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Hi, I'm SeerStuff (formerly known as xeerx).
I'm a self-taught digital artist in the U.S. I like to do illustrations, and concept art, and game on my free time. I
play League of Legends and Overwatch at the moment.
If you have time, please go visit my shop for some of my artwork on prints and various merch!
Pearl of LifeWhat had begun as a normal day in the waters swiftly changed as excited chatter filled the cavern. A shift in the water current foretold of the coming events and thousands upon thousands of mermen crammed into the small space. As the last few trickled in, a young blonde merman bumped head on with another in his haste.
“Sorry!” He hastily bowed his head but the one he had collided with was long gone.
Rubbing the sore spot, he hurriedly got into position. This was the first event in his short life as Dick 10. The excitement that ran through his veins was shared by all the mermen beside him, young or old. For this was what they lived for.
Looking to his left, he nodded at the merman next to him. The older Dick 55 gave him a wink. Grinning, he readied himself, his eyes taking in the amazing spectacle around him. Rows and rows of mermen stretched out in front of him, all of them looking identical to him… yet all so different.
Dick 30 had a foul temper, Dick 121 was always
VIDEO preparationSO some music video game artists do this
I won't open this to the public and unedited
I'll link it
so here goes
not a huge fan of this huge watermark if it tad bit faded then i'd like it
[THE SON OF THE FUCKING BITCH TARD FUCKIN SONY WHY YOU START LATE..... FAILED FAIL FAIL!!!!]
[so this is where it starts in the MOTHER FUCKING RECORDING SONY WHY YOU BE HATIN T_T]
Through the mist four arms Reachin for ya. If I miss ya my clone will get ya. Bullets runin low, out of vials you’ll know why they call I'm the heart of the nightmare…
lyric's damn broadcast cut out over 30 sec
You’ve came so far murdering so many bosses, ruining my plans. Well, you may have noticed those cries in the background, it was me.
The Bird Queen, Part 1: Suffering "Does it hurt?" the boy asked. He smiled as the Bird Queen cringed and coiled up into the fetal position. He obviously knew the answer to his own question, but couldn't help in savoring the girl's pain.
Alijarah looked up at the barred roof above her, only to be brought back to the reality of her torture. If only her late father's crows could swoop down and help her. Of course they can't, she thought. They're too scared of this guy. Her thoughts were then interrupted by the sudden burning of her wings. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Her shrieks echoed throughout the barely sunlit cage, making her captor very pleased.
"Don't go wandering off to other places. You still haven't answered my question."
"You putrid little Dorgriyah!!!" Alijarah stumbled to sit up and face the boy. "You've never felt the need to solidify bloodlines before. Why are you so interested nowaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A World outside LogicThe first time I saw you, I thought I was strong. That I could resist my body. That my soul would be strong enough to go against these feelings.
At first, I thought that I wouldn't even feel a thing about you.
"Good morning, Omega," Sarah greeted Omega as she sat down next to him.
"Good morning," Omega answered bluntly without raising his eyes from his physics book. Sarah smiled at him. Omega started repeating the decimals of pi to keep himself from blushing. He had run out of decimals while trying to distract himself from that girl a few times now.
He did not want to accept that he felt new feelings for this girl, no matter how kind or beautiful she was.
I did not want anyone to come closer to me, into this shell. But there you came, right into my den made of school books and particles. No energy field, iris scan nor emergency shutdown could hold you from coming. You had such kindness