OC-tober Day 11 - In a different time period:

"I've always thought I would have thrived in the age of the sky pirates! My own flying ship, sailing through the clouds... Setting a course for anywhere and everywhere."

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Cumulonimbus

Relaxation painting of two of my OCs, Risette and Blakeleigh, and clouds.

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To be flying through the clouds. Instead of making my way to work.
What a thought

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Our bones may be scarred and dying pieces of us may be scattered across the skies, but I know we've penetrated each other's thoughts in such a way that the earth will remain stained with light's blood below the murderous charcoal clouds.

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Serving some nice Cumulus Congestus clouds.

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I’m constantly taking pictures of trees and clouds. I used some of those references here loosely. The process video of this is over on my ig. The digital painting has been loaded to my redbubble

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Hey everyone, I go by Tekka. Big fan of the capcom artists, yoshitaka amano, and bernini. I mostly like drawing(read: attempting to draw) dynamic figures, but lately I've been into painting clouds.

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Friendly reminder that she can see everything from above the clouds.
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Recordatorio amigable de que ella puede ver todo desde las nubes.

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Inspiration in the clouds. Sometimes I have the most creative and best ideas flying through the clouds all across the nighttime skies . Love this debut pb of

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More clouds. Whats your process for painting clouds? Interested in seeing how others tackle them

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Day 1: Dragon
Dracoal & Fumagon
Types: Dragon/Fire

"They expel a dangerous amount of smoke from their body to attack or defend, covering themselves. Their left eye allow them to see through the darkest of clouds."

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Finished another commission! This was a big one~ A DnD group of adventurers and their god tier DM in the clouds. C:

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Sounds like somepony's got her head in the clouds...

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Evening Clouds.

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By Max Cole
https://t.co/CiHSgPLvmb

“Sunset encroached upon daylight like a powder burst from the mouth of a crimson cannon—orange and gold ribbons shot forth to wage a battle against the clouds. The western horizon was obscured by a glow like a living thing.”
― Marsha Ward

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