Prompt VIII Response

Ciaran hasn't put up the new prompt, SOOOOOOOOOOOO I'm assuming/taking advantage that its still open. 8|


Sorry for the messy/overdone photoshop. School and work and homework and life keeps crapping on me. :( I luckily sketched/inked this last week but then spaced out on it. Poo.
Kind of self explanatory, I think? These are characters from one of my graphic novel idears (oh boy, ANOTHER spin-off of Alice in Wonderland...).
...pleasedon'tusearuleragainstthis. :(

...lol@tags.

Prompt VIII Response

took the extension time to do an alternate interpretation:

_{because some labyrinths don't have walls.
because sometimes one still needs help to get out of them.}

Prompt VIII Response

_{...hi my name is Kat and I really need to start doing happier pictures .___.}

Prompt VII Response

Does anyone else see a pattern to this weeks submissions? Everyone's character is nude. I wonder if this means anything. *thinking pose*
Anyways, I already did a pic featuring my phobias, so now for something completely different!

Featuring my OC, Rev. His greatest phobia is bodies of water (lakes, rivers, oceans, etc.), and by association, drowning. It does not help that he's immortal, so if he is weighed down and dropped in the ocean, he basically dies over and over again. Not fun.

Prompt VI Response

I
I DON'T EVEN

A couple years ago me and some friends made this derpy superhero universe. One of the archnemesis..'s of the three "superheroes" was Toy Soldier, who was actually a guy who worked in a hobby shop the main heroes messed with a lot, and he could make toys come to life and shit. And they totally knew each others secret identities but they're too retarded to you know, make use of that. They just liked to go into each others work places and be all "HURR HURR YOU ARE DUMB I'MA KILL YOU LATER. AFTER I GET OFF WORK AND GO HOME AND EAT DINNER AND FEED MY PETS IDK MAYBE TOMORROW INSTEAD. IS THAT GOOD FOR YOU?"

Basically my train of thought was: doomsday device = super heroes = really ridiculous villains with weather machines = this retarded universe = toy soldier with DOOMSDAY TOY (which was going to be like Voltron or some shit but turned into Raggedy Ann IDKKKK)

Prompt I Response

Gabrielle is a witch traveling to nowhere, searching for a home.
Luckily, she is not alone.

Have a good New Year's Eve/Day, people <3

Prompt V Response

"When I woke up on the train..."

...yes, the lamp is still following me.
Hello, my name is Kat and I'm a smartass :D

Prompt IV Response

She is Herself, a newer face in my sketches.
She never speaks, and keeps to herself, and wanders the land contemplating what this world was and what it has become.

Doodle inspired by listening to the prompt song on repeat for about three hours and looking at way too many Brian Froud pictures :|
Please note that this character is not nearly as depressed as she looks.
(textures were created by talented people.)

Prompt IV Response

Our last morning was peaceful. The animals had laid down and died the night before, and from my windowsill I could see them in the fields- sheep, horses, cats, even flocks of birds, who had laid upon the earth to fall asleep and had never gotten up again. The morning dew had pushed up innumerable flowers around them, as if to say "goodbye, goodbye, goodbye," and I smiled and whispered my own farewells along with them.

You have all been so good to me. You have been such good friends. I will always think of you so fondly.

The sky was beginning to melt like butter across the mountains and the valleys, and there was no suffering where it fell, golden, soft, and silent. Heaven was coming down to meet me, and I nodded and let a tear roll down my cheek.

There will never be another day like this one.

Prompt III Response

Haha, the image first made me think of this story I never worked on but still love to death. It was about Neverland (kind of) and how the Lost Children (not just boys) don't believe in the "real world" and think adults are just make-believe.

I might work on this more tomorrow in Photoshop, but yeah. Blah blah blah, sketch.

Prompt II Response

It was hard to do something for this when at the moment, I feel unwelcome at home, and any attempt at comfort is uncomfortable. I end up really cherishing my time alone, even if it's for an hour or two. I connect better with my animals than with my own family, and I've been getting comfort in the unconditional love they show me.

Oh man, I swear I will do something that does not suck for other prompts ffffffffffffffffail

Prompt II Response

I find comfort in almost being somewhere, whether it's my home in Sorrento, the UVic Residences, or visiting a friend elsewhere. The possibility of finding exactly what you're looking for exists and you know for certain that everything will be wonderful and fantastic.
It's the same feeling I get from walking under orangey city lights alone at night with their light reflected in the sky above me, or standing by the ocean, or listening to "Solsbury Hill." This sense that life is beautiful and perfect and that I can do or be anything I want.
Anyway this is pretty much the hills just before you get into Kamloops, where my parents were picking me up after I came home at reading break. The lights of the city were reflected in the clouds overhead and everything felt huge and exciting.
(Sorry it's so terrible; I'm not really used to digital media and I only just found out my scanner doesn't work.)

Prompt II Response

This is a comfort to me:
It's two in the morning and I'm alone in my apartment. And all of a sudden I realize how alone I am. But it's too late to phone anyone. No one is online to talk to. I don't have any friends in this city. All of my friends and family are on the other side of the Rocky Mountains.
So I open up a Word document, take a dive into my subconscious, and have a conversation with a voice in my head instead.
Taken is a very down to earth character, and he listens, and he consoles.
I know he isn't real. But sometimes I really, really wish he was.

Am I the only one who sometimes wishes a particular character was real?
Is it just me?

Prompt II Response from Machi

Machinari here, breaking in and probably messing up. >< I have no idea who the speaker is, but he's probably either bald, or a nudist with a mohawk. Yay inspiration...? Um.

"There aren't many comforts around for people like us. We gave up our homes a long time ago, escaping the cities and human company in favor of the unexplored jungles, where civilized men would never dream of walking. There is death there, they say, as the metallic cities siphon away their spirits and leave them there, nothing more than plodding masses of warm flesh where a human once stood.

Somehow, we find jungle death far more appealing. Out there, we at least know when we're dead. For the city-dwellers, it could take years, decades, whatever, oblivious as they are. They walk along their routine for their whole lives without realizing that they have none. Their ways suit them, and ours suit us. For them, home is security, comfort is monotony, happiness is sleep. It isn't a dishonorable life, but not one that we could ever be a part of.

For us, home is wherever we can see the wind ruffle the feathers of our falcons, or seeing the moon in its cold glory. Comfort is a successful hunt, or living through another day. Happiness is wading into the stream when the fish are thick, or the wildness in running beneath our companions as they dive, the beast from land and beast from air. It's different, it's living, it's feeling hot blood pounding through our veins, blood that has stagnated within our 'civilized' counterparts. It's freedom that's home for us, and death before I give it up."

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