Qasaherim and Elvarelyn two of my female demon characters I have created years ago (especially the one on the right i created her when I was 10).one is a spiteful rebel the other is a domineering termagent,can you guess which one?Such old artwork dates back I think 2018?hence the notebook paper.i know uploading old art is stale and repetitive,today is probably the last day I will upload irrelevant junk.
Sharpie pen (fine) + Prismacolor markers on white paper • After diving into a few episodes of Westworld season 3, I found myself a little lost. After watching all of season 2 again, I found myself with more questions. So now you can find me starting Westworld season 1 again.
Dude this thing is gonna be a wip especially cause I’m shit at shading *obviously* so that’s gonna take me a while -I’ve spent 45minutes on this thing so far I’ma continue it later
Animaux origamiques répétés et rapprochés pour former de manière subjective un vêtement ou un accessoire. Un animal seul est représenté par illustration. L’animal donne une indication sur l’apparence du vêtement en suggérant une texture, une nuance, une odeur. Dans la série, « lipstickrabbit » fait référence au testing des rouges à lèvres sur les lapins.
In a world where there were no cellphones and no caller ID and a lovely random surprise guest a couple times a week. Charcoal powder and charcoal pencil on paper 11x14inches
So I wanted to challenge myself and do some sketching. I went through so many challenges and decided on 2017 inktober list. Mine will be in pencil and will probably be 1 sketch every 2 days. I wanted to continue adding to this one so bad but my 2 days are up!
World gone to hell
Sons duaghters leaving their families homes, dying of a new and namles plague. Where are the gods? And what has become of my hero? I am king, but no more subjects are under my command.
A kingdom falls. A new age dawns, the illest omens herald its bitter arrival .
God preserve us.
We have forasken god, they do not forasake us.
This is why we must be stricken with sickness. . . .. … …
Weep for me.
Weep for all our brothers and sisters.
And now every uncreative poet and halfwit bard seeks to make drama of our troubles.
We are their muse, their grand epic to tell the children.
Fear the virus, dont look away, disturb the dead, praise us for our lies to you. They lead the masses to slay each out of fear.
Cry.
Yes, cry
Cry for your fallen.
They will not be returning for you soon.
But you are still alive, and for that you shall become stronger.
Onward
We cannot always bury the dead. Today , time is against us. We move foward, we carry the sorrow, but the ultimate goal is to defeat sorrow. Whatever form this darkess takes, we face it. Unafraid. And unrelenting.
Forge on into the night. Not gently and quiet shall be our passing.
For, if i am to end, and you likewise, we plant our flag atop the highest hill.
We scream our battle cry and let none forget our actions
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The very mountains will shake, and echo our last breath.
This is my promise.
If i shall die, i die as i am now
A man. I have decided.
So, i die
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As a fun way to come up with drawing prompts I've been thinking up rhyming couplets (a la Dr. Suess) with my wife. Particularly pleased with this one! It's going to a friend who loves D&D. Pen and watercolour on paper, 5x7".
