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| HEROINE UNDERCOVER 2
 lordcoyote  2020/3/15 18:03
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| Oh the things a crime fighter must endure in order to acquire evidence against a nasty mob prince! |
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| HEROINE UNDERCOVER
lordcoyote 2018/11/30 12:51
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This should be a piece of cake! As well as a chance for Ravyne to test her infiltration skills.
All she'll have to do is sneak into the corporate HQ of Sergei Sonovavich disguised as a secretary. (UGH, why did she let her sister pick the outfit?)
And then it would be a matter of pretending to work late, find a computer terminal and look for proof the oligarch was guilty of human traffic-
What was that noise? |
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| HEROINE TIP #83
lordcoyote 2017/12/11 20:36
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| HEROINE ON DUTY
lordcoyote 2022/2/17 16:35
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| HEROINE HELD HOSTAGE!
lordcoyote 2018/9/12 15:04
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It’s pretty much inevitable.
There comes a point in every crime fighter’s career where they get into a compromised situation while in civies which leaves them with two options:
A: Do nothing and protect your secret identity and endure what could possibly be a humiliating ordeal and hope someone else “rescues” them.
B: Take action and risk revealing your secret identity to the bad guys.
Oh, Such choices!
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| HEROINE DEMOTIVATIONAL
lordcoyote 2016/5/18 19:10
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| HEROINE COSTUME TROUBLE
lordcoyote 2023/10/6 19:49
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| Skin-tight leotards, Sexy but hard to get out of... |
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| HEROINE COSTUME PERIL! 4
lordcoyote 2018/11/26 7:40
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Hey there babe! D'ja miss ole Gummy Joe?
Not particularly!
Aw, too bad, well, I got sumthin fer ya!
SPLUUURT!
EEWWW! DISGUSTING! You are so dead!
Hee Hee! That there is a new formula ole Gummy Joe made up. It's called th' nuudee goop!
Why is it called th-
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Oh no! |
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| HEROINE COSTUME PERIL!
lordcoyote 2016/1/10 11:40
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| And you just know those things can't be cheap... |
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| HEROINE COSTUME PERIL II
lordcoyote 2017/6/29 13:12
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| An despite her efforts to avoid it her wardrobe malfunctions always end up on heroineassesdotcom.... |
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| HEROINE COSTUME PERIL 5
lordcoyote 2019/1/29 9:28
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| Now she needs to get out of the costume before she stretches it... |
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| HEROINE COSTUME PERIL 3
lordcoyote 2018/10/16 11:17
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| HEROINE CONCEPT
lordcoyote 2018/3/30 20:43
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| A little something I worked up for a set of commissions. |
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| Heroine Chronicles Issue 14 page 8
sturkwurk 2007/12/24 8:37
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| A sample page from one of my upcoming comics. |
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| HEROINE CENTER STAGE!
lordcoyote 2023/3/8 18:14
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It was a simple plan.
Sneak into the gentleman's club and get evidence against the criminals running it.
Not in the plan was getting used as a strip pole... |
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| Hero Under Glass or NightCat OS [Old School]
StarChild 2013/3/28 14:29
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Cool thing about Unicorn characters is that all of them have history, even if no one but me and Taz know it,and which of course means that practically none of them originally looked like they do now. We created the bulk of our characters wayyy back in the 60s and 70s when we were in elementary school. yeah i know..that explains alot  .
i thought it would be cool to show you guys how some of our characters looked originally. well at least thats the story im sticking to. lol |
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| Here's Jindrax
Machobubba 2010/5/31 1:27
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Comming at ya another creation from mr Machobubba...
I Present Jindrax.... He has SuperHuman Powers and can fly in space... |
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| Hera
lexluthor76 2012/1/22 15:19
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original character,Allison Kane the girl who can harness the power of Hera queen of the gods  |
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| HER REPUTATION PRECEEDS HER
lordcoyote 2018/3/22 10:00
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| Her name is...
Obsidian 2016/6/25 18:49
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The Black Mantis had tricked me...but good. 20 million credits for every slave in the market...a day I'll never forget. I'll never forget it because of one slave in particular. She was tiny only 4 ft 6 inches...and she seemed frail. She was of a demonic species, what they call a category one...a servant. Her very essence tied to service no matter how cruel the master. But there was so much more to it...she was empathic...a genetic empath and until I left Moonshadow I had no idea what that meant. Her entire species was created to be the perfect mate...she is everything I ever wanted and everything I could ever want and if my tastes changed then so would she...she could be what I didn't even know I wanted. The problem is, I don't want her...it doesn't seem right and she knows it...she is doing everything right and I fear I may break down...it's not exactly a bad thing...one thing is certain...she's beautiful...and gets smarter by the day and she has all the skills of a top notch assassin...she is a perfect match. She went from shy and sheepish to fierce and independent almost overnight. She sleeps at the foot of my bed, the only compromise I could get her to make, my other choice was next to me and I'm mortal enough that I knew I'd give in to temptation at some point. Yes the Black Mantis had set me up and I'm certain he's getting a real kick out of this.
After a few weeks with her as my ...consort, assistant? I discovered that she was very young for a demon being only 50 years old. She absorbs information like a sponge and can adjust her appearance to suit her mate. However, she can never completely hide her demonic nature, meaning the horns and tail are package deal. They are cute though...Argh...see what I mean she's designed, no engineered to get inside your head. I find myself thinking about her and admiring her shape...the way her breasts heave when she giggles....DAMN IT! I did it again! When she walks in the room I lose my train of thought...
"Master, I have prepared your dinner, are you ready to eat?"
She smiles a perfect smile and I smell the scent of fresh flowers...Pheromones no doubt...that's not gonna help. The clothes she chooses to wear are exactly what I would want for someone like her..not exactly revealing but suggestive yet classy...The last couple of weeks with her have been a bloody nightmare. I don't have to resist but she thinks of herself as my slave and she STILL calls me Master. I'd release her but it would literally kill her...her species cannot survive if they don't bond with someone to serve and once bonded they cannot bond with anyone until their bond mate dies...they are magically connected and also spiritually. As Magic goes it's a masterwork of creation...but in my case...I want a mate who wants to be with me because she CHOOSES to.
"Master?"
I look up and she has this puzzled expression on her adorable face. DAMN IT! My thoughts linger on her especially when she's near.
"Sorry, what?"
"Your dinner master, it is ready and the table is set if you are hungry."
"Oh yes, of course I'll be right there."
She cooks like a professional chef, every meal is an experience, there's nothing I enjoy that she isn't exceptionally gifted at. Yeah are you beginning to see the problem yet?
"Everything looks delicious. Thank you. Are you going to finally join me? It's okay to eat at the table."
"No Master I may not, it is for you to enjoy."
"Seriously, we have to get you to stop calling me that...and you NEED a name!"
"It is for you to gift me with a name Master."
AAAARGH!!!! I can't win! Now I have to name her too? It's not like naming a puppy or even a child and I have named several of each.
"Fine, let me sleep on it and I'll come up with something tomorrow."
"As you wish master."
She smiles and her face lights up with excitement at the prospect of me naming her. She can't break any of her demonic rules and it is something I am coming to terms with. As she walks out of the room I can't help but watch her perfect ass sashay side to side...I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
The next morning I wake to her cute face inches from mine instantly I find myself wondering "Holy crud did I finally give in and sleep with her?" Frantically I start running a check list...underwear, check, blankets, check, her clothe still on, check. Whew a close one. I turn my attention back to her.
"Um good morning, can I help you?"
Excitedly she says "You slept on it and today is my naming day yes master?"
"Ah yes, I didn't mean I would dream your name."
"Of course not master" she says with the cutest giggle I ever heard (Damn it!). "I have prepared your breakfast and set out your clothes for today."
"Okay let me shower and I'll be right out."
"I shall keep your meal warm for you Master."
It took some doing but I managed to get her to agree to not bathe me...the first time she tried that Moonshaddow nearly punched her through a wall...in the end though she decided that was cute..but out of bounds...turns out Gods can order demons to do whatever they want
I step out of the shower and on my night stand is a piping hot cup of perfect coffee. Honestly as a personal assistant she is flawless. She takes care of things I forgot I even needed to do...like contact Harley on Ferusi. Who is settling nicely into his new role as High Justiciar, but as it turns out he will be leaving Ferusi since according to how the Sathari do things, it turns out it's my private property and the High Justiciar according to Sathari tradition, must rule from a world gifted to him by the emperor. I was supposed to meet with him for the transition and to re-establsh rule there. The date is set for the meeting and as I contemplate all of that my little demon walks into the room looking hotter than she ever has and I notice right away that her blue skin is no longer blue. As I stare at her flawless frame I completely forget I'm only wearing a towel...something that becomes readily apparent to both of us as she stares downward, her eyes filled with excitement.
"Master? I thought you did not want me to..."
"What? U'm NO...HELL NO!!! I'm sorry I didn't...I mean that is..." frantically I garb my pants and cover my...problem. "What...uh...can I um....What do you want?"
"I was only checking to see if you were ready?"
"No I'm not exactly...and...Why aren't you blue?"
"Blue is the color of an unbound. You would call it...I do not know the word...like a child before it reaches adulthood. On our naming day we reach maturity"
Holy crap she was a child!?!? ...aaaand naming her completes some sort of prerequisite for adult hood way to go dumb ass! Well that would explain the new...more impressive...proportions...yeah like she wasn't hot enough before.
"I will wait for you in the kitchen Master."
"Yeah um okay."
She walks out and I can't help but stare again...this is getting bad fast.
I stare at the floor as I sit at the table...another perfect meal waiting. She walks up behind me and places a fresh cup of coffee as I finish the last of a divine breakfast...and I feel myself wishing that she'd place those perfect lips on my neck...yeah...that'd be great. As I day dream about that...I suddenly realize....I"M NOT FREAKING DAYDREAMING!!!
Worse yet...I don't want her to stop. Suddenly, it's done deal and my desires win over my willpower. Everything she does is perfect and my mind is lost in every perfect curve of her body. hear hair, the way she smells, and tastes. It's mind blowing and even though she isn't a telepath it's like she can read my mind. Hours later I collapse in a heap with her atop me. She places her head over my heart and runs her fingers across my chest...I know I should probably feel guilty but I just don't. Just then she says.
"What a perfect day master, my naming day and my first time all on the same day it's wonderful."
"That um was your first time? No offense but you seemed like you'd done that before."
"Oh Master, my species can read body language and we instinctively know what to do for our lovers...it's even better the second time."
"The second time?" My words are cut short, and my day is complete bust...I haven't spent a day in bed like this before though...in 300 plus years I can honestly say this is like nothing I have ever experienced and I have bedded a Goddess!
True to her word the second time around was phenominal...Oh I gotta send the Balck Mantis an apology letter and a Gift basket.
Only one name comes to mind Aini Quenya in or Angel Divine in the tongue of men. I name her this because there is no way she can be a demon. The next three weeks we spend all of our time together, and I notice that she seems happier than she has been since I've known her. A part of me wonders...is she happy or is it just her programming? She surprises me one day with a request...she wants to accompany me to Ferusi...in full armor and weapon loadout. I don't doubt she can handle herself and since there's no real risk in visiting my own planet I agree. As she steps out from Ray's lab my jaw practically hit the floor The design of her armor is very familiar and I'm sure it's intentional...Purple accents though...not something I would've chosen. Could that mean she's finally exceeding her genetic programming?When we land planetside Harley is noticeably taken back. I'm sure he didn't expect to see me and a plus one. Harley greets me cheerfully as always.
"Bro, good to see you. You helping my move the big stuff?"
"Hah, you have jokes I see."
"And who do we have here?"
"This is..." Aini cuts me off mid sentence.
"I am Violet Mask...Obsidian's personal bodyguard! You may address me as Aini though High Justiciar. It is a pleasure to meet any of my master's extended family."
I'm stunned...if anyone could see inside my helmet they'd tell me to close my mouth. What was that? Over my internal comms I hear Aini's cute little voice say...
"Was that too much master? I wanted your bro to take me seriously I hope I was not too out of line."
"Uh no you were good...a bit unexpected but yeah...run with it."
Harley shakes her hand and turns to me.
"Since when do you need a personal bodyguard?"
"It's something I'm doing for diplomatic stuff...it doesn't look good to be all Ninja paranoid you know?"
"I feel you bro, well let's get inside and get the paperwork out of the way."
I spend the rest of the day bullshitting with my old friend and feeling rather impressed with Aini...ho would've thought she'd have that in her? If I had any doubts about her free will they faded fast. |
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| Her Domain
Yunners 2008/8/22 8:31
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| Same character, different pose and view. |
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| Hell hath no fury...
whiz 2015/9/22 5:04
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hiya,
it's been a while since i did any real art.i moved and had some pc issues.i do have access to all my projects so here's Mistress D' Elementale to tide you over till i can get back on track...enjoy
lee |
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| Helena Bonham Carter
halcon89 2017/11/20 4:09
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| Helen Solo
MechaTrav 2010/6/4 18:07
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A re-shoot of my 'Helen Collector's Card'. I liked how that one came out and this one, a full body shot, looks a bit better I think. Just her bikini top, jeans, jacket, guns and lots of delicious green muscle. :)
Enjoy! |
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| Helen Comparison
MechaTrav 2009/2/6 19:41
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Been a while, I know. Computer problems and other crap.
Bleh.
I got things sort of straightened out and started tinkering with Daz again. For some reason, my original hair style for Helen wouldn't render and would kick me out of the program, so I gave her a new one.
Figures though, after fooling around with the new style for hours, messing with fit, style, and color, the old one magically works again... And now I can't decide which one I like more. :P
New style on the left, old on the right. |
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| Helen - Old and Young
MechaTrav 2012/7/31 23:15
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Long time no post, just trying to get back in the swing of things after some life issues.
2 of however many I do. :)
Helen on the left, 13; on the right, 21.
The summer before Helen's 13th birthday, she went to bed the weekend she got out of school, and woke up with her head against her bed's headboard and her now-green feet dangling off the end. She had goblinized overnight, as many metahumans do, and it nearly destroyed her. She panicked, running across the room, screaming and crying to wake her older sister Bianca. The elder, scared initially until she realized this tall, gangly green person was indeed her little sister Helen, tried to console her terrified baby sis until her mom and dad came running up the stairs. They knew what had happened, but it still didn't lessen the impact of seeing their once short, slim Helen changed into something completely different. The 12 year old was now standing eye to eye with her father! Her cocoa skin, a gift from her lovely mother, was now a dark green, causing her terrified blue eyes to stand out even more than they already had. For weeks, the young girl stay closed up in her room, refusing to come out for fear of ridicule even though it was happening to kids all over the world. 'Why me? Why me?' was all she could think of, tears streaming down her rage reddened cheeks. In a fit of despair she slammed her clothes chest with her fist, sending it flying across the room to dangle precariously out the window. After a few moments of terror that she might get punished, the thought occurred to her,
'Wait a minute, did I do that?'
She walked slowly over to the end of the chest she could reach and reached out a tentative hand to touch it. It didn't budge. She gripped the foot firmly and pulled gently, it slid in easily. Her eyes wide with disbelief, she gripped two of the feet and lifted; the old oak chest moved with little effort and she gently set it back into it's place.
Still staring at her hands, amazed that she just effortlessly moved a piece of furniture that took her dad and uncle two shifts to get in the house, she never noticed her parents and sister in her doorway, stuck in silent shock that their little girl just performed an impressive feat of strength.
After that, though she was still quite nervous, she agreed to come out and start living again. Her mother took her shopping for new clothes, (thought she kept some of her old pants as they were now tight 'capris') her sister introduced her to some of her friends who had goblinized before, one of which was another troll, and they alerted the school that she had transformed, so they could take the necessary precautions relating to classes like gym and other physical education.
Helen felt confident going back to school that year until the first recess period, where she was taunted and made fun of away from the teachers. Everyday for her first few weeks she came home crying, with small bruises all over her arms and back and spitwads in her hair, just for being different.
Her parents went to the school to complain and got a generalized 'we can't control what kids do outside of these walls.'
Even with her father's constant assurance that if she 'fought back, just once, they'd leave you alone', she still took the abuse, fully aware that she could kill one of these 'humans' if she got out of control. It was that same month, however, that her sister Bianca showed the kids in that school just how magic in the Sixth World looked...
Also, poor Helen was made fun of because her eyes and lips were a bit too big for her small face, but I think she grew into them quite nicely. :)
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| Heavenly Battle
NightmareHero 2011/2/22 17:43
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Just two of my war mechs, Goliath and Warrior Saint
makes a great wallpaper |
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| Heaven's Warrior
thestarkiller 2010/11/2 23:14
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| Comments welcome and appreciated. |
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| Heaven's Warrior
joshuaoman 2009/1/26 10:51
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| I thought about doing this character with wings, but decided against it in the end. Pretty much pure 3D here...with some PS postwork. I know there is a debate on this site, if 3D is better with postwork or without. I don't fell like an artist at all though, if I let the CPU do all the work :) |
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| HEATSTROKE
lordcoyote 2016/5/4 19:33
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! 3D Art !
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![Hero Under Glass or NightCat OS [Old School]](http://heromorph.com/heromorph2/uploads/thumbs4/21437.jpg "Hero Under Glass or NightCat OS [Old School]")
