Humanities And Stuff

Art and cosplay shit. I want to fill this blog with my work

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A small update on the nail: I still need to cut it out and carve it, but I'm on my way.

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An egg I made for a competition for my work and people liked it so I'm going post it here. sorry about the bad picture.

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A bag I made just cause. I still need to dye it black and paint the words on it.

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A hollow knight cosplay I’m working on

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20 Character Design Questions

🕸 1. Who’s the oldest character of yours that you still use?

⭐️ 2. Who’s the oldest character of yours, defunct or not?

💡 3. Has creating a character ever made you realize something about yourself?

🦋 4. Any minor characters that have either taken over or branched off into their own stories?

🐲 5. Do you prefer to make human, animal, monster, or _____ characters? Why?

🎨 6. When creating a character, do you come up with the visual concept or the written concept first?

📌 7. Do you have characters that you know you’ll never use, but can’t bear to get rid of/recycle?

💖 8. Is there a character that embodies your good traits, or traits you wish you had?

🖤 9. Is there a character that embodies your bad traits? Several characters? Which ones and what traits?

♨️ 10. Is there a character that explores your interests or fetishes (orrrr is that just all of you characters)?

✒️ 11. If you have characters that embody certain traits of yours—good or bad—has writing them changed how you view those traits? Has it affected you in any way?

💭 12.   Do you fantasize about being any of your characters, or are you more detached?

🎵 13. Do you create playlists for your characters?

🎇 14. When writing for specific characters, is there anything you have to do to get into the right mindset?

🌻 15. Which character is your guilty pleasure?

🌩 16. Is there a character of yours who’s a real struggle to write/draw? Why do you think that is?

🔑 17. Which character is the easiest to draw/write?

💎 18. Is there anything you really wish you could do, character-design-wise, that you feel is outside your current skillset? A concept that you wish you could pull off but are uncertain about?

🏆 19. What’s more important to you: visual design, unique personality, a trendy character aesthetic, etc? If you’re not sure, then what’s the first thing you usually nail down in a character?

🎬 20. Do you ever plan to do anything (comic, animation, etc) with your characters? Or are you just happy to have them?

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This looks fuuuun

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I will answer these for any of my 5 elf sons

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Why not!

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Ye ye ye

[carmessi-deactivated20181217]

why not =x

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All the gods of myth and legend are real, but having your prayers answered depends on discovering which god can hear you. You figured out which god is listening to your prayers, but they’re not what you expected.

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Suzy was dissapointed. Most people her age had discovered their deity so far, and she was starting to think she was godless. She turned the next page of McBayers’ Little Book of Deities, and tried reading their names aloud to see if she’d get a reaction. It had taken her weeks just to get through Chinese spirits and deities, and had finally reached the first page of Egyptian Gods and you.

“Ammit? Amun? Anhur?” Nothing. Her heart slowly sank again. Three more tries, and she’d stop for now.

“Anubis?”

The ground shook. The lights in Suzy’s room flickered and went out. A single flame hovered in the middle of the room, and as it grew to a blaze it changed form. Within the blink of an eye, there was a tall figure standing in Suzy’s room. The body of a man, and the head of a jackal. His eyes shone bright as he peered at her.

WHAT IS IT, SUZY OF THE HOUSE MILLER?

“You’re the deity that answers my prayers?”

INDEED. I, ANUBIS, WHO RULES OVER THE LAND OF THE DEAD, IS HERE TO ANSWER YOUR REQUESTS.

Suzy thought for a moment. “O great and mighty Anubis who rules over the afterlife, can I please have a puppy?”

Anubis seemed taken aback.

IN THE CENTURIES THAT I HAVE BEEN PRAYED TO, THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE BEEN REQUESTED SOMETHING LIKE THIS. CHILD, HOW OLD ARE YOU?

“I’m eight and a half. My mommy says that if I can take care of a puppy, I can keep it.”

ARE YOU CERTAIN YOU DO NOT WISH FOR ME TO BRING PLAGUES UPON YOUR ENEMIES OR WEIGH A SOUL FOR YOU?

Suzy shook her head. “I want a puppy.”

CHILD, IN TRUTH THIS WISH I CANNOT GRANT. MY JOB HAS BEEN TO BRING PEACE AND LEAD SOULS INTO THE AFTERLIFE, NOTHING MORE. IF I WERE TO CREATE A HOUND FOR YOU, IT WOULD BE FORMED OF BONE AND SOUL ALONE.

Suzy thought for a second. She would have liked to have a nice fluffy puppy, but then she remembered how Aunt Marge’s Sphinx cat was still nice, even without fur.

“No fur is fine, as long as they don’t bite and make a mess.”

Anubis nodded, and raised a hand. Underneath his palm an intricate symbol appeared on the floor. It glowed bright, and the floorboards burst apart. Up sprang a massive skeletal dog, bigger than suzy herself. Its eye sockets held blue flame, and its jaw hang partly open in a perpetual grin. It slowly walked over to Suzy and nuzzled her.

“What does it eat?”

IT WILL NOT NEED SUSTENANCE, AND WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO SERVE ITS NEW MASTER. I HOPE THIS WILL SUFFICE.”

“I love it. Thank you, Anubis.”

Anubis looked slightly taken aback, but nodded peacefully.

FAREWELL FOR NOW, SUZY OF THE MILLERS. IF YOU EVER NEED ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE BUT TO ASK ME.

Suzy nodded, and ran over to her parents’ room to show them her new dog. She was pretty sure they couldn’t object to this pet.

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A part 2,since this got some people interested.

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Part 3, due to popular request. 

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[ladyjouster]

I love It! Anubis. Cuddles. High priestess Suzy.

[pilgrimkitty]

THIS IS ADORABLE

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A horror story I don't have the motivation to finish

There was an urban legend detailing a house linked to no realm, that only certain people could see. It goes: If walking alone. A road will seem to have appeared before you, it will urge you to to follow it. However doing so will seal your fate, some write there is a lavish party and others were able to only scrawl that death awaits. One thing remains constant, people turn up stabbed by a very ornamental knife. It never gets picked up by anyone, it usually disappears, but if you are able to touch it you will die in an unusual way. Take this for a grain of salt, for this is nothing more than an urban legend. One day after school I was hanging out with two friends and I felt a strange feeling that seemed to follow me wherever I went. My friends kept asking if I was alright because I had been looking around as if someone was following us. It was a welcoming feeling with an underlying feeling of dread and horror. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. They suggested that we head to one of our houses and hang out there in an attempt to alleviate me. We live in the same neighborhood so we knew everyone and we knew our way around. It still persisted, in fact it got even worse. I began to hear voices, but I never told either of my friends about it though. The voices began to say that my friends were pretending to be so, that they weren’t. At first I didn’t listen, but as time went on I began to believe them. I started to question my relationship with them and all my friends. I had to go home I couldn’t stand them anymore. The thought that they were just pretending to be my friends had stuck and I played on acting like

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I have been working on the next part of mersala's story. I've also been working on character sheets and a commissions page.

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The Meadow of the Kind

There is a meadow hidden between heaven and earth where there is not a care in the world. In this meadow there was a peaceful race of beings known for their overwhelming kindness. they helped angels and eased the minds of worrisome humans. they’d appear and ask if they could share a cup of coffee or tea and they would calm the minds of their host. when they left they would wish their host an exceptional day and know that the host was no longer worrying or stressing about their problem. often times they would see the host again on their way to heaven when they’d return the favor and catch up before living in peace for eternity. The meadow blooms with a new flower for every human eased and the beings would look upon them and smile

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Janet’s Happy clown

My friend saw I was trying to write something happy, she wanted to help and this is her story

a clown with a big red nose and big feet. he was sooo happy that he found his pet unicorn. a troll walked by and killed the unicorn. this made the clown sad. :( so the troll laughed when at the clown while it cried. the clown got angry and ran off to his barn. there he grabbed balloon animals and used witchcraft to make them come to life. he found the troll later that day. the clown took the animal out and told the troll he was about to die. the troll laughed at his balloon animal. the clown did his spell and the troll realized it was real. the balloons destroyed the troll. since then no troll has messed with the clown or any other unicorn. the end :)

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Mersala's Lament

There was a girl who was cursed with the inability to age, she’d go through time wondering if she would be killed and released from her pseudo-immortality. When she first turned 17, poised to inherit her family’s fortune. However, she was attacked by a creature pulled from another dimension. It had blood red eyes, coarse needle-like fur tinted red, serrated fangs that would skin any animal, and the claws that were as sickles. It slashed out her stomach. The pain as her various guts spilled out became overwhelming and she fainted, soon to die. She heard a strange language course through her head and change her somehow. Her endowment ceremony was half a day ride away and she was ended so fast and brutally. Her family ordered her body to be prepared for burial. They stitched her back together best they could and dressed her in her finest clothes under the watch of guards order to kill at any misstep. Once she was prepared, her family commissioned an oak and ash wood coffin with a purple velvet inside. The funeral went on and her family grieved in a nearby noble homestead. When she awoke there was nothing but blackness. Unsure of where she was her kicks indicated that she was underground. Holding back a scream she teared up at the thought her family had buried her by accident. She sat there quietly waiting for death to take and it never would. After days and days of wait there were multiple thuds from above. The grave was cracked opened and two graverobbers saw her moving and blinking and panicked back to their lord intending to keep this a secret. When she rose the realization that who she was is now dead washed over her. she came up with a new name, Mersala. Mersala stowed the things her family had buried with her in a box and walked to a near town seeking charity, but the villagers refused and even attacked her once or twice. Mersala ran from the town into the woods and happened upon a rundown, leaky, abandoned shack or so it seemed. When she entered the place was cleaner than her former abode. A woman with clean straight hair, clear skin, and pleasant breath greeted her with familiarness as if they’d met before. Mersala wondered who this strange woman was. This woman gave her clothes and some food, but the realization that this woman was a witch hit hard. “Were you the one that summoned that dreadful beast”, Mersala asked dreading the answer. “Why yes, your father insulted my coven. So I killed you, and cursed you with a form of immortality.”, The woman said so casually. Mersala screamed and ran from the house, but she went no where. Every path lead back to the unaltered manor and caused more panic. “My name is Cyra. I thought you’d like to know, considering you’re trapped in this dimension until I release you. Right?” Cyra said amused, and sitting on her porch. Out of breath and unable run any longer Mersala fell to her knees losing consciousness. Cyra seeing this picked her and laid her in a couch wondering what to with her. Cyra knew that Mersala couldn’t be seen any where with a large number of nobles. She “died” and the dead rising would lead to a witch hunt and cause undue panic among both humans and mystical beings. As time passed Mersala awoke. “My head hurts, servants bring me some elixir!” Mersala demanded. “You’re dead to your family!” Cyra yelled from the other room. “This isn’t a nightmare then?” Mersala said with a tremble. “No, and quiet yourself I’m trying to brew a potent potion.” Cyra scolded. Mersala screams and a loud explosion is heard throughout the manor. Unamused and covered in ingredients Cyra decided to throw out mersala and leave with a single magical grimoire. It Was covered in runes archaic to most, but now one of Mersala’s few possessions. With no idea on how to read this spell book she sat in front of the broken old shack facade that tricked her so easily before. Mersala got up and attempted to open the door to avail. Mersala knew she had to change her looks and her mannerisms. Her presence in most places as she was would cause hysteria. She went to a local tavern cloaked and tried listening to hunters searching for a witch near the township. Armed with this information Mersala tracked her to lair. “Leave me be, I’ve left you” The frightened witch said. “No, I’m trying to learn this language, but they were going to find you here. Can you help me please?” Mersala asked. “Give me your cloak and take me away from here.” Said the witch. Mersala guided this poor woman to a nearby township where no one was hunting her. when they stopped the witch took her to a local sanctuary and began to teach her the dead tongue and the many dialects. Mersala took this knowledge and began to cast spells to aid her new identity. She changed her hair from brown to red, cut it to a pixie cut and turned her brown eyes to a lovely blue. Mersala relieved that she can now relax and not have to constantly follow noble mannerisms. She made herself out to be a lost maiden insearch of a job. She checked with many inns, shops, and taverns. Mersala hopes were almost gone until a man in his forties approached her. “Would you happen to be Mersala?” Inquired this stranger. “Who are you?” She asked cautiously. “This would help, I’m Octavius and the witch you saved is a very good friend of mine. You could use help learning the more advanced spells. Come work at my shop and I’ll let you stay in the storage.” Octavius said with a welcoming smile. “How do I know I can trust you?” Mersala asked. “She’s staying with me now if you’d like to see her again.” He said insisting. Desperate and longing for shelter she agreed and followed Octavius to his shop where he sold general wares to normal customers and potions to the magical customers. The witch she saved was a messenger with a powerful coven and her name was Archy. Octavius was more than truthful and allowed her to work at his shop. Archy approached Mersala with some questions. Archy inquired, ”What is your situation? I mean you weren’t part of a magical household, you couldn’t read or speak our tongue” as she gestured to Octavius and herself. Mersala answered, but it felt as if she choked on every word, “Well, it’s a long story.” Mersala recounted every step of her journey after her meeting with the dreadful beast and Cyra. Octavius and Archy sympathized with her and explained that Cyra is the most powerful sorceress and no one can break her curses. Mersala faced with this new life has much to learn.

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I'm thinking about giving Mersala her own series, but it depends how I like the story I'm writing at the moment

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The Witch and The Servant

After a tenacious night of streaming of my first completion of the oryx raid I drifted off to sleep. Once I awoke I found myself at the feet of a young woman about my age addressing me by name. The first thing I thought about was who is this and why is she requiring me specifically to do things for her.

“Arise Alexander”, She called as if I’m her personal servant.

Without skipping a beat I replied, “who are you and where am I?”

“I frequent this time and your time, we’re at the tabard inn and I feel like going on a pilgrimage.” She said quickly giving me some clothes and insisting I wear them to not be discovered.

Prying for information I ask,’How do you even know me?”

“I just pick you out of a crowd and decided to to follow you, I learned your name and everything else from observation of you. I’m a witch and Magic is real.” She said still nameless

“Your name!”, I demanded.

“Mersala, I enjoy traveling to historical events and parallel dimensions for entertainment. I have been doing this for years, follow my lead.” She said finally telling me her name.

She dressed as a Noble woman and dress me as a servant. She commented the entire time that I fit as her servant, until I tripped up her horse. She hit me with her sleeve which was filled with gold. We journeyed there and back listening to the tales as they flow forth from the pilgrims one by one. She told a story about me that set in the future, so we also almost got burned at the stake. Once the pilgrimage was complete She told me she would pull me from my time when she pleased. All I hope is that we don’t go back to some time where she’s noticed immediately and are killed.

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Mendia: the office workers tool

I am an office worker in a far away land where medieval time never really ended and dragons became pests. As a result my daily commute can be interesting, and I need to carry a multi-purpose sword. The bike I ride is made to help me fight any ghoulies on way. Once I arrive to my IT job they don’t provide us with paper shredders, so I substituted my own solution. I’ve needed it on the occasional goblin attack or getting a dragon out of a neighbor's lawn. My sword Paper Shreddeer. My sword is made from stainless steel with a built in paper shredder; the hilt is deer antler with a oak grip and a polished steel pummel. It didn’t always have the antler hilt, but it’s a story that ended well. An aspiring wizard accidently made all the deer in the area maul people and I stepped in to help. As a result a local blacksmith took materials from the deer before giving them to a butcher. At work my sword kills invaders and really big rats, but mainly shreds a lot of work orders. It’s my companion through thick and thin,however there is one thing it can’t protect me from: my strange dreams.

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The Thief and The Dragon

My slaver is so mad right now. I disobeyed and spoke out of turn. The moment I did he attempted to cut me in two and instead getting stuck in a tree. I ran for as long as I could, I’m sure I ran out of any area he’d search. However, before I knew it there was an ancient tower standing as if ruled by an unknown spector. The entrance is a hot cave that smelled of sulfur and charred hair. It was almost thick enough to taste. There was a presence about these ancient halls that hinted at an enormous beast breathing steady within the walls. The tunnel leading deeper into the tower curved in many directions before I stumbled upon the wyrm and its stash of treasure. It was beautiful, glistening, and there was simply a lot of gold. The wyrm lay upon all the gold in the tower. I thought quickly, I could take a piece of treasure to my master as good will and return to pillage more for myself. I must be careful not to take too much back as he’d wonder where even one piece came from. I reached for a golden cup and made my way to my master intending to return to take more. The dragon stirred while I walked towards the exit, all it did was make me run faster to my master. Once I returned to my master I gave him the cup he thanked me, but he promptly cut my head off for disobeying.

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Mars Medical

In 2115 a disastrous disease tore over the world and killed sixty percent of the population on earth, but they survived. On earth a cure was discovered in the nick of time and saved the remnants of humanity. They were scientists within ultra sterile environments, the people with nuclear bomb shelters, and the lucky few who happen to survive. However, the colonies within the system heard the terrible sounds of people trying to survive this plague. The various colonies were relieved to hear that it had ended, but the medical advancements in their own labs were destroying them. A treatment for cancer developed on mars made people live longer and treat cancer every time it arose, but the trial runs caused more extreme outbreaks of cancer within test subjects. The further stages came with mind bending brain tumors; They made subjects attack their own families and doctors. When the former subjects were put down often with a loud blast in the back of the head with a shotgun. They burned the corpses soon after execution. The victims of these failed tests were only taken to the morgue. The cancerous cells spread through saliva and bite wounds. Once the corpses rose it quickly moved through the few cities on the terraformed mars and no amount of domestic defense could stop it. I was sent as part of a military unit from one of the many orbital space stations in the galaxy. The colony on mars was dedicated to researching medical applications of current technology, but as a result the space station orbiting mars was filled with responses thought to possibly occur. The station was stained with blood all over it’s windows, we never checked for survivors as the risk of infection was too high. It was swiftly destroyed with an onboard railgun. We weren’t going to just land and start firing into the crowds. The population was a formidable 600,000 civilians that were all now cancerous undead. I was part of the initial landing team, but first we had to position the kinetic weapons. The facility we had to breach contained all of the medical advancements vital to other colonies. we weren’t entering blind, we knew their treatment caused the epidemic. they sent many messages detailing the effects and spread of these cells. The barrage of kinetic strikes decimated ninety percent of the colonies and ceased all movement. we boarded the landing craft to retrieve the info knowing we were all going to remain and perish. The estimated amount of bodies still moving was around 500 - 700. Once we landed we were two clicks out and resistance was brutal. We fought to the facility and breached the doors, but three men were taken and ripped apart by the cancerous undead. we barely got to the server room when I was the only one left. When I plugged in the node to transmit the data and got the confirmation that the data was received. The “treatment” was highlighted and saved to a clearly labeled storage device to ensure no one would continue the catastrophic research that destroyed an entire colony. Now I lay back and wait for the kinetic strike barrage to eliminate all of the remaining colony.