ForeverAWeirdo/SolaceIsWeird Original works

Welcome, this a mature blog. Please 18+ only due to graphic stories and art. This where I place my original works of art stories that I do on my own. I'll also sprinkle art tips and such. I'll let you know when art or stories are not mine. Enjoy this area of original art and such.

[thechekhov]

I made a thing! I was thinking about this for a few days - because I realized that when I was young, I was also frustrated about being given the same advice over and over - without really knowing what it meant!!

Here’s 5 techniques which I have done before which have helped me grow as an artist, which are good for 5-minute warmups or just straight up challenges for your sketchbook! 

Obviously, these are not the ONLY techniques - they’re just the ones I find most fun! And maybe they’re not the most ‘correct’ ones out there, but it’s better than another comic about practicing more, right? 

Good luck to everyone on their drawings!

[miyuliart]

Some pointers I keep in mind while drawing difficult angles. Posted these on twitter last month.

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Death In The Heavens 320 color palette Challenge #63

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Death In The Heavens 320 color palette Challenge #43

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Death In The Heavens 320 color palette Challenge #40

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Death In The Heavens 320 color palette Challenge #20

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Requests please

requests for drawing, stories, and asks are open! :)

[discokitties]

Colors from Adobe Color CC (Kuler)

Respect artist rules

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10/26 Updated with more colors

[bottleshark]

Request things!!! Make me practice!!!!!

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I can see it in your eyes.

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All of his apologies fell on death’s ear. There’s no way he’s going to forgive him; it was silly for him to believe it was that easy. Lawrence doesn’t forgive people easily, at least not anymore. He longer gives chances other people; no more. This now applies to simple acts of kindness; if he’s going to be treated like this then why brother? He’s done with this shit. “Shut up..” Law commanded, he’s upset he locked the door and not answer back. Him screaming wasn’t his main concern back there. He could have said something or better yet not lock the door in the first place.

Sadly the other doesn’t didn’t stop apologizing to much of Lawrence’s annoyance. Usually he enjoy listing to others talk but he clearly wasn’t in the mood. He pushed him against him with more force; if words aren’t working then he’ll have to use violence. However, Anthony said something that caught him off guard; so much that he accidentally loosen his grip. “What…?” He did he say he wanted to go back to the river? No, he can’t be talking about the river he’s associated with. It must be some kind of coincidence. ”There no edge and no shore….” He randomly said under his breath, if he really seen the river he would understand what he’s talking about.

“That’s the river..right?” He expects the other to not understand what he’s talking about. That’s best way to clarify things is to mention it. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in the river he was talking about. especially after hearing him say, he wants Law to join him. Even though Anthony broke his trust he still respects him oddly enough. It’s very confusing to the Law, the only explanation that he could think of that he feels guilty.

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Blue eyes that were once bright like water in the sun were now dull. They were clouded with fear, shame, and of course he felt horrible about what he did. They looked almost steely gray like the river he dreamed of. He was at first confused by what Lawrence had said. He froze in place as if he ran into a brick wall. He went so still that it seemed even his tears stopped in mid drip. Anthony was so taken off guard by what Lawrence said that he felt his mind haze over. A thick fog covered his thoughts as he tried to process what his mind heard.

How did he know about that place? It was just something from his head right? Something from his head that his mind made him think of instead of work. Instead of that life he was trapped in. The dull washing in and out of reality that he was dealing with. Lately things seemed to be like a day dream. He met so many new people. So many new faces entered in his life and now... He might not ever see anyone again.

He knew Lawrence likely wouldn't trust him for a while so when he confirmed that he too saw the place Anthony at first asked," what?" his voice was almost silent as the dreams washed over his eyes. He seemingly went semi limp agents the wall as he recalled the place. "Mist for ages... No shore... Gray... Star lit sky so beautiful... Even though no one is there it's the most peace I have ever felt..." the male murmured this quietly. Eyes going cloudy for a moment Anthony saw the place. It was almost like stepping into a day dream. Just like that... He was calm... His tears stopped, his fear left him, he was totally and utterly still. It was like he was home talking to a friend, but he was still here at the same time. Such a weird thing to feel..."I can see it now..." was all the he whispered as if sinking into a deep half sleep half awake state. His eyes blank, body still, and all emotions calm. His breathing returned to soft puffs. Almost like a sleeping child after a day of play. He went limper as he zoned into the river. Listening to the quiet hum of the waters and the silence. It was almost like a scary day dream.

Little did the blonde know his legs gave out from under him in his trance like state. Falling forward a bit into the wall the male impacted the floor as well as the wall...and just like that it was gone. Like the fluttering of butter fly wings the vision was gone. Eyes going back into focus in hyper speed. It was like his senses were kicked into hyperdrive for a moment. All the smells, all the sounds, everything was crystal clear. Even the hammering of his heart. Then he was there again... On the ground turning his neck the best he could to face Lawrence only to turn back. His eyes darted to the wall and the to the ground and the area around him. Did that really just happen? Oh boy and he said it out loud too. 'Great I'm dead. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm gone! He's gonna kill me and here I am spacing out...'

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I can see it in your eyes.

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I can see it in your eyes    Oh, he could tell he did it now. The other was very irritated by his actions that was for sure. He could feel his heart thudding heavily in his chest. Anthony shuttered a bit in slight fear. He couldn’t help it. Someone bigger than him was shoving him into a wall with force. Lawrence was angry with him that was for sure. Anthony felt himself get pressed into the wall almost the instant he exited the bathroom. He was a huge baby when it came to pain so he just bit back a soft whimper. It was like fire when his arm was twisted behind him. ‘Oh, why did you have to go and get him mad ya dumby?’ The male thought to himself. He felt the corners of his eyes watering already as he started blaming himself for the actions of the other. Lawrence was already nervous as it was and he likely just made it worse by his actions.    Though Lawrence told him, “quiet” he felt the need to explain himself. He was desperate to apologize and do at least something to make Lawrence feel at some peace of sorts. Anthony could feel his throat tightening as he cleared his throat. He was not going to cry. He knew crying would likely just make it worse on Lawrence. His voice faltered at first when he tried to say something. It was like a screen door that hadn’t been opened in a while. You could open it, but it would make a nasty noise after. The sound of his voice was caught in his throat, but his words formed on his lips. What came out was likely a low croak before he managed to whisper, “I’m sorry... “his voice was very soft at first before Anthony licked the roof of his dry mouth. “I’m sorry I stressed you out...It must be hard enough for you to have me here and worry about me screaming. That likely sent you over the edge...” The smaller male said this with such sincerity it was like he was a judge to his own crimes. Sure his arm hurt, but Anthony was not mad at Lawrence at all. He was blaming himself for what he got himself into.   At least that’s the way he saw it. Anthony did not blame Lawrence for his actions in the slightest. He felt that Lawrence didn’t deserve what he did to him. Once he was pressed forward on the wall Anthony leaned forward into the wall more. He wanted to show that he was not going to try to squirm away. He was going to listen. Blinking away the tears forming at the corners of his eyes the male whispered, “I’m so sorry...” He felt so bad that he was stressing Lawrence out like this that he wasn’t even really thinking about the pain.

   He just hoped he could help Lawrence feel at ease somehow. Though that likely was not going to be the case huh? He shut his eyes a bit and imagined the place he saw in his dreams. It was such a beautiful place... It had a starlit place with calm warm waters. It was like everything just slipped away when you settled there. A river that was so vided in his mind. As he thought of that place he felt the tears break free. “I want to go back to the river...” Anthony whispered softly under his breath. It was such a pretty place. It would likely calm down Lawrence so much. It was a place where he was safe. Everyone there was so safe and warm... “I would take you there if I could...”  Anthony realized that he was speaking out loud and instantly stiffened. ‘Oh gosh did he hear me?! Oh dear, he’s going to hurt me for sure if he has no idea what I’m talking about...I shouldn’t of bee even talking in the first place and here I am blabbing about things from my fantasies ’ Feeling the sweat dripping off his brow a bit as he tried to stop himself from crying, but now that he was he couldn’t stop.    

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I can see it in your eyes.

@serpula-lacrymans   The smell of plants and fresh air filled his nostrils. Taking a deep breath the 5′7 male stepped forward towards the mirror. He was let up from being tapped down to a chair moments before. It’s crazy how he ended up here. Anthony just wanted to loosen up a bit. He’d been juggling work and haven’t been really doing much other than that. He looked up at himself in the mirror. He was paler than he was last night that’s for sure. Bags under his eyes and he looked kinda rough. It likely didn’t help that he slept tapped to a chair. He rubbed his head a bit only to wince. “Owe...” He whispered quietly as he recalled the night before. He had hit his head, it was when he was tackled by the other who was currently holding him here.    He wasn’t sure why he was here, but he was. Odd enough Anthony wasn’t even mad at Lawrence. Was it bad that he actually took some pity on the one that was keeping him here? He wanted to help him but had little to no idea how to do so when all he seemed to do was stress the other out a bit more. Though right now he seemed a lot calmer. He also drank that tea he gave him and it did not kill him so there’s that. He never tasted anything like it in his life, but it was oddly comforting... He was pretty sure that he had been drugged in hind sight. That stuff made him pass out and have pretty weird dreams. Though it’s likely best if  the male didn’t think of that right now. ‘. Right now I need to think of a way to either get out of here or...’  his thoughts stopped once he realized that he felt kinda bad just leaving Lawrence. He was distressed and he wanted to help him even if he was just a stranger...    Splashing water over his face Anthony took a deep breath and looked at his reflection. ‘Maybe I can help him..’ stepping from the sink some water off his face dripped into the sink. He cleaned off his face before looking over some of the liquids and such. He felt the pounding in his ears as he realized that he was likely running out of time in here. He did not have nearly enough time to organize his thoughts. Shaking his head he muttered, “maybe if I lock the door I can steal some time...” he whispered this quietly before he locked it and stood at the tub. He saw the bottles that said,’for pain’  and ‘numb’ on it. He had no idea what was in them so decided not to touch them.   His heart was going a mile a minute. He felt like a moth desperately trying to free itself from a spider’s web. Anthony felt awful that he locked the door on Lawrence since all he had been was nice to him. He just thought that maybe he could have space? Some time to just breath and get his thoughts together. That was when he heard the doorknob wiggle followed by the other calling his name. Sweat poured off him as he realizes that he was likely stressing the living hell out of Lawrence. Just a little longer? He heard the jigging get worse and worse followed by the shouting. Lawrence was nervous, wasn’t he? He likely thought that Anthony managed to harm himself in here. “oh geeze... what am I doing?” he asked himself under his breath as he felt the sweat form on his brow. The more desperate Lawrence became the more he couldn’t take it. That was when there was no noise. “It’s going to get bad.. you’re killing him Anthony...” He couldn’t take it. He swung the door open flinching as he did so since he had no idea what the other was going to do. 

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OC Drawing Prompts!

Reblog for others to send emojis to your ask box (or just draw what you want)!

✂️ Hair Swap - Draw an OC with the hairstyle of another character

📕 Books - Draw an OC reading their favorite book in their favorite spot

🌧 Rainy Day - Draw your OC out in the rain, with or without an umbrella

❤️ Love - Draw your OC with their romantic partner(s)

💔 Heartbreak - Draw your OC experiencing heartbreak

🌈 Pride - Draw any LGBT+ OC celebrating pride of their identity

💧 Tears - Draw your OC crying, either lightly or heavy sobs

🌸 Flower - Draw your OC in a flower crown

⭐️ Divinity - Draw your OC as a deity, in godlike clothing

👑 Royalty - Draw your OC as royalty with a crown that fits their personality

👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 Family - Draw your OC with one or more members of their immediate family

👕 Outfit Swap - Draw your OC in the clothes of another OC

🌙 Bedtime - Draw your OC in their pajamas

🗡 Adventure - Draw your OC as if they were a fantasy adventurer

🔮 Magic - Draw your OC as a magic being/using magic

💊 Medic - Draw your OC having wounds patched up

🌎 Culture - Draw your OC in clothes and/or doing actions that represent their culture

🕷 Spooky - Draw your OC terrified/facing their biggest fear

😡 Rage - Draw your OC the maddest they’ve ever been

✏️ School - Draw your OC in a school uniform, either as when they were a child or as an adult

🎩 Dapper - Draw your OC in fancy dinner party clothes

🏖 Beach Day - Draw your OC in their swimsuit, or whatever they would typically wear to the beach

❄️ Arctic - Draw your OC in heavy winter clothing

🐻 Species Swap - Draw a human OC as an animal, or an animal oc as a human

⚰️ Death - Draw your OC as a ghost

🍭 Candy - Draw your OC in candy clothes

💫 Galaxy - Draw your OC with a space/galaxy aesthetic

🤖 Robot - Draw your OC as a robot (or draw your robot OC as a human)

📜 Old Times - Draw your OC in old-fashioned

🔧 Job Swap - Draw your OC wearing the uniform and doing the job of another OC

🎥 Star - Draw your OC as a moviestar

🛏 Sleep - Draw your OC napping, in their bed or in an inconvenient or strange location

🍎 Food - Draw your OC enjoying their favorite food

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[forgettheflowers]

Please send me some my box os empty and my art is turning dry. I know I’m behind. I hate my art right now. Please give my art some life

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Do you ever?

Do you ever just overthink things to a point where you can't breath? I do, all the time. Infact I feel horrible about it. Somehow my mind just wants me to be a good person but, in other times I think I'm utterly selfish. I want people to be happy. I don't want them to suffer but, at the same time I feel like I shouldn't let them live with a mask on.

Then again, that mask might not even be there. Maybe I'm the one with the mask on. Maybe instead of them being blissfully unaware of a train wreck it's me. That train wreck is come towards me. The feelings that I'm trying to protect them from... The feelings that I don't want them to feel. Maybe they'll happen to me.

When people are afraid of hurting people's feelings they hide things. Slowly one day something is going to give. One day that train wreck will come. In all honesty, I'd rather know when it's coming towards me... It would hurt so much less that way.

If people are bothered by something I do I'd rather have them tell me. I'd rather have them tell me instead of me getting hurt so much worse. If they would just tell me everything would be over with. Everything, all the pain, all the emotions, all the walls of worry I built would crumble and in all honesty....Once they fall I'd feel like... I...I was right.

All those times I felt that feeling that it was too good to be true it turns out, I was right. I don't want to be the one that was right. I don't want the train wreck to land on me. I also don't want it to land on my friend but, I have a feeling it must happen. In time the crash would be worse. For me or my friend, we both would feel worse.

Do I wait for the wall to slowly crumble? Do I peak out from underneath my blindfold of bliss? Should I just wait for the wave to crash on me? Instead maybe I should dive forward... Maybe I should dive into the waterfall and give a push to a bolder that was just about ready to fall. Yet, what is the cost? What is this cost of waiting or diving? When I know that in time the outcome would only be worse.

I feel the walls closing in again. The pitter patter of dread is running down my spine. Oh gosh, I think I'm suffocating again. I don't know what to do. For this is just yet another mountain but, it might of been just a mole hill. The mind is such a dark place. When you think that it should be the only thing that I should of trusted most...

Is it bad that sometimes...I'm so tired of fighting with my mind I let it win? I let daggers slice through my heart. I let the words that one should never think infect my mind. My mind at times is an ocean and sometimes...I just get lost at sea.

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3 for Ced? C:

Yep! Sorry for the wait on this one. Just finished it. Also if you don’t like it feel free to ask for another one. I’ll be posting it up right now. Sorry for the late night or super early response XD Feel free to ask for more and send more people over!

[forgettheflowers]

Here is it, sorry it turned out kinda dressing but, I honestly felt like it fit. If you want a more happy Ced. Feel free to ask for one and I’ll draw it. Hope you like it! Sorry if it’s kinda bad I stayed up late drawing it.

And here’s the pallet in case you wanna make sure I got them all

Hope you like everything the original pallet was made by @nikadonna go check out their stuff! Feel free to ask or try yourself!