Looking for artists 2HelloLooking for artists 25 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm looking for people who can draw this scene for me in their own style and in color:
To those who aren't familiar with my OC's:
The taller guy is Sanctis and he's a homunculus, an artificial being, and he doesn't speak (can communicate only by telepathy)
The smaller guy is Jun, he's a scientist and he created Sanctis
That's why they're described in the picture as "dad" and "son", and as you can see, Jun is a happy proud "daddy" XD
There's no important reason why I want it, aside seeing my two sweethearts in a different style and color, it makes me happy.
In further note:
I can pay in points (I have 200 )
I would appreciate if you could be as close to original as possible (you can skip all the text tho)
- there's no need for a background, but you can add one if you want,
- Sanctis is 200 cm tall (that's 6'6) Jun is 160 (that's 5'2) so yeah, it's no optical illusion or poor ang
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And the breaking of the ship’s calm brought Isaac back to reality. He had failed them, all of them. All million of the people on Melpomene. The rigid android fell to his knees, shaking. He held his head in his hands. A million, as good as dead. Perhaps dead already. He had failed them completely. The veil had been broken, torn asunder. Then he was caught off guard by the agent of its destruction, and
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 58F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 583 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Chiya's eyes opened. Immediate shock had been bestowed upon her, however, as yet again she found herself in a most obscure situation. She wasn't clothed regularly, rather, she was now clothed in a pristine red robe with golden emblems. She looked down at the emblems with a puzzled quirked mouth, then raised an eyebrow.
“The bloody Hell is this?”
It was only then that she had finally looked up, surprised to find hundreds of loyal soldiers bowing before her in a courtyard. She blinked once with a puckered lip, then tilted her head with a cute smile.
“Okay, what's going on here?”
A noble looking courtier had then approached Chiya's throne. He took a heavy bow and presented her with a wooden bowl of rice. She squealed in excitement and wiggled her fingers around.
“Oo---oh! Is this ice cream?”
“Rice, as you requested.”
She grasped the bowl and quirked her mouth once again before looking down at the man, “Um, yeah, thanks...
Robo Gaiden #1 - El rey, la sombra y el carruselRobo Gaiden #1 - El rey, la sombra y el carrusel4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(Leer descripción, no importa si la leen antes o después, pero por faaa léanla)
Miro al cielo desde el solitario campanario; El olor a tierra húmeda se hace presente, pues aquella noche el cielo dejó caer su melancolía sobre la ciudad, mojando con celestiales lágrimas el orco enfermo al que los humanos llaman hogar. En pocas palabras, había llovido.
Esa noche, como es habitual, desperté de mi letargo. La dura, fría, y tiesa piedra me dio libertad de movimiento; dejando que el cuerpo inerte y carente de conciencia se disolviera mientras más pasaban los segundos, volviéndose a convertir en aquel mundano parásito, desterrado de la misericordia de Dios. Condenado a no ver más la luz del amanecer, condenado a no ver más la luz del sol; pues apenas el día asoma sus primeros rayos dorados, mi cuerpo se vuelve pesada e inmóvil roca. De noche al caer la penumbra y cuando el cielo se ti
LL - BreakoutLL - Breakout1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lady Liberators - Breakout
“I’m sorry miss…,”
“Heyward. Rita Heyward,” the tall brunette lawyer answered. She was dressed in smart skirt-suit and held a briefcase at her side. She pushed her stylish round-framed glasses up the bridge of her nose to get a better look at the woman before her.
“I’m sorry miss Heyward, but it’s absolutely out of the question,” Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, told her. “Miss Braddock is in custody under SHIELD authority and is not entitled to a speak with an attorney at…”
“She most certainly -is- entitled, miss Romanov. Despite SHIELD’s special privileges, you are still bound by the constitution of this country. Miss Braddock cannot be denied access to legal council and must be informed of the charges against her.”
“Miss Heyward, Elizabeth Braddock is detained on charges of attempted kidnapp
Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 43 I normally read on the train ride to school every morning, but there is one point that I always look up form my book. It's the few seconds between the last few buildings and before we enter the tunnel. It's there that I get the best view of the wall of clouds that surrounds our city. I can see their movement as a result of the high winds that are inside. The constant flashed of lightning that illuminate the dark grey mass. It's certainly a sight to see, one that always seems to be over too soon.Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 433 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No one knows where the clouds came from. What their purpose is. Whether or not they're even the result of the weather. They're a mystery to us. There have been a few groups that have tried to go out and study them, but they were never heard from again. Electronic devices like probes last only a few seconds before contact is lost with them. We're locked away in here, with no idea of what our situation is. The outside world has become a mystery to us. Really, I don't e
Costs David’s blaster shrieks again and the grey-suited guard flies backwards, chest scorched and bubbling. I flick Nancy’s katana, but the ichor that looks like blood will not move.Costs12 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My left foot completes the step I paused so I could shoot steady. I’m not sure how far I’ve come, but the woodwork seems more like that of a grand residence than ancient, hidden lair. Hopefully, I’m nearly outside.
We came to down in the dungeon quarter, where they keep people who’ve seen through their masquerade, but have no value to the crusade alive or dead. We were destined to become ration bars. Apparently when you mulch a human, all you have to do is add gelatine, oatmeal and a bit of grit.
We had no intention of being anything except a nuisance - or, more preferably, a nemesis. It took us twenty-six days to compromise the door mechanisms, and Trudi died to prevent the guard raising the alarm. We put her body on top of Marco’s and Sandra
Vignette: Introduction to Sandy (2200 words)In a residential neighborhood west of Syracuse, New York, a fifteen-year-old Kia pulled into a driveway. It had no self-driving capacity, wasn’t a hybrid, was missing two hubcaps and had one side mirror held on with duct tape. Still, it had managed the five-and-a-half-hour drive from Boston, which was all its owner had asked of it.Vignette: Introduction to Sandy (2200 words)22 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A small, skinny girl (well, actually a young woman, but she looked distinctly girlish) in a knobbly sweater stepped out of the car. She had a clever, pretty face, thick glasses and a ponytail that flowed down to just past the small of her back. Her hair was a shade somewhere between ash-blond and mouse-brown, and had a gloss like an otter’s pelt.
She pulled two suitcases from the front passenger seat and gritted her teeth as she hauled them to the door, the loose heel on her right shoe slapping against the bottom of her foot at every step. Between them, the suitcases weighed about half what she did.
Her name was Sandra Symcox. Nine years ago, she
Chloe 2.1By now, she'd become used to the names, the jibes and the general abuse; by and large, Nancy provided shelter from it all, but every now and again she'd be left to fend for herself and in those cases, going out for lunch break changed from being a welcome break, to facing a jungle full of predators.Chloe 2.13 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This was one of those times.
Nancy had needed to hang back for a bit in the art studio to work on her sculpture, and she could hardly begrudge her for it - Nancy's true calling in life, if she had any at all, would be to make art that stunned even the most stuffy of critics, but that left her alone in the world for about an hour.
She stood at the window for a moment and looked down at the other kids milling around, keeping an eye out for the more troublesome ones.
From here, she could see a couple of them hanging around at the far end of the courtyard, but if they noticed her at all, she'd have got herself into the canteen by then, and once inside, even Tabitha couldn't touch her if s
What a Human can AffordWhat a Human can Afford4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ren Magura turned toward the uncomfortable Josh Levingston sitting and holding onto the hull of the ship. Magura himself was quite comfortable zooming around the universe at light speeds.
“Levingston!” he shouted frightening the man even more. Then he picked up a bag labeled communicators and opened it up.
“What are you doing?” asked Levingston as he sat promptly.
Magura put a finger to his mouth. “You need to keep your mind off of things” he said as he pulled out two metallic wrist bands with circular devises attached to them. He chucked one over to Levingston. “Here were going to practice!”
Levingston caught the wrist band and put it on. In response to his thoughts the wrist band circular devise lit up and projected a holographic image of a space ship “quite like theirs” blowing up via an asteroid in the belly.
Magura shook his head. His band projected a roller coaster with him and Levingston riding it. The roller coaster se
Gate 42“You are mad Lord General. A direct assault on the enemy position in suicide.” The Raven Guard captain remained calm for the moment but the man to whom he spoke was quickly eroding his patience.Gate 424 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Are you not Adeptus Astartes? The legendary Space Marines? They will break like water upon a rock upon seeing you.” Lord General Onassis Murkazia stated this like it was the most obvious thing in the universe.
“We do not fight like that Lord General. You will lose many men should you do this. Give us time and we will save lives.” Captain Bertok almost pleaded with him.
“I do appreciate your company’s support Captain but this campaign has lasted long enough. We need to make the assault or the rebels will dig in even deeper and Bareesta will be lost to us entirely.” Murkazia looked to his map and then stared out the Hive city sprawled out before him, watching the snow blow around him. He paused for a moment to listen
Karjamian Mythos: What If#1Full title: What if the Death Star tried to destroy one of Karjam Domain's colony planets?Karjamian Mythos: What If#14 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a reason why you need to fear the Karjamian's military might. ~ The Purple Karjam
Death Star was situated next to a planet the Karjamians had made for themselves. The Karjamians weren't loyal to the Galactic Empire. In fact, they consider their own planet to be a neutral planet, unwelcoming anyone allied with both the empire and the rebels due to them not even wanting to take part in the war.
When the Karjamians discovered the Death Star above their skies, they warned the empire that they're not to be taken lightly due to them possessing technology that could best even the Death Star itself. Laughing it off, they decided to prepare the testing of their Death Star on the planet in spite of the threats.
Just as they were about to fire, a huge spaceship with a powerful canon appeared out of nowhere. The ship readied the canon... and destroyed the Death Star in one hit.
Burn Before ReadingMy grandma told me a lot of stories when I was a kid.Burn Before Reading1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I loved to curl up on the couch next to her, or sit on the floor while she cooked, or watch her mouth move in profile while she drove. Tales of horror, romance, suspense, fantasy, you name it.
But (for obvious reasons) my favorite was always the story of the star sirens. I suppose I, as a small child, must have demanded an answer for why my parents were never coming home, so grandma told me this:
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Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 45 Wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm, she let out a relieved sigh." There!" she said with a smile. "Everything should be in working condition again and ready to go."Page-A-Day 365 Challenge: Day 457 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Great!" he smiled back, closing the panel on his arm. He moved his fingers around, forming his hand into a fist a few times to loosen up the new parts. It felt good to have it working right again. "So, what was wrong with it?"
"A lot of the parts were broken. Some of them were just crushed, others were just broken in half. But..." She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her chin slowly. "What I found weird was all the corrosion. You been going swimming in the ocean lately?"
He reeled some at the accusatory look she was giving him. "No!" he yelled. "Of course not! I never get this thing wet. I even take it off when I get into the shower or bath."
"Then how do you explain what I found?"
"Could it be from sweat?"
Chafing and Strafing The sun is barely up and it’s over a hundred degrees out here. The humidity must be low as well, because I’m a dry bird in a wetsuit with hair that looks like rat-tails and a bad case of saltwater residue chafing everywhere. I am definitely in the right mood to do bad things.Chafing and Strafing13 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ThunderChild pulse gun in my right hand is deceptively light. It can blow holes in things and people like you’d expect from a bazooka. Rather than something that looks like a carbon-fibre short plank.
Onto the deck and the refraction from the windows tells me that they are opaqued for the inside view. Someone likes it dark. I am a contrary bitch this morning, so my opening blast turns the window panel on the dawn side into several kilos of slivers and shrapnel. I’m not blind to the fact that being barefoot means I have just turned the interior of the room into hostile footing. That’s not actually a problem. Whatever is in there I have no desire to share air with,