Composition : a series of exercises selected from a new system of art education - Arthur Wesley Dow - 1905 - via Internet Archive
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Yellowstone National Park by David Wessels
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Source: https://pin.it/62aEucsyd
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cheydinhal sanctuary crew
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"Bounder"
Isolated animation from The Elder Scrolls Travels: Shadowkey
Modeling and animation by Mark Jones
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god this game looks like melted cheese i'm OBSESSED
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my nerevarine's daughter, dagoth vedyra, with her scrib, veloth the second. probably glaring at her father for questioning her naming choices
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Morrowind: Uupse Fyr, fourth wife of Lord-Wizard Divayth Fyr, enjoys skooma pipe with apples and shalk resin.
P.S. That is, wife-clone-daughter-benign corprus tumor.
P.P.S. Moon sugar+apples+shalk resin makes a "fortify speed" potion.
Digital painting. Made in Krita (5.1.5).
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Why have you come unprepared?
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bane of kings
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Sparkle on! It's Middas! Don't forget to be yourself!
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been going through some good ol fashioned burnout and what’s the one thing I’ve been able to make without scrapping it?
yeah.
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WIP Sunday
Thank you for the tag as ever, @dirty-bosmer! Tagging @cumbiazevran, @ollifree @memaidraws and @aria-i-adagio if you'd like. Here is a bit from Hallowed Ground featuring the bestest boys
In the fullness of that winter, Savos had outgrown the last of his tutors. Zennat hefted magic, and Teldryn struck with it, but to Savos it was life, as easy and inevitable as breath. He walked on water and treaded air; his heels hovered ever over flights of stairs. Everywhere he went was a cloud of starlight, floating idly over his shoulder. When he ventured into the barrows he had no use for lamps. Blue fire came to life at the snap of his fingers. Imps and wraiths tailed him, meek and supple as pets on a leash. With a whispered word he coaxed spirits into cold bones, and with another he banished them.
It wasn't enough. Zennat could see it now, the ghostly shape of Savos' ambition, already sprawling the breadth of the city. His windows would not darken until dawn, and Savos, who was once cautious and pensive, now coaxed them into adventure to dig through tombs, set off to the outskirts to chase rumors and tales. When Neloth's reply finally arrived at the start of Sun's Dusk, he threw it to the side in frustration, and shut himself in his room, writing and writing and writing again.
One night, sprawled atop the roof in the warmth of Savos' fire, he turned to them, face shining from the flush of his own power. "Look," He tossed a few flickering lights to the air. They danced and joined and formed shapes. "It's us."
The boys made of light leapt into a starry ocean. They ran up the rocky slopes of a cliff, the wind knocking them backward. Then they were perched atop birds, taking off into the sky, hands reaching out to scoop the chill night.
"That never happened." Teldryn grumbled, even though his eyes sparkled. Teldryn wore his hair shorter now, dark feathery wisps tumbling to his neck, pinned back on one side. He'd taken a habit of tossing back the strands falling to his eyes as he spoke. His mouth curled into a sharp smile, and Zennat looked away from the stars.
"It doesn't have to, silly." Savos rolled his eyes. "You still knew it was us."
Zennat's hand found Teldryn's, and Teldryn's eyes met his. Zennat's heart was in his throat, as if he couldn't speak without coughing it out.
Boys made of light.
Had he not fallen in love that winter's night, he would have known Savos was saying goodbye.
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