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[Pasidon]

I actually don't do that anymore.  It's all from scratch and sniff these days.  It's just .22 lines outlining everything with solid colors, minimal shading, and .1 detail lines for all the scratches you see.  It turns out not stealing stuff from Google is actually easier.

[Pasidon]

Sometimes I get bored sitting between classes and just draw crap in my notebook.  This one didn't turn out too bad.  

 

[MattTheLegoman]

Looks good. ;p

[Pasidon]

Eye spy a beard hair.  Woops.

[MattTheLegoman]

I found it too (after a long search). That's a long and impressive beard. =D

[Pasidon]

It's not that long.  About the Big Boss Standard.  Give me 5 bucks and I'll photocopy my beard.

[Pasidon]

 

Little thing I made for the new Scrolls Design Competition.  Haven't really done anything like it.

[Gen.Kenobi]

Cool. Looks like a rock.

[{IRS}Athos]

I'm trying to figure out whether it's upright and in the midst of being broken or lying in the grass in pieces. Either way, it's certainly nice-looking.

[Pasidon]

Well, that card design lost to people who stole their images from Google... buh.

 

Anywho, here's a nice, recent reference that I decided I had a few spare minutes to make.

 

[MattTheLegoman]

The Pasidon Wraith? =D

[Pasidon]

Pasidon of Chaos, actually.  I'll even add a nice passage for it:

 

- Midst the havoc, young lady Revora approached the bellowing pyre.  Below it, she inspected a mountain of literature; ramblings of mad poets and failed authors.  They burned and burned, yet never withered.  The proud words screamed to her, but she could not interpret the unconventional ramblings.  Her eyes followed after her ears, climbing up the pillar of smoke.  The clouds climbed to the passages of the endless space above, but lingered in her world a cry longer.  That dry smoke spied upon her, just as she did to it.  To its guise, a shapeless animal with a scornful grin.  The bones it formed were far too restless to not speak.  "Add upon my pyre."  It spoke with a manipulative hiss.  Lady Revora listened inquisitively, yet returned a scour to the skull. "Feed to me your gutted lore of yesteryear."  With the panic around her, she carefully approached and inhaled the creature's fumes.  It smelt of charred paper and boiling ink.  The smell of famine.  But her eyes looked upwards yet.  "And why would one waste their works upon your pyre?"  She asked with a voice strong enough to surpass the smoke.  The skull answered with its grin persisting.  It gave such a simple remark.  "Because one can." -

[Mathijs]

Too many adjectives.
 

Anyway, the art looks pretty darn cool.

[Pasidon]

Adjectives are what translates a scene.  Magical.

[Mathijs]

You best hope Hemingway's ghost won't start haunting you after saying that.

[Pasidon]

Ernest Hemingway tried.  But he couldn't take the Vogon Poetry I read every night.

 

Oh, and I completely forgot I wrote that segment last night.  I was wondering what you were talking about.  I do strange things when Pasidon sleepy.

Edited by Pasidon, 19 April 2014 - 09:07 PM.

[Pasidon]

So I've been working on a few YouTube ideas today, and I got a great one that I'm going to try and work on throughout the summer.  I wish I would of had this idea a year ago.  I'll give more details when I finalize it, but I worked on this picture today that'll be apart of the intro.  Not done with it yet, but it's going in the right direction.

 

[Gen.Kenobi]

Too much purple.

[Pasidon]

There's no such thing.

 

But there ain't hardly any now.  I'll show you the finished version this weekend.

[Pasidon]

Wowsers.  This took awhile.  But here's a look at the new animation for my videos.

 

Edited by Pasidon, 21 May 2014 - 09:23 PM.