Intro post! Adult, and y'all can call me Illustraitor :)
I'm a sucker for family dynamics and friendships. Obsessed with Look Outside, especially Harriet(but I also adore Sam). And I love Harriet x Sam lol
My blog is SFW 99.9% of the time, but I do rarely rb/make slightly suggestive posts. Since this blog is just about Look Outside, horror/gore that's typical for the game will be untagged. When I do need to tag stuff I use "tw [thing]" like "tw flashing".
Feel free to send asks, I love chatting! ❤️
WIP: Tricks and Robes+ Mod Doc (not spoiler free)
LO Color Palette - Text Color Use Guide
LO Sprite Commissions [Closed] - Queue
Tags N' Stuff
#look outside -> all stuff related to LO
#look outside fanart -> fanart I've drawn for LO
#tricks and robes+ -> posts for my WIP Harriet and Sophie mod
#commissions -> any commission related stuff
#traitor's art -> non-fanart art
#ask -> any asks I answer. Sometimes fandom asks don't get main/character tagged
#other's art -> self explanatory
I use "#look outside spoilers" for spoiler tagging.
Your pixel art is SCARY good, and i was wondering what program you used for it?
I recently got aseprite as it was recommended to me, but ive been struggling with the brush sizes a bit...
Thank you!!
And I use ibisPaint! Even though it's a regular art program it works great for my pixel art needs and had the bonus of being smth I'm already familiar with as my reg art program. That said I know it is lacking in fancy features you'd get with a proper pixel art program like Aseprite, but I haven't really encountered anything I can't do yet besides that cool Aseprite feature for making tiling sprites(but I have yet to even need to make those tbh).
For brush sizes I would say start thick for the sketch to block out the silhoutte of what you're drawing, then go smaller and smaller for refinement(down to 1px). While the size very much depends depend on the canvas and shapes present, an example of what I mean: 7px thick to get the idea down -> 5-3 px to start defining colors and shading -> 3-1 px to refine and clean up the shading and shapes. Iirc I used brush sizes like these on a canvas that was about 135 x 140 px, so if you go bigger your brushes would be bigger too(though refining with a 1 px brush should always be part of it) and the opposite if it's a smaller canvas.
Though if I misunderstood and you're just struggling with working with the smaller brush sizes, it's definitely tricky at first because the tiny pixel brushes act/feel differently. But you just gotta start drawing/practicing to get a feel for it! Which honestly applies to the first too, you gotta mess around to get a feel for how you wanna go about your brush sizes :p
*grabs you by the neck* Hey did you know there's NOT gonna be a "fight" or a "drama" if someone said "oh shit my bad. I'll keep that in mind" when someone else says they might have done something racist?
*lifts you up against the wall* Have you ever considered why it's mostly people of color who brings that up? Maybe giving their words a second thought will make you realize it isn't harrassment. I'm not mad. I'm notttt mad yessss I'm not mad
*puts you down* Sorry Listen. You can't say a space is safe for BIPOC and then choose to defend a racist artist first before acknowledging why people are upset about them. I understand there are bad actors who harass for no reason but again
Read and understand what the criticism is and you will know that's not the damn case
A pair of parents and a pair of left feet. What have they got to lose?
It had been a year since the Visitor turned the world around on its head.
Sam could still vividly recall the two weeks of tension and stress that upturned what would have been a sedentary and lonely life. His apartment had suddenly become filled with a myriad of colorful personalities that painted his world with more chaos than he's ever had before. On top of that, he had become the caretaker of three young kids during that period. Joel, Ratty, and Sophie had a special place in his life. If one were to tell him that he'd be this fond of parenthood, he would've laughed it off. But here he is, watching over the kids as they ran about a living playground. He sat on a bench next to Sophie's mother, Harriet.
The woman had gone through her own trials and tribulations, some of which were before the Visitor's arrival. Yet here she sat, smiling fondly underneath the sunlight and blue skies. Her face crinkled ever so slightly with her age, another testament to the life she's leading. She still had a hard time believing she and Sophie managed to make it through the apocalypse. Of course, Harriet knew she could be strong when it was necessary. After all, she kicked her ex-partner out shortly before the world turned on its head. But she owed a some of this happiness to the man next to her. If Sam hadn't taken in Sophie when he did, Harriet might have never been able to reunite with her daughter. She felt a deep gratitude for the man next to her.
The sky brings out the speck of blue in his left eye as they look at each other. Sam offers her a smile, one with the kind of softness that it made it hard to believe he helped save the world. Harriet found her own smile coming easier to her these days, especially since they had become good friends over the past year. Sam opens his mouth to say something, but his face is pelted by a ball of mud. The little mischief-maker runs away with a stifled giggle, aided by the playground's twists and turns as she flees the scene of the crime. The one-armed man responds accordingly, immediately getting up to chase after Sophie. Harriet chuckles to herself as she watches Sam struggle to catch Sophie. The playground oriented its various parts to help the menace weasel her way out of capture. But soon enough, Sam manages to reach the girl and the two roar with laughter as they tumble in the dirt and mud. The mother sighs to herself, a little exasperated but more amused than anything else.
They were okay; they were happy.
After Sam and Sophie change into a set of clean clothes, the group had dinner together. Sam had offered to treat them since people were still offering him the occasional sale for helping rebuild the neighborhood. Of course, he downplayed it for the most part, accepting the compliments that came his way. They were seated at a local restaurant, a cookout joint run by a giant and amicable grill. Joel, Ratty, and Sophie were caught up in their own conversation about school as they dug into their own meals. Sam could finally ask what he had been meaning to.
"So...do you have any plans tomorrow?" The man's eyes shift away every now and then, an endearing mix between being shy and trying to stay casual. He hadn't asked anyone out since high school, and that was a solid two decades ago for him. His head lowers a bit, wishing he had his turtleneck sweater so he could retreat into it.
Harriet pauses, burger falling short of her own mouth. Was he asking her to hangout, or asking her out? She couldn't help but feel reluctant if it were the latter. "No...do you have something in mind?"
"O-Oh, just hanging out. It's been a year since...everything. So, I-I was wondering if you wanted to go celebrate it with me?..." Sam scratches the back of his head awkwardly, hoping she wouldn't outright shut him down. While he wasn't actually asking her on a date, a harsh rejection would still hurt. Naturally, he wouldn't blame her if she said 'no.' Sam had no intention of entitling himself to her time.
The woman's silence drags on as she thought on it. Harriet didn't have any plans for tomorrow, and he wasn't asking her on a date. So, she wasn't opposed to spending time with him. Harriet loved the kids to Hell and back, but she needed some time away, too. Maybe this would be good for both of them? "Okay."
"O-Okay? Cool! There's this party that Dan's throwing down at the mall. He says it's supposed to be pretty calm, so we don't have to worry about it being a rave or anything. Is...that okay with you?" Sam felt relief wash over his crackling nerves as he heard her response.
Harriet nods, a small smile making itself apparent on her expression. "Of course, but...do you have anyone to watch the kids? This is rather short notice, you know." She hoped Sam had planned ahead for this. She knew Sam was mindful-but some things did slip in-between for the man.
Sam's face beams with a smile that always made itself known whenever he was particularly proud, "Yeah! They're in great hands!" Harriet snickered a bit as she responded, "Are you going to tell me who?..."
He gives Harriet a thumbs up, "Hellen and her partner said that she'd be okay with handling them for the night."
Harriet's mouth drops as she runs this through her mind, 'Hellen? The big, intimidating one? The one who seemed like she came straight from a slasher film and could show up anywhere and anytime with less than a sound? THAT one?' "Uh-not to be judgmental-but...are you sure?" Sam gives her a confident nod. Harriet didn't want to blame him, knowing Sam and Hellen were close in their own way and that he probably knew things she didn't. But Harriet still had her reservations about the arrangement, "You said-Hellen and her...partner?" The mother couldn't help but be shocked that intimidating monolith of a woman could have someone she's sweet on.
"Yeah! I promise they're good with the kids-they already know what to do!" Sam exclaimed, trying to soothe Harriet's clear worry. "W-We can meet up with them tonight if you're worried?..." The father had become squeamish underneath the confusion and uncertainty he received from Harriet, lowering his head into the collar of his shirt with a weak smile.
The woman's shoulders sink with a sharp sigh, "Yes, I would like that. As much as I trust your judgement, I think I'll need some extra assurance on this one." She trusts Sam-the kind, patient, playful-sometimes pathetic-Sam. But she did not trust Hellen. Meaning that tonight would likely be her best chance to get a more accurate picture of the woman's character and why Sam trusted her so much. Harriet was already trying to gather all the mental power she could muster for such an ordeal.
It turned out better than she expected.
Not only did Hellen and her partner know what to do, but the partner happens to be one of Sophie's previous babysitters. So, the kids took incredibly well to them in spite of Hellen's intimidating stature. From what Harriet could tell, their kids would be in good hands for a single night without their parents.
She finds herself in bed, the tiny clock on her nightstand is telling her that she should've been asleep by now. Yet, she finds herself plagued with thoughts and memories. Harriet could barely remember the last time she attended a party-let alone be invited to one. Over the steady symphony of the nighttime noises in her apartment, Harriet is left alone to grapple with her feelings-the troublesome, pervasive beating of her heart against the drawling approach of tomorrow.
'What would I even wear? A dress? Do I even have anything good to wear? What if something happens while we're out? What if he asks to dance-and I step on his feet?'
These thoughts stitched themselves into her conscience, leading her deeper into her anxieties. Harriet tries to assure herself, to tell herself that she's fretting over nothing. But her hands are already throwing the blanket off. The mother finds herself rummaging through her old clothes, weary eyes scrutinize each article as she attempts to pick out what she wants to wear. Her eyes land on a simple, yet elegant navy-blue dress. She had worn it long ago on the first date she had with her Ex. Harriet could never bring herself to get rid of it, so it had simply hung in isolation as relic of a bygone honeymoon.
But tomorrow, it would mean something beautiful once more.
It's the night of the party.
Guests pour in from all over the city, clad in an amicable mood for tonight's festivities. A man finds himself alone in the crowd, anticipating the arrival of a friend. A little sweat beads down the side of his face as he fidgets with the collar of his shirt. 'Was this a good idea? What if she cancels last minute? Am I overstepping? What if-'
"SAM!" He's snapped out of his spiral by a familiar voice. As his eyes search the crowd for the source, he finds himself beaming. Harriet's here.
The woman makes her way over to him, wearing in a dress that only made his crush stronger at the sight of her. But he invited her out as a friend, and a friend is what he would be tonight. "Harriet!" He calls over to her as the two unite. They share a brief hug before joining the amassing partygoers. The duo disappears among a colorful parade of monsters and humans who chat about their adjustment to life in a new world. Many had been changed beyond their recognition in addition to losing loved ones to the pandemonium, making it a popular topic of conversation.
The parents end up in the middle of the chattering crowd. Sam opens his mouth to speak but finds himself interrupted by the piercing ring of microphone feedback. A familiar voice comes over the surrounding speakers, "HELLO?? TESTING!-TESTING! CAN YOU ALL HEAR ME?" There's a pause. "You can? Cool. Heya, everyone! Happy to see a lot of ya' got my invitation! Thanks for coming-and shoutout to my fans-who donated a ton of money to help me with this thing!" Sam chuckles, though Dan had shifted away from the excessive streaming part of his life-some things didn't change. The attendees listen to the rest of Dan's speech, who needed to occasionally glance at a flashcard to get through the whole thing. By the end of it, people were ready to party and mingle the night away.
Sam turns to Harriet once more, "You look nice." His lips curve upwards, no different than that of the moon which shone gently upon the crowd through the glass ceiling of the mall. Harriet chuckles faintly as she takes in Sam's appearance. He had done well to clean himself up for tonight, especially considering the challenge that having one arm would pose for the man. His hair is slicked back-minus a few stray strands that broke out in defiance-and he wore a light-pink, collared, button-up shirt alongside a pair of dress pants. Yet, one more thing stuck out to her; his black bow tie is crooked. Without missing a beat, nimble fingers reach out to tighten and adjust the accessory, "You look nice, too-and your tie's crooked." Harriet's expression hints at a grin, her voice carrying a bit of tease as she addressed his tie. "There."
Their gazes connect, something between them comes to a quiet simmer. However, they pull away from each other with flushed expressions-they intended to be friends.
"Uh-sorry, I didn't mean to get so close..." She lets her hands rest at her sides, the weight of awkwardness settling between them and attempting to smother what could have been. He responds quickly, not wanting to make things feel worse than it already did. "It's alright, thank you...for fixing my tie." Sam offers her an assuring smile. The sounds of partygoers and upbeat music wash the edge off their awkward lack of conversation. Sam and Harriet found it strangely difficult to strike up small talk, standing around like a couple of naive teenagers on their first date. And in a way, an outsider's perspective would read this as a date.
A song passes, then another, whittling their night away into un-eventfulness. Harriet fidgets with the hem of her dress and racks her mind for any excuse to do something-to have a distraction that would lift both their spirits. As if her pleas were heard, a familiar tune fills her ears.
"Oh? It's my favorite song! Come on, we should go dance!" Her thin, yet warm fingers clasped his own and excitedly tugged him towards the dancefloor. Sam yelped a bit as she did, indulging her request with a glimmer in his eyes that could only be recognized as mirth. The mall's party lights set their stage, the vibrant colors showering the both of them in the same liveliness the other guests shared.
Perhaps it was the partygoers' infectious energy, but Harriet found herself leading them in the dance. The Dancer's feet carried her with quick, light steps around her partner while her hands led and encouraged him to follow. And he did-clumsily. Every other step felt like another embarrassment to stack into his mind, The Partner found himself accidentally stepping on her feet or having his own trampled in return. Yet, even as his face flushed with heat, Sam was laughing with her. They spun-and kicked-and stumbled around together, paying barely any mind to their prior worries.
Though clumsy and offbeat at this point, the parents enjoyed themselves out on the dancefloor that night.
I pasted this over from my Ao3 for those who don't use it! I also hope I don't get obliterated for this fic. :)
I finally read this, this is so cute ehehehe. They're written so well, and it's really sweet how Sam is so respectful and Harriet wanted to dress up pretty
A pair of parents and a pair of left feet. What have they got to lose?
It had been a year since the Visitor turned the world around on its head.
Sam could still vividly recall the two weeks of tension and stress that upturned what would have been a sedentary and lonely life. His apartment had suddenly become filled with a myriad of colorful personalities that painted his world with more chaos than he's ever had before. On top of that, he had become the caretaker of three young kids during that period. Joel, Ratty, and Sophie had a special place in his life. If one were to tell him that he'd be this fond of parenthood, he would've laughed it off. But here he is, watching over the kids as they ran about a living playground. He sat on a bench next to Sophie's mother, Harriet.
The woman had gone through her own trials and tribulations, some of which were before the Visitor's arrival. Yet here she sat, smiling fondly underneath the sunlight and blue skies. Her face crinkled ever so slightly with her age, another testament to the life she's leading. She still had a hard time believing she and Sophie managed to make it through the apocalypse. Of course, Harriet knew she could be strong when it was necessary. After all, she kicked her ex-partner out shortly before the world turned on its head. But she owed a some of this happiness to the man next to her. If Sam hadn't taken in Sophie when he did, Harriet might have never been able to reunite with her daughter. She felt a deep gratitude for the man next to her.
The sky brings out the speck of blue in his left eye as they look at each other. Sam offers her a smile, one with the kind of softness that it made it hard to believe he helped save the world. Harriet found her own smile coming easier to her these days, especially since they had become good friends over the past year. Sam opens his mouth to say something, but his face is pelted by a ball of mud. The little mischief-maker runs away with a stifled giggle, aided by the playground's twists and turns as she flees the scene of the crime. The one-armed man responds accordingly, immediately getting up to chase after Sophie. Harriet chuckles to herself as she watches Sam struggle to catch Sophie. The playground oriented its various parts to help the menace weasel her way out of capture. But soon enough, Sam manages to reach the girl and the two roar with laughter as they tumble in the dirt and mud. The mother sighs to herself, a little exasperated but more amused than anything else.
They were okay; they were happy.
After Sam and Sophie change into a set of clean clothes, the group had dinner together. Sam had offered to treat them since people were still offering him the occasional sale for helping rebuild the neighborhood. Of course, he downplayed it for the most part, accepting the compliments that came his way. They were seated at a local restaurant, a cookout joint run by a giant and amicable grill. Joel, Ratty, and Sophie were caught up in their own conversation about school as they dug into their own meals. Sam could finally ask what he had been meaning to.
"So...do you have any plans tomorrow?" The man's eyes shift away every now and then, an endearing mix between being shy and trying to stay casual. He hadn't asked anyone out since high school, and that was a solid two decades ago for him. His head lowers a bit, wishing he had his turtleneck sweater so he could retreat into it.
Harriet pauses, burger falling short of her own mouth. Was he asking her to hangout, or asking her out? She couldn't help but feel reluctant if it were the latter. "No...do you have something in mind?"
"O-Oh, just hanging out. It's been a year since...everything. So, I-I was wondering if you wanted to go celebrate it with me?..." Sam scratches the back of his head awkwardly, hoping she wouldn't outright shut him down. While he wasn't actually asking her on a date, a harsh rejection would still hurt. Naturally, he wouldn't blame her if she said 'no.' Sam had no intention of entitling himself to her time.
The woman's silence drags on as she thought on it. Harriet didn't have any plans for tomorrow, and he wasn't asking her on a date. So, she wasn't opposed to spending time with him. Harriet loved the kids to Hell and back, but she needed some time away, too. Maybe this would be good for both of them? "Okay."
"O-Okay? Cool! There's this party that Dan's throwing down at the mall. He says it's supposed to be pretty calm, so we don't have to worry about it being a rave or anything. Is...that okay with you?" Sam felt relief wash over his crackling nerves as he heard her response.
Harriet nods, a small smile making itself apparent on her expression. "Of course, but...do you have anyone to watch the kids? This is rather short notice, you know." She hoped Sam had planned ahead for this. She knew Sam was mindful-but some things did slip in-between for the man.
Sam's face beams with a smile that always made itself known whenever he was particularly proud, "Yeah! They're in great hands!" Harriet snickered a bit as she responded, "Are you going to tell me who?..."
He gives Harriet a thumbs up, "Hellen and her partner said that she'd be okay with handling them for the night."
Harriet's mouth drops as she runs this through her mind, 'Hellen? The big, intimidating one? The one who seemed like she came straight from a slasher film and could show up anywhere and anytime with less than a sound? THAT one?' "Uh-not to be judgmental-but...are you sure?" Sam gives her a confident nod. Harriet didn't want to blame him, knowing Sam and Hellen were close in their own way and that he probably knew things she didn't. But Harriet still had her reservations about the arrangement, "You said-Hellen and her...partner?" The mother couldn't help but be shocked that intimidating monolith of a woman could have someone she's sweet on.
"Yeah! I promise they're good with the kids-they already know what to do!" Sam exclaimed, trying to soothe Harriet's clear worry. "W-We can meet up with them tonight if you're worried?..." The father had become squeamish underneath the confusion and uncertainty he received from Harriet, lowering his head into the collar of his shirt with a weak smile.
The woman's shoulders sink with a sharp sigh, "Yes, I would like that. As much as I trust your judgement, I think I'll need some extra assurance on this one." She trusts Sam-the kind, patient, playful-sometimes pathetic-Sam. But she did not trust Hellen. Meaning that tonight would likely be her best chance to get a more accurate picture of the woman's character and why Sam trusted her so much. Harriet was already trying to gather all the mental power she could muster for such an ordeal.
It turned out better than she expected.
Not only did Hellen and her partner know what to do, but the partner happens to be one of Sophie's previous babysitters. So, the kids took incredibly well to them in spite of Hellen's intimidating stature. From what Harriet could tell, their kids would be in good hands for a single night without their parents.
She finds herself in bed, the tiny clock on her nightstand is telling her that she should've been asleep by now. Yet, she finds herself plagued with thoughts and memories. Harriet could barely remember the last time she attended a party-let alone be invited to one. Over the steady symphony of the nighttime noises in her apartment, Harriet is left alone to grapple with her feelings-the troublesome, pervasive beating of her heart against the drawling approach of tomorrow.
'What would I even wear? A dress? Do I even have anything good to wear? What if something happens while we're out? What if he asks to dance-and I step on his feet?'
These thoughts stitched themselves into her conscience, leading her deeper into her anxieties. Harriet tries to assure herself, to tell herself that she's fretting over nothing. But her hands are already throwing the blanket off. The mother finds herself rummaging through her old clothes, weary eyes scrutinize each article as she attempts to pick out what she wants to wear. Her eyes land on a simple, yet elegant navy-blue dress. She had worn it long ago on the first date she had with her Ex. Harriet could never bring herself to get rid of it, so it had simply hung in isolation as relic of a bygone honeymoon.
But tomorrow, it would mean something beautiful once more.
It's the night of the party.
Guests pour in from all over the city, clad in an amicable mood for tonight's festivities. A man finds himself alone in the crowd, anticipating the arrival of a friend. A little sweat beads down the side of his face as he fidgets with the collar of his shirt. 'Was this a good idea? What if she cancels last minute? Am I overstepping? What if-'
"SAM!" He's snapped out of his spiral by a familiar voice. As his eyes search the crowd for the source, he finds himself beaming. Harriet's here.
The woman makes her way over to him, wearing in a dress that only made his crush stronger at the sight of her. But he invited her out as a friend, and a friend is what he would be tonight. "Harriet!" He calls over to her as the two unite. They share a brief hug before joining the amassing partygoers. The duo disappears among a colorful parade of monsters and humans who chat about their adjustment to life in a new world. Many had been changed beyond their recognition in addition to losing loved ones to the pandemonium, making it a popular topic of conversation.
The parents end up in the middle of the chattering crowd. Sam opens his mouth to speak but finds himself interrupted by the piercing ring of microphone feedback. A familiar voice comes over the surrounding speakers, "HELLO?? TESTING!-TESTING! CAN YOU ALL HEAR ME?" There's a pause. "You can? Cool. Heya, everyone! Happy to see a lot of ya' got my invitation! Thanks for coming-and shoutout to my fans-who donated a ton of money to help me with this thing!" Sam chuckles, though Dan had shifted away from the excessive streaming part of his life-some things didn't change. The attendees listen to the rest of Dan's speech, who needed to occasionally glance at a flashcard to get through the whole thing. By the end of it, people were ready to party and mingle the night away.
Sam turns to Harriet once more, "You look nice." His lips curve upwards, no different than that of the moon which shone gently upon the crowd through the glass ceiling of the mall. Harriet chuckles faintly as she takes in Sam's appearance. He had done well to clean himself up for tonight, especially considering the challenge that having one arm would pose for the man. His hair is slicked back-minus a few stray strands that broke out in defiance-and he wore a light-pink, collared, button-up shirt alongside a pair of dress pants. Yet, one more thing stuck out to her; his black bow tie is crooked. Without missing a beat, nimble fingers reach out to tighten and adjust the accessory, "You look nice, too-and your tie's crooked." Harriet's expression hints at a grin, her voice carrying a bit of tease as she addressed his tie. "There."
Their gazes connect, something between them comes to a quiet simmer. However, they pull away from each other with flushed expressions-they intended to be friends.
"Uh-sorry, I didn't mean to get so close..." She lets her hands rest at her sides, the weight of awkwardness settling between them and attempting to smother what could have been. He responds quickly, not wanting to make things feel worse than it already did. "It's alright, thank you...for fixing my tie." Sam offers her an assuring smile. The sounds of partygoers and upbeat music wash the edge off their awkward lack of conversation. Sam and Harriet found it strangely difficult to strike up small talk, standing around like a couple of naive teenagers on their first date. And in a way, an outsider's perspective would read this as a date.
A song passes, then another, whittling their night away into un-eventfulness. Harriet fidgets with the hem of her dress and racks her mind for any excuse to do something-to have a distraction that would lift both their spirits. As if her pleas were heard, a familiar tune fills her ears.
"Oh? It's my favorite song! Come on, we should go dance!" Her thin, yet warm fingers clasped his own and excitedly tugged him towards the dancefloor. Sam yelped a bit as she did, indulging her request with a glimmer in his eyes that could only be recognized as mirth. The mall's party lights set their stage, the vibrant colors showering the both of them in the same liveliness the other guests shared.
Perhaps it was the partygoers' infectious energy, but Harriet found herself leading them in the dance. The Dancer's feet carried her with quick, light steps around her partner while her hands led and encouraged him to follow. And he did-clumsily. Every other step felt like another embarrassment to stack into his mind, The Partner found himself accidentally stepping on her feet or having his own trampled in return. Yet, even as his face flushed with heat, Sam was laughing with her. They spun-and kicked-and stumbled around together, paying barely any mind to their prior worries.
Though clumsy and offbeat at this point, the parents enjoyed themselves out on the dancefloor that night.
I pasted this over from my Ao3 for those who don't use it! I also hope I don't get obliterated for this fic. :)
