The sculpt repairs are coming along slowly and painfully but otherwise looking all right.
I've spent an accumulation of 2-5 years redoing various swathes of work (mostly in the 3d department, but there was nearly a year worth of solid script fixing as well) for this project so to say that I am well and truly over it and desperately want a massive chunk of progress is an understatement of truly epic proportions.
But guess what I'm doing again because this
happened in 3d Coat and after failing to sort it out (there were some holes that 3d Coat would fill and otherwise it simply did not know what to do with) I sent the model to Blender to patch the holes.
LOOK AT IT.
THE RAINBOW MOVES. I LOVE IT.
13yo really hates spiders. Even microscopic ones. "Why do they have to move?" XD
The spider in question in this case was a tiny little thing just visible to the naked eye that was crawling along the esky lid as we were getting ready to go to a barbeque.
On Tuesday I posted this screenie of Zara in showoff pose on ko-fi
and that's where I'm still currently stuck while the next few moves work themselves out in my head.
I thought I was pretty much done with Zara aside from wardrobe (which I can build out as I proceed through scripts) when I remembered that the goggles are an essential piece of kit as she's blind in the light without them.
Then I spent way too long staring at her for a bit before sending a screenie to Sprat asking if the eyes were too far apart. She confirmed that they were and that I should also maybe move the mouth up a tiny bit. So I did.
Amusement while I was walking the dog.
When you're somewhat androgynous, this is a thing that happens frequently. I enjoy it way too much.
Especially when there are small children who are too young to realise some questions are apparently "inappropriate" and flat out ask me "are you a boy or a girl?" and I'll usually answer something along the lines of it either/or, doesn't really bother me, depends on the day, or if I'm feeling particularly playful, tell them I'm undecided that day and maybe they could suggest something. It's even funnier when their parents are around as some of them are absolutely mortified and start apologising profusely (I have to find it funny because otherwise trying to make them understand that I literally don't care would be frustrating).
Once upon a time, not so very long ago in the grand scheme, two of my friends and I got together in a group chat which apparently needed a name, so I called it "witchies" as there was a bit of the Triple Goddess vibe with our respective age gaps, at least partly influenced with how the director portrayed the three witches in a Macbeth I acted in way back at uni. I said once I felt good enough I was going to draw us all as witchies.
Two years ago (yes you read that right x_x) I felt good enough, and so I started, intending it to be a 2018 Christmas present. It was a bit of a challenge as I suck at doing real people so kind of vaguely made us all characters with the cute familiars, the oversized witch hats and pixie hoodie, and the ridiculously massive cauldron.
Last night was an exercise in frustration. There was a bunch of chores to finish up, and then all I wanted to do was some art and to hopefully get the progblog knocked out before it got too late.
Or: why fyn has a ridiculously comprehensive and detailed head universe.
Like all good stories, it started off innocently enough. I finished eyebrows and eyelashes and did some super quickie expression tests:
My lights are really close and pretty bright hence the intense reflection, if they're still too reflective under normal lighting conditions I'll have to fiddle with the node a bit more.
Then it was onto clothes.