#vanyue

[y0kaiyokai]

Say hi to Vanyu, my air genasi. his hair is mist :3

[displacedarchon]

I very last minute (yesterday) got an idea for what sort of "splash art" I should do for the final ARR chapter of Side Quest. Which will be posted later today! It doesn't feature *everyone* who I created for SQ, or NPC's that've been given an earlier/bigger role, just. Y'know. Certain ones that'll be good to keep an eye on long term (villain wise), and of course, all the Warriors of Light +1 energetic daughter who has just been saved by the one in the middle. Thanatos, Hypnos, Charon: (The Viera, Au Ra and Elezen). Lesser Ascians who are totally doing everything they can for Zodiark. Vanyus lux (currently doesn't have a last name, top), Cassian tol Sulla, (bottom). Morella van Cerberus, Himi/ Una goe Aelius Clockwise: Resin Toussaint, Tamru, X'shiemma Vanet, X'vanet Nunh.

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After my googly eyes piece, I searched around to see if anyone had done anything similar and i stumbled across a Bulgarian artist named Vanyu Krastev. He uses googly eyes to create art out of inanimate objects . They made me laugh in the same why my painting did, they have a humorous quality about them that I couldn't ignore and I had to mention them here. Also they are intersting beacuse of his abilty to see the world differently and to be able to create faces from the nature and manmade world.

What is Eyebombing

Eyebombing is a street art in which small plastic eyes are glued to an inanimate object. The idea is to skillfully give it the appearance of a living being. The aim is to humanize (humanize) the streets and the environment, which will give a sunny and warm emotion to passers-by.

[onesingle-shard]

Vanyu, my gelf child.

Reposting her bc of the sudden news, just want to continue on loving this amazing show :)

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Someone In Bulgaria Puts Googly Eyes On Broken Street Objects To ‘Fix’ Them

Someone In Bulgaria Puts Googly Eyes On Broken Street Objects To ‘Fix’ Them

A couple months back we’ve introduced you to the art of “eyebombing,” otherwise known as sticking googly eyes on basically anything you can find in order to make people smile.

Well, the trend has now reached Bulgaria thanks to a street artist called Vanyu Krastev, and as you can see from his “eye-catching” work, he certainly has an “eye” for the perfect eyebomb! From trees and lamp posts to trash…

[talesofdrunkennessandcruelty]

Someone In Bulgaria Is Putting Googly Eyes On Broken Street Objects, And It’s Even Better Than Fixing Things

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dremora names from tes

Akah Akame Akatari Akenas Akvrote Amkah Amkata Angas Angog Angogas Angogur Anha Anhae Anharg Anhas Anhaz Aruit Arunaa Arunaz Arurth Arus Arusata Aruzu Atriaa Atrra Baide Bara Bata Batarg Bathel Batii Batir Blagog Blakh Blakhet Bogas Brosha Broshaz Brota Brothaz Brothed Brozu Clota Coda Codan Dekaosh Dekata Dekats Demoraz Demord Dezai Dezanth Dezel Dezet Dhra Dhras Diamys Dogatai Dogtrrb Dogur Dosha Doshae Dota Dotazzt Doth Dothute Dregats Drel Drexata Drexev Drog Drogas Drogtri Drota Droth Droz Druis Drulsh Drun Druraz Drurth Drus Druz Elind Elit Elivlof Enzero Enzil Enziraz Ephasha Ephaz Ephazz Ephra Ephrah Ephraz Erulaz Erun Erunasa Erusax Eruz Erzt Erzti Fema Femag Femago Femis Fesa Fesathe Fesatii Fesn Fessata Fira Firata Fire Fireizz Firexev Firhi Firhiaa Firhilo Firia Fosh Fotet Foth Fothet Gade Gadra Gadran Gadri Gatar Gataz Gatta Geloran Gnia Gniamys Gnias Gnila Gnilas Gnile Gnim Gregas Gregasa Gregata Gremis Grex Guissax Gykun Gykz Hadra Hadrah Hivlof Hivlos Ifre Ifregas Ifrema Ifria Ifris Ifrit Illia Illiaa Illias Imala Iolark Issa Issath Issax Issos Jabra Jabrah Jane Janeero Jante Jeraz Jerbwd Jeris Jerme Kalas Kalath Kale Kaluz Kata Katar Kehk Khata Khats Kixamet Kixas Kixataz Kixatii Kixats Kmolak Kmora Kmorsa Kota Kotev Koth Kothi Krah Krra Krrah Krrbwd Krrunaa Kvora Kvorm Kvota Kvoth Kynas Kynufax Lanyu Legas Lirah Liran Liraz Lirex Lirhin Liris Lora Lork Lyris Lyrk Lyrkyu Makh Makhoth Makil Mante Mara Marik Marra Mata Matii Methias Mira Mirhik Mirhikh Miriaa Mora Moraz Mord Morel Mori Morm Mormeer Morruz Nacar Nacara Nacarim Nammag Nokend Nokvion Nora Norotet Oblias Obline Ofasa Ofash Ofaxu Ofephaz Olaria Olorm Olos Oolofas Oolos Oolsh Orrasa Orrb Orruz Orrztii Orth Orthik Orthind Orthxu Osatan Osatar Osax Pynaz Pynd Pynds Pynvas Rata Rayl Raylago Raylark Raylasa Raylate Raynds Reivora Reiz Reizzed Reizzet Rykezet Ryna Rynaa Rynas Rynaz Ryngo Rynil Rynufax Saide Scre Scregas Screiz Screle Scremis Screx Sehk Sehtkyu Sera Serb Serbwd Shynazz Shyngog Shyniaa Skora Skorik Skorm Skorsax Skri Skria Skriasa Skrig Skrim Skynaz Skyngas Skynvas Skyu Storati Sulara Sularg Sulax Sulaxu Sulaz Sulshaz Sume Sumesn Sumet Tacarg Tache Tasax Telar Teledra Telehk Tepayl Tephaz Tephind Thind Tuzai Tuzan Tuzu Tuzun Ukatane Ukats Uldunaz Uluz Uluzaz Uluzu Uras Uraz Vaed Vaedraz Vaer Vaezan Vaezaz Vamma Vamys Vamysis Vamysit Vanched Vanth Vanyus Velak Velax Velia Velinds Velit Velm Velo Vena Venas Vend Vends Vera Verah Verosh Verotaz Vesakho Vesn Vessa Vessax Vessit Vikhe Vikho Viksaxu Vind Vine Vololax Vonsh Vrel Vrema Vrexasa Vyrowin Xala Xalarg Xale Xalezai Xaluz Xalxord Xarg Xarit Xarrb Xigir Xigiran Xykkah Xykkale Xykz Xynilaz Xynim Xyris Xyroz Ykaezaz Ykaos Ykaosh Ykarim Ykathi Zavakho Zavakta Zavas Zavayl Zavayna Zenai Zenas Zenash Zenaz Zend Zenkyus Zexam Zexasa Zexath Zexev Zylath Zyrif Zyzai Zyzaz Zzed Zzel Zzerb

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Artist: Vanyu Krastev

Link: https://www.behance.net/vanyu_krastev

[gemma-geiger]

Vanyu Krastev

Vanyu Krastev was one of the artists that I had researched after I started my art practice ‘Identity’. Finding an artist that is relatable through the use of googly eyes wasn’t difficult as it is a fairly easy Art piece to put together, although the concept of this type of work changes many peoples view on it. With Vanyu’s work he had used different faulty objects to create the googly-eyed art. In his work this has brought the pieces to life, which corresponds with my own project within this. Adding the googly-eyes does bring the objects to life and how I had explained it was similar to giving them an identity. Vanyu wrote: ‘The goal is to humiliate the streets and the environment to give sunny and warm emotions to the passing people’. These artworks are very humorous and make me smile, although it has been referred to as childlike, these artworks always brighten everything up. Giving the artworks a deep meaning of bringing them to life brings out the best humor and also allows our imaginations to roam free. As everyone has their own identity, they also have different imaginations which creates unlimited access to make this art anything you want it to be. To be able to create this type of artwork, all depends on your own perception and how inanimate objects (which can be anything) look without the googly eyes, because although it seems random and everything can be used there is method behind being able to capture the whole art piece, whether it is the angle or object it is being perceived from. A lot of the images of Vanyu Krastev’s have different effects on the imagination, after viewing these and seeing it being brought to life starts a thought process of could this be a character, if you imagine putting these into a video game, a short film and more! There is many possibilities that could result from this style of artwork. Depending on the object and the definitions on it, they can allow us to see different emotions. I feel that Vanyu Krastev has been an eye-opener for my work and the see someone succeed in an art practice that was part of my own experimentation and creating art outside of my comfort zone, it has helped the thought process of how I want to create art in the future.

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This Bulgarian Artist Eyebombs City’s Streets

Street artist Vanyu Krastev proves that even the most mundane things can be made more interesting with two googly eyes and a little bit of imagination. If you wish to liven up your city, you can get a bunch of googly eyes for a few bucks on Amazon. The post This Bulgarian Artist Eyebombs City's Streets first appeared on https://www.sadanduseless.com. Read the full article

[dear-yandere]

adhuc hominum.

tw. slightly nsfw, just ej being a creep. || word count. 1.2k

Eyeless Jack

You slept soundly in those pristine white duvets of yours, nary a worry in the world. All the windows and doors were locked shut, residents more than aware of the existence of an infamous, cannibalistic killer on the loose -- all but one. 

You. 

The entrances to your room were left absentmindedly unlocked, practically welcoming unwanted visitors inside your sanctuary. Long hours of cramming for an upcoming exam had resulted in hitting the soft comforters to quickly fall under sleep’s restful watch -- windows agape and door ajar.

Wrong move. 

It was as if the fates had conspired against you tonight -- or at least, your teachers.

Your window shifted open almost soundlessly thanks to deft, gloved fingers, enough for the unknown figure to climb through. If you weren’t out cold, you would’ve heard his nearly-inaudible entrance along with the crickets loudly chirping through the night. Rather, you simply shifted to your side, the sound of your sheets and pillow lightly creasing enough to pique the murderer’s attention -- you had yet to wake up, much to his relief. He’d hate to abduct you earlier than intended, or worse, dissect and kill you lest you squeal for help or alert authorities of his most recent whereabouts. 

Unlike his other victims, he couldn’t blame you in particular -- he would have done the same in your position. Alas, you were blissfully unaware of your secret admirer, even when he paid you weekly visits that became increasingly impatient nightly visits. Sometimes you made it easy on him and left your windows open like tonight, almost as if you were expecting him. The thought would have warmed his heart if he didn’t know any better.

An eyeless gaze locked onto your silhouette just lying there – taunting him. A smirk crawled onto his face like a persistent insect as his fingers fiddled with the trusty scalpel, dying to plunge it into fresh flesh and sate his hunger.

But he had to control himself. Not you, anyone but you -- there were plenty of other humans to feed on.

He took his sweet time running his gaze over your room, noting how much messier it seemed today. Clothes, dishes, and video games were scattered across the floor, countless stacks of open-yet-forgotten textbooks placed upon that small desk of yours. You’d been cramming. If only he could lend a hand -- he only wanted what’s best for you, after all.

Brushing his useless and pining thoughts aside, his gaze fell on your form again in an almost adoring manner, but a stray garment was enough to steal his attention -- pink panties, casually strewn atop your blanket as if to tease him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d assume you purposely left your lingerie out for his viewing pleasure.

Not that he was complaining. Were you sleeping without underwear? He was tempted to peel away your blankets and check -- to at least catch a glimpse of your body without having to hide in the shadows.

But that would only wake you earlier than expected.

He hesitated, fingers twitching around the freshly-sterilized scalpel before finally relaxing. Despite himself, those pink panties soon found themselves stuffed into a crevice of his ebony lab coat. A souvenir -- he deserved that much for not taking your organs and for protecting you from other factions, right?

He sighed, much preferring to kill you instead of awaiting the day someone might eventually hurt or take you from him. Death was better than living in such filthy world filled with monsters beyond your wildest imagination, monsters that could hardly agree amongst themselves. He was practically doing you a favor in his own twisted way. Musings on how he would end your life with his own hands -- feasting on those delectable kidneys invading his thoughts against his better wishes -- briefly crossed his mind. 

His thoughts had distracted him entirely, failing to notice the textbook jutting out from the corner of your desk. The tome fell once his hip brushed against it, haplessly tumbling over the side of your carrel and onto the floor, disrupting the tranquility of the night. He cursed under his breath, waiting for your eyes to snap open and for your lips to part with a scream. 

...

Nothing. 

You merely flinched in your rest -- nothing more, nothing less, before slow and steady breaths filled the room once again. If his heart still beat, it would be racing with both elation at the thought of ending your life and fear of having to take that very life in the first place. Lifting his leg once again, only this time does he actually make sure to not bump into anything else. It was unlike him to be so careless, his movements normally silent and swift, but you always had a trance-like effect on him. Luckily his mistake had not resulted in an untimely death. Cautiously eyeing your covered body, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, chuckling awfully low to himself considering how vulnerable you looked from his perspective. He could kill you at any moment, just like he could spare your life like he’s done countless nights now. 

Blissfully unaware, you were completely at his disposal.

With a toneless sigh, he sauntered over to your bedside and knelt, navy blue mask inches away from your beautifully ignorant face. He often felt jealousy well within him every time his ‘eyes’ landed on your mien, wishing his face was not nearly as grotesque -- wishing he was no longer a monster. Instead, his black attire and inky tears which hid the face even he didn’t want to look at easily blended into the darkness, like the monster he forced himself to be. Black-gloved fingers lifted the mask slightly, grey lips and sharp teeth visible amidst the darkness. His tongues slide across his bottom lip at the sight of a perfectly-fresh meal right before his eyes -- but he caught himself, reluctantly.

Not you, anyone but you, he reminded.

Chewing on his bottom lip, the disgusting yet fleshy appeal of his own skin enough to curb his appetite for a few minutes longer, he lifted his mask further, allowing himself an uncovered view of your beauty. If only you knew how the effect you had on him had saved your life countless times already.

He hadn’t meant to, knowing full well that he didn’t have any right to do so, but his fingers gently brushed over your cheek, relishing in the warmth his own body had relinquished long ago. Envy, lust -- love. He hardly understood these feelings despite once feeling these emotions untethered, a distant memory from decades ago.

In the brief moments he allowed himself to touch your skin without intent to steal or ravage, you made him feel alive, made him feel mortal, made him feel human again. You could never be food, at least not in good conscience; rather, your very existence was a lifeline, a reminder that he still had some ounce of humanity left within him.

As if in protest, he felt the thin tether of his restraint wane, signaling it was time to go. If only being with you, even if you were unaware, wasn’t so brief. If only it could last forever.

Noiselessly, he straightened himself, gaze never once leaving your body.

“I’ll take you with me soon, my love. Just wait a little longer…”

title meaning. human again || alt title. clean your room -- sincerely, ej.

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This Bulgarian Artist Eyebombs City’s Streets

Street artist Vanyu Krastev proves that even the most mundane things can be made more interesting with two googly eyes and a little bit of imagination. If you wish to liven up your city, you can get a bunch of googly eyes for a few bucks on Amazon. The post This Bulgarian Artist Eyebombs City's Streets first appeared on https://www.sadanduseless.com. Read the full article

[onesingle-shard]

Here is Vanyu, my sifan-spriton gelf baby.

Me? making a tumblr only for my dark crystal need? it´s more likely than you think

[escapekit]

Googly work

Bulgaria-based street artist Vanyu Krastev, has been creating "eye-catching" work lately on the streets of Bulgaria. The artist armed with googly eyes and a little bit of imagination has been transforming trees and lamp posts to trash cans and sidewalk stains into quirky faces. 

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