Helloooo popping in to say I love your art! It’s cute and feels soft (reminds me of when you’ve got a really smooth pencil and it just ghosts across the paper) but your poses and anatomy also give it a good feeling of realism :D
classic question here; do you have anything you’d say is a big influence on your art? I love seeing what people answer and trying to connect it back to the kind of thing they currently make :]
!! thank u!!! i do wish i could get more creative with angles, but im happy knowing my art gives u that feeling ^_^
I really enjoy comics!! I like poking thru graphic novels and webcomics, so I've fallen into the habit of exposing myself to lots of different styles over time that I'm fairly explorative with my art. It gives me a lot to study, especially since different artists have different strengths and preferences
I also think of myself as a simple person, so I'm not strongly attached to anything in particular... I notice a lot of artists find their ground in certain interests or aesthetics. But since I'm not really like that, I try to put a bit of myself in whatever I draw to connect with my art better. Its probably why I like taking creative liberty when making fanart lol
im also drawn to indie creative work like games and animation! they tend to be extremely varied and unique from each other, which is great since I work from my own sense of curiosity. I also hate repetition, so having things that set themselves apart visually or otherwise is something I like to look for.
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unnamed, a recourse
You call him dear and he agrees to it without hesitation.
…
It takes a few seconds for him to realise what he’s done. But it’s too late—his mouth is already running off—he’s asking you for nicknames.
A sly grin breaks out onto your face. You’ve caught him off-guard and you’ll take as much as you can get.
You suggest things like darling, honey, sweetie, beloved and all those affectionate pet names lovers share (which the two of you are most definitely not… Yet. Argh! Focus!), and he says yes to every single one of them because he’s a fool digging his own grave; but the most damning one of them all, the one that nearly sends him reeling, fevers his face profusely to the point of dizziness, and makes him want to choke you just to get you to shut up and stop teasing him (because that’s all this is to you, isn’t it? Some game to toy with him!), the last of your exhaustive list is: my heart.
All the thoughts in his head stop like waves crashing against rock.
Your grin, which he previously thought malicious, over the course of the conversation, has become a small, fond smile.
“Is that alright?” you ask. You lean in close and whisper into his ear, “My dear heart.”
Of course, he silently agrees, anything for you. Anything for you. And then he shoves you off him and stalks away. He half-remembered the presence of Paimon and Lesser Lord Kusanali but he can feel their eyes boring into his back all the more now. You were too close for comfort just then. If he had let you linger in his space any longer, he might have… might have…
How embarrassing.
You’re foolish to ignore the signs—or perhaps you’re pretending not to notice for his sake? What with his newfound freedom and autonomy—of what magnitude a scale his feelings for you are.
…
(Wouldn’t that be nice. A pair of fools. A wanderer and a traveller. How perfect.)
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doodled my guys to stay sane. forgoted tumblr hates wide images :-(
I'll introduce my guys undercut :-)
Hi welcome to me talking about my guys.
(I'll preface this by saying, in my oc headworld (pippaf), the dominant species are called "creatures" and all creatures can shift at will between fragile (humanoid) and primal (animal forms), the primal forms seen herer.)
The blue one is my favorite, their name is Amek (21, they/he). And by favorite i mean i emotionally torture them the most <3. Amek's species are called Storm Spirits, they are shapeshifters, but think of them more like dittos. they can't significantly change their color, eye-shape, or markings. they can voice/sound mimic tho! Storm spirits typically have weather magic. Storm spirits are a rare species, nearly hunted to extinction due to prejudice and their association with the god of chaos, Okkjuk. Amek's full name is actually Ameokk, after getting "adopted" by September, she gave him the nickname Amek, not wanting to unsettled others with the Okkjuk themed name. Amek is a long way from his original home, but he wouldn't consider it home anymore, even if he wanted to. I realized
I realized i haven't spoken of their personality at all. Amek is an upbeat goofy silly guy, he is a charmer and loves entertaining a crowd. He is very good at acting, his job requires him to.
the black cat is August (19, he). Amek is August's adopted brother. He is a prince but his mom (september) hates him bc she's ableist but also she sucks in general. August likes art and painting, and crowds make him very nervous, having been discouraged from going outside for much of his childhood. He also loves loves books, especially history and romance.
the picture on the left of him sitting he's 16 actually, bc i drew his proportions wrong. and all the pics where he has the torn ear and eyescar he's around 22. It's from an assassination attempt :- ). Oh yeah August's species r called spinecats. They're like cats but what if spines and posable tails and maybe some bug-like traits.
The doggy looking thang is Hyun (17. she/he). She is rabid and unhinged but probably the sweetest of my ocs, next to August. Like a rough kind of sweetness. His species is called Keyhorn, because keyhorns store their magic in their horn (magic energy is called 'keyaa'). As you can see, Hyun's horn was broken by a meaner :-( , this guy is called chrrris and he sucks. Hyun's magic is permanently weakened by this, but he is an optimistic bugger, don't worry.
Hyun was raised by these wild animals (not creatures) called night yips (imagine a wolf if it was as smart as a parrot and upright like a gorrila and the muzzle of a sawfish and rabbit ears). She also masqueraded as a local god so that she would get offerings from the local village. Then she lived in a cave for a bit. Don't worry about it.
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I think really the only canon case of Jake being ‘manipulative’ would be his convo w Jane, and while yes that one thing might’ve been manipulative, that doesn’t make Jake HIMSELF inherently manipulative. Does that make sense? And like, he’s not going into things like ‘I am a chessmaster, a puppeteer, all of you will dance to my tune’ he’s going ‘hmmm how do I avoid this awkward conversation’
pretty much. ymmv with how manipulative it is i guess, and as another anon said, saying jake is manipulative is just another way of saying he tries to be indirect to avoid confrontation... anyway, this is up for interpretation since i think it depends on whether or not you read the line 'i really was not prepared for this answer' as facetious or not. but my impression was of genuine surprise and like idk how manipulative someone can be if they aren't certain abt their understanding of people. that said now that i'm looking at it it does kinda seem like some faker shit. damn we'll have to see how i feel about it in the context of my next reread i guess
and obviously he does prevent her from backpedaling after he gets that answer, but that doesn't seem like a conciously manipulative move either, to me it reads as him jumping to believing the thing that's more convenient for him and ignoring contradictory details. hope style.
so yeah he's kinda shitty but not really conciously so. roxy put it best i think
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a vent about a former best friend
when you were younger you had one best friend and you were so sure you would be friends forever you kinda gave up on trying to become friends with other people. "its better to have one true best friend than many friends youre not even that close with" you thought, so your whole life kinda revolved around that one special person. and you were okay with it.
she was the only person you really hung out with. she was the only person you saw as a true friend. she was the only person you trusted. she was the first person you told you were gay. she asked you if you liked her then.
no.
i dont think i do.
you lied.
telling the truth wasnt worth risking losing your friendship with her. you didnt have a chance anyway.
youre not sure if she believed you.
you though you didnt need anyone else because your best friend would never leave you and like yeah she had more friends than you and she hung out with other people and she was more popular but it was okay. she was always more extraverted than you. its fine.
you didnt worry about it because it was YOU who were her best friend, she loved you, you were more important than all these other people. so. you. didnt. worry. about. it.
she didnt get accepted into the school you both wanted to go to together. you were on the bus with her and you held her hand and told her everything would be alright as she cried.
it reminded you of another time you held her hand on a bus. she took a picture, your hand holding hers. it felt nice. it felt right. she posted it on her social media. added a joke caption about finally finding a boyfriend. you smiled. you wished you couldve been her boyfriend.
she put a pair of sunglasses on so other people couldnt see the tears. you held her. youre not that good at comforting people so you made some dumb jokes to cheer her up.
she laughed.
and you smiled.
you didn't see her as often as you used to when school started again, you knew that would happen. it scared you anyway. she started school the same time as you most of the days so you would talk on the bus in the mornings. just 20 minutes with her. you always looked forward to it. she told you about a new friend she made and you were happy for her. you werent like her, you didnt try to make new friends, you didnt need them, you still had her. your best friend forever.
you were an idiot, really.
she invited you to her eighteenth birthday party. of course she did, you were still her best friend. you told her you wont drink. you did anyway. you all did, obviously. she got so drunk she took her shirt and bra off at one point.
everyone laughed, including you.
everyone looked, except you.
you looked away. it would be weird to stare wouldnt it. you were afraid what she would think if she cought you looking at her body. she knew what you were. you werent allowed to stare. so you didnt. she spilled vodka all over herself after that and her other friend helped her shower. you felt jealous. you also felt so gross.
you meet up one day, you havent seen each other for some time so you have a lot to talk about. you sit on the couch and shes next to you, close, it feels nice. it feels right. she tells you she got drunk and let a girl finger her.
...what?
she said she feels gross.
regrets it.
she didnt want to do something like this for the first time with
a girl.
you say you understand. you get it. you try to comfort her.
but all you can think about is that you wish she did it with you
instead.
and after that you think "oh. i really am a horrible person, arent i?"
a pervert. a perverted gross horrible person.
your last meeting was months ago. almost a year. she talked about what university shes going to to go to, about her boyfriend, her other friends and all the fun things they would do together. youre too afraid to ask why she never invited you to hang out with them. you dont have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or any other friends.
but its okay.
i still have her, my best friend.
best friend forever.
....haha
i know its not true anymore, im not that stupid. it hurts, it really fucking does. the fact that she was able to move on. shes okay without me. shes not lonely. like me. people like her. they always have.
maybe i never mattered to her that much.
or maybe i tell myself that because it hurts less than the thought that i did but she was still able to move on and i wasnt. that theres something wrong with me. that im broken. a pathetic person who cant do something as simple as make friends. i held on to the past, on to her, so hard that i fucked up my future. its kinda funny. you genuinely couldnt have thought you would be friends with her forever, what are you, a child? you really need to grow up.
but i dont care. i dont need friends. im okay with being alone.
lying again.
just like you did when she asked you if you liked her.
coward.
i really am a coward.
afraid of everything. afraid of making friends. afraid of being vulnerable. afraid of being judged. afraid of being myself. afraid of telling her that i loved her.
she said she would drive me home but we had to wait for her boyfriend first. he walked up to me, i shook his hand. its nice to meet you. we drove. me in the front seat, next to her. him in the back. i sat in silence as they argued. i got out of the car.
i had fun. we should see each other again soon.
see you later.
goodbye.
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WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY (BC IM LATE :/)
tagged by: @liurnia & @swordcoasts tysm my beloveds mwah <3333
tagging: @denerims @chuckhansen @queennymeria @arklay @lvllns @arlathen @steelport @arborstone & anyone else who wants to share a WIP (no pressure tho)
“I know that you have suffered. You have lost,” Vórimë says. “I know that there is a pain in you that you might never part with. That our kind love only the once, and that such love, once lost, can never be replaced. But I— I would have you know that…”
She licks her suddenly-dry lips, feeling the biggest fool since the days that Fëanor Kinslayer walked the world, and yet determined — determined — to say what must be said before her courage deserts her at last.
“If the Elvenqueen was your one, then you are mine, and I would sooner depart these lands and live forever in the shadow of your poor opinion than see you hurt. And if that is your will, now that you know this of me, then gladly shall I do it.”
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