K2NoE 🍁 九重 楓
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k2noeart.bsky.social
Hello #PortfolioDay ! I’m K2NoE.

I love drawing original characters — from cute to cool, and everything in between. Right now, I’m slowly building a new world and the people who live in it. If you enjoy what you see, I’d be happy if you join me in watching that world grow.
The white-haired figure gazes intently at a pebble held up to the light.

~ Nazarc’s Treasures ~

At the edge of the outpost or on the way back from a mission, Nazarc will sometimes halt mid-step. Then, with scar-scored fingertips, he gently lifts the small fragments that have resonated in his heart.

a cracked stone that had fallen beside the rubble heap of an old quarry

a frayed cord snagged on the window frame of a ruined house

a chipped button that had rolled across the floor of the outpost’s scrap yard, etc.

Every one of them is nicked, clotted with mud or rust, worn to uselessness and cast aside— the sort of thing that, if a Root-hand on cleaning duty were the one to stoop for it, would go straight into the bin.

To him, though, each is a precious treasure, a shard of his heart. After so long with his voice pared away and his self sealed shut, these are the feelings he has at last managed to hold.

Today again, he takes the treasures he has gathered from a cloth pouch, spreads them across the floor, and arranges them. From time to time he lifts one to the day’s last light pouring through the window, lets a small sound hum deep in his throat to confirm, “I am still here today,” and finds a quiet ease.

— from the private notebook of Crusheed Roque, First-Rank Harvester, Dawn Ash Outpost. A person with their hair tied back gazes at the paper in their hand, deep in thought.

『 The Duty of Reporting 』

Upon returning from a mission, purge the impure miasma into ashes and calm your spirit.

Then take up your brush and inscribe that day's mission onto paper while your memory remains vivid.

Four things must be recorded. This is the form of those who live within the ranks.

【Basic Information】 Date/Time, Rank, Name

【Location】       Coordinates, Terrain, Weather

【Flower Type】    Known or Mutated, Appearance of Outer Shell/Core, Success/Failure of Harvest

【Chant Used】    Name, Number of Times Used, Duration, Presence of Backlash

But what is truly important is the “insight” added afterward. The wind's shift, the earth's rumble, changes in light or scent...

Each is but a small echo, yet layered together they trace the soundscape of the 〈Flower〉, becoming knowledge that reaches future ears.

If someone's chant ceases during a mission, those remaining bear the duty to record their final moments.

Their death becomes a stone step in the array, a sturdy foothold preventing those who follow from falling into the same depths.

Reports are not prayers, yet piled high, they come to resemble them.

Record today, to sustain tomorrow.

― Words of a certain new recruit trainer, the Seed Keeper, of the Dawn Ash Outpost. The person with tied-up hair and the person with white hair each enjoy the first dish they try at the food stall in their own way.

『 At the Corner Stall 』

Sitting down on a sun-worn wooden chair, the scent of spices rose from the dish before him and tickled his nose. 

On the plate were roughly served potatoes with skin, a stew of beast meat, and a skewer grilled red. 

Nazarc awkwardly picked up the skewer, eyed the meat for a moment, then bit into it—

only to stop, his brow tightening. 

Perhaps the meat was tougher than he expected, or he simply didn’t know how to eat it

he adjusted his grip on the skewer with his teeth still in the meat. 

“Too tough for you?”

Crusheed asked, sliding some potatoes into a flatbread and glancing sideways.

No reply came, though the silence between them was nothing unusual.

“Pull the skewer out as it is.”

After a pause, Nazarc gave a small rumble in his throat,

then tugged the meat free in one motion and chewed with a dead-serious face. 

Watching him, Crusheed  took a bite of his own bread— 

a sharp, burning spice stung his nose, making his brow furrow.

“…That’s… pretty hot.”

From beside him came a faint throat sound again, as if in quiet agreement.
k2noeart.bsky.social
ぽーとふぉりおでー、反応&ご支援ありがとうございます🥰
明日の朝とお昼までRPさせて下さい!

Portfolio Day—thank you for your reactions and support! 🥰
Please let me roleplay until tomorrow morning and noon!
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k2noeart.bsky.social
Hello #PortfolioDay ! I’m K2NoE.

I love drawing original characters — from cute to cool, and everything in between. Right now, I’m slowly building a new world and the people who live in it. If you enjoy what you see, I’d be happy if you join me in watching that world grow.
The white-haired figure gazes intently at a pebble held up to the light.

~ Nazarc’s Treasures ~

At the edge of the outpost or on the way back from a mission, Nazarc will sometimes halt mid-step. Then, with scar-scored fingertips, he gently lifts the small fragments that have resonated in his heart.

a cracked stone that had fallen beside the rubble heap of an old quarry

a frayed cord snagged on the window frame of a ruined house

a chipped button that had rolled across the floor of the outpost’s scrap yard, etc.

Every one of them is nicked, clotted with mud or rust, worn to uselessness and cast aside— the sort of thing that, if a Root-hand on cleaning duty were the one to stoop for it, would go straight into the bin.

To him, though, each is a precious treasure, a shard of his heart. After so long with his voice pared away and his self sealed shut, these are the feelings he has at last managed to hold.

Today again, he takes the treasures he has gathered from a cloth pouch, spreads them across the floor, and arranges them. From time to time he lifts one to the day’s last light pouring through the window, lets a small sound hum deep in his throat to confirm, “I am still here today,” and finds a quiet ease.

— from the private notebook of Crusheed Roque, First-Rank Harvester, Dawn Ash Outpost. A person with their hair tied back gazes at the paper in their hand, deep in thought.

『 The Duty of Reporting 』

Upon returning from a mission, purge the impure miasma into ashes and calm your spirit.

Then take up your brush and inscribe that day's mission onto paper while your memory remains vivid.

Four things must be recorded. This is the form of those who live within the ranks.

【Basic Information】 Date/Time, Rank, Name

【Location】       Coordinates, Terrain, Weather

【Flower Type】    Known or Mutated, Appearance of Outer Shell/Core, Success/Failure of Harvest

【Chant Used】    Name, Number of Times Used, Duration, Presence of Backlash

But what is truly important is the “insight” added afterward. The wind's shift, the earth's rumble, changes in light or scent...

Each is but a small echo, yet layered together they trace the soundscape of the 〈Flower〉, becoming knowledge that reaches future ears.

If someone's chant ceases during a mission, those remaining bear the duty to record their final moments.

Their death becomes a stone step in the array, a sturdy foothold preventing those who follow from falling into the same depths.

Reports are not prayers, yet piled high, they come to resemble them.

Record today, to sustain tomorrow.

― Words of a certain new recruit trainer, the Seed Keeper, of the Dawn Ash Outpost. The person with tied-up hair and the person with white hair each enjoy the first dish they try at the food stall in their own way.

『 At the Corner Stall 』

Sitting down on a sun-worn wooden chair, the scent of spices rose from the dish before him and tickled his nose. 

On the plate were roughly served potatoes with skin, a stew of beast meat, and a skewer grilled red. 

Nazarc awkwardly picked up the skewer, eyed the meat for a moment, then bit into it—

only to stop, his brow tightening. 

Perhaps the meat was tougher than he expected, or he simply didn’t know how to eat it

he adjusted his grip on the skewer with his teeth still in the meat. 

“Too tough for you?”

Crusheed asked, sliding some potatoes into a flatbread and glancing sideways.

No reply came, though the silence between them was nothing unusual.

“Pull the skewer out as it is.”

After a pause, Nazarc gave a small rumble in his throat,

then tugged the meat free in one motion and chewed with a dead-serious face. 

Watching him, Crusheed  took a bite of his own bread— 

a sharp, burning spice stung his nose, making his brow furrow.

“…That’s… pretty hot.”

From beside him came a faint throat sound again, as if in quiet agreement.
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yukke000.bsky.social
#PortfolioDay みたいなのでリポストさせてください!
yukke000.bsky.social

自己紹介まとめです!

・ポートフォリオ yukke000.myportfolio.com/work
・制作依頼に関して yukke000.myportfolio.com/contact
ミュージシャンのグッズデザインなど時々やらせて頂いているイラストレーターです。
左上から
1.オリジナル
2.GHOST ghost-official.com
3.Mötley Crüe(不採用)
4.Barns Courtney barnscourtney.com

よろしくお願いします~!
#絵柄が好みって人にフォローされたい
#絵描きさんと繋がりたい
#illustration #art
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danhawk333.bsky.social
Happy #PortfolioDay

I'm just a Dan who is sharing what I draw with pens and paper on my personal art journey. Art is what I do to process my feelings about and escape from the world for a bit in the evenings and on weekends.
Pen drawing of a ghostly upper torso, neck, head and shoulders of a bald human emerging from a mass of organic shapes that suggest organs, musculature, veins and other structures. Facing left it is looking with solid white eyes and a third eye towards an area of alien writing and shapes in white on a black background next to what appears to the left half of a viewer facing grey style alien being in an embryonic pose in a container and hooked up to wires and is propped up by the same structure of the background
Pen drawing that is mostly black and white focused on a humanoid figure with many different organic growths coming out of their back that contain eyes, while the upper part of their face is covered by a solid plate that has the skin of the lower part of the face connected to it by rivets. The rest of their body is covered by strange techno-organic growths and in the background is another figure reclining and holding their hands above their head into the arched walls that frame the scene. The surrounding area makes an oval portal like shape that filled with a yellowish hue and a number of orange ringed elongated eye like shapes with white centers with black filaments.
Pen drawing with the main element being a serpentine figure with vaguely feminine human features and a spiral shell like structure on the head, leaning from the right with large black eyes and a body covered with various bony growths like armor down it's back, kneeling on an uneven stone floor. One arm with a couple of large claws is slightly pointed at another figure is visible just below a large obsidian stylized skull pendant. The other figure is standing, holding a flowing robe at the waist, but has a smooth stone face but is otherwise human. In the background, lounging on the ground or on a pillar amount he strange organic shapes while in the background are stone structures that appear to be a temple like complex with a large circular structure that looks to be plugged into the large stylized skulls below it.
Pen drawing of a stylized, thin, feminine figure with a face that is just a black void with three white orbs sitting cross-legged in tattered black gown floating under an arch surrounded by runes and vegetation. They are floating amoung ruins flanked by a winged figures with bodies made of starry sky with smaller beings with animal skull type heads in black robes in the foreground of the floating figure. The wings of the crouching figures are in front of organiseh-yellow portals in the blue and purple sky while a feline humanoid figure slinks in from the right in the foreground.
Reposted by K2NoE 🍁 九重 楓
sunthrone.art
Hello #portfolioday

I do character design commissions! Currently busy at work on the designs and worldbuilding for my graphic novel, but I'm always open for extra work on the side!

📧 [email protected]
🖼️ cara.app/sunthrone
Multiple designs of the same character - one features her entire red and copper-gold outfit, the other shows just her undersuit. On the side are text blurbs and callouts of the details on her suit and outfit A rough design sketch of a knight's outfit - first figure is the under-armor, while other two show a suit of powered armor from side and front A manga style panel of an Au Ra woman striding through a dark jungle Shez and Byleth from Fire Emblem in their summer outfits
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wo0osh.bsky.social
Hi #Portfolioday 💕

Im Woosh and i draw my OCs and adopts <3
k2noeart.bsky.social
Hello #PortfolioDay ! I’m K2NoE.

I love drawing original characters — from cute to cool, and everything in between. Right now, I’m slowly building a new world and the people who live in it. If you enjoy what you see, I’d be happy if you join me in watching that world grow.
The white-haired figure gazes intently at a pebble held up to the light.

~ Nazarc’s Treasures ~

At the edge of the outpost or on the way back from a mission, Nazarc will sometimes halt mid-step. Then, with scar-scored fingertips, he gently lifts the small fragments that have resonated in his heart.

a cracked stone that had fallen beside the rubble heap of an old quarry

a frayed cord snagged on the window frame of a ruined house

a chipped button that had rolled across the floor of the outpost’s scrap yard, etc.

Every one of them is nicked, clotted with mud or rust, worn to uselessness and cast aside— the sort of thing that, if a Root-hand on cleaning duty were the one to stoop for it, would go straight into the bin.

To him, though, each is a precious treasure, a shard of his heart. After so long with his voice pared away and his self sealed shut, these are the feelings he has at last managed to hold.

Today again, he takes the treasures he has gathered from a cloth pouch, spreads them across the floor, and arranges them. From time to time he lifts one to the day’s last light pouring through the window, lets a small sound hum deep in his throat to confirm, “I am still here today,” and finds a quiet ease.

— from the private notebook of Crusheed Roque, First-Rank Harvester, Dawn Ash Outpost. A person with their hair tied back gazes at the paper in their hand, deep in thought.

『 The Duty of Reporting 』

Upon returning from a mission, purge the impure miasma into ashes and calm your spirit.

Then take up your brush and inscribe that day's mission onto paper while your memory remains vivid.

Four things must be recorded. This is the form of those who live within the ranks.

【Basic Information】 Date/Time, Rank, Name

【Location】       Coordinates, Terrain, Weather

【Flower Type】    Known or Mutated, Appearance of Outer Shell/Core, Success/Failure of Harvest

【Chant Used】    Name, Number of Times Used, Duration, Presence of Backlash

But what is truly important is the “insight” added afterward. The wind's shift, the earth's rumble, changes in light or scent...

Each is but a small echo, yet layered together they trace the soundscape of the 〈Flower〉, becoming knowledge that reaches future ears.

If someone's chant ceases during a mission, those remaining bear the duty to record their final moments.

Their death becomes a stone step in the array, a sturdy foothold preventing those who follow from falling into the same depths.

Reports are not prayers, yet piled high, they come to resemble them.

Record today, to sustain tomorrow.

― Words of a certain new recruit trainer, the Seed Keeper, of the Dawn Ash Outpost. The person with tied-up hair and the person with white hair each enjoy the first dish they try at the food stall in their own way.

『 At the Corner Stall 』

Sitting down on a sun-worn wooden chair, the scent of spices rose from the dish before him and tickled his nose. 

On the plate were roughly served potatoes with skin, a stew of beast meat, and a skewer grilled red. 

Nazarc awkwardly picked up the skewer, eyed the meat for a moment, then bit into it—

only to stop, his brow tightening. 

Perhaps the meat was tougher than he expected, or he simply didn’t know how to eat it

he adjusted his grip on the skewer with his teeth still in the meat. 

“Too tough for you?”

Crusheed asked, sliding some potatoes into a flatbread and glancing sideways.

No reply came, though the silence between them was nothing unusual.

“Pull the skewer out as it is.”

After a pause, Nazarc gave a small rumble in his throat,

then tugged the meat free in one motion and chewed with a dead-serious face. 

Watching him, Crusheed  took a bite of his own bread— 

a sharp, burning spice stung his nose, making his brow furrow.

“…That’s… pretty hot.”

From beside him came a faint throat sound again, as if in quiet agreement.
k2noeart.bsky.social
スランプ……は、描く気力が沸かない・描いても気に入らない系のは1~2ヶ月に数回あるかないか位?かな。

描く気力が沸かない場合は、アウトプットのし過ぎや単純に体調が良くなかったり疲れている場合が多いので、愛鳥を吸ったり、美味しいもの食べたり、長風呂してみたり、早めに休んだりして心身を労わって気力を充電。

描いても気に入らない場合は、描いているものがマンネリ化してたりする場合が多いので、インプットの日へとシフトチェンジ。兎に角、好きな漫画やイラストを沢山観て脳に刺激を与えて自分のテンションをあげて行く!他にも、気に入るまで描き続けたり、何で気に入らないのかを分析したりと解決方法は様々~。
k2noeart.bsky.social
今こつこつ描いている『Blue Amber』は基本的に地下のお話がメインなんだけど、地上の話も描きたいんだよな~~っと考えてて、ふと……同じ世界だし新しくタイトルつけてそっちで描けば解決じゃない?っとなり、急遽生えた新規枠が『Red Amber』。一応こっちの方が先に案出ししてたお話で、とある街の配達員アンセルが主人公。
k2noeart.bsky.social
一応ここら辺の絵も同じ世界でのお話 #oc #ocsky #art #sketch #一次創作 #K2NoE/oc_BlueAmber
k2noeart.bsky.social
プロテクト掛けると彩度が少し落ちちゃうのがねぇ〜調整難し
k2noeart.bsky.social
ハァハァ……何とか形に出来た
k2noeart.bsky.social
種族について
#oc #ocsky #art #一次創作 #K2NoE/oc_BlueAmber
k2noeart.bsky.social
う~~ん、魅力的な線画も描ける様になりたい
k2noeart.bsky.social
FAを描くほど気に入ってくれたのなら、開発会社を応援する意味でもソフトを買って頂きたいですね……「次」に繋げる為にも(元業界人
k2noeart.bsky.social
いつもは作業用BGM流しているけれど、今日は無音の方が捗る日
k2noeart.bsky.social
やっぱり 良!!!
k2noeart.bsky.social
脳を動かしたい……久々にONE PIECE FAN LETTER観るかな
k2noeart.bsky.social
happy birthday💕🥤🍰🎉
k2noeart.bsky.social
ある意味人生を狂わされたというか、私の癖の下地を作り上げてくれた作品

・うしおととら
・からくりサーカス

登場人物全員の生き様が格好良い、関係性に胸が締め付けられる、人(人外も含む)の強さと脆さの物語にのたうち回る。こんなに感情を揺さぶられる漫画に多感な時期に出会えて本当に良かった!
k2noeart.bsky.social
もんもんと『自分が描きたい絵』というモノが何なのか?を考えていたけれど、やっぱり登場人物の物語を丁寧に描く(描きたい気持ちはあるけれど、私には向いていない気がする)よりも、世界観……絵を通してその世界の空気感を伝えたり、好奇心を刺激出来るようなものを作りたいんだろうなぁ、という結論に至る(n回目
k2noeart.bsky.social
自分の性癖を詰め込んだハッピーセット一次創作は楽しいよ😘
k2noeart.bsky.social
うちの紅眼族はまだやりようあるけど、ナザルクは虹彩がグレーだからな……
k2noeart.bsky.social
キャラクターの瞳をラインなしで表現してみたいけど難し~
k2noeart.bsky.social
来週までにちょっと色を乗せよう
k2noeart.bsky.social
この世界においての一般的な人類の種類と比率
#oc #ocsky #art #sketch #一次創作 #K2NoE/oc_BlueAmber