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Illustration from An Essay on Symbolic Colours Frederic Portal, 1845
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glyretic · 2 months
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Hello there!
I'm glyretic, digital artist from Poland.
I create monster/creature designs and original artwork. Mostly in dark themes.
Nice to meet you, and welcome to my page.
I use tags: #character design #adoptable [character designs for sale] #oc [personal content with original characters] #tes #tes oc [The Elder Scrolls related content] #gore #blood [can appear occasionally]
Don't use pictures with my characters or my designs, respect their owners.
My social media with more art:
glyretic.carrd.co
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illustratus · 9 months
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Fire Dancers by FuFu Frauenwahl
Latin palindrome- In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni  “We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire.” — Virgil
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jwitless · 2 months
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My epitome of Eren: a fallen angel who cut off the wings himself. ⠀ Since his first act with that knife. Throwing away what’s left good to become a monster. ⠀ All argues between fans about whether Eren was right or wrong in his final decision perfectly illustrates the eternal trolley problem. Would you sacrifice your beloved ones for the good of unknown people? Giving one same answer is not in the nature of people. ⠀ It’s a blessing to not know the future. All consequences of every decision. There is no hope for the best left, no room for mistakes and theories. ⠀ I suppose it’s inevitable to become a psycho if you know the future. So I think Eren’s character development is a genius piece of art. ⠀ Thank you, Hajime Isayama.
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eyesaremosa1cs · 10 months
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ghoulysaphomet · 3 months
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She met his eyes.
"was it worth it? was it worth your life?"
He didn't hesitate; "Yes"
She had expected that answer. She changed the question.
"was it worth your death?"
The raven looked on, taking in the picture of bones. A grave marked with the Corvus. She'd watched over him since that day.
He didn't say it. But she could tell, she could feel it. Flashes of bright green, scalpels, and burning cold in his soul.
He didn't say it. Still, she knew it.
"No"
Recently read the fic worth the war underneath my skin by @underforeversgrace got really inspired by it. This drawing doesn't have anything really to do with the fic it was just the inspiration! Fics still fkn dope tho and i recommend it lol
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luxudus · 3 months
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    They we were one of the first civilizations to walk the universe.
    They began their existence 10 billion years before our kind ever evolved. In a time where space itself was warm.
    The cosmos were barren and silent. Despite their curiosity there was nobody to talk to
    They didn't weep however. They realized the importance they held and they could make history.
    So they did, They did it by playing god.
    Their love for life had no limit, and so they seeded the stars with countless biospheres.    Through this cosmic garden, they raised sapience. They uplifted millions of species across the universe one at a time.
    They looked over every sophont they created and occasionally found. And took great care to keep them safe from any chance of extinction.
    They taught them how to build a utopia, and how to use their organic technology.
    They guided every younger civilization every step of the way throughout history.
In a way they thought of the younger civilizations as their children.
    They are the technological pinnacle of the universe.
    They bent reality to create floating architecture and multi-dimensional superstructures that defied the very laws of physics.
    They created the Understars, an entire parallel universe just to ease travel in our own reality.
    They even went as far as being able to temporarily reverse to flow of time in portions of space to undo mistakes to grave to make.
    And even learned how to convert thermal energy back into mechanical energy. Delaying the heat death of the universe.
    Look at the night sky the same way the hubble telescope looked at it through the deep field image.
    Millions of galaxies in every square centimeter of your vision.
    Every single one holding tens to hundreds of billions of stars and countless planets.
    Theres so many galaxies in total that it'd turn the night sky a deep gold if you could see the full scale
And almost every single one of them used to be under their rule.
    In their folly to find giants in the stars, they took the mantle and became the very giants.
    They managed to foster one of the biggest and most diverse empires to ever exist.
    And they did all this so they would no longer be alone. And ultimately decided that no one else should either.     They were self-made gods.
    They were the Factorem.
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    Got the urge to paint this out of nowhere, and proceeded to completely struggle to write anything abt this for the rest of the day. This is the same project as the vraun guy but are technically "good guys". In this project's story they and one other species set everything in motion
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 2 months
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gravity-rainbow · 11 months
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Clarice Lispector The Abstract is Symbolic
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starfiresky · 5 months
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“The Chain of Memories”
The pictures inside the chains are screenshots of cutscenes from the kh2 and kh3 openings. A few were also pulled from 358/2 Days to include Xion’s memories.
I just wanted to do a little tribute to Naminé 💕
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kafkasapartment · 7 months
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The Bather, 1931.
Rockwell Kent, 1882–1971. Wood engraving.
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glyretic · 1 month
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brightvoid · 24 days
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Stefano Rigon
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thatgirl4815 · 7 months
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Working theory: Sand has had enough of Ray's back-and-forth over him and Mew, of being thrown away when he's not needed, of this shitty friend group ruining his life. His patience has been worn too thin. So in a fit of rage, what does he do? Takes a bat to Ray's convertible.
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jwitless · 2 months
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Mother ILLUSTRATION FOR THE BOOK BY ANAYT GRIGORYAN 'The Village on the Oredezh River'
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pratchettquotes · 1 year
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Rincewind dodged through a courtyard crisscrossed with washing lines and stopped, panting, with his back to the wall.
Although it was against his general principles, it was perhaps time to stop and think.
People were chasing him. That is to say, they were chasing a running figure in a faded red robe and a very charred pointy hat.
It took a great effort for Rincewind to come to terms with the idea, but it was just possible that if he was wearing something else he might not be chased. [...]
The palace was almost a city in its own right, said the voice of reason. It must be full of people on all sorts of errands, it added.
It would mean...taking off our hat, it added.
Rincewind hesitated. It would be hard for a non-wizard to grasp the enormity of the suggestion. A wizard would sooner go without his robe and trousers than forgo his hat. Without his hat, people might think he was an ordinary person.
Terry Pratchett, Interesting Times
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