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Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by and Reimagined
Bathed in the golden breath of an autumn sun, Sylvara Narethiel walks the quiet paths of the ancient woods—half seen, half whispered. Her vivid blue eyes shimmer like dew on midnight petals, framed by dark locks threaded with forest lore. Draped in flowing violet silk embroidered with moonleaf and spell-thread, she carries the silence of dusk and the heartbeat of old magic. Neither queen nor warrior, but something older—one of the Veilborn. A daughter of twilight, where beauty is a shield and nature her only kingdom.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X.
A lone, enigmatic figure stands amidst the ruins of an ancient Victorian cemetery, cloaked in layers of black, wind-tattered fabric adorned with cryptic symbols. The air is thick with mist, curling around crumbling gravestones and ivy-choked mausoleums. Statues of weeping angels and winged guardians loom in the background, their stony expressions eroded by time and sorrow.
His eyes burn with a supernatural glow beneath an ornately sculpted mask of dark metal, both beautiful and terrifying — a relic of forgotten rites. Bare trees twist like withered hands toward the pale, full moon, casting long shadows that slither across the damp earth.
Every step this figure takes seems to echo with the weight of centuries. The silence is broken only by the distant creak of iron gates and the whisper of lost souls trapped between this world and the next.
This is not merely a graveyard. It is a place of judgment, memory, and ancient power. And he — whatever he is — does not belong to the world of the living.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by a Picture of: WJ Postma
As the solar haze of early twilight bathes the skyline, a colossal, chrome-plated star-yacht silently glides into dock — its angular hull aglow with iridescent strips of neon light, reflecting shimmering ribbons across the water. Behind it rises the awe-inspiring Orbital Horizon Spire: a towering structure of concentric glass tiers, bioluminescent vegetation curling along its balconies, and cascading energy conduits pulsing like arteries of a living world. Crowds gather along the promenade to witness the spectacle, their silhouettes dwarfed by the ship’s presence and the looming curvature of a titanic planet eclipsing the atmosphere above — its textured surface alive with circuitry and cloud storms.
The scene feels like a moment suspended in time — a seamless blend of technology, wonder, and anticipation, as civilization greets the future one luminous vessel at a time.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X
Elariah Virellune was not born — she was woven. In the dawn before time whispered its first syllables, the Dream-Tide shimmered through the cosmos and left behind its most radiant echo: Elariah.
Her skin is soft stardust and ocean foam, aglow with cosmic light — a tapestry of twilight blues, purples, and the occasional flare of rose-gold shimmer that drifts across her like a living nebula. Her eyes are galactic wells: vast, hypnotic, and filled with swirling magic — not merely windows to the soul, but galaxies bound by purpose.
Twisting from her temples are iridescent, crystalline horns, like spiraled reef-crowns blessed by the gods of light and tide. Her hair flows endlessly, a cascade of pearlescent strands threaded with pearls, starlight motes, and whispers of forgotten dreams.
Elariah is the last known Syla’nari, an ancient celestial bloodline tasked with preserving the harmony between sleeping realms and the waking world. She speaks not with sound, but through resonance — thoughts that bloom like music in the minds of those who can still dream.
Though divine in bearing, she is not infallible. Elariah feels the shift before it arrives. Something darker now tugs at the edge of dreams — and she alone must cross the veil to stop it.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by a Second Life Image of: OlBear Threebeards
Reimagined in Ai, thnk you for the Inspiration
Beneath a sky ablaze with violet lightning and cursed wind, a lone warrior stands defiant on the edge of the known world. With steel in hand and scars carved by time and fate, he faces a towering wraith — a deathless sentinel cloaked in shadows, hovering above the broken earth. Trees twist like skeletal hands around them, and the air trembles between silence and ruin. This is no ordinary duel — it is a reckoning between mortality and the eternal, where one breath and one blade may decide the balance between life and oblivion.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X
From the molten breath of the world’s first volcano rose Virethra, a being neither goddess nor beast — but something older. Her sapphire skin is armored in ancient scales, glowing from within like the last light of a dying sun. Her eyes are forged from raw flame, twin pyres that pierce through lies, fear, and the fabric of time itself.
Crown-like horns spiral from her skull like molten gold twisted by wind, and emberlight dances across her form with every breath. Her presence ignites the very air, trailing fire motes like falling stars. She speaks only when silence burns too loud, and when she does, mountains bow.
Virethra is not a conqueror.
She is the flame after the fall —
the sovereign of ruin,
the beauty of extinction,
and the whisper in the fire that says:
"I remain."
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
Liora Vael, the Heart of the Blooming Flame, stands not upon the earth — she roots through time itself. Her form is sculpted from bark and breathing light, her body a cathedral of ancient wood and woven vines. Glowing golden embers pulse within her chest and neck, tracing her figure like sacred veins of fire within a living tree.
Her eyes burn — not with wrath, but with prophecy. They are the kind of eyes that see seeds inside stones and futures beneath falling leaves.
Upon her brow, an impossible crown blossoms: enormous lotus-like flowers, each petal alight with inner flame, glowing like the sun trapped in velvet. They bloom from her head as though thought itself became flower. Around her, the air vibrates — not with sound, but with awe.
Where she walks, the forest blooms in silence.
Where she breathes, the old gods stir.
She is neither goddess nor spirit.
She is the memory of growth in a world that once forgot how to bloom.
I have finalized my designs and the process to make my tents.
I have decided not to use the stitching or window flaps on my tents, I prefer the clean look. Shown are all the tents except for the medic tent which will be screen-printed.
I am in the process of treating fabric and cutting the tents, I'm hoping to have them listed by Friday, as long as my fabric arrives on time. Not shown is a natural colored fabric which I plan to use for revolutionary and civil war tents.
Question: Should I make tent fly's to match the tents ?
Place: Guangzhou, Guangdong Province
Chinese name: 众泰T600运动版 (zhòngtài T600 yùndòng bǎn)
Year of launch: 2016 (2013)
Zotye is a Chinese independent carmaker that started producing cars in 2006. Zotye showed impressive growth in the past years, selling 328,875 cars on the local market in 2016, quadruple the amount of 2012. The cars itself are slightly less impressive so far. It started with the 2008 (Nomad), an unlicensed copy of the first generation Daihatsu Terios. Later Zotye bought production rights and toolings to produce the Fiat Palio/Siena/Perla, Multipla and Lancia Lybra. The former one entered production as Zotye Z200, the Multipla as Mutiplan (M300) and the Lybra was never finalized. Zotye has a questionable reputation for copying products of foreign carmakers, making copies of the Audi A6, Audi Q3, Audi Q5, Porsche Macan, Toyota Allion and Volkswagen Crossblue Coupé Concept (!). The popular T600 is a copy of the Audi Q5 with a Volkswagen Touareg front end.
The T600 Sport is a version of the T600 with a different front end compared to the regular T600.
FN-2187 and Poe sneak aboard a Tie Fighter and attempt to escape the Finalizer. Unfortunately, the escape does not go smoothly as the craft is tethered to its docking port. The pair eventually make it out of the hangar, leaving a cloud of destruction in their wake.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
The Backward Smiler: Reflectionbound
"It smiles with you, then before you... then without you."
In the dim light of antique mirrors and still water, The Backward Smiler waits—not behind you, but within you. Its skin gleams like tarnished chrome, featureless until you give it something to mimic. The image in the reflection is always too perfect at first… and then, far too wrong.
It mimics your body. Your posture.
Then it smiles too early.
Then it smiles too wide.
And before you know it… it’s no longer you.
In this form, Reflectionbound, The Backward Smiler doesn't just mimic you—it stretches beyond you. Its smile splits into something anatomical and unnatural, tearing at the "boundary" between what is flesh and what is memory. The surface of the mirror becomes liquid-like, a gateway into itself, as if the reflection is trying to pull you in.
Lore:
Some say this is not one creature, but a sentient network of haunted mirrors, all sharing a single consciousness—the first mirror that ever reflected human fear. This form, seen in the reflection here, is its true shape—not bound by anatomy, but by mimicry itself.
Children say if you stare too long into a mirror at night and force a smile, you’ll start to feel it smile back with muscles you don’t control.
Phenomena & Warnings:
Smile Lag: Your reflection will smile before you do.
Face Tension: Prolonged staring may cause the feeling of your skin pulling inward toward the mirror.
Reflection Mismatch: Victims report seeing themselves continue to move for 2–3 seconds after turning away.
How to Banish It (Temporarily):
Speak your full name backward three times.
Do not cover the mirror—break the gaze instead.
If its smile begins to stretch, never return to that mirror again.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by a picture of: jean-baptiste.higounet
A breathtaking vision of a near-future waterfront at dusk, where innovation meets elegance. The scene centers on a luxurious, next-gen transport vessel docked at a sleek, neon-lit pier. The craft’s aerodynamic hull gleams with brushed metallic panels and seamless curves, illuminated by underglow lighting in hues of teal, violet, and pink that shimmer across the rippling water. Its translucent canopy reveals a pristine, high-tech interior, hinting at silent propulsion and zero-gravity comfort.
The docking station itself is a marvel of modern architecture—angular yet fluid, with suspended rooflines and ambient lighting that casts a soft glow on the trio of silhouetted passengers preparing to board. Above them, a dual-tiered bridge stretches across the horizon, supported by futuristic pylons and lined with minimal light trails from anti-grav vehicles.
The background buzzes with life: a sprawling metropolis silhouetted by the fading sun, with glowing skyscrapers, elegant suspension bridges, and distant drones crisscrossing the skyline. The sky burns with the last light of day—clouds tinged gold and blush—while the water below reflects the surreal palette of a world perfectly balanced between natural beauty and synthetic advancement.
© István Pénzes.
Please NOTE and RESPECT the copyright.
12th March 2022, Berlin
Leica M-P Typ 240
Leica Apo-Summicron 75mm ASPH.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
Aelrié glides more than walks, her translucent form wrapped in robes of living starlight and silken mist. Her hair flows like a pastel aurora — shimmering in blues, pinks, and warm sunrise gold — constantly moving, as if brushed by unseen tides. Her eyes remain closed unless she truly sees someone — and when she does, galaxies flicker within.
Location: Wanders the borders of Dreamflow and waking woodlands, near dew-covered ruins and veiled memories.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Amid a vast and desolate wasteland, beneath a sky bleached pale with dust and wind, rises a terrifying figure — a war-goddess cursed by the divine, reborn as myth incarnate. Her face, pallid and cracked like weathered stone, is frozen mid-scream, mouth opened impossibly wide to reveal rows of jagged, predatory fangs — a cry that splits the silence of the dead desert.
Crowning her head is a living, writhing mass of serpents — not simple snakes, but scaled horrors with embedded bone and death etched into their form. Each snake is forged from gold and shadow, some hissing, some lunging, their eyes cold with ancient wrath. Twisted among them are shriveled skulls — trophies or cursed souls bound into her mane — forming a grotesque halo of bone and flesh.
Her eyes burn with an unnatural, glowing blue light — devoid of mercy, filled with vengeance. Ornate golden armor, cracked with age and scorched by time, wraps around her shoulders and chest like the remnants of a forgotten dynasty. The plates are worn, yet still gleam faintly with residual power, covered in runes and mechanical joints, blurring the line between technology and necromancy.
Behind her, the barren earth stretches endlessly. The cracked sands and distant mountains frame her as an ancient queen of ruin — a deity unburied, unrepentant. She kneels with clawed fingers digging into the dust, a creature poised between scream and spell, vengeance and rebirth.
She is not hiding. She is not myth.
She is the curse.
Working hard last night to finalize portrait work with Evangelia, inspired from Japanese Beauty, that I wanted to share.
Picture taken Hasseblad H5D50 and Profoto Lights!
One light setup a 39' Elinchrom deep octa and a white panel reflecting the light back.
ISO 50, F 11, 1/ 125
Retouching with Photoshop, skin coloring .
Photography John Magas & Anthea Blanas
Model: Evangelia Gkountroumpi
Retouching & Color Grading: John Magas
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Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop and Photoscape X.
Hidden deep within the Chasm of Lament, a yawning abyss where light dares not descend, the Sepulchral Spire rises unnaturally from the stone — as if summoned, not built. It hangs suspended above the abyss on impossible arches of bone and iron, anchored by forgotten spells and the will of its mistress.
Yay, Eva's personal mashup is done, and I'm pleased with myself :P
Obviously not for distribution because other talented people's assets were used here.
Assets from the following mods were used:
Brotherhood of Steel Kit by Leyr
CROSS Uni BoS Uniform by Niero
CROSS Uni Scarf by Niero
WOBA - Weapons on Back Addon by Amoveve
combat gear semi upgrade for wearable backpack by nhimkoko
Nanosuit by Vasstek
Simply clothes by invalidfate
Spartan Sniper Outfit - CBBE by calyps
This is the second finalized building for my ongoing city project. It's going to nestle against a firehouse when the project is done.
This was photographed with a new lighting setup...not really a fan of it, so I think I'll try to make an actual lightbox as soon as the hobby shops re-open here.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by Underworld
Perched high atop the rain-slicked spires of the gothic skyline, she surveys the sleeping city below — a predator cloaked in leather and silence. Her name is whispered in both vampire courts and hunter enclaves alike, a legend draped in shadows. As lightning tears through the storm-choked sky, her crimson eyes reflect the war that brews beneath the surface. She is the last sentinel of a broken covenant — patient, poised, and ready to descend into chaos.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Bathed in violet light and veiled in midnight shimmer, Celestia Noir commands the cosmic runway like a goddess of sound and starlight. Her flowing obsidian hair merges with the shadows while her black and purple jeweled bodysuit radiates gold-threaded brilliance, reflecting the blaze of the spotlight and the fire of her presence. Swirls of golden particles dance around her like fragments of a distant galaxy, as her radiant rainbow eyes remain closed in serene confidence—lost in her own gravitational rhythm. A fusion of dark glamour and celestial mystique, she is both the silence before the beat drops and the echo that lingers after.
Done in Ai. Finalized in Photoshop.
She stands before the Gates of Hell — not as a servant, but as its sovereign sentinel.
Lilith Vehrakai, daughter of betrayal and queen by blood-forged right, commands the threshold between damnation and the world above. Her crimson hair flows like molten silk, a banner of wrath and seduction. Two blackened horns crown her like a queen of shadows, twisted with age and power. Her glowing ember eyes burn with eternal judgment — not rage, but calculation.
Her armor is wrought of black steel and abyssal bone, encrusted with soulstone and demon-forged silver. The chestplate bears the sigil of the Ninth Seal, and her shoulders bloom with barbed plating like the wings of a nightmare. A dark gothic cross marks her forehead — a symbol of rebellion, punishment, and control.
Behind her, the Gates of Hell tower with ancient menace: a labyrinth of obsidian carvings, serpents, and twisted demons. Dragon-like beasts writhe in bas-relief, clutching screaming skulls in coiling claws. Fallen angels are etched into the surface — wings broken, eyes hollow, hands forever reaching toward a heaven that cast them down.
Lilith does not speak.
She does not invite.
She waits — for the day the gates open not to keep souls in… but to let her out.
Curiosity Rover : Sol 3454 'Navcam Composite Art'
Mars by (Earth style) Moonlight
Just for fun - nothing serious
Sol 3454 Navcam Left Mosaic with false colour = Foreground
Generic "Milky-Way Galaxy" Night sky Image = Background / Star filled sky
Created by stitching the Navcam Mosaic using MS ICE
False colour and sky replacement handled in Photoshop CC
Finalized using ACDSee Photo Studio Ultimate 2020
Feel free to use or share any of my Images as long as you cite the original Source link to the Flickr Original when reused or modified - If possible can you add my name in the credit(s) when used also
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That would be very much appreciated
Large images and the technica details in my blog, please, have a look here:
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Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by and Reimagined
Bathed in the cold, ethereal glow of the deep ocean, a mysterious sea-sorceress stands cloaked in shadows and shimmering magic. Her midnight-blue skin glistens with a serpentine sheen, patterned in subtle scales that catch every ember of light. Eyes burning with golden fire pierce the darkness, glowing with ancient power and secrets long submerged. From her tangled, kelp-like hair hang glinting pearls and crystal filigree, whispering of royal lineage or forgotten magic.
Cradled delicately in her hands is a radiant, flame-like crystal — pulsing and alive, its molten core casting flickering reflections across her sculpted face and chest. Each spark that escapes its surface drifts upward like fireflies in slow motion, illuminating the bioluminescent beads that adorn her collar and arms. The cave around her is otherworldly, carved by centuries of currents, lined with glowing coral, drifting lights, and the eerie silence of the abyss.
She is not merely part of the sea — she commands it. A sentinel of drowned realms. A bearer of the last living flame beneath the waves.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
“Built from war. Driven by wrath.”
From the ruins of fire-choked highways and collapsing cities, this is no truck — it’s a predator on 18 wheels. A biomechanical demon forged in steel, circuits, and fury. No driver. No mercy. Just forward motion and the end of everything in its wake.
They say it doesn’t need fuel.
They say it hunts on instinct.
They say if you see its eyes glow red… it’s already too late.
I remember when this beauty was unveiled very clearly. It was in the "Force for Change" announcement, and I, like so many others, was firmly in the understanding that what we were looking at was a Z-95 Headhunter. Then the Star Wars twitter corrected us all - this was the evolution of the X-Wing. I was sad to hear this - but accepted it. Things change, and so must the X-Wing. Then someone figured out that the wings would open adjacent, instead of sandwiching like on the classic X-Wing. I was intrigued, to say the least, but firmly in the camp that it could never exceed, in my mind, the classic. That is until now. I can't believe I'm saying this but I think the T-70 is cooler than the T-65. And, with that shocker off my chest, I present to you my finalized Resistance X-Wing. I've added mostly small details, and I'm excited to show them all.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by and Reimagined
Aurelya, the Pale Depths Empress, stands timeless within her frozen dominion, her presence both a warning and a wonder. Her skin is porcelain-fair and flawless, yet untouched by warmth. Her eyes glow with glacial radiance, crystalline and ever-watching — as though carved from the hearts of ancient icebergs that have never seen sunlight.
Her gown is an intricate tapestry of midnight-black silk and layered frost-lace, sculpted to perfection, fitted like ritual armor. Sprawling across her bodice is a tangle of frozen root-metal filigree, like winter-locked veins of a petrified world tree. Embedded within these woven branches lie three radiant orbs — pearls of impossible sheen, said to contain the last whispered breaths of forgotten seasons. Each orb pulses faintly, as though alive: memory, silence, eternity.
Aurelya’s crown is not worn, but grown — branching antler-like silver spirals emerge from her scalp and forehead like crystallized thorns of sovereignty. Her presence crackles in the silence, and even the icicles that surround her bow under the weight of her command.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Phostoshop and Photoscape X
Fanart inspired by Avatar The Way Of Water
High above the churning emerald ocean, a fierce Na’vi warrior commands a thunder-laced wyvern with wings of sunlit fire. The beast's armor-plated scales shimmer with hues of oceanic sapphire and volcanic bronze, each plate glinting in the fury of the storm-split sky. With eyes ablaze in molten gold and a snarl that echoes across the sea spray, the wyvern dives through a corridor of wind and water, talons poised and fangs bared.
Clad in woven leather, bone charms, and tribal metal, the rider leans into the dive, a spear clutched tightly in hand, dreadlocked hair whipping like dark flames behind them. The sun breaks through rifted clouds above, casting light through the translucent golden veins of the wyvern’s wings, creating a radiant halo as they descend.
Beneath them, the sea roils — a vast battlefield of wave and sky, prophecy and war. This is not just flight — it is a storm incarnate, a skyborne declaration of fury, freedom, and vengeance.
Yay, Eva's personal mashup is done, and I'm pleased with myself :P
Obviously not for distribution because other talented people's assets were used here.
Assets from the following mods were used:
Brotherhood of Steel Kit by Leyr
CROSS Uni BoS Uniform by Niero
CROSS Uni Scarf by Niero
WOBA - Weapons on Back Addon by Amoveve
combat gear semi upgrade for wearable backpack by nhimkoko
Nanosuit by Vasstek
Simply clothes by invalidfate
Spartan Sniper Outfit - CBBE by calyps
Yay, Eva's personal mashup is done, and I'm pleased with myself :P
Obviously not for distribution because other talented people's assets were used here.
Assets from the following mods were used:
Brotherhood of Steel Kit by Leyr
CROSS Uni BoS Uniform by Niero
CROSS Uni Scarf by Niero
WOBA - Weapons on Back Addon by Amoveve
combat gear semi upgrade for wearable backpack by nhimkoko
Nanosuit by Vasstek
Simply clothes by invalidfate
Spartan Sniper Outfit - CBBE by calyps
And here is the finalized design of the 265!
As for the features that may be note worthy for some:
*Working Hatches
*DBG & ODG camo
I personally really like the overal out come of it, especial as it started out as a table scrab.
La mise au point définitive de la Composition aux deux perroquets (cat. rais. V, n o 881) n’est achevée qu’en 1939. Elle est préparée, dès 1933 par une étude à l’huile intitulée Les Perroquets (Bâle, coll. part.) où apparaissent la plupart des éléments, puis par toute une série d’études (à l’huile, à l’encre, à la gouache ou au crayon) mettant l’accent sur tel ou tel fragment. La version finale se présente comme une véritable muraille de peinture, rivalisant presque avec les fresques des muralistes mexicains. Sur l’immense rectangle, très densément rempli, motifs plus ou moins abstraits et figures géantes se distribuent harmonieusement : au centre, une pyramide composée d’une large figure féminine accroupie portant une petite acrobate ; à gauche, un couple, l’homme debout en maillot rayé, la femme déployée autour et au-dessus de lui ; à droite, la combinaison de l’échelle et de la corde, déjà repérée dans Composition aux trois figures . Comme dans ce dernier tableau, des formes flottantes bleues circulent derrière les figures et les relient entre elles. La massivité des personnages, encore accentuée ici, n’exclut pas une impression générale de légèreté, de souplesse dansante.
Considérée par Léger comme l’une de ses œuvres les plus abouties, la Composition aux deux perroquets fut exposée à Paris, une seule journée, le 15 avril 1940, dans l’atelier de son amie Mary Callery, avant d’être envoyée à New York, et d’y demeurer tout le temps de la guerre.
Finalization of Composition with two parrots (Cat.V., No. 881) was not completed until 1939. It was prepared in 1933 by an oil study entitled Les Perroquets (Basel, Coll. where most of the elements appear, then through a series of studies (oil, ink, gouache or pencil) focusing on a particular fragment. The final version is a real wall of painting, almost rivaling the frescoes of Mexican muralists. On the immense rectangle, very densely filled, more or less abstract motifs and giant figures are distributed harmoniously: in the center, a pyramid composed of a large crouching female figure wearing a small acrobat; on the left, a couple, the man standing in a striped shirt, the woman unfurled around and above him; on the right, the combination of the scale and the chord, already identified in Composition with the three figures. As in this last painting, blue floating shapes circulate behind the figures and connect them together. The massiveness of the characters, still accentuated here, does not exclude a general impression of lightness, dancing suppleness.
Considered by Léger as one of his most accomplished works, the composition with two parrots was exhibited in Paris, one day, April 15, 1940, in the studio of his friend Mary Callery, before being sent to New York, and to remain there all the time of the war
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Inspired by and Reimagined
In the heart of a dense, enchanted jungle, a powerful red-skinned elven warrior stands poised, her golden, glowing eyes cutting through the misty green light of the forest. Her face is marked with sharp, jet-black warpaint in angular, arcane patterns—symbols of her tribe’s ancient power and unbroken lineage. Intricately braided dark hair is woven with feathers, bones, and strands of leather, swaying slightly in the humid breeze.
Her expression is fierce and unyielding, a blend of wild pride and primal wisdom. Tribal jewelry—fangs, beads, and talismans—adorn her neck and shoulders, catching the ambient glow of magical fireflies drifting through the air. The thick forest behind her pulses with life and mystery, vibrant with massive leaves, bioluminescent flora, and a canopy that lets in beams of golden sunlight. Flickers of floating light dance in the background, hinting at the living magic that saturates the place.
She is not a visitor in this mystical realm—she is its guardian, a spirit of the wild, forged from earth, flame, and blood. Everything about her, from the sharpness of her gaze to the quiet tension in her muscles, speaks of strength, ancestral power, and a connection to something ancient and untamed.
It has been a while since I came up with some new but I did quite a lot this year. I simply didn't found time to finalize my running projects or take pictures of them.
Anyhow, this the first of a pair of Scania's LBS141. Originally I started this one at the end of 2015 but due to several reasons I didn't touch it.
The 141 was one of the strongest trucks on the market during the late 70s. It had a staggering 375 hp produced by a 14.2 litre V8 engine. It was very capable for heavy haulage like this example operated by a Dutch hauler.
Although the chassis of the real thing is exactly the same as my vintage blue 111 this one it scratch built (the 111 is a true 'old skool' model). The model is completely new, the only thing I recycled is the engine from the bonneted Scania I had previously. But I did some additional detailing to it to make it even more lifelike. The rear axle can be lifted as also contains every detail.
The cab took quite some time to assemble. However it looks like an easy one I definitely wanted to have all curves and edges correct. In some cases it meant edges of less than half a stud (like the one through the centre of the cab). Also the rear panel has a distinctive pattern. The wheel arches are containing a lot of parts but I think the shape is close to the real thing, also just in front of the doors. The interior is brown and dark red, colors many trucks had in that era.
The unit has some typical late 70s, early 80s details like a roof rack and ladder, the two puppets and a TIR badge. The license plates are carrying the original Dutch font.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop
Bathed in shadow and adorned in opulent, arcane regalia, the Lich Imperator stands as a symbol of eternal dominion and forgotten power. Cloaked in black velvet embroidered with celestial runes and ancient gold filigree, his skeletal form is both fearsome and majestic. Fiery orange light blazes from his hollow eyes, piercing the gloom like divine judgment. Emerald and ruby gemstones glow within intricate golden armor, forged in the underworld’s crucible. Wisps of ash swirl at his feet as the ground burns with ancient curses. Behind his thorned crown, the void stretches—silent, reverent. He is neither dead nor living—he is sovereign beyond time.
Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.
Deep beneath the Verdant Reverie, where light forgets to rise, lies the Ossuary Bloom — a sprawling necropolis of dream-remains. It is a garden and a grave, lit by plants that glow not with life, but with longing. Every vine pulses with the ache of aspirations never achieved, of loves never returned, of potential never realized.
🌿 Landscape & Environment
Towering skeletal trees rise like cathedral spires, their bark twisted with bioluminescent blossoms that glow like embers.
Petal-lit pools mirror starlight that no longer exists, surrounded by soft moss and black stone.
The terrain flows like a forgotten riverbed, dotted with luminous flowers that pulse gently with memory.
Airborne motes drift like lantern dust between ancient growths, giving the whole space a feeling of suspended time.
Coral-like structures made from calcified regrets.
Bioluminescent blossoms open only in the presence of silent yearning.
Pools of Forgetting where dreams that gave up drift like ash.
The air is thick, warm, and smells faintly of old paper and crushed jasmine.
🌘 Mechanics & Themes
Dream-Spores: Entities may inhale spores that cause visions of the lives they never lived.
Gravebloom Tangles: Floral vines that bind around the ankles of the emotionally burdened.
Echo Petals: When stepped on, whisper the last thought of a dream that died there.
️ Encounters
Floraspirants: Hollow, glowing plant-beings who carry fragments of unfulfilled ambitions.
Hushed Widows: Shrouded figures who tend the bones of abandoned purposes.
The Gilded Root: A buried, half-sentient tendril that offers to grow your unlived life — at the cost of your current one.
“Here lies what almost was.”
Optimized Encounter Prompt: Bloom Beneath
You step into a basin of silence. Light does not shine here — it aches. Around you, blossoms pulse gently with the weight of dreams that never lived long enough to become regrets. The air hums with want. Beneath your feet, something shifts — not hostile, but expectant.
Then: a vine grazes your ankle. Softly. Like a hand remembering touch.
You hear a whisper that ends in your own voice.
🌱 Choose how the Bloom reaches you:
A flower blooms with your face in it, mouthing the thing you never became.
A pool reflects not your image, but the version of you that stayed behind.
A Hushed Widow offers you a blossom — and calls you by a name you’ve never heard, but know.
The Gilded Root hums beneath the soil and offers you a single choice: forget what you are, or remember what you were never allowed to be.
🎭 To walk the Ossuary Bloom is not to mourn — it is to decide what part of you still waits to be planted.
New Zealand Photowalks and Talks Finalized!
We are looking at Auckland on Feb 19 and Christchurch on Mar 4. Both events will include a talk, which you are welcome to attend. They are free as the birds, and I look forward to meeting all you nice Kiwis! There is more information on the New Zealand page here!
Photo Mystery of the Week
What exactly is the photo below? Be sure you zoom into the big size and poke around for clues....
Daily Photo - The Mysteries of the Boudoir
I found this gem while in New York during the book launch party there. It's one of those times when I am happy I carry my camera almost everywhere. It's a real pain, especially when I had a major disaster in a tiny robot-bathroom in Tokyo. That is a story I can't share on the blog because it's all too wheels-off. But, in this circumstance, having a camera worked out well.
Isn't this the strangest thing in the world? But it's so interesting.... I could not stop looking at it!
Finalized some plans to revisit Sanibel Island next year. We will be spending a week there next February with friends. The condos that we will be staying at are right on the beach, with easy access for sunrise and sunset walks and photos. This is one of the shots that I took one evening, when the cloud cover was nice enough to allow for a gap where the sun could show off its beauty before sinking below the horizon.
Done in AI, Finalized in Photoshop
Clad in celestial armor etched with forgotten runes, the Valkyrie rides through storm and shadow upon a thunder-eyed steed. Her silver hair streams like lightning through the battle-scorched skies, cloak billowing in winds born of prophecy. As the last light of day breaks behind her, she rides not as a savior — but as the omen of reckoning. Where her blade falls, silence reigns. She is the storm given form, the harbinger of fate — the final breath before the world resets.
The Living Fortress: Tempest
Fun Facts:
- The MOC weights over 10 lbs (4.536 kg)
- Tempest is over 28 in (71.12 cm) tall from the top of the head
- This creation took about one year to plan, construct, and finalize
- Tempest was featured on LEGO’s Instagram story for 24 hours on August 5th, 2017
- The internal skeleton in 100% Technic and the exterior is system, zero Bionicle parts used
- The MOC features light up eyes, shoulders, and abdomen using 3rd party lights
- Tempest used zero ratchets joints for movement, exclusively using ball joints or gearing for smoother movement. Most joints require a gear to be turned for the joint to swivel.
- This is the 3rd version of the character, the 1st being an unfinished WIP that was made in 2012 and the 2nd was a fully Technic/Bionicle build from 2013.
This MOC was designed to have a full transformation into a spaceship, while incomplete, there are some concept pictures of what the final product would have looked like.
Bio:
A large mecha that is piloted and powered by multiple team members that are in the fight against Kairos. Constructed for land and space travel, specialized in hand-to-hand combat. It houses large racks of hidden missiles that can be deployed at will. After learning that a greater threat was found among the stars, this large craft was constructed by most inhabitants of the planet in an effort to free themselves from the constructed world Kairos had created.
Tempest is powered by Circuit, who uses her near endless amount of electrical energy to keep the lights on. Dominion uses his magnetism powers to help the servos move more efficiently during combat. Active patience and repairs are monitored by CPU, Factorie, and Lugnut of the biker gang. Piloting the mecha is Guradian in his origin form, possessing the central core of the Tempest and using it as his body.
While very large an imposing, the heroes are unaware if this will be enough to fight off against the being of time. Until then, they travel through space looking for their fight.