MY BEHIND THE SCENES!! DESIGNS SHEETS!! in @hotguycomiczine :D *throwing these over like bricks*
If you haven't read the zine yet, you can download it here! and/or read my comics that used these designs here <3
More messy and silly early designs and process under the cut ↓↓ (I will maybe ramble more abt the thought process and such later in one ask o7 I just. keep procrastinating on answering it ASKDAKJW ANON IF U SEE THIS I DID NOT FORGET U I PROMISE)
So first off, my endless cg design suffering (this guy gave me sm pain i SWEAR TO GOD
Gem and Pearl concepts :D Pearl's design got revamped a bit after I started coloring my comics tho o7
Early bug concepts from me!! (super honored to do the final design for the bug I love this evil little guy)
And just some miscellaneous/scrapped and silly stuff during the comic making LOL
Last but not least hi ppl who kept up with ddd. how do u :3 feel about this :3 ringing any bells :3 /SILLY HASDAHJKLHEAKWEH👍💥
Let me draw a quick sketch for desert duo week <-Proceeds to go in a completely different direction but uhhh they're holding hands?? They're dancing too but I didn't convey that well
So you're telling me that Scar naturally got the permit for sand, giving him the coveted monopoly, and didn't even want it anymore, whereas Grian has wound up with the permit for red sand and does actually want to use it. Red sand. Red. Meanwhile the end of third life involved Grian killing Scar and staining the sand with his blood following a conflict fuelled by a hopeless monopoly. And it's still following them years after the actual murder. And I'm supposed to be normal about this how exactly
Thinking about how, when Scar turns red in Third Life, his first actions are collecting flowers to beg to stay with Grian.
That, when faced with being a red life—the first and only red life—his first actions aren’t bloodthirst and anger but desperation to keep the relationship he’s made.
That, in a game where alliances are kept through deeds, debts, and doubt—he offered flowers. He didn’t sell the idea of staying teammates, he didn’t even try. He offered the flowers and begged to stay by Grians side, but was fully prepared to walk away without another word. Was prepared to forget his scamming nature, to lay down flowers and nothing more.
Also, in the image of the flowers being a bouquet, imagine him being gone for hours after his death.
Grian is waiting and Scar is holed up in the forest somewhere meticulously crafting this arrangement despite having no idea what he’s doing. He could only find two flowers, and the mess he puts together isn’t anything anyone would ever sell, but he made it from scratch. He put in the effort, spent hours on it until he deemed it perfect and only then did he bring it to Grian.
It’s ugly, and there is no twine holding it together nor a sheet, but the flowers aren’t wilted. All of them are the most vibrant, healthy flowers he could find and not one is missing a petal due to his hands.
His hands—used to scam, maim, and betray—made gentle for the effort of making something worthy of someone like Grian.