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@monsonata
Blue heeler Giger - Art Fight revenge for @monsonata β¨
Giger! I love so dearly the detail that goes into your pixel art portraits, so seeing my beloved dogger in such an art style is so satisfying to the eye! Drawing your character in exchange was entertaining, and I hope one day in the future to engage in another art exchange with you! π
Thank you so much for drawing them! πβ€οΈπ€
Artfight attack for @monsonata Themed after propaganda posters!
This is still so cool to me! Thank you for drawing my boy. π
ArtFight 2026
What you've created for me still keeps me awed beyond words, I find I look back on it quite a few times to admire its many facets. Outside of such a regard, it is vindicating to find someone equally as passionate about a niche horror-survival video game as I, and to have a design so dear to me be portrayed in such a manner is beyond honoring.
Thank you! (βΒ΄β‘`β)
first six artfight attacks! yay!!!!
AF users in order: Nethal_37, wimblethimble, -DeadBird-, imisstheanomalocaris, MonSonata, and clownishbehaviour
check out my AF @ HH-3000 :-D
Ahhh, my lizard boy! β*: .ｑ. o(β§β½β¦)o .ｑ.:*β
Updated my fursona's reference sheet, with the intention of including more unique design nuances and detail than the previous reference sheet I made adequately communicated. I find I'm gradually improving at drawing anthro characters again, after having long since done so in a manner I found satisfying. πΎ
Cilas-Galorn for @monsonata π
Allow me to reiterate my initial reaction to this lovely piece: you've so perfectly and so beautifully recreated the conflict integral to his character, and it is works such as these that make me appreciative that others so diligently enjoy what I create, when I oftentimes feel inadequate in such a regard.
I simply cannot stop observing the painterly manner in which you've illustrated not only my rugged Altmer, but the background that encompasses him as well. π€©
Thank you so much for drawing him! ππ€π
Cilas-Galorn indulging in some much-deserved downtime at his residence in Whiterun, after... you know, saving the world, and all.
HERO OF KVATCH, NERYS IRATRAVEL
Born to two well-off noble folk in the Cyrodiilic Imperial City, from birth Nerys was rarely, if ever, left or made to want; having had every essential and non-essential at her disposal long before she could so much as string words together, developing into an irrefutable vanity by early adulthood, born not of insecurity but of self-regard. Between fine Elsweyran jewelry and finer imported silks, Nerys at one point was by no means a stranger to even the most delicate splendor. However, Nerys's own desire for finery would lead to be her undoing, as she's discovered lifting a particular item right from beneath a tailor's nose, promptly pursued by Imperial guards and subject to one hundred days in the slammer. Having swiftly been disowned and shamed by her parents and having lost access to her amenities throughout the duration of her sentence, Nerys felt as though her life had been forfeit, despite knowing she'd inevitably serve her sentence. Though, one fateful night in her cell, approached by none other than Emperor Uriel Septim VII himself, she is informed of her fate, and furthermore, is provided a new lease on life dissimilar to that which she was thrust out of. Between the incumbent death of the Emperor, the threat beyond the gates of Oblivion, and locating the late Emperor's bastard heir, Nerys slowly comes to discover that perhaps her perspective was long ill-intended.
oops i did two !
@monsonata 's Neht. they don't seem too pleased.
Neht! No, they don't seem much at all pleased! Then again, if I were at once thrust into the Mundus with little-to-no ample warning, I, too, would also be under grave duress. π
Thank you so much for indulging my request! π«Ά
A PRIEST OUT OF TIME, FATHER WINOGRAD
The devout son of a religious family of Russian nationals, who sought immigration to the United States as a means to escape their homeland's state atheism and the Iron Wall which had erected at the time, Viktor remained able to maintain both his culture and his faith despite being raised in a country dissimilar to that of his ancestors. But, what was once a stress-free life of priesthood soon turned to chaos and tragedy, as his home β as well as the rest of the world β turned to ash at the height of the Great War of 2077, leaving his family in a state of disarray. In a state of increased distress, and after having lost track of his family in the midst of the chaos, Viktor flees to a nearby holy temple for physical and emotional security; praying for God to grant him with a swift, painless death, unlike the many who had perished from radioactive fallout or succumbed to their wounds. But, in his attempts to stave away the desire to take matters into his own hands, Viktor finds that God has different plans for him...
THE NEREVARINE, NEHT AMORIL MORA
Awakening with the effigies of their likeness and a cryptic ceremonial wedding beneath the unforgiving crust of Red Mountain, a starry-eyed Dunmer finding themselves traversing across the Pryai River is not proferred even the slightest context as to their existence upon gaining consciousness deep within the hull of a prison barge, which has set out for the humble city of Seyda Neen on Vvardenfell; as unfamiliar to them as their very presence on Nirn. With not even a mere Septim in their possession, equally as such they find themselves struggling to parse what exactly had been the name to which such scarce wealth would have belonged. Only upon propositioned as to their identity do they wrestle together a coherent response: Neht, the Daedric pronunciation of the letter N. Naught had they known their attachment to the consonant, but little had Neht known they were bound to become bound up within a bizarre prophecy that would give more stock to their name than they could possibly imagine.
THE LAST DRAGONBORN, CILAS-GALORN
Born to a Wood Elf/Bosmer mother and a High Elf/Altmer father in Thalmor-occupied Valenwood, Cilas-Galorn was forced to reckon with the heavy absence of his patriarch since his youth; the weight of which bore more adamantly upon him than the fear and paranoia the concurrent coup surrounding every facet of his life did. Later in life, at the insistence of his mother, he left Valenwood to travel northwards to the province of Skyrim, but unfortunately was accosted by Imperials on his way through Cyrodiil. After promptly being beaten and tortured at the hands of the Thalmor, he is abducted and taken via horse-drawn carriage to the small, wartorn town of Helgen to be executed. But before anyone else's heads could roll, Cilas-Galorn's unlawful execution was interrupted by none other than the World Eater. Now having escaped the brush of death by a mere hair, a frazzled Cilas-Galorn is now tasked to find his place within the foreign, unfamiliar landscape of Skyrim, and to navigate the unstable political climate the region boasts.
VESTIGE, MERYND DETHANDIS
Originating out of a remote islandic village off the coast of Sheogorad, Merynd's world is abruptly turned inside-out as he, alongside other innocent mortals, are promptly round up to be sacrificed to the Daedric Prince, Molag Bal, at the hands of Mannimarco's Worm Cult. However, upon meeting the elusive man known simply as the Prophet deep in the bowels of the Wailing Prison, Merynd is offered a new, albeit esoteric lease on life... if only to put an end to Mannimarco's thrall with the aid of his to-be companions.
Commission for @monsonata <3
Oh, they turned out so beautifully...
It was so satisfying to witness the gradual transition between each phase of the work-in-progress up to the final product, which I positively ADORE. The warm lighting utilized here exacerbates the cozy sensation communicated in the scene, and Darien's sleepy face only heightens that atmosphere. I believe peace between the Vestige and Darien is long-deserved after all the hardships they endured. πβοΈ
Thank you so much for drawing my request! Best wishes to you and your family! π«
Meeting Lord Vivec. πͺ¬π₯
Version without text box & extra Nerevar painting under the cut:
Little self-indulgent Teldryn blurb, along with an unpublished sketch I made of him earlier this year. ππ₯π He's smoldering...
For @monsonata !
I wanted to wait until I was readily able to write this at a computer so I sound loosely coherent, but despite me already having shown her this, I want to regale to the world how grateful I am to have a friend like @viciousonecstasy. (She also has an art blog, @viciousbutprecious).
I want to say we started speaking to each other around April 2022, after we found one another's Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance fanart in the respective Metal Gear Rising tag, around the time where it'd began experiencing a boost in both activity and popularity. And from that moment on, not once have I ever regret daring to reach out to another individual again for friendship, despite having sworn off growing attached to or so much as befriending anyone again; a promise I regularly repeat to myself on and on upon the creation of my Tumblr account.
You, within a matter of a month or two, made me abandon such sentiments entirely, without hesitation.
We've laughed, showed one another our works in progress, spoke about all things under the sun β between fandom, questionable animated films, the global political climate, culture, even times wherein we beared our souls to each other in vulnerability I cherish β but in all the times where you've time and again showed me patience and grace in my time of struggle, I feel as though I've never been able to aptly return all the incredible things you've done for me. Our fruitful conversations, your kindness and humor, the so generous gifts you've given me over the years... through thick and thin, you've remained by my side.
I wanted so diligently to create something for you myself, but I felt rather than beat myself up over not being able or feeling able enough in order to do so, this would better suffice, as a thank you for being who you are, and for accepting who I am. I wish for us to have many more long years of friendship, if you so wish it.
Love you, Vanity. (βΒ΄β‘`β)
My natural reaction reading this:
Throughout my many years alive, never have I ever felt such a strong connection to anyone, as I have with you. The day we decided to become friends, was the day my life changed forever.
I think we were both at a point in our lifes, where we both felt hopeless and stuck in a miserable place, but to me at least, you became a comfort, a way to escape. It didn't matter the topic, be it Fandoms or our personal struggles, all of you brought me joy. You are so very special, so kind, so intelligent. I will always be mesmerized by your way of thinking, how you write, how you formulate your ideas. I admire you, truly.
Though we are so far apart, never has anybody gotten this close to my heart. Never in my life have I ever felt truly understood. I always felt like I was a tad bit off and that I could never form these close relationships other seems to have. But with you, I finally felt seen, felt like I could truly connect with another person. You created a space where I could be all of me, the side with the silly jokes and one that went through a lot of pain. I have never been one to share my personal struggles, but you created a space where the both of us could be truly vulnerable, which created an everlasting bond between us. Getting to finally experiencing this kind of connection, especially with somebody as incredible you, is so very precious.
Though we don't talk for 5 hours a day, like we did in 2022, I think of you every day and how proud of you I am. I don't think you even realize how far you've come, how strong of a person you are. You have come so far in comparison to where you were and it is just beyond incredible to see. And despite all the changes in our lifes, the moment that Discord call starts, we share the same laughs, the same chemistry we did back in those day.
I appreciate you went out of your way to commission this art for me. It's a wonderful gift and it makes me long for a day where we can hopefully share a moment like this ourselves.
You are so special to me and words cannot describe how much I love you.
Thank you, @monsonata π«
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