The artblog of one countessnoir. I came back to noiratelier because it fits with all the other noir themed blogs I have running *shrug*. Anywhoe, multi-fandom works (mostly dealing with videogames) as well as original junk hopefully you'll see something you like!
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Another superb fuck-ton of head angle references.
A commission that I’ve been working on this week between…well.. work. A really great commissioner (rackthejipper) asked me to reimagine a Naga bro i drew a few years ago but this time have him fighting an amazonian lady.
So while drawing it i sorta came up with a star-crossed lovers scenario in my head. Qetza (as i came to call him) is used to being worshipped by his fellow Naga warriors, being one of the strongest, bravest (read: brash and stupid) and instilling legends and awe in the humans they occasionally interact with. The two races don’t have much contact, only glimpses of each other in rare instances. However the humans are so struck by his majesty that they’ve started to view him as a God, and are sacrificing lives to appease him. One of these lives was our amazon warrior’s sister, and she’s come for revenge. Not only is Qet taken aback by such violence against him a seemingly lesser race, he can’t imagine anyone not worshipping the ground he … slithers.. on. Unable to best the other in battle, the two enter into a different battle, one of curiosity and discovery.
Taboo relationships. Adorbs. Also, happy valentine’s day?????
So I saw this meme earlier: http://dogbomber.tumblr.com/post/77216633474/its-no-secret-that-i-like-lady-knights-like-a
That’s a randomizer for what type of warrior lady you get, I got a vain, top heavy Aztec with a whip for a weapon XD. I had to take a couple of liberties here since according to the little research that I did, the women didn’t fight, I only saw one thing that said they did but that’s because most of their male warriors had been decimated by the Spanish. So I took what the men wore into battle and kinda combined it with stuff the women wore on the regular.
I for some reason got Castlevania vibes while doodle this though
I’m not sure what’s scarier, how quick this was, remembering most of her outfit from memory, or how quick this took…
Not but Rouge was awesome, Sega got kinda stupid and stop using her after awhile which makes me a sad panda.
Hint one of them is already dead, but I’ll let you decide which since the game made you do the same…or if your a douche then both of them are… I dunno.
Here’s the whole thing, it shows that I didn’t use some type of reference here but meh, still fun to piddle around with the Virmire survivors, man wouldn’t it have been some shit if pupil-less Kaidan/Ashley went around pointing at you with twisted cries of agony about how it was all your fault! Ok I’m done giving you nightmares. Awesome space background isn’t of my doing btw.
Mega Man turns 25 years old and I draw Zero (lol jerk) But sorry I can’t help it, I love X but Zero had long hair and booblights. He also showed up just in time to show how completely inadequate you were, despite all the upgrades and Mavericks ya killed Zero was there..being better than you.
This was a BSN prompt from two years ago, Freedom was the theme. I wrote a little something to go with the picture so I’ll post that instead of boring you with the why’s and how’s.:
“Maybe I should just die… right here…” He thought solemnly to himself, anything was better then being the nameless property of that bastard magister. He had been running so hard and for so long, he hadn’t noticed how much pain he was actually in and how his constant movement was only worsening things.
Legs shakily giving way until he could run no longer. He found himself staring into the blackness of the night sky, the water surrounding him cool to his skin as it eased the burning he felt beneath his scarred flesh.
Looking at his palm he saw the pronounced state of his veins, so very sensitive that it felt that even looking at them the way he was now would burst them. Trembling he could feel his bandages unraveling around him and he knew that the longer he laid there the chances of his recapture increased.
“But I can’t move. Even if I wanted to…I just can’t it hurts too much.” He lamented and bordered on just giving up, even if he laid here and ‘died’ what was to stop someone from finding him and bringing him back? What if it was the wrong someone? All he had done was run he hadn’t calculated how far, and what if it wasn’t far enough?
A sigh escaped his lips. Eyes threatening to close as an escape to his racing mind, that is until something caught his attention.
A lone bird, soared overhead such a simple thing but an impressive sight to him. The ability to fly, to be able to just up and go where you pleased, the freedom of it all. However there he laid, clinging to life in the river bank about ready to give up.
Something in the back of his mind didn’t want this to be his fate, if he wanted to die so badly why run away at all? He had gotten his freedom but at what cost? He couldn’t very well enjoy it if he were dead, he couldn’t give up…not now.