Work In Progress - Blog Posts
Guys!! I started to notice that my drawing is progressing into pretty good!!!
How the heck????
Like how the hell does Felix as a kid (2021) turned into beautiful art style?!! Damn I have been practicing soo hard...
something is coming!
just some old Halloween art from 2017
Plus a bill cipher wip
[5.25pm, wip]
coriolanus. swoony type, curly hair, bedroom eyes, cheeks like wine.
above tipsy coriolanus snow was a sight to behold, rare and cartoonishly bizarre. his half lidded expression, playful grin, and most importantly, wandering hands. he can’t quite tell if he’s moderately intoxicated due to the posca he’s been mindlessly sipping on, or the feel of your warm skin against his own. the blond had not had the opportunity to develop a tolerance towards posca, as he’d much rather spend scraps of money he and tigris pull together to buy food, or at least a variation of that.
with his inhibitions out the window, he was much less guarded. less skeptical of the world around him. simply an academy student who had a little bit too much to drink, and uncharacteristically giggles at anything.
coriolanus would not normally put himself in a position where the next words out of his mouth were not thought of and analyzed thoroughly to procure the upper hand in a conversation, but he’s cursed with a nervous fidget of sipping on the contents of whatever glass he’s holding, which got him into this predicament. unaware, bashful, completely and evidently enamored by you.
WIP of my cat Oliver 🐈
WORK IN PROGRESS
Represents my chest pain and rapid heart rate
title-: Heart Palpitations
Shenhe wipp :D
love her new skin but the details are kind of a pain to draw
new giant viking age vampire priestess NPC just dropped could tpk the coterie.... 100/10 Sabrina would smash going to finish this later and do a lot more art of her also she doesn't have a clan yet so suggestions welcome
finally started drawing my full VTM Coterie gonna stream working on the rest of it tomorrow at around 7pm South Australia time in about 16ish hours at time of posting so if people wanna ask questions about my character Sabrina or my vtm game comment them below and ill answer on stream on in text after it https://www.twitch.tv/blakescosplay
finally working on some more stuff for my Tzimisce Sabrina this is just the first sketch pass of a 3 page little plot hook comic. but yes this is Basker aka the hound of baskerville now one of Vlads familiars and a messengers... and best pupper. yes hes a pup even if he is over 300kgs and bigger then some bears hes also the first contact from home for in almost 6 months for Sabrina.
working on "wholesome" big gay yautja x human mini comic just cos the yautja fandom here is horny as hell but its pride month so why not join in little :P also as i am mid cosplay build for this Yautja drawing them actually really helps me get a vibe for poses and personality i will try to convey when i cosplay them also need to do something for my VTM characters as well soon
so ive been working on that first time using Protean sequence for my Vamp OC Sabrina, and this is my first time drawing a bat that wasn't just a black shape in the background for scale on a landscape. and i blame all the bat Astarion art for why shes so cute, i haven't even played Baldur's Gate III but fan art of him is everywhere and he's perfect
big old WIP of the first to pages for a 4ish page sequence for my Tzimisce Sabrina and her first test of the Protean beast forms... only posting a wip cos this is going to take a while and if i post about it im more likely to finish it
Now that I think about it, I want my 7ds oc to be a bit lighter since she lives inside of the mountains and snow a lot. Hm maybe I should start making concept art before just diving into the character.
A Ghibli inspired illustration of a monster. Work in progress to be exact, will add more details soon 😆
The crack on my screen looks like a piece of hair 💀
I am making a romance visual novel. It’s slow going but its going I promise! There are a few things left for me to do before actually dropping the damn thing but I made a tumblr for it. Reposts/shares would be nice but you don’t have too. I’m gonna stop rambling now… *goes back to eating the script*
Welcome to Elven Interest! You must be over 13 to enter or play the game. Please respect the rule.
A current in-progress visual novel romance game where you have to enter the mysterious Ever-Bleed Forest in search for the family that lives there to cure a odd illness that has suddenly surfaced. With each relationship, you learn why the Forest is so sacred to them and possibly... yourself...
welp, from what I learned (in the hard way unfortunately) my audience (at least what's left of it, haha) is here mostly for CoF fanart, therefore I shall deliver Yes, I'm planning to finish this, mostly because I have a part-time distraction *cough cough* Midsommar *cough* which won't let me fall into artistic crisis or any shit like that, so I'll make the most of it and finish at least something because why the fuck not, gotta keep myself working in some way. anyway yea, the Tumblr yearns for the Swede.... apparently..... for some fucking reason.
Guess who's back, back again🗣
So....uhm.....wip...
keep an eye open for the finished product I guess???? 😭😭😭😭
edit: it's done. I'm done. What the heck. please help
I’m still here, just dont know what to draw with these puppets.
IM TRYING TO BE PRODUCTIVE I SWEAR
Just a very very WIP art feat. One of my non-fandom puppet Oc!!
Cut for uh, how they look an’ all ig.
This is how they look!
Their name is Hearty Jam (( my irl friend named them! ))
wip animation :o)
rough draft that will probably stay in WIP land forever unless a miracle happens and I get the motivation to finish it
If you don't like me at my manic goth gentleman, you can't have me at my sparkly pixie.
Another Snippet from The Farm at Wardenwood Hollow
“Hey,” Taryn called as the door groaned open. The woman looked over her shoulder, her expression back to the familiar one of worry it always wore. Taryn walked up while she climbed into the truck, leaning an arm against the top of the door. She used her chin to gesture at the back seat. “You the only one we got here that buys that powder.”
In the seat, the woman tensed. She didn’t speak right away, and the gaze she fixed on Taryn made her believe she’d just asked something very, very wrong.
“You best be glad ‘bout that,” she told Taryn finally. The way her voice had gone low left her uneasy. “In fact,” she added, face more serious than Taryn had ever seen it, “if you notice anyone else start buyin’ it–you let me know. Y’hear?”
Taryn looked at her strangely and chuckled.
“I ain’t the sort to go ‘round discussin’ people’s purchases with others, Miss,” she said.
“I said you let me know.”
The grin faded from Taryn’s face, and she pushed back off the door frame.
“You’re serious, ain’t you?” she asked, eyeing her.
The woman stared for a couple seconds, then pulled the door shut with a clank. The truck roared to life and she leaned toward the passenger side, rummaging through the glove box for a moment. The window rolled down, and before Taryn realized what was happening, she’d thrust a business card into her hand.
“That’s my phone number,” she explained, eyes flicking to the card and back to Taryn’s. She nodded at it. “It’s a landline. Only way you gon’ reach me. Leave a message if I don’t answer. Keep callin’ and leavin’ ‘em ‘til I call back.”
Taryn’s mouth opened and closed a few times, confused and troubled by the odd exchange. She blinked down at the card. She recognized the name of the farm.
When she looked back up, the woman was still watching her.
“You tol’ me last week you don’t gotta drive far,” she said, narrowing her eyes. She held up the card. “But this is the ol’ Sterling place. That’s thirty miles from here.”
“Don’t you worry ‘bout that,” the woman warned, shaking her head and dropping the truck into gear.
“‘Bout your lyin’, you mean?” Taryn asked with a frown.
“Ain’t important.”
“You lyin’ ‘bout something small like that sure make it seem important.”
“You just worry ‘bout that powder, an’ tellin’ me if it ain’t me buyin’ it.”
Taryn held her gaze, then shrugged and shoved the card into her jacket pocket.
“Fine,” she said, tugging her beanie lower on her head. “I don’t know what you on about, but if I see anyone else buyin’ it, I’ll give you a call.” She pulled a face, wondering if she’d misinterpreted the woman’s nature and questioning if she just might, in fact, be crazy.
“You promise?”
The way she asked it–quieter again, and very worried–gave Taryn pause. Her own face softened at the edges, and she nodded.
“Sure, Miss,” she told her, smiling again. “Yeah. I promise.”
“You keep your promises?”
“Sure do,” Taryn said with a stern nod, almost offended by the implication she wouldn't.
“Good.”
Taryn chuckled again, stepping back.
“You drive safe, now,” she said.
“I will,” the woman replied. Then, with a smirk of her own, “That’s a promise.”
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Synopsis:
Taryn Monroe prefers simplicity–her place in the mountains, the predictable rhythm of her job at the mill, and the peace that comes with keeping to herself.
Every Tuesday, a woman shows up at precisely fifteen minutes to close. Taryn doesn’t know much about her–just the rumble of her truck, the way she never wastes words, and the peculiar gallon of sulfur she buys each week.
Then one Tuesday, she doesn’t show up.
Taryn tells herself to leave it alone, that it’s not her business and the woman can handle herself. But when she overhears an argument and starts asking questions, she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong–and her life becomes anything but simple.
Something wild is living in the barn at Wardenwood Hollow. Something keeping the woman bound to the old Sterling farm.
And Taryn may be her only chance to break free.