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Mother’s Day.

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Archive for a dead Universe.

Blog tag guide:

• id: archive illustration <- drawings

• id: archive comic <- comics

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This video is two years old, so the graphics in question are outdated. The lore itself is questionable, the most you'll get out of it are some funky tunes. I should redraw the thumbnail if I feel like it... some day.

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This OC is a fanmade Faux Lucid character {FL belongs to @library-mother}.

When he was first born, he was by all means a normal human. He lived a meagre existence full of suffering; there wasn't anything or anyone who elicited happiness in him. He was boring, and was always bored.

He lived alone with a horribly abusive mother. Eventually, she killed him and he died, cold and alone in a basement.

He didn't truly Die, however.

His Soul had sunk its teeth into the distorted and failing Universe, refusing to Die whilst the Body already started to decay. Buried deep within his Soul was a never-ending hatred, a hatred that extended beyond words or comprehension.

Physically buried beneath their sad, decrepit house was the corpse of a godling, one who had failed to kill their Mother. The Mother of Antipathy.

His Soul, stealing the power of the dead godling of Antipathy, managed to force his Body to wake up and continue walking. He killed his mother that night and began to roam the world, bringing nothing but the only possession he treasured: a thin blue baby blanket.

After a lot of years, countless decades, many centuries, he had became an assassin of Mothers, undertaking contracts commonly with godlings who wanted to kill their enemies' Mothers {so that they were rid of a purpose}; it wasn't typical for a godling to contract him to kill their own Mother, or for non-godlings to manage to even find him to commission him, but he will do any job commissioned by any being as long as they pay the price.

The price being body parts, of course.

He uses the body parts from his targets and his commissioners to modify his own, for the powers and energy it grants him and for his own amusement; as he is eternally rotting, it's funny for him to switch them out as he pleases. The harder the contract, the higher the price, meaning he's paid more body parts. It annoys him to sell them sometimes for money used for basic necessities, but since godling/god/Mother body parts can be sold for extremely high prices, he lasts a long while off of selling only one.

He has had many monikers over the years, stemming from the fact that any written statement about him, even writing his birth name down, results in a terrible fate for the writer. Dream Catcher, Sniper of Sorrows, there have been many many names of his that are said in hushed, conspiratorial whispers from the mouths of gods.

The one he's most known by is The Boy.

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Library Posting Thought-Dump One (1)

Being able to compile my works - both old and new - in a blog site is pretty Neat and Cool (trademarked) because I can one-scroll everything I have made for the Archive tag. A major criticism that one can point out is that the art style is never consistent for the comics. One moment it's black pen tipped with shading and minimal colours, and in the next they suddenly have garish colours. Stick-to-a-style and not scare away your readers, except creating a style to stick to for every comic feels virtually impossible a feat for me unless, as I had recently reflected, unless I use the new monochromatic sketchy style and go full ballistic mangaka. It just lacks...well, you know. Colours. The experience of comic making is a vast cosmos of infinite expansion or something like that. Uh. I don't have words to describe art or the experience involved in art-making that well, but I know in a 'sense' that, looking at my art from an outsider's point of view, it's jarring if the style is inconsistent and there's no indicator of a 'real plot' going on.

Although, it should be said that I never really created Faux Lucid with the notion of a heavy plot in mind. I always wanted to just do 'one-shot' esque stories of the characters within the story's Universe that are vaguely connected for the sad excuse of my story plotting skills. My brother's ethos of art not necessarily being constricted to one 'sense' has always stuck to me, and I want to abide by it by just...really doing what I want, even if I don't always know what I'm doing because the important thing is that I enjoy doing it, and it's a part of the experience as an 'artist' as a whole. I do not consider myself an artist strictly because blah blah labels and the urge to do art doesn't make me one thing or another and also because I create things for myself. If people think I'm an artist then I'm an artist, but only in public perception and not self-concept. Hashtag descent to pathetic copium but unironically because I understand that I have not reached the level of skill required to map out my story and in-the-end that's fine. I started these drawings thinking 'what if moms ate their kids and deities are structured more like a little family of trauma and horror rather than a holy pantheon' and that remains the thought still in my brain. Like a tennis ball bouncing in an empty room. Instead of a whole, cohesive series, I want this to read like a shitty DeviantArt gallery that occasionally gets "updated", some dysfunctional anthology of sorts, if it can even count as that.

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An old comic. Some designs here (primarily Ophelia/Marziale and two of the Mothers) are no longer used.

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Outdated doodles.