WIP – Magni

I like the way his face is coming out.  Outside of, you know, the enormous chin; I’ll have to do something about that.

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The feet as well are going to have to be redrawn when I get to them.  I’m not the best at feet in general but even I can tell these are definitely not feet to be proud of.

Scrap – Shine

This scrap is short because my writing hour was sort of cut into by a buddy who had a drama attack. I was going to explain that Jan had been getting a little tubby from having Shine-sized meals with his tiger and the two of them were going to go to Chinatown and enjoy a bunch of time on the subway.   But that’ll just have to wait now, won’t it? Remember kids, just say no to drama!  [This has been a public service message by the Committee to Make Post Descriptions Longer Than The Posts Themselves.]


I sat on the balcony with Jan and watched the sun go down over the city.  It felt like it was going to be a pretty warm night.  I took my fox’s hand and led him back through the apartment and out the front door.

“Where are we going?” he said.

“Anywhere we want.”

“How about food?”

WIP [coloring] – Roquefort

I’ve been working on coloring this pic of Rock, our blue tiger pirate cook, for a while now… He’s nearly done; I’ll probably be able to finish him the next time I get around to working on him.

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The color doesn’t look all that good IMO, but then IME it rarely does look any good in flat form… I have a lousy sense of color, but usually Photoshop’s “make art” button makes everything look better.

WIP – Bluejays

This is part of a frame from a sort of practice animation I’ve been working on in Flash, involving a certain tiger frolicking avec un geai bleu.   I’m afraid I never have gotten the hang of drawing on the tablet yet, so this is also an excuse to do un poquito de eso.  What progress I made this week, vide infra:

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It’s actually a little better than I thought it was.  But then, I guess I was thinking of the other frames in the set which, now that I look at them, are actually not of very good quality.

WIP [partim] – Myces page 4

To forestall burning questions on what does it say? — The answer is clearly something like “გcsʟԽήɔ_”.

NSFW (nudity, weird, detachment) below cut

Scrap – Kohath

I’ve been wanting to finish Kaido no Yume for a long time now.  The main problem with that plan is that I’ve already written the ending, and I’d like to find it before I start filling in the rest.  So this is just a scribble on what happens afterwards.


It was the day after that—that—

I still can’t call it a dream. It left me so… so sore, really. Inside and out. I’d been someone else for so long, and my muscles had to get used to being Kohath again.

It’d only been one night.

I wasn’t sure what to do next. I mean, obviously, back to life, such as it was. But had I learned anything? Was I supposed to have?

I stayed in bed, confused. What do you do when your life has ended but you’re still living?

I missed Iisera.

No, actually—I was grieving for it.

Couldn’t have been just a dream, then—I’m not that messed up, am I?

It’s too darn cold in here.

I wanted to stay in bed, but I couldn’t; hunger, the call of nature, and a vague feeling I was supposed to do something with my day soon forced me out of bed.

The lunar winds were still howling. I resisted the urge to chime in.

I’m a wolf, right.

Sometimes… Sometimes the wolves are silent and the moon is howling. I’d read that somewhere.

I felt like I hadn’t read anything in years.

Anyway, up. Call of nature, attended to. For hunger, a quick sandwich. And I continued to wonder what I was supposed to do with my day.

WIP [detail] – Riding

This picture is going to be a little bit ambitious, so there’s a decent chance it won’t be any good for a long time.  Outside of a few establishing outlines, this is all I’ve got to show so far:

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And it ain’t much!

This is, of course, Moriarty, doing his job as a riding beast, with one of those little headset thingies clamped to his ear.  As for the legs, you’d think after having a quadrupedal avatar for so long I’d know how to draw forelegs properly.   Gyah!  Look for them to be redrawn by next time.

WIP – Magni

All right, so this is one of my characters that’s seen far too little implementation. By which I mean to say I was kind of attached to him in high school fifteen years ago (fifteen years ago! *waves old man cane*), but I don’t think I’ve yet put down anything about him.  So he came up next in my series of profiles (previous: Maxim, Huck) and this is what I’ve got so far:

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He’s a rami by the name of Magni—he also goes by Mack.  His last name has fluctuated over time; I’m pretty sure its current value isn’t congruent with (the latest version of) good Rami phonology, so I won’t bother to list it here until it’s finalized.

Drawing this guy was complicated by the fact that after all this time it was somewhat difficult to envision what he actually looked like.  It does not help that my only picture of him was drawn in the dark ages, before I learned how to draw—I was trying to construct the above from the below:

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Yeah. Considering that, I’d almost say I did pretty well.   He might look better with accessories like that but it doesn’t match the profile template I’m working by.

1st draft [partim] – The day Ralph and I switched places.

I’ve already got the beginning and the ending of this story written out; this week, like the past few times I’ve been working on it, I’ve been writing to link the beginning and the ending together.  Since this is a bit out of context, I should explain that Ralph’s mind is in Frank here; Ralph is mostly in charge of the body but Frank’s mind is still present, chiefly as an observer by this time of the day.


Usually I got my sleeping done while Ralph was at work. For the moment, though, I’d had enough sleep. You bet you have, Ralph said, and took over. “Time to be a better tiger.”

He put on my shoes and got in my car, heading for campus.

I wasn’t really sure what he had in mind, but I felt him running through my memories on the way back.

You don’t know how good you have it, he thought.

What?

Heck, you even get free food out here…

It’s not free.

Well, it gets billed to your parents and they don’t complain. They won’t begrudge you your brain food! My dad won’t even buy me a hamburger.

He got in line at the cafeteria.

Now me, I don’t really know anybody at school. I keep to myself when I’m not with Ralph.

Ralph obviously wasn’t having any of that.

WIP – Gator.

It’s another adorable character belonging to someone else.  This week I put an arm on him.

2009-09-01-gatorNo hand yet, I know.  It’s not a very good arm, either; it definitely could do with some form (and action! it should be doing something!).  But I’m taking pics anyway since most of you haven’t seen anything on this guy yet.

2009-09-01-gator-detail In that light he looks a little too mooby.  I’m going to have to do something about that too.