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Auren Portrait

Luminary Festival - Auren Farkis (Digital Portrait I did as a colour study) Crisp reverberating strings danced through the evening. Notes twisted and echoed up through the emerald, velvet tiers of Ridgedow Gardens. Dusk’s veil had long since darkened to a diamond-encrusted black, and Clarglow was alive with activity. Footpaths were choked with revellers that formed a river of light that coursed and pulsed through the park. Will-o-whisp spots of light also glowed among the neatly trimmed hedgerows and statues. Their magic-addled voices rose up, joining in with the music of the Luminary Festival. A young man, no more than a quarter of a century old, glowed brightest of all. A soft orange radiated from his eyes, and his veins pulsed a brilliant red. He was dripping in gold and gems. Over an outfit that somehow managed to be heavily layered and revealing at the same time, he wore a sheer cape, which was heavily embroidered with blood-red crystals that refracted his own light around him in dazzling, concentrated rays. It was such a dangerous colour of magic, but his expression was soft and dreamy. Excited laughter rose up as a clustered group shot metallic confetti skyward. Gold flake drifted down and settled into his silver hair, cheeks, and shoulders. No doubt he would discover the remnants of this festival in his home weeks from now. He increased his pace, stepping off the cobbled path to overtake the group, when one of their number split from the group. The coils of her dark hair were so saturated with gold that she looked like she belonged on a pedestal next to the other statues. She intercepted him, matching his pace. She snaked a long, slender arm around his waist and pulled him closer. She pressed her lips against his neck, leaving a wake of golden kisses up to his earlobe, where she leaned closer to whisper. — “Aurie, Luv, I know that look. Don’t tell me you’re headed home. The eve has only just begun. “ Her glowing eyes Locked with Auren’s, her grip tightening, slowing the both of them to a stop, causing a temporary blockage in the flow of people. “Overdid myself Mel.. you’ll have to –” –” Come with us to the reflecting pool.” She cooed, meeting his lips in an off-center kiss, smearing his inky wine lipstick. Momentarily, he allowed himself to relax. He considered saying yes. His heart pounding, he dipped his friend backwards gracefully, resenting that he had to leave. An itch in his left arm reminded his fuzzy brain that he was in danger. Gasping softly, he gently lifted Mella upright and spun her out towards her friends, who were growing impatient. He couldn’t make out their faces in the fuzz of the evening. “I can’t, I’m sorry Mel! We’ll talk later.” Before she could protest, he danced, spinning forward in a brilliant display of speed that ended in a stumble as he met a set of steep steps that coiled sharply upwards out of the park and onto the pink brick streets overlooking Ridgedow Gardens. The glazed windows facing the street were empty and blank… their occupants elsewhere, enjoying the festival. The empty buildings were like faces, judging him for his lack of zeal. Auren wound his way through streets and side streets, his pace increasing as he grew more and more alone. Finally, he was climbing a set of steps to his own front door. Smirking at the sight of it he reached down into the front of the bodice that held together the layers of his outfit pulling free a loop of keys that were on a long chain looped around his neck. Aligning it to the keyhole he struggled with the lock, cursing softly under his breath as it initially failed to cooperate with him. In the quiet black of his foyer, he latched the door behind him and stumbled forward, tearing at the ribbon that held the gleaming cape that draped from his bare shoulders. He let it drop on a black lacquered table. He reached up to unclasp an elaborate choker and tore his single, crimson glove down from his elbow. He pressed a gilded fingernail against a band of red ink encroached upon by a spreading corruption. Marginally extending beyond the band were sinews of mismatched muscle and skin; even his hair had begun to glow red. Pulse rising, he wrenched his rings from his fingers, casting them into the ever-darkening room. Precious jewellery piled under him until only the dimmest glow from his own veins remained.. Slumping onto the steps, he tightened his grip on his arm and twisted it ninety degrees. A sharp click of crystal against porcelain met his ears. The room was enveloped in black as his final stone slid away from his arm, rendering the prosthesis inert. He slid to his side, the sounds of the party below overtaken by his own gasping breaths, panic refusing to subside alongside his magic.

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gabbie gabbie
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Worlds Smallest Violin

made in magma hears the link- https://magma.com/invite/HVL6T7HH oh so yes my wii deleted you oc has a human form because yes yall give me a Worlds Smallest Violin moment for one of your oc's I will go first vilit when she was a human was the outcast of her school but she made friends fast because of her art

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Joselo Rocha Joselo Rocha
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Colorful Pena Palace, Castle in Sintra Portugal

Colorful Pena Palace, Castle in Sintra Portugal.

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Doug Dutton Doug Dutton
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Chaos- smoking rabbit

https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/157162852

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Joselo Rocha Joselo Rocha
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White Castle Palthetoren in Sprengenberg

Colorful White Castle Palthetoren in Sprengenberg

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Joselo Rocha Joselo Rocha
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Colorful Purple Castle in Budapest

Colorful Purple Castle in Budapest

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Joselo Rocha Joselo Rocha
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Castle Colorful

Eltz Castle, Wierschem, Germany. Photo reference by: Jonny Caspari

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Anna Anna
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Blue Provence theme: theChurch and Castle

Watercolor commissions I did for a wedding theme around Mediterrano and Provence, here are the church and the castle for the wedding reception

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Spearmint Chalk Spearmint Chalk
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The Fall of the Tower of Babble

I take a lot of Genesis as an allegory for birth and maturation, both individually and collectively. The Garden of Eden could easily be interpreted as the womb, and we are all cast out of it at some point. Genesis 2:24 says "This is why a man leaves his father and mother and bonds with his wife, and they become one flesh." Though people use this passage to refer to the tradition of marriage, I think that it speaks to something much, much deeper than that. Literally, when two people copulate, they create a child that is of one flesh. They do not "become one flesh" because they engage in a ritual institution and are now "to be viewed as comprising a single identity," but they literally become one flesh because their genetic compositions are joined into a new being (Mark 10:8 and the two shall become one flesh.’ So they are no longer two but one flesh. 9 What therefore God has joined together, let no man separate.”). That being said, I read somewhere once that babies born in every part of the world make phonetic sounds from pretty much every language in the world. It is only after a period of time that they start to key in on certain sounds that the people around them are making, and it is only after that that children key in enough to start developing more advanced language skills (typically). However, in this original state, there is a freedom. There are no assumptions. There is an innocence in that state. There is a lack of judgement. There comes a point at which babies/young children begin to mimic and to incorporate what they are experiencing from the creatures around them into themselves. To small creatures with an undeveloped sense of self or reality, the caregivers around them may as well be gods, at least from their perspective. They will learn from these gods around them and will begin to embody their cultural beliefs, their language, their idiosyncrasies, and their perceptions, often on a deeply unconscious level. Adults contribute to that quite thoroughly and somewhat consciously. (Genesis 1:26 Then God said, “Let Us make mankind in Our image, according to Our likeness..") (Genesis 11:7 7 Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.) In our own way as individuals, we are each a Tower of Babel, and at some point, for each of us, that Tower fell. Barriers to communication of so many kinds were created for and/or by us. Perhaps we still spend time constructing new barriers and thinking up new ways to distance ourselves from the rest of our kind. I chose to use the phrase "materialism" to express how children engender these attributes of caregivers and others alike. However, this can easily be exchanged for a phrase like "socialism," or "corporate capitalism," or nearly any other thing that you can probably think of. Children are like sponges. They soak up even more than we realize. Most widespread religions in the world have some form of renunciation belief or ritual wherein an individual must 'cast off' the old self and put on the new. This is because, regardless of where or when a child is born in the world, the perspectives of the people around them raising them will likely leave much to be desired. It is necessary for beings to continue to learn, and this often entails a serious consideration of what was instilled into them at an earlier time. It is quintessential that we question and evaluate these things since the state of the world will have changed by the time that we reach maturation. The ideas that people gave us may apply to a world that is already different. The story of the Tower of Babel may refer to a state that earlier humans lived in, perhaps on a shared continent, in which the manners in which they communicated were similar. Then, at some point, perhaps these same peoples went off on their travels and developed new languages. In a funny way, we seem to do that as individuals. At some point, we strike out on our own, even if only a little. Though we may differ on surface level behaviors and in the symbols that we use to describe the human experience, human beings are more or less fundamentally the same. We let our differences create so, so, so many barriers between ourselves and other beings. Just think of all of the harm that things like xenophobia, racism, intolerance, and a lack of an ability to communicate verbally with one another have done to our species. Even beyond that, just think of how easily we dismiss the inner lives and inner experiences of creatures different than ourselves simply because they do not communicate verbally with us in our preferred tongue. Research is overwhelmingly in support of other beings communicating with others of their kind, whether we as individuals acknowledge it or not.. Some of us are just really into denial about it. We could achieve remarkably wonderful things, if only we would learn to recognize the similarities of our experiences. (Matthew 19:6 So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”)

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Spearmint Chalk Spearmint Chalk
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Projects and Shadows

Tao Te Ching “A great nation is like a great man: When he makes a mistake, he realizes it. Having realized it, he admits it. Having admitted it, he corrects it. He considers those who point out his faults as his most benevolent teachers. He thinks of his enemy as the shadow that he himself casts.” ~~~~~~~ CIM Chapter 10 88 Children perceive terrifying ghosts and monsters and dragons, and they are terrified. Yet if they ask someone they trust for the real meaning of what they perceive and are willing to let their interpretations go in favor of reality, their fear goes with them. When a child is helped to translate his “ghost” into a curtain, his “monster” into a shadow, and his “dragon” into a dream, he is no longer afraid and laughs happily at his own fear. You, my children, are afraid of your brothers and of your Father and of yourselves. But you are merely deceived in them. Chapter 12 35 It is through these strange and shadowy figures that the insane relate to their insane world. For they see only those who remind them of these images, and it is to them that they relate. Thus do they communicate with those who are not there, and it is they who answer them, and no one hears their answer save him who called upon them, and he alone believes they answered him. Projection makes perception, and you cannot see beyond it. Again and again have men attacked each other because they saw in them a shadow figure in their own private world. And thus it is that you must attack yourself first, for what you attack is not in others. Its only reality is in your own mind, and by attacking others, you are literally attacking what is not there. 36 The delusional can be very destructive, for they do not recognize that they have condemned themselves. They do not wish to die, yet they will not let condemnation go. And so they separate into their private worlds, where everything is disordered and where what is within appears to be without. Yet what is within they do not see, for the reality of their brothers they cannot see. 41 Vision depends on light, and you cannot see in darkness. Yet in the darkness in the private world of sleep, you see in dreams, although your eyes are closed. And it is here that what you see you made. But let the darkness go, and all you made you will no longer see, for sight of it depends upon denying vision. Yet from denying vision, it does not follow that you cannot see. But this is what denial does, for by it you accept insanity, believing you can make a private world and rule your own perceptions. Yet for this, light must be excluded. Dreams disappear when light has come and you can see.

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Ashima Bawa Ashima Bawa
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Sand castle

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Jeanette Jeanette
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Inktober day14

Inktober Day 14 castle

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Spearmint Chalk Spearmint Chalk
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Lifes Activities Are Like Sand Castles

"much of the to-do of life is like building sand castles on the beach. we build them up, and then we take them down. OR we build them up, and the waves of life and time take them down. life returns us to our humble origins."

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Isadora Griffin Isadora Griffin
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The castle livingroom

"My possibly late husband never learned to appreciate modesty and humbleness, im afraid." Being married to a pirate in the kings service comes with a lot of material perks, but makes it difficult to host a fine ladies party. im just glad to have finnished, i sat for three days painting patterns.

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Ginger Ginger
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Bobby meets Cuphead

Looks like one of the magic spells Bobby casted, made a new friend appear. Albeit unannounced.

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Kaeri Rin Kaeri Rin
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Cute weather forecast

Cute weather forecast ☁️/☂️ First trial and errors with oil pastels! I bought 4 sticks to try the new medium and I'm having so much fun making cute little doodles

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mhmakesthings mhmakesthings Plus Member
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Lots of Stones

Freehand sketching in ink from a photo reference I found online, to practice conveying that lots-of-stones look without drawing all the stones (photo credit: K. Mitch Hodge). Micron pens + alcohol markers.

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Lilian Greisse Lilian Greisse
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Neuschwanstein castle

George P. Gaskell https://youtu.be/rcGqIYF9JbU

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Alexandra Martin Alexandra Martin
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Harvest Festival

From left to right (countries and their names): Belarus- Alena Sokolova Czech Republic-Iveta Cerna Hungary-Maida Valko Ukraine- Olena Karpenko Poland- Albinka Debski Markers and Pens -Sailor Shikiori Dual Tip Brush Pens -Micron Pens -Copic Markers -Posca Markers -Staedtler Double Ended Permanent Pens -Faber Castell Pitt Artist Pens -Gelly Roll Pens -Uni Ball Signo Pens -Marvy Artist Double Sided Permanent Pens -Mark’s Tous Le Jours Ballpoint Pen etc… Colored Pencils -Caran d’ache luminance -Holbein Artist colored pencils -Tombow Irojiten -Derwent Lightfast -Faber Castell Polychromos -Caran d’ache Pablo Etc… Additionally I used Supracolor watercolor pencils, Staedtler Mars Lumograph EE Pencil, and various types of Zebra Pens.

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Lilian Greisse Lilian Greisse
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Studies of four male heads

nankin pen , Antonio Castillo y Saavedra

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DoodlingGuineaBird DoodlingGuineaBird
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Staredown

Black 'Faber-Castell' artist fineliner

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Christian Felix Drab Christian Felix Drab
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Concept Art: Castle by the sea

This is a scanned pencil sketch of a picture that I still want to work out. The whole thing is supposed to be a kind of fantasy landscape. The castle depicted does not have to be historically correct either. I will try to work it out in Procreate. It's a great programme, but unfortunately I'm not yet as proficient as I'd like to be ... As soon as there's any progress, I'll post it here! Regards Christian

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Valeria Valeria
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Devante The Comedian Ghost

He's bitter, sarcastic and hates his boss and his job.he's also a spotted ghost (spotted ghosts are said to be lucky,there's only a small 0.001% population in the entire ghost world thus being very rare) sadly this is the last paint 3D doodle I did before my laptop stopped working

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Kurtis D Edwards Kurtis D Edwards Plus Member
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Ruin of Darkness

Wanted a fantasy comp but with a unique color palette and a modern subject. I also wanted the foreground to appear as a very distinct layer hoping the landscape appears downhill to the viewer. I used Barad-dûr as inspiration for the castle ruins.

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Arianna Arianna
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Sophie and Howls kissing scene

Colorful drawing of a scene of Studio Ghibli's film "Howl's Moving Castle", Sophie and Howl's kissing Reference: screenshot of the movie scene Techniques: brush pens on regular paper

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Daniel Gräfen Daniel Gräfen
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Some Castle

Architecture of the Day

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Valeria Valeria
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Marshmallow imp
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Heavily inspired by the stay puft marshmallow man, marshmallow imps are very playful,loving and love hugs, Sourglum accidentally summoned them in her castle which ended up being infested by them,they get attached easily (they're very sticky) she gets angry and banishes them since they are not dangerous or violent to attack Sweetnette and her kingdom.they are slow but jump a lot they also giggle (Pillsbury Doughboy) they randomly teleport themselves from hell into Sourglum's castle.at the end she decides to keep them although as her loyal servants.

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Sleepy Castle Sleepy Castle
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Brave Knight and his right hand Teddy

https://www.instagram.com/sleepy.castle/

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Jasmin Jasmin
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Remember Me?

Posca pens and acrylic paint on canvas. You can read the history of this painting on Instagram or on my blog www.mincastamtam.de

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Dorota D Dorota D
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Sophie - Howls Moving Castle

Fanart from Howl's Moving Castle - Sophie : D

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