#project anema

[ansinoa]

Yay for doodle dumps <3

[ansinoa]

Updated version of Noice <3 With dragon still! Love my bb

[ansinoa]

More headshots, this time one of my favorite hair-dyeing dark-skinned boys. I tried to color his skin based on my own skin color, but it’s kinda hard to get the half white-indian tan down properly so interpret his color how you like. There are no specific races in project anema, just varying degrees of colored skin.

[ansinoa]

Finally! A finished digital character ref of Noice in his regal R.E.D. attire! I love this design so much. The metal is tinted green <3

[ansinoa]

I once wrote something... I think if you focus hard enough, and give your imagination to it, you can see the same meaning I do, the same emotion, without knowing much else, from these characters. Enjoy. Warmth grazed Noice's pale body as he lay limply under his cotton bedsheets. He slowly opened his eyes and curled in on the firm cloth, gripping it to his bare chest as he took his first breath of the morning. A small gasp escaped his lips as he sat up, the sheets falling from his arms. Rays of light stroked his body carelessly, glowing through his skin and leaving tinges of red around the edges. He shivered at the sudden cold, but was shaken by his realization of the dream he'd had. A fragile whimper escaped his lips and he hugged himself. It was certainly a sight, to see a fullgrown boy huddling himself like a child, but Noice's nightmare was not something a child would dream. Flashes of blood smeared walls and a dead body laying at his feet came back, and horror gripped him. He lay back again, collapsing into the safety of his bed to begin the meticulous proccess of erasing the haunting memories of last night from his brain. Beside him a small girl with wavy brown hair and wide, deep brown eyes stared at him. She was wearing a light nightgown, fitting for a wife. "Nightmares?...." Her voice came quietly, barely above a whisper. She looked, self consciously, away. She lay far away from him already, the discomfort between them at this forced marriage tangible. He nodded, the grief in his eyes palpable. "Y'know, Noice, I uh... Urn.... Do you wanna talk about it?... Not much point in being strangers if we're to live so close...." She looked up at him, waiting for a response. "No. It's none of your business what I dream about." Noice clamped his mouth firmly shut, crossed his arms, and indignantly rolled to face away from her. She fell silent and withdrew herself, wanting to fall back asleep and not cry.

[ansinoa]

"Leaping from the bottom was, what he believed to be, old humans from many, many years ago. They reached twords the sky; and Archne could not tell if they attempted to attack it or bask in its warmth, but for what it was worth—at least they could see the sun."

-Archne, Project Anema. 

(c) Ansinoa