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Tubes of oil paint

Since my (super) antiquated laptop can only handle Blender 2.79, I decided how far I could push its processing capabilities by cranking up the render settings. Doing any type of animation is a Herculean struggle so I had to opt for a simple still life instead.

#blender 3d #3d render of paint tubes #cgi art

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Game-ready asset

Getting the hang of painting edge wear and converting PBR mats to 2k textures.

#blender 3d #3d render #game asset #low poly model #gas can

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Space Battle (1980s anime style)

Having a little fun in creating a vintage look for one of my renders.

#Blender 3d #1980s anime #Macross #Robotech #3d toonshade

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Render cool stuff with zero skill

The BagaPie add-on makes complex geometry generation ridiculously easy. Just select assets then in two clicks it's done. Best of all it's free! Link below: https://abaga.gumroad.com/l/BbGVh

#blender 3d #free add-on

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The badassery of this animated short is completely off the scale. I can't wait to see future episodes!

#Blood for Blood #Land of Sauria #dinosaurs #David Armsby #animation #Youtube

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Gemstones

These will make great props for glamor product scenes.

#blender 3d #3d render #gemstones

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Valve

Getting the hang of managing localized light sources.

#blender 3d #3d render

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Sunlit Warehouse

A warehouse where vintage machinery is stored.

#Blender 3D #industrial render #vintage machinery

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Mevelar’s Gumroad store now live!

https://mevelar.gumroad.com/

Additional texture map sets will be forthcoming. Stay tuned!

#3d assets #texture maps #graphics #gumroad

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Robotic Arm

I’m really enjoying hard surface modeling. (Created from a Blender Bros tutorial.)

#3d modeling #blender #hard surface modeling

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Language creation site

Here’s a handy little tool for creating a fantasy language on the fly. https://homeforfiction.com/ Ipnen ioabl pek kpi! [Have fun and enjoy!]

#writing tools

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Online folios

Over the course of the next few weeks, I am going to start uploading some of the art projects that I’ve been working on. https://www.artstation.com/mevelar https://sketchfab.com/mevelar

#artstation #sketchfab

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The Traveler

Chapter 3 – Mark of Mercy Dozens of armed units surrounded the flats with one notable individual who looked to have sustained numerous battle-related injuries. The metid’s face sported a metallic cowling that covered his left temple all the way down to his jaw. A dilating lens substituted what was once his left eye and his robotic right arm clutched hold of something that resembled an advanced rifle of some sort. Once Daegal was chaperoned along with the other tenants to the front lawn, the surly metid stepped forth then raised his weapon aloft. “Name’s Karg. Karg the Merciful. I’m’s the top warlord of this band of Opus Dalis. There be any Raka in this bunch?”

Opus Dalis? Crap! Daegal thought as he tried to avert his gaze from the brigand leader. “No one?” the warlord huffed as he leveled his weapon at a random tenant before firing. An altaran instantly burst into flames causing those around them to flee in terror. Karg snorted with delight upon witnessing the fear he had induced. Daegal froze in horror upon witnessing the disintegration of a fellow tenant. It was not so much the violence that rattled him as the type of firearm the act was committed with. He had never seen such a weapon before. However, he surmised that it must have been one of types that he was assigned to investigate. At least that was part of his original mission plan. He also knew that if he gave even the slightest hint that he was aware of the significance of such weapons, his own life would meet the same fate as that of the unlucky altaran.

Moments later, the antilleen skulked from around the corner, its mouth dripping with some type of dark purple residue. Daegal quickly deduced that it must have been the blood of some unfortunate victim. “You weren’t supposed to eat ‘em just yet, idiot!” Karg bellowed at the lizard. “Hun...gerrr…” Daegal heard it's faint reply through his translation device. The warlord pointed towards the smoldering pile of flesh. “Eat that, instead.” The lizard let out a roar of protest. “Burrrnt! Baad... taaassste...” Another blast issued from the rifle and, within the blink of an eye, another unfortunate soul erupted into a ball of flame. Karg’s weapon emitted a bluish glow along areas where it was joined together. Upon observing the firearm further, Daegal figured the blue glow functioned as some type of cooling operation. Whatever it was, he figured that it must draw immense amounts of energy whenever it was fired. “Now,” Karg screamed through the translation device. “One last time: who here is Raka? Come on. Point out your neighbors and you won’t get hurt.”

Almost immediately, tenants began ratting each other out. If for no other reason than to save their own hides. The warlord seemed to take even more pleasure in the terror as he ordered his troops to fire upon the hapless crowd.

In a desperate move, Daegal pointed towards the antilleen then shouted, “This guy threatened to eat me if I didn’t transfer credits to his personal account.” Upon hearing the false accusation, the bipedal lizard let out a fearsome roar before turning to face the human. “Liieess!”

“Sure you did. Just check the transaction logs,” Daegal pointed at the lizard. “You had your account open and ready for transfer. I’m sure you were more than willing to give your boss his fair cut too, right?”

“Why you filching, dickless reptile!” Karg growled as he leveled his rifle at the antilleen. “Set yer pad down, now! And pray you had it set to delivering me a seventy percent cut.” The lizard relented at first, but eventually complied as it pulled out its datapad then placed it in front of Karg's feet. When the warlord ordered one of his men to examine the pad, the antilleen seized its window of opportunity of escape by lunging at the unsuspecting henchman. The hapless goon’s skull was crushed by the reptile’s powerful jaws causing torrents of dark blood to gush everywhere . Before Karg had a chance to fire, the lizard released its headless victim then bounded off into the darkness. The warlord cursed then ordered four of his troops to follow the antilleen's trail. “You, boy, are one lucky farker,” the warlord snorted as he slung the weapon on his back. “What’s yer name?” Daegal had to thank of a lie, and quick. “Doug… Doug Henneforth.” “Aye, human,” Karg stepped towards the archeologist. “I never trusted that two-timing scaly egg-crapper from the start. Lucky for you, your boldness has earned you a reprieve from my wrath… at least for the time being.” “T… thank you,” Daegal stammered with fear as he tried to avoid staring into the warlord’s face. Karg beckoned for two of his goons to seize hold of the archeologist. “Oh. Be careful of givin’ me thanks, primate.”

The warlord pulled out a metal rod that emitted a high-energy charge at the end. His goons, then, forced the human down to his knees as Karg activated the device then shoved the tip into Daegal’s forehead. Electrical currents coursed through Daegal’s body causing him to blackout momentarily. When he finally came to, he massaged his forehead only to feel a strange texture embedded under his skin. “Wha… what did you do to me?” Karg snorted then knelt down to the human’s eye level. “Call it my mark of mercy. Whenever I ask for something, you will deliver it to me without question. Otherwise there will be no mercy next time. Do I make myself clear?” Daegal nodded. “Yes. Very clear.” “Now go about your useless life and enjoy it while you can. But know this: you are now my property so long as you draw breath.” Karg reached out with his metal hand then grabbed hold of Daegal’s throat. He looked into the human’s eyes as the gears from his mechanical lens whirred in an attempt to achieve a focus on the archeologist’s face. “When Opus Dalis calls, you will answer.”

#the traveler #original sci-fi story

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Quality of life tool for Blender

I wrote a little addon that expedites the workflow when editing meshes. https://github.com/Mevelar/BlenderAddOns

Eventually, I will get around to scripting something for automating node material setups. Until then, it’s time to perform another type  of ‘scripting’. ;)

#blender 3d #blender addons #digital art

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Wallet drain

Why does this tempt me so? https://store.na.square-enix-games.com/en_US/product/648654/final-fantasy-vii-remake-play-arts-kai-action-figure-red-xiii-action-figure

#final fantasy vii #red xiii

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Expository writing

While writing the next chapter of The Traveler, I was intrigued by the backstory of how one of the characters came to be where they are in the story line. The chain of events that led them to where they were first place felt every bit as interesting as the character themself. I may include this essay at a later time once the existing story has advanced to a point where there are no unintentional spoilers. In the mean time, I’m just going to enjoy fleshing out even more of this multi-faceted sci-fi saga.

#mevlar's musings #original sci-fi #the traveler

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The Traveler

Chapter 2 – Info Wipe A crescendo of noises permeated the bustling street as Daegal made his way to the small flat he had rented. The acrid taste of sulfur filled his lungs in spite of the makeshift respirator he had been issued upon arrival.

He arrived at his flat just several hours before the break of day. Fumbling for his access key, he attempted to open the electronic lock. High above, the massive gas giant Rhel loomed over the western horizon as the sky began to slowly shift to a deep purple indicating the eventual advent of dawn.

Does nothing work around here? Daegal grumbled as he fiddled with the lock combo once more. After an additional attempt the stubborn device yielded, allowing him to gain access to the tenement hall.

As he passed through the door, his nostrils were overcome with a variety of pungent smells ranging from strong alcohol and perfume to excrement and rotting garbage. Piles of refuse along with fecal matter were crammed in nearly every corner of the dingy hallway. Further down the cramped passageway, several junkies sat huddled together while indulging in a variety of illicit narcotics the likes of which he decided best to remain ignorant about.

Daegal managed to navigate his way to his flat unscathed in spite of the questionable characters he had bumped into. After glancing in both directions, he thumbed in his access code before disappearing through the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Daegal reached into his pocket then pulled out the slip of paper the stranger had given him. The writing was in Flat Tongue so there was no issue as far as translating the message was concerned.

Mr. Sylreasian,

You’ve been sent here to retrieve something very valuable. Due to security reasons, I cannot reveal what that something is. However, here is an access code that will allow you to transfer some credits. I trust you have a datapad to do the transfer.

Once you have the credits, you will go to a sled dealer named Nix. Just tell them Gorg sent you and he’ll offer you a deal on one of the hover sleds. Don’t worry about the amenities, I’ve taken care of all that on my end.

One last thing: whatever you do, be sure to memorize that access code before destroying this message. The last thing we want to have happen is for this to fall into the wrong hands.

I’ll be in touch.

**Gorg**

Great… Daegal thought to himself as he suddenly felt the urge to relieve himself. That damn brandy must have done a number on my gut.

While he was answering the call of nature, Daegal could hear high-pitched mating shrieks going on in the room next door. He surmised that a fal'jyan was having an amorous encounter with a aetid. Or was it a harari? Either way, he could not be sure.

As he was in the process of purging the rest of his meal, the relief facility door swung open revealing an ominous reptilian figure. Its long muzzle bristled with rows of sharp teeth and it’s green eyes shrank to narrow slits in response to the bright light. The bipedal creature surged forward on its digitigrade legs then thrust its ferocious maw just inches from his face. Its hot breath reeked of rotten flesh.

“Sss... grt… ffk… ta…,” the reptile chortled as it placed its long taloned hands on his chest.

“I… I need my translator,” Daegal stammered as primal fear flashed across his face. He knew this was not just a mindless lizard. Antilleens had a reputation for brutally mutilating their victims before devouring them until nothing but hair and clothing remained. But the question remained: why me?

The antilleen raised its other taloned hand then presented the quivering human a translation device. Daegal tried his best to control his shaking, but to no avail. His primordial fear of being eaten had taken control of his every being. But in spite of the trembling, he managed to slip the device onto his neck.

“W… what do you want?” Daegal’s voice trembled.

The lizard looked him in the eyes before blinking its own. “Want… credits… kaak… or… you… die!”

It took a few seconds for Daegal to compose himself. However, he realized that if the antilleen found out he was in possession of an outside source of credits then things could get much worse. As far as he was concerned, the lizard was none the wiser as to what he was actually in possession of. If he could only… Yes!

“Hey. Mind if I wipe my ass?” he briefly looked into the reptile’s cold green eyes before averting his gaze.

“Wiiipe…,” it replied through the translator.

“Yeah. You catch on pretty fast. Monkeys like me have to do these things after we take a shit. Give me a second, will ya?” With those words, Daegal used the paper note to clean up more than just one mess.

The lizard was a bit confused at first, but it seemed to catch on as to what the hairless ape was trying to do. After a few vacuous hisses, the antilleen took several steps back before it disappeared from view.

Well. That’s one to tell the grandkids, the archeologist thought to himself as he began tidying up. ‘I almost became a lizard snack while taking a dump.’ Yup. This is going to be a real adventure, that’s for sure.

Screams erupted from across the hall just as Daegal exited his flat. He glanced around, hoping to catch sight of whatever it was that was causing so much distress among the tenants. Seconds later, a loud explosion thundered through the thin walls causing him to instinctively dive for cover.

“What in the hell is going on?” he shouted.

One of the ardoonite tenants cautiously approached the quivering human then chimed out in a high-pitched tone, “Everyone leave. The Opus commands our presence.”

Daegal heard the message through his translator as he tried to gather his thoughts. But as soon as he stood up, he was confronted by two metids wearing matching garments that resembled something straight out of a low-budget grind flick. Their uniforms, if they could even pass for such a thing, sported an obnoxiously large symbol on the chest and resembled something akin to a doughnut with a dot in the middle.

“You. Human. Leave through the main egress,” the metid goon’s voice hummed through the translator.

Great. Not even the first day on this dustball and I’ve already been threatened with being eaten by a talking lizard while taking a crap. Now I’m being evicted by a couple of thugs who look like they just stepped out of a bad costume party, Daegal thought as he stood up then followed a few paces behind the guards through the front door. (Story cross-posted to fictionpress.com)

#the traveler #original sci-fi