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galaxysugarr · 2 months
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Queen Eclipse Staff! First time making my own 3D object from one of my works :D! Trying to learn more on 3D and had fun recreating the staff from my Queen Eclipse artwork with a couple of changes cause i thought it was cool lol! reference image below :>!
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blackskorpi0n · 3 months
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wanting to do 3D art properly, but in order to be good at it I'll have to learn how to mesh and retopologize models, learn programs like Substance Painter and Zbrush, and dedicate like 5000 hours worth of my free time which I don't have 😭
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shadow0-1 · 1 year
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With your heartbeat against mine, I'll know that we're both still alive
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larabar · 2 months
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the way you draw sonic feels like such an ideal version of the modern sonic model. like sometimes he feels kinda lanky and too skinny, but you give his quills the volume and his proportions feel really nice ^_^🦔💙 like if unleashed had a more cartoony sonic to match the humans it would probably be close to your sonic design
AA !!!!!!!! honored he is everything to me. this is what i try for tysm
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ophernelia · 7 months
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today i filmed almost all the scenes for the next ep of lykaia. i learned how to camera track objects in blender. i learned how to export and import objects from ts4, and how to make rain fx in blender. productive day.
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nohtora · 1 year
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very silly & goofy of me to think i could figure out accurate lighting values of a scene i made up with no direct ref bc i am in StruggleTown 🥴
but in all seriousness, i am pretty happy with where this painting is currently but christ did i back myself into a corner by not having a good environment/lighting photo reference to begin with
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millkiii · 2 years
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why tf was this in my happy meal 🤨
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bitchfitch · 2 years
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Savant syndrome is not a real diagnosis and is largely just used to deny neurodivergent folk supportive care based on the belief they're the ""right"" or ""more special"" kind of neurodiverse. but boy howdy does the spectrum of symptoms it's used to lable absolutely fucking ruin your ability to communicate about what you're passionate about without sounding like a bragadocious ass.
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lord-box-possum · 9 months
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So... um... guess who just lost their first project on blender 🤪
(I'm gonna die)
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h00f · 1 year
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titled: guys i swear, that’s not me!
hello!!!!!!!!! if ur reading this i love u!!!!
i’m getting into 3D modeling!! it’s really fun! i’m going to be spending my junior spring semester working on a 3D animated concept/pilot thing…….. and hopefully next year i’ll be doing some real game design! exciting
this is a new reaction image for me:
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i’ll probably upload the model of h00f shown here at some point soon; it’s preeeeeeeetty rough, intentionally low poly tho, more of a test bc i wanted to paint objects in procreate
hope you all are doing well :) 🧡
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yellow-yarrow · 9 months
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update on importing the steban model to blender: i could only import the mesh without the bones, so I did the rigging and the weight painting myself, it's almost done I only have to fix some minor things, and then figure out how to export it
meanwhile my friend found out you can open his rigged model (exported from assetstudio) in 3d max with no problem, however I don't plan on learning that program, so I'm going to do the rigging for ulixes too (faster than torrenting max and then fucking around trying to export it to blender)
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bethesdas · 11 months
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some graphic design resources cause im bored and itching to write something but i cant write anything i'm happy with--- anywayssss
unsplash for lots of royalty free pics
heres a cool site to learn how to pair fonts together
heres another site to learn kerning [spacing]
in fact heres a bunch of games to help u get better at graphic design stuff
some free online video editors x x x
color accessibility resources :]
savee.it - like pinterest but for designers!! unfortunately it has a save limit for free users but u should still be able to browse it for inspo i think?
some free fonts
aside from coolors i really love adobe color!! it has color palette generator [triads, monochrome, complementary, etc.], accessibility tools, palettes+gradients extractors, and color palettes inspired by trends within diff industries.
make moodboards online for freeee i miss u polyvore
spline and womp for web based 3d design! + blender of course [go make that donut!]
we all know and love them: photopea [photoshop but free and on a browser?!] and canva [no introduction needed im sure]
upscale the resolution / quality of pics it says anime but it works really well with most stuff like video game screenshots [gets rid of hard edges/pixels]
typography inspo
more color palette generators [already meets accessibility guidelines]
filmgrab - a curation of movie scenes 💕
here's another one but for color palettes from films
more inspo and tutorials
cargo - for web design stuffs
an archive of BRANDING GUIDES
free online zine hosting
milanote - very very useful for organizing creative projects :D kinda like a mix of notion and pinterest ? [its basically notion but more visual]
a collection of free luts
lots of pngs for editing
freepik - lots and lots of free design assets.
flaticon - lots of flat icons / vectors. i haven't used this in a while, but it was free last i checked
in case u need more help pairing fonts go here and here
idk ilu all have fun!!!!
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wistfulpoltergeist · 1 year
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Hii, I love ur cc, it's truly amazing!!
I'm also in love with the lightning in ur renders, how do u do it?? Im new in blender and o would like to learn new things :) 🖤
Aww, thank you! I'm pretty much new to blender-render too, so I don't know if I can tell something new about it :D But okay, I'll show what I do. I use Eevee render in Blender. Cos I'm poor and can't afford myself cool Cycles that demands powerful PC. Cos it's... easier.
First thing is environment light. Depending on your idea you can change it into more dark, more light or really any color (or even environment texture!)
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Let's change it to lighter color ;3
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Next, set transparent background.
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I like soft light in pictures with bloom like in 80-90s movies :D So I always add Bloom + Ambient Occlusion because in Eevee it's vital.
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In most cases I add Sun light first. And set up Shadow quality, cos... again, shadow quality in Eevee is vital:D
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Change softness, power, color for the sun light and also add Contact Shadows. (Cos it's vital?:D)
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Add back light. I LOOOOVE when the light is shining from behind the model. Makes me *___*, so yes. Back light must be rally hard and powerful to make the trick.
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I also love my model's faces, so I usually try to lit it up with extra light to make it clear and well seen ;3
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Then add more back light. MORE!
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Make some pose/light changes if needed, add some simple Ps edit and that's it! You have this:
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Hope it was helpful. Have fun!
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blood-grove · 2 months
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unnatural bleeding
merfolk au!
previous <- part 2 -> part 3
parings: gaz x reader
chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost
tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn, rude reader.
a/n: sorry if it seems like im rushing i want to have most of the parts be the slow burn rather then the build up again not proof read we ride or die
tags; @chickennn-soupp <3 !
You slept nearly the entire day till you stirred awake at the near by noise of the wood creaking on the dock.
You groaned quietly as you shifted getting ready to pull yourself back into the water the tide had started to come back in and your wounds weren't bleeding much but you couldn't stay here for long anyways.
"What the hell?"
Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice as you quickly turned towards it sort of flinching back slightly you weren't close to the dock at all but it still felt too close.
You've been around humans enough to know a a lot things.
You knew how to read and understand English well enough and speak it too it always amazed them for some reason even though you were always capable at mimicking or learning other languages they always saw you as just a slightly higher intelligent animal.
So you knew a phone when you saw one and you knew what it usually meant to so once they pulled it out without much hesitation you dived back under you were starting to dry out a bit.
"Wait wait!-"
You just ignored them as you swam a good distance away it was too risky for you to linger your injuries still fresh and you haven't the slightest clue to take care of them.
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When he decided to take a break down at the docks for a quick smoke he did not at all expect to see a fucking Orca mer of all fuckin things the words just slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"What the hell?"
They looked like they'd been threw a blender poor thing, They flinched when he guess they heard his voice staring at him now it was hard to see much of what they looked like but he fished out his phone quickly as he flicked threw his contacts dialing a number only to realized the mer was starting to move.
"Wait wait!-"
He cursed internally as you already slipped into the water just as the phone had picked up.
"Price!"
"Fuckin' hell Garrick pipe down-"
"Ah I know- I know- But It's urgent-"
"I swear Gaz if it's about that dog."
"It's not this time I promise! I got another case on our hands."
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You had found another set of rocks to rest on messing with a shell you had snagged from a coral bed a ways back but you had snagged some seaweed in a attempt to replicate the way humans would bandage you.
It was messy and barely actually helped but it covered the few wounds you could manage to wrap without pain flaring up.
The sudden urge of hunger came over you realizing you haven't eaten in a while your last meal was when you were fed this morning.
Surely hunting wouldn't be that hard?.
It was not that hard honestly,
If hunting was scaring off some poor saps from there kill was hunting you were lucky they mistook your grizzled appearance as experience and strength rather than weakness.
Because you were most definitely weak as you dug into the poor creatures flesh you couldn't identify what it was as you ate it but you didn't care there wasn't a bad taste and you hadn't keeled over from some toxin so you were alright.
You eventually finished off most of it before leaving the rest there you were full now swimming off to god knows where your wounds didn't stop hurting of course which slowed you down greatly.
You eventually found yourself another place to sleep for the night your wounds would hopefully start doing something other than stay open and risk infection or even tearing worse.
What you didn't expect to be waken up to was the sound of the familiar rumble of a boat that was way too close voices that sounded way to clear you were supposed to be too far out for any human to happen upon you.
You were not in the mood for squeal and the shutter and flash of cameras today as you slinked back under the water and swam off.
What you also failed to expect is for the boat to start following you, You initially thought they got bored and were going to turn there boat back around to shore but of course not they were following you.
You just kept swimming forcing yourself to go faster swimming a bit lower hoping they'd lose you but they didn't.
Familiar dread rose in you panic slightly rising as you kept swimming ignoring the burn and strain you were putting on you wounds.
You didn't want to go back brief flashes of memories obscuring your vision dug up from you subconscious The chase, The shots, And the blood there was so much you couldn't breath you were covered in it.
You blinked away the memories you couldn't lose yourself not now as you took a quick breath and that was your mistake as you felt a sudden sharp pain in your tail crying out as you thrashed turning yourself to try to rip out the dart that had been shot into you it was on the smaller side but sharp enough to pierce threw your thick skin of your tail fin.
Fatigue had already set in as you eventually ripped the thing out the boat had stopped muffle warped voices from above the water as the whirr of a machine came to life.
You couldn't fucking go back not like this they'd kill you or worse, Why would they want you bad you were ruined you weren't young and energetic and naive you didn't have the hope of escape you used too.
You didn't have much time to think of your demise much more as thee was another sharp pain in your back before you fell unconscious.
a/n: woooo new pov ee also how would you guys feel if i dropped the height chart of all characters ? (your much bigger than you think orcas r huge so u being half a orca would make you massive enough :3)
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valentine-writes · 9 months
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ur writing is super good!! sorry if i’m piling on with this, but any angst with miguel? i need this man put in a blender
if you need to be mean
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「 tws + notes: vv possibly ooc, unedited, spider-person reader, unhealthy dynamic, assorted angst, hurt/comfort ending, reader is cold, miguel doesn't know how to deal with emotions, everyone is a wreck but they're all trying so hard :( </3 」
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「 gn!reader, man idek if this is platonic or romantic tbh y'all r just messy here 」
↳ ft. miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099
author's note: THANK U SM!! and i got u!!! i am. so excited 2 practice more for him– anon please don't be upset w/ me,, but,,, (´∩`。),,, i physically don't think i can write Pure Angst. i wud b no good at it!! :p so! hurt/comfort in the end ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ i CANT JUS,, END IT SAD,, </3 i am so so sorry!! also so so real putting him in tha blender at the Highest Speed ever,,, he iz my milk webkin fr (lovingly) (kinda) some real quick stuff: this was gonna b short but i Overdid It and im still unsure whether i like it or not. and also. i was supposed to have the reader being mildly Messed Up™️ too cuz "hehehehe letz make this more difficult >:))" (also becuz miguel is NOT the only one allowed to have issues + too many angsts i have read where reader jus takes what miguel dishes out passively and i didn't want that) BUT I ENDED UP MAKING IT WORSE AJDHDQWHJE,,, hopefully this is. angst galore. again i am not great w this <( _ _ )> <//3
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▸ maintaining a healthy relationship with miguel– in any form– proves to be difficult.
this is especially prevalent in the beginning stages of your developing relationship. you begin to learn that he is terrible with verbally expressing any affection he feels towards you. some days he seems almost so completely distant that there’s valid reason to worry that he just doesn't care about you anymore.
these worries are the furthest thing from the truth– miguel hasn't cared about someone to this extent in a while. still, he finds himself lacking, completely unable to tell you how much you mean to him.
▸ sometimes he grows fearful that he's become too attached to you. he aware he's in too deep at this point, yet conflict rages on in his mind: whether it's better to hold on as tight as he can to keep you in his life, or let you go before something rips you away from him.
part of him is worried it's only a matter of time before something happens.
these thoughts are usually quelled by drowning himself in tasks and missions, using his focus on work as a means of distraction.
when there's nothing left to shut them out, he chooses to avoid you instead of seeking reassurance.
there are times when you don't see him for days straight. he doesn't send you on any missions, doesn't contact you, actively avoids you when you're inside of the HQ– and when you eventually see him again, he avoids speaking of it. you both understand you're meant to pretend like nothing happened.
you're not beyond doing the same to him. miguel is distraught with how similar you two can be, how you reflect him and he reflects you in unique and awful ways– ways that only the two of you can understand.
▸ whenever you choose to be the one to spontaneously ditch, however,,, there are moments where he gets desperate and ends with him seeking you out,, usually by assigning you a mission just so you have a reason to come back
no matter who leaves– whether it's you or miguel– you both end up taking each other back in the end, half-heartedly reaching the unspoken agreement that this is the way you two “reconcile.” you grow accustomed to this back and forth.
you're both wonder who this is hurting more.
▸ never wants to be seen as clingy or needy. wants to convince himself he can make it on his own, that things are somehow better that way. miguel feels a deep frustration in the fact that he can't seem to process his emotions in a proper manner.
he seeks solace in solitude, even if it never fully works. he's willing to settle with feeling "okay" instead of "better." (self isolation moment.)
asking for help on missions is one thing. asking for personal help is another, which means that offering him support on his bad days is always a hit or miss.
most of the time, if someone chooses to extend their hand to him, it's typical that he swats it away and insists he doesn't need anything. he doesn't accept help easily– even when it's from you.
▸ there's always the off chance he lets you stick around. he's silent as you find a place for the two of you to sit down. once he’s comfortable, he leans against your side.
the quiet in the room isn't tense. it isn't scary. you know he just doesn't want to talk about what’s bothering him often. he can't even verbalize how much you mean to him– how is he meant to explain any of his other emotions to you?
"it's okay." you whisper, breaking the silence in the room. "just... take your time."
even though your words are as soft you can manage, it feels like you're yelling in contrast to his complete wordless state. you glance over at him. miguel doesn't meet your gaze.
"i'll be here for you," his expression softens ever so slightly at your words as you reassure him, "i promise."
he only mutters one word in response: "don't."
▸ (next headcanon based off of this art from instagram. slide two specifically.)
you can still remember the first time he ever cried in front of you. it's been a vivid memory in your head ever since it happened– not because of why it happened– but because of how it happened.
"you haven't been around for days, miguel." it's been almost more than a week since you've last seen him. this time, you sought him out– not to bring him back into your life, but to confront him one last time. after deliberating for longer than you cared to mention, you finally decided you were going to make things right or get out of his life for good.
and there he is, standing on his platform. it's lowered to the ground, the orange holographic screens surrounding him empty, displaying nothing. they emit a soft glow in the dark of the room.
"tell me what's wrong." you demand. the tone in your voice is unfamiliar to him. you're not making any effort to conceal how thin your patience has been wearing.
his back is turned to you. he doesn't say a word until you approach the lowered platform he stands on.
"go away."
"what? like you've been doing this entire time?" you retort.
"go away." he repeats more forcefully. his anger doesn't scare you away. nothing ever does.
you stare at him unflinchingly. "not until you tell me what's wrong."
miguel knows you're going to stand firm. you're going to stay until he tells you. as he lifts his head, glancing over his shoulder to speak to you, you brace yourself– you wait for him to yell. to lash out. anything.
he just looked at you. his eyes, stinging with tears, meeting your stare.
you don't remember what was hurting him that day. you can't recall what made him breakdown in front of you. no, this is the part you remember.
miguel's large frame looks so much smaller as he attempts to shrink himself, as if trying to hide from you. he averts his gaze, trying to blink back the tears and fails horribly.
he has nothing left to do. miguel hides his face in his hand, even if it’s only the two of you in the room. he’s humiliated– completely ashamed– that he can’t seem to stop his crying. for a moment, you’re frozen, unsure of what to do.
it's a drastic change from how you know him. standing in front of you, miguel seems more like an inconsolable child, rather than the detached and icy person most knew him as.
"don't look at me." those are the only audible words miguel manages to choke out between stifled sobs. he cries like a little boy.
and you hate it. you hate how hard he makes it hard to stay angry at him. you hate that no matter what you do, you can't stay away.
the tension in your body dissolves slowly, jaw unclenching as you sigh to yourself. you’re caving already.
it takes you a moment, but you know you can't leave him like this.
slowly approaching him, you quietly wrap your arms around him from behind, gentle enough for him to pull away from your touch if he didn't want it. he doesn't protest. you swear you can feel him subconsciously lean in.
"it's okay," you mutter, "i got you."
▸ miguel makes sure to talk to you the next day after you comforted him. to your surprise, it wasn't to tell you to keep that moment between the two of you– he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't say a word.
he was there to say thank you. simple and plain as that. he thanked you for sticking around. thanked you for being there even though he constantly pushed you away.
and you couldn't find the energy to respond. horribly disheartening to miguel, considering this is the most effort he had put in to communicate with you– but understandable. he didn't push you any further.
as awful as it felt to know, you didn't want a thank you. you didn't need his gratitude for your stubbornness.
it was much too late for a thank you to resolve the days he left you without a word, only to return expecting everything to be the same. it was much too late for a thank you to make you feel better about the fact you ended up comforting him even after everything. those words couldn't fix anything.
you wanted a goddamn apology.
▸ it's been almost three weeks since you'd last been seen around the spider society hq.
nobody seemed to be aware of the reason for your sudden disappearance. miguel was worried sick.
his temper is shorter, his patience is waning, and he’s willing to snap if anyone even mildly irritates him. it’s an unpleasant experience for everyone.
he'd tried to find you by tracking your watch, which proved to be useless. you were too clever for that– you'd made yourself undetectable, somehow disabling or destroying it before you left. miguel could’ve hunted you down, searching every place in the multiverse to find you again, once more to see you. but he didn't have to. the moment he had decided to start the search, your watch went active again, allowing him to locate where you were. like you were beckoning him over.
he didn’t hesitate to meet you there, stepping through a portal to get to you. notably, you weren’t in your own universe– but he wasn’t going to scold you for that. not now.
there you were. it was almost dream-like to him, seeing you sitting in the grassy fields in the middle of nowhere, the outline of your frame illuminated by the moonlight. the night air was filled with tension, as you sensed him approach from behind and quietly sit beside you.
he’s the one to break the silence. your name slips from his lips, as he’s about to speak up–
"hey." you greeted flatly, cutting him off. you glance at him with a weak smile, chuckling dryly. "so... you need something?"
"...no." miguel glanced around at the unfamiliar setting. just before he can get anything out, you part your lips to speak again, looking up at the dark sky, glittering above the two of you.
“i forget that new york doesn’t have the best view of the stars.” you murmur. “light pollution and all that shit… so y’know,, this is nice. i missed this type of view.”
he nods in agreement, though the small talk about the stars isn’t what he wanted from you.
you continue with your little ramble, seemingly just saying whatever came to mind. “speaking of cities– how’s your corner of the multiverse been? has nueva york been fine? feels like forever since i’ve been there.”
miguel tries not to be distracted by your casual conversation or your obvious allusions to your absence. he sees the way your shoulders are held tense, the way your gaze flits over at him expectantly– miguel knows you’re just waiting for him to talk about it, anticipating what he’s oing to say next.
"i– look–” he takes in a breath, finding the words he had been planning to say all this time. “i know. i know i messed up, and i messed up a lot. …i just came here to tell you i'm sorry. for everything."
there’s a momentary lapse of silence between the two of you. the tension is immeasurable as he watches you shift your sitting position, facing him entirely.
"you should be. asshole."
miguel sighs. “i… really should’ve expected that.”
“you know, migs? i tried so hard to just leave you alone.” the previous confidence in your voice wavers. there’s no bitterness in your words, no malice. he hears it in your tone: you’re just worn down, utterly emotionally exhausted.
he hears a sniffle, causing him to turn his full attention to you. the tears glisten as they fall from your eyes and drip down your cheeks. you make no attempt to shy away.
“what are we gonna do now?” you ask, looking over at him. your voice is faint. small. “i can’t let you go– and for fuck’s sake, you won’t even let me– so… what now?”
“i… don’t know.” he confesses. his hand makes his way to yours, placed atop it. his other wipes your tears away, trembling as he touches your cheek with all the tenderness there is, like he’s afraid he might hurt you. he whispers your name again, and it is the sweetest sound you’ve heard in a while.
miguel usually thinks he’s no good at comforting others. but in this moment, you would’ve never known that. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into an embrace, holding you in his arms like you’re the most precious thing in the world. he’s not leaving you to suffer alone. he’s not leaving you like that ever again.
“you don’t have to forgive me.” he whispers to you. miguel knows he can’t repair all the damage he’s done. he knows you might never be able to look at him the same. And for once, he’s fine with that. he just needs to know you’ll be okay. “...just, please. let me do this for you.”
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stinkrascal · 1 year
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I wasnt attempting to offend anyone with my opinion but I guess thats not hard to do here. I personally do not see stories as an art. I think its very cool but to make it bigger than it is seems a tad egoistical,,, it’s not that deep simblr
why wouldnt it be an art? people are writing, setting up scenes, developing character motivations, symbolisms, themes, learning camera angles, playing w color theory, creating their own meshes in blender... just to post on simblr. like what part of that process excludes it from being art. a lot of those steps r the same steps one would take to write a novel for example, or film a movie, which im assuming you consider those to be valid artforms. like it's just a different medium, that's all
idek why calling something art is considered egotistical. like that doesn't even make sense to me. creating art is the best thing u can do for your soul imo, it gives you the opportunity to express yourself in authentic ways you wouldn't be able to otherwise. and that form of artistic expression can come from anywhere, and show itself in almost any way... dancing, writing, drawing, singing, painting, making sculptures, creating video games, animations, just to name a few... it isn't about being egotistical! calling art art isn't egotistical!! it's about expressing urself! so yeah this whole ask makes no sense to me and i think you should just keep your opinion to yourself next time bc i have made it pretty clear at this point that i don't agree with you
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