I truly do not know why I am letting this see the light of day, but here.
tw: really bad art under the cut
fem mako with all my little hcs applied so she doesn't look even slightly like the original. you're welcome. I was hunched over my dad's nice drawing computer (he's an architect) for about five hours trying to figure out how to digital art on krita. this is the best I could come up with.
I kind of like this so. I'm gonna yap a bit about my 'artistic intentions'. starting off there's the qipao, which was originally going to be red/gold like the ref pic I used, but then I was like. what if I made her look even more ek. and then the qipao turned green. this was mostly just me testing out shading and stuff, and I'm honestly pretty proud of the qipao in general. it's hard to see in the finished piece, but the contrast between shaded and flat colors is actually insane. I'm not too happy with how Mako herself turned out.
however.
the hair and the makeup are my newest prized possessions. like. the eyeliner. the little hair pieces sticking up from the ears. the lipstick. the little blush. aosufhoafhosaiff. also her eyes?? I wasn't sure but I really wanted to include the central green/gold heterochromia, and this was born. and her little mole. I was giggling to myself drawing that on. I thought the purple snake tatoo on her arm would be a cool nod to some of mako's concept art w an arm tatoo and also a,, backstory,, w the triple threats,, but i didn't really like how it turned out. left it on just because.
and on the topic of her arms. I don't fucking know how to draw burn scars. help. or arms, actually, but whatever. revisiting those the arms are actually so bad but I was staring at the computer screen so long I could taste the colors. I hate anatomy and that is why I write more than I draw. and the fucking lichtenberg scars. I'm on the brink. they look so cool but my hand was cramping so goddamn bad drawing ten thousand little lines on my pixelly fucking krita canvas oh my god. though if i may i would like to direct your attention to the scars on her ear. I thought that was a neat little detail but idk.
otherwise anatomy-related I tried to give her that blocky ek build as well, although I think it came out more clunky than anything. though honestly I’m not too upset as this was a practice. I might go back another day and fix it to be slightly less terrible but. whatever.
uhhh the background was supposed to be the fire nation emblem and her name as, like, a newspaper cover or something. if my handwriting wasn't terrible, I would've written on the little boxes of subtitles like, 'captian and firebender of the up-and-coming probending team, the fire ferrets' and 'the survivors of a true rags-to-riches tale; the background of the newest probenders.' so yeah that was kind of the idea with her name in the back. also she doesn’t have her scarf because uhhh. I forgot it but we’ll just. pretend. idk. I also do not know how to draw scarves so,,, yeah.
i love her so much btw i'm really mentally ill abt her. if anyone has like art tips. please share im really new and really bad at this.
ps: she does still have the eyebrows, the pointy part is just hidden under her hair.
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fluff. gojo is whining about cereal.
479 words.
a/n: hi i haven't written in three years pls be nice to me 😭
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gojo satoru is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer.
everyone was aware of that, but what they weren't aware of is that, when gojo satoru was sitting at home, no curses to exorcise; all he really wanted was a bowl of lucky charms. preferably, all marshmallow lucky charms.
how hard was it to make that and sell them to everyone? due to what he referred to as, “madness”, he was in the worst mood that morning. if satoru couldn’t have the cereal he wanted, then happy was the last thing he could be.
you often woke up later than him, so when you found the man sulking on the couch with a pout on his face, you knew you were in for a wild morning.
“hey, toru,” you hesitantly greet him. he takes a glance at you, then at his bowl of cereal. “i have a problem.”
you nod slowly, joining him on the couch. “and what is that?”
“my cereal isn’t full of marshmallows.”
you snort as you lift his bowl up and take a spoonful of cereal. you bring it up to your mouth, only to have it smacked away by satoru. the spoon lands on your floor, the sound, and sight of it making you flinch.
“satoru,” you gasp. “what the fuck?”
“it doesn’t deserve to be eaten.”
a scowl graces his (beautiful) face, accompanied by the shaking of his head. the sound of the bowl being placed on the coffee table catches satoru’s attention and he continues to stare at the sad bowl of cereal.
“are you okay?”
“i'm strong, handsome, funny, i'm almost perfect,” he whines. "the only thing missing is a lifetime supply of marshmallow-only lucky charms."
your loud laugh rings through satoru’s ears, the disappointed look on his face replaced by a look of disgust.
“what are you laughing at?”
“satoru, out of all the problems you could possibly have, you’re angry about cereal?”
satoru was undeniably upset. but the sound of your laughter and smile that he would do anything to keep, has one tugging at his lips. he figured he could be upset about it later. for now, he wanted to enjoy how beautiful you looked as you teased him for whining about something stupid.
“you're so pretty,” a hand snakes around your waist, and you feel his lips press a long kiss on your cheek.
“there are two boxes of lucky charms left," you grin. "how about we pick all the marshmallows out for you?”
his eyes light up, and before you can get another word in, you’re being tugged into the kitchen.
while you’re stressing about the amount of time it’s going to take you, satoru stares at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes. you seem to surprise him every day, just when he thinks he can’t fall even more in love with you, you prove him wrong.
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i can’t stop thinking about how wilson’s need to be needed and house’s need to be needed are such twisted mirror parts of each other and house points it out in wilson as a flaw constantly because he sees it himself too , but not in the same way .
because wilson sees his need to be needed as something pure , as something he does because he wants to help , and in a sense this is true . they need me to help them and this makes it the right thing because i will help them . the need to be needed cant be a bad thing because i use it for good . at least in his eyes and a lot of times it’s mirrored that way in the eyes of the audience .
house needs to be needed so he knows he’s not obsolete . he needs people to ask for his help , he needs people to come crawling to him and telling him he was right . it’s an ego boost for him , it’s a fix — i need people to need me to be reassured . and he reconciles with this — he doesn’t think it makes him a good person in the same way wilson does . he doesn’t see it as anything good .
which makes their role - reversals when it comes to this part of them so interesting and why house vs . god is SUCH a good episode because wilson temporarily is in house’s shoes — he’s doing something not because it’s right but because it aligns more with house ‘ need to be needed ‘ . there is nothing good and nothing that he can do to help the patient he goes out with but he does it anyway because he likes the feeling that someone needs him . and house is in the opposite situation , in wilson’s shoes if you will . i need to help you , i need to help her , i need you to see that this is wrong . house sees this — i think it’s why he brings up this subject so heavily in this episode and i also think it’s why he brings it up again in ‘ son of coma guy ‘ .
because as aforementioned house doesn’t see it as a virtue or a good thing . i think that’s why he sees it as such a glaring flaw in wilson , because he sees it in himself . in his eyes , it doesn’t matter how wilson frames it , because he does the same thing — which probably makes wilson more like him than he’s comfortable with .
anyways when the narrative gives two characters the exact same qualities in opposite directions and draws parallels between it it makes me go absolutely crazybatshitinsane
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iv been doing a lot of ddadds reminiscing lately. that game is very very close to my heart and has been for years - it's kind of surreal to return to the fancontent i made for it having grown a bit, and seeing precisely why i latched onto mary as a character as much as i did. (hmm, the guy who'd just gotten out of a bad relationship and was also an unknowing aroace latched onto the character with relationship troubles and conflicts about presenting as someone in love, who would've thought?) (also she's autistic) (i'll still fight people on this)
mary still continues to be one of my favorite characters of all time - and i still have dream daddy to thank for a lot. it's just such a genuinely warm and sweet and funny game. it's got such a kind and lackadaisical approach to adulthood that spoke to and continues to speak to me a lot as someone kind of terrified of growing up, in a lot of ways. and despite being such a silly game, joseph's ideals of the "margarita zone" spoke to me way more than i care to admit.
i wonder if the people i'd shared ddadds servers with and the like, way back in 2019, are doing well. i wonder if the old friend i did that batshit insane mary-damien cult ending rp with that read like a damn slasher film remembers it at all. i hope the people i talked about my ocs with are doing well. i hope the mary rper i lurked on the blog of is doing well. i hope the person who made the official character spotify playlist knows how much they shaped my music taste and how much i listen to them to this day. i hope the developers of this game know it's more than a silly gimmick dating sim that was popular for a year to people. (i hope they know how much damn gender euphoria it gives me lol)
i'm a huge sap with my fandoms in general. but dream daddy's such a spot of comfort for me even now. i still think about it, and maybe one day i'll properly revisit it. and i know i'm going to be so insufferable about it when i do. my own special little margarita zone.
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what does it mean to average 2:1 or 2:2? I don’t think we do that in America
okay so the uni grading system here is done based on percentages. the pass mark is 40%, which americans ALWAYS hit me with 'only 40???? easy!!!' so id like to clarify the content/exams are very difficult and the marking is very mean and generally it's really frustrating when people respond this way, like why tf would we have such a low pass grade otherwise it's a dumb assumption to make but anyway. you do about 6 modules a semester (on average, some courses have more/less), and each module will give you a final grade, and then the average of all your modules from both semesters will give you your final year grade. they're all marked by the same system, which is:
grade of less than 40% = fail
grade of 40%-50% = third class honours (called a third)
grade of 50%-60% = lower second class honours (a 2:2, literally said aloud as 'i got a two-two in my exam')
grade of 60%-70% = upper second class honours (a 2:1, said as 'i got a two-one'). this is what im PRAYING for.
grade of 70%+ = first class honours (just called a first). this is the highest you can get, so even if you get 90% you'll have the same grade as someone who got 72%. this is also what i mean by the exam system being really tough here, bc most people are just grateful to get a first.
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