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3d muddler. Shaolin webmonkey. Creator of Æfter Ragnarok which is on Patreon!



Commissions - Open by SweetDuke Point Commissions - Ask Me by SweetDuke Prices etc.

Gifts - Friends Only by SweetDuke Collaborations - Friends Only by SweetDuke Requests - Ask Me by SweetDuke

Ubuntu Studio Stamp by AxumDegraKevar Blender stamp by snakeartworx Krita Stamp by JRWenzel

Can also be found on ArtStation, Wysp and Weasyl. I also got myself one of those Picarto things.

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:bulletyellow: TheBraveChimera: chimæra tattoo design [waiting for feedback]

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Get done more or less in the order received (sometimes I'll bump a simple one or just feel like working on something in particular) whenever and however I feel like doing them :P

:bulletgreen: pixietrix: 3d trainer + pokemon team
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:bulletred: midnight21: 3d Helios
:bulletred: WAPOGO Instinct crest
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Stream o'clock for a couple of hours.  Working on a drawing that was supposed to be a sketch but didn't turn out that way.  May be able to convince myself to plug on rig test anim later.
Crossbow Hailstorm 3
The young High Prince fled the conference room, the nightmarish chaos fading behind him, only to be replaced by pursuing wing beats.  Tears blurred his vision.  Zul'jinn normally loved flying through the open areas but now they were too open, there was nowhere to hide.  Behind him he could just hear the sounds of crossbows arming up.  How could this happen? I don't want to die! He was barely aware of the nearby mewling sound, not really registering the fact that he was the source of it.

There was a walkway, maybe he could duck inside and hide.  He wouldn't reach it in time.  He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die he didn't...

Displaced air cracked like thunder way too close, the resulting shockwave throwing him off balance.  Zul'jinn yelped involuntarily, tried to correct, then gasped as a large hand grasped his arm and yanked him forcefully sideways, the other arm wrapping around his torso and pinning his wings but otherwise softening what would have been a painful jolt.  Temporarily robbed of the ability to fly under his own power, Zul'jinn automatically grabbed the closest stable thing which happened to be the arm around him, the studs on the bracer at least denoting a Royal Guard.  A quick glance down revealed a tattoo he would know anywhere, and the initial panic at having his wings pinned was overriden by the immense relief at being picked up by his bodyguard, and not a moment too soon.

Behind them numerous crossbows thwacked and the darts rained around them, most thankfully missing seeing as they'd changed direction so suddenly.  Zul'jinn glanced upwards at Tsa'run, who was turning to sight their pursuers.  There was an ominous singing followed by a sickening crack.  Tsa'run grunted, sounding slightly startled, his head snapping back as though hit by something hard, and they changed direction again with a stomach-churning jolt.

And then they were falling.

Tsa'run's grip tightened uncomfortably around Zul'jinn and they descended in a random zigzag pattern, way too fast, towards one of the wall walkways.

They were going to crash.

Zul'jinn clung to Tsa'run's arms, terrified but trusting in his bodyguard.  They careened into the walkway and Tsa'run first snapped his wings out, violently washing off a lot of speed.  Not enough.  He half-furled his wings and rolled, putting himself at the bottom.

They hit the ground hard.

-=o=-

In the original Crossbow Hailstorms, Zul'jinn was tiny (somewhere between 5 and 7).  I used to be a total pantser, but was forced to change tack as all of my characters have interconnecting stories which meant I needed to know what was going on and when all the time (even if the audience doesn't).  And basically the ages I had going were only going to work if it was an anime where age doesn't seem to matter.  But it kind of matters for my purposes XD So in this one Tsa'run is actually around the same age as he was in the original sketches but at a much less Mary Sue ranking, and Zul'jinn is 11.

I have an idea where the notebook containing the original Crossbow Hailstorm is (and it will be kill me now kinda terrible as it was in a notebook which meant I would have scribbled it out while in a lecture at uni or otherwise supposed to be taking notes...well over a decade ago...:S) but finding it requires a little more rearranging than I currently feel like doing.  2 was in a recent sketchbook that lives on my desk so that's up for Patreons to laugh at.

Test by Ryivhnn  Protective by Ryivhnn 

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Pod ride
Unlike the silence of the pod, which was broken only by the pods own humming, Dakarai's head was full of tumultuous, confused thoughts.

They'd looked.  They'd kept looking.  They hadn't give up.

The last few days...or was it weeks? He wasn't sure.  Either way, it had been a seriously unpleasant blur.

He'd hurt Zara.  He glanced sideways at her, perched nervously on the comfortably worn seat beside him.  That had been the start of the downward spiral.  They'd been training, he couldn't understand the technique Juan was showing them.  Zara picked up everything so easily.  Frustration was normal, but then it had been intolerable.  He hadn't meant to hit her that hard.  Then Juan had confronted him about his stim usage.  Dakarai bristled slightly.  Juan wasn't his father, he didn't have any right to tell him what to do.

But he didn't give up.

He'd gone to Megan.  She was scared of him.  Megan was scared.  Of him.  The girl he loved more than life itself was scared of him.  Andrew wouldn't leave them alone, he'd been scared of what he could do to Megan.  Dakarai would never, ever hurt Megan.  Ever.  And yet he'd punched out Andrew over the insinuation.  One of the two best friends he'd ever had.  Megan had dumped him then.  He was mad at them.  But then again, he deserved it.  Dakarai inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly.

Juan had called.  And called.  And called.  And when he finally seemed to get that Dakarai wasn't going to answer, the texts had started coming.  Then they'd petered out, the last one simply requesting that he at least tell them he was all right.  By that stage the smokes and the pot and the junk food had chilled Dakarai out enough that he had been starting to miss them, so he had responded that he was alive.  It had taken a monumental effort to then ask if he could come home.  It had been an immense relief to get an affirmative response.

And then Zara had showed up.  She didn't know the friend he had been crashing with.  He didn't know how she could have tracked him down.

She'd told him everything.  How Juan had smashed through the bamboo grove in the backyard and then not treated himself afterwards after Dakarai had left.  How he'd gotten mad at her because she didn't want to condition too hard the following day as he had huge bruises and welts on his limbs, then apologised afterwards and explained as best he could that he felt like a failure as a parent because he didn't know how to cope with Dakarai's drug use, and had toyed with the idea of giving them up in the hope that they would be fostered by someone more "qualified" for the job, but in the end he was willing to do the best he could, and would fight for them if he had to.  She told him how Juan had gone out every night searching for him, how she had heard him venting his frustrations on the punching bags.  She had taken a couple of days to convince him to let her go and look instead.

She'd started at the obvious place, going to see their mutual girlfriend, then trawling the fight circuits starting with his manager (the bastard who had gotten him onto the stim to begin with...but he could have refused it...), and trawling networks before finally tracking him down to where he'd been crashing.

His own father hadn't searched that hard for him.  All his own father had to do was check in with Family Services and they would hand him the information he needed to find him.  His own father had, as far as Dakarai could tell, not only given him up for dead, he hadn't even bothered to see if there was a body to collect.  His adoptive family had searched relentlessly until they'd found him.  It was confusing.  It was humbling.  It was painful.  No wait that was the stim withdrawals.  He desperately needed a smoke.

"Dak?" Zara's voice stole timidly into his maelstrom of thoughts, offering a sactuary.  He latched onto it.  "You right?"

"Yeah."  He made himself look her in the eye, which he had been unable to do since she had rocked up on the doorstep.  The light was right in the pod so he could see her luminous eyes through the red lenses of her goggles, filled with concern and a touch of fear.  Her posture was nervous but not defensive.  She was not afraid of him.  Perhaps she was afraid for him.  Or of what could happen as a result of his stim usage.  The twins had said something to that effect before he'd left them.

He needed to apologise to Megan.  He might have muffed things too badly for her to forgive him, but it needed to be done, nevertheless.  He needed to sort out with Juan.  That would be soon.  He needed to do something about Zara.  He hated that she was so nervous around him.  It felt all kinds of wrong.  And he really, really needed to sort himself out and clean up.

"Zip," he said.  She murmured in response, tilting her head, the striking red head feathers floating behind.  The sight of them filled him with a deep loathing for what they represented.  The feeling was fleeting.  He had loved her for so long, he could overlook them.  He made himself loosen his posture, put one arm across the seat back.  "I'm really, really sorry.  Please...?" he left it hanging, not quite sure what he wanted to say.  She gazed at him for a moment, her expression unreadable, then she scooted to his side, resting her head on his shoulder.  He curled his arm around her shoulders, the shudder of revulsion at the touch of the feathers on his bare arm suppressed with practised ease, and rested his head on hers.  She forgave him, at least.  It would make it easier to get through whatever else had to happen.

BMFM FC/AER: Zara and Starzone by Ryivhnn  Dakarai and Trajectory by Ryivhnn  Andrew, Megan, Magellan and Andromeda by Ryivhnn  It's gonna be okay by Ryivhnn 

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Stream o'clock! And I'm not entirely certain what I'm going to do today but definitely starting with a sketch.

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AbdouBouam Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oops, I thought I was watching you already ^^;
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Ryivhnn Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2017   Digital Artist
LoL I've done that a few times previously XD Thanks for watching ^_^
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AbdouBouam Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
You're welcome
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ThreeViews Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2016
I appreciate the critique...I'll give it another look. Thanks again. :)
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rcdg Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the :+fav:
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Ryivhnn Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2016   Digital Artist
No worries! :D
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tavukveben Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the llama my friend this really brings me so much happiness.  I really appreciate what you've done for my page and I hope I can return the favor especially because I love your art.  Blender artists gotta look out for each other since there isn't too much of us. :D (sorry if my English is really bad I've been studying languages too much today xD)Clap CURSE YOU! 
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Ryivhnn Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2016   Digital Artist
No worries.  There's a few of us, just look in the blender club group ;) And no worries about your English, I can understand what you're saying which is the main thing, and hey if you can speak multiple languages you're doing better than a whole lot of other people who can't XD
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Nikola3D Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav! :happybounce: 
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Ryivhnn Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2016   Digital Artist
No worries! ^_^
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