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 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 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 III Response

Thought process:
...is that a lamp? (...yes, yes it is.)
Alternatively titled: is that lamp...floating? (yes, it is.)
Alternatively titled: Oh Jesus, why is it following me? (because it lurves you.)

I would just like to say that this was great fun to do, and if I hadn't left it last minute I would have had a whole army of lamps following me :D

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."

FFFFFFFFFFFFFF *hides*

PROMPT II: [WEEKLY] Home/Comfort

This is the second prompt, for a WEEKLY challenge. The month-long theme is of course still going on. Bear in mind that because these are weekly, less is being demanded of you (pretend like anything was being demanded of you in the first place). Sketches and doodles are welcome, as always.

"Home" and "Comfort". They don't always equal one another. What is home to you? What comforts you? Is home a feeling, a person, an object, or a construct?

Again, be as literal or metaphorical as you like. There are no limits.

Your deadline is DECEMBER SEVENTH.

PROMPT I: Winter Journey

It is after midnight (central time)! You know what this means, all!

Now the moon through fog that shivers
Makes its way across the night,
Soaking melancholy meadows
In a melancholy light.

Down the road through dismal winter,
My quick carriage carries on
Where the sleigh-bell's tuneless tinkle
Is a numbing monotone.

Notes familiar in the music
Of the coachman's winding song
Go from debonair carousal
To lamenting lovers' wrong.

Neither hut nor glowing window....
Snow and hinterland... My eye
Merely marks the ciphered mileposts
Coming close and going by.

_{- alexander pushkin, full-length poem here}

This prompt is entirely OPTIONAL. It is the first one, so please, absolutely do NOT stress out over it. Make as small and minimalistic a sketch, or as elaborate of a piece, as you like. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO ILLUSTRATE THE POEM! It is just there as a simple prompt and you can contort it to your own means and destroy its original meaning if you want.

And... Go! The deadline is DECEMBER 31st.

QUESTION FOR YOU: Do you want just the monthly prompt, or would you like some weekly ones going on as well now/later on? You would not be pressured to do these, just there for funsies.