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My rendition of WW2 captain america.

I see him more as "Joe the plumber" superhero right now, more unknown and just a regular lookin' guy other then the fact that hes a super soldier.

Let me know what everyone thinks.

CS3
Wack-um tablet
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"The attack began at 6:18 PM, just as he said it would. Judgment Day, the day the human race was almost destroyed by the weapons they'd built to protect themselves."

Cue terminator theme ---> [link]

CS3
Qdoba
Way'com tablet
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Hulk art I've done for the Motor City Comicon.

I tried to really capture the essence of the hulk, a man/monster on the brink of exploding with rage, overall I think I captured it.

It came into this world as a pencil sketch while I was watching Terminator Salvation. It ended in PS CS4 after a lot of time dedicated to it.
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widescreen Wallpaper of the Venom

Links to the original

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The Master of Waaagghhh!


Skin and Texture study.

lots of time, too much time actually.

The end.
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Assassin's Creed III - Animus Wallpaper
Created in PS CS5
Ubisoft
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Cap and I urge you to vote!
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The Daemonette tried to run, but a vice clamped around her claw - an irony that Asoron didn't fail to notice - holding her in place. Turning to face her attacker in desperation, the lithe daemon found herself pierced by a gigantic lighting claw, so large only three of the four blades fit within her frame.

A flick of a wrist and the Daemonette was severed from the collarbone up, her beautifully grotesque face still showing the shock that marked her return to the Warp.

This was a grim defeat. Asoron had fought Astartes before, of course, and even lost battles, but this was an annihilation, his forces had been completely wiped out. He felt his hearts racing, the sensation filling him with an acrid pleasure. The last time he'd known such a feeling of dread, a Primarch was advancing on him, his eyes those of a prime beast challenged by runts and unexpectedly wounded. He'd fallen upon his lesser competitors like a lion among hounds, tearing into them until only Asoron was left. By the fickle will of the gods did the Lion sense something deeper inside the fortress and raced to confront it.

But the look of hate Lion El'Jonson threw at Asoron while he moved away was a killing blow in itself.

Yet a new master had accepted the Fallen Angel's service, a master who was ever-watching and proud of Asoron's service. Yes...Slaanesh had given him a new existence. And Asoron had spent much of it killing the Corpse-God's angels. Every once in a while, though, he revived the look on the Lion's eyes in his mind, the memory enough to jolt his hearts.

The bone-and-black Terminator slowly strode towards Asoron, his iconography catching the light of a burning Defiler. The Fallen narrowed his eyes.

"Unforgiven", Asoron hissed, his lashing tongue lending to the contempt with which he spoke the word. There was something different about this one, though. "But a lesser breed, I see. You lack a wing, little ange-"

"Ours is not the long soar of the questing seraph
But the hovering watch of the vigilant angel
And the stooping wrath of the righteous host."

The Astartes' voice was smooth and almost young, but Asoron sensed power behind the fašade.

"Will you lecture me to death, is it, Guilt-Ridden?", Asoron asked, his grin barely masking his irritation.

"You will not be awarded the pleasure of vengeance, Fallen. I will deal with you as I did with your cultists and daemon-whores. No Interrogator, blessed be their service, shall waste his time with you."

Asoron wanted to answer, but no words left his dry mouth, such as no structured though left his mind. He was expecting the pageantry that came with every Unforgiven hunt, the hatred and importance they directed at him...for a servant of Slaanesh, being confronted with indifference was a knife wound.

The Lion's eyes appeared in his mind, still burning with rage and betrayal, but there was something more in them this time. A sense of righteousness, of justice having been made...of...relief for another traitor slain...?

Asoron, a black-clad and fucsia monstrosity taller than a Terminator, the slayer and torturer of thousands, roared, a roar so rasp and devoid of power that it resembled a desperate scream, so weak the Fallen Angel still perceived what the charging Astartes spoke, his words the last Asoron would ever hear.

"I've come merely to clean the filth."

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:iconshamblin85: has been one hell of a matey, performing some great colouring on my drawings. This is Xavier Kain, a count-as Belial for his DIY Deathwing, named Bloodwing.

I can't thank Shamblin enough, to have someone devoting his time to my artwork is just awesome, it's really a dream come true, since I've always wanted to see them in colour.

Here's to you, mate. Hope you like it. Thanks a bunch, and stick around. Cheers

Greyall
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Done in ONLY one layer using Corel Painter.
Watch RED DEAD SPEED ART TRIBUTE VIDEO here: [link]

Feel free to comment!
I'd love to know what you think! :)
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Anything to get him out of that armor.

I wanted John's armor to be as game cannon as possible but still feel like a character from Friendship is Magic. I imagined what it would look in the same animation and that's as good as I got ^~^
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