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attleboy · 4 months

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What software do you use for drawing/animation

i've answered that question for animation over here but i'll go into more detail on the drawing program part since it got sidelined into the tags...

the main program i use for drawing is adobe photoshop elements 10 BUT i would NOT recommend that to anyone... i just use it because it came with my first drawing tablet so i've been using since i was 8 andddd i don't like change. it's actually missing a lot of the neat stuff modern art programs have and i don't even think it's really aimed at artists so... yeah don't use that ^-^;

if you want alternatives, i would say the turnip pen on clip studio is probably the closest thing i've seen to the pen settings on there, so do consider that? i think it's a far more common software in this day and age, and it seems to have some pretty neat features. and if you want something free, krita can be used for regular art and not just animation so try that out!

i have also been using medibang paint for when i want to draw on the go... for a phone app it works pretty good! i did most of the coloring and shading for pomni in this art on my phone so ik it works nicely

sketching can be a little messier if you're working w a finger but ehhh if you don't mind that or you're going to clean it up after you'll be fine. here's an example of something i did fully in medibang paint mobile... a sneak peek ;)

#tl;dr: krita for animation... an old version of photoshop for art but id recommend csp or krita instead... medibang paint for phone art #btw that background is a placeholder but i did the actual one on my computer so i can't count it #ask response

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beeshoesometimesdraws · 3 months

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So about that other au idea I mentioned a few days ago…it’s paying rent now (gonna call it the shadow children au rn cuz I don’t have any better ideas atm)

Extra doodles from sketchbook

Originally I didn’t even think about adding animal designs to this au but I drew Basil with a ferret tail once and it went from there (also vaguely inspired by @potatotato-26 ‘s au cuz I love the animal design symbolism aspect sm)

Just like the Imaginary friends au, I created a vague lil summary thing (this one is a lot more vague and story-based than imaginary friends was cuz the idea had been vague in my head when I got it so I just started to slowly piece it together in writing until I could form a semi-coherent plot, there is an actual summary of the plot version but what would be the fun in posting that when y’all can try to figure it out from this? >:) ) — gonna put it under the cut for anybody who wants to read it

#my art #tsams au #sun and moon show #tsams #tsams eclipse #shadow children au #placeholder name #maybe #the ‘cool song’ that inspired this might have been Sleep Well by cg5 #that also gives you a good clue to the lore #cough #also I love wolverines #they’re just big ferrets #tw blood mention #tw needles mentioned #love plant and animal symbolism

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wat-zu · 1 year

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doddles

Au where Victim runs a bar called Eurydice's in a shabby and secluded part in stickcity and mainly serves people who are dead (majority that can access the bar are dead but occasionally there are some living that accidentally stumble in the bar).

In a way, victim acts like a psychopomp in this au? They give you a choice to either move on or not. They usually keep those who are very hesitant to leave and move on and tends to alleviate their doubts and sorrows with alcohol (or well, juice for the kiddies) until they are ready.

here are their 3 major regulars

Sorry what victim meant to say here ^^^ is

"shed your tears, son... That's what you're here for aint'cha?"

I was very tired lmaohsbs

#WB-Artzu #Idk what to call this au #I'll just make a placeholder for now #House of eurydice au #Or smth like that #animation vs animator #animator vs animation

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subwaytostardew · 2 months

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Everything looks so good!! The sprites, the area and Cilan's room. GUYS, his room is AMAZING! The calendar with the starters, the picture with Ash and Iris and either a poster or another picture with his brothers, his pokemon as plushes/figurines, the fishing pole, the train conductor's hat, the plushes of Emmet and Ingo, the joltik, JUST EVERYTHING!! His room looks amazing!!!

Kade did a wonderful job on spriting the furniture and items! I love how much thought she put into all the items. She sprited everything you listed besides the submas plushies, conductor's hat, and Joltik.

Which reminds me, we've made a few edits to their house since the last time we showed it (the second introduction event and Emmet's 6 heart event)!

Now with more Joltiks everywhere. The Pokemon got a kotatsu as their sleepytime station because our initial idea of having them warp away into the PC box messed up scheduling... Submas kept warping away.

As for the submas plushies... There's a lot more where those came from.

▷ Station Steward Thylak

#mail car connecting line #subway to stardew terminal station #They used to have a fishtank as a placeholder laundry machine LOL #Flavor text everywhere #Submas are explicitly Japanese-American in this mod. They have to be #Cilan serves ekiben in the cafe as a reference to their anime cameo

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happyk44 · 8 months

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"I'm not leaving you behind! It is my duty," he hissed. "I swore myself-"

"Your swore yourself because you had no choice, Percy." Her eyes were endless dark, devoid of feeling, of life. "You had a price to pay for your mother's life and this was your only offer." Her thin fingers cup his face through the bars. "You didn't choose to be my protector." She gave a weak laugh that made his stomach plummet to the floor. "You're not even my guard yet, not really."

Like a phantom, her touch slid down his cheek. He caught her wrist before her fingertip stopped gracing his skin. He could feel the rounded edge of her fingernail poke against him. Silence held fraught between them.

"Bianca-"

"Percy," she cut in, voice so sharp it cut him to the core. "I want you to survive. You're free. Take advantage of that, and go. Now."

"I can't go back without you," he said, quickly. She didn't fight his hold, but still his grip tightened. As though the harder he held her, the more she would stop protesting her escape. "You are-"

"Dead." Her lips thinned. "I'm dead, Percy. I was dead the moment they got their hands on me and I will be dead before either one of us even makes it beyond these walls, but you-" Her voice cracked, eyes watering.

He shook his head. Blood pounded in his ears. He didn't want to hear what she was going to say, wanted her to stop, wanted it all to stop. Just for a moment.

But it didn't, and neither did she. With a deep breath, she carried on, "You can make it. You can live. But only if you leave without me, so go."

His lungs burned. She inhaled so deeply, spoke so forcefully, and it made him hold the air in his chest until he couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't breathe, maybe she would. But his chest ached. Self-loathing wedged itself like a rock in his throat as he let go. The sound of his own breath was like nail on chalkboard.

"Percy," she whispered. He shook his head and leaned in closer. Although tears hadn't yet fallen, her eyes were still wet. They glistened like the night sky. Her forehead pressed against the bars.

He looked away. The brick wall to his left was growing a fair bit of moss in the corner. "What's our star again?"

She laughed. It was a watery thing that choked him where he stood. Memories of standing the long grass, moonlight shining off the river, while she read her books beside him. Every so often, she'd look up at the night sky and search for the brightest star that month. She'd tell the stories behind the constellations. Or at least the stories from her kingdom. Any time she told a story, a fantastical myth, she'd follow up that her brother knew more - Nico, the quiet prince with a voracious appetite for legends and monsters.

Then, if she could spot the brightest star that month and if she recalled, she'd tell him what it meant for the people born that month. At least, in their hemisphere anyway. The stars were different elsewhere. Sometimes she'd crack open the newspaper, the stark image of her father, and read aloud the horoscopes.

He still remembered the incredulous sound she made when he told her they shared the same birthday. She'd dragged him to the library to refresh her memory on their star. Then argued furiously that he did not share the same traits as her.

It was a silly thing. She didn't believe it. He didn't either. But it was the first time they hadn't played the stiff act of royal princess and her knight-in-training. Not Percy holding his tongue and following strictly one step behind. Not Bianca doing her best to pretend he wasn't her shadow.

Awkward civility and stiffness carried thick between them from the moment Percy had been casted into his role. But that night, with the sound of yelling and laughter still echoing in their ears, they made an agreement. They didn't have to be the best of friends, but they sure could be casual with each other. After all, they were going to be stuck with each other for the rest of their lives.

At least... they were supposed to be.

Slowly each finger detached one by one until all that was left was his palm pressed against her wrist. Then that fell away too. Still he couldn't bare to turn his head and face her.

"Leo," she said. "The lion. Strength, pride, loyalty, confidence."

A stabbed orange toy on new year's day passed through his mind. "Sacrifice."

It was quiet for a beat. Then, "Yes." His heart hammered so fast he could feel it in his throat. "The lion represents sacrifice."

What was he supposed to say? He wanted to run, to turn the lock with the key he stole, take her and run. Run far and fast. But deep inside, he knew she was right. He could get by undetected. No one cared about a child knight, not even yet passed his training. He could blend in and slip out. Even if he got caught, they wouldn't nearly put in as much effort to get him back as they would if she were with him.

She was right.

She was already dead.

He swallowed thickly and met her eyes again. The night sky glistened back at him and he thought of constellations and warm handshakes and kind agreements and silly arguments. Breath caught in his throat. "I'll miss you," he whispered, voice hoarse.

Her lips twitched. "I'll miss you too." She blinked, and one tear slid down her cheek. He tracked the wet trace it left behind until it welled up at the bottom of her chin and dripped to the floor. "Will you do me a favour?"

"You're my princess," he said. "I would do anything for you."

It was a weak smile she gave before she spoke. The sight of it crushed him. "Tell my family I love them." Her breath escaped from her shakily. She pushed back her hair. A classic move to hide the nerves that drove her hands to tremble ever so slightly. "And take care of Nico. Please."

"I will," he promised.

Her smile strengthened ever so slightly. But the tears fell fast now, one right after the other. Her face tilted away at the first streak. He immediately turned his line of sight back to the brick wall. Weakness, sadness, grief - she hated being seen with any of them. He always respected it. Look away until she was done. Don't speak, don't ask her anything, don't help her. Just look away and stay silent unless she calls out.

So, even as his mind's eye was trapped in the wet track of tears on her skin, the hitched sound of her breath holding in a cry, he turned and headed back for the dungeon's door. The doorknob twisted in his hand. The door cracked open.

"Percy."

He held stiff. "Yes?"

"Don't forget the bracelet."

Heat burned at the back of his head. In his pocket, the bracelet felt heavier than the weight of the world. When he had first arrived, she gave it to him. When he refused to take it, insistent that she could deliver it to Nico herself, she shoved it into his pocket herself. Like a ghostly stain, his thigh still tingled with the forceful and firm press of her hand. He was sure it always would.

"I won't."

"Stay safe," she said, a princess in a dungeon ready and waiting to die.

His heart shattered. Still, he kept his head held high. "I will."

Then, without another word, he left the girl he had spent the last three years training to protect. He was meant to die for her. It was the role he had accepted the night he and his friends had stormed the castle and pleaded for help with his dying mother. He didn't argue. He didn't plead. Without hesitation, he swore his life away for hers. Without hesitation, he swore his last breath would be hers.

Yet she was the one embracing the eternal coldness to come. She was the one breathing weakly so he could breathe strong. She was trading away her life for his. She was the lion, giving a mighty roar before the dawn of a new year. She was the sacrifice, held down by chains with a glistening sharp blade raised above her head.

But he wasn't the one lowering it upon her neck. No, he was the cold breath of winter. The first drop of snow. The wilting grass. He was the barren wasteland that drove her out into the open. He was the starving masses desperate to live. He didn't have to drop the blade. He didn't have to use his own hands to spill her blood across the ground. His survival was her end. And that made him her killer anyway.