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armor studies

i'm starting to realize that i am really inexperienced at painting. there is so much more to explore in regards to values, shapes and COLORS (god, colors...)

feeling both overwhelmed and excited to learn more. i love art!! but its a lot...

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been making some sketches of a feudal Japan inspired LoZ AU. some basic brainrot lore behind the sketches:

zelda was sent away at birth by the hyrulian emperor due to the impending threat of war. the triforce of wisdom imbedded itself into zelda, causing her to have visions of the future. she grew up in a farming village with impa as her caretaker.

link is the son of a blacksmith and zelda's childhood friend. i thought it'd be a good callback to A Link to the Past. was thinking it would ALSO be sick to have him forge his OWN master sword using the triforce of courage.

ganon's OG pig design returns with the mask. i loved how sympathetic he was in Windwaker, so the idea of him becoming a warmonger to help his people appealed to me. ultimately, i think ganon would give into his desire for power and forget his initial goal of saving his region.

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The girl was born in Andalusia, Spain to a family of gitano. Her household consisted of a mother, father and 2 older siblings. The girl's father was a deeply religious man with a pension for "divine discipline". Her mother was broken in spirit and it had shown on her face for a very long time. As a result, the girl experienced a difficult childhood rampant with beatings, periods of starvation and endless religious doctrine. Eventually, the girl learned that the only way to survive her environment was to adapt to it. However, things only got worse when the girl was chosen by the Ox Zodiac.

After the girl awoke one day, she had found a small, funny looking animal that resembled an ox. It didn't seem.. Real. Almost akin to something she herself would have drawn in the sand. It didn't seem to talk but it responded to her questions with nods and shakes of the head. Speaking of the head, the girl noticed that a subtle weight was added to her own. She felt the top of her head with her fingertips and noticed a pair of horns had grown. Solid and unshakeable.

Due to the manifestation of horns on her head, the girls religious father took it as a sign that she was a child of the devil. The girl was forced to run away from her home after her father had made it known that he was prepared to take her life. It was the girl's mother who, upon hearing her husband's plan, decided to finally take action and send the girl away to her aunt. The girl's mother knew that her sister wasn't kind or fond of children, but she knew that it was her daughter's best opportunity to run far away from that place.

The girl's aunt, Lavinia, was a shrewd woman who managed a travelling performance group (a circus). She cared nothing for her niece and only agreed to take care of her as a favor to her sister.

The girl's life did not get any easier after running away. Upon noticing the horns on the girls head, Lavinia decided to make the girl an attraction for profit. It was also noted that the girl had impressive, almost impossible strength for her age. Little did anyone know, that this was the result of being chosen by the Ox Zodiac. Lavinia would make her niece perform degrading tasks and feats of strength, all while wearing a little devil costume. She was nicknamed "el diablo pequeño".

Each day, the girl would be forced to do various tasks and chores for the entertainment troupe, and each night she would be forced to perform. Her food was always leftovers and scraps. She was never bought any new clothes or shoes. She slept on a bed of hay at night.

And yet, despite it all, the girl would silently persevere. Something inside her knew that if she voiced her thoughts, they would not be received well. So she stayed silent.

But even if she was silent, she was cheerful despite it all. The work wasn't so bad. The food was edible, and it was there! She had a roof over her head and a place to sleep. And there were beautiful stars in the night sky to lull her to sleep.

And best of all, she had a charming friend to keep her company. Though curiously enough, no one else could seemed to notice the little ox beside her.

One day, the circus was to perform at a theatre in the famed Kowloon City. The girl instantly knew that this place was.. Different. She had never felt a sense of belonging to a place, not even her own home, until now. After the first show, she was cleaning the stage when a man holding a cane and wearing circular sunglasses appeared before her. He had dark skin, a scruffy beard and white eyes with a scar streaked across them. He had a funny looking dog with him, much like how she had a funny looking ox. She stared at the dog intently.

"Hello, little one."

He spoke with a strange accent, in a language that she could somehow understand.

The girl looked up. Something inside her knew.. That this man would listen to her.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?"

The man smirked.

"You're a cheeky one, eh?" He knelt down, looking slightly away from her.

"I need these glasses because I can't see. Sunlight hurts the eyes."

The girl nodded, even though she didn't really understand.

They both shared a moment of silence before the man spoke again.

"Can you see this dog?"

The girl nodded and once again, her eyes daggered into the fluffy coat and floppy ears.

"Ah. And can anyone see that little friend of yours then?"

The girl looked up in shock before shaking her head.

"Then I think I've found who I've been looking for. I'm here to take you home."

The girl paused. So many questions were running through her head, but one prevailed over them all.

"If you can't see, how did you know that I nodded?"

The man smirked.

"You're sharp." And then he proceeded to light a cigarette.

"Probably the same way you lifted all those bloody boxes."

The boxes didn't have blood on them but that was besides the point. The girl suddenly remembered that she had to return to cleaning or else Aunt Lavinia would be furious. The lashings from the whip didn't hurt much but they did itch a lot afterwards. She instinctively began to return to work when the man called out,

"Don't you wanna get out of here?"

The girl paused. The thought had never crossed her mind. She thought life wasn't so bad here. The work wasn't so bad, the food was edible, she had a roof over her head and.. and...

"I can't."

The man was taken aback briefly before realizing that she had been taught a very specific lesson in her life."

"No girl your age should be cleaning shit up in the middle of the night. Come on then. Let's get you cleaned up and find something decent for you to wear. You don't belong here."

She looked up and saw the man turn around to leave, expecting her to follow. But could she really? Did she deserve to? It really wasn't bad here.. It really..

The man turned around, his patience wearing thin. He wasn't used to being this soft and gentle with people; the facade was fading.

"Now, enough acting like you belong this shithole and come on!"

The girl had one more question.

"Can I really go?"

The man completely dropped the act.

"Of course you fucking can, you silly little thing. Now let's go before I change my mind. I'm too old to be out in this kind of weather."

The girl began to sob. She cried uncontrollably and let out a wail. All the years she had been steadfast and strong, had culminated in this moment of reprieve. It was too much to bear the thought that she deserved a better life than this. That someone would come and tell her that she was worth more. She was a girl once again.

The man, wiping his hand on his face, let out a sigh before walking over to the girl. He picked her up effortlessly with one arm and balanced his weight with the other hand on his cane. Then he began walking away.

Whilst walking, the girl had calmed down enough talk again. She felt more confident in asking the man a question.

"What do I call you?"

"My name? You uh.. Hm.."

"You Ahm?"

"No, no. My name is Oliver. Oliver Moore. But I feel weird about a kid calling me by my name so.. Just call me Pa."

"Pa?"

Oliver grunted in acknowledgement.

"So? What's your name then?"

"My name.. Girl."

"No, your name."

"That is my name. That's what people always called me."

"Christ, that's sad."

"I think it's okay."

"Well I don't. You deserve a better one. Pick something for yourself, now that you're out of that shithole."

"I don't know any names apart from Lavinia. And I don't really like that one."

Dog sighed, his breath illuminated by a street light.

"How about Alma?"

"Alma..?"

"It was my mother's name. She was a strong woman with a good heart."

"Alma..."

And with that, Alma fell asleep in Oliver's arms.

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last few studies from stream (11/24/23 - 11/30/23)

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leg studies from stream (11/04/23)

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studies from stream 2 (10/31/23)

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studies from stream (10/27/23)

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dragon miku WIP

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more portrait sketches (100423)

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some recent sketches (going for a new style)

brush is "hibi pencil" on CSP

100423

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fanart of Leo, an OC from @rolleybun (on twitter)

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Ancient Typhlosion

Fire / Ground

An immensely powerful Pokémon, feared for its explosive temper. They would often burrow deep underground in order to control the intense flames from their backs. The explosions from the released heat was akin to volcanoes.

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face studies pt 2 092023

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face studies (09/19/23)

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some kung-fu peach fanart from the nintendo direct today!

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michelle yeoh study (08/22/23)

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character sheet for my OC's