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Brush pens are soooo nerve racking

#jolyne cujoh #stone ocean #jjba fanart #jojos bizarre adventure #ink drawing #brush pen

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#pencil sketch #sketchbook #my art #badger #cute #animals

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Fresco’s oil brushes are a little finicky to use but once you get used to them they’re really fun

#jojos bizarre adventure #digital art #jjba golden wind #artists on tumblr #jjba fanart #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #fanart

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#pencil sketch #my art #artists on tumblr #portrait

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Some oldish hand studies

I no longer have the refs since they’re kinda old but I probably found them on Pinterest and quickposes

#digital art #artists on tumblr #my art #hands

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art for a fic I wrote a while back Everything Stays (also on this blog a few posts back)

it's been way too long, and i hate drawing details and perspective so it's kind of a miracle i finished this

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba fanart #digital art #jjba golden wind #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #guido mista #artists on tumblr

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So i just watched the 1st episode Netflix Avatar and for the most part it was pretty enjoyable (especially the costume prop and set design) but the dialogue felt like it was suffering from a complete dirth of subtext. Everyone seems to just explicitly say what their innermost desires and fears are. I just need this show to have a little more confidence in the audience's ability to intuit literally anything about the characters' inner worlds...

#avatar the last airbender #netflix avatar #live action atla #writing

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*infomercial voice* Feeling bad? Start a new medication that makes you feel so awful, once you stop you feel great by comparison!

#3rd time #i'm so done #mental health #mental illness #adhd #adhd problems #psych meds #medication #chronic illness #txt post #relatable #at least i hope it is

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Is that a vague approximation of a background my eyes perceive? Did I give him fewer holes in the suit cause they’re too annoying to draw? Some of life’s greatest mysteries.

Apparently I’m still not over PHF so here’s Fugo

#digital art #jojos bizarre adventure #pannacotta fugo #art #jjba fanart #jjba golden wind #purple haze feedback #my art #artists on tumblr #fanart

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Draw your characters like this

#jojo's bizzare adventure diamond is unbreakable #jojokes #jjba memes #rohan kishibe #josuke higashikata #jotaro kujo #edit

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reminded me of someone

#rohan kishibe #岸辺露伴 #jjba #sorry for the shitty edit

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i don't think i've ever related to anyone more than Izzy Hands as he ignores the twat in front of him to mess with a candle then proceed to go on a tangent

#ofmd #izzy hands #neurodivergent #adhd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #txt post #memes

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I think the best approach to writing/writing craft is to know what every part of your work is doing. 

I’ve always hated the advice “know the rules so you can break them” because knowing the rules doesn’t tell you how to know when to break them, knowing why “the rules” are “the rules” does. A lot of advice, especially for beginners, doesn’t explain why or when you should listen. However, if you know what your story elements are doing, you will know whether or not they’re conducive to what you’re trying to create. Good writing in the wrong contexts becomes bad writing.

The reason people say to avoid adverbs is not because adverbs are the devil, it's because a lot of the time they clog up your sentence. “Falling quickly” is superfluous because "quickly” is embedded into the verb “to fall”; “falling slowly” is important information because the adverb contradicts the verb. A character can be well written on their own, but if their function doesn’t support the story, it will suffer regardless, like putting Walter White into Alice In Wonderland.

This approach avoids both the “must follow every rule to a tee'' mentality and the “no one knows my art better than me, so i won’t listen to any advice ever” mentality. It allows for different works to have different goals while also leaving some solid foundation to build on top of.

Instead of asking myself “is my writing any good?” i try to ask myself “what is this part doing in the story?” The first question is both subjective and vague. The second can be approached more objectively (avoiding biased crit for certain genres, for example), as well as being limited in scope. It also helps shift the focus from a nebulous “goodness”, which is very personal, to function, which is easier to detach your self-worth from.

I just think a lot of writing advice should be formatted as “writing x has y affect” instead of “dos and don’ts”

#writing #creative writing #on writing #writing advice #writing craft #writers on tumblr #writeblr #text post

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everything stays- Golden Wind fanfic

JJBA GW one shot ~1.6k words, SFW genfic

now on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50584042/share

As much as he might have been loathe to admit it, Giorno hated his requiem stand. He felt like an immature ingrate thinking it; Gold Experience Requiem saved him and his friends in Rome. It was the reason Giorno was able to pursue his dream of cleaning up Naples’ streets. But with every passing month the feeling weighed on him more.

He sat bodily on a public bench outside some hair salon, the sign reading ‘il parrucchiere mago- trova il tuo nuovo sé’. Breathing heavily, he was trying to glance at GER behind him without arousing suspicion from the few people already out and about at 5:40 AM on a Tuesday. GER had no such considerations, glaring at every passerby with what Giorno could only imagine was murderous intent. ‘Touch my water bottle’ he thought to it. ‘Turn it into a nutria.’ GER didn’t budge. He tried to call it back into him. It didn’t work. 

Once his vision stopped spinning he sighed and started heading back to the Villa. Giorno had taken up morning jogs in the past few weeks, hoping they would help clear his mind. In reality they did little other than make him feel guilty for not starting his already too busy workday earlier. Is that why he found himself sprinting full force every time he started running?

~

“Ah, man, what to do about GER… ?” Mista scratched his head with the tip of his revolver, considering the question. Most people would be hesitant to stand at the barrel of a gun, but Mista trusted Sex Pistols to never let him come to harm. Well, no harm so irreversible as brain death. Even if perhaps he shouldn’t have. “I dunno, Giogio, I’m not usually the advice guy.” he looked at Giorno, impassive as ever. “But,” he smiled at him, “I'll tell you what. I might not be able to fix anything, but I do know what you need. A distraction.”

“Distraction.”

“Yeah! Anything to just stop thinking about it.”

Giorno paused to consider. “I am very busy, Mista. But I increasingly can’t put it out of my mind.”

Mista pftt-ed automatically before suddenly remembering where he was and looking to see if Giorno was offended. He wasn’t able to tell. “Yeah, but you’re busy with work stuff. Peril, danger, stand attacks. How can you expect GER to lay low like that? Do something fun, for once.” Giorno tried to think back. ‘When did I last do something for pure enjoyment?’

~

“How was the movie? Did Tony McGire spider a lot of men?” Fugo asked, somewhat exasperated. Though he was invited, he didn’t come to the viewing, which only quietly convinced Giorno he got the name wrong on purpose. Fugo wasn’t exactly a pop culture aficionado.

“I don’t know. Fell asleep about fifteen minutes in.”

Fugo shook his head. “C’mon, Giogio. How can you expect to be taller than me one day if you keep sleeping barely four hours a night?” Fugo still retained three stubborn centimeters over Giorno, which he didn’t hesitate to mention at any available opportunity. Giorno had to admit he probably had a point, but sleeping more would leave even less time for his job, let alone having fun. He took a tentative bite of his croissant, smeared with copious butter and his favorite apricot jam; the taste was divine. He loved this quaint little cafe. But at that moment it brought him no comfort. He took his time chewing, wanting any excuse to delay the next part of this conversation. But if anyone could help him with this, it had to be Fugo. “When we came back, I tried to summon Gold Experience again. Strained so hard I felt my eyes almost pop out of their sockets. GER was just staring at me, wearing a certain disapproving expression. I might have snapped at it. Or maybe it was the one who snapped at me. Even now I'm not entirely sure. But it left a giant gash on my forehead.” He pointed to the now traceless site of the injury, undone by the very stand that caused it. Fugo sat there staring at him, mouth full of tuna salad sandwich. Giorno waited expectantly for him to swallow, silently resenting him for using the same time earning trick as himself.

“I don’t really know anything about requiem stands. Did you ask Polnareff about this?”

“I did. He even contacted the Speedwagon Foundation on my behalf to see if they can discover something useful.”

“And… ?”

“And nothing. He says he barely understands them himself. But if the original Gold Experience hadn’t asserted itself once since it was pierced with the arrow, it’s unlikely it ever will again.”

“I see.” Fugo said eventually. “If that’s the case, I think the only way forward is to accept your circumstances. You need to stop thinking up ways to bring it back. You’re just torturing yourself. You’ll never be able to make peace with GER if you only ever think of how to turn it back. Who knows? Maybe GER will change, become something bearable, even if it will never be the same Gold Experience again.” Giorno held back his response.

“Well, regarding the monthly budget-”

~

Giorno knocked on the half opened door to Coco Jumbo’s room. It was already rather late, but Polnareff would usually still be awake at this hour. From inside came an ever cheery voice “yes, come in!” It echoed like it was coming from a much bigger space than the modest room could allow. Coco Jumbo was sitting on the sofa in the corner. Normally much too tall a surface for a turtle to climb onto, given access by ramps stretching from the floor to every piece of furniture or appliance not already placed on the floor. They’d offered to get rid of the sofa, but Polnareff insisted they keep at least a small sofa and desk. As soon as he was inside the turtle Polnareff charged at him with a bear hug. The contact with his ghostly form felt a bit weird. It had mass, but wasn’t entirely solid. 

“What’s wrong Giorno? Couldn’t sleep? Something bothering you?” Coming from any other person that kind of attention would’ve felt smothering, but from him it felt genuine. Like he was asking because he wanted to hear the answer, not just out of politeness.

“I suppose.” he sat down, reminding himself not to get so comfortable as to fall asleep in the turtle. “I talked to Fugo. He said I can't live with GER if I'm constantly trying to turn it back to something that's already gone. But I can't seem to actually let it go. Even though I know it’s all useless.”

“What is it exactly about Gold Experience that you miss?”

Giorno was a bit taken aback. “How do you mean?”

“Well, Gold Experience might not be coming back, but why do you miss it in the first place? Do you know what it is about it that made you happier than GER? Maybe you can have this thing back. That same feeling, just in a different way.”

~

It was over a decade ago now. Giorno, only five years old, was sitting on the dirt in the tiny unkempt garden of their new house in italy. It was the time when his mother’s marriage was still fresh. When he was excited to make friends at this new place called “school”. When he still believed his stepdad’s wrath could be avoided if only he was well behaved enough. That garden was his refuge, a garden of eden. Crows and pigeons would fight over the right to rule the fence. Stray cats would sometimes sneak in; they might’ve let him pet them, if he gave them food scraps before. He was digging around for worms, eyes widening every time he found a squirming form in the moist ground. It made him wonder if they were placed there by a higher power just for him. The critters hiding in foliage and underground seemed like too much of a miracle to be a product of mere chance. Aristotle wrote about the theory of spontaneous generation. That living creatures could be birthed from dead, inanimate matter. And that was what humans believed for centuries. Common knowledge, really. By Giorno’s time everyone knew this was nonsense, of course; a fantasy created by prescientific minds. But Giorno was too young to have learned about such things; free to dream up explanations for the miracle in front of him.

~

Once giorno figured out how the damned UV lamp was supposed to be set up the cage was complete. Substrate, sticks, a stone to rub on, and every amenity a crested gecko could hope for. He opened the small plastic container and placed it inside the terrarium, letting the little guy step out and explore in his own time. Mista stood behind them, making faces.

“A gecko, really? Am I going to see it now every time I step in your office? Ugh, it’s face gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“How could you say something so awful?” he said, his back still turned. Not that seeing his face would’ve given away whether or not he was joking. “In any case, his name’s Charlie, and you’re perfectly within your right to look away if his face bothers you.” When Giorno finally turned to face him, he took another sip of his tea. Out of politeness more than anything. He was never much of a tea guy, but when Giorno offered him a cup he brewed with the mint he grew himself, Mista didn’t have the heart to tell him no. Because at this point he knew Giorno well enough to see through his mysterious air; he was proud of himself.

#sign reads ‘the magician hairstylist- find your new self’ #according to google translate #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba fanfic #golden wind #vento aureo #golden wind spoilers #giorno giovanna #guido mista #pannacotta fugo #jean pierre polnareff #fanfic #no beta we die like men #gen fic #sfw fanfic #creative writing #AO3 #archive of our own #AO #ao3 fanfic

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lyrics taken from Regina Spektor's "you've got time"

#brb gonna cry now #jojos bizarre adventure #artists on tumblr #digital art #jjba fanart #pannacotta fugo #jjba golden wind #my artwork #procreate #fanart #giorno giovanna #sheila e #purple haze feedback #trish una #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #narancia ghirga #guido mista #regina spektor #you've got time

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Can we talk about how hilarious the Jojolion flashback was? with double hat Johnny

And this scene that felt like an actual roadrunner gag

#I actually cackled #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojolion #jojolion spoilers #jjba spoilers #johny joestar #jojo part 8 #jjba memes

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while i do understand your point to a certain extent, i find this an extremely uncharitable interpretation. i get that shipping culture can sometimes range from annoying to outright toxic, but this treats as fact thing left ambiguous, and ignores the other ways you can take them.

a point being repeatedly made and contradicted in the story is that Fugo has no life outside of the mafia. It's a repeated notion, but is never actually proven. the first time it's said by Buccellati to Fugo after he was disowned “You have [...] The eyes of a killer. [...] You have no shot at rehabilitation. That's why I'm inviting you. You can no longer live in their world."

whether or not you personally agree with this assessment colours your entire view. if you agree, then Giorno offering Fugo a place by his side is an act of kindness. he's giving Fugo a chance at life. if you don't, its seems manipulative. he's robbing Fugo of a chance at a normal, safer life. but whether or not you agree has mostly to do with your personal beliefs about the world and little to do with the actual content of PHF. 'what is a person's true nature' and 'to what extent can people change' and 'how can outcasts exist in a harsh society' are not simple questions, and they were never going to be answered in a 170 something page novel.

and it kind of ignores the events of the timeskip. we know little of what Fugo was doing in those 6 months, but based on what we got it seems he did no healing, processing, or much of anything until Sheila came to fetch him. after the mission he's grown so much PH's virus can no longer kill him.

also, based on things like Giorno asking to be called "Giogio", and saying things like "I was concerned about was Sheila E. […] she has a tendency to punish herself. Choosing to place herself in danger, trying to sacrifice herself for a good cause. [...] She needs the courage to retreat. I was hoping she would learn that working with [...] you." there's at least an argument to be made that he cares about his underlings in the mafia, and wants them to care for themselves, not be self-sacrificial pawns at his disposal. although he does say that directly to Fugo, he could be lying. we don't really get a direct line into his brain.

i don't ship Giorno or Fugo with anyone, so it's not a like i'm looking for a reason they're cannon or anything. i just think that analysis was a bit short sighted. even though PHF tied up a lot of loose ends it's still a very open ended book, which is why i'm kind of hesitant to make any firm statement about what it ~actually~ means or what ~the point~ was. i can't even really say i disagree with you, i just think there's another side here.

I will say this for the rest of my life, i will scream it from the mountain tops: if you read purple haze feedback and your take away from that final scene was "omg fugio real!!" then you missed the ENTIRE point of the book. by a fucking MILE. You read the book that sets out to point out Giorno for all his hypocrisy and show Fugo's painful but necessary journey to independence. You saw as Fugo grappled with not having a leader figure to follow, only to learn that he doesn't need one. That he can finally live by his own will and not be bound by any kind of rules, whether it be societal or by the orders of others. After all of that, you read the scene where Giorno rips that independence away from him in the most horrifying display of manipulation, and you thought "uwu my gaybies!!" i want ur head on a stick.

#purple haze feedback #giorno giovanna #pannacotta fugo #jjba golden wind #media analysis #this book ruined me #it haunts my dreams #cant count how many times i shouted BUT WHAT SO YOU MEAN directly at the pages