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Been working on Lethal Company Models for some animation I got planned and I've made lil' doodles with them. Still have a lot more to go

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Been working on Lethal Company Models for some animation I got planned and I've made lil' doodles with them. Still have a lot more to go

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Lethal Company : 'Escaping' a Mimic, a Minecraft Originated Art Piece

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Erm.. He's right behind us isn't h-

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[Secret Life Spoilers] Long Life The King - It's like that one movie

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Secret Life - The World Between the Health Bar

Something about it was cool to me and I wanted to make art of it before the next episode

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Secret Life - Grian and Etho's latest video, had some fun making it with the new Mine-imator features and new things I learned

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Valorant ACE! I don't even play Chamber, I just remember him beating everyone before his nerfing

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Valorant If I get a chance to knife I must succeed, or live in disappointment

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Decided to make some Valorant art based on the recent-ish dialogue based on Fade, Cypher, and Omen

I also made a version with a background quickly so you can have that as well

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Hey! I don't usually do this but I just made a youtube channel with my friends and I finished editing our first video which ended up being Phasmophobia, I tried my god damn hardest to only put the funniest shit in, so if you ever want to one day, watch this 42 minute video when you want. Much appreciated if you do!

*If you saw the first notification of this post, you didn't, I forgot to save the link

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I fucked around and made thing

Created by Me: "The Gateway of Sand"

With torn hands they spin their arms around themselves, bound in a rotation between each other, friction unbeatable as grains of sand come out of the in between of the air. Wind builds up quickly uncontrollably, their fingers losing contact and feel as the rotation only casts forward. Their skin being damaged by their leather gloves scraping the weak cover they have. Their hood flailing in the midst of the strength. Their high boots grow weak, less pressure pressed against the wood ground.

Paintings on the walls tear, the fabric ripping from its center. All memories on the walls of unnamed faces being shredded to pieces. A pot of coreopsis blowing from the sudden wind, the stem crippling from the strength, the fluid deep within them drying and decaying the pedals of the head, falling onto the dresser, the gold handles of it scratching from the flying sand, several small engravings damaging the shine. The jar of glowing insects dimming and turning the room into a dark empty space.

Space is grabbed, jerked from the inbetweens and yanked out of the covers of the walls that make up the world. A gold pocket watch, held on a gloved hand, the lengthy chain falling off and swinging from the wind that slowly blows away into its calm temper. The cover is flipped open, the hinges nearly coming apart from age and weathering.

The glass between the tick and a finger is shattered, their nail impaling the fragile material releasing a glow of yellow light, oozing without the hope of gravity to seal the crack between the sides. A line of gold coloring patched in front of them.

Their fingers reach inside, dipped into the sliver of the patch, hanging onto both sides from the tip to the low. Their fingers squeeze into their palm as they pull their hands apart, the tear letting sand out into the world, the fresh tan color falling out of the seep as the wind picks up, sand gushing out without a foreseen end.

Through the bloom of the other side stands a valley, no sky, a sandy ravine of collapsed towers made of yellow stone, no sign of life at any glance. Sand pushes forward like waves in an ocean. And the sound of blaring wind whistles through the shattered valley that continues foreseeably.

They step over the edge of the tear, taking a step in the sand where one has never stepped in before. They turn around and look into where she once stood, turning back to face the sand before her. The tear in the world that links one to several closing up from the edges to the center, the gate between the realm of all taking its end.

And in, she steps, The Barrens.

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I don't know how you can not main characters in Valorant, I got one for every class

- art made by me

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I made a minecraft skin for valentines day! I made a drawing to showcase some things I can't really fit on the minecraft skin. They are the Empress of love, but suck so horribly at it that you'd be better off not asking the aro-ace for tips.

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I don't usually play Don't Starve Together but when I do I always play as Wendy

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With lack of knowledge of the blender program I made art using it by not using my own models and instead using Valorant characters! I have not ONCE tried blender out and these are some of the better things I made out of the 10 total, and the minecraft photo is there for reasons you might be able to tell. Blenders fun and I hope to keep using it

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Focused on posing and and a bit of lighting. Do you know the characters? No they're OCs of mine.