Crap drawings

Preview:




I redid that sketchydoodle I posted about last week (jaysus, what does a girl have to do to get people to even look at a crappy picture? Circle jerk with everyone on Elfwood? No thanks.) Anyway, I liked it in some ways, but found it kind of washed out looking. So I re-drew a few things and darkened a few things and added some lines. It's not bad, you know? I like this one. This is the uncolored version which I think I like better.

( Clicky for drawing. )

And because I can never leave things alone, I wanted to try to color it. My first attempt was a disaster. The second attempt, even worse. But finally I managed to get something I sorta like. It has that same washed out, pale look that I didn't like in the first version. But if I try to deepen the colors, then they tend to be too dark and bleed together, so that you can't tell black from brown from dark blue, and I don't like that look. 'Course, these things look dramatically different depending on which way I look at the screen, too. So it's not until I tilt my computer screen all the way down and look at it almost from the top that I can see the contrast. Maybe that's why I kept this one colored lightly.

Incidentally, that big old blob in the foreground is supposed to be a boulder. O_o I know, right?

( Clickitywhee for the colored version. )

And I have to admit, I feel kind of foolish posting drawings of the same damn characters that I've drawn for, what, three years now? And no one has read a word on them yet, or if they have, it was from the old stories. This is Jin. Does anyone still enjoy Jin? I still do. He crazy boy, cut you all up in the name of love and safety, smiling all the while, vanquish his wild worries, then watch the moon rise.

Not Sahrek Tamret, he registered numbly, but Jin Sehashi. He had a dagger in one hand, and curved blade that seemed to rest on the back of his other hand. He took a step towards Andolin, and Andolin involuntarily took a step back. He felt as if something had pushed him. Something cold and awful.
"You should never have come here," the man said in a surprisingly gentle tone. "You had so many opportunities to leave. Andolin Gaspare, why didn't you take them?"
Andolin tried to make some sort of answer, but couldn't. He didn't have an answer anyway; he couldn't even process the question. The words were so much noise in a room full of corpses and blood in unlikely places. He couldn't get past the fact that the killer had done it all so quickly. He had ripped all of these men apart *so quickly.*
The killer closed his eyes as if he were tired, or perhaps thoughtful. He kept them closed for a long enough time that it would have been possible for Andolin to use the dagger that he still had in his hand--even for him to throw it--but he didn't bother. The idea did occur to him, but so did the knowledge that he would miss. His hands were shaking. His whole body was shaking. He felt that he was in the slow-moving reality of a dream.
"You should never have involved yourself with my brother," the killer said. He opened his eyes, and in them, Andolin saw almost childlike resentment. "What you do with Sahrek or anyone else, I suppose, is your own business. But why would you ask for death by threatening my brother? Why would you do that?" He suddenly ran his hands up his face and through his hair in a gesture of frustration, and laughed as if he simply could not believe the situation. The bloody knife on his hand left a streak of blood in his hair. "I don't understand it, Gaspare. Why would anyone do that?"


Jin!

Crap drawings

Preview:




I redid that sketchydoodle I posted about last week (jaysus, what does a girl have to do to get people to even look at a crappy picture? Circle jerk with everyone on Elfwood? No thanks.) Anyway, I liked it in some ways, but found it kind of washed out looking. So I re-drew a few things and darkened a few things and added some lines. It's not bad, you know? I like this one. This is the uncolored version which I think I like better.

( Clicky for drawing. )

And because I can never leave things alone, I wanted to try to color it. My first attempt was a disaster. The second attempt, even worse. But finally I managed to get something I sorta like. It has that same washed out, pale look that I didn't like in the first version. But if I try to deepen the colors, then they tend to be too dark and bleed together, so that you can't tell black from brown from dark blue, and I don't like that look. 'Course, these things look dramatically different depending on which way I look at the screen, too. So it's not until I tilt my computer screen all the way down and look at it almost from the top that I can see the contrast. Maybe that's why I kept this one colored lightly.

Incidentally, that big old blob in the foreground is supposed to be a boulder. O_o I know, right?

( Clickitywhee for the colored version. )

And I have to admit, I feel kind of foolish posting drawings of the same damn characters that I've drawn for, what, three years now? And no one has read a word on them yet, or if they have, it was from the old stories. This is Jin. Does anyone still enjoy Jin? I still do. He crazy boy, cut you all up in the name of love and safety, smiling all the while, vanquish his wild worries, then watch the moon rise.

Not Sahrek Tamret, he registered numbly, but Jin Sehashi. He had a dagger in one hand, and curved blade that seemed to rest on the back of his other hand. He took a step towards Andolin, and Andolin involuntarily took a step back. He felt as if something had pushed him. Something cold and awful.
"You should never have come here," the man said in a surprisingly gentle tone. "You had so many opportunities to leave. Andolin Gaspare, why didn't you take them?"
Andolin tried to make some sort of answer, but couldn't. He didn't have an answer anyway; he couldn't even process the question. The words were so much noise in a room full of corpses and blood in unlikely places. He couldn't get past the fact that the killer had done it all so quickly. He had ripped all of these men apart *so quickly.*
The killer closed his eyes as if he were tired, or perhaps thoughtful. He kept them closed for a long enough time that it would have been possible for Andolin to use the dagger that he still had in his hand--even for him to throw it--but he didn't bother. The idea did occur to him, but so did the knowledge that he would miss. His hands were shaking. His whole body was shaking. He felt that he was in the slow-moving reality of a dream.
"You should never have involved yourself with my brother," the killer said. He opened his eyes, and in them, Andolin saw almost childlike resentment. "What you do with Sahrek or anyone else, I suppose, is your own business. But why would you ask for death by threatening my brother? Why would you do that?" He suddenly ran his hands up his face and through his hair in a gesture of frustration, and laughed as if he simply could not believe the situation. The bloody knife on his hand left a streak of blood in his hair. "I don't understand it, Gaspare. Why would anyone do that?"


Jin!