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razzledazzle-pop · 5 months
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It’s been literal years but someone said they liked my old Virgil design and I felt compelled to do an updated take on how I would stylize him. Anyways. My design notes r like: “Hair highlights gotta look like little bat wings. Trust.”
Other personal headcanons/design things:
I think he’s the tallest of the sides, but has a slouching problem and loses like half a foot from it. Part of it is he also feels like he comes off as less intimidating sometimes if he makes himself smaller.
Has eight eyes but covers the smaller ones up with eyeshadow. The ones directly under his “main” eyes are too big/uncomfortable to hide. Despite having so many eyes, his eyesight is actually Quite Bad.
Has heterochromia (the other eyes are green but you can’t tell from this because his bangs are covering them 💀).
Back when he first started showing up in videos, it was because Janus and Remus sent him (their source being it couldn’t be them, bc with Roman and Remus it’s on sight, and the other sides don’t trust a word out of Janus’ mouth). Until then, Virgil had never really interacted with the other Sides. They knew Anxiety was lurking around but had no concept of what he looked like and Virgil Liked It That Way.
Janus and Remus are freaky in their own way but Virgil probably looks the most uncanny of the bunch.
He’s not used to holding a different shape for prolonged periods of time so his energy levels are always Ass.
Logan has noticed this and knows something is going on.
Roman, Post Accepting Anxiety: You know…You look surprisingly normal…I mean you have an extra set of eyes but that’s pretty tame.
Virgil, hiding his extra arms and eyes and mandibles and—: yeah. Haha I’m so normal :) It’s kind of crazy how normal I am actually.
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forestfan69 · 6 months
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CW: Hospital imagery, medical imagery, blood, light body horror (?)
These hands of mine will be my undoing
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a-sketchy · 6 months
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i think it simply would’ve been absolutely impossible for kotone to have the same personality as minato while being a girl. she would’ve killed herself for realsies out of necessity by the time she was 13 if she outwardly displayed his same behaviour. ideation would not have cut it with the reactions she’d receive for being that visibly depressed and autistic WHILE A GIRL. have you seen saori? it’s die or mask out there man.
this is absolutely true and very very likely not the actual reason she was written so different from minato, that’s probably cause the writers couldn’t conceptualize a girl acting like minato, or more charitably that they knew such a character as a protagonist wouldn’t be received well by their main fanbase. misogyny begets misogyny in that through the misogynistic writing of — lets be real — the entire persona franchise, a very high percentage of the female characters’ personalities and actions are reasonably explained by in-universe misogyny, sometimes intentionally and more often as a byproduct. and of course the ways they’re written and reacted to are easily explained by real life misogyny. god name a stronger relationship than persona and misogyny, i’ll wait
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gacha-incels · 2 months
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the reality for women living in South Korea. Extremely high rates of domestic violence, and many cases of abuse in which the man will violently kill the woman’s pet in front of her. The MTL is ok on the article, just mind the pronouns get switched around sometimes and some wording might be confusing.
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pastelesque · 7 months
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day 2: pumpkin 🎃
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donnieluvsthings · 1 year
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sonic platonic fairytales week day 7: princess and the frog @sonicplatonicfairytales
tapped into my epic ms paint drawing skills for this one. no deep story here, big is just a princess and froggy is a frog and they r best friends <3
bonus: normal big and a closeup of froggy bc i think they’re cute
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pineappical · 6 months
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hey!! id really appreciate it if you could help out a friend of a friend of mine, anything would be really appreciated! 💛💛 (reblogs also help a ton!)
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Wait! I saw a post about a keeper graphic novel, do you know about this??
I personally don't have instagram, so talking to someone who does might be a little more helpful, but here's what I know:
Shannon Messenger posted on her account that there's a kotlc graphic novel that will cover half of the first book.
It's available for pre-order.
The main illustrator that it is credited is Gabriella Chianello, and the main author who's adapting the writing for the graphic novel is Celina Frenn.
Here's the links to all of these:
Shannon's announcement post
The link to pre-order
Celina Frenn's announcement post on twitter and her instagram account
Gabriella Chianello's instagram account
Also Fin's post about Gabriella Chianello's art because I thought it was cool and helpful.
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arqueervist · 1 year
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Hey guys what if. Just hear me out what if Fallen London/TMA AU.
Look under the cut for the full painting :)
[ID: An edited Fallen London storylet screenshot. The title reads: "Asking the Tortured Academic for help", and the text following reads: "He doesn't seem to believe any of your wild claims. In fact, he even looks quite angry you'd suggest such things could possibly have transpired — despite living in London for most of his life, and thus, being very aware these kinds of thing happen all the time. Still, he agrees to help you look for more evidence." The option below it reads "Show him what you found", followed by "It'll be difficult to convince him that the Masters really do have a hand at play n this, but you're sure it's true. Enough rumours have been spread that surely it must consitute for a solid story, no matter how skeptic he might be." The challenge information below it reads "A high-risk challenge: Your Watchful quality gives you a 30% chance of success." END ID.]
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[ID: A painting of Jonathan Sims, the character, in the style of Fallen London. He is a dark skinned man with dark brown hair, a beard and a mustache, which are all streaked with white. His face is marked by scars. He has green eyes and is staring directly at the viewer. The background is a dark green, almost grey. END ID]
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razzledazzle-pop · 5 months
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Art Fight attacks and revenge (circa 2022) :3c
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Characters and their creators!:
Amelia (@curlymedusa)
Dendo (Toastiannn on ArtFight)
(CrystalPinkStudios on ArtFight)
Sophie @bubblellop
Mason Mare, Marina, Finn, and Noah (@galaxyhanart)
Lavender (Averycoolusername on ArtFight)
Queen Nichole (VampyBoy on ArtFight)
Claire (Pannycake on ArtFight)
Marie and Yoola (FubaraShow on ArtFight (These characters are from Fubara's webcomic, A Masochists Tango, which you can read here. :3)
Clowny Dusk (@bixel-hearty)
Basiana (my blorbo-in-law)(@capriciously-lovesick)
Fay (Chxken on ArtFight)
Alistair (TheWhiteRabbit on ArtFight; my brother. Shakes him)
Aspen and Alistair (TheWhiteRabbit)
Alistair, again (TheWhiteRabbit)
Ike (spidrw3b on ArtFight)
Arielle (@umbranema)
Kitska (jellyfsh on ArtFight)
Cyer and Cynth (...The Sillies) (@hollis-art)
Aspen (TheWhiteRabbit on ArtFight)
Jasper (TheWhiteRabbit on ArtFight AGAIN...he was trying to suplex me. He Did Not).
Emo Duck (ButtHamburger on ArtFight) and Rae (me :3)
Crystal (@crystaljelly64)
Moss (siientsteps on ArtFight)
Nemeia (@djinn-ale)
Background images for some of these were sourced from The Flickr Commons ^ ^
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gorekiss · 1 year
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finding out about the shooter is gonna ruin my fucking week
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moomimob · 1 year
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🙄 men (harrier du bois) are so dramatic (keep receiving prophetic visions of the end times)
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spacedollop · 1 year
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hii i made a carrd :o
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( V.arric T.ethras ; continued )
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        𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧-𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. He allowed the rest of the group to play the hero in his steed, leaning back in his chair and extending out his legs, hovering an inch above the floor. He sighed and intertwined his fingers over his stomach breathing in the smell of wet pine and a babbling brook nearby. He leaned out of his chair, widening his half-lidded eyes as a cup of tea was placed in front of him. He mumbled his gratitude, reaching forward and savoring the warmth that washed down his throat.
        He had to laugh when she mentioned Chuckles. He was… something else. Varric trusted him, but there was something unsure about him. That was only how he could explain it. ❝ Chuckles won’t mind, but Sparkler--Dorian--might. ❞ He looked over his shoulder and watched as the rest of his group watched over the perimeter, staring into the dark depths of the forest around them for any nasty beings lying in wait. ❝ I think Chuckles will be grateful that you offered him a bed to lay in for the night. He doesn’t mind tents, but there’s nothing better than a proper bed to sleep in. ❞
@miss-polly
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oh and I drew him too I guess
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b1gerror · 2 years
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melissa young was born in the summer of 1943 in elmhurst, illinois.  melissa’s own mother died during childbirth,  and she was subsequently raised by her paternal grandparents whilst her father continued in his post as a naval recruit.   her upbringing as relatively normal for the time,   attended school,  helped her grandmother with housework and tailoring for family and friends.    melissa never felt as though she was an only child,   with children her age living so close by,   cousins that would appear every weekend with nothing but a ball and string but none of them ever shied away.    naturally outgoing,   melissa won prom queen her senior year of high school where her boyfriend of two years was crowned alongside her:   richard buckley.    neither of them knew what they wanted to do after graduation,    working dead-end jobs in diners and truckstops across america to fund their travels.      they settled into the ‘hippie’ lifestyle quickly,     following the trends over states,   with merry pranksters and the summer of love in 1967.        
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02:48am,    march 10th 1968,     chicago illinois.       robin buckley was born,  named after a robin spotted on the windowsill of melissa’s hospital room,  which she viewed as a sign,   an answer to the question that they had been pondering the last 7 months.     melissa and richard already knew that they didn’t want to have any more kids,    robin had already been unplanned and unwanted-     but they loved her.      for the first year of robin’s life,   they stayed with melissa’s family,     all savings they ever had having been blown over the years of travel and partying.      in the fall of 1969,    richard’s family put down a payment on a house in hawkins,   indiana      (which can be found not far from the byers household),     in hopes that a small town with a little hippie scene would help to settle down the two reluctant parents that were all too happy with letting grandparents look after her.      it worked for awhile,     they got clean,   got jobs,   tried to get involved in town activities but couldn’t help but feel like outsiders,     like people were laughing at the efforts to fit in,   to lead the cookie cutter lifestyle that had been expected of them upon graduation.    
it didn’t remain easy,    their connections to their community were still strong,   when thanksgiving and christmas rolled around,   so did the rv’s parked along the street,    anti-thanksgiving and hippie christmas became a staple of robin’s childhood,    the already cramped house ready to split with bodies pouring in for days at a time,    cooing at how much she had grown year after year,    bags full of hand-me-down clothes from their own children,    books that were water stained and missing pages but robin would make it work,    they didn’t really mind;     a reminder that parents didn’t want to commodify her childhood with all the newest clothes—   shirts that were two sizes two big,   pants with holes.   robin learned to sew and stitch from a young age,     to make it work. 
at ten,   melissa returned to work in the laundromat,    helping her grandmother during her upbringing suddenly coming in useful for parents too busy to hem trousers,   to fix rips.     it turned robin into a latchkey kid from the fifth grade,     all too aware of the final notice bills shoved into the mailbox that would go unopened until the lights went out,     lifestyle taking priority over the function of the household.      it all came crumbling not even a year later when melissa was hospitalised for what wouldn’t have been understood yet as a drug induced psychosis,   leaving robin with just her father for two months.     she didn’t mind it—   in fact,   they thought it was easier to talk to richard compared to melissa,   it didn’t feel forced,   and he didn’t force her into conversation either.       it wasn’t really talked about when melissa returned either,    as if life just went back to normal,    robin hiding under sheets when the too familiar red and blue lights shone through the curtains,      with her constant fear of walking into the living room and not knowing where their parents were,     or if they would come home.          as robin got older,    they just didn’t leave.     in a list robin made comparing her home life to a friends,   one of the points was ‘robin’s house smells like dogs even though we don’t have any’,      drugs were a staple in the buckley home,   and it wasn’t rare for robin to return from school,    expecting the house to be empty,    to find either parent called out of work,   or left early,     dancing around the living room,    reminiscing about the good old days.      but it was normal,    it was robin’s normal.      melissa’s greater presence in that sense as robin got older plays a lot into their antisocial tendencies,   having become used to hiding away in their room,    making sure that dinner was on the table,     being a parent to her own parents.       
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melissa and robin’s relationship was strained,    as if they could never quite see eye-to-eye.   robin believes it’s because there has never been room for both of them,    for emotions in general to be spoken about if they weren’t something positive,   or feel good.       all of robin’s concerns or worries were just ushered away,   crystals pressed against flesh with what was supposed to be calming mantras filling the air.     melissa didn’t make any effort to understand robin,    but robin never made that effort either,     saw it as a waste of time,    time that she didn’t have.       in chapter 3 of rebel robin,    robin attempts to have a conversation with melissa about life,    about how she,    someone who appeared to be so full of life,   a total ‘flower child’ ended up in hawkins,   and melissa’s reply?    was to tell the story of robin’s conception.      the message was received in robin’s eyes,     not wanted,    that the life they,    and robin hated,     was her fault.    
we get to see another snippet into their relationship through season four of stranger things,    with robin’s comment of ‘believe me,  my mother reminds me daily’   in regards to her speech,   and how things come off.    i do believe that they butt heads a lot within the household,    richard taking a back seat to most of their arguments,    much more interested in the ceiling and returning to the living room.       their relationship had never been good,    acted like acquaintances as opposed to mother and daughter,    but it did turn more antagonistic after robin’s attempt to run away at the end of her sophomore year.     robin worries that melissa doesn’t like her,     that sure,    maybe she’s loved like a daughter,     but it’s expected.     at her core,    she is not liked,    and does not feel like a welcome member of the family.       
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