#a series of misspelled blobs

[hahskeleton]

I had this whole thing a little while ago where I had these… basically ocs and as a whole thing it was called “a series or misspelled blobs” and the characters were basically blobs with animal features and there was a few I remember that were called qat (cat) dawg (dog) oul (owl) and jeraffe (giraffe)

[mikiafina]

“Exotic Life Form — II”

Mesage:

I am finally free from Title Defense, now I can relax-ish but unfortunately I have to revise my group's paper because of too much mistake.. Anyways, the reader's pronouns in this story is not really mentioned but the reader I have in mind as I write this is female, so be warned.

Dear @genshinarchives, if you ever stumbled upon this work of mine and were felt like I stole your ideas and didn't like this posted anymore, we can talk about it peacefully so feel free to message me if so.

Note:

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Trigger Warning:

Grammatical Errors, misspellings, typos, ooc, possibly curse words, incorrect lore, slow burn, slight sagau(?), use of informal language and not proof-read

Synopsis:

The exotic blob that you have found in an alleyway woked you up and helped you with your day, albeit curious at everything you do.

Inspired by:

@genshinarchives

After the incident of investigating a ruin that mysetriously appeared out of nowhere as well as being blinded by a strange orb that he found at the end of the ruin and arriving in an unknown place in addition to being transformed from human into a seelie is not a desirable series of events that Aether was looking for but at least the human that he was founded by was kind to say the least. Had he not been found by the human, he wish not to dwell into the next scenario if so. Aether did his best with helping the human that took him while gathering some information around their home, connecting the dots only to get even more question than answer.

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Dusk arrived as Aether felt the fatigue begun swimming in his small liquid-like body from roaming around your home nonstop for hours in search for answers and clues, but to his wonderful luck, the only things he found is more question and confusing equipments. The only thing that made sense to him is the simple furnitures like the sink, couch, sofa, wall frames, tables, chairs, plates, spoon and fork and other various stuff.

After a few minutes of Aether sitting in silence as he watch the sun waking up from its slumber he decided to also wake you up from your sleep. Floating towards your sleeping form, Aether placed his tiny liquid-like hands on your forearm as he muster up every strength he has and begun shaking you awake. Aether stopped shaking you as he flew a few step back when you swat him away with your hand, mumbling ‘few more minutes..’ as you do so.

huffy and dismayed with your automatic response, Aether returned to your side and continued shaking your sleeping form awake. You groaned in exasperation as you sat up from your laying position and covering your mouth with the back of your hand while you yawn, as if the 4 hours or more of sleep is not enough for you. After remaining still for a solid minutes, you rubbed your eyes to reduce the sleepiness in them then you looked around and wondered why you were sleeping on the couch but as soon as your eyes landed on the small strange liquid-like creature in front of you that is seemingly pointing its miniature hands outside your window made you realize what had happened last night.

Distracted by your thoughts, Aether tugged at your sleeve as his small liquid-like body trembled while he squeaked frantically and loudly. His miniature liquid-like hand soon pointed out the window once again when he caught your attention, deciding that you'll indulge the little one's antics you looked out the window and tilt your head to the side in confusion, not seeing what the strange creature is trying to show nor tell you.

"What? What are you trying to show me, little one?" you query.

As if the strange creature answered you and floated towards the window and pointed repeatedly outside eliciting a confused ‘huh?’ from you, Aether got more huffy when you couldn't understand what he's trying to point outside so he looked around your living room trying to find something that may resemble the sun.

When his vision landed on one, Aether flew above you towards it and pointed at the sun that were drawn in the painting, you raised a brow and racked your brain for clues of what he may be telling you.

"Sun? Are you pointing at the drawing of the sun?" you query again.

Aether bounced in delight as he returned to the window and pointed outside again, this time you looked closely on where he was pointing and saw that the sun is out.

"Ahh, the sun is up. Wait.. What..? The sun is up?!" you shriek.

Looking up towards the wall clock above the entrance between the living room and the dining room, you saw that the big hand is pointing at number 8 and that the small hand is pointing between 8 and 9, telling you that it is already 8:43 AM, which means you are late for school. Frantically, you rushed off the couch and run up the stairs to your bedroom, taking a quick shower before wearing your school uniform, grabbing your bag from the bed and taking a loaf of bread from the cupboard then biting the half end of it before running out of your house with Aether following suit behind you.

When you arrived at your school you didn't notice that Aether was following you so you were walking towards your classroom with Aether flying just above you in the corner of the ceiling.

As soon as you stepped in the classroom you sighed in relief when you saw that your professor was also running late so you hurriedly went to your seat and pretended that you weren't late, after the third bell rung, your professor came in and the homeroom begun.

During in the middle of the homeroom, a classmate of yours gently tapped on your shoulder and threw a crumpled piece of paper in front of you. When you picked it up and looked at your classmate who's sitting on your right behind you, they gestured that you uncrumple the paper. Albeit confuse but obliged and read the written message inside;

[Heyyy, may I borrow your notes after homeroom? My hand hurts so I can't write the lesson right now, please? If you lend me your notes, I won't tell our professor that you went in minutes before her! Like just this once, please? Thank you! <3]

After reading the message, you looked at your notes then looking at the paper, repeating the cycle for a good seconds before crumpling the paper in slight annoyance. You can't believe they have the audacity to borrow your notes and blackmailed you while lying to you at the same time, you curled your first on the crumpled paper and threw it back to them but as soon as you did so, your professor saw you and called you out.

"Ahem. Ms/Mr. (L/n), I would appreciate it if you pay attention to my lesson and not passing garbage to your fellow classmate. After class, I'd expect you to stay for a little talk, are we clear?" your professor demands.

The slight irritation you had earlier were now stacked as you lowered your head, looking at floor.

"Yes, Mrs. Santiago. I'm sorry." you murmur loud enough.

Pleased with your response, your professor dismissed you and told you to pick up the crumpled paper and hide it in your bag, telling you not to pass your own garbage to someone else before scolding your classmate who gave you the paper in the first place.

After the whole incident, you ignored your classmate and continued on writing down notes and highlights as you grit your teeth in annoyance. Pissed off that you were called out for something you didn't do and got to stay after class. To say the least, your day was already ruined but it got even more ruined by your classmate. Great.

Few more minutes passed and the bell rung, your professor dismissed everyone except you. She beckoned you over the chair in front of her desk, sitting in hers whilst she clean her stuff.

"Now, tell me Ms/Mr. (L/n), what did really happen? You are not usually like this, you are one of my star pupils. What happened?" your professor query.

Albeit contemplating as you chew on your lower lip in habit, eyebrows furrowed as you stare at your professor. Sighing before you decided to take out the crumpled paper from your bag and handing it to your professor as you leaned back on the chair before crossing your arm and showed clear annoyance.

"A classmate of mine threw this in front of me while tapping me repeatedly on my shoulder, I tried ignoring her but she was distracting me so I have no choice but to look at her and get it over with. I planned on declining her request and giving her trash back, but I wasn't able to do so because you stopped me and told me to hide it it my bag. Which.. Became helpful because I was able to use it as an evidence.." you explained, murmuring at the middle to the end.

You expected her to be disappointed but to your surprise, she wasn't. Instead, she apologized for calling you out earlier in the middle of the class and told you that she'll talk to your classmate because it seemed that you're not the only one that's been bothered by her.

After the little talk you had with your professor, you went to your next class to the last until it was time to go home. For the remaining of the day, you hid Aether in your bag after you found out that he was following you since first class when you were eating lunch on the rooftop of your building. You made sure that your stuff is all in your bag and not one missing before going home with your bag in front of you as Aether stayed surprisingly comfortable inside.

When you got home, you kicked off your shoes and placed it on the shoe rack before slipping on the indoor ones. You gently put your bag down beside the couch and went straight to the kitchen to cook a decent dinner with a few desserts leftover from your previous baking. Aether is floating beside you, helping you with the cooking and preparing the dinner table as he ate dinner across from you even though he didn't need to do so.

When the two of you finished your dinner, you played tag with Aether trying to take the sponge from his tiny liquid-like hands. After successfully taking the sponge from him, you made him take the desserts and beverages from the dining table and bring it up to your room if he can. Amusing to say that Aether was determined to take all of the desserts and beverages to your room, seeing the tiny creature doing its best filled you with warmth and serotonin making you melt at the sight.

After washing the dishes, you grabbed your bag from the side of the couch and tread your way upstairs to your room and sat on your gaming chair, bringing out your notes and homework to the vacant table beside your computer. You also made Aether his very own chair on the table where he can view almost everything from his point of view and as if thanking you, he snuggled on your cheek, squeaking in a high pitch making you giggle softly in response.

It was already past 10 PM and you were almost finished with your homework and projects when you decided to take a break by doing an art commission from one of your clients before playing various games and of course.. Genshin impact.

Aether watched the whole time you were doing your homework to doing your work to playing many games until you play genshin impact where he saw his self, Aether squeaked uncontrollably beside you while his miniature hands pointed at his own model. Assuming that he wanted a name and heard you saying the protagonist of the game you were playing and got infatuated with it.. Wrong.

"Ahh you want your name to be Aether? I don't mind giving you that name, it suits you to be honest." you query before deciding.

Aether frantically bounced in front of you, pointing at his model. Amused with his reaction as you took it with him just being overly excited of his name, giggled as you caressed on what you assumed is his head.

Realizing that there would be no current way on telling you what he really thinks so he gave up temporarily, relaxing back into the haven of a seat that you made for him.

Needless to say, the day was rather tad bit eventful on Aether's side. He discovered lots of things in just a day and he knows exactly what to do next time.. That's a lie, he still don't know what to do, but at the least he has an idea what to do now compared yesterday morning.

Now, his priority is to stick by your side at all times second to his goal of finding out everything about the game you are playing, genshin impact.

‘I hope the others are doing okay.. Oh Paimon.. Lumine.. Even the others are in this.. Game. Hahh.. Let us just hope nothing bad happens from this day onwards..’

® mikiafina

[krumbine]

Explorers of the Unknown vs the Last Gift Shop on the Left

A mysterious gift shop appears overnight in a city known for weird, paranormal, and sometimes apocalyptic activities.

But it's probably no big deal.

It's just a gift shop.

Probably.

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By all accounts, Greenville was a weird place.

For starters, the weather was always perfect. Mid-70s, optimistically sunny, and always a gentle breeze no matter how isolated you might have thought you were from the breeze. On its face, this might not seem very weird, but if you found yourself alone in a dark alley, a ray of that weirdly optimistic sun illuminating a sickly green hyper-intelligent blob of undulating goop the relative size of a commercial refrigerator, and all of your clothes suddenly decided to leap two feet to your left through a process of molecular destabilization and general telekinetic absurdity courtesy of the sickly green hyper-intelligent blob of undulating goop … trust me when I say that a gentle breeze across your exposed rear in the middle of an otherwise walled-off alley would be inarguably weird.

In the annals of Greenville weirdness, a Tyrannosaurus Rex rampaged through the suburbs, a morose zombie who couldn’t stand being undead was the key to undoing an apocalypse, a local library was infested with vampires, irrationally malevolent mole men from Mars chose a local office building basement as the teleportation entry point for an ill-advised invasion, and the local burger joint featured a talking trash can that got a binary gender greeting correct at least fifty-percent of the time.

By all accounts, Greenville was a very weird place.

One of the weirdest spots in this idyllic American city was a short strip—no more than a mile in length—of one of the main roads that cut straight through the city. The strip was densely packed with all flavors of tourist traps from the infamous never-escape-game room (really, you won’t), extreme putt-putt (you have to sign a waiver but you don’t have to pay extra for the hazard insurance), a Triassic Encounter (located adjacent the putt-putt course and you get a 10-percent discount if you buy tickets to both attractions at once; also, keep your fingers away from the cages), and everything along the strip was anchored by the Greenville Visitor Center, a small shanty manned by a crazy old man with a long white beard who did his best to convince visitors that the Never Escape Game was actually, absolutely escapable. It might have taken six years, but the crazy old man had escaped.

Or did he? Was the shanty and the strip just some kind of existential, cosmic extension of the escape game?

If you ever visit Greenville, try not to get into a philosophical discussion about reality, escapism, and ten-percent discounts with the crazy old man at the at the visitor center.

Aside from the world’s only Weirdatorium (“Uncle Al’s Weirdatorium Emporium: half-priced Tuesdays and complimentary wheat grass sno-cones for groups of eight or more!”) the really weird thing about the Greenville tourism district were the gift shops.

While most people are familiar with the exit-through-the-gift-shop trope, wherein the gift shop naturally grew from the local attraction and existed to support said attraction (example: Uncle Al’s Weirdatorium Harmonium, a Greenville exclusive) the weirdness of Greenville caused a new strain of gift shop to evolve. These new gift shops no longer required a host attraction and in some places, you could even find gift shops that were located at the exit of other gift shops.

There were only three total scientific experts who had spent any time studying the gift shop epidemic and two of three traced its roots to the Greenville tourism district. (The third scientific expert traced the epidemic to Orlando, but his research was later dismissed as thinly-veiled propaganda for a certain rodent-based entertainment empire.)

In short order, the Greenville gift shop epidemic escalated to the absolutely terrifying point where one of these weird, monstrous, free-standing garish gift shops mysteriously appeared on a lot that had been completely empty just the day before.

Greenville was a very weird place, indeed.

*

Doors slid open and a series of melodic notes played underneath a generic, cheery song that almost sounded poppy, but every third and seventh note seemed to be off. Three figures stood inside the entrance of the gift shop. The one in the middle wore brown slacks with a matching buttoned dress vest. He pushed a pair of black-framed glasses up his nose as he surveyed the first floor of the gift shop.

An overly cheery gift shop employee: “Hello, welcome!”

The employee drifted away leaving the three people to themselves.

“Let’s try and keep this clean, boys,” Jordan said. “Recon only. Assess the situation, establish any paranormal parameters, keep a low profile, and get out. It’s probably just a gift shop, but I see no reason we can’t collect our minimum fee on this.”

On Jordan’s right was his brother, Jason. Jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket. Strong features and a stronger chin. He wore his hair long and in a ponytail because manly men have pony tails.

“First of all, you literally just repeated everything you said in the parking lot, like, thirty seconds ago,” Jason said, eyeballing a display of Greenville, USA! shot glasses with custom names. “Secondly, it’s called standard operating procedure for a reason. You don’t have to treat us like children.”

Jordan was temporarily impressed with Jason’s grasp of ‘standard operating procedures’ not because his brother was particularly stupid (although it was well-established that Jordan was the brains and Jason was the brawn of this operation) but because Jason usually lacked the patience to grasp anything of substance. 

“I think it’s safe to say we know what we’re doing,” Jason said with a smirk. His eyes darted to one of the shot glasses. “Ooh! This one has my name but they spelled it wrong!”

Jason grabbed the glass that had ‘Jayson’ printed on it. The glass came from the lower end of the display and dozens of shot glasses promptly collapsed and shattered on the floor. Jason shifted awkwardly, looking up from his misspelled shot glass.

Jordan sighed.

To Jordan’s right: “My money’s on a government conspiracy,” Chris said while rubbing his chin, eyebrow arched. He was tall, lanky, and had short-cropped platinum blonde hair. Chris wore athletic shorts and a form-fitting t-shirt, an outfit designed to allow for a maximum range of flexibility.  “My guess is that the government probably setup the shop overnight as an economic stimulus.”

Jordan was confused. “An economic—”

Chris shrugged. “Hey, it’s not like everything we do has to involve the end of the world,” referring to the countless times the world had ended during one of their paranormal investigations. It was a trope.

Jason squinted, not unlike Clint Eastwood. “Sometime’s a gift shop is just that …” Jason paused dramatically.

The three paranormal investigators silently looked at each other as Jason squinted and wiggled his eyebrows in a fashion he no doubt assumed was suspenseful.

It wasn’t.

Another long moment passed and Jordan decided Jason was finished.

“Let’s spread out—”

“—a gift shop,” Jason finally said through gritted teeth. In his normal voice, and quickly: “Sometime’s a gift shop is just that, a gift shop.”

“You done now?”

“Yeah, that’ll do.” Jason tossed the misspelled shot glass in the air and caught it, placing it daintily on the shattered display. “So we’re clear, though, my money is on this being a waste of time.”

“Waste of time or not, Milton Cranstead is still paying our minimum fee.”

“I’m not sure I’d trust the crazy old man at the visitor center to pay for a free lunch, much less our fee,” Chris said.

“Also, serious question,” Jason said gravely before his tone shifted completely, face scrunched like he just sucked a lemon wedge. “Can’t we do something a little more fun?” he whined.

“Your idea of fun is punching things,” Jordan replied.

“Your point is?”

Jordan sighed and mentally reset. “Chris, see if you can’t poke around the second floor. Jason, you’re on perimeter. I’ll run the spectroscopic analysis for trace ectoplasmic particles and we’ll meet back here in ten. Easy money, fellas.”

“Can I say one thing?” Chris asked.

“No.” Jordan pulled a smartphone-sized gadget with a large antenna from his back pocket.

“Government conspiracy.”

“Guys?” Jason asked flatly. His attention had been pulled to the interior of the gift shop.

A new voice from behind the boys. It was deep and mesmerizing, not unlike Patrick Warburton. “I can categorically deny that this is not a government operation. Not even a secret one. Yeah. I would know.”

“Guys—”

Jordan and Chris spun on their heels (Jason still transfixed on something else). A tall man, broad shoulders, dressed in a black suit stood behind them at the entrance of the gift shop. The man’s appearance was not unlike Patrick Warburton.

“Agent Bob!” Chris exclaimed and promptly enveloped the man in a hug that was all arms and a little leg. “Holy popsicles, dude, the last time we saw you—”

Agent Bob attempted to extricate himself from Chris’ embrace. “Mongolian army. Viscous ooze. Some really bad female character development.”

Jordan shrugged. “We learn, we grow.”

Agent Bob eyeballed the three very male paranormal investigators. “Mmh.”

Chris unwound himself and grabbed Agent Bob’s shoulders. “Wait a sec––you’re saying this whole gift shop thing isn’t one of yours?”

“Nope. I’m here same as you,” Agent Bob said. “My guys need to know how this place just showed up overnight.”

Chris’ eyes went wide. “Well, this just got interesting!”

Jordan’s handheld ectoplasmic spectrometer pinged a worrisome note.

“Guys!” Jason yelled.

Two paranormal investigators and one secret government agent turned to look at what Jason was fixated on.

What appeared to be the entire staff of the gift shop had gathered at the front of the store. They looked normal enough, wearing a standard uniform of green slacks, white polo, and a green vest with a shiny white badge pinned to the breast that simple read ‘Hello!’.

“Hello.”

“Welcome.”

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

The greetings echoed eerily across the gathered staff and that was when Jordan noticed the first really weird thing about the people who worked at the gift shop.

Both their eyes and their grins were a little too wide.

Agent Bob squinted. Less Clint Eastwood and more distressed Patrick Warburton. “… I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah. Maybe the crazy old guy at the visitor center isn’t so crazy after all.”

Jordan gulped. He had noticed the second really weird thing about the gift shop employees.

The didn’t have feet. It was hard to notice at first, as if something inside him was refusing to acknowledge the abnormality, blurring it out in the periphery of his vision. But when he focused, Jordan could look down and see that none of the employees had feet. Their legs tapered down into a single, sinuous, green and yellow-veined protrusion that rolled backwards to an unseen location.

“Welcome, hello.”

“Hi, welcome.”

“Hello.”

The gift shop staff shifted—nope, strike that, they straight up undulated—and Jordan noticed the final really weird thing: there was no individual gift shop employee—they were all tentacles of a much, much larger creature.

The handheld ectoplasmic spectrometer buzzed and then began issuing a series of alarm bells.

Chris pulled at his arm to stretch his shoulder. “So much for it not being the end of the world.”

“Hey now, we don’t know—”

“Jordan!”

“Okay, fine.”

Agent Bob reached into his inside coat pocket. “Definitely not government.”

“Hello, welcome, hi.”

Jason grinned. He was going to get to punch something after all.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jordan Krumbine is a professional video editor, digital artist, and creative wizard currently quarantined in Kissimmee, Florida. When not producing content for the likes of Visit Orlando, Orlando Sentinel, or AAA National, Jordan is probably yelling at a stubbornly defective Macbook keyboard, tracking creative projects in Trello, and animating quirky videos with LEGO and other various toys.

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[sylleboi]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖔𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 | 23/10/19

During the morning we went to the photography department of the school where we would start the day off there by filming our own footage to rotoscope later on. There were no restrictions as to what we were allowed to do in front of the camera and green screen, but we had to move from one side of the screen to the other. I decided to go for a gun man or James Bond type of vibe. I didn’t want to just do a simple walk or run cycle, but instead I wanted to challenge myself a little. I did this by sneaking into frame, holding my hands up as if I was holding a gun (this added a prop that I would have to draw form scratch during the process of rotoscoping) then doing a turn and running back out the frame. When recording the clips in the green screen room, I also decided to turn around and then turn back while moving to add to the difficulty of animating everything together. This is how both of them turned out:

I decided to go with the first of the two clips for my rotoscope. I did this simply because of the turn being slower and therefore making it more challenging to animate the gun to follow the movement in such a way that it won't look “out of place”.

I didn’t find the time during college hours to actually do the rotoscope for this, so I did it at home using my own program (Krita) and my drawing tablet.

The process was relatively simple; I took the video and took a screenshot of each frame as I went, dragging the screen grab onto the canvas and began tracing my figure. As I went, I also drew in the gun for each frame, lining it up with the position with my hands.

To keep the appearance of the gun consistent I copied most of the frames, up until I came to the part where I had to change the perspective of which the gun is seen from (during the turn).

Once I had finished the whole rotoscope this is what I was left with:

The finished amount of frames came to 66. Quite a high number for such a short animation, but I didn’t want to take away from the fluidity and smoothness. Now I could have just left it here, but I wanted to do some more experimenting. I tried out filling in the clothes with some texture to create a more interesting looking sequence, but half way through I decided to go back to the original linework since I just wasn’t happy with how it was turning out, but here was that in motion:

Instead I did a bit of brainstorming, thinking about what I could do to improve what I had already made. Here’s the mindmap of the brainstorm that I did:

So as you can see, I ended up wanting to experiment with depth, leading me to be doing something to the background. Most of the mind map is based off visual language. I found using this as the root for my brainstorm really useful due to the way you can interpret each term differently to whatever the context is. I will definitely be doing this again and experiment with it further in the future.

I had also settled on wanting to keep it monochrome (misspelling in mind map) and more specifically drawing towards the style of the classic black & white manga comic book style. Based on this, what immediately popped into my mind was this program I recall trying out years and years ago called Medi Bang Paint Pro, or as I think it was used to called; Medi Bang. I was probably around 12 or 13 when I first downloaded it, but I didn't know what I was doing what so ever, so I quickly gave up. For a long time it wasn’t compatible with Mac up until recently; so I decided to take a shot and download it again. The program is free; but that wasn’t the main reason to why I wanted to try out this program again in particular. It has a lot of great tools for drawing and building comic pages, and I thought “What would it look like if I made a background inspired by traditional manga?”- so that’s what I did.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to pull it off at first, so I did a little test run beforehand and I really liked the result:

So the way that I did this was by taking a picture (that I unfortunately have lost now) and then proceeding by changing the levels of the picture, playing around with it until it’s primarily just blacks and whites. With a brush tool I began cleaning everything up a little by either erasing unwanted bits or adding additional linework just to emphasise on the subject and shapes within the drawing. I added leaves and other vegetation with some pre-made brushes that came with the program. The last step was to add a screentone of a clouded sky to add a bit of texture, shading and general interest to the whole piece, and voila! Done. This technique is super quick and efficient for creating backgrounds for comics of this style, though I still prefer when everything is painted by hand. The screentone has a very recognisable style to it and is quite often used in manga’s. One of the ones that come to mind for me is Berserk. I have always loved the artwork of that comic series; it’s the kind of art that you could stare at for hours on end and not get bored with. When looking at the artwork from the series, you can clearly see the technique of screentones are being used to create a lot of additional detail to each panel.

Here are some examples of some screentones:

In this example, it has been used for the background. A screentone with blobs lightly shaded has been added to almost create some sort of mist, changing the whole mood and feel of the panel very effectively.

Like mentioned before, in Berserk, the screentones are mostly used as an extra bit of atmospheric detail, rather than being used for any of the shading which is all hand drawn. In this example, it has been used for the lettering/type and again for the background. It creates a gritty and sort of dirty effect, emphasising how he is in a battlefield with monsters around him; definitely not a place you could call “clean”.

In this example, different kinds of sceentones have been used in each panel. In the panel to the left, the opaque stripes are a type of screentone very often used to indicate either speed, focal point or action of some kind. Not only that, but at the bottom of the panel a softer pattern of screentone has been used to create the look of dirt or sand, again with a gritty texture to emphasise on the fact that the character, Guts, is inferior at this moment.

In this super epic and intense illustration, you can again see the great use of screentones, most notably used for the background yet again. It really helps to create a strong feel to each illustration. The use of tone is especially important in manga or comics, since it so often is done in just black & white, so you have no use of colour; this is where screentones come in as a great tool to use for just this.

So, with all of this brainstorming and researching done, and by using the same technique as I did when doing the “test”, I began drawing. I used this picture which I recall taking somewhere on the border to Germany as the base image:

I chose this because it has that “street” vibe to it, which I thought could be cool with the whole theme of “gun man”. Very edgy, very edgy indeed.

This gif above shows loosely the process of the piece from start to finish. It was mostly just me playing around and figuring out all the tools of the program, but it was quite fun to put together.

With the background now complete, I put it into my rotoscope, went over each frame and painted the shape of myself in the animation white and was finally finished with the final rotoscope; being the third version or option that I did.

I am very happy with how it turned out in the end, and I have definitely learnt masses with this exercise of rotoscoping something that that I have filmed myself. I think if I were to further improve on this, I’d definitely consider animating the background itself (birds flying or leaves rustling), or maybe even try shading the subject somehow, taking inspiration from manga’s such as Berserk or any of Junji Ito’s work.

I decided to try out asking a few of my peers in the class what their opinion was on the final rotoscope. The feedback that I received was purely positive; the people I asked said they couldn't think of any particular way of improving the finished product. They said it both looked great as well as it answered what the task was questioning and challenging us to do.

To me, this really shows and proves that the work I have done here is successful work that I can be proud of and take what I have learnt through doing this task with me for the future, without doubting if what I have learnt is of quality.

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As a little extra note, here are the same frames (frame 23) in the three different versions:

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tagged by @mistersunshinesprinkles alright lets go

10 Random Facts About Me:

1. even though all my life everybody said i was “extremely intelligent and mature” i dropped out of high school a few years back, not even the final year, after having redone the first year. suddenly people saw me as the dumb class clown and i still have issues about that

hitting with the heavy stuff head first yo

2. you probably didn’t know that but i like video games a lot

3. you probably didn’t know that but i like buff women a lot

also i’m bi

4. once in elementary school i was going to school then i stopped walking all of a sudden, i don’t know why, and then a huge-ass brick came crashing down right in front of me. if i had kept walking it would’ve crushed my brain for sure because 1) i was 8 or 9 2) i tried to lift that brick but i couldn’t, too heavy

5. once in middle school me and my two friends were playing in an industrial site and I ran an iron bar through my left hand (not completely but hey) by accident, I was so afraid I’d get grounded or something that I kept the wound secret to everybody but my friends. the wound turned purple and orange in a matter of days and then it just quietly healed. that was extremely stupid of me because that shit could’ve easily gotten infected

6. in my stupid kid years i had three crushes a day, one time when i was harassing the shit out of one girl she stood up in front of the whole class and said that, well, i was a stupid kid that couldn’t stop harassing her. the embarrassment and shame i felt from that prevented me from actually looking to start a relationship with anybody else and made me believe that nobody would fall in love with me (i still have trouble with this tbh), even though she was 100% in the right and i frankly needed this

7. also every single one of my friends up until 2012 or so figuratively fucked me behind my back, as a result i have tremendous trust issues, can only have a couple friends at a time, and i have troubles speaking of what i like, what i do with my life or my feelings. also it’s absolutely not my desire to do so but i believe that every human being is evil at their core, although i know that’s stupid because hey @palmer-eldritch-on-holiday exists

8. once about a decade ago i spent 130€ or so on mobile games in a week. my mom caught me and gave me a rough time, told me never to do it again. being the little shit that i was, a year later i did it again

9. with a few exceptions, i still feel that any of the social links in Persona 3 & 4 were more “real” than any actual relationships Ive had up until the point I finished them

10. don’t worry buddy, i also happen to know the best hentai artists out there

5 OTPs

i really don’t think about that stuff much, sorry lmao

11 questions that will wow your partner in bed, by Lethey

1. Which piece of fiction do you wish you’d have written and why? - absolutely no idea. i don’t read much :(

2. Coffee Or Tea? - tea, i abhor the taste of coffee with a fiery passion

3.What’s your favourite game of all time and why?- okay when someone asks me that question my mind always goes SONIC R SONIC R SONIC R because who the hell doesn’t love that soundtrack. however if im being a little more honest to myself it’s either gotta be metal gear solid 3 or splinter cell chaos theory, i just love stealth games so much

i don’t really think i have only one favourite GOAT though. i love mgs 3 and splinter cell 3 as much as i love lands of lore 2 for example, or any modern tekken games, guilty gear XX, persona 3, etc.

4. If you could have any kind of hairdo, what would it be? - haha i’m fine with my current one

5. Your de-stress method of choice? - taking a shit. seriously. aside from that, playing games obviously

6. Favourite guilty pleasure - i don’t really have guilty pleasures, i don’t play bad games or watch bad shows or films ? however i guess sonic r could be considered a guilty pleasure so idk, i can feel the sunshine from time to time

7. Biggest anime crush? - that’s gotta be either urumi kanzaki from gto or the major from ghost in the shell

8. Dish you could prepare flawlessly if you could – chirashi

9. Chinese or western horoscope? - uuuuh i think i’m a dog and pisces

10. Is there a song that inspired you in life? If so which one? - don’t really have any songs that inspired me per se, however the sonic r soundtrack cheers me the fuck up

11. Is there a historic figure you’d like to have coffee with? Who? - nope

11 questions that will BLOW perception of the ending to the Last of Us, from me:

1. Keyboard and mouse or controller, which do you generally prefer for games?

controller. i grew to hate first person shooters so I really have no need to play with a M&KB in most of my games, if a game has controller support i’ll just hook my pad up

2. What is the most you have eaten in one go?

two huge pizzas and a half in front of my family. they didn’t think i could do it. they didn’t think i would continue to eat after the first pizza. they didn’t think they’d see my mouth completely red one day, the blood of my enemies dripping down from the corners of my mouth

3. If you could take regular tranquil strolls or jogs through a fictional place of choice, where would it be and why?

no idea so i’m gonna answer with the battlestar galactica

4. Who are the characters you would die to see happy and content?

girls

5. What is the sequel/follow-up that kills you every time you remind yourself it will never happen?

silent hill 5

a new metroid game

a new castlevania game

the real mgs 5

REmake 2

the real ninja gaiden 3

a sequel to persona 2

a new splinter cell game, shut the fuck up blacklist was easily top 3

6. Do you minmax for the optimal gains when the choice presents itself, or do you absorb the world, efficiency can go eat a dick?

i used to blob like you but then I took a demon’s souls in the knee jesus that was cringy to type

7. Words you frequently misspell out of habit?

misspell.

seriously. also most words that have two consonants in a row like successfully

8. Theme song of your life?

what i’d like it to be

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qaDTOkPQ6A

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAeBXh25NiQ

vs what it is

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kcF7E69C6Q

9. The historical figure you would chain to a table, and spank with a paddle?

Rouss-

i’m not aware of any historically buff girls so none

10. What’s a piece of media you were eh on, but improved in retrospect? If that’s unavailable, the thing you liked but seemed to get worse the more you thought about it?

metal gear solid 4

at first i thought it was a decent game but with a bit too many cutscenes, and then i wised up and saw that the real game was in first half of act 1 and first half of act 2, then you can practically never play metal gear solid again. second half of second half of act 2 has you desperately trying to sneak through a warzone overrun with constant respawning enemies and then puts you through a fucking turret section IN THE SECOND ACT, act 3 is just peekaboo and cutscenes, act 4 is mgs 1 nostalgia with nothing to do and cutscenes, act 5 is impossible to sneak through, weird fight scene, button mashing and cutscenes.

“but dust, mgs 3 also had many long cutscenes !” 1) they were easily understandable, 2) they were fun to watch

good lord they devised the best gameplay in the entire series and they did NOTHING with it i’m still pissed ten years later

11. Black jeans or blue jeans?

bleached blue jeans are cool but black jeans are my jam

not tagging anybody because i’m an ass and everybody i wanted to tag as done it already

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Doodles from school part 2

The dawg, mowse, and qat cheated at monopoly.