I Really Like Buying Stuff In Artist Alleys Or Ordering From Artists Online, And I’m SUPER Excited

Back to sketches of @azaraih's characters! Instead of space rom, this time from a hella old fantasy horror story that's evolved a lot over time. Revenge gods drama, weird ghosts, estranged siblings, pilgrimages. Fun stuff. Not yet a comic you can read but I'm excited for whenever it becomes one.

Made this guy from stuff around my cubicle as a side project to give me something to do with my hands when taking a break from staring at screens all day at work. 

Rad palette studies azaraih did to be used for selkie game backgrounds later. I'm really interested weather aspect of the game but we...haven't really hammered out how it works exactly and what all it affects haha :] Hopefully it'll be a cool element though! 

I really like this little island. Kind of a small and quiet place. I'm glad azaraih did these on a whim cause I feel like it'd be really great to do some neat things with evocative/atmospheric color because I feel like the game has some interesting moods. Huh, which reminds me that we've got a jamendo playlist for it actually, not sure if you guys would want a link to it though? I like to listen to it when working on stuff for selk gam. 

Did some selk gam sketches recently but I think I gotta decide if they're too spoilery to post haha. 

Hey I actually worked on some backgrounds for selkie game! These are really messy (they look better when the images are smaller) but I really wanted to make some images to show what the atmosphere of the setting would be like. I’m not totally sure yet what role the weather is going to play in the game, but I feel like it should have some impact on the gameplay at least. Maybe it changes what areas you can get to? I guess there’s already some plot points involving the rain, but it’d be cool if it changed the environment somehow… I’ll have to think about it some more.

Fixin’ up some refreshments for a tea party

I’ve been drawing a bunch of fruits and herbs while @azaraih programs them with magic so you can drag & drop ingredients to the carafe and assemble these infused waters in our game. More kitchen fun to come!

Mostly been drawing skeleton friends for anatomy studies lately but keeping sane with colorful messy sketches of my characters. Noodling around with this fella's floppy hair.

Haven't been drawing much digitally lately but I've been trying to do more figure drawing and I've been brushing up on web coding again (having found I forgot a lot of what I used to know and can't decipher coding from sites I've previously made for the life of me??) and I've got a big ol list of various stuff I want to improve in/how to accomplish that so that's pretty neat? Simultaneously lookin for employment still, been a while since I graduated and being an unemployed graduate so long takes its toll on you. B

I think I'm gonna make a sideblog to use as a repository for daily positive things that happened to me/minor accomplishments? When you're in a tough place I've found managing to do at least some small stuff every day helps and letting yourself acknowledge you did a good job by doin that stuff helps too so it seems like it'd be nice to be able to kind of keep track of that and look over them sometimes. We'll see how it goes!

Btw I'm gonna go ahead and tag little random personal rambles and stuff with "hush somo" in case you want to tumblr savior these. Have a nice day, internet!

Aisle 6 Remix

Fic summary:

I feel like….someone’s watching me. Eve looks up from the two flimsy boxes in her hands (microwave stroganoff and frozen gluten-free shepherd’s pie) to see that someone was indeed looking intensely her way. A woman stands a few feet away, cart halted, staring right at her. Young, sickly pale, hair in disarray, clung sweaty to her forehead.

Eve figures she should probably address this situation.

|| One overthinking gay’s remix of the best queer spy vs spy romance on film, if bits of Season 1 were smushed with bits of Season 2 and it all started with a meetcute in a grocery aisle.

Chapter 02: Carefully practiced vulnerability

|| Tips for making a new friend: try having a light conversation to get to know each other over a shared snack.

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Hello from me, the writer:

Hellooo who else is gay and horny for weird?? [Spoiler warning: come back here after you’ve read the chap, I’m gonna talk about it]

Eve Polastri understands you, because she’s thirsty for a stranger’s stab hole. And Villanelle also understands you because is thirsty for Eve being thirsty for stabs. Their brain cell truly is away on holiday.

I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot since these Eve, V, and all the rest of us get to chill for one second and a indulge in some conversation. Also I like switching around the POV between two unreliable narrators. I’m always interested in what characterization you can pick up on through someone’s narrative perspective. 

Lasagna-for-one man from the grocery aisle is Julian, yeah. Oksana and Eve’s ships in the night moment in Nice and Neat was a perfect beautiful gut-punch. I wouldn’t trade away that so-tired lingering stare at Eve striding savior-like, fucking near godly, fucking dream-esque slow-motion towards the hell house Oksana just escaped, just ONE moment too late for them to be together again. In that moment at least she knows clever, determined, mutually obsessed Eve came for her after all.

But yea I’m not beholden to writing what’s good for the show so fuck it! This one episode and this one moment are what I latched onto and what made me decide to explore “hey, what if it wasn’t Julian who Villanelle saw in that store, what if it was Eve? What if it was Eve, who she saw for the first time in that aisle?” I’m not even close to above daydreaming about Eve and V getting to hang out domestically in Eve’s house, not even a little. I’m so gay for domesticity and slice-of-life and my being yearns for it.

Had kind of a dickens of a time trying to problem solve the issue of V’s false backstory here. She told Eve she couldn’t involve authorities, she showed up with an obvious wound, she doesn’t have friends or anyone around to turn to. Maybe the lies she gives here still wouldn’t convince someone with a better sense of self-preservation, but we’ll see how Eve feels about it. Hopefully you all find her made up story acceptable for the fic at least.

Previous chapters:

Ch 01 | Knife me, rob me, creep up in my sleep

My entry for the Homestuck Design Contest over on welovefine! If you like the design, please go rate it here! Ratings/reblogs/spreading the word is all appreciated :] There are a ton of entries so check all of them out!

I had fun doing this. Thanks for having a look!

Hey friends! Managed to do a fair amount of sketching today but nothing really to post at the moment. Reblogging this since we'll be wrapping up the rating period on 4/15. Here is my jumbly chaosblob of an entry for the design contest. If you dig the design, haven't yet rated it, and would be down to leave a rating, I'd much appreciate it if you left a rating on welovefine! Reblogs much appreciated as well.

Oh, and I guess if anybody wanted to see a larger version of this, I've got it up on da as well. 

To any homestucks, happy 4/13! :] Hope you're keeping busy during the gigapause. I'm pretty stoked about paradoxspace. 

My entry for the Homestuck Design Contest over on welovefine! If you like the design, please go rate it here! Ratings/reblogs/spreading the word is all appreciated :] There are a ton of entries so check all of them out!

I had fun doing this. Thanks for having a look!

Lil commission I did for a board games bachelorette brunch, which is the dopest sort of shindig, I feel like 🥑🍹🍳☕ Food is my fav, I should really try drawing food more