#Igna

[igna4400]

Gibes Dealer smooch

[waw1x]

The blondes!!!!!!

(Man, I'm in love with both of them)

The slay twins

[shrimpfriedeggs]

OCtober Day 7: Family

[thunderboltfire]

You’ve called for reinforcements and they’re all you’ve got, or first special counter-magic unit’s group photo. 

From left to right, top to bottom: Daen, Theria, Haart, Igna and Argo. Most of them have appeared in one form or another in my drawings, but I finally redesigned all of their gear and hopefully get some consistency, lol.

(ID: A digital drawing featuring a group photo of five characters placed on a white background - two are standing in the back, three are in the front row. In the front on the left side there’s a dwarven man with blonde hair and short beard, standing nonchalantly and scratching his brow with his middle finger. He’s looking to the side and smiling, holding a wooden pipe between his teeth. He’s wearing lamellar armor with a blacksmith’s apron over it and a pair of heavy, runic gauntlets on both his hands. He’s wearing heavy boots with metal reinforcements, red, loose trousers, torqouise padding with short sleeves and orange shirt underneath it. There’s a yellow and red scarf around his neck and he’s got a war pick/warhammer strapped to his belt.

In the center there’s a half-elven young woman with green eyes, dressed in a chainmail, place bracers, mismatched plate gauntlets, a steel helmet with raised visor and a chainmail coif around her neck. She has a dull brown tabard with a white griffin and a vertical sword on her chest and she’s holding a sheathed longsword in her right hand. Her left hand is resting on a visibly used heater shield with the same griffin and sword as on her tabard, only on a red field. She’s grinning and looking straight at the viewer, singular strands of hair from her black bangs are peeking from under her helmet’s brow.

On the right side, there’s an elf sitting on a chair, resting his head upon his right fist, with elbow propped up on his knee, looking at the viewer with a crooked smile on his face. He’s got light grey hair, blue eyes and pale complexion, the right side of his face is crossed by four fresh scars, running from the line of his hair down to his chin. He’s wearing leather bracers, right one reinforced with steel on the outside, leather archery gloves, brown trousers, knee-high leather riding boots, short-sleeved green padding with dark green shirt underneath it, and a sleeveless dull brown brigandine, closed with a series of leather buckles in front. He has a blade strapped to his left side, and a quiver of arrows on his right hip, a recurve bow is laying on his knees. His left hand is doing something with its bowstring.

In the back, there’s a tall man in an indigo zhupan, reaching half of his calf. over it he’s wearing a steel breastplate, he’s got leather boots and leather gloves, both in shades of brown. He’s got long, black hair tied behind his head, with a visible  parting in the middle of his head. His skin is unhealthily pale, with dark circles under his eyes, whose irises are almost white. He’s facepalming and has a bitter expression.

Next to him is an even taller, visibly muscular woman, with unkepmt long, brown hair, golden wolf-like eyes framed in black and big teeth with sharp canines, that she’s showing in a grin, holding her tongue out. She’s got her hands on her hips, she’s wearing a dark brown sleeveless top, and over it an olive green folded kind of garment similar to a chiton or a kilt, reaching just above her knees. It’s pinned with a brass fibula on her left shoulder, and is gathered with a wide, leather belt around her waist. She’s wearing worn leather boots on her feet, a collar with a chipped piece of metal hanging on it on her neck and she has taped fists. She has tanned skin, and several lighter scars are visible on her bare arms.)

[rhinco]

actually the best ship dynamic is i would kill for you. i would kill anyone who layed a hand on you. please let me kill for you. please let me show my devotion by dirtying my hands, it's the only way i know how. let me destroy anything that hurts you. i've hurt you too. i'm destroying myself.

[mysticalresources]

"Well, maybe you get work here with me?"

She was by no means a permanent worker, only agreeing to do so long before she go back to traveling. So she was sure that this little shop would be delighted if she brought someone else to help too, especially someone down on their luck.

"If you need a room, they'll house you and as long as you work you eat too. Good deal, right?"

[chiakinanami82]

Igna Liana Frandsen

She’s the Ultimate Toymaker, and she doesn’t mess around. She’s as pretty as a porcelain doll, but don’t let her appearance fool you. She is a tough cookie. Igna’s always been building toys since her childhood, and she inherited her parent’s factory, making unique, inspiring toys for the child in everyone.

[brightwingedbat]

Gave Igna a few fixes to her outfit

[disease]

INTERROGATION | 2009 IGNAS KRUNGLEVIČIUS [two channel video with sound, 13’]

[epellucid]

[igna4400]

Ive joined the Buckshot Roulette fandom have some silly sketches

This dumb guy is taking over my mind

[waw1x]

Made them into icon goals cause I couldn't resist

[kachoobu]

Basta non ci lasciate tutti

[thunderboltfire]

-Draw Your OC in traditional clothing from Your region-

Igna isn't from Cracow, but I am, so she automatically gets a honorary cracovian status.

Close-up

[rhinco]

there are different ways to be like a dog.

there is the dog who is unfalteringly loyal, who will forgive endlessly and to its own demise; who will take the pain over and over again (surely this is its own fault anyway). the dog who accepts the harshest touches, since those are better than never being touched at all; who will always come back, and will always be waiting for you to come back. just in case.

and there is the dog who refuses to be tamed, for to be tame is to be betrayed; who bites the hand that feeds before it even starts to prepare the meal; who will reject even the gentlest touches for fear that they will turn harsh. the dog who runs away; who only knows how to hurt, and be hurt, and when someone loves it regardless it keeps biting, never letting its guard down. just in case.

[mysticalresources]

“Woooow, this place is huge!”

Looking down at the map, this had to be the capital. Everything was so bustling, not even able to make out a single sentence from any random person due to the constants activity. Her eyes traveling from place to place.