#Character exploration

[sootchild]

[poppyflavour]

They are corrupting my miinnNNNDDD

I didn't have as much fun in a long time as for these past three or four days that I've been drawing these folks, really fun and relaxing characters to draw!!

also ignore how i just cant with backgrounds okay? okay

Also here are the photos without the ugly ahh wall behind them:

[onebadnoodle]

more messy character sketches. the nitty gritty stuff i don't usually post

[medusaspeach]

Zeus x Hera concept sketches

Somewhere out there a mortal is about to have the worst day of their life.

[clowns0up-felix]

A question about your amazing reversal of fate AU! I saw you did Sonia, but I was wondering what type of relationship Link had with the others? Like Rauru, Mineru and even Ganondorf.

(Also, a bit off topic, but I’m also enjoying your modern AU too! :D)

REVERSAL OF FATE (totk au by clowns0up) [#reversal of fate clowns0up]

Here’s what I kinda think the dynamics would be like,, it’s not a very deep dive and I’ll go into it further in the future, but I think it puts it pretty good

Thanks for the ask!!! (And I’m happy to hear you enjoy the modern au stuff!)

[punkierights]

i think that simon riley is afraid to get to close to people, not just because he’s scared to lose them, but because once they get past the hard shell to that soft squishy soul of his, they have the ability to rip what’s left of his humanity away from him. if he lets anyone in to see the man who does care for others but doesn’t know how to show it, the one who wants validation for doing things because he didn’t get it enough in the REAL way he needed it, if that person who’s been let in decides that they can’t/don’t/won’t SEE him, then he may as well be the walking corpse he is on the field. thats why i think if you were to get through all the rough exterior, everything that he uses as a shield to save himself from the torment, he won’t know what to do if you decide to leave. you sink your claws in the essence of his very being and he feels as though would die without the love and care and patience you show him; that his already mostly empty shell would then become a husk. he is desperately desperately broken but patience and consistent care and validation, proof that you love him and that you don’t ever intend to hurt him, then he’ll really shine

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Smthn about escapism and why someone (me) might choose to stay with Kinito even tho he was a bit mean and also didn’t like that u had freewill lol

Also a little bit of thinking abt how Kinito and the Player Who Stays (the Stayer???) share a lot of parallels (working hard to deserve nice things, crippling loneliness, selfish reasons for clinging to one another, self awareness, dissatisfaction/disappointment with their respective realities leading to them idealizing the concept of each other, etc etc)

(The song lyrics are from ‘Woof woof’ by ARTHUR. It took a few listens to rlly appreciate it, now it scratches my brain in v nice ways)

[creation-help]

Which fictional character(s) would be your oc's favourite?

[winterpower98]

THE WAY I WOKE UP AND DECIDED "HEY, LET'S MAKE INKY A REDESIGN FOR THE CURSED AU" AND THEN PROCEEDED TO WORK ON IT FOR THE ENTIRE DAY

Anyway, the main idea here is that I wanted Inky to kind of look like the opposite of MK, like Macaque is supposed to be the opposite of Wukong in some ways. Not like in a The Sun and The Moon kinda way, but more like the Star and its reflection in the water

Masterpost

[jmadorran]

So this month’s Twisted Fairy Tale theme is…..

Beauty and the Beast + The Addams Family = Twisted Beauty and the Beast

…and this is a character design exploration for Belle and Beast based off this theme. 

To lend your support and/or see behind the scene process work and/or get this month’s Patreon rewards join my Patreon - https://www.patreon.com/jmadorran

[em-doods]

Personal work

[sootchild]

Dungeon Meshi styled El.

[skeptiql]

Guard Fidds / Seven - On Death

Back when I was alive, those long gone days, I often wore my heart dangerously on my sleeve. Open to the elements, I suppose, bitter cold tending to sink its sharp teeth into the musculature of my atriums.

It never once swayed me in life, though in death I’ve shut myself down. Bolstered the gates, locked the cage, the sleeve it once sat beating on now hidden by metal plating. My kind demeanour and need to be needed never once deterred by cold fronts is long gone to the wind. One too many clumsy misplacements of trust and honesty really ought to break a man much sooner than his demise, but the straw broke the camel’s back after a hardy distance travelled.

All I ever did was care, perhaps the love was put onto the wrong person or perhaps I was too bold to hide my true identity to a cruel and unforgiving world, but I cared till my dying day. Shown unbelievable things both abysmally ugly and incredibly stunning by a man whose whole being was an anomaly of its own.

And I was just a man. An ordinary man who never stopped for a moment to consider himself nor the consequences of his actions on the wellbeing of his mind and body. I lived and loved for the other person not once considering my life as more than a service to the world. I had my skills, I had my purpose, I had my glory and it killed me in the process.

Physical death is agonisingly slow, but the mental takes double the time. Each millisecond stretching to a millennia as adrenaline pumps into the blood stream both pouring out and clogging up. That gave me enough time to see the misplaced love; the trust and good will I had abandoned my everything for, to see him flee without a second thought.

Foresight tells me that I shouldn’t hate the man for reacting for instinct alone (we may have been human but that doesn’t exclude us from animal impulses). The guilt, however, consistently resides.

I died for my adoration and in turn he died also. The fate of his life laid in my fumbling grasp without any knowledge of that responsibility, the timelines witnessed now telling me what I had passed for. The endless, repetitive and agonising viewing of every life I could have lived being projected for my eyes and optic nerve torture.

For I had lived an honest life. This is the reward. My heart is fickle and masked; this screen torments me so.

[raffa-taff]

[itsangelic1411]

I recently finished a character design mentorship and wanted to share some of the things I did for an Anne of green Gables reimagination!