a bunch of landscapes from spring that i never posted
also this is the 100th post on this blog so woo go me
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a bunch of landscapes from spring that i never posted
also this is the 100th post on this blog so woo go me
It’s been awhile. Here’s something i started last year sometime.
lyrics from the song i listened to on repeat every time i worked on it
Dark & Stormy - Hot Chip
This is Ces. They are a precious and perfect child who can do no wrong.
Art forgery is a victimless crime.
Queen Aalis, in a new medieval fantasy setting since... i didnt have one.
her husband is an anxious soft king, and they were arranged to be married to forge an alliance for their kingdoms.
She leads the army, and in the evenings they relax by the fire discussing strategy while her husband knits/sews/patches her battle clothing. They are cute and in love eventually.
Most of her life, she was the younger child of a minor kings-consort, and thus not destined for great things, until her older half siblings were .... no longer able to continue the succession, her older sister became queen of her home kingdom, and she was married off into a new one.
Their mother, The Mother of Knives (her new title according to her station as mother of ruling class children) accompanied Aalis to their new home.
The Memoriter’s uniform reference....because i like black and red ok.
the material can ‘self-heal’ to an extent, and can change color with special stimuli.
Shipboard Artificial Intelligence - Or SAI
an AI the crew of The Memoriter (Claudia’s ship) salvaged from a junkyard.
He does not appreciate being called a good boy. This is one of the preset templates.
The god of death, Mot. in my original work.
My starbound character, Tsaya. Theyre a terrible little menace and i love them. Perfect space-faring people-eating plant person who steals everything they get their grubby lil hands on.
unnamed character i was using for a study in drawing fat bodies
fat bodies are good bodies.
Xavia is an exotic dancer and also a naga.
For your listening pleasure
More of smol vampire. He’s a good kid, he’s just misguided.
Smol Vampire dealing w/ some issues.
cn: gore , blood ? i dont know.
look at this piece of art of a new character who has yet to be named but ive nicknamed cotton candy
Ces, the immortal nonbinary kid wonder.
Shaves their head like mom does, except they leave a bit of floof to color.
cause what kind of starving art student would they be if they didnt
It’s flat out here. It’s sometimes farm lands, sometimes it’s scrub land, but it’s always flat. Far as the eye can see in three directions. Behind you mountains recede into the horizon, and the highway is carved straight through rock. The day hovers at the brink of dusk, teetering a moment, as your car grumbles over the change from smooth paved highway to poorly paved parking lot in the only rest stop for 100 miles either way. It looks lonely, an island on an asphalt river. The bathroom is clean enough, but colder than outside, and smells of long lasting cleaning chemicals. On your way back to the car, you pause for otherworldly beings to pass. After all, humans aren’t the only ones who need rest.
- Piece number two on liminal spaces.
There’s a place you’ve been, far from the cars in the parking lot, through winding paths in the woods. It felt like hours, but the sun remains overhead, the harsh rays filtered to soft strips of warm gold among the trees. The air smells of the forest, and of the sea at the same time. Eventually the path gives way to sand, and you’re met by the ocean view. It’s vast, and infinitely bigger than anything you can comfortably imagine. And you feel that you not alone, in this strange otherworldly place between the forest and the sea. The walk back to the car takes five minutes, with the developing polaroid clutched in one hand.
- A piece on Liminal spaces.
Looks like there’s been a mix-up in the laundry.
Anthea likes their clothes baggy, but this is Too Baggy. And Dorian likes his clothes fitted, but this is Too Tight. And Malia’s is juuuuuust right.
Finally drew Malia’s Big, Anxious boyfriend. He usually wears flannel and looks like a lumberjack tbh.