#rowen scribbles

[melancholic-rowen]

I drew the first panel in 2021 and decided to finish it. Unfortunately I forgot the plot

Bonus pic of the concept sketches, also from 2021

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and a late birthday doodle for the dianthus dork, Rowen!

[tanya-shiza]

Porcelain Doll // TaNya Era

While I'm actively trying to finish the art about my artifact. Let's talk about that new villain I mentioned in my last post.

The Porcelain Doll named Selén is possessed by a vengeful spirit. The spirit used to belong to a boy named Rowen Stufford. His old father was the owner of a small shop of homemade porcelain dolls.

Little BackStory:

An old man - the owner of a small shop selling homemade porcelain dolls - was finishing his new girl named Selén. His son Rowen Stufford never shared his father's hobbies and helped him create dolls only so that they would not become completely impoverished. In his spare time, he ran to suspicious cultists who promised him to revive his dead mother... Rowen was sitting at his desk, scribbling in his diary.

On that warm orange evening, the killer returned to have some more fun. This time the Stufford family was less fortunate. Monsters killed the father that finished painting Selen's eyes. Out of fear, he dropped the doll on the floor. At that moment, before death, the 17-year-old satanist swore to himself that he would take revenge on Monstrox for everything. Perhaps it was because of this oath that Rowan's embittered and vengeful soul moved into the doll and fell asleep until now.

FunFact1:

Initially, Mr. and Mrs. Stufford were engaged in gardening and made good money, but after the death of wife, Rowen's father sold their garden, which offended his son, and opened a porcelain doll shop. He did it in memory of his beloved, who adored porcelain dolls and dreamed of opening her own shop. Rowen didn't know about this and was careless about his father's dolls and often directly despised the old father, laughing that the dolls are only for girls and that he was crazy to sell their thriving garden. It's ironic that the boy loved his mother more than anything in the world and if he knew about her dream he would gladly open a shop himself. Of course, his father tried to explain everything to him, but Rowan would not listen to anything. He was too busy grieving for his mother and wanting her back.

FunFact2:

• The name Rowen is very similar to the word Rowan. It was in honor of the red rowan trees in the garden that the mother named her red-haired son Rowan.

• The surname of the Stufford family comes from the word stuff, which hints at the not the best state of Dad's family business of creating furniture, so the family continued the family business on the maternal line — gardening.

• Porcelain kinda is consonant with the word - Selén - a chemical that «helps prevent premature aging of the body». A reference to the fact that Rowen's soul stopped aging after being imprisoned in a doll. Oh, well, also Mr. Stafford took it on doctor's registration.

Design

I really tried to change the design, so Selen wouldn't look like Poppy, but i can't do it because of my headcanons about color and it meaning in TaNya Era. For example, cyan is color of sadness, red is anger, irritation, and green is most often revenge, but there are moments with illness, pain, etc.

As we can see, the predominant color is cyan, which is understandable, because of the sad backstory. Red hair is rather pale, more like brown, which shows that there is little left of the Rowen's soul and there is almost no anger. Green ribbons wrap around the entire body of the doll, which indicates that the viability of the doll rests only on the thirst for revenge.

Also, the doll itself has blue eyes, the father wanted to make the doll calm and a little sad, but after the obsession with the vengeful spirit, the eyes turned yellow.

✨BONUS✨

I was working on this post ALL DAY, mostly because in school. And I managed to draw a sketch of Selen.

(I forgot about her big bow on her head and didn't draw ribbons. 😭)

[omnivorousshipper]

Hey friend! Happy Friday! How are you doing? Did you spend a nice week? I watched ocean's eleven and my mind kept going to shobbs and rowen in this setting. Hope you enjoy your Friday friend!

Happy Friday friend! I had an ok week! Full of writing and hw 😭 Also, I'm surprised I've never seen that movie or any of them in the series! I really need to get on that lol. I hope you enjoy your Friday too!

Luke scanned the casino floor and his eyes landed on a man at the bar. Storming up to him, Luke growled

"What the hell are you doing here, Shaw?"

For his part, Deckard Shaw simply raised and eyebrow and took a sip of his drink

"Playing a few games, you?"

Luke narrowed his eyes

"Trying to stop any kind of heist from happening." He snapped

"Oh please." Deckard rolled his eyes. "Are you still on about that?

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Luke hissed. "You're a liar and a thief!"

"Ah, ah. I only lied about being a thief." Deckard pointed out

"I don't care! If I find out you're running heist, I'll be on your ass before you can even blink."

"Nice to see you too, Luke." Deckard smirked and downed the rest of his drink. "I hope we'll be seeing each other more."

He sent Luke a wink before turning around and leaving

Without a second glance, Deckard headed towards the elevators to the hotel rooms above the casino. Entering the elevator, Deckard leaned against the wall and sighed

"Shit!" He hissed and scrubbed a hand down his face

If Luke was here, then their con just got a hundred times harder

The elevator's doors opening brought Deckard out of his thoughts. Stepping out, he headed towards the room he was sharing with Owen and his boyfriend

As he opened the door, he could hear voices

"Damnit, Oh! How the hell are we supposed to do any of this?" Roman shouted in frustration

"Give me a minute! I'll figure it out!" Owen shouted back

Sighing again, Deckard stepped further into the room and saw paper all over the place, with a whiteboard covered in random scribbling

"Having fun?" Deckard asked drying at the two men standing in the middle of the chaos

"No!" They snapped at the same time

"You said this was going to be an easy job. Not im-freaking-possible!" Roman complained

"We'll make it work! So, stop bitching at me!" Owen hissed and turned back to his plan

"The only way any of this is going to work is if we do a dozen cons at the same time to pull this off!"

Owen froze at that and turned to Deckard slowly, who didn't like the look in Owen's eyes

His little brother just got an idea that could easily be either the best thing to happen to them, or was going to go so badly, they would no doubt wind up dead

"Now that," Owen smiled. "Might just work."

It was as if Owen had gotten a shot of energy because he started writing on the whiteboard frantically.

"What?" Roman looked frantically between the brothers. "Owen, what the fuck are you planning?"

"A dozen cons."

"Owen no!"

"Owen yes!"

Facepalming, Deckard wasn't sure how he got caught up in this. Not only did he have to work with his brother and his boyfriend, but now he had his ex chasing after them

There was no way they were getting away with this

Hope you enjoyed friend!

[artofchristygrace]

Day 76/100 of the #100dayproject and my #100daysofscribblesketch This scribble was done by my friend's daughter, Rowen M.<3 #art #artofchristy #artist #artistsoninstagram #watercolor #dragon #rose #cute #madison #fitchburg #wisconsin #wisconsinartist

[melancholic-rowen]

Baby jr doodle dump!

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I tried my hand at making comic covers for Cass apocalyptic series. I had so much fun with this I might do more!

[melancholic-rowen]

Love your art! 💕 btw how come your Casey Jr has pink eyes?

THANK YOU ❤️

That's because I have a krang!Casey AU that I've been working on for a little over a year now. I have a really bad memory, and sometimes it was hard to tell when if I was trying to draw cannon Casey or my AU Casey. It made it easier to tell which folder to organize stuff into later down the line. Sometimes it easy to tell the difference like here

At the beginning of the au casey is 13 and short, the difference is night and day. But there was a time where this was supposed to be a cannon compliant-ish AU and it wasn't so easy for me to tell in early drawings of AU!Casey like here

Without the pink eyes I would've absolutely thought that this was a post move outfits ideas for cannon Casey XD. That and I think it's neat! It kinda shows a bit that there's something up with him

[melancholic-rowen]

Doodle dump because I keep forgetting to post

[champagneandparacosm-archive]

She hated people. They were loud and rude and way too many treated her like a child. The only reason she put up with them was because she liked sex way too much to give it up, addicted as Jane would tell you. She didn’t like excessive touching and certainly didn’t make a habit of touching strangers faces. But this was no ordinary person, hunter a special case. Rowen had only ever met one other with voices such as his, her mind a scattering mess of broken glass and shards trying to cut her. Rowen had to be careful when playing with the mind. It was a dangerous thing.

Which is why rowen gently placed her thumbs against his temples, eyes shutting tightly as she was met with insanity. She never could grow used to it, the sudden loud screams and taunts, her heart panicking in a stammer. She hated loud noises. She couldn’t stand to be crowds. And this- his mind was a big black hole sucking her in and trapping her. She took a slow breath, calming her nerves as she sorted through it all. It was invasive and rather rude in her opinion, taking and seeing everything... all of his memories. All of his hopes, dreams, information. She had it all in the palm of her hands. Though he gave her permission, she still felt like she was intruding, trying not to dig into anything too personal.

It was like a hurricane, the woman trying to listen to the faint scream coming from his consciousness. She could see a range of colors, all blinding in hot, fiery spirals. None purple, all mixing into one black deafening roar. Her heart broke for him, pushing further, pushing herself farther. She felt a pain in her chest, like the air was being stolen from her. Stopping now though would be worthless. She didn’t know yet what she was looking for, unable to hear the utterance of purple. It took a minute, Rowen clenching her jaw as she tried to connect through his consciousness. Finally, she broke through the block, her voice silencing all other voices until there was silence. She let out a breath, relishing in the calm, never before having been so happy to not hear voices. Her eyes fluttered open, hands dropping as they tremored violently, a side effect of overexurtion.

“Purple” she whispered, swallowing the lump in her throat as she leaned back in her chair, the dog giving a low Yelp, sensing her fatigue. She waved weakly at the canine, “dog, water.” Her palm went her rub at her head, a dull throb beginning at the front of her head. The dog, on command, hurried to the fridge in the back of the shop, where he grabbed at the rope tied tot he handle, pulling the fridge open and taking a bottle of water on the bottom shelf, running back to drop the water in her hand. “Shut the door, door!” She pointed towards the back again, the dog disappearing to finish his task. She always hated how he never learned to shut the door when at the fridge, the animal somehow stuck on waiting for another command. In her opinion he should have been taught to finish it. She was fucking blind. How was she supposed to know if the door was then completely shut! If Jane had never told her, she wouldn’t have known.

“I just need a minute... usually i don’t have to silence a hoard of elephants.” She said with a dry sarcasm, not the most sensitive person in the word. She grew quiet, sipping her water as she stared off, making sure her eyes were turned away to not be ‘looking’ at him. “Scribbly, huh?” She turned her head back towards his direction. “Feel any better at least?” She snorted, smile slight and uncommittal, still reeling from the use of her ability.

champagneandpools​:

Oh, he was one of those. The type that didn’t believe in her ability. To be honest she couldn’t blame him. She never believed in it either, simply thought she was a freak blind girl who talked to herself. Her eyes shifted slightly to where his voice came from, adjusting her gaze so it wasn’t completely off kilter. She knew that it didn’t matter, but she didn’t like to seem disabled. She could manage on her own. She didn’t need nor want anyone else’s help. Even this dog wasn’t her idea but her mother’s, insisting she needed one to guide her everywhere. She preferred cats. They were self sufficient for the most part. They cared about their space and liked down time. It was perfect to her who wasn’t much of a hugger.

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[melancholic-rowen]

Does anyone have tips on how to introduce an AU that isn't almost exclusively dropping spoilers out of context? I'm struggling over here T~T

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I having a lot of fun making a bad future Casey design

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Donnie!

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I have no context for this