(September 3 - September 30, 2024)

[Redraw from part of this post by @32bitterra]

So I actually redrew these almost a month ago, oops. I plan on eventually finishing my redraw of the "crowbar" piece as well!

Featuring Aquatonauts Raz and Sasha! Even though his family is very in tune with their hydrokinesis, Raz can't shake the fear from his prerecognition visions. He has a tendency to scramble up the nearest person-- usually Sasha-- for safety when he feels afraid.

Sasha practically helped raise Raz from a baby, so he tries not to complain. He just puts up with his clingy son.

I don't consider myself a Sonic fan, but there are a handful of characters from it that I like. I used to like Sonic X when I was six and I remember thinking Tails was so cute. I've been wanting to draw him since they started playing all those commercials for the Sonic 3 movie.

(June 14 2023)

I was going to redraw the first ever drawing I did of Raz, but then I gave up cos the arms were pissing me off. Cos the first time you ever draw a character, you wanna draw them breakdancing of course.

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I was actually going to draw him a lot sooner in December, but then didn't. I remember reading his wiki page trying to learn about him so I could draw him (somewhat) in character. I don't think I learned a thing (too much information was presented at one time.) This drawing was less for me and more for my sister (who actually got me into the game. Usually it's the other way around.) I was fresh from drawing Professor Layton shit for 10 months, so I drew Raz's head like I drew Luke's head, only wider. It's a little rough.

i've said this before but i !!!really!!! like your art :DDD you have this innate talent of making any character you draw very charming and lovely. i like it quite a lot and i am very happy whenever you post :]

Thank you very much for your kind words :D It makes me very happy.

(July 2 - July 31, 2024)

Maybe it would be fine forever ... Get your mind together ♫

Trust the night sky to carry your wishes to the stars ☆

She has no mouth and wears a hairbow. It made sense to me.

You know how Gravityman's stage in Megaman 5 has those arrows that reverse gravity? I was thinking about those when I drew this.

ZERO, ZIP, ZILCH.

Kitty is the camper I struggle to draw the most. I don't give up easily though.

slow torture.

I want to brush Milla's hair. It looks very soft.

Lady stares like she understands. She does not.

Elton's lev-ball was my favorite color.

I was going to leave this one as a scrapped sketch, but my friends liked it so much I decided to clean it up.

We're a little weird, but don't be afraid.

I think about how they share the same VA often. The difference between them is funny.

Boy, you said it, St. Bernard dog painter.

June 13 marks one year since I first joined this website. I never thought I'd be here, but I've been enjoying my time so far. Thank you for letting me share my drawings with you.

I don't have any big celebratory drawings, but I do have this scrapped sketch that I was unable to complete.

Yay.

So I started using Ibispaint to use the wonderful pixel brush. I also learned that it has a timelapse function, so here is a timelapse compilation of me drawing pictures from October set to various VGM (uploaded to YT because it was too big for Tumblr.)

You can find all drawings right here.

Songs by order of appearance:

Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers - Zone J Gimmick Land - Battle! Trip World - Staff Roll Super Mario Bros. 3 - Warp Whistle + Warp Zone Mega Man Rock Force - Thermo Man Cocoron - Stage Theme 3 Gimmick! - Good Weather Treasure Master - World 1 Kirby's Adventure - Rainbow Resort Mother - Store

(August 1 - August 30, 2024)

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That won't work, Crystal.

Misha doesn't appear in any mental worlds, so we don't ever see him astral project. I drew what I think it might look like if he did (with stuff referencing a drawing above on the side.)

Well, I guess we're all going to die. My whole life is flashing before my eyes. My first memory is of my dog, Lady.

What an Amazing Mirror, right?

I'm glad that my adult Crystal was met with positive reception. I couldn't decide to show with or without color, so just have both versions.

Trick or treat! 🎃 (and Happy Halloween)

and a happy halloween to you! let's cap off the party house with a little slowdown of crystal and mikhail chilling on the roof.

In the clear, cloudless sky, the moon shines as a full, white circle. It burns unlike the sun, providing silver streams of light upon the neighborhood. Everywhere Crystal looks from her spot on the roof, sitting on the even slabs of cold, metal shingles, Halloween persists. While the families are dwindling, the trick or treaters her age are plentiful, dressed in form-fitting princess dresses, or contrasting their positive peers with witchy visages. They cheer and shout, still going from door to door reaping chocolate bars, such as the Grim Reaper quite literally using a scythe to scoop candy from a bowl on a stoop into his bag.

Crystal grins, folding her knees to her chest. She can’t tell the time, but no one seems to care. The hours melt together in darkness punctuated by moonlight accentuated with pops of orange and red colors. Nearly every home takes part in the festivities, her interest catching on a yard littered with open graves and rising, animatronic zombies. Their moans and groans echo, mingling with the howling of werewolves and filtering through fog seeping from nearby machines on separate lawns.

Extending her legs and shaking her polished, buckled shoes, Crystal examines her outfit. It’s far poofier than anything she would usually wear. The pleated dress is baby blue, the cotton fabric matching her wide apron and frilly stockings. She applied the paint herself, rosy red dots on her cheeks and nose to match the little bows sewn onto her apron. With her scarlet wig brushed and blow-dried to full perfection, she makes quite the lifelike Raggedy Ann.

She’s matching with Clem, and her friendly Andy is still slinking through the party. She had last seen him with Quentin and Phoebe before she made her way upstairs. She had split seconds to press herself into the handrail when Bobby dashed passed her, the feathered Raz hot on his heels, like they were teenagers all over again. She had to hope that the awfully realistic chainsaw the former waved was fake.

A window clicks. She looks over her shoulder, watching as a furry, brown arm pushes it out. With a little struggling, the figure wriggles their way through the rather cramped window. On their knees, their oversized helmet rolls off their head, their identity immediately bringing a smile to Crystal’s painted face.

“Ah, is Ann,” Mikhail says, wearing, quite possibly, the most surprising attire out of the entire entourage. The bear costume covers Mikhail from head to toe in overgrown, deep brown fur. The grizzly’s paws and claws are a tad bulbous, giving an overall exaggerated feeling to the costume. Compared to Dogen’s bunny onesie, Crystal had been able to see his face, as this headpiece completely concealed Mikhail’s face and replicated a hulking grizzly bear to a level of stark realism.

Crystal offers a quick wave. “Oh, hey, Misha! What’s up? Partying treating you good?”

He approaches, carrying his headwear under his arm. “Yes. By yourself?”

The underlying concern would have been dismissed with a sharp laugh or brisk wave of her hand. But now, she arches her back and clutches the shingles, making herself more comfortable as she stretches. “Yeah, just needed a breather. No biggie.”

“Then, care for company?” “Always!” She pats the spot next to her, beaming as he sits.  “Super cool bear costume, by the way, but isn’t it hot in there?” “Not at all. Provides nice, thick warmth in face of the elements.” Mikhail rubs his thin cheek with a paw that smothers his face. “In fact, wind doesn’t feel as nice as I hoped without bear head. Crisp and refreshing, yes, but carries bothersome humidity. Will probably rain soon.”

She snickers, catching a duo leaving the party. As they pull themselves up the paved, stony path, she quietly gasps, and her humor fades. “Hey, is that Lili down there with Dogen? It’s still pretty early to go home.”

He leans into her, setting his headpiece behind them. “Ah, he suffered from a bad headache. I felt his psychic energy leaking. Came up here to avoid any messy consequences, but seems to now be under control.”

“Aw, I hope the noise wasn’t too much.” Crystal tugs on her earlobes, frowning. “Then again, my ears are still ringing, so I get where Dogen’s coming from. I shouldn’t have stood so close to Quentin’s speakers.” She takes off her wig, her hair net slightly tugging on her sweaty tresses. Suppressing a yawn, she leans back. The moonlight blankets her, and Mikhail follows suit. He lies down, as well, and the silence is comfortable. Without nagging gnats or mosquitoes, the chill in the air enough to put them to rest, Crystal is soundless, at peace, content to listen to muffled music and musing thudding through the roof.

She doesn’t know how long it lasts. It could be minutes. It could be a full hour. With Mikhail’s calming presence, the dull buzzing gradually disperses. Her mind is as tranquil as the breeze.

And when a particularly amused voice intervenes, Crystal’s smile widens.

“So, am I the only one who thinks Kitty looks pretty ridiculous in that top hat?”

Clem makes himself known as he climbs through the open window. Dressed in baggy dungaree overalls and a striped, plaid shirt, Clem looks the part of Raggedy Andy with his matching wig and polished shoes. He joins them with a red Solo cup, the punch smelling too fruity for Crystal’s liking, or it might be liquor. She never cared for the either.

“As ridiculous as former Leatherface bully swinging around fake chainsaw,” Mikhail says as he rolls up. “More of a nuisance than a killer.” She lets loose a dramatic sigh. “Oh, good, it is fake. I almost got clipped with that thing.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t put it past Bobby to lug around the real deal,” Clem admits, sitting next to her, and as soon he makes himself comfortable, a new clamor arises, primarily consisting of particular revving. “Oh, well, speak of the devil, and the devil will answer.”

Mikhail cracks his knuckles. As the apparent chase changes venue to the outside yard, and Raz and Bobby shout at each other, he sets his headpiece on straight. He flexes his arms, bounces in place, and states, “Well, will be seeing to the matter. Might be good challenge with an acrobatic dove and chainsaw-wielding lunatic. See you in a while.”

As he approaches the edge of the roof, Crystal chirps, “Bye bye, crocodile!”

He slowly looks over his shoulder. “Is Misha.”

With those parting words, Mikhail casually levitates down. As he enters the fray to the startled sound of Bobby and Raz’s shrieks, Crystal snickers and shakes her head. Clem knocks back his drink.

“That guy-” He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “-is still a total enigma.”

“His bear costume is really great, though, right?” “Oh, totally. I’m just dumbfounded about how he’s not sweltering in that furry mass.”

“It’s like you said, Clem. Misha is an enigma, just a totally cool enigma.”

This is an old drawing, but I still like it. This was done way before I started writing dates on everything, but I figured out that it's from November 1, 2019.