nymph

We dance without touching, We shorten and increase the distance. We touch the waist, the face... It's a game. Like a pianist who plays, without touching the keys

[flesh-nymph]

Winter 2024. This edit felt immature when I started making it, I lived in Germany then, these forests, fog, frost still pull me, it seems like some part of my soul started living there, I'm so afraid that one day I'll forget this feeling, I promise myself to go there again

[flesh-nymph]

I haven't been here for a long time, I really want to find an online friend on Tumblr

[azizazaza]

[flesh-nymph]

Noir Lady

I continue to experiment with drawing, today I tried a black and white style. In the process, I thought about the woman I was drawing, I think she would fit in as a charismatic psycho character, she has a scar on her face, a burn or from a battle, I wanted to create a female character who would be attractive despite her scary appearance (like The Hound from Game of Thrones)

Do you think I managed to do it?

Technical details: ~3 hours / Photobash, Digital Painting

Commissions open DM

[dollyisblogging]

[flesh-nymph]

Fucking God give me strength to survive this ovulation

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Haha editing at 4-5am sounds like a fucking idea, but damn I had to

@eredin-offical

[flesh-nymph]

The Hunters Duo

Dark Fantasy Concept. Continuing my character design series. This piece represents a duo of hunters or killer. I wanted to focus on the contrast between their styles and the interaction between them. I'm experimenting with different character types.

Technical details: ~4-5 hours / Photobash, Digital Painting. Focused on mood and texture

Which one do you like more?:meow:

Commissions open bytheway

[flesh-nymph]

Necromancer

Does he look like a protector or a threat?

p.s. this character haunts me in my dreams, I miss him, frankly I want to fuck him!

[flesh-nymph]

Soeceress character desighn

[simplyxdreaming]

[flesh-nymph]

•In what form will you meet me?•

[dollyisblogging]

[flesh-nymph]

Nymph’s Dream Journal

I was in a forgotten village swallowed by the forest. 5 A.M. The sun barely touching the horizon. A stranger was showing me the woods, leading me through the mist until we found an old cemetery. He take me on a mossy grave, skin against cold stone, we make love while hid from an old man performing an ancient ritual nearby. The air was thick with incense and the smell of damp earth and over moans. The last thing I saw before waking up was my stranger's name, carved on the grave on which I was holding

[trevanian-v]

please be noisy while I’m fucking you, I need that positive feedback

[flesh-nymph]

Current state: romanticizing my own isolation

[flesh-nymph]

The Afterbattle

That hollow moment when the battle is over, the noise stops, and you’re left with the metallic taste of blood and the terrifying silence of being alive

It reminds me of the feeling the day after running through the snow under rocket fire in search of cover that I experienced, the taste of blood from running in my mouth and the adrenaline pulsing in my head. This moment usually passes by the frame or the pages of books. The moment after is always a slump, it's when you breathe but don't understand why, it's not despair it's emptiness. It's not really about the character, it's about authenticity, imperfection, behind every strength there is a moment of weakness.

[flesh-nymph]