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Here’s Piggy. Ill probably do a couple more.
Guess what book I have to do a school project on. Ill post a couple more when I finish them.
Here is the second bit. I had to finish this hole thing in a weak so I cut a lot of corners to get it done in time. Its pretty easy to see a fair few mistakes like missing periods and repetitive images and poses. If you can look past the total lack of color, shading, texture, blur effects and interesting angles. Allot of the art I’m not exactly proud of, but Im glad to have gotten this much done. so yeah. I guess it turned out alright. Again, I don’t own the lyrics just the art
OK so here is the first bit of the school project. I made a comic for the song Soothsayer by Zack Hemsey. The comic is supposed to be read while listening to the song so you can fallow along. I do not own the Lyrics/Script I used only the art. while the story has no connection to the violet plague, I used similar design for clothing and stuff.
Région parisienne, France, 2018.
Source: Mystic Cheesecake Balloon’s students.
Progressing on those colorstuffs haha :3
Doing some new ones haha the others are coming soon ;p
These are the chara designs of a school project.
I’m going to post the avancement of it on here with some work that i’ll make with my band. ;p
Oop forgot about Tumblr!
Yep it was a school project titled “SWORDLADY.jpeg”
Greatest title I’ve ever made 100%
For My Father
For you, my Father, if you came back, I would leave something cooking on the stove. I’d let the smell fill the house so it’d be like you were here, making dinner while I watched cartoons. I would take the sweaty, stinky, athletic clothes you used to wear running and leave them in annoying places so Mom would lecture you the way she always did. It would be like you never left. We would still be a family.
When you come home, I would buy the things you liked to eat. I’d put things on our table for you, like the odd-smelling ‘’healthy’’ foods, the gluten free bread that always tasted like sand, and the fig newtons that always made me think of you. I would hear the sound of you opening the door again. Coming home from work, you always greeted us with a smile, even though sometimes, even as a child, I could tell it wasn't real.
I’d leave your blue and green, size thirteen running shoes by the door for you. You could put them on and go for a run around the neighborhood like you used to. Then you’d come back home and spend the evening with us. We would sit and talk, just to be father and son again. I’d set aside everything you ever did if it meant I could get closure one last time. You’d tell me and mom that you always loved us, and all the bad things never mattered. I’d look at your crow’s feet, and see my own eyes staring back at me. I’d see myself in you, an older version of me, but still one in the same. Those same brown eyes.
When you died, I was young enough that I still called you Daddy. Now the memories are distant like you were and I call you ‘my Father’, but if you came back, I’d call you Dad, for old times sake. I’d let you hug me, and we could pretend we were a perfect, happy family. God knows we were far from it, but nobody ever died trying (except maybe you.)
I’ll tell you who I am now, what my life is like. I hope you’ll say you were proud of me. If you don’t, that’s okay. I’ve managed this long without you. I think I can manage the rest of my life. I’m resilient. I get that from you. So, when the day is done, you’ll go back into the ground you came from, and I’ll be okay. After all, I’m still your son, no matter how much I wish I wasn’t some of these days. Just know that you can rest now. It will all be okay. Goodnight, Dad.
I made my first earthenware dish, actually my first time making a dish.. It is supposed to look like cracks (filled with colour )
I decided to draw for an AP English Project and this was the result! I was really proud and wanted to share it here (:
Book: ‘The Red Badge of Courage’ by Stephen Crane
Character: Henry Fleming
Time: 6h 25min
making my old Oc as a bookmark 🔖
Dough from II with his family?
Hey I had a project in my writing class to write a scene and I like it so I thought I would post it here I hope you like it
(The meeting of friends)
Jack sprinted around the lab throwing papers around as alarms went off. “Where is it where God dang it? why was he so unorganized!” he yelled slaming his fist against the table hitting a button he didn't even know was there causing something behind him to open. “What the” Jack says as he turns around being faced with another person, no not a person, a robot with a tall slim frame and neon blue eyes. Before he could do anything The machine seemed to scan him. “Jack Miller firstborn to Robert Miller. age 26 status single graduated top of his class In high school but dropped out of college now working a dead-end job at the Roxy Hill mall” They say in a nice calm voice. “How the hell did you know that!? What are you!?” he screamed against the wall the farthest he could be. “I am P.A.B Personal Assistant Bot. Now where is Mr.Miller?” Pab questioned looking at Jack as he started to calm down “he’s not with us anymore” Jack says starting to look again. “When will he be back?” Pab ask looking over Jack shoulder “Well, That’s the thing. He won't be back” he says, picking up a screwdriver and throwing it near a safe in the corner of the room. “I do not understand,” Pab pushed. They stared at all the paper tossed around the room. “He is dead.” Jack snaps hiting the table again causing Pab to stop moving. “Scanning definitions for “dead.’” Oh, I’m sorry.” “Hey um, do you know where a hard drive is? I really need to find it now.” He says as a loud screeching sound comes from the hallway a little too close for comfort. “Welll, mr miller always kept his harddrives in the safe.” Pab says pointing at the safe. “GReat - What is the code?” he says sliding to the safe. “Sorry. Mr Miller has stated that no one is allowed to access the safe.” Pab quotes With theirs hands behind theris back “Ugh COME ON!” Jack says behind them they hear the door get ripped of it’s hinges “son of a--!"
Trash that I call art! And trash myself, of course! This is a school project, so it sucks.
A class project from my drawing 2 class.
Gotta love using school assignments as an excuse to draw object show fanart
This one was for art class
And this one's for extra credit in English literature
Mother Nature
(TW Graphic Descriptions and Death)
There was once a town. It was large and wondrous, filled with lights, bustling cars, clean streets, and smiling people. There was a nearby forest that the people used as their main resource. Tree wood was taken from the forest to make buildings and businesses, trash was thrown out of sight, and sometimes animals were hunted for fun. Everything was peaceful and happy. Everyone felt safe, secure, and at ease. The children of the town, however, said they heard screaming every time they slept. They said there were screams of pain and they called for help, but the adults dismissed it. They had decided that all the children were just dreaming or playing a silly game, and they believed they all were just dreaming. They never heard poor nature's children screaming. They never saw the anger of the one who heard every cry.
It all began with one simple afternoon. There was a group of woodworkers who ventured into the surrounding forest to collect wood from the trees. Those who returned said something felt off that day. They said the group walked in complete silence, watching every corner. They felt something watching them walk, that something was following them, they thought something was hunting them down. There were no words exchanged, no sounds from the animals, and the river itself seemed very silent that day. All they heard was the crunching of leaves under their feet and hair on their necks sticking up. While they tried to work, the trees they used to cut down were now like stones to them. They wouldn’t even dent or chip as they swung their axes and fired up their chainsaws. Woodworkers were confused. They came every week to chop and collect wood from all the trees the forest had, sometimes even killing the animals hiding among the trees. Now they couldn't chop anything down. It felt humiliating and shameful, so they kept trying. As the day progressed and the sun set, a loud scream from one of the woodworkers was heard. When the group ran to check on him, they found a horrifying and blood-filled scene. One of their fellow woodworkers had his body violently ripped in half, his now dead face filled with horror and shock. His top half was hanging from the vines and thorns in the trees, beaten and bloody. The bottom half of his body stood up from the group and his feet were planted down. This was just as beaten and broken as the upper body had been. Almost like a tree, its trunk chopped off and left on the ground with only its stump remaining. The woodworker ran out of the woods in terror, and the townsfolk were shocked to hear this news.
A few days after the body had finally been taken away and buried, a young woman and some other townsfolk came to the forest's huge river to dump their trash. It was the way the town kept the area clean, after all. Throw it in the river and it's lost forever and ever. She waited for a friend. It was odd considering her friend always arrived earlier than everyone else, as she threw away her trash bags and chatted with her neighbors. The trash piles smelled odd today. The smell of rotting meat and metal filled the air. She waited patiently and watched the stream. She noticed that there were more fish than usual and they all appeared to be eating something floating around. She then saw a strange red liquid that stained the brownish water and screamed. Mangled and drowned, her friend's body swam in the forest river. Her stomach was ripped wide open, and the fish ate any organs and bits of skin and flesh that came out. In addition, they ate flowers falling from the vines around her dead body.
More and more of these incidents happened and the townspeople were terrified. People were found nailed and slashed into the trees, buried alive in the soil, roasted alive in the forest, drowned in the river, mutilated by animals, and so many more. The town had decided it would be much safer never to enter the forest again and found other ways to live. However, it led to trash filling up sewers or becoming ash after burning. The river waters were dirty and some fire from nearby trees was being burned. People lure animals out of the woods and hunt them down dead. The thought that avoiding the forest would keep them safe soon changed when something happened in their town. There was a proud hunter on the edge of town near the forest. He would hunt down the biggest animals in the world and plant their heads down on the walls. One day, his wife and children noticed he had not come downstairs and his wife rushed up to check on him. She found his body lying mangled and torn on the floor, and his head planted on the wall. The walls were tangled with vines and birds flew down to eat the exposed flesh.
Following the incidents, vines and thorns began to grow in more and more places over the next few days. Buildings, houses, roads, lamps, walls, and everything. After a while, thick vines and thorns suddenly appeared and wrapped around the town one day, making it impossible for people to leave the town. The people panicked and cut through the vines only to be strangled or, even more shockingly, slowly turned into wood. It became darker as more vines and thorns covered the town's sky. It was then that something suddenly arose and blossomed from the walls above the town, seemingly from nowhere.
It formed out of tarmac and plants. It towered over humans and stood with such power that people quivered. Its body was made of wood. Hair made of vines and moss with thorn-filled branches forming sharp horns and claws. It wore a dress that grew out of its wooden body with moss covering it entirely. It had black flowers growing around its head. Its face seemed almost like an empty wooden mask, with its only true detail being its eyes. The eyes themselves were empty and soulless, yet filled with rage and vengeance. It began to speak in a voice that sounded like an angry mother. As its voice boomed over the town, people fell to the ground on their knees. "You have harmed my children, caused them pain and agony. You caused my world to crumble and burn for your pathetic abomination for years without an inch of regret. I have granted you mercy time and time again, given you warnings and centuries to change your ways. And yet you refuse. Your ancestors and you will now suffer full punishment for the reckless fate you and your families have bestowed upon my family tenfold. Unless your future generations change their ways, they too will suffer the consequences of their actions".
The town and its people vanished the next day. No one saw the fall or heard the screams. The neighboring townspeople only found a large and beautiful field of flowers and trees where the town used to be. Children from the former town played inside it. The neighboring town took them in and cared for them. They had no memory of what had happened or come before. They said they woke up in an empty field with no town in sight, and that was all they remembered. However, every night when the children went to sleep, they recited a warning to anyone who heard:
Hear my words, for it’ll do you good. She loves her children like a good mother should
You may come near but you must keep them neat, the children will love you and give you a treat
But take and throw away too much, the plants and creatures will scream and such
So Love all on this Earth or else one day, Mother will come and take you away
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