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Posts Tagged: clu

NEVER AGAIN. By which I mean I’m drawing up plans for at least three others. (I dunno if they’ll ever make my general commissions list, though. They’d be absurdly expensive and probably only on explicit request.)

This has sort of been a mind-clearing project that I’ve been turning to when I need to focus on something else for a while. There’s a lot that I’m not happy with but there’s nothing more I can do to it; I only started it back in, like, MARCH and am just getting around to finishing. I may try for better pictures at some point.

The circuitry is felted into the doll itself. It’s not entirely accurate in terms of sizing, or perfectly symmetrical because FFFFF, but it’s as close as I could get at this scale and proportion. Fuck you, Clu, you fucking glowing yellow motherfucker.

The disc is detachable and can be either held or anchored on his back.

I’m going to bed, now. My eyes are all owwie.

Finally mounted and framed. I found the blue frame by chance today and completely remounted the piece to fit in it because it was that epic. Everything about it fits perfectly, it’s creepy.

Wee little Clu lives on my bedside table, and watches over me while I sleep. The piece is a lot smaller than the picture suggests — about 3” tall.

Also have some other Tron-related things in progress, I hate you so much right now Ram please die in a recognizer firewall.

Also for the TRON cave. Oddly he was totally not a dick for once and pressed neatly, quickly, and well.
(What do you want to bet that mounting him will be a bitch, though? >_>)

Also for the TRON cave. Oddly he was totally not a dick for once and pressed neatly, quickly, and well.

(What do you want to bet that mounting him will be a bitch, though? >_>)

I know that feel, bro.
ArtRage is about ten seconds from having all its brushes blown up.

I know that feel, bro.

ArtRage is about ten seconds from having all its brushes blown up.

My friend had an assignment where she needed to come up with a mock-up design for “futuristic candies.”
I think I’m rubbing off on her. (I hope so. She needs to be one of us! One of us! Also she said I can give the plans to anyone who wants to make one of their own.)

My friend had an assignment where she needed to come up with a mock-up design for “futuristic candies.”

I think I’m rubbing off on her. (I hope so. She needs to be one of us! One of us! Also she said I can give the plans to anyone who wants to make one of their own.)

HOLY FUCK YOU GUYS MY SOUL IS CAPSLOCK.

These are apparently the second wave of christening for the TRON-themed nerd cave I plan on setting up when I move. (They’re from the same person who sent the meerkats. I found them in my post box when I went to pick up the German version of Legacy another super-fab friend got me. MY COMPUTER IS DYING AND THESE MADE THINGS ALL BETTER. Also my afternoon is spoken for.)

IT’S CLU1 I DON’T EVEN. JUST LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HIM WITH HIS HELMET EARS. LOOK AT THE ALL-OVER PATTERNING I JUST ASLKJAJSKLDJKLASJLKDA—!

Going from Photoshop to ArtRage makes my brain hurt. (Oh my god auto-smoothing DIAF. I know I can scale you back but STILL.)
Part of something for something for someone.

Going from Photoshop to ArtRage makes my brain hurt. (Oh my god auto-smoothing DIAF. I know I can scale you back but STILL.)

Part of something for something for someone.

TUMBLR, HOW DOES IT WORK.
(This would be me trying my hand at not screwing things up. This is probably not the blog you’re looking for.)

TUMBLR, HOW DOES IT WORK.

(This would be me trying my hand at not screwing things up. This is probably not the blog you’re looking for.)