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I actually don't mind (for the most part) how the anatomy came out on these. Despite our lecturer having no idea how to draw actual bodies and muscleature and being generally really stupid with how she described the "differences in body shapes"
Gradeschool level anatomy class aside, I actually don't mind some parts of these. And also you get some rough monster designs as a palette cleanser.
unfinished 3D project visualization. I might pick that back up this semester, I'm retaking the early 3D animation classes so I'm not neglecting what skill I have picked up in favor solely of drawn projects, so I'll have this to kick around some more.
went to a shop today and
IS THAT A MIKOTO REFERENCE?!?!?!
(no joke I would've loved to buy this but I'm too broke. my posing references and anatomy problems in my art would be solved; my dreams of making a custom ball jointed doll💔)
BUT LOOK
The Hello Hole
Plastic mannequin city
A short horror story I wrote a while ago:)
Word count: 849
TW: Blood, insanity, body horror
As artificial light enters the shop, I start to get ready for the people who will be visiting soon.
I hang the new clothes on the plastic hangers on which they're supposed to be and clean in and around the store. Most of the clothes here are made of polyester, nylon or acrylic.
"We will open soon." I hear my colleague whisper in my ear.
I nod in response and help out with putting out the plastic signs.
As the store slowly starts to get flooded with customers I take my place behind the counter and finish some more chores before someone comes to me to buy something.
After a good few minutes some come to pay for the clothes they deem fit to their bodies.
"Do you want to pay with card?" I ask.
"Do you need a bag with it?" I ask after.
"Do you want the receipt?"
Some of them don't like the questions and get annoyed, asking me not to ask them. Unfortunately my memory isn't good enough to remember who asked who. After a long time, their grey faces have become nothing but a blur in my dreams.
They all look the same after all.
The faces of mannequins are difficult to remember after all...
Every time I scan something the cash register makes an annoying bleep, one that keeps getting more and more annoyed the longer the day continues on, making me thankful for the mask I wear.
A client thinks I'm doing my job wrong and swears at me. I've been working here for a while now, so compliments are hard to come by.
I have a few colleagues who do get many, they look a lot like the customers, other colleagues usually leave soon after starting.
I wonder how long I can hold out...
A couple of hours later I swap places and start working more throughout the store, it's a big one, but I will manage.
I have to...
Customers with their plastic grey faces come to me for questions now.
With their long thin bodies they ask me how much something is, if we have something in another size or even if something makes them look fat.
That last one always surprises me, their plastic bodies all look the same.
They're taller than me.
They're tinner than me.
They're much more beautiful than me.
Is this their way of calling me out?
Do they like asking me these questions in order to mess with me?
I've had enough of that by my colleagues already.
I get sent to the storage room.
Did I do something wrong?
Did I make a mistake I didn't know of?
Or is there something that really needs to be done there?
Please just let it be that!
I turn on the light, it's one for a rather big storage. Unlike everything outside, this light is powered by gas and it's old, very old.
The shadows this light creates always scare me a bit.
The shadows look almost like the mannequins outside.
They look down on me condescendingly.
They judge me.
Their glares are so cold they send me shivering.
I start unpacking boxes, one after one, I do it as perfectly as possible.
I don't want to lose this job.
Suddenly the knife I'm holding for the boxes glides into my hand.
I wince out of pain and am just able to stop myself from cursing.
Thick, dark red drips onto the ground, staining the white plastic floor with the fluid.
A dark thought enters my mind: Perhaps in order to overcome my fear, I should become it.
I look down on my quivering hands.
Could I replace them to become like them?
Could I replace my skin and have a plastic layer instead?
To have no eyes, no nose and no mouth.
To be perfect, just like them.
Would it hurt or bite as the hot plastic would creep up my fleshy arms and legs.
Would I feel pain at all after the procedure and be perfect?
Would I be able to join them after it and be able to get just as many compliments and love?
But then again in all truth, I don't like their perfection.
Their perfection is one of arrogance.
In fact, I think I might even hate it.
I've tried so hard to become like them for such a long time.
I wear a mask to have my face look like them, I skip my lunches in order to become thinner like them.
But all of it...
All of it is for nothing.
It doesn't matter how hard I work, no one will ever accept me.
No one will ever care.
I shouldn't become like them to overcome my fear, I should become something far worse.
Something only I can be, something they can never be.
The floor beneath my feet seems cracked all of a sudden, cracked on the place on which I am standing.
The Gaslamp flickers approvingly, like it tells me to do what I want to do.
I don't remember the last time someone or something said something nice to me or even approved of an idea of mine.
But this lamp, the only real one in this entire building does.
I drop the mask and it shatters into a thousand pieces.
I love the noise it makes as it hits the ground.
Will they make that noise too?
I look down to the object in my hand.
I wonder what color they would bleed.
The fact that there’s no mannequin au fanfics out there makes me sick to my stomach. Does no one know how to have fun anymore 😔 a movie about a artist who falls in love with a muse that has inspired artists throughout centuries in a romcom where they are a mannequin brought back to life bc of the love they were given just for his gay friend to simply accept that this man talks to, dresses up, and has sex with said mannequin. Without knowing she’s alive with no comment. 🙄 ✋ they just don’t make movies with passion anymore
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