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a-sketchy-character · 2 months
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Please reblog if you have strong emotions about Cassandra Cain and/or Jason Todd, and have things of value to say about comics
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a-sketchy-character · 2 months
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i want steph and jason to team up so bad
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a-sketchy-character · 2 months
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rip to these two; they would have loved scrolling memes if they'd been written twenty years after
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a-sketchy-character · 2 months
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if im gonna do one thing as an artist its going to be making all the characters i draw showing gentle affection to one another. hugs, arms over shoulders, leaning on one another, being cuddly and cozy, etc
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a-sketchy-character · 7 months
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it's only the end if you want it to be ;-;
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a-sketchy-character · 7 months
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a-sketchy-character · 7 months
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me attempting to rekindle my regular art practice: yeah yeah i'll just do some color studies and some nice gesture sketches and just warm up to it slowly! No pressure!! I'll just enjoy myself!!!!
my shadow me after experiencing one (1) idea:
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a-sketchy-character · 7 months
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snippet from a WIP I am masterfully attempting to power through
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a-sketchy-character · 9 months
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shrizard (shrimp wizard)
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a-sketchy-character · 10 months
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“I swear I’ll drop you if you keep this up.”
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a-sketchy-character · 10 months
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birb
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a-sketchy-character · 10 months
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Oh god i just saw it but im asking about ur au so hard🥺🥺
Dude I would be honored to answer it JUST as hard, let me just take this tangential opportunity to talk about terrible terrible Arthur Brown and how much his daughter hates him—
Because (roughly) 1720's, in this world where there be mermaids and sea creatures, a smart morally decrepit man like Arthur is bound to find good dishonest work, right? He's good at what he does, he's educated, good at reading the ocean's clues, he's totally fine killing creatures that may or may not have souls, so he runs navigations to find the beasties. Every ship needs a navigator. Merfolk-hunting ships need better ones, and Arthur is a better one.
(Steph hates this.)
It takes a toll on a family when even a devoted husband and father is gone on a fishing ship 80% of the year, and Arthur Brown is a man of less than sterling character that Steph firmly believes her family is better off without. She's willing to do just about anything to get rid of him at this point, and that includes handling her own dirty work and staging an unfortunate accident at sea. Naturally, meeting Tim provides a welcome and interesting resource for, um. Conveniently disposing of her father!
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a-sketchy-character · 10 months
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basic human decency !!!!!!! Empathy and compassion !!!!!! Very sexy concepts !!!!!!
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a-sketchy-character · 10 months
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She’s smuggling him out
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a-sketchy-character · 10 months
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It may be June but the spirit of mermay lives everlasting in my heart
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a-sketchy-character · 10 months
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can we get some facts and/or headcanons about this new whaling au? Or a snippet of the fic? 🥺
You ABSOLUTELY can!
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Ow.
….ow. Steph shivered, curling in on herself. The pain that had woken her throbbed sharper behind her eyes at the motion, aching through her skull and sinuses and lungs. That fabulous just-almost-drowned feeling. Ugh. And it was cold….
She opened her eyes, enough to adjust to the dim below-decks light — and sucked in a breath, scrabbling back to the edge of the wall, heedless of the insistent pain in her head. The Fish watched her silently from the pile of wet canvas in the curve of the bulkhead. Pressed so close to the floorboards it almost seemed part of the fabric, black hair and silver-grey scales practically buried in sailcloth. 
“Hello?” Steph called, scrambling to her feet. The ship creaked around her — she could hear the crew shouting and working above, but nobody close. Had the captain put her in here with the thing—? Her father had just let them. The hatch stuck and rattled when she pushed at it — she was stuck—
There was a tiny sound behind her, and she spun to face it. Claws and teeth and slippery scaled limbs closing around her, Steph remembered, icy saltwater scalding her lungs, and they weren’t in the water but she was locked in with the…the pile of sailcloth.
The thing had pulled the cloth almost entirely over itself. All that showed were a few delicate, silvery fins poking out between folds of ripped canvas. Ropes crisscrossed over the long lump of tail. If she squinted at it she could pretend it was something that didn’t want to kill her, some other less terrifying brand of fish. Maybe a large tuna.
It wasn’t moving.
Steph lowered herself back to the floorboards after a long moment, the ache still pounding in her chest and head. She wasn’t going to cry. Wasn’t going to cry. 
“I can hurt you,” she called out, her voice wobbling out without her permission. “If you try to attack me again. I can protect myself, I’ve done it before. Just so you know.”
The pile of sailcloth twitched, silent.
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a-sketchy-character · 10 months
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Asking abt ur mermaid au👀
Well I am SO glad you asked, here's Steph in period dress :D
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She's doing her best to remain undetected as she makes mer-friends — she stowed away on a fishing ship for highly personal reasons and Tim quickly, unfortunately, becomes the only friend she has. This is very inconvenient when her people trap and sell his people as novelties.
People think of whaling as a 19th century industry, like Moby Dick, but actually whaling was common back clear through the 1600s; this was before the use of whale oil so the main commodity was whalebone (the same stuff used in old corsets). And "whalebone" wasn't the same as "whale bones," it's what they called baleen. It would have been a lot more common in the 1700's if the earth hadn't entered a literal mini ice age about then, which expanded sea ice around whaling territory and made it harder to get to them safely. The discovery that "oh, heck, merfolk are real things" would have been a very timely and profitable discovery, picking up the slack of one industry to pave the way for another. Herman Boerhaave, a Dutch physician, was reintroducing autopsy and dissection as a cornerstone of medical science, and the slave trade was just picking up its feet to get going in earnest. The personhood of fish-shaped people would not so much be taken for granted, and 18th-century society would have gone wild for the chance to explore and dissect and sell and experiment on some funky mythological creature.
This all is very unfortunate for Tim, who makes a hobby of watching humans. It is also unfortunate for Steph who has mostly been the one watched and finds herself very suddenly responsible for the safety of this absolutely idiotic wet boy.
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