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That’s the problem with letting the light in—after it’s been taken away from you, it feels even darker than it was before.
The grace year, Kim Liggett
Spaghetti
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I remember being of full, of it being
Sweet but not too much as it
Bursts nicely
In my mouth;
The long noodles of tomato
Sauce and
Meatballs,
Creamy cheese melted
And I’d eat, eat, eat,
Like I’m chugging something
Addictive
My lips was covered; red
And messy—
And I’d remembered being
Full that It’d ask “Spaghetti”
For my Birthday,
Ten years later after that
Memory
Describing Sweet Nothings
True to it
She was a form.
Subtle, gentle, and merely
A smooth, teasing
Motion.
.
She was beautiful,
For I see her
Eyes smilling in crescents
Or her nails were more deeper than
Her skin.
.
Juxtaposition to her tone
Her words clothed
In Red, pink, purple—a rainbow,
Colouring my thoughts
With its slow poison.
Muffled
On a wall so paper thin it’s visible, I see
Clobber sounds I imagine comes when people walk, their footsteps heavy or soft depending on the pits of rain,
Trees fluttering, the sounds of crackles coming in faint rumbles,
Like the grass beneath but perhaps the feeling or warmth and softness is more apparent than whatever things I hear from it.
.
The sound-out groans, it moans in whistles,
Reminding me that things I described are things
I cannot hear behind where I am.
.
Yet I can imagine the echos the wind makes
When people walk, the thud and clobber the sounds of their shoes would make
The pitter-patter of rain, distinct
Sound of the sharp stream a car going past, motors screeching I fell more in
Curses rather than calm.
.
On a wall so paper-thin it’s visible, I hear and
Think, pictures aboard,
The muffled sounds of what a wind would speak
A Sip
Licking wounds
from the already
faded but still
reddened cheeks.
It‘s the eyes,
the twitch
of the
brows to the
muscles of the
mouth—
.
I can see it talk.
I can hear it speak.
I can feel many thoughts.
but maybe it
wasn’t.
.
A past is backward.
Did you ever took
a step forward?
Change of Pace
Prompt: Individual desire to overcome obstacles
She had always enjoyed the sound of heartbeats. Badum, badum, beating for reasons that are sometimes exciting, sensible, and overall incomprehensible. She never touched a person to try though, not even towards the people that birthed her, maybe once before she knew how to stand up and talk as a ‘small little one,’ but those memories were far too gone in the past for her to go to even reminisce about it.
The splashes of the pitter-patter rain on her feet tickled her senses, instinctively curling herself up as if in an attempt to mooch as much warmth as she could.
“Are you alright?” A voice said. Blinking at the lack of weight of rain drops, curiously, she found herself looking up, wondering at what had happened.
Above her was a transparent dome-like object, held up with a pole connecting in the middle. How odd, she thought, her eyes looking to the person holding the dome-thing up next. A man, wearing a suit, kneeling in front of where she sat. “Do you want to come with me? The rain won’t be stopping anytime soon.” His words tumbled naturally and kindly she was nodding before she realized, thinking of thick blankets under her made her heart flutter, warming her belly, letting herself be picked up without question.
Once there, with the door closed she was put on a couch, the man going off to “get something, make yourself at home.” Shifting her position to be more comfortable, she waited, her eyes wandering from picture to picture hanging on the wall, hearing the sound of footsteps still far away.
One was a dog, the sun rays lighting him on the side as he caught a circle-like thing on the air. She can see the light in the dog’s eyes, the enjoyment so transparent it made her smile. Next was a hand--not like the man though, it looked thinner and paler--adorned in coloured shiny rocks. Not like the first one the picture was more stoic, maybe made to be pretty but nothing more underlying than that. But the last one took her attention, so much that she vaguely registered the blanket she had been looking forward to and the man calling her out.
“Oh, That one? I took that before, before a thing.” Realizing that he was talking about the picture, she turned and listened, seeing the man curling his lips as if hiding his amusement. The picture was the silhouette of a large ladder, holding two people up. One of them that was above looked curled up, as if fearing for his life. Another below the first one seemed eager to go up. She hummed, her heart whirling in wonder and she felt that she’s not the only one if the smile on the man was saying something.
“I was in a city, on a break from work, and one of the communities were working on making the largest pole to exist and to climb--almost like a leap of faith, though your mind and body is your faith to climb rather than just your feet to jump,” he continued, almost finished in rubbing her body dry and sitting himself beside her. “Some people were attempting and I volunteered to take a picture to advertise it for free. That picture didn’t make it since that wasn’t what they were looking for but I kept it and put it up. Though I’m not sure why I did it exactly.”
Instead of feeling her curiosity quenched, it peaked, silently but brimming with questions as she looked straight to his eyes. The stare continued for moments before he hesitantly looked away, pausing to the picture. “Leap of faith, huh…” he murmured under his breath, but she can hear it though she went closer, under his shoulders to his lap. That earned his attention, but instead of the soft expression he would show her his look was flat--his mouth slackened too low and his shoulders hunched too much especially for his tall height.
She waited, the beating in her heart wavered but she resisted. For some reason, she has to know. If ever does she have a reason besides a feeling, it was the face of the man that helped her that made her think that she, too, could repay the gratitude by this. Finally, maybe he saw her conviction or another reason altogether he spoked. “I’m the type of person that doesn’t enjoy changes much, because of that it was difficult to keep up at times. I tried to get used to it, what I got was a job from my first internship at a company. It lasted me until months later.”
“I.. noticed that the employers and the work were more harsh starting last year. I didn’t know why so I continued on my work, ignoring the elephant in the room and went on my way. It was good since some of my jobs required travelling to different places all over the country so I was spared for the most part. One of the younger employees tried to find out why though, and maybe he was so close that--that I didn’t see him the next day when he was called by the higher-ups. We knew him and what he was doing so the mood became worse.”
“I thought, ‘Wow, what a leap of faith guy.’ I’m not sure why, even now, but after I took a picture of that thing I felt invincible, doing the same thing that guy did afterwards and got myself fired. But this time I spread some gossip before I went out and slammed the door.” Suddenly, he chuckled, ruffling her hair. “It’s been a while since that happened so I forgot it in favour of bills and stress. Just a secret between us though, I still hope that the company will change or be bankrupt.”
The beating became more audible, drowned under another beat--stronger and firmer badum, badum--that she cuddled on his chest to hear it more. “Aren’t you cute, you little guy--or girl I’m not sure.” He paused, as if contemplating something. “How about I call you Pace? Ace? You like that better than Pace?”
He smiled, his face lighting up like the dog in the first picture that she can’t help but go along. “Then Ace,” he concluded.
The pelting rain out wasn't lighting up, her ears could confirm it even if the curtains covered the window. But unlike when she would curl up be herself to scavenge whatever comfort she could have despite the flimsy roof before, she curled to the man her mind drowsy that she didn’t quite catch his soft words before she slept.
“Who knew a change of pace could make me remember that I didn’t mind change more than I thought.”
So first of all, I want to clarify that the dnd table I play is basically dark medieval fantasy with Lovecraft, so religion plays an important role in the story xb
To be honest I was happy with how it was turning out until I finished it XD I think I was hoping to achieve something better but I guess it's okay.
Here is Nemara before she lost her humanity and her sanity, at no point does she actually wear a crown of thorns xb, it was actually another character in the dnd table, but the image reference I had a crown of flowers and it gave me the idea of changing it to one of thorns.
A new player recently joined us, and when she saw Nemara using her magic she called her a witch xD
Ref photo: https://www.1zoom.me/es/wallpaper/502066/z10691/1600x1200
I have been very tired with university, and with little motivation to draw, I don't know why, but I wanted to make a fanart of Death, I had a different idea of the pose in my head, but I really like the result.
For some reason drawing him seems very fun to me, although I didn't like the other 2 fanarts I made of him, I think this one turned out much better and more expressive.
Art trade WIP
Portrait of my character Ergan/Small, I like how it turned out, it looks better than I expected, although I still wish I could improve the hair XD I don't know why I decided to give him one of the most difficult types of hair to paint.
Commission for someone in DA
This was a weird combination of working in grayscale, using the curve tool to add one color to the body, another to the light and shadow, then merging all the layers to turn it back to black and white and continue working on my values , and have a color copy. The color editing, took me more time than the shading or anatomy, I don't think this is the best way to work.
This was originally going to be a realistic portrait of Amaranth but I really like how it looks like this, and I feel like if I keep adding detail to it I'm going to ruin it :b
This portrait was quite experimental, in itself it is more than anything a sketch and I painted and fix some parts as I start working on the shading, to make it look cleaner.
A sketch I did at around 12 am, I did it in a few hours, so sorry if it's out of proportion. I didn't really like the first drawing I did with this character, so I decided to try it again, and exaggerate the light and the proportions a bit. What do you think? I don't quite like the pose and color palette, so I think I'll just leave it as a sketch :0
Originally it was just going to be a simple painting practice with one of my characters, but I started playing with the lights and I really liked it .3. I just feel like adding that extra shading and light always makes portraits feel more alive. And I think it's obvious I really like that kind of light that only covers a part of the face, it helps me to highlight the face and I think it looks really good ^^" The proportions are a bit exaggerated, I think trying to make it super realistic makes it lose a bit of personality, especially with this character .3. I think I'm improving my realistic style a bit more .3. I have had so many commissions these last days and just had been a bit desmotivated, that I have hardly done as many painting practices as I would like ;<;
A fast portrait I did of Willy, I'm not to happy with my color choices at the end, but I like the contrast ad the light. I'm just trying to work faster when doing portraits.
A 3d model I made in Blender and then switched to PS to paint it over, I really hoped it would be easier but it took longer than I expected ;-; Sorry if the cat doesn't look too good, I made it super fast. What do you think about the light? I try to do a more exagerated light and contrast.
Another practice to do 3d models :3 This time a found a tutorial on how to edit the UV map when adding texture to a 3d object, wich is really useful, I proably will use it in future projects. I'm also glad my computare didn't die in the process XD, because instead of using Eevee I used Cycles, and that seems to be a lot of work for my computer :") I edited abit the light and shadow in PS, the one on the left is the PS edit, and the one on the right is the final unedited render. If you have any advise or feedback, is welcome ^^