#worm's-eye view

[teledyn]

The Tao of Elmo

This short scene, for me, encapsulates the genius of Elmo. Of COURSE Elmo wouldn't know!

[adorkastock]

We are the law.

[mumblesplash]

my favorite thing about comics specifically is how much it checks your ego if you think you know how to draw characters. like i’m pretty sure people who don’t do comics assume the hard part would be how *many* drawings are involved in making a comic, and sure that’s part of it, but i think the real challenge is having to accept you’re not as good at drawing characters as you think you are. being able to depict a convincing character, a dynamic pose, or even an expressive face out of context as opposed to within a narrative is such a different skill set in ways i don’t think a lot of people realize

[shriekinghavoc]

Illari: Did you see my last information request? Sombra: I did. -- Aren't you taking on too much, chica? Illari: That's for me to decide, not you. Sombra: *sigh* I'll send you the relevant details.

[juchioris]

Undine finds a dead body

Narrated long answer for one of the Questions for OCs in the No Yandere Sim AU by @quartztwst: Your OC stumbles upon a dead body a few feet outside of the school. Do they report it?

A long, uneventful, boring school day was finally coming to an end for Undine. She took her coat and the books needed for her homework out of the locker, put on the coat and the books into her backpack and closed the locker with her combination lock. Like all the other lockers at the school, it was a bit dented after withstanding rowdy teenagers for many years. While the hallways of the school were crowded in the early hours of a school day, now, during the late hours, Undine only encountered a handful of students on her way to the back door. It was winter, so it was already dark outside. While the classrooms were well lit with electric light, the corridors were only dimly lit with a few energy-saving lamps on the weakest level. Undine could hear the hall of her steps on the floor tiles and heavy rain falling outside. Her hand reached for the umbrella in the left side net of her backpack and pulled it out. She reached the back door and pushed the right part of it open. While Undine stepped outside, she already opened her umbrella.

Taking the back exit was a shortcut for Undine. From the front door, she would have to walk around part of the big school building and neighbouring residential buildings to get to the bus station. The front gate was much more frequented than the back door. While the area at the front looked welcoming, the exit at the back lead over a tiny courtyard full of waste bins. Only one of the four high walls around had windows, it was one that belonged to the school. All four walls were covered in the student’s graffiti in the lower area. Undine stepped into the courtyard, breathing in the usual smell of the garbage mixed with and worsened by the smell of rainwater contaminated with the emissions of humanity. The air was cold, and if it were only a little bit colder, the rain would be snow. Behind Undine, the heavy door fell shut. In front of her, she saw someone lying on the ground, partly concealed by a bin and the darkness of the night.

“Hey”, called Undine out to the one on the ground and hurried already over to aid the person, whom she could recognize as one of the other students by the school uniform and categorize as a girl, because it was the school uniform’s version for females, as she approached. Her first thought was, that this was an accident, perhaps her schoolmate had slipped on the wet ground and fallen badly or fainted because of some illness. Or perhaps one of the many fights in and around this school had finally gone too far and she had gotten knocked out? As Undine got closer, she could make out the girl’s face: a face, which she had seen around in passing before, but never like that. Her eyes were wide open, unblinking, unseeing, her mouth was open, too, for a scream that had never resounded, because the throat, the way of the voice, had already been cut, cut with such haste, that by the time she tried to howl in pain, it had been too late. No, she had only gotten a bit of blood out. Undine could make out blood traces around her mouth and on her chin, her face mostly already washed off by the rain, pale and bloodless, while the blood was still leaking out from the gaping cut in her throat, mixing with the rainwater in a dark red puddle on the asphalt, that almost seemed to get sucked towards the duct grille in the centre of the courtyard.

The wound was obviously fatal, the student dead. Undine could not believe it. She checked her for breathing and a pulse, desperately searching for life, but there wasn’t any. Thinking of all the videos on first aid she had watched and studied, Undine thought that she would need to reanimate and block the bleeding, but, no, there could be no breathing through that cut up throat, through all that bloody mess, in this case no breath-giving through mouth to mouth could help anymore. The girl was dead. Dead! Murdered! Undine stiffened and shivered, not from the cold of the icy rain that was pouring on her now, after she had dropped her umbrella at some point, but from the chilling dread that emerged within her, starting in her chest and creeping through her entire body.

She took her phone out of her backpack and called the police. It felt surreal, to have this conversation, that was so much like one in a thriller, for real, as if Undine was in the wrong movie or the wrong world. They would come, they said. She would stay here, to prevent anyone from messing with the crime scene, Undine said. The call ended. What followed was an eerie semi-silence, with the sounds of the vehicles driving through the city in the distance, behind the little tunnel that led to the street. Undine looked at that face again, trying once more to put a name to it, but to no avail. After a while she averted her eyes and turned around to look at the back door and then at everything else surrounding her.

Had the killer waited behind that waste bin? Why this girl? If she had been just at the wrong place at the wrong time, right where and when someone was bloodthirsty, wouldn’t that mean that that could have been Undine herself, if she left just a little bit earlier today? She grit her teeth, tensing up more than she already was, now digging her fingernails so hard into her palms, that she felt pain there. Murder was wrong! Murder was despicable! Undine couldn’t help the girl anymore and it pained her, but she made the resolution to learn her name, to learn all she could about her, in the hope that perhaps she could find a clue to the killer. After all, murders were often personal. And if Undine could help it, she would not let that villain get away!

Of course, she thought, as the police officers arrived and ushered her away, doing this was their job (a job she considered for her future, too), but she could not just move on with her life, when there was a dangerous criminal among the people at school. She would be careful, but she would help the police as an insider from the school and find the culprit. And then justice would be served.

[avi-illustration]

I've been getting into Transformers (which is weird considering its The Robot Series Ever and I haven't seen most of it yet) and I think these guys would be friends :]

[littletreats]

in between

sevilla, españa | may 2024

ilford sprite 35-ii | kodax gold 200

[valiantstarlights]

[afk-ranger]

// warm up doodle. Might finish later-- honey would never go to a club

[bmpmp3]

dysgraphic artiƨts risɘ UP!!!!!

[thats-not-okie-dokie]

Cassidy finally gets some of what's coming to her part: 1.

This is based on a scene from chapter 5 of my novel! The Good Luck Duo were bullying Oscar again, and Corvid rushed in to stop them, pinning them both to the floor. Mark's supposed to be there too if I was being accurate, but I haven't drawn him in a while and I didn't want to try here when I was already struggling with a new perspective I've never done before. AKA, worm's eye view

I'm proud of how it came out though! It turned out better than I expected. I should try playing with perspective more often

Black and white version:

[sauljudgeman]

Crank

[cheetahdash]

D-14 || BG Birds eye view vs Worms eye view #improvementhell

Few thoughts for this day.. orginally I was gonna make a sequel to my first circus drawing I did for perspective day 1... but i was like "now what I finally join the trend..?' so I did Here the pander to the anime fans. Also I am MUCH better at bird's eye view since I have studied it more so we went slight worms view.... not that you could much since the lighting makes it hard... but!

Page two is more practice/sketches I did after <3

[robotpussy]

guess who im doodling again (im not finished 🙄)

[avi-illustration]

I think I forgot to post these but here's some Tangent doodles as a treat :]

[idonutcareforyou]

from the queen anne’s lace/wild carrot wikipedia btw, if you even care