Just some guy who posts fanart and such on this blog. Most of it is currently for Don't Starve since that's the last fandom I was active in... which was a few years back oops.
So I finally was able to get my Lost Dimension screenshots transferred to the laptop. Obviously the first thing to do is to go through and sort them. Well... I come across this one.
Uhhhhhh Mana...
Mana I... Are you certain that you’re absolutely 100% calm? Because that seriously looks like you got a case of the berserk status. I mean... YOU HAVE THE CLOUDS SWIRLING AROUND YOU HEAD
Sho I advise you run
(under the cut is a bonus behind the scenes shenanigans)
During the rough stages of trying to figure out Mana’s hair I kinda did some layer flipping and got this
I started this about a month ago (maybe? idk anymore) and now I can finally stop screaming because let me tell you, that collar of hers, the boots, the scarf-not-scarf thing, and the FIRE! Oh GOD THE FIRE! All of those were driving me up the fucking wall. But it’s cool now because IT IS DONE! WOOOOOOOO!
I looked through my sketchbook and discovered some sketches I completely forgot about. Please excuse the shitty anatomy and other mistakes I was just starting to get a feel for the characters I guess? i don’t rememeber
[text for the first image says “Marco’s headphones” with an arrow pointing at them]
Here’s a short drabbly thing for the Lost Dimension fandom. I’ll toss it onto AO3 in a bit... I guess. Also, thanks to the three friends that read this over for me to make sure everything was alright!
Everything happened so fast. One moment he charged headfirst to assist his allies, the next he was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by enemies that decided it would be better to target him. Overwhelmed by the fog that increasingly muddled his mind. Overwhelmed until he was running purely on adrenaline.
An animalistic cry sounded across the battlefield, instilling a sense of dread to allies nearby. They knew. They knew what happened, even if they didn't bear witness. They'd seen it happen before to another, some even felt firsthand the desperation that comes from pushing themselves too far.
He sliced through the nearest foe (...foe?) before him. A roar of anger (...fear?) from his left caught his attention. The memories of battles long past channeled through as he pressed forward with intent. Intent to strike down the next foe (...foe?). Another roar (...shriek?) echoed through his ears as the blade struck true.
Moments later the fog in his head began to lift. All at once his senses came back, it was too much to take in at once. There was more shouting, frantic? Something happened, but what? Red coloured the ground before him, a feeling of dread began to pool in his stomach, why? Suddenly he was pushed aside, the liquid on his face slightly chilling him from the wind of the movement, sweat? He reached up to touch the wetness.
Red. Blood. The same as the splatters all over his arm, his katana... katana?!
Realization crashed into him like an avalanche. The enemies don't bleed. That means...!
He looks to the concentration of blood on the ground, to the body. Bile rises to his throat as he takes in the sight. His comrade lay there in two parts. He did that. Him in his rage. How could he be so careless? So careless to allow himself to be pushed to the edge? It's one thing to be forced to kill your comrades, but for it to happen like this... with his own hands.
There was only one option for redemption. An answer within his grasp. An answer he could read through the katana's memories of the previous owner.
He grasps tightly at the weapon's handle, aiming it towards himself. His hands shake nervously. Sweat mingles with the blood on his face. He has to do it. It's the just thing to do.
After hibernating for two or so years, I hereby slap you all with fanart for a completely different fandom! Uh, it’s Lost Dimension by the way, and man does is it starved for content. Hopefully I can help rectify that and not suddenly drop off the face of the earth again before finishing a bunch of unfinished things.
Just an idea I had after seeing the different Chester variants. I doubt this would happen but I'm entertained by the thought. As for colours, not too sure but I'm leaning towards yellow or grey legs with chocolate-y brown fur (TOTALLY wasn't feeling hungry as I suggested that).
I finally finished this after starting it... I think it was last year? Eh, whatever, I'm finally starting to draw things again and actually finish what I started.
This did not come out as gore packed as I wanted. Oh well.
If the anatomy is off it's because the hounds did it. >83 Actually that's not true, I was just angry and needed to release it quickly so I didn't give a fuck at this moment in time.
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