My name is Liana Dimitrescu, at least my new name. I don't remember my old name. Not even my old life. I live with my mother and sisters in a castle in Romania, that's where I come from. Forever the age of 25. Forever young and bloodthirsty.
⸻ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃? ⸻
𝐉𝐔𝐑. Te voi face să suferi în moduri pe care mintea ta rea nu și-o poate imagina. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬.
Dare to mess with the best Mecha in this goddamn universe? Why not be hacked in an instant, all your computers and machines obey - Technology meets its Boss.
Nemo’s Quantum Hack Ability may be mostly useless skill in the Blue World; but against Machines, any Computer or Tech, it’s like a natural counterpart. Pacifista? Scared? PAH! These guys are hacked faster than you can bat an eye! ✨
Whereas a candle could never beat an ocean of water, Tech can never beat the Mouse. Oh, yeah! Mice! They know how to bite dem cables *puns intended* Do not forget, according to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy which heavily inspired my Lunarian Guide to the Blue World (OBVIOUSLY!) - Mice are the most intelligent species on earth! And since Nemo is lovingly dubbed a mouse too - GUESS WHAT?!
(*  ̄3)(ε ̄ *)
Honestly, I just wanted to draw my cheeky lil’ space pirate doing some hackin’ work in cyberspace; breaching security systems like a pro. And dem glasses are just HAWT! 💥⚠
I also wanted to play with some lighting, give it some neat cyber effect and make it pop.
This was so much fun to do; like I might do a few more of that. Hope all ya’ll enjoy some cyberpunky Nemo art
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💚Do not trace, reupload, recolour, redo, etc. with my art! I appreciate that 💚
🌸I have finally finished Hero royal photo drawing! I am so proud. It's thanks to my friend Galaxy, who inspired and encouraged me to finish Hero. So, here you go ^^🌸
✨Minecraft by Mojang✨
✨Art/Our Dominance by @GoldenEclipse16 ✨
🎀Hastags🎀
Hiina was her name. Or at least, that's what people called her. The Madame, her customers. "Doll". "Cute little thing". That's what it meant, but it meant nothing to her. That wasn't her name. It didn't matter anymore, though. Like a pig, no, like a bag of rice, she was sold to Madame Kaji, punted out of the door and into the rain with little more than a sideways glance. All warmth had left Hiina's life that night. Days passed. Months. Years. Slowly, Hiina went from feeling everything to nothing at all. She could hold her hand over a flickering flame, her flesh bubbling from the heat, singing and smoking, but still, nothing. That was until a pair of icy eyes met hers. It was strange that something so seemingly cold could spark that warmth that Hiina had all but forgotten. However, it was not without sacrifice. Beneath the fires of burning passion and desire grew a darker, angrier cloud of betrayal, agony and anguish. From the spark grew an inferno, and from those flames rose a crane.