Thank you SO MUCH for supporting my art so in return
I’m doing an ~ART GIVEAWAY~ as thanks to all my followers!!
✪1st Prize - Full body of your choice!
✪2nd Prize - Bust of your choice!
- Reblog this post (likes do NOT count but are welcomed)!!
- You must be following me (this is for my followers after all)!!
I’ll randomly draw two names AUGUST 14th!!
Good luck to everyone and thanks again!
This video speaks to me on an unparalleled amount of levels.
Well fucking played, Torzelan & OCRemix.
Started this guy years ago and never got around to actually finishing it (or getting close thereto). I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore so have this gazing tentacle face I’ve been calling “Applecore.”
Some alien maggot I drew to lounge around my desktop. He’s adorable enough that I’m calling it done. ^,^ …That and I fukd up the psd file by saving a smaller, layer-less version by accident so there’s that. :|
edit: Wth, added some color.
A morose April feels like a hipster holiday,
quietly tilling the grounds of Spring
and building warmth, in a fog
where only animals can wade.
…For it being National Poetry Month, I felt bad for not having posted/written much in a while, so I slapped this thing on FB quick. XD
In the dream, I had planned to go to a rave in the city with my sister. Early event goers were allowed entry and were free to hang out in an open common room before the rave started, instead of having to wait in lines outside of the venue. My sister and I made our way through the venue’s entrance and into the common room where about 10 other rave-goers sat in quiet anticipation. No one present said much of anything as attendees slowly shuffled in over time, except for a few muffled conversations between partners on this couch or that. After I had found a couch end to claim for myself, I looked up and saw that my sister was no longer with me. Assuming she was simply locating a bathroom or exploring elsewhere, I lounged comfortably in my seat, surveying the current group. A cute, younger girl sitting on the opposite end of the couch I was on turned, to look me over, before boldly addressing me.
“So you’re like, really sexy,” she said casually, drawing out the ‘so’ just subtly enough to indicate a playful fear, that was easy enough to throw under the bus. “Would you want to dance with me?” She said warmly. I could tell she wasn’t trying to stifle any sentiments of dominance or aggression as far as I was concerned. Her abruptness caught me off guard, and for it being a dream, I think some part of her could tell. As I gave my reply, it felt as I thought it should; as if she could read what I was about to think - she barely grinned, and slowly wove her fingers through and around mine while we sat, until our palms rested within one another’s. It was getting hard for her to hold back her smile, and so I met her with reassuring reciprocity.
“Well,” I started, “No one’s asked me that in quite a while. I’d love to.” I could tell she felt as content as I, even as others in the room watched us vicariously, from the corners of green eyes. I held her hand with tenderness - clutching onto every honest sentiment started by this new friend - waiting for our turn to rage, and dance, together.
Elbow piece is done! True story: I’m powered by unreal technology…but then again, aren’t we all? ;D \m/
… I’m probably the easiest person to follow in Tumblrland, considering I only post content like once every few cycles.
just Dyna-scribblin’ out some random alien bust thing for no reason. With all the learning technology stuff that’s been flooding my brain/life lately, cracking open Zbrush was a gigantic breath of fresh air, even if I’m still mediocre at it. XD