#velka art

[velka-art]

A part two added.

Sometimes it’s really hard to process…

#moondrop #sundrop #fnaf #security breach #fnaf security breach #velka art #eclipse #ruin dlc

[velka-goddess-of-sin]

I've wanted to draw things for a long time but it's hard!!!!

here's a wipe I don't plan on finishing. I think it went ok

her name's Tulip I love her dearly

#sonic oc #tulip the seedrian #velka art #oc art

[velkavelkavelka]

Our lady of sin... (in two color variations!)

#my art #dark souls #i think im not very good at replicating dark souls' aesthetic #anyway this is my namesake #actual best girl of the dark souls series #velka #goddess of sin

[maranigai]

Some comic pages with no particular order and without text.

these are all from my heavily headcanon comic about Oolacile royal family

#my art #dark souls #manus father of the abyss #furtive pygmy #velka goddess of sin #dusk of oolacile #a lot of headcanons #no context we die like the age of fire

[drangknight]

hot mama hot papa and a wee firstborn !

#me drawing nk again but this time a generation removed #hot papa!!! #dark souls #gwyn #velka #ugh i guess ill tag him too... #nameless king #art

[hattiestgal]

What would you say is the funniest/most amusing way Riley has developed from their initial design? (asking this since I'm just figuring out that my true(ish)sona, rather than being some big ol critter of their own, is literally the tailmaw that's a part of my fursona's newest (wip) design. Funny that, huh?)

Hm... funnily enough, I think the most entertaining thing about their development is how little they've changed as a character! Well, they've very much changed, but their defining traits have sorta been there since day one, y'know? Gay mess of an nb bass playing fen with lotsa childhood trauma. There have been some things that got tried out and scrapped, though!

I think the most notable one is that a character I haven't touched in a bit was initially gonna be Riley's love interest, an axolotl named Velka!

An EVEN GAYER mess of a local coffee shop owner, who to this day still probably has a dumb crush on the fox. I should bring her back...

#hat answers #my art #my ocs #Velka #rileys existence feuled a lot of this characters #i dunno if this was exactly what you were asking and lemme know if it wasnt #but yeah! #also tailmaws are real neat! im excited to see your sona if you end up sharing them!

[seaquestions]

in the distance you hear a loud kehehehe (alongside a slightly less loud kehehehe)

#dark souls #velka goddess of sin #oswald of carim #niksartstuffs #i wanted to draw a more detailed design (& a funny lil comic featuring oswald) but im not in the art zone rn unfortunately #i also wanted 2 draw my fina design. theres basically nothing abt her so i get make it all up... kehehe... #what's stopping me from imagining fina as a disembodied bundle of arms? no wait it's cooler than it sounds i swear

[cryindollhouse]

ayo quess who hasn't died yet (surprisingly)

#dark sun gwyndolin #chosen undead #chosen undead x dark sun gwyndolin #because he deserved love #you can't judge me my peeps i just love him and i think he deserved the world #or one fool who will burn himself for him #fuck yeee #dark souls art #kinda #velka will not forgive this sin

[salamanding]

My latest (and greatest (?)) illustration!

Fake book cover illustration of my D&D characters exploring a dungeon! Here’s some details from it:

This is Sukha, a Tiefling wolf totem barbarian from a glacial village, also stricken with lycanthropy. She/they

This is General Darius Everhart, Aarakocra (formerly human) fighter with a superiority complex and a fascination with magic ever since being brought back from the dead with a reincarnation spell. He/him

This is Velka, a chaotic evil cleric in begrudging servitude to a lawful good familial deity, thinks her outfit counts as “studded leather armor.” She/her

This is Frigate, a Kenku bard with gremlin energy and a trusty hurdy-gurdy. He/him

Some random beholder I guess, lives in this particular dungeon.

Buckle up cause I’m also gonna get in-depth with my art process below.

I start every drawing with a very very rough sketch in red, usually with a low opacity on top of a gray background. This sketch helps me establish composition.

On top of the red sketch, still in reduced (but not as low as with the red) opacity, is the blue sketch. Just a slightly more refined version of the red sketch, often I have to move some things around to make sure the composition really works.

With the blue sketch as a guide I’m able to do my favorite part!! Line drawing!!

Coloring mostly inside the lines like the mostly good girl I am, I create a grayscale value sketch, helps guide me later when I actually fill in the real colors and values.

(To be continued)

#art #character design #illustration #character drawing #sketch #dungeons and dragons #d&d art #fantasy art #art process

[fattybattysblog]

Friend, Please (Chapter 6)

Fandom: Kirby/Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Gen | Teen

Characters: Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Velka | Arcta Knight (OC)

Summary: They should be used to desperate people making horrible decisions by now, but somehow it always goes too far before anyone does anything about it. A person fell prey to the empty promises of dark, powerful hearts to become Arcta Knight. As they make their mark on Dreamland, Meta Knight grows anxious about the encroaching danger and leaves suddenly to prepare for a duel like no other.

AO3 | SqWA | Quotev

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Swordfighting, Original Villain Character, Gijinka Kirby Characters

@ocappreciationtag

(Cover art done by Dean, edited together by me)

False Knight

Correspondence from the remaining former opponents came quickly after Dark’s video call. They would be arriving soon. Meta Knight was thankful they were so willing to meet with him, even if they wouldn’t be joining him on the journey itself. He had his reservations about Dark’s cooperation, but the danger that rogue posed was too great to let it worry him for too long.

His encounter with Arcta Knight played in his head again. Every moment of silence was plagued with her cutting tone and the smell of blood. Meta Knight tried to shake it off, but it wasn’t easy. There was too much he didn’t know and it stuck to him.

Who was she? And who did she work for? Getting rid of her was first in his mind, but the anxious pricking behind his temple couldn’t drop the concern of her employer. He wasn’t sure what was the higher priority. Surely something he could sort out once Magolor arrived. And, though he didn’t have much trust in Marx, he at least knew where they could find the Galactic Nova for another Knight to assist them.

He would have to await the Lor Starcutter before he could do anything off planet, assuming Arcta Knight wasn’t simply hiding out on Popstar. In the meantime, Meta would travel to the sky to free Dark from the Dimensional Mirror. It still rested in that odd, dreamlike place high above Dreamland. Left as an abandoned prison for the warrior that dared to challenge him in the name of a master long since defeated.

Meta Knight returned to the balcony, casting one last glance at the land ahead before turning his gaze to the pinkish cotton in the sky. His cape was, once more, replaced by his wings The wings of a Knight were powerful and agile. Capable in battle for both offense and defense.

He took off into the sky, barreling towards the Central Circle where the Dimensional Mirror stood. He flew fast, his wings tearing through the wind as he climbed high through the clouds. Finally, he burst through the ground and rose above the grand mirror, dropping down onto the platform before it.

Abandoned. Covered in the dust and damage of their scuffle from long ago with no one bothering to care for it. The Dimensional Mirror’s surface was empty despite the figure standing before it. Meta froze. How did she get here without his knowledge? So close to the castle and completely under his radar.

Arcta tilted her head at the empty glass. Without a word, she reached out to it and lightly touched her gloved fingertips to the surface. The glass shimmered, gradually reflecting her, Meta, and the heavenly surroundings.

“Strange… I don’t recognize you.” Arcta muttered. Meta Knight grimaced, his expression hidden to her. The lights behind her mask shifted, catching him in the mirror. Though his reflection was uncanny. De-saturated. She squinted at it, curious.

“Nor you.”

“How did you know about this place?” Meta narrowed his eyes. The mirror was merely a fable to the people of Popstar. Though those in Dreamland knew of it and the miracles it once could accomplish, surely someone outside wouldn’t know it’s existence. A part of Meta refused to believe a monster could come from his planet.

“It’s odd. Though I know it’s me, it’s hard to believe it.” She said, choosing to ignore his question. He studied her, carefully stepping forward. His wings remained exposed, folded behind him.

“Becoming a Knight is like warping a reflection… surely it’s you, but there’s something small. Something wrong. Do you ever notice it? How you’ve changed to be some… noble hero,” Arcta tilted her head ever so slightly, “do you ever recall the past you left behind? When we weren’t Knights?”

“You’re no Knight.”

A tense silence fell over them. Arcta’s hand never left the glass. She never turned to him. Meta kept his sword sheathed. It seemed she knew he’d never cut someone down while their back was turned.

A sharp crack broke the silence. Smaller, grittier clicks following close on the sound’s heels. A break split up the middle of the Dimensional Mirror from where Arcta’s hand pressed on the glass. She subtly increased the force in her touch making more gritty clicks, more cracks in the surface. The reflection of Meta Knight split between each of the, now separated, mirrors. But one of them was that off, uncanny ghost she kept her eyes on. He seemed panicked, but no voice escaped the glass.

Meta swiftly drew Galaxia and leaped over her to put himself between her and the mirror. Arcta simply stepped back from it, drawing her own blade in return.

“I’m not letting you escape this time.” Meta said. He slashed at her, catching her blade and putting all the force he could muster behind his push. Arcta’s arm shook, struggling to handle his attempt to subdue her.

He beat his wings, adding to his push. She never opened hers. That only solidified Meta’s assertion. A true Knight would have wings bestowed upon them once they finished their training and achieved the coveted title.

As if to show his own pair off, he beat them harder, casting wisps of clouds to whip up around them. Meta grit his teeth.

“Do you ever think about the past?” Arcta grunted, using both hands to face his force.

“Shut up!”

Arcta’s eyes glinted and she growled. The violet lights appeared to burn as her arms steadied. From her fur-lined cape spread a set of white, feathered wings. The force of their appearance knocked Meta off balance and she shoved him back.

Meta was stunned, blinking in incredulity at the feathers that floated down around them.

“Wh—“

“You seem surprised,” Arcta’s voice darkened, her wings shuddering as she rolled her shoulders. She unclasped her cape, tossing it aside and out of the way. Meta found that unusual. Wings, but they’re not related to her cape.

“Illegitimate. Just like your title.” Meta said, steadying himself.

“That’s all you care about.” She huffed. The frustration in her voice traveled down her arm and to her sword, gripped tight and sturdy. She launched at him, her wings pulled close to her body. He braced for her attack. Her wings snapped open and she leaped over him, aiming for the cracked glass.

Meta darted into the way. Their slashes glanced off of each other’s blades and sent sparks flying. Arcta flew up again to bring her weight crashing down on him. He followed her into the air, climbing high above the land of clouds.

Their wings beat in unison as they climbed. Arcta attempted to deter him with infrequent arctic attacks. Blocks and daggers of ice sent hurtling down at him as he followed her. He was agile, weaving and dodging the magic projectiles without breaking a sweat. She grimaced, bringing down her sword once he finally reached her.

Their swords met with every strike. No matter where Meta aimed, she was there to deflect him and for her the same. She was formidable. At any distance he attempted to put between them, she would send sharpened spears of ice after him and the mirror. Protecting both himself and the fragile glass was difficult.

Luckily, Meta had some magic of his own.

He sliced at her, keeping close to discourage her magic. She was quick to catch his blade. Closing his wings around himself, he vanished from her sight. Arcta blinked and searched for him with her wing beats becoming more frantic.

Meta appeared behind her, slamming the hilt of Galaxia into her and sending her careening for the ground below. She snapped her wings open, catching herself before she could crash and landing with some difficulty.

“Damn you.” She growled through grit teeth.

Meta glared at her from his position far above. The sun at his back blinded Arcta, forcing her to squint against the assault on her sense. She would have this ability herself, if she were worthy.

She straightened, her wings opening wide. Arcta raised her hand overhead, holding a palm out to Meta. The air chilled instantly, his breath coming out in white fog. His eyes widened and he turned just in time, breaking one large shard of ice before it could reach him. Two more formed from the freezing air and hurtled straight for him.

The ice exacerbated the light. She couldn’t aim as well as she had hoped. But the projectiles were large enough that they should manage fine a little off target. Close enough that his warp trick would take too long. While he was distracted with those, she approached the mirror.

The ice shattered high above, crashing into each other and scattering debris across the ground. Arcta Knight took her blade in both hands and drove her blade into the glass.

As the tip of the sword approached the cracked glass, the space warped in between her and the mirror. Meta materialized in the path of her strike, grabbing the base of the metal with his gauntlet, stopping the sword from progressing further.

The remaining length of her weapon found itself nestled into his torso where the armor was regretfully absent. A slight darkening in the cloth gave way to a welling of red blood that spilled over the sharpened edge.

Arcta paused.

They stood silently for a moment before she retrieved her sword and stepped away from him, staring at it. Her gaze flickered from the stain on her weapon to the wound in his body. There was a tremble in her wings as she retreated from him, gathering up her cape and stepping off of the clouds, vanishing beneath the heavenly ground.

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#battyfics #fanfic #oc #original character #kirby fanfic #kirby #tw blood #tw death #fanfiction #ocappreciation #kirby right back at ya #ao3

[gargoylegirlcock]

character developing... i adopted Velka, the harpy on the right, from @snejkha and ive decided the siren on the left, Locke is her personal butler/assistant since, you know, she doesn't have hands. its at-will employment and she pays very well.

over the course of their working relationship Locke develops a strong loyalty to her in the way a knight might a lord- it's not romantic but more than platonic... secret third thing

(both pieces of art and velka's design done by snejkha, locke's design was not)

#owltalk #ocs #oc: velka #oc: locke

[velka-art]

Sometimes things are hard to process…

Part two kinda.

#moondrop #fnaf #fnaf security breach #security breach #velka art

[girlyliondragon]

There’s yet again another Redbubble problem in the Bugsnax fandom. Bots are still running amuck.

There’s been multiple Redbubble bot accounts that have been been stealing a whole bunch of Bugsnax Fanartists’ works, but I personally want to state that again, there’s one that not only does it have the gore fanarts (those ones you see of Floofty) but also NSFW ones there too. So once again if you’re a minor in the fandom that got their art stolen, it’s better to not go in the account itself.

hibaart15, onlyfanarts (This one has the floofty gore art), samawiii, and lordie (THIS IS THE ONE WITH THE NSFW) are the account names. (Edit: Found one by the name of MartinKampf too)

Not only that, but they’re been getting a lot of OC art stuff from other artists too. This has extended from stealing fanart of the canon characters to even personal OC stuff and even commissions. I heard a lot of velka-art‘s stuff is on there.

File a DMCA, and attach YH’s merchandise policy onto it when you do (They forbid selling on mass-merch producing sites such as Redbubble). I’ve not heard of anything of mine getting stolen, but frankly it doesn’t make me any less uncomfortable seeing as now my friend’s OC stuff is getting botted now. In fact it’s made me even more freaked out.

If you haven’t been doing this already, please attach a signature to your artwork that cannot be cropped out as well.

But I just want to ask one important question in the wake of all of this...

What is it with the bots?????

#Bugsnax #Em Speaks #important #SERIOUSLY someone has a vendetta against the fandom??? Who tf???

[maranigai]

Frame with Velka from a comic I'm currently working on.

#my art #darl souls #velka goddess of sin #this all is basically about my hc of Velka being furtive pygmy/Manus' daughter

[moonlight-eternal]

⏳

Sunlight streams in through the tall windows lining both sides of the ballroom, here in the grand cathedral at the peak of Anor Londo. Tables joined end to end cover both walls beneath the glass, bedecked with a royal feast – perhaps the last such feast for quite some time, or even forever.

Soon, the Princess of Sunlight, Gwynevere, and her spouse the Flame God Flann, will depart. With them will likely go large portions of the remaining population, abandoning the great City of the Gods to journey westward toward the hope of greener pastures afar, another pilgrimage to follow in the footsteps of those other gods who went away so long ago.

Gwyndolin will remain behind. She will stay, as she has through every farewell over the millennia, and care for the city as no one else will, even as its streets grow emptier once more. There will not be many gods left, soon, after this latest pair leaves. Only her, and Velka, and Vamos, and Lord Nito sleeping deep below. None of the others call this city home.

For now, though, the day is joyful. The crowd gathered here celebrates, and dances, and the guests of honor are both happy to entertain with displays of flame sorcery, an art long since lost to the common folk after Izalith's collapse.

When they get a moment, the two sisters meet at the back end of the ballroom, opposite the statues and the pair of elevators that alternately carry guests to the balcony above and servants from the kitchens below. Gwynevere carries a plate of dainties, offering some to Gwyndolin. The last of that type from the kitchens, according to the waiter who delivered them personally to the goddess's hands.

So Gwyndolin takes one, gratefully, ever anxious at the thought of stepping away from the wall at her back, of letting down her guard, of being seen in this body that everyone knows is wrong. Even apart from the half dozen snakes coiling out beneath her dress, even were that no issue at all, she would hesitate to appear in public.

The treat is cake-like yet savory, with hints of citrus... and far more than a hint of immediate nausea. Gwyndolin coughs once, partway bent over, and hurries to straighten up and conceal anything that might attract the notice of other guests. But Gwynevere sees, and is concerned, and asks if something is wrong.

Something is very wrong. Gwyndolin turns her back to the party and chokes out a few words – poison, don't touch the others, she's going back to her room but don't tell anyone. Gwynevere nods, wishes her luck, says she'll dispose of the plate and meet her there.

Gwyndolin draws up a sigil in the air formed of strands of sunlight, a fusion of sorcery and miracles, and releases its power to hurl herself through space in an instant... but sick as she is, the teleport is miscast, and she appears halfway along the straight line path to her destination, stumbling on unsteady snakes into the railing overlooking a hall below.

Ahead of her is the double-helix staircase that could take her to the rooftops, but before that point a room off to the right, a small chapel of sorts tucked away beside the main hall. She ducks in there, short of breath, and hurries to the far corner across from the door where a secret passage waits. The wall slides apart, and Gwyndolin struggles up a narrow spiral staircase – difficult enough on snakes even in the best of times – to another hall above.

Gwynevere teleports in ahead of her, empty-handed, just in time to catch her as she falls. Gwyndolin tries to speak but only coughs come out, and she points to the heavy, reinforced door that marks her personal chambers.

Instead of helping her up to keep moving, Gwynevere only lays her sister down gently on the marble floor and begins casting a miracle of her own. Soothing sunlight radiates around her, enveloping both women and flooding the hall in either direction with healing rays.

The swelling in Gwyndolin's throat lessens, then clears entirely, and she manages to produce words at last. "Thank you," she says, sitting up on the hard floor beside her sister.

"Are you alright? What happened?"

"Poison," Gwyndolin repeats. "In the hors d'oeuvre plate. Something fast acting and serious, and I suspect... professional."

"An assassin?" Gwynevere looks concerned, but unconvinced. "I mean no offense, but you are more concerned with evildoers than most... Are you sure it was not simple contamination, or an allergy?"

Gwyndolin nods. "I could barely cast my most practiced spell. This would have killed a human in seconds, and probably could have killed one of us if left untreated. Particularly if the strongest healer in the land were the one afflicted."

Gwynevere narrows her eyes. "What do you mean? You're not a healer. And who would try to kill you anyway?"

"It would not be the first such attempt on my life. But you are overlooking the obvious, dear sister. You told me just before, that the platter was delivered personally, with intent, and the story told was that the last should be yours as an honor. You then carried the malignant cakes to share, and that is how I came to be poisoned."

Finally, it clicks. "You don't think–"

Gwyndolin meets her sister's eyes and nods. "I was not the target. Someone at your farewell banquet has tried to assassinate you."

#pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #glimpse of the past #ask game

[blasphemousfungus]

Art fight attack against @velka-art of their OC Honeyfang! 🍯

#art fight #art fight 2022 #bugsnax #grumpsona #hunnabee #artists on tumblr