I may not like how it turned out in the end but look girl it doesn't have to be good + it's the first time I draw míriel so I wouldn't expect it to be perfect anyone (I'm still figuring her out lol)
Here's some mummy Scarab and Prismo studies, I've already given up drawing Pimo's hands lmaooooo- also- why did no one put mummy Scarab in long skirts???? She looks fucking amazing istg????
There's an interesting, telling parallel that I wanted to point out from the most recent episode - a couple of conversations that stood out to me for what they suggest about how far Juno has come.
Way back in Train From Nowhere, trust was a big and repeated theme; Nureyev kept asking for it, Juno kept listing all the reasons why that would be a bad idea, all leading up to a conversation with Valencia:
VALENCIA: It's not going to work between you and Rose you know.
JUNO: What makes you think -
VALENCIA: Opposite sides of the law. Had you playing right into his hands, giving him the Ruby 7, giving him whatever's on the train that scares you so much.
Rose and Engstrom. They're just thieves, Steel. The only difference is that one of them makes you feel all funny inside.
Valencia makes the suggestion that Juno doesn't truly know Nureyev or his real motivations. And while Juno does choose trust, eventually, he also makes the demand that Nureyev turn over the Ruby 7 to the HCPD after all of this is over... just in case she's right. Just in case there's a trick or a trap underneath all of it.
Compare that to the newest episode, to Nureyev trying the exact same thing:
NUREYEV: You think you know me. The nameless thief. You presume, just because I've told you my real name and let you peruse a few carefully-curated passages of my life story, that you have access to a "real" me that nobody else does. Is that right?
JUNO: This isn't gonna work, Nureyev. That journal was true. I know it was.
NUREYEV: How could you possibly?
JUNO: Because I know you.
Nureyev wants Juno to doubt his motives - doubt his honesty. He wants to rile up that untrusting, suspicious side of Juno and make him hesitate; he wants to instill even a moment of uncertainty that might mean Juno will leave him be.
It would have worked on Juno in season one. Even if he didn't believe Nureyev and saw through the ruse, there would be a part of him ringing alarm bells and keeping his distance. But this Juno? Who has chosen, deliberately, to trust? This Juno is resolute. He knows exactly what Nureyev is trying, and why, and he knows Nureyev well enough that he doesn't even pause. Doesn't give the idea so much as a second of consideration.
Worth noting, too, that Nureyev doesn't double down. He doesn't push harder or go back to that argument; he knows Juno, too, and Juno didn't take the bait. Juno so thoroughly didn't take the bait that the entire strategy goes out the window.
Juno loves him, Juno knows him, Juno is not going to be swayed on that. Juno trusts him. He will not be talked out of it.
gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious
HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.
The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”
First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.
Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”
You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.
my tmnt iteration (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans)
tmnt iteration part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10
So uh. Got possessed while I was supposed to be working on something else and now a knight stands before you from @oh-snapperss and @hitheeprithee 's king/knight Rentho au And it's not tonight where I'm set alight (it's not tonight you hold me tight). Um. Hi
Welp, here it is, my second full animation project; the task was to animate an emotion. Even though I knew I purposefully chose a very simplistic style, it still feels very rudimentary to me and there are tons of things I hate about it, but I think I'm also beating myself up too harshly for a beginner
it sucks how even if u have someone blocked on here you can still see their posts being reblogged by others like I keep seeing my abusive ex friend's art everywhere and it sucks! AAAAAAAAAAA