Saw this trend of drawing your OC with a car that was released the year you were born and thought I might dust off my pencils and hop on real quick, so here's Philomena with a 1997 Honda Civic Type R.
Concidering that I'm currently watching Initial D I simply couldn't go with a different car and tbh I can kinda see Mena being into the street racing thing, probably as a little side hobby to fight boredom, especially since she's canonically a good driver and loves cars.
Although she probably wouldn't choose a Civic and would rather go for MX-5, Eclipse or Integra since she's a couple/roadster type of person.
I forgot how to hold a pencil and my editing app doesn't work anymore :'(
Anyways, this thing is based on my alternate halloween costume I didn't get a chance to wear this year BUT I'm so gonna rock this look the next one I swear
Got hit by nostalgia and made this piece based on an old post from 2018.
Back then it gave me this little "what if" idea about the characters featured there suddenly finding themselves in some sort of a void after a mysterious event called "The Purge" and then trying to sort things out and make it back home. Could've been a fun crossover, I guess.
Credits and individual pics can be found down below.
The characters featured (left to right, top to bottom):
Felix Redbush by @foxybluejazz
Whitney and Simon Sinnett by @miss-twila
Arthur Dupon De Cambeaux by @lexumpysfunland
Vincent Cuillere by @ninjahaku21art
Ari Williams by @ddellirrious
Lilian Memori and John Ledger by @illustratethestars
Dollie Ann by @bananasnbagels
Winston Whiskers by @kazooldlekatdoodle (deactivated)
Aaron Aperture by @dragoncartridge
Rosie by CherrySprocket on IG
Lucius Tordici by @magma-paint
Anomy O'Kong by @elementalgod-aj
Rain Luckyshot by @raining13
Diz by @annamatics
Wyndham Wendigo by @silverscale12
Lady Luck and Delilah Demon (she didn't make in into the collage but can be seen on the original picture below) by @marissaofunderground
Philomena O'Bulb by me
Acrylic Kolinsky and Morpheus by @mothgenes
Bellini San Pellegrino by @sweet-peachy
Raider by @a-nani-mous (deactivated)
Winter Burn by @red-is-red
Sherlock by @bronzen-telescopes
Sinota by @craftyjellyfishcat
WHISPER COURT, my new webcomic/graphic novel, is releasing NOW on Tumblr, Webtoon, and Tapastic!
The Whisper Court Ghost Sanctuary has been a training ground for new paranormal investigators for over a hundred years. Each and every home is haunted by its own spirit, both helpful and vengeful.
All except for one.
Finch forms suddenly and unexpectedly within this unhaunted house. They have no memories of who they were before they appeared, something that catches the attention of the other Ghosts within the Sanctuary.
Finch must now attempt to gain a sense of identity before the month is over, or else they will cease to exist. All the while, more and more distractions pile up. Why is the Head Caretaker so interested in Finch? Why do they have no memory or past? Why do Ghosts keep disappearing from the neighborhood?
And why did all of this only start happening when Finch arrived?
The first 8 pages are all releasing here, today, throughout the day for our special release-day event! Follow this blog if you'd like to join us on our little journey together!
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Hollywood's a ghost town
You love to hate me
I'm the perfect celebrity
As much as I like this blog being some sort of a forgotten shrine dedicated to the good ol' drawing days, the idea for this piece lived in my head for way too long so here it is
The clock on the bedside table quietly counted down the seconds until the meeting. However, it was still ticking incorrectly, so there was no point in relying on it. Patricia tried to refocus all her attention on her breathing. Her chest rose and fell steadily under the thin white silk nightshirt, probably the most expensive and presentable item in her wardrobe at the moment. Not to mention, the most frequently used as well.
The girl sat up on the bed, directing her sky-blue eyes towards her reflection in the mirror on the table opposite the bed. "Calm down," she told herself in her thoughts. She had done this many times before. So many times, that when asked about any of her previous clients, she couldn't always understand who exactly was being referred to, as all their faces had long merged into one whole, where nothing could be distinguished. It was always the same: they came, saw her, and after a couple of hours of light chatter and compliments, it all boiled down to suggestive hints and persuasions to end the evening in bed. However, there was no point in the latter, as that was Patricia's job - to make sure they ended up sleeping with her.
The girl picked up a red lipstick from the bedside table and applied it to her lips. She had already been informed that tonight's target was simply crazy about this shade, so she wore red all evening.
She smiled. Over time, she had to change many different images, each carefully selected for a specific purpose. At first, Patricia liked it, then she got used to it. But today's outfit made her feel more comfortable than ever. Whether it was the color or the elegant silhouette that accentuated all the charms of her young figure, but in combination with a white fur coat and heels matching the dress, Patricia looked simply stunning. Even the club's security guard noticed this, as evidenced by his gaze fixed on her all evening.
Patricia felt like a Hollywood starlet who suddenly imagined that all the city's directors would want to cast her in the lead role just by seeing her gliding along the tables in the bar. She glanced down at her blood-red nails with perfect manicure and pondered: it wasn't that far from the truth. She, like the image she had just created, both imagined themselves as predators, dressed in bright colors and fur to attract attention and assert themselves, challenging the world and devouring anyone who dared to say that everything around them did not belong to them. But that image has not yet realized where this could lead, while Patricia already knows perfectly well.
"To this," she glanced around the room with old furniture and faded wallpaper, "To this crap, it will lead you, idiot." Suddenly succumbing to a sudden desire, Patricia grabbed a pillow and screamed into it with all her might.
How? How could she even allow this to happen? Everything was supposed to be different! And how dare THEY treat her like that?
The girl recoiled from the pillow and held her breath to keep from crying. She had already smeared lipstick and blush all over the pillowcase, and she definitely didn't have time to reapply mascara as well.
"What were you expecting?" a voice in her head sounded, similar to her own but somehow different, like a stern parent scolding a child. "Did you think you were special? Even when your father was free, you weren't of any interest to them. They didn't even want to involve you in their affairs. And now, with all of them behind bars, you're completely useless. You should be thankful they even gave you a job."
"A job?!" Patricia exclaimed out loud, throwing the pillow at the mirror as if the voice was coming from her own reflection. "What kind of job is this?!"
She covered her mouth with her hand and listened, hoping not to hear footsteps from the client outside the door. "The last thing I need is to scare him off with my tantrums," she thought.
She got up from the bed and walked over to the table. She picked up the pillow, threw it back on the bed, picked up the mirror from the floor, placed it back on the table, and quickly touched up her makeup.
In the process, she glanced at the clock. The client was late. Patricia didn't like that, not because she was a stickler for punctuality, but because the client might rush home earlier and prevent her from doing what she had planned.
She lowered her hands, quickly inspected her face, and returned to the bed. After lying in thought for a few seconds, she reached for the bedside table and opened the top drawer.
In the dim light of the neon sign behind the window, a steel surface gleamed. Patricia felt a wave of excitement rising in her throat.
"This is a last resort," she tried to reassure herself mentally, but it didn't help. After hesitating for a moment, she took a knife out of the drawer and placed it behind the photo frame on the nightstand.
"Shit, the photo!" the girl cursed under her breath and turned the frame with the photo facing down, completely covering the knife. It may have seemed silly to her, but she didn't want to carry out the "work" under the gaze of Carlyn's green eyes, even if it was just his image on paper.
Patricia knew that her boyfriend suspected what tasks she was carrying out for Rosenkrantz, but they never discussed it. Since they arrived here, she was almost always busy with clients, while he spent nights doing dirty work somewhere in the outskirts of the city. Just sharing a bed was already a stroke of luck for them.
Patricia lay back on the bed and tried to push the image of the cold, metallic surface lurking next to her out of her mind. After all, she didn't even have a plan. Her whole idea was based on her own suspicions and an irresistible urge to finally prove her worth and draw attention to herself. And a knife - that's pretty dirty. On the other hand, what else did she have? A gun - too loud, and Carlyn always carried it with him. Smothering with a pillow? Patricia was too weak to hold it on the face of a grown man long enough - he would simply throw her off, and then other people would come up with a way to deal with HER.
Patricia shuddered and hugged her knees. If Carlyn was with her now, he would surely come up with something.
"Don't be an idiot, he simply wouldn't let you do it," she scolded herself immediately.
Strangely enough, this thought gave the girl confidence, and she let go of her knees, settling more comfortably on the sheets.
No way. Only God, whose existence Patricia strongly doubted, knew how tired she was of all this. She needed to get out of this situation, and if there was even the slightest chance that Patricia was right - and she had no doubt about that - then it was much easier to simply get rid of today's target than to silence it with pathetic blackmail. There are only two outcomes here: either Patricia will be killed for disobeying orders, or those idiots will finally realize that her father had bet on the wrong children and she was the one worthy of becoming his successor in the family business. While he was drilling the basics of business to his sons, and they mindlessly spent his money behind his back, making one mistake after another, she stood, leaning against the closed door, listening carefully to every word he said.
In the end, she was smart enough to play dumb and not end up in prison with all of them, so why should she stop there? There was no point in hiding everything she knew anymore, and now was the perfect time to bring her ambitions to life. If Rosenkrantz wasn't a fool, he would understand why she did what she was about to do. And then her path up the food chain in this organization would finally start moving. Who knows, maybe she could even drag Carlyn up with her? However, this was about real survival, so if necessary, she could leave him behind, if circumstances demanded it.
The hardest part was yet to come - taking the first step towards the top.
There was a knock on the door.
"Just don't think about it. Don't think - act," that stern voice echoed in Patricia's head once again.
"Finally," she muttered, rolling her eyes. Adjusting her silk nightgown provocatively, she smiled and beckoned, "Come in, sweetie. It's not locked."
A little note: since making comics is too time consuming and, speaking honestly, doesn't bring me as much joy as it used to, the next chapter will be posted as a text. It's quite short anyway, so I decided to experiment a little bit to find a better way for me to continue telling the story, as I still want to finish it.
Yuh I also finished these two sketches and decided to post them together because I just like how they showcase the drastic difference between the O'Bulb siblings' aesthetics
Patricia getting her non-existent heart broken? Not in this life bitch
But yeah, as you can tell I still enjoy listening to TTPD and so this and a couple other pieces were drawn
Not sure if this one is reffering to any specific events in the storyline or not, but who knows...
Just to sort of cast a line for 2025, here are some sketches I'm planning on finishing soon, and I didn't do that earlier not just because I'm a lazy bitch, but also because they were scattered among multiple sketchbooks and finding them was too time consuming (one sketch still couldn't be found lol, I have no idea where it is)
I also have the final pages of Going Backwards chapter sketched and waiting to be finished, so even if that comics will never meets the end, at least the chapter will be done🤷🏻♂️
