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Echo Art Pt.2 - W.I.P.
It's coming together!
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Finally erased the background. Like the genius I am, I made the rookie mistake of painting the character art on the same layer as my background wash. Wooooooopsie.
That's alright though, it'll be easy to re-do later and I love the effect I've got for his base skintones and light reflection.
I promise I'm going to paint that hand. I'm working with a decent reference picture now to get the knuckles and anatomy right -- I am, to be honest, very rusty with my visual art and anatomy right now. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I've ever painted a back-view of a shirtless male.
Anyhow... Progress has been made! lots more to do.
It's coming together!
Finally erased the background. Like the genius I am, I made the rookie mistake of painting the character art on the same layer as my background wash. Wooooooopsie.
That's alright though, it'll be easy to re-do later and I love the effect I've got for his base skintones and light reflection.
I promise I'm going to paint that hand. I'm working with a decent reference picture now to get the knuckles and anatomy right -- I am, to be honest, very rusty with my visual art and anatomy right now. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I've ever painted a back-view of a shirtless male.
Anyhow... Progress has been made! lots more to do.
Done on my ipad with an apple pencil.
First attempt at writing
Conscious was a hard surface to swim up to. He fought, how long for he wasn’t sure, but eventually, he came to realize that his head hurt. And so did his legs. And his back. And his one good arm. He tried wiggling the fingers on his prosthetic and found, even though the connection to the nerves wasn’t very strong, he could still move it. He forced open his gritty eyelids and saw darkness.
“Fuck, I really hope I’m not blind.” He muttered.
“Oh no, my dear.” Purred a silky voice. “I wouldn’t do that to you just yet.”
Michael groaned, remembering. He was upright, chained to some medieval looking device where he could be more easily tortured. “Oh right. You again.”
“Come now, darling,” A finger stroked his cheek, careful of the cuts and bruises that marred his beautiful face. He really planned on giving what he got when he finally got free. “Don’t tell me you’ve grown bored of me already.”
“How else would you describe the same shit over and over again?” Michael said. “At least add a little variety to your act. Punches and knives get old so easily.”
“Variety?” The silky voice chuckled. “And here I thought I was entertaining you. I thought you screamed well enough for me last night.”
“I live to please.” Rolled off his tongue before he could stop it. He groaned inwardly. He was in for it now. Damn his stupid mouth.
A kiss was pressed to his neck, over a tender bruise. Michael fought to keep the hiss from his lips.
“You needn’t suffer so, love.” The voice was in his ear. “Just tell me where the diamonds are.”
“I stole those myself.” Michael said. “I get the rewards from them, not you.”
“Reward?” A chuckle sent a chill down his spine. “I’m simply giving them back to their original owner. That’s reward enough.”
A sharp pain blossomed in his neck. Blood welled up and started to drip down. A tongue flicked over the open wound.
“Yeah well, reward enough doesn’t put food on the table.” Michael grunted.
“If you asked, we could always assist in getting government assistance for your family.” The eyes behind the mask finally came into his vision. Leering over his whole body, making Michael wish for the strength to move. He hated when a hero had this kind of power over him.
“While I’m sitting in prison, I presume.” Michael spat.
“Well, you would have to pay your debt to society.” The purple eyes silhouetted against the black make-up danced with delight.
“Always hated that damn phrase.” Michael muttered. “I don’t owe anyone shit.”
An exaggerated pout. “You owe the owner of the jewel shop his diamonds, don’t you?”
“I only owe my fence those diamonds.” He shuddered, feeling the knife toy at his good arm. He couldn’t show how scared he was to lose the other arm. “That way, he can owe me the money I’m due.”
The knife trailed down to his wrist, where the shackle rested. Any more pressure and he might have ribbons instead of ligaments.
“Come now, darling.” The purring was back. “Don’t you think that’s a little unfair? After all, the jeweler didn’t do you any harm. Simply trying to make an honest living.”
“When I find a jeweler who doesn’t lie to his customers, cheat his customers out of their hard-earned money, or buy blood diamonds to finance their own greed instead of helping people, I’ll stop stealing from them.”
He couldn’t stop the scream that forced itself out of his lips, fear loosening his tongue, as the knife ripped open his hand and all the way down his middle finger.
“Naughty boy.” The purple eyes teased with a sickening delight as a tongue licked at black lipsticked lips. “You don’t exactly have the moral high ground here.”
“Coming from the freak who’s got a civilian chained up when you have no actual evidence that I’ve committed a crime.” Michael said.
“Freak? I’m no freak. Oh my dear, you are absolutely correct. I have no manners apparently. I haven’t introduced myself. You may call me Endeavor. Such as, I “endeavor” to make you talk.”
“Yeah cute pun.” Michael said, sarcasm flowing as freely as the blood drawn from his body. “Never heard anything like that before.”
“Oh hush, I like it.” Endeavor brought Michael’s bloody hand to his lips. “Though, at the moment, I’m a bit more concerned with what you like though. We know how you lost the other one. That was the night your fiance died, correct?”
“Don’t you dare speak his name.” Michael growled low in his throat, trying to show that he was still threatening, even chained up.
Endeavor chuckled humorlessly. “Well, then, I think we may have found your weak point.”
The knife slashed through what was left of his shirt, revealing the tattoo over his heart. He had gotten it the night of the funeral. It was the only thing he had left of Sam.
The knife pressed into the tattoo, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make Michael’s blood run cold.
“Now let me ask you again. Where are those diamonds?”
Prosthetics!!
oop, seems this goat isn’t all flesh and bone after all
Inktober Day 10 - Android
Just a quick sketch for a modern day au idea. For all the modern aus of chrono crusade, I feel like we're sleeping on a lot of possibility.
Continuing the au.
The Iron Maiden
