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i am hungryyyyyyy. i drank protein but i still feel dizzy but i dont want to be fat either, anyway I want to finish drawing this but its my first time actually not being lazy.
I’m so heavily convinced that Christian brutal sniper has a New York accent or sounds like those stereotypical Old mafia boss leader who just says “Sweetheart” of some kind and waves this big cigars around so he looks cooler.
Mini-fic or Prologue - who knows?!
Okay, I have drafted a prologue for the Xiyao fic I threatened earlier today. My friend likes it, so I took a second glance at it, smoothed out a few wrinkles, and now I'm throwing it here.
I have no idea if this can function because I have yet to read the books, so I can't tell for certain if I will use it all - and if I do, it might not be the prologue so much as part of a chapter, all of that is written in the stars. But since Ao3 doesn't allow placeholders (nor should it) and I don't know when I get to write the whole thing (although that I will write it certain), I'll at least put this fragment of questionable permanence here for the time being. I will announce when I post the actual fic to Ao3.
No Bonds Can Hold Me
‘Maintain your own discipline. Train your body and your mind. Store your inner wisdom deeply.’
Second nature. All of this was second nature to a man who had lived by these rules his entire life. Now discipline eluded him, his mind refused to focus on what mattered, and his inner wisdom was torn to shreds. There was almost nothing left of the man he had been … before. And if there was nothing left, what was the point of him? ‘Do not act impulsively.’ That rule had saved his life several times over recently. To what end? He had broken so many others: ‘Do not grieve in excess. Do not bully the weak. Do not associate with evil.’
Am I the evil? The voice that existed in his thoughts only perforated his meagre attempt at meditation again, stripping away another layer of his strength.
Seclusion had done nothing to erase the guilt and the pain and the grief, to silence this voice. It lived in his heart as constantly as its beating. It hadn’t helped compose his mind, hadn’t let him accept that what was done was done. Every time he started out asking himself, ‘How could I have acted any differently?’ the question quickly degraded into the much simpler and much more destructive, ‘How could I?!’ The blood on his hands and clothes was long gone, but he could still feel it sticking to his skin any time his eyes closed, could smell its cloying scent, so much, so much of it.
‘Be gentle and content in adversity.’
Slowly, Lan Xichen opened his eyes. It was, indeed, done, and yet he knew there was one path not yet taken. ‘Do not act impulsively. Do not fall to evil.’ But was an act he had chewed over time and time again for more hours than he could count impulsive? Was saving a soul evil?
He hadn’t allowed himself those thoughts at first, but now that he did, he felt calmer. ‘Have a strong will and anything can be achieved.’ His path was laid out before him and he would walk it openly and with determination. He needed help, and he wasn’t afraid to ask for it. Beg for it, if he had to.
‘Don’t be unreasonable.’ What was one more rule broken anyway?
The voice in his head that kept repeating his name like a broken mantra could only be assuaged by returning it to the real world. It was his fault that it had been silenced, so it had to be him that did all he could to restore it. (‘Uphold the value of justice.’) And if that proved impossible, he should earnestly consider following it into oblivion, the way he had been prepared to.
Lan Xichen stepped out into the darkness. (‘Venturing out at night is prohibited.’) He had tried to silence the call that only he could hear, but now he welcomed it, let it guide his steps and fuel his spirit. Lan Xichen, Lan Xichen … ‘Yes,’ he thought, conscious of the cool air surrounding him and the light breeze rustling his robes, ‘I still hear you. I’m not grieving for you. I’m coming for you.’
s u n / m o o n
well, in other news, i have less self-control than i originally thought. enjoy. (the simon one kinda looked like draco until i made his nose less pointy and made his hair curly)
Dogs are raised to love, not to be loved. Sometimes I wonder if that's how children are raised too. Raised to ask for a hug from that hand that struck them, raised to think it's their own fault when daddy doesn't come back. Children are just dogs, and some children stay dogs until they are put down.
Naptimes in the Superstar Daycare
Advantage? No, with this upgrade, you will only get disadvantage on stealth- /hj
Featuring my OC, Playcare Attendant Cloud, and my version of Moon in his upgraded glow-ry, from my self-indulgent AU!
Closing Hours with Sun
After Hours with Moon
Perspective practice
"Leave from this cold, white veil and never come back."
"This is too long a hair."
"Praise the Light."
A Golden Apple
This battle has stretched on longer than they were familiar with. Perhaps it's because they persisted longer; defended the tower the hardest they could. They were wise in their experience, but not wise enough when fields of wheat were replaced by the pit of lava before them, with hot armor being all they had for a soft bed, while the rough hands that loosely held on the enchanted blade had forgotten the warmth and texture of fresh bread.
They plod over to the chest hidden behind a pillar, pulling its lid up to see weapons and armors of the highest quality... and no food.
"Ah, seriously, what kind of army doesn't stockpile food?"
"I don't know." A couple lava pops pass as the soldier took a second to realize that wasn't their voice; it was younger, softer, and confident. "I do have food, though."
The soldier leisurely turned their head to see the sharp end of a sword pointed at them, and behind it was a young mercenary. The young mercenary stood tall with a hardened gaze, their grip on their sword carrying more power than the weapon itself.
The soldier, however, only sat comfortably on the warm stone floor, their back against the chest, without even bothering to pick up their weapon. The young mercenary blinked in confusion, much more when the soldier casually commented "nice".
"What.. aren't you going to fight?"
"And be killed by you? No thanks, starvation is already doing that."
The soldier's immediate, straightforward response caused the young mercenary's grip on their sword to lessen. The young mercenary looked down on the soldier, seeing their slacked form equipped in diamond while an enchanted diamond sword lies beside them, but the soldier's hands were thin, their face gaunt and pale from lack of nutrition and sunlight.
And the soldier observes the young mercenary's actions in reciprocation, their tired face smoothly covering the plan forming in their head. The soldier has a splash potion of poison in their inventory, while the lava pit is just on their right. Though the soldier's hunger bar is low and their health halved, they can push the young mercenary into the pit once they've thrown the potion and-
Their thoughts halted when about a dozen golden apples were shoved in their face, and the young mercenary's sword was once again properly aimed on them.
"Hey, hey." The soldier carefully stood up with the golden apples in their arms while one is already being munched on in their mouth. The soldier spoke with apple bits in their mouth -- probably saying "let me eat first" -- swallowed-
"Then I'll die," the soldier said, picking up another apple to munch on.
"No," the young mercenary said, "let's have a fight."
The soldier stared at the young mercenary for a good two seconds while eating, then their eyes wandered to the pit of lava.
"Have you ever heard of military poverty?" The soldier asked after swallowing their second apple; their hunger bar full. The young mercenary's brows slowly rose; a beat of pause before the soldier continues. "It's not even a term, so of course you wouldn't."
Then the soldier picked up their sword, and the young mercenary took a few steps back and righted their stance.
"But it might as well be." The soldier threw their sword into the lava pit, and the young mercenary's eyes went wide at their action.
The soldier made one large leap to the lava pit, a smile on their face while they held a half-eaten golden apple. The young mercenary chases after the soldier in a vain attempt to save them, but the flames devoured the soldier before they could have the duel they wanted.
"Live well," the soldier smiled, "kid."
"Noooooo-"
Are you a dog person or a cat person?
Real or not…
You are a part of me that I will mist.
woo~
Light Shepherd.
I am sorry everyone
My Tumblr crashed and I lost half of my writing progress, so no update for this week. I am so sorry to disappoint you, I am very saddened that I can't retrieve it...I wrote it full of passion and now it's gone just like that.
I am sorry for making you wait more, please forgive me.
"double head" 🐐🐐 #doublehead #goat #draft #photoshop #illustrator #art #design #illustration #tumbler #kanpachi #0509 #🐐 #followme
So glad I’ve been practicing facial expressions 🙄🤔
Editing on my phone is actually so comical when I have to save every two seconds
Also, because I mentioned this guy’s in the Twitch stream earlier today without realizing that I never properly introduced him, this character is not “Vaporwave Trash Child” (as I’m now nicknaming the character on the cover page), I was explaining who on earth the small dude by the door of the first page I’m working on is, and it might not be easy to see a tiny layer label in a Twitch stream, ...I will also show a character design thingy I did a while ago for the small dude by the door on the first page I drew.
I also wrote @plaguenurse‘s comment of “10/10 elf” on there, because I felt like it.
I may also have to fix dem eyebrows, because his eyebrows really shouldn’t be solid if I was planning on him being some shade of blonde.
This was the result of my Twitch stream today! I can’t say that I got as much done as I would have liked, but that’s because my roommate’s corgi, Truffles, started vomiting on both of the couches. She had to be taken care of, and things had to be cleaned. That’s kind of an emergency.
Incidentally, I’m thinking that I want to try the Lazy Nezumi plugin at some point in the near future. I like technical drawing by hand and all, and getting by on on Brush>>Shift>>Click and drawing out a perspective layer isn’t the worst thing I could possibly do...but it seems like Lazy Nezumi’s Illustrator-esque grids might be helpful, and the fisheye thing seems SUPER neato. (Until the inevitable happens and Adobe just adds that as a thing anyway...like how a file recovery plug-in I once had basically became standard anyway.)
So, I made a bit of progress on the first comic page, and I made a little bit of progress on the logo stuff for the comic.
Also, @plaguenurse had a comment on Twitch that basically made me laugh maniacally for a good minute or so while working on the architecture on the top panel.
This is basically where I’ve ended my first Saturday Twitch stream at, minus a few minor tweaks.
I’m pretty happy with those hands, personally. :’D I’ve liked drawing hands for years, though, so getting to focus on them once again is really, really fun.
I’m thinking of holding another stream tomorrow because I also want to see THIS cover thing done, as well as the logo for this entire comic/comic series I’m slowly working on in my spare time.
I’ve been working on my current rebranding from weliad to Dandy Rebel, and other than the first letter, I think I have the general draft of how I want the first part of the logo ready to go.
Also, I swear that these aren’t the final colors. I just wanted to fiddle with them because I usually use turquoise as the color I draft things in, so I figured that it’d be fun to make an orange and turquoise halftone during the process, before I do proper inking, make a vector version of the file, etc.