cladomasochist:

The lesson to take away from this image is that you really shouldn’t put trolls in charge of interior decoration. 

Later, Rossan discovers that Lydain has taken his boots while he was distracted and won’t tell him where she put them.

cladomasochist:

For my first piece of the Relay Commissions Drive! A really really generous individual who wished to remain anonymous asked for an image of Bramblepatch’s Rossan without his paint on. I decided this meant I needed to draw him first thing in the evening, just as he wakes up and before he gets his face on. 

The commissioner intended these as ‘gifting art from one of my favorite fanartists to one of my favorite authors’, which is pretty much sweet as hell. Thanks, friend!

Oh wow.

Rossan who told you you could be hot?

Thank you Pi and thank you anon! This is wonderful.

prayforpredators:

“I prefertothink of it as having givenme the opportunity topractice gettingmyself out of trouble.”

Originally I was going to do Arsast but he wasn’t translating to spriting well, so I decided to go with my other favorite. Lydain likely to come soon.

Omg. Rossan the obnoxious dork, now in talksprite form.

cladomasochist:

So Bramble, this one time you said, quote “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten any Miracle Child fanart featuring digitigrade or tailed trolls”

which, while really not being of any relevance to the greater point of that post, I of course took as a challenge. 

Immediately, my mind decided that yes, of course it should be Arsast, who else would most need a tail but the funambulist? Balance! Hooray! 

And so digitigrade+tail Arsast swanning about on coral reefs at low tide like a little backlit hipster tool (spoilers: that is exactly what he is)

Pi, honey, you are utterly incorrigible. 

cladomasochist:

So I’ve been wanting to make talksprites because talksprites are fun, and Bramble’s OCs were the first sacrifice. Arsast is really obviously my first attempt; Sephar looks a lot better. Fun fact! Sephar’s unimpressed face is reffed of Kankri because he has the best holier-than-thou snooty arm cross. Thanks, Kankri!

Also wow Arsast resized badly hmmm

Oh my god

I am so glad Arsast has a facepalm emote in his.

So glad.

pianochordsandkeys:

Okay, if anyone wants to ask about this. It’s Bramble’s fault for making a fabulous shorty character with a huge ego and a level-head who happens to be me personified on some levels.

and here is a lovely bit of art by Zach, who says that if I write a novel about it he’ll die of awkwardness, so I’ll just leave it at “you did good, kid.”

cladomasochist:

Once upon a time, I did a cast lineup for Miracle Child and it was kind of mediocre. But now. Now I have civvies and solid relative heights and confirmed paint designs. 

Somehow, this picture became compositionally all about Rossan. Geeze, Rossan, way to be dead-middle in a height lineup and also wear the most obnoxious colors. And you’re not even paying attention. 

Rude, Rossan. Rude.

Rossan is basically the worst.

wheresmyhamlet:

Happy super belated birthday, Bramble! Two of your lovely ladies for you, Lazapi and Ammond. 

Aw, thank you!

(Ammond has answered a couple of questions on the ask blog and is also an RP character of mine, if anyone wasn’t sure.)

Okay so the story here is I have had this sitting open in photoshop for like WEEKS almost done and I keep going ‘eunghghgh’ at the prospect of coloring all the fiddly junk in the background (on the color layers there is MORE JUNK under the benches in scribbly. ‘eunghghgh’). I think this one is gonna be linework or nothing. 

But enough about my artistic woes, let’s look at these FREAKING CUTIES instead. 

Miracle Child: doing OCs right enough that I ship them with canon characters (and HOW). 

luxuryofconviction:

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned, in flames
A million mile from home, I’m walking ahead
I’m frozen to the bones, I am…

A soldier on my own, I don’t know the way
I’m riding up the heights of shame
I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I’m ready for the fight, and fate

The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead’s
The rising of the horns, ahead

From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again

This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands,
I’m frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home, I’m walking away
I can’t remind your eyes, your face.

-“Iron”, by Woodkid

I present to you, the Grand Highbutt.

That song’s kind of been my headcanon GHB song for a while now, and it’s what I listened to for the most part while painting this.
This is, of course, Bramble’s esteemed GeeAich, who may or may not be especially thrilled at the fact that his goods are on display for the world to see. Sorry, GH. [Not really, but y’know].

Click through for the higher res version on the dA page. I may come back to this piece and work on it some more, but I think for now I need to just let it go and put it up.

I will be posting a Process-GIF of this later, when I get around to it. >3>

Hope you like. c:

[If you haven’t yet, go read Miracle Child. It’s especially excellent, as I’ve said many times a’fore.]