Let me introduce myself - my name is DragonLoft and I want to show you parts of my world.
I am one of that people who always trying to make masterpieces, but do it only once a month. So kick me sometimes. I'm not much of an artist, but I'd like to try my best. Also I want to write something, but not now. If you don't mind, I can share you my handmade stuff. I like some kind of tiny work like diorams and not only this.
On photo one of my main characters - dragon-phenix like creature. You may call her D.
I should also warn you that I don't have any chance to scan my arts from paper and I haven't fully mastered the editor yet, so the quality may be low.
Nuh? No clue? Ok, I'll tell you: today was the day of my last exam this summer! Horary!!!
What's the score? Well English - 5. It was kinda expected. Then Java, Statistics and Data Base all - 4. I really glad I don't need to learn and make lab works on 4 different languages in same time: Python, Java, C# and SQL. God, I'm tired of them. It was nearly mind blowing. I almost started to speak this languages instead of my native one 🥲
The last exam of optimisation is.... Failed! Yeah, I know, it's bad bad bad (I've watched PHM and I'm in love with book). BUT! For you to know it's more than fine. From all universities in the city and even of all other buildings (there must be around 9 of them everywhere in my city) it's just a normal thing. I have friend, who had 9 debts of 10 subject and he made it. Even I have the 5th exam failed for 4 semesters of study. So, don't worry.
Anons
But what I really wanted to say is that I'm going to start side blog. I can't tell you much. I told you, I'm lazy one, so I only began to clean it up. It'll be a story. Thought about comic ver, but I'm not an artist. So it will be book with some illusions. I still have problems with app and all pictures would be paper art. I guess
I have a friend who making comics. We have a big discussion on this topic and she thinks it's the best way too. Two opinions more than zero, so let it be.
I did not in vain restore my writer's skills half the semester on another blog? nope. I worked not only on old skills in my native language, but also studied English (it was... Maybe 5 years I didn't write anything? Now I have enough knowledge to translate it... I want to believe in it). On the international platform, it is customary to write in the "international" language, right? It will take some time for me to understand how to translate ornate sentences in Russian into very rectilinear English, but I already have success in this.
Oh, oh! I can show! Maybe... It's a Training 2
I had a freaking task "how to write the text" and inspiration of clock. This massive thing belonged to my grand-grandma (no photo, sorry).
Ehh... A bit CW would not hurt, I guess. This story includes some depression vibe, mentions of death, similarities to religion and... Death of object? It's heavy, but I really proud of this work.
Of course it's translated ver. If you need to see it by your own, tell me. I'll post ru (original) ver too.
Training 2
Task:
• Anchors: Rusty Scales; Glass Dust; A Whisper from the Floor
• POV: An inanimate object
• Atmosphere: Psychological surrealism + uncanny valley effect
• Structure: Exactly 5 paragraphs. Each paragraph must contain exactly one sentence beginning with a finite (conjugated) verb.
• Restriction: No direct emotional words (e.g., fear, sadness, joy, loneliness, hope)
• Length: 400–600 words (552 en / 454 ru)
_______ (it's a cut. last chance to turn back)
Listened to the hour, attuned. The air hung heavy, dust floated as if on spider silk. Nearby, my brother groaned. Time spared neither his rusted mechanisms nor mine. I knew this better than anyone. The scales had it rough. It took true iron will and a sturdy frame to bear the weight of people for years. Purpose demanded it. Though where this service led us...
Counted every second. That was the sole aim of existence. The house frame trembled and shifted - the wind had picked up. Light slipped through the cracks and licked the worn lacquer. Then it pooled into a sunbeam. It danced playfully over me; I felt every touch. Light, unable to dislodge even a millimeter of century-old dust from tired shoulders. A wretched knot of life in this stale space. We were all destined to rot in places like this. Some fare worse, but you, little one, will be forgotten after the first cloud. Can you grasp how little time you have left?
Reading my muttering, it began to jump harder. Grinding filled the silence. The world slowly turned, as gears hadn't done in ages. It felt so familiar, as if life were rewinding from the start. Click-click, then a jerk and a strike. Only in this sequence, never otherwise. The floorboard creaked louder. Scrape-scrape, clang. A rather false chord, honestly. Were I a piano, I could do better. But regrets must leave. It doesn't matter how it should sound. An elder is meant to stay silent. Silent and listen as a second stretches into eternity. When your chime stops, you become useless. Yet the rascal gave me a chance to strike one last time. Vrr, screech, crack.
Sounded bad. Capable of no more. The faithful arrow plunged into my chest. Then fell a crystal blizzard. Glass dust gathered in drifts nearby and marked the end of forever. Forgotten brothers and sisters had long faded. Their resting place remained unchanged. The mass grave filled with cold. From beneath the floorboards came a whisper, like a prayer for the departed. Together with the wind howling in the distance, they formed a congregation's choir. Sang loudly, praised God, His son, and the Holy Spirit. In such a moment, no one remembers the Mother of God. Who cares how we begin? Everyone only wonders how we end. Life was leaving me too.
Noticed the missing piece. Should have understood long ago where the days were turning. Hope has no place among these abandoned walls. Vibrations hadn't come in centuries; people forgot their own creations. Why would a grumpy miser wait for warmth. Shadows grew roots in the very heart. Tangled every corner and blocked the breath. A pitiful rasp - the last words. The sunbeam wasn't an executioner, only showed mercy. For the chance to breathe again, one must be grateful. I cried out what seemed logical. The wind gave me voice, allowed me to finish this prayer: “For the fallen and the living, for friends and kin. Do not hide behind illusion. Rise from your knees and walk east. To where the sun measures a new circle. To where the mortal spirit ascends at the end of days. I am not meant to count that hour, but I will finish mine, praying for you.”
Boom. Boom. Boom. Crk...
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That's all for now. Look forward for apdates and soon I'll start new chapter of my suffering.
I built up cage again because we bought two male degus. Brothers just started their exploration. They already understood, that I can speak their language as I tried to comfort them. Fedya is a good elder brother. He cares about Senya. And freakenly active younger degu now too tired.
About names? Oh... There was a real fight. Biba and Boba; Chip and Dail; Jul' and Yen and so on. I wanted to call orange one as Shuric and gray as Gena, but it's strange... Because I found PHM is really interesting risently, my parents suggested me Rocky and Grace. Funny, but no.
The best variant in my opinion was names from film "The Lord of the Rings" in Goblin's translation. So that's how Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee become Fedya and Senya.
As for conclusion: Fedya is a big brother, gray and white. He is curious and brave. Senya is a young orange one. He is careful and pretty plastic. I like them. Hope they will too...
I'm working on my first diorama from real place. Just look at this window!
Outside view
Real one (hope Big Bro would not peek)
I finally at the end of constructing frame, so next step is colouring. Honestly, I thought I'd never came to this step...
Oh, some funny inner picks (≧▽≦)
Why not?
And I have a question if you're interested in it: how I should make a roof?
There are two (three) variants. 1. To make it unremovable; 2. To make it in one piece, that lies on the top; 3. The hardest one to make it opening from both sides. Like a beam pirced roof... (・∀・)
I still think that 3 the best at sight, but 2 even better.
You came to us on February 07, 2020. I was ready to hold you until I fell unconscious. I admired your black ears and cried. I cried all evening. I knocked out only because the tears on the cheeks dried up.
I loved every moment. I knew that you would accept me. You bit and ran away. You were afraid of me and everything around. Was it hard for you too?
You took care of me. I don't know if you can understand it, but you took care of me. I closed myself in fur and cried like now. You were afraid, but over time you realized that it was comfort me. You spent so many years with me. You considered me as congener. I want to remember you like this forever. I won't forget you. I'll forget my friends. Forget everyone around. Forget myself. Always do. BUT I WON'T FORGET YOU. You are not human. You never hurt me intentionally. So rest. I'll look after you.
I practically forgot you asked me to post some music!!! Here it is!
Meet my precious instrument - flute!
(Block flute actually...)
I play music for 4 years and, in my humble opinion, I'm bad as hell in it. Here, this is the hardest song I have:
(sorry, don't want to show my face, so black screen)
Oh yeah! It's John Powell!
From all things I can play this is the peak of my skill. Just look: 3 parts with 5 sharps, then 4 flats and 6 sharps of 7 notes... Temp around 120, no pause (for wind instrument it's critical). 1:56 long and I can play this with or without the minus. If you need, here's notes itself
I really like HTTYD and it was such an honor to play something from the movie. Dream Works are awesome in immersion. You don't even need to keep your eyes open, but only hear this melody of John Powell and you really feel wind on your skin...
I have sth to post maybe, but dunno what really do. Can't choose... Something specific? Exams closer and closer, so I have no time for all this, but some content still on hands...
Who are you and what you want?
art (I work on thing, but I won't show it by now)
music (who knows I can play?)
video (I have a video with my pet. why not? but i really need to cut titles)
Voting ended onJun 5
Or I can show you my last diorama work. I still working on it, but why not...
(Wait a minute... I've invited Big Brother myself... No, guys, I won't show you. Only when I'll finish it 👀)
I've found old sketches. So this is from Murder Drones (I've only discovered Glitch, they had only pilot this time).
Just look at this wings! They are awesome ✨😍✨
(I like wings sooo bad)
Hehe, my favorite meme in here)))
And this is confirmation I really like wings...
I tried to make some kind of story after reading manga Parasite. Or maybe I just like the idea of soaring around... Anyway, I drew this on my hand several times at school with aquatic pencils.
There is no need to criticize me - this day is important in the history of almost the entire world.
I remember stories about this war from childhood. A few years ago, my great-grandfather, who fought in the war, died. And my great-grandmother celebrated her 97th birthday. She was 13 when the war began. They told me a lot about it. Even as a little girl, not understanding half the words, I saw the same thing in their eyes: fear. I don't wish this horror on anyone.
I'm afraid I've overstepped the mark on this platform, but I won't apologize either. Our history is a part of me too. The Russian spirit is essentially simple: we double the good and return the evil tenfold. Neither I nor many of us want wars. While the memory is fresh, there should be no talk of anything else.
Соотечественники. Я действительно остро ощущаю этот день. Нет слов, чтоб описать ужас современного дня. Переписывать историю, сносить памятники... Всё это жуткая низость. Пусть ненавистники говорят все, что у них на уме, но живая память связывает и их, и нас. Помните, что это затронуло абсолютно весь мир. Нам не дано понять этот страх, боль наших предков. Это то, что делает нас по-настоящему едиными. Мне, как старшей сестре и взрослому человеку, хотелось бы научить весь мир простой истине: Русские удваивает добро и возвращают зло в десятикратном размере. Мы не желаем войны, но ответим со всей силой. Сила - то, что нужно применять с умом, а не для угнетения.
У меня не хватит слов объяснить, что этот день значит для меня, но я надеюсь, что вы чувствуете то же самое.
Is there anyone who can fortune telling on meme cards!?
Teach me pls 👉👈
Now I believe in memes and I'll explain why...
I have a board game - Mem & Mem's. There are two decks - memes and situations. First includes 200 mem cards and second 100 cards with 4 situations each card.
One day, as a joke, I started drawing a random card from the deck for any question or occasion. I was horrified to discover that the cards were damn right... Here's an example: my sister came up to me and asked what I do, and the answer was this card:
As a second-year student, I was sharing useful information about professors across the department with first-year students. My fingers pulled out this:
Of course I pulled this out after the words "oh, I slept for 5 hours and now I feel like..." yeah, that's it...
And when, in the midst of the conversation, I did something stupid and said to my brother, “Oh, now forget it” I've got still from MIB:
I've already have no doubt that memes work. It's as if the God of Random himself is sending me signs, or the universe's "random number generator" has started working in sync with the memes...
The last straw was yesterday. My brother invited me to play Buckshot Roulette. I told him I had absolutely bad luck (considering I'd recently spent my luck on exams). He didn't believe me. So, I logged in, skipped pills, and triggered the tutorial. I wrote down my name for the dealer and easily lost in the first round (really it was like 2 - 0 shots, so I died)...
I showed it to him with a "that's what needed to be proven" look. But then it suddenly dawned on me. I took a deck of memes from the shelf and... I practically got through the tutorial without a damage:
As my last card, as I finally killed the dealer, was this guy:
Next, I decided to try endless mode with a deck of memes. I was doing pretty well in the first round until I got a card that I misread and lost miserably.
So now I need to learn how to read memes correctly and maybe I'll go to the "battle of psychics."
