I meant to post these a few days ago, but better late then never as they always say. It started out as me just wanting to practice drawing the yugioh characters, and I somehow ended up drawing my own ocs again mixed in for some reason. So, I’m going to post the ygo pictures first and then the one with everyone just all thrown in the picture. Also, ignore that messed up looking Atem picture, I was going for horror and messed up the face. It happens.
I remember back in the day that I used to go on Wattpad and read what people were writing because it was so interesting and different, all the ways that people would take different tropes or scenarios and get so many different stories and thoughts from them and put it in story form or just into what people thought it could look like. I used to love going on and reading all the werewolf stories too, though it got kind of washed away with the arrival of Twilight, which was a bummer. I always loved the whole transformations that people came up with, some were simple: the person would just go from being a human to a werewolf, others more fantastic were their skin would morph into fur and their nails into sharp claws, and others seemed painful when they would break out of their skin, bleeding as their spines shifted and teeth were pushed out of their mouths to make way for a whole new jaw equipped with fangs and rows of cutting teeth. I don’t know, I just had this really odd dream that I’m trying to put into story format and it made me miss all of the werewolf lore that got washed out in favor of sparkly vampires I miss all the werewolf and vampire hype, back when they were ferocious and mystical beings that would the duality of man or go into dynamics of coming into one’s skin, and I don’t really see it anymore.
That’s my nickname for her, but really her name is Zaire. She’s got rainbow hair pre-game and lived with her girlfriends on Omega before the game, and dyed her hair white. I figured I might as well show this one since it’s got color on it and I’m still working to get the stuff I drew in my sketchbook yesterday on the site so it doesn’t seem like a hiatus while I work on all the other stuff that I already showcased. This probably won’t be finished simply because I have no real motivation or long love for Mass Effect Andromeda like I do the original series but seeing it kinda makes me want to at least finish the hair.
In that last post, I talked about Zari’s old designs and I figured, what the heck? So, I’m just posting all the stuff that I did in the past, or at least all that I was able to salvage from old notebooks and such.
Yeah, Zari has red eyes and in the one picture with no hair, I just didn’t have the space to draw their locs out. Zari is perpetually tired due to the gang work and is the Saints bomb specialist. They used to be an assassin before the Saints and before Luana, and that was originally the main reason why they didn’t talk in the first game. Their locs in the beginning are entirely black, then later on in the game they dyed the tips of their hair purple, not because they were with the Saints, but because it was their favorite color before they joined the gang. Then they tried to dye their hair at home and got the mess that is the one colored shot of them in a beanie. Eventually, they mastered purple hair dye, but it took a lot of time and mess ups to get it right and perfect. The scars on their face, the one on their lip, left eye and left eyebrow all came from before the Saints in particularly nasty fight in juvie, the other two came later, after the boat explosion in Saints Row 2.
So, as I was going back and drawing Zari, since I’m drawing them in all of the games, I realized that a) their sense of fashion and clothes changes a lot, especially since I’ve played Saints Row 1 a few times and Saints Row 2 like over a hundred times, b) that they’re original story and designs tied into each other and changed when Lu was introduced (not that that’s a bad, thing. I love Luana, it’s just odd to see how different Zari was before Luana and Zari were integrated into the same universe), and c) I really need to write all this shit down somewhere so that I can actually properly keep track of it all. Anway, this is Zari’s full linework version for their clothes in Saints Row 1, just without color. I plan to release all of the versions of Zari at once with color and the separate lineart, just not yet.
I still don’t know how to feel about that design change but, whatever. I’ll get around to coloring it once all the other versions are finished.
So, I was going to post this yesterday, but then I was able to make a bit more headway on some other art and figured I’d post some of it separately so that the tag for certain things wouldn’t get clogged up early on. But! There are two pictures I’m posting today, the wip I have of a character for a dating sim that I’m working on, Maria Prudence, and soon I’ll have official lineart to work with when I start coloring it. Then a picture of Seto Kaiba from ygo because I wanted to draw him and all of his blue eyes white dragons. I quickly realized that is easier said than done, because Kaiba is all noodles I swear. And don’t even get me started on his ridiculous outfits and coats, it’s seriously a pain to draw. Probably because I have no practice drawing him or his outfit, but until then its still a pain. Also, who the heck just wears belts on their arms like that? It makes no sense, so I went with one of his earlier outfits.
So, I don’t really gave me the sudden inspiration to write this a few days ago, but I remembered wanting to write something about jazz and this was born. I hope you enjoy!
A flashy dress that shines and shimmers under the stage lights, the woman seeming to glow as all the eyes in the dinner locked on her. A microphone in hand, hair in soft waves, her brown skin sparkling along with her white teeth, she opened her mouth wider and a melody poured out. The audience was entranced, dazzled, stunned by her talent, clapping in time to the piano notes, her feet seeming to glide around the stage as she danced. Three men and a solitary woman sat in the upper booth, a private gallery made to watch her from the highest view, wasted as they all spoke in hushed tones. No one looked up to see money passing hands, the thin smiles as a briefcase was slid over to the buyer’s chairs, the other patrons were too captivated by the woman on stage, her dress flaring out as she twirled, the pianist hitting the keys harder, sweat on her brow, her partner dipping as she hit a climax in the song. The crowd went wild pouring out of their seats, dancing along, moved to joining in, hands from the upper booth came together to shake on their deeds, the patrons unaware, the pianist standing as well, furiously hitting the keys. As she finishes and throws a single rose into the audience who clamored over it, she spread her arms out, the crowd moving with her, the now upper area vacated, the pianist playing her final notes. And then she and the pianist left, to be filled in by other performers who wouldn’t be able to move the crowd like their predecessors, the men in suits leaving with a different suitcase then what they had arrived with, the crowd finally quieting down as the lights dimmed. The woman and the pianist all climb into the car, a third woman joining in soon after, with the suitcase, the door closed behind them by a tired but grateful chauffeur. Who said crime never paid?
So, I managed to finish that picture that I started a few days ago and I really liked the colors that I had for the hair. I didn’t mean to make one of her hairstyles a sunset but I love it and I am really glad by all of the colors that I managed to put in for just hair.
There’s something in the house. That’s all that comes to Allyn’s mind, at twelve o’clock in the morning, the tv downstairs still on, emitting the white noise that usually lulled her to sleep. Tonight, it wasn’t enough. Her dog wasn’t in the room with her again and it was setting her nerves off, the door slightly cracked just in case the dog did wander in, the light near the door still on, illuminating the room. But somehow it just didn’t feel like enough. Allyn’s teeth clenched as she heard a creaking noise, as though someone had been moving around in the hall, too big to be her dog, too much silence in between the steps to be her little brother coming to his room, and the tv was still on. Allyn hadn’t heard the door to her parents room open, so it couldn’t have been them.
She felt a chill run down her spine, goosebumps raising over her arms and she adamantly tried to ignore the cold air in the room. Thinking the words in her own head felt like it could bring the presence closer, but then maybe she was just imagining it. She bit on her tongue, tasting blood, and rolled on her side, plugging her earphones into her ears. It couldn’t get to her if she ignored it, right? After all, even if it was…something that she couldn’t see or touch, if she ignored it, it would have to go away.
Still the creaking continued.
Allyn swallowed hard and sat up in bed, bringing her phone and the earphones with her, shoving open the door aggressively. There was nothing there, but she stayed on edge the entire time. Padding down the steps, her brother was still on the couch the tv still on, burning electricity. If her parents knew the tv was still on, they’d have a fit about who was paying the bills. Allyn’s dog looked up at her curiously, stretching out and enjoying the feel of her hands stroking his head. Allyn’s shook her brother’s shoulder until he woke up and groggily walked upstairs with her, irritated at anything and everything, biting out a goodnight. Allyn wondered why she even bothered to do him any favors when she could just let him get in trouble. She opened the door for her great dane to get into the room, leaving it open just wide enough that Dash would know to open it with his nose. She lay back in bed, Dash curling up on her legs, but she swore just as she was going to sleep, something entered the room. Her fingers tightened into claws ready to attack and defend herself, Dash staring something down in the corner of the room growling for a good five minutes before settling down and staring suspiciously at the same spot for another ten before calming down, deep breathing indicating he’d fallen to sleep.
Allyn tried to calm her uneasy breathing but it felt like right behind her, something was lurking, in wait and ready for her to falter so it could strike. After psyching herself up, she furiously turned over, waking Dash, her teeth bared at the other side of her bed. There was nothing there and Dash cocked his head in confusion. She smiled apologetically and him and rubbed the back of his ears as compensation for waking him. She eventually succumbed to exhaustion, hands on her sides, hands at her side, earphones in her ears.
She woke up in the morning blearily, on her side again, in a sweat, her nails cut into her palms. She couldn’t remember when she had dreamed, but the cold sweat on her body and the shaking kept her from thinking on it. She really hoped they would move out of this house sooner rather than later.
You get to hear just the right song
That fits your mood
You dance and sing
Forgetting to keep your voice down
Dancing in a space too small for the activity
And it’s enough