#pomelle

[citricking]

Results from the last comms batch. Elves still taking half the slots but happy with the wide range of characters I got to work with this time.

#dnd #character #half elf #pomelle #elf #lich #pirate #triforce #cleric #wizard #commision #art

[tolik-pawlusz]

Colored sketches of young Rizen Fleim (in the main story about him he is 16). Though he knows how to use a sword, he doesn't like this weapon and later he usually used a knife.

Closed images under the cut

Also i added some glitter cause Rizen likes shiny things (i don't know if it's just because of his character or because he is a chaotic god of fire in a human body)

#oc #my art #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #original character #fantasy #fleim #pomel #illustration #Rizen Fleim #anime art #sketch #markers #traditional art

[arengnera]

The Flesh Dress

All of the fabric for this was reclaimed from curtains, scraps, tights, discarded tule from a local highschool prom that I snatched up like a horrible little vulture. The boning in the bodice was done with huge zip-ties but I’m not convinced getting real sewable boning wouldn’t have been worth it. The channels on the reinforcement were a bit of a bitch. The swords I also forged myself, but this ain’t about them. A lot of (mostly fake) blood, sweat and tears went into this one and I’m super pleased with the results. Huge shout out to @spoonbendersanonymous​ who was kind enough to lend me the fake blood, their anatomical text book, and had me sit down to watch Bride of Reanimator for inspiration.

Process photos and bonus photoshoot pictures below the cut!

Original sketches! A lot of me trying to figure out how to make boning look like bones while maintaining a classic shape. I said edwardian on the sketch but it honestly might be Victorian I'm really not sure. This was a combined art project for one of my classes, the idea was using old fashioned mourning traditions and clothes in a modern and campy way, to complain about how much capitalism erodes our time to mourn. At least that’s what I told the professor, It’s really about making a weird and off putting dress first and foremost.

Tape pattern and paper pattern! This was my first time doing this so don't take thus as any sort of guide.

It worked though, as shown by the world’s worst corset fitting - the pink thing on my arm was where I was planning on putting the upper sleeve, I was trying to see if my poof was good since my sleeves were a lot thinner and a lot longer than what would have been optimal for the amount of poof I wanted, I had to do some work around with the fabric I had

Now I’m just bragging about getting eyelets to look clean and good for once in my life. If I was going to do anything different about this though, I would ad more eases in the back, because I need to contort horribly to get out of the bodice, I fit it too well

This bad boy was really the crux of the whole project. The entire thing was a pun so I could applique an anatomically accurate heart on a sheer sleeve.

This was was it’s intermediary stage, where I was suddenly very much out of time for the first deadline and had to put off adding all of the gore I wanted to, so the simple applique heart had to do. The skirt itself was way less poofy than I would have liked, and didn’t quite give the silhouette I wanted. I ended up going with the train because the under skirt isn’t actually connected in the back. Thus is the nature of working with weird panels of curtains you’ve already cut into for a few other projects. God bless the thrift store curtain section.

The guts were made by sewing together sheer tights, and filling them with polyfill. Here they are, before they were stippled with liquid flesh colored latex and soaked in fabric paint - and after where you can see all that extra TEXTURE

I was able to use it for another project though, and I was very happy with the beading work here, although I did end up losing my biggest strand at some point.

Here’s my makeup test! I played around with doing some blood red lips but decided the blueish corpse look was better. Fun fact! I drove home wearing a sweatshirt that says “I heart corpse desecration” on it through the snow storm, and pulled over to offer some guy a hand with his car, forgetting I still looked like this. He turned me down.

The face of someone who can definitely be trusted for road side assistance. - Also I was posing as the two of swords tarot illustration for the final gallery exhibit.

#art #fashion #sewing #I'm finally getting around to putting this out there so I can find it again #I have so many pictures but I'm afraid tumbler won't let me show them all #Maybe I'll make another post about the swords #but those are decidedly less well made #turns out forging is very hard and I never tempered them or sharpened them properly #I lost one of my pomels in the forge and gave up which is why the hilts are resin cast #but I made a couple of shitty ass swords though! Which I think is more swords than most people have ever made so I'll take it #This dress also specificly got me told that I couldn't come to a wedding as a reanimated corpse #which is very funny and only slightly homophobic

[retrogeographie]

Gournay-en-Bray, la cité Pomel.

#Gournay en bray #normandie #pays de bray #architecture #grands ensembles #cité pomel #hlm #retro géographie

[illustration-alcove]

Anne Pomel’s illustrated book cover for Lynne Kelly’s Song For a Whale.

#anne pomel #book covers #lynne kelly #song for a whale #American literature

[officialeoj]

2-8.5 Episode!

Howdy there everyone!

You're halfway to 2-9; congratulations on making it this far! Why don't you rest for a few minutes? Maybe check in to see how Coco is doing after the last case. Who knows, you may meet a handsome new stallion along the way ;)

Let's see what you guys have to say~

#eoj #elements of justice #.5 #.5 episode #Coco Pomel #Philo Reed #special episode

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Day 131, it's half an hour past my bedtime again but this time I knew what I was doing, and... idk y'all. I was going to finish texturing the dragon, but then I thought "WAIT what if the hilt was like glass and had a galaxy inside, would that be awesome or what?!" And, like, conceptually? Yeah, pretty freaking awesome. Not sure if I like how it turned out, though. Maybe I just need to find a royalty-free nebulae image from NASA and use that instead of making it myself. Idk. I'll keep fiddling with it and see what I think. I am going to eventually make the hilt curved, I think? So I should probably do that before I make it into a galaxy tube XD Oh well, hindsight.

#the great artscapade of 2022 #bobbi's being weird again #art #my art #kingdom hearts fanart #keyblade design #*dj hand slide* mike (working title) #there are so many cool brush options in ProCreate for making it all nebula-y! #I think I might actually be over-using some of them and that's where my eeeehhh factor is coming from #it could also be that I just liked it better as a leather-wrapped hilt ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #we'll see #I've separated the hilt from the pomel in the layers so I can always just duplicate what I have and make options that I can turn off and on

[furvanoctua]

Almost forgot to upload this, but I had even more fun with this than I thought I would~

It’s been a while since I drew Pomel, it was nice :3

#Pomel #gnome #fighter #dnd #dungeons and doodles #dungeons and drawings #dungeons and dragons #sketches #art #artists on tumblr

[glacevent]

As someone who's extremely rarely horny (some kind of asexual) I think what I need far more than sex is a sword.

Like, not to hit people all the time, but just to have around... I just think it'd be neat...

#Like. if I could just reach out and squeeze the pomel of my sword every time I feel stressed... #or if i could just walk around holding my sheathed sword. that would be cool. #Asexuality #(I guess) #And sword 🗡️🗡️⚔️ #Happy international day of asexuality by the way!!

[silkyshulks]

day 1 of fusing mlp characters

#Ms.Shy #Rumble #Sweetie belle #Fluttershy #Coco Pomel #Gallus #MLP G4 #MLP FIM

[the-kingshound]

Decision - part 2 of ?

TW: suicidal/self harming thoughts, description of violence, grief.

Time has lost all kind of matter or significance. After having torn the masked person apart limb by limb, slowly, until your clothes and your hair and your skin drip blood, still tasting metal in your mouth, you have functioned in an empty shell. Their screams weren't satisfying, they wouldn't be enough for the pain caused. The wound on your abdomen is closed, but pulses and doesn't hurt nearly enough.

You took down Arthur and Saraah's bodies. You hugged them and dry heaved. You weren't able to truly cry. It hurt too much, to hold their cold boneless body, so you didn't allow yourself any more contact than necessary.

It is your fault.

You stay in the room where it all happened. An unbearable amount of time later, someone finds you, kneeling in a pool of blood like a broken useless doll.

"Oh, no..."

It's Merlin. He gets you out. He enchants the bodies you hold not to rot, preserving them. When your mind starts revolting and clawing at your chest, Merlin shushes you like a small child.

"Drink," he tells you, placing a tea in your hand. You do, only because the warm smell of it compels you to as intended.

Merlin keeps you sedated for a while. Sometimes you wake, groggy, laid inside his tent. He is either working on your injury, or making potions and teas. He makes you drink something that pulls you into consciousness again. And again. Perhaps he wants to spare you, but from the very first conscious inhale you take when you wake, pain devours you whole and doesn't stop until you fall into magic induced sleep again.

The fourt time you wake up, he does allow you too stay awake. For good measure, he puts a warm cup in your hand.

"That is just for the nausea," he explains, somewhat avoiding your gaze. As if he knew it was your fault, as if he blamed you and he SHOULD he should blame you-

"I didn't make it in time," Merlin confesses, taking a steaming mug for himself. This time, he is looking at you, and he looks so old and tired. Guilty. "Mordred alerted me. Told me where to look. But I was too late and now..."

He takes a small sip of his tea. "I never though I would have to live past my boy. I hoped I wouldn't. I am old enough, as you can see."

Your heart breaks. You want to throw up, to destroy the tent, to tear up the entire kingdom.

Merlin then places the pomel of a sword in your hand. You feel a wave of anguish, instantly washed down in favour of warm consolation. Excalibur grieves, and yet it tries to soothe your pain.

"Here. Hold it. It wanted to stay with you."

You swallow, and this time you might cry. For a brief moment you feel an intense desire to cut your throat with Excalibur but you know it will stay blunt.

You have to bring your King and your brother home.

#more angst but also merlin #merlin #enjoy the angst #hurt no comfort saga

[tolik-pawlusz]

There are again drawings of my evil nonbinary baby Rizen Fleim. And here is his pretty colorful life, lol.

Sample Sixteen was one of the most successful attempts to create an artificial human, into which they managed to shove the core of a dead deity. Although this child was more like a monster trying to destroy everything around him (he caused a lot of problems to his "parents" breaking their equipment), they tried to socialize him, and one day a man who took the name Rizen Fleim joined the secret police of Pomel. His colleagues were afraid of a very young officer who rose very quickly, as it was rumored that one of the research departments had disappeared without a trace because of him.

Fleim loves theater very much and would be happy to do only this hobby of his. And, probably, it would be better for everyone if he was engaged only in the theater. However, he also loved his job and always took a very creative approach to each case. And this "creative approach" scared his colleagues even more, who had seen everything in their lives.

At the age of 16, Fleim met the main character of the stories, Heiline Forwardo. Although they were supposed to be enemies, Fleim enjoyed working with Heiline whenever he got the chance. He saw in her the same kindred creative soul, although Heiline was rather afraid of such a "kinship". Fleim entered into a direct confrontation with Heiline only after he executed a 400-year-old sentence against a witch and got her core with records of the reasons for the creation of humanity on the planet Pomel. The dead deity inside him woke up and decided to start an apocalypse on the planet. Perhaps Fleim would have died then if Forwardo had not decided that he would be more useful alive than dead.

Rizen Fleim spend most of his life on Pomel as a prisoner of a witch organisation. Almost all people who knew that Rizen Fleim ever existed wanted him dead. Government wanted to kill him cause he betrayed them, witches wanted to kill him for killing one of them, usual pomelians wanted him to never exist cause he burned two cities to ashes. Heiline and her friends kept Fleim alive only to use him as a good source of information about Labyrinths of Dievas and the structure of the underground society. After many years people got used to him and his life become less unbearable.

But he could be free only when he left Pomel. He interfered with Dievas plans and ran to Terra (alternative Earth), where he changed his name and started living like he didn't do the horrible things in his youth.

#oc #my art #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #original character #fantasy #fleim #pomel #illustration #Rizen Fleim #anime art #sketch #markers #traditional art

[importantchaosgiver]

The Griffin And The Dragon:

He Returns

Summary: Two years have passed and (Y/N) is rather happy. That is, until some topics are brought up and a man from the past returns...

Warnings: Swearing, Daemon (he is a warning in himself)

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A yawn escaped (Y/N)'s mouth yet again despite her best efforts to stifle it. "Are you well, my dear?" Viserys asked from across her with a soft tone. She looked up, half asleep before being jolted back to reality. She was at breakfast with her husband, Rhaenyra and, nearby, her son, Aegon. Yes, she had brought forth a male and fulfilled the prophecy. The entirety of Concordia rejoiced upon hearing the heir to the throne was a long awaited king. And she was currently pregnant with her second child. Halfway through the pregnancy. Aegon had only just turned two years of age. He had the same silver blonde hair and violet eyes of his father. But already began showing a mischievous nature.

But, as you have guessed, (Y/N) wasn't doing alright. She gave a weak smile. "A trivial thing, my love," she said quietly. However, Viserys knew what was bothering her. It began happening after Aegon's second name day. She had began having terrible dreams. She would often wake up screaming in horror. Viserys often times woke up to it, concerned for his wife. Although, she never disclosed what these dreams contained. Whatever it was, wasn't good. However, the time for talking could be later. With the war in the Stepstones done, Daemon had returned. When (Y/N) learnt of that, she couldn't tell if her heart skipped a beat or if her heart plumated. Their last encounter going through her mind. She went to the gardens with Alicent and Aegon. Alicent loved the little prince, finding him adorable when holding his little wooden dragon. (Y/N) smiled at her son has been babbled, waving around the toy.

"What is this?" an all too familiar voice said. (Y/N) recognised that drawl anywhere. She turned around to see Daemon. His hair was far more shorter than the last time she saw him. He was masking his shock and slightly anger upon seeing her with a child in her arms and a pregnant belly. "Leave us," Katherine said to Alicent, handing Aegon over to her. Alicent knew what that meant. She curtsied, taking the child and walking away. Daemon's eyes pierced into (Y/N), but she no longer felt timid.

"You look well," she said calmly. Daemon scoffed at her civil tone. "Do not give me that bullshit. You're pregnant and carry a child with Valyrian features. Unless you married a Velyaron, you better have some explaining to do," Daemon said menacingly, taking a step forward, but she didn't back down. "In the two years you were gone, I became Queen of Concordia. And... Viserys' wife," she explained. Daemon looked ready to punch something. "And I do not believe it is any of your concern. After all, you are wed yourself. Have a good day," she said, going to walk past. But Daemon's hand shot out quickly, grabbing her bicep in an iron grip. She gasped as she was forcibly turned around. "I don't give a fuck about who you are now. Did you think I kissed you for nothing?" he hissed out. "You were married to Lady Royce. You shouldn't have kissed me in the first place," she shot back, trying to tug her arm from his grip. But he was too strong.

Before anything more could be said, footsteps were heard. Ser Criston Cole had arrived, probably having been told by Alicent. "My queen, is all well?" Criston asked, his eyes darting to Daemon, his hand on the pomel of his sword. "Quite fine, Ser Criston," she said, now succeeding in pulling her arm from his grip, ignoring the slight stinging. "Have a good day, Daemon," (Y/N) replied with a more firm tone before leaving briskly.

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(Y/N) woke up with a short scream, her skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her body trembling. Viserys jolted awake at the same time. Almost anticipating it. She rubbed her eyes as he sat up. "This isn't good for you, my love. What is it you see that causes such fear?" Viserys asked, putting a hand on her back. She took shuddering breaths, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat. Once she regained some control over her breathing patterns, she looked at her husband. She couldn't keep it secret forever.

"It's Concordia. I dream of it every night. And every night I dream the same thing. That it will fall, it will be destroyed by a cataclysm, that it will die and so will all of my people. I see such horrific things. I can't stop thinking of it. What if it is the fate of my land?" she asked, tears streaming from her eyes. Viserys gently pulled her into his arms, gently shushing her, trying to calm his wife. "I am sure it is just a dream. Nothing but the stress getting to you," he said gently, rubbing her back and pregnant stomach, hoping to soothe her. She took some deep breaths, her heart finally starting to beat normally. But (Y/N) still wasn't entirely convinced. "Come, my dear. You must rest. It isn't good for the babe," Viserys said. With a soft sigh, she laid back down and in her husband's embrace, praying to the gods that it was all just a cruel nightmare...

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We're slowly coming to the end of the series, but there is still plenty to write. I want to thank everyone who is liking this series so far. Enjoy!

#alicent hightower #daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #house of the dragon #otto hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #viserys x reader #fantasy

[sipcup]

also a pomel

#cola.art #ffxiv #p'omel dansem

[illustration-alcove]

Anne Pomel’s illustrated book cover for Mariko Turk’s The Other Side of Perfect.

#anne pomel #mariko turk #the other side of perfect #book covers #american literature

[free-mlp-art]

Either a ship between Cocoa Pomel and Countess Coloratura or a fusion of Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer. (If that’s okay?)

#mlp #mlp fusion #mlp art blog #art #fusion #ship #mlp fan kid #free-mlp-art #sunset shimmer #starlight glimmer #twilight sparkle #countess coloratura #Coco PommelFV #messy #FVK