#rough drafts

[swimmergirl]

Life is too short not to tell someone you miss them

[quinthebard]

Posted this over on Bluesky but wanted to copy that over here. This is the process for a larger image that'll get released when the zine comes out, but with all the talk of concept going around, I wanted to show my work, as it were.

I don't always start with doodles, but I was so excited for the idea that I had to get it down on paper somewhere.

So when folks tell you stick figures work, it's because they DO, they are where all artists start, either mentally or physically. Then you can discover what aspects you like and ones that you don't.

You learn a lot about yourself when you start working in art.

Another example that I posted:

The rough sits at half opacity under the finished page. I'll probably start saving more of my roughs as things get dicey with what's real and what's not. Never thought "show your work" would follow me into adulthood but here we are!

I hope this helps in some small way :) I'm always open to questions and comments on process! <3 Take care!

[thegeminisage]

aphobia vs slut shaming and they've been doing it like this all their lives

[aloofobtuse]

Funny concept on what I plan to make for the 6th-grade teacher AU.

[wendigochild13]

This comic might be 100 pages lol I'm at 62 and I'm still not quite to the end, but getting there. 😅 some more wips.

[chibisproductions]

LOOKIE LOOKIE SOME NEW ROUGH DRAFTS ARE DONE!!

(hah you thought it was gonna be strawbarb didn’t ya?)

But yeah! I’ve been having tons of fun making these text boxes! Along with of course the rough draft sprites for strawberry rhubarb!

Though I may need to steal some people musical talents so I can pray I can make a decent soundtrack for the visual novel 🥲

[brynnmclean]

WIP Wednesday

I'm still working on revisions to chapter 6 of in the core of everything (hoping to have something ready for posting by next Tuesday at latest!), but over the weekend, I wrote a little bit for the Hellblade time loop AU I've been thinking about. It's potentially dark rot related and I am determined to have it be very structured, in the hopes of keeping it short and not another epic like Hertan.

Tagging @rain-sleet-snow, @stitchingatthecircuitboard, @wildwren, @anghraine, and @zingsthings this week, if y'all feel like sharing anything you're working on!

Here's the rough draft / part 1 of that time loop AU (300 words exactly -- trying to do something of a drabble series structure!):

No pyre is built for Thórgestr. Senua should be grateful for that. She doesn't want to watch him burn to ash. But burial is not easier. The Björg fold earth over him into a mound circled with stones. Senua remembers, heart-sick, their walk to Freyslaug weeks ago. The way he had growled at her—this is how we honor our dead—until they had come upon torn up graves, blood-soaked mud. Outside Borgarvirki, she helps with the digging, stays silent through the funeral rites. No tears yet. Heart-sick, heart-stone. The Furies chatter and moan. She ignores them. She wandered through a barrow mound once, vainly following her lover's voice. Dillion is a never-healing ache. Thórgestr, now. He—he is— A body broken. His lifeblood still clings to her hands. Hands that cup his cold face, his head, the seat of his soul—hold him just once before she lets Fargrímr pull her away. Not far. She lingers outside the circle of stones long after the ceremonies, until lonely night has come, only Furies for company and the strange colors in the sky for light. The dam bursts and her grief rushes through her. Words come spilling out of her mouth, then. Wishes. Bargains. Who is listening? Fargrímr said there are no gods in this cruel land. And the new gods, the giants—well, she defeated them. Here is her victory. A man who believed in her, who followed her—gone. Cold. Bones underground. Send me back, she cries. Let me save him. Who listens? She weeps until exhaustion comes. Her tears water the unforgiving earth until, even in the cold and the dark, sleep finds her. Spirits whisper in the wind, in the cracks between stones. Wishes answered. Bargains made. She wakes in the cold, merciless waters of the sea.

[craftaniac]

Made a quick rough draft for one of the scenes: A Settlement Ticket to Survive.

Of course I had to add some moments with his brother!

So far this chapter has 5750 words, and it's still in the works. Stay tuned...

I should probably post this on my other account considering it's a fic project I'm working on, but oh well.