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lamiasluck · 3 years

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Ink Obsession

(Here something quick I wrote in between art trades because I need to write my own characters more gfkjhdsg)

Designing a tattoo sleeve takes a lot of thought, especially for Noah. He wants the art on his body to be perfect, down to the smallest line. Unfortunately, that can be hard to achieve when he's so critical of his artwork. He'll still use any opportunity to sketch things out, though. Every. Single. Opportunity.

Here’s Noah so you can get his vibe

“This looks shitty…” Noah aggressively erased a line in his drawing for the fifth time. It was a simple flower petal, but he scowled down at it like it was insulting him. Too crooked, too skinny, too sharp. Never before could something so cute instill this amount of frustration. Still, he tried to redraw it. “Shitty, shitty, shitty…” He leaned back against the chair with a heavy sigh. This needs to look perfect if it’s going to be on his body. His drawing hand was becoming sore, though. Just a small break would do.

“Don’t move too much, please.”

He looked at his boss, Jacob, with a blank expression. Then, he picked up his notebook and showed Jacob what he was working on. “Do you think this type of flower arrangement would go well with the vines? I’m trying to get it to match the insects and birds too.”

Jacob looked at him with a small sigh. “Noah, I’m saying this because I care about you, but how about you focus on one tattoo at a time?”

Noah glanced down at his left arm, where Jacob was tattooing the vines he was talking about in the first place. He nodded at the sight. “It looks good so far.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“Oh my god, get off my ass. I’m drawing this while I have the motivation. I’m just sitting here otherwise.” There was no bite to Noah’s words while he rolled his eyes at his boss. “You’re taking this out of my damn paycheque anyways.”

“You’re taking away valuable time that could’ve been used for a customer, why wouldn’t I?” Some would wonder if Jacob was joking, but with how dry he said that and the innocent tilt of his head, it was impossible to tell.

Noah gave up trying to figure that out ages ago. “Yeah, yeah, just tattoo the fucking vines already.”

“As you say, potty mouth.”

For about 5 minutes, Noah sat in silence while Jacob tattooed him. The dull pain was something he got used to at this point. What hurt more was how bored he got sitting there. He kept glancing at his unfinished drawing, looking over all the fine details. Did that stem always look crooked? Since when did that dragonfly look scared? The petals on one of the flowers was completely wrong too! It was like he never held a pencil in his life.

“Fuck, stab the needle in harder and kill me…” he groaned through gritted teeth.

“You’re overthinking it, Noah.” Jacob lifted the needle and sat back, briefly cleaning the ink while he could.

Noah gestured to his drawing like the problem was obvious. “Look at it. It’s fucking horrible. I need to start it over.”

“Usually when people talk like that, they’re fishing for compliments.” Jacob picked up the sketchbook to look it over. “I can tell you genuinely hate yourself, though. I commend that.” He picked up the pencil too.

What Noah expected was for Jacob to fix his drawing for him. Instead, the weird man wrote a small A- in the corner where his signature would be. He furrowed his brows and hastily took back his stuff.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“It looks nice.” Jacob shrugged. “Though, I guess my only criticism is that drawing nature while angry might cause problems.”

Noah looked over everything again. Some lines did look too sharp.

“Relax yourself, you’re too tense and I know it’s not because of the needle. Imagine you’re the flower swaying in the wind. Peaceful and fluid.”

“Tsk. Whatever.” Despite the attitude, Noah took a deep breath before putting his pencil to paper again. Why did he want something like this to be his sleeve? Well, nature was always pretty. It would also look nice, he wouldn’t grow out of it, and it was serene. Serene.

The wind blowing through the wind and making the flowers dance. Vines that crawl up every surface to coil and thrive. A minuscule insect buzzing by to collect pollen. He took another deep breath and pictured himself there; the hot sun on his skin as he looked upon a field. No town, no gangs, just him within nature. He found himself smiling softly at the thought.

“That looks nicer,” Jacob muttered as he started up the tattoo gun again. The dull pain returned, bringing Noah back to reality.

“Huh?” Noah focused on his drawing, blinking. The flower petals look perfect. Even if it was shaded in black and white, he felt like he could touch it. “I guess so.”

Jacob smiled at him, before taking his pencil and turning that A- into an A+. “I’d say that’s ready for line art, however,” he gestured to Noah’s left arm, “can we focus on this for now?”

Noah huffed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, take your time with it.” In the meantime he could-

“You’re not allowed to start drawing another tattoo.”

“Fuck you.”

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tags: @shy-marker-pliers @alvie-ashgrove (tell me if you wanna be tagged I get nervous about tagging people gfjkdhsgfh)

#my writing #oc: Noah #my ocs

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petrichormeraki · 4 years

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The Magnus Archives Liveblog Ep. 34:

• “Anatomy Class” • Heck yeah, it’s art time boys • wHO THE HECK IS THIS NEW PERSON • I mean, I’m all for medical stuff but that came out of the blue • It sounds a bit too awkward and nervous to be Elias • I’m assuming, at least • “you know you have an infestation, right?” • Dr. Lionel Elliot??? • Makes sense, dealing with squeamish students in an advanced anatomy class could be difficult. • Fun fact, I’m not a very squeamish person due to reading some of my parents medical textbooks when I was younger. I got desensitized after a while. • Dang, this professor is the epitome of done with this shit • If he can’t remember their faces but remembers their names, is he just suppressing the memory or something else? • This dude sounds so anxious it’s relatable • So suddenly developing breathing abilities • Fish people? • Fish people • Nah, there’s nothing weird about them, they’re just cartoon characters, that’s why their clothes are the same • Poor dude, he sounds so close to a nervous meltdown. • They could just be cracking their bones, my man. • Artists erasing and redrawing be like “shh, no one will know how many times I had to redraw this” • Look man, telekinesis is hard to control man, give her a break. • They’re just kindergarten aliens trying to figure out how to perfect their human being smh • Leave them be, they’re learning how to human properly, professor man. • wHY WOULD YOU TRY TO STALK YOUR STUDENTS WHO ALREADY CREEP YOU OUT???? • Someone give this man a refund, his survival instincts didn’t come with the rest of the product. • If you had 15 minutes to burn, why didn’t you reconsider??? • Well, at least he did try to avoid them. • Aww, that’s cool, they left their teacher an apple • Well maybe they were studying the tooth fairy when they got the apple, who knows. • Wait wait wait, he just waltzed in the place with a tooth apple just hanging out in his pocket???? • Jon like “ewwwwww, keep your tooth apple” • Pffffffft “technically medical waste” • Ooh, more information about the Magnus Institute? • Apparently, the fact that it came from a fellow scholar makes it worth questioning??? • Ohhh, so the Magnus Institute is like the token punchline for scholarly joking? • Jon defending his workplace like “it’s been here for tWO WHOLE CENTURIES, leave us aLONE” • Placeholder names, huh. • Another anatomy teacher with a weird connection • Interesting take on the “non supernatural” nature of this, Jon

#petrichor liveblog #the magnus archives #tma #tma liveblog #tma spoilers #tma episode 34

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magioftheseas · 4 years

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Artistic Vision

Summary: In which Nene models for Mei despite her insecurities.

Rating: G

Warning: There’s references to Nene’s body image issues and some body-shaming.

Notes: So, like MeiNene is also pretty underrated and I just thought the idea of Nene modeling was too good to resist. Hence, this fic. It’s pretty simplistic but it’s not very often that I get to tackle mundane issues and I hope I still did alright. I also hope we see more interactions from these two in the future.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

Commission? Donate?

The sun is setting, and she’s keeping a little anxious. Orange light filters through, casting the entire art room in an almost eerie, ethereal glow. Nene supposed it could make for quite the romantic scene—but rather than a boy confessing to her, she sits on a pedestal with her feet propped up.

Well, when you put it that way, it does still sound dreamy. I can imagine Aoi in this situation—except Aoi would be getting her face drawn.

Instead, Shijima is fixated on her feet. Her ankles, specifically, with such intensity that Nene almost wishes she could suck them into the depths of her skirt, never to be seen again. Except Shijima had begged her to be allowed to draw them.

“They’d make such a unique subject, Yashiro-san! So distinct! An absolute must to recreate!” she exclaimed. And Nene, desperate to please and easy when it came to flattery, couldn’t turn her down, even if the idea of someone staring at her swollen ankles for hours on end was—perhaps not the scenario she most dreamed about.

Shijima was still scribbling away. Her gaze intense behind her glasses, and it would’ve been flustering if Nene hadn’t gotten used to it after the first hour.

Being a model isn’t nearly as cool as I thought it’d be. I feel all stiff.

“Oh,” Shijima says suddenly, looking up at her. “Do you need a break, Yashiro-san?”

“M-Maybe a little.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Shijima waved her hand, ever friendly. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a human model. And I get too caught up. You know.”

“I know,” Nene echoed quietly. “But, I don’t mind sitting here. I would just...like some water and a minute to stretch out, maybe.”

“No problem. I’ll get you some.”

“I’d appreciate it!”

Shijima sets her sketchbook and pencils aside. She had used multiple ones, which all looked pretty fancy. Nene can only imagine what it would be like if she were having her portrait painted. Even now knowing how tedious modeling was, the idea was an exciting one.

“Such a beautiful, elegant, and perfect young lady you are, Nene-san!” The painter exclaimed. He was, of course, represented by a vaguely but incredibly attractive man. “I couldn’t possibly hope to capture your radiance!”

Nene only laughs, noble and ever so proper.

“As long as just a fraction of my beauty can be shared, it’s all I can wish for!”

“So generous! So humble! I love you so much, Nene-sama!”

Something like that, maybe?

“Ehehehehe.” Nene couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh no, I can’t possibly model for all of you...”

“It’s just me here, Yashiro-san,” Shijima reminded her. Nene yelped, but rather than comment further, Shijima just offers her a cup. “Here’s some water. Sorry that it’s room temperature.”

“T-That’s fine! It’s fine! I’m fine!” Nene took it and nearly downed all of it, nearly choking in the process. Shijima’s face twitched, but when Nene glanced her way, she was perfectly composed. Somehow, she didn’t feel at ease. “Shijima-san, um, you didn’t get any for yourself?”

“I’m fine,” Shijima chirped, much more convincingly than Nene could hope to be. She sits back down, once again taking her sketchbook. “You’re the one unused to all of this.”

“Aha,” Nene laughs dryly, sipping a bit more modestly. “I admit, I’ve only ever dreamed of being in this position before.”

“Was it everything you ever hoped it’d be?” Shijima asked.

“I... Not really.” Nene shook her head. “No offense to Shijima-san, but I was imagining something a little more romantic.”

“Romantic, huh,” Shijima droned, now tapping her pencil to the paper. “Right. There are people out there who think modeling can be more intimate than it actually is. Well. I could always ask to draw you naked—if you’re comfortable with that.”

Flustered, Nene shook her head much more furiously than before.

“J-Just my ankles are fine!”

“I was joking.” It hadn’t really sounded like a joke, but Nene was happy to brush it off regardless. “You know—it’s kind of weird. Talking with you like this.”

“Eh, why?” Nene asked. “We’re friends, aren’t we, Shijima-san?”

Shijima hummed.

“A model and their artist—have a bit of a different relationship than that of friends. But yeah, we’re friends. I was really happy when you agreed to model for me. I did really want to draw your ankles. They really do have such a unique shape.”

I don’t think I can take that positively even if Shijima-san means it that way.

“You’re so self-conscious about them,” Shijima did observe. “Covering them with your hand isn’t going to hide them, Yashiro-san.”

Nene retracted her hand, straightening out her legs even as it was embarrassing to do so. When her eyes inevitably lingered on those swollen ankles of hers, she found herself deflating.

“They’re unique,” she admitted. “But they’re not very attractive, are they?”

Shijima blinks at her. Nene quickly shrugged.

“I-I mean, as happy as I am to help you—I do wish I didn’t have these. These ankles, I mean. I mean...” Her shoulders trembled as she forced a laugh. “The make me look like a daikon. Daikons aren’t exactly known for being pretty.”

“You don’t think you’re pretty?”

I mean—there’s a reason why you’d rather draw my weird ankles instead of my face, right?

The question lingers on the tip of her tongue. Her face feels hot. She wonders what expression she must be making because it feels awfully twisted. She can’t even tell Shijima’s gaze right now, with those thick glasses as a barrier. All the same, she must surely be acting like an annoyance right now.

“Sorry. Just forget I said anything, Shijima-san.”

Shijima hums but she’s poised to resume drawing all the same.

“Straighten your back please, Yashiro-san. Your posture needs to be the same as before.”

Nene does so. After a few more adjustments, she returned to how she should be, and Shijima resumed.

“I should be done in a bit. You can still keep drinking water, Yashiro-san. Just don’t move your feet.”

Nene nodded, taking another sip.

“I just said not to move, Yashiro-san.”

“A-Ack, sorry! Sorry, sorry!”

“I’m joking, you’re fine.”

“Eh.” That didn’t sound like much of a joke... “Okay, then.”

She fixes her posture all the same, ever self-conscious. Shijima doesn’t make a second remark and her face is still stoic. Unreadable. If Nene hadn’t seen her excitable before, she’d wonder if Shijima could emote at all.

That’s such a judgy thought. She reprimanded herself. Aoi would be ashamed of you, Nene.

Still—since she was thinking of Aoi again, she wondered something else.

Shijima-san is comfortable with me because we’re friends. But there might be other people she’d rather draw.

“Even without looking at your face, I can tell you’re deep in thought,” Shijima remarked then, making her flinch. “Careful, Yashiro-san. Seriously. Don’t move that much.”

“S-Sorry, I was just taken aback!” she exclaimed. “I-I mean, you’re so stern sometimes but—you’re pretty perceptive too, Shijima-san. I guess that’s the eye of an artist for you.”

Shijima makes a non-committal hum.

“I know you said to forget before,” Shijima began. “But—sorry, Yashiro-san. I’m still bothered by it. You’re so harsh on yourself just for—what? Your uniquely swollen ankles?”

“Slender legs are prettier,” Nene said, just a tad more frustrated than she wanted to be. “Guys don’t like thick legs. They don’t care for thick ankles, either.”

“I think they’re artistically inspiring,” Shijima replied. “In fact, when you enroll in college, you should maybe see if you can model for figure drawing classes.”

“While does sound nice,” Nene murmurs, definitely thinking of admiring college boys before shattering that fantasy with her own metaphorical fists. “I’d rather not get leered at like a shrunken head in an oddities museum.”

Shijima adjusts her glasses. She pauses in erasing.

“Is that how you see it? What a shame. But—I guess that’s just what it is, being concerned about stuff like that. I wouldn’t know—with how unremarkable I look, I don’t get much attention. And I don’t really care to, either.” She resumes, sighing as she does. “But—I do love drawing your ankles. And I think—they’re beautiful in their distinction. You shouldn’t judge yourself by narrow beauty standards. Those aren’t just limiting, they’re destructive. And the people who prefer them are often impossible to please anyway.”

Ah, huh. Shijima-san sounds—pretty mature, just then. Still. Still.

“Who’d want an ugly chick with fat daikon legs?”

Nene’s hands fist into her dress for a while before she forces herself to relax.

“Done,” Shijima droned and with an actual smile, she turns her sketchbook around to show off her work. “What do you think, Yashiro-san?”

“Yeah,” Nene said distantly, nodding and swallowing. “Those are—definitely my ankles.”

It was eerie how perfect a recreation they were. Nene could see in horrifying detail how rounded they were, how even her feet looked big, toes too curled and the arches too defined. When was the last time she did her nails? They desperately needed a clipping, and oh god, had she missed hair on her legs the last time she shaved—?!

But, somehow, in the midst of her spiral, Nene did notice Shijima’s fingers. Stained with graphite. She noticed how the paper had been crinkled from having to redraw parts several times over. The recreation was perfect—only because Shijima had been so insistent. And Shijima looked so proud of it, too, even though Nene hated the look of them so much.

Blinking, Nene could ultimately only smile in return.

“You did a great job, Shijima-san.”

Whatever she sees—she’s passionate about. That must count for something.

“You weren’t too bad of a model,” Shijima said. “Can we do this again sometime, Yashiro-san?”

She hesitated but she ended up nodding, smile tightening.

I want to see what she sees one of these days.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #mei shijima #shijima mei #nene yashiro #yashiro nene #MeiNene #Magi Fics #I'm trying to write more hanako-kun fics #one of these days I'll actually write a fic that focuses on the main ship proper but rn #I sure love writing girls

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steve0discusses · 5 years

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Yugioh S3 Ep 43: Tea Can Just Knock Over Joey Wheeler With Her Index Finger

Guys guys guys, my favorite Character is back. That’s right--the storyboarder!

So this episode looked helllla nice for a Yugioh episode (again, this is Yugioh, it will win no awards.) It wasn’t as nice and fluid as the episode where they temporarily killed off Joey Wheeler, but I give it a good 2nd place.

You can tell we’re getting to the climax of the season because they’re throwing down their most entertaining art people onto the screen, giving us about 5 zillion dutch angle fashion close-ups of Marik’s cabbage face, and a whole lot of zany and hard to very hard to draw fish-eye lens angles of Pharaoh.

Also, everyone wears flared bell-bottom pants now. New stylistic decision, as decided just now. Everyone in pants now has flares. Even if their pants are cargo pants. How very 00′s. (my pants were flares from like birth until 2006, it was a good trend, super comfy, bring it back.)

(read more under the cut)

First off, Evil Marik decided to rewrite Marik history a little bit with some hilarious retconning that only the most evil Marik would think is legit.

I mean I was there when Marik was introduced and was a complete asshole all of S2. I remember when Odion considered murdering the hell out of his little brother because this Marik guy was such freakin tool and his Dad was an evil cultist bastard. I...I’m gonna go on a limb and assume that calling Marik a “loyal servant” is a freakin stretch. Marik made his choices. Yes, his bad side killed his Dad, but they have made sure to indicate that yes, this is the evil inside of Marik, something that he himself caused--but most of the things that Marik has done (with the exception of killing his own Dad) is still Marik. He did that.

The fact that his evil side can’t quite connect that his good side and evil side are at all the same however, is fitting for an evil Marik to think. More and more, Marik and Marik are becoming 2 different people, and this game is the deciding factor to finally give this guy full autonomy of his other half.

We’ve seen this type of contrast before with Bakura and Ryou--where Ryou and Bakura don’t really get along but have always been clearly different people, so the culpability of what they do tends to fall on Bakura. (which is a pretty GRAND assumption, I still think Ryou is a precious but absolutely still shady little bastard) So, it’s a little different that Marik considers himself two completely different people when it’s just...not the same. Marik’s alter ego is just an ego. More like how Yami was in Season Zero but a little bit more evil. Both Marik’s have the same upbringing and the same source.

It’s been kind of an interesting progression now I can look back on it, where slowly the two have been clashing to the point that they are in fact different, disparate people now. The fact that Marik points out how his situation similar to Yugi and Pharaoh being a host is almost like “well yeah, it would have been nice to see how the whole Season Zero Yami evolved into more of a separate person over time, I’m glad you inferred that, and I’ll never get to see it, thanks” But again, all that is inferred. Whether Yami Yugi eventually became Pharaoh over time or whether Pharaoh is a big retcon of Yami Yugi for the new series in order to keep the culpability for what he does off of Yugi Muto was never directly spoken in the show so it’ll be left to your fanfictions.

Meanwhile, Yugi has decided that they’re going to try and purify the Marik situation and save the good side. This is sort of the Yugioh thing, to dispel the bad forces from people and leave behind hollow husks, so yeah...it tracks. I mean...there’s very little Marik left to save, but it’s better than a husk, amiright? Better than what happened to freakin PaniK, RIP. I’m sure erasing over half of your identity will go over real well for Marik and be absolutely painless.

And then we had a lovely scene that, for those people doing scene redraws from anime, as has been a popular trend on art blogs lately--this is your episode for Yugioh. This episode’s got moody lighting, we’ve subdued all our weird ass colors into one concrete palate (remember how green the carpet used to be?) we got interesting elements of Marik being here despite being chopped into pieces. We got so many ellipses drawn in perspective (y’all I could write an entire posts just about ellipses but I’ll spare you). It’s like Yugioh gave itself a redraw.

I can’t believe this shot came out of freakin Yugioh.

Also, this guy was an ASSHOLE for the past 2 seasons but the show was like “time to make him likeable” and so they dropped some good ass cinematography and sung that sad backstory tune on the trumpet and you know what? It works.

+++++++++++++++RANT ABOUT REDEMPTION ARCS FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS MASSIVE WALL OF TEXT++++++++++++++++++++++++

Now I think the arc of Marik is pretty simple and people are pretty chill with it. But, I’m gonna talk about villain redemption arcs just in general--gonna sidetrack a little from Yugioh for a moment. Partly because I watched 6 seasons of Once Upon a Time, which is basically Villain Redemption Arc Controversy: The Show.

It bothers a hell ton of people when TV shows have to make a villain redeemable, but there’s only one episode left so they put their hands up and say “but I swear the good side of him was always good” But, does that mean Marik’s going to make up for all the murder and sending people to the shadow realm? No. He never will. Even if Marik was completely his bad half the whole time, it still wouldn’t make up for the damage done. Dead people are...DEAD.

Marik can’t actually make any choices right now to redeem his character. All he’s doing is accepting he will never be a full person ever again. Hence why he is in slices and pieces, and in several shots is trapped either in an empty glass or a window. The choice to redeem him is entirely on other people.

And that’s the thing about redemption arcs that I want to bring up--how much of a character’s redemption relies on what the villains do to “Make up for what they did”, and how much relies on everyone else to redeem them. I think the tendency is for people to assume that the villains should be doing 90-100% of the redeeming, but unless they have a time machine--they can’t do any. Even if they freakin die to sacrifice themselves it’s still like “that character was basically little Stalin, right?

I’ve seen like a million ways to write a redemption arc, but none of them, not a single one that I can think of, can ever truly make up for the things the villian has done. There’s no way that Darth Vadar was suddenly going to become a good Dad, no matter how many Palpatines he can toss into a...whatever that was at the end of that movie. That’s the riddle behind what makes redemption arcs so engaging--By all cultural standards these villains should always be tagged a “bad guy” but, we, the audience, are being challenged to ignore those standards.

And I know a lot of people see redemption arcs as a quasi-religious sort of adventure into atonement, where we’re supposed to see ourselves as the villain searching for some type of forgiveness from a higher, most-likely-a-reference-to-Jesus-power, but I don’t really see them that way. Maybe it’s because, I dunno, I haven’t killed anyone recently or possessed other people’s minds or strung them up to anchors and dropped them into the ocean. But if you see yourself as a Marik, then go for it, I won’t stop you.

But, to me, a redemption arc is more of a question posed for us as viewers. Since it is impossible for the writers to ever fully redeem a character, the only ones doing the redeeming are the people watching it, who’s reaction will differ wildly from person to person, and that’s what makes it fascinating.

And like, that’s my thesis here at the very last paragraph of this long meandering rant. Redemption arcs aren’t about “hey is this person good enough to be redeemed (because that will never happen)” it’s “are you too good to redeem that person?” It’s a large scale experiment on the viewers watching and that’s why it makes people so freakin pissed and uncomfortable. Every redemption arc calls them out directly, and for some people it’s just like--the world ends or something. I have seen actual internet mobs develop over...a villain redemption arc. Which is weird.

And so I’ll leave it with my other spicy take that...you don’t have to redeem every villain when the question is asked. I mean these aren’t real people. The questions of “would you redeem this person” is asked entirely hypothetically. And that’s what makes up stories, not just the interaction of the people inside the stories, but when it affects the moral structure of the readers directly, and seeing how for some people, that can be a very intense and deep reflection. (which usually leads to a hell ton of either retconning fanfiction or a hell ton of really, really angry posts)

bro’s just told me that Yugioh is just a redemption arc for season 0 Yami Yugi. Bro and his spicy headcanons. This one holds some water though, lol.

++++++++++++END OF A SUPER LONG RANT ABOUT VILLAINS THAT I HELD IN FOR THE ENTIRE 6 SEASONS OF ONCE UPON A TIME, WOW A LOT OF PEOPLE HAD OPINIONS ABOUT CERTAIN CHARACTERS THAT THEY JUST EXPECTED EVERYONE ELSE TO HAVE, AMIRIGHT????+++++++++++

Anyway, back to jokes.

Again, Storyboarder just...nailing these weird ass shoes that are somewhere between a dress shoe and a boot. Shoes are hard to draw, y’all. This storyboarder. And they even made sure that the shoes looked very small and precious the way Yugi shoes would be. Little Cinderella size 5 Yugi shoes.

Oh finally.

So it was only a matter of time before the people who actually care about being possessed noticed this situation, it just took like...a season longer than I thought it would. I’ll be honest it was quite cathartic for them to actually address for the first time in what feels like a long time “SHOOT, GHOSTS!?!?”

Although it was kind of funny that the biggest reaction to all of this came straight from Joey. Yugi still doesn’t care, Tristan’s decided to just accept this, and Duke is just slowly backing away. But Joey’s going to try and do the work that Yugi should have done last episode.

HOT DAMN.

So, lets go over the Yugioh power chart here. Tristan can punch out Bakura. Tristan can also defeat Seto Kaiba with a broomstick. Joey can kick Tristan, even when Tristan is armed with a broomstick, so hard that Tristan flew through a metal door and bent it completely over backwards. Tea, however, can knock Joey completely over with one single index finger.

How has this girl ever been abducted? Was she just bored?

Bro wants to bring up that she once incapacitated a man with her butt. Just falling on top of a guy and hitting him with her butt of steel. Was she even in danger from the shipping container when she could just bat it away? She once choked out Season 0 Yugi Muto. She was always fine.

Credit to Joey, he keeps trying, and it gives us, for the first time, a sneak peek into what it must be like for Yugi and Joey to hang out on the offtimes that Yugi switches over and Pharaoh hasn’t quite gotten the memo.

This is in fact, the second time that she’s done this.

(meanwhile, sitting next to Odion, is one single cargo pocket floating in the air, gently smoking a purple haze like incense)

Welcome back Odion! I only now just realized how freakin jacked your neck is.

Like y’all his neck is wider than his head, hot damn.

Anyway, this show is secretly all about the power of big brothers, so I assume he’s going to start the mile long crawl to the top of the tower and then just...walk in...just walk right into a shadow game...?

...no one thought to stay with Odion? Like not even Serenity? Or at least leave him a weelchair? what the hell?

Odion always gets the worst wrap, this poor guy.

Anyway if you just got here, this is a link to read these recaps in chrono order from the beginning and watch my progression of knowing nothing about Yugioh to knowing a lot about random facts about Yugioh but still knowing absolutely nothing at all just like Socrates.

And here’s that shot of Marik for y’alls anime scene redraws, knock yourself out.

#Yugioh #ygo #episode recap #photo recap #S3 ep 43 #Yugi Muto #Marik Ishtar #Tea is possessed again #Tea Gardner #Odion ishtar #Ishizu Ishtar #Joey Wheeler #Duke Devlin #Tristan Taylor #Seto Kaiba #man alive why do I list all the characters all the time there are so many characters #guest appearance by this wonderful storyboarder

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munofsilver · 6 years

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Akumatized AU. Evillustrator 2.

Part two of Evillustrator. Nathaniel first time at school since he's been akumatized. Can he avoid Chloe? Ao3 Link.

The day with my sister went better than I thought it would. She didn't see me any differently than normal. I'm just glad she's not scared of me. Now that she's in bed and I should be, but I can't sleep. I'm going to school in the morning and I fear the worse.

Even though Chloe is the reason I got akumatized, she's going to make fun of me like always. If I could I would stay home forever, but I have to face my fear. Besides what kind of image would I be showing Natalie? If you're scare run away. What kind of big brother would I be if I did that?

That's not what you should do. I think a day away will be enough. Maybe Chloe won't be there. I know I'm not that lucky. In the morning after breakfast, I head off to school. “Good luck.” I hear Natalie say as I close the door.

Nothing happened on the way to school, but that's not the part I'm worried about. I'm used to people making fun of me, so the whispers don't bother me. I don't like it when people do that in my face. At least behind me back I can pretend they are going after someone else.

That's one of the reasons I try to avoid Chloe. Not only does she make fun of me in my face but in front of everyone around. I tighten my fist when I think about all those time Chloe was just being Chloe, and not just with me but with everyone.

Anger? Am I getting angry? That's new, I usually don't get mad. The last time I did was when Chloe made Natalie cry. This big brother is very protective of his younger sister, and all my family and friends. That's why I love it when Marinette stands up against Chloe. Wait for Marinette, I could have also killed her.

Trapped in a box on a boat with a hole in it. Another person I should avoid. I should also apologize to her. I didn't mean to hurt her. I was just so mad. I mean she only wanted to date me to help stop me. I shouldn't be mad at that. I'm sure I would do the same thing.

Maybe I should talk to her, later today after school. My mind wonders to my classmates at school. Some have been akumatized so I shouldn't have to worry about them. They will understand being akumatized themselves. The others I'm not sure about.

As soon as I felt pain in my face I notice I'm at school, and trip on the steps. Landing face first on them. Quickly I jump up and look around. Those that saw are staring at me. Not laughing or anything just staring. It was creepy, so I ran inside. I didn't stop until I got to my seat and dived under it.

When I hit my head is when I notice that when I got akumatized I grow taller. Usually, I would be able to slide under my desk without any problem. Hitting my head on the way in proves that I grow. I always wonder what being taller would be like. I'm not sure if I like it.

If I wanted to I could erase part of the desk and redraw it in later. Can I still do that? The pillow I drew for Natalie disappeared. Honestly, I don't care about the erasing part. I know it could be handy, but I don't think I ever want to use it. Unless I know no other option. Even then I'm not sure. That is very dangerous if I mess up, and knowing me I will mess up.

I suppose the same thing could be said about any of my powers. Looking at the tablet on my right arm, I can't help but think about what I almost did and what I could do now. “Nathaniel?” Someone saw me rush in but who? I peak my head out over the desk. Marinette is in the room looking around. Slowly I get out and stand up. Right away she noticed me.

How could she not, with the way I look. “I thought it was you that ran past me,” she tries to lighten up the mood with a laugh. I do like her laughs, they always seem to make me feel better and more clam. Sadly I got nothing this time.

“I'm sorry,” we both say at the same time. Why is she sorry. Marinette didn't do anything wrong. We both laugh. I nervously, Marinette not so sure. I don't think so. Marinette speaks first. “I just wanted to say sorry for agreeing to go on a date with you, only to try to get Cat Noir to stop you,” she said in a low tone like she's ashamed.

“It's okay. I understand. I would have done the same if someone that was akumatized asked me out.” I'm being honest. I really would, if I could get ahold of Ladybug or Cat Noir that is. “You did what you had to do,” I added. She smiles in a sweet cute way, that I'm sure that's where Natalie got it from. My sister is taking after Marinette more than Alix.

Alix wouldn't like that. Being the youngest she wants my little sister to be her little sister. “You're not mad at me?” Marinette asked. I nod to let her know we're still friends. She was happy and did a little cheer while clapping her hands. “I got to go and met up with Alya,” she waves as she heads out the door.

A feel a smile come across my face. So very glad that Marinette and I had that little talk. I sit instead of hiding under my desk. I was getting my stuff out of my bag when Mr. Domocles walked in. He sharply turns to face me, to be honest, that creeped me out.

“Mr. Kurtzberg I would like to speak with you. Please follow me.” Sifft like a statue he turns towards the door and heads out. I pack everything up and follow him. In his office, I just freeze in my seat like I always do when I'm in here.

Sometime later I handed him my akumatized tablet pen as he requested. “Now the tablet.” His hand is held out towards me. “Sorry, Mr. Domocless but I can't do that. In order to remove the tablet from my arm, I have to remove the whole outfit,” I sighed. “I see then. You may go.” I was out like the room was on fire. I hate being in his office.

I head back to the classroom. When I got there in my spot there was a red envelope. “Come to the bakery after school, Marinette. Happy late birthday.” Marinette is such a good friend. I'm lucky to know her. The ring of the bell made me jump and slide down in my seat.

I did see Chloe and I'm surprised she didn't come to “attack” me. I shouldn't say anything since it's still early in the school day. Is school always this boring? I had a hard time staying awake during class. This never happened before. Then I noticed things I never noticed this before cause I would normally be drawing right now.

Not wanting to draw sure changes things. Even a small bit. It seems that I'm not the only one that finds class boring. I can see Ivan staring at Mylene. Chloe reading a magazine while glancing at Adrien once in a while. Alix is making spitwads I'm guessing she's going to use them on Kim who is leaning back in this seat sleeping.

Sabrina is taking notes. I wonder why she puts up with Chloe constantly ordering her around like she owns her. Alya is also taking notes. Wait she just passed something to Nino. Maybe it wasn't notes just a note. I laugh silently to myself. Everyone else seems to be listening to Miss. Bustier.

Next class, I stayed awake cause it's Miss. Mendeliev's class. I dare not drift off in this class anymore. At lunch, I sat alone as Alix comes to sit with me, mostly to hide from a face covered in spitwads Kim looks for her. Since I usually like to sit alone during lunch, it was a perfect place to hide.

“Sorry, this happened to you on your birthday. I know that feel,” she sighs. I almost forgot she was also akumatized on her birthday. “How did Natalie take it?” “She was scared at first. Mostly cause she didn't know if I was still under Hawkmoth's control. Once she realized I wasn't nothing really changed.”

“Does she know I got akumatized?” I look at Alix. “Why don't you come over for a visit?” Alix hasn't been over since she was akumatized a month ago. I still can't believe that all this started about two months ago. “Watching her again?” She asked sounding like she always knew the answer. I'm sure she did. “Marinette wants me to see her at her parent's bakery after school.” I look at the birthday card she's given me.

“Are you going to bring her with?” That is a good question. Marinette would understand if I went and got her. Like all my friends she knows my mom works late and someone needs to look after my little sister cause she's too young to be on her own.

I could also ask someone to look after her while I go, like Alix. Looking at her I think on that, while she waits for my answer. “It would be nice for her to get out, or you could watch her for me.” I smile at her.

Natalie doesn't leave the house much. I think she should come with and have Alix pick her up. I laugh when I see Alix eyebrow twitching. “Tell you what. I will bring her with me, but could you at least pick her up for me?” Alix smiles. “That I will do. I'm not a babysitter.” We both laugh. It always feels good to laugh.

During the last class, I send Cindy a text. She will give Natalie the message. When Alix comes to pick her up she will be ready. After class, I wait for Alix and Natalie to met me in front of the school's steps outside. Today must be a lucky day.

Chloe stayed away from me all day. Once Natalie and Alix get here I can leave school without having to run into Chloe. “Sabrina is my report done yet?” Oh no, it's that voice. She is near and I start to shake. So close, I shouldn't have said anything. Moving a little as possible I turn around.

She not there and I sigh in relief. Then I heard, “It's all done Chloe, so is our group presentation.” If Sabrina is near so is Chloe sadly. I turn back around for another look. “Delivery for Mr. Kurtzberg, Nathaniel.” Alix jokes.

She was carrying Natalie piggyback style. They would do that a lot when we came to visit her, or we take Natalie to the park. Once Natalie was down Alix zoomed off and I see Kim flying above after her. The spitwads are gone now at least. I'm going to bring this up when I see Alix again.

“Alix got hit like you?” Natalie asked. I only nod. “Chloe?” “Not this time.” I held out my hand for her to hold. She takes it and I freeze when I hear that voice. “Let's get out of here, Sabrina I need to get my nails done. My nail polish is chipped.” Sabrina and Chloe come stomping out. Chloe is looking at her nails and Sabrina struggling behind her.

I need to get out of here before Chloe sees me or Natalie. My older protective brother instincts kick in, and I grab Natalie. Picking her up under her arms and holding her closely, tightly against my chest. As I run away from the school. I head towards Marinette's place. I'm very glad she lives close by and Chloe will never go there.

I didn't let of Natalie go until I hear the door close. “That was fun. Again, Nathaniel,” she cheers. I hear Marinette's mom, “Awwww so cute.” Soon Marinette comes in. “You're here and you have Natalie with you,” she smiles. “I hope you don't mind,” I don't know why I'm nervous. “Hi, Marinette,” Natalie waves.

“I don't mind. Hello Natalie,” Marinette pats Natalie's head. “This way,” Marinette waves us to follow her. Leading us up to the apartment part of the building. In the kitchen on the table was a cake. Topped with white frosting. Better Late Than Never wrote in blue frosting.

“Thank you, Marinette,” I smile as I stare at the cake. She just smiles as she says, “You're welcome. I made it myself. My dad help with the frosting.” The cake was delicious, the frosting was coconut my favorite. The cake was enough for everyone to have a piece. By everyone I mean, Natalie, Marinette, her father, her mother, and me. Almost like she knew Natalie would be here.

We both head home. Once there I make us dinner, do my homework, play some games with Natalie, take a shower while Natalie heads to bed. While I was drying hair, I hear the front door opening. I poke my head out the door to see who was coming in. It was my mom, she's home early.

I come out of the bathroom fully dressed with a towel on my head. My hair is still a little wet. “I skip lunch so I could get home early. I wanted to see how school was today,” she smiled. It's rare to see her not smile. “It was great. Nothing really happened.” She yawns with her hand over her mouth, “That's great to hear. Now off to bed.” I nod and enter the room I share with Natalie.

#akumatized #akumatized au #Evillustrator #Nathaniel Kurtzberg #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #alix kubdel #ML #Fanfic #AU #ML AU #natalie kurtzberg #mr. damocles #chloe bourgeois #sabrina raincomprix

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gus-dix · 6 years

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I watched two seasons of Riders of Berk and it’s... kinda bad, honestly. The plot is boring, the enemies are sad jokes, and it made me hate Hiccup with a passion even tho I loved him in the movies. And they still don’t do anything with Astrid?! Such waste. But at least the twins are still awesome and I watch it only for them now.

Character design stuff that makes me sad: how much more sense it would make for Astrid to be fat/muscular (she’s the strong one, but can you believe it with those spaghetti arms?) and just how much prettier it makes her. Also the really cool thing they did in the movies is not make your lady leads clones, but here we are with the new element, Heather, who’s just Astrid with black hair. Come on...

do not erase the caption, use or repost my art

#my art #fan art #how to train your dragon #httyd #dreamworks #riders of berk #dreamworks httyd #HI I'M BACK #didn't post shit for 2 month cause depression #i still drew to be clear just didn't feel like coloring n posting #turning animated ladies fat is starting to look like a hobby of mine #which is cool; more fat ladies pls #if you're fatphobic and leave shitty comments on my art be ready for hell

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cosmosogler · 6 years

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hi guys. not doin too hot. and by “not doin too hot” i mean “I AM TOO HOT OH GOD WHY”

don’t worry. when i realized i would not be able to fix the ac myself (at like 8:30 pm) i put in a maintenance request. so hopefully that will be fixed tomorrow or friday. again.

i feel bad putting in so many orders but like, 58 degrees is too cold and 80 degrees is too hot. please. i’m not THAT picky but it’s so much and i’m sweating all over my papers and i can’t tell if poor snoopy is uncomfortable or not. she spends a whole lotta time by where i have the fan on by an open window.

it doesn’t cool off my desk/bed area but at least my kitchen is a nice temperature.

when my alarm went off i realized that i just... did not sleep very much. i had bad dreams but i don’t remember enough about them to say why. i ended up skipping my first class to try to get SOME sleep but unfortunately i just laid there with my eyes closed feeling hot and miserable for 40 minutes. i was so pokey getting ready for school that i was actually late for my second class despite getting up with more time to get ready than usual.

i took notes on my ipad. it was nice. i like the line sensitivity. i picked up my pen from the mail room in the afternoon so now i can write more than four words per line too.

keegan and harrison and i got spaghetti lunch and then i went to my doctor’s appointment. the doctor took a look at my throat and lungs and stuff and said everything seemed fine but i could take some allergy medication that might help it clear up faster. so i did that. also my other problem with the birth control is ok if it happens once. if it happens three times in a row there’s gonna be a problem but otherwise between missing a day (even though i caught up) and all the stress and getting sick it could be anything.

the allergy medication also serves as a sleep aid and anti anxiety medication so she said if it works i could use it for the whole month or when i start sleeping normally again and if it doesn’t work to just stop usin it and don’t worry about it.

i helped ammar and rebika and luis get set up with the printer network in our building after a lot of hassle with my computer. luis and taylor were talking so loud that i couldn’t think at all and harrison was getting annoyed because i wasn’t using any of the convenient tools that computers have like search functions.

and i took my accommodation letters to both my professors and hashed out the test plan with them. my stat mech professor invited me to sit for a while and then... blocked the door with his chair. i don’t think he did it on purpose but I NOTICED. i got antsy immediately and i couldn’t seem to find a good opportunity in the conversation to leave.

i doubled my score on the prelims! now i have a 22/120 instead of, like, a 10. all i gotta do to pass is get up to ~60 though. but it was a DEFINITE improvement. i feel conflicted about it. on the one hand, i did double my score and that’s really impressive. on the other hand, the score is still total garbage and kind of embarrassing if it wasn’t already incredibly well established that i am really bad at taking tests no matter how well i know the material.

hopefully next time i won’t have the worst and longest cold ever.

i ended up spending like 2 hours hanging out with harrison and drawing on his blackboard. he said i draw really fast when i did a blue in about 30 seconds and i said “yes i’ve always drawn abnormally fast.” i did some base shape stuff with him and he showed me one of the symbols he’d been working on.

jennica wandered in at one point to talk about the em homework and i was gonna die. “what is that?” she asked. “harrison is teaching me how to draw,” i said. i knew that she knew it was total bs because i was holding the chalk and had been drawing when she came in so i made a big deal out of saying over and over that i definitely wasn’t the one drawing. i think she understood it was a joke.

i biked home and picked up my mail and ran a quick errand (the corner store doesn’t carry the item i want any more so that’s a bummer. i’m gonna have to figure out what i want to do about that. the cashier said they might start ordering it again). i fiddled around with the ac trying to get one of the buttons to do the thing i want but it doesn’t seem interested in doing anything but blowing hot air into my apartment. i made some dinner while i did my dishes... i was out of plates.

i should be drinking more tea but hot drinks just really don’t appeal to me right now.

then i sat down and started drawing. it took like an hour and a half to do three panels out of the seven on this one page. i had made my boards too crowded because i drew too big so i had to take pictures of my pages, load them up on my computer screen, and then erase my work and redraw each panel with everything a little bit smaller. it would have been fine except IT’S SO HOT AND IT’S SO HARD NOT TO SMUDGE MY LIGHTER LINES TO HELL.

snoopy was a little more active than usual today, at least when she was “hunting” for her cookies. i put them in slightly more out of the way places than usual and it looks like she got all of them in about ten minutes. i’m going to have to bump up the difficulty for her just a bit. though earlier i noticed that if i hide her cookies in places that require using her paws to get them out she won’t do it even if they are easily visible.

maybe getting all those mats off her underside improved her mood. seeing just how much fur got shaved off her stomach, it was probably really hindering her movement.

a good thing todayyyyyy isssssss while i was waiting for the doctor i wrote a whole bunch of notes about nastasia. since my classmates’ em period starts 2 hours earlier this semester i got to the doctor’s office about 40 minutes before my appointment so i just settled into a chair and grabbed my phone and started typing. i’m working really hard to give these characters a common thread and i think it fits pretty well with the general theme of the story. i don’t know if i’m laying it on too thick or not though. it’s hard to write drafts for comics except for the individual scenes you’re currently setting up. i can’t go back and change the beginning because it’s done and uploaded. all i can do is adjust the current page.

so that’s a challenge!!!

it’s fun that having a group of characters with different manifestations of the same flaw creates such a disaster though. count bleck is such a dumpster fire.

(i am also a dumpster fire and i write characters that are almost exclusively trash man level of emotional maturify)

GAAHHHHH IT’S GONNA BE 80 DEGREES TOMORROW??? THAT’S THE EARLY JANUARY WEATHER I WANT TO SEE!!!!!!

ok anyway it’s 10:45 now so i should probably start thinking about maybe getting ready for bed sometime. i’m so tired. but i really, really don’t want to sleep. i’m so tired of nightmares.

a good thing that i like about myself maybe is, uh, i’ve been working harder at following up with people lately. i was doing it before, but now i’m trying harder to make sure i ask people how a thing went if they bring it up earlier. like suzanne’s cousins are visiting today. i dunno. suzanne seemed impressed that i remembered, last time i did it with her. but now i don’t remember what it was i had asked her about!! i’m trying to find more ways to show people i care, i guess. as i get more and more sleep deprived though i am getting less good at remembering things to bring up in my conversations.

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alrightladiesandgentlemen-blog · 7 years

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YESTERDAY, SUBJECT 1

DAY 2 9/29/17

She texts me this morning saying that she is cold and asking me for a charger, which she later refused as she had borrowed one from someone else. She came to the courtyard of our school and hung out with our group of friends. One girl made a comment comparing Yorkshire to a recently graduated senior, Nathalia. Then our other friend, Noelle, joined our small group. Yorkshire hugged him and the height difference was humourous! She is so much smaller than him that he could lift her with no effort. Our other friend, Susan, compared her to a toddler. We all parted ways and Yorkshire went to find her misplaced notebook, still not found from yesterday. We do not have class together until 5th period. Yorkshire sits in the back of the library her chromebook open in front of her. When I arrive at the library I walk to the back and she shows me a drawing she is working on, it is an avocado. It is very obviously an avocado and there is a tab open on her chromebook with a picture of an avocado, but still she asked me “Does this look like an avocado?”. She redraws her avocado while looking at other avocado art. I inform her that I need a picture of her avocado to post for reference, but she seems reluctant. “Why?” she asks, “this is for my class.” Yorkshire talks with her friend Maanjer about the upcoming Emmaus our school is hosting. Yorkshire then insult me saying “Since, (Author) is writing this as one big joke then I might as well just say something stupid.” I conclude that she has something personal she wants to share and is insulting my work to cover that. “So, what’s the stupid thing you wanted to say?” I ask her hoping to discover the information she is about to share. “Oh, I was just talking about petty shit I did this morning, during the fire drill I closed the door on Raymundo.” Perhaps she is saying that she still has unresolved feelings towards Raymundo. Not romantic feelings, but possibly anger or resentment. Yorkshire continues to draw the avocado blaming Maanjer every time she messes up. Yorkshire comes to the conclusion that she cannot draw. I believe her lack of self confidence may come from how she was raised. I move into the next part of my study and begin my questioning. I believe at this point you already understand her character. So, I feel it is time to begin the questioning part of this study to get an understanding of why she acts the way that she does. Yorkshire makes a comment saying, “[Author] types like a retard” I suppose that she is frustrated that her avocado is not coming out the way she wants it to.

Author-”Yorkshire, where did you grow up?”

Yorkshire- “Well, I was born at Albert Einstein. I grew up in the South Bronx.”

I interrupted her telling Maanjer, “She used to tell me that she grew up on a farm.”

Yorkshire-”Yes, I visited DR with my Aunt over the summer.”

I finish with my questions not wanting to make it obvious that I am interrogating her. She then continues onto another art piece, I believe she is drawing Maanjer, but she earlier said she would be moving on to a turtle. It turns out that I was correct, she is drawing Maanjer. However, after typing that I looked back to her drawing pad to see that she had erased what she was working on. I suppose she was unsatisfied with her work. She restarts her drawing and looks back to Maanjer trying to get her feautures perfect. This is the perfect opportunity for me to ask another question.

Author-”When did you move to Thorough Park?”

I know that she lives in Thorough Park because I have visited her at her home.

Yorkshire-”It wasn’t my decision it was my parent, oh when? I think, hmm, I think somewhere around 2006. But we moved a lot between 2006 and 2008.”

This new knowledge is very important. It shows that she possibly felt unstable as a young child moving around so often. It could also be the root of her trust issues. It is possible that her parents made promised such as “We are staying here” or “This is our new home” only for them to get up and move again. This may have caused her to develop trust issues and never feel stable even in a safe environment. I will ask her if she feels that moving around constantly was hard on her. However, if I ask too many questions she may feel overwhelmed. Yorkshire is very into her drawing that she completely ignores everything around her. Perhaps she will not feel overwhelmed with another question.

Author-”Would you say moving around a lot as a child was hard for you?”

Yorkshire- “I was young at the time, so, it didn’t really bother me as much as it would I guess if i was older.”

She moved 5 times, I believe that she has been impacted, but the constant moving however, she seems to not believe so. Yorkshire continues her drawing, it is disturbing. It appears as if she began drawing realism and then resorted to cartoon because she could not get certain features right. Yorkshire excited to sit on the couches in the library, as this period ended and we have a free next period as well, springs up only to see they are all occupied. She hopes, and I as well, that the other students will leave so that we can sit there. Yorkshire finishes her artwork by titling it Maanjer. There are two open seats at the sofas so I quickly make my way to one of them. I am hoping that the other students will leave as Maanjer grabbed the only other seat and I need to continue my study. Yorkshire comes and tried to squeeze between me and a girl whose name I do not know. She moves to the couch across from us and sits between Maanjer and Mikayla. As I mentioned before Yorkshire is very small and had no trouble fitting into the tight space. THough she is most definitely invading their personal space. The bell indicating the end of 5th period rings and the other students at the couches with us leaves. Yorkshire asks if our teacher who I call Mama Kier would allow Maanjer to sit in one of our classes. I don’t think she would allow this, but stay quiet and allow Yorkshire to come to the conclusion herself. She begins another drawing. Maanjer and Yorkshire have a conversation as a sit at an empty couch, and as I type this my friend Kami sits next me, studying Yorkshire’s actions. She is a very peculiar person. Of course I mean this in a good way. She is interesting to study because she does weird things and has an interesting past. This is why she was chosen to be my first subject. Her behavior is definitely because of everything she had been through and how she grew up. Yorkshire partakes in small talk with Maanjer as she works on her art. She continues to do this and I believe the rest of the period will go on in this manner. Yorkshire asks me “Do you have any stretch marks?” I am unsure of why she is asking me this question. Why does she want to know. I decide to walk over and see what she is drawing.She is drawing Maanjer’s body. I am only slightly concerned. I also notice that she has found her books. She says they were in our theology teacher’s classroom. Yorkshire attempts to ask me a question however she is not allowed to raise her voice so I do not hear her. She abandons her attempts at gaining my attentions and continues to draw. I decide to sit next to her and Maanjer. I changed my mind Yorkshire is drawing an explicit picture that is making me uncomfortable because it is of our friend, Maanjer. Maanjer has apparently given Yorkshire permissions to draw this photo. Maanjer is eating a sandwich filled with cheese and meat, which makes me more uncomfortable than the drawing. The librarian is racing towards us ready to discipline us for sitting three to a couch. I exaggerated she is just looking in our direction. It smells like mayonnaise and deli meat. Maanjer left to the bathroom. Yorkshire and I are in an argument. She likes to criticize my vegan diet and tries to find loop holes to trap me in. For now, I must end this study until 6th period as this entry has gotten much too long. Yorkshire brought up a great point in sociology class regarding the price of medicine. We part ways and she moves on to 8th period. I do not see her for the rest of the day.

MY STUDY WILL CONTINUE ON MONDAY, 10/02/17

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