because rue won’t stop whining begging for some more hoperai on her dash. :’l

for peach’s birthday <3
korra and her character ishtar. 

quick sketch and copic ink on the train/ferry/bus. =v=

uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i finissshhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeed ;_________;

so much photoshopping bullshitting yayyy

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cleaning up the tattoos so they don’t warble..

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anoguabuoibau i’m touching up her model in maya once more before i detail her and do another color pass NNNGGG— Q__Q

brb dying

SOON.

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cookwithanaxe:

clairelightningfarron:

cookwithanaxe:

vah-nille:

warriorofdestruction:

“Hmm?”

“O-oh my, Lightning..”

(( Shinjiro-mun approves of this image. ))

((I think we all do… ))

(( Now I’m tempted to spam semi-nude Lightning images when I’m out of physics.))

….. oh.
/dying 

reasons i forget to go home #314684.

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…… uh.

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for rydiamist <3

another one from early 2006……….. i have no idea how the fuck i did this with a mouse.

oh my god this stuff is so old. back from january 2006..? dug it up from my dA, i think this was inspired by a vector artist i can’t find anymore. i was going to do a remake but i haven’t had the time, so here’s a more prominent reminder to myself. 8’D

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“Hair” is a place-holder. My computer was running too slowly to finish modeling the actual feathers, and I had 2 hours before the deadline to do this. 8’) HERE YOU GO ERIN LMAO.

I do enjoy her tushy.

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Humming white blotted out the surroundings, spots of black painted in at uncalculated corners. Light as air, limbs moved slow like lead; how cumbersome. Strange noises filled the air, distant and muffled.

Focus.

Limbs fell numbly to their origin, colors now streaking through the white as the head was lolled back and forth. Motor skills were lacking, tongue parched as it moved without feeling against cracked lips. Eyelids fluttered shut, the will to open them fading away along with the over-stimulating whiteness.

Where are you?

Pure strength of mind forced skin to peel back from cerulean blue, the eyes uncrossing as they tried once more to regain understanding. A thump clambered through the room, an absentminded afterthought linking it to the arm flailing about as the body tried to lift itself. There was a weight being applied, and things were getting farther away again.

No!

Lack of sensation, no feelings as strong arms came into view—your arms—swatting away the white hands with sharp objects and strange vials, throwing someone to the ground while the world was righted. Everything seemed to be unbalanced, toppling sideways, until—

Get up.

There was no indication of where the blood was coming from until a cough evacuated more from a raw throat. A choked noise was emitted, the floor being placed beneath two unsteady feet as the room came into view again. One of the people in white was clutching at their shoulder, red spilling from around the sharp tool they had held close to the wrong person. A shaky footstep and the body moved forward, albeit unsteadily.

Who are you?

Excerpt from “Lightning est Heim.”
I really liked this idea, and felt like doodling a warped perspective from it. :’)

Oh I also wanted to post something awesome for my 2,000’th post, but I guess I messed up and missed it. Q__Q