I use this a lot when storyboarding a first pass of a sequence. Placing hands in the right, most appealing position can be tricky. In order to create a clear silhouette for the hands, I often draw them “floating in the air”. Then, using my general knowledge of anatomy, I just “fill in the arms”. This way I can create a much more expressive and clear pose than if I was just radiating out of the torso. That’s when structure and anatomy can get in the way of a clear message. And hands carry a lot of meaning, so I want to make them as clear as possible for my audience to see them. I would say the same applies to life drawing. Since they often don’t carry the body weight (legs most often do), I feel like i can take the freedom of changing their position slightly to make a better visual statement. -n
Legion Fan Skin by Franks-Mixtape and Iridescent-King
Mask ~ Frostbitten Protection: Defaced ski goggles paired with a mask that is decorated with a twisted grin, mocking its victims and keeping its wearer warm.
Torso ~ Insulated Ski Patrol Coat: An abandoned ski patrol jacket that Frank found in the remains of a snow lodge and made his own.
Weapon ~ Black Diamond Ice Pick: Once used as a tool, now modified for murder.
HUGE thanks to @iridescent-king who helped me bring my idea for this skin to life and is the artist to this piece. We’ve spend weeks brainstorming on this thing and I adore how it came out.
Someone give me a slasher reaction. 🥺 Let’s say my little baby sister (who I love so much and is always with me) is painting the nails of and doing the hair of Michael Myers, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher if I was with any of them and they were at my house to visit me. How would they react? 🥺
I’ll do a quick myers one; sorry this is more of a story rather than just a reaction.
Feeling the tiny, slender fingers of the child prod and pull at his masks hair would apt for Michael to become curious about the girls progression with her passion project, feeling yet another gentle tug as the thick strands overlapped one another to form a neat braid. The immortal killer would attempt multiple times to look back at her, trying to get a peek at the full-length mirror behind them, only to be gently readjusted by the girls free hand to face forward. His head would slowly bow in frustration, gently drumming his hands against the fabric of his thigh.
When the little girl finally finished up with one last sound of a band being tied around the base of his brown locks, Michael would perk up and try once more to look at himself, although to his dismay, be once again ushered to keep himself position forward.
Hearing the child giggle would cause him to start fumbling with the sorted array of small viles that had been placed ontop of the table infront of him, eyeing each label carefully. Every glass cylinder was filled to the brim with various colors of a paint-like substance, with exotic names plastered onto the sides of the bottle like “flamingo mango”. He wasn’t sure of what that implied, though the vibrance of it’s shade sure piqued his interest. Keeping his head faced forward to make sure he wouldn’t be shoved again, he trailed his coarse hand across the carpet and pushed at the child’s foot, attempting to grap her attention. He felt her shift from behind him, the gown that swept past her knees brushing against his back being soon accompanied by her tiny hands pushing up against his shoulders. Michael would turn his head ever so slightly, being met with the cheery grin that stretched itself across his lips. Sliding his hand away from her, he’d then lift it up to gesture towards the polish, as if questioning what they were before.
“That’s nail polish, silly. I’ll be using that in a bit,” she chirped in response, finding the others curiosity rather entertaining.
Michael silently sighed in response, plucking one of the viles from it’s place to roll it into the center of his palm, clutching it as he brought it up to the others face. The little girl squinted, trying her best to recognize the label that was plastered onto the glass. “Garnet Red?” She read out loud, sending an unsure look in the slashers direction. Michael nodded, appearing to like the color much more than the rest. The female considered his choice, plucking the capsule from his grasp, “Fine, though hold still, I can’t have you moving like you were while I was doing your hair.” Michael pointed up to his head in response, hoping he’d now be able to see what she’d done.
“You want to see?”
Another nod.
“You’ll have to wait, Mikey. It’ll only be complete when your nails are finished!”
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