#shadowshifter

[anokibuu]

Absinthe and Orpheus, childhood friends who set sail from home and the problems there and into an adventure that will change them completely.

[anoki]

A mixed media pinup of Ceata. :}

[lucifer-in-my-head]

This has been in my WIPs for two years, but I finally finished! Meet Maverick Baldwyn, one of the main characters in my original story that will likely never see the light of day. COMMISSIONS PRICES @milomeepit @snail-giggles

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[shomoo]

Opening today 40th #HeavyMetal anniversary show @coprogallery I ll have this original in ink and gouache #Dragons #ShadowShifter I wish I could be there in person

[anokibuu]

Taenik is a half fae and keeper of boroks, creatures made from shadowshifter shadows. They are his only friends in the cruel facility he is forced to live within. All that comes to a bloody end when it is raided and he is trapped by a collapse. He is saved when Zanarin is sent to clean up the creatures still alive and finds him trapped in the rubble. It is the start of a hostile truce as Zanarin wants what information he can get out of Taenik and the man has no choice but to go along with this man that has further ruined his life. But can hate turn to understanding? Can it become something far sweeter? :3c

Zanarin is mine Taenik is Necro's

[anokibuu]

Work from 2020

Zanarin, decadently dressed. Mixed media piece - copic marker, gel pen, colored pencil.                                    

[lucifer-in-my-head]

Updated design for my main OC, Athalia, that is,,, hopefully less accidentally racist than the original designs. I took inspiration from Palestinian women’s clothing (according to google images and arabamerica.com). Couldn’t bring myself to change the red hair and the boots, but overall I’m super happy with her new design ^-^

[anokibuu]

Cornered, nowhere to go but over into the dark night far below. Swarming, the mass grabbed and clawed, scratched at the creaking walkway, wobbled it in a manner that had his heart leaping up into his throat. Zanarin could slash and stab, but nothing seemed to stop the seething mass of inky darkness, its seeking hands ever grasping.

He was exhausted, blood oozing from wounds far deeper then he cared to ponder. 

Zanarin drew in a breath and wordlessly roared his defiance.