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FR Gijinka: Sea Witch Stheno
I decided to offer a raffle prize in an in-flight raffle in plague and the winner wanted her dragon, Stheno, done as a gijinka. I tried to paint it, but all the painted results just made me unhappy so I stuck with basic colored lines. It suits the drawing better in my opinion. 

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EDIT: My friend from tumblr reblogged this with a written piece I'm wishing to share along with the piece as well because it's amazing and she's an amazing writer. Yall want some good fics to read that are fucking pretty and amazing and just gooood, please visit awaitingjudgementx on tumblr. She'll have your back no matter what.

now to the piece she wrote:

Like a siren of the sea she beckons them to her. A distant call that lures them to the distant waters, toward the horizon where she awaits them, promises dripping from her lips. Their desire is as palpable as her songs that carry across the winds, that ripple through their sails and urges them further out. Closer to her, the wind twists and turns and brings their boat faster, and the men on board holler and praise her bewitching voice.
Enchanted by her songs that sings praises, that whispers desires as the wind caresses their skin. The dark clouds that circle behind their ship go unnoticed, pushing them further out to sea and swallowing up the shore - hiding it away. They don’t hear the ripple of angry thunder through the black clouds, drowned out by her voice. The horizon is lit up by the rising sun a promising future as long as they don’t look back. Back at the billowing black clouds that echo with their sins that follow them.
The caress of whispers fades away with the wind, an empty echo through the air that leaves them stranded. Their sails falling flat, the steady pulse of the water against the hull of their ship is an echo of how far out they are, how alone they are. It’s only the crack of thunder that they turn around to see the black clouds making their way toward the ship. Stunned faces that desperately strain to hear the voice that promises to lead them to safety.
Even with eyes squeezed shut at the oncoming storm, the shadow that silently rises from the water and blocks out the sun catches their attention. Eyes peeling open as hands holding rope go as slack as their jaws, the ethereal beauty looming over them with the impassive expression. She is tall like a statue of Gods, the water glistening off her skin and the fins behind her head remind them of royalty. They bow, bending at the waist, at the knees and praise her, begging for the promises she has sung to them.
She moves, her arms lifting up and spreading out like a welcoming embrace until she tilts her head up and raises her hand, as if praising the open sky and the angry thunder that roars in the distance, growing ever closer.
The waters grow violent, and they buckle down on their ship and continue to sing her praises. Begging for her to save them, to give them what they had heard, what they tasted on the tips of their tongues. Begging for the paradise she promised. Yet she does not acknowledge them, and remains still like a stone statue of praise toward the sky. The winds rage and the water follows in suit, thrashing against the ship that rocks violently from side to side. Unfazed she stands like an incarnation of Calypso, tilting her head back down to the sailors. Each finger bends, like a ball is beneath her long nails and her arms move in.
The winds howl, and the thunder cracks loudly, the dark clouds devouring their ship and only their siren remains untouched by its anger. Each violent sway of the ship is accompanied by her hands moving closer, twisting and manipulating the air and sea to her will, the impassive face is no longer. The hints of disgust brush against the corners of her lips, in the way her eyes narrow down at the men who scream to be saved.
Their world continues to grow smaller as the water rises up, as the wind rocks them violently and the whirlpool brings them into a cycling circle. They shrink against her form, against the waves and everything bends beneath her hands until they are nothing but a sphere of spinning water and angry wind between her palms.
The rippling storm lights up the sky with lightning, the echoing of thunder that drowns out their screaming as they continue in the endless circle. Ship tossed around by the whirlpool that she had shrunken down to fit into her hands. Her towering form turns away from the shore, each step brings her further and further into the angry waters, reaching up to lash at those held within her magic.
They sing her praises instead, begging to be freed and even through the onslaught of rain and thunder they can hear her voice.
“I will escort you to Davy Jones Locker.”
Their screams are swallowed by the howling wind that grows more rapid within her hands as she descends further into the water until her form slips away. The black clouds disappear in her absence, breaking apart against the rays of the sun leaving only the rainbow to dance across the soft shower.
The woman’s feet are tired, her eyes burn with tears and her throat stings with sobs yet to be heard. The dirty and torn cloak of her lost beloved around her shoulders to keep her warm from the morning chill. The path is a weary one, it takes its toll on her in her current state but she is determined to avenge her fallen husband. Slain by sailors too arrogant to know how kind he was, and only saw to bring blood.
Another stifled sob bubbles past her lips, palms brushing against the stray tears that fall. The pathway she struggles against slowly straightens out, no longer a struggle against the uphill. Instead, her breath catches within her throat at the woman who stands at the small makeshift shrine. Her feet bring her close enough to only see the the shadows of her cloak make her features impossible to see.
It’s only when the eerie woman unfolds her hands from within her own cloak that the woman lets forth another sob. Hands immediately covering her mouth as she moves forward, carefully plucking her husband’s wedding ring and necklace.
“It’s you, it’s you.” She wants  to sing the woman praises, falling to her knees as she clutches the ring and necklace to her like a lifeline, another anguished sob pressing past her trembling lips. “Thank you, thank you!”
Remembering her own offerings, she presses her husband’s things safely into her satchel, “I have something in return,” She pulls forth the little money she has, everything to her name outstretched in her hands only to be greeted by empty space once occupied.
The wind whips through the air, ruffling against her hair and cloak and like a caress against her cheeks she looks up to the sky and clutches the items to her chest.
“Thank you.”

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Syndrone Online: Sketch
Another old haunt. I love my bunny girl avatars. Her and her excessive amounts of hair. "Bunny... humaniod thing with entirely too much hair for logic on her head." as quoted from my instagram. 
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Elk Queen
A painting I did last semester that I love very dearly, though it's not the best it could be. I had this character concept last semester of an elk queen and her mighty and smug steed. I may revisit it sometime later in life. 
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Concept - Fite Me
A quick thing for my first concept for self promotion. I like to draw head shots a lot and I like to say fite me a lot, so much so it's not unusual for me to yell it across campus to my friends when they hit my line of sight or if I have nothing better to say. Almost like a catch phrase!
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Gaia Online: Sketch
I can't escape my old haunts, to be frank. I enjoy playing with items on avatars, can't lie about that. Just a sketch that I did a rough painting on. A blind magician with invisible body parts problems, I think?
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Amber Liu
"Cause mom said I’d be crossing borders. Never be afraid even when you’re cornered. Stand up straight, fight your way..."
Borders by AMBER 

This song has been one of those that have gripped me recently especially with everything going on in my life, things I just internalize, trying to just struggle to place where I'm satisfied and happy in both my career choice and personal life. I find music a strong way to cope and heal, to remind me of encouragement from loved ones, to pull through whatever is bothering me. I know the song was a touch of personal to Amber Liu, but it's also touched me and helped to keep my head up. So here's to this song and Amber herself, for being inspiring.
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Concept - Succulent Dragon
So another concept for my self promotion class. I love dragons and I love succulents, so I decided to combined the two. This is the Encheveria "Romeo". I used 6 different photo images for the color palette to give him a hopefully beautiful color range. I want to do more of these dragon busts in the future, so please tell me your favorite succulents and I'll try my best to make dragon renditions of them, maybe? 
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Concept - Lineart
For my self promotion class, we had to come up with 4 concepts to work with and this was one of the ones I chose to try. The card's queens as monstrous creatures and myths. The queen of Spades here as an ambiguous form of a barghest. I might work more on this idea later if it's received well enough and work on the other queens and other cards. 
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It's been a while, but I'mma dump some art here. Been busy trying to figure things out since I've been off and on feeling lost with my art and I'm starting to feel back into things again.

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AnimatorRader Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2016  Student Filmographer
I FOUND YOU! HELLAAAAAAAAAAA. I was going to message you on fb, but I've been super busy, yo. TT.TT 
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Reaper-cussion Featured By Owner May 4, 2016  Student Digital Artist
AW MAN I DIDN'T KNOW YOU SENT THIS TO ME! It's honestly easier to FB me, my friend. That gets sent to my phone and all. I miss you so much! u.u
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NihiloNeko Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the watch!
Also, I hope you are enjoying it here on DA bunneh icon1 
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Reaper-cussion Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2016  Student Digital Artist
No problem!
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amadiz Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2016  Professional Artist
Yellow Heart IconRose's Rose - PEARL  Thank you for the watch! Rose's Rose - PEARL Yellow Heart Icon
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RaygunGraphics Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2016
Thank you so much for the watch!!
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Creamydigital Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the watch! My page FB if you like follow my work on social network! : www.facebook.com/creamymagique… :heart:
Have a good day!
:peace: and :love:
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Abiadura Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2016  Student General Artist
why hello loser
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Reaper-cussion Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2016  Student Digital Artist
f u nerd
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