Happy Valentine's day everyone
A Viareck woman showing for her lover.
Reference and original belongs to xxCuteEmmyxx.
Done in Adobe Illustrator.
#NSFW #viareck #adobeillustrator #Valentinesday #nsfwart #sexy #nude
Commission
#hentai #nsfw #porn #sex #naughty #horny #fuck #nude #sex #patreon #commission #pinup
My barbarian character for the world of Mirditheria, Brolnir.
the-black-prince.fandom.com/wiki/Brolnir
#oc
#barbarian
#adobeillustrator
#NSFW
In the heart of the kingdom of Rathonia, three notorious outlaws—Suspiria Helion, a woman with brown hair, Gattas Zorander, a man with golden hair, and the leader, Morticia Frost, the eldest of them—stood as the last remnants of a once-feared band of thieves. Their faces, marked by defiance and hardened by a life of crime, told tales of violence and treachery, having committed unspeakable acts, including robbery, slave trading, and murder. After a relentless pursuit by the kingdom's law enforcers, they were finally captured and brought to trial. They were declared guilty. After a few months in prison, the punishment was carried out: a public execution awaited them, an act meant to serve as a grim reminder to all who dared to transgress the law. Under the glaring gaze of the townsfolk, they were led to the gallows.
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Outlaws executed by hanging while naked
Description in alt.
#fantasy #nsfwart #peril #NSFW #bound #noose #bondage #hanging #nudity #hanged #asphyxiation #execution #adobeillustrator
An adult Yetrus drawing for my Black Prince series.
Weapons for the Black Prince stories. Made in Adobe Illustrator.
My updated Tarzan drawing
#tarzan
#sketch
Last post of 2025
A comparison of a male and female Viareck.
Done in Adobe Illustrator.
#viarecks
#adobeillustrator
I miss pre-AI era internet, I wish AI could go away and never came back
Commission from Edhendra.
A romantic scene.
#viareck
#NSFW
Artificial Intelligence ❌
Autistic Individual ✔️
In the heart of a shadowy forest, where the sunlight barely kissed the ground through the dense canopy, a band of ruthless outlaws had ensnared a young man named Brolnir, scarcely eighteen and fiercely defiant. Stripped of his clothes and possessions, he stood exposed and vulnerable, with no shield to protect his dignity. The cool breeze whispered through the trees as he was unceremoniously hoisted onto a horse, the rough ropes of a noose constricting around his neck, the knot tightly tied behind his head, secured to a thick branch of an ancient sycamore that loomed overhead like a silent witness to his plight. With a fierce glint in his eye, Brolnir spat curses at his captors, his voice echoing with desperation and defiance. When the outlaws cruelly led the horse away from beneath him, the ground vanished in an instant, and Brolnir’s body jerked downward. Panic surged through him as he kicked desperately, lunging for a footing that would never come, his breath ragged as the noose tightened, mercilessly constricting his throat. His struggle embodies resilience, inspiring hope amid peril. Oblivious to the fate that awaited them, the outlaws turned their backs, leaving Brolnir to dangle in torment. Yet unknown to them, destiny held a different fate for this young man. As he fought against the darkness creeping at the edges of his vision, aid from the most unexpected of sources would soon arrive, transforming him from a mere victim into a legend that would resonate through the ages, inspiring tales of bravery and resilience long after they had vanished into the shadows.
Happy New Year.
Here is my a post of my Barbarian Air Dance.
What are the prices and what are your do and don't?
Tomorrow
I might be ready.
Repost and updated.
Jange for the Dinolria series.
On Adobe Illustrator.
##adobeillustrator #oc #nude
fantasy-world-of-dinolria.fandom.com/wiki/Jange
First post of the year.
My updated Utahraptor for my Dinolria series that was done in Adobe Illustrator.
#Utahraptor
#adobeillustrator
#paleoart
fantasy-world-of-dinolria.fandom.com/wiki/Utahrap...
Last post of 2025
A comparison of a male and female Viareck.
Done in Adobe Illustrator.
#viarecks
#adobeillustrator
In the heart of a shadowy forest, where the sunlight barely kissed the ground through the dense canopy, a band of ruthless outlaws had ensnared a young man named Brolnir, scarcely eighteen and fiercely defiant. Stripped of his clothes and possessions, he stood exposed and vulnerable, with no shield to protect his dignity. The cool breeze whispered through the trees as he was unceremoniously hoisted onto a horse, the rough ropes of a noose constricting around his neck, the knot tightly tied behind his head, secured to a thick branch of an ancient sycamore that loomed overhead like a silent witness to his plight. With a fierce glint in his eye, Brolnir spat curses at his captors, his voice echoing with desperation and defiance. When the outlaws cruelly led the horse away from beneath him, the ground vanished in an instant, and Brolnir’s body jerked downward. Panic surged through him as he kicked desperately, lunging for a footing that would never come, his breath ragged as the noose tightened, mercilessly constricting his throat. His struggle embodies resilience, inspiring hope amid peril. Oblivious to the fate that awaited them, the outlaws turned their backs, leaving Brolnir to dangle in torment. Yet unknown to them, destiny held a different fate for this young man. As he fought against the darkness creeping at the edges of his vision, aid from the most unexpected of sources would soon arrive, transforming him from a mere victim into a legend that would resonate through the ages, inspiring tales of bravery and resilience long after they had vanished into the shadows.
Happy New Year.
Here is my a post of my Barbarian Air Dance.
A redo of my male Viareck done in Adobe Illustrator.
#adobeillustrator #viareck
Me too since I am on the spectrum myself.
Merry Christmas
I decided to add a third picture to Barbarian Air Dance in Adobe Illustrator.
Made in Adobe Illustrator.
RIP warriors of Pearl Harbor
Best of luck.
Repost of Barbarian Air Dance
In the heart of a shadowy forest, where the sunlight barely kissed the ground through the dense canopy, a band of ruthless outlaws had ensnared a young man named Brolnir, scarcely eighteen and fiercely defiant. Stripped of his clothes and possessions, he stood exposed and vulnerable, with no shield to protect his dignity. The cool breeze whispered through the trees as he was unceremoniously hoisted onto a horse, the rough ropes of a noose constricting around his neck, the knot tightly tied behind his head, secured to a thick branch of an ancient sycamore that loomed overhead like a silent witness to his plight. With a fierce glint in his eye, Brolnir spat curses at his captors, his voice echoing with desperation and defiance. When the outlaws cruelly led the horse away from beneath him, the ground vanished in an instant, and Brolnir’s body jerked downward. Panic surged through him as he kicked desperately, lunging for a footing that would never come, his breath ragged as the noose tightened, mercilessly constricting his throat. His struggle embodies resilience, inspiring hope amid peril. Oblivious to the fate that awaited them, the outlaws turned their backs, leaving Brolnir to dangle in torment. Yet unknown to them, destiny held a different fate for this young man. As he fought against the darkness creeping at the edges of his vision, aid from the most unexpected of sources would soon arrive, transforming him from a mere victim into a legend that would resonate through the ages, inspiring tales of bravery and resilience long after they had vanished into the shadows.
In the heart of a shadowy forest, where the sunlight barely kissed the ground through the dense canopy, a band of ruthless outlaws had ensnared a young man named Brolnir, scarcely eighteen and fiercely defiant. Stripped of his clothes and possessions, he stood exposed and vulnerable, with no shield to protect his dignity. The cool breeze whispered through the trees as he was unceremoniously hoisted onto a horse, the rough ropes of a noose constricting around his neck, the knot tightly tied behind his head, secured to a thick branch of an ancient sycamore that loomed overhead like a silent witness to his plight. With a fierce glint in his eye, Brolnir spat curses at his captors, his voice echoing with desperation and defiance. When the outlaws cruelly led the horse away from beneath him, the ground vanished in an instant, and Brolnir’s body jerked downward. Panic surged through him as he kicked desperately, lunging for a footing that would never come, his breath ragged as the noose tightened, mercilessly constricting his throat. His struggle embodies resilience, inspiring hope amid peril. Oblivious to the fate that awaited them, the outlaws turned their backs, leaving Brolnir to dangle in torment. Yet unknown to them, destiny held a different fate for this young man. As he fought against the darkness creeping at the edges of his vision, aid from the most unexpected of sources would soon arrive, transforming him from a mere victim into a legend that would resonate through the ages, inspiring tales of bravery and resilience long after they had vanished into the shadows.
A barbarian's naked dance in the forest.
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Note: this project has been quite the piece of work, the forest was quite the challenge.
You may find in the Rule34 site some day.
#NSFW #peril #barbarian #bound #nsfwart #fantasy #adobeillustrator #hanged #hanging #nudity
Currently thinking about an idea for a commission.
