#Winged OC

[cracklewink]

some sketches of my guy

[find-your-wings]

A rare moment of [gay] respite for these two - even if Valain is much more nervous flying than his pride will let him admit.

It's alright though, Vee's got him.~

[mintybleh]

Draw the OC above art I did for meadow cryptid 🩷

Aurelia is such a cute character, I mean it can't get better than a pink unicorn tiefling with wings!! the wings helped so much with the framing, I didn't want them to just stand there-

I'm not very satisfied with the colours BUT, learning and all that

+speedpaint, a zoop and my lineart fdhghbdfhb

[alien-queen77]

Nevan is back!!! I’m gonna start piecing together the collab art now that I finalized his look for the piece.

Can you tell what the moon phase was when I started this?

Please feel free to like, comment, and share (with credit of course ☺️)

[alloru]

here's the finished sona reference I did for artfight!!

as you can probably tell from the bright colours, I was in a great mood when I made this! I actively enjoyed the shading stage as well, which is pretty rare!! c:

fun fact: this was also really helpful for figuring out my blog's exact colour scheme! I knew I liked the blueish purple and orangey yellow combination, but now I know the exact hex codes hehe

have an inspired next 24 hours and remember to stretch your arm and wrist when drawing!

[interstella-eyes]

Artfight revenge of Prince Ponder for @lol-a-k

And an attack of Disco Biscuitz for @rayvvens !

And thank you so much for another attack on my oc Obsidian by Kittypetro !!

[sirsunnysides]

Hyperia looks so good. The ride is super cool, I'm so glad she's finally here

[betterlucknexttime0]

ArtFight Defenses

AKA SOMEONE MADE ART OF MY OCS!!

SOMEONE DREW MY SPIDERSONA!!!

Oh my gosh I love it so much!

Art made by devilhorns on ArtFight

[yukiblob]

Vasilios and Theodora updated refs

Erm I’m making another romantic piece with these two 🚶🏾‍♂️

[seashoreships]

HELLO SEASHORESHIPS NATION!! OC CONTENT

[diamondintheroughcrk]

[canon] New oc of mine!!! Cal killed him :)

[moth-bitez]

Hello Tumblr people <<33

I've got a new OC piece to share 👁️👁️ and you guys get early access before I post it on my Instagram

I've been a little art blocked lately so it's been hard for me to draw my OCs

I think I'm finally back on track though!! I've missed these two and it feels like forever since I've made a finished drawing of them.

The last piece I made of them was back in October 💀

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whumpril Day 11: Can't Sleep

CW: wing whump, magic whump, captivity, drugging mention

Shut in the witch’s cellar, Oryn lies awake on his pallet, surrounded by the choking, sickly-sweet scent of old magic. It makes his eyes water and his nose sting slightly. And, somehow, it makes him miss the circus. Though he stayed only a couple of days before the witch bought him, though they drugged him and treated him roughly, at least he had a clean bed and fresh air.

Then he rolls onto his side, and the rope fastened around his ankle tightens, and his bound wings crunch painfully under him.

The flame of the single candle next to him wavers in his vision, and a face swims into his mind. The other boy whose gaze he’d caught as he was forced to his knees when Griffin had first acquired him. The boy with white hair and red eyes. Immortal, he’d heard. The Immortal Resurrecting Boy. The boy that everyone had come to see. That could have been Oryn, with his ethereal, iridescent wings and near-white skin.

But instead, Oryn is trapped here, alone, with only a candle and leaping shadows for company.

Something thumps in the dark. A footstep. Then another. His heart skips a beat and starts to race. Maybe the witch is coming to check on him. He glances at the rope on his ankle, tethering him to a wooden pole, as if that will protect him. Another footstep, clumsy-sounding and hollow. Oryn holds his breath.

The smell of magic changes and grows stronger, morphing from sickly sweet to light and dreamy, like lavender and vanilla. He finds he can’t look away from the flickering candle, transfixed by its dancing, rhythmic movement. Dimly, he hears the footsteps grow louder and closer, but as much as he wants to look, he can’t tear his eyes away from the flame and dancing shadows.

No, stop, cries a small voice in the back of his mind. It’s a spell, you’re under a spell, you can’t let it take you…

Something touches his shoulder. He doesn’t jump. He can’t.

“Sleep now,” comes a gentle but strangely wooden voice. “You need to sleep, before it’s too late.”

As Oryn succumbs to the magic and slips into a deep, dreamless sleep, he sees someone. A girl, bending over him, the hem of her ragged dress brushing the tips of his bound wings.

A girl with the face of an expressionless doll.

[asevre]

I know nobody on tumblr cares about oc art but here are my boys

[alloru]

I have managed to finish this wip at last!!

this one has taken countless hours off of my life time to get done, but I am very proud of myself for pulling through in the end! it appears there won't be another piece of art joining my endless collection of unfinished sketches after all :D

I experimented with a somewhat unconventional colour scheme for this drawing (at least unconventional for my standards), since I rarely work with cyan unless I'm drawing hatsune miku, the queen of turquoise herself!

by the way, you do not want to know how many attempts it took for tumblr to upload this artwork. it was a 15-minute struggle just to get the finished piece into the draft TvT

have an amazing next 24 hours everyone and stay hydrated!!

[elguritch-art]

Durarath Deities - Primal Forms

A bit of a deviation from our previous Elden Ring content, some design work for a personal worldbuilding project!

In Order of Images:

Eyaer, the Sky (He/Him) Hague, the Earth (He/Him) Vágr, the Sea (He/Him)

More info + closeups below:

The Deities of Durarath are beings of the world elements themselves given physical form, Sky, Earth, and Ocean.

For the most part, they maintain a smaller, humanoid form for engaging with mortals or daily affairs, but in their nature is the raw, untamed, fury of the elements in its' purest forms.

When emotions run rampant, or they are forced into a position of war, they may unconsciously, or consciously, enter what is known as their "Primal Form", this being their unbridled power of their element unleashed.

These forms as depicted above are mere approximations of their features, as their true Primal Forms nature becomes something bordering on unfathomable.

Eyaer, the Sky, for example, becomes the wind around one's body, the clouds overhead, the lightning in the distance, the voice of thunder, every bird and wing-beat, the breath in one's lungs, all at once, but separate. Both wielding six wings that reach across the horizon and can be perceived by mortal eyes, but at the same time melding into the clouds and air.

The Primal Forms are not meant to be beheld by Mortals, often causing extreme emotional and mental duress when seen from their quasi-manifestations of their nature.

Mortals can often recall elements of these forms, Hague's burning hair, Eyaer's beaked helmeted face, Vágr's black serpent body, but often their recreations in art and tales pale in compare to truly existing in the presence of a Primal deity.

For Eyaer and Vágr, these forms were used during the God's War, against each other, but upon reaching a resolution, both swore never to embody their forms again for the destruction it would cause the Mortals. Hague himself has never entered his Primal form, slow to anger, the most placid of the deities, his emotions have never ran high enough to invoke it.