messing around with painter x... not as bad as i remember it
1hr speedpaint/colour theory fuck-about. the only thing that comes to mind quickly like this is therions. female ones. durhurr, i'm such a one trick pony.
really out of practise with what real media is supposed to feel like, even the emulated kind of real media
[therions: exl/rue*zyklon]
1hr speedpaint/colour theory fuck-about. the only thing that comes to mind quickly like this is therions. female ones. durhurr, i'm such a one trick pony.
really out of practise with what real media is supposed to feel like, even the emulated kind of real media
[therions: exl/rue*zyklon]
Category Artwork (Digital) / Doodle
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 760 x 660px
File Size 513.3 kB
I don't know what a therion is, but I imagine it's life would have been a strange one growing up, with all those horns.
In junior high, everyone is wearing baseball caps. He tries to fit in - he buys one, with the local home team logo, and it fits at first. But this is the time for growth, and within a month, the horns are poking. First he tries to fit them through the buckle in the back, but they don't fit. And they're growing every day. Soon the hat is ruined from his continuous, frustrated attempts to pull it on properly. Now there is no hat to wear, and everyone can see his horns. They laugh at him. A dog with horns, haha, must be some kind of hybrid. His mom is an interspecies sluuuuut! Mudblood!
Then comes high school. Things are much different and exactly the same. Now there are women, women who look at him and the shoots of bone that stick from his head in so many places, and most of them are repulsed. But there are some who think it's downright sexy; but they do not approach him. No, even the girls who are already labeled as losers do not show signs of accepting him, as association with the freak would be worse than the lazy mocking they already receive. It would turn pointed, focused, and bitter really fast. So they don't talk.
And the therion, he fosters hate. It becomes his friend. Cliche in its source and its intensity, nonetheless he holds it close, and soon learns to love the feeling of being the one outside-looking-in. The voyeurism gives him a sense of aloofness, as if not being accepted into the groups puts him above them.
In junior high, everyone is wearing baseball caps. He tries to fit in - he buys one, with the local home team logo, and it fits at first. But this is the time for growth, and within a month, the horns are poking. First he tries to fit them through the buckle in the back, but they don't fit. And they're growing every day. Soon the hat is ruined from his continuous, frustrated attempts to pull it on properly. Now there is no hat to wear, and everyone can see his horns. They laugh at him. A dog with horns, haha, must be some kind of hybrid. His mom is an interspecies sluuuuut! Mudblood!
Then comes high school. Things are much different and exactly the same. Now there are women, women who look at him and the shoots of bone that stick from his head in so many places, and most of them are repulsed. But there are some who think it's downright sexy; but they do not approach him. No, even the girls who are already labeled as losers do not show signs of accepting him, as association with the freak would be worse than the lazy mocking they already receive. It would turn pointed, focused, and bitter really fast. So they don't talk.
And the therion, he fosters hate. It becomes his friend. Cliche in its source and its intensity, nonetheless he holds it close, and soon learns to love the feeling of being the one outside-looking-in. The voyeurism gives him a sense of aloofness, as if not being accepted into the groups puts him above them.
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