Daily sketch blog, because daily projects have worked out so well in the past....

 

Day 245/365
A warrior woman with some bitchin’ skeleton armor.
This was originally one of my satyrs but that didn’t quite happen. Over her back is like a rain slicked kind of poncho/cape made out of twigs. Maybe she has some type of shield or had a shield. She’s apparently been gouged and sliced a few times.
Keep your drawing hand strong, I have some stuff I want to read, then maybe I’ll work on fixing up art for my other sketchbook. I also have 2 colors of ink, maybe if I work hard I can do special editions of my sketchbooks….I have just more than 2 weeks…fuuuuuck.

Day 245/365

A warrior woman with some bitchin’ skeleton armor.

This was originally one of my satyrs but that didn’t quite happen. Over her back is like a rain slicked kind of poncho/cape made out of twigs. Maybe she has some type of shield or had a shield. She’s apparently been gouged and sliced a few times.

Keep your drawing hand strong, I have some stuff I want to read, then maybe I’ll work on fixing up art for my other sketchbook. I also have 2 colors of ink, maybe if I work hard I can do special editions of my sketchbooks….I have just more than 2 weeks…fuuuuuck.

Day 244/365
A life changing moment for my Lady Knight, Frida.
The framing is important, seeing her face and identifying with her and the faceless assailant.
I mentioned in my first bit of speculative story building that she killed the squire who bought her from her family. I’ve known since then that he tried to rape her and she killed him with his sword. I feel I’ve drawn this before but I never shared it.
Here’s some story! Warning, attempted rape!!
The night Frieds was bought from her family she was quiet. She watched how the knight the boy was squire to treated him. The knight seemed dismissive and ignored her after looking her over once. She balked whenever the quire tried to pull her close but she heartily ate the bread and this stew provided for dinner. The knight had the squire cleaning and going over his kit after dinner. He worked in silence in the stable, after he had banged out the worst of the dents and gotten the armor back into some sort of shape he gave the metal to Frieda to polish. She worked fast but had the armor gleaming. She had polished metal at jeweler’s and did what she could to make the armor look presentable.
That evening she pushed some of the cleaner straw together to make a bed and laid down on her space pants rolled like a pillow. just before she fell asleep she heard the squire moving around in socked feet, his boots had clattered to the floor shocking the horses into shuffling in their stalls.  She settled, cold without a blanket or the warmth of her family around her.
A rough hand roller her onto her back and she looked up to see the squire without pants or under clothes over her, before she could make a noise he punched her face and tore her shirt to reveal her young and barely developed breasts. Frida cried and tasted salty blood starting to drip from her nose as the squire kissed her while forcing her britches down. She struggled, striking his cheek. He laughed at her weak hit before slamming his fist into her eye, it immediately swelled close and she scrambled trying to get away. Her fingers found one of the knight’s swords he has tasked the squire to sharpen and polish. Frida  kicked at the squire to get him away but her legs were tangled in her britches and he forced them open so he could get to her. He didn’t notice she had gotten the sword free from it’s scabbard before he pressed his body onto the upwardly angled blade helping her drive it into his torso just under his ribcage. The squire cursed her as his blood started to seep from his wound in bright unexpected ribbons.
Frida looked as his face as his features shifted from violent arousal and slumped in pain. She was gasping in fear, pain and shock as his body fell on hers. She pushed him off and pulled the sword from the slowly twitching body her breath ragged and loud. The horses were making noise, someone would be there soon to see what the commotion was about. They’d see the body and they’d know who had killed him. She’d be sentenced to death for killing a royal squire. Frida was hyperventilating at this point, she looked at the bloody sword as the blood was darkening. She wiped the blade off on the dead squire’s shirt and tried to calm herself while approaching the nearest horse, but there was too much blood on her, the horse only got more agitated  when she tried to approach the stall.
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Aaaand scene!
I haven’t written prose in a while, and I don’t think i’ve ever written an assault. Frida’s around 10 when this happens and the squire is probably 16 or 17. It’s okay, he was a shitty squire, I mean, he bought a child, not to do work or be helpful but to rape until he bored of her.
She’s not strong because she survived this attempted assault. She’s physically strong from her years of farm work and working whatever odd jobs should could manage to find. She’d heard her older siblings talking about sex and has seen it and when this started happening she had an idea about it and didn’t want it. She shys away from sexual and physical intimacy for years after this, and being the only female squire around means that others are after her often and she’s often in trouble with her knight for getting into fights and injuring handsy squires who are now missing fingers.
Frida and Sal work in part because she realizes he can’t physically dominate her, she chooses him, but she also finds him interesting and better company than other physically weak men and princes. Also, you know, she saved him. He is at first infatuated because she saved him then later once they’ve interacted more he really falls in love with her and waits for her to accept him.
Would that have happened? Probably not but this is my story dammit! She went through some shit. She doesn’t became outwardly dominant in her sexuality from this experience, she becomes a defiant fighter and kind of shuts down from being a sexual being to protect her peace of mind.
M’kay, keep your drawing hand strong, and your writing fingers on point. I’ll be back tomorrow with something new.

Day 244/365

A life changing moment for my Lady Knight, Frida.

The framing is important, seeing her face and identifying with her and the faceless assailant.

I mentioned in my first bit of speculative story building that she killed the squire who bought her from her family. I’ve known since then that he tried to rape her and she killed him with his sword. I feel I’ve drawn this before but I never shared it.

Here’s some story! Warning, attempted rape!!

The night Frieds was bought from her family she was quiet. She watched how the knight the boy was squire to treated him. The knight seemed dismissive and ignored her after looking her over once. She balked whenever the quire tried to pull her close but she heartily ate the bread and this stew provided for dinner. The knight had the squire cleaning and going over his kit after dinner. He worked in silence in the stable, after he had banged out the worst of the dents and gotten the armor back into some sort of shape he gave the metal to Frieda to polish. She worked fast but had the armor gleaming. She had polished metal at jeweler’s and did what she could to make the armor look presentable.

That evening she pushed some of the cleaner straw together to make a bed and laid down on her space pants rolled like a pillow. just before she fell asleep she heard the squire moving around in socked feet, his boots had clattered to the floor shocking the horses into shuffling in their stalls.  She settled, cold without a blanket or the warmth of her family around her.

A rough hand roller her onto her back and she looked up to see the squire without pants or under clothes over her, before she could make a noise he punched her face and tore her shirt to reveal her young and barely developed breasts. Frida cried and tasted salty blood starting to drip from her nose as the squire kissed her while forcing her britches down. She struggled, striking his cheek. He laughed at her weak hit before slamming his fist into her eye, it immediately swelled close and she scrambled trying to get away. Her fingers found one of the knight’s swords he has tasked the squire to sharpen and polish. Frida  kicked at the squire to get him away but her legs were tangled in her britches and he forced them open so he could get to her. He didn’t notice she had gotten the sword free from it’s scabbard before he pressed his body onto the upwardly angled blade helping her drive it into his torso just under his ribcage. The squire cursed her as his blood started to seep from his wound in bright unexpected ribbons.

Frida looked as his face as his features shifted from violent arousal and slumped in pain. She was gasping in fear, pain and shock as his body fell on hers. She pushed him off and pulled the sword from the slowly twitching body her breath ragged and loud. The horses were making noise, someone would be there soon to see what the commotion was about. They’d see the body and they’d know who had killed him. She’d be sentenced to death for killing a royal squire. Frida was hyperventilating at this point, she looked at the bloody sword as the blood was darkening. She wiped the blade off on the dead squire’s shirt and tried to calm herself while approaching the nearest horse, but there was too much blood on her, the horse only got more agitated  when she tried to approach the stall.

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Aaaand scene!

I haven’t written prose in a while, and I don’t think i’ve ever written an assault. Frida’s around 10 when this happens and the squire is probably 16 or 17. It’s okay, he was a shitty squire, I mean, he bought a child, not to do work or be helpful but to rape until he bored of her.

She’s not strong because she survived this attempted assault. She’s physically strong from her years of farm work and working whatever odd jobs should could manage to find. She’d heard her older siblings talking about sex and has seen it and when this started happening she had an idea about it and didn’t want it. She shys away from sexual and physical intimacy for years after this, and being the only female squire around means that others are after her often and she’s often in trouble with her knight for getting into fights and injuring handsy squires who are now missing fingers.

Frida and Sal work in part because she realizes he can’t physically dominate her, she chooses him, but she also finds him interesting and better company than other physically weak men and princes. Also, you know, she saved him. He is at first infatuated because she saved him then later once they’ve interacted more he really falls in love with her and waits for her to accept him.

Would that have happened? Probably not but this is my story dammit! She went through some shit. She doesn’t became outwardly dominant in her sexuality from this experience, she becomes a defiant fighter and kind of shuts down from being a sexual being to protect her peace of mind.

M’kay, keep your drawing hand strong, and your writing fingers on point. I’ll be back tomorrow with something new.

Day 243/365
Here we have young Prince Salvador knowing that the path expected of him in far from the path he should be taking.
i had something sexier with him and Frieda but I need more space so I decided them as kids! He’s probably around 10 or 11 here, he was always small for his age and not muscular enough for armor training.  His king father had hopes that his second son would be of some use, the first was perfect in every way and is well on his track to becoming the next king, but wayward arrows and what have you can still happen.
I’m not sure how I feel about my art right now, but I guess things are evolving and until they get to their next stopping point I’ll be unsure of my art. But I really haven’t drawn much recently. I dunno, but going back to ball point pen has been nice. I love it’s permancy but also the sketchy and pencil like quality I can get from one pen without having to get a fine liner or brush pen to finish the sketch.

M’kay, keep your drawing hand strong, I’ll have something new tomorrow.

Day 243/365

Here we have young Prince Salvador knowing that the path expected of him in far from the path he should be taking.

i had something sexier with him and Frieda but I need more space so I decided them as kids! He’s probably around 10 or 11 here, he was always small for his age and not muscular enough for armor training.  His king father had hopes that his second son would be of some use, the first was perfect in every way and is well on his track to becoming the next king, but wayward arrows and what have you can still happen.

I’m not sure how I feel about my art right now, but I guess things are evolving and until they get to their next stopping point I’ll be unsure of my art. But I really haven’t drawn much recently. I dunno, but going back to ball point pen has been nice. I love it’s permancy but also the sketchy and pencil like quality I can get from one pen without having to get a fine liner or brush pen to finish the sketch.

M’kay, keep your drawing hand strong, I’ll have something new tomorrow.

Day 242/365
It’s Camazotz, my interpretation of thethe Mayan culture version, not the Wrinkle in Time character.
I decided to draw some type of creature/monster and it was a nice chance to look up non-European/Grecian/Roman/Mesopotanian creatures.
I looked up ‘American monsters’ and this was a part of a list of Native American and Mexican creatures.
Camazotz is a creature of death, night and sacrifice, according to wikipedia.  From the site I found this creature on, pregnant Mexican women would offer sacrifices to various bat gods for safe pregnancies and births. They were apparently like gatekeepers between life and the underworld.
Apparently opinions are torn, but they’re man shaped with the heads and wings of bats. I kind of wanted this guy to feel more muscular so these wings would be more useful. I wish he came off bulkier but I didn’t have much space to work with.

Day 242/365

It’s Camazotz, my interpretation of thethe Mayan culture version, not the Wrinkle in Time character.

I decided to draw some type of creature/monster and it was a nice chance to look up non-European/Grecian/Roman/Mesopotanian creatures.

I looked up ‘American monsters’ and this was a part of a list of Native American and Mexican creatures.

Camazotz is a creature of death, night and sacrifice, according to wikipediaFrom the site I found this creature on, pregnant Mexican women would offer sacrifices to various bat gods for safe pregnancies and births. They were apparently like gatekeepers between life and the underworld.

Apparently opinions are torn, but they’re man shaped with the heads and wings of bats. I kind of wanted this guy to feel more muscular so these wings would be more useful. I wish he came off bulkier but I didn’t have much space to work with.

Day 241/365
Happy birthday, Michael Jackson!
As a little kid the music video for Thriller scared me so much I couldn’t listen to the song. So of course when I grew out of that and my little sister wanted to watch something scary I showed her the music video for Thriller and she was terrified. But the video messed me up so much that I couldn’t listen to the song for a while. I don’t remember when or why it stopped bothering me. i’m still not a fan of horror movies but I can watch them. 
That said, I always liked the genre of thrillers, just not the song.
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Man, I’m so fucking worn out today. I to sleep in a bit after going in early thursday and having a long day. I started off ehh and it went to shit pretty quickly. We didn’t leave on the field trip at the intended time, Chuck E Cheese is a horrible place to take a field trip, or we need to lay down field trip rules for a place like that. It sucked the biggest balls. Then when we were getting ready to leave the walking time ball of a kid, let’s call him K, pitched a fit delaying us from leaving after everyone else delayed us in getting back because they wanted to count their tickets. I fucking swear, I’m never going to Chuck E Cheese with any of our camps ever again, it’s far too big of a pain. Today my boss say down with K’s mom, which happens about every other week, he let her know that he has one more chance. If he throws one more tantrum he’s out. We’re not the first tae kwon do place to give up on him, and until he gets the help he needs for whatever his brain’s doing, we won’t be the last day care to say ‘enough’. Even on his best behaviour he’s okay, like a 6. But a bunch of us are ready to quit over his shit, enough is fucking enough.
I’m glad summer camp is over, I’m glad I get to go back to my usual schedule and rhythm of work on Tuesday. I glad I’m meeting with a friend on Monday and I hope nothing happens to ruin those plans. I’m dead. Time to watch more Bob’s Burgers then go to sleep.
Keep your drawing hand strong, I’ll be back tomorrow with something new.

Day 241/365

Happy birthday, Michael Jackson!

As a little kid the music video for Thriller scared me so much I couldn’t listen to the song. So of course when I grew out of that and my little sister wanted to watch something scary I showed her the music video for Thriller and she was terrified. But the video messed me up so much that I couldn’t listen to the song for a while. I don’t remember when or why it stopped bothering me. i’m still not a fan of horror movies but I can watch them. 

That said, I always liked the genre of thrillers, just not the song.

Man, I’m so fucking worn out today. I to sleep in a bit after going in early thursday and having a long day. I started off ehh and it went to shit pretty quickly. We didn’t leave on the field trip at the intended time, Chuck E Cheese is a horrible place to take a field trip, or we need to lay down field trip rules for a place like that. It sucked the biggest balls. Then when we were getting ready to leave the walking time ball of a kid, let’s call him K, pitched a fit delaying us from leaving after everyone else delayed us in getting back because they wanted to count their tickets. I fucking swear, I’m never going to Chuck E Cheese with any of our camps ever again, it’s far too big of a pain. Today my boss say down with K’s mom, which happens about every other week, he let her know that he has one more chance. If he throws one more tantrum he’s out. We’re not the first tae kwon do place to give up on him, and until he gets the help he needs for whatever his brain’s doing, we won’t be the last day care to say ‘enough’. Even on his best behaviour he’s okay, like a 6. But a bunch of us are ready to quit over his shit, enough is fucking enough.

I’m glad summer camp is over, I’m glad I get to go back to my usual schedule and rhythm of work on Tuesday. I glad I’m meeting with a friend on Monday and I hope nothing happens to ruin those plans. I’m dead. Time to watch more Bob’s Burgers then go to sleep.

Keep your drawing hand strong, I’ll be back tomorrow with something new.

Day 240/365
Ben is weak to this booty game.
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i went out and the first thing I thought of was someone praising/respecting the booty. Originally this was Darren but I decided Benjamin would be more fun, especially after him looking like a goddamn stud the other day.
So yeah, booty. Respect the booty.
i’m beat. keep your drawing hand strong. but Smut Peddler 204, I’m not in it but it’s my favorite thing right now.  I’ll be back tomorrow with something new.

Day 240/365

Ben is weak to this booty game.

i went out and the first thing I thought of was someone praising/respecting the booty. Originally this was Darren but I decided Benjamin would be more fun, especially after him looking like a goddamn stud the other day.

So yeah, booty. Respect the booty.

i’m beat. keep your drawing hand strong. but Smut Peddler 204, I’m not in it but it’s my favorite thing right now.  I’ll be back tomorrow with something new.

Day 239/365
How I feel tonight figuring out my book layout.
I know quarter sized books are difficult to layout, but I keep doing them and fucking up, but I think I figured it out this time. I sure as fuck hope I did because I really, really want to smash my computer right now.
The side by side is the easy part, I’m having issues figuring out the flip on the pages and how to make the pages work without the cover because the cover will be different and not computer printed.
I always forget how much of a hassle book layout is. I wish I could just send my images to someone, they’d lay it out and print it for me and then I’d send them the cover and they’d staple everything, but I can’t afford that, especially not for books I’m planning on giving away. If I sold them they’d probably be a buck or two. Maybe. Let’s see how many I have after SPX and if it’s worth it for feasible to print them again.
I’ll be proud and happy when they’re done but right now I wish I did give myself this work.
this tutorial I used because I forgot how books work.
Okay, I’m done. I’ll be back tomorrow with something new. Keep your drawing hand strong and don’t pull out your hair in anger and frustration.

Day 239/365

How I feel tonight figuring out my book layout.

I know quarter sized books are difficult to layout, but I keep doing them and fucking up, but I think I figured it out this time. I sure as fuck hope I did because I really, really want to smash my computer right now.

The side by side is the easy part, I’m having issues figuring out the flip on the pages and how to make the pages work without the cover because the cover will be different and not computer printed.

I always forget how much of a hassle book layout is. I wish I could just send my images to someone, they’d lay it out and print it for me and then I’d send them the cover and they’d staple everything, but I can’t afford that, especially not for books I’m planning on giving away. If I sold them they’d probably be a buck or two. Maybe. Let’s see how many I have after SPX and if it’s worth it for feasible to print them again.

I’ll be proud and happy when they’re done but right now I wish I did give myself this work.

this tutorial I used because I forgot how books work.

Okay, I’m done. I’ll be back tomorrow with something new. Keep your drawing hand strong and don’t pull out your hair in anger and frustration.

Day 238/365
Benjamin as a lounging Chippendale.
Man, I haven’t drawn Beefcake in a long time, I’m pretty happy with this, Benjamin’s face isn’t bad.  I feel as if  his hair is more trimmed than usual, but like hell would he be shaved as a twink. Ugh, never.
I referenced his pose from here, and added pants and his collar with bowtie after looking up Chippendale costumes.
Why aren’t Chippendales referenced more? Everyone knows about Playboy Bunnies, but what about men prancing abound in minimal clothes for women? Also, all the references were white dudes, Chippendales need to get some color (or google a better collection of images) also hair, they look cold while being so hot.
what?
Keep your drawing hand strong, I need to eat ANYTHING!!! And finish going over my last 30+ daily sketches before I figure out how to make a book in MS5…

Day 238/365

Benjamin as a lounging Chippendale.

Man, I haven’t drawn Beefcake in a long time, I’m pretty happy with this, Benjamin’s face isn’t bad.  I feel as if  his hair is more trimmed than usual, but like hell would he be shaved as a twink. Ugh, never.

I referenced his pose from here, and added pants and his collar with bowtie after looking up Chippendale costumes.

Why aren’t Chippendales referenced more? Everyone knows about Playboy Bunnies, but what about men prancing abound in minimal clothes for women? Also, all the references were white dudes, Chippendales need to get some color (or google a better collection of images) also hair, they look cold while being so hot.

what?

Keep your drawing hand strong, I need to eat ANYTHING!!! And finish going over my last 30+ daily sketches before I figure out how to make a book in MS5…

Day 237/365
Petyr can’t exactly look for himself on TV, but he does enjoy watching the media circus running around after he’s finished a job.
I’m working on making my books for spx and kicking myself for not doing this last week, damn my lazy ass. I’m not tabling, but I do want to have some new books to pass around, and I’ll probably have my last few copies of my comics from 2 years ago. I’m preparing some sketch books to pass out because I haven’t been writing much recently.
Keep your drawing hand strong, here’s to mine being stronger tomorrow.

Day 237/365

Petyr can’t exactly look for himself on TV, but he does enjoy watching the media circus running around after he’s finished a job.

I’m working on making my books for spx and kicking myself for not doing this last week, damn my lazy ass. I’m not tabling, but I do want to have some new books to pass around, and I’ll probably have my last few copies of my comics from 2 years ago. I’m preparing some sketch books to pass out because I haven’t been writing much recently.

Keep your drawing hand strong, here’s to mine being stronger tomorrow.

day 236/365
Vinnie the demon and a litter of demon-dog puppies.
I pretty much just copied this photo.
There was a SuperArtFight live stream tonight, I doodled along! Round: One - Two - Three - Four - Five!!! I think my round 2 sketch is the best one of the night.
M’kay, keep your drawing hand strong, I’ll be back tomorrow with something new…better.

day 236/365

Vinnie the demon and a litter of demon-dog puppies.

I pretty much just copied this photo.

There was a SuperArtFight live stream tonight, I doodled along! Round: One - Two - Three - Four - Five!!! I think my round 2 sketch is the best one of the night.

M’kay, keep your drawing hand strong, I’ll be back tomorrow with something new…better.