Lina Prime

Happy New Year from the Gang!

Hard flash photography lighting turned out to be really hard to replicate, so if you want to make your OCs in a hard flash portrait NO YOU DON'T

I've had a few days to think of what to write, and I guess I do need to get it out of my chest. So here we go...

A few years ago I was going through a mix of severe anxiety, uncertainty, depression, and burnout. When 2020 arrived, it came with loneliness. I had cut ties with people who did me more worse than good, and despite having the unending support of my family, there was this dreaded sense of self-doubt and bitter solitude that I couldn't shake off. I listen to music almost all the time since I was a kid. Either before bed, while in the car, and of course, while writing and drawing. Yes, I have tinnitus. It inspires most of stories I come up with in my mind, most of the characters I draw. Keeps my day-dreaming going. There were a good number of musicians that both my dad and I enjoy, but up until then, I hadn't listened to their complete works. So, in an effort to keep creativity going, despite the odds, I sat down to listen to them...

It was just what I needed at the time.

All these old rock musicians that were my dad's age, or older, gave me a sense of freedom and warm company I hadn't felt in a long time. I listened to all of their work, watched and read their interviews, wanted to see who they were behind the mystique. They sparked a level of inspiration I desperately needed back then, and they still continue to do so. But of all these flamboyant characters from the 70s, none of them had me as starstruck... as The Spaceman.

Ace Frehley would become one of my favorite musicians, guitarrists, singers, and people, of all time. While in KISS, he took the mantle of The Spaceman, an electrifying wanderer from outer space. Behind the beautiful artistry of the character, his make-up and costumes, Ace refused to be as enigmatic as the other members of the band. He got nervous with interviews, drank to get through them, and ended up being the funniest and most amicable person in the room. He unintentionally stole the spotlight, with his spirit and his talent. Like many of his contemporaries, Ace struggled with substances, and left the group after Peter, from what would become irredeemable differences with Paul and Gene. Even when his addiction took a toll, Ace knew he had immense talent. His KISS solo album was the best of the four, he wrote some of the band's best songs, and his riffs gave birth to an unprecedented style, and inspired numerous musicians to come. He went on to form his own group, made some of the best fucking songs out there, worked with long time friends, who also happened to be some of the best artists in Rock history... and made Rock history, himself. No biggie. He got clean, formed a family, and earned a spot in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. He was the Guitar Hero of many.

I'm not a musician. All I'm good at is at grabbing a pencil and sketching. I've wanted to draw a proper fanart for Ace for a long time, having been unable to squeeze it inbetween my projects. It was on my to-do list, waiting. And then, all of the sudden... he left us. When he still had so much to gift us. Ace will never see this, or read this. He'll never know how much of an impact he's had on me, someone who just draws. He'll never know what he has inspired me to create, and how much I hope my work will, at the very least, hold his name, and show it to others, even if to just a few.

He was a dazzling, rocking, and amazing artist. A wonderful person, who's laughter would light up a room. My sincerest sympathies to his loved ones. And to Ace...

I fucking love you, Ozzy

Humankind has spent more than 30 years in conflicts and wars, all of which worsened the already rapidly decaying environmental state of the planet, and the scarce of natural resources, increasing the suffering of the new generations. Something in the first contact with the Prince went wrong, and now humanity has an ill reputation in the colony, escalated by the violent actions of the Alliance.

The Alliance, a human-only army, was formed by once enemy forces, who have left past differences aside, to face a major threat in the Prince. For humans themselves, it has either been a heroic force, or something better avoided. Among those who evade it, is Roy, a kid with an unfortunate past, who has found happiness and a family, in a small town on Non-Alligned territory.

Like any other NA territory on Earth, it is far from the economic activities and luxuries that sectors claimed by the Prince may enjoy. A guy like Roy, who's done questionable things to make cash, will tell you that the town certainly has its charms.

Roy, grown onto a strong and fearless man with a feisty reputation, no longer looks back, and seeks to change for the better, and to find success in his life-long dream: leave the street races behind, and join the professionals. While his impressive piloting skills and an old hoverjet like Orion, can get him anywhere he wants, a little push is never bad…

When he comes across a strange gem that grants him fiery and spectacular powers, Roy not only gets the chance to achieve what he wants, but his seemingly shallow aspirations transform into something that will change the world, the fate of the universe... and his own heart.

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Starcrossed, Ch. Sheet 4/4: "The Fox"

The first extraterrestrial to arrive to Earth, 75 years before the story begins, and the only Blue-blood on the planet. He's the outcast prince of the dreaded and vicious Empire that is conquering all the known universe.

Fleeing certain execution, Astros finds our Solar System (yet on unexplored universe), and takes over humanity's settlement on Mars, and our home, planet Earth. Earth, almost doomed by humanity's wars and greed, is restored into an imperial colony, destined to be the new home of all alien-kind escaping the power and death of the Empire.

Everyone, human and alien-kind, believe that the Prince isolates in a palace on the Moon, leaving all his tasks and responsabilities in the hands of his imperial robot soldiers. For the good and safety of the people, Astros preffers that his subjects see him as distant and unreliable. His true nature, the reason why his own kind condemned him - and normal to anyone who isn't a blue-blood -… tucked away from everyone to see.

Haunted by the fear and regrets if his concealed bloody past, he has a necessity for solitude, all which he strongly wishes to overcome. For now, Astros walks on Earth, actively trying to care for the planet, its native inhabitants, and the colony, as much as he can… from a safe distance.

Long overdue Super Sonic and Super Shadow fanart!