragons and so on. For a few millennia he just existed floating around to join wars and fight with armies history still spoke of. Egyptian, Spartan, American Indian, Mongolian, Arabian, German, Japanese, Korean, and a number of nameless tribes with nothing, but him to know they ever existed at all. He’d gained access to the different realms as his thirst for violence attracted him to the side of a great many like minded individuals and those individuals craved things that were unnatural, things like faeries. Raiden himself liked faeries, their texture and taste was hard to match. One of his favorite desserts. They did scream rather elegantly as well when their wings were torn off. Fun for both his forms. Angels too were fun for that same reason.

    If there was torture, slaughter or some sort of violence to be caused Raiden could be found, though there is no image of him in any history book. He always avoided photographs knowing how an immortal or one near such longevity could easily be caught by such things. That line of thinking was well before the vampire wars. He wouldn’t admit his young and misguided error in killing off so many of his kind as to have helped the lowly creatures win control. It didn’t matter. They had control.

    Raiden had seen empires crumble and fall. Was alive when there was blood spilling. He didn’t hate vampires. They shared similar passions, some more than others, but he didn’t think they deserved his respect, especially when he was larger and more powerful than a herd of the undead things. No Raiden didn’t concede to any defeat.

    Raiden was power and fury, tactical and efficient. He didn’t showboat when he killed, not even when he walked straight into a vampire camp and promised to burn the thing and all the vampires in it to the ground. He’d done it more than once before he was finally stopped in France by a Dr. Lucien Gaudet. A name forever ripe on his tongue. 500 years he’d been subjected to the psychotic scientists experiments. No scars of the torture or torment remained on his skin, nothing behind his eyes because Lucien had taught him how to bury it all away. Part wolf and dragon and all fury.

    It was in one of those furious nights he escaped Lucien. Expecting to be hunted he grew more cautious of his movements and himself learning to hunt just the same. Lucien never sent anyone after, never came after him. Raiden unsure how to take such a reaction as the little monster had always said he was his favorite subject. Raiden became a contract killer, one that could kill anything, almost. Lucien he couldn’t, not yet, though Raiden’s desire to had lessened as time stretched on. Perhaps the vampire did not die by his hands, but the arrogant little monster sure begged and groveled for his cock.

    The two ran into each other on and off over the next few hundred years and Raiden was starting to notice things giving as he aged reaching the max longevity of his species. He didn’t like vampires, but he also didn’t want to die, almost 5000 years and he still wasn’t ready to leave the earth just yet. Lucien had mentioned Krovs as a place he went for vacation from time to time. Raiden decided to take a look at the place and offer his services as a guard. He’d worked for 3 years and made his way up to the rank to enforcer, but Lucien never showed. He then requested to be a hunter for the castle. Which he rather enjoyed. He only had to keep the slave alive. Anyone else with him was free game to kill. One of those hunts took him to France and surprisingly Lucien was back in the laboratory he’d kept Raiden in. He still couldn’t kill Lucien, but he could hurt him. Fortunately Lucien wasn’t hard to convince and made Raiden a vampire as he requested. Of course the little monster made it as painful as possible, but it still worked and stuck. He hunted awhile after that testing some of his new abilities and getting his legs under him.

    Eventually he lost interest in the hunts and wanted to try something new. With eternity to go and Raiden still a fledgling vampire he decided to head to Krovs, but this time as a master.

    Location of Birth: Oymyakon, Russia

    Positive Traits: Thorough / Direct / Observant / Adaptive

    Negative Traits: Cruel / Sadistic / Aggressive / Possessive

    3 turn-ons: Obedience / submission / crying / crossdressing (others)

    3 turn-offs: scat play/ being restrained / face scratching/Crossdressing (him)

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