#non visual art

[itsnotjustgibberish]

I started thinking too hard about @grapedemon‘s human vs robot Mind poll so y’all get the ramblings that resulted

I lean more human wanting to be a machine overall, although I think both fit whether that is physical or metaphorically.

To me, they are all human. I LOVE seeing more creature-like designs, and my friends probably know how much I enjoy adding more animalistic and/or celestial pieces to my humanoid character designs. But I have always tried to keep my interpretation of canon HMS mostly human. One of the many things that are very important to me about the story of CCCC is just it’s pure visceral, painful, messy, sacred experience of being human.

I like to think Mind is human. He has mechanical hands, yes. He has metal and wires replacing the occasional cell or nerve, but he is still human [even if he uses those perceived imperfections to his humanity against himself.] He is human and he despises it.

Heart is supposed to be the organic one; the physical piece of their, his, existence. Organic matter is what allows the function of neurotransmitters.

A machine is not burdened by emotions.

Heart was organic, and that made him “imperfect.” Because a machine would never get overwhelmed and break down. A machine would never freeze. A machine would never leave them alone in their room, rotting in bed for days and weeks.

Heart was in control before, and his emotionally— imperfectly— human-driven coping mechanisms gave them no aid. That’s why Mind took the next logical step; they tried to cope with emotions, and it failed them, so, of course, doesn’t it make the most sense to try the complete opposite? To lock away those inadequate emotions that left you to rot? To just keep going and be efficient and make up for all the lost time the failure of your humanity brought you?

Of course it does. You haven’t listened to the middle ground yet.

And yet as Heart releases the last little bit of control he held on to, as Mind steals a throne of “lone” sovereign and Apathy takes hold, it is agonizing. It’s numb. It’s supposed to be numb. It’s meant to be efficient, it has to be the next logical step. So why is it painful? Why does the numbness hurt? It isn’t supposed to be so agonizing.

He’s worked, so, so very hard to become a machine. And he has; he’s empty, he’s a husk of organs fit together like gears, keeping a body upright and moving.

And it’s worse than the rot. It’s worse than the rot. It’s a true sort of rot.

He’s worked so very hard to become mechanical and perfect, but a dystopia falls apart just as easily as this utopia he has dreamed of.

The apathy is agonizing. Why? The very point of the frozen numbness was so it wouldn’t hurt anymore. He misses what it was like to feel, to be human.

But was he not always human? Is he not still human? Do the philosophers care if Theseus’ ship believes itself the same individual?

He wished to be a machine, and put on a mask of such. But he is still human. Something imperfectly sacred; a sad sulking mess, a human that is being.

#Fighting for my life trying to articulate these thoughts properly #hopefully it makes sense though #Chonny Jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #chonny Jash mind #cccc mind #chonny jash ramblings #chonny rambles #writing #non visual art #the anarchy anthology #itsnotjustgibberish #cringle jimble from my songs #cj mind

[abby-howard]

Some damsel art! I updated her distant sprites (the old sprites were holdovers from demo #1 when the backgrounds for chapter 2 didn't change)

And a bonus unfinished sprite for ya!

Oh yeah and wishlist our game :3

#slay the princess #visual novels #video game art #i learned to draw manga style for her #middle school me would be so proud #tony is so excited to be able to share non-spoiler princess art that isn't tower and adversary lmao #as soon as these were done he was like “OKAY LET'S POST THEM I DON'T CARE THAT IT'S 9PM!!”

[bunnygirllover45]

Random Illustrations from this month that have totally different vibes. The first one is based on the visual novel "Sayonara o Oshiete", the characters don't belong to me.

#my style is so fucking non-existent... #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere boy #original art #original character #dies irae vn #visual novel #sayonara o oshiete #hitomi hirosuke

[irregularm4ngo]

havent drawn anything postable recently so heres a drawing from 3 weeks ago

#resident evil #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re6 leon #digital art #fanart #re6 #re6 fanart #resident evil fanart #sketch #art by irregular #you can see the edge of the one which i attempted to do with my non-dominant hand lmao #re6 leon is my favourite iteration of him visually

[cadaverkeys]

I often wonder how people express themselves if they do not commit themselves in any way to the arts? Presumably most people on the planet do not produce art intentionally so what...do they do with their inner world? Does it just torture them from the inside? Genuinely curious.

#rambles #i wonder if it is how i feel about making music where there's a part of me that wants to escape #but it has nowhere to go #so i collect music and categorise it. im near obsessed with music in my real life #which i think is apparent at times in the way i express myself online #my visuals go in my art but im not rlly contented to write poetry or whatever. i wanna make MUSIC #and i feel that i know a lot of non-artists who are obsessive collectors

[bluehairperson]

Absolute funniest thing about Curse of Strahd is how the players get to hear about this menacing vampire who's been terrorizing the land for centuries and then you find out he's a 40 something yr old boomer in a perpetual middle age crisis trying to steal his little brother's girlfriend.

Like, the party was playing a horror campaign while Strahd has been stuck in a shitty dating sim for hundeds of years.

#fe non leggere begone #he's so funny... I love you cringe fail king #he's stuck in some bad end visual novel route loop #cos spoilers #curse of strahd spoilers #curse of strahd #strahd von zarovich #not art

[splendidcyan]

I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS... FOR SO LONG... And there's definitely SO MUCH I can do better but ummm I'm proud of this!! And I will be doing much more like it. Inspired/referenced from Batman: Arkham Asylum, which I have been enjoying, except that Robin is TOO burly !!! get small idiot. Wayne Family Adventures flavored Asylum time plz.

Bonus sketches and the early version, which got critiqued by some friends whose harsh words made it WAY better, thank u <3

#my art #batman #arkham asylum #robin #tim drake #visual development #bg art #background art #background paint #background design #environment art #clip studio paint #digital art #artists on tumblr #color key #color keys #production art #concept design #I have a bunch more sketches for Aslyum alone and i have ideas for city . havent gotten to knight yet #AND ofc im also gonna do more non fan work... gotta bigggggggg portfolio project in planning rn #bitch im gonna draw so good and get hired #2023

[kcamberart]

Iono’s magnemite! wish they were real and obtainable 

#i know they're probably just like accessories or whatever but i can dream #blender #low poly #lowpoly #low-poly #pokemon #magnemite #iono #3d art #3d model #3d modeling #art #artists on tumblr #this was a really lazy one. gotta fill up the queue somehow while i work on the non-visual aspects of game development

[just-a-carrot]

Happy Pride Month from my queer beans! 💕

#our wonderland #queer pride #lgbt #visual novel #asexual #ace #gay #bisexual #non-binary #indie game #pixel art #ow: art #ow: iggy #ow: genzou #ow: orlam #ow: gidget #i love them

[sysig]

You mentioned you mainly ship Glados/Chell when it comes to Portal? Could I please request something with them, however you personally imagine their dynamic? Sorry for the vague prompt, I'm just curious what your ideas are!

Day 25 - As if being dead wasn't bad enough

#My art #Requestober #Portal #Chell #GLaDOS #Big girlfriend <3 #Big Mean girlfriend <3 <3 #Ugh it's been a while since I've drawn her lol I forgot how complex her design is #A lot of this is just visual noise don't look too hard lol #I do love her tho! I just happen to love her mind - her personality - the most ♥ #For a change of pace I listened to her lines in the background rather than music hehe ♪ #I forgot how funny she is in Portal 1 gosh she's so cool and mean and fdjsalfjdsf I love her I love her #I never know where to cut the line between the Player and Chell - she's designed to be a blank slate so hmm #I mean I see her as being extremely long-suffered - you'd have to be to put up with GLaD hehe <3 #Sarcastic and flippant in response to GLaDOS' long monologues haha #But for me personally I could listen to her insult me all day <3 So how much of that carries over to Chell? #Probably a non-zero amount while I'm playing her lol - we see Players nod or shake Chell's head! #That means something! #So just go ahead and insult her it's all in good fun ♪ #I do love the idea of GLaDOS needing Chell to be somewhere and all other methods of moving her are inaccessible #Elevator breaks? :3c She can fall a long distance but her jump height isn't quite that good lol #Ride around on her to go from floor to floor! GLaDOS secretly enjoys it and turns that pleasure into more insults lol #''Stop enjoying this only one of us is allowed to be having fun right now. And by one of us I mean neither of us. Be quiet.'' Lol ♫

[itsnotjustgibberish]

Wake up chat, Gibberish writing dropped!

Soul and Whole centric fic :] written with platonic intent for clarity

Warnings: General angst, unreality/depersonalization, mostly unhappy ending. Let me know if there’s anything else I should add; I’m not too experienced posting and tagging writing

^Can be read here, or below,

[…]

They always met at the beginning of the loops.

Soul knew the ‘Whole’ he met within the rainstorms wasn’t really Harmonia, or even fully real. Still, he would always take the time to sing their duets. It would always repeat the promise to revive Him. His hope would be renewed from the spring showers; hydrated so that it could hold on long enough to eventually blossom when the song regained its harmonies.

Whole was just a human being.

Soul had to remind himself of that. Over and over he reminded itself that Harmonia was not a god, not his god. He hated Soul’s reverence.

Except when he saw Him this time, it was difficult not to humble himself.

The voice of the silhouette always sounded familiar, even if He was rather blurry, but this meeting wasn’t during the beginning. Heart and Mind had already harmonized, and begun to work together. If anything, they might have already formed a Soulless-Harmonia.

So how could he come face-to-face with his Whole, now?

He had to be real. This wasn’t the beginning, he couldn’t be just a promise. He was a person, He was here. He was here with Soul. He was finally, truly meeting The Whole.

What the fuck.

The mechanisms behind his eyes began to spin out hundreds of different worries. Had it respected Him correctly? Would He be proud of The Soul’s work to reform? Would He be proud of Atlas himself..?

Soul felt his hands reach out to The Whole unthinkingly, but he did not fight it.

“{Whole?}” Despite the tone, it was no longer a question. His hands were solid against Soul’s. The touch was real. His body was real. Whole was real.

“Hello, Mr. Eclipse.”

“{How…}” He tore one hand away to cover his mouth as tears escaped his eyes. Whole squeezed the hand He still held for a moment, briefly attempting to offer comfort, before pulling His Soul into a hug instead.

“I don’t know.”

Soul leaned into the embrace, face pressing against His shoulder. The curls of His hair were an uncomfortable tickle as they brushed against him, but he could not care; it wasn’t an artificial feeling. Atlas clung on to His back, and the soft cloth of His shirt folded between his fingers. The pressure of His arms around it was like a weighted blanket keeping him free from harm. Whole did not have the same metallic coldness of Mind, nor the feverish scorching of Heart; He was a human being with a natural warmth, He was a real person. Whole was real.

Whole was real as He held the sobbing man, who’s hands shook as he clung on to Him tighter. Atlas’ nails would have drawn blood if the other’s clothes had been any thinner. Still, Whole refused to move away. Even as tears drenched His shirt, surely leaving some kind of stain, He stayed still as a comforting constant.

Suddenly yet hesitantly, Soul pulled his head away; his eyes were wide and terrified, as if he was worried the other might disappear when he let go. “{It took so fucking long for you to finally show up here. You haven’t always been able to, right?}” Soul sniffled. “{You haven’t– please tell me you haven’t left us forsaken intentionally–}” The words wobbled before splitting apart into another wave of sobs.

Atlas brought its eyes back up from the floor, tears blinked away. The terrifying thought of what His answer could be was replaced with a guilt worse than a thousand sliced nerves when its gaze met Whole’s; clouded with sadness.

“Do you think I would?” His voice lowered.

Soul felt all words leave him. He had upset Whole. They had only just met and he had already fucked up and hurt Him. What was wrong with him? What kind of vessel was he?

Whole silently hugged him again. Atlas let his arms fall to his sides; it didn’t deserve His comfort now. Of course He wouldn’t have meant to leave. He couldn’t have wanted to leave. Because what would that say about Soul? About all of them; that they were part of something so quick to push their own self away?

But He was here with him now as he cried until his head hurt. Whole eventually gave him an awkward pat on the head; which was met with Soul giggling through his sobs, wiping at his cheeks. He glanced up at the other to see him mirror the movement. Soul hadn’t noticed when Whole began crying, but there was something oddly comforting about seeing the tears on His face as well.

Whole backed away, eyes finally breaking from Soul’s to take in the room. Awe grew in The Whole’s face as He wandered around, with Atlas following right behind like a lost duckling. The impossible space of Soul’s bedroom was really the only structure in the psyche that hadn’t formed based around his house.

Harmonia looked back at Soul, and it seemed to set in that this was the place he had already spent hundreds of thousands of days in. Soul found the wonder charming, but the one wondering was not aware of that, and so he shifted his attention to avoid boring him.

“It’s rather dark in here, don’t you think?” He turned to the window, making his way over slow enough for The Eclipse to easily catch up if needed. Atlas watched a mix of sun and moon highlight His quintet-colored nails as Whole pressed the glass panes open, observing the clouds outside. “Perhaps we should cloudgaze? It’s certainly been a while.”

All the times he had spent laying beside ‘Whole’ to watch the rain clouds pass felt emptier now. It hurt, but maybe that was okay; he had the real Whole now, didn’t he? But the thought of watching the clouds together was terrifying. They would be tempting fate; disrespecting this current Parousia to return to a fake one. Soul reasoned with himself that the tears making another attempt at escape were just a remaining irritation of his eyes. It certainly could not be fear overtaking him again.

“Hey, Dawnlight,” Atlas nearly jumped as Harmonia’s hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder. “I’m sure it’s okay.”

“{What… What if somehow–}”

“It will be okay.”

“{But you appeared so quickly, what if you leave just as suddenly? How can I know you won’t get lost in the rain? How can I trust you not to abandon me again?}” He took a deep breath, and avoided His eyes for fear of having to see that pain-filled expression once more. “{I’m sorry, I don’t mean to blame you– you can’t be the one to blame for this– but I have never been this fucking terrified before.}”

“It may be partly cloudy, but the rains cannot reach us today.” He motioned outside, “Look at the clouds. They’re paler than a certain Akaryocyte, aren’t they?”

Soul couldn’t help but smile at the– probably unintentional– jab at Heart, and carefully crept up beside him. “{The clouds have no rain.}”

“The clouds have no rain.” He echoed.

“{You can’t get lost.}”

Whole patted his shoulder, again, rather awkwardly. “I’m here, aren’t I?"

“{You’re real, and you are here.}”

Soul guided the other through the patch where the roof turned to smog. After a short hike, the duo settled in a low altitude meadow of cloud; lying against the soft ground.

Whole hummed a tune that Soul quickly recognized; a zeroth track the trio had already sung. He grinned, looking up at all the variations in the puffs enclosing them from above.

“Isn’t it so very fascinating to see how the clouds will form differently from such simple changes in the environment?”

“{Yes.}”

“Do you have a favorite cloud?”

“{I’ve always found interstellar ones really lovely.}”

He raised an eyebrow. “Those aren’t the ones I meant, silly.”

“{You should’ve specified water molecules. I bet you’d hate to find out my favorite color is technically a value.}” He laughed, and paused. “{…Your favorite color is still pink, right?}”

“Yup.”

“{Do you dislike how we connect you to gold, then?}”

“Nah. I think it’s fun to see the symbolism you three have made. Besides, Atlas, don’t you think I would get sick of it if everything around me was constantly pink?”

Soul laughed again, and sat up. “{Fair enough.}”

He grabbed a clump of the cloud beneath him, and carefully began to shape it. Whole rolled onto His stomach, watching His third before looking back at the sky. Giggling to himself, Soul set the flower he had created atop His head, catching His eye before focusing on creating another. A few more flowers joined the first, as well as a sun and moon, before either of them broke the comfortable silence again.

“{What are you gonna say to Heart and Mind when you meet them?}” He asked.

Harmonia looked at him thoughtfully before eventually giving up on an answer with a shrug. He carefully sat up as to not let the clouds fall from his hair, and moved to sit beside Soul. It leaned against The Whole, and closed his eyes. His shoulder was solid and comfortable beneath his head, and so were the clouds holding them up.

“Soul?”

“{Hm?}”

“I’m not real.”

“{I…}” The vessel opened his eyes, trying to steady its breathing before looking at the void beside him.

“You know that, don’t you?”

“{…The lie was comforting.}”

“I know.”

Soul could barely see into His eyes anymore.

“You have to join them, Atlas.” The name once held so much tranquility, but now it felt like a toxin ripping apart each and every molecule of his being. The sweetness of it left a bitter aftertaste now; it was a horrid reminder that Soul could never be its own person to truly meet Whole. If the trio intertwined and formed Whole physically, Soul would no longer exist to see Him. If the trio became Whole by harmonizing and working together as individuals, the Harmonia he wanted so desperately to meet would never exist.

Soul would never meet Whole.

“{I can’t lose you.}”

”You won’t—“ Whole was cut off as the other yelled.

”{I know that! I know the three of us will form you again. I know you and I are intertwined; the real Whole was what we repaired along the way, or whatever cliché shit, but I can’t lose the presence here now. I can’t lose you!}”

Whether the wetness on his face was caused by tears or rain, Soul wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. It was already too late. It clutched its arms around himself, and sobbed harder when the only response was a cold zephyr carrying the smell of storms. He tried to dig his hands into the ground beneath him, desperately searching for something solid or something real, but the clouds only dissipated with the extra pressure. Soul brought its knees to his chest, and let his head fall forward as he cradled them.

Eventually he ran a sleeve across his face in a half-hearted attempt to clean it. Taking a heavy breath, Atlas looked back down at the empty space beside him, and forced his legs to stand and walk. The Eclipse spoke to the void one final time.

“{Stratocumulus.}” Was the only word to break the silence before he started the path back home to his other halves.

Soul would never meet Whole, but Harmonia was still waiting for him.

#Chonny Jash #Chonny Jash fanfic #Chonny Jash fic #cccc fanfic #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cccc #Chonny Jash soul #Chonny Jash whole #cj soul #cj whole #cccc soul #cccc whole #itsnotjustgibberish #writing #non visual art #cringle jimble from my songs #the anarchy anthology #angsty writing #cw depersonalization #tw depersonalization #ask to tag

[humanmorph]

Day 5 - Waking Up

My favorite sentence is: "The day she knew she was very old, she was suddenly filled with happiness that years ago, she had gotten that tattoo of a -

shoutout to Figure A forever <3 i was so so happy to see them show back up in pzn my favourite minor npc previously only featured in 10 minutes of one episode

#figure a #15daysoffatt #friends at the table #fatt #partizan #quote is from tm63 though. guaranteed events or: an accounting of the time when we built the machine my beloved #my most listened to fatt ep easily. probably because its very short comparatively but also because it is very good! #i dont have high hopes but im still holding out for another of those short fiction eps. palisade you could be the one...! #i like hearing austin read . #rosa art #anyways im pretty happy with this. #i have a version with a BWOOOAAM sound effect btw bc it was in the transcript but i ended up liking this one better... #bluebird being the only word #i hope its like. Readable visually but panel 1&2 is like. figure a powering on and 3 is from their pov leap shining light at them #im never incredibly confident if stuff is parseable but in the end. its cool to ME so w/e #edit: non-transparent version. i like the transparent ver better in my files but this is better for posting... i think.

[t77s]

PRETENDING THAT YOU'RE DEAD.

#visual moodboard #mb alt #alternative icons #color icons #messy icons #spotify cover #random icons #orange blue brown #carrd material #gif art #retro moodboard #grunge headers #vintage #cute cats #ulzzang packs #kpop layouts #cat icons #fairycore #non kpop #aesthetic #inspo

[brie-draws]

Sumire~ September Love Again~ [ Izam [ Shazna ] ]

#shazna #izam shazna #izam #visual kei #vkei #v系 #ヴィジュアル系 #pixel #pixel art #fanart #non-chibi

[vargaslovinghours]

The unusual but no less hard-hitting 10½! (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9)

So as it turns out, I did so many Blank Slate/Have you lost your mind? doodles that I ComPletely broke the last sketchdump lol, so it gets it’s own! Who could’ve figured that making basically a full comic of Chapters 2 and 3 would’ve made just a few too many sketches lol

Because of that, I’d strongly recommend reading what I've posted of Have you lost your mind? so far before this! Spoilers and author’s notes/behind the scenes warnings and all that haha

Concept sketch for Scriabin - I always love having visual signifiers to denote timeline/AU/etc. differences so you can tell at a glance where you are :) His silhouette gets to be correct! The details, well, sorry we forgot those ♪

And concepts for Edgar! I've drawn him in different glasses before so it was a bit of an excuse, using these new/old glasses to do so again haha

But in the end I went for a reference! Remember when I drew Edgar's glasses tiny?

And I mean, if he hadn't worn them in a while, maybe they're just a bit small on him! Lol

Poor memory-less Edgar's musings, it's not just sad to be forgotten, it's sad to forget :(

Early concept of Scriabin freaking out by himself in the bedroom. I'm glad I got to keep it :D

Always gotta draw 'em reacting to something just out of frame

Poor Scriabin, he wants to be close despite knowing Edgar doesn't remember him. He has to face this whole Being Human thing completely alone! Edgar just doesn't understand!

He doesn't know how good he's got it haha, if I was really mean I'd have let him keep his glasses instead. There's a bunch of fun themes either way, but stealing from Edgar while hiding in his own hair is as good as any hehe <3

Blank-faced Edgar, I ended up with a lot of these, unsurprisingly. Doesn't help that he's cute haha

As usual, starting from the middle - it's just easier to get ideas flowing around a core! Also that note pointing at Edgar of "Put Todd to bed" was all the everything of the prep work I did for writing that little section, but the rest Absolutely Needed storyboarding lol

He might come to resent you if you manhandle so much right after meeting for the "first" time

Scriabin actually touches him in the original draft, but after I thought about it, it'd probably take a bit to cross the touch barrier comfortably again! Scriabin's still weird about Edgar but Edgar is wary, it's an interesting dynamic

I won't show off every panel, but panels like these where I think they turned out especially cute Have to be included haha <3 I dunno what it is but Scriabin pouting always turns out adorable ♥

Floof harder! Edgar's innocent expressions ahh <3

Starting to lay the groundwork, but still a bit nervously! It is quite fun how they skirt each other, not quite sure what the other knows - how many lies can Scriabin get away with before he gets caught!

Scriabin using some informed guesswork in conjunction with what he definitely knows, he is rather intelligent :) You can also see Edgar's unfocused eyes well in this one, I tried to draw them fuzzy behind those glasses hehe

These are all lined up like this on the page :D Really happy with his hand expressions here, and his face haha

This was one of my favourite lines - he keeps making excuses for Nny! Edgar no! - I fully admit that it's also partially influenced by how cute Edgar turned out haha, the poor thing - but he's so wonderfully fluffy!

I love this line as well, Scriabin utterly convinced that all his hard work must have gotten through to Edgar somewhere in there, he said it often enough, he must have listened to him at least once-!

And then Edgar completely cuts him off and redirects him haha, they’re both hopeless <3

So mad at himself and Edgar, comedy = pain + time, but this is still fresh! Give yourself some time!

That last line in particular is so insidious because he did that, Scriabin was the one who put him in that situation, and now he’s trying to turn it back around on him! He's the worst ♪

Guilty Edgar <3 Still pressing on (changing the subject so he doesn't have to linger on the feeling hehe), he does have his own questions

These kinds of exchanges were especially fun to look back on from their individual perspectives since I only drew it once, starting with Edgar. How honest can Scriabin really be? He can't explain everything and not be kicked out for being a potential danger to Todd or Edgar! He's gotta play his cards Just So

Edgar is also quite intelligent! Catching Scriabin out in a lie, even when he's trying so hard to skirt the truth!

Scriabin so mad about being called out, gotta rub it in just a little bit that he's Totally Right lol, what a brat <3

Scriabin is legally and morally and emotionally and spiritually obligated to mess with Edgar sexually in literally every iteration of his existence, it is a core tenant of his being and also he really really wants to (lol) ♪ Drawing Edgar all blushed up is just a bonus, who does this stranger think he is! What has he forgotten! He's not some easy man! Haha, if you only (still) knew, Edgar

Whatever he was going to say would just hurt Scriabin's feelings, better to just cut him off before another reminder gets laid out

Probably my least favourite dialogue that I had to change was making "?" into something that flowed better in just-text, it's not the same! Lots of little notes about word choice actually haha. Love them reaching for each other even like this <3

Edgar has all these feelings to contend with! My favourite shot is easily the last one, Scriabin's relaxed mouth while Edgar's heart is beating out of his veins right into his ear ♥

Pls o////ò;

Existence is exhausting

Even without knowing him, he's just a cautious guy :) And he wants to be gentle with him! He doesn't realize what he's doing, what his actions would mean to Scriabin if he could see them, and he does them all the same 💕

Pretty lad <3

Technically backtracking, to Ch. 3! POV shifts are fun lol

Zarla mentioned Scriabin curling up into a ball in the blankets and I thought it was a cute visual haha ♪ Haven't had a use for it yet but never say never hehe

I wanted to go for some high perspective shots to drive home the uncanny feeling of being really truly alone for the first time ever. That, and he's dramatic anyhow haha

His posing was very important to me! Since Edgar knocks on the door while he's still leaned against it, the contact points would Feel a specific way

Scriabin got a lot of「bracket notes」for his section, usually as digs lol, where does Scriabin get off saying that Edgar has no tact haha

More blank-faced Edgar! These were actually drawn separately - could be chalked up to how each of them remember the event! Edgar sees himself as more put-together and Scriabin as more foolish haha ��

That horrible sinking feeling

I pick on him a lot but this really would be incredibly scary and sad! He's alone, expelled, and the only person who Knows him now doesn't even recognize him! This was probably the one scene I wanted to be just a bit longer, really feel the weight, hmm

But he's also quite resilient haha, he has to be <3 He has enough tenacity, thank goodness haha

One of those examples of panels basically repeating lol, I can only fit so much text per pose! Plus it's fun to see the little body language differences :)

Another bracket note lol, Scriabin has to be the best at everything!

And another, have I mentioned that Kaggie is my favourite of the two? ✨ I'd still like to give both K and D a more sizeable reference sometime! Scriabin continues to be the cutest when he pouts, agh <3

Touchy touchy touch ♥

I do love the phrase "feeling himself" right after the last panel lol - it can be both literal and metaphorical! And that's what you get for not cleaning up after yourself! I swear that lightswitch panel confused me so many times on reviewing notes lol

He's not even careful pfft. Then again if he was, he wouldn't have a mess to grumble about in the first place!

A familiar face while Scriabin's already feeling small on his lonesome, ~it's symbolic~

Ough, it hurts to think that Edgar might actually be able to watch Zeitgeist, not knowing the deeper implications. The thought of him inviting Scriabin to see it! 💔

The most important question, and he hasn't come to a conclusion yet :) I wonder what his answer will be once he stops hiding from it!

Hhhh this has been a really fun AU to write for, I'm glad that I finally put it to words since it had been rolling around in my head since early 2021 - there are so many fun and insidious things to explore! Especially on Scriabin's side, though I still think it's the most fun to be stuck behind Edgar's eyes, an aware audience knowing what Scriabin is up to while Edgar doesn't hehe ♪ Hopefully I'll have some time to return to it after a bit! :D

#💟 #Doodles #Art #Sketchdump #Blank Slate AU #Scriabin #Edgar #Hhhhhhhwhy did I make so many of these lol ♪ #I finally utilized the method I'd heard about for fic writing of doodling out scenes for visualization #And then it comes back on me like this! Lol #And this still isn't even all of them! #Cough Patreon plug cough cough cough lol #But most of them are featured here :) I was happy with a lot of them! :D #In general as a fic it's been quite easy-going haha #It feels a little ironic to me but it's my in-between fic - since I'm not rereading it's detail-light/non-specific #I guess I'm just thinking of it as a first draft until I reread haha ♪ I'm just sharing it while I'm here! :) #I think it'd be a fun read-along to find which panels go to which scenes hehe #Although I'm also a big advocate for ''seeing'' fics on your own first! #Sometimes the imagery is different and inspires! I've had several times where I'll read and then draw #And /then/ go look at the accompanying art and it's quite different! Translation through medium! :D #So I always recommend getting your thoughts out first haha you can always return later :) #I know I said so already but having at-a-glance differences to show where we're at ah <3 #And that it's to do with both of their glasses! How they see each other but literally! Hehe! #It really is such a fun concept to play in ♪ Similar in some ways to And Also With You #But one-sided! I also really love the trope of ''The one who should know Doesn't'' #Oh and did you catch the Loved and Wanted reference? It's subtle haha #Always pulling little things from everywhere >:3c Blink and you miss it fun! #Pls do stick with me if you like it so far :D I have more ideas just you wait ♫

[aroworlds]

[image description: six elongated pixel-style text reading "aro" striped in the colours of three pride flags. A brown arrow shaft runs across the centre of the letters, forming the horizontal strokes of the letters "A" and "R". A grey arrowhead sits in front of the text; flag-stripe fletching sits behind it. Each image is available in two versions with black or transparent background.

Stripes are coloured in the following pride flags: allo-aro (green/light green/white/yellow/gold), aromantic (green/light green/white/grey/black) and non-sam aro (cyan/light cyan/white/light green/green).]

Aro (with Arrow) Pixel Art Stickers

Flags: allosexual aromantic, aromantic and non-sam aromantic.

This design is created from the cross-stitch patch variant of my freehand embroidery motif (originally designed for doll T-shirts). Both patterns--cross-stitch and freehand embroidery--are available on the Aro Worlds website and Patreon.

All banners/stickers are available for free personal or non-commercial use with credit to one of my accounts.

#aromantic #alloaro #non sam aro #aro arrows #arrows #stickers #flags and banners #typography #typographic art #pixel art #pixel art banners #green aro pride flag #green and gold alloaro pride flag #artwork and visual #original artwork #pride #aro symbols #aro symbolism #weaponry #weapons and sharp edges #in writing the id I originally typed arohead #sounds about right!