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Chump is vampire, her eyes glow green due to her abilities. When she feels threaten, angry or upset her eyes will instantly start glowing. She can summon a green fog that causes an poison like substance to infect your skin. If your standing in her fog too long, well I guess see you in Hell.

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Imperfect Lines, Honest Presence This sketch is not perfect—and that’s exactly why it’s alive. The bold figure, the dissolving hat, the tilted chair: all of it feels unfinished, fleeting, caught in motion. It’s what the Japanese call wabi-sabi—finding beauty in the imperfect, the impermanent, the incomplete. But there’s something deeper here too. A quick sketch is not just what the eye records. It’s what the soul permits. To draw without fixing, without polishing, is to admit the world will not hold still for us. Life slips past. The lines break off. And yet, somehow, the essence remains. When you sketch this way, you are not the master of the moment—you are its guest. The pencil does not carve permanence; it pays attention. The act of drawing becomes an act of being present, of honoring what is already vanishing. So here’s a challenge: grab a pencil and sketch someone near you in sixty seconds. Do not erase. Do not perfect. Let the lines falter. When you finish, ask yourself: What truth did the imperfection reveal? Perhaps presence itself is the real art.

If i was real youd see me cry If i was real youd watch me die If i was real youd spit in my eye If i was real youd know a lie If i was real youd know my name If i was real id bring you shame If i was real id show you pain If i was real id drive you insane But im not real Im just a name Meet me in the dark Meet me in the light Ill crawl inside your skin Eager for a bite Ill coil around your thoughts Let me stay Together we can obsess Over every shade of grey Deny my existence Dont say my name I dont love you Make no mistake Im not here for salvation Im here for the pain Embrace me my child Nightmares My name #embracingnightmares

Hands and Eyes

A very rough sketch of my Ingellvar (I' not happy with it). I'll take this opportunity to talk about my headcanons: Her name is Isida (once it was Isseya, but I renamed her). She's an introvert. So leading a whole team to save the world is hard for her than for my other planned Rooks. Her eye was damaged in a fight with Baron Van Markham, which really hurt her as an archer. Luckily, Varric taught her some tricks and gave her a second wind. She's back in action. I don't know if it's mentioned in the game, but for now I'm headcanoning that she got the name Rook from Varric, who became like a father to her. So she prefers to be called Rook than Isida Ingellvar. Sometimes she yearns for her elven roots, but still prefers Nevarra and Necropolis. Hopefully, she will get me back into art.

Teaser for the color version coming soon! This is a continuation of the first page of this story, which I posted here: https://www.doodleaddicts.com/uploads/71900/first-page/ I hope you all enjoy reading it! These are a lot of fun to make : )

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I had to re-upload her the last one was so UN-proportional I couldn't stand it. But I know I need to work on hands and fingers. It's an alien that lives in a doll like body. It can manipulate the doll, moving fingers, arms and eyes. So nothing like cutting open your doll just to find an alien creature living inside. No, my aliens will not have any gender. Why don't we reproduce like worms, get split into two.

Careful, eyes are watching.

I fell in love with charcoal. Its so beautiful that so much can be expressed in black and white. The universe is so beautiful

I never imagined I could capture so much emotion in an eye—especially on just my second attempt. This piece came to life through intuition more than technique. The values, the shadows, the highlights… they felt like they found their place on their own. Maybe emotion, light, and shadow have always spoken to me—I just finally listened.

Tessa. 12x17.5" Oil on Board $500.00. Big eyes, big glasses and big ear rings. Everything you need to make an interesting portrait.

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You know you can always count on me, friend Like no one else, I've gotten used to the coldness of the stone So I can be with you often Silver rain will wash away the tears of the Dread Sky I will rise with the sun… I will rise with the sun… - Valyrym.  Referring to the story "The Dragon In The Dungeon" Some say I'm hitting the point. So I strike again. When the Writer dies, the World creates a seemingly imperceptible void, a void waiting to be filled, greedily begging others for revelation.  For the next One to take its place in this great spiral. Light. Narrow tunnel. Echoes. Arise. Rest in Peace Coyote - Of The Wilds was a talented writer, author of many fantastic stories which he never managed to finish. He was able to convey true, deep emotion through words, through many unfinished stories. Now, through the ending of the Story. These stories have contributed a lot to my life in 2020, as I wrote about in “Split Of… Personality”. Like for many others, he inspired me to create. I wrote “Split Of Fate”, deleted it, now I'm bringing it back to life, but I also have other plans - regarding the stories of Of The Wilds… but more on that later… This was difficult to draw. Difficult without getting eyes wet. Just a quick doodle… Well, if I were nearby, I would place an apple on his grave. 

For day 5 of Julesthetic, today's aesthetic is dreamcore. For this day, I decided to make Spimon, who fell asleep in the schoolyard one day. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was somewhere else and was looking for a way to get back to school while a mysterious voice kept saying, "This isn't real, it's just a dream.

She was much darker and had bigger, more mixed eyes. I had limited alcohol marker colors

happy pride month and mens mental awareness month

Father's (https://www.doodleaddicts.com/uploads/68546/cosmic-horror/) crooked hand, with six fingers (one looks like a fang) of different weird lengths (because He doesn't understand human anatomy well), holding a Gotham snow globe. And of course, the eyes. He loves eyes.

Patron Saint of Uncomfortable Eye Contact. Could not choose 1 or 2. Which one is your favorite? Requested by Norman. #patronSaint #dailyDrawing

Casually racing through it with all the drawings… hence why it’s new sketchbook time already, hahaha! As we leave spring behind, meet “Summer Eyes”.

Lindsey's aunt's dog, Libby. She is a burnadoodle with crazy eyes

I have my eye on distractions lol

Meditating alien

An opened 3rd eye

To draw is to notice. To notice is to pause. And sometimes, all it takes is a barefoot boy in a camping chair, chasing the drips of a popsicle, to remind us what it means to be here. This is Popsiclence—a sacred kind of focus. It’s where observational drawing leads us: out of the swirl, into the now. And in that now, we heal.