• EspaΓ±ol

    Pesando que hacer para esta galeria, pronto terminare de recuperar mis trabajos y dibujos... espero les guste.

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    Thinking about what to do in this gallery, soon i will recover all my draws and stuffs here, hoipe you like it
    EspaΓ±ol Pesando que hacer para esta galeria, pronto terminare de recuperar mis trabajos y dibujos... espero les guste. English Thinking about what to do in this gallery, soon i will recover all my draws and stuffs here, hoipe you like it
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  • Last fullbody art payment for [Xx_gl00my_k1tt13_xX ](https://toyhou.se/Xx_gl00my_k1tt13_xX) of their character [Roman](https://toyhou.se/16276859.roman)! Been taking my time due to personal problems, though I've been slowly recovering, and getting better.

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  • Thank you so much to those who still support me, and haven't moved on.

    I am still needle felting, with some days scattered with disability appointments and other errands, training staff.

    I now needle felt at night as well as the mornings, depending on other engagements.

    My Mum has been home for over a week now, and is recovering through rehab. Please respect our family privacy.
    Thank you so much to those who still support me, and haven't moved on. I am still needle felting, with some days scattered with disability appointments and other errands, training staff. I now needle felt at night as well as the mornings, depending on other engagements. My Mum has been home for over a week now, and is recovering through rehab. Please respect our family privacy.
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  • Vincent stumbled upon an injured bounty hunter on a job, who had no choice but to let him help them. He was then taken in, as no one from outside was to know about the Agency or its personnel. It gave him a place to live, having spent about two years on the streets after he ran from an abusive household.

    He was trained for the Tracker role; those who help identify and locate targets for the Hunters to deal with. He was partnered with the Hunter whose life he had saved before.

    While on a job, a rather fragile building was blown up, causing the death of his partner and the loss of his left leg. He was forced to go back and stay within the Agency's walls until fully recovered, where he met Elizabeth, his current partner.
    Vincent stumbled upon an injured bounty hunter on a job, who had no choice but to let him help them. He was then taken in, as no one from outside was to know about the Agency or its personnel. It gave him a place to live, having spent about two years on the streets after he ran from an abusive household. He was trained for the Tracker role; those who help identify and locate targets for the Hunters to deal with. He was partnered with the Hunter whose life he had saved before. While on a job, a rather fragile building was blown up, causing the death of his partner and the loss of his left leg. He was forced to go back and stay within the Agency's walls until fully recovered, where he met Elizabeth, his current partner.
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  • It was a street, just like the many Kaelan had seen in movies and series, though this one was barren of rushing cars. It stretched beyond what his eyes could catch, going into hiding amidst the fog. From large cracks surfaced all sorts of greenery, completely ignorant of the faded yellow divider lines in the highway. As an appealing landing strip, Kae dipped down from the sky, unfurling his rounded tail and lowering his legs. He braced for the landing, and despite his care to not go too fast, he still felt his right wing crashing with something, putting him out of equilibrium and sending him skidding along the pavement.

    A moment for recovery was enough to have him up and going again. He looked up, eyes widening at the creaking sound behind him. He turned, the cacophony of groaning metal and wood making his feathers stand on end, even more so with the tapping rain. A power line lazily angled down, every degree accompanied by the horrible whining. It finally came to rest on the bushery of one of many trees that lined the street. Kaelan sighed, glad to not have broken anything himself, and just hoped he hadn’t cut the electricity to some distant town.

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    Ok, about time I start posting some stuff here I guess :P

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    It was a street, just like the many Kaelan had seen in movies and series, though this one was barren of rushing cars. It stretched beyond what his eyes could catch, going into hiding amidst the fog. From large cracks surfaced all sorts of greenery, completely ignorant of the faded yellow divider lines in the highway. As an appealing landing strip, Kae dipped down from the sky, unfurling his rounded tail and lowering his legs. He braced for the landing, and despite his care to not go too fast, he still felt his right wing crashing with something, putting him out of equilibrium and sending him skidding along the pavement. A moment for recovery was enough to have him up and going again. He looked up, eyes widening at the creaking sound behind him. He turned, the cacophony of groaning metal and wood making his feathers stand on end, even more so with the tapping rain. A power line lazily angled down, every degree accompanied by the horrible whining. It finally came to rest on the bushery of one of many trees that lined the street. Kaelan sighed, glad to not have broken anything himself, and just hoped he hadn’t cut the electricity to some distant town. ------ Ok, about time I start posting some stuff here I guess :P ------ Artwork, story & characters belong to @akaiitori Reposting, distribution, commercial or non-commercial use of this work is strictly prohibited.
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  • It had been only a year and a half since she'd left her homeland of TΓ­r na nΓ“g, but it somehow felt much longer than that to Keeva. She didn’t hate this strange land she was now forced to live within; Hadreon was rather nice, all things considered, but it wasn’t her home.

    This sense of loss bothered her in the very beginning, of course, but she could push those thoughts and feelings aside for a time. The longer she found herself away, however, the harder it became to ignore the aching feeling that had made a home of its own within her.

    This was further worsened by Lan. She knew that he could feel what she did through their link as summoner and eidolon, at least to some extent. It was obvious he was trying to help her as much as he could. He would listen, distract her, keep her moving and her mind on other things. It only did so much, however. Eventually it seemed to Keeva that he’d grown tired of it. He wished to be unfettered from her, he would say. Keeva, of course, would oblige to these requests, although it did not come without an even sharper ache within her as the link that bound their lifeforce to one another shattered for a time.

    _He just wants to be happy_, she thought to herself, smiling despite the loneliness. _I can’t deny him that._

    With each request to sever their link it became harder for her to say yes, especially in those horrifying instances where he failed to return to her in time. When she felt what little connection they did have remaining snap completely, that loneliness consumed her utterly until he finally recovered from as close to death as an eidolon could reach. There were a handful of times where she did finally deny his wishes, but after seeing how distraught Lan became… she had to relent.

    She wanted him to be happy, she honestly did, but why did he want to leave her so often? Although he seemed eager to talk with her when they were together, his own thoughts and feelings were significantly more guarded than her own. She didn’t know what he truly felt.

    She thought about asking why, but decided against it. It felt easier not to know.

    There eventually came a day where Lan, after returning much sooner than usual, seemed almost bursting with excitement.

    β€œI have something I want to show you!”

    Keeva was suspicious, but before she could say anything, he had swept her off her feet and flew away as fast as his mighty wings would allow. He dipped into the forest as soon as he spotted an entrance large enough within the branches. Farther and farther into the woods they swiftly flew, bursts of stray sunshine shining through the canopy of leaves acting as their guiding light. After a while, he slowed to a stop, landing in front of a strange archway of silvery-green leaves. Keeva gave him a curious look that seemed to make Lan even more giddy with excitement.

    β€œGo in!” he said, carefully setting her down on the ground. β€œIt’s safe, I promise.”

    Her curiosity got the better of her. Keeva walked forward through the arch of leaves, which seemed to quiver as she passed by. It seemed almost to be a hallway, continuing on and on, twisting every so often until she had no idea which way she was facing. She gave a wary glance behind her to Lan, who merely grinned widely in response.

    Finally, she saw what appeared to be the end of this passage, the suns’ light shining brightly on the other side. She stopped once she reached the edge of the leaves and stared with wide eyes, uttering a small sound of surprise.

    It was as if a piece of home were lifted and dropped within this little clearing. Flowers of all kinds littered the ground, climbing up into the large trees that acted almost as walls. An abundance of color lay everywhere one looked. She lifted a hand as she passed underneath one of the more willowy trees, lightly brushing through the strands of purple leaves and flowers that dangled delicately from the low-hanging branches. She walked as if in a daze and sat herself in the middle of the blue-green grass where the flowers were small and seemed to dance in a gentle breeze that could not be felt. Lan joined her, seeming pleased with himself.

    There were no words shared between them as they sat. It was the pleasant kind of quiet where you felt warm and safe, no cares in the world to weigh you down.

    β€œI could feel you were homesick,” he finally said with a soft smile. β€œIt took me a while, but… I hope what I found is worth the pain I put you through.”

    She leaned against him, resting her head against his arm as she settled into a hug.

    β€œThank you.”
    It had been only a year and a half since she'd left her homeland of TΓ­r na nΓ“g, but it somehow felt much longer than that to Keeva. She didn’t hate this strange land she was now forced to live within; Hadreon was rather nice, all things considered, but it wasn’t her home. This sense of loss bothered her in the very beginning, of course, but she could push those thoughts and feelings aside for a time. The longer she found herself away, however, the harder it became to ignore the aching feeling that had made a home of its own within her. This was further worsened by Lan. She knew that he could feel what she did through their link as summoner and eidolon, at least to some extent. It was obvious he was trying to help her as much as he could. He would listen, distract her, keep her moving and her mind on other things. It only did so much, however. Eventually it seemed to Keeva that he’d grown tired of it. He wished to be unfettered from her, he would say. Keeva, of course, would oblige to these requests, although it did not come without an even sharper ache within her as the link that bound their lifeforce to one another shattered for a time. _He just wants to be happy_, she thought to herself, smiling despite the loneliness. _I can’t deny him that._ With each request to sever their link it became harder for her to say yes, especially in those horrifying instances where he failed to return to her in time. When she felt what little connection they did have remaining snap completely, that loneliness consumed her utterly until he finally recovered from as close to death as an eidolon could reach. There were a handful of times where she did finally deny his wishes, but after seeing how distraught Lan became… she had to relent. She wanted him to be happy, she honestly did, but why did he want to leave her so often? Although he seemed eager to talk with her when they were together, his own thoughts and feelings were significantly more guarded than her own. She didn’t know what he truly felt. She thought about asking why, but decided against it. It felt easier not to know. There eventually came a day where Lan, after returning much sooner than usual, seemed almost bursting with excitement. β€œI have something I want to show you!” Keeva was suspicious, but before she could say anything, he had swept her off her feet and flew away as fast as his mighty wings would allow. He dipped into the forest as soon as he spotted an entrance large enough within the branches. Farther and farther into the woods they swiftly flew, bursts of stray sunshine shining through the canopy of leaves acting as their guiding light. After a while, he slowed to a stop, landing in front of a strange archway of silvery-green leaves. Keeva gave him a curious look that seemed to make Lan even more giddy with excitement. β€œGo in!” he said, carefully setting her down on the ground. β€œIt’s safe, I promise.” Her curiosity got the better of her. Keeva walked forward through the arch of leaves, which seemed to quiver as she passed by. It seemed almost to be a hallway, continuing on and on, twisting every so often until she had no idea which way she was facing. She gave a wary glance behind her to Lan, who merely grinned widely in response. Finally, she saw what appeared to be the end of this passage, the suns’ light shining brightly on the other side. She stopped once she reached the edge of the leaves and stared with wide eyes, uttering a small sound of surprise. It was as if a piece of home were lifted and dropped within this little clearing. Flowers of all kinds littered the ground, climbing up into the large trees that acted almost as walls. An abundance of color lay everywhere one looked. She lifted a hand as she passed underneath one of the more willowy trees, lightly brushing through the strands of purple leaves and flowers that dangled delicately from the low-hanging branches. She walked as if in a daze and sat herself in the middle of the blue-green grass where the flowers were small and seemed to dance in a gentle breeze that could not be felt. Lan joined her, seeming pleased with himself. There were no words shared between them as they sat. It was the pleasant kind of quiet where you felt warm and safe, no cares in the world to weigh you down. β€œI could feel you were homesick,” he finally said with a soft smile. β€œIt took me a while, but… I hope what I found is worth the pain I put you through.” She leaned against him, resting her head against his arm as she settled into a hug. β€œThank you.”
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  • So, meet Irena Nikova, Aquarius Saint from 300 years ago and one of my _Saint Seiya_ OCs. She was born in Russia between two Holy Wars, but that didn't mean Earth was at peace. In a time when there was always little information about the enemy and attacks could come from gods from different mythologies, Irena stood up because of her creative uses of cosmos: she could shape ice and water into almost anything she wanted, be it a deffensive shield or a hundred spears to throw at the enemy. She wasn't the strongest physically, but her speed and flexibility made up for that. With time, some began to call her "the untouchable witch" because rarely was she injured in a fight.

    Irena had an apprentice, a young and ambitious boy who craved to be the strongest of all saints in history. One night after a specially hard day of training, an evil spirit found its way into the Sanctuary and persuaded this apprentice to kill his master, and so he did. He stabbed her several times, and right before she died he also cut her face to ruin her fame of "untouchable". But that wasn't the end for Irena. Hades has resurrected her from time to time as a mercenary, paying her with days instead of money: the more loyal she remains, the longer she stays alive. Her loyalty to Athena was pretty much destroyed after telling her the Sanctuary didn't catch her murderer anyway; now, her faith has been replaced with resentment and the only thing she wishes for is to recover the time her apprentice stole from her. And maybe deep down she might be looking for a reason to believe in Athena again, but being the cynical little piece of **** she is, she would never admit that.

    So, about the reference:

    a) Front view, training clothes. There were no bras when she was born, so she got used to binding her chest as a way to "hold it in place".

    b) Back view. Loooong silver hair.

    c) Detail of the head. Slightly hooky nose and sharp features. The injure on her face, now scarred, damaged some of her facial muscles. This means she can no longer smile with the right side of her mouth or rise the left eyebrow. This unfortunate because she was always quite expressive for an Aquarius Saint.

    d) Detail of the scars in her body. She only has those and the one in her face.

    e) How she usually wears the surplice. She always liked looking elegant (?). Also, no mask. NO MASK I SAID. NEVER. I didn't bother to colour this one because there are enough pictures of the Aquarius surplice out there, use Google Images xD

    f) Colors used.
    So, meet Irena Nikova, Aquarius Saint from 300 years ago and one of my _Saint Seiya_ OCs. She was born in Russia between two Holy Wars, but that didn't mean Earth was at peace. In a time when there was always little information about the enemy and attacks could come from gods from different mythologies, Irena stood up because of her creative uses of cosmos: she could shape ice and water into almost anything she wanted, be it a deffensive shield or a hundred spears to throw at the enemy. She wasn't the strongest physically, but her speed and flexibility made up for that. With time, some began to call her "the untouchable witch" because rarely was she injured in a fight. Irena had an apprentice, a young and ambitious boy who craved to be the strongest of all saints in history. One night after a specially hard day of training, an evil spirit found its way into the Sanctuary and persuaded this apprentice to kill his master, and so he did. He stabbed her several times, and right before she died he also cut her face to ruin her fame of "untouchable". But that wasn't the end for Irena. Hades has resurrected her from time to time as a mercenary, paying her with days instead of money: the more loyal she remains, the longer she stays alive. Her loyalty to Athena was pretty much destroyed after telling her the Sanctuary didn't catch her murderer anyway; now, her faith has been replaced with resentment and the only thing she wishes for is to recover the time her apprentice stole from her. And maybe deep down she might be looking for a reason to believe in Athena again, but being the cynical little piece of shit she is, she would never admit that. So, about the reference: a) Front view, training clothes. There were no bras when she was born, so she got used to binding her chest as a way to "hold it in place". b) Back view. Loooong silver hair. c) Detail of the head. Slightly hooky nose and sharp features. The injure on her face, now scarred, damaged some of her facial muscles. This means she can no longer smile with the right side of her mouth or rise the left eyebrow. This unfortunate because she was always quite expressive for an Aquarius Saint. d) Detail of the scars in her body. She only has those and the one in her face. e) How she usually wears the surplice. She always liked looking elegant (?). Also, no mask. NO MASK I SAID. NEVER. I didn't bother to colour this one because there are enough pictures of the Aquarius surplice out there, use Google Images xD f) Colors used.
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  • Back at it again with another sketchy deity illustration! Maybe this will become a series though no promises sorry
    (The second slide is the original design from 2019)

    This time it's Dimitri (name to be changed, I just dont know to what) Deity of Life, Nature/Wilderness, Fertility and Birth, Forests and Plains and Harvest. They are also in charge of the seasons.

    Dimitri is genderless and uses exclusively they/them pronouns. They reside in the mortal realm in a sacred forest located on a remote island. This forest is rich with wildlife and plants of all kinds, some exclusively found there. There are gigantic trees and enormous plants, strange magic fruits and herbs but none of it is to be harvested by mortals without the resident deity's permission. Mortals aren't even allowed to set foot on the island unless they want a grand boon and even then they must bring a grand sacrifice in return. The smallest of these boons that can be requested are the unique fruits, herbs and vegetables that grow there to use as powerful magic potion ingredients that can restore fertility in soil and people. The biggest boon that can be asked for is one of the golden apples that grow on Dimitri's antlers. These fruits can heal any deadly disease and any injury that would be deadly. As long as the person who eats the fruit still has a sliver of life left they will make a full recovery. However Dimitri isn't keen on giving these fruits up willy nilly. Something of great value must be sacrificed to them. What that is im not sure.

    Dimitri is wary of mortals. They don't hate them or feel ill will against them but they don't fully trust them either. They can sense that some mortals are hurting nature in their greed for more riches and they aren't too fond of it. So they mostly just keep to themselves, rarely appearing or providing much boons. Though some respectful communities have been honored with their appearance at harvest festivals in their honor but even for those it's rare.

    Like other deities, Dimitri has access to spirits. They mostly use these spirits to watch the world for them and do most of the interaction with mortals.

    Dimitri is most worshipped by small village farmers, hunters and expecting and planning parents.

    The big cities have mostly forgotten about them...
    Back at it again with another sketchy deity illustration! Maybe this will become a series though no promises sorry (The second slide is the original design from 2019) This time it's Dimitri (name to be changed, I just dont know to what) Deity of Life, Nature/Wilderness, Fertility and Birth, Forests and Plains and Harvest. They are also in charge of the seasons. Dimitri is genderless and uses exclusively they/them pronouns. They reside in the mortal realm in a sacred forest located on a remote island. This forest is rich with wildlife and plants of all kinds, some exclusively found there. There are gigantic trees and enormous plants, strange magic fruits and herbs but none of it is to be harvested by mortals without the resident deity's permission. Mortals aren't even allowed to set foot on the island unless they want a grand boon and even then they must bring a grand sacrifice in return. The smallest of these boons that can be requested are the unique fruits, herbs and vegetables that grow there to use as powerful magic potion ingredients that can restore fertility in soil and people. The biggest boon that can be asked for is one of the golden apples that grow on Dimitri's antlers. These fruits can heal any deadly disease and any injury that would be deadly. As long as the person who eats the fruit still has a sliver of life left they will make a full recovery. However Dimitri isn't keen on giving these fruits up willy nilly. Something of great value must be sacrificed to them. What that is im not sure. Dimitri is wary of mortals. They don't hate them or feel ill will against them but they don't fully trust them either. They can sense that some mortals are hurting nature in their greed for more riches and they aren't too fond of it. So they mostly just keep to themselves, rarely appearing or providing much boons. Though some respectful communities have been honored with their appearance at harvest festivals in their honor but even for those it's rare. Like other deities, Dimitri has access to spirits. They mostly use these spirits to watch the world for them and do most of the interaction with mortals. Dimitri is most worshipped by small village farmers, hunters and expecting and planning parents. The big cities have mostly forgotten about them...
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  • Continuing my Long Rest/Recovery with some loose play/experimenting in my sketchbook

    Pink sticky note tab, micron, India ink, alcohol marker, acrylic marker
    Continuing my Long Rest/Recovery with some loose play/experimenting in my sketchbook Pink sticky note tab, micron, India ink, alcohol marker, acrylic marker
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  • Had this happen to me yesterday, BUT I recovered it :>
    Had this happen to me yesterday, BUT I recovered it :>
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  • _It is said that when Ragnarok comes, the serpent who spans the length and breadth of the world shall awaken from his oceanic slumber to poison all life, while his sibling the wolf devours night and day to plunge existence into a ceaseless din from which few will ever recover. Only the deaths of these beings, and those who follow them in the conflagration, are said to end Ragnarok to start the world anew..._

    This is Starbo's brother, to fit nicely for her Fenris role. As for why he has arms and legs? So he can grip the world easier when the din does indeed happen.
    _It is said that when Ragnarok comes, the serpent who spans the length and breadth of the world shall awaken from his oceanic slumber to poison all life, while his sibling the wolf devours night and day to plunge existence into a ceaseless din from which few will ever recover. Only the deaths of these beings, and those who follow them in the conflagration, are said to end Ragnarok to start the world anew..._ This is Starbo's brother, to fit nicely for her Fenris role. As for why he has arms and legs? So he can grip the world easier when the din does indeed happen.
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  • Seems I recovered after corona, trying to organise my socials. Here the recent Transformers commission, I wanted to share week ago. Watercolour, gouache, markers.
    Seems I recovered after corona, trying to organise my socials. Here the recent Transformers commission, I wanted to share week ago. Watercolour, gouache, markers.
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