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drachenmagier:Just some b/w works~. Know this feeling when a very specific and tiny detail turned oudrachenmagier:Just some b/w works~. Know this feeling when a very specific and tiny detail turned oudrachenmagier:Just some b/w works~. Know this feeling when a very specific and tiny detail turned oudrachenmagier:Just some b/w works~. Know this feeling when a very specific and tiny detail turned ou

drachenmagier:

Just some b/w works~. Know this feeling when a very specific and tiny detail turned out perfect, and you’re just really proud of yourself for having achieved that effect~?


That’s a nice feeling. <3


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Night Lizard

The background was quite a chore to make as I didn’t had any good idea for it. Despite this I’m happy how it turned out.

Carrier of the Pearl

I actually start to really like doing art like this

Wyrm

Wanted to something Dark Souls like and I also wanted to do more black and white stuff, since I almost never just keep things colourless

So, please enjoy!

This October I have been working on a series of marine skeletons! Here are the ones I’ve done so far:

A Harbour Seal:

A Stingray:

And a Seahorse:

Stickers are coming to my Etsy shop soon!

Quark and f!Odo unwinding at home in 1940s America. This concept comes from this fic.

Justice will prevail! …Just kidding. *boop*

Chai Xianghua and Liang Lingyu, drawn for Little Black Dress exchange.

Some Personal Work

Some Personal Work


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“In the middle of the wall hung a painting of a beautiful lady, young and happy, but dressed as in o“In the middle of the wall hung a painting of a beautiful lady, young and happy, but dressed as in o“In the middle of the wall hung a painting of a beautiful lady, young and happy, but dressed as in o

“In the middle of the wall hung a painting of a beautiful lady, young and happy, but dressed as in olden times, with clothes that stood out stiffly, and with powdered hair. She neither said, “Thanks!” nor “Creak!” but just looked with mild eyes at the little boy. He promptly asked, “Where did she come from?”

“From the secondhand dealer down the street,” said the old man, “where there are so many pictures. No one knows or cares anything about them, for all the people are buried. That lady has been dead and gone these fifty years, but I knew her in the old days.”

In a glass frame beneath the portrait there hung a bouquet of withered flowers; they, too, must have been fifty years old-at least they looked it.

The pendulum of the great clock slowly swung to and fro, and the hands slowly turned, and everything in the room slowly became still older, but they didn’t notice it.”

H. C. Andersen, The Old House

/you can see all illustrations there/


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