me, incorrect: everyone is probably sick of me drawing this character by now...
my inner voice, wise: ah, but this cannot be... because I am part of "everyone"... and until I am sick of drawing them... it will not be everyone
me, opening a new blank canvas: ur so right
sPHInXIK
It's a reference to the russian animated show Fixiki. There's no context or backstory, the words just sound similar :P
Ramblings under the cut
Guys, I'm suffocating in homework and extra classes. My mental health can only take so much. The pressure is unbearable and it's very hard to run a blog in such conditions. My brain is just a buzzing mess right now. That's why I've decided to take a break
I will post WIPs and sketches, even some finished drawings (I hope), but don't expect much. I don't know how long it will take, the semester ends at the end of June, but I hope that some of my extra courses will be finished sooner. Conclusion: I have AuDHD and university is hell😞
I hope for your understanding, love y'all🌸💕
I had a vision
What do you think it used to be called, before industrialization, when Alef was just a boy with a dream of creating a brighter tomorrow? Before the pipes and turrets in the name of "safety" and "modernity."
At what point did the name shift? Was it generations after the war laid waste and left the area in ruin? Or were there hushed whispers in the far corners of the realms of how certain areas were becoming desolate wastelands, uninhabitable by any Creature of the Light, even as King Resh reigned?
As for the workers who built the turrets brick by brick, laid the pipes across the vast expanse of grassy knolls, and hand-painted the sun and diamond motifs on their historic buildings - do you think they questioned it at all? Were there quiet mutterings of doubt and disapproval of the King's orders, followed by the uneasy silence and warningful glances of friends, family, co-workers?
Were there activists? Of course there was the whole resistance, but we always frame it as the realms fighting one another - what about the people living within the realms of prosper and privilege? Were there none who noticed the ecological turmoil beginning to take hold around them? Surely there was infighting amongst the higher classes and elites as the effects of industrialization were becoming more and more apparent.
Who would have received word of these complaints? Would people be punished for speaking out? Or would the concerns be raised to the proper authorities? And who were those authorities? The Elders?
So many questions, so few answers. I desperately need Sky: The Two Embers to be out, like, now.
Ah shit, here we go again...
Player name: Vulture
Inventory:
- Louis, cactus (in a pot)
- cool beetle backpack
- a bunch of keys (to commit burglary)
- [red4ctEd] [RedAc7edD]
- multiple colourful sunglasses
- cane (with a bird skull)
You can't tell me Vulture isn't the kind of guy to absolutely love weirdly shaped goth backpacks. Also he definitely wears socks with some very unique patterns
P.S. I'm sorry for being inactive these past few weeks. Uni takes too much of my time and energy. Even this drawing was sketched back in the middle of August, I don't have time for anythiiiing ueeeewaaaaaa😞😭
SHNIIIIIFF😭🤧💙💙💙💙
I'm finally satisfied with how illustration of Blind turned out. It only took me four attempts haha
Closeups under the cut