#conceptual model

[000bun]

[krormwrorm]

PETmodelA (1999)

A poor teenager saves up to buy a Playful Evolving Thingy (PET) model anti-virus at a used games store. PET models are toyified anti-virus units for protection in the Interconsciousness Hub. They've fallen out of popularity, it's about personal power now. Suits.

The teenager fights thier way to the Antiviral Battlers Club to become a great warrior. They've got rules now, you have to stay current. Stylish. Competitive. The teenager and thier new best friend aren't allowed to be Antiviral Battlers, so they're going to start thier own club.

(I try not to ask for this specifically but I'm really proud of this and I'd love you to share it around.)

[vampire-canneberge]

Karol Radziszewski

https://www.instagram.com/karolradziszewski/

[aropride]

they've got the split attraction model in this show this is awesome

[earthtotheraven]

Don’t let the demons swallow you whole 💀

#altgirlsunite #altgirls #grungeaesthetic #darkbeauty #conceptual #selfportraitphotography #altgirlwithtattoos #altmodelslover

[sometinysludge]

January 17th, 1972; Hayden Hornet.

I am very normal about my characters.. Very! I’ll most likely drop his reference sheet a bit later, but for context I decided to experiment with my first welcome home character and give him a redesign! He’s actually an aviator, but I felt like being silly and dressing him up like he was a model <3

He deserves it! Anywhoo, I made an alternative version which you can see below, but I prefer the first.

[imaginal-ai]

"Breastplate and Brocade" (0001)

(The Martial Couture Series)

[kobikiyama]

@bspinef

[trybard]

being a 3d artist will really fuck with your perceptions of reality

[imaginal-ai]

"Breastplate and Brocade" (0002)

(More of The Martial Couture Series)

0001

[eden-west]

3D concept designs for TCG arenas. I love cobblestone so this was fun. :)

Another that was based on destructive vines crumbling the arena itself.

Dino boneyard arena. 🦖🦴

We tried to find floor sets that actually played nice with the card layout and UI. 🧐

[venusimleder]

Is it just me or 90s Erin O’Connor looks a bit like 90s brunette Gisele bundchen?

[petitpiedgalbe]

Coffee!

Hey you! Grab some coffee and wake up, there's work to do!

[samfodo]

kumie speaking

my algorithms class is so funny bcs we had a whole guest presentation this week about how to work with ai in an "effective" manner and what we have to look out for and then they concluded it with "using ai in this course is still prohibited/plagiarism ^__^ if you use this tool we WILL fail you" like yay <3 okay <3

[winds-of-zephyr416]

You know, I’ve been having a lot of OC thoughts lately. Usually my family gets to hear most of them, but none of them are available so now it’s tumblr’s turn for insanity :)

So in my fantasy world that I’ve been building for a couple of years or so now, I have these… gods. Eldritch, celestial beings who exist as spirits in the world. They don’t really consider themselves gods, they’re really more like a lost civilization than anything, but the premise still stands.

Anyways, I’ve been thinking a lot about their culture and language lately. They don’t really have to contend with things like death, they’re very much so immortal and almost impervious to harm, so they don’t really do a lot of things for survival. They also typically communicate with a form of telepathy, so language isn’t even a necessary thing for them.

But they still have a language. They still have architecture. They still have a society that comes together to solve problems. Granted, it’s a lot different than what human civilizations look like, because of the whole “impervious to harm” thing, but they have it, and that’s what’s important.

You know what else is important? Their language. Especially their language. Good lord I am not normal about their language.

Their language is made up of sounds that mimic the world around them. Some words are built up out of rippling streams and birdsong, while others are made out of sounds impossible for us to even hear. Their words are crafted, and many are made to have double meanings and ambiguity. They can’t be ambiguous when they trade thoughts and ideas through their minds, so the notion of being able to say something with multiple meanings fascinates them. They write songs and poetry, and they are engrossed with it, because sound has never carried so much meaning before. They make jokes. They find misunderstanding hilarious, because they’re so alien to their usual way of communicating. They adore puns. Language isn’t a necessity for them, but they developed it anyway, because it gave them a new way of having fun that they had never encountered before in their billions of years of being alive.

Later on, when humanity comes into the scene, they realize that they can use this thing called language to talk to them. Humanity is not like the gods, humanity needs to communicate through a physical medium, whether it be through sight or hearing or touch. Humanity is often confused or overwhelmed when the gods converse with them, because they find that many of the sounds the gods use are completely incoherent. They can’t recreate the sound of thunder in the sky, or crackling flame, and often they look around them in fear, as if the sound alone is indicative of danger.

So, the gods adapt. They learn the languages of humanity, instead, and talk to them in their own tongues. But mortals are curious, and the gods love to learn and teach, so it isn’t long until the gods try to translate the sounds of their language into something humanity can listen to and understand. The music of the slow cracking of the earth is shifted up in pitch until mortals can hear and hearken to the sound, and the mortals in turn recreate it with what their voices will allow. Slowly, the gods make their language perceivable, and slowly, humanity teaches them how to make it pronounceable.

The resulting speech is neither mortal nor divine, but somewhere between the two. Its words have a rippling quality, and in each sentence one can almost hear what is being spoken. The word for wave becomes a low crash, the word for music becomes a dancing song in the ears of whoever is there to listen. There is no doubt that there is magic in these words, with the way they call everyone in the room to their attention and fill their hearts with the very soul of what is being said. This language is not magic in a sense of control, it does not bind things in the world to its will, but it carries with it the memory of the world it was made to describe.

Later on, this middle ground, this speech both mortal and divine, would become lost and forgotten. It would not vanish violently, with the sudden fall of an empire, nor would it fade away with the few who are “worthy” of speaking such a tongue. No, instead it would grow and evolve with the people who learned it, moving across the continent and coming into contact with new lands and people. There, it would teach and learn in turn, and then diverge again, becoming yet another middle ground.

Slowly, like this, the language of humanity and gods together disappears. It does not die, but it dissolves, morphed into a thousand little pieces that stay on in other languages. It can still be found, if you look close enough, at the way speakers arrange their words, or in the rhythms they like to sing. Not even its name is truly past, still being borne by a speech that closely resembles the one long gone.

No, the language of mortals and the gods does not die, because, even in the darkest of days, when it seems like the world will perish and all life along with it, each syllable uttered in fear echoes the language that once carried nothing but joy, and each sentence given in comfort is another window into the years when things were bright. The tongues of mortals do not forget, even if humanity itself has.

And even so, were the speech of humans ever to forget what they helped to create, the gods would still remember. And maybe, the gods would teach and be taught by the mortals once again, in spite of the mutilated darkness that enshrouds these present days. Perhaps they already have.

[krormwrorm]

"You think that God sent you to dethrone us? You were sent to us because God can not decide for itself. We will show you that God just picks the winning side, like any of the supposedly pitiful mortals in its kingdom."

On a side note, I'm homeless and not doing well. I'm not finding any jobs-not art jobs- Don't offer me art jobs, I don't have the time, I need a REAL job and I'm trying and failing to find one.

If you like my art and don't want me to die in the heat, please consider throwing some of your extra cash my way. I'm doing what I can and it will just never be good enough.