🏳️‍🌈 Redcloud vs The Dark Lord 💀 COMMISSIONS OPEN

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Native (Apache/Navajo) Gay. Lived in Japan for 6 years and *still* trying to readjust. Gamer, Artist, Animator, Streamer Twitch, YouTube, socials, portfolio, and Etsy Commissions after the link: redcloud16.carrd.com

FFXIV's Lyse
me at the gym, gettin a good pump in. chest and shoulders day. felt cute might delete later.
artwork of my OC The Dark Lord in his DJ Form; his normal necromancer robes replaced with black capris, a green hoody, headphones, and sneakers. On the right, he casts his dark magic beats to bop you into madness.
My WoL from a recent BlueSky wol qotd where we shared our characters inspirations. Rhivryn as my WoL in XIV is inspired by my OC of the same name in his own story, Capt America, Superman, Goku, Nick from Heartstopper, Prince Philip of Sleeping Beauty 1959, Link from LoZ:OoT, and Sailor Moon.
Kumhau, the Naakual of Frost of the Khamir Drifts in Ulbuka, Vana'diel
Carmila the Blood Knight. She has long raven black hair, the bangs are stylishly cut. She wears blood red plate mail, parts of which are made to look like human muscle tissue, while other parts are fashioned in the shape of bat heads. She wields a bloody spear. Her eyes are blood red, the irises a sinister yellow, the pupils beady and jet black. She's hunting you.
An unsolicited instagram message that can't be accessed in the browser, the only message displayed reads: "Use the instagram app on your mobile device to join this channel."
Me in front of My Fuji during the New Years vacation from school
several e-mails from Linked-In for roles I have been searching for for decades such as Storyboard Artist Apprenticeship and 2D Game Artist Internship
screenshot of a Voyager 2 Tracker software from some site; but I changed the viewing criteria to the James Webb Space Telescope in relation to Earth; it's quite far out beyond even the orbit of the Moon, maybe 3 or 4 times as far out! With an even huger Orbit?? That is *wild*.
Maleficent, Mistress of all Evil
Aerron knew the Witch couldn't use magic, not like he could. Her Spark had been sealed within her Contract with some demon, there was no way for her to conduct magic of life. Yet she strode over just the same, calm and confident. Did she know something he didn't? She took her knife and cut his forearm. He reflexively spasmed to cradle the wound as searing pain shot through his arm like a lightning bolt; but the restraints around his wrists and neck kept him from moving. He could feel the warm, somehow smooth, red blood flowing from the gash on his arm. Before it could spill off onto the cold stone floor, the Witch took it in her palm with an almost affectionate graze of his skin. He was left to bleed as she turned away, walking to the nearby table, bare but for a single parchment laying flat upon it. With her freed hand, she took her forefinger and dipped it into his fresh blood as if it was Ink, and she began to draw and to scribe. What on earth is she doing, he thought, aghast. After an eternity that was really only a minute or two; her work seemed complete. She flung the excess blood unceremoniously onto the floor, wiping her hand on Aerron's tunic that had been draped upon the back of the singular chair by the desk at some point. She threw the blood-stained rag nonchalantly across the room in a direction she didn't even look in. Then she produced something Aerron had thought he would never see, but had always morbidly hoped to one day: from a leather-bound cylinder at her waist (he had wrongly assumed was for water or something) came a crack of light as she removed the cap upon it. She pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment that glowed of it's own power somehow. Her Contract. Dumbstruck, Aerron could only look on in fascination, the wound on his arm forgotten but for the thrumming pain in tune with his heartbeat he could feel in his ears. He kept watching as she placed her glowing Contract vertically in the center of her strange spell, as though plant…
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