Comments: trying hardcore to get out of my comfort zone because that's the point of this challenge right?? I really hope in the coming year my backgrounds get better burning_eyes
Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 5:44 am
Day #7 Theme: drip
"You're so cold, like ice cream"
"But ice cream... is sweet."
Comments: had such an issue with the prompts today, nothing seemed to fit and nothing came out right. half way designed a BNHA character, halfway did a doodle... apparently if I feel nothing coming through I'll just fall back on old tried and true classic starrii—draw a chibi of Nakamouri Aoko, of course!
My eyes are so tired I literally squinted through 60% of this art, so it might be totally s**t when I see it later. Will be a fun surprise.
Comments: jinx has SO MANY DETAILS HOLY s**t. cutting it REAL close here stari crying
Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2019 8:41 pm
Day #9 Theme: kyoto
Comments: today was a really bad day. the art subject kind of made it worse, but by the time i realized I was already halfway done.
Anyways, Kyoto will always remind me of one of my favourite Conan movies—Crossroad in the Ancient Capital. This is Kazuha's "Kyoto outfit", which apparently made her look so different that her childhood friend didn't even recognize ( rolleyes) her.
Whatever, I love her. All Conan girls are my waifus emo
Comments: just not having a lot of fun for the past couple of days. in the moment a lot of the subjects i've chosen are nice but clean cg art is really... toiling to do. over time it just feels like the fun i have is sucked out because of the monotony of sketching posing lineart cleanup base colour shading highlight cleanup photoshop rinse and repeat ad nauseam.
I think I've been pushing myself to do too many multi-hour pieces. After I made my art thread it almost seemed like I had to put up really nice work... even though that's not the point of documenting my art at all.
so today I did a few simple sketches to hopefully loosen up and then for the theme piece I forwent my original idea (more BKDK art based on "view" ) which would've taken a lot of sketching out the scene and whatnot, and just drew a monster girl based on "nudibranch" instead. I'm not happy with it because of how experimental and messy and without direction everything is, but hopefully it's let me relax a bit.
ahhhh and before I knew it I've posted a mini rant. sorry v__v;;
Logically, Izuku knew he shouldn’t have been playing the new Heroes fighting game well past midnight on the first day back from summer break, but he had finally unlocked All Might and school just didn’t seem… All that important, in that moment. He was paying for it now, dashing through the neighbourhood of blandly wealthy detached homes that surrounded UA when he heard the unmistakable sound of incoherent preteen boy screaming. Curiosity peaked and never one to dismiss a potential opportunity to miss boring coursework, Izuku veered sharply off into the parking lot.
“Shoo!” He said when he saw what they were doing. The boys threw down their sticks and ran off, throwing unmentionable signs back towards Izuku.
“Honestly, kids these days,” Izuku shook his head in what he knew to be a sagely manner. “Just shameful.”
The abused cat looked up at hime with a pathetic, high pitched meow.
After peeling that awful bandaid off of the surprisingly clean street cat, her soft brown eyes blinking blearily up at him, he thought that would be the last of it. Which was why it was such a shock when she was waiting for him after school, daintily licking a paw as she sat on his open windowsill.
“But how?” He gaped at the nonchalant figure, dropping his schoolbag unceremoniously onto the ground with a thunk. “I live on the fourteenth floor!”
And that especially didn’t explain why the cat could speak. And conjure up magical brooches made of solid gold studded with priceless gems with a single back flip. And it definitely didn’t explain why she was was trying to convince him that he was supposed to be a cross-dressing female warrior fighting in the name of the moon in a blue miniskirt, which was a part of a frankly insulting mockery of the cross between a bathing suit and a schoolgirl uniform, except somehow infinitely more perverted. He felt like a gravure model, posing in front of his mirror, except like, a magical gravure model.
“It’ll be great,” Ochako promised, but what did she know, she was creature made against nature. A cat that named itself, what the hell. “You’re meant for this, I can feel it.”
Izuku frowned dubiously into his reflection, tugging at the edge of a strangely stiff miniskirt.