Polychrome
Christmas gift for my roommate <3 Can you believe I never really painted iridescence like this? Guess I need an iridescent character too :T
Kyr © Nyghtwulf
Art © VicekillX
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I’ve been thinking lately about how the mlp fandom had “creepypasta” (or just generally weird and evil) versions of all the characters and had an extended universe where they were all fucked up but still friends and I think that’s so funny and I think the hermitcraft fandom should do that too.
Skulk/vex Cub, Geminislay, dungeon master Tango, vex Scar, Ren the King, demon Impulse, jungle Bdubs, Zedeath/evil scientist Zedaph, eldritch horror Keralis, fucked up watcher Grian, Beetlejhost, etc should all come together and torment people as best friends forever.
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Virgil Finlay - Fantasy Illustration Original Art (undated) Source
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Movie Monsters at the Oscars (2018)
It's been a week since the Oscars, and I'm still a bit shocked that The Shape of Water won Best Picture. Of course, I knew if anyone it'd be Guillermo who would pull it off, but the fact a monster movie WON best picture is still amazing to me.
As a monster fan myself, here in Indonesia, listening to Guillermo's speech gave me a bit of tears in my eye :')
So in tribute to the legacy of movie monsters, I made this piece. It's in black and white, to pay tribute to the 1930s-50s era that started it all, but with one exception.
Source: DeviantArt
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Battle of the Barbies! Round 3: Fantasy (Sub Round 3)
This is round 3 (sub round 3) of the bracket. All other polls in can be found here.
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Thinking again about an idea I had for an adventurer who retired after being blinded by grevious wound, but found a calling in helping others and became a local, pacifist paladin. He'd travel between towns healing the sick and injured or helping out farmers without the coin for hired hands.
In his travels he bonded with many an uprooted soul. One of these was a woman ostracized for some crime or social context about which he wished not to prod, who he got the sense she had few visitors. He stopped by whenever he was in the area, asking after her and about the many half-finished statues near her abode. She seemed hesitant and mumbled about sculpting to pass the time. He marveled at her skill and how lifelike they felt, but she seemed anxious over the discussion so he let it drop. The next few times went better, and she warmed up to him soon after. Over the years, he came to love hearing her soft words, and even more how confident and majestic her voice grew when he could cajole her into singing for him.
Eventually, he gets dragged into the sojourn of the party against his better judgement and begins to relearn the trade. In downtime when learning of each other, he speaks of his beautiful wife, who sings like a sparrow and practices her artwork in the woods.
One day he receives a letter or sending from her asking for help, as someone attacked her and citizens of the nearby village have since been searching the woods to find her. He of course urges the party in that direction as fast as possible.
When they arrive an hour ahead of a mob wielding torches and pitchforks, he finally rushes to embrace his wife while the party halts in shock at the sight of a medusa.
Cue party confusion and mistrust while the character recovers from his surprise enough to have a serious conversation about respecting her desire to keep this secret but needing know if she did something to deserve this, cut short by the angry mob arriving. Chaos ensues.
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people often say that Peter Parker is the Dick Grayson of Marvel and they could not be more wrong (if Peter is any bat child, he's the Tim Drake) but if editorial isn't going to allow Johnny Storm to be a flaming homosexual, he should be the Dick Grayson of Marvel, where's Johnny's Star Fire?!
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