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Messages - legomaestro

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: May 31, 2020, 08:59:55 AM »
Skewlo Ren

Day 144

Skewlo Ren



With that, I am stepping out of this streak and letting myself focus on other things. Will still be drawing every day I can though, but I'm satisfied with my attempt. I think I was planning on reaching 200 but screw it haha.

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Manga Art Gallery / Re: Echo Archives
« on: May 30, 2020, 04:50:06 AM »
Just love how your characters look. I'm always trying to figure out what their backstory is and stuff. Great pencil work as always. What's the last one? Nice colouring too.

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Manga Art Gallery / Re: boss art
« on: May 30, 2020, 04:48:46 AM »
Wow Boss definite improvement here! Good stuff

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: May 30, 2020, 04:28:59 AM »
Day 142 and


 143





When I stop my survival after tomorrow I might just turn my 'daily drawing' into a daily tracing. It's perfect for low effort work where I can shut off and just doodle around. If I feel particularly productive I can do studies and all that fanciness, but this works for me. There's a weird boost in convidence I get seeing images out of Star Wars translated well enough to read like this. Having way too much fun doing them.

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: May 28, 2020, 07:44:23 AM »
Day 141

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Members Workshops / Re: The Day Of 1,000 Styles
« on: May 28, 2020, 05:17:26 AM »
Always a treat to see a bounce back, especially when it's from a bro!

And those nega names do indeed sound ridiculously cool haha.


And indeed... It's always Coryn's fault

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: May 27, 2020, 06:16:40 PM »
Day 140


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General Manga writer discussions / Re: Writer Discussion Table
« on: May 26, 2020, 07:33:43 PM »
Ah, I did get some legendary hangovers last weekend. Slavik beer. Huge bottles. Little motivation though

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Manga Art Gallery / Re: Legomaestro's Art Box
« on: May 26, 2020, 07:31:42 PM »
Lel it just occurs to me the Ramones were named after Ramone

And I can sort of see the resemblance










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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: May 26, 2020, 07:02:39 PM »
Day 139



Afro samurai screenshot

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Manga Art Gallery / Re: Legomaestro's Art Box
« on: May 26, 2020, 07:01:54 PM »
Thanks a lot man!

Going to have a frustrating year lol. Heavily referencing + Colour seems to make my art better, so I'll have to remove every proud instance of what I actually enjoy drawing and just mechanically study stuff I guess. Fun times. Ah well. I'll use it as an excuse to watch more movies and anime

From The Villaness




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General Manga writer discussions / Re: Writer Discussion Table
« on: May 26, 2020, 07:38:58 AM »
Stir craziness stirs up inspiration sometimes.

I too miss bars though. I'll get to them next week because they're already slowly opening my side.

More than anything I'm just super frustrated with not finishing my larger writing projects. At least I'm plugging away at the writing

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: May 26, 2020, 07:02:07 AM »
Day 138



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Manga Art Gallery / Re: Legomaestro's Art Box
« on: May 25, 2020, 08:38:19 AM »
Yeah I definitely want to do more studies. I've seen such amazing stuff on instagram

Trying for an animation a day


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Manga Writer workshop / Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« on: May 25, 2020, 08:36:09 AM »
Day 1 "McGun Walks"

He was done. He was in a bad mood. His wife had bled out 20 seconds ago. In 20 more she'd start stirring with white milky eyes, and the same bad joke would play out where he whispered sorry and shot her. 10 years in the thick of this zombie apocalypse. 45 Friends buried, 20 family members. He had to shoot the half of them, all while apologizing. His camp was overrun because some kids just had to forget the rules. It was always the kids, wasn't it?

He remembered thinking, surrealy watching a zombie movie where he knew things had been too peaceful, and palming his face in his hands at the sheer stupidity that was developing before him. It had been kids again too, right? Playing near a fence. Getting bitten, hiding the bite, biting their parents. He'd laughed the rest of the film, even cheered at the deaths that happened, refusing to be moved by the obvious cheap tactics of the director to make the plot run along a little longer.

And he was in one of those stories.

He stared up at the sky and growled. It was a mix between a scream and a growl, and he basically ignored his wifes' stirring corpse, tempted as always to let it happen.

But he hadn't been a decade out of sheer wit or luck. Something in him refused to die, even though right now, this was every bit his plan.

He shot her in the face and didn't bother looking at the gore. He went out to the camp as bedlam and chaos reigned. People running, shooting, gunning.

He headed to the armoury, packed himself up like a proper marine would. Assault rifle, pistol. Grenades, ammo. He had a machete and a shotgun too.

He went towards the hoarde. He walked. He heard nothing but the boom of his gun and the shake of his hands. There were like 50 of them, all swarming him.

He shot, he shot, he reloaded, he shoved, he gun-butted, he shot, he reloaded. He walked this way and that. He let one bite his armoured hands. He twisted, he shot. He shot.


He could still hear those defeaning echoes as he sat on a field with a bleeding machete, and Toby McGun realized that he'd just defeated a hoard of about 300 zombies, and staring at the back of the man who'd single-handedly saved the camp, the people dared not comfort him, and dared not forget him.

Toby, for his part, thought the grass looked nice. He tested his luck, pulled out his pistol from his side and in one swift motion put it to his skull and pulled the trigger.

There was a yelp behind him from a woman who'd tried to tell him to stop, but of course the gun was empty. Of course he'd live another day.

He smiled. Then he held a hand to his head, and he sat there for a very long time.

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