#ophelia wip

[inafieldofdaisies]

[konkeez]

WIP ALERT - Currently painti g Anya as John Everett Millais' "Ophelia" and Ive made little to no progress but IM IN THE TRENCHES.

[prettymediocrewizard]

🩸🖤🩸

[omens-for-ophelia]

One of the many entrances to Heaven and Hell is an old turret stair that nobody uses anymore…

has this already been done? …probably. but I can’t get it out of my head so have a lil WIP ✌️❤️

looking at these two side by side, I see a lot of changes to make but trying to be brave about posting messier art this year and not be such a perfectionist

‘Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs’, Frederic William Burton, 1864

[rinavatrix]

my ocs make me go to places i wouldn't even go with a gun

(first time trying to work with grayscale, it's lowkey fun but also lowkey killing me)

[lskamil27]

[ WEEPING ROSEMARY ] ✦ TAA-DAHH! It's been a year since the demo first came out, and since the full game is still in the making...

To celebrate the year, I decided to give the sacrificial offering of my senior thesis PDF of 55 pages of game progress / art / characters !!

If you want to download, here is the [ link ] !!

And because people on twitter voted on it, below will be some of progress that has been made towards the final & such:

Will give a heads up, that some things are censored out & hidden, either through color or black silhouettes! As well as not ALL progression being shown here. This is so not everything is spoiled to you all, so when the full game is released, the gameplay is not ruined.

Character ✦ Progress

Map ✦ Progress

Assets / UI & CG ✦ Progress

Writing ✦ Progress

With now everything shown, I hope you guys enjoy and have lots of fun with what I've shown!

Progress has been slow for me the past three months since I've recently taken up a new job that I'm starting to finally settle myself into, so hoping that means more days of productivity!!

I don't know the date of when I'll be able to release the full game, but I want to say thank you to everyone who have been so patient and kind! I'll be doing my best!!

[thistownisstrange]

I had to post this wip agaiin cause the quality sucked soooo i love this hair on Ophelia!!! this is gonna be part of my strangetown teens drawings <3

[thirea]

Ophelia in some flat colours~

[pingurusama]

He's a bit grumpy but with a bribe of sbiten, he's good to go ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[ars-ceratinus]

Ophelia / Work in progress

[parcai]

shiny pynch, dreamy cows, + school's out <3 | leyendecker study

[fluorescentbalaclava]

Little wip of Ophelia 🌼

[xx-j4nu5-c4t5-xx]

wip update 2, really not looking forward to shading all this stuff :')

colors are working a bit better due to me slapping a bunch of multiply layers on everything (I promise someday I'll actually figure out how to do this stuff myself)

[drawwithsajiri]

I’m sick, so grabbed my little tablet to sketch in bed. I’ve been working on combining my more cartoony and heavy lined style with realistic shading lately. I think I’m cooking here

[thackeroy]

So I went a little hard on my full coverage in March...I'm nearing 25%!

[not-krys]

[Repost] Deep in Thought - Abby & Mozart

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays!

It's only recently occurred to me that Abby and Mozart are sort of birthday siblings (her's is the 24th of January, while Mozart's is the 27th), so in celebration of this realization, I wanted to write a little something for the two of them. Fun fact! Before deciding to want to make her an artist, for her initial concept, I had Abby be a singer instead, inspired by a threesome story in-game with Mozart and Jean. The idea fell through in the end, but I like to keep the Abby is a singer on the backburner of ideas for her and also why she and Mozart somewhat get along, even if it might just be in the background.

Raw, unedited writing down below. Abby is a lil self-deprecating as she has little confidence in herself and her thoughts will reflect that. Also my first time writing Mozart, so his character might be little off. I also copy-pasted the lyrics to the song Abby sings from a lyrics website and the song is in German, which is another language I don't speak, but they are available to look up if you want.

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He was behind me. He was behind me again! The silence from the music room should have been my tip that something was up, but I thought he'd given up by now!

"You." His cold voice startled me, my hands squeezing the poor broom handle to the point of choking, it felt like.

Slowly, very slowly, I turned around to face Mozart, his arms crossed and his elegant brows furrowed. I think even his mole was judging me with the way he was staring.

"Y-yes?" Why did my voice have to come out like that!?

"Music room. Now."

What have I done to deserve this!?

My shoulders shook, feebly holding up my broom taller.

"I-I have chores to-"

"Do them later." Mozart was firm! "Tell Sebastian that I needed you for something."

"Y-yes, sir." I said meekly.

Mozart turned on his heel and headed back into the music room. I followed behind him, trying to keep my movements as quiet as I could. He's told me before that he thought I was loud, and, not wanting to irritate him further, I did my best to be silent. It was easy on the carpeted floor of the hallway, but marble floor of the music room, with no rugs to muffle sound? I felt exposed in a different sort of way, the green walls even feeling intimidating.

Mozart sat at the piano bench, an elegant piece made of white wood and gold accents, flipping out his coat tails to sit more comfortably.

"Leave your broom by the door."

I nodded, setting my once close companion against the door's frame, cradling it with my hands.

"Come closer."

I shuffled closer to the piano, my steps unbearably loud in this space. Was my heart as loud in this room as it was in my ears, I wondered. It wouldn't be surprising if Mozart said I was being loud again and it was my own racing heart he was hearing.

"You were singing the other day while you were cleaning in the room next door to the music room."

He could hear that!?

"S-sorry if I disturbed-"

"It was a song I wrote. Long ago."

His fingers glided gracefully across the keys, playing a familiar melody.

"Y-yes. An Chloë. You wrote it inspired by the poem, right?"

"Correct." He continued to play, seeming to get lost in thought. "Where did you learn it?"

"My auntie." I started, but corrected myself. "Well, one of her previous girlfriends taught it to me when I was young. She always sang it beautifully and I wanted to learn it too, despite knowing no German then."

She was nice, from what I remember of her, Auntie's German girlfriend. Father didn't like her and often got into arguments with Auntie over her. I was really young at the time, so I don't remember exactly what became of her, but I didn't see her after a time and I remembered missing her when she went away.

"Sing it again."

"E-excuse me?!" Say what now?

"Sing it." He repeated, starting the melody over as if it was looping, it was that smooth of a transition.

"I-"

He glanced back my way, as if to say he's not repeating it a third time.

With a brief pause in the music to signal my cue, I took a breath and closed my eyes, praying that whatever came out didn't sound like a screeching cat.

"Wenn die Lieb' aus deinen blauen, Hellen, offnen Augen sieht…"

It was as if a spell was taking over me, remembering a simpler time with Auntie and her German girlfriend at the time. I felt calmer. I know I was butchering the German pronunciation, horribly so, I'm sure. Mozart didn't stop playing though, nor did he say anything to correct me. I tapped my fingers against my leg to keep time, to keep from intruding on the song any more than I already was.

When the song ended, the room was deathly silent.

Mozart, for the first time I've seen him doing it, closed the lid across the keys and stood up.

"Ugh, noisy."

I froze and bit my lip. He was the one who asked (okay, he demanded!) that I come with him here, so  what was the point in-

Then, I heard it.

Applause.

One set of hands at first, then two, three, four more. The more clapping I heard, the redder my cheeks became.

"You're all lurking." Mozart said, irritated. "Move."

I caught eyes with Le Comte standing in the doorway, along with Napoleon, Vincent, Theo, Arthur, Issac, Dazai, and Sebastian all gathered behind him. Le Comte was the last to stop his clapping.

"My, what a lovely performance." He said, his entrance allowing the others to come into the music room as well. I could see the ends of Leonardo's overcoat sleeves sitting just off of the door, while Jean was leaning against the far window with his arms crossed in the hallway.

"You did well, Nunuche." Napoleon squeezed my shoulder, smiling proudly.

"Well, who knew our little dove could sing like that?" Arthur tapped my other shoulder while Theo ruffled my hair.

With all of the compliments I was receiving, my desire to crawl into a pit and hide for eternity grew. Mozart huffed as he stood at the doorway.

"Should have shut the door." he grumbled as we walked down the hallway, kicking Leonardo's coat sleeve out of his way.