#badgalnirvhannah

[josiebelladonna]

i’ve done inktober 3 times and ngl: it’s gotten old (between the community to the fact that i’m just bored of its overly polished nature). so, i decided to take matters into my own hands. 

inspired by art nouveau mermay and one of my absolute favorite artists and a huge influence of mine, alphonse mucha, as well as huevember and inktober itself, i decided to pull together art nouveau-tober, but with more variety of gemstones involved. the kind of art challenge i probably would’ve done with my old best friend elizabeth because as kids, we were both really into earth science as well as drawing.

you can participate with me, i’m just kind of doing this for myself at this point: if so, you can use any medium as you like (i’ll be doing digital) and use the hashtags #artnouveautober and #artnouveautober2022 so i can see you. and a little note about alexandrite (yes, that’s a real gemstone; look it up, it’s gorgeous): it’s green under fluorescent light, and more magenta under incandescent, and a fusion of both under natural lighting. you may do one or the other, or both!

i’m posting the prompts here at the end of july to give plenty of time to find drawing materials and to sketch out the drawings because—take this from me, no seriously, listen to me—art nouveau style is quite elaborate and very time-consuming. and also, because the goth kids get it in first after all (first letters of july, august, september, october, and november spell out “jason” for god’s sake) 🖤😘

#art nouveau #art nouveautober #art challenge #inktober 2022 #gemstones #drawing challenge #art nouveau mermay #inktober #drawing prompt #prompt challenge #art prompt #artists on tumblr #badgalnirvhannah #badgalnirvhannahart #promisqueueous

[nuagederose]

🩸 goretober 2023 // day one: starving 🩸

this pain in my head escaped from the hunger in my stomach which came from the pain and hunger in my heart

#Spotify #goretober #goretober 2023 #goretober challenge #day 1 #ana #recovery #recovering from depression #recovering from trauma #recovering from an eating disorder #eating disoder recovery #digital drawing #digital art #artists on tumblr #badgalnirvhannah

[nirvhannahcornell]

@josiebelladonna is a racist and a liar and a maniplutor. just a friendly reminder 🤗

#josiebelladonna #badmotorartist #grungeandmetalfanfics #nirvhannahcornell #badgalnirvhannah #callout post #cancelled #soundgarden #anthrax #artists on tumblr #racism #manipulators #joey belladonna

[velvetundergroundart]

"i wish i was born a thousand years ago" (done with the song heroin on loop)

ig: badmotorartist | art tumblr: badgalnirvhannah

#submission

[belladonnaandulriched]

the dead of night | prologue

anthrax/rush crossover. the follow up to six feet under and buried alive, but it takes place in the now it’s dark verse, thus taking it to epic levels.

now on my ao3!

“i'm afraid of the world i'm afraid i can't help it i'm afraid i can't.” -”i’m afraid of americans”, david bowie + nine inch nails

(artwork by me, josiebelladonna/badgalnirvhannah; badmotorartist on ig)

“Not sure if that was a bad dream or not,” I muttered to myself, “—I hope it was a dream.”

I rolled over in bed next to Pearl, who was still fast asleep. I thought for sure I had been done with Kristina, and I thought for sure the ghost of her hadn't haunted Charlie himself given she almost had him killed almost twenty years ago. She had vanished into thin air following that horrible night, the night in which I thought Frankie and his girlfriend at the time were both going to suffer a coronary from the reaction of it all.

I'll think about her sometimes, like she'll be a fleeting thought in my mind, especially in a time whereby anything concrete had fallen away and disintegrated into nothing. The virus had ravaged the world and shook it all down to its very foundations, and all of us in the music industry wondered what would happen from that point on out, even with the vaccine on hand.

Nothing seemed to change with it all at our helm and our finger tips, including our future. Pearl and I tried to stay optimistic for the sake of Rev, but without the sight of a stage in concrete vision before us, it was hard to keep true to the smiles on our faces.

This wasn't the first time during quarantine I dreamed about Kristina, my saving her life and telling her to stay alive for the world's sake. I would imagine her over me with the noose around her neck and I talked her down, but before she even so much as came down, I woke up. And there I was having usurped the role of the person who must stay alive for the world's sake, for the sake of my son and my band.

That time around, however, I had witnessed myself going back in time to save her for real. It was so real, and so lucid, that I convinced myself that I had done that. That I had ventured back in time to save Kristina. But I rolled my head over the pillow to see Pearl still asleep. I hadn't moved a muscle there in our bed, and I could tell Rev was up early at that point.

Careful not to wake her, I slithered out of bed and made my way down the hall to check on him. I peered into his bedroom to see he wasn't in there. I noticed the dream catcher Pearl had given him earlier that year, and I thought of Joey. There was something about dream catchers that always got to me: they captured the bad dreams only to be swept away by the morning winds, and yet there was something more about them. Something within the bad dreams, and mine in particular, that could hold the key to solving everything.

I continued to the kitchen to find him at the table eating breakfast already. Rev was growing up, even in the face of the pandemic and stuck in quarantine.

I told him good morning and I decided to check in with Frankie and Charlie at the computer.

The latter was probably busy with a quarantine jam or something because the line was busy, but Frankie picked right up, still wrapped up in his bathrobe and with those big black framed glasses on his face.

I told him about the dream about Kristina, and I told him about it in a low voice: even though I had confessed about her on my spoken word tour several years ago in Boston, Pearl still didn't know about her, and neither did Rev. I never did find the courage to speak of her to them.

“Wow,” Frankie replied in a hushed voice.

“Yeah. It was so real, too. I woke up muttering to myself and everything.”

“Huh. Do you think maybe it's a sign?”

“A sign of what?”

“A sign that you're in love with her?”

I peered over my shoulder to make sure Pearl wasn't coming for me.

“You still haven't told her about Kristina?” Frankie chuckled at that.

“Nah. I just haven't been able to, as much as we talk about shit, too. But do you—do you really think that?”

He swallowed and sighed through his nose.

“You're thinking about—” I started, to which he nodded.

“It reminds me of the time Francine went missing—” Frankie stopped for a second, and he brought a hand to his mouth. Even though he had everything he could ask for, when Francine disappeared shortly after Charlie's near death experience, it absolutely shattered him. Even after Francine had gone missing, Frankie regretted breaking it off with her, just how I swore to Joey that he could have stayed with us throughout the Nineties. She went missing right after his last girlfriend had died, which happened after his brother was murdered. Neither case was solved, and yet it gave me a window into Frankie's strength, to put on such a brave face in the wake of such horrible things.

“They never did find her, did they?” To which he shook his head.

“Kinda makes you wanna—go back in time, doesn't it.”

“Hell yeah, it does. Go back and save Kristina and find Francine.”

“There's letting go and there's something that makes you realize you can't let go,” I said.

“How the hell are we gonna do that, though?” asked Frankie; and I took a second look to find the tears within his eyes. I thought about the dream catcher in Rev's room. Maybe my intentions were right and they served more than their intended lore.

“Do you have a dream catcher on hand, Frankie?” I asked him.

“A dream catcher?”

“Yeah. You know, the thing from Native American lore that captures your nightmares and they blow away come the morning?”

“I think so. I remember Joey gave me one years and years ago, back around the Greater of Two Evils, but I'll have to look for it. I think Charlie might have one, too, I'm not sure. Why?”

“I have an idea. Lay underneath the dream catcher and go to sleep. When you wake up, try and think about what you dreamed. If it's about Francine, talk about it aloud to yourself if you have to. I'll do the same thing but with Kristina—” I almost breathed out her name. “—and maybe we can help each other out, you know?”

“Yeah. We're alive in this nightmarish time that they didn't see so it only makes sense that—we heal ourselves on some degree—”

He then turned his head and fell into silence.

“Okay,” he called out to the room. He returned to me. “I'll do that in a few minutes,” he vowed.

“A few minutes?” I echoed.

“Yeah. I'm being called back to bed.”

“Okay. I'll see you in a bit, Frankie.”

We switched off at the same time, and I stood to my feet and doubled back out of the room. Pearl and Rev were in the kitchen, which gave me a chance to head into his bedroom. I spotted the dream catcher, but there was no way I could take it for myself. Instead, I took a seat between his bed and the side of his little desk so my head was right underneath the dream catcher. I looked up at the clock on the desk. Those little hands still glowed bright even as the morning light shone through the window next to me.

I hadn't had my cup of coffee yet and thus I closed my eyes at the drop of the hat. I focused on the dream catcher over my head and I drifted off to sleep right there in Rev's room.

It felt like I wasn't asleep for very long when I woke up in an alleyway somewhere. I blinked several times to ensure I wasn't dreaming, but I fondled the ground underneath me. Grains of sand on top of smooth cobble stones. Very much real. I recognized him laying there on the ground before me.

“Frankie?” I whispered to him. He had that long lush dark hair once again, complete with the bangs, something I was not expecting in the least. Indeed, I felt something brush against the sides of my face and neck. I reached up to feel my hair. I had my long hair again.

I glanced up at the alleyway to see a short curvy woman standing on the corner up ahead. She looked familiar even from a distance. At one point, she turned around to look at me with a concerned expression upon her face. I recognized her brown eyes and her long dark hair.

“H-Hannah?” I sputtered out. Hannah Ellsberg, a girl I had recalled from around the time Spreading the Disease released: she and Joey went back to their childhoods.

“Joey!” she shouted across the street. Frankie lifted his head and let out a groan.

“God—what the hell happened?” he asked me as he lifted himself up in a push up position. I looked up to find Joey, with his long lush jet black curls over his shoulders. Even in the dim light, I could make out the sight of his full baby face. I turned back to Frankie and the perplexed look on his face.

“I think we've gone back in time.”

#the dead of night #the dead of night fanfic #the dead trilogy #new fic #prologue #scott ian #scott ian x oc #frank bello #joey belladonna #joey belladonna x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #anthrax fanfic #anthrax #rush #rush band #writing #sci fi writing #fan writing #also on ao3 #text

[nuagederose]

badgalnirvhannah -> nuagederose

#‘cloud of pink’ in french (if you know you know) #something huge might be happening soon hence the name change #don’t worry: i’m still very much badgalnirvhannah; it just needs to be a little more appropriate #text

[nuagederose]

My name is Hannah. I’m 30, from California. I’ve been drawing my whole life but the style I’m most known for has been around since 2006. I do a balance of traditional art and digital art.

I guess I’m looking for work? I’m just going to cut to the chase: I have literally never cared about Portfolio Day before because I have never believed that anyone would want me and my world here to be a part of something greater. If I ever had a goal or dream in life growing up (and I often did), it was always shot down by people who claim to be family—you can figure I’ve had serious problems with mental health because of it. There are days I’m surprised I never developed a drug addiction or anything like that, because it’s been that abysmal. I have always wanted to do something with comics or illustration: I’ve tried it solo to very little avail. I’m a guilty pleasure for people, I’ll admit it. I’m sexual. I’m a fan of things. I’m blunt. I play devil’s advocate. I’m emotional. I’m a loner but I’m also a people person. I’m in pain because I want what the other artists keep getting but I don’t know how to get it. My style is different: it’s an odd mishmash of manga, manhwa, emo, goth, psychedelic, art nouveau, cartoons of the 60s, 70s, 90s, and 2000s. It gets overlooked. It’s at the mercy of the algorithms. It gets praise from people like Chris Cornell but civilians turn their nose up at it for the most part once they do see it. I’m lucky to even have one person ask me if I do commissions. It’s a reflection of me.

I don’t expect anything out of this but my portfolio is pretty much here on tumblr (badgalnirvhannah) as well as instagram (badmotorartist).

#portfolio day #digital drawing #traditional art #artists on tumblr #drawings

[nuagederose]

James and Joey with a bit of a split screen thing going

a skeleton in the closet | instagram

#james hetfield #joey belladonna #metallica #anthrax #metallica fanart #anthrax fanart #a skeleton in the closet #fanfic #artists on tumblr #rough drawing #digital art #badmotorartist #nirvhannahcornell #badgalnirvhannah #joey #james #badgalnirvhannahart

[nuagederose]

Little peek into what’s to come in the next couple of weeks

Inspired by Japanese manga, Polish artist Marcia Chmielewska (or simply Marcia), and of course, State of Euphoria.

Also do me a huge solid and give this man some more love, will ya? 💜💛🧡

#joey belladonna #joey #anthrax #thrash metal #heavy metal #digital art #digital illustration #yellow #pink #black #orange #botanical #a skeleton in the closet #badmotorartist #nirvhannahcornell #badgalnirvhannah #artists on tumblr #badgalnirvhannahart

[nuagederose]

#drawthisinyourstyle

3/19

blossom, bubbles, and buttercup

#the powerpuff girls #blossom #bubbles #buttercup #ppg #ppg fanart #draw this in your style #draw this in my style #digital illustration #digital drawing #digital art #autodesk sketchbook #artists on tumblr #cartoon network #badmotorartist #badgalnirvhannah #badgalnirvhannahart

[nuagederose]

"whatsoever i’ve feared has come to life.”

#chris cornell #soundgarden #chris #blackout drawings #blackout tuesday #paused drawings #the show must be paused #digital drawing #digital fanart #blue and white #artists on tumblr #badmotorartist #nirvhannahcornell #badgalnirvhannah #badgalnirvhannahart

[nuagederose]

“do unto others, as they’ve done unto you, but what the hell is this world coming to.”

#james hetfield #lars ulrich #james #lars #metallica #blackout drawings #paused drawings #the show must be paused #digital drawing #digital fanart #black and white #black and yellow #artists on tumblr #badmotorartist #nirvhannahcornell #badgalnirvhannah #blackout tuesday #badgalnirvhannahart

[nuagederose]

nirvhannah’s drawing challenge // day four

metallica // sweet amber

i wrote a letter to lars last winter and i told him that song’s one of my favorites. it really is, too: my favorite (next to invisible kid) on the most misunderstood album ever, and what better way to render it than with waves of amber~ ❤️🧡💛

#nirvhannah's drawing challenge #badmotorartist #nirvhannahcornell #badgalnirvhannah #day four #day 4 #digital drawing #digital art #black and gold #black and orange #sweet amber #metallica #st. anger #drawing prompt #drawing challenge #autodesk sketchbook #artists on tumblr #badgalnirvhannahart

[nuagederose]

“wake up, got another day to get through now, got another man to see. gotta call him on the telephone ay-o gotta find a piece of paper. sit down, got another letter to write, think hard, gotta get a letter just right... little ringin' on the telephone oh no, gotta write another letter!”

#dan spitz #anthrax #got the time #persistence of time #steampunk #clockpunk #desert gothic #scorpions #barn owl #tumbleweed #digital drawing #digital art #sepia #black #thistle #autodesk sketchbook #badmotorartist #badgalnirvhannah #nirvhannahcornell #badgalnirvhannahart

[nuagederose]

"if you live through this with me, i swear that i will die for you.”

#kurt cobain #courtney love #kurt #courtney #nirvana #hole #blackout drawings #paused drawings #the show must be paused #blackout tuesday #digital drawing #digital fanart #black and red #red and black #red black and white #nirvhannahcornell #badmotorartist #badgalnirvhannah #badgalnirvhannahart

[nuagederose]

the whole time drawing this, i thought of her part in that movie from a few years back, valerian.

this is right next to my watercolor portrait of her as one of my favorites i’ve done 🖤🖤🖤

oh, and if you add “all lives matter” to any of my posts, understand that someone always says it, and as of right now, i mean... really.

really.

take a step back and just look at the context of things and that knock off phrase in particular.

we don’t need that.

we don’t need that, but we need to do something, something more than just hashtags and black boxes.

and lo, and behold, it starts with artists - we’re more powerful than you think. we’ve been honored and revered for centuries. artists of all backgrounds, especially those who aren’t black or mixed. 

i made 12 drawings today and i am exhausted, but i’m more than happy to share with all of you guys, though. 🖤

#rihanna #blackout tuesday #the show must be paused #paused drawings #blackout drawings #digital drawing #digital fanart #cartoons #black #black and white #artists on tumblr #badmotorartist #nirvhannahcornell #badgalnirvhannah #badgalnirvhannahart