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As some people were interesting in this x) ❄ RULES: ❄

followers only (new followers are welcomed but don’t just follow for giveaway)

both likes and reblogs are count

reblog as muсh as you want (but don’t spam your followers)

no giveaway blogs pls

when winners are announced, I’ll contact them (so have your askbox open!), and if they doesn’t respond for 3 days, I’ll pick another winner

❄ PRIZES: ❄

I’ll randomly pick 2 winners who will receive full body image (detail design, lines + flat colors) of their character redesigned or designed (if the character don’t have any visuals) by me

OCs only, no canon characters. OCs from different fandoms are ok too

I’ll draw only human or humanoid (fantasy races or human-like aliens) art, so no creatures, fully mechanical or furry characters. Also it’ll be more interesting to design someone from interesting setting, not just a guy in t-shirt and jeans Х)

Of course I’ll keep main features of your characters (race, body type, skin/hair color and so on), but be ready for some changes :D

❄❄ THE WINNERS WILL BE CHOSEN ON THE 1ST OF DECEMBER!! ❄❄ (And it’s kind of Christmas/New Year giveaway so the winners will get their art by Holidays x))

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this is so funny

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I guess since everyone is sharing their experience, I will share mine. Wildstar has been one of the turning games for me. This was the game when I discovered not only my favorite genre of character, but also met a bunch of inspiring people that, to this day, shape the way I go about things.

This game gave me some of the most interesting concepts, both through the RP it spawned and the lore it provided. I can never forget that.This game helped me create a character that I got stuck to, and thanks to the RP community, she shaped up to be who she was.

With this game coming to an end, I don’t think I will be coming back to it should it launch on private server. Or, at the very least, would be playing an entirely new character. Keeran’s story ended a while ago, with her dying, and her spirit currently wrapping things up with those she grew most attached to.

Special thanks to my circle, FCON Military. Ever since I started the game, I wanted to fill the niche in RP community, and FCON came and went. IN different iterations it existed, and the last one met the most enthusiasm and success. Thank you, guys, for making this circle live, way after I left. And thanks for wonderful community. You guys rock! Also huge shout out to Fantastic Enterprise. You guys... I can’t even begin. The only thing that was spinning in my head since I started interacting with you was “I wish I met you guys earlier”. In short months I RPed with you, I learned so much about building a story and DMing. Special thanks to @pleasantcowboykid for giving me some of the best RPs I ever had. 

My interest in Wildstar, admittedly, has vanished, and RL pulled me away from most of what I had planned. But, ultimately, I am happy I met all of you.

Hope we will meet again in other games.

#wsrp #wildstar

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I didn’t get to do an art giveaway on my birthday so I am doing it for Halloween!

I will be doing sketch busts like the pictures in this post! You are welcome to choose a color for the background/circle thing, i just chose orange because it’s ~spooky~

HOW TO ENTER: simply like OR reblog (each one counts as an entry) this post. You do not have to be a follower of mine to participate. I will draw OCs and pre-existing characters/fanart. I will draw any gender, race, body type, or species! I will draw anthro, ghouls, monsters, and stuff like that too!

RULES: - no porny stuff (cute-sexy is okay). blood/body horror is a-okay!! It is Halloween after all! - you MUST have at least ONE reference of your desired character. Even rough sketches or ingame screenshots totally count! I WON’T work from a description or collection of pictures for me to put together. - I won’t draw in another style. - I will only draw fictional characters! (if you have a face claim for your desired character that’s totally fine)

There will be 5 to 6 winners! I should have enough time for that. I will let this go for an hour or so and then I will reblog this post to announce the winners. The winners will be determined by a random generator. They will all be completed this week (a couple will be finished after Halloween, hope that’s okay)

I am excited to see what I get to draw! Thanks a bunch guys!!

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                   I recently received 666 followers!

★ Rules:  To participate just reblog this post. Multiple reblogs count (tho don’t spam). You must be following me. Giveaway Blogs will be ignored ★ The winner will be picked via random generator on October 30 I will DM you here on tumblr or my discord Nonie(autodi)#5247/ [email protected]  If I don’t get reply in 48 hours I will pick another winner.

★ I DRAW:

OC(wow, lol, wildstar, anyone, other), fanart, anthro

★ I DO NOT DRAW:

Real people , tranformers, monster, futachan/femboys, nsfw

★ Artwork will be done with the line and simple± color.

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Alex Perry prefall 2018

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KIA: Keeran Chernikova

“It is with great regret we inform you that Keeran Chernikova’s body has not been located. Scientist came to the unsatisfying conclusion that she was incinerated upon impact. Black box readings show exactly that. FCON Commander, Durek Stonebreaker, has declared her Killed in Action and expresses deepest condolences to her unit and relatives.”

Prolonged absence of Catalina and Vera were also unsettling, despite her resigning them being home simply when she is away.  The lights around the house were dimmed, safe for that crack of the grey flame from the fireplace. As the day passed, her house was getting colder. Sometimes, it felt that it had no windows, as the snowflakes were floating in the air. Each step was met with a hollow echo.  It seemed that the world around her was becoming dull. Colorless. She had those days back on Arboria, sometimes.Today, however, she was somewhat relieved to be alone, as her mother said she is coming over.  Helen Briarwood, a stately aurin winemaker. Matron for many in Raeha, she was Keeran’s coast of sanity. She came over every weekend, Keeran recalls, as she sets the table. Except she never quite had a chance to see Vera yet. How odd. Every now and again, Helen would sit down, and Kee would kneel, and lay her head on her lap, as her mother would brush through her hair. The two would spend a lot of time wallowing on past mistakes. Sometimes, her fathers would come too, and have a little brawl. But, all in all, she was not doing too bad. Even now, as she feels her mother’s fingers massage her scalp, she could hear a promise. “You will be with us soon, honey...” And just as she was about to hug her mother, she heard a cry upstairs. Vera was restless. Only, when she opens the door, she is once again on the Island, just before the boarding begins. They were about to go to Gnox.

#wsrp #keeran chernikova #wildstar

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Well, it happened. 

Can’t say I am surprised but, at the same time... Kind of sad to see it go. This game and this community gave me the best times and best RPs I had in a while.

Been a fun ride, guys.

#wsrp #wildstar

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MIA: Keeran Chernikova. The Search Continues.

“The search team reported little success in finding the life signs or recovering the body of Keeran Chernikova, who was shot down by enemy forces near southern asteroid belt above Nexus.

Her gunship Harrower, also known as Exile Matron, was found near the entrance to the mine, and is currently being evaluated by the specialists.Currently some of the cargo was recovered, however whereabouts of the pilot and the black box are to be determined. Our lead detective, Kiran Seer, suspects that local wildlife might have picked it apart.

This was not the first time Miss Chernikova’s life was in danger. Previosuly an assassination attempt was made a year ago in summer, when the then Commander of Blue Phoenix was found stranded in the cave, under the rumble and injured. “This might just be a very similar scenario.” Miss Seer closes.”

By the time Kee came back home, the house was quiet, and rather cold, which was to no surprise. Blizzard was strong, as the local nature was preparing for the autumn and then - winter itself. It was only natural that the temperature would drop significantly. The aurin barely held onto the doors, gust of snow blowing into the dimly lit mansion. Catalina, the auntie, has long since fell asleep in her little room on the other end. Night lamp lights danced through the door cracks, purple and orange lights interchanging on the floor tiles. Keeran decided against waking her up, and ,instead, go check on her daughter. Vera was just as soundless. She laid on her back, little hands balled in fists, tiny nostrils flaring. She hummed in her sleep - usually a good sign. The kit was too precious to disturb, yet Keeran could not help but trace the edge of the finger along the baby’s chubby cheek, and flick the loose black hair strand off her face. 

“If only my mother saw you,” she whispers, “She’d not let you go. Or my dads. Oh, Alek loved you...” Vera clenched her fists and relaxed. The sudden shift caused Kee to fall quiet, yet she hardly could leave her side. As if something was not allowing her to. The woman opens her palm, and gently tucks her baby in the covers. It was getting cold.

The peaceful moment was interrupted with a loud howl of the blizzard, and Vera shifts and suddenly begins crying. So loudly that Keeran panicked. “Shhh, baby!” she hushes, but it was too late, and she could hear footsteps approaching.

“Oh honey... nasty storm not letting you sleep... It’s okay, sweetie.” Catalina coos as she approaches the craddle, picking the baby up. Vera clings to her caretaker for all dear. Her purple teary hues seem to stare at the drawer, little hand reaching out. 

Before Keeran could say anything, she only saw the Mordesh woman walk out, still trying to soothe the terrified youngling. “Mommy will be home soon.” she reassures, “Just you wait, and she will be there.” Keeran woke up on the couch, in the residential building.

#wsrp #wildstar #keeran chernikova

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Keeran found herself wrapped in her jackets, crisp breeze annoyingly breezing into the entrance. She held the door open, and knocked the tip of one heeled boot against the ankle, to shake the white clumps of snow out. The Lost Hills were usually quiet, especially at this time of day. She brushes the snow off her black hair and sweeps loose particles off the entrance. Keeran did not want to admit the novelty of coming back home. When did I get home?

Just before she looks over her shoulder, her comm unit buzzes. “ Keeran.. you there?” the message says. Marcus.

She clicks her tongue and goes to pick up the datapad. “ Are you well?” she types the response.

“No, I'm not.. could ya come over to the office?”

After some time, substantial amount, he would get a notification of a visitor. Keeran looked tired. Sleepless. To the point her makeup was a mask. She seemed hard at work but stopped by on her hover bike and waiting by the door. Knocking.

The door would be opened, not by Marcus, but a tired, and equally stressed looking Perrin, the Head Chef of the Bunkhouse, and one of Marcus's three sub-managers. It was fair to say he looked like utter shit.  He looks at her with a quirked brow. "Huh.. didn;t expect to be seein' you again.." He steps aside to let her inside the office building."I assume your here for Marcus right?"

"Yes." she adjusts her collar as she passes. Her high heels clank as she walks. "Urgent business."

Perrin thumb points behind him towards the stairs. "Up that way.. better catch him now, seem's he's leavin'.""Or at least gettin' ready to leave." The old Aurin takes out a cigarette and a lighter, placing it between his lips, and lighting it.

She furrows her brows and steps in front of Perrin. No. Asking him questions is pointless. She storms to fetch Marcus.

Perrin just watches her storm past, puffing a cloud of smoke out. "Fuckin' damn.. not pityin' Marcus right about now." He says under his breath, shaking his head. Marcus in the meantime, was in his room. A couple large cases were sitting on the floor next to his bed, and another case was actually on his bed, one he was still packing things into, clothes, belts, boots, and even his rifle and ammo.

She steps inwards, eyeing what she was forced to eye. Her eyebrow perks up. "What is the meaning of this?"

Marcus looks up from his packing over at Keeran, a stoic look on his face. He breathes a sigh as he looks back to his opened up case. "Preparations for.. a long journey."

Keeran's ears wilt some as she once again seeks his expression for any clues. "And I doubt this trip is related to midlife crisis."

"Hnh.." His Eyebrows furrow slightly as he resumes putting items in the case sitting on the bed, extra ammo packs, some spare datachron's, tools. "A little more related than I'd like it to be."  Over on his desk by the doorway sat a rectangular wooden box, the lid opened up, showing the various pictures, a few keepsakes, and other sorted items that may have meant something once. All the pictures seem to contain either Marcus with a woman next to him, Marcus on his own, the Woman on her own, or in the case of just one picture, himself, the woman, and their child in the woman's arms Next to it however was a letter, a long letter.. and at the bottom of it, was a Dominion Houses seal.

"Family." she concludes and looks up at him. She narrows her lips and turns sharply on her heel, facing the exit. "You have sufficient space for a fast ship?" she says reaching over the earpiece.

"Yeah.. Family." he grabs a hold of one last item, a long Bowie knife, bearing a carving in the handle of a ship of some kind, with the words 'Howler' inscribed on the blade itself. Instead of placing it in the pack, he instead sets it back into its sheath, and secures it to his belt, before closing up the case on the bed and pulls it up onto its side. "I already have a place on a ship headin' out from here.. courtesy of your old Second in Command, Rokk." He picks up one of the straps that was on the bottom of the case on his bed, and pulls them over his shoulders, the case clearly being a military-style backpack. He looks back over to her.He steps around his bed to kneel down and collect his other two packs from the floor, hoisting them up from the floor in both hands, before turning back to face Keeran in the doorway.

"Second?" she peers at him but shakes her head. "Fine. I will pilot then." she says and faces him. Her emotions were hard to read but they were always. She was worried. Concerned. Maybe something else. "Hey..." she adds quietly.

"Yeah.. Asked him about it at Suki's Teahouse."  He rolls his shoulders a bit. "Not exactly up to me whose piloting the damn thing Kee.. Its his ship." He looks back at her, quirking a brow up. "Something wrong?"

Her attitude shifts. From what might be sincere to the business woman mode. "I have a better one I brought from Ekose for a pretty penny." she grunts. "I am FCON. I am bringing it in."

"Keeran.."

She sighs and shakes her head, clearly holding herself back. All she says is "Let's get you reunited." At that she tries to storm off.

"Keeran..! Fuckin' hell.." he follows after her.

She stops, if only for a moment, but keeps going. Her ears are semi-wilted. She turns back to him and clank of heels stops.

He comes to a stop before her. "What the fuck do you think your doing? This isn't /your/ fight. You've got obligations here." He looked down at her with a frustrated expression.. Something was not setting right with him.

"I will make it my flight." she says and exhales. "My mission from the beginning was to go there. And.. Plant myself deep within the society to destroy the Dominion once and for all. It's the Plan." she twirls her wrist. And then, another confession comes out of her mouth before she can stop it. "I just want you to be happy."

His hands clenched the straps of his cases tighter.. Mission, plan.. it all smelled as rotten as barrel fish to him. Plant herself Within Dominion Society? One might as well try closing a blackhole.. Though he gets to thinking it over a bit.. was she really this dogmatically committed? His expression narrows at her, especially at that last part.. 'I want to make you happy.' "Happy.. You want to make me happy? That right? Happy? Because Everything your suggesting inspires no such feeling Keeran. Infiltrate Dominion Society to topple it? Don't be fuckin' stupid." He pushes past her and begins walking down the stairs. "Besides, I'm sure Vera would much prefer to still /have/ a mother to show her the path to being an Exile, not a fuckin' dead parent she can scarcely remember."

As he pushes past her, she grunts. "Well I am not letting you not come back either. If you are in that much of a hurry means it's bad. Unless you take regular trips to Cassus." she retorts, going after him.

He stops once he reaches the base of the stairs.. breathing a sigh "I'm not going to Cassus.."He rounds the corner, spotting Perrin on his.. yep, that's his second cigarette.  Perrin was already by the door, holding it open already.

"Where are you going then?"

"To where that rat fuck of a Captain has taken her.. and my son." He doesn't stop as he answers, stepping out the doorway and going down the stairs. Ahead of the doorway was a Grinder, with a couple of the mine workers close to it. Perrin looks on at the two, shaking his head at it all, puffing a cloud of smoke out.As he came to a stop by the vehicle, he'd hand off the two cases in his hand to the two members of the mine staff, whom would promptly move to settle them into storage compartments affixed to the Grinder itself. Marcus then turns back around to head back towards the building.  "But by all means, go on your little suicide run if it means so much to you to leave your own kin behind, really fuckin' smart thinkin' there."

"And what if you will die instead?" she sighs, still following him. No one understood her mission of course. And now she made a fool of herself. "You wanted to see me for a reason."

"At least I'm opting to go with those who will have my back.." He stops after saying this, and now stood in the main hall off the office building again.  In truth, his mission wasn't that much less suicidal than her own.. even if he had the extra help, anything could happen. He breathes a sigh. "I did.." He turns back around to look back at her.  "And with everythin' I've heard since you came up, I'm not sure whether it'll make any damn difference anymore. But hell, might as fuckin' well say it." "I wanted to tell you I was headin' off world, with your old unit.. and I figured that just maybe, you'd want to tag along, with.. Vera in tow." He stated it simply, and plainly.. yet his expression showed there was more to be said than just that. Not to mention his body language, specifically his fists clenching tightly. "At least then maybe the poor girl would get to spend a bit more time with her mother before she can be confused on why she's not come home."  He spoke with a viscious tone."But for all I know, thats just too much extra baggage to deal with for you.. better to just up and be done with everything one has ever known and just vanish with no explanation." He then turns back around, turns the corner, and heads up the stairs.

Something about all of this seemed.. wrong. Sure, he sounded angry, but there almost seemed as though there was more to it than that.. as if something was also influencing these words, more so than what has already been said, and more so than what has already been done. Assuming Keeran was listening to her connection to the Weave, it would tell her something about Marcus was wrong.. something was just not right here.  What that may be however wasn't clear.

Keeran was blind to the weave, but her experience... He was not wrong in saying that, and perhaps she was zealous. Or. He just did not see where she was coming from. "My family doings are my own, Marcus." she says sternly, however her expression softens there and then. She comes up to him  and tilts her head. "Marcus... What is wrong?"

Marcus had stopped by in his room to collect one last thing.. that small rectangular wooden box of memories, along with that letter.. At Keerans question, he sighs, standing there, and looking over to her. He knew right where she was coming from.. in his experience with her, she has done what she could to try and make things accomodating for him when she could.. granted with some.. questionable outcome at best. However that was only one instance.. and perhaps he was being a bit unfair to her. He looks back down at the box.. he reaches inside to pick out the one picture with himself, his wife, and his kid in it.. his expression growing softer.  "I've already let down enough people by turnin' tail and runnin' once.. lettin' others pay the price for it in exchange." "But while I'm done with runnin', I'm not stupid enough to think I can just do this on my own.." He sets the picture back inside the box, takes the letter and rolls it up, placing it inside as well, and then closing the box up.  "But I refuse to let others that I care about die on my behalf."

She shakes her head at that. "I committed my life to the Exiles. Every one of them. Should I disappear, Vera will be taken care of away from Dominion's reach." she says, in attempt to reassure him somehow. This was.. different of course. He might see conflict in her face. Perhaps something she tried to quell. "I will not let you go alone. I..." she swallows hard. Perhaps now was the good time. "I care about you." she admits, putting as much weight to that word as she could. It was a titanic effort to admit that. "Therefore, I will come with you."

She was very much a devoted Exile.. that was never a question to him. It was her dogmatic nature that had him concerned the most. He pockets the small wooden box before looking back over to her. He could see the conflict in her expression.. knowing Keeran, this is perhaps the first time he's seen her bare such a look.  As she says those four words, he looks almost a bit surprised.. So surprised he's not even really sure how to respond for a few moments. Her declaration is what breaks his stalemate on words, but he pauses himself a moment to consider his next words.. When he does, he speaks. "Then meet me at the Island. Rokk's ship'll be leavin' this comin' Sunday."

With that, he walks past her, setting a hand on her shoulder as he passes by, before heading back down the stairs.

She remains there, watching him as he descends. She had no reason to be up there. Nor here anymore. She said what she needed to say. "Don't you dare leave without me." the aurin finally says. Her tail was not even curled. It laid limp, draped over the steps, and as she trurns to walk away, it lifts only slightly. These days her ears and tail were rarely up. She was tired.

He stops as he hears her speak up again, and he only turns his head slightly to his left. "Then don't be late." He then continues to walk down the steps.

At that, he will hear the sound of receding high heel clanks, and she finally closes the door behind her if not stopped. Late? Keeran? Perhaps but not now.

#wsrp #wildstar #keeran chernikova #marcus schmidt

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Father always said she was “born wearing a shirt” - a Mordesh idiom to describe someone so lucky they were born not like the others. And, as far as clothes went, Keeran glanced down at herself. She was dusty, her suit torn in places, and the shatters of her helmet were sticking from the sand. Surprisingly no blood. Hardly a luck, but, perhaps a narrow escape? When she awoke she saw.... Too much to process. The asteroid dust was slowly falling. The scent of smoke and ash clogged her nostrils, made it difficult to breathe. Between the haze of sleep and exhaustion embers sparked. Fire. Warmth. Shelter. Wherever she was, she needed to find somewhere to hide for the night. Harrower did not resemble what it once was, a repainted and heavily modified Dominion gunship, among the Lost Island residents also known as an Exile Matron. It was feared by pirates, Dominion itself, even. Nowhere comparable to Ekose craft, if flown by a professional, it was a death machine. But now? Now it was as good as a beat up piece of scrap. Wings were scorched and melted, and front window was completely busted, some parts were missing or long turned to ash. Still,red light was beeping lightly. An alert that, Kee estimated, would last for couple of minutes. Any other functions are done for. With nothing else to salvage, not even a single article of food, Kee curled up under the wing of the ship. She had to figure out a plan.She usually did.

#wsrp #wildstar #keeran chernikova

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Lost signal reaches Guy’s comm.It’s jumbled, it’s messy. But unmistakably, it sounds like her voice.

“I-... M-m-[bzzzzz]sss you....Ha-aaa[BBZZZZZT shhhhhhhhhBZZZZZSHHHHH] anniversary.”

---- @pleasantcowboykid

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MIA: Keeran Chernikova

Prominent Exile politician and former Commander of three FCON units, Keeran Chernikova has been reported missing. 

During the mission to hold back Dominion attackers from annexing the small Asteroid mining compound, her fighter “Harower” was tracked down and shot by two enemy vessels, after which the ship sent an emergency signal and crash-landed. Miss Chernikova’s body, as well as the black box, are yet to be located.

#wsrp #wildstar #keeran #fcon

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Alexander McQueen | Pre-Fall 2009

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So many of you who enjoy my groovy undead people. I greatly appreciate that you’ve stuck with me so far! GUIDELINES⋆ 1. Must be a follower 2. Likes & reblogs both count. Max two reblogs per blog. 3. No giveaway-blogs or bots ART REWARDS⋆ 1st place: half body in color 2nd place: bust in color 3rd place: bust sketch

Original characters, MMO characters, fan art, a portrait of yourself; they’re all game! No NSFW, max two characters per illustration. Deadline is August 1st, 2018! The winners will be contacted and must respond within 24 hours, or I will pick a new winner. Good luck, and thank you so much for following me!

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LOve, love, LOVE!

Doodled some Aurin today during break! First one is of my OC Rosemary Honeysuckle and the second is Keeran Chernikova who belongs to @thelostisland-wildstar

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Zareena | Spring/Summer 2015