So, I hope to do a monthly check on this, but for this year, I have goals. Small goals.
1. Make a blogger with art stuff on it
2. Start cleaning my computer and phone to prepare for videos
3. Start developing sketches for sketchbook tours
4. Draw more (this one is literally vague on purpose as it’s more of a vibe and not a particular goal. I want to feel like I draw more) and try to be more on theme with the story or try to start a comic or do some pages of sequential art.
5. Update this account more often. (And I mean having at least 52 posts)
6. Find an audience on here.
7. Write and finish my Wattpad story. (😭) I write updates and not writing and editing.
Some characters are more difficult to explain and require a lot more effort to make a post on.
Feyondo is one of the main characters of the storyline I’ve been writing about at the moment. I will try to have new formatting for this character to make it easy to read.
I didn’t want to post him anytime soon because he’s ridiculously hard to draw consistently, but I’m posting it because he’s the second character I created over five years ago when I made this storyline.
Feyondo /fe.jən.d̪ɔ/ (This is pronounced like Feh-yun-dou, the ou as though) is a tall, light skinned man with features that are mildly ambiguous to both ethnic groups he’s apart of—the original Nini groups and Bamy culture. He is considered biracial because the Bamy people do not consider themselves to be the same race as the indigenous groups there. He is, however, two types of Adish and a Ini.
Iterations of his name are typically Ondo, but some characters call him Fey—like his wife Noje. His legal name is Zhan /ɮɑ̃/. I have yet to develop the translation of his last name, so he has no last name as of now!
In relation to himself and his family
Feyondo was born from a teen mom named Magbagi /mʊ.ɡ͜bɒ.ɡɨ/ with very risky behaviors that aren’t well thought through and he wonders what goes through her head. These traits go to him, but in different ways.
Feyondo’s mom ran away her house out of frustration and discomfort and had a trip to Haden and had a one night stand with a man named Hadorinal /ħa.ðɔ.ɾi.nɑl/ and after she came back, she had Feyondo. She does not like her child because he is a burden to her and isn’t a citizen like her. (It’s a convoluted relationship, she doesn’t hate him, she feels guilty about her choices).
The thing with racial politics in the area is that if a person’s paternal grandparent isn’t a “citizen” of Bamygdala, then they aren’t a citizen there. (Of course, other groups are different) Magbabi hated that Zhan wasn’t a citizen after he turned a particular age was upset but just neglected him and would abandon him at times for men or hanging out with friends or just push him into a room with toys and brought people over.
Around the age of five, one of Magbabi’s boyfriends convinced her to adopt a child that he found and she did it to improve their relationship. Their relationship didn’t last after that and Adelewe, her new child, belonged to her legally and was liable for them.
Frequently, Magbabi abandoned her kids at the main religious area (I have listed in my stories as congregation, but it’s just an equivalent of a church, mosque, or a synagogue) instead of having them at home and getting in her way when she’s looking for guys or hanging with her friends but after a year, children weren’t allowed to just sit in there for long hours (without a parent or guardian) after a scandal happened.
When Zhan was still five (but later into five), Magbabi found a boyfriend at the park when she was taking her kids out to the park and saw that he looked like he needed some help and he was dirty but seemed nice and let him in to her life. After that, she let that guy move in which he’d abuse Feyondo and Adelewe in all means possible when he’d have a break down or would get angry with them for existing—this kind of made Zhan despise Magbabi for having him and putting him through that.
Further trigger warning ahead: sexual assault and violence
I’m sick so I can’t do much art without feeling like trash, so I’m going to critique my old art.
This picture is cute, but I think I jacked up a lot of the stuff I was going for. I learned a valuable lesson when it comes to watercolors.
One thing, plan OUT THE PICTURE. In fact, that’s the only thing. I didn’t plan this out. I was watching a video on YouTube and I really liked the singing and the passion and thought it fit mildly with the idea of this character. I mostly was looking at the qualities of payne’s gray or some kinda neutral tint from QOR.
QOR is definitely nice for areas on the background , but I remember it doing what it always does in the front. Due to the pigment mixing in there, some of the colors separated when I painted with them causing a cool gray on one side and a warm gray on the other. Pretty, I guess, but unnecessary maybe.
This is supposed to look old—like an old movie. She’s an older actress and by the time of the character events, she’s old and in her seventies. So, I was trying to make the picture blurry on the face to remove “imperfections” and make it look like it’s outside. However, since I didn’t plan it, it wasn’t obvious. You can’t see the character she’s singing to or what she’s doing. The composition of my painting is a bit boring.
The song I listened to, and my character’s song is completely different, even in sound. Though, I do like how the film’s music sounds, I’m not sure if I have the music ability to learn how to do that.
Here’s some of my music. ☺️ This piece is not finished. It takes me a while to write music with my schedule and as well, it’s a process. 🙂
Those who know you wonder if you hate them. If you Hated yourself completely. Where was your autonomy? Born to look kissed by the sun, Your skin looked soft. Delicate. You were afraid, but you felt your Family always had your back…
Yet, you turned away. Not out of hate. Not out of embarrassment. You turned for passion and for people to enjoy that passion.
They changed your shell which your soul remained and tried to change your insides—impossible. You, sun baby, are strong even when you turned to the sun. Now there’s two of you. Two souls fighting to stay consciousness. One, a sun baby—the other, the courageous sun.
You are not twins, nor opposites, together as one. One made by their creator—Nini and the other created by the servants of Bamy. Be not confused, be not scared. You live now in complexity. As the complex, courageous sun baby.
I’ll post about this character when I draw the other ones. He’s a celebrity actor and not a main and some of the main characters enjoy the movies he’s in.
As the day goes on, sometimes it’s very hard to draw so I’ll just show y’all some old pictures.
I know that people can look anyway they want and can do anything they want, but this art looks very white even though some of the characters aren’t white. If not, majority of them are Black or some type of Black mixture, however, I’m not sure how much of that is transferable. As well, the anatomy is … very dreadful. I love the character qualities, but if I’m not sure why I drew the characters looking so tiny.
I took a class in college called figure drawing. I’m not sure if it actually helped my art or I learned on my own while using the stuff brought up in class. Couldn’t tell you. The class happened during the pandemic, but my art looks different now.
I really like drawing faces only, but some people don’t find that interesting so I have to keep on drawing over and over until I can get decent anatomy. It really sucks knowing that I draw a lot, but not often and not anything finished. I can cope.
Good evening!!! I have some sketches for y’all! I guess it correlates to Spooky Season because all the characters on here aren’t human! I dare say they’re probably closer to humanoid monsters.
Some characters are closer to human, but others aren’t. I tried putting family clusters together but I accidentally split characters up like Adelewe and Adexe. Oops. The clusters of families are Ane, Neheme(I believe), and the Nedeme family. One family to the right are associated with the Ane family, but they aren’t biologically related to them. It’s not all the characters.
The picture above is of a character named Vivian (filler name). It’s a painting of a painting in this story. He’s a part of a AU side plot story where the original post apocalyptic plot happened but there was still leftover art. Vivian is an AI art program made by a female programmer placed into an male android by a male creator (don’t know what it’s called sorry). He is based off a venerated artist (that’s LOOSELY based on renaissance artists from this reality) and was made to mimic his art to teach a way to show process. Originally, he was just an arm looking robot thing, but the government received money and made him into a physical form and praiseable in person. Vivian was created then. He has interpretations and memories of the artist he’s based off of and has some of the programmers and designers features and personality quirks added to him.
One day, he receives some update that gives him a “soul” or a spirit—but it’s of course not a human spirit. That little brush of consciousness makes him unsatisfied with his art and ponders why he does it like that and why he feels controlled and why being alive hurts and feels terrible.
On the other hand, an another artist, Hanzo /ɑ̃.ɮʊ/, is upset because he’s an obscure and irrelevant artist and gets mad at Vivian because he is basically so popular that his art is protected and is even angrier that he’s not a human so he tries to lose his humanity.
He goes with a friend to a dilapidated museum (not noted as a museum) to find bodies that are petrified by the apocalypse that happened some unnoted (my bad) time before the events. It ends up putting him on the top list for artists.
Anyway, he meets Vivian and clashes with him and invalidates his feelings. Vivian doesn’t really know what a human is but he doesn’t see himself as different but Hanzo sees him differently and it hurts his feelings because other people see him that way and kind of really hates being alive.
Since it takes a while to write and draw, mostly draw, I have not gotten up to the point where they become friends. This piece is a painting of Vivian in an environment done by Hanzo. Since this is not a real world and isn’t based on reality, some things just don’t make sense—but it’s actually supposed to be realistic to that environment because they’re just drawings and 2D characters and not based on real people. Doesn’t excuse me for messing up Vivian’s proportions. The only thing that I did on purpose was trying to make the piece look overworked, fussy, and lose life to it. As well, Vivian’s skin is yellow naturally as he’s supposed to look like an oil painting that came to life with the silliest looking blushed face that makes him read as non human. I would normally never draw a landscape like this, but I was more so trying to use only horizontal lines.
Thank you for reading this far. If you have any questions or just wanna hear more, leave a comment.
Hihi, y’all. I forgot to post some sketches! Oops!
I ended up drawing full on Noje last night because I needed to draw her body out more. It will not go on her main page because it has lack of arms.
I’m considering doing some more art in hopes that I can draw these characters more because they are lacking! Also, I’m lacking in color studies so I probably need to do those too.
🎶Aha! Yes! We meet again, You stand in front of me, No longer a friend!🎶
🎶Aha! Yes! Why are you here? You wanted to leave, And now you’re back for a jeer!🎶
🎶Aha, my friend, My enemy or love, I didn’t mean to hurt you and act like a bum. These nights of solitude made me come back, I don’t really think I deserve all the flack!🎶
🎶We were once something special and I want it again, And I want that something special and not feel like I deigned. Ah, my lover! You’ve made me to a fool, All I ever wanted was someone like you.🎶
🎶We once were something stressful and it sucked out my soul, I didn’t think I wanted to keep up with this until I was old. I still want to be friends in all of this mess. I still think you’re great and I wish for the best!🎶
Why did you come here and say that to mention?
🎶I came over here for your attention!🎶
🎶Aha! An idiot, a coward, ugh you are so brash! You took my heart and put it in the trash! I’ve sat here and thought it was me all along…🎶
I wanted to draw at least one picture finished or not of Nejame and Neloni interacting since they are married.
The second one is a picture of Nejame younger (because there’s a storyline of him around the age of 25-30 that I have) to show his hair style and how he holds his face as well as trying to get his proportions right. It is difficult giving older, male characters big eyes or they end up looking feminine and young.
The picture above is cute, but it’s a little flat in the profile section and rendered the picture useless and mildly embarrassing, as well, it’s very difficult for me to render that face so I redrew it. I think the hair looks better on the older one, but the best part about having more than one picture is that you can combine both as a reference.
I’m going to go back to my sketchbook for the three characters I posted about and will redraw them.
I’m going to give you a warning now. Some of the contents of this character has trigger inducing and stressful content. It’s okay not to read it and I won’t get mad. Please, for your own discretion, if you cannot deal with racism, CSA, CPTSD, or similar topics, take a breath and do not keep reading on.
This warning may not seem like a big deal now, but when I update characters, I will have this warning.
Nedeme Adelewe is one of my characters. Adelewe is the first name and Nedeme is their last name. Their mom’s last name is Nedeme because her grandmother was born in Nedeme and she chose to keep that name. Their first name is a namesake of a notable figure in Najigi culture—Newe—but translated in their culture as that. Adelewe is a gender neutral name. I have not given the name a translation as of now.
Anyway, Adelewe was born on an island named Ane to a female Ane-Ne Najigi named Adele and a male human (of course, not a human like us) named Daarz Yargaad (or Adaarse in Ane). A second child to Adexe, the first born (they’re a female).
Ane culture is very hostile to outsiders, so, after Daarz married and had a child with Adele, he was exiled from his culture who is nearby and equally as hostile after colonization. Since Ane is a very small island, Daarz mostly stayed on boats. Adelewe, however, was born on land.
Around five years old, Ane and Ne were trying to seal a contract again to ask if Ne could give a person for their children to marry and continue the throne (Ane is different from Ne culture with royalty), so Adelewe was picked to be with Ane Noje, however, when the children were going to meet for the first time with their parents and ended up causing a fatal accident where both sides lose their parents. Noje gets saved but Adelewe gets lost somewhere and ends up washing up on shore on Bamygdala around five and they were unable to return.
In Ane, their sister was looking for them, but Adelewe was in the Bamy-Ala (Bamy states). In Bamygdala, however, Adelewe receives the equivalent of a Christian name (I haven’t made them one yet, just usually I just call them Julio) and lives with their brother Zan (shan) and Zan’s very young mom. Adelewe doesn’t fit into the environment well and deals with very unfortunate circumstances, but deals with it anyway.
After a year, Zan’s mother abandoned them for a man, but they found a safe parent to adopt them.
Adelewe’s personality can be described as a person someone could really love, or someone someone could truly despise. They have a limited amount of friends and a limited amount of people they associate with and tend to be introverted but come off as extremely extroverted and cheerful. They can be extremely argumentative at times or rude and callous but in other times, extremely nice.
Like some of their other friends, they collect dolls. Typically, Adelewe loves to collect art books/sketchbooks/books, memories, and other people’s stuff. Typically people do not argue with Adelewe for stealing their stuff and find it charming and goofy except their parent. They also tend to have a lot of maps in their room. They’re one of the few characters that have very neat handwriting. Like Noje, they study art but are much more prone to dwell into different types of art and experiment with different types.
Adelewe walks on their tip-toes, speaks with high (due to their voice coming from their mom), shrill, but raspy voice and if standing—can stand in a pose for a while. They have a gait that causes them to trip if they walk or fall down due to it being uneven. They frequently do not emote with their eyes and usually emote with their nose, lips, and posture. This character almost always is drawn to be emotionally stiff, like always in a fun pose but it’s uncannily not human like (as they aren’t a human anyway).
Adelewe has a very clean, but cluttered room and cleans it frequently with chemicals—which is some kind of coping mechanism. They will spend hours—if frustrated—cleaning a place. If they have to stay somewhere without the place feeling clean they will get very irritable and will start arguing and pleading but if they can’t fix it they’ll just shut down. If people ask for them to clean their room they don’t care, but if they have to sit in it, they’ll be upset.
They also cannot sing very well but can hold a tune which makes them stick out a lot more than other characters.
The character I will be writing about today is Ane Noje. /ɝ̃ nɔ̃.dʒɚ/. She is a character I had for an extremely long time. She was created to be in a story about some explorers/colonizers that came to her island and after a while, stripped her from her island. However, I scrapped the story because I despised it after a while.
Anyway, Noje is her first name, Ane is her surname. It was given through her dad. The most feminine person of the relationship usually gets say if they want their last name chosen, but since she was born a Ne royal (she’s pretty far back and will never be the main royal, she is just royal by proxy unless she leaves, once her uncle dies, her family won’t be royal. I’ll explain on a new post.) she keeps her name.
Noje was born Ane Naahale [nɑ.ɦɑ˞.ʟɚ] in Ne with her twin sibling None. She was named by her father, Ane Nedale [ne˞.da˞.ʟɚ] and her mom, Nadine [nɑ˞.di.nɚ]. She is directly named after her grandparent, Ane Naahale. She is a fantasy species I made up called Najigi [ˈna.dʒeɪ.ɡeɪ]. They are semiaquatic to aquatic humanoid people that can live on land but also may live underwater. Typically they have huge eyes, are extremely tall, pitch dark skin, hair that coils when they go underwater, bioluminescence they can turn on with squeezing in their stomach or rolling their eyes back. She is an An and Ne Najigi that leans towards more Ne.
She is noticeably tall, very dark, and has long, straight hair due to a trait from her grandparent, Naahale’s side. Since she has straight hair, it doesn’t coil all that much when she needs to swim and gets tangled underwater. However, she doesn’t cut it and may wear it in a bun. She has An scarification on her face (nose, cheeks, and neck) and down her body. She chose to get it on her body when she turned 14.
Her grandparents are Nejame and Naahale. Naahale is from An, and Nejame is from Ne. Her father is mixed with An and Ne and her mom is Ne so her Najigi traits lean more towards Ne thus making her into a lot more hot climates, but her body shape is closer to an An Najigi (slightly chubby, longer torso, and smaller eyes). She lost her parents in a tragic boat accident when they were going to An to marry her off to a royal at the age of five and it traumatizes her to this day. She was raised by her grandpa, Nejame, who she has a terrible relationship with.
She moved to Bamygdala when she turned twelve with her two sisters, Nemene and None and her grandpa Nejame. When she moved her name was (the equivalent of christened) changed to Nadina Sini /nɑ.ɖɪˈ.nː ɬɪnɪ/. She doesn’t struggle with language learning but she struggles with respecting people and listening to them talk. She frequently talks passionately and will shout out over someone when they’re talking to her. She also talks extremely loud and moves a lot.
She is a painter and she uses oil paint for her paintings.
Her personality is described as very goofy and ditzy, but nice. She talks very loud (sometimes having the tendency to scream) and animated and has a tendency to talk over people without recognizing that she’s doing it. She’s also a speed talker, if she’s happy she talks fast, if she’s angry she talks extremely fast, if she’s excited she yells and talks fast. If she’s sad, she doesn’t talk at all and if she does talk, it’s small and short words. She is a listener but once she talks, she won’t stop talking.
She loves the color yellow and always manages to put it on and surround herself in colors that are analogous to yellow. She enjoys putting on makeup and different types of clothes of any gender. She is terrified of a lot of terrestrial animals but especially dogs and cats. If someone is nice to her, she’ll have temporary infatuation with them. She also has the tendency to goof around and tease people and has a very flirtatious and sometimes creepy tone to her voice that many people either really like or they find her creepy and weird.
She has very good eye contact when talking and will move her body or will duck to see if you’re listening to her or and if you look at her and do stutters and pauses to make sure you look at her and listen.
Soli [sɔɭĭ] is an Nini worshipping culture. Nini [ˈneɪ.nə̆]is the main deity for a group of religions. It is a series of different subcultures that each have their own ways of practicing the religion.
The birthplace of Soli culture is in a place called Sholi [sʰɔ.ɭĭ]. It hosts two known Nini religions, Ini [eɪ.nʰə̆] and Soli. One side of the nation is Nisholi [ˈneɪ.sʰɔ.ɭeɪ] which is Ini and the other is just Sholi. It used to be a bigger established area with more people, but the area was colonized, and many folks converted, were killed, kidnapped, enslaved, relocated, or other unfortunate things happened. Many former residents went to Ne [ne˞́] or Haden [ˈaɪ.dɪn].
The culture comes with particular rituals, ritualistic songs, rite of passage, funeral passages, so on.
There are five notable subgroups. They call themselves Ta-Cel [tʃa‿keɭ], Ta-Sol [tʃa‿sɔɭ], Ta-Flur [ta‿fɭɹ], one that’s currently unnamed, and Ne Sole [nè˞‿só˞.ʟe˞]. However, many of those groups live in various places. Ta-Cel and Ta-Sol live in Sholi, Ne-Sole live in Ne, and Ta-Flur live in more northern areas like Voli.
They are commonly referred to an exonym that is pronounced [ɬʌ.ɻe] and the groups are usually called [ɬʌ.ɻɨɮ].
I will update this soon from time to time until it’s finished.