Steampunk - Blog Posts

CHILDHOOD OC FROM WHEN I WAS LIKE 10

I don't usually do stuff with my ocs cause I don't think they're all that interesting but I thought this drawing looked neat

Been a while since I posted anything, world on fire and everything.. This one's intended as a gift so only going to show the original sketch!

Ok, this post is about crazy ideas and this one is inspired by this video that I am very interested in and I also like and I imagined how you would create a character using three types of characters.

For example, putting your combination of characters into these universes to be able to create your own stories.

Remembering these beauties from school.

i’ll meet you at midnight.

—

Fall 2020, Character & Environment Design

Project 3: Steampunk Cinderella // The Subway

Fall 2020, Character & Environment Design

Project 3: Steampunk Cinderella // Interior and Exterior Pencils, Interior Flats

Fall 2020, Character & Environment Design

Project 3: Steampunk Cinderella // Character Sheets and Prop Designs

Fall 2020, Character & Environment Design

Project 3: Steampunk Cinderella // Character Thumbnails, Pencils, and Color Designs

This has got to be one of my favorite things I've drawn ever! It's starting to get old and I can see the mistakes, but I'm still proud of and impressed with this piece even after years of making it!

I really liked the steampunk art but But I was disappointed that Hizashi wasn't there so i drew him in this style😎 I hope yall like this🤞🏻‼️

Daily Doodles- Day 20- 06/05/24

I really like drawing these victorian emo type girls with the cool hair and fringe. This is my third girl in this challenge so far! 🖤🤍🖤🤍

The tag for this is #agdoodles

supercoolkid4000

Well, without even touching your head, I think I just died of laughter and then ressucitated.

Ms. Bunny, how do you feel about fans touching your head? I know it's a bit weird but I just kinda want to rub it. Like, maybe it'll bring me luck like the whole Buddha's tummy thing XD

There’s tales of one fan who rubbed my bald skull and pooped gold coins for three weeks!

So, this is my tophat... I WILL make outfit and make up for my first steampunk con this year. but I won't know what yet

P.S. Xander from Buffy? He wore it, and loved it. :D HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Not Smaller Bodies-related BUT.

DRACUBECCA⚙️💙🕸️🩷

For context, this is a Monster High character from the 3D movie Freaky Fusion! She’s my favourite doll and was on my desk so I drew her!

The name Dracubecca comes how she’s a fusion of Draculaura and Robecca Steam. So, a steampunk vampire!

I know she only featured in one movie but gosh she’s my favourite design 🩷🩷🩷💙💙💙

MONSTER HIGH MOOTS WHERE YOU AT 👹👹👹👹👹

Leatherwork by Paolo Manzini [DeviantArt / Etsy / Facebook]

Wolf the icewing. Character for my story and one of minor villains. He is a hunter who uses his weapon to take down his enemies from a distance.  Where he got his gun it is one of the mysteries in the story (which will take place some years after books), protagonists going to solve. And they encounter many strange things...

This began as a response to a writing prompt, but it’s deviated enough from the premise to post without it.

She was walking down the crowded street to her secret laboratory, a street with merchant stalls and strange smells from the Yggdras caravans who brought great foreign cuisine and creatures for those whose purses were heavier than their heads.

She was not such a one.

She was a Dravidii, the caste of those magical metal-smiths who could make clockwork golems; strange entities of bronze, steam and the mystic chemical of aether that granted them life. But this science was not without flaw or risk; to create a clockwork golem could take years of effort, effort which could be wasted if a single part was out of order or the incantation to bind the will of the creator to metal and aether.

And this art is expensive, so she kept moving, ignoring the temptations of the sights and sounds; to a mind such as hers it was almost torture, for inquisitiveness was her favor and her foible, her birthright and her curse. Such is the flawed nature of the Dravidii.

Closing her eyes and focusing on her destination, she took a second to gather herself and, opening her eyes anew, she struck forward.

That is, until thirty seconds later, when she heard a voice emerging from a thickly perfumed stall to her right. A Yggdras woman dressed in a thick shawl that did little to hide her figure, holding an amulet in her right hand and a dagger in her left, was speaking to her. “Come here, Ivana.”

Dumbstruck by both the woman and by the woman’s knowledge of her name, she stepped towards the stall. “For fifty dras, this master-crafted amulet could be yours.”

Ivana looked at the amulet for a few seconds, sizing it up. It was definitely of Dravidii make, a net of bronze around a core of aether. She had never seen anything like it, and it was indeed finely wrought. To own it would be to own a piece of not just beauty, but power. Who knows what secrets it could contain. What she could learn from its workings.

Wide-eyed and a little mesmerized, she broke her gaze long enough to look down at herself.

She saw her formal clothing, plain and cheap as it was – with what little flair a Dravidii could add to it. Glued-on gears on her simple cap, some red cloth wrapped around her waist as a garnish for her belt on simple brown trousers, a matching, threadbare coat – fifty dras would be enough to starve her for another week or two, and she wasn’t sure she could make it through that. Not again.

As the thoughts whirred through her head like the bronze gears of her project, she finally came to her decision. Closing her eyes, she shook her head no, and turned on her heels to return to her path.

“Wait, girl.”

She turned back to the woman, who had taken a half-step towards her and outstretched a hand. Upon Ivana looking back, she regained composure. Whispering a little under her breath in a foreign tongue, the Yggdras woman began again, “I was rude. I apologize.”

Cocking a single eyebrow, Ivana stood silently. She had some inkling of what this was about; it was rumored that some Yggdras had the second sight, the ability to perceive some wisp of the future before it occurred. Each caste had their own magic, after all – the Dravidii the ability to bend metal to their will, the Yggdras the ability to perceive the future – but each must hone their ability, and not all had it to the extent of others.

“Learning the name of another to attempt to sell them a bauble is hardly a fair tactic,” said Ivana, somewhat feigning annoyance. Who knew, maybe she could get a discount.

The Yggdras woman nodded. “Let me offer you two things then.”

This time the raised eyebrow went a little higher. An offer freely made by a Yggdras merchant was a rare thing, after all.

“I offer you this bauble,” she said, taking three steps to stand in front of Ivana, and handing it to her. “And this,” she said, leaning forward, so that their lips brushed together into a subtle kiss.

Ivana blushed at this, and began stammering a little, “I… not… my…”

Putting the bauble into her coat pocket, she looked down at her feet, managed to mumble a quick thanks, and began off on her way at double-pace, without looking back at the (now, very confused) Yggdras.

She made it to her destination, after turning down an alleyway and about hallway towards the end, opening a hidden door with the touch of a button, disguised as an outwardly-pointed brick.

Entering the facility, she looked around, taking stock of her equipment and checking for changes. Her chair at the worktable was as she had left it, and the half-built golem lay on the table there, each finely-made piece interlocking to form a frame. Sitting herself down at the table, she leaned back and let out a heavy and self-exasperated sigh. She probably could’ve handled the merchant with a bit more tact, after all. Pulling out the bauble, she was surprised to see a bit of paper wrapped around it.

Extracting the paper, she found that it had writing on it. Reading it, she found it said only two things.

My name is Yvi, if you wondered

And beneath that, somewhat hastily scrawled as if done quickly out of embarrassment.

Dinner?

Looking down at her worktable, and her half-finished project, she weighed her options. Awkward as she was, she was loathe to turn down the opportunity to repay Yvi for both the gift… and (blushing at the thought anew) the kiss.

She looked at the bauble again, and began to work. The easiest way to clear her mind, after all, she supposed. Maybe the answer would be written plain in gears and screws.

Tinkering with the bauble, she found it had no catch or secrets, it simply existed as a finely-wrought artpiece. She knew it hid secrets, but how to gain them was a mystery. So, she fixed a chain to the amulet, and put it around her neck. Where better to keep it safe, after all.

She began anew on her golem, using her abilities to work bronze into proper shape, attach metal ligaments, wire the ‘nerves’ of the thing, and test the steam capacity, all the while, reminiscing of the history of this place, and of her family.

Her father had been a Vanis, whose abilities were charm and manipulation, but who had honestly fallen for her mother, a Dravidii that she had taken after moreso than her frankly foppish father. Her mother had been a clockwork golem-maker as well, working alongside her brother, Ivana’s uncle.

Her father had wandered into her mother’s shop one day, and began asking questions about how one makes a clockwork golem. Her brother had been intent on kicking the wayfarer out of the shop, despite his pretty features, but she was honestly transfixed by the curiosity she found in his eyes. He would show up daily, listening to her for hours about how the art of golem-building was partly a magical and partly a physical craft; a body could be made to the letter from a blueprint, but without the binding of a Dravidii’s will to the metal, there was no hope of it ever coming alive.

Ivana’s father returned day after day until he finally worked up the courage to ask her mother out to dinner. From there, a romance quickly blossomed. Ivana’s mother’s parents were long-since dead, so her brother, Ivana’s uncle, stepped in at a couple points to ensure Ivana’s mother’s fair treatment. And indeed, her father treated her well, though Ivana’s uncle would oft boast over dinner about almost breaking the fop’s nose a couple times to set him straight.

A year later, he proposed. A year after that, Ivana was born. But the pregnancy was hard on her mother – she never quite recovered her full health after, and bout after bout of illness took their toll, and finally her life by the time Ivana was eleven. Her father tried to comfort her, but Ivana spent the days in her mother’s study, until her father realized what he must do. Entrusting Ivana to her uncle, Ivana learned the art her mother had so cherished – the art of making a golem.

Now it had been eight years, and Ivana was building her third golem. Among countless basic prototypes, she had made two working complex golems – not the basic toys she could sell for fifteen dras apiece to collectors and children, but those golems worth thousands upon thousands of dras, whose very worth could spare her from the poverty that had surely claimed her mother’s life, as plain as any illness.

Her uncle had left some year and a half ago, to find his own way, entrusting his secret workshop and business to Ivana. He had given her a few dras, and told her she could make her own way, and that he would return when he had finished his journey.

She had not heard from him since. She lived a lonely life, either spending her time here or at a rented room in a nearby inn. The owner charged her harshly, but fairly enough for a nearby stay to work. In truth, she had probably spent more nights sleeping in the workshop in her uncle’s old chair than at the inn, but she was close to a breakthrough.

A golem that could pass for a human. She had been in correspondence with her grandfather on her father’s side, and had gained insight into illusion and charm, those coveted abilities that those of Vanis blood possess. Though she did not have the blood – taking after her mother so she did – she managed to come up with a rudimentary formula to grant the golem a likeness of humanity, if done in conjunction with the proper aetheric mix and focals.

She spent the day working on the golem, but the breakthrough was not coming to her. It seemed she had reached an impasse, a block that hours at the table could not fix. Sighing in exasperated fashion, she got up. It was time to go back to the inn, rather than try to finish this work that seemed to be trying to evade her.

She left the workshop and looked up and down the alley. She saw nothing, save a couple boys standing at the end of the alley. Walking towards them, she began to try to ask them where their parents were, until one of the boys ran towards her. As he did, she caught a better look at him. No older than eight, he was a speedy little creature, running up, jumping up and catching her newly-gained amulet by the bauble and tearing it loose, without breaking stride, and running.

Surprised and knocked aside, Ivana began to run after the boy, who was laughing at his newly-invented game of keep-away. Running down the alleyway and into the now-empty street, he looked back and bellowed, “You’ll never catch me!”

That is, just as a heeled shoe stretched out from the shadows beyond the edge of the alley, tripping him and bowling him flat.

“Gavroche, Gavroche, Gavroche,” cooed Yvi. “I thought mum had taught you not to take things that don’t belong to you,” she said as she leaned down, grabbed the amulet, and walked back towards Ivana.

“I was just playing,” said Gavroche, reddening at Yvi’s interference, whether from embarrassment or anger one could not tell.

“Sure you were, Gav, sure,” said Yvi, handing the amulet back to Yvi. “I’d like to apologize for little Gav’s actions. Our mother tried to raise him better,” she said, glaring sharply back at the boy who had barely managed to get back up into a sitting position, rubbing a skinned knee.

Looking back at Ivana and cracking a smile, she spoke again, this time in a cheerier tone, “In light of recent discoveries of the terrors that walk the night, allow me to walk you to your home.”

Wandering down the street towards the inn, they found themselves talking about their lives, a wonderful pastime for those with as interesting lives as these two, even if they did not know it themselves.

“I’m sorry about Gav. He’s been like that ever since pa died last spring. He’s been trying to earn enough money to help mum keep the house, as have I, but he’s young. Not too much work out there for him, and little of it honest.”

Ivana rubbed her hands together, to keep the could out. “It’s okay. It’s not like I had the thing that long, or that it would cost me anything if he had taken it, I suppose.”

Yvi laughed a little. Looking at her again, Ivana saw that the woman she had seen earlier wasn’t much older than herself – maybe a couple months, but most of the show at the stall had been simple makeup and legerdemain, to make her seem older and wiser.

“So, how did you wind up in a secret workshop in the middle of an abandoned alley?” asked Yvi.

Ivana was temporarily thrown, which seemed to be happening a lot that day. “I – it’s not – ummm… please don’t tell my uncle that you know that it exists?”

Yvi laughed. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me, and I’ll make sure Gav doesn’t tell anyone either. But I’m fairly certain half the town knows it exists – neither you nor your uncle are very subtle, you know.”

Ivana shrugged. It was a fair criticism.

Before either had known it, they had reached the inn, and Ivana turned to speak. “This is where we go our separate ways, I think,” she spoke softly, not really wanting to leave.

Yvi quickly grabbed Ivana’s hands in her own. They were warm, which was odd enough, given the season. “You never answered my question.”

Ivana looked at her blankly.

Yvi sighed. “Dinner, Ivana.”

Ivana remembered the note and blushed. “I… may… be…?”

Yvi turned aside a little and muttered, “Well, it’s better than a no…” before turning back to Ivana.

“You have never once in your life been asked out on a date before, have you?”

“Well… no...,” said Ivana, blushing a shade redder than crimson. Most of the local boys were scared of her uncle, with good reason, and she’d never been asked by a girl before – or been confident enough to ask another.

“Well, I guess I should go,” said Yvi suddenly, turning to return the way she had came.

“Wait! Yvi…,” Ivana shouted, and then got a little quieter. Taking a deep breath, and then letting the words stream out in a single uninterrupted stream, “Would-you-like-to-go-out-to-dinner-with-me-please?”

Out of breath and blushing redder as the conversation wore on, Ivana began to hyperventilate as subtly as she could manage (which is to say, not very subtly at all).

Yvi laughed. “Of course, silly girl. Meet me at my stall tomorrow at twilight, and don’t you dare be late.”

She then ran off into the night, and Ivana, finally, saw the family resemblance between Yvi and the little rogue, Gavroche.

Luz Noceda in steampunk aesthetic

This was 4 theatre class n my camera quality is buns 😭

Another draw for my friend (not a girlfriend or another thing, calm dowm) to thank her for this art and help me during a difficult time !

Also, i really like my mechanic paw :3

ARTFIGHT 2021 BANNER!!! Plus an old photo looking version just for fun :D

Here’s my page! https://artfight.net/~AzulMagpie

artfight.net

Art Fight

An art trading game

My steampunk Morgane.

She has the same kind of personality : she is confident, strong, has an incredibly memory, loves books, astronomy, and she was raised by all the legends of her region.

Here she is also capable of doing complexe and hard maths and equations to calculate her position and what to do while "sailing".

She is an air pirate so she knows how to sail on her flying ship.

Her arm is not in a gantlet, she lost a part of it but, as she says, "it was a little sacrifice which was worth it".

She also is an amazing ingeneer, very creative, and she has a few mechanical pets which are some of her only friends.

THIS LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD OMFG

I posted this beauty on amino and sdebatwd pitting here since no one sees my posts but oh well. No harm in it I guess.

I’ve had this idea for awhile and finally got to putting it into motion. So here’s Hanna Barbara style Robots!

I’d love to see a crossover between SPG and Scooby Doo and this is one step closer to making it a reality! That’s right, I’m gonna make more.

Should I draw it in my personal style or continue with the Hannah Barbara style?

The Spine was the hardest I do since his body type is nothing like any in Mystery Inc. so I did some mixing and matching to make him look right.

I’m really happy with how this turned out!

(Also GG is Scooby Lol)

I used a background from the show to make it look more authentic.

I hope you guys like it @officialsteampoweredgiraffe

No thoughts, just Steampunk Shindo looking awesome and handsome.

This aesthetic fits so well with him.

Also in the popularity poll art it seems like he also was using eyeliner and wearing piercings, something not present in later illustrations of him.

They should have keep those details, they look really cool

YoDeku shippers, we won.

I don't even play the game, but they need to keep feeding us with this kind of content.

Aren't they the coolest couple ever?

Midoriya deserves to be happy with his handsome boyfriend in the steampunk world.

They totally run a workshop together btw.

a big man!!!

Lapis lazzuli strampunk

character sheet commission for @chance-of-reaper of Worthy, the dwarven cleric who has the best focus, in my opinion. Who doesn't want a magic chainsaw?? 🛠️ commission info here!

introducing Dr. Clockwork!

thanks to my friends for helping me with the name i got an idea to make a gang of wacky villain ocs! one of my friends has one that if i remember correctly runs a casino and mine makes and sells various different mechanical weapons, robots and other nifty gadgets. ofc all based around evil stuff cus he is a villain lmao also yes hes a steampunk vampire villain and i tried to not do what i normally end up doing when making a new male oc.. and that is try and make them attractive, its just force of habit and i hope i did okay with this guy 💀

close up

smoll drawings

idk if i did well with the colours but im sticking with it for now (its prob just that im not using black line art so im not sure)