#watercolor from eyeshadow

[artbynistasha-test]

A gift for @louciferish and her Our Flag Means Death Appalachian Trail AU because we both love hobby drama. Make sure to check out “Restless Souls Gone Wanderin’”.

Done with watercolor made from eyeshadow and lino block stamps.

[gildedoak]

Saw the exquisite overlord!Husk AU by @celestialalpacaron and caught an art bug BAAAAAAD. Next thing I knew, I was suddenly filling my Pinterest reference boards with shots of Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, Marilyn Monroe and Grace Kelly whilst listening to Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable."

Image description below the cut!

(Media: Watercolor, metallic watercolor, copic markers, glitter glue, pearl glue)

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: The first image is a colored sketch of Husk and Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel. Husk sits at a card table, slightly hunched forward - threateningly? - with his arms folded on the table, and his wings tucked neatly behind him. He's holding a King of Diamonds card in his right hand. He's wearing a gray pinstriped suit with dark gray lapels, golden cuffs, a gold bowtie, and a jeweled red pin.

Behind him stands a smiling Angel Dust in a metallic golden gown with diamonds encrusting the top of the bodice. He's wearing sheer golden gloves, gold eyeshadow, a pearl-studded bracelet, long diamond earrings, and an eight-layer pearl necklace while holding a golden, opera-length, cigarette holder.

They have matching rings.

The remaining images are close-ups, and the last is the initial sketch.

END IMAGE DESCRIPTION]

[bowdownperv]

Sweetheart [B.H + E.M]

Warnings: 18+, smut, sexual content, threesome

Pink was the color of love. The color of sugary sweetheart candies. The color of the powdery blush on your cheeks. The color of his tongue as he painted your pussy with his saliva.

Cupid struck you in the ass this Valentines Day.

A fun, post Basketball game celebration turned into nightmare when you accidentally stumbled in on your jackass boyfriend pounding some dumb cheerleader into a mattress while looking for the bathroom. Eyeshadow instantly spilled down your face like watercolors as you slammed the door shut making the whole house shiver. The dramatic thud of your heels stomping down the stairs caused the whole crowd to go silent alongside gasped faces.

Once making it home and allowing yourself some much deserved time to sulk, you quickly realized that your friends were right: you were way out of his league. You would have absolutely no problem finding a better lover, better kisser, and a better fucker. However, once the news of your breakup made its way around, you were essentially up for grabs at school.

Billy Hargrove unexpectedly became an obstacle in your path to class when his broad athletic body spawned out of nowhere in front of you. You crashed into him and sprung back while he stood sturdy as a rock.

“Sup, Y/N.” His voice had a racy husk to it as he licked his lips. You rolled your eyes while secretly checking him out.

“Yes, Billy?” you murmured, bending down to pick up the History textbook he made you drop.

If the school had a mascot for biggest douchebag, it would be Billy. He was always trying, and quite successfully, getting into every girls pants just to gloat about it the next day to his buddies. He always felt something special towards you, but you refused to give in. Making his infatuation with you only grow stronger. You had to admit though, he was really fucking hot.

"I heard about your breakup, maybe I'll come over tonight and make you feel better," he winked cupping his bulging cock through his grey sweatpants. Lazily, swinging his hips into his palm as if he were fucking you from behind. You couldn't help but feel a trickle down your thigh.

"That's okay Billy, I've never really been a big fan of shrimp."

He huffed.

"Mhm, we'll see about that sweetheart."

The stupid nickname somehow made your pussy tingle. You flipped your hair over your shoulder and scurried away as he blew you a cocky kiss. He was such a hotshot but the thought of him fucking you filled your heartbroken mind with lust. You also heard from other girls that he was packing.

For the entire day, boys followed you around like abandoned puppies. Each one so desperately attempting to shoot their shot with you every chance they could get. It was pathetic. Finally, lunchtime came meaning you could hopefully have a break from being chased down. You headed to school dining hall and sat at your usual table, waiting for your girlfriends to arrive. That's when you saw schools enigma, Eddie walk in. He approached you with a devilish grin across his face as he plopped down across from you. The entire crowd in the cafeteria seemed to vanish and it suddenly it felt like it was just the two of you alone.

"Hey, pretty girl," he smirked.

You swallowed and nervously toyed with your hair.

"Hi, Eddie."

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be all alone. Who knows what kind of bad things could happen to her." He gave you a sinister smirk and reached for your hand. Placing a soft kiss to it like you were royalty. You were completely hypnotized by his mysterious presence.

"Why don't I come over tonight and we can have some fun."

You hesitated.

"I- I have to-"

"Great, I'll be there at ten."

Your cheeks were so red you could see feel heart beating in them. Eddie walked away and you watched as time around you magically resumed.

When you got home from school, you rushed to turn on the shower. You laid out a tank top and your most revealing shorts on your bedsheets and washed up plus shaved until you felt clean and sexy. You blowdryed your soggy hair and perfected your makeup in anticipation for it just to be ruined. There was still a few hours until Eddie would be arriving but you spent them all physically and mentally preparing yourself.

Halfway through brushing your hair, you jumped from the ring of the doorbell. Fuck. Eddie must have came early. You ran your fingers through your locks messily and hurried to the door.

As soon as you opened it, you cursed under your breath. It was Billy. You didn't think he was actually serious about coming over. You panicked. Eddie would be there soon. What would he do if he saw you had Billy over as well?

"Billy, you need to go-"

Without warning, he was leaning forward and kissing you dearly with his strawberry lips. You were instantly intoxicated. Grabbing onto the hair on the back of his head and pulling him closer. His tongue swarming your mouth.

You yanked him by his denim jacket inside and shut the door. Maybe, he could fuck you quickly before Eddie came? At this point you were too worked up to tell Billy to leave. With Billy's mouth still suctioned to yours, a series of loud thumps echoed from the front door. Damnit.

You felt your heart inflate with every knock.

Billy followed you to the door. His larger body hovering behind you like a ghost.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" he growled in his low register, raising his muscular arm.

"Just came to see my girl," Eddie announced, pointing a finger gun at you.

"Well, she's busy," Billy replied, cupping your ass in his large hand making you jolt.

The boys bickered back and fourth and you were so turned on. The two hottest studs at school fighting over who gets to fuck you.

Eventually, Billy whispered something into Eddie's ear causing him to nod. You were so confused when both boys looked back at you with devilish grins.

Billy manhandled you as he grabbed your smaller body to throw you over his shoulder. You let out a small shriek. He carried you over to the kitchen and placed your ass on the counter. His eyes staring directly at your clothed core as if he could see through your shorts.

You put your finger in your mouth. "What are you going to do to me?" you asked shyly.

Eddie turned to Billy and smiled.

"A good old pussy eating contest."

You froze.

"Sound good, sweetheart?"

Your head almost fell off from how fast you were nodding.

"Yes."

Eddie competed first. He tugged your little shorts down your thighs and you watched as they plopped down onto the marble floor. Squatting to be eye-level with your vulnerable cunt.

"Hi, pretty pussy," he said, rubbing it with his long, slender fingers and pressing a kiss to it. You felt your pussy gush as pre-cum dribbled down your thigh.

"Mm, good thing daddy's hungry."

His head nuzzled between your legs. You felt his warm tongue poke inside your pussy.

His hands grabbed your thighs for support as he pushed his head deeper into you. Licking the walls of your pussy. The texture of his taste buds rubbing against your clit. His tongue slurping in and out of you while he looked up at you with starving eyes. Cocking his right eyebrow every time you let out a sweet moan.

"Oh, fuck daddy" you squealed. Clinging your fingers to his hair as you popped your pussy forward into his face. His tongue leaving no inch of your pussy dry. Foamy spit being the only barrier between his mouth and your cunt as he coated you with his thick, warm saliva that dripped onto the floor.

“Such a sweet girl with a sweet pussy," he mumbled into your core. You could feel the vibrato of his voice echo throughout the walls of your cunt.

You closed your eyes and felt a wave of heat rush throughout your body. Your pussy quenched itself as you squirted all over Eddie’s soft face. Covering his skin with little droplets of your cum.

“Oh shit baby, all for me?” he asked excitedly as you groaned, still trying to recover from your high.

Not a drip of cum went to waste as he licked each one that trailed down your thighs.

Eddie pulled away and your cunt felt cold and empty without a warm mouth inside it.

“Alright man, let’s see if you can beat that,” he said, hitting Billy’s shoulder.

Billy walked over to your vulnerable pussy smugly. Smirking as he watched your legs tremble and your still leaking cunt drip more onto the floor. You looked up at him with nervous, doe eyes.

Billy kneeled down and vertically licked across your entire pussy. Paying special attention to your clit as he cloaked it around his long tongue, drowning it in his saliva. Your head flew forward to watch his evil, grinning face devour your pussy.

He ate your pussy from the inside out. His mouth was a vacuum sucking all the juices from your pussy until it was dry, and then filling it back up with his own spit and tongue. He pressed gentle kisses along the sensitive skin and used his fingers to spread your pussy lips open and poke his tongue in even farther. The excitement and lust of having such a hunk fuck you with his tongue so passionately, made you unable to hold back your orgasm as you cummed intensely for the second time. Decorating Billy’s pretty face with your sweet pussy juices.

Billy walked away wiping his grinning mouth. Once again, your pussy felt empty and you rubbed your legs together. Desperate for any friction as you looked innocently to the two boys ahead of you.

“Round two,” Eddie spoke.

“Cock sucking.”

This time your knees were on the floor looking up at Billy. You stared him down as he pulled his jeans and boxers off allowing his mighty cock to stand strong.

You immediately gasped. Billy's cock put your ex boyfriends to shame. It was long, slick, and girth with a blue vein that ran from its base to his big, pink mushroom head. After licking your plump lips in preperation, you wrapped them around his cock. Giving Billy the sweetest blowjob of his life.

"That's it sweetheart," he groaned, huskily. "You like having daddy's big cock in your mouth?"

"You moaned "mhm," while looking up him with your teary, cartoon eyes. His cock tucked deep inside your throat, striking your uvula repeatedly like it was a punching bag.

All the attention you were giving Billy's cock made Eddie severely jealous. He eagerly dragged his pants and boxers in unison down his thighs and tripped as his long cock sprung out. Hard and ready to get sucked.

Eddie pushed Billy aside and slid his cock into your mouth at the same time. Two giant cocks fucking your tiny little mouth.

Both the men swung their hips into your face, forcing your tired mouth to suck their huge cocks. If someone was to stand behind them, all they would see was their ass cheeks clenching and releasing as their big bodies overshadowed you. The only thing coming out of your mouth were whimpers and slobber.

You grabbed their big balls with each of your hands. Your long nails grazing the wrinkles. You squeezed them. Immediately, they both orgasmed. Their cum flooding your throat canal. Making you practically drown in their creamy, white cum. It took a few big gulps and swallows to force it all down.

Billy patted your head before throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to the coffee table. Laying your tummy on the table. Your tits squashed against the cold glass. Your vulnerable ass and cunt shivering in the air, ready for penetration.

Billy aggressively spit on your cunt like a dirty cowboy and shoved his cock in with a howl. Hands gripping your waist hard as he fucked you mercilessly. Spanking your ass with his big palm like you were misbehaved child.

Eddie went for your gaping mouth. Lifting your head up by the chin and sliding his long cock down your throat. Swinging his hips back and fourth, giving you a great throat-fucking. His heavy balls squashing against your chin allowing you to feel how quickly they refilled. Your jaw throbbing from how wide your mouth had to open to accommodate his size.

Your body was being completely used by these two men. You were just an instrument of pleasure for their sex-driven dicks. Their impressive length penetrating both sides of you so deeply, that you swore you could feel the heads of their cocks kiss inside your stomach.

The sounds they were making were so hot. These two men who had big egos and tough exteriors, now whimpering and falling apart from the way you were taking their raging cocks. They both had fucked so many girls but it wasn’t now, fucking you, that they were finally being satisfied. It was as if all those girls were just practice to prepare for fucking you. Billy and Eddie reached over your body to high-five each other.

Eventually, they switched things up. Eddie sat on the couch, man spreading, as he smacked his thighs signaling you to hop on. His cock stuck up between his legs like a mighty tower. You slowly sat down on him and felt your pussy become stretched as you slid down to rest on his balls. You faced Billy who was now completely naked and holding his cock with his right hand, jacking it off. Your eye grazed his impressive body with lust as you noticed his chiseled abs, his bulging bicep when he pumped his cock, and his thick, muscular legs that were spread as he stood sturdy. Your eyes stayed focused on him as the rest of your body flew up and down as Eddie commanded you to ride his cock. You couldn’t close your mouth no matter how hard you tried.

Billy walked over to you and inserted one of your bouncing tits into his mouth. He sucked on the nipple as your ass hopped up and down Eddies cock. Eddie ran his hands through your hair from behind and thrusted his hips upwards into you. Billy continued worshipping your body like you were a princess. Nuzzling his face between your tits and leaving blue hickeys around your nipples. Billy crouched down and licked the top of your pussy as it got hammered by Eddie’s cock. He coated your pussy and the head of Eddie’s cock with his saliva to better lubricate it. Eddie sped up the rhythm making your pussy louder as it gushed even more.

Just as you felt the pressure of your climax approaching, Billy pulled you off Eddie’s cock and pushed your head into the couch cushion. He lifted your ass up with his hands and fucked you relentlessly into the sofa with all his energy. His thick cock plunging in and out of your pussy rapidly. Your muted moans were still so apparent from the unexpected change and without you even realizing it, you were cumming all over Billy’s swole cock. The feeling of your pussy tightening around Billy’s cock triggered his own orgasm as he shot several rounds of his white, sticky cum deep inside your cunt. Eddie pulled Billy away from you, and the boys eagerly raced to lick the cum out of your pussy. Both men’s tongues fighting to lick up every drop. You looked down at their determined faces with their tongues sticking out. You almost hyperventilated.

To repay Eddie, you got down on all fours and sucked the cum out of his cock. Giving him special attention as he filled your mouth with his semen and you held it between your chubby cheeks. Dribbles of white spilling out as you looked up at him and swallowed. Billy patted Eddie’s shoulder and they shook hands. Unable to pick a winner, you requested a rematch.

[nullkunst]

Flutterbat! 🦇🦇🍎

[Image Description : A drawing of Fluttershy (from MLP:FiM) as a bat pony, painted in watercolor. She is a yellow bat pony with a long pink mane and tail, and red eyes with blue eyeshadow. She has a mischievous look and is in a flying pose, with her legs raised up. She is surrounded by two red apples. End description.]

[neopronouns]

flag id: six flags with 9 stripes, with the second and eighth being smaller than the others, the first and ninth smaller than those, and the fifth the smallest.

the top left flag's stripes are blue-black, dark indigo, purple, golden yellow, dark pink, cream, light yellow-green, faded purple, and dark purple. the top right flag's stripes are blue-black, dark purple, medium dark faded purple, soft purple, dark faded indigo, bright purple, purple, medium dark pink, and very dark teal.

the middle left flag's stripes are faded purple, soft pink-purple, pale pink, very light pink, pale indigo, very light blue, light blue, soft indigo, and faded indigo. the middle right flag's stripes are dark indigo, medium dark pink, faded pink, light pink, medium dark faded purple-pink, light pink-red, pink, dark pink, and very dark purple.

the bottom left flag's stripes are dull light pink, very light pink, pale pink, pinkish-white, light faded pink, purplish-white, pale purple, very light purple, and dull light purple. the bottom right flag's stripes are extremely dark indigo, very dark purple-pink, dark faded pink, golden yellow, faded indigo, pale green, dull indigo, dark faded blue, and very dark indigo. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

amethystcolauric | purplecolauric lilacolauric | orchidcolauric lavendercolauric | mauvecolauric

amethystcolauric: a colorgender related to the color amethyst, earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, and outer space

purplecolauric: a colorgender related to the color purple, geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, and outer space

lilacolauric: a colorgender related to the color lilac, tulips, lavender cookies, glitter, watercolors, heart lockets, pressed flowers, and twilight

orchidcolauric: a colorgender related to the color orchid, blooming flowers, butterflies, sunsets, text messages, hair dye, auroras, and neon lights

lavendercolauric: a colorgender related to the color lavender, rock candy, daydreams, chapstick, ribbons in hair, crayons, flower fields, and sleepovers

mauvecolauric: a colorgender related to the color indigo, shooting stars, grapevines, velvet curtains, evening skies, mirrors, tarot cards, and bookmarks

[pt: amethystcolauric: a colorgender related to the color amethyst, earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, and outer space

purplecolauric: a colorgender related to the color purple, geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, and outer space

lilacolauric: a colorgender related to the color lilac, tulips, lavender cookies, glitter, watercolors, heart lockets, pressed flowers, and twilight

orchidcolauric: a colorgender related to the color orchid, blooming flowers, butterflies, sunsets, text messages, hair dye, auroras, and neon lights

lavendercolauric: a colorgender related to the color lavender, rock candy, daydreams, chapstick, ribbons in hair, crayons, flower fields, and sleepovers

mauvecolauric: a colorgender related to the color indigo, shooting stars, grapevines, velvet curtains, evening skies, mirrors, tarot cards, and bookmarks. end pt]

third set of colorgenders based on the results of this 'what color is your aura?' uquiz for anon!

these are in the colorgender flag format with the aura color from the uquiz as the center stripe and colors inspired by the listed things as the rest of the stripes. the terms are the aura color, 'col' from 'color, 'aur' from 'aura', + 'ic'!

tags: @radiomogai, @colorgendered | dni link

[possumsinpeoplesuits]

Holy shit I was working on this since late October, and I'm the most proud I've ever been of a picture I've drawn?

Details and graffiti transcriptions below the cut! 'Cause I worked on that shit for like three entire days, and I'll be damned if I don't show off some environmental storytelling word crimes.

So, first we have a couple closer looks of Sasha! Their outfit was pretty fun. I haven't done modern outfits in... probably ever, and it was nice having a lot more references to work off of.

Their sefirot necklace was fun to draw because I have one almost exactly like it. The flannel was the first time trying to do plaid by hand with a new little technique (Base colors+Multiply layer for dark stripes+Overlay layer for light stripes) but it went way faster than the god damn quilt?

All in all, my favorite detail was doing cosmetics, because I got to do little chips missing in the nail polish, and that's probably the first time I've drawn eyeshadow and willingly shown the result! : D

Next we have the little rat family in the background, with the wall-dwelling Rat King peeking through the wall, which is where I did dipped into tracing a couple photos instead of just looking at references.

Generally my process has been doing anatomy lines over a reference, then working off of those for about... three to four layers for body->clothes->hair->Full sketch, then another with whatever brush I wanna do the lineart with (usually a watercolor detail brush from one of two sets on Krita), but I'll note where I skipped that process and committed some art crimes.

The two background rats (Pestis and Mortar) are from a pair of stock photos from Getty, while the one in the foreground (Yersinia) is a mix of a pic that pops up in meme dumps from time to time of a smoking rat and a few bits that weren't in the original image. (Jewelry, the legs that were covered by an ash tray in the original pics, the "Buns and Roses" lighter she clearly stole from Sasha.)

Time for some graffiti transcriptions! Most of the variation in the graffiti came from switching the size of my brush and trying to mix up my handwriting, but there's a few segments where I use a font, then outlined the font with a 2px across brush to make it fit more into the art. Mostly, this was through screenshotting google docs, but some of the fancier fonts are from cooltext.com.

Top:

This is really high

No it's not?

Top Right:

A drawing of a clown that clearly used to be titties

"What's wrong with Bipo's eyes?" (Referring to the tape over the nipples)

"Their titties, bro"

"What about them?"

Top Left going down:

"Hail Satin" written next to a six pointed star

"Rong star, dumass"

A sticker reading "Apologize to your English teacher"

"Yeah, get a brian, morans!"

"You're just as bad as the other two!"

<The URL for the Wikipedia page on sarcasm>

Bottom Left:

Gazebos ate my ass

Bottom center:

"My sister turned into a bird but no one believes me."

"That's rough, buddy."

Bottom right:

A sticker of a possum with "Live Weird" written on it.

A sticker of a more poorly drawn character wrapped in blankets with "Seep eeps" written on it.

...So I made up a fake BDSM club for this one and named the majority of the bands dirty jokes, but I will die on the hill that there should be an all-trans metal band called "The Book of Dead Names."

CHOKE POINT

PRESENTS

LIVE MUSIC

THIS SUNDAY

CUNT MUNCHIES

THE BOOK OF DEAD NAMES

SOME GUY NAMED STEVE

FIST FUCK DUMP TRUCK

WOLFGANGBANG

THE PENIS MIGHTIER

A sticker with a set of vampire fangs that says "Got Blood?"

"Parasitic fucks"

"U got beef w/ Count Chocula?"

"Bro, vamps suck."

"Duh"

"So does your mum.

A sticker of a cross made out of a bunch of interlocking parts with some mirrored Hebrew in the middle. (I'm really proud of making this shape up on the spot. I had an idea for a religious monster hunter group named after the Watchers from Enoch, but I've got no idea if this story will ever happen.)

"Your Hebrew is backwards, you twatwaffle"

A sticker reading "Deus Vult"

"I fucking love Powerwolf"

"VULT DEUS NUTS, GOTTEM!

A cut off poster telling people to vote for, I presume, their favorite chainsmoking rat, clearly.

A sticker of the Autism Creature

"Rizz 'em w' the Tism" with the last S being the one everyone draws in school, but also backwards.

"It's like if Kirby was a centaur"

"I will never unsee that."

"It looks nothing like my vaccuum"

A paper with "Missing Printer" and a cut off phone number written in sharpie.

A meme of a bear in a suit (Partially a trace of the actual meme template) with "You have seasonal affective disorder because you need Vitamin D. I have seasonal affective disorder because one of my ancestors fucked a bear. We are not the same"

"Is that how it happens?"

"Oh, sure, this dude's ancestor fucks a bear, he gets a meme, BUT WHEN I-"

"Going insane by yourself, handsome?"

Three pieces of paper with "Yes" "Yup" and "Yass" written on them, two stuck on with tape, while the third is stuck to a wad of chewing gum.

"You guys seriously pay to print out memes just to vandalize shit?"

"No, I stole the printer, too."

"YOU"

"Paulie never died"

A sticker of the Mothman

"TAX FRAUD"

A large printout with a dramatic portrait of Mitch McConnell with "ARE YA BREEDING YET?" written below it. Several tear off strips are missing, but the remainder all say different variations of "Yes"

A cut off sticker of a smiley face

A sticker of a machete

"BURGLE TURTS"

A sticker of a crying laughing emoji.

A sticker of a pot leaf

A sticker with a picture of bigfoot with pasties on her boobs walking up to a stripper pole with "I want to believe" written in the X-Files font

"Whoever gave Bigfoot tits will never enter the Kingdom of God"

Three notes pointing to the previous message with "Noticed the tits first" "Weirdo" and "Your preoccupation with cryptid mammaries betrays your discomfort with your own sexuality. Consider meditation, therapy, or possibly fucking yourself!"

"Weirdo" pointing to the previous paragraph before being crossed out and replaced with "BASED"

"K, but y tho?"

"No one insults the Bigfoot big naturals on my watch"

(She has them in the Patterson-Gimli footage, too)

"BIGFOOT BIG NATURALS" "NOW LORE ACCURATE"

A swastika being covered up by a peace sign

"Degenerates should be purged" "AMEN" "U FIRST."

A drawing of a penis that's been turned into a weasel in a familiar pose with "Dick weasel" and "Had to do it to 'em" written next to it

A sticker of a stalk of corn labeled "CORN"

"See? Iowa is with us!"

And, finally, "Does reading this hurt your back, too?" which was the last thing I added because I literally spent two days just doing graffiti for this shit.

So, the map behind Sasha is made up on the spot, with some inspiration from a map of the Seattle Bay. Kinda proud of just how dirty this fucking place is, but the final, and greatest achievment in making this picture look grimy...

THE RUST

I didn't exactly nail the perspective on some of these (The sketchy layer for the floor grating was done once, then dragged into place and warped with the perspective... and then completely fucked that up) but god DAMN do I love texturing the fuck out of things!

There's like six Multiply layers scattered about because it turned out it's a phenomenal way to make the shading of multiple textures make sense without losing that texture, and I feel so god damn powerful!

Oh, right, the posters.

Not much to say about them. The righthand one was 95% traced from a mafia stock photo, while the hands in the left came from another stock photo.

Honestly, I drew the frames, then had no idea what to put in them. There was briefly gonna be a pic referencing a cosplay photo I have of myself, but eh...

The rats and the guy in the wall were originally referencing a Vampire the Masquerade character I had named Pretty Paulie, who was a mafioso turned nosferatu who dubbed his crew the Rat Pack. I figured if there was some kind of dramatic, Scarface-esque movie about him, he'd definitely find a way to keep the poster nearby, and I wanted to slap in one of those "Give blood!" posters from the Red Cross except... not from the red cross.

I don't really feel like I put in much effort into these (compared to the Graffiti-a-thon with several subplots), but hey... they covered the tile, which before shading was boring and very flat, so they did their job.

I'll leave you with some zoomed in textures, because I do feel proud about those! I make them via a combo of oil paint and watercolor brushes, usually with a whole lot of different coats of varying opacity until it looks like the thing it's supposed to be. :)

I've only just started drawing again this year (I've been editing a looooot longer) so there's a lot of spaces where I have hiccups, but I'm figuring out the areas I do well in.

...Also sweet Jesus this started as me trying to figure out what a character looked like. It says 3 full days worth of editing was done in Krita on this file, and I don't think it's counting the idle time.

[xillycatz]

(I hope as canon as it gets) Zena analysis

DISCLAIMER, the following essay was is a product of several untreated mental illnesses and my terrible taste in women.

"This is my comfort character" and it's a murderous, narcissistic, sociopath with a total disregard for others

(c) someone on tumblr

Let's start with acknowledging that she's an arbiter of the Head. Arrogant, narcissistic, cruel, ah, a smile forms on my face. Problematic babygirl but that's for later. There's even a line in the artbook that she treats us like dirt, but isn't that the point?

1) Design and femininity

All the girls are girling, girling!!

As we remember, this is not the first arbiter we meet, second actually. Let's compare them. First of all, the design: Zena has more symmetrical and feminine, well-groomed design - thick shiny hair, makeup, short fur trim, 10 golden rings, additional decor on her cloak. She gives the impression of an official rather than a warrior. At the same time a closed posture, hinting that the only conversation she's in the mood for is an extended monologue on her part.

Binah, aka Garion on the contrary has a more asymmetrical and less traditionally feminine design. Also of note is Binah's yonic earring, which Garion did not originally have, making it even clearer that her design has undergone feminization. She is also dressed noticeably simpler, on the one hand that is a relic of the lobcorp era, but on the other hand it's more practical for actual combat.

Anyway, what is connecting them is their occupation, their love of monologues and their lesbianism.

I kept thinking about the decoration on Zena's coat. After a little digging, I found out that in addition to the standard hexagons, there is the so-called heraldic lily. This symbol is found in many cultures, but it was popularized by the French monarchs as a symbol of the ruling king, and the Christian symbol of purity and innocence, associated with the Virgin Mary. This doesn't tell us much except that the world of Project Moon has Christianity and has an analog of French people. I also find interesting that the prototype of the heraldic lily was most likely the plant Iris pseudacorus L. I don't need to explain why there is a sign of the monarchy on the coat of the arbiter (although the political structure of the City is up for debate), but about the symbol of purity it is quite interesting, given that it is worn by a relatively young woman. Okay, that's the Deep Meaning Search Syndrome talking, let's stop with the monarchy.

Let's move on to a discussion of femininity. And Zena exudes it, or at least tries very hard to. She's one of the rare Project Moon characters with visible makeup. The only other character who wears makeup is Rodion. She isn't exactly wealthy, so we can dismiss the money factor. Obviously, there are products for every purse and purpose in the City, it's just that we keep being told stories about women who don't wear makeup just like, ever. Zena tries to wear makeup in the Korean style uzzlang. The style suggests soft lines and watercolor-y facial features, be it eyes, cheeks or lips. But here's the catch - in makeup, it's important to emphasize facial features, not fight them. Zena has a warm undertone, as you can tell from her blush and skin tone. However, she chooses a very cold eyeshadow tone, which clashes the general undertone, so we can conclude that the girl is clearly not a makeup expert and only wears it on special occasions. The Library raid is just the occasion and we'll talk more about why. And in general Zena is very deliberately feminine and it is noticeable in the whole design, even going so far as to put the bows on shoes. (BOWS, CARL)

Other interesting design elements include a helix earring on her left ear and headphones. Maybe for listening to music, maybe for communication. Also, Zena's posture and the silhouette of her cape makes her look a lot like a penguin, which the Internet noticed and added to the “why Zena is cute” list.

2)Cuteness and fascism, Z-edition

Repost if you love femboys or if you comitted several felony offences that could lead you up to 25 years to life in prison

Why is Zena cute? While being in the projmoon fandom I've wondered time and time again why Zena is so infantilized in fan works. It's worth talking about the aesthetics of kawaii, moe, and how that intersects with patriarchy and fascism. Sparing you the sociology and history lecture course, I will say that Japan needed a rebranding after WW2. At the same time, a kawaii subculture was developing among young girls, suggesting a slightly infantile cuteness. Japan turned female protest against traditional gender roles into a convenient marketing scheme. Thus came the kawaii and moe we know now. And since Japan is a very conservative country, it's no wonder so many conservatives are into anime and manga. That's also where lolicon and some of the infantilization of characters grow from. We all understand that so many fans of Zena as a character are conservative because Zena herself is conservative, which in turn entails her infantilization due to her very feminine design.

3) Character and Narratives. Part Angela.

"You cannot break free from the origin that defines you"

Anyway, what's Zena really like? She's clearly trying to exude an aura of indifference, as if this is just a normal raid and the opponents are just dirt beneath her feet. That's how Garion behaved, and it's easy to guess that's how the other arbiters behave. However, behind the mask of nonchalance lurks a certain caution and even obsessiveness. The Head makes its move only after the Library has completely shut down, otherwise it would mean imminent defeat. Zena is also cautious on the battlefield, not entering it without a clear necessity and immediately retreating as soon as expulsion begins. Obsession, on the other hand, is emphasized by how personalised her attacks are. There are 2 characters in the Library of Ruina that are directly related to birds, and Zena has an antagonistic relationship with both. This is why she uses the birdcage attack.

One such character is Angela. Their antagonism is mainly built on the fact that one is an AI and the other is a staunch opponent of sentient AI in the City. But what makes Angela so close to humanity isn't looks or a beating heart at all. Had Angela not abandoned her original goal of becoming fully human, the City would have accepted her, paradoxically, because she would have shown her lack of humanity by continuing the cycle of violence. By forgiving Roland and breaking the cycle, she found a true humanity that was unavailable to the people of the City, for which she was banished.

The whole conversation between Angela and Zena reeks of the vibe of a trans person talking to a transphobe. Angela is a gorgeous trans allegory. First of all, the IDEA behind her creation, namely - the transfer of Carmen's consciousness into a program and mechanical body just like transhumanists dream of, while imposing onto the new body the features that Carmen herself wanted to have. Speaking of the voice, the desire to change it, especially, to quote her, to “the most beautiful in the world”, is quite common among transfems. Secondly, the motif of playing someone else's role, the feeling of being trapped inside a play that was written for you, supposedly for you, and, most importantly, without you - a trans allegory in itself, but paired with the panicky fear of ever returning to that stage and the firm desire to get as far away from it as possible.... Come on, guys, really. Third, the fact that Angela initially looks like a full-grown realistic doll, causing most people the effect of a uncanny valley ... And the gradual disappearance of that effect over time as she gains her human body... What's not a metaphor for hormone therapy and trans bodies? And fourth, literally EVERY scene of Angela's confrontation with the Head's agents. Yes, I love Zena, but I can't turn a blind eye to the fact that in this scene she's regurgitating rhetoric that is painfully reminiscent of TERFs.

See for yourself:

Zena: "An entity that isn't human entertained thoughts that only a human should have. You poor machine... No matter how much you contemplate and enrich your mind, you cannot become human if you aren't born as one. When Ithought you might turn into a human at the end, you let go of all you had during that critical moment. Had you fully become human at the culmination of the ordeal, the City would have been more willing to accept you, alas"

Angela: "I don't care if I have to stay as a machine"

Zena: "A machine with a heart has no place in this city. You cannot break free from the origin that defines you"

Angela: "Why does that matter? I'm the only one who has a say in defining MY identity. I don't need any flimsy husk to do it for me"

Zena: "How contemptible that your line of thought is so dangerously close to what a human must aspire to reach. You're further demonstrating why we can't let you be"

Replace “human” with “woman” and tell me that's not what 70% of the debates between the privileged rich TERF (England, I'm looking at you) and the trans community looks like.

So tell me after that, that Angela doesn't read like a trans allegory. Sorry guys, I'm right here :3 It's especially ironic in light of the fact that right now the most important TERF is considered to be one writer, the author of a series of books about wizards... And Zena's class is specifically wizard, hehe.

4) Character and Narratives. Part Binah.

Binah has evil exes Ramona Flowers style and all of them are Zena

However, besides Angela, there's Binah, who's also connected to the birds. And Zena. Well, Zena is connected to Binah actually. Besides the primary purpose of banishing the library, Zena was sent to retrieve Garion. But here's the catch, there is no Garion :)) There is Binah, who is so similar to her in appearance, but so far removed in ideals. So much so that Binah was Angela's main acomplice when she was sent to destroy her. Also Garion wouldn't have been drinking tea with Hod and Gebura so casually pondering whether process or result was more important. And Binah, having learned a painful lesson, no longer monologues on the battlefield as Garion did. But Zena does. Without knowing, Zena may have already found the one she's looking for, becoming a copy of her, absorbing her mannerisms and ideals, although Zena doesn't have Garion's inquisitive mind, and she certainly doesn't have Binah's distinct understanding of things. Zena in a way, being the antithesis of them both, is the embodiment of the very concept of the cycle of violence.

Let's talk about the very concept of an arbiter. The city is a self-replicating structure, sustained by a cycle of violence at every level and in every layer. Garion as well as Binah understand this better than anyone, which is why Garion was able to do her job so effectively. That's the point about the line about trust ("trust is my favorite weapon, It leaves a great wound too, no?"). It's so easy to start a cycle of violence by manipulating trust, they don't say divide and conquer for nothing. The cycle of violence also instills fear of its collapse, because its collapse entails the formation of a new social contract. Just like a prisoner's dilemma, where not knowing the answer of the other prisoner, it is better to choose an answer that does not suit both sides (but suits the third, the ruling one, which is th Head). And it was by understanding the essence of being an arbiter that Binah was able to break her own cycle, and then help Ayin to break the cycle and further help Angela and Roland. Zena, without understanding, is only able to become an embodiment of the cycle, and that is her tragedy. Also Daniel, aka Chesed, could have taken the same path, if he had not been taken out of the cycle by the hands of Carmen and Kali.

And so, Zena's tragedy is that she seeks her logical conclusion, Garion, and will most likely end up like her, while Binah, having realized her mistakes and learned from them will live on. But Zena never recognizes Binah's ways, for she considers her too soft. Indeed, the latter's character has changed for the better, but it has changed under the very violent influence of Ayin. Zena will never recognize that Binah is not broken, but actually found the truth, not denouncing Garion completely, but accepting her past and leaving room for the future. Binah has also become much more prosocial, not only socializing herself, but encouraging Angela to do the same (something Garion would never do).

5)Conclusion

I WANT TO BE THAT FUCKED UP GIRL!

Thus, Zena is a character who is doomed and tragic, which attracts me. Her obsessiveness and inability to see her mistakes also makes me sympathize with her. She's like the jalter from FGO and Drake from NIKKE. And in some ways I see myself in her. And that's why I love her dearly. And without such passionate nature, this essay would not exist.

[pvnksnotdead]

❝ close your eyes ! ❞ she had been a bit frantic about it; kept the box out of sight, despite his towering around, trying to get a peek. she knew she wanted to make something herself; she knew she didn't want to make the same thing. hobie had enough portraits and paintings hanging around.

❝ don't cheat— okay, keep them closed ... um, maybe— bend over a bit ... ❞

something presses against his lips, the gesture awkward and weird, causing felicity to stiffle a laugh. it's not a gesture that's unknown to hobie, but it lacks the expertise of someone used to that kind of stuff.

❝ at least it didn't smear. ❞ she keeps laughing once he opens his eyes, holding an opened tube of black lipstick, the box in her hand holding a few identical ones. no brand on the side.

❝ i figured you'd— you'd run out of those after a while, so, i wanted to learn how to make some. ❞ another laugh as she hands over the package. ❝ merry christmas, hobie. ❞

First thing's first, Hobie knows what he likes. He likes creativity. He likes when the maker isn't afraid to dig into places that most flinch away from. Too many artists get too comfortable. Too many artists dislike the idea of straying away from what's familiar. How many Henry Raeburns and George Stubbs does one world need? How many museums need to hold the pieces only meant for the aristocrats to look at while drinking wine more expensive than a block's worth of homes?

It's rubbish.

Hobie likes when Felicity gets her hands dirty, smeared with paint and oils and charcoals. She's in her prime when she doesn't resemble something human, hunched over her creations, seeing the world in colors that Hobie couldn't ever try to comprehend.

He's taken to being a muse, goes with the flow, let's her use him as a canvas. His lips knew the taste and texture of countless paints by now, gouache, acrylic, watercolor. Caked and layered with so many mediums, he might forget that he's a man, and think that he's a figure in her sketchbook.

She asks for him to close his eyes, Hobie obliges, smirking somewhat and tilting his head back.

" Gonna throw a mouse at me are ya? " He teases, knowing that she wouldn't do such a thing. He'd let her though. If she wanted to put shock on paper, he'd be the willing model.

Lips on lips. He knew this gesture well, liked it even more than the hairs of the paint brush that traced the curves of his mouth. Hobie cracks a grin, slouching forward the moment Felicity starts to laugh. A familiar feeling is left against his skin.

" You get me a bloody kiss for Christmas? " Hobie jokes, opening one eye and touching his bottom lip-- black makeup smudged on his fingertip.

" No kidding, you made this? " He sounds impressed, taking the lipstick tube. As he expected, it lacks any sign of packaging, no logos, no connections to corporate beauty. Clearly it was poured somewhere over a sink, carefully-- he can tell that at some point there was a shaking hand, a bubble in the liquid at the bottom of the stick.

Little imperfections made things feel human, and Hobie knew that big businesses wanted the human touch removed from their products.

This one's a winner. He takes the box, tucks it under his arm and hums thoughtfully.

" Gonna have to open all these, test 'em, you'll need to stand still real good so I can make sure they don't smudge when I use it. "

The assumption is easy to make. The only way to try out lipstick is to kiss. That's what it was for. Speaking with lips and translating thoughts without speaking; men like him with lips like his, speaking words of his own, weren't meant to sip wine from Marseille. Staining glasses bought with Sunday coupons and stored in simple cupboards suited him, leaving a part of himself on her whenever he felt the urge.

" Get you to make eyeshadow next time. "

[pchuaymee]

My watercolor handmade from eyeshadow test.

Hiya, everyone. It's me.

Today is my last drawing original character post before I will disappear in during the Navratri's time on tomorrow, I am going to back on 12th September, 2024. Because I am feeling blue again when I noticed many news both at my country and aboard, so, I think, I must to rest from anything online until I am better than now.

And here is my original character which I got inspired by my antique horoscope book, her name is " Miss. Khorakha (Thai: โคราคะ)", she is the second of Miss Songkrant that I am going to write in my cartoon. And she is my watercolor handmade from eyeshadow in the my first time, this is help me from gloomy day.

I will miss y'all ❤️ See you on 12th September.

[artbynistasha-test]

For @chicago-bluebonnet and her amazing tagwork.

Done with watercolor made from eyeshadow, lino block stamps and ink on watercolor paper.

[cobalt-knave]

Garfield when he’s Deals Warlock!

[ID: A watercolor painting of Garfield the Deals Warlock from the shoulders up. He is an orange cat with a wide, sharp grin, wearing eyeshadow, a purple wizard hat with stars on it, and galaxy-patterned robes. There is text that reads, “Garfield The Deals Warlock” underlined fancily.]

[volfoss]

Cordelia faceup take 3 :3

So the second attempt did not even MAKE it online because I wasn't happy with it. The sealant and paint just were not cooperating with me and the pastels were too pigmented. On a whim I wanted to work on it this morning and mixed up a really good pastel color for her blushing, which then inspired me to wipe the old faceup and start fresh :)

^ the boring steps of well. White as fuck -> painted the right color to match the body. This image is showing how it's slightly off from the head cap (which I painted during the initial faceup) but it DOES match the body really well.

My first step with the faceup was starting by using a pale watercolor (peach color pretty much) to map out the moles on the face, and then another sealant layer before I started blushing. The peach watercolor isn't the permanent color for the moles but it helps me map things out (same thing I do with the eyebrows, starting with a lighter color and then building up the color/adding watercolor pencil hairstrokes on top. Or at least I should because some dolls have such thin eyebrows that I have to do only acrylic. But that's besides the point)

^ much more subtle blush color than I can normally achieve with her :) normally it's MUCH too dark but I feel this really subtly brought some life to her face and some warmth (which I always love to add to my dolls with yellowed resin as I prefer leaning into how it looks instead of trying to use cooler colors to counter balance it)

^ added more blushing here, and added the eyebrow vague shapes and slightly more color added onto the moles to help them not blend into the blush as much lol. I wanted her to have a youthful and happy appearance so the flush is helping to me :). The brows were VERY faintly done (to the point idk if they will survive the sealant lmao) and the moles were touched up slightly, as well as the color on the lips more built up. I promise the brows will get darker it's just scary right now bc of how pale the resin is, if I make ANY mistakes it will show up unless I use a super light pastel. And if I have to redo the faceup well. I'll have to repaint the entire head all over again. So I'd rather build up slow and careful than too fast and make a mistake (although I'm sure I'll make plenty of those the further I get lol, esp since I'm doing a lot of this on nearly 24 hours awake <- not a good time to rely on my hands to be steady sadly)

I went a bit silly watercolor mode but I added some pink to the lips (to mix with the more orange-peach pastel color underneath) and added some medium brown on the moles to do their final highlights. Continued to work on the brows and next layer will be the pencils on them, pencils on lips (since the color underneath is pretty much perfect for what I'm going for). And then the eyeshadow time <- dreading this

^ sideways image bc I stay silly okay. And also far too sleepy to edit it. I've committed to doing this all in one go at this point (at the very least to get to a passable basic faceup). This is not a good idea. Just to be clear. I'm very sleepy.

^ eyebrows and lips done :) also did the waterline, I'm really happy with this. Atm unsure if I want to do a ton of pink eyeshadow or what but I think I will add the freckles next and then try everything on the doll to see if I need it. It was one of the features I rly liked about the original faceup so. Honestly unsure. Do firmly think the lips look a lot better here because well. The first attempts lips were supposed to be pretty natural looking and didn't really end up that way. Very happy with brows even if they're not symmetrical because I think for whatever reason everything is clicking on this faceup like by FAR much more than other times. We will see how it progresses tho lol.

With everything put together, it confirms I do def still want to mess with the eyeshadow but due to the physical symptoms I am stopping for the night. Tomorrow tho? Silly style (eyeshadow and eyeliner and probably freckles and gloss on the lips. We will deal w that later tho)

^ eyeshadow layer one and thankfully going at it on a day where I'm much more awake is helpful. I need to keep building it up as both my sealant method + just how pastels work can take some of the color away but I think it's all coming together. Mainly I want to have a darker layer of pink on her eyelids, as I think that'll look nice, and then I have to do the eyeliner <- dreading this step the most of all I fear. At some point I also need to add freckles which I think is also quite scary. For me, I've done a faceup with all over freckles (Theo's) and was happy with it, but I want these just on the cheeks. And I think hand painting them just doesn't look as good as using the brush flicking method. So I have to also figure out a way to cover the areas I don't want freckles on.

Eyeshadow layer 3 or 4??? + freckles. They will not tell you that toothpicks really work well for freckles but they do. I'm going to seal this layer and then keep working on eyeshadow and eyeliner but I'm nearly done :) I might go in after a couple layers of sealant and do the brush method to kind of add the very small freckles in but using a toothpick is a million times easier than a brush (for me at least. But I have very shaky hands so). I added some light pink paint on the eyelids to emulate a slight color change and then did an even lighter color, blending it together with a wet paintbrush. I am hoping to be able to get the eyeliner thinner than the light pink color but we will see :) so far happy with it since I did want a very vibrant pink on the lids :) unsure what ill do with the eyeliner color (I did a copper/gold combo to make it be a bit more natural looking for the first time but i dont think it popped enough so we will see :))

Ended up on deciding on black eyeliner but here's it done :) the watercolors on the lips still need to dry and I need to gloss stuff properly but that will be in its own post once she's all back together :)

[pewiest]

pedri/gavi

gavi is trying to do make-up to pedri

Gavi was quick in his movements, Pedri couldn't even follow what was happening and it wasn't long before his back met the still messy mattress as he fell ungracefully onto it.

"Gavi-" the sentence was a little difficult to complete- not really, but when younger boy was trying so hard not to sit on his chest with all his weight on his knees and Pedri just, couldn't put the words together while his own rapidly rising and falling chest making his presence known, loudly like a melody in the back of his mind.

He let his eyes widen and his lips part, unable to hide his shock. His eyes darted to Gavi's hold, the brush in one hand and the eyeshadow palette in the other.

"Gavi, what are you doing?" It wasn't even a question he expected an answer to. Especially when Gavi was holding the eyeshadow palette like a some kindergarden kid with his first watercolor plate; it would have been like madness to expect an answer.

Immediately after these thoughts passed through his mind, he felt strangely guilty at the sight he saw. The gleam in Gavi's large eyes could easily have made him want to get disappear.

That was the thing.

Pedri never wanted to admit it, but sometimes just the feelings, the emotions were too much. Too much to believe and as intense as sitting on the edge of a cliff and stroking the wind through his messy hair. Sometimes he just wanted to get lost, but maybe what he had to admit was that he wants to get lost with Gavi, or maybe just.. he was already lost in Gavi with his big massive eyes and chapped lips and rough hands.

He was doing the same thing again, talking about Gavi. Ending with so many and's.

So caught up in his own thoughts that he blinked rapidly as Gavi spoke.

"I'm painting you." and that was perhaps the most ridiculously, silly thing they had ever said to each other, but Pedri felt his insides soften. His lips curled up and he knew he wouldn't let anyone else touch his face, but it was Gavi.

Gavi, the boy who held the brush like a fork and tried to put makeup on his dearest boyfriend and the boy also always challenging men half a meter taller than him on the field. Gavi was Gavi. There was a lot to say after "and".

Pedri suppressed his laughter and thought no more. It was like a small child painstakingly scribbling on the walls and he just let the moment take its course. He studied the face he knew by heart of the boy he loved, and as he ran the brush across his face, he wanted to kiss his slightly furrowed eyebrows, so he couldn't help himself and leaned forward.

"Pedri! It's crooked, you messed up my art thingy"

They both knew it was crooked from the beginning, but Pedri said nothing and just smiled as he closed his eyes peacefully and allowed his boy to draw smooth lines, he wasn't sure, but he heard Gavi say, "anyways you are my art."

[pissditching]

What did you make the Gerard Way doll out of?

the base is a draculaura old model monster high doll (she's just what i had laying around lol), and air dry clay to help match gerard's face and body a little more

the skin color was made with those 99¢ acrylic paints from target and a cheap eyeshadow pallet i got specifically to make dolls with last year

i drew the face on with watercolor pencils and sealed each layer with mr super clear so i didn't accidentally wipe it off while i worked lol. the eyes and lips were made shiny with clear nail polish

their hair is made out of brushed out brown and white 100% acrylic yarn and set on the scalp with fabric glue

the clothes are made out of two white cotton bandanas i got at michael's for a dollar a piece

remember to Please wear a mask and be in a ventilated area/outside when you work with mr super clear. my lungs got inflamed last year because of it and it could have been a lot worse. other than that have fun :)

[nullkunst]

Serving.. perhaps giving mother??

[Image Description: A drawing of Rarity from MLP: FiM painted in watercolor. She is standing, holding a hoof up to her face and one of her back legs is sticking out. She has a happy/pleased expression. She is a white unicorn with wavy purple mane and tail, and blue eyes with blue eyeshadow. End description.]

[mere-vanilla]

Betty: Sal, I won’t ask again-- Open the pod bay doors, please.

Sal 9000: Terribly sorry, Betty, but I’m unable to do that.

An alternate universe interpretation of Elizabeth ‘Betty’ Schultz and Sal 9000. I might add more later; however, I wanted to share a little of what I’ve been working on for the last month.

Image description: a drawing done by mere_vanilla of Betty Schultz and Sal 9000, characters from the novel 2010: Odyssey Two, in what the artist imagines as a mirror to the self-same scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey wherein Dave implores Hal to open the pod bay doors, please. Betty has her black hair pulled back into a bun, and is wearing light blue eyeshadow and coral lipstick. She is in a blue space suit without a helmet, and is lightly modeled after her actor, Mary Jo Deschanel. Sal has a blue lens and a red nameplate. The color is sketched on in watercolor pencil, leaving room for highlights and negative space. End image description.