Cyanistic Creations

I’ve already up and left Tumblr because of their stupid choices for the future of their website. I forgot to mention this on this particular account. I’ll be around under the name Cyanistic in all sorts of places.

Motivation is a fickle one and I’ve yet to figure out a way to tame it. Discipline is too rough, motivation and creativity would crumble under it. Work exhausts the body and mind leaving little building blocks to use. Time is constantly fleeting and sways just out of reach at every moment.

I’ve also been wrapped up in some other things too. But my body has been itching more regularly to stir up some true focused progress. Maybe even write a short story or two. But that’s one of the problems. I get that itch and no sooner than I scratch it, it’s gone and the itch is relieved. It’s really troublesome.

Depression also acts like a leak in my gas tank, draining me of my energy and will to create. I’m not sure when I’ll make up my next post or pursue my hobby in a significant manner, but hopefully I’ll manage that sometime soon.

Concept image once again. I’m constantly changing her design as far as abilities go.

Previously it was laid out like this: Healing Flames Ignite Ignite 2 Ignite 3 / Nullification of magic. Healing Flames would be white flames, Ignite would be standard orange flames, 2 would be yellow flames, 3 would be blue flames.

But in the end, I wasn’t happy with the design so I switched it up.

Her healing doesn’t boast flames. Instead, it’s heat waves coming off her body. The process heats up her body, as one would expect. The healing still works as quickly as it did before.

Her ignite is more or less the same, it’s normal flames coming off her body. it’s like standing next to a fire pit.

Ignite 2 is a step above this. The flames take on a burning yellow. The fire pit is more akin to a large shed being on fire.

Ignite 3 is life-threatening. Her flames take on a white appearance. A decently size house lot is the danger zone. It’s important to mention that while that is the zone of danger, it’s not how large the flames are. In this form her pores and skin are tearing and shredding trying to expel the heat inside her body, but it can’t. She’s killing herself and melting her insides. This form drains an absurd amount of her magic and energy. Too long in this form and she will reach a point of no return. She will die after the flames die out but there is a grace period where she’s able to stay alive and kicking-- living entirely on her magic-- fighting with what is now a corpse.

Nullification is still the same, blue flames. The concept I envisioned was that she mistakenly assumed she could only create the blue flames from making her flames hotter. When it’s a separate skill entirely. In her universe, she’s on of very few that’s capable of it.

She lacks a true backstory.

So I want to ask this, and please me your input!

Im touched!

It makes me happy knowing that it can help out even one person. I’d like to get requests and asks, from people wanting to know something specific on their mind so I can try my best to help them with it.

Story Time - Scarlet’s Hunt for the Basilisk

Context: Bryce Norfleet’s Journal. Above is the concept art of Scarlet Lockhart and my version of a basilisk. I’ll make a follow up to this at some point.         The tepid and dimming glow of the sky that so many took for granted was approaching it’s last moments of freedom. Come an hour, it would be swallowed up by the endless sea that surrounded the island. A lone woman grunted as she slashed her cutlass through the undergrowth and wondered if she would be the next thing that would get swallowed up. It was a morbid thought, but a realistic worry.         Despite her best efforts to brute force her way through the growth covered labyrinth that this may as well have been, she’d still find her legs getting caught in the vegetation in the most seemingly odd ways. She briefly contemplated the possibility of the slowly darkening jungle having a mind of it’s own, but surely something like that was fool’s talk and nothing more.         “Ouch!” She hissed in sudden pain, flailing slightly at the assault. It took her a few moments to realize her cause of pain. A stray beetle flew dead-smack into her right eye... Again. By now, she was already tired of the residents in this evergreen landscape, specifically the eye-diving beetles that infested this jungle. She might as well get an eye patch because that was the second one this day and if this kept up, she might not have an eye anymore.         Scarlet, despite being annoyed was quickly and promptly absorbed back into her thoughts. Her mind flashed back to her father’s journal that she had found in her mother’s tavern’s cellar, she’d found it several years ago but despite all those harsh years, it was still in fine shape. She scoffed mid-thought to herself. As if she’d let anything happen to it.         More importantly, that journal had as much information as a person could possibly have on the supposed mythical creature. The basilisk was something only told about in legends and myths. Yet her father had come face to face with one and survived. She memorized the description. The details. It’s look and especially the map leading to the island where she’d supposedly find them.         And that’s what brought her to this exact moment and although she felt slightly bad that she denied her crew’s help, but she felt like she should best the creature alone. That’s what her father did. That’s what she’d do. But that was easier said than done. Night was approaching and there was no telling if these creatures still existed. But just as her well of hope was drying out, she heard a noise that was far from anything she’d ever heard from the jungle thus far.         The otherworldly noise that sneaked out between the jungle’s twisted paths and thick leaves was something in between the likes of a frog and bird. A deep rattling and croaking seemed to reverberate in it’s throat making a noise she’d never heard of. Not only that, but it also carried hints of a spectral like noise that she’d expect out of a ghost than a living creature.         Scarlet’s eyes stayed trained on her surroundings, darting to every rustle and shift in scenery. Despite the calls that whisked past the thick humid air, she couldn’t pinpoint it’s direction. Everything else thus far, she could gather at least a general direction, but this one was unnaturally devoid of it.         She squeezed the inside of her cheek with her teeth in thought and slight annoyance. But still, she pressed on, choosing to climb her way through the hazel branches and the virescent vines that blocked her way up a hill. The foliage had lessened into more of a clearing and it allowed her to see the light shining just a bit more brightly ahead along with the crashing sound of the endless ocean just beyond and out of sight, which meant she was near the end of the island.         As if to punish the jungle, she stabbed her weapon, that carried the blood of the plants along it’s blade, down into one of the large roots jutting out of the ground. The damp wood was plagued with mildew and nearly rotten to the core, it’s state made the perfect spot for moss and fungus to cultivate. No sooner than she had stabbed her weapon down however, her eardrums vibrated with the deep rumbling she’d never be able to physically hear. The rumbling was accompanied with the loud and hollow rattling croak noise now. The only indication of where this creature was, was the volume.         She glanced left to right trying to find the source or a hint to it’s whereabouts. There were only a couple more trees in her field of view and beyond the cliff she’d reached was nothing but a deep blue sea that reflected the blazing sun, an object in the sky that persisted to shine despite the world’s best efforts to set it.         The rattling that died down was instead replaced with a wet squelching noise. Unlike the aimless rattling, this sound had direction and it was far more close than she would have preferred it to be and, judging by the sound, it was moving towards what it could understand as the line of her sight.         It’s almost sickening noise moved down the tree, she didn’t have to bother looking up as it slowly came into view, crawling down the tree as naturally as a frog and with the prowess of a large feline. It’s legs seemed to be that of a frog, it’s head; a bird, it’s body; a large feline, and it’s tail; a malformed frog limb holding what looked like hundreds of eggs in it’s webbed digits.         Her eyes widened in wake of the realization. The creature that was making it’s way down was without a doubt, the basilisk she’d seen in her father’s journal. But. It was huge. Extremely huge. It was the size of a lion or even a tiger. The drawings had made it seem no bigger than a large dog; a wolf.         Her eyes burned holes into the creature as she took in every detail. It’s fur was matted and wet. A dull tan feathery mane surrounded it’s neck while the rest of it’s body was a sickly cloudy grey. As it practically slithered out of the tree and straightened it’s body upright, her eyes would find purchase on they eyes that leered down at her.         Her speech and movement was the cost for experiencing the very existence and presence of this myth. Not even a second had passed by before Scarlet was swallowed up by not only it’s gaze but the pain that threatened to devour her very consciousness as well. She felt her body struggling and cramping in pain, try as she did, her eyes wouldn’t pry themselves away from it’s death-inducing stare.         Her grip on reality was crumbling in on itself the longer this went on. She couldn’t grasp which way was up or down. She grit her teeth almost painfully trying to endure the sensation of her bones snapping in half and the feeling of her beating heart pumping poison through her veins. Her body prompted her to scream out in pain but the most it was capable of was a choked and noiseless, panicked breath. Had it destroyed her vocal chords already?         Pain was all she was capable of grasping with her fragmenting mind. That was, until the unbroken bridge that connected the two was abruptly severed by her sharp cutlass. Shining steel blocked her vision from the creature. Her mouth opened immediately to suck in as much air as humanely possible. Hyperventilating, she’d come to the realization she wasn’t breathing.         Her eyes focused as best they could, recovering from the strenuous torture it was just put through. No longer was she staring at the deadly gaze of a predator. Rather, she was now staring eyes to eyes with a girl who’s tears were falling down her cheeks and look of complete fear.         The girl’s face struggled to harden and, in the process, swallowed the pain down. The girl in the blade mirrored her struggle as if to find strength in her twin’s attempts. She closed her eyes and opened them again. Her widened eye expression was no more. Angry eyes that burned with determination was left in it’s place. She glanced down, staring at the creatures legs. As long as she didn’t stare into it. As long as she didn’t stare into it.

        As long as she didn’t stare into it.         She swallowed and brought the blade down slowly, still not quite comprehending how she’d managed to break it’s sight. She didn’t feel any control over her fear-stricken limbs. The basilisk’s eyes were again, free to gaze into her own only this time, she didn’t grace it with a glare back. Still as ever, it simply stared her down, head tilting and throat chortling as if it didn’t expect her to still be standing. She stared at it’s slimy digits and fumbled her shivering hand to her holster that harbored her flintlock.         There wasn’t any possible way to aim properly, she was barely keeping herself from glancing up at it’s eye and her arm was still shaking in leftover fear and stress. She desperately tried to breath as slow as she could to calm herself down. She’d put herself in many situations in the past where the outcomes looked bleak. This one was no different. Not only that, but her father had bested one of these creatures as well. If anyone could follow in his footsteps, it’d have to be her. That’s why she couldn’t fail.

        Scarlet grit her teeth as she managed to find some solid ground to steady herself on. She unholstered the single shot pistol slowly. Her mind was a flurry of all the possible outcomes. But if she didn’t strike now, it eventually would. With the squeeze of the pistol’s trigger the jungle was immediately brought to silence by a powerful gunshot. Before she even felt the recoil of the pistol her body was already jutting forward, ready to swing on it’s own.

        The echoing gunshot was answered with a directionless pained rattle and the sound of rotting wood creaking. Her eyes widened in shock, she could only tightly grip her cutlass, hoping not to lose it. What she didn’t pick up immediately with her eyes, her ears put two and two together. The basilisk had pounced forward, using it’s pain to fuel the ignition to it’s attack. Scarlet tried to direct her already moving arm forward, holding the cutlass to towards the attacking creature.

        The two bodies collided, the full force of one leaving the other topple backwards down the hill. Scarlet’s motion blurred vision flickered as her head met the hard unforgiving root of a tree root. She choked out a pained yelp. The pain left her vision blurry and while she couldn’t see anything, her sword was definitely stuck in what she assumed was the creature. She wasn’t about to lose her cutlass. The panicked girl gripped her sword as tight as she could, her knuckles whitening from the intensity. Attempting to stop the fall could potentially wound her.

        Scarlet felt the enormous weight tumble off of her and with it, her weapon was free. Free to nearly slice her own hand off in her fall. With no weight above her, she fell onto her stomach and almost onto the back end of her cutlass. She hadn’t the time to comprehend how she still had both hands and scrambled to her feet in a frenzy. The grey mass just a few steps from her flopped back onto it’s feet as quickly as she had.

        She grunted feeling her body pounce forward, reading her blade once again. But the creature would not be taken by surprise a second time, it jolted backwards away from the slash. Its limbs readied it into another pounce. Scarlet grit her teeth as she missed and saw the grey mass shrink. Her swirling mind couldn’t comprehend the movement until it was too late.

        Once again, she was taken off her legs and got well acquainted with the roots below with the resounding crack of her head meeting them. She couldn’t move her arms. Had she lost them? A crushing weight reassured her they were still there. A rattle that felt as though it were echoing in her mind prompted her to thrash her head around.

        No sooner than she did, she thought felt the wood beneath her head shudder with an impact of some kind filling the air with a knocking sound.  Disorientated as she was, she was easily able to put two and two together as to what had happened. Her head, desperately lashed out side to side, trying to avoid any blows she couldn’t quite possibly see. Miraculously her luck allowed her to avoid the first few attempts at stabbing its beak down at her face but it wasn’t a gamble she’d win out on.

        She faintly heard the sound before her body processed the pain. It was a sickening wet noise that resonated inside her body first before they met her ears on the outside. Her eyes attempted to widen in shock at the sudden sheer pain assaulting her senses but she could only do that with her left eye. Her perception on reality still a blur, she could feel a movement in her right eye, she barely had time to register what it was before it’s beak retracted and with it, a part of her senses she’d never get back.

        Scarlet let out a blood curdling scream as the basilisk tore her eye from her socket. Scarlet’s body naturally shut the emptying socket in attempt to keep the eye inside her body where it belonged, but all she was given was the slithering sensation of the last of it being taken away from between her eyelids. Her body convulsed and jerked with pain. The basilisk, surprised by the loud scream and sudden strength reeled back, freeing her limbs out from under it.

        The bloodied and separated eye dropped from it’s beak onto Scarlet’s bare midriff before rolling off leaving a trail of her own blood in it’s escape. For better or for worse, that horrifying sensation didn’t even register to her. Scarlet desperately gasped and choked on her own pain, far too blinded by it to realize anything else.

        Free to move and shaking violently, she forced herself onto her stomach in an attempt to crawl away. It was the only thing her body would listen to at this point. It was an automatic response to her pain. Yet, cruel as any predator, the basilisk would not allow it’s weakened prey to escape. It rattled in curiosity and followed her about four feet before resuming it’s assault on her.

        Her back was peppered with the piercing and stinging sensation of it’s beak pecking her back. It was torturous and only earned more of a cry from the defeated girl. In fact, that was the only sound in the forest now, making her fate all the more humiliating. Everything that lived in this forest would get to hear her last pathetic moments alive, scrambling in the dead leaves littering the forest and screaming out like dying prey.

        “Scarlet?!” The girl’s name rang into the silent forest air. The pecking ceased and Scarlet, amidst all the pain, felt her heart sink. Cassandra had managed to follow her screams. The girl’s best friend screamed her name again, even closer. No. No. No!

        Bleeding from her eyeless socket and soaked in her own blood from her open back wounds, Scarlet’s pain only magnified in knowing Cassandra would be next. She was gritting her teeth extremely hard now, she swore she felt something chip and crack. The curious rattle echoed in no direction as it waited.

        “Scarlet?! A-Are you al--AHHHH!” Cassandra’s voice went shrill at the sight of the basilisk standing over what she only could assume was her dead childhood friend and lover. The basilisk’s rattle grew more aggressive as it made it’s way towards the shivering girl. She’d already locked eyes with it and, having learned from it’s mistakes, it wasn’t going to give her a chance to break it’s sight like the other girl.

        Cassandra was wordless now, only managing strangled noises as her body refused to respond to her wishes. Scarlet’s body burned in pain and burned in it’s own determination. Her limbs pushed and slid on the dead leaves beneath her. Like a reincarnated corpse, she found her way to her feet and stood up.

        Dizzy, delirious, and still nearly blind. She attempted to find her sword amidst the dead fragile leaves that she, ashamedly, felt related to. Her fumbling hand slapped down on cold metal in the dirt and held the blade properly. Slowly dragging herself to the occupied basilisk she tried her best to comprehend the picture. 

        No sooner than she got an idea of the image, she reeled her arm backwards and slashed at what she thought to be it’s back legs. The blades carved into the muscle and flesh and licked it’s bones, not quite able to pierce them. The monster shrieked in shock and pain, swirling around to lash out at the attacker but instead found itself tumbling over. Whatever muscles were in it’s legs no longer worked and the creature couldn’t grasp that concept right away.

        Scarlet, full of anger, lifted her cutlass up and stabbed down into it. She didn’t know what she hit. She didn’t care. Again. Again. She grunted in frustration as it thrashed around. Like she thrashed around. But it didn’t show her any mercy so she wouldn’t either. Repeatedly she pierced it’s form until it’s bones caught on the blade, keeping it in place.

        She tugged in frustration before losing her grip and tumbling backwards. Head over heels, she ended up lying on her stomach. Her hands scrambled and pushed at the earth, trying to force her frenzied form back up. But her attempts were dashed as she felt the basilisk snatch up her up in it’s... Arms?

        “Scarlet! Oh my god, are you okay?!” Cassandra’s arms squeezed her best friend, afraid that if she let go, she’d never hold her again. “You idiot, how could you just go out-- without-- and--” Scarlet’s focused faded in and out. The entire scenario had drained her and whatever adrenaline she had was rapidly fading.

        “Sc--t--?” Her friend questioned but received no answer. Instead, she tried to grin and forced herself up onto her feet. Scarlet felt dead where she stood. Her body felt cold. Her entire body felt weak. Nonetheless, she was moving forward, dragging herself closer and closer to the dying basilisk and out of her best friend’s loving embrace. Scarlet winced as pain surged through her missing eye again.

        Stopping in front of the beast she’d bested. She could make out the subtle glow from it’s eye and knelt down near it. Scarlet could feel the faint symptoms beginning to wash over her. Her hand reached down holding onto the beak. It’s lack of response was a good indicator as any to how close to death’s door it was. Her free hand reached down and the glow in her gaze ceased.

        Her fingers dug into the monster’s socket, the pain caused weak spasms from the defeated predator. No sooner than her fingers felt like they had a good grip, she pulled back. Like uprooting a weed, she felt the multiple gives before the eye came free. and she fumbled backwards again.

Rather than reblog, I tend to just keep everything in my likes. There’s a lot of stuff that’s entertaining and helpful. Maybe I should try reblogging more.

While I do love Masks/Blindfolds/Faceless/Helmet characters. (Especially when it comes to girls.)

Giving her a humanoid face creates this sense of... Familiarity? We automatically associate her with our emotions, our feelings, the way we exist, and so on. So, when you see that she lacks some core elements, it makes her more odd than an alien character who’s completely detached from humans. If you take away her face, you detach feelings people may have towards a character.

In my creating her though, the idea of her taking the form of the apex predator on a particular planet in attempts to find the perfect life-form for her to copy sounds neat.

I could try to come up with some other bullshit reasons, but I just like girls and I think her having a face is nice. That’s about it. Sometimes an abstract picture is just an abstract picture.

This is a more proper concept of Osmosium that I found.

If I ever did a story about her, it’d be something akin to a Godzilla movie where Godzilla is the only monster. She wreaks havoc and destruction and humanity does it’s best to stop her only, in her story, they can’t.

A good ending simply can’t exist with her. It’d be a story about her deconstruction of the world and humanity’s efforts in accepting, denying, and fighting against it hopelessly.

This is due to my new HTC Vive.

Mir and Kue: Part 1

Because I’ve yet to find the urge to finish the mini-story on Scarlet’s Eye, I decided to introduce you to a character of mine and explain a few things about my creating her. Enjoy the character inspiration monster girls in the meantime.

I’ll be talking about Mir in this one. The next one will discuss Kue.

Now then onto my rambling... I’ll try to finish this post instead of draft it and put it on the shelf forever like I’ve been doing for multiple posts. If you like the images, just hit me up, I’ll probably be able to find the artist.