#i think i still need to improve on proper anatomy

[runningwithscizzorz]

(1)Learn the rules before you break them + Gather proper references

(2) Understand what you want to break and how

(3) Can't do it? Find someone who can

(4) It's going to look really bad for a while

(5) Have fun with it!

(1) -Yes, I am that kind of artist. Yet, not in the conventional way. I encourage people to go in guns blazing when it comes to drawing something new, then coming out analyzing what they know, and what they need to learn more of right away.

-Here, I broke down the anatomical pieces of Nour and Narinder's face with the same labels so you guys can understand this weird invisible pattern that I follow in my work. Doing this with any animal you're attempting to draw greatly improves your line confidence when drawing different face shapes. Also understanding the biological function for why animals look a certain way helps you keep consistency.

(3) Time to throw any artistic guilt you have for heavily referencing people's art OUT THE WINDOW and start ANALYZING PEOPLE'S WORK YOU WANT TO BE LIKE✨ I've always done this, having a reference of someone else's amazing work right next to my own drawing so I can try and understand how they make their magic work! No shame, no embarrassment, nada. Pure, unadulterated will and spite that I would be just as good as the artist who made me so motivated and happy with their work! I couldn't figure out how to make Nour's face both sheep-like, and humanly expressive, so I looked at a LOT of Zootopia and old Disney art for help!

(2) With how I draw narilamb, I'm still working on it (as you can see) but I wanted to break Narinder's face to be fluffier and slimmer, while Nour's face would be shorter and flatter. If you look at it for too long, it's absolutely going to look weird, in the way that if you look at Anna from Frozen for too long she starts looking really weird. The anatomy isn't meant to be correct or consistent, it's meant to convey the emotion and energy I want out of the characters in that moment. If you're able to properly get that across, then you don't need to think about how broken something looks, as long as your eye is happy enough to trick your brain into thinking what you're seeing is canny.

(4) Yeah, I hate this part too. It's going to look like shit at first. I can't even look at my art from a few months ago when I was figuring out their designs... God, so fucking ugly. If it weren't for the shittiness of those drawings, I would have never gotten here! Wading through the "trust the process" stage always really sucks, but it's absolutely worth the relief of when you finally get something to look right.

(5) Art is work, yes. It's stressful, it's long, it's straining, its draining, it's exclaiming, blah blah blah. But, I try to keep my art FUN. If I find my artwork becoming slow as I depressingly drag my pen over my tablet, I'm failing. You MUST keep spirit and life in your work. The spirit of emptiness or the life of sadness can have a very meaningful place in art, but those can only exist with keeping work light, easy, and fun! If you're stressing how a specific thing looks or how you can't get something to look right no matter what, FUCK IT. Draw something to bring the flavor back in your work! I'm kind of rambling, but just, HAVE FUN!✨️ Be messy, scream, laugh, slash canvases, throw paint, smash sculptures, tear apart books, GO CRAZY

[endiecutieo6]

Finally made an actual reference for Freddy to look back to instead of just looking at other drawings. I really want to start being more consistent with my art style (tbh I think I’ve been better with consistency as of late but that might just be my own bias) and I felt like this was a good way to start. I also wanted to show my improvement with anatomy- even if I still draw people with short waists and long legs (you draw what you know lol)

I actually did this one first. The way I draw his hair is so specific that I NEEDED a proper reference to return back to. It’s probably not even that good/ has it’s inconsistencies but I’m jus happy to have it now.

I think now I’m gonna try and make a consistent design for Kreacher (and finish a request drawing with him in it) before starting to flesh out my Idv ocs. Maybe post some Pokémon art since I’ve gotten back into it, but only a maybe.

Also a meme to cope with the spinal agony. To be my spine is suffering.

[multi-fandom-bullshittery]

Okay now I'm thinking about domestic S.Q. and Genesis.

Doc being exasperated and annoyed by Genesis' weakness and struggles, until he gets around to getting x-rays and MRI's. Upon seeing the damage, he just... stares at it for a long time, occasionally glancing from the images to Genesis, shocked and horrified, but stoic nonetheless. All he can manage is a soft, "I'm... sorry. I.. didn't know how much pain you were in."

Genesis, hopped up on The Good Painkillers, drowsy and a little delirious, but in so much less pain for the first time in so long, the constant stabbing agony reduced to a dull throb in comparison, partially laying in [really anyone]'s lap, purring quietly (oh yeah, Genesis can purr) while they soothe it into sleep. It sleeps for hours without being interrupted by random spikes of pain, for the first time in... god, it can't even remember when.

When it wakes up, it gets real, proper food for the first time in forever. Not the nearly flavorless gruel Nexus Labs used to feed it, not the far-too-crunchy ration bars the A.A.H.W provided alongside something similar to that gruel. Real food. Soft fruits carefully cut into small pieces to make eating less painful. Bowls of broth. Soups and stews. Stuff that actually tastes. Stuff that's easy to eat, with real nutrients.

Obviously, it can't be hopped up on painkillers constantly. Genesis may be frail, with very little actual mass, but it's still large in size, and the amount of painkillers needed to keep the pain level low for long periods of time... it's a lot. And even if that wasn't an issue, being high on pain meds constantly probably isn't great health-wise.

But it falls asleep every night on a soft bed (a real bed, not a cold, hard floor or a worn-out old mattress from a storage room), surrounded by soft blankets and pillows carefully arranged to support its odd anatomy, with various heating pads it can turn on to ease the pain and provide comfort. It gets to experience real meals, designed for nutrition and comfort rather than just survival. It gets real comfort and help and care.

And yes; it's scared of it at first. It's so sure that something will go wrong. It's a trap, to lure it into cooperating with more experiments. Or it's a dream of some sort, and it has to wake up soon.

It struggles to accept the improvements, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe it even starts acting out a little bit, self-sabotaging in a subconscious search for the treatment it's familiar with.

But whether it knows how to accept it or not, things are better. It's.. safe. More comfortable.

Happy?

[crusherthedoctor]

Eggman's design in Stellar

As you may know by now, Eggman looks a little different as described in Sonic Stellar. His design and anatomy are the same Modern Eggman we all know and love or pretend to love, in the case of those that deliberately misrepresent his character, but he's got a new outfit. Naturally I made sure to describe it in the fic proper, because it'd be weird if I didn't, but I wanted to go a little more in-depth here to give some insight on the thought process behind it. This won't take too long, since it's honestly not that complicated.

So what motivated this? Well, it was actually a late addition. Originally, as was the case in BtS, he was in his regular Modern attire, and even when I began to brainstorm it into existence, I hesitated on it for the longest time because I was concerned as to whether it'd be seen as leaving a piss mark on SEGA's design out of the arrogant belief that it needs to be improved... like what those in charge of certain adaptations tend to do with the characters and universe in general. However, after remembering that there is precedence for one-off shifts in the games proper - see Rouge in Heroes, or Sonic's soap shoes in SA2 - I considered it fair game.

That said, don't assume it's a change for the sake of change: there's a plot reason for it. Since Eggman is attempting to convince the locals of Viridonia (aside from Trudy) that he's a changed man, he switches his appearance to symbolize this... but since he can't help himself, he still has to stylize it so that it's as him as possible.

Now it's time to talk about the actual look. The basic gist is simple enough. Just a nice debonair suit, like this for example:

...but in the distinctive Rrrrrobotnik style, and with the waistcoat unbuttoned, because this man does not operate like most gentlemen. I tried to balance out the doctor's usual colour scheme for it, so you have black for the shirt and pants, red for the waistcoat, yellow for the golden lining within said waistcoat, and white for the shoes (with black tips, like Swanky here), as well as the gauntlets (see below). The Modern jacket may not be present, but I paid tribute to it in spirit.

Instead of having those goggles on his head that he only uses during leap years, I transferred anything they could do to his glasses, reminiscent of how they worked in '06. Yes, there was some '06 inspiration among all this. That's how you know the doctor is officially off his gourd by the time of Stellar.

Of course, the most striking aspect of his new attire are his aforementioned gauntlets, complete with a selection of nifty abilities that allow him to be even more hands-on than he already was... and some clawed tips, cause he felt like it. This was inspired by his control glove in the movies, as I figured that by this point in Game Eggman's career, after all that he's had to put up with, it was a logical next step for such an infamous control freak. Plus, I just think it's neat for him. :D Note that they're not cluttered compared to the rest of his design, they'd have a simplistic look despite some buttons and the like.

Why did I make them gauntlets, instead of just gloves like normal? I found an appeal in how they contrast with the rest of his otherwise low-key dress sense (for his standards). It felt like the sort of thing he would do, as an extra way of commanding your attention. And yes, I'm aware that some readers might assume he has actual robotic hands now, and declare it a brilliant SatAM JoJoke, but I hope repeated use of the word gauntlet should clarify that's not the case... >_>

Fun Fact: Originally, he was only going to have only one gauntlet, for a little bit of asymmetry. However, I realised that Starline already has a similar thing going on, and since I brought him into the story, it might be redundant. So Eggman has them for both hands. Think of it as his unspoken way of one-upping his #1 simp.

[tempestimes]

Sorry for being MIA this month. I've been going through it with uni + mental health related matters, and I've actively been spending less time on social media as a result. I'll be returning to posting early- to mid-May.

Bit of a vent under the cut; I want to talk about art for a moment.

Thank you for the love on my recent series of shitposts; I do not intend on making more. I think it's fun among friends, but at this point, I would rather not be known just for making joke art - especially when the jokes and the art aren't even that good.

I have a love for storytelling, and I want to make clear steps forward towards my goals of creating more deeply illustrated and compositionally and thematically engaging works.

But that also requires me doing proper studies and solidifying my fundamentals (value, shape, form, composition, lighting, anatomy, + desperately need to make use of hard/soft edges instead of muddying everything up). This is what I always end up coming back to when I'm in a creative rut.

Honestly, I'm especially sick of color and how people tend to only commentate on that in the pieces I've put more effort into. It's not that I dislike color itself, but at this point, these comments indicate to me people only look at the style of the piece but not the actual substance. I would rather people focus on the story I want to tell or the emotions I want to evoke. It can certainly be done through color, but I don't want to be dependent on it. It will be good for me to work in greyscale or monochromatic palettes this summer. Greyscale is already a part of my digital process, but my understanding of value still could be improved for stronger pieces.

This summer, my attention will be turned towards some process experimentation and these general studies to move my art in the direction I want it to. I will also be working an internship so my attention will be a bit divided, but maybe a lesson plan and one study a day can get me closer to where I want to be. I want to get better so I have to work at it, tooth and nail.

[godtier]

any advices for a beginner artist pls?

hi there!

i guess it would depend on the medium you're working with or what kinds of things you'd like to do. i'll try to give some general tips that can be applied broadly!

disclaimer: a lot of "beginner" tips are going to be really, REALLY boring. developing an art style relies heavily on patience and repetition. it can get very boring and you will feel like you're not improving. but the more you do it, the more you will improve. that's what everyone says, but it's 100% true.

tip #1: start basic

if you're a super-duper beginner, you could start by taking stock photos of people and tracing over them in an art program. you could also do this on paper if you have any magazines lying around, but i know that's probs less common nowadays lol.

tracing over a human body can give you an idea of what the human form looks like and how it operates. i wouldn't recommend always doing this, of course. this is for practicing purposes if you're super new to drawing.

you could also set up the stock photo side-by-side in a canvas on a drawing program and try to copy it as closely as possible. this is what i'd recommend after tracing. you don't generally want to rely on tracing all the time since that can make your style look super stiff, so trying to copy something freehand develops your drawing style bit by bit.

if you are inclined to look through some books about figure drawing, i would highly recommend books by andrew loomis. they are from the 50s or so, but the methods and recommendations are timeless. the books are still in print for a reason.

tip #2: get a foundational understanding of the human form

another tip that a lot of people kinda roll their eyes at is the whole "get a foundation in anatomy/real figures before trying to draw stylized stuff." people don't want to hear that because, again, it's boring! but it's true: if you have a foundation in how real people look, you can easily apply that to a stylized drawing and have it look nice. beginners who don't develop a foundation can instead lean into mistakes from other artists and it can screw up their entire drawing ability. that's what i did; it took me years to undo a lot of the stuff i learned as a beginner from copying anime and manga because i didn't have the foundations of real figure drawing and i was too stubborn/bored/ADHD-brained to focus on the boring stuff first.

you can also try beginner landscapes to get and idea of perspective and form. again, another super boring tip, but it does genuinely help when it comes to figure placement in a scene and making the background not look like it's on a different plane of existence than the figure that's supposed to be in it.

tip #3: don't splurge on really expensive equipment/art supplies when you're just starting out

this is a big one. a lot of beginner artists (myself included when i was young) think that in order to make great art, they have to buy the most expensive, industry-grade equipment or art supplies. this isn't true. when you are just starting out, using basic stuff is fine to get the foundations down. i still don't use expensive pencils for my sketches! I USE TICONDEROGAS, THE BEST PENCIL EVER MADE (not sponsored).

what matters more than the utensils when you're just starting out is the paper you're using. i wouldn't use printer paper, for example, but sketch paper. here's a pretty cheap and good quality sketch book for pencil work. if you want to use other mediums, like markers, strathmore also sells good quality marker paper for cheap. is this like, PROFESSIONAL GRADE? no, not really. but you don't need professional grade to start with.

and i can say all of that, but why is that the case? well, mostly because when you're first starting out, you're going to make mistakes. a lot of mistakes. and expensive equipment and/or supplies are going to add up fast. do you want to use up all the ink on a 30 dollar set of 5 copic markers because you don't know the proper inking techniques? or do you want to use a 100 color set of crayola sketch markers to get a foundation down of how colors interact with each other for roughly the same price? (granted, copics are alcohol based and crayolas are water based. if you want to try alcohol based markers first, ohuhu makes a 48 color set for around the same price.)

tip #4: don't stress about being the best, just experiment and have fun

this is probably the BIGGEST one. you are not going to be great right away. that's just a fact. don't get hung up on how your art looks just starting out. just keep doing it. draw whatever you want. share with others or keep it to yourself. don't look at your art and give up because it's not an immediate masterpiece. just do whatever you think is most interesting and experiment!

tip #5: don't get offended by good-natured and genuine critique

last tip for today, and it's very important, just about as important as #4. there's a difference between criticizing to bring someone down and providing constructive criticism. if you ask someone who is also an artist to look at your art and have them tell you what they think, don't get upset if they tell you what they think. most artists have been in this situation. most of them are going to try to give you a "compliment sandwich:" start with a compliment, then provide critique, then end with a compliment. this is a pretty standard way of providing criticism because people will generally respond better when the positives of their attempt are highlighted first.

however, some artists or teachers might just come out the gate with criticisms. this doesn't mean they think your art is shite, but that they see potential. the worst thing for an artist is for them to surround themselves with yes-men who only praise them. that gives an artist, especially a beginner, a false sense of their current skill and can be detrimental to improvement.

if you are sharing a piece and for whatever reason don't want critique? just start with that. "i worked on this for x amount of hours and i don't want critique right now, thanks" is usually enough. but don't hide behind that. hiding from critique will make your art incredibly slow to improve.

and that's what i got for now! sorry for the massive response, but i tried to give some really basic concepts for beginners. if this ain't helpful or if you have something more specific, you can send me another ask! i'm happy to help!

[certainempatheticturkeymuffin]

Feeling kinda nostaligic looking through some of my art.

I drew this in 2021 and I was so proud of it. It was a companion piece for a fic that never manifested, and I loved it so much. It was my first real foray into digital art. Sure, I'd definitely drawn before, but nothing with this amount of effort put into it. It wasn't even the first thing I drew for the LU Discord: the place that got me back into art.

Looking at the results, I think it still holds up, and that makes me beyond happy. I would certainly change a lot about it if I drew it again today, but I love it all the same, because it's something I could see on tumblr and go "oh that's cute, I'll reblog" and I'm near tears.

I think it embodies what my favorite pieces are to draw: sad/angsty pieces of my favorite characters with dramatic lighting. I don't draw many of them, because they require so much effort, but they're my favorite.

I drew these two pieces in October and December of last year. I learned how to utilize glow layers, my anatomy improved, and I shifted to a lineless art style that is so much work but gives beautiful results. You can even see that between the two pieces I decided to properly learn how to draw wings.

I've improved so much in only three years and I genuinely owe it to the LU Discord. Even if I'm not as active there anymore, y'all got me back into art. I have over a hundred pieces of terribly drawn (by my current standards) fan pieces for your weekly prompts that gave me the practice I needed to improve, and I wouldn't have even bothered if I didn't want to participate in that community.

Specifically, I want to thank @ahrva, one of my best friends. She who collabed with me and encouraged me into so many writing projects and community events. Thank you, dearly. I wouldn't have had the courage to join the secret santas or art exchanges if you hadn't been right there, super excited to participate. You always compliment my art, and it means a lot when you go "OOOOOO" in response to one of my pieces /gen

I'd also like to thank @wolfy1298 whose art was a huge inspiration, even if we've never really spoken. Whenever I saw your work I was so impressed that I couldn't help trying to emulate you a little. Your colors are something I still envy to this day, your masterful highlights and lineart an inspiration to work harder and improve. Your curvy shapes are also very cute and may have infected me lmao

@author-main your diverse body types encouraged me to properly learn anatomy. I'm taking medical classes, but it's another thing entirely to try drawing the human body properly. I'm still unfortunately lacking when it comes to larger bodies, but your beautiful work encourages me to try improving, even if it's only in sketchbooks that no one will ever see. Your lines are full of personality, and I never tire of seeing your work.

@w1lmutt your compositions and poses are awe-inspiring. I struggle a lot with composing a shot, especially with foreshortening, so your work is extremely impressive. You manage to insert so much personality through body language alone, and it's definitely something I'll be striving to improve. That's not even mentioning your backgrounds! I'm generally in awe of every piece you make. I think I'd die if I had to draw a proper landscape/cityscape lol. I can barely manage a bedroom! Just another thing to work towards improving lol

There are tons more artists i want to shout out and compliment, but it's nearly 7am and I haven't gone to sleep yet lol.

Thank all of you. Even if I only pop in once every few months for the events nowadays, I'll always cherish my time in this community. I'm going to keep improving, and I'm glad to be doing so alongside such skilled artists!

[grineerios]

Tennotober Complete!

Having successfully completed Tennotober (and just barely, at that!) I wanted to do a retrospect on the past month's art.

I think I mentioned it briefly, but this was my first successful completion of a drawing challenge, much less a month-long one! I am incredibly proud and I will absolutely treasure the art and memories that I've made this October.

Overall, my art has improved vastly. My anatomy is significantly better, my proportions tend to look more balanced, and honestly? I think I've come a long way with my perspective.

In a more stylistic sense- for Kaine and Callan at least- I've really found my groove in what shapes define them, and the differences in their bodies and facial structure.

Of course, limbs are still a struggle- legs probably the worse of the two- but it's amazing to see so much progress in such a short period of time. Mastery will come, with time!

I think my best/favorite days were (in no particular order) "Mirror", "Assassin", "Throwback", and "Hunt", while I think I really could've done better on "Knives", "Hammer", "Inspire", "Kaithe", and "Beard".

So, where to now?

I have some sewing projects that I need to finish, but if I had to set a goal for myself, I'd want to draw all of my frames at least once. I've been meaning to do a proper doodle of my Harrow Prime, at the very least. Although, I think I'll probably end up just doing fun lil sketches of self indulgent character nonsense or friends' frames and OCs. Hell, honestly I might try to actually write something coherent! (Thank you to everyone who put up with my nonsense on "Solidarity" and "Beard"! Y'all fill me with confidence.)

Happy Tennotober, Tenno, and I will see you same time next year!

[dolly-macabre]

I can see your art is showing CRAZY improvement recently, how THE FUCK did you do that /positive (ir0n-moon)

First of all, thank you so much! ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ

Second I'm sorry this is so long but this was such a struggle to get where I am today.

I think the first struggle I had with getting back into drawing was that its okay to take your time. I tended to rush all the old pieces I made which led to... Scrunkily results.

My next obstacle was finding a proper drawing program that worked for my needs.

I started with Sketchbook but it kept force closing the app on my tablet and a couple times it almost cost me a couple drawings. There was one bad instance in particular that had me sobbing HEAVILY. After that I did more research and found Clip Studio Paint. At first it was very frustrating getting used to the format but now I LOVE THIS FUCKING PROGRAM.

ANATOMY IS MY BIGGEST STRUGGLE DON'T BE FOOLED. I have a friend in the mtl fandom who went to art school who assured me,

THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH TRACING.

As long as you aren't stealing someone elses work!!! (Obviously) & as long as you really end up making the piece your own that's all that matters. (It took me so long to come to terms with this. I had been shamed in hs for tracing to start my art to a shitty extent) If you're like me and your anatomy is attrotious, you need the practice that can come with tracing anatomy and edit it to where it needs to be!

Finally, after all those obstacles, all I needed to do was make sure I was drawing as often as I could. Practice practice practice. My main struggle right now is still anatomy but I'm getting there. But also trying not to be a perfectionist. (I am my own worst enemy about this)

Also y'know, I just take Vyvanse daily so that is very helpful for motivation!

Tl;Dr: just keep fucking pushing and pushing to do better every time and reap the benefits!

[turoce]

Seana’s 2020 art highlights (a thread)

(Note: this is a reupload of a thread i did on twitter a few years back. so these are really old.)

January: i didn’t draw anything complete that month.... closest thing i could find to finished is this art i made of my OC, Angelord. man. remember when i drew my OCs? [2023 note: it's..... funny you say that. you would try to start up an original comic for the entirety of next year.... not that it ever came to fruition.]

February: i finished Link’s Awakening that month. i drew Marin bc i thought she was cute. i wish i could get motivated to draw fanart of recent video games i finished more... this is probably the last proper traditional art i made this year... after this, it’s mostly digital.

March: look. i’m attempting anatomy... and i failed lol. i remember being like “how do you draw woman” after drawing this... i mean. i still wanna know how to draw woman, so i guess i haven’t changed lol. [2023 note: I STILL DONT KNOW HOW TO DRAW WOMEN]

April: wait NVM here’s another traditional piece i made this year. he was an adoptable i made... but nobody was interested in them so he’s with me for now. i’ll try and redesign them, either to sell them or to keep him. [2023 note: i never sold this guy.... i was lazy and nobody values points these days. probs for the best because scamming children with virtual coins is probably not a good idea lmao. at the same time, i wish there was an easy way to buy and sell designs+commissions without having to get a credit card or paypal or something.]

May: another month where i didn’t draw anything. buuut i did some plush sketches to reference so das dat. [2023 note: you'll probably be able to name most charas here, but who's the guy i drew the most? that's Matteo, he's a little pink vampire and i made him through Gatcha Life.]

June: ah. the month where i started digital art. this was fanart for my friend’s OC. i didn’t know a lot of features of digital art so it looks like shit LOL not the first digital art i made ever, but it might as well be. [2023 note: i actually received my tablet around 2018, but i never had time to draw on it because i had 1 hour of screentime every day. this restriction was finally lifted in 2020 (because online classes) and i finally had time to venture out into the world of digital art...]

July: i made a lot of stuff this month, but to shorten the list... i finished the plush of my OC, Matteo. i wanna make another plushie... maybe with Suitcase.

this was also the month i joined the OSC... oh hell. it’s been 6 months?? [2023 note: 2 YEARS BITCH. ITS GONNA BE YOUR 3RD ANNIVERSARY if i didn't get so tired and started to hate the community so much.]

August: ...ergh. lets get over with this month quickly... Object OCs this. Object OCs that.

occasional Algebians.

i do not like the art here... it really shows that i’ve improved. ok let’s get outta here. [2023 note: i fucking despise the person who asked me why "they were old" to my humanizations of the Dangos. this is why i refuse to join another public server ever again and might have contributed to the delay of my human drawing skills.]

September: lots of Taco II. i seriously liked her a lot. still do, but the love is a bit more spread out between characters.

oh. and i watched ONE that month. cool.

October: i finally found a style that i could weld. hooyah.

don’t ask why i drew my friend as a cat maid... i thought it was funny ok.

September: the month of gift art. nothing else to say, but i like the thin lines. yes, ‘thin’. ...god i need to think of better things to say. [i would then realize i said the wrong month, and unlike tumblr, i cannot edit tweets once published, so my only option was to delete the whole thing and start over. or just say this:] did i just say September... oh for fucks- no i am not fixing this i’m already tired of this just imagine i said November ok

December: best art of this year so far (doh) nothing to say. just... happy that i improved. can’t wait to improve even more.

[hey look! i was in the 2020 JnJ christmas video! thats me! me!!]

aaand, that’s all for this year! man, i thought i was done with improvement. i can’t believe i proved myself wrong. usually other people do that for me lol. lets see if i can disprove myself again in 2021.

[md3artjournal]

I don't know what it is that makes me feel such internal resistance to studying illustration fundamentals. But I feel it deep in my gut, each and every time.

. I know I have to study the fundamentals. But I'm SO bad at it. Not just the results. But every time I force myself to do it, I become so intensely irate, I'm grouchy towards everyone around me. It doesn't matter if they're my favorite people and I don't get to see them often. If I'm studying illustration fundamentals, I am a complete asshole to be around. I just start attacking anything around me. It's horrible.

. I began to think that maybe I just don't like drawing. I thought maybe I enjoyed having completed an illustration, more than the process of drawing. Which sucked, because there are so many mediums of art where I LOVE the process, even the hard parts. I can pull multiple all-nighters, ignoring proper nourishment for days, and enjoy completely focusing on writing. I feel the same about crafting, carving, sculpting, blockprinting, and so many other mediums. But drawing…it was just frustration. I really started to believe maybe I didn't actually like drawing. I told my sister that I didn't like drawing; just having drawn.

. But then I stopped drawing for a while. And eventually, I got this itch in my hands. Something that even just moving vector shapes around in digital art programs couldn't scratch. I was completing 2D visual art, and yet it didn't feel the same. I was missing drawing. I knew it, when I gradually returned to drawing, and just the simple friction of pen against paper finally made my hands feel better. That itch was finally scratched. Ever since I told my sister that I didn't like drawing, but instead only enjoyed having drawn, I kept paying attention to how I felt when I drew and when I didn't. And it became clear that whenever I didn't draw, I felt terrible. I needed to draw every day. Even if it was just doodling.

. But why couldn't I just hunker down and study drawing fundamentals? Why did it make me feel so intensely irritated??? I remembered a stand up comedian who equated the jitteriness of the withdrawal from quitting smoking, with the irritation at trying to floss one's teeth daily. That's what I felt about studying drawing fundamentals: I was jittery. I was irate and jittery.

. In the end, I feel like I never learned illustration fundamentals, and maybe I never will. So instead, I doodle. And honestly, the times when I finish drawings and draw everyday, even though my skill level is at "doodling", whenever I keep it up, I end up more confident about drawing and able to draw more. When I doodled daily, even if I demonstrated no concept of perspective, volume, anatomy, etc., as long as I was expressing myself daily and completing drawings daily, I felt better about myself. I wasn't so afraid to pick up a pen, whenever I had a concept. I wasn't so afraid of completing a concept that I wouldn't start. I completed comics and improved my skill---first, by improving my speed at doodles that used to take me forever. Then, by being less afraid to tackle things that challenged me. I could see and feel that I was improving. …Yet, it was clear that compared to anyone else online, I didn't know how to draw and all my drawings were trash---to everyone except me. I could objectively call my drawings---even the ones I was proud of, that expanded my skill levels---objectively bad. Objectively terrible. But I'm sentimental, so they were precious to me. But no matter how proud I am of myself for improving past the me from yesterday, it wasn't professionally competitive. And art is the only job I can try for.

. I have an actual 4-year degree in art, and yet I feel like saying "I didn't learn anything", because I still feel like I can't draw. Whenever I get jittery and irate at the idea of studying fundamentals, the belligerent part of my mind wants to blame my art school for not actually teaching me how to draw. For just plopping me in front of models for 3 hours, half the week, and telling me to draw, without being specific. But in reality, I do feel like I learned a lot from my art degree. Without it, I never would have learned to think outside of my imagined restrictions. I wouldn't have learned how to think critically and for myself, to become a person more than what authority figures in my life told me to. And I did pick up a few things about how to draw, even if I don't feel equipped to draw without a model or to draw concepts I've imagined.

. Maybe I can't draw commissions, can't viably compete in artist alley, and am too cornered by my social anxiety to get any other career outside of art. But I think I have to stay here. It'd be one thing, if I had all the common sense and social skills of a normal person, who could fall back on any service job. But I don't have all those normal people skills. Even more fundamentals that I don't have. That's why it's so important that I gain drawing fundamentals, so I can be competitive as an illustration artist. I would prefer to do more 3-dimensional art, since I enjoy doing that more. But 2D art is where the outsourcing is set up to make being an artist easier. 2D artists can take commissions online and could even sell non-physical art during the pandemic. 2D artists can send a file to a printer and instantly get 20 copies of each artwork, restocked, before a convention, within 1-2 weeks. That scenario was a nightmare, as a sculptor, each and every time. Not to mention that 2D artists can restock without the physical pain of recreating each piece from scratch. I dunno… Either I need to get better at 2D art or find a way to make 3D art work towards making money, without destroying my back/neck. But every time I even think about studying fundamentals, I just don't have faith that I could improve my drawing skills.

[comicgeekery]

Ok, this took me a few days to finish but I had a lot of fun with it!

<b>It’s Not a Sonic Butt-Plug</b>

“It’s perfectly normal, you know,” Aziraphale said far too brightly. “Just a little game, nothing indicative of me growing bored or less fond of you.”

“I know.” Still, Crowley eyed his husband warily. “Humans have been doing sexy role-plays since clothes became non-optional. ‘Oh, look at me, I’ve got a crown made of twigs! I sure hope no handsome blokes with authority issues come bugger me in the bushes!’ I just...don’t understand where this…<i>specific</i> fantasy comes from.”

Aziraphale huffed. “<i>Well</i>, if you’d listened to me and done a bit of <i>research</i>…”

“The show’s been on for 60 years! I’m not sitting through 60 years worth of a madman in a box fighting bins with plungers on!”

Aziraphale stuck his nose in the air, but didn’t comment further. Crowley frowned. That was too easy. <i>Had</i> he actually just won the argument? Or was his angel just barely holding back a smirk right now?

“In any case,” Aziraphale continued, “I thought the show might not appeal, so I’ve already prepared all the materials you should need.”

And he handed Crowley a small pile of things: a brown pinstripe suit, a few pages of notes, and a grey stick with a light on the end. He wondered if maybe the stick would benefit from a flared base. Then he picked up the notes.

“Right. So, I’m a doctor.”

“<i>The</i> Doctor.”

“Sure. Mysterious doctor without a proper name, who’s also a time-traveler and also an alien.” Crowley paused and raised a lecherous eyebrow. “Any special alien anatomy I should add on?”

He’d meant it as a joke to fluster Aziraphale. But instead Aziraphale was quiet for far too long, staring at Crowley’s chest with thoughtful intensity. “...No,” he finally said. “I think I’d prefer the usual there.”

Crowley smiled uncertainly and went back to the notes. What sort of bizarre alien nipples had he just dodged? He’d thought this was a family show!

“Alright, so you’ve got a few phrases ready for me. Let’s see.” Crowley frowned. “Allonsy?”

Aziraphale brightened. “Yes, but with a bit more verve, my dear!”

“Allonsy.”

“No, be excited! And with a bit more French to it!”

“<i>Allonsy</i>.”

“Ah...maybe try…”

“ALLONSY!”

Aziraphale winced and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s….Let’s just move on, my dear.”

Crowley grumbled. Maybe he <i>should</i> be jealous of this Doctor. He snapped his fingers to change into the pinstripe suit. The fabric felt cheap, but then so did most things compared to what Crowley usually wore. The fit wasn’t bad. Glancing in the mirror, he could tell it was a decent look for him. He held up the little light-up stick and struck a casual pose.

“Ok, I agree to the cheap suit, but I am <i>not</i> on board with whatever not-so-angelic ideas you have with shiny little lightsaber, you hear me?”

He looked away from the mirror and immediately dropped the ‘lightsaber’ in shock. Aziraphale was staring at him with the most overt, laser-focused lust Crowley had ever seen. Suddenly it seemed like a good thing that the suit was cheap. Clearly it was about to torn off him. With angelic teeth.

Crowley gulped.

“Why don’t you finish the script, darling?” Aziraphale said, managing to sound utterly filthy.

Crowley quickly picked up the page again. “Ah… ‘In all my adventures in space and time, I’ve never met someone as clever and beautiful as you.’ Wow, okay. Not going for humble here, are you? ‘Won’t you join me as my companion, but in a low-stakes way where we won’t have to save the world every week?’”

Immediately Aziraphale gasped as though he was actually surprised. “Why, Doctor! I don’t know what to say! How could I <i>possibly</i> leave behind the Earth I love so dearly?”

“Uh…” Maybe the bigger issue with sexy role-play was that Crowley wasn’t very good at improv. “I’m pretty sure my police box thing is bigger than it looks. We could get a nice bed in there and…”

“If <i>only</i> there was something really <i>special</i> you could offer me. A temptation I couldn’t <i>possibly</i> resist.” Aziraphale was looking at him pointedly now, while unbuttoning his waistcoat like an utter tart. It took Crowley a moment to collect himself and look back at the notes.

“‘Well, I know it isn’t much, but I did pull some strings with the Vashta Nerada.’ Whatever that is. ‘You’re welcome to use their planet-sized library whenever you want.’”

Crowley frowned. “Wait, how—NGK!”

Aziraphale crashed into him and the question was soon happily, vigorously forgotten.

The suit did not survive the experience.

Hi lovely people long time no see! Don't worry, in a month or so I will be back feeding you art more often but until then, I finished 1 out of 2 prizes I promised for the winners of my DTIYS challenge 💜 winner asked for Aziraphale making Crowley cosplay the 10th doctor!

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[shythalia]

I almost forgot about this one. lol Again, I did this redesign for fun & for myself. Janna’s nakedness here is based off TB Skyen (on YouTube) saying that he believes she should be naked because that would fit her character design & lore (not exact words, his opinion alone, & wasn’t “me want fan service”). I added wispy clouds on her body for flair. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep those clouds on her design. Also, she wasn’t supposed to have eyeliner here. lol That was done by accident.

[Image’s brightness, along with contrast & saturation, were adjusted to be seen clearly and to look as close to the actual colors as possible. Any blurriness was automatically done by my phone’s camera during capture.]

[bluecrowanxiety]

ART WIP DUMP because life is being a little annoying thing rn so I'll post this and hopefully be motivated to finish this stuff. Without a stylus because it broke like the fragile thing it is. I would say this is making me nervous but I'm well aware where I stand as an artist. I'm aware of my mistakes and I know where to improve next.

Closest to completion, symbiot3 stuff. Need to sought out the lighting and shading and hopefully it'll be done.

The thing that has literally taken ten hours already, Raimi Flash as Agent Venom looking very not okay. I'm trying to replicate my traditional style in this one, hence all the lines. Look at those teeth. This is going take way more hours and hopefully look cool.

The Halloween special I had planned, based on the Halloween episode of the animated Spectacular Spider-man, where Flash wears a cheerleading outfit. Still not happy with how the posturing and anatomy looks, will probably use this as a yearly redo project tho.

Eddie being sus. Very easy for me to get uncomfy drawing so I need to be careful. If anyone had suggestions for his clothes, do say, I can't decide. Lots of mistakes but still in the early stages so there's time to fix things. I am scared of the hand going behind his head.

Andi and Scream in my older style. Was meant to be a quick one session draw but tragedy struck. Now I want to redo her anatomy even though I promised myself I wasn't going to focus on that.

Felicia in her black cat fit and Flash in a black spider-man suit. Also very easy for me to get uncomfy drawing. Planning to draw Spidey's hands as the pov so it's like he walked in on them and they were waiting or something. Still needs proper refining before being lined.

You think I'm done with putting Flash here? WRONG- Live action Flashs as dragons because I have issues and love dragons. When these are finished I am going to explain the designs.

Raimi Flash

TASM Flash

MCU Flash

You think that's it? Nope, them as cats because I wanted to practice cats and revisit my phase of just drawing cats (and dragons) while simultaneously using it as a warm up for the dragons. Cringe.

This is so close to being done and over with but my brain is rude.

[ushiluv]

Late Night Drive 

skate rat!suna x reader 

When you accepted Suna’s confession, you did not know that it also meant accepting to go on a late night car ride with him to the other side of town to vandalize some old skate park that “belonged” to a bunch of guys he didn’t like. (wc: 2330)

warnings 

anal, squirting, overuse of pet names, reader has female anatomy, use of daddy, sex in public but there’s no one around, overstimulation, this is kinda really fluffy, cervix fucking, use of the word cunny, let me know if i missed anything! not proofread yet 

note from the author 

 i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you guys will like it! let me know what i can improve. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” you asked as you sat yourself down on the passenger side of your boyfriend’s car.

“Of course, princess, when have I ever not been sure of something?” he responded with a sly grin on his face.

“ ‘m just saying we could be in a lot of trouble if we get caught.”

“We won’t.” he made sure you put your seatbelt on and started the car “And if we do, you could just show them your tits and-” the punch you landed on his arm stopped him from finishing his sentence.

“You’re horrible.” you mumbled under your breath.

He didn’t respond, opted to offer you a chuckle and a squeeze to your thigh instead.

Suna was quite the phenomenon and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on him prior to his confession. Truth be told, you had no idea he was into you; that’s why his confession came in as such a shock. You thought he was joking, so you lightly laughed when he spilled his heart out to you on a friday afternoon in a park near Inarizaki High. But the frown on his face and broken look in his eyes showed in every way possible that he was, in fact not lying. That’s why you quickly apologized and accepted his confession before admitting your own feelings towards him. You knew what kind of student he was and what he did in his free time, but you had no idea that he would ever drag you down with him in his rebellious tendencies.

After a few minutes of small talk backed up by Suna’s late night music playlist, you two arrived at the infamous abandoned skatepark. He got a bag full of spray paint cans from the backseat and handed you a pretty pink one.

“Thought of you when I bought it” he said after putting a black hoodie on.

A smile appeared on your face. “Oh how romantic of you my dear Rinnie.”

“Shut up.” he grumbled before getting out of the car.

After putting on one of his hoodies that he left purposely in the car for you, you got out and followed his footsteps. The place lived up to its name, it was abandoned. The rails were rusty, the bowls were full of dirt and weeds and the ramps seemed impossible to skate on. But, for some reasons that were unknown to you, not a single graffiti could be found on any surface. Your lovely boyfriend seemed to be the first one who had the idea of giving the palace new colours.  

“Why do people even come here? Seems gross to me.” you said as you took a closer look to the middle of one of the bowls. You swore you could smell death from it.

Suna shook the spray can he was holding. “Dunno.” He took your arm with his free hand and dragged you away from the bowl. “Just know they care a lot about this place for some reason. Come on now, I don’t wanna spend the night here.”

You followed him (not like you had a choice) and got ready to do your own share of damage. Suna giggled as he spray painted dicks and curse words all around the oh-so-important place and you could do nothing else than roll your eyes at his childish actions while you painted neon pink doodles. As you watched him paint a curse word that you were sure could not be found in any dictionary, you realize how deep in love you were with that man. Thoughts about your future together started fogging your brain and you could feel your cheeks heat up at the idea of spending the rest of your days with him.

“Babe look at- What’s wrong?” your arms suddenly flew around his waist and your face found place on his chest.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.”

You felt Suna relax as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too, baby, but look at what I just painted!” he turned you around, excited to show you his new artwork (if you could call it that).

It took about another twenty minutes for him to be completely satisfied with his new art piece. The place was definitely more colourful now, you had to admit that. Suna threw his cans and yours in his backpack and walked back to his car, hand in hand with yours.

He unlocked his door only and threw his backpack in the back as you waited for him to unlock your door so you could get it, but it seemed like he had other plans on how to end the night.

He walked around the car and reached to you, caging you between him and the car, arms on each side of your head.

“What are you doing?” you huffed.

He leaned down and licked the shell of your ear. “Just rewarding my princess for helping me tonight.” he whispered before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

Taking a hold of your shoulders, he moved you onto the hood of his car, bending you down against it. His hand moved from your shoulders to down your spine before finally squeezing your ass through your thin leggings.

“Been so good to me tonight, think you deserve a reward” he gave your ass a light squeeze.

“Y-yeah Rin, please.” it was crazy how that man managed to always make you forget how to talk.

As he knelt down on the concrete, he didn’t care about how you didn’t address him properly, he didn’t care about the little rocks that were digging in his knees through his sweatpants, all he cared about was making you feel good. He pulled down your leggings and panties, down enough for him to have a proper look at your already drenched pussy. He hummed to himself and thanked God, the Universe or whatever divine entity that was the reason for you to be in his life.

He didn’t waste any time and brought a finger to your already gaping hole, playing with it as he watched in awe at how much wetter you were getting from his ministrations.

“My little slut is getting turned on because she’s gonna get fucked in public?” he spoke “You’re so messy, princess, wish you could see this yourself.”

“Ah-” you jolted as you felt a finger penetrate you, “don’t tease me, daddy.”

“ ‘m not teasing, doll, you’re just eager.”

He removed the finger that was just in you and brought it to his mouth, sucking and licking at your juices that stuck to it.

“You always taste so good. Gonna let me have another taste, baby? Gonna let me eat your pretty cunny out in public?”

You whimpered. “Yes, yes yes, daddy please, wanna feel your mouth on me.” the cold metal of the hood started feeling really hot under your burning cheek.

“Whatever princess wants, princess gets.”

Suna gave a lick with a flat tongue to your labia, gathering your wetness in his mouth before wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue switched from playing with your little bundle of nerve to licking your hole. The stimulation drove you crazy, you could feel yourself become closer at every flick of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly removed his mouth from your pussy and switched his tongue for his fingers. The sensation made you squeal from surprise. Three of his fingers were now filling your hole while his thumb took care of stimulating your hardened clit.

“Gonna try something, doll, alright?”

Too busy chasing your high, you nodded eagerly. You had no idea what he was saying, the only information you picked on from his voice was that he asked you a question and you trusted Suna with all your heart. That’s why your whole body jolted when you felt a finger press against the ring of your asshole.

“Rin!”

“Shh, focus on how good I’m making you feel. Can feel you clenching around my fingers, puppy, this is gonna make you feel even better.”

He spat against your hole and allowed the tip of his finger to go past the rim. The sensation was nothing like anything you’ve ever felt before but you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. You only were closer to your climax when you felt his finger try to go deeper.

“Fuck! Daddy!” you screamed as you gushed around his three digits.

“That’s a good girl, fuck.” Suna praised. “Fuck, you never came so hard. I knew that you were a slut but I didn’t know you were such a dirty one.” he teased as he let you ride out your orgasm. “Just need a finger in your other hole to make you squirt, uh?” his dirty words made you whine in protestation, you didn’t even know you could cum like that.

You pushed his hand away when the rubbing against your clit made you feel too overstimulated.

“Stop it daddy… ‘s too much.”

He got up and manhandled you onto your back.

“I know baby, just need to feel you cum around my cock now. Can you do that for me? Gonna be a good doll and squirt on my cock? Promise this will be all for tonight.”

You nodded weakly, still trying to get over the aftershock of the powerful orgasm you just had. He grinned at you and leaned down to kiss your mouth, leaving a small taste of yourself on your lips. His hands reached down for the hoodie you were wearing and the shirt underneath it, he pulled both up enough to have a view on your pretty tits.

“Knew you were not wearing a bra.” he gave a playful pinch to your nipples.

You whined and pushed his hands away before reaching down to the band of his sweatpants to remind him of what he was supposed to do with you.

“You’re so impatient, princess, you’re lucky I love you” he mumbled.

Your heart warmed up at his words, they were like a little reminder that you were his and he was yours. “I love you too, daddy.”

He completely took your legging off and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs. His cock was hard and red, the mere sight of it was enough to make you drool. Bringing a hand around its base, Suna started to run his tip over your puffy clit, allowing his cock to be coated of your wetness.

“You’re so shamelessly messy, puppy.” he moaned as he put the tip in, “and so fucking tight. God, no matter how many times I fuck you- you were made to take my cock, right doll? No one else’s.”

“Hmm- Only yours daddy! ‘Was made to only take you”

He groaned as he bottomed out, the wetness of your previous orgasm making it so much easier. Remembering how hard you came earlier, he started fucking you harder with the only goal in mind to make you gush as hard as he just did. The tip of his cock was kissing your cervix and reaching that one spongy spot only him could reach. You were seeing stars- figuratively and literally.

“Daddy you’re so deep” you moaned.

“I know baby, but you love it right? You love having me this deep. Say it.”

“I love it daddy! No one- no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Satisfied with your answer, Suna didn’t take mercy on you and started pounding harder into your gummy walls. Feeling you clench around him, he spat on your hardened clit and started toying with it with his thumb, just like you liked. The added stimulation only heightened your senses. You could feel everything, from the way his thumb was rubbing circles around your clit to the hard vein on his cock that felt painfully good every time he thrusted into you. Before you knew it, your orgasm started building up in you much more powerful than the one you previously had.

“Da- Daddy ‘m gonna make a mess again.”

“Yeah? Gonna gush around me? Come on pretty I know you can do it, gonna make your pretty little cunny cum.”

His other hand started toying with your hard nipple and that pushed you over the edge, cunt spasming around him and juices squirting on his old black hoodie, you came on the hood of your boyfriend’s old car. You moans were nothing compared to the grunts and groan that left Suna’s mouth, he seemed to be enjoying this more than you did.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” a few more thrust inside your walls were enough for him to spill his load into you.

He leaned down on you and hugged you, chest pressed against yours. You two stayed like that for a second, in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s presence. After a while, he pulled out of you with a wince as he saw his cum spill out of your hole. He was quick to pick up your leggings and panties and helped you put them back on.

“Don’t waste precious cum.” he said as you pulled your leggings up.

“Maybe if you stopped fucking me raw-”

“Shh, you love it.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple and opened the car door for you.

“Get in, we’re getting food.”

You excitedly clapped your hands, ready to spend some more time with him.

“And then we’re going back to my house, really gotta make you squirt again.”

“You’re a fucking perv, Suna Rintarou.”

“You’re in love with this perv.”

You smiled, because that was the complete truth.

na: sorry for the rushed ending im exhausted </3 

[shrikeicee]

SMOKEY ! my boy smokey

so his setting needs some explanation also hes newer so his storys a lot more scattered and incomplete

his universe takes place in one of my favorite games called The Long Dark. its a freezing cold northern canadian island called Great Bear thats experienced a sort of geomagnetic storm thats cut the power everywhere and somehow stopped batteries from working either. in this game, auroras happen every so often during the night but theyre not normal, they fuck with electricity somehow and make it so that power and batteries work again, just for the duration of the aurora, tho

ive meshed together some already existing lore to form Darkwalker. shes an ancient earth spirit of some sort or whatever whose been awoken by the mining and deforestation of great bear and wants revenge on the mainlanders who come just to take.

every aurora, she possesses a vessel of her choosing to kill any mainlander she comes across. its not a random person each time tho, she picks one person and latches onto them and uses them until they die. she doesnt super care about people, she just wants the mainlanders gone.

so smokeys about the 6th or 7th vessel shes had in her couple hundred or so years of activity. once her previous vessel had died of sepsis or whatever, she picked a fresh new vessel, little 8 year old smokey. (she picks vessels younger cause theyre easier to manipulate into doing what she wants outside of auroras, so she can get more mainlanders killed)

darkwalker can do this fun and cool thing with her vessels where she can graft animal flesh to them with next to no consequence, no ones figured out how the hell this works. she uses this ability to quickly heal wounds (smokey gets shot in the leg? shove dear meat into it! he ends up perfectly fine some fucking how). she also uses this to graft animal parts to her vessels, hence why smokey has dear ears, wolf eyes, and dog teeth. shes still testing which build works best :)

she puts the animals bits on him both to improve him as a vessel and to isolate him from other people, which will keep him away from them and closer to her, as his only contact with anything remotely living

so i dont really have a Story yet, just some things that happen here and there

when smokeys 19, he meets earnest whittmore, a lonely fisherman out in bleak inlet (map in the real game). earnest shows this lonely kid a literal scrap of kindness and Oh No Sir Hes Never Leaving You Alone.

now fun fact, earnests wife was killed about 17 years ago by the last vessel of darkwalker. theyd move out to the edge if the island in hopes of evading, but a fishermans salary couldnt afford a house back on the mainland, so darkwalker eventually caught up with her. because of this, earnest tried his hardest not to get attached to smokey, but he was so young and hed just read about those feral kids in europe that morning, so he couldnt resist.

cue to hijinks of fishing dad and feral son thing. being around a normal person with normal people opinions about mainlanders makes smokey doubt that darkwalker is actually right. darkwalkers wants to kill earnest sosososo bad for this but she only has the power to possess smokey during auroras, and earnest HELLA careful with that, he keeps a ward sigil around his house the morning he thinks an aurora will start

enter: huron

hes a mainlander whose bushplane came down jn blackrock (map on the real game) and he got severe brain trauma!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (im playin quick n loose with real human anatomy and i also dont give a shit so bare with me here) he got all fucked up good n proper so his color vision is suddenly shit, so is his general coordination, but he hasnt super noticed cause his memory is now shit ass dookie ! he doesnt really remember what colors look like or that people are usually able to stand without swaying. sounds fun ik.

so anyways, he loots the prison (theres an abandoned prison in the real game map), finds a flare gun and goes to TOWN on the timber wolves and also loose convicts who try to rob him. his sense of morality and self preservation r Gone if u couldnt tell.

so he makes his merry way down to bleak inlet, just kinda wondering around, and along they way he stumbles into smokey!! not during an aurora tho its like mid day. so they smokey throws the first knife and they fight nearly to the death :). smokey almost claws hurons eye out and huron shotguns smokey in the stomach so he has to leave :(.

huron just so happens to make it to bleak inlet and find earnest !! earnest sees this dude stumbling around, tripping over air, and COVERED in blood. he takes huron back to his home and patches him up, he gets to healing for a week before uh oh! smokeys back! earnest has to Plead with them not to kill eachother on his kitchen fucking tiles. he gives smokey soup before kicking him out so huron can heal fully. smokey experiences Jealousy. earnest by full accident ensnares another soul into his web of fatherhood.

eventually huron and smokey learn to chill the fucking fuck out around eachother and go from fighting to the death on sight every month or two to playfully fighting near to the death. they think its enriching. they r like platonic soulmates except instead of being friends they beat the shit out of eachother. cain instinct but u break the dial. i like them so much

thats about it so far, i made smokey some siblings this morning but ive been writing this instead of shoving them in the story. bye

tell me about rocky and smokey

rubs my hands together like a fly sit the fuck down for this

this is part 1 cause i got super lengthy with rocky, ill reblog with smokey soon, theres less about him

so rockys an 1800s bandit cowboy thing. his father was a famous outlaw (rattlesnake) who taught rocky everything he knew about thieving, stealing, and murdering. rocky didnt go to normal people school with normal people kids. as a result hes awkward and doesnt super care about social cues. when he was younger, too young for his father to take him on heists, rocky would spend allday everyday playin out in the woods and foraging for berries n bugs n stuff. enter: marcie.

marcie was born to stuck up, aristocratic parents up in maine. they moved down to kentucky (where rocky is) when she was 8-ish. they keep her cooped up inside all day with schooling, lessons, whatever boring shit they can come up with so she’ll often escape and play in the woods for as long as it takes her parents to find her. one day out in the forest, she meets rocky while his fathers away and theyre instantly best friends (they r the only child the other has ever had prolonged contact with (both only children))

so as they grow up, rocky starts going on heists with his dad, starts getting better and banditing, and starts becoming a Horrible influence. marcie thinks hes the best thing ever. (platonic, theyre both gay) she likes hanging out with him so much cause she thinks hes just so much more interesting than anyone shes ever met and leagues more fun than any of the snooty kids her age that her parents try to get her to hang out with

rocky hangs out with marcie cause shes also a lot different than anyone hes ever met. shes all prim and proper and knows weird skills that he thinks are fun. i have spent far too long on the backstory ok

so theyre 18, and marcie parents want to ship her off to a boarding school to be a doctor or whatever. fuck that. she runs away to bandit with rocky. now rockys dad, alameda is dead by this point, he was killed in a shootout and rockys learned from his dads mistakes. some time passes and rocky n marcie become a fearsome outlaw duo, cottonmouth and screech owl. i dont have any specific scenes that happen here so we’ll gloss over it.

so one day,