After I finish the piece for the collab that I'm hosting, I'm going to focus on creating a fully-colored, 99-page, volume of the Anastasia Project webcomic. It means that there would be a lot fewer art portal uploads from me until I finish the book.

The title of the comic is "Anastasia: Tales of the Scroll Mage"

I estimate the project's release to be around December, along with the launch of my other one-shot comic "Erebus".

An idea finally hit me and I finished sketching 11 pages on a whim. If I get psyched enough I might make if full color.

It's going to be generic and formulaic but I'll try to mix things up and put my own spin to it.

Got inspired after remembering Magic Knight Rayearth.

• Made significant art progress, thank you everyone who helped me improve
• Published "The Testament of Hermestheus" as a "book" here in Newgrounds because I'm starting to loose my way about the story of Anastasia Project
• No Wanzu drawing this month (STREAK BROKEN unfortunately, R.I.P. goals I set for myself this year. I might as well break the other goal too LOL.)
• Hosted a collab for Pico day. (I better deliver on this one)
• Started slowly working on setting up my commission info

This month is great because I actually put an effort to further improve my drawings. I don't think my skills really improved that much, only my efficiency and perseverance (are these skills?). I was already satisfied about how my art looks and it was delightful to see that I can still make them look better.

Also, I talked about how I only want to draw characters when making comics in the past and how it was the only way for me at the time to express my creativity despite the obvious flaws in reasoning. (Or something like that). While it is still partially true, I finally came to the conclusion that it is because I cannot bridge my art and my storytelling. Whether it is due to me having too much fun with the panels (hard to follow) or being too conscious with them (uniform panel size), I'm still struggling to find the perfect balance. I might return to drawing them traditionally, since I have more "control" with a pen on paper than a finger on a phone screen. I might just have to bear with eraser dirt and pencil markings on my hand. Also scanning the work, so tedious only to end up being traced digitally too. We'll see. If I succeed, hurray. If I don't I'll find another way. (Or buy a good device from the money I can potentially earn from commissions)

I willed an infinitesimal part of my nonexistence into being and incarnated as Hermestheus, uttering its name and severing it from my influence. It rippled across the Material Realm; my body forming into that of a newborn angel, ignorant of the world. I gazed upon my material body as it fell down an abyssal ocean. It grew into a cherub as it acclimated to the realm, eventually drifting into the shore of Singirvam, the Land of Slaughter. 

As I set foot into the land, I felt the paralysing echoes of wrath, bloodlust, and death. Its inhabitants diverted their attention to me as my foreign presence alerted them. They slaughtered each other out of existence for the glory of being the one to keep me as their child. No one was victorious.

I walked alongside the endless shore and listened more to the echoes of the land. Some of those who sought my presence have returned to life, continuing their carnage once more. Others moved away to fight somewhere else.

My stroll was halted as a crimson light emanated in front of me. It was Aitromme, the Embodiment of Death, and a daughter of mine. I asked her name, in which she gave me a perplexed stare and asked, "Have you forgotten?" She answered my question and the utterance of her name erased my existence and left her in a greater state of perplexion. After returning to existence, she revealed that my presence faintly resembled myself. Her keenness made me proud as I observed from beyond. I, the incarnation, even more perplexed than she was, asked who I resembled. Her revelation of me resembling myself filled me with suffocating yet serene power, for the comparison was the most rightful for me than any of my daughters. The invocation of my name ringing in all corners of my material body.

"I was prepared to punish myself, but I am not mistaken. You must be THE incarnation of our mother." she spoke unto me with a delighted yet concerned smile. "But be warned, for you are no different from any of us. You are not our mother, however close you may resemble her. No matter how infinitesimally greater your resemblance is to her compared to any of us angels, all of us are still her daughters." Enlightened, I replied, "I am Hermestheus, Siaeraielle incarnated. I know not the reason for my being, yet I will roam this realm no different from any angel, devil, or fairy, for I am no greater or lesser than any of my sisters." 

Unveiling her wings, she said, "Indeed, heal or harm others as you may. Live the way you would be happy, have your death be meaningful to both yourself and the others, and continue the cycle of rebirth with vigour. Until we meet again, Hermestheus. Let us bask in the love of our Mother."

She disappeared before the crimson light could vanish and erased its presence from existence. I was left wondering about the place of love amongst this ocean of carnage, brutality, and animosity.

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Parts of our belongingness united into one, and became another place for our daughters to roam before returning to us. It was an endless land between our belongingness. Overlapped by Faedomme, underneath Domielle, and above Helldom. Our Mother named this union the Material Realm, as its echo was faint enough for the concept of Dimensions to materialize. And so the Material Realm became the realm of eternal finality, uncertainty, and controlled incomprehensibility. A realm of fleeting and false progressions. A welcomed form of perfect imperfection.

The existence of the Material realm delighted our Mother and so She named the boundaries between it and our belongings the Astral Realm. The Astral realm was a result of my sisters and I enveloping our belongingness with our Mother's love. 

Delighted by the union of our belongingness, my sisters and I united the names of our belongings, and called them the Primordial Realm.

And so the wholeness of Macrocosmos was realized as the fruit of the love that we gave to our Mother, for returning the love that She gave us would not suffice compared to what we felt when we received Her love. It was the end of the beginning.

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Our Mother created the Macrocosmos, the cornucopia of paradoxes. It was perfect yet unstable. Collapsing yet steadfast. It was the embodiment of Her love. And we welcomed it and inhabited it, for the act of embracing it was the only way we could return it.

We all brought our belongings with us and enveloped them with our Mother's love. We roamed the Macrocosmos, its shape conforming to our will, our names traversing all of its corners.

Our names eventually returned to us as echoes. They were our daughters and we loved them dearly. And our echoes had echoes and their echoes had echoes. Us and our daughters lived in a symphony of endless infinite love.

Like us, our daughters developed their own belongingness and we watched over them. Just like our Mother, we gave them all of our love and let them go on their own. It was full of delight yet filled with sorrow. It felt familiar, yet strange. It was the embodiment of our love, and the echo of the love of our Mother. And it continued to echo. For our daughters. For our Mother. For us. For Anastasia.

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Before the beginning, there was nothing. Before nothing, there was a Corpse. The Corpse was alive, and Its name was Anastasia. She uttered Her name and It reverberated across the nonexistent void of nothingness, for nothingness has yet to exist. 

And so Anastasia let the concept of concepts be, the utterance of Her name refracting the unknown into the incomprehensible. Thus began the nonexistence of I, and my sisters. As we felt the embrace of our Mother's name, we also uttered our own.

Anaerahel uttered her name first, for her name is the beginning of our Mother's. Its reverberation intertwined with our Mother's, condensing the abstraction of the incomprehensible into the sense of finality.

Staerafae brought forth the sense of infinity as the middle of our Mother's name is always between the beginning and the end.

I, Siaeraielle, uttered the end of our Mother's name. I spelled the incomprehensibility of the uncertain and marked the end of the start of the beginning. Our nonexistence sprung the march of progression.

As the echoes of our name melded with those of our Mother's, She gave us love and brought life to Her Corpse. She knew and gave what we wanted and She began the beginning.

Anaerahel created Helldom and it echoed the concept of belonging. Likewise, Staerafae created Faedomme, echoing a similar sense of belonging. I followed their lead and created Domielle and felt a sense of belonging similar, yet different to that of my sisters'.

We felt our Mother's delight as She acknowledged our belongingness. It reverberated between us and we realized that its conception was the beginning.

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Collabs are fun, and I wanted to host one for Pico Day! So....

Defeat the Evil Dragon!

Draw your OC performing an attack! If you don't have one, you can draw your favorite Newgrounds character. I will draw a big fire breathing dragon and compile all the entries to make it look like a big dragon raid!

Rules:

- Draw your character in full body side-view performing an attack (similar to a 2D platformer)

- If your character is performing a ranged attack, create a separate file for their projectile

- No NSFW submissions

- No excessive gore

- No stolen OCs

- No AI art

- Be respectful

- Follow the forum rules

Submission:

- Post your entries HERE

- You can submit up to 5 entries!

- Your entry must be 250x250 px

- Submit your entry as a transparent .PNG file

- If your entry is created traditionally, you need to scan it and make it transparent

Who can join?

- Everyone!

Deadline:

May 12, 2024

11:59 PM GMT

Other things:

- Be creative! You can draw your character flying, dancing, or whatever you can think of!

- The collage will be posted on Pico Day (May 18)

- Have fun!

- Got back to drawing

- Joined the Sandwich Collab

- over 33 people followed me thank you :D

- Drew 100th Anastasia Project Character

- Wrote a script for an Erebus movie

To answer my question last month, this month was better I think. Not only did I got back to drawing, I also got motivated to write again. Let's GO!!!

A few months ago I published a comic and asked for feedback. It helped me a lot to figure out what I want to do next. So now I am writing the script for an Erebus movie. It might just stay as a script though. I don't know anything about making movies nor scriptwriting. Whatever, I'll just finish it as a comic first. But I really want it to be movie. Maybe some day I can make it.