Истории Vectors

Diclonii have been feared by humanity for a very long time. They were treated as outcasts, they were downed by society. You, one of the most powerful diclonii that they have been experimenting on managed to escape from the facility, only to plunge yourself in the ocean and wake up in a whole new different world where your unending thirst for blood will gladly be answered. ☆•☆ ||UNEDITED|| There may be misspellings, grammatical errors, many mistakes- so bare with me because I sometimes rush things a little too much lmao. There are romantic interests, if you have any ideas or want me to put in the story then you're free to comment. ❤

A T E L I E R ; (noun) an artist or designer's Workshop A graphics portfolio and cover shop. You are welcome to request Vector covers for free. More details inside💖

🔹🔷 This, is a book in which an oblivious Ravenclaw witch makes graphics for you people. 🔷🔹 🔹🔷🔹🔷🔹🔷🔹🔷🔹 STATUS : OPEN ❎ CLOSED ❎ CFCU ☑️ ©anaxitia

My graphics portfolio where I am going to showcase graphics made by me...

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬. Closed permanently as of April 21st, 2021.

#1 in VECTORS Welcome to my graphics shop! This book contains my artworks, tutorials and guides, cover requests. I WILL BE OFFERING ONLY VECTORS/MINIMALISTIC COVERS. All of these graphics are designed by me, but they may use elements from other sources. Please do not STEAL or COPY any of my works. ©COPYRIGHT 2019 by Kate Witherspoon All rights reserved. Cover by: Myself Vector: Myself

Need some advises and tips to improvise your graphic designing skills?

MERAKI (n.) Pronounciation| mA-'rak-E Origin: Greek The soul, creativity or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work. A place, where you can find Graphics. German| English

How are we defined by others, except by that which we wear, the features that imprint us onto others' memories, our highest achievements and most crushing failures? Eyes like the oldest oceans, worn and weathered, a glint of mischief still lurking within, shadowed at times by the darkest of storms, flashing intermittently with the fiercest of passion, rage, white fire from the heavens. A simple word to define their color is not only an impossibility, it is an injustice to their bearer. Does it seem fitting that philosophy should perhaps be that to which we resort when faced with the end of what we know, before the beginning of that which we cannot imagine? Here, wherever I am, intangible, undefined, conscious thought does not follow a set path with which to follow. Ripples of reflections spread outward, tapering off into nothingness. Beginning and ending has no meaning here, it either is, or it isn't.

The Pandemic. The battle roars on- how do we approach and conquer the virus? The planet is divided - who will win in the end?

This will teach how to do math.

Hey there, so this is my portfolio. it consists mostly of contest entries and random stuff I did so yeah. The vector on the cover is by me btw*flips hair* okay that was weird so..um..go ahead

OPEN [✔] CLOSED [] in which the #guccigraphics make eye-catching and amazing graphics for your cool works☆

Idk, graphics I tried to make ig

[] open [] closed for catch up [ ✓ ] closed forever, sorry! [] closed because busy [] open, but covers are delayed