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The very first thumbnail I ever drew for the channel. You can kinda see how the character designs have changed over time, like how Patrick’s eye was much bigger and how the strings on his hoodie used to have yellow tips. Teddy also used to have a more sinister look about him. I’m pretty happy with how the troll’s teeth turned out though.
Source: “Trolland - Marinauts Viewing Party”
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Here’s the thumbnail for our very first podcast. I think it’s one of my favorite thumbnails that I’ve drawn for the channel. As you can probably tell by looking at all of the thumbnails, I really struggle with drawing the characters from different angles, so obviously, all the characters here are facing forward. I think the greenish blue color pallete used here looks really nice, and the characters are all drawn so closely together, so it made for the perfect profile picture too.
Source: “The Marinaut Podcast #1 - Middle-Earth and Middle School”
Lyrics for a new song I've been working on
Every now and then I turn my head And wonder how my home as aged Have the roots pierced through the foundation? Has nature gone and made her claim? Dancing on hallowed ground Not a doubt in the town Our memory will never wash out Oh what an eloquent way To guarantee its decay Teasing at the clock to show its hand They say for every grief observed We have a chance to make ourselves anew Lay your mortar on the brick And dare the branches to try bursting through Can you remember planting trees To block the sun out while you sleep And all my worries over holes you'd leave behind But my oh my has it grown Into a demon of its own It's made a home in every word that left my tongue Do you remember telling me To kill the candle while I sleep That the movements and the sounds were in my head? Then why does no one go alone Into that grove now overgrown What keeps them up every night?
