This Art Is Dedicated To The Kid I Once Was... The One Who Didn't Give Up...

I don’t know why, but I generally like the design and working methods of old technology.

This is probably because any old technique was made by people for people... that is, with soul.

Which makes Vox's situation seem rather deplorable to me...

Is it generally normal when you don’t want to do anything for a week or even more, but one day, after a panic attack, you manage to do almost everything?

Or is this a short story about how instead of one piece of art, while I was watching the walkthrough of all parts of “Ice Scream” for the 100500+ times to come to my senses, I drew three (and almost all of the work for the university)…

And I still want to hug Rod as tightly as possible!

\(П∆П)/

«Still, with so much of life left up to chance, you can't help but look back and wonder, what if things had been different?» - J.D. [Scrubs] (s03ep16)

No matter how old this show is, it's still one of the best I've ever watched (and still re-watch from time to time)!

Due to successfully passing two exams on the same day, I didn’t have time to post this art for Christmas, but I’m doing it now:

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you!)

Also I'm just wondering, if I digitally draw more erotic art for the dakimakura, would anyone make a pillowcase with that print?)

Like, if so, can you send a photo later? (For what? For rofl, for fun!)

Actually, at first I wanted to post another art, but inspiration came to me, and Basil grew in my "garden-blog" faster than others...

I promise that I will try to post the other two arts as soon as possible, but in the meantime, here is a sweet pie that is currently helping me overcome my art block and the stress of studying at Uni!)~

Frankenweenie (2012) favourite scene. 

Based on real events.

"Just a dream."

I had a dream.

Ten years have passed since that moment, but I remember perfectly how, when I woke up, I thought "what a strangely detailed dream..."

And I decided to remember it.

I don't remember how old I was in that dream, but I must have been about twelve.

My mom took me to a ball at someone's estate located on a hill... But we weren't invited. So, when we approached the high wrought-iron fence, we had to creep as unobtrusively as possible through the hole formed between the fence and the crumbled earth.

We walked through the garden, then, because I was younger and smaller, my mother asked me to climb through a narrow channel between two slabs to open the door for her. It was cramped, and when I had to somehow roll over on my back to get out, I was ready to panic and just come back, but I managed.

A few minutes later, when we were both inside, Mom left somewhere. I didn't know what to do: I was in a strange place, I didn't want to be here, at any moment anyone could suspect that I shouldn't be here, and I could be kicked out of the estate, if not worse...

So I decided to do the only thing that came to mind - hide nearby.

To the left of the main staircase, I saw an almost unlit corridor. There was no one there. I chose the first door and went in without looking inside...

When I turned around, I saw a small room and a girl of about eight or so with light golden curly hair tied in a high tight ponytail. She was preening herself in front of the mirror, sitting, it seems, in a peach-pink dress. It must have been some kind of dressing room, at least that's what I thought.

When she saw me in the mirror, she turned to me. I don't remember what she said exactly, but as far as I understand, she confused me with one of the new servants, and then ordered me to help her with makeup.

In order not to stand out, I decided to try it, even though I didn't know how to do it. I applied powder, lipstick, a little blush and eye shadow with eyeliner... I didn't know what I was doing, but I relied on the old advice, "do as you feel." That's what I did.

Even in her opinion, it turned out well, but...

When I first started, I thought she was one of "these," those spoiled rich girls with high self-esteem. But in the middle, she looked me over and suddenly asked me about life or something.

I stopped and looked at her with suppressed fear. She just narrowed her dark amber eyes slyly and smiled. I got caught.

I didn't know what to do... And I answered honestly.

The rest of the time, while I was finishing her makeup, she asked me about life outside the walls of the estate, about music, my hobbies. And even when I was done, she kept asking and I kept answering her.

And then, someone called her from behind the door, and she left. I didn't stay long either, and when I left the room, I saw my mother. She noticed me and signaled that it was time to leave.

I don't remember how we left, except that we crawled through the same gap we entered through.

And I woke up.

I wouldn't have remembered this dream for a very long time if I hadn't seen its continuation a couple of days ago.

It all started almost the same way: a gap between the fence and the crumbled earth, only now there was another small net. Apparently, the hill gradually crumbled. The same manor and the manhole to the door.

Just like the first time, mom went somewhere, I think to the bathroom, but I wasn't afraid.

I walked resolutely towards the door, although I was only just remembering my first visit.

I saw my reflection in the big mirror among the crowd of guests. I got older. I looked to be about twenty.

When I reached the familiar door, I opened it without thinking twice.

That girl... No, the lady with the charming baby face was already sitting in front of the mirror, trying to do her makeup, but... She wasn't alone in the room.

On the sofa in the corner lay another girl with jet-black eyes and hair in a purple dress, she seemed to be reading something. When she saw me, she just rolled her eyes and went back to reading. I was at a loss, but I also decided not to pay attention.

At this time, a girl with golden hair suddenly got up from her place in front of the mirror and came up to me, asking about my education.

This question confused me: I didn't know what kind of education I had in this dream. Or maybe I'm working? For some reason, without hesitation, I answered about my real specialty.

She narrowed her eyes slyly, and I realized she was testing me! And I think I gave the right answer.

I winked at her, she winked at me, and she returns to her place in front of the mirror, asking me to work on my hair today, and I, straightening up, approach from behind, starting to untangle her too tight ponytail.

A new round of "questions and answers" about life outside the walls of the estate began, which I and she were undoubtedly happy about.

While I was brushing her golden hair, another girl was called from behind the door, and she left with a heavy sigh.

Instantly, the first one turned around on a wedge and wrapped me in a tight hug.

It's only now that I realized that if I used to be a head taller than her, now I'm almost one and a half times!

- I missed you so much! - She said.

- You recognized me after all. - I repeated my thoughts.

- Of course!

And as before, the two of us sat in front of the mirror while I did her makeup, and she asked me questions...

Until she asked how I was doing. It was a simple question, but, didn't know why, I suddenly hugged her and burst into tears on her shoulder, telling her how tired I was lately... And she just hugged me and stroked my back, trying to calm me down and repeating "everything is fine".

But in fact, what stopped me was the thought that I, a guy under two meters tall, was crying into a little girl's shoulder...

The "Knight" is crying on the shoulder of the "Princess"...

What a shame.

When I calmed down, I heard my mother's voice from behind the door. She seemed to be walking through all the corridors, hoping to find me. I was about to say goodbye to the "little princess" when she pulled me into her arms again. I couldn't find anything better to do than to respond to them.

- Goodbye. – she said with sadness in her voice.

- More like "see you next time". - I whispered, leaning down and kissing her on the top of her head.

I came out from behind the door, and mom immediately turned around and saw me.

Together we walked back to that gap in the fence through the garden. This time, the estate was patrolled by huge cats. Mom said she'd like to take one with us, but they're sentries, so we can't.

As I passed two of them, I nodded at them. But they didn't seem to pay attention, only their ears twitched in the opposite direction, after which the cats rushed in the direction of the source of the noise.

While I was already holding the fencing net and waiting for my mother to crawl through, I heard someone’s voice. It looked like one of the cats had caught the thief and was now lecturing him... I thought it was strange, because we were also unwanted guests, but they didn't react to us.

When mom crawled through, I turned around one last time and saw that "Princess" in the window of the estate.

I didn't know her name. I didn't know how to react to the fact that she saw us, but I decided to trust my gut and just bowed slightly. In response, I saw her curtsy, also saying goodbye to me.

After that, I turned around and followed my mother, probably, home.

That's when I woke up.

I hope that in another ten years we will meet again.

"KEEP CALM AND LOVE YOUR PLUSHIE HUSBAND."

He made this art literally "with one hand"! I'm so proud of him! <3

Yesterday I made drawings of a human's facial muscles in art class, but since I finished the fastest, the rest of the time I just watched reviews of games and made sketches... Actually, here it is.)

I don't know if anyone has already noticed this or not, but...

I love so damn much that sometimes you can still see the old versions of the characters in the background!

Like, imagine that in the second part of this photo, Vox still looks like his 2018 version..!)

Now I thought a little and came to the conclusion that Vox and Alastor are two idiots who literally cannot exist without each other, because they are like two sides of the same coin:

Vox, as if "seeing nothing" around him, strives into the future, and Alastor seems to be "tied" to the way it was before.

"But life does not stand still, and that is its stability..."

Their behaviors are two of the most common behaviors in situations where someone has been traumatized and is no longer able to "live in the here and now."

But, if one day they, as MORALLY ADULT individuals, sat down opposite each other at the negotiating table and, without shouting, arguing and being honest with themselves, finally discussed, if not everything, but a lot, then their "personal Hell" would have ceased be like that.

Because only they can truly help each other. Only together can they, remembering and respecting the past, move on through life without fear and confidently...)

"Going to somewhere else. Going to the Great Perhaps."