#setting practice

[weekly-und3rvers3]

Week 27 - Cross’s Room

creator: me :)

word count: 840

notes: A wee lil description of what I headcanon Cross’s room looks like. (Keep in mind I’m bad at this) Kind of a continuation from last chapter but you don’t need to read it for it to make sense, it’s just context to why Dust is watching Cross sleep.

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The other stirred, grabbing Dust’s attention. 

Catching the others eyes as Cross turned over, Dust murmured in a soft voice.

“Are you awake?”

He sat next to Cross who was laying in bed. Cross’s bed shoved in the corner right across the door, Dust sat next to the head of the bed, leaning a chair against the far wall.

He watched as Cross muttered something before falling back asleep, eyes falling and blanket pulled closer into him, he didn’t realize the smile creeping onto his expression as he chuckled and turned his attention back to the scenery around him.

Cross’s room felt like… warmth. 

Comfort. Childhood. Home.

Despite the lack of color, everything was so soft. 

A large, soft, white carpet covered the middle of the floor, as if it were just a blanket Cross placed to act like a carpet. Tons of little strings and mobiles rained from the ceiling. Birds, butterflies, planes, planets dangled freely, Glow ‘n the Dark stars sprinkled and scattered over the ceiling, he remembers helping the other put them up.

The bed he currently lay in was unlike the others, sleeping in a bunk bed incase any of the others didn’t want to be alone yet needed space. The covers that lined the bed were big and soft and fluffy; swallowing you whole if you climbed in, wrapping you in the softest embrace you could ever imagine.

At the end of the bed, a bean bag on the floor, big and comfy to sink into on a rough day. On both bean bag and bed, stuffed animals littered everywhere, covering every surface. Pandas, bears, dogs, anything the other could get his hands on, anything he was gifted, he kept. It made birthdays and Christmas’s easy, just get him a stuffie and he’d be estatic, treasuring the gift with all his soul.

Next to Dust was Cross’s desk. Covered in papers books, pencils, and markers. Anything and everything sprawled across the desk, muffled sunlight spilling over from the drawn windows just above it. 

Everything else in Cross’s room was neat and tidy,  but his desk was an absolute mess. Dust didn’t know how Cross got anything down on it, but he had a feeling to Dust, the desk may be a disaster, but to Cross, it was all an organized mess.

Dust tried not to look, respecting Cross’s privacy and not wanting to snoop, but that didn’t stop Dust from gazing at the drawings around it. 

Cross was the only one of them who draws, so it was always a surprise to see drawings and poems and posters taped up on the walls, most gathered in the corner where he placed his desk.

Across the desk was a small, make-shift gym. It was no surprise Cross enjoyed training, a punching bag hung from the ceiling. Surrounded by racks of weights and bands and whatever else Cross had collected. A training dummy or two also laid out and beaten, both well used and well taken care of in a strange Cross way. 

Everything about it screamed CROSS! Not a speck of colors aside from sporadic drawings with scribbles of colored pencils or markers. Anything that could be was fluffy and soft, fitting perfectly with Cross’s everyday clothing choice. Lighting dim and warm with the artificial light not having seen use in years, natural and candle light being the chosen form of lighting. 

It wasn’t one of the grand bedrooms the castle had to offer, they were all given a smaller room to ease them in and get used to living in such a big space and environment, but Cross chose to not move out of it, despite being there for around four years now. 

Whenever anyone made a comment about it, he always refused the idea, saying “the space was unnecessary, the move would be inefficient, and he was content with the room he had already made his own.” The others let him have his preferences, understanding the other may not need the space and see it as intimidating like a certain glitch they knew. 

But even now, Dust sitting next to Cross slumbering away peacefully, he could understand why Criss decided to stay.

Tight, warm, cozy. No where near claustrophobic and very far from empty. It was almost like snuggling up in a blanket, moments before you fall asleep. Dust didn’t understand how Cross managed to do this, but whatever it was he did, it was always like a warm embrace, walking into Cross’s room.

He remembered countless moments, endless nightmares, long nights making his way to Cross’s room, even before Cross had made it his own. It always held a sort of comfort and reassurance whenever he stepped foot in it.

He wasn’t sure what it was, the fluffy blankets, aesthetic room lighting, huggable stuffed friends.

There was a shift once more, catching Dust’s attention as Cross twisted in his sleep again, mumbling something under his breath, before going still and making Dust smile.

Maybe he did know what made the room so comforting…

[zikadraws]

Had a dream involving Cartoon Cat the other day, and just had the strongest urge to draw myself as a f#€!ed-up toon creature upon awakening, so thank Cartoon Cat for this freakshow I guess

Depiction may not be accurate to the original (*God sighing in relief in the distance*)

More stuff of me as a twisted toon while I'm at it- (featuring setting practice because I felt like so)

That's the new trend from now on I guess

~⭐~ Enjoy ~⭐~

[jabbers-written-world]

Setting

Seven Seas Music : Avel’s music store

It wasn’t the kind of shop that really stood out and took hold of all the focus of passers-by. The painted sign above the door was old, paint peeling at the corners, the serpentine silhouette of the siren underlining the store name was almost in pieces herself, her tail especially cracked and chipped in places. The store windows too were dirty and created an odd sort of haze like murky water over the currently displayed grand piano, the violin, and the neighboring brass and woodwinds.

A small bell chimed its announcements as the door opened, its sound briefly masking the rather haunting music playing over the speakers. Classical instrumentals with echoing, ethereal vocals. It wasn’t clear where the speakers were exactly, but it didn’t matter much as all attention is drawn toward the back of the store. The only thing that stood between the public access to the store, and the back storage, was an old curtain made from chains of shells and pieces of dried coral. Beyond it, light danced across the walls as though reflected from a pool or the surface of the ocean itself. It was an alluring shimmer, that was for certain, and yet foreboding in its way as well, as if anyone who dared venture past the curtain would immediately be dragged into the depths and drowned.

So all attention must again be turned to the store itself. Varying instruments adorned the walls, and lingered in dusty corners awaiting purchase, and there lay an open space in the far right, likely reserved for the occasional lessons. The rest of the store is occupied in the ways that should be expected of a place like this. Shelves and racks and boxes and cases, all lined the store in rows, or leaned up against the walls to display their contents. Contents of which were varied among CDs, to cassettes, to vinyl records, and everything in between. If it held recorded music, it was sold here. But like almost everything else about the store, they too were all boasting a fine layer of dust.

Despite being the ideal hidden gem for collectors, the shop didn’t see much traffic in and out its doors. Yet it didn’t seem to hinder the success of the place much, and maybe that was its appeal. A hidden shop like some kind of lost, sunken treasure trove, boasting an air of mystery and intrigue, with maybe a touch of danger too.. It certainly was the kind of place that, despite its rather dull outward appearance and its back alley location, really did draw customers in every time they managed to happen across it, like a siren luring in another victim to the depths...

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

Bound (2016) - Pose + Background/Setting Practice

DO NOT REPOST | REBLOGS APPRECIATED

Haha so I kind of forgot to post this when I finished it a couple of months ago? Anyway, have a pose/background practice I did using a character/setting from a semi-obscure game I’m mildly obsessed with.

Anyway, this is The Princess from Bound (2016). I’ve never played the game but I watched a friend play it once and I’ve been obsessed with the aesthetic and character design ever since. The Princess isn’t completely accurate to game but I tried my best!

What inspired me to draw The Princess was the fact that she moves entirely by dance moves, which provided a lot of poses I’ve never tried to draw before. Originally this was just suppose to be the pose, but then I colored her, and then I looked at the games setting. The world the majority of the game takes place in his filled with a lot of simple shapes, so I ended up emulating it since I needed practice with settings and backgrounds.

I’m REALLY proud with how this turned out :) 

[aloui-draws]

Fireflies

[dorkofspace]

Some setting practice with a hypothetical Mothman enclosure for a "Cryptid Zoo." I did a lot of research on owl enclosures and Point Pleasant's forest area, including it's thin trees, dryish foliage, and of course, the infamous old bomb shelter as a little wink to some theories towards the Mothman.

[lovely-hikari-cosplay]

I never learned how to draw in perspective/draw buildings and it shows

Anyway, here’s my 3 attempts at drawing Alfea. I forgot to add a white BG to my first two attempts, oopsie. The light blue one is drawn directly from a reference, the other transparent one I drew second from memory. 3rd attempt is a mix of reference and memory + some new structures that are apart of my “Legacy of Winx” setting

Speaking of, here’s some LoW arts under this cut