Damn I Am Pretty Art Laboratories

Crux is on-again, off-again project of mine.  #Crux, City of Curses, is a dark #fantasy with guns, androids, mysteries, intrigues and lot of #magicalwestern stuff packed in.   An offshoot of early Aboleth experiments on humans, they are called Cecaelia .  Their upper torsos are human, with the majority of their species being female and only a few males, if any.  Cecaelia are strange in that they have no elderly and most of their species looks hale and young.   They prefer their isolation, only developing clutches based around particular prominent witches.  Witchcraft is the basis of all their communities, so much so that non-witch Cecaelia are seen as pariahs.  The Cecaelia Witches in Ith have citizenship, using their underwater talents to aid Ithic trade and research.  The Cecaelia are introverts by nature.  As such, they've rarely willingly mixed with other species. All Cecaelia are aquatic first, although they can survive on land ...

Another week of art down. Long week for me.  But this week had some variety.  Between the cold weather and working seven days in a row, I still managed to get seven arts down.  A few duds here and there, but I think I managed to get some good ideas out of my skull too. On  twitter  and  instagram  I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my  patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that.  First off, some Shiro work for #Cyberwood.  TBH, this is also a bit of character design too.  The idea of the Shiro is that they are a kind of intelligent fungal life that takes over dead bodies (animal and plant)...

A bit of time travel fic.  Part 1 can be read here. Humans.   In the cold of the glacier, I saw humans.  My own species.  But different. I could call them cave people.  But that wasn't what I saw.  Not some pop culture trope.  Three people.  They looked human.  They were human.  They had to be.  My species, us.  Humanity from ten thousand years before I had left. Homo Sapiens.  They wore clothing.  Bearded or long haired.  Scarred. Each of them were small.  I towered over them.  By no small amount.  I felt like a giant compared to them. Ten thousand years back, and ancestral members of my species looked like pygmies.  I had intended to use my time machine to find such things.  To observe humanity.  To prove my thesis, that we were never as horrible as we believed we were. My shock at seeing them for the first time delayed the apparent danger.  I stood there sta...

More #Cyberwood art this week.  And at least one political thing, but still.  I maintained my daily art. Oh, maybe I missed a day.  I get to have a day off.  I checked, my boss is okay with that. On  twitter  and  instagram  I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my  patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that. Glass Canyons.  An idea for a locale in the Cyberwood.  I haven't written much on the blog about the Cyberwood- I plan to do things with it.  But I'm trying to polish them up more. Most of the Cyberwood art is, mostly, me working out some ideas. I'm not happy with this one.  B...

Oh.  Oops. I forgot to keep up with these here.  Well, let's start over with the last week- Oh.  Right.  It's monday. Ugh. Here's the art for the week of the 13th of January.  No notes or anything, didn't get time for them.  But here's a bit of each image for the past week.  I've found that I need to drop color to keep myself from... well, the perfect is the enemy of the good and the goal of these daily things is to get them done.  Sometimes I get wonders, sometimes blunders. I do have to talk about them more. On  twitter  and  instagram  I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my  patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be a...

Eliza's eyes were blue.  So blue I always saw the ocean in them.  Always. We just laid there in that field.  The sky above us.  A pile of books between us.  Charcoal caked Eliza's face.  Bright, yellow sunlight made her hair glow.  Concentration scrunched up her face. A fierce creativity that made me love her all the more. "Eliza?" "Hmm?"  She didn't look up from her charcoal drawing, focused on it. "Eliza, I feel cold.  If the sun shining and I feel so cold?" She didn't look up at me.  I saw her drawing then.  I shivered.  So cold.  The charcoal blurred away as my eyes opened. "A dream?"  I slurred.  I fought back the tears.  A dream.  My stomach growled, my face felt like it burned from the salt in the tears that came. Bright light hurt my eyes from outside the console window.  Bright sunlight reflected off the snow around me.  I had survived the crash.  The machine had ...