A Visitor. Look Closely.

" What are you looking at? "

I tried drawing some kind of background :') I hope it turned out well ^v^

Open for better quality

Vincent got a little bloody :)

If you ever see a Samurai with a red ribbon on their hat, do not approach them. They may look human, but they are far from it...

Alright this is my uhm... very sane oc. His name is Shaytan. He is not an elf or a demon. He is a red ribbon Samurai, meaning he doesn’t get hired for easy jobs. Jobs that no human cannot do... are usually given to him.

And yes he is wearing a skirt

I am also yet again experimenting with my artstyle :')

Open for better quality ♡

Critique and advice is welcome ♡

I introduce you to my fursona... well feathersona? Anyways.

Her name is Linnea and she is a hummingbird, in specific Anna's Hummingbird. Lienna is trans, male to female. She didn't have her surgery yet :) She is very timid, shy and extremely easy to make happy. Though she is a scardey cat and she will run away whenever she can! And she is f a s t, very fast.

She dresses mostly in gently colored dresses, almost cottage core. And honestly, anything that is not pink or black is alright to wear :)

Reference sheet:

First concept :)

Open for better quality ♡

Uhm, I did something, again. 👉👈

I tried experimenting with lighting and shadows again. And I actually like how it turned out :)

My humanisation(-ish) design of The Dredge.

Do you do art trade? I am a freelancer artist and i would be happy to draw with you. Or just pay you for a comission

Hello! Well it depends on the art trade! I won't do anything NSFW! PM me and we can discuss it more! I do not have a paypal or anything of the sort to accept commissions :>

I drew @eritiacoli 's bug demon! I couldn't help myself! I just loved his design too much 👉👈

I hope it turned out good! 🥺

I offer very shameful self insert.. i am sorry...

Caleb is utterly confused, and she is utterly in love.

At his feet, he saw a dusty path, and, at its end, silhouettes of all who had done him wrong: the boys who bullied him, the executives who took advantage of him, and, again… Henry Bayshore. Emerging from a fog were the tools to dispose of them — unforgiving steel hooks, brilliant and beautiful in their simplicity.