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crappy last minute drawing of my dino-riding-bushranger sona thing

(Had a lot of fun trying out texture functions on Clip)

@kiki-whentheyart

Trying out some new ClipStudio pens and techniques I found online, so here's a little doodle redraw of my favourite cursed wizard and his dragon boyfriend

"A little boy struggling to fit in with the crowd of strange creatures that inhabit the mystical jungle he calls home, meets another just like him, who encourages him to shed his disguise and have some fun. But soon he faces the choice between expressing himself authentically, or going back to a life of conforming to expectations."

Trying to put some more of my art up here as, so here are some early Concept art for a short film I'm working on for my storyboarding class

Some Environment Concepts I did for my Concept Design Class :D

Redraw of a double page spread I did in my sketchbook.

Meet Djalu/Neferatemu of the Tirratzlikhan and his little desert adder familiar! A Dnd character in a growing list of characters I hope to play one day.

I had a lot of fun thinking about the culture of the Tirraztlikhan, a desert village supposedly blessed with immunity from a particularly mischevious and often malevolent God. Specifically the naming conventions, as each person usually has at least three.

The first name is received upon birth, and is endowed by the druid/wiseperson. Djalu's childhood name was Neha, a name that is continually used throughout adulthood to refer exclusively to the person as a child.

During childhood, he picked up the personal family name of Xhochi, something name that functions a bit more like a nickname exclusively for close family and loved ones throughout his lifetime. You have to know him really, really well to be able to use this name.

At his coming of age ceremony though, Neha got to choose a new name for himself, and settled on Djalu. A name generally used informally between casual acquaintances and friends.

In becoming a druid though, Djalu was also gifted a formal druid name: Neferatemu, which he pretty much only uses in formal contexts or when he's throwing his weight around as a druid.

And of course, finally, there is his spirit name. A name only known by Djalu and higher powers, and used exclusively by the Gods in addressing Djalu during communion or ceremonies.

Happy birthday to @mai-nonsense!! The most vampire coded Dick Grayson I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing

So this is going to sound Crazy, but part of why i've been so inactive lately has been because I was lucky enough to have been selected alongside 6 of my friends in Animation to get shipped out to Winton, Australia to spend a 2 weeks making an animated short for their Vision Splendid film festival.

Together, we got to work with locals, film students, Student composers, festival hosts and first nations elders to create a collection of Animated Haikus celebrating this wonderful town, but get to know ourselves and this country in a way we never even would have considered before.

And as if that wasn't enough to make us jump up and down, flapping out hands in joy... guys... We won the Kolperi Award! A first for animation in the entire 11 year history of the festival!

So thank you thank you thank you for everyone who made it possible for me and my friends to experience Winton. It's something i'll be treasuring for the rest of my days.

Voiced by my friend Kiwi and Music by my friends in the Conservatorium (Love, Lisa and Georgia)

Some concept art for an assignment and current pet project: Spirit of the Red, story pitch under the cut:

"After a mysterious explosion that wiped out the city of Nirashi, the race is on to find the secret behind ‘The Red’, the unimaginably destructive force that was somehow able to break one of the most foundational rules of spiritualism, and destroy life energy itself.

10 years later, one of the survivors, Sen, discovers he holds the secret to unlocking the mystery, and fearing its misuse, is now on a mission to destroy it within himself. Hopefully, before anyone else finds out it could happen again if he isn’t careful, and maybe take the world out with him."

Yay! I finally get to post this!

This is a thing I did for a friend of mine @lavendertoonz, for a secret santa OC drawing exchange between us and a bunch of our friends. Their OC is Isabelle, I don't know much about her but she is very pretty, her creator is an amazing human being and I had a lot of fun making this.

Words cannot express how much fun it was seeing what everyone came up with and the joy radiating from our receivers, very much hope to do this again next year and would absolutely reccomend doing it with your art friends if you can.

So anyways, Merry Christmas! Hope you liked Lav <3

probs gonna regret this but i really need to start putting more art up online, so here's the ref for the rottmnt oc I made with my friend @nuggdoesart

plus if you wanna see the comic i made for part of their shared backstory it's right over heeyah~

Birthday present I did for a friend @nuggdoesart

Trying out some digital painting techniques, so here's a Mermaid AU ver. of John and Kaider bc sometimes we just need to make something unabashedly cute for ourselves

redraw of a few assorted Malevlent Doodles I found luking ominously in the margins of my notebooks

First meeting...

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Some Human John & Arthur content for us starving souls

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A doodle and a quick extract from the monster au i've been developing because I love writing tragic backstories and i love gerry keay

Gerry here is what is more commonly known as a soul eater, a wraith or many other horrible ghosty ghoulies. He hunts by marking and stalking certain unfortunate individuals, waiting for that opportune moment right after death where he can devour their souls and the remants of their lifeforce to extend his life.

[Statment Begins]

He’s heaving and crying, shifting in an out of focus as eyes blink in and out of existence all while shuddering in his place in the circle. He’d thrown himself from his chair at some point, losing it in his desperate primal instinct to just crawl away even trapped with nowhere to go he were. Something awful pulling him apart from the core before it eases under the sigils tight grip. Heaving, hurting even when it ends, crying despite it all. Trying to force himself to take a breath, to work past the pain and fear keeping him locked tight, something blackened among the divots of claw marks carved into the wood of the floor.

Gerry is in the room now, he looks right to burn everything to the ground with agony and murder on his face. Gertrude, a mix of fury and sick unexpected fear of her own he can feel goes much deeper than him failing to die.

He forces himself to speak through raw, gasping breaths as he forces himself through the lock on his body. Still clutching his head and digging lines into what used to be his skull and moving just enough to look at her, eyes wide and voice shuddering as he tries to keep the growl of static of unwitting frantic compulsion from his throat.

“He knows what we tried to do,” is all he can force out

“We?!”

“Of course he does,” she snaps, tearing papers from the walls and stowing them away into open books, scrambling in a way none of them have ever seen before, “I’d wager the bond is more than enough to make him clear of that, even with the measures I put in place”

Gerry is steps between them.

“He’ll be here any minute now,” She says.

“What the fuck did you do?” Gerard thunders, form morphing, turning into something else. Something that towers over both of them and sends the world into shades of black and white. Permeating the world with thick ink tendrils that turn over filing cabinets behind him, as ink flows like blood out of the closed books on the shelves and from between the spaces in stacks of yellowed pages. The stench of death choking them both as his face twists into something horrible. Something that would have made the old Jon, the Jon who'd only ever known to fear Mr. Spider, choke on his fear.

He’d… he’d never seen Gerry look like that before.

“Gerard, now is hardly the time.” She grits out.

“Answer the fucking question!” he roars, "What the fuck did you do to him?!"

A yellow door opens, and all argument ceases with the man who walks through.

“What do you think, they were trying to do?”

I have no words other than the simple fact that i have exhausted the current amount of tma au fics that aren't just fluff right now and... well, isn't that how the saying goes? if you can't find the fic you wanna read yourself, you may as well just write it yourself.

Simple premise is au where monsters aren't really as we see them in TMA, and can be controlled by the use of crafted sigils, either as a means of warding them off, binding them to an object (usually a book so their powers can be used once the monster's consciousnesss dies) or to destroy them entirely.

Jon is a special case by way of his rather permanent transformation at the hands of Elias, who'd crafted a very special sigil of his own to bind Jon to his command as part of a much bigger plan. Trapped with Jon, although not bound or created by Elias in the same manner, is Gerard Keay and Michael Shelly, with the latter being very miffed to say the least at being unable to kill any of the institute staff, (including most pertinantly, Gertrude Robinson the one responsible for the sigils binding them there for her uses under threat of death).

For a long time things seem absolutely hopless when Gertrude's last plan to stop Elias fails and she dies as a result, Michael and Gerry still bound to the institute and being used as unwitting labor by Elias in the aftermath with Jon staying as far away from the institute as he can until the time comes when Elias will inevitably use the sigil to force him back to the institute again.

Needless to say meeting and saving Martin blackwood from his own monsters was not something any of them could have forseen.

Okay you asked for this…

2016 vs 2022, it’s funny what 6 years, pose referencing and a crap ton of drawing can accomplish

would anyone reblog/reply to this and show off ur art improvement 🥺🥺🥺

Draw this awhile ago and figured it was about time to post, Especially since I’ve not been present enough to really provide much of an explanation to all of this.

This here is Sen, one of many survivors of a major devastating incident that took place in his home city of Nirashi when he was about 6 years old, and it results in some truly nasty after effects on Sen and the world as a whole… by the time the story gets started, Sen is 15, homeless and doing his best to keep the fact that he could potentially blow at any moment and take the world out with him as close to his chest as possible. Until that is, he meets a swordsman who might just be able to help him.

You lost friend?

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Wanted to get Ookawa Keito up here, because if you're basing your world off primarily eastern/Japanese mythology, you can't just leave out the Kitsune.

(Background image is not mine)

"Such a petulant child..."

(Pose Ref is this)

Been playing around with lighting :P

I've been wondering for a long time which one of my OC drawings i should be posting first, and then I drew this shitty masterpiece and i figured we only live once so why the hell not?

I'll probs do character sheets later, but I have hands and a bunch of fully formed characters saved on my laptop so i may as fucking well make that you're problem.

(the tired millennial's name is Hokama Tora btw)

There's kind of a lot coming after this too, so... heads up. Been working on these poor assholes and writing a hell of a lot of notes on worldbuilding and character dynamics and plot.

Asks are open if you know... if you wanna... maybe... know more...

Just a Redraw of an old OC i made waaaay back in 2018 when I was still figuring a lot of shit out. Been feeling a bit nostalgic lately, so i figured i'd post this now after going through some old sketchbooks of mine and cringing at old """edgy""" art.

This is a happy birthday present for my friend, as sort of a thank you for getting me and our other friends into D&D. We've all been wanting to play for way too long, but it's thanks to them that we were finally able to play together and just have fun experiencing it for ourselves.