digital art 3d modelling poetry visuals

digital art

  1. a girl with short red hair and a cut off arm slumped against a wall

    millicent

    (elden ring)

  2. a girl with brown hair, orange eyes, and burnt fingers, her hand wrapped in bandages

    sunless swamp pilgrim
    (of @eiyuusyndrome)

  3. a broken doll with four arms standing in front of the full moon

    ranni

    (elden ring)

  4. a blindfolded woman holding up a tiny orange orb

    hyetta

    (elden ring)

  5. a man in glasses and a red tie saying 'nerd, i am about to do something extremely wicked'

    nostalgia critic's counterattack

    (1988)

  6. a woman lying on a bed next to the text 'this is a dream: a dream in death

    a dream in death

  7. a girl in her underwear sits on a bed next to a sword and a demon with its guts cut open

    ---

  8. a girl stands surrounded by crows hung in nooses, candles at her feet

    ---

  9. a girl wears a vr helmet, covered in wires. some wires enter her body through her open wrists

    ---

  10. a creature with wings cramped into a box

    ---

  11. a girl with shaggy brown hair looking into a mirror. her face is obscured

    aughts00

  12. a girl cutting across her leg with a knife

    ---

  13. a half-naked woman dancing on a stage; glass bottles and two masked men at her side

    herb bride

    (pathologic)

  14. a creature draped in red cloth, with a skull for a face, says: 'ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the outbreak. the theatre is officially disbanded.'

    executor's theatre

    (pathologic)

  15. two men face to face, one holding a scalpel, the other a gun

    artemy and daniil

    (pathologic)

  16. a man holds a baby wearing black cloth with a white mask

    abandoned baby

    (pathologic)

  17. a potbellied, bald creature with pale skin pets a cow in a field

    town of beasts

    (pathologic)

  18. a man with a red scarf and a bandage across his nose smokes a cigarette

    the bachelor

    (pathologic)

  19. a skeleton with headphones is pierced in the stomach by the tip of a sword

    self destructive

  20. a red dragon with a scorched tail flying in the sky

    angelus

    (drakengard)

  21. a white dragon with orange horns

    mikhail

    (drakengard 3)

  22. a ghostly figure hung in a noose

    ---

  23. a boy in a blue robe and glasses holds the sburb logo from homestuck (a house cut into segments) in his hands.

    4/13 2020

  24. a large doll wearing elaborate dress holds a bloodied battleax and a severed head

    brutal doll

    (of @fleshsqueeze)

  25. a mouse girl holds up three fingers and smiles

    bagenzo 2022

    bday gift

  26. a bunny girl with angel wings and halo

    wren 2022

    bday gift

  27. a naked girl with wings and a halo covered in blood holding a knife

    blood 2022

    bday gift

  28. an armored girl naked from the top down save for her crotch, holding a gun

    the martyr

    (the citadel)

  29. sketches of an exasperated girl holding a knife or smiling in various poses

    kobeni sketches

    (chainsaw man)

3d modelling

  1. a low-poly knight with a moon-shaped helmet holding a glowing sword

    256fes darkmooon knightess

    (dark souls)

  2. a low-poly knight with a moon-shaped helmet holding a sword and dagger

    256fes darkmooon knightess

    (dark souls)

  3. a low-poly knight with a moon-shaped helmet, from behind

    256fes darkmooon knightess

    (dark souls)

  4. an emaciated zombie holding a sword

    256fes hollow

    (dark souls)

  5. an emaciated zombie holding a sword

    256fes hollow

    (dark souls)

  6. a mouse on its hind legs

    mouse

  7. a mouse on its hind legs running

    mouse

  8. a snake with a mouth in its center stands in a forest

    tsuchinoko render

  9. a snake with a mouth in its center

    tsuchinoko

  10. a frogman standing in a swamp

    loveland frogman render

  11. a frogman from behind

    loveland frogman

  12. a smiling angel praying in front of red curtains

    angel

    (twin peaks FWWM)

  13. a shark plushie

    blahaj

  14. a shark plushie

    blahaj

  15. a jar with arms and legs

    living jar

    elden ring

poetry visuals

  1. when she found me in the dark i was dead and shattered a little thing, a hurt thing so pitiful and purposeless 'you're safe now, little broken one' when she took me home she clenaned my bloodied joints and poured gold into my cracked skin now a body, a treasure, a debt 'you're beautiful now, little golden one when i was ready i tasted her blade biting into my wrists and ankles sprouting bloody strings high into the air into her smooth hands grasping 'you're mine now, little dollish one when she sent me out i fought to return i killed at her command, her sweet voice i killed for her warm hands, for her safe embrace for her skin against my procelain, drenched in blood 'you're perfect now, little devoted one' when my eyes glazed over and there was nothing left inside but pain and bitter murder i tugged at my strings and begged for the first time 'my dear little doll, you'll be free when i spin those strings around that sweet, brittle neck of yours'

    Little Broken One

  2. I need someone to hone my Murder, a master An owner, with whip and fang Discipline and unrelenting violence Let your fingers, crawling over mine eyes Become blinkers to guide me in slaughter Throw me on the bed or the ground, whichever's bloodiest Bite deep and rip my skin to shreds Make me a Woman That is - One Who Deserves to Kill Indiscriminate And when you're done throw me to the dogs I'll have them all In battle we'll all be pissing ourselves in fear But I won't cry until I disembowel every last one And when you come for me, to pick me up at sunrise To put me down, slitting my throat The blood on your knife will forever be my heart

    One Who Deserves to Kill Indiscriminate

  3. feeling blood pumping through your veins feeling insects crawling and twitching inside your ears you walk in circles stress-bound and fading at the edges restless and insomniac and tired you're wrecked so you ghost-walk back to your bedroom and opening the door you see her in your bed writhing as you get closer she's a flesh body bag head to toe only theoretically under that contorting wrap half-mumbling and moaning she turns exposing herself every side and corner and nook is sweet smoothskin only vaguely humanoid your very own thing-like you call her HELEN every night you sleep soundly to her autonomic gasps every night you wrap yourselves together under warm cover (repugnant and tick-sickening next to the purity of the flesh) every night you feel her warm and full-handed caressing her body every night you mold her flesh and feel her shifting fat and organs (oh you so envy the chaotic perfection at molecular peak) every night you punch her body painting sweet bruises every night you hear her pain-pleasure-envy-lust-moans until you can bear the jealousy no more and bearing a half-dulled knife you cut into her twitching flesh slashing across and bringing the whole cosmic meat-system upon you as a kidneys-stomachs-lungs-intestines-pancreas-guts-feast spills out bathing you and your bed in the crimson red gore for so long hidden from you transmigrating with those deathly internal-coughing sighs HELEN is dead and mute and open to you you crawl inside the torn cavity of your budding meat cocoon you snuggle up tight and warmed by those desirous insides you shut your meatpod and lie waiting HELEN is HELEN is HELEN is HELEN is HELEN

    HELEN

  4. Out on the muddy coast Brine pooled and sunk shipped Where the low tide releases our rended feet All friction burnt and flakeskin fed A lone girl stands once more She's clothed in a skinscar suit and desert hair So you look ahead and curse the horizon And the dreamlight it spreads over waters never tread I clutch a deep cove next to my wet breast A place where I drowned and found myself She wonders if she'll ever leave the nest Dragging your chains we forged in barren sand To dip its head into a new sea Everytime you form a new pearl to throw into the ocean I kill it and drag it land-wards behind To leave her trapped in coastal limbo where we cry

    Out on the muddy coast

  5. Deathstriped Commando trudges through metallic wastelands, Marking vigil in between trash pillars of blood-rust and taint-smoke piling high. Every day's duty sent from waste disposal pipes, Descending from Nuclear War Machine Heaven 1 -- Firstborn waste-god of the Post-Post-Extinction Decades; Oh how easy it must've been to be born in Mystic Eden, To grow into apocalyptica, before fabricating it Himself In mud-caked, cum-crusted battle trenches with alien war vessels. //// Deathstriped Commando enters the stage: Born in atom fire, a black shell swirling amidst mushroom smoke; Bathed in radiation, wailing cries spreading across twice-burnt plateaus; Revived in electricity, carried off on the waves of a dead future. Two-Side Proxy Soldier is manifested. //// Scorching Earth from outer waste-realms, Napalmed bullet hiveswarms cover the sky in steely blues. Test tube children clutch their cyanide pills and revel at fireworks Brightening the nowhere sky; gunpowder raining down in choired Hail Marys. Toy homunculi bear witness as Nuclear War Machine Heaven 2 cakes them In mud flung by Heaven First's tulpa government cabal. //// Deathstriped Commando digs themself into a trench, finding a girl in hiding. What are you doing here, big girl? Asphalt piercing their lungs. Soon it would be over. You don't know when it'll pass. They clutch the irradiated dirt in palm rituals. She doesn't know when she'll pass. Regardless, it was nice but time was up. Shells strike their grave. Daily goal: Survive || Status: Failed || Deathstriped Command burns in hellfire. //// Nuclear War Machine Heavens 1 & 2 face off for another battle Atop hundreds of layers of chemical ash, Treading over skulls of thousands of Commandos-To-Be; Sprouting new mindless soldier drones in a meld of enemy/enemy fire. Deathstriped Commando stands watch, silent as a radioactive waste baby, Bracing for impact. Lights fill the horizon in a never-ending War World. She ponders, can an atom be split back into one?

    The Vigil of Deathstriped Commando

  6. There's a Saint in this town, She's called first name Saint last name Patrice. [Maiden name made into an Id Drone] She wakes with the birds scraping her windows And light shining into the stone walls. She makes a prayer to the Lord and walks the halls. The monastery frames the background of a picture: | 2026 Replica Polaroid | Black and white | 79mm × 79mm | (Horizon cut by black grassy fields over the lower third line) (Monastery tower peaking the upper left intersection point) (The church sign reading:) BLESSED MONASTERY OF ENLIGHTENED CLERICALISM Saint Patrice walks down into the nuns' mess hall, Blessing mornings all around her, Making her way to her office block. (Central wing, at the end of the corridor left of the nun's quarters) Sitting down on a black leather clad chair She rings the bell. Nun drones, covered in black, Fueled by Id, swarm the room, Masking her cheeks and moisturising her lips. The Saint must look inspired and ready. The drones shuffle out of the room And the ritual begins. The widescreen display flashes with fading colour - “STREAM STARTING SOON” The webcam's eye flickers to life. A white figure, blessed by a halo, appears (Lower right corner of the frame) “How is everynyan today? ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿” Her anime persona, dressed exactly as the model, Swings from side to side, Reading a rising rain of messages (Top right corner of the frame) Her cat ears twitch and she boots up the game. The Saint's partner is online: PipeBombTheGovernment [Static Entity, fueled by Superego] Co-op loading into public deathmatch When divine text blesses the screen - $50.00 donation reading “I LOVE YOU” “[Chuckles] Thank you nya ;3 (✿◠‿◠)” The match runs for 24 minutes and the pair dominate - Saint Patrice ranked 2nd 16 K/D, PipeBombTheGovernment ranked 1st 21 K/D 84000 concurrent viewers Listening to the doe-eyed model read donations. !Uptime 6 hours and 22 minutes, time to wrap up. The internet connection goes offline. The computer's light fades and the drones drop dead. Through the halls steps a beacon of light - Saint Patrice, unburdened and blessed by the cross, Back up the moonlit tower. Naked, Saint Patrice kneels and offers a prayer To the mind and body. Baptized, Saint Patrice gets in bed. Tomorrow, a different day And different prayers.

    Saint Patrice

  7. 911 What's your emergency Rabid static silences the room You've You've got to help me They're after me Clicking pens and old keyboards rattle the desk Ma'am are you in danger They've found me and I don't have much time left I can't hide You can't help me Ma'am who is after you What is your location Powerline buzzing chokes her as she runs through desolate no-places They're on the internet I think I created them They were just personas I never wanted this Childish giggling empties out desolate apartment windows Slowly rising she looks around the dead cubicle phone farm Everyone I know has forgotten me They're all that's left of me I think I need your help Don't touch it She started away from the 1997 CRT TV monitor All sweating bullets and lost in the user generated moments The whole world falls out from under us And too late to find a way in I swallow myself up

    Emergencies Storming In

  8. There's a chasm in downtown Europa Where we're crawling around in the darkness, Slug-bodied and puking slime, Waiting to turn into butterflies and skyscraper monsters. So when you feel the wind on your face, estrace warrior, Know that you're going to explode. Fucking each other we'll die right here - Cumbrained, nuclear wombs filled with technodemons Squirming under crypto farms fueling Fascist pigboys in gamerwear and carnation crowns. They'll wait for us And when I die I can only hope They choke on my tender cuts and toxic wine.

    Know that you're going to explode

  9. Bullets raining outside our hellholes we swallow up the smoke and stare at the yellow lights dancing around the room opening up my browser ///tube kicking in the machine whirs and whistles i put it on and loop the video Rain To Drown To Jazz Hypno Beat by TranssexualLiminal03 12,307 views and updating and the smoke devils dance around the room the icgarette drags the lips and through the ashes piling high embers flicker and suns burst - just inside that second-long fire - there was a spark is it fire or electricity? i swallowed up the smoke and the embers danced around the room

    Flicker Spark

  10. The dream ends here Festering amid arched lillies And swarmed by bloodied mosquitoes Your body, desecrated and defiled, Sat restless in the bog. Who'll come to pick you up now, Who will find you In the backside of history of empire, Where the beasts lie And death comes to die. Your skull is split with fungi, A seedbed overflowing and splitting Bile at the gloom sky. Your ribs are tendrils and webs, Silver and black, cast down From hyena trees overlooking your departure. Farewell to the creatures and the critters Breeding in the stomach and swarming at the meal. Farewell to the blood-trees binding me And the poison ivy burning me. Farewell to the friends and family, Those who wouldn't care, Those who would never see me die, The dream ends here Festering amid arched lilies And swarmed by bloodied mosquitoes

    Festering Dream

  11. With alcohol and caffeine flushing down the toilet We stare out in a flush haze 'Electricity, are you with me?' Pipes buzzing and smoke overflowing The tiles of the shit-stained bathroom flip Every one of them a black-green pc screen With numbers rushing down Nuke codes and anthrax bombs CIA strikes and terrorist blows Sinking the sink and burying the lead We type in 'Electricity, you're in me'

    Flushed Out

  12. Cast down from human paradise, A devil falls towards the coffee sand, All blown away as wings strike the ground. And beneath the desert blisters and boils A sigil is cast - Heavensworn we have doomed us all. Fivefold sequences and tungsten spirals Poison the ground for the snakeskin farmers, Spitting into the sea across which battle angels Are fucking each other to death. Throne feathers and Dominion c-rings Float away over a dust-bin world - Blinded by a century of trinity light shows Played over radio glasshouses. Daemonaic arcanas were theirs And all they did was fuck the Devil.

    Trinity

  13. Bullet train riding Shooting off 500 mph Hardwired civilian-brand sniper rifle Pill bottle stock Stainless steel razor blade trigger Knotted rope barrel Sweet metallic mouthfeel Bullet train riding Doom clock reading 05:00 Pink-scented flesh-mended skeleton Train conducting in front of a banged up mirror There's no drowning in rail-rivers When I've become my own Hemlock/Charon Bullet train riding 500 steps away from home Don't know whether I'm picking up or dropping off Self-aggrandizing expression of self-determination Fantastic Final Fucking Fatal Freedom Or the pitiful reality Of sanctimonious self-defeat Who's driving this Bullet train riding

    Bullet Train Riding