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A collection of all the outfits I did for that one meme a bit ago. Thank you to everyone who sent in, it was a lot of fun interpreting them or coming up with a design!

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experimenting with food is so scary like what if this sucks ass and now i gotta eat it anyway or i'll starve

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still crazy ab that fangamer video

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Belial's Meat

I'M SO HAPPY WITH THE NEWS YIPPIEEE

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Man,,, been seeing so many people lately having so much fun making or commissioning art of their selfships/yumeships/self insert x character ships, and I want to be that free so bad. Maybe I need to start commissioning stuff of this nature because like. Boy I'd die

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Hey would you look at that, it's been one whole year of drawing! I'd like to compare the very first drawing I posted of this year to the very last "real" drawing I did. Let's take a look: (This doesn't count as my weekly upload of course!)

Now personally, I'll be very honest. I'm still very unhappy with where my level of skill in drawing is at. However, I can appreciate a few small things. My lines, to start. I've been making an effort to make them less scratchy and seem more confident! I've also started drawing much larger, and thus have been able to add more small details to my work. I'm not happy with my anatomy-- but I have been trying to get more realistic shapes down as well, such as the bump in the arm below the elbow, etc. Now, realism is far from an artstyle I want to achieve, I love when things are cartoony and more cute. But I'm trying to focus on learning a more anatomically correct style for now, so I might have an easier time translating that later. It also helps to have more realistic references of characters, sometimes. Sometimes I can even draw a hand that doesn't look like an entirely indiscernible blob!

Again, do I think I've improved a whole lot? Eeeeh, no, not particularly. But I'm also aware that it's most likely just my general dissatisfaction with my art effecting that judgement. So, have I improved at all? Yeah, I like to think so-- and I'm really hoping to make many more strides in the upcoming year. I just need to find the right thing that can really help bolster my learning, I feel

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Week of 12/22/24 - 12/28/24

For someone with no access to my tech for most of the week, I'm very proud of how much drawing I managed to do! This first piece is a character named Amelie, they ended up being waaayyyy more 90s than I expected them to be, which is neat because the expected amount was zero!

And then-- god. These next four aren't good, I was trying to emulate an extremely cute chibi style I saw someone I know drawing in, and it turned out. Bad. Hot slop on a digital page. Anyway, here was the first pass of it

Hm, yes. Bad. Here are the next three attempts I made

Ultimately I would say I am the least unhappy with Cecil (the fish man in the middle) but I'm still not too happy with it overall. Agh

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Week of 12/15/24 - 12/21/24

Alrighty! This update comes a touch late because I had to go away for a bit, but everything I post here was done on time! First we got this bigger piece, Tristan's character Artair, D's character Butch, and my character Bunni in l.ethal c.ompany! We've been playing it and playing around in character so I wanted to draw what all of their outfits would look like

Next, we have Bunni again, this time for her 80s pop star AU!

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Week of 12/08/24 - 12/14/24

Not much done this week! Just figuring out the design of a new character for myself! This full body image I did everything except for the base, it was a free base I downloaded. I think she's very cute, though!! I've been wanting to incorporate heart hair into a character for a very long time now :3

I also did this goobie of her! Due to the nature of goobies and having to simplify/cut details I don't feel like she makes for the best goobie? It sort of negates a lot of her little pops of accent colors and makes her very blue! Which isn't a bad thing of course, just a note

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Week of 12/01/24 - 12/07/24

So I've got a few things for this week! First is this Batter doodle that was heavily reliant on referencing some posing stuff, and I think for that reason it turned out pretty neat!

Then we have this doodle, done very quickly and also without reference! Wanted my gorl in that beartrap even though it looks,,, absolutely terrible XD

And then, my favorite thing from this week, it's Lock again! Well, one of Lock's forms anyhow-- I call this one "Mock" because it's like Lock when he wants to actually look more like a human. So it's sort of a neat midpoint between Lock and Mason! Feels very uncomfy to look at, and will give you a headache if you look at him long enough!

and a close up of his face and without glasses cause i think hes the cutest!!

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Week of 11/24/24 - 11/30/24

Okay okay, I know this is like, two weeks late. Oops! But in my defense the only thing I drew was this very shitpost-y doodle, entirely without reference but with a song in my heart, and a deep need for that coughing baby to get batted into the sun. I am particularly fond of how terrible and cursed the Judge looks though XD

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man,,, I've seen multiple (two, but that's still more than one!!!) fanarts of S.am and M.ax in O.FF and it makes me so happy!!!

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Long off by near a century, a man with hair of silver, a charming smile, and a tender heart lived.

He was not young, and while sweet of sentiment and strong of character, he had no love to call his own, and no intentions of marrying. Many tried to catch those gold-hued eyes, but he never found one to call his own. The longer he lingered unwed, the more matured his body grew, aged with lines of his time passing. Though still the years were well loved by him, and by no means empty of love and kinship and camaraderie held dear.

His tale was long from over, in his fifty third year. It was long after it had begun as well, but it was the year he found his yearning beat.

A woman she was, tall and thin as hanging willow, with eyes pale blue like an early frost. Her skin was alabaster, but with the lines and sags and veins of age and a life lived. She had no laugh lines. She sang a haunting dirge, barefoot in the marshy earth near the edge of the homestead he called his. Her hair was threads of black with thin streaks of grey. Her eyes were rounded with darkened circles, and a black dress hung from her bony shoulder on one side, and slunk like drapery down her and into the waters. She switches between a haunting melody and a keening wail, and both spread for miles from powerful, mourning lungs.

He cannot say what besots him with her. Perhaps it is the melancholic temperament. Perhaps it is the way she sings, and her effort to capture some tragedy. Perhaps it is all the lines and spots of age which speak of a long life well lived, and a dozen unsaid stories he does not yet know. Perhaps it is her ethereal form as it glitters like a star in marsh-light. The first night she sings he listens in awe.

The second night, he brings her food. She does not eat but her thanks is given in the barest nod.

The third night, he brings her a flower, white as the moon on her skin. Her hair has grown and a few more silvery strands glint in ebon locks. She accepts his flower without breaking her melody, and it wilts within her hand.

The fourth, he brings his viola. He plays with her in her song. She looks at him as he does. Near the end the strings all snap, but he plays her a rhythm regardless on the wood. It makes a smile creep at the edges of her visage.

The fifth he brings her a hand-mirror of ash and silver, and a comb of mother-of-pearl. The mirror cracks when she takes it in her hands, and her reflected face is bare of skin and a sunken, splintering image in the web of shards. But she places the comb in her mostly silver hair.

She still wears it the sixth when all her hair is grey. He offers her a ring, a simple band of gold. She looks between it and him with her beautiful, sad face. Her song ends early.

“My hair is grey and my heart is withered. It is not a thing any should want.” She tells him.

He is undeterred. “Well, my hair is grey to match, and my flesh is far more wizened than yours ever could be, my dear. But my heart may beat for us both if you’re keen to share it with me.”

She seems puzzled by his answer, but allows their hands to lace together.

The seventh night the cries are short. They must be made, but most of the night is devoted to them, and to things left unsaid under moonlight.

There is no eighth night. A funeral bell takes her place, chiming for the death of the family who lives in neighborly fashion. One of them has passed, the letter of demise arriving that very day. They weep and mourn, and the woman does not show, not even that night.

He waits for her for weeks, before accepting it was not to be. Not until a year passes, and a basket with babe and letter and beautiful comb arrive on the steps of his dwelling. The letter is written with curling font.

Give her the comb when she is older. I could not part with the ring.

He knows what she must have been. A woman of the barrows, come to tide in grief before it arrives. He does not understand how a daughter came to him, but he loves her all the same. Her wailing cries do not hurt him any more than her mother’s own did, though she is much harder to please and placate. He does his best, and his tender heart beats for her and her mother and his friends who help him raise her.

Many told him he could find another love, another to mother his child. But he refused. He waited still, for his sweet faery of the mounds. For his love he was sure he was family now, and when it was time, she would come and keen in his arms, before he found himself cold and collected and buried in the barrows as well.

For thirty-three years he waits and watches their daughter grow. She has sleek hair like her mother, and blue eyes more like an open sky. She smiles with his charm and wears lock of strawberry blond like him, and her hands are calloused by viola. And still her voice carries her mother, as she grows and grows like a willow tree. He loves her, he loves her singing, her stories she weaves, the stars she tells him of in the sky. He loves her, and if there is one thing he is grateful for, it is that she loves him as well, and he sees her grow, marry, and sees her young child born.

His years are twilight, but he cherishes each precious second, just a little longer with her and her son. He swears her mother must have kept death away just a little longer, so he could stay with her still, even as he grows frail and his skin thins to paper. She tells him if that’s the case, then she is grateful too.

And then one day, there is a knock at his door. A haunting note plays and a long shadow blots its way through rippled glass. He knows by that single mourning sound who waits.

He meets her at the door despite his age, with the spark of a new man inside him. The air outside chills, and he lays his coat over her shoulders to keep the frost away from his fairest lady. Their hands twine, the ring on hers colder than even her skin, but he warms them both with the lifeblood of his racing heart. He follows her down and away, into the marsh and towards the barrows.

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AAAAAAAAA GUYS OMG OMG I CANT BELIEVE THERES GONNA BE NEW STUFF FOR OFF!!!!

I can't even begin to describe how excited I am!!!! OFF has always been so special to me, it was my first hyperfixation, the first fandom I ever made oc's for, the first fandom I ever shipped characters in, the first fandom I drew fanart for, the first fandom I ever cosplayed in, and so so many more firsts that have impacted me so deeply! This game had such a profound impact on me, and it continues to hold such a special place in my heart. I'm so so SO excited for this!!!

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Week of 11/17/24 - 11/23/24

My art was sorta all over the place this week! I started a big wip that I could've had done by now but then I started drawing other things lol. I wanted to start trying to draw things wildly outside of my comfort zone knowing they wouldn't turn out the best, in the hopes of pushing me into further improvement. The idea is a bunch of my oc's leaning around a wall comedy style, here you can see I've gotten Reverb and Kiran done, which means there are only three characters left to draw being Caesar, Lexus, and Lock.

I also did another goobie, this one of my new goober Noxon

Next I wanted to draw my character in a sort of "snow bunny" type of outfit, very lingerie core kinda but I definitely struggled with the body type agh./ Alongside it is a very mini doodle of Weaver bein a meanie (its okay she likes it) Maybe I'll draw Weaver in this little like, winter outfit actually tho cause I've got a good idea for it

And last but not least, I decided to doodle Tristan's little cat sona and/or Artair as a little rubberhose guy! It was pretty fun