OPEN FOR BUSINESS #commissionsopen #Commission #commissionsheet #commissions

poverty, video games, and success (1/3)

A digital doodle of AnyAustin, dressed in a Skyrim-farmer-version of his classic white T-shirt and dark dress pants, leaning on a rake and idly chatting at Gwendolyn the Skyrim NPC, whose expression is mildly annoyed/disinterested, while she hoes her leek farm.

I've been tuned into @anyaustin.bsky.social 's Skyrim stream all day... name a more iconic duo

I think the greatest trick for getting good at creative work i know is - finish making as many mediocre things as possible. Just finish stuff, again and again. Share it or don’t, but put a bow on it, put it aside, make the next thing, repeat.

"O Radagon, leal hound of the Golden Order. Thou'rt yet to become me. Thou'rt yet to become a god. Let us be shattered, both. Mine other self."

#eldenring #art

Elster, from the survival horror game SIGNALS, walking in a "sea" of blood. In the sky, an eye observes her. "I made a promise" can be read in the illustration.

[2024] I made a promise
#Signalis #Signalisfanart #Elster

"He did not deserve a place of rest in this soil. But leaving him there felt even more wrong." "The dead usually pay for their soul to be guided." Writing on the cross: "May the darkest pits of hell not let your soul rest" "For his payment Vulpes should get out if the grave."

Momento mori
a lil drawing to my fanfic

#fallout #fnv #art #artsky

Digital art of a black horse in a shiny black bridle held under tension by reins pulling its head down hard. Nettles are superimposed over the body of the horse.

Urtica

A muscular women wearing a muzzle and leather mask, covered in spikes and bandages.

But what if D&D Monks where just chaotic, moshpit brawlers with hell-engines in their chest?

#myart | #D&D | #dungeonsanddragons | #monk

FIRST BLOOD #fallout #fnv

1.103.
#livingonthesands #fallout

NCR's Finest #fallout #fnv

Ulysses Cut Dialogue Companion!Ulysses Cut Dialogue from here: https://youtu.be/xkUoGUUrrVY Enough talking, then. Watch yourself. The Mojave awaits Don't know about that. Guess we’ll see how things play out. You’ve got t...

btw i transcribed the cut dialogue of basegame companion ulysses from that fnv beta leak a few months ago :)

love at first sight

It's almost March, which means the anniversary of the Revolution of 1848. Petőfi is considered one of the most significant poets in Hungarian literature so I wanted to make some fanart and bring you a piece from him.
#galoodle #PetofiSandor

Hey look at this thing i made thanks

#fallout #falloutnv

Fallout's Exploding Turtle Aesthetic YouTube video by Crocodile Gambit

youtu.be/9hXyrGwv3nY

Grab a newspaper and brace for impact! New video out now.

Art vs Artist 2025: Been a very good (and very red) year for art, next year is gonna be even better. #artvsartist2025 #artvsartist

Hunter from the House of the Split Face and freelance partner

KNIGHTS OF GUINEVERE: PILOT YouTube video by GLITCH

Knights of Guinevere PILOT

youtu.be/MCAdbUaMlAE

A catalogue of all of Ver's works available at conventions.

A t-shirt with a white ink print on black cotton. The print depicts a winged serpent.

A giant scroll with the central figures of Mew and Mewtwo surrounded by a variety of Kanto Pokemon. Scattered around the scroll print are smaller rice paper prints.

A map of MCM's Artist Alley and where to find Ver's table, with a line drawn from the S6 entrance and to the south end of the hall all the way to table C-04.

I'll be at MCM October this coming weekend, table C-04 in the artist alley! Please drop by and have a look if you please.

Happy birthday to the best game ever made. #falloutnewvegas #fallout #newvegas #fnv

Forcing everyone to look at my new psyker Bakara, drawn by kiguri

a tweet by toby fox that says "I didn't try to learn Japanese for a long time because I thought it would be too hard. But now I love learning it and I use it every day. If there's anything you want to learn, don't be stopped by thinking it'll be too hard! Try it! Game-making, music, art, language, anything!"

A woman with tentative footing stands in a tetrahedral crevice cut into the face of an enormous stone wall. With no good handhold, she extends to glance out at a track of rust stains in the textured concrete. Well out of arm's reach, the vertical lines run parallel, marked with empty pairs of holes and the occasion—often broken—rung made of bent rebar. A similar pattern, evidence of a ladder that used to run up the wall, extends down from where she stands, but from her vantage she doesn't see it. She wears a white shawl-like shift trimmed in blue that hangs to knee length on the front and down to her heels in the back. Cut in a triangular pattern, it is an obvious inversion of the nook she inhabits.

CHASM (2000)
Acrylic on Panel - 30" x 20"

I keep a sketchpad next to the bed for recording ideas which arrive as I am falling asleep or waking up... prime time for my "muse channel." 1/2

Art by Noel Sickles (1951)

#KnightsofGuinevere I told you

Vimes would take the ring, then turn to Detritus and say "Detritus. Listen to me. I'm not being funny. If I, for any reason, look like I'm about to put this on my finger, I need you to stop me." "Like those re-strai-nin' techniques you told me about, sah?" "Them's the ones, Corporal." "The ones you told me not to use on account of them makin people's eyeballs pop out like eggs?" Vimes gave him the kind of smile divers will sometimes see in their dreams, big and full of teeth and without even the slightest hint of a sense of humor. "Yes," he said. "Those ones."

The tower fell. There wasn't much funny about it. There often isn't when a thousand tonnes of stone held together with nothing but hate comes tumbling down. The light of the dark lord shattered before the last brick had hit the ground. But he was not, not yet, destroyed. Diminished, yes, but he had been diminished before. He had come back from worse. From being less. All he needed was power. The power of those bound to him. A hooded figure strode between the rubble. "Wraith," Sauron whispered, a voice like a thought on the wind. "My Black Captain. Come to me. Bring me your sword. Your ring. "I'M AFRAID," the figure said, "YOU HAVE ME CONFUSED WITH SOMEONE ELSE." "You have no power over me," Sauron said, and if you tried really hard you might have almost believed it. "I'M SORRY TO SAY I LEFT MY SWORD AT HOME," Death said. "NOR DO I WEAR RINGS. ONLY THIS." A scythe. A farmer's tool. It was no weapon any capable warrior would wield. And yet, at the foot of awakened Mount Doom, his army defeated, the dark lord Sauron laid his eye on the curved blade and for the first time in an age, he feared. "There are heights even someone like you can aspire to, grey rider." "THE LORD OF THE RINGS," Death continued, smiling at the rising sun over the mountains, like he couldn't hear the voice that scratched at the mind. "I DON'T SEE THE POINT OF EITHER. RULING. RINGS. ONLY THE WORK MATTERS. IT'S ALL THAT MATTERS, IN THE END." "Nothing ends." "SOME THINGS DO," Death said. "THIS DOES." He raised his arm, and swung. Once. One swing to end it all, in the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie. "YOU DO."

easiest way to nerd snipe me, apparently, is to go "hey what if vimes was in this situation" at which point i just start writing discworld fanfiction off the cuff

On today's docket: what if lord of the rings but discworld?

A picture of a dark elf with cold grey skin and long flowing white hair, wearing a dusty dark blue sleeveless jacket with silver trims and front facing buckles. Underneath she is wearing a matching bodice, dark breeches, and a white blouse fitted with leather and armor patches on the shoulders. She is crossing her arms wearing leather elbow-length gloves while holding a bollock dagger engraved with the image of a greyhound.

What's a little bit of stabbing between friends ?
#art