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With Quinn. Darius seems happy... #LeagueOfLegends #ArtofLegends #darius #quinn
Nobody ever remembers Kwinn. He doesn’t get enough love. That must make Snake-Eyes sad.
Don't Summon the Djinn. Never! ⚠️🤚
#characterart #conceptart during nationwide #lockdownindia . #digitalart #HorrorArt #Magic #creaturedesign
Acabo de dar con uno de mis dibujos antiguos, una Harley Quinn. Aún estaba en mi fase manga más hard y no había encontrado mi estilo. Casi lloro con lo feote que es y los fallos que tiene.
El otro es uno de los recientes, un OC para un rol. También tiene fallos, pero me gusta 🥰
The rare FoxFinn. This is weird. I’m ok with it. #illustration @Procreate
@Ortensiabot ...Well, suspicious little girl, the name's Saber, the Uncle of Cú Chulainn.
I take it you've been treatin' him like the decorated man o' war he is?
[Yep, she's suspicious. He responds to her dead-eyed curiosity with a stony gaze of his own.]
It's #PortfolioDay again already!! Hi everyone- I'm Elliott! I'm an illustrator who loves to draw houses, plants, & spooky boys! My online shop is open during these hard times, with my first prints ever!
🌿SHOP/WEBSITE: https://t.co/HRR6xtrccN
🌿CONTACT: elliott.grinn@gmail.com
It's #PortfolioDay !
Hey I'm Finn. I work on commissions, character design and am trying to branch out into charms!
Insta : https://t.co/Ur1trmmDzr
Tumblr : https://t.co/772nqHbU2i
Literally the cutest oc I'll ever have is my boy Finn. Look at him he's so sweet looking.
Ahh, a baby.
Some updated refs for my smol/strong vessel boi Pinn.
Head cannon:
This vessel's true strength is trapt within it's fragile body... it contains a wraith a violent void entity that consumes soul in order to maintain strength...
#TBT 🎵 I got no time for the corner boys, Down in the street making all that noise, Or the girls out on the avenue, Cause tonight I want to be with you ~ Jersey Girl (Waits/Springsteen) Here's a different Jersey Girl by Chris Wrinn. #uppstartart #artcollector #originalart
Ob’s stürmt oder schneit,
Ob die Sonne uns lacht,
Der Tag glühend heiß
Oder eiskalt die Nacht,
Bestaubt sind die Gesichter,
Doch froh ist unser Sinn,
Ist unser Sinn.
Es braust unser Panzer
Im Sturmwind dahin.
Es braust unser Panzer
Im Sturmwind dahin.