#finally i can call it Not A Sketch But An Actual Artwork

[dinodanicus]

you can skip this wall of text its just about the scam this illustration was involved in.

This fairly ordinary illustration of two hands holding was involved in a very weird and convoluted scam. Last month I was commission to illustrate this image for invitations meant to go out for a supposed wedding anniversary coming up in March. The whole commission seemed odd to me I mainly draw dinosaurs and aliens. Not many people know I also draw people but the buyer who called himself Petterson Reid was offering to pay 300 up front and 200 after the work was finished. A nice offer for what was a very simple illustration. I took the job and sent him a very rough sketch of the hands to show him what the final image might look like. He liked the sketch and told me to finish the image after he sent the first payment I went ahead and finished the image that night. I held onto the picture to see if he would really send the 300 dollars first. The buyer wanted to send a check by mail which is weird but I thought he might have been a boomer who didn't understand how to use PayPal. His emails and text seemed like something my grandmother would write very proper and overly polite. I was fairly suspicious of him and waited to see if a check would actually be delivered. To my surprise a check did arrive a week later from Petterson Reid except it was for 2,790 dollars. knowing this was far too much money I asked him if it was a mistake. He said the extra money was for a PayPal invoice to the printers involved in the invitations. He wanted me to use the extra money on the check to pay the printers on his behalf. Again very weird but I chalked it up to an old person who didn't know how to pay online. I cashed the check the next day, since it was from an out of state bank they were putting it on hold for 3 days to see if the funds would clear. I told the buyer about the three day waiting period and asked for the invoice I was suppose to be paying and he went absolutely ape shit. He claimed I was trying to steal his money and was threatening to pursue legal action I was completely shocked by the change in attitude. I had to mute my phone because he kept sending wave after wave of threatening texts. At this point I was 90% sure this was some sort of scam but when I called the bank they said there was nothing to do until the hold expired. I was confident it wouldn't then to my surprise the check cleared and the money was in my account. At this point I had the finished artwork and the money so I wanted to get this crazy asshole on his way so I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I told him to send the invoice for the printer and I would pay it with the money on the check then I would send the picture and our business would be done. This prick sends some half assed looking invoice with a payable link on PayPal. When I try to pay, it says payment will be held till Feb 7th. Apparently this date is too late for the printers so now that processing payment has been canceled by the printer in favor of a new payment process through Zelle. I was trying to figure out what was going on, if its a scam what is the take the entirety of the check was still in my account it didn't even say it was pending. I go to pay on Zelle and discover the 2,790 dollars has been rescinded by the bank. I call and learn this ass hair had sent a forged check to the bank in an effort to have me pay these fake invoices with my own money. He guessed the bank would deposit the check without fully vetting it for the standard 10 days since I'm a long time member. He knew he had until about five a clock that day before the bank would catch the discrepancy. He was posing as the printer in order to scam 4,740 dollars from me through both attempted payment methods. luckily for me I'm broke as hell right now and didn't have the money in my own account to cover either payment with out the check. everything has been taken care of now I just thought I better share this story since I've never seen a scam like this before. It took an entire month for him to essentially get nothing I really don't know what to think of any of this its such a weird scheme.

#my art #illustration #hands #sketch

[bloodblanks]

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[itsscromp]

Could I ask for Miles with a reader who admires his art and wants lessons :3

Miles morales x reader

This has to be the coolest miles idea I have ever received, Miles and Y/n would be the dream team !!. Word count:592

You were the newest student at Brooklyn Visions Academy, Enrolled for your passion in the arts. To say you were nervous was the biggest understatement of your life. It was like everyone ticked in they're natural subject of choice, Almost you practically didn't belong.

But when you entered your art class, Your eyes trained on the notepad of a young man, Wow this looked amazing. He had a free seat next to him so you took the opportunity.

"Wow that looks good" You said softly and shyly.

"Thanks, dude, Say... you're new here right ??" He asked curiously.

All you could do was nod and look at the desk shyly. Before he playfully nudged you with his arm.

"Hey, it's ok man. I was like that when I first came here, It was nuts. I struggled to find my first class of the day almost all the time." He chuckled.

"What's your name anyway ??" He asked.

"Y/n L/n"

"I'm Miles Morales." He stuck his hand out and you shook it in return.

The two growing closer every single day, Sharing their new projects every single time. You and Miles combined your amazing artistic skills to create the best artwork you both possibly could've imagined.

"Hey, y/n I got an idea !!" Miles said excitedly.

"What's up ??" You looked up from your notepad.

"The assignment that we gotta work on for our finals, I got the best one yet !!" He smiled and pulled out some spray paint cans. You knew that whatever this idea was, It was gonna be amazing.

The two then went to a location that Miles has scouted and got permission to spray paint on and gave some cans to you.

"OK, So I had this idea where we combined the sketch that we did last week and then visually enhance it."

"A very good idea, But then i thought we do this"

You then began to draw on the sketchbook and combined the two ideas, but then finally adding the final touch.

"How about this ??"

"This is absolutely perfect y/n, This should get us A's for sure, Come on lets get too work."

You nodded and then began the work, It was all coming together amazingly and perfectly, But the two never forgot to have some fun in between it. Like when you "Accidentally" Sprayed his jeans.

"Oh y/n, Those were my favourite jeans !!"

"What ?? My hand slipped" You smirked and went back to it.

Miles smirked back and then snuck up behind you and then painted the back of your shirt.

"What the hell miles ??" You scoffed playfully.

"Tit for a tat they call it" He smirked devilishly and ruffled your head.

And then after about 4.5 hours, It was finished, It was perfect. The way your ideas and creative flows just combined and shine brightly.

"This is amazing miles, I love it" You smiled so brightly.

You then set up your phone camera and activate a timer, Rushing back and wrapping an arm around miles, Both smiling so brightly at the proud work that you have done. You actually did end up getting A's on your report cards.

"Look at us, New York's next Picasso" You fist-pumped the air.

"I could say Banksy but yet again we revealed our identity so that's out of the bag" He chuckled.

"This was the best thing I've ever done miles, I'm really glad I complimented your art" You smiled, Incredibly grateful for the friendship you built with him.

"Me too y/n, Me too"

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #insomniac games miles morales #miles morales x reader #Spider-Man #Spider-man x reader

[ne0nwithazero]

You've mentioned repeatedly that Host is the one who unintentionally paralyzed Mike, but I couldn't find anything about that incident.

What actually happened? I know a lot of stuff in the story has been reworked but that point still nags at me even if it's not part of the au anymore.

Aaa yeah I need to figure out a proper way to organize where I keep my lore. Stuff is all over the place and I'm constantly adjusting things to the point where I still get people asking if Tenna is canon or not lol 😭😭😭

Info of the incident (Or I guess Art) is buried on one of my Twitter art threads since it's rather old artwork by now, it was an old unfinished sketch comic with really off-model art and dialogue </3 You can see it here but I decided to rewrite it below

That part of their backstory still remains relatively untouched, I just have a hard time figuring out how to implement it naturally into the story as it's something that only Mike and Host know about and not something you can easily get either of them to talk about. It is rather traumatic for both of them </3

But yes, the incident is tied to Host's secret bossification and how they lost their voice and met Mike.

This backstory hasn't been properly adjusted to account for the "Mike and Host are dark world leaders" lore update, but I imagine there wasn't a leader *yet* and they got into that position later when there came a need for it.

Essentially Host has always been on their own, as a darkner, they have a defective screen (Which is why Tenna has visible eyes and Host doesn't), and their blank static was regarded as a disability and made it difficult to have them be taken seriously in any form.

Even before losing their voice, Host still struggled to communicate and make themselves heard, and this type of isolation and lack of purpose, all made Host particularly vulnerable to a certain lightner who spoke in hands.

Serving lightners is a darkner's purpose, and Host craved that sense of direction, but never had one directly spoken to them. They felt him telepathically speak to them, and clearly, this was no ordinary lightner either.

This one had been lost in a strange place. His essence shattered through time and space, in a limbo between light and dark worlds.

And somehow, through their TV signal, Host was the only one capable of hearing him, and they were the only one capable of helping him.

And all that Host needed to do is open their mind and seek out those lost pieces of him.

With their isolation, solely guided by a need for a purpose, Host became blind to the red flags hidden in their interactions with this mysterious lightner. The lightner couldn't exist outside of his void and Host was the only one he could speak to. Host had a presence. Host had a physical body. Host had a voice. They could help this lightner return home.

But to open their mind, Host had to do more than stare into the void, they had to look beyond it, to leave themself behind, to channel the void, and to become the lightner's host and guide them back home.

Had their name always been Host? Their memories were becoming fuzzier by the day. The lightner never called them by their name, only a "host", the "host", like an experiment. Like a labrat you don't name to avoid attachment. What an honour to be in such a divine position. What an honour to have such a bond with a lightner.

But Host couldn't do it. No matter what they did, they never could figure out how to "open their mind" like the Lightner wanted. They were defective, and their screen couldn't display images, how could they see what he wanted them to see? How could they find those pieces of him when their mind was stuck in one place? He spoke of other dark worlds beyond the Cable, but Host only saw their own.

As an experiment, the lightner decided that he was going to aid them in this. He was going to make them see. Host was finally going to be able to unlock their full potential.

But Host underestimated the lightner's power over them. Like a painful shock going through their whole body and mind, Host saw it all, every dark world, every moment, everything happening everywhere all at once, bombarding their mind, shattering their reality, and as the visions became more and more overwhelming, Host's cries in pain turned into screams.

Visions and pain so overwhelming that cries did little to ease the pain. A cathode's scream is a powerful sight to behold, but Host was far too preoccupied to realize the shockwaves that their voice released. Their voice became garbled and corrupted by the strain, as any recognizable sound corrupted into a mess of crushed static and noise.

(There is this very old abandoned animation I made a while back meant to capture that moment, I figure visuals could help more??? I want to properly remake and finish this video eventually)

Meanwhile, elsewhere, was Mike, a nobody Microphone, all by himself which was uncommon for a darkner of his type, and unlucky to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Sensing the shockwave nearby, he tried to flee, but his short legs couldn't get him out of its range in time, and his fragile circuits couldn't handle the overwhelming electric shock, coming from an unknown scream of someone he couldn't see.

He felt it all over his body, the same overwhelming pain, causing him to collapse on the ground until the screaming subsided.

Regaining his senses, after what felt like hours, Mike was met with a chilling realization. He couldn't move. His body failed to respond to him. Further cursing his luck was that there was no other darkner in sight (Not that they'd bother helping something as lowly as a Microphone of all things), it slowly dawned on him that no one was coming for him. He was completely paralyzed, and if someone were to show up to hurt him, he'd have no way to escape.

Struggling to move in a body that did not respond to him, he tensed up when he heard the sound of someone slowly stumbling their way out of a dark alleyway. The tall figure meekly clinging on to the wall, and Mike quickly recognized the head shape as being one of a TV. Of course a TV did this.

In his anger, struggling to move his body, he yelled out to them. Larger darkners than him rarely to ever had good intentions, and if this TV was looking to pick on him, then he wasn't going down without a fight.

Host had been in a trance, but hearing the loud microphone's voice crying out insults in their direction, snapped them out of it, his voice louder than the visions in their mind.

And as Host saw the smaller darkner paralyzed on the floor, they quickly rushed to his aid, sparks of electricity still crawled through his body, and despite his protests over Host picking him in concern, the TV didn't budge, breathing heavily and beginning to weep.

A sound meekly tried to leave their mouth, like a weak pained croak attempting to replicate what was once a voice. Mike could have sworn it was an... apology?

He was shaken by this, and quickly realized that whatever had happened to him was tame compared to what the larger darkner was going through. Their panic, their sobbing, whatever it was that was capable of leaving a TV darkner like them in such a state had to be out of this world.

Whatever had broken them, had broken him too, and through their pain and cries, the TV kept attempting to apologize, their voice wheezing in pain, as each glitch caused them to strain themself further.

But Mike was far too shaken by what was out there that could terrify someone this much. What was out there that was so powerful that paralyzing him was nothing but collateral damage.

In their mind, Host heard the lightner telling them to take the smaller darkner with them. A paralyzed mic couldn't run away. He could be useful.

But Host only barely heard what he was telling them. Instead, focusing on Mike who tried his best to calm them down, the way someone so hurt by what Host did still showed more compassion than they had ever been given by anyone else. The lightner's words triggered a strange feeling in them. Taking the mic? Him not running away? That wording made them want to protect him. But why? The lightner was good, wasn't he?

"We can find who did this!" Host saw the small microphone speaking as his limp body still twitched with leftover sparks of electricity "I... I can't move, b-but... I can be your voice..."

Host sniffed, tears still streaming down the sides of their screen.

And I can be your body, they said wordlessly.

#Jay Asks #aniverous #mike #host #gaster #giving a short response vs writing a quick fic /spins wheel #this is still too short for my tastes but I feel like I wouldn't be able to fully capture most of the context with a regular response idk h #My Art #My Writing #Song at the end is from M&H's playlist and I kind of always associate it with their first meeting... #Writing this is making me want to redraw that old sketch comic.... #It's a quick draft so sorry if some wording is weird ngfjkdng

[ask-richard-jackdaw]

Dearest Richard,

I’ve finally built up the courage to send you an owl. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and have to say you are truly fascinating! You are certainly one of the most beautiful spirits I have ever seen, so I decided to capture your beauty in my art. It was a little difficult to create, I must say! At one point you had floated through a wall while I was trying to sketch you! It was actually very cute but I had to wait to see you again to finish my piece. You are one busy ghost! Hopefully one day I’ll have the courage to approach you and request some alone time where I can properly capture your radiance. I won’t have to be the phantom painter anymore and it will give me a chance to get to know you better and improve on my work. I hope you like what I have created for you, I tried my best.

Yours truly,

Evangeline.❤️

My wonderful courageous Evangeline,

I am genuinely delighted to get your letter and proud of your bravery! I must assure you that you can freely send me letters at any time, I do not bite. Of course, unless you find my attempts at doing so funny, in which case I would gladly do anything to bring a smile to your face.

*Richard blushes a silvery ghostly blush at being called a beautiful spirit. Sure, he knows he's handsome, but it is one thing playing into it in a moment of flirting, and another — receiving compliments like that through personal correspondence when nobody is to witness his reactions. He is not sure how to respond to this so he moves onto the topic.*

Ah, I remember you now, trying to sketch me! I believe that at the moment you've mentioned I happened to catch a glimpse of Professor Binns flowing down the corridor. I just had to make my escape to avoid coming up with reasons as to why I haven't submitted some long overdue essay yet. Looking at your artwork now — you are incredibly talented. Are you taking Art as one of your extra-curricular subjects at Hogwarts? Perhaps I should float by sometime and see what you are up to! Thank you for sharing this with me, I will truly cherish it 🤍

I hope to see you around more often, be it in an art class or (if you do not wish to share me with the others) during our private meetings. I have all the time in the world, helping you with improving your skills is the least I can do after receiving such a gift. I hope your courage finds you more often than Professor Binns finds me!

With all my ghostly heart,

Richard Jackdaw

#Richard Jackdaw #Hogwarts Legacy rp #Hogwarts Legacy #asks #Evangeline #imaslytherpuff

[enassbraid]

Could you do Rui with a s/o that’s personality is like ena? (from nightcord) so like not Ena herself but the s/o is similar to her personality wise if that’s ok !

All Life is Ridiculously Pretty

Hi anon:] of course it’s ok! hope you like it

Rui with a reader similar to Ena Shinonome

Reader seeks validation (did u guys read on this blank canvas i paint… it’s one of the best event stories frfr), Akito is a shithead, brief mentions of both reader and Rui overworking

How you and Rui met was… odd. It was at school but much later in the day. Him and Tsukasa were cleaning up one of his messes, and saw you, Ena, Toya and Akito.

Of course, Tsukasa had to join the group no matter how out of place he was. So Rui followed suit. And that’s when…

“I don’t want these two weirdos around my sister, they’re just going to make her weirder.”

“If you’re going to insult Ena you might as well insult me as well, there’s not much of a difference.” Oh?

Rui liked how straightforward you were with your words. He found himself chuckling at the conversation much to Akito’s annoyance.

“Face it Akito, you are what you hang out with! So that means you’re just as weird as the rest of us here. Sorry, Toya.”

Ena started laughing like a maniac when Akito stormed off with Toya, thanking you for putting her little brother in his place before heading to her night classes. Rui found your antics entertaining, you were so straightforward with your words and didn’t hold back, it felt refreshing.

“I don’t believe we’ve met before… who might you be?”

“F/N, F/N L/N. And I believe you’re Rui Kamishiro? I’ve heard about you from Akito and Mizuki. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

And that’s how it all started.

Tsukasa teases Rui about his crush often. He’ll call you over mid conversation with Rui just to see how he reacts. But he’s actually very smooth about it, carrying on a conversation with Tsukasa now including you very well and asking for your input.

When you tell Rui you do a lot of art, he starts asking for tips that can make his sketches of future projects look better. You’re slightly caught off guard that he immediately assumes you know so much, but appreciate it none the less.

Rui is always complimenting your art, even if it’s just a little doodle in class, he’s still telling you it looks perfect. You try to hide your embarrassment which barely works. His praise feels more important than other’s praise to you, so you try your best to make him notice any doodles you do in school or completed artwork.

You two also bond over how easily you can get absorbed in your work. Rui, who absorbs himself in all his robotic projects and you who absorbs yourself in your art. Both of you laugh at how much time passes without realizing once it’s finished. But in that same conversation, you remind each other it’s still important to take care of yourselves.

“As lovely as your art is, you’re needs should come first. Maybe next time you can set a timer to take a break?”

This is also how he finds out about your crave for attention and praise. You tell him that “breaks aren’t needed, but perfection is or else no one will notice.” He grows concerned by this, and promises that no matter how it looks he’ll be there to support your work.

That day you go home with a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. ‘Even if it’s not perfect, he’ll still like it?’

After that conversation, you both came to realize how you really feel about each other. Rui wouldn’t simply always praise his other friends all the time for no reason, but he does with you. So why? Oh

You wouldn’t seek everyone’s opinion immediately after anything you do, Rui is always the first one you go to before anyone else. You weren’t like this before to anyone else, why now? Oh.

It took awhile, but you both realized!

You try to be subtle in your hints, lightly brushing your hand against his when you’re walking to the next class or slightly leaning towards him in a group setting. Rui however, is not subtle at all.

The hand brushes? He’s just going to take your hand in his. The leaning? He’s already putting his arm around you. And this guy keeps a straight face the whole time while you’re trying your hardest not to go red. It’s like a competition, who can make the other burst first?

On one of the days you’re both feeling bold, you’re practically glued to his side as he keeps an arm around your shoulder. Akito, Tsukasa, Mizuki, and An are all in the group as well while this is happening. And..

“So Rui, F/N, how long have you two been dating now?”

Mizuki’s question is what makes you both burst into red. Do you really look like you’re dating?

“Oh yeah, I’ve been wondering as well! You two just one day started holding hands and I kept forgetting to ask.”

Both you and Rui look at each other trying to think of what to say. Does this count as dating even if neither of you made it official?

“We’ve been together for a few weeks.” / “We aren’t dating.”

“…”

Did he really just say that? To everyone? You did not agree to this answer! Now what do you say? No matter what it’s going to make this a lot more awkward. You felt Rui staring at you as Akito cackled, getting the wrong idea that Rui just got rejected. Which of course, Rui knew this wasn’t true.

Rui swiftly leaned down to kiss you- right on the lips- which made everyone shocked, even Rui.

“Well it’s a mutual agreement now, yes? Akito, is it still laughing worthy?��

This feels so rushed I’m so srry but nywayssss… 22k crystals saved for Akito’s banner on Friday😮 skrunkly is getting dragged home by the bleached strand in his hair and I will spark him if I must

#project sekai #project sekai x reader #prsk #pjsk #pjsekai #rui kamishiro #rui kamishiro x reader #ena shinonome #ena #rui #akito shinonome #akito #rui kamishiro fluff #rui fluff #colorful stage #mizuki akiyama #mizuki #dor writes

[oceanbluedevil]

Hi, welcome or welcome back to my blog!

I'm OceanBlueDevil or Ocean.

This is my main blog. I usually only post fully coloured artworks or sculptures here.

You can expect stuff for many fandoms, but also some original works!

About me:

You can call me Ocean or Blue!

Pronouns are they/them, but I'm also OK with he/him.

I'm neurodivergent.

I'm a self-taught hobby artist, I have no professional experience. Some of my anatomy, perspective or colour choices might be off, so constructive criticism is always appreciated.

English is not my first language, so feel free to correct errors in my writing!

I have some side-blogs that may interest you:

@sketchbook-full-of-cobwebs

I use this blog to post stuff I don't want on other blogs, such as unfinished sketches, pieces without shading or random photography.

@ocean-reblogs

Self-explanatory. I use this blog to reblog things that interest me to keep other blogs organised!

@thewastelandwarrior

A blog just for Sky: Children of the light stuff.

I will probably post a bunch for this fandom, including little doodles, but uploads depend heavily on my current interests, so they'll be infrequent.

Currently on hiatus.

My interests and stuff you may get posts about currently include:

Dragons or Creature-design in general

Worldbuilding

Sky: Children of the light

Baldur's Gate 3

Hollow Knight

Rainworld

Naruto

As my interests vary a lot and I don't draw for all of them, the topics of my main blog will vary as well, so please don't be disappointed if I don't post about your topic of interest a lot.

I also need to learn for my finals, so I have less time for art at the moment.

DNI:

Anyone LGBTQIA+ phobic

Racists

MAPs (the weird ones, not multi animator projects, those are welcome)

People who hate on others because they're "cringe" (I believe cringe is dead)

AI "artists" (I think it's ok for inspo, but don't call it art. If any actual, human artists think using AI is never ok, please tell me! I'm more than willing to listen to your reasons!)

Also: If you are an artist, looking for mutuals and aren't bothered by poor communication skills ( I'm neurodivergent and nervous around new people, but enjoy making new friends!) and partially incorrect English ( English is my second language), feel free to message me!

I enjoy meeting new people!

[Intro last updated: 20.03.2024]

#blog intro #intro post #introduction

[askfallenroyalty]

since the epilogue is close to ending, here's some sketches of wip designs

this is very rambly so i'll add ID descriptions later, sorry. (its 4am for me rn)

Frisk looks too older, they've only aged 2 years. both chara and asriel's designs here are SO beta and non refined. I think this was drawn even before Flowey came out -I wasn't sure how much of the trans aspect was going to come into play. I initially wanted the comic to end with Chara and Asriel reconciling after the Toriel-Asriel Airplane Call scene, but realized that there was too much unsaid between the two that needed to be hashed out and the epilogue had enough to cover already.

It was going to be a last minute "oh btw, since coming home Asriel is trans now, deal with it" but THANK GOD i didn't just sneak it in like that and explored the topic in the comic instead.

I forgot where this artwork was saved so I tried to draw it back from memory a few months later:

Chara's form was starting to come together -i assume this was around the time that Chara got their boss monster form in the comic itself. I like that Frisk has a Bi flag shirt here -I should of gone with that! The cheeks are more square but ultimately I thought age 15 wouldn't allow for that much of a change. so yeah, this is what an adult frisk would look instead.

oh! for funsis: did you know i was originally going to have the other fallen humans be skeletons instead of different monsters?

I thought it was too similar to insanelyadd's skeleton fallen kids. I actually am friends with Addy now, but then I had to message and be like "🥺is it ok if i also do this i swear i'm not copying" to which they were chill about. ultmatly i felt the designs were to Sans-like and didn't allow for much creativity. (also why tf does Hol have green instead of cyan colors what was wrong with my computer or me in 2018 lmao

I always wanted to show the kids age and progress throughout the comic. oh my god the hair is SO anime here ouch! anyway I wanted Chara to really lean into the "prim and proper" role they give themself. I thought it was so cool to have them cut their hair short in the back and have long hair in the front. (wait. wait, thats what Chara does now in the epilogue. huh.)

honestly??? i like "pissed off librarian" vibes this frisk has here. Also weird to see my Frisk without an afro!

sadly no beta adult asriel designs. no idea why i never drew any then.

Here's me figuring out how Chara should have a monster form -here's proto boss monster chara, as you can see i planned out the red hair aspect early on enough that this was before the timeskip happened.

um. anyway, pre-epilogue concept sketches. I think Raine had bird wings at this stage?? dang wild. Don't ask why Franky looks like a new yorker paper boy. Hol looks too much like a raggedy ann which is funny. Ursus... well, they probably won't look much different.

Hol eye concept art. done before they were revealed in the comic itself. ..........less said about this the better

And lastly, chara's boss monster design drawn right before they showed up. First one drawn <- left to right <- You can see I wanted Chara to have a hippy/punk design, but realized like, that jacket was going to be a binch to draw over and over. so i simplified it, and then was like, "ok this is TOO plain, i need SOME detail" and got very close to the final version.

alright since I know some people like color ref sheets, here

Continue Arc full cast. Was SUPER annoying to scroll thru to find the right character lmao

hol's prequel story color ref -actually changed the Berry's hair color last minute and never got around to updating the color sheet. was very annoying to hand-color pick from a previous page instead of using the ref :/ smh @/ me

Baker's Trouble.

OLDIE. From the Start Again? and Christmas sections of the tumblr version. God. Hol is so small. Asriel looks like a mess. Good lord.

Cancelled Christmas Arc. Chara was supposed to meet up with Asriel on a boat offshore of Monsterland for Christmas, but turns out Asriel was using Chara as publicity. Except... not fully. He did want to meet up with Chara, but they get the wrong impression that Asriel was only doing this for image's sake. It'd explore how the public views Chara as an idolized figure and how Frisk plays into that too.

Anyway the story was too ambitious and I should of started this on December 1st instead of days before Christmas. Plus, I wasn't happy with how I started it and the vibes were off. I might have this as a side story in the redraw but idk

Back to the Epilogue. I changed Asriel's dress just a little bit to improve the body shape silhouette (the dress is so plane its like she's wearing a towel! gah! I should have added SOME flair to that dress dang it!) anyway the dress is more... swooshy? swirly? and the teal ties up to the neck which works nicely with the heart locket and bow combo. Actually. Shit. Why didn't I just put the locket OVER the bow i'm so stupid that'd be so much easier-

If I could redo it, I'd make some changes...

now here's the cousin and sib groups here. Flowey is actually a little TOO big and not up to scale which is funny hehe (also more blocky looking??? weird) In the Redraw version I'm modifying Raine's dress to have a sash and other details, this thing is TOO plain. Franky's Mad Scientist like outfit could of just been an actual labcoat and ideally, the fact that Franky wasn't at the party could of foreshadowed that they knew it was going to be reloaded.

(...Which, actually, Chara's surprise was a surprise for me as well. That was a impulsive idea that came to me when we were getting very close to meeting with Chara again. Thus I couldn't foreshadow it. Redraw WILL have better foreshadowing U_U;)

ACTUALLY SCREW IT for the remainder of the epilogue, i made some changes I wanted to add detail and change some designs a tad -mainly to make the designs more distinct from each other and for story continuity. (AKA: Asriel and Papyrus are supposed to be the only "red scarf" wearers. Asriel's bowtie is knitted like a scarf. previously, hol and yun had red bows which made this match up less distinct. mew Mew's design was a little too similar to Sans' and Alphys and needed some changes.)

anyway i think thats all i can share now! thanks for reading and hope you guys keep following the redraw. I really really want a completed version of this story that's not missing holes. i want AFR to be complete and well, even with the epilogue ending, it won't be "done" for a long while. But thank you guys, it's been a journey!

If you hadn't guessed, I might be finishing the epilogue today (tomorrow for me, cause i'm going to bed in a few minutes). Depends on how much I manage to draw today, but yeah. Chara is going to the party, we'll get to say hi, close some loose ends and come to end. worst case scenario, i'll have to do a little comic to tie it off (like I did with the main storyline's ending) at a later date and this will be the end of the ask-able portion of the epilogue.

#redraw #meta #ooc #afr

[whatyourusherthinks]

Late Night With The Devil Review

I didn't know anything this movie. It randomly arrived in theater with no fanfare, trailers, not even a poster. It is going away really fast too. Turns out the horror streaming service Shudder put it out for a limited time in theaters before making it exclusive online. The only other thing I knew about the movie was that they use AI art in part of the movie. I will get to that.

What's The Movie About?

The movie is essentially a found footage of the final episode of a fictional late night sketch show as well as behind the scenes footage detailing what went down to make it the final episode.

What I Like.

To start with, I liked all the characters. Most of them are selfish or jerks, but I still empathized with a good chunk, liked their motivations, and was invested with their role in the plot. A highlight for me was the stage magician skeptic character, if someone makes me play Call of Cthulhu ever again I want to play that guy. I quite like the set up and staging of the story, it built tension wonderfully. I also really liked the back drop of seventies cultural revolution, and more specifically, the satanic panic. It does telegraph some of the reveals but there isn't a huge mystery to the story so I didn't mind.

But my favorite thing is thus: Late Night With the Devil is an analogue horror story higher budget. (Or at least a higher budget than the typical YouTube videos that employ this style of horror.) What that means is that the movie emulates older forms of media, complete with glitched visuals and audio, and the movie uses it to find a subtler narrative underneath the upfront story. I really like analogue horror when it is done well. It can create some of the most disturbing ideas and presentations in horror. Some analogue horror can be too vague, where it's just weird shit with no context because the creators figure the fans will piece together anything and that justifies them barely writing a story. It works best when there is a complete narrative with creepier hints sprinkled throughout that imply a darker story. Which is what Late Night With The Devil does. I will say the secondary story might be a bit too obvious, I picked it up on my first time watching and most people I talked to figured it out as well. But I vastly prefer that to seemingly random bullshit that we'll just let the internet figure out what it means.

What I Didn't Like.

Three things. One, there is a coda at the beginning of the movie setting up the movie itself as lost footage being shown as the movie you are watching. But there is no coda at the end. The movie just kinda stops after the finale. It just feels like a loose end that could have easily been tied, and hell, even set up a sequel or connected movie. I'd watch more of these kinds of movies.

Two, while the gore effects are good, the rest are not. Honestly, they are so bad it takes away from the horror of the movie. There was only one scene I thought was scary, and it was because of those great gore effects. But there is a part where a character vomits themselves to death and I wasn't scared at all because of the clearly fake puke.

And three, the AI art. Here we fucking go. When I first heard about it, I assumed it was abstract art. So I just rolled my eyes and said "You really couldn't just splash some paint on a poster board and film it or something? Hell, give a production member's toddler 5 bucks to scribble all over some paper." But watching the movie, the AI artwork is actually supposed to resemble objects, such as a television, owl, and skeleton. Imagine me rubbing my face with both hands when I say Jesus H Fucking Christ. To start with, it looks bad. AI art does not do details properly at all, giving it any amount of scrutiny reveals how bad it is. Also, you couldn't just take ten minutes in photoshop to put an owl on an old tv? Pay a fucking artist to make art, don't use AI! It's objectively not that bad of an addition to the movie, but we can give no quarter on this issue. The moment that corporations replacing job with AI becomes normalized is the moment that we lose.

Final Summation.

I thought Late Night With The Devil was incredibly interesting and quite good. I wasn't being facetious when I said I would watch more of these kinds of movies. Analogue horror is a extremely fun method of story telling, if you do it right. And I think this particular setting could be expanded in quite a number of directions. Or if the Shudder studios want to keep making this kind of horror with different ideas, I would be down for that as well.

#Late Night With The Devil #Recommended Movies

[twiceasfrustrating]

Hello.

May I request Rook ? Thank you.

- 🪰

Rating: General Audiences  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Twisted Wonderland  Relationships: Epel Felmier & Rook Hunt & Vil Schoenheit Characters: Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit Additional Tags: fluff Summary: Pomefiore takes a trip to a museum to appreciate some fine art. Epel, however, doesn't understand how this stuff can be considered "art". Rook decides to do his thing and praise the understated beauty to help Epel understand. A/N: You gave me too much freedom, Mi Love. Now you get two gay dads trying to raise their problem child to appreciate artwork. Also, I know you speak French and that makes me fear what you will think as you read this hot mess. lol

"C'est magnifique, non?"

"I haven't the foggiest idea what you just said, but it sure is… something." Epel shook his head, unsure of what exactly to say about the work of art – if you could really call it that – in front of him.

"Something it indeed is," Rook gushed in his usual manner that both overwhelmed Epel and made him slightly uncomfortable. "Such vibrant colors conveying the range of human emotions in such a concise and elegant form. It truly makes one feel humbled."

"It's a buncha squares."

There was no other way to describe what Epel was seeing other than that. It was a single canvas with a small yellow square inside of a black square of nearly the same size inside of a larger white square inside of a red square that filled the entire outer edge.

Epel looked at the piece of art in confuzzlement. "I was making the same thing with a box of crayons when I was a sprout."

"Your scribbles weren't valued in the millions." Vil finally interjected, tired of listening to Rook trying to educate a stubborn child who refused to hear the actual praise.

Vil wore his blonde hair back in a messy bun. His eyes were covered by slim framed sunglasses that obscured his eyes and there was a flora silk scarf around his neck to try and hide some of his other recognizable features from public view. Although, it was hard not to recognize his distinct frame and build even under his attempt to obfuscate it under clothing.

A slight frown crossed Epel’s face. "I'm just saying it doesn't take that much talent to make some squares. It ain- isn't the same as those other pictures with all the details."

"They're called landscapes," Vil informed him, "and they are quite beautiful and require a keen eye to make."

"Mais cela a sa propre beauté!" Rook beamed. "One can appreciate the fine work that goes into capturing the experience of the human eye and the grandiosity of such a sight; there is a reason humans never grow tired of seeing the sun rise and set. This price is beautiful in its own way though.

"It captures what the eyes cannot. It tries to materialize the emotions of man into a single, finite, unchanging image. It tells an incroyable story with only one shape and four colors. There are no brush strokes to give away that it was made by hand, the squares are perfectly centered, it was made without any sketching or planning on the canvas. It's as if it was made by something otherworldly, but we know that's not possible because the artist's name is attached to the piece. We know that un beastman made this with only their hands. Does that dissonance not stir something inside of you, Monsieur Pommette?"

Epel stared at Rook with concern.

Vil stood back and listened to Rook's analysis of the piece until the end before he spoke. "It's not wrong to appreciate a landscape. They are a classic form of art and require an eye for fine detail. It's also not wrong to say that a work of art isn't meant for you. However," Vil snapped, "I will not allow the skill, practice, and hard work that goes into creating artwork like this as well. The artist is not less talented and puts in no less effort than any other and such efforts should be recognized even when we do not like the end results."

"Ah, Roi du Poison, I knew you would understand." Rook smiled from ear to ear. "Do you see the beauty in this artwork now, Monsieur Pommette?"

"Suuuure," Epel said hesitantly. 

Then he went quiet.

He didn't understand what either of them was saying, but he also didn't want to hear them lecture him any more than necessary – which was not at all. All he wanted was to get through this strange experience as quickly as possible.

#twst fanfic #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfic #epel felmier #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #mine #twst fluff #fluff

[fainthedcherry]

7.3.24 there was a deadline for a DTIYS my IRL friend, kobra_the_artist , hosted back around February!! I had like...3 days to finish the sketch I started back in February. It's...A pain being late to EVERYTHING with a deadline, but at least deadlines help me push finish a drawing, I otherwise would let rot in my WIP folder for almost a year (hell, some sketches are like 3 years old that are rotting in there now, that I'm self-aware about, yet still keep forgetting. ._." )

I don'ttt have too much to say on this one? Since it was a DTIYS, I recommend checking out the insta post simply, I'm not about to take my friend's artwork and cross-post it to somewhere else, I feel, that'd be scummy to do. :T SO LINK TO THE OG CONTEST POST! HUZZAH! plusssss, I think I yapped enough on my own insta post. :v

I just rlly wanted to draw Kobra, as I love her sona's design. I adore demon-anything, can u blame me LMAO. I need excuses to draw ppl's OCs willingly and gladly more. It's so hard to motivate myself to draw something at all for people anymore AUUUUGH

Somehow I won 1st place??? Don't ask em HOW, as I found other people's entries much better than mine ngl, butttt I'll never understand, that my art is actually enjoyed by some people anyway, ngl. Even years later, I still sometimes feel, like I don't deserve to call myself an artist LMFAO

I also added a little funne below, we both wanted to draw for fun, once we were in a call just rambling and stuff. On the right, has been drawn by Kobra!! (You can open the green, first link above, to her insta itself! She doesn't have Tumblr. No one in my friend group does, but I love Tumblr tbh. :"))

You should try ceramic pans. They are the best flavour. /lh

ANOTHER POST THERE IS! WHERE ART IS! I might post character concept-refs next. I'm running out of "good-looking things" to post, that won't make me look like a total amateur from the 2010s DA era. I've only uploaded these in my scraps on DA back then, so maybe you'll get weekly posts, as I draw concept refs basically weekly, to keep my chara-base up to date for comms and art exchange!

I wanna do a DTIYS myself some day!! But maybe in 4 years, where I dream of having paid off all my art-debt finally I've been working so hard to pay off on lately...

#artwork #my art #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #character art #semi realistic #dtiys #dtiyschallenge #dtiys entry #dtiysart #dtiys instagram #doodle #meme #art tag #drawing #fainthed cherry #fainthed #o0fainthedcherry0o #o0cherrypie0o #Fainthed-Cherry #sonic oc #sona #sonas #sona sketch #sona art #oc stuff #ocs

[m39]

Doom WADs’ Roulette (2008): Chex Quest 3

Well, folks... This is it... This is the reason why I reviewed both Chex Quest 1 and 2 before tackling this one.

After over a decade since the last Chex Quest game, people thought there was no Chex Quest 3...

They were proven wrong.

G8: Chex Quest 3

Main author(s): Charles Jacobi (Chukker)

Release date: 2008

Version(s) played: 1.4

Required port compatibility: ZDoom

Levels: 5 (E3M1-M5)

Out of the ashes of Digital Cafe comes the official Chex Quest 3, and sweeps out one of the Cacowards.

But first things first – how did this game come to fruition? Well, back in 2003, one of the WAD makers, Boingo the Clown, asked one of the Digital Café employees, Charles Jacobi, if the latter could do some artwork for the WAD project called Ultimate Chex Quest. Charles, after playing what was made of that WAD at the time, has resparked the interest in this franchise in himself. In late 2007, he showed a sketch of a new Flemoid that would later become one of the new enemies in Chex Quest 3, and people enjoyed it.

The lead artist of Digital Café eventually wanted to make a new episode instead of a new set of maps. And with the help of a couple more guys who worked in the same company + others, Chex Quest 3 was released in 2008.

it has been a decade since the invasion of Flemoids. Everything seems to be at peace. Unfortunately, those alien bastards want that damn, A+ quality food Federation has so they launch a complete invasion on the planet Ralston (that’s either the capital planet of the Federation, or probably where Chextropolis is, or maybe even both, I don’t know). Chex Warrior, while stationed at the central command station that’s overrun by Flemoids, jumps into the ship and flies to the planet, trying to save his people from these slime bastards one last time.

If you didn’t read my two previous reviews, I will be playing the GZDoom port of Chex Quest 3, simply for better performance.

Let’s take a look at this episode, and see the conclusion of Chex Quest.

When compared to the previous Chex Quest games, this one is on a whole other level. It’s a gigantic leap in quality. Sure, it’s mostly due to the fact that over a decade passed since the second game so the standards and/or experience in WAD making has increased, but take a look at the locations in this game. It’s not just one overall area like the base on a mining planet or metropolis with few landmarks; it feels like you are traveling all over the world and then some before even reaching the planet.

You start at a space station, then respectively land on a command base, use the metro system to get into the Italy-inspired town (with an orchard that you find upon reaching half of the map), and even visit a national park with a couple of log cabins; and it all ends with a mothership meteor that you get inside and teleport every last Flemoid out of it.

The music in CQ3 also peaked as well. Andrew Benon who created music for the previous games came back for the final time, now with help from Sabrina DiDuro, who made four tracks for this game. I feel like almost all of it sounds engaging and epic, with Chancer being the best one out of the last batch of tracks.

It’s not really worth talking much about the levels’ design. It’s basically similar to what was in the previous games, with some annoying backtracking and one section with a maze (this time at least you are looking for a key).

Here is also something that I didn’t mention in my last two reviews – all of the Chex Quest games don’t show you the amount of ammo to the rest of the guns that you don’t use at the moment. It gets kind of annoying that in order to actually see the ammo amount, you have to switch to another weapon. It might be a nitpick, but it’s frustrating for me.

Chex Quest 3 is harder than Chex Quest 2, there is no doubt. I wouldn’t call it hard per say, you can still finish it without saving or getting hit, but the chance for that is much smaller compared to the previous installments.

The only actual hard moment in this game is when you reach the motherbase meteor in the fourth map and you fight lost soul replacements. It’s more annoying than legitimately hard since you think you are done and you suddenly get rammed by another one of those buggers (and there are 37 of these on this map).

What this game has compared to the previous one is actual new enemies that are not just reskins of the old ones. And while Super Cycloptis, Flem Mine, and Lord Snotfolus are basically replacements for Cacos, the aforementioned lost souls, and the cyberdemon, Stridicus is a faster Pinky with 1.5 of its health, and Flembomination is a boss monster that constantly shoots a volley of two slime balls until it flinches.

While I do recommend trying the GZDoom version of this game, it makes the last map unplayable due to the bug that makes it so it doesn’t register the picked-up keys; both the new flemkeys, and the regular ones. Thankfully, the give keys command seems to work and allows you to finish this map. Like I said just a moment ago, it might be the effect of the GZDoom port since from some of the footage I saw, I don’t think it affects the original version.

Ignoring the key bug in the GZDoom port, Chex Quest 3 is a great conclusion to the trilogy, offering the hardest, and prettiest episode from the original developers.

As for the entire trilogy, Chex Quest as a whole is a lot of fun that starts relatively good, and it gets better as you go further with installments. Like I said in the past, CQ3 has all games in one WAD file, so you don’t have to check what the original versions were (although I won’t stop you from checking them out).

If you are interested in more of the stuff dedicated to Chex Quest, check some YouTube videos (especially the one from AVGN for the fun factor).

And that, folks, marks the end of the journey through the world of Chex Quest. I’ll see you next time.

#doom #chex quest #review #chex quest 3 #doom wads’ roulette #cacowards #2008 #top ten wads of the year

[sunshine304]

Here is my latest fanbinding project! The photo shows my personal copies and the authors’ gift copies! Now that the books have arrived, I can finally post about them here! :D

I’ve bound two fics each for @ziusik and @/traceyfic as they’re two of my favourite fic authors (links to the fics in notes). I went a bit overboard with this as I'd first only wanted to do one book each buuuut some unforeseen circumstances arose and so now there are four fics! XD

The typesetting was done over several months, on and off again. The actual binding part (from folding the sheets to the last step of gluing on the labels) I did in my two weeks off work in September. Good thing I’ve got lots of very heavy and oversized books to use as makeshift presses. XD

I will make two posts, one for each author, because otherwise this post will be forever long! So this one is for ziusik/vesna’s fics! (Here is the post with traceyfic/brooklinegirl’s fics.)

The typesetting for "Lead me on through” was done very early on, like, in May or something. I struggled with the actual book design for it, though, and finally settled on this blue/purple watercolour design which I though fit the main setting of Cloud Recesses and the marraige of Lan and Jiang quite well. The blue crane paper is chiyogami and has a slight shimmer to it.

I used Schirting (no idea what it’s called in English; it’s a very thin cloth) to strengthen the crease of the endpapers where they connect to the case. Chiyogami is very good quality paper, but it is only about 70g whereas endpapers should at least have 100g, better 120g. The Schirting helps to prevent tearing at this area.

I’ve included several illustrations in this book, like that official MDZS artwork of Wei Wuxian. The last two photos show illustrations by @/y_arrows on twitter, who did amazing art for this fic and was so wonderful to let me include it in the book!

“Trebuchet” was the fic where I’d had an immediate idea for the design. It’s got a chess theme so I wanted the design to reflect this.

I was very lucky to find these perfect Japanese papers (chiyogami + katazome) that fit my “vision” perfectly! The cover paper has a shimmer to it which I simply adore!

I had to search around a bit for the perfect title picture. I’d wanted a chess figure sketch but I couldn’t find anything that was free to use or where I could find the artist at all. So I settled on a photo, which I think turned out very nicely!

@steppjes​ was also the greatest and let me use their art as the perfect ending for this book! ♥

I’ve used coloured thread again as it’s what I have and it works nicely. I always try to match something, either the linen or the ribbon.

The title labels were traced with acrylic pens. The little chess piece is metallic gold. I tried printing the label with the red colour, but it didn’t “pop” as much so I decided on rather having a bright label with some little faults through writing than using a duller coloured completely printed label.

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#fanbinding #bookbinding #arts and crafts #the untamed #wangxian #my fanbinding #my posts

[justastrugglinghotchocolate]

On Felines and Friendships

Ao3 link here.

This is a Basil/Henry fic based off that cat drawing I did along with my love language post! Shoutout to my sibling for giving me the cat's name!

Also, it's lowkey a prequel to The Losing Game.

Lord Henry had originally assigned the adjective 'demure' to his flat-mate Basil Hallward. When they had met during their first year in Oxford, the man had been so very quiet, Henry had first thought he was mute. It wasn't until he laid eyes on one of Basil's paintings that he realized the other man was very loud indeed. Unlike those who raved and preached like Henry, Basil expressed himself in his artwork—every stroke of the brush laid bare a new idea. That was the day he had decided to meet him.

From there, they were fast friends, though Henry often frustrated the artist to no end with his 'philosophy'. Despite that, he had been very happy to accept Henry's offer of living together for the next school year.

Living with the man had taught Henry that Basil was anything, but demure. He may not have been outspoken, but he could match Henry in banter for hours—much longer than anyone else Henry spoke to—and when he truly wanted to do something, hell would have to freeze over to convince him otherwise.

The lord found this dichotomy fascinating and often pushed to see just how vast it was.

He discovered the answer when, during their final year in Oxford, Basil entered the flat with his arms wrapped around his coat and pressed against his chest. His coat was clearly covering something, but he tried to pass without alerting Henry, who was reading on the divan.

“What is that, Basil?” the lord called without looking up.

“What?” the artist tightened his hold.

“In your arms, what is that?”

“Oh, some supplies,” the artist smiled sweetly—as he always did whenever he needed to convince Henry not to do something.

The lord hummed, then stuck his foot out tripping the artist. Basil stumbled forwards and his coat fell to the floor revealing a furry black cat with one eye in his arms. It seemed to glare at Henry, who flinched back once he realized it was actually alive.

“Our building doesn't allow animals,” the lord said. The cat bared its fangs, seeming to understand.

“What animal are you referring to?” Basil asked, still smiling. The one-eyed cat snuggled into him, keeping its eyes trained on the lord. “This one here is hardly an animal. She's much more like a royal.”

“Basil.”

“Oh, but she is! I found her at a park last month and I've returned to sketch her ever since. I can show you and you'll see!” he pet the creature which began purring. Basil laughed, “Why, she always looks like she's brooding! I think I'll call her Hamlet.”

“It is a her.”

“Yes, but I think she'd like Hamlet. She's regal, in all black—”

“She seems like she'd murder someone,” Henry interrupted. The cat hissed. He hissed in return, “She's old and ugly.”

The artist gasped, “Harry! Don't be mean to her.”

“She doesn't even understand. She looks quite stupid.”

“Henry Wotton, I hope she scratches up that shirt you like so much,” Basil turned towards his bedroom. “I'll keep her in my room, you'll never even notice her, I promise.”

The cat stared at Henry until the door to Basil's room closed. The lord shook his head.

The moment that one-eyed cat stepped anywhere else besides the artist's room, she would be out.

Three months had passed and Hamlet was still in the flat. Not that Henry hadn't tried to kick the damned thing out, but she seemed to understand his intentions and took full advantage of Basil. Every time the lord so much as stepped in her direction, the black cat dashed to the artist, mewing in a way that the painter found adorable.

When Basil was out, she was out. Despite Henry's many attempts to keep it that way, she always returned, either with Basil or mysteriously appearing in the corner of his eye.

He hated the animal. And Hamlet felt the same way.

It was growing into a war between the pair, while Basil remained ever so oblivious. Henry had told him many times that the cat knew what she was doing; Basil responded by patting him on the head and saying he should take a break from writing his thesis. The cat would then rub her fur against the lord's leg, mocking him for trying to turn Basil against her.

Hamlet was a demon that Henry wanted nothing to do with, especially not when he had to work on his thesis. However, the one-eyed cat would come and sit right outside of the door of his room, making a very clear threat. He'd close the door on her and she'd sit outside of his window, watching him intently.

Henry hated that cat.

Basil however adored her. He let her sit on his lap as he read and pet her whenever she wanted.

“That thing is playing you for a fool, my dear Basil,” Henry told him.

“Hamlet is a cat, Harry, she doesn't know how to do that,” the painter cooed at the creature. “Aren't you the most perfect creature in the world? Indeed, you are.”

The cat mewled and settled in the artist's lap.

Henry shook his head, returning to his work.

“Have you nearly completed your thesis?” Basil asked.

“I will soon,” the lord sighed. “But I am missing a very important source.”

“Oh?”

“An old account from a philosopher. It was supposed to be in the library, but apparently it's gone missing. Most likely a fool didn't return it.”

“Perhaps another library has it?”

“Perhaps, I may not find it in time,” the lord sighed but smiled. “It will be a shame, I'm quite sure I could have elevated the original work.”

He moved to sit next to Basil, but Hamlet threw herself onto the open seat.

“Hamlet,” Basil laughed. “Come back here, you were so comfortable before!”

The cat did not move, instead staring intently at Henry.

“Hamlet, let Harry sit down,” Basil gently picked up the cat and petted her. She continued to watch the lord.

Henry sat down.

Hamlet threw herself onto him, hissing. Henry jolted, but the one-eyed cat had decided that she would stay. Basil tried coaxing her back, but she did not move, instead glaring at Henry.

“Perhaps, she's warming up to you?” the painter suggested.

“I doubt that greatly.”

She had left scratches on his pants.

The real trouble began when Basil had to leave for a three day trip to the countryside as part of an art study. Hamlet got more and more attached, seeming to understand that her favorite person was leaving. She followed him almost everywhere and waited until he returned whenever he left. She never let Henry so much as approach the artist.

Basil made a list of everything about the cat, from her moods to what she liked to eat and what Henry should do in certain situations.

“What I should do?” Henry shook his head. “If she's royalty, she'll take care of herself.”

“Harry, do this for me,” Basil pleaded, “Hamlet likes—well, she tolerates you.”

“I don't tolerate her,” the lord glared at the feline as she strolled inside. “One of these days, I will throw you out, you wretched thing.”

Hamlet growled at him.

“She'd like you if you didn't antagonize her,” Basil said, picking up the cat. Henry swore he treated the thing more like a child than a feline. Hamlet glared at him as if daring him to argue with her owner.

On the day of Basil's departure, the artist was a panicked mess, dashing around the flat and calling for Hamlet. She had gone missing in the night. He stopped and looked at Henry.

“No, Basil,” the lord said without looking at him, “I did not throw her out, I promise.”

“You never keep your promises,” the artist said. He sighed and placed his head in his hands, “Oh, where could she have gone?”

“Perhaps she returned to the park,” Henry said, searching for something in the bookshelf. “Regardless, you must not mourn her—she was an animal, she certainly didn't feel anything for you.”

“You are terrible at comfort,” the artist spat.

The lord shrugged in response, “You should hurry, you don't want to miss your train.”

“Harry,” the artist said. “Your word is worthless, but it'll comfort me to hear you say it—if Hamlet returns, take care of her, please?”

Henry laughed, “'Take care of her?' She'd murder me in my sleep if I looked at her for too long! Basil, you hardly took care of her yourself—all you did was spoil her. Your cat is better off dead. In fact, her corpse is probably in the street as we speak.”

He heard Basil sigh and turned to look at him. Henry's smile faltered when he saw the artist's hurt expression. He hadn't seen him this upset before.

“Basil—”

“No, no,” the painter wiped at his face and grabbed his bag. “You're probably right. I'll see you in three days. Make sure you don't die while writing your thesis.”

“Wait, Basil,” the lord tried. “Basil, I'm—”

The door slammed and he heard hurried footsteps going down the stairs.

The lord sighed, “Sorry.”

The next day, there was still no sign of the feline's return. Henry sat by the window, smoking and looking at the gray sky. While he smoked, he made a thousand different arguments as to why he should not feel guilty for what he had said to Basil. Every single one was quickly counter argued until he didn't have any left.

A distant mew caught his attention. On the sill, off to the side, was Hamlet. The lord startled. Regaining his composure, he put out the cigarette and reached for the animal.

“You wretched little thing,” he hissed. “Get in here—Basil was worried sick for you.”

The cat did not move.

“Hamlet. Inside,” the lord extended his arm out. “If you don't get in now, I won't let you in later.”

The cat hissed and jumped down, landing some ways away. Then she looked at Henry, seeming to challenge him.

“I'm not going to chase you,” the lord said. “I don't care enough about you to do so.”

The cat tilted her head as if asking, 'What about Basil?'

Henry glared at the feline. Hamlet sat waiting. He groaned and grabbed his coat and a cloth bag. Begrudgingly he went outside to where the cat was. As he laid eyes on her, he threw his arms out.

“Well, here I am,” he scowled. “Get over here.”

Hamlet dashed down a nearby alleyway. The lord turned to return to the flat, but the memory of Basil's saddened expression stopped him. He groaned, then tore after the cat.

“Hamlet!” he called. “Hamlet!”

The black cat ran through the streets, leading the lord further and further into the city. The entire time he ran after her, Henry cursed Basil for being too attached to the rambunctious feline.

The things I do for him, Henry thought as Hamlet ran into a woodsy park. In a clearing she stopped, seeming to wait for Henry.

The lord panted, “Alright, you little shit. Here's what's going to happen," He opened the bag, “You go in here, I bring you back to the flat, and then in two days time, you make Basil happy again.”

Hamlet watched as he got closer, then dashed off right as he was about to touch her. This resulted in the lord falling onto the muddy ground.

“You absolute demon,” Henry hissed.

Hamlet then pounced on his face, screeching and scratching. The lord managed to grab her furry body and lift her claws away from his face.

Swearing, he hissed, “You horrid little monster! If you really have intelligence like Basil claims, then listen. I do not like you and you do not like me, but both of us like Basil! I doubt you want him upset because then you won't be treated like a princess, and I certainly don't want my best friend upset, so you have to come back with me!

“Can you understand that much?!”

Henry then realized that he was talking to a cat, “Oh my God, I am losing my mind. Basil's cat from hell has made me insane.”

He released the animal and sat up, feeling blood seeping from the scratches on his face. He sighed and looked up at the gray sky. Why did he feel such a need to right this particular wrong? He had done worse wrongs to other people without so much as guilt. Why was Basil any different?

Beside him, Hamlet rubbed against his muddy arm. The creature's once resplendent black fur was covered in mud. She hopped onto Henry's lap, dirtying his trousers. The lord absently pet her with his mostly clean hand.

“I suppose this is a truce, then?”

Hamlet did not answer. The lord stood up, holding her in his arms. Delicately, he covered the one-eyed cat with the bag. Once the task was finished he turned towards the exit of the park.

Rain began to pour and the cat hissed when she began to get wet. Henry removed his coat and wrapped the damned thing so he could properly move forwards.

As he was drenched in the rain, he muttered, “Even God hates this cat, Basil.”

He entered their building twenty minutes later, completely soaked and covered in mud and blood stains. People gawked as he entered, but he paid them no mind, carrying the bundle of hatred up to his and Basil's flat.

Once the door closed, he threw his coat off to the side and let the one-eyed cat out. He glared as she sat and stared at him. Hamlet pawed the mud on its leg.

“What, you don't like being dirty?” the lord sneered. “Well, then you should have listened to me and come inside earlier.”

He walked to the lavatory and the cat followed. He hissed, “I am not going to wash you.”

She tilted her head.

After they were both washed, Henry sat on the divan with a blanket and a book. He had bandaged his wounds and was in clean clothes, but his wet hair dripped on his shirt. Hamlet watched him with her one eye. He ignored her, but then the cat hopped beside him.

“No,” the lord tried to push the black feline away, “I already gave you attention—too much, in fact. Go do something else.”

The cat dug her claw into his hand. He yelped and she jumped onto his lap burrowing into the blanket. Henry scowled, but placed his hand onto Hamlet's head, petting her as he read.

On the day of Basil's return, Henry was ill. Not badly, but enough to where it was bothersome. He couldn't focus on his thesis—which still wasn't complete without its missing reference—and he had no interest in doing anything else, including cooking. Hamlet seemed to realize this and brought him a dead rat.

“Are you mocking me, you spiteful beast?” the lord threw the corpse away.

When he returned to sit on the divan, Hamlet jumped into his lap. He obliged her silent demand and petted her head.

The door opened and Henry watched as Basil entered. The artist's face was slightly flushed and was framed by his messily tied back hair and his eyes lit as they landed on Henry. Though he'd never admit it, Henry had never seen anything so breathtaking as Basil's excited look. The painter's lips began to form the beginning of his name and he realized that in that moment, that his name in Basil's voice was all he wanted to hear.

“Hamlet!” Basil cried. He rushed up and plucked the cat from Henry's lap, spinning with it in his arms. “Oh, I thought you were gone forever!”

Henry blinked, still catching up with what happened.

“Oh, Harry—!” Basil paused, “What happened to you? You look like death!”

The lord cleared his throat, putting up his usual composure, “Your cat, Basil.”

“Be serious, Harry, what happened?”

The lord pointed to the cat, “I brought her back here and she fought me. Brutally.”

“Really?” the painter laughed. “Oh, but aren't you an angel, Hamlet? You'd never be so cruel to him without good reason.”

“She is a demon, Basil. I am proof of that.”

Basil smiled, placing the cat on the floor, “I suppose you're right.”

He sat down beside Henry, “I suppose you can be my angel, then. You brought her back, after all. Thank you for doing so, though I am sorry it came at quite a painful price.”

Henry did not consider himself an angel—no man could be one—but if Basil dubbed him so with his beautifully kind smile—then, what the hell—Henry didn't mind playing the part.

“Oh, I got this for you,” Basil reached into his back and pulled out the book Henry had been searching for. “Funnily enough, the library I went to had two copies. I told them about the missing one here, and they let me have it so I could donate it here.”

The painter smiled, “I figured you'd like to have it first.”

Henry took the book, quietly marveling at the artist in front of him. He stared long enough that Basil became self conscious, tucking a stray strand. Then the artist's eyes fell upon something behind the lord.

He gasped, “Hamlet, what did you do?!”

Henry turned to see the cat with his thesis between her fangs. He looked at the thing in horror and frustration.

“Oh, Harry,” Basil cried. “I'm so sorry! But on the bright side, you did say that you thought your work would be much better with that book in your hands. So perhaps this is an opportunity?”

Henry blinked, then tightened his jaw, glaring at the cat, “Basil, I am so glad you named her Hamlet.”

“What?” the painter looked at him as if he'd gone mad. “Why?”

“Because, like Laertes, I’m going to murder that damn thing!”

In the end, Henry did not murder Hamlet, who lived for another four years in pure happiness, often harassing the lord and still being greatly favored by Basil. Henry hated the one-eyed cat until she died, when he helped Basil bury it in his garden.

The artist was greatly saddened by her death, but having Henry around certainly made the grief easier. Standing in front of the small grave and watching Basil gently place down some wildflowers, Henry silently thanked the cat for making his best friend happy.

She'd probably have scratched him in return.

#the picture of dorian gray #basil hallward #lord henry wotton #fanfic #fluff

[dkniade]

Sadbedo sitting at a camp in Dragonspine

Stress relief piece that I finished the next day.

Drafted on 08-08-2022. 2:22 AM. I’m calmer now.

art and writing process utc.

Drawing Albedo in full took some time BECAUSE OF ALL THE DETAILS ON THIS MAN but it’s fine. I’m slowly getting used to his design! His boots are kind of funky…

Drawing Albedo in full took some time BECAUSE OF ALL THE DETAILS ON THIS MAN but it’s fine. I’m slowly getting used to his design! His boots are kind of funky…

Anyway my process here was basically pose sketch > cleaner sketch > base colours (all on top of a screen layer because the screenshot was too dark to see things clearly)

And then the fun part. AMBIENCE.

I made the glow of the fire to be warmer and brighter since I wanted more warm colours (and for Albedo to stare into a fire, whatever underlying message that might imply, haha…)

My layers look like this

But I think for this first one the airbrushed orange colour on the “haze” screen layer was too strong so the light on the boots ended up too hazy for my preference (not shiny enough). Must’ve added shading to bring out the form instead of just the overlay lighting with airbrush… The highlights on colour dodge make the gloves and boots look more shiny which is nice. I also added some teal behind Albedo so the background isn’t too dark and has a softer look.

By now I’ve also added a snow layer. Originally I tried using motion blur on the snow but then it looked like Albedo was stranded in a snowstorm instead of just sitting there, reflecting and being sad. It’s… a Contemplation in Snow you could say lmao

And finally, the dialogue, because I love writing dialogues. Let’s see… Technical stuff aside, I went to Dragonspine for comfort, a change of scenery, and for some nice music (I know the region’s OSTs so well I can almost name each over world track by ear lmao)

“Although a dangerous place, this mountain provides me an odd sense of comfort.”

“I suppose you can call it an escape from life’s… complexities.”

“How does it feel to be sleeping beneath the snow like this, Durin?”

Since this was meant for stress relief due to personal reasons, the first two lines reflect my feelings directly for Dragonspine. Now, the line about Durin was meant to show a sort of emotional (?) connection Albedo has with Durin, and hinting at him worrying that he might die on the mountain under maybe the Traveler’s blade. (“If one day I lose control…” Y’know how it goes.)

Out of the three lines, I came up with this line first, actually... Metaphorically speaking, it’s about my… loneliness? It’s rare for me to find people in my friend circle that enjoy media and/or literary analysis on this stuff, so sometimes I feel this way. (But not to such a dark extent, of course!)

Other lines I had considered were something along the lines of a physical report (something I do when I’m nervous, for example checking my pulse) like,

“Breathing: Difficult. Heartbeat: Escalating.”

“How should I return these vital signs to normal, exactly?”

But since it was originally just meant to be a self-indulgent “project onto Albedo because I’m sad” thing, I decided to go the usual way of feelings and metaphors… Me talking about my art process does sound rather analytical but trust me when I say my poetry is filled with extended metaphors. (You can find more of them on IG under the same handle.)

Thank you for reading this! I enjoy talking about my thought process for my artworks and written works just as much as I do for translation, if not more. With that said, please take care.

#dusk fan art #okay to reblog #Albedo #albedo kreideprinz #Dragonspine #Genshin impact

[karla-the-elemental-dreamer]

Project Update (07 OCT 2022 - AEDT)

Another update since I now have all submissions from Tumblr artists who inboxed me for this project initially over a month ago. Even though it was a few days after, you've all actually out-done yourselves. I'm not lying when I think your final pieces look nothing like your initial samples you showed me... But actually a lot better! This just goes to show how much we all really love Terra from Kingdom Hearts. So that does make me feel like I made the right decision to give everybody a chance rather than having a set standard in which you can't even get your foot in if you don't meet that level of skill.

With an artist dropping a couple of weeks ago, I have actually done an artwork for the zine myself. But this just makes it extra special for me, because if I didn't push myself to get my quality of work up for this Terra-zine, I wouldn't have put in an concerted effort to improve my art from uncontrolled lines to an entire sketching procedure! A skill which I now have for good.

Unlike a professional-zine project, I'm not doing contributor spotlights or anything, or revealing artists, or any writing extracts, because I want it to be a surprise for when the final product gets released. As an artist, that doesn't stop you making your own posts and sharing, but I don't want to spoil like half the zine from my end, so that people actually go and read it when it's out. Remember, it's free (no costs). 5 stories with artworks to support each.

I also didn't reveal artists so that I wouldn't be calling out any particular person when I was worrying about the deadline.

I am still waiting on my Discord friend's works (they're doing Story 1 AND the Front Cover), but at least I'm no longer hyperventilating as more than 1/2 the works are there. So now I have something to work with. I am now at a stage where I can proofread my stories and weed out any errors; September was quite a nasty month, and I had to battle with my brain for the majority of it.

So now the timeline looks like this:

1. Proofread stories and attempt formatting with available artwork.

2. Receive Discord artwork and include that.

3. Finalise formatting and final proofread.

4. Convert to PDF.

5. Release on my Tumblr and Twitter to the public.

I am a pretty productive worker, so like I said to one of my artists, it could take anywhere between 3 days to 2 weeks for the Zine to be released. Depending on how the final submission goes.

As a final comment; Tumblr artists. I will be defaultly crediting your Tumblrs because that's where I found you. If you would like any of your other socials to be credited (i.e. Twitter, Insta, YouTube, etc), please send me a message with the platform and your usename/tag on it.

Regards,

Creator and sole Mod of the free public mini Terra-Zine,

Karla (AUS).

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Update (11 hrs later): I managed to knock out the layout and formatting in half a day 😳

#kingdom hearts #fan project #mini zine #project update #update #kh #terra #kh terra #terra kh #terra kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts birth by sleep #kh bbs #birth by sleep