Kit Bodega Fanart
Just finished my college midterms and so I decided to make more fanart of the Gameoverse, this time of Kit Bodega, everyone's favorite loaf. Hope you guys enjoy it.
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Kit Bodega Fanart
Just finished my college midterms and so I decided to make more fanart of the Gameoverse, this time of Kit Bodega, everyone's favorite loaf. Hope you guys enjoy it.
Malice Fanart! Made in Medibang Paint Okay so the last artpiece I made from Gameoverse exploded online so why not make another? This is Malice and she's got big one-eyed energy. I seem to have a trend of liking one-eyed characters like Niffty and Kaboodle. Fold doesn't inspire me as much, but we'll see how the story progresses. I plan on making one more cel-shaded artwork, one for Kit, the main character and that would conclude my art for the ladies of the Gameoverse for now, (sorry Crab Girl.) Thanks for all the positive energy!
Miss Information fanart! I love the Gameoverse pilot! I initially thought Jschlatt's voice wouldn't fit in, but I think Kaboodle is just literally him. Anyway have some fanart of Miss Information that I made in Medibang.
"Mel" from The Gaslight District
I'm excited to see "Mel" from The Gaslight District next week. I decided to paint her as my Color Theory Finals. I hope it's sufficient for the subject. I wish you enjoy it as much as I do, I feel like my poses are still a bit stiff or awkward but I'm doing my best.
Short Story #1
Oh damn so I missed my college assignment deadline for this and I was supposed to submit a short story for the class but I really liked what I wrote so I'll share it with you guys. It's called After Heaven
After Heaven by MoonlitLamps
If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Lisa Thornwood lived a normal life. At least, that’s what she thought to accept from herself. In reality, she always felt like she could be doing something more, ever since her Dad told her that she was destined for great things. She remembered her father for being the positive light of her life. But then he died when she was young, a type of aggressive brain cancer. Now at 25, she was on her way to meet up with an interesting date before tragedy struck and a motorcyclist accidentally lost balance swerving near the sidewalk and struck a post, sending the vehicle and rider into a chaotic spin and slamming right into her head and snapping her neck right then and there on the spot.
Shock. Pain. Barely a brief moment passed between her eyes before she opened her eyes again in shock, laying on her bed.
“What.” She muttered, looking around. It was just a dream, she figured. But then she looked closer and noticed the bedroom around her isn't the same plain chic post-university dorm that she called home. Pictures and posters on the walls reminded her of her old family home in Tennessee. Wait, it WAS her old family home. This was her childhood room.
Slowly rising from a stupor, she brushed her fingers on the walls, the aged and cracked wallpaper was peeling slowly under her fingertips. The same sensation she felt whenever she was bored and couldn’t fall asleep in time to class the day before. The pop culture posters of Stranger Things, Indiana Jones, Star Wars.
“This isn’t real. I can’t be back here, is it still a dream?”
Then she smelled the aroma coming from downstairs. Pancakes. Someone was cooking downstairs. She stood up shakily, still trying to absorb the details of the room around her. She looked down to see if she even transformed to her teenage self, maybe she somehow went back in time. But she noticed that her height remained unchanged, although she was now wearing some kind of loose white overalls and off-white plaid shirt. After a long time inspecting her old room, most of which was spent reminiscing old memories of action figurines once lost, memories once forgotten, and memorabilia stuffed in dusty attics never seen again, she mustered the courage to open the door and continue downstairs.
She stopped halfway down the stairway. She could hear who was cooking. No. It’s not true. That was the sound of her father whistling. She tried to sneakily step down the creaky stairs but it was of no use, their old family home was an aged country home with no respect for silence. Her father spoke up.
“Lisa? Is that you? Come over here I've just finished cooking breakfast,” spoke the impossible phantom. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, She saw him. The father she always cried out to at night but never answered from the great beyond.
When her father died, her mother moved them away from the home. His job was the only thing supporting their lifestyle out in the country. They had moved into a common in-law’s place in the busy downtown, cramped and poor. She never had the best relationship with her mother, but it became worse after his death. Unwilling to handle her poor attitude, she gave her away to various family members who each had issues with Lisa. But the most painful thing was losing everything she loved about her childhood. No more movies, no more school friends, no more of… Dad.
Tears were forming in her eyes. Sobbing silently as she stood there taking it all in. Her father is alive.
“Dad?” Lisa could barely speak, years of anguish yearning to escape her lips. “Lisa dear, it’s okay. Sit down.” He pulled up a chair across from her and sat down on the table. Pouring orange juice and setting the pancakes with maple syrup. Lisa just stood there and stared.
“H-how?” Lisa still couldn’t believe what was happening. She was dreaming, the motorcycle, the room. But why does it feel so real?
“You couldn’t be saved, The angels told me it was painless, and delivered you to my home. I figured I should take care of you and ease you into the new life.”
“New life? Dad, what are you talking about? Angels? Am I…” Lisa was stunned, she thought of her friends, Darcy and Adam, and oh God Nathan would hear about it. He was so sweet to her. She can’t leave now. But…
“Dad I can’t.” Lisa said, with hesitation.
“I know baby, I said the same thing to them when it was my time.”
“My friends, Nathan.”
“I know.”
A few minutes passed, she reluctantly took a seat and buried her face in her hands. Letting it all out; crying, silently screaming, cursing. But it wouldn’t change anything. She was dead, and now all the things she would’ve done are impossible. But her father... It felt like a deal she never agreed to. She tried to be mad, but she knew it wasn’t his fault that he left her life. It was cancer, it was God or her mother or whoever.
“Lisa my dear, listen. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. The angels kept me updated on what you were doing down on Earth. I’m so proud of you.”
She looked up, into her father’s eyes, and for a moment she remembered what it was like to be truly accepted and happy. She wiped the tears and snot from her face.
“What… what’s going to happen now?”
“I’ll take care of you.”
So I decided to try painting Jane from my previous post. I admit, the fashion is a bit plain but its my first color painting, and I think I did an okay job. No story attached to this image, but I'll be making more sketches and maybe ill write a small comic. I am just improvising as I go to be honest.
I got a bit creative with my vanilla Minecraft server announcement.
So I wanted to start a new private whitelisted vanilla Minecraft server, but I wanted the announcement to be a tiny bit special. I made a portrait icon for the Discord-Minecraft chatbot and I made a cool little story about her, Here's the post with the server addresses redacted. I hope you enjoy the read.
== You Got Mail! == Testing, Testing, Hello? Oh good it's working. This is Jane speaking, I don't know where I am, or frankly how I got stuck in this yellow void. I don't even know who I am. But I see a terminal in front of me. (What's a terminal?) I don't know how I know that. Regardless, I've been pushing some buttons and I have so far managed to make a digital universe. I know! shocking, I didn't know CRT 'puters could do that kind of shit. I mean, I think I remember working with computers before, but this is a whole new level of weird. There seems to be cubes and planes in this world, I can't access it, given that I'm a higher layer of abstraction away from this reality, but I can communicate with this world through some sort of "bridge" or interface. What's a Discord? Is that where I'm in? I think there was… some sort of accident. Yes, maybe I was torn from reality whilst dabbling in unrealities and abstractions. Now I'm stuck here, but at least I can communicate. I'll be honest, it's been real lonely from where I'm standing. I've walked about 500 to 1000 steps away from this terminal, I can't measure with standard units given the lack of reference points, I can use my body to estimate the distance however, but I'm too chicken to go further out and risking losing the terminal from my line of sight so I'm stuck within this radius. Nothing has happened for the past 20… 30 days? I haven't starved or feel like starving yet, so I think my natural biological cycles have suspended, yet normal physical displacement via movement over time is allowed, curious. At least I can interact with this digital 'verse. I call it Mine Craft, because I made it, and I can craft stuff in it. I love crafting games. This interface is empty at the moment but I notice "Friends" and "Servers" on the menus. I don't remember adding that, but with hope I think I can reach out to anyone, any other intelligence while I sit here on my yellow ass plane of existence. Here's a selfie from me using the integrated webcam of this terminal. The resolution is god awful, I think it has something to do with how dated this technology is. I hope someone receives this message. Nonetheless I will continue journaling this miserable existence, maybe I can make a second universe? The address to this terminal is [IP ADDRESS REDACTED], I managed to even hack into the networking and changed the user profile to [ADDRESS RESTRICTED] which I agree is more cooler than these lunar themed folders in this terminal. I don't want just about anyone snooping around in my space though, so if you manage to see this, hit me up with your name and tell me about yourself. If I think you're an alright entity I will let you into my personal universe. Okay, back to figuring out where I am and what the hell to do next.
~Jane [REDACTED] [NULL] Nowhere The Yellowverse
I'll be sure to make updates and post more of her and her silly adventures in Minecraft and being a server host. I will also start posting her as a full body OC some time in the future. Her full name is Jane Vanilla. That's all folks, have a good day.
Just my rendition of Pomni from The Amazing Digital Circus. First time using digital colors to actually complete something. I think I've learned some new things whilst artsing. First piece of 2025!
Sorry for the late post, haven't gotten around to the weekly paintings much, got into a big art block that sapped my energy and inspiration. Happy New Year to all people! Here's a canvas that me and my friend theblueberrycarrots messed around with together, it was super fun. Thanks for being the best and inspiring me to continue on this journey.
the latest episode of the amazing digital circus was so real and peak, how does indie animation keep getting better?
birthday yipee
birthday time
Can't post a weekly update this week for my painting exercises due to Finals, but I promise to do two for next week as the Christmas break begins. Currently hard at work on my 3D character model texturing and rendering (which I will not show because agghh its so ugly lmao.) Have a complementary sketch for now.
Part of the first things I'll post here is gonna be my weekly painting goals to practice and get used to drawing often. Cursed video games taking my productivity away! This account will post in parallel to my Twitter account.
Social Media 2.0 Electric Boogaloo
I'm looking to expand my social media presence and hopefully make me more motivated in doing art and posting more often. Maybe tumblr would teach me a few things about being a cringe fandom artist. It's been a long time since I've touched this account so hoowee I think a few posts and art sharing would help me ease into this place again. Twitter has been my personal art dump for a while and now I think I'll move some of my attention here too.
Noses and Lips Digital Painting practice with Medibang. @haimsadst told me to try some no outline painting, so this is sketching to warm up for it. Thanks for the tips and advice!
A friend told me to post something today because holy shit i’ve never posted anything on the net before. I’ve procrastinated until the only thing I have available for posting is this Vriska fanart which I did some hours ago. whoops. i’m gonna regret this, lmao. note to self: dont forget the blue effing lips and eyeliner you ding.