if you confidently start calling my own ocs some other characters' names that i don't even know about over and over 99% chance youre getting blocked sorry it is absolutely that serious
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ This is for my friends on discord who have inexplicably ran into my art blog here on Tumblr, I miss you & I love you & we will get through this together, piss hearts all around 💛💛💛💛💛 ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ In summary, thanks for reblogging my work, enjoying what I make, giving my life meaning, and I felt the need to preface that when I draw, it's mostly guaranteed a self indulgence. ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ Holy bejesus where'd you all come from. ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ I really hate that I'm posting three creator comments in a row without something to show for it to break up the monotony of my ramblings into a vacuum, but I feel like I can get away with one more before I start to lose the attention of my nine followers (Which is like, more boiled eggs than I can handle. Can you imagine eating NINE boiled eggs?) so cut me some slack and send me flying through the cosmos into a frictionless journey towards new horizons- or death by suffocation, whichever comes first. ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ So... You all really liked that one post. You know, the TADC screenshot redraw currently standing at 92 likes- which, not to make a mountain out of a molehill, is a lot of people to like one specific display of pride. Imagine if you did a sick flip and 92 people were to witness with all certainty that was radical as hell? I don't even know 92 people, I don't think. There's only so many individuals with multi faceted identities I can imagine before I see the forest but forget the trees. ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ I really did not expect the post to gain so much traction. Sure, it was one that covered a pretty large demographic of interest, but toss your work to the currents of the internet and without a bank to rest upon, it'll get lost among the tides. I owe most, if not all of it to the nine who've reblogged the post to their own audience, the internet is a beautiful webbing of intertangled communities, threading us a net to rest our history upon with the hopes decades from now, the echo we whispered into abyss would reverberate back with enough strength to reach the ears of someone else. The internet is an archive, a library, and every post, like and search is a line spelling out the message "I was here." And hadn't we been saying that since the moment "here" meant something? We've lived long enough as a species to send messages across entire contenents through waves and wires, because we want our memory to matter, be it by the recollection of someone else, or an eternalized handprint painted in pixels. ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ Remembrance has always been the goal when I made this blog. I like to archive and categorize. I like organizing and displaying, consider this space a publicized art gallery, a warehouse to store slivers of my soul, stretched and nailed to plasterboard walls. I have always created for myself, first and foremost, there isn't a single thing I do that isn't in some capacity, self indulgent. The art would still be here regardless of who it's viewed by, if ever. But that's not to say I dislike that my creation means something to other conscious beings, however brief that may be, but I've always been surprised when what I create solely (almost) for myself (characters, writing, art) appeals to someone, regardless of how shallow, self centered and predictable it may be. ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ I don't want to rest on my laurels and become too dependant on audience favorability to guide my work, but I still find it hard to believe there's any laurels to rest upon. This collection was never for private viewing, however, with a second, third, and perhaps beyond that opinion, I'm given a bit more guidance through the bramble patch. I'd still be creating for myself, but I can often find myself indecisive on what projects should take presidence over the others, with the anchor of someone else's approval (let's be honest, my best work is done when I'm trying to impress someone. Or spite. Sometimes both.) I can label the boxes and reroute my schedule to catch where the waves may lead. ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ This all sounds incredibly privileged that I even have the means to choose what to create and when, it's like a multi billionaire who can't figure what to spend their money on when they exist in a state of near immortality and immunity, there's not much to keep you satisfied. And I am a woman who is hardly satisfied. Cough cough, Hamilton. Listen, I just like the soundtrack.ᝰ.ᐟ
Hello, Rocky Rickaby self-shippers! Do you have an OC or Lackadaisy sona that I could put in a drawing with Rocky? If so, please reblog with a drawing of the character so I can add them in. Thanks!
Sighs before begrudgingly flipping my pockets to spill forth... Her.
This is Madeline Aster.
⟢ Madeline "Moth" Aster is a soft spoken gamine with a fragile disposition and a flighty sort of charm that all sorts of unusual and unsavory personality types find endearing, making her the perfect face to work the counter of the little daisy café by day, and charm (unwittingly) her way through liquor deals at night for the speakeasy down under, that is, when she's not squeezing the keys of the accordion, daydreaming, or crammed in some small dusty hidey hole, sleeping away the next decade in a cavalcade of whimsical and unusual dreams of joining the circus. As standoffish as she is mysterious, her bookish nature may seem better suited for the role of a librarian than digging the graves of rival gangs, but quite literally falling into the hands of the Speakeasy with no true identity to her name has left her with very little in terms of employment. At least with the peculiar company and small adventures that come with the job, you wouldn't hear her complaining. Out loud .
⟢ A starry eyed moon shaped face filled with melancholy and terror, her list of talents consist of predicting tragedies with a 76% rate of success, thinking of the worst case scenario, hiding in plain sight, playing therapist, showing up at the wrong place and the wrong time, NOT JUGGLING, and melting the most steely hearted individuals with a wide gaping watery eyed gaze .
I have... SO much writing & art about her. Half rewritten roleplay bits & crummy unfinished sketches of her, but writing and art regardless, including a character form over 64,000 characters that needs revising, and an in depth analysis of her and Rocky's... Something. (Her relationships with the rest of her acquaintances, colleagues and other somethings pending, no joke I've made multiple NPC's turned OCs just for set dressing.)
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ Gee willikers, short message before I take an either 22 minute nap or 22 hour hibernation, but I just realized my most liked & reblogged post was of my OC from a less than popular fandom. It's about as astounding as when I found out my friends liked my writing, & characters, & me for the person I am & not the mimic of what statistically guarantees social survival. It's kinda neat. Knocking on wood here, but if you'd like to see more of her, you're either going to thoroughly enjoy the content I create, or despise me. It's a coin flip. She's simontanously a thinly veiled being of self indulgence wrapped in the shroud of originality, & a testament to over a decade of writing, art & character creation spun into a magnum opus, which is all I can say. But I like her, & so do my friends, so that's all that really matters. ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ Also Uhm ughnnnnh I'm not sure if this should be tagged with Lackadaisy. How far removed from the subject can you get before tagging isn't justified, like yeah for sure's she's a Lackadaisy OC, but is she relevant enough to intruige by mention? ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ Ughnnn it's four AM right now & I technically have to get up in less than an hour, I don't even know why I stayed up so late, it's probably some sort of unconscious psychological instinct that prevails over a healthy sleep schedule because I'm in some way aware I get my best work done at night when there's nobody else to bother me, something something AutDHD something something tasteful trauma, I'm an actual character with a backstory. I'm so sleepy but I have Costco chocolate chip cookies to eat & a big ol mug a tea that needs chugging. Hashtag just unemployed things. ᝰ.ᐟ
⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ Art coming today. Maybe. I dunno, I've traded in my writers block for my art block so I can finally work on roleplay replies & writing (yeah, heh, I'm one of them filthy ROLEPLAYERS, what of it?) My bestest friend (I have two hands for friendship bracelets) is giving me too many Mockery ideas for me to embrace the malaise of mental fog. You fools don't even know what I'm talking about, you're in for a real jolly good time. ᝰ.ᐟ
.✦ ݁˖ Oh! Heyyy there, gang. Fancy seeing me around my own art blog, huh? Ain't that a rare treat. A blue moon occurrence. I have returned and hark, I bear offerings of the illustrative variety! Indulge in the fruits of my labor! Before I leave you hunger pained and confused yet again with another unannounced disappearance! The Houdini of the 21st century, some people may refer to me as. Don't quote me on that, I can't devulge my sources.
.✦ ݁˖ This post really shouldn't have lingered as a draft for as long as it did, I had it queued up for nearly a week the moment I had it finished, just ask my friends, they'd agree that I could've had this multi day posting streak going as strong as the tendons in my fingers would allow me the mercy (I'm a phone artist, if I wanted another way to digitally draw, it's display tablet or bust), hinderance lingered the doorway for one reason only.
.✦ ݁˖ Choice of song. As the regulars have probably observed (Heya there, shout out to my seven followers, couldn't have done it without ya!) my taste in music is one of eclectic niche pallete- does that make it good? Art is subjective, I rest my case. I didn't want to leave this post without one of my signature links to garnish, it's kind of become my brand at this point, just check out my old account. You're just going to have to scroll pretty far down to get to my good stuff, there's a reason I needed a clean slate. Issue is, there's not a lot of songs within my earshot that define tasteful rebellion, I'm more of a "I love you so much I'm going to cannibalize you" type of girl. Once more, ask my friends, they'll quote me.
.✦ ݁˖ By the time I'm writing this paragraph, Tumblrs fuckass auto post would've thrown this draft to the tide, a hideous amalgamation of open ended statements and reworded sentence structures, Hephaestus would like a word. Anyways, this thing took me 30 hours. It doesn't come close to my record of 39, but time passed mercifully with a blind sort of ease to my labors, I hadn't even known I'd been working this piece for that long until Ibispaint tapped me on my shoulder and told me to give the lineart a break. Most of the time was spent on just that, lineart, it's my favorite part of illustration in this style! Majority of it got covered up with a couple of overlay layers and coloring, but my efforts were not for naught. Double negative. So like, not in vain. I tried hard and I don't regret it.
.✦ ݁˖ I've decided after this, to keep burnout from searing away my nerve endings into a scarred botched imitation of a glory I hadn't the routine to maintain, I really am going to try to make this a once a week thing. Only nifty thing about modern day Tumblr is it's queue function, I'd say! Doesn't make up for it's automatic assumption that I can't decide when to post for myself. You bet your 1929 dollar that I'm going to be bitching about it for the next week. But I'm thinking perhaps Saturdays? Or maybe Mondays, where there would be less traffic in the tags.
.✦ ݁˖ Typically for a post like this, I wait a month before doing away with the spoiler warnings for whatever media of which I am referring to in these posts, it's just common internet etiquette, but without clarification, it'll be downright easy to scroll past if you're not scouring with a keen eye. I'm definitely keeping the tag forwarning episode eight content, I don't want to be one of those people laying down land mines of spoilers without the mind to maybe tag their work.
.✦ ݁˖ Just some additional notes, I don't want to make screenshot redraws a habitual thing. I'd hate to be known as "That one artist who redraws those cool TADC screenshots and is also brilliant and amazing and the type of person you should trust with your credit card"... Maybe. But it shouldn't be the entire encompass of my identity, that's something to look out for when becoming a creator basically anywhere, even with a balance between the content you produce, majority of the time you grow an audience who are there for one of your many subjects of muse. That's not to say I'll be pivoting away from TADC content, but the redraws are easy to produce as the blueprint is already there, and a fun experiment with my style, so I think I'd just stick to them being a sort of safety net in case I got nothing else to throw at y'all. I also intend to be posting more Lackadaisy content, along with a few other niche fandoms I've found myself a part of. This might not solely be an art blog, I'm still dancing the line between posting my writing here as well, or creating an alt account to keep things polished. Let me know what you guys think? I still need to fix up myself a pinned message linking all the important stuff, it'll make navigation easier for those who might be interested in my other affairs, if any. Just... Tell me what you'd like to see, and I'll either oblige eagerly, or spit in your face the French man's style. Toodaloo.
.✦ ݁˖ Yeah, remember when I said I was going to space these out? I lied. I'm a liar. Shakira Shakira and all of that. Okay cool, first post with Madeline in feline form, wowza, ain't she berries? Ain't she great? She's not feeling great, I'll tell you that much. What she's feeling is a deep embedded sense of swirling betrayal and dread the likes of which no matter the theosaurus, is undescribable in its intensity. Golly, I wonder what made her feel that way. Or who.
.✦ ݁˖ Well, there's only one person who can disappoint her that greatly.
.✦ ݁˖ Anyways, proper introduction to her character yet to be done, but this is a pretty good summary of her general... Her - ness. If anyone recognizes that displayed sort of emotional exhaustion, the reference for this was a screenshot I took of The Amazing Digital Circus EP 8. Pomni happens to be Madelines greatest inspiration, shocker for me, the woman who loves clowns and even more, SAD clowns.
.✦ ݁˖ You guys better enjoy this, or something, because I caught the flu for this. Actually, the flu is completely unrelated, I just love to self pity and blame my misfortunes on unexplainable exterior forces beyond human comprehension in order to relieve myself of any guilt or blame, to change is to acknowledge that I'm not perfect the way I am. My momma says I'm special.
.✦ ݁˖ Just so we're all on the same page, that was satire. That was a joke, I hope it came across that way, I don't want to scare you guys off with my girl germs and my unshakable sense of pride. Manipulation is a shade that only looks good on me at night.
.✦ ݁˖ Gee, two posts within the same - looks down at my blank wrist... Something. I'd space them out to look like less of a try hard, but you'd sooner divert the course of a river than deny my nature, or however it goes. They pretty much encapsulate the scope of my main two illustrative styles, and two of the main fandoms I'm in currently !! Which is, The Amazing Digital Circus, and Lackadaisy! Yes folks, believe it here, this is a Lackadaisy character! Original character. Humanized. I needed the practice.
.✦ ݁˖ Uhhmn uhh, I know it's kind of odd for my first Lackadaisy associated post to be an illustration of a humanized non - canon character, but I am nothing if not self indulgent, which is also why I got back into the fandom, despite myself !! Here's Madeline. She's... Here, and she's overcompensating in blandness of appearance to make up for her rich inner world and poor man's way of work. Which is ironic, considering her conventional attractiveness, or maybe I just like drawing pretty things and it's a fatal flaw of mine to avoid illustrating the truly mundane.
.✦ ݁˖ There's not much to be said about this piece, it was majorly just a headshot study that got out of hand. I'm not particularly fond of how sloppy I got with the individual hair strands, and the scarring is a bit too obvious, regardless it is certainly an improvement from the last time I drew her in this style!! Blegh. It's not obvious, but there was a LOT of J. C. Leyendecker I derived inspiration from, he was a god back in his hayday! Or I'm just saying that because I'm a fan. I'll never tell. I could've done better with the expression and head pose, it tells you nothing about her and her character besides "Oh, three quarters headshot and a vaguely pleasant visage, this is so digestible for a general audience!" However, her default is usually wide eyed stone faced dread, so this may actually be a unique expression for her! Jolly good show!
.✦ ݁˖ Oh look, it's that one screenshot everyone and their mother is redrawing !! I say, eating it up every time . This isn't my best work, my lineart certainly has been better, but it's a nice warmup for what's to come.