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"I don't want to be here. I want to go back." *Her hands pressed against the glass tank. Her eyes searched his eyes, a silent plead. But the prince just smiled, not a charming pleasant one. It was one with dark intent. "You will never leave. This is your home. So enjoy the attention as you get it."

The European Goldfinch is a striking small finch with a distinctive red face and black-and-white head. Its wings are black with a bright yellow wing bar, while the body is mainly buff or light brown. During the breeding season, the bill of male and female goldfinches is white, but at other times of the year, it is marked with a black tip. Female goldfinches are very alike in appearance to males, and visually, it is hard to tell them apart from a distance. At close range, the sexes can be distinguished by the size of the red facial patch, with the females not extending past the eyes as it does in males of the species. Juvenile goldfinches do not develop adults' red, white and black facial markings until the late summer or autumn after hatching. Until this point, they have streaky buff-brown markings on their heads. Info: Birdfact . com

Digital painting in Procreate.

I kept my eyes on it the whole time. Now it was moving so slowly that you couldn't really see whether it was coming towards you or not. Occasionally its shape changed just slightly and its black tummy swept over the concrete floor. I could hardly breathe. I knew that I ought to run away and hide bur I just couldn't. Now it moved diagonally again towards the wall and wasn't to be seen any longer. It was in the pile of junk behind the modelling stand, it was somewhere behind the sacks of plaster and might appear again just anywhere. It was getting dark in the studio. I knew that it was me who had let the creature out and I couldn't capture it and lock it up again. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson

What a wonderful Kirkus review! (Paired here with my favorite improper contraction.) "A thoughtful look at life, in all its beauty and strangeness. ... This delightfully deadpan musing on life urges compassion for others. Howden’s straightforward text is on the philosophical side, though also rooted in the absurd. Hahn’s spare black graphite pencil watercolor, mostly set against a white background, are imbued with humor and empathy for the pickle, with the foodstuff’s expressive eyes conveying many emotions at once. " https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/sarah-howden/the-wise-pickle/ THE WISE PICKLE by Sarah Howden ; illustrated by Sabina Hahn RELEASE DATE: June 23, 2026

A stylized depiction of a cat with exaggerated eyes and bold colors. The cat sits against a light background, giving it a pop-art feel.

A Bengal cat sits gracefully against a dark striped background. Its vibrant coat and striking blue eyes are beautifully rendered.

A striking portrait of a fluffy white cat with vivid blue eyes. The cat's pink nose adds a touch of color.

Sketches of my Eva, mom of OCs Daphne, Dahlia, and Primrose. Her hair changes but her eyes are always green and she wears a carefree smile.

One year towards autumn a geologist was living in the pilots' hut. He couldn't speak either Finnish ow Swedish, he just smiled and flashed his black eyes. He would look at people and immediately make them feel how surprised and happy he was to meet them at last and then he just walked on with his hammer and hammered a rock here and there. His name was Jeremiah. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

Stripped of skin, status, and story, what remains is the truth beneath it all. Bone Deep is a minimalist skeletal portrait rendered in graphite and ink on canvas, built through cross-hatching, stark contrast, and deliberate restraint. The exaggerated skull and hollow eyes confront the viewer directly — not with fear, but with inevitability.

In the end I began to feel weak at the knees and then I knew that soon it would be too late, in a few seconds it would be too late, so I let it fall into the gutter and began rolling very quickly and without looking up. I kept my nose just above the top of the stone so that the room I had hidden us in would be as tiny as possible and I heard very clearly how all the cars stopped and were angry but I drew a line between them and me and just went on rolling and rolling. You can close your mind to things if something is important enough. It works very well. You make yourself very small, shut your eyes tight and say a big word over and over again until you're safe. - Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson #dailydrawing #tovejansson

A blue skull with spiral lollypops as eyes and a playful expression is surrounded by candies. A banner beneath reads 'Die-Free Candy or Die'.

This is Caecus! I think Beastgurl asked about him. His floating eyeball form has red eyes with flecks of red.

ghostly doodle of dalmatian furry phantom

So yeah, I will color this image and add a word bubble. But um, this was my honest reaction to season two of Hazbin. Soooo, I will continue the roller coaster ride, but my ears will burn from the singing and my eyes will be scratched out due to the content in which I am forcing them to focus on. I might even go see a therapist and question all my life choices.

Ok, so I was just playing around with some eyes. I like to spice things up. But I still like her original design.

Revisiting something untouched for a long time. The vibes have not changed, but the design concept did. The paper is very messy, because of many, many, random sketches trying to... find something. Something came to my mind suddenly, to remove nearly all the details and changed the eye design. Suddenly, everything snapped into place and the character came to life, again. The eyes are indeed the windows to the soul, huh?

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.

It’s strange how one moment everything can feel completely under control, and the next, you're staring at a computer screen, heart racing, with no idea what just went wrong. That’s exactly how I felt a few weeks ago when I made a simple ETH transfer from Ku coin to my Meta Mask wallet. It seemed like a routine transaction, nothing out of the ordinary. But when I checked my Meta Mask after a few minutes, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My ETH was gone. At first, I thought maybe there was a delay. I refreshed the page, checked again, but still, nothing. Panic started to set in. I immediately turned to Ethers can, where I entered my transaction hash, hoping for some clarity. What I found was far worse than I could have imagined: my ETH wasn’t stuck in limbo; it had already been transferred to an address I didn’t recognize. To make matters worse, the gas fee on this transaction was far higher than it should have been—almost suspiciously high. Something was off. My gut told me this wasn’t a mistake; it felt like I’d been targeted. I didn’t know what to do next. The address was foreign to me, and the transaction seemed completely legitimate on the surface, making it even harder to figure out where things went wrong. Frustrated and desperate, I started looking for solutions. That’s when I came across “Salvage Asset Recovery,” a service that specializes in recovering lost or stolen crypto assets. I was initially doubtful—after all, how could a third party help me with something so personal and irreversible? But I had no other choice. I contacted them, and within a few hours, I was in touch with a professional who walked me through the situation. With their expertise, it became clear that I had likely fallen victim to a phishing attack or exploit, which had tricked me into sending my ETH to a malicious address. They assured me that recovery was possible and began working immediately. In what seemed like a miracle, my ETH was returned. The entire ordeal had been a nightmare, but with the help of Salvage Asset Recovery, I got my funds back. It was a huge relief, but it also served as a wake-up call. I learned the hard way that in the world of crypto, things aren’t always as straightforward as they seem. Now, I triple-check everything before I make any transactions, and I’m much more cautious about where I seek help. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, don’t hesitate to reach out to Salvage Asset recovery, you might just get your money back, too. Visit them by using the Details below- Telegram+16592200206

Hands and Eyes

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.

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.