#ocs ocs

[dailyonetpot]

attack on @vividhollow 😁😁 hashtag ft a bunch of (mainly) leaves

full attack can be seen here: https://artfight.net/attack/16240389.mass-attack-im-back-in-the-fucking-building-again

Art Fight

An art gifting game

[argumento-ad-nauseam]

Babieees girls.

[obviouschangeling]

screenshot quality is scrungly, but oh well.

This is Winzy Duke! The design on the left is the first one, the right is the update. I'm playing around with the hair and am glad that vroid had more options for thicker strands. I'm still not happy with the lack of options when it comes to weight or muscle mass (there isn't an option to change the waist or stomach measurements, the one that says waist actually alters the hip width) but perhaps in the next update. I'm still really happy about the hair.

[xxmiss-miaow-mayhemxx]

Lawl itz her baby

[obviouschangeling]

This is one of my OC’s Allora: Mother of the Pantheon and Great Dea (goddess) of the Moon.

And she’s meeting PM Seymour’s oc Cyana in her pre-elf form.

[obviouschangeling]

Here are my girls, Red, Green, and Blue! I drew them using only their respective rgb values! I think it went pretty well, though you can definitely tell there was a bit of a time skip between drawing Red and Green, and drawing Blue...

[firebraider]

ARC: Paladin

Zaradanil: “I’m driven by more than love.” Staring into Starshatter resting on the table. “But honestly, that’s all I need.” Faldanil rolls his eyes. “Well. I can safely say I am powered entirely by intellect.” “You’re immediately forcing a dichotomy between the two,” Zaradanil replies. “You know that’s false.” “Oh, a blood knight lecturing me on forced dichotomies?” “Yes, compared to natural dichotomies. We don’t need any more than what already exists.” Faldanil chuckles. “Well, sister, I will not attempt to sway you from your worldview, lest your doubt makes you lose those fancy powers.” “What, you think power fueled by conviction can be broken by a simple shift in worldview? Not that someone like you would be successful in persuading me in any ideological fields, but my resolve does not rely on maintaining some… Stagnant set of virtues. We can change at no loss to our strength. In fact, change is –” “Zara, that was merely a jest. Though perhaps I hit a nerve?” Zaradanil, lifting Starshatter: “You’re always hitting nerves, Fal.” “You know I only seek to understand. Why trust in such… Vague power? I cannot doubt the results – the things you’ve done with that sword are testament enough – but surely you would rather a more reliable source…?” Standing up, Zaradanil assumes a combat stance, and observes Starshatter as its constellations flare to life. “There’s nothing more reliable than myself. What if your ley lines fade, or there’s no nearby life for you to drain from? I only need to believe. Doesn’t even need to be in myself.” “Belief is fickle.” “Maybe for you.” Zaradanil swings her sword through the air in slow motion. Its embedded stars leaving a trail of light in their wake. “Remember that before anything else, I was the peak of blade mastery. Even if the Light was not there for me – and it will always be – Starshatter would disintegrate the unworthy regardless.” Faldanil shrugs. Sensing another presence approaching, he quickly dons his mask and turns to face the door. “You feel you can handle yourself, then?” “Better than you, I suspect.” Faldanil breathes in to reply, but Decks is already stumbling through the door, body smouldering. Decks says, “Yo, the helicopter needs some work,” before collapsing on the floor. “Good luck,” Zaradanil says, stepping over Decks and slipping away.