I coloured one of the Tyrians I drew for Fivetail. (:
THIS IS THE BEST DEMON CONCEPT DESIGN EVER I’M USING THE SHIT OUT OF IT
I coloured one of the Tyrians I drew for Fivetail. (:
THIS IS THE BEST DEMON CONCEPT DESIGN EVER I’M USING THE SHIT OUT OF IT
flat-colored commission from FIVE TAIL, Thank you so much luv! <3
I present to you, though the medium of kidkyan’s raw fucking talent, my original character, Noah Synclaire.
Guys.
Guys guys guys.
GUYS LOOK AT HER. ISN’T THIS ART FUCKING BEAUTIFUL AS SHIT.
YOU SHOULD ALL SERIOUSLY COMMISSION KIDKYAN RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.
Thanks for all the name suggestions, you guys! :3a
I think I know what I’m sticking with.
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This was my Naruto OC, Ookamiza Yuni.
I worked obscenely hard on her backstory and role in my fanfic so she wouldn’t be considered a Mary Sue. A sporking community on LJ actually approved of her.
97% of her story is still tucked away in my notes because I switched to the Death Note fandom and lost interest.
I’m actually still insanely proud of her.
“What are you going to name it?”
“I don’t know. Moppet. Dexter. Phil?”
“…Phil?”
“Yeah! He sorta looks like a Phil.”
“You’re actually going to give this monstrosity a people name?”
“Why not? I had a cat named Bob once. He ran away, though.”
“Maybe it’s because he thought he was a person and he left to find alternate means of employment.”
“Oh ha, ha. Listen, this is my flying badger bird thing and if I want to name him freaking Polydeuces of Gemini, then that’ll be his name.”
“Rooooger that, Captain.”
“…Roger!”
“Oh dear God.”
…
so uh his name is Roger
Bonus behind-the-scenes look at my receipt for a sketch of the flying honey badger bird.
Guess which part I wrote.
Go on.
Guess.
I wanted to post this image for a follower who reblogged one of our images and stated that he needed to loose weight in order to be more fashionable. I hope you take the time to read this.
The image of this man comes from The Satorialist blog/book. When I read the story behind this image, I just had to bookmark it as a reminder that fashion is for everyone even though it is not clearly portrayed in society.
Scott Schuman wrote in his book: “I stopped him and asked him if I could take his photo and he looked at me suspiciously and replied, ‘Why would you want to take a picture of me? I am a bald fat man.’ Now, I am a very polite and positive person, so I started to reply that, ‘No, you are not…’; but then I caught myself and instead replied, ‘Yes, but you are a well-dressed bald, fat man.’”
“I think what most of them [blog followers] found was that they were able to achieve a similar elegance, not by spending a ton on custom tailoring but by focusing on a few subtle alterations that helped their suits fit their body types.”
Now, if you want to lose weight in order to be healthier or anything like that, please do! I just do not want you to think that by losing weight you’ll be more fashionable. All you need when shopping is a clear, positive mind and a lot of patience.
Sorry this was so long, I just felt the need to write it.
This had to be brought up again from the archives. I hope more people appreciate it.
I quite like this.
The man does look good.
Add a handlebar moustache and you basically have the project runner in my novel.
A big reason why I wanna learn how to draw is so that I can personify everything.
So have an anthropomorphic computer keyboard.
I’ve had her design in my head for about a year now and though it’s not nearly as adorable as it was in my mind I think I did a pretty good job with it.
Anatomy practice??
I can’t draw hands for shit.
Releasing a sharp breath, Bari glanced down at Christopher, skirting the pain searing in her arms from the weight she was sustaining. Christopher dangled in her grasp, clasping onto her wrist with one hand, his other hand occupied with the collar of their unconscious teammate.
Two hundred feet separated them and the ground below.
Christopher’s eyes were wide. He took another few shallow breaths and asked again, with fervency.
The usual calm in her expression faltered. “Would you like to know what I’m wondering?”
“Please,” was his immediate reply.
The blade of Bari’s scythe shifted in the dirt of the cliff edge, dropping them down another few inches. Christopher made a high-pitched noise he was immediately ashamed of. Bari’s hold on the handle began to slip.
“Fate let us come this far,” she started, voice strangled. “Do you think it would give up on us this early?”
Her tone was questioning. As if she didn’t know. As if she was really asking him.
He stopped breathing.
His fist tightened on Alistar’s collar. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. He shook his head, lightly.
“I don’t believe in fate.”
Bari smiled weakly at him—an honest, reassuring smile—before turning back to loosen her grip on their lifeline.
“Let’s see if it believes in us.”