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Artist | Schnuffel Bunny [gallery] |
Time spent | 4 hours, 42 minutes |
Drawing sessions | 3 |
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Cover: Schnuffel Bunny
Sketch: Kyar
Lines: Schnuffel Bunny
Design: Aey
NR: Sclera, Heterochromia
S: Hair, Shine, Claws, Teeth
C: Tail, Fur
U: Ears, Tongue
R: Extra Eyes, Double Pupil, Horn, Goop
L: Exposed Bone, Goop Body Parts, Body Shine (bones)
Part 1: Accessories!
Design this kalon some accessories! You may draw them directly on the ref or you may draw the kalon with their accessories on, but remember the focus is on seeing the accessories you've designed. (In other words, drawing the kalon yourself will not boost your chances of winning.) If you're unable to draw the accessories yourself, you may commission someone else to draw your ideas for you. You have up to 300 words* to explain your accessories if you wish.
Part 2: Sweet or Sour?
Is this kalon sweet or sour? You may interpret this prompt however you like! You have up to 4000 words* and 2 art pieces to answer the prompt. Comics up to 4 panels and simple animations are allowed.
*Normally as a judge I am strict about word counts, but for this contest I will allow a few words over the limit. Please try to meet the word counts as best you can, but you will not be disqualified for going a few words over. :)
When on her own, or out at night, she wears her accessories she feels most comfortable in. That is, she dresses like the punk she is at heart. Popping in her purely black and silver metal piercings, including a nose piercing, ear piercings, bars, a tongue piercing, and eyebrow piercings, she prepares for the task of shoving all her extra hair in and around her thick, collar-like stuffed choker. Her finely stringed bracelet, a memento from the friend who got her into this fashion (and accompanying music) in the first place, is firmly strapped around her wrist. Of course, a small black leather anklet with a silver bead never leaves her ankle, proclaiming subtly her love for her best friend. And, of course, she accessorizes with a belt, intentionally left too long to hang. All of these go perfectly with her typical outfits of leather, Jean, and cropped tops/jackets and dark, ripped pants. Add in combat boots or converse, and she’s ready to roll.
Sweet, this lovely may appear, but honestly? She most certainly is anything but sweet. She’s sour— sour as an umeboshi.
Jynx is, and has always been, a rebel. She was told, as a child, that a girl should always dress properly. Wear her hair long, walk quietly, talk quietly. Be a good little side piece. Maybe eye candy. In the hopes that one day she could become a trophy wife. Perhaps as a toddler she might’ve tried to live to these ideals, perhaps before she was a teen, but... her parents made a mistake, if they’d wanted her “perfect.” She’d always quietly rebelled in the corner of her room, but never openly, not then. Not until their fatal error. They sent her to school.
And there? There, Jynx learned that life was not what her parents had told her. She didn’t have to be nothing more than a trophy wife. She didn’t have to follow every rule, or face horrible punishments. No, she was allowed, and even encouraged to push her limits, and find herself. Perhaps the teacher who told her this might’ve been a little more careful with their words if they’d known what she would do, how she would change, but it was far too late by the time everyone realized.
Jynx no longer accepted, not just rules, but even laws in her surveillance society. Not without her careful consideration beforehand, at least. No longer would she blindly follow orders, not for anything or anyone. Just herself, she decided. She wouldn’t live for anyone but herself.
This isn’t to say she was cruel. Far from it- she was always decent in passing, put on a good little mask of a sweet girl. She was not overly cruel, nor arrogant, but no one really bothered to get to know her. Perhaps it was because they sensed, somehow, that she cared nothing for them— because for all that her outsides might look like a soft candy on the outside, she was all sour inside— a true umeboshi.
This isn’t to say she is unlovable. She could be kind, though rarely for any reasons but selfish ones, for her and her own, but the way she saw it, wasn’t most everyone else the exact same? Doing good deeds to make themselves feel better, to gain recognition. What was the point? No, she decided to let herself free in the night. To wear that which she know would never be approved of. To do what she knew others would say she should not. To cover walls with artwork. To save those who committed no crimes. She would do anything her heart desired, for why wouldn’t she? Why shouldn’t she?
So, she is sour. She isn’t bitter, and while there may be some lingering sweetness there, it isn’t the biggest part of her. She is sour, acid on the tongue which doesn’t bother to lighten itself for anyone or anything... but she isn’t alone because of it. After all, many people like the special flavor we call sour.
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