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wip of azarel in his uriel suit (with the wrong eye damaged)
scroll down into setting and find sharing and reuse
image of drifter's new blackwork gneissic ink from the right side. it shows blackwork ink on the back side of the face and covers the ear.
image of oc (kain and alexis) just doing shit
screenshot from reddit of someone asking about dark mode. second reddit user replies with WINDOW > WINDOW COLOR > LIGHT / DARK
text on image reads as: Then there was another with two statues. He heard someone denote them as “the lovers reunited.” One of the statues was clean. It stood a man with long curly hair, adorned in furs and jewels. He stood outward, head down to curl towards the other, a hidden smile tucked away in shadow, his arm extended and a couple fingers missing on that hand. The other was dirty, but not filthy, as if they were in the middle of scrubbing away the old moss and dirty that once covered it.
image of oc alexis and his twin sister evan in their pseudo god forms.
image of the golden angel, sanguinius with his wings extended and a scribbled version of his down behind him.
Leone’s hands know violence, of course they do. Before they knew discipline, they knew fights and ugly brawls in the middle of the village and old clubs held in the belly of dirty bars and inns. They knew blood, bones, and torn flesh as well as they knew love and gentleness. And here? Here he couldn’t piece together why he hated the sight of that wounded fox. He couldn’t understand why the sight of him hurt him too. “You need not listen to me, O’ Lord.” He whispers, cradling that fox’s head, “but guard this light not with purity, but with violence. Let him recoil at no sin and flinch at no horror, for he has seen the worst in me. If the gloom creeps close, let it take me rather than scour me clean. Breathe life within this corpse, at the cost of mine.”
reaction image of dog staring at another dog and the opposite dog is worriedly side eyeing the intense dog.
screenshot of quincy isaacs with a strange face mesh happening idk he's shiny-er than normal.
zoom in from the post that shows a white dot on the head of the oc
image of main wol, draco
image of rain with his eyes closed
ai settings found in the main settings area.
screenshot of destiny 2 warlock guardian in all white without their helmet.
image of dragon oc with his eventual possible dragon???
image of oc with older scars in a lyndecker style
screenshot of the new universal ornament showing the warlock in a pair of shorts
screenshot of artfight submit form for credit to artist who created your posted oc.
screenshot of sephiroth.
image of rain leaning against a wall staring off camera.
image of amaro ray from the current gundam game trailer
image of oc overstimulated and possibly crying at his art easel.
two men sit in the grass looking at each other
image of two wanderers in holy matrimony
screenshot from where winds meet's marriage/partnership screen
image of bardock from dragon ball holding a gun and yelling
image of their noir detective oc, pamitha, smoking and standing before a window where it is raining outside. there are tentacles crawling into the scene to indicate eldritch shenanigans.
image reads: arcite: tell her "you have beautiful eyes." shaxx: GREAT IDEA.
screenshot from destiny 1 of a group of guardians dancing
screenshot of a moonrock. the subtext reads: "a cool rock - archie's gift. archie found this sitting next to a wizard's crown while exploring around the hellmouth. he thought it was cool. this item has no use and can be safely dismantled... though archie might be sad."
image of lord shaxx standing with his hands on his hips that holds subtext reading: TITAN, WARLORD, HUSBAND. HE HAS MANY TITLES, BUT YOU CAN CALL HIM SHAXX.
image of the end of final shape showing two guardians sitting before the traveller.
screenshot of the guardian (charlii) loading into leviathan for the very first time.
image of the warlock guardian, charlii, showcasing her skill as a stormcaller wearing a rendition of the warframe, wisp's, deluxe outfit.
image of text chat in destiny 2 that reads "who's cutting onions" "my bad"
wip of object head oc
screenshot from the helldivers warbond trailer between them and warhammer 40k.
image of rover from wuthering waves
IMAGE OF EDDIE GURRERO WRAPPED IN A BLANKET LOOKING DISTRESSED
image of draco from arr with beginner dragoon armor and a sharper, skinnier ponytail with facepaint.
image of destiny 2's drifter blowing into a party horn and wearing a party hat
about me warframe grid. requests information on the player's favorites and dislikes.
messy sketch of a draw your oc trend featuring moren in a partial sin skin from diablo 4.
“Heard you got hit by a car.” There’s clatter behind him. The reflection in the mirror shows another set of armor, blue this one is, falling to the floor. Soon, Gabriel sees a man step into frame, his back turned as he shimmies off the rest of his armor with a hop. “You’d think you’d cut that out after the third time.” “I wasn’t hit,” the commender scoffs a little laugh. “More like thrown out and dragged behind it. Had to kick off my boot in order to roll to safety.” “I thought it was just a regular arrest?” And Gabriel looks back stiffly, brows knitted and lips pressed, “Not in my life is anything regular. Aria asked for me to step in as muscle then it ended like a kids cartoon of three gangs all rolling in and me somehow behind a car.” “I don’t think kids cartoons end like that.” “The retro ones do.”
image of a worried pikachu
art of swtor oc sitting in low light with legs spread, looking into the camera
screenshot of xiv lalafel. his name is milk-dud.
image is a snippet of current project which reads: “Makay—” It feels as if a hand wraps around his throat. He coughs—once, twice—wet and heavy. His body jolts, that sudden pain enveloping his being once more, crawling and twisting up his spine to pull him to his knees. He’s coughing again, unable to breathe now, his stomach lurching with every wet heave, bringing dripping strands of red saliva to his lips. The knight gags, feeling coats of phlegm and wax at his tongue, only to spit out chunks of blood thickened with snot, yet that feeling of wax stays. So, he reaches; the metal tips of his gloved fingers plucking at that sensation to pull free a few little red petals. Makaylis kneels before the knight, plucking the wet petals from the man’s fingers and without a moment of consideration, he’s placed them into his own mouth and swallows.
screenshot of the stats so far. word count is 6389 with a reading time of a half an hour so far.
image of arthur nightingale, from warframe, on a fall hollovania background sitting on his atomicycle with his arms crossed.
image of the guardian bookmarks going hunter > warlock > titan.
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