#so i must try and replicate that in this design

[screamofdespair]

山本泰一郎 Yasuichiro Yamamoto is a veteran artist who has been working on Detective Conan since 1996 and has directed many memorable episodes, such as The Mountain Villa Bandaged Man Murder Case, The Mist Goblin Legend Murder Case, The Night Baron Murder Case, and many more.

Back then, the series director was こだま兼嗣 Kenji Kodama (1–118). After Kodama left his position, Yamamoto took over the director role and continued delivering memorable episodes (118–332). He later took a long hiatus but returned to direct the series starting from episode 667 and continues to serve as the director of the Detective Conan anime to this day.

山本泰一郎 Yasuichiro Yamamoto storyboarded and directed episodes #927 and #928 - The Scarlet School Trip (#1000 to #1005 in the manga)

Despite the limitations and the lack in some departments such as the art direction or the color design, which have made it difficult to create a strong atmosphere for several years (it's still the case today), and despite the heavy workload, Yamamoto managed to make the two 40-minutes episodes both interesting and different from what we are used to, offering a different perspective given the constraints.

Rather than attempting to create something with a variety of different shots and opting for a contemplative atmosphere showcasing the beauty of Kyoto during the dialogues, Yamamoto used a significant amount of effects based on the manipulation of the layers in the composition of the scenes (the parallax effect). Since there were many conversation scenes, the director ensured not to overwhelm the viewer with many static face drawings where only the mouths would move, choosing instead to replicate a more dynamic feeling to compensate for the lack of strong character acting animation. Simple, yet very effective and eye-pleasing.

To avoid deviating too far from the main theme, which is the "school trip," many shots emphasize the feeling of constantly being surrounded and almost cramped by the Kyoto residents who live in the area, the students, the tourists, those staying at the hotel, the police later and so on. Either the main characters are in the background with people in front of them, or they are in the foreground surrounded by people behind them. With that philosophy in mind, every drawing of random people becomes important, it's even a must. There are only very few moments where Shinichi is left alone on the screen. This realistic framing also prevents Sera, for example, from interfering too much in his life while trying to get answers to her questions. Even when he is alone, there are always random people around him. Heiji, who is simply there to help his friend, is also framed that way, and the same goes for Momiji. The feeling of being cramped is present even in the smallest alleys.

Throughout the episodes, the director doesn't hesitate to use close-up shots to establish a sense of needed intimacy between Ran and Shinichi. This is perhaps my favorite aspect of the two episodes, the focus on specific parts of the body and precise gestures to convey certain emotions, to build up the final scene. It's a way to update the characters and show their current state in a subtle manner and also a form of visual storytelling. This approach feels particularly powerful for a chapter that needed to be adapted this way. It's something that i find generally impactful when used in different medias, and something that was especially lacking in the chapters.

Cool color change and clean rotation.

Some storyboard sketches by the director :

Basically, with this post, I wanted to say that the director, despite all the constraints, managed to create two very complete episodes with a clear vision. Of course, the episodes aren’t perfect, there are some janky moments and weak drawing/corrections here and there. Directing isn't just about putting beautiful shots on screen with crazy angles and things like that, it's also about knowing how to adapt and create something coherent while sacrificing certain aspects (in his case). For example, I find that the TV Special Episode One, also directed by him, much more polished than these two episodes. In any case, he deserves respect!

[minervamagicka]

[SSO Conversion] Sheepskin Pad

For the SSO Dressage Saddle only!

Can't stress this enough, it will ONLY fit that saddle as it was designed to do so, even in SSO! That being said, versions to fit the Realistic & the EA Fit versions of said saddle are included :>

...Anyhow, an addon! This is a Saddlepad Overlay, meaning it will replace the default white pad on the SSO Dressage Saddle, but it will also add a little 3d sheepskin pad to it that I meshed based on the SSO textures to make it a bit more 3D. The swatches (~7) all come directly from SSO!

DL, info, etc. under the cut!

By myself & Schrodcat @ DA 🖤

Choosing a Version

Note: If you've already read this from the SSO Dressage Saddle you can safely skip! You should just grab the count version that matches whatever you installed for the Dressage Saddle.

First things first; in the download folder there are two different .rar files to choose from. One is labelled Highpoly and the other is labelled Maxispoly. YOU MUST CHOOSE ONE. THEY WILL OVERRIDE EACHOTHER IF YOU INSTALL BOTH HIGHPOLY AND MAXISPOLY TOGETHER.

The Highpoly version of the saddles is based on the original mesh resolution of SSO (Clocking in at ~4500 polys on LOD0 )which is why we have labelled this version as Highpoly. We offer it primarily for simmers who plan to be taking screenshots vs actually playing the game for extended periods of time, or for those with stronger PCs.

The Maxispoly version of the saddle is a decimated version of the mesh intended to be more in-line with Maxis polycounts, and therefore be more performance-friendly. It's about 50% less dense in polys than the Highpoly counterpart (LOD0 on the Maxispoly clocks in at ~2,339 polys), however it is still higher-poly other EA meshes. YMMV!

Custom Thumbnails appear as follows, with the version made to fit the EA-specific Dressage Saddle labelled as such! If you try to use the Realistic one with the EA saddle and vice-versa, the halfpad WILL look wonky!

Terms of Use

Credit/link to me AND Schrodcat AND note it is a conversion from SSO if you intend to edit, replicate or otherwise use this .package, meshes & textures as a base for your own derivative work. Additionally, at this time, we both ask you do not backport this model or its' textures to TS3.

Do not sell or post behind a paywall, even a timed one. This tumblr is anti-paywall to the extreme. This includes any content that might be created under Rule One. Do not do this. I will think you are an asshole. I have had issues with this in the past and my tolerance for it is absolutely zero. Additionally this asset is exported from a copyrighted game with the intention of it being used transformatively for derivative fanworks; it may be actually illegal to profit from it!

Do not reupload. If you let me know if there's an issue with SFS, I'll reupload it myself. Please link to this post or to the .package on SFS when sharing.

Credits: SSO for the textures; Schrodcat with fitting the meshes & testing/screenshots, me with meshing the 3d halfpad using the SSO textures for reference & for putting it all together into one diabolical package.

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[redbean-nom]

Designs for adult versions of the clone cadets in bad batch as Rebellion leaders

The first weird thing I noticed was that they kept specifying that tbb are "defective CTs", whereas iirc most other clones leave out the "ct" part. additionally, "special training" must have been a reasonably expected occurrence for them, since it was used as the Hemlock-jungle-lab excuse. they're also, oddly enough, the only three survivors from a base full of both cadets and adult clones. and finally, all three of them have noticeably different face shapes.

so my guess for their origins is that they're the results of the kaminoans trying to replicate tbb's mutations in a commando template, making them all specialized CC command cadets. From what we've seen of them, they don't seem to have quite as prominent abilities as say, wrecker or hunter, but are definitely above average to have survived that long.

Anyways the mini-backstory for them here is that they end up joining the rebellion around 5 years later (assuming that they're 6/12 and 8/16 in tbb s3, they would be 11/22 and 13/26 here) as the lead squad for the clone rebel cell after rex, wolffe, and gregor retire (and echo and cody are presumably dead).

Bonus: I originally had Deke's hair as dyed blond, but then he started looking too much like Rex (esp with the jaig eyes and partial arc armor) so I changed it back

edit: sorry i forgot to tag spoilers at first! it has since been fixed

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I don’t know a lot about Lethal Company.

Can I request a Reader who’s eerily good at imitating the “Yippee!” sound the Hoarding Bugs make? To the point, they can almost have full blown conversations by simply saying Yippee at different tones and volumes. And, their (crewmates, fellow employees?) are just wondering how the Reader is still freaking alive. Maybe they start branching out to try and replicate the sounds the other monsters make too. (Secretly, they have been designated the Hoarding Bug… Ruler from the sheer “negotiations” they have said without meaning too.)

This cracked me up ghshfh the "yippee" thing is from a mod but I love the idea of it being accepted as canon

.......

"Yippee!"

"Yippee?"

"Ah, Yip-Yippeeee!!!!"

"What in god's name are you doing?"

"I'm uh...communicating with the local bug population?" Turning around, you looked at your fellow employee, flask in-hand.

It was an utterly worthless item compared to the fancy lamp the hoarding bug in front of you was hanging onto.

You were determined to return to the ship with it by any means...and you may have just discovered the most unconventional way of doing so.

One that didn't involve getting blood on your hands, nor on the bug's hands

"That lamp can set us well above quota!" You exclaimed. "Just give me a moment and I'll secure it. We're working on negotiations."

"...you're gonna get yourself killed." They shook their head, frowning underneath their helmet at your "plan". "If you really think that thing will understand anything you say-"

*clunk*

You both jumped a little, seeing that the creature dropped the lamp at your feet, before it looked back up at you.

It held its arms up, clearly waiting for you to honor your part of this negotiation.

"Yippee!"

"Yippee? Yippee!" With a small laugh, you handed it the flask before it scurried back into the darkness, cradling it.

"See? Easy does it." You picked up the lamp with two hands, sighing at your shocked crewmate's expression. "What? I'm just doing whatever it takes to meet the quota. That's our job, right?"

"I'm starting to think you're actually a hoarding bug in disguise." They muttered, turning on their flashlight as they checked the ceilings for snare fleas.

"Well luckily I'm not. Let's go. It must be close to midnight."

"As you wish....'o'mighty Hoarding Bug Ruler.."

"What was that?

"....nothing."

"Next time maybe I can imitate a Bracken by shaking around one of our plants-"

"Please don't."

[mdhwrites]

THE. HERTA.

The writers from the Intelligentsia Guild wanted to give me an extra title. Something like "Herta Prime" to separate me from my puppets. How banal. Are the puppets not "me" as well? So, I gave them a suggestion — if they dared to write that, then I would call myself THE Herta. It's short, simple, straight to the point, and elegant.

Esteemed member #83 of the Genius Society, human, female, young, beautiful, attractive. It's said that she lives in the far edge of the Cosmos, almost never leaving. Sounds like her appearance this time... must be to deal with an issue that has to be handled herself, right?

Image and above text taken from Hoyo's English account on Twitter.

OH MY GOD I'M HYPED! And just this alone already feels right. I'll admit when I first saw her I went "Teen Lisa" at the design... But it's a teenager which is kind of major to me. Framing her that young fits exceptionally well with who she has been throughout the entire game. Hear me out:

When we first meet her, she's a petulant, uncaring brat who just wants to play with her toys and hardly cares for people who don't make her life more fun. A bad ending to Star Rail's beginning is sticking around and Herta losing interest in you because of the lack of change. All she cares about is her simulated universe.

By the time Ruan Mei is there though, she's spent a lot more time at the Space Station than she ever has before. She now has a group of peers she has been working with for a long while, something implied she hasn't done really, much like Ruan Mei. But instead of just taking charge and telling the others what geniuses they'll recruit, she's asking for input, wanting their thoughts, stuff like that. She is learning her game is more fun with more players.

A sidequest in Penacony pushes her the next step where she is given a heavy weight. A weapon used to destroy entire star systems. She doesn't mock the scientist, the gift or the weapon like she might have at the start. She treats the Stellaron in us as just a weapon to be played with after all. No, she solemnly tucks it away for later, respectful of the wish that someone who can maybe use it for good have it. It's a responsibility that she must accept, properly, with no one like Asta to shirk it off to. Instead of trying to ignore it though, she treats it with respect.

Finally, we have the Unknown Domain which has a LOT to it about Herta potentially opening up due to it being about something so critical to who she is... But the one I want to zoom in on is the ending. For someone who saw themselves as so high and mighty, who theoretically treats the universe as a curiosity to be replicated, who can only be interested in the strange and unknowable, the curiosities of existence... She gives a mundanite comfort. Thanks someone who could never approach her understanding for giving her the first step into being who she is. She knows it's a simulation but she feels that weight enough to feel the need to thank the simulation regardless.

And now she deems something so important that she comes herself? What could that possibly mean? She needs to kiss Ruan Mei? I can't even begin to properly guess but I am excited to put it mildly because we have gotten to see this teenager, some loli bait doll, become a young woman and now we'll get a physical manifestation of it and I LOVE IT.

Also, just a shout out to the description perfectly explaining why she's Ice Erudition again. "The puppets are me." So why would she be anything other than just a refined, perfected version of the puppets? Also she uses a keyblade/staff which makes the Kingdom Hearts fan in me happy and I'm just SO curious what we're going to see with her. A Herta who summons other Hertas? Does she spin with the key? Is the portal cat an actual thing to her? GIVE ME MORE INFORMATION STAR RAIL!

But for now, I am just excited to let my mind expand thanks to this first turn of her key to let us see who she will be. I just hope it's as exciting when she opens the door properly. See you next tale.

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A reminder my asks are open and I'd love questions about Star Rail or even story ideas! I struggle more with concepts to write about for Star Rail far more than I wish I did and I'd love to hear your all's thoughts for a font of inspiration.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

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And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[nachocheezos21]

ah fuck i can’t fight off the urge to overshare—

Sebastian Solace as a would-be Lark in the fields of Meadowlark 🌾🐤

“In the Fields of Yore, word spoke of a man living in the outskirts of town. Not many know of his name nor where he came from; only recognising him with that strange-looking mask that bore resemblance to what the fishermen would find floating from the deep trenches. Many were familiar with him as he is known for selling items to his fellow wanderers in exchange — not for gold — but for maps and scrolls.

People would often see this stranger sitting on a crate of goods, strumming his mandolin as he quietly sung to himself. Songs of the past, one must assume; when he was still young and bright and fill of innocence.”

i cannot write for shit but hey !! lark!sebastian is real !! if anyone can’t tell, i just smashed my fingers onto my keyboard and try my best to make it sound logical (my only focus is on the design DFJKSDFJKJ)

i wanted to try and resemble his original design so i did my best to replicate that while adding my own twist to it. wanted the tail to be a reference hence the design on the back and the silly looking boots. i didn’t add this in bc i forgot but bc of the nature of the au, i had to compromise and give him a mandolin (originally was gonna choose the guitarlele but the lark already use the guitarlele and idk much about string instruments)

anyways enough about that, have a drawing of lark!seb singing hartebeest

[probablyaparadox]

Ok ever since I watched sonic 3, I’ve had this thought stuck in my head. Honestly even before I watched the movie.

So as eggman says, he considers his robot designs fairly unique- only replicable by dear old grandad. This isn’t that significant, and frankly just implies that we’ll have some eggman iteration that made the metal sonic, many people thinking our robotnik lived. But I think whoever made metal sonic has been active for a long time. Evidence?

The knuckles tv show obviously. Now it would be awkward to make the knuckles show a must watch, but it’s not out of the question to do some fore-shadowing. Which brings me to everyones favourite (or least favourite) episode 4.

This scene was overall amazing imo, but I couldn’t get this frame out of my head when I first saw it. Because those are bee robots. Eggman’s beebots. Not just in other media but IN the movies, mind you in the classic colours movie eggman uses.

This is interesting to me for 2 reasons:

this is a flashback. This happened long before knuckles met Eggman, and possibly even before Eggman met sonic.

These robots despite being very similar, are coloured (assuming the puppet model is accurate), and the body shaping is more animal like compared to Robotnik’s, similar to how metal sonic seems to differ from eggman’s usual robot design.

So what does this mean? Basically nothing unless anyone else has a theory to apply this to, but I think it shows that whoever the gang fights in the next movie has been terrorizing sonic, knuckles, tails and Amy’s planet for a long time now, and the events of the previous movies led them to find sonic, and study him, to try and replicate him. And whoever this is is not be the good ole doctor Eggman we’ve known.

[salt-clangen]

Moon 3

Newleaf

I’ve included some descriptions of herbs and their uses in this update, but I take artistic liberties with my writings on herbs and medicine in warrior cats. So please DO NOT REPLICATE ANYTHING IVE WRITTEN.

Herbal medicine has a place in the veterinary world, but should only be done by veterinarians in a clinic with integrative medicine.

Sorry for the rant but I’m a vet tech of 12 yrs and I’m traumatized.

It’s much warmer than usual when Wolfpaw set off for a hunting patrol. Newleaf meandering into greenleaf. The dawn hunt had been unsuccessful and she ended up gathering craft materials and a few herbs she recognized. Lynxkit had been excited to see the supplies, she was particularly proud of her crafting abilities and Wolfpaw wondered if that should be her role as an adult. But now with the sun high and blazing, the kit had wisely stayed in the den for a mid day nap.

Soon it would be too hot to patrol midday, she mused as she looked back at the dozing kit with jealousy.

Wolfpaw was tempted to join her, the heat affecting her even with her short, light coat. But she knew it was more important to hunt, it was hard processing and cooking all their meals, she couldn’t afford to fall behind. Still, she moved slowly, blaming the heat for her lethargy, she trailed around the pools in the center of camp. The tide was out, so she had a great view of everything in the water. Curiously, she dipped her paw in, the ocean water was always cold and salty, leaving behind a weird texture on the fur. Today though it was a relief from the heat, she sighed pleasantly, stirring the paw idly.

Staring into the water languidly she noticed some strange colored rocks. Purple was an uncommon color in Duskclan but it had been her mother’s favorite. She tentatively hooked a claw in the oddly shaped rock, it had ridges and a symmetrical design, she fished it out onto the sand beside her. It was even more unusual out of the water, brittle, hollow, and smelling like fish but also not. It made her think of the crayfish she’d had with an oakclan apprentice at her first- her only- gathering.

She turned it over, observing it intently, bringing her nose down to nudge it, waiting for something to happen. It was like a snail shell, too boney to eat, but perhaps she could cook it for broth like her old clan had done with bones or bark. Observing the pool again she plucked out a second weird shell thing and even snatching a few small fish.

Wolfpaw felt a little giddy at the prospect of cooking something new, eating the same food over and over was very boring. Even in Duskclan they ate mostly the same food each day, it would be nice to try something new. Anything new.

She took a small pot- they now had 4!- by the wicker handle and went to the East river for fresh water. In no time she was back to camp, her sluggishness gone. A quick check to see Lynxkit still napping, giving her time to experiment.

After simmering the pot for a while she checked on her concoction to discover that the shells had popped open. They had a small joint keeping the two halves connected, but the inside was exposed, like a cat yawning wide. With a long stick, she carefully pulled one shell out, adding in the fish and stock bones from previous kills. She had to let it cool down but once it did she was surprised to find a bit of flesh inside.

Huh, if the shell is like a cat yawning then this must be like the tongue, she thought.

It took a few tries to get the morsel pried off the shell, but when she did she was rewarded with a burst of flavor and juices. Some ran down her chin, making her lick her lips and chest. The bite was small, only the size of a cat’s paw pad, but it felt warm and solid in her stomach.

Inspecting the soup, she fished out the other shell as well. The fish she’d added was sliced and still cooking but the broth looked and smelled appetizing. She ate the other morsel, feeling a little guilty she didn’t share with Lynxkit, but it wouldn’t be a good idea for both of them to get sick if this delicious bite ended up being toxic. She dropped the shells back into the pot, maybe they can still add to the flavor. Licking her lips again, she settled into a loaf position to wait for the soup to finish.

It’s been several days since Wolfpaw discovered that the clams in the tidal pools could be eaten and since then she’s had an extra spring in her step. After 2 days of no upset stomach or signs of poisoning, she shared the news with Lynxkit and together they ate a few of the delicious shells. She was right that the inedible, empty portions could still be used to make broth, even learning that they can go ever further than traditional bones and be reused several times.

It was nice to have a broth option again with her meals, it felt like home. She and her siblings had always preferred drinking broths with their meals over teas, which had baffled their mother who was a staunch tea lover.

The memories made her smile more than flinch for once. She idly wondered how her family was, but focused again as she was exited camp.

Despite the new culinary addition, Wolfpaw knew they couldn’t over hunt the clams or rely on them solely for food. Proper prey would still be needed, though she was giddy at the idea of what else she could find and eat in the tide pools. As she walked along the rocks, watching the tide come in before the sun sets, she felt a tail run along her back and sides.

With a yowl she turned, but faced only empty air. She hopped along the rocks, scanning the area for intruders and puffing her small coat up. Then the feeling returned and she saw the cause.

Hello, the cat spoke, Wolfpaw could see their mouth move, but the words sounded more inside her head than aloud. The stranger’s pelt was gray but coated with stars and almost see through.

“This is Saltclan territory,” She hissed. “Leave now.” It felt silly trying to threaten an obviously dead cat. But she wasn’t sure what to do.

Hmm, the cat blinked fondly and Wolfpaw wondered if they’d ever met. You’re right, this is Saltclan’s territory, I’m proud you’ve done so well.

The words echoed in her head again, louder, and she had to flatten her ears and shut her eyes for a moment. Her claws dug into the rock below to try and ground herself.

Sorry, I know this is a lot. My name is Nettletuft. I’m so proud of you, Wolfpaw.

The apprentice choked back a small sound of surprise, eyes wide again. She looked up.

“Really?” She asked. “Even though I ran away.”

You took action and saved Lynxkit. What you did that night and every moment since has been very brave. Wolfpaw looked at her paws, so much smaller than the other cats, she didn’t feel brave at all. The cat’s image flicked for a moment in the wind and she felt panicked.

“Why’re you here?” She asked quickly.

To guide you, starclan gave you a difficult task, leaving your birth clan and family with Lynxkit. But it’s not over. Their eyes met and Wolfpaw felt a sense of dread spread through her chest. You must journey to the Moon spring and commune with Starclan. Then they will tell you the clans future.

“But I’d have to go through Duskclan to get there! Why can’t you just tell me now?” She cried as the wind picked up.

You must go, it is the only way to ensure Saltclans future. The clan won’t survive if you don’t.

“The clan? You mean Lynxkit.” Wolfpaw said slowly, trembling a bit at the thought. “You mean that if I don’t go, something bad will happen to Lynxkit!”

You will understand more when you go to the Moon spring. More voices joined Nettletuft’s now.

“Are you threatening to hurt a kit just to make me do something that could risk both our lives?” She hissed, hackles rising again.

No! Nettletuft’s voice became a hundredfold at once, rattling Wolfpaw’s skull and she had to press against the ground to avoid falling over. The dead cat becomes nearly corporeal now, stalking towards her. Avoiding your destiny not only puts Lynxkit’s life in danger but your future clan mates. You cannot go on like this, you must receive our message.

Slowly as the cat spoke the voices faded down to only one. Just like the night she found the clan’s camp. Wolfpaw blinked tears out of her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations and stress. Nettletuft’s head pressed against hers, still hunched on the ground. She felt a wave of complex emotions pass through the touch, settling into a warmth of comfort.

You will find a way to us, they spoke. You have too.

Lynxkit didn’t wanna nap, she wanted to go with Wolfpaw to hunt, but the apprentice had told her firmly to stay in camp. But that was so boring, while alone she spent some time moping and muttering to the empty camp. Finally her secret tantrum passed and she trotted around the dens, looking for something to do.

While Wolfpaw and her usually sleep together in the den furthest from the pools, the camp had several unused dens. She enjoyed tracing shapes and glyphs into the sandy floors. In one of the dens, the overturned tree trunk covered in lichen curtains, she found some plants in the far corner.

Herbs. Wolfpaw had brought them back a few days ago and scolded Lynxkit when she tried to weave one into her basket. These were special plants, the apprentice had said. They help us when we’re sick.

How? Lynxkit had asked, causing the older cat to deflate and admit she didn’t know. But she’d recognized a few while out hunting and took them back. After being left in the den for a few days they were mostly dried out, but still held their fragrant scent.

Lynxkit carefully pulled them out into the clearing, the afternoon sun was a pleasant warmth on her back. She stared at the leaves for a long while, as if the herbs themselves would speak to her.

This one here is rose hip. A starry paw pointed to the red buds that were shriveled from the heat. If you make it into a drink, it’s good for upset tummies and keeping healthy cats from getting sick.

Lynxkit met the kind gaze of the deceased cat, they blinked at each other fondly. Clouddawn had visited her once before, in her dreams, making the kit think maybe she did take that nap after all.

“And this one?” She pointed to one with long stems and narrow leaves.

Rosemary, good for inflammation and appetite. The cleric purred, at Lynxkit’s head tilt she went on. Appetite is when you’re hungry and wanna eat. Inflammation is when our bodies fight off sickness and injury, like when you’re sick and sneeze out gunk. The kit giggled at that.

Or when you scrape your paw and it gets warm and swollen. That’s inflammation, but sometimes the body does it for too long which is bad so this herb helps your body stop. Lynxkit nodded along, then nudged another plant.

“Wolfpaw says this is sage.” She said with confidence.

That’s right, do you know what it’s used for? Clouddawn curled around the kit now.

“Ummmm tummies?” She shrugged, the cleric purred with amusement.

It is used in cooking for flavor, but for clerics it’s for infections. That’s when germs get inside your body and makes you sick. It’s why you don’t eat raw or rotten food. Lynxkit giggled again, luxuriating in the sun and attention, this impromptu lesson was exactly what she’d needed.

“Do you think I’d be good a cleric?”

I think you’d be an amazing cleric. Clouddawn said dreamily, Lynxkit wished she could fully feel the cleric against her, but the gentle comfort that enveloped her was pleasant.

“What about this one?” She nodded towards some silvery leaves left over. Clouddawn makes a face like she smelled carrion.

Get rid of it, it’s toxic and can make you sick. It’s called wormwood and clerics used to use it for worm infestations but it’s easy to eat too much. You could even die if you’re not careful. Lynxkit feels a chill at the thought, that Wolfpaw could’ve gotten hurt while gathering it.

“I’ll bury it when Wolfpaw gets home.” She yawned, finally feeling ready for her nap. “Is that why you visited me? To make sure I didn’t eat it?”

Partially, The cleric’s laugh was distant as her eyes felt heavy. Wolfpaw is meeting Nettletuft right now so I figured I could visit you.

Lynxkit smiled, curled up on the warm sand, the thought of Wolfpaw meeting with a Starclan cat made her happy. As she slept, Clouddawn remained sentry over her until she eventually faded in the dying light.

Characters:

Wolfpaw- a white tabby molly with short fur, heather blue eyes, and a notch in her right ear. 9 moons. Apprentice. Saltclan. Nervous, compassionate, oddly observant.

Lynxkit- a blue point molly with long fur and blue eyes. 4 moons. Saltclan. Quiet, sweet, quick to help.

Nettletuft- a grey and white nonbinary cat with medium fur and amber eyes. 101 moons living. 68 moons in death. Artisan. Oakclan. Calm, thoughtful, great speaker.

Clouddawn- a white molly with medium fur and blue eyes. 52 moons living. 23 moons in death. Cleric. Honeyclan. Loving, shameless, great healer.

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[ghostlysleuth]

Do you have any tips for when designing poc characters?? Like what not or to do, etc.

this is massively edited down to just keep the essentials. this isn't going to be as explicit as you were maybe wanting but saying "don't draw black characters this way, don't draw asian characters that way" isn't something i wanna do because it's not a good feeling to review a list of offensive design practices from a trauma standpoint and likely wouldn't be for any other people of color reading.

study from real photos.

really, any set of photos of people of color work but if you want a resource where people are not models nor actors that have been plucked up for their marketableness, here's a good site: Humanae — Angélica Dass (angelicadass.com) it's a photography collection associated with pantone to showcase diversity in shades of skin.

study faces within a group.

no two ppl look the same and character design is about showcasing this through certain features.

from these, study how much differently color works for melanated/non-white skin.

again, it's different for everyone even within groups. admittedly this is only something you'd need if you have a more in-depth or painterly style, but still. avoid grayish base skin tones. the aforementioned site is actually great for this.

LOOK INTO RACIST CARICATURES.

literally, people wouldn't find themselves "accidentally" slipping into racist designs if they just KNEW, explicitly knew, and internally acknowledged what people of color find offensive or what has been used against them in depictions of themselves.

yes, this includes looking at the old offensive cartoons, illustrations, etc. it's painful and uncomfortable and rough but it must be understood how these caricatures were a means of dehumanization and are mistakes to be learned from.

again, i'm not gonna list out exactly how not to depict a black person, an asian person, jewish person, latine, middle eastern, etc. etc. etc., because i feel these things should just be known, but if it's not, literally just be aware (or get aware) of the racial stigma faced by the group of people you are attempting to represent. put care into how you are depicting them.

BUT ALSO KEEP IN MIND: you shouldn't jump to default to white eurocentric features simply to "avoid" the any sort of backlash or offense that may be taken. because if you do so, a) in attempting to not be offensive, you're still perpetuating the upholding and favoring of white eurocentric features, and b) well, you're just stifling yourself.

designing characters of color REQUIRES acknowledgement of non-eurocentric features; hell, in the best cases, it's a celebration of these features.

as you would in replicating a style of architecture, a technique of painting, a depiction of a culture, you have to observe and become knowledgeable.

addendum: obviously, i'm not white, so i don't know the depths of how pervasive racism and white supremacy can be in a white person's personal life and upbringing; but i do know that racism and white supremacy are pervasive even (ESPECIALLY) in art, a much more tangible and permanent thing than a state of being, and knowing this, i do reserve a small margin of patience for white folks that are wanting to try to be in the know on this topic, especially younger people who have yet to unlearn certain things. if anyone reads this and thinks "well, it's not their responsibility or any person of color's to teach you these things," you're correct, but yknow. the effort's there, and trying's all we can do.

[confusedhummingbird]

I feel a little alone liking Starfire straight hair, but then it strikes me it's the post og comics that is this way lol Perez is unmatched everything about his design is the best her outfit, her hair, her face it's the entirety of his work that's just the best so when someone else try to do it simply will never be the same. I think there's other artists that do good but for Starfire I think they are unable to replicate Perez greatness maybe straight hair is easier for them to make so maybe that's why i like it better in "modern" works I also miss her original outfits it makes sense to show more skin and tbh her color palette works way better with her original-like outfit, it is so sad to see how little effort dc puts on her dc is very petty but ofc they overuse their shittiest writters tomtaylor and tomking, i swear theres a comic where they make everyone with a normal face and put the weirdest face on her I remember thinking this was so lame and on purpose they are pressed... They did it for just few issues thankfully, because my girl is canon-wise the prettiest, but I felt like an attack against her honestly anyway I won't forgive dc for being that nasty with her they are very pressed about her beauty and uniqueness and the fact people still love her! besides they can't write or keep good artists they only can maintain their same old bat family slop and jl lacking stories the fact they put the titans team down... i swear they are petty and they hate the titans not just Starfire but i feel with Star it is beyond acceptable, it is so bad

I'm right there with you.

Also don't worry I do like straight haired Kory(I grew up on the Teen Titans show) but I must agree that George Perez's version is the best ever! I think to me what made other versions not as good as they played too much into making Kory "sexy" and they tried to give her sharper angles and eyes for example to do it. I've seen plenty of panels where she gives constant bedroom eyes. But I think one of the best things about Perez's Kory was she was very pretty and sexy but she also had a girl next door charm to her. She was cute and bubbly and so passionate about everything. And this is shown in the way she's drawn where she's very expressive in her face and body language and her face and other features were soft.

I also agree Kory is the prettiest woman and one of the best heroes and the way DC treats her and the rest of the Titans will never fail to just make me groan and rage.

[arc-misadventures]

The Unexpected One

Ironwood: So… How did this one happen? I thought you were having difficulty making a new Hunter Drones? You were having problems getting them to fit into their Housing Matrix.

Jaune: Shear dumb luck, Sir. I was running another test like usual, and this one somehow managed worked. With a, 98% match to OAI’s Matrix I must add.

Ironwood: 98%? That’s impressive.

Jaune: I know! Yang’s about 89% match to OAI’s Matrix. But, this one gave me a near perfect replication of OAI’s Matrix!

Ironwood: Wonderful! Can you make more?

Jaune: Uhh, no… No I can’t.

Ironwood: Did the matrix’s degenerate as soon as you put them into the, Housing Units?

Jaune: Five housing units. Five separate housing units! All of the failed; I need to start redesigning the housing units. There has to be something in there that’s causing this instability. I need to fix it!

Ironwood: Well, at least you’ve added another, Hunter Drone to the their ranks.

Jaune: Yep! Five Hunter Drones at your service sir! I hope she’ll get along with the rest of her sisters when they come back.

Winter: Jau…?! Professor Arc, mind if I ask you a question?

Jaune: Of course, Win…?! Specialist Schnee! W-What is your question?

Winter: Why does she… Why does she look the way she look?

Jaune: In what context; Contexts?

Winter: Is this unit blind?

Jaune: Nope, her eyesight is among the best, Blake barely surpasses her in terms of vision efficiency rates, mostly due to the fact she has better night vision specs.

Winter: Then why the blindfold?

Jaune: I asked her myself, she says it is to protect her eyes whenever she slashes through something with her swords. Trying to keep any mental fragments, dust, or general viscera out of her face.

Ironwood: But, with a simple cloth of fabric?

Jaune: Hey! All the materials used in, and by my HD’s are top of the line Hunter Grade materials! I will accept only the best for my creations!

Ironwood: My apologies, it’s just her choice in weaponry. And, the destruction they wrought, I doubt a small piece of fabric could protect her from all tha shrapnel.

Jaune: You’re just upset she wrecked all of your precious little, Paladins with a simple pair of ōdachi’s?

Ironwood: L-Little?!

Winter: I think he’s concerned because of how quickly she dealt with those, Paladins. And, to be fair, one of those ōdachi’s is exceptionally large; She has a drone carrying it around for her.

Ironwood: When did you build that drone?

Jaune: Wait, when did she retrofit that drone?!

Winter: Haa… Another question if you will: Why is her skirt like… like that?

Jaune: What do you mean?

Winter: Why is their such a large slit in the design?

Jaune: Ease of movement?

Winter: I can see that, but why did you design her skirt to be so revealing? When she moves you can see her…?! Ahem! You can see a lot.

Jaune: Wait, you thought I did that?

Winter: Didn’t you make her outfit?

Jaune: Specialist Schnee, look at me? Do I look like I have a sense of fashion?

Winter: N-No…?

Jaune: Exactly! I build, and maintain the drones. Anything cosmetic related is entirely on their part.

Ironwood: It is?

Jaune: Yeah, the schematicts to how their limbs are designed, how the eye sockets, and lenses work, how the Nano-Fiber Skin reacts to touch, how the internal casing works. Even how they’ll upload their minds into new housing units. They’re the ones who redesign these to fit their preferred specifications. Do you think I deliberately designed two of them to be loli’s, that’s not my type. What do you think I am, some perverted lolicon?!

Winter: That’s because I’m your type~!

Ironwood: No I do not insinuate you are… whatever that is.

Jaune: Damn right you better!

Winter: But, why is her posterior so… big?

Jaune: Why does she have a big butt? Is that the whole reason for these questions?

Winter: Well…

Jaune: …?

Ironwood: Don’t look at me. I’m more concerned about her combat prowess, not her appearance.

Jaune: Winter…?

Winter: …

Winter: Jaune… Jaune do you… Do you perhaps…

Winter: Like girls with a big ass…?

Jaune: …

Jaune: She has a nice butt. End of discussion.

Winter: Very well then~!

Ironwood: So, this android; What is her name?

Jaune: She calls herself…

Jaune: 2B.

Winter: …

Ironwood: …

Winter: Do you think she could pass as my older sister?

Ironwood: She’d definitely could take after your mother then. That woman sure has nice curves…

Jaune: What?!

Winter: What?!

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Will this go along with the rest of the Hunter Drone story. Possible.

I just like the idea that, 2B was one of them.

Do enjoy~!

[flowerbloom-arts]

If you don't mind me asking? Can you elaborate more on the problematic aspect of Mumrik please?

Don't take too much of my word for it because this isn't very researched and this is more of a stream of consciousness than anything but fanon "Mumriks" (Joxter and Snufkin), as I've seen here and there, fall dangerously close to antisemitic caricatures and Romani stereotypes.

For one thing, Joxter and Snufkin's personalities being equated leads to a mash of their negative traits, and their negative traits being laziness, deceitfulness, uncleanliness and tendency for thievery/utter disregard for the law to the point of amorality or indecency applied to both with either "natural explanations" (saying that's just an Inherent Part Of Their Species) or dubious motivations is deeply entrenched in stereotypes of the Roma throughout Europe.

The fandom tends to mystify Joxter and Snufkin alot on very shaky ground, with forebodings (gut feelings) that are treated as a magic litmus test for things to come or having a connection with ghosts or using divination like tarot which is based on either throwaway lines or background details that don't particularly affect the plot yet the fandom treats as one of their major traits that get used in plots alot. Romani people get stereotyped with that sort of mysticism alot, especially in association with the Fortune Telling business and to a lesser extent Mediumship and general superstition. I could also chalk this up to the mystic cat stereotype, particularly in association with witches and the like.

Joxter gets (or at least got, a while back) casted as the malevolent counterpart to Snufkin for the sake of Daddy Issues Angst, and that combined with people's dissatisfaction with Joxter and Snufkin's more human designs gave way to very impish or even monsterous depictions of Joxter (and sometimes Snufkin), which we can make parallels to antisemitic caricatures of Jewish people; sharp teeth, pointy ears, strange eyes, predominant nose, hind legs, tails, claws, generally untrustworthy vibes all around. Unclean and tattered, not to be trusted by others in any proximity; good for nothing thieves and tricksters.

People like to make "Mumriks" this massively marginalized group, afterall the two fellas we know are like... Hrm. But Joxter's lifestyle is hopelessly conflated with Snufkin's... Darn. People try to draw lines where they think they are but in doing so, it trying to replicate Tove's style of "some behaviors being inherent to a species" (which one can debunk with some critical thought and literacy) they accidentally create these stereotypes, they don't draw clear distinctions between Joxter and Snufkin even though Snufkin's mother is a Mymble, they don't consider how weird it would be within the context of our culture or even the context of these characters, yet somehow...

But this is just my thoughts as they currently are, I have thought about it alot but I do need to be on the lookout for more examples and do more proper digging. Again, I'm not accusing anyone of bigotry and purposefully baking them into characters who are clearly their darling faves, I'm just saying that there are certain things one must keep in mind when it comes to characterization and headcanons, or else one could accidentally recreate malicious bigotry without any malice.

[hyperlexichypatia]

Obligatory Disclaimer #1: Yes, there is a lot of misogyny in the way people talk about the "likability" of female characters. Women in stories can and should be complex, flawed, nuanced, and human, not (just) "likable" (or "sexy" or "mother" or whatever other one-dimensional trope).

Obligatory Disclaimer #2: Yes, I know that an opinion expressed by a character in a story is not necessarily being supported by the narrative itself, or the author, and that people with piss-on-the-poor reading comprehension get this wrong. Good reading comprehension means being able to tell the difference.

Now that we've got that out of the way.

Doesn't it seem like "Female characters don't have to be LIKABLE, you illiterate misogynist!" is often a Privileged Feminist way to silence criticism of... very mainstream bigoted attitudes being presented uncritically in the narrative by being put in the voices of designated "unlikable female characters"?

I love a complex, nuanced, flawed female character. I love an outright villainous female character. I love a character whose flaws and prejudices are slowly picked apart by the narrative. I do not love having the classism, sizeism, and ableism I deal with every day served back to me in Feminist Fiction.

I do not love trying to point out "Hey, this award-winning book you all love, I don't actually like the way the protagonist talks about the working-class fat man. Or the younger woman with anxiety. Or the acquaintance with a disabled child and, like, linoleum floors or something." (Why do I just have all those examples at the ready?)

And being met with "Female characters don't have to be LIKABLE, you illiterate misogynist. Try reading some Serious Literature instead of your fanfic romance YA smut beach reads!"

"Uh, okay, well, it's not so much about the character being likeable as about the way the narrative doesn't seem to challenge the character's, I must reiterate, very widely held prejudices, that makes it seem less like a depiction of a flawed character and more like an uncritical replication of those very widely held prejudices --"

"It's a LITERARY PERSPECTIVE, GOD, didn't you go to SCHOOL? Do you think Lolita is a love story? Do you think Fight Club is about how awesome fighting is?"

"Well, no, but, for example, the way the character was so emotionally abusive to her fat daughter and her neurodivergent son --"

"Uggggh, you don't understand ANYTHING, women don't have to be PERFECT MOTHERS, she's supposed to represent HOW REAL WOMEN FEEL in the face of UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS OF PERFECT MOTHERHOOD!"

"So... the unquestioned-by-the-narrative elitism, classism, sizeism, ableism, and ageism are supposed to be... going against societal expectations?"

"OBVIOUSLY! That's how REAL WOMEN REALLY FEEL!"

"I'm a real woman, and I don't feel that way."

"UGGGGGH, YOU ILLITERATE MISOGYNIST, FEMALE CHARACTERS DON'T HAVE TO BE RELATABLE!"

[ellevandersneed]

One of my nagging fears is that someone will or already has screengrabbed a bad take of mine and used me as an example to define the type of person they don't like. I can get really paranoid over my little posts. It's simultaneously a matter of actual insecurity on my part - I find it difficult to live unabashedly as myself for a variety of reasons that I am slowly but surely working on - but it is also sort of a legitimate fear based on the experience of hanging around terminally online people for a large chunk of my life. How long until I have become the non-entity whose existence symbolizes miserable idiocy. How long until I get to play the NPC or the secret liberal pig or the miserable killjoy. Have I been psychoanalyzed by an angry 19 or 33 year old yet? Maybe if it ever happens and I stumble across the digital plaque with my dog face and tumblr handle, a short wall of text made in the moment without much serious thought, captioned by a diatribe about how miserable and pathetic and tiresome this person (me) must be - I'll be able to suddenly realize, on a much deeper level than I do now, that this is an overrated, petty fear. Maybe I'll remember some childhood persecution or familial expectation and be able to process it better. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and the world suddenly turns to pudding and the river becomes lemonade and the great many rusted metal things that line the riverbed transmogrify into delicious rock candy of so many colors and shapes. Maybe I'll have to put in the work and actively fight this insecurity or maybe I can ignore it and do some hard work (and be set free) and one day it won't bug me anymore. Maybe I should tell a friend or a therapist. Maybe I'll learn the process of making rock candy, and make those many shapes and colors and put them on sticks and bring them to parties. Maybe I'll pick up a guitar again and practice until my fingers don't feel so clumsy and I can strum the Flintstones theme effortlessly. I'll ride in a riverboat, plucking out a tune and while I rest my hands I can dip an empty tankard in the river and pull up a draught of sweet lemonade. The boat could go out to sea, and I'll swing below deck whenever the sun or the rain get to be too much for me. The ship could carry a great many underwater compartments. It could house an entire apartment complex that shrinks and grows on the outside, depending on the circumstances, but is always the same size on the inside. I could cover the floors with carpets from around the world. I could sit and look at the famous Persian flaw of an Iranian rug covered in beautiful designs and woven with red, orange, cream, burgundy, cerulean threads and think of my insecurities. What is perfection in a world without a perfect being? Is this idea of improvement, infinite improvement, an attempt to help others and myself or am I just trying to replicate the proverbial Jesus of a pseudo-secular mindset. Am I actually challenging my own insecurities - my petty, trifling, in-sig-nificant insecurities - by thinking in terms of... "Well... other people don't act or think like this. You don't want to act like the wrong type of person, do you?"

I could sit, cross legged and sipping riverwater lemonade, the tips of my fingers sore from pressing down on strings and plucking at them, and ponder all of this forever. The rock candy formations of the riverbed would glide by. Tufts of seaweed that had been transformed into strips of gummy candy filled with sealed pockets of sweet syrup would brush up against the hull of my boat. Swedish fish would wriggle past, or they would sit tight as the tide pulled them in the direction they wanted to go. The world would keep happening regardless. I wonder if I would just be taking myself with me if I were to walk away from this little imperfection in the rug. If I stood up and began to look for problems to fix, tightening pipes, sealing leaks, arranging furniture, I could lose myself, or maybe my flaw would manifest in the ways I behaved. I would be very far from that boy they strung up a couple thousand years back, indeed. So I continue to sit on my rug. I think that maybe, if I sat here long enough, I'd be able to solve the problem that is myself - unravel every knot in my heart so perfectly - that I could leave that part of myself here on the rug to be thrown overboard later. I would, of course, obtain the great goal of enlightenment and be a being of pure light and energy. I would do anything I wanted to. I would become morally invincible, I would become a "good person." It would finally all be over. So I spend the rest of my life, sitting on the rug, unraveling knot after knot - not realizing that the strings that make me who I am are perfectly tying themselves right back up when I'm not looking. Meanwhile the rock candy and the gummy seaweed and the Swedish fish and the whole of the lemonade river would still be passing me by until all of it was eventually long gone and I was all alone - enlightened but alone - the knots would all tie themselves back up pretty quickly indeed if this were the happen. The solace worth taking is that, at least, the knots will be different. At best they will be variations of their old configurations. Fun.

The only other choice seems to be to get up, live life, play songs and fix leaks and drink lemonade and sail with other boats and dance on other decks and help other sailors and eat new candy sealife and live and live and live while stopping every so often to check on that little insecurity in me to see how she's doing. I can augment how I listen and how I communicate and how I set boundaries and how I respect boundaries and try to be a little kinder and forgive myself and do all of the many little things that are in vogue right now while still living. Not unaware and paranoid or sitting still on the floor staring at the tiniest of threads but actually living life as a maker of mistakes and a sad, sweet, happy, angry, patient animal and an artist and a writer and a friend and a neighbor and a stranger. I just won't do it with eyes closed. Or I won't force myself to keep them open if I the strain becomes to much. Or if sleeps call is too sweet. I am tired now. I am so sleepy.

[ashipiko]

random ahh q but how did u develop ur artstyle? :D

HIYA!!!! oh yeeeesh this is gonna be such a long answer 😭😭 it’ll be under the cut…… but um. warning for old Ashi art HAHAHA it’ll basically just be me guiding you through my gallery from all these years <3 I HOPE IT CAN HELP A LITTLE!!!

old Ashi Art JUMPSCARE

BUT BASICALLY. YEAH! this is me starting digital art in like? 2020 and getting into a3! <3 as you can see. this is my kind of sad attempt at replicating the style ??? you can tell from the way I colored my eyes, hair, and copied the way the hair is drawn!! it’s not OVERLY obvious but if you look you can see that I REAAALLY referenced it. which is kind of a big thing for creating an artstyle

and queue in my art around a year later!! 🤔 kinda more used to drawing the a3! characters (which mind you were the ONLY characters I drew for like. a whole year) and so naturally I adopted the artstyle more into my own art. learnt more about airbrushes would reference the original art a LOT. redrawing really helped me 🙏 once again. lots of referencing and looking at character references. and while I didn’t always redraw it exactly, looking at the character designs themselves made me pick up quirks of the original artstyle to better display the characterization and charm of the characters!!

then 2022 rolls around and I start getting more into proseka. start finding little things about this artstyle that I liked— whether that be finding that out through redrawing the art or trying to replicate the style. started picking up things like the smaller face shapes (as compared to twst and a3! which I was focused on previously) the way they drew the hands, the bodies, etc etc!! along w softer brushes and rendering 🫶

at around the same time I return back to a3! and make attempts at replicating the artstyle (left) or making edits to the predicting art to try and make it blend in (right). as you can tell I start playing around more w hair highlights and the rendering and all that stuff!!! 🤔 sort of like picking up new skills that I missed out on the first time. starting noticing more of the little details

and SO then I returned yet again and begin redrawing a3! cards!!! but you can tell that there’s more of a concrete style w the squisher faces and more experience the rendering 🙏🙏

and I did a LOT of redrawing. 😭😭 a3!’s artstyle is soooo dear to me because it has so much charm despite not being insanely rendered or having too much detail. and I LOVE that. so to try and add it to my own art I redraw and redraw and MIMIC in attempts to gain that exact same energy.

🤔 and though it’s not twst art…… this is when I started replacing the twst style and picking up on it’s quirks, then adopting what I thought was fun about it. most notable the varied opacity rendering. and you might notice that my lineart is more see though!! I MUST SAY!!! THAT WAS JUST BECAUSE OF A LITTLE EXPERIMENT I WANTED TO DO and I enjoyed it SO much that I dropped solid lineart sketching IMMEDIATELY!!!!! I think developing an artstyle is really dependent on you being willing to step away from your “art style” and look at others. maybe try some new things. pick up smth else and try to mimic it, and see what ingredients are used to make that artstyle succeed in the way that it does. between these three images you see such a change because behind the scenes I’m trying all of these different things, and seeing if I like doing them!!

🤔 sorta like….. oh I like this ingredient. so I’m gonna take them and add it to my own food because I like it. if that makes sense?

AND SO YADDAH YADDAH. you follow my blog you know my art and where it is now

A SNEAK PEEK FOR ASHACE ART SINCE YOU READ THROUGH ALL OF THIS….. and like. as you can see my art really is just a mutant combination of all of these things that I like from the artstyles I enjoy. slowly it came together w no rush and I’m sitting here now satisfied with a signature artstyle that everyone can recognize.

!! I REALLY DONT THINK YOU NEED TO WORRY TOO HARD ABOUT HAVING AN ART STYLE especially if you’re a beginning or learning artist still. and don’t think that art styles just come out of nowhere!!! art is a combination of stealing parts of things that you like and putting them together. as all things are 🫶 but yeah!! the Ashi gallery HAHAHA

[zedecksiew]

BLOGGIES 2023 GAMEABLE WINNERS

Another week of voting is over, the responses have been counted, and the results of the final round of the BLOGGIES 2023 GAMEABLE category are in.

Here are your winners, medals, and acceptance speeches!

(I asked the winners to say a few words about their winning work—where they were at when they wrote the posts; whether they have additional insights; how they feel about winning.)

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BRONZE BLOGGIE FOR GAMEABLE POST:

🥉Flux Space🥉 from Papers & Pencils

Nick:

Even after years of percolating in my head it took 5 months from the first draft to feel like I'd communicated myself clearly. Almost immediately people began telling me about ways they planned to use Flux Space which I'd never intended, some of which contravene the whole point I was going for. That's not a complaint, it's something I marvel at, and am humbled by. The author is dead, long live Flux Space!

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SILVER BLOGGIE FOR GAMEABLE POST:

🥈Pointcrawling Character Creation🥈 from Rise Up Comus

Josh:

How I feel winning an award:

but for real: It's enormously humbling to get a single vote when the competition was against some of the best blog posts this year from all the people I so greatly admire. Blogs are the best way that I know of to quickly get an idea out of your head and onto paper, look at it, turn it around from a different angle, and see how it resonates with people. That's all I was trying to do with Pointcrawling Character Creation, and I'm pleased someone out there thinks it's an idea they'd like to play with, too.

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(In lieu of a medal, Gold winners will get a linocut print; here's a design inspired by Jo's post: a clutch of eggs that are worlds, and a dragon hatching from one of them.)

GOLD BLOGGIE FOR GAMEABLE POST:

🥇Laws of the Land: meaningful terrain via in-fiction limits and conditions🥇 from Was It Likely?

Jo:

This, as with all such statements, is a thing only true in the moments of its making; accept then, the memory of a truth: the most valuable contribution of the OSR is the idea that TTRPGs are more or less choice generation machines; they provide decision points situated in contexts of complexity that cannot be replicated outside of the human mind. The OSR also has made a fetish object out of the idea that such decisions should be procedurally derived, rather than placed directly into the game. “Laws of the Land” was born out of a dissatisfaction with that fetish object and a desire to place the object of play directly in my games. Be brave enough to make the statement: this is true, this must be done, the world is shaped in this way. The best art is itself of itself, and aren’t we all artists? Those of you I love are, anyway. And I love you. I hope the things I make bring you joy. Kisses, Jo.

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And I love you, too. Congratulations everybody!

(Special thanks to Martin / Sharkbomb for his assistance tidying up the medal graphics.)