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Post #17 - Reference Sheet
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Okay, I need a bit of consistency in the comic, so I decided to just quickly sketch up a base idea of what each character (well the main three) should look like throughout. I'm still stuck on finding a good skin shade for Frisk. I know she's supposed to be dark skin, but I still want the hint of that yellow we see the original model have—gah! Maybe we should just forget about adding a hint of yellow and just keep her a very realistic human color? Is the color above realistic? I think it looks okay, but then I don't. I'm too indecisive. This will just have to be a future me problem.
Also! Drawing Sans sucks major balls. My brain wants to draw a skull, like a human skull, but you see, Sans does not have a human skull. He has a cartoon character skull—face actually because I swear to God, its just... I can't do what I did with Papyrus (God, I enjoy drawing Papyrus). We can't go all realistic for Sans otherwise he doesn't flipping look like Sans! He looks like some random skeleton unrelated to Undertale. He has this stupid peanut head that I just want to squeeze and watch it pop! Fuck Sans. Fuck Sans right to hell.
Wow, I feel so much better after getting that off my chest.
Anyway, I was going to include this whole explanation of how much I want the setting of the Underground to be super low income Americana, inner-city in some areas, rural trailer park in others, motel baby, RV vagabonds bumming gas from strangers, blah, blah, blah. Would this be moving far away from base Undertale? Sure, I guess. Yeah, maybe. Do people want to see me bring all my transgressive edgelord shit into a very unrelated franchise? I suppose that's a yes? I mean, I did a bit of that with Lugubriosity, but I'm talking about going all out with my art and this story. I've been holding back, trying to keep things to what people are used to? God, I don't know, but I really wanna explore more. I want to get dirty and grimy with my artwork, spread my fuzzy moth wings and tear into some old fabric in the nearest linen closet, you know, not so pretty.
Here are few inspirational pictures for what I mean:
I love it. I wanna draw it, write about it, just consume it in all my media. But is it appropriate for Undertale? Perhaps not. Perhaps so. I'm torn on what I want to do, and now I'm just ranting and rambling. Half of me wishes I just stuck to writing, but then another half really wants to see this story visualized.
I guess I should just get the rough draft done and see what happens next. I already butchered this beloved franchise so what's a little more? I'm curious if others care to see this in the story? Otherwise, I could just get super dark and dirty with an original idea whenever I get around to it.
The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:
the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”
That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”
oh, that hurt
I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots
the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life
on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious
I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was
The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”
God.
for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again
it’s hard to express the depth of my suffering so I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves: this morning a French person (me) stood in a French bakery in France surrounded by French people and pointed at a baguette and said “what is this called”