I decided to take drawing more seriously and try to make an actual complete piece. So here it is ^u^
More info under the cut!
While scrolling, I found some concept art of playable Cyber elf X, and fell in love xD
So I decided to draw this piece; it was mostly practice for me to test out the brushes and my digital limits. (I usually draw in black and white on paper, so this was tough, but rewarding -w-)
Originally, the idea for the background would be a void-like cyberspace bg, but a friend suggested a sunset.
The idea here is that Cyber elf x is falling from… robot heaven? Armed and ready. So ye.
Sketch and inspiration:
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I feel like every time I pop in here you know what I'm gonna ask but I can't help it. You capture the dynamic so well lol.
Touch for that prompt meme for shadowzel
(Fluffy One-Word Prompts)
(OK so the meme was "fluffy" and I uh. definitely didn't go fluffy with this. XD Whoops. I’ve also realized, in writing this, that it’s basically a reverse of the situation from the last Shadowzel fill I did for you. XD I’m nothing if not consistent I guess.)
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Shadowheart stumbles into camp with blank eyes, trailing behind Tav more by rote habit than intention. Her mind feels blank and numb, deadened by pain, which is good, because if she could think clearly, she would be terrified.
I threw the Spear away. The thought drifts in and out of focus, like a light piercing through the cursed darkness all around them. Her hand throbs with every beat of her heart. There are tears at the corners of her eyes but they don't fall.
She tries to recollect exactly what Lady Shar did to her in that endless hanging moment of torment in which her punishment was inflicted. Her brain shies away from the memory, unable or unwilling to render it clearly. All she knows is that there was pain - blinding, ripping, burning, choking pain. And then exile.
She is alone.
She drifts to a halt near her tent. Someone has lit the fire and she stares into the flickering flames without really seeing them. She should rest for the battles that still lie ahead, but sleep feels as impossible as redemption.
“You are shivering.” Lae'zel's voice pierces through the haze, crisp and matter-of-fact. Shadowheart doesn't look up - but she's conscious, suddenly, of the warmth of the gith's body next to hers.
She shakes her head. “It hurts,” she mutters vaguely. Because really, that's all she can think about. The torment of the Dark Lady's punishment and the abyss that lies all around it, the agony and the numb grief.
Lae’zel grunts. “Your goddess is as spiteful in her dismissal as Vlaakith was to me,” she mutters. “A wretched reward for the strength you have shown.”
“Strength?” Shadowheart tries to laugh, but her voice gives out with a watery crack. “I failed her…”
Silence. Lae’zel does not try to argue the point, but instead, simply rests her hand gently against Shadowheart’s back. The heat of her palm seeps through the leather of Shadowheart’s tunic, her fingertips flexing gentle pressure under her shoulder blades.
The touch is comforting. Grounding. And yet it carries its own sort of agony, because wherever Lae’zel touches her, it cuts a bright, searing line through the numbness. And what she feels, where that blank chill fades, is the sense of her heart crushing inwards as if it is being squeezed by a fist.
Shadowheart draws a shuddery breath in, closes her eyes. She wants to pull away, to hide. Instead she waits as Lae’zel slides her hand upwards in a long, slow, careful line until her palm cups the back of Shadowheart’s neck.
“For some time now, I have wanted to touch you with gentleness,” Lae’zel admits in a low voice. Shadowheart would almost say she sounds embarrassed, except that she cannot imagine Lae’zel embarrassed by anything. “I had hoped… it might be in service of a happier occasion.”
Silence again. Shadowheart doesn't know how to respond to this, so she doesn't try. But she does finally look up, and finds Lae'zel watching her with an expression for once entirely unguarded. The gith's large catlike eyes are wide and filled with regret.
"I do not know what to say," Lae'zel admits gruffly. Her eyes flick away - and it's obvious now, she is embarrassed, and more than a little frightened. But she presses on anyway - as Shadowheart has always seen her do, even in the darkest hours. "But I am here, and I shall stay by your side, even should every god of all the planes turn against us both."
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Hi, I absolutely love your art!! I wanted to ask about the latest kinktober prompt? When Damien woke up in Matt's body, Matt had what I think are claw marks? If they are, what happened to him? Again, I love your art and I hope you have a nice day!!
Congratulations, anon! You have unlocked:
LEMON'S OC LORE
The difference in tone between their canon stories and what I share of them here is so funny to me XDD
Sorry if I threw yall off with the sudden angst posting, it won't happen too often here-
Thank you so much for the ask anon! I really appreciate your sweet comments and curiosity about my silly little fictional guys ;;w;;
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He is!!! He is!! I gave him a bit of agility though because he is surprisingly sneaky in the first film. He's a killer I'll give him that. He's mostly interested in picking up fruit and finding nice clothes. Im thinking of making him a House courier because being ordered around by a living corpse feels just like home. Those are his priorities at this time. SHOW US YOUR FALLOUT CHARACTER. SHOW US CREEPS
Oh damn, sorry that this has been sitting here forever 😅
Been on a fallout binge on my other account @thewastelandlosers and also playing F76 a bunch.
But yes! I'd be happy to share them:
You got Bonnie my F03 LW (not the Vaultie LW a different LW but not from a vault) whose travelling with Charon
Jeremy, a F03 vaultie but not The LW vaultie lol He's a menace to the wasteland
FNV Courier Creeps
Creeps gets put into Fallout as an Au!
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