This project is about making an old-school RPG. Good storyline, simple graphics, and at least 40 hours of gameplay.
Hey all! I really dunno how to preface this, since I’m not too skilled at asking a whole lot of people to do something like this, but if you could, then please donate to this cause. I haven’t asked for something like this in a while (I haven’t posted in a while) but this is seriously going to a worthy cause. This bloke is a good friend of mine, and he’s going through a rough patch right now, so he could do with a bit of money to help him get set up. He’s really not asking much for the base, and really, anything you can do to help would be great.
As an added incentive, I’ll be giving an art piece to anyone who donates at least ten dollars. You’ll need to provide me with a donation reciept and all, but I’ll hold to my promise. The prices go as such:
10$ : This nets you a basic piece. One character, flat shading, simple background
25$ : The next step up. One character, full shading, simple background.
50$ : This, of course, will be superb. Either one character with full shading and a background of choosing, or two fully shaded characters with a light background.
100$ : The golden gaffe. Up to four characters, full shading, any background of choosing. OR two pieces of two characters, fully shaded, and any background of choosing.
I understand these offers of mine are a bit…lackluster. But the real treat would be the game, which is really shaping up to be quite good, very entertaining, and rather complex.
Mod picture day with a cup.
glaring because brooding soul = fangirl shipping/squees
And this is why, my fellow friends, I don’t do requests :I
i second that one :I
no requests or trades for strangers
I don’t do requests either. People are picky, demanding, and all too often, jackasses.
This is ten times as worrisome, since their avatar is just a great big smiley face.
Imagine that happy fellow just bellowing out that second message.
Alrighty guys. Here’s my quick little sketch of what Rainbow Fritter could look like, and thanks to Kitkat for giving me the idea of drawing both male and female versions!
Pls halp. ; 3 ;
Alright, I’m gonna make another blog! ó w ò
This time, it’ll be for Rainbow Fritter, the adorable pegasus destined to bake cider.
Yeah, I did that meme thing, and it was so close to what I already do, that I wanted to draw him/her, yet keep them separate from Flop. So thus, a new blog’ll be made soonish.
Hey, could you guys help me decide whether Fritter should be male or female?
I can’t even
Holy balls, this is awesome..
Makes me wish I could draw as well as that..
; w ;
I have a mod blog!
So, in German class today..
We were learning about locations and such. And so, since we got to talking about Berlin, and part of the phrase was “ein Berlineraccent”, someone brought up that thing about “ein Berliner” being a jelly doughnut. Blah blah blah, stuff happened…the entire thing was explained, and people were all “Oh, okay!”
And then I said “It could be the accent of a jelly doughnut!”
And the class just started laughing. The teacher, of course, laughing as well, asked “Alright then, Kuro. What would the accent of a jelly doughnut sound like?”
“A BLUB BLUB BLUB”
All of the laughing ensued~
Alright, I’ve finally updated my background, and as usual, due to Tumblr weirdness, it doesn’t show the entire thing. So, here ye are~ The full drawing!
(Just in case anyone wanted to see it)
If you get a message from a Skype contact that looks like this:
DO NOT CLICK THE LINK. It’s ransomware that will lock your computer up, accusing you of possession of child pornography, and threaten to alert the authorities unless a $200 payment is made. And then pass…
Damn. This. All of this. I almost got taken in by this, IF NOT FOR SEEING THIS POST. So, thanks to skoon for reblogging this, and thanks to whoever created this PSA in the first place!
To everyone: inform yourselves on this matter! You really don’t want to have to deal with this nonsense!
How I got my cutie mark? That’s a good question Mirror! (And you’ve waited a while for me to answer these, too…)
Well, my cutie mark is a paintbrush with a ring of light (or glow, if you will) around it. I think this is due to magic.
Right, how does a pegasus have magic abilities? Well, my mother was a unicorn, and my father was a pegasus, so I sorta got the appearance of a pegasus, and a few magic abilities. I remember that I was around 10 when I first started noticing the glow around the words I spoke. Now, after all these years, and talking with my mother, I figure that it’s my love that activates the magic in me. Essentially, it’s my desire for people around me to be happy (which they usually are with my words), and my want to express my feelings that makes my words light up.
So, an explanation of my mark would be that I “paint with light”.
I’m gonna try to be more active!
Even though I’ve got University classes, I’m still not too busy. And…I really like drawing. I’m realizing more how healthy it is for me. I’m going through so many changes, and to me, I need all the theraputic things I can get. I’ve got my art, my writing, and my games. (Oh yeah, schoolwork, too, I guess.) I am so overwhelmingly thankful for all the friends I have, and all that I’ll gain in the future. They’ve been here for me so far, and I hope they’ll continue to be here and support me. I can only wish, though, that they’ll accept my thanks and happy moods as payment enough for dealing with me and my troubles.
I guess I’ll get motivated to art more in the next few weeks, and write more. So, expect activity! Be it semi-poignant writings of various trains of thought that my muse lobs at my head, or drawings that express my emotions and wants and desires in this world. And perhaps I’ll get around to answering questions, huh?
So yeah…thanks guys~ All of my friends, and all of my followers. Thanks in advance and for everything so far.
Here’s looking to the future!
…do you hear it now? That cheerful and quiet refrain?
That tiniest melody in my sighs that is slowly petering away?
That joyful and peaceful time has quietly slipped me past, leaving me horridly empty.
What is there to do? Can I draw? Can I write? Can these needles be stilled and pried from my heart? Will I be able to see?
I sense all the love. The soft clouds of pink, blue, yellow, and red that envelop me and circle about. And yet, though it calms me and fulfills, it cannot replace that great puff, that one cloud of red that has diminished to yet a wisp now.
If I push more into that cloud, will it rise? Will it grow with my nurturing? Or will the needles increase and pierce, sending my sighs into a catastrophe of gasps and cries?
Will I be able to survive..?