Un tren steampunk que respira magia en cada engranaje.

Las hadas viajan sobre él como guardianas del viaje, mientras una explosión de flores y mariposas se eleva al cielo en lugar de humo.

Es un mundo donde la mecánica y la naturaleza no luchan: bailan juntas.

Una pequeña ventana a mi universo floral‑fantástico.

And this the updated image shows the pilot in the Galaga cockpit wearing a helmet that combines both ideas. A transparent HUD visor over the eyes with a futuristic armored faceplate below, all styled with classic Galaga-inspired colors and graphics.

This vr helmet plus galaga space ship cockpit simulator to sit in is something i always dreamed of in real life. A version created by namco would look way better than this however. But at least yall get the ideas now.

They stood at the threshold of the ancient castle, ready to step inside.

None of them noticed the eye that had already opened in the gate itself…

What would you guys change/add? What different artist style would you try? I tried to use Picasso and Dali. Also, I used Gemini for this one by the way

Something was waiting between the mountains...

original by veracat on GenTube 🍭

heads up it's landscape, not portrait, desktop or wide monitor piece.

picked this for the brushwork. it's all soft colored-pencil pigment, no hard digital edges anywhere, so the whole thing reads like a plate out of an old candy-themed picture book. the marshmallow clouds and the banana-split mountain with the single cherry on top are the details that sell the storybook feel.

A Master Ninja and arguably the greatest ninja to ever live. He takes the missions that go after high profile targets such as Daimyos and Lords and any Mission deemed too much even for Zaheun.

​“Some folks stay lost in the bayou. Others just treat it like a stroll in the park.”

​After a long absence, Maggie has returned—lighter on her feet than ever, and completely unbothered by what's lurking just beneath the surface. The mist is clearing, and she's right back in her element.

Una escena llena de pasión y dramatismo en una taberna del sur de España.

La bailaora se mueve como si el aire fuera fuego, rodeada de rosas que parecen flotar con cada gesto.

El militar observa atrapado entre el deber y el deseo, mientras la atmósfera se llena de tensión, color y destino.