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italianpitbullartworks · 1 year

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Finale for 2005! Again, the style shift was "toony/anime bad, pro = realism only" which was a trend at the time, however thats not true! Any style at ANY time is okay! Back then, I was pressured into thinking that I was only "worth it" if I tried for hyper realism AND did everything from memory, 0% references. ALSO NOT TRUE! Use photo/anatomy references no matter HOW GOOD or bad you are. Pro animators still use references, pro comic artists use references, STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT REFERENCES ARE BAD. Stop telling yourself that too. All you're doing by beating yourself up over pulling up photos to study anatomy etc is creating low quality work and youre honestly wasting your efforts + not learning anything. You wont "magically figure it out". The human brain NEEDS a visual guide to understand how an object is constructed.

Also stop telling yourself that if you study anatomy that you HAVE to draw realism. No! Doing studies doesnt mean you "cant have a cartoon style". You're using those to learn "how to assemble" a skeleton, muscles, how an animal/human moves, and from there you can run wild with stylized lineart and caracatures/exaggerations. You want an example of this?? LOOK UP ALL THE ANIMATIONS JAMES BAXTER HAS MADE! Look at the wide variety of styles he has drawn! (Spirit, several Disney characters, Steven Universe *to name a few*) Anatomy and lines of motion/joints is NOT equal to style. SU still moves like a real human despite being that "CalArts" style! Also look up animators like Aaron Blaise and look at the variety of things he has worked on or Don Bluth (who makes very toony exaggerated animals!). Side note: A lot of these big animators have free tutorials they post to their social medias/websites and also very affordable/cheap online "classes" that you can take. Its super cool that they take time to teach new generations how to create things 🧡

Lastly- a reminder to NEVER use other people's drawings as your "anatomy" references. Every person draws things differently and even the "best"/most seasoned artist out there can still make mistakes. Everyone, including myself, will have something that they struggle with whether thats poses, perspective, lines of action, or just whatever. Anatomy comes from the physical real world. STYLE comes from the made up world. By using someone's art as your hard copy "anatomy reference", you will only repeat what flaws they have made. There are tooooons of stock photos on the internet these days. Use DeviantArt, use Shutterstock, there are just so many places to find stock photos of any kind! I even dump a lot of random photos on my DA for stock use. I upload higher quality stock photos to a site/app called Foap, but that doesnt mean that my lower resolution photos on DA arent good for drawing references! They just wouldnt be the best for photomanipulation or graphic design use. I really dont upload them with the intent of being useful for photo projects- I really post them because they're valuable drawing references. Head over to my linktree to find my links for those!

"But what about drawing tutorials?" Tutorials are a guide to show you the technique for how to build something. They are designed to help you keep proportions and learn how to use basic shapes to break up photos. These are good resources to have on hand and to research when you need to learn how to put something together. Again, there are different kinds of resources that are all parts of how an illustration is made. Each type is useful for its specific topic. Stop thinking theyre all the same and stop telling yourself that "everything" resource is for "anatomy only". Hunt down the appropriate resources for whatever it is you need to do!

"What about tracing? Does that help?"

Not really, no. Why? Because you arent doing the work. Its that simple. Tracing the lines of someone's finished art doesnt teach you how to draw something from the ground up. You didnt "make" anything- you just traced it. Guess what else can trace stuff and make an outline? A computer! There is no effort, no skill, no learning of any kind involved. Re-drawing (physically drawing from scratch) on the other hand DOES teach you how to physically create that thing. Just be sure to NOT post your redraw studies or claim them as your own art. While yes, you did draw that copy, it is still just that- a copy, a replica, a duplicate of the original. Only post things that you DID NOT copy from someone else UNLESS its one of those "Draw this in your style" challenges where the whole purpose is for you to copy what the artist drew. DTIYS contests are always announced as such and you will always see the person announcing who is hosting that challenge. The only other time you want to upload a "copy" is redraws of your old art and or screenshot redraws.

Remember, if you want to take drawing commissions, NEVER copy another artist just to undersell them. What does this mean? If someone comes to you and says "can you draw this for me in so and so's style because you're cheaper than them" or says "can you copy this person's drawing but make it my character instead"- THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS NO! Tell them that if they want art by that artist, they need to buy from that artist. If they want to buy from YOU, then they will get YOUR style etc. Its not fair to copycat someone just because youre cheaper. Yes, it might make you popular, but your following/fan base/popularity isnt created off of your own hard work. Instead, you gained a following at the expense of somebody else and people are only there for your copies. "But copying people pays the bills"- yeah well I've got news for you... SO DOES MAKING YOUR OWN ART. Dont be "that person". Think of it like copying someone elses homework- you may have passed the class, sure, but you didnt learn anything and if someone asks you about it later, you wont know any of the answers because you never actually did any of the work yourself! "But its hard"- no duh. Life is hard. Work is hard. Learning is hard. Welcome to the real world where nothing is easy. Anybody remember that Magic Broom short on Fantasia? Mickey didnt want to do the chores, so he used magic to get the brooms to do the chores for him. The moral of that story was real life doesnt come with shortcuts and in the end, you will need to do that work anyway.

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phantatrix · 3 years

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Redraw of my old gem oc named Black Opal, a fusion between a Pearl, an Amethyst, and an Onyx

#drawing #redraw #steven universe #gem oc #fusion #drawing the hands killed me #tried drawing in the Steven universe style again #twas hard since I haven't drawn in that style in forever #art tag

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cayennecrush · 5 years

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just messin around with some style exercises P:

#jasper #pearl #jaspearl #steven universe #sketch dump #hadnt tried drawing in the show style for a bit so i thought it might be fun!#i was right btw it was fun LOL #while i was looking at screencaps of cym i got all emotional all over again aslkdglhs #i love them all so much.............#mine

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jambud-universe · 6 years

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Falling in love with you was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

#i really hope steven says that #violet draws #steven universe #connverse #doodles #connverse art #su fanart #i tried going with my old sketchy pen style because i guess i forgot about it and wanted to try it again

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angeloncewas · 3 years

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mcytblr red flags, according to mcytblr themselves (mainly dsmpblr)

(Disclaimer that this A) is not reflective of my personal opinions and B) doesn't cover all responses; I tried to focus most on trends !)

General -

Twitter users (x6)

Having a superiority complex about your blog (x5)

Taking stuff too seriously (x5)

People who add mcyt stuff to posts not about mcyt (x4)

Mcytblr superiority (x4)

People who don't rb art (x4)

Trying to apply irl concepts to mcyt (x3)

Having an mcytblr blog (x2)

Hermitblr (x2)

Not tagging triggers (x2)

People who insult ND traits (x2)

Dsmpblr

Not disclosing if you're white or poc

People who call mcyt haters "antis"

People with that "mcytblr supremacists dni" banner in their pinned

People who refuse to tag/untag things

Intense kinners

Excessive complaining

People who act as though headcanons are canon

If you're under 14

People who understand MCC

People who break their own DNIs

Blog content -

X-reader writers (x8)

Truthers (x7)

People that got mad at mcc15 (x5)

Blogs that are too into the darker parts of the lore (x4)

DNF shippers (x3)

Shipping blogs (x2)

People who only post lore (x2)

Real people analyzers (x2)

People who only post analysis (x2)

People who post Michael angst (x2)

Making more callout posts than actual content

Blog structure -

"c!dream apologist" in bio (x2)

"[character] apologist" in pinned/bio (x2)

Has any dsmp member's fanbase in their DNI

Gogy pfps (x18)

Irl cc pics as pfps (x4)

Dream pfps (x2)

Sad-ist pfps with no credit (x2)

Inniter pfps

Ranboo pfps

Karl pfps

Irl Dream pfps

Picrew pfps

People with Pintrest edits of ccs as pfps

Header is an irl pic/gif

Uncredited art as an icon/header

Icon unrelated to a blog's content

Essay-length pinned post

People with too much info in their bio

Carrds

Canon urls (x2)

"Fandom" urls (x2)

Soot urls

Innit urls

DNF urls

Dream urls

Techno urls

Phil urls

"Trash" "nerd" urls

"Gogy"/"notfound" urls

[sexuality][minor creator] urls

[sexuality][creator] urls

Based on enjoyment -

Beeduo mains (x5)

George mains (x5)

Dteam mains (x3)

BBH mains (x2)

Ranboo mains (x2)

Eggpire mains

Emerald duo mains

Rivalsduo mains

Allium duo mains

Benchtrio mains

George-only blogs (x5)

SBI-only blogs (x3)

Benchtrio-only blogs

Emerald duo fans (x3)

Inniters (x2)

Beeduo fans

Ranboo fans

Based on negatives -

Karl haters (x9)

Constantly disclaiming that you like the dsmp but hate Dream/the Dteam (x5)

Dream haters (x3)

People who dislike Puffy (x3)

Being mad at Scott for Ace Race (x3)

Being mad at H for MCC (x2)

Getting mad over MCC (x2)

People who love George, but hate Dream and Sapnap (x2)

People who don't like Sapnap (x2)

Calling Karl "annoying" (x2)

Tommy haters (x2)

SBI stans who hate the Feral Boys

People who think Wibur is a control freak

If you don't like Sneeg

Mcytblr people who hate the dsmp

Dream SMP -

c!Dream apologists (x14)

People who hate c!Tommy (x5)

Supporters of doomsday (x3)

"c!Niki is a girlboss" (x2)

"c!Wilbur is insane" (x2)

Calling L'manberg "colonizers" (x2)

c!Techno haters (x2)

People who call c!Slimecicle a child (x2)

Ignoring the exile arc (x2)

Calling c!Niki and c!Puffy lesbians

People who act like c!Tommy's done nothing wrong

Ghostbur infantalizers

People who call c!Phil a bad dad

People who think c!Dream is pure evil

People who say that c!Sam is a cop

People who think c!Sam has done nothing wrong

Calling c!Ranboo and c!Tubbo bad dads

Ranking c!Ranboo as a better dad than c!Tubbo

People who insist c!beeduo are romantic

Only talking about c!Puffy as a mother/therapist

Blaming c!Tommy for what he's been through

c!Techno + c!Phil apologists

People who hate c!Phil

People who call them "manipulated minors"

People who say the enderwalk is evil

Oddly specific -

If they talk like they swallowed a dictionary

Unironicly relates to Your New Boyfriend

Creating kinnie accounts to flirt with ccs on Tumblr

Sending asks about piss to imposter blogs

Georgeburs who hate Dream

People with strong feelings about Karl

If you tagged the "red flags" post with "c!dream apologists"

People who say "icb"

Tickle fetishists

Anyone who's made a post that got over 834 notes

Benchtrio fans who post unprompted George neg

If you have the username whoregnf

Maining punz but misspelling bttv emotes

"Resse"

"Steph"

They follow @/off-and-odd-again or are @/hearty-an0n, @/sally-salmon, @/sajdd, or @/thesmpisonfire (all self-nominated)

Regarding discourse -

Posts too much discourse (x7)

Crits non-villain characters too much (x2)

Posts neg a lot (x2)

Doesn't tag crit (x2)

Karl-crit blogs (x2)

"I don't do discourse"

"I do discourse"

People who post too much twt neg

Puts c!crit in the main tags

People who crit anarchism when criticizing c!Techno and c!Phil

People who deflect crit as ableism

People who post ableist crit

Regarding content creators -

People who post random cc neg (x3)

People who make hating ccs a personality trait (x2)

People who're too defensive about their fave cc (x2)

People who like one cc but hate their friends (x2)

Trying to boss around ccs

People too invested in ccs' sexualities

People overly invested in ccs' hair

People who break cc boundaries

People who call ccs republicans

People who rank ccs' attractiveness

Community -

People who dono about alt pronouns (x3)

People who cant separate lore from real life (x3)

Interacts with the big inniter blogs a lot

Rb-ing posts from too many inniters

If you only read recaps and still make analysis posts

People who complain about the fandom making tommy too soft

People who send hate to big blogs

Enthusiastblr

If you take apologist labels too seriously

If you call yourself an apologist

"I'm never listening to Dream's music"

People too into crimeboys

Art -

Drawing anime Techno

Drawing Ponk with straight hair

Drawing cc!Ranboo without a mask

Zombie Wilbur fanartists

People who draw fat people skinny

People who draw c!Tubbo completely blonde

Having a Steven Universe art style

Artists who refuse to stop drawing with MD with the Mexican flag

#mcyt #idk how else to tag this here it is ahgdkf #dream smp #mcytblr

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anarcoqueer1994 · 3 years

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No More Dates

It was the summer of 1933, and Steve had just turned 15 years old. He is sitting in his kitchen with his ma, as she cooks. He's doodling on a scrap of paper when behind him he hears the door open; Bucky. Sarah never minded the brunette busting in without knocking. She sees him like another one of her kids and loves that her son has such a good friend.

Steve hears Bucky walk up behind him, feeling Bucky's strong arm wrap around his shoulder. Steve has to focus on not blushing. Ever since his friend has started down at the docks, his already handsome body has taken on harder lines and muscles. It was not helping Steve’s massive crush on him one bit.

He is broken out of his thoughts when the other boy starts to speak. "Good evening, Mrs. Rogers." He smiles at the blond woman at the stove. She smiles back and waves slightly.

He turns his attention to Steve. "Hey, Stevie. What'cha drawing?" Bucky looks down at the paper which Steve tries to hide. He isn't quick enough. Bucky sees. "This is good." Buck beams at the hastily sketched lips on the page. Luckily for Steve, he doesn't realize those are his lips.

"Uh, thanks Buck." Steve flashes a little smile back before turning the paper over, giving his full attention to the older boy.

"So listen Stevie, want to go out with me tonight?" Steve's hands suddenly get sweaty. What does Bucky mean, out tonight? With him, like a date. They can't do this, two guys. Bucky sees Steve’s panic stricken face. He asks "What's wrong? Please tell me you don’t have a shift at Mr. Green's do you?" Mr. Green owned a grocery store where Steve would bag at, one of the only places that would hire him. Bucky continues. "Please say you don't, I got us two pretty dames looking for a good time."

Oh. Steve thinks. Of course Bucky wasn’t talking about going out with him. Why would he? He got them a double date. He doesn't particularly want to go. Over the last few months, Bucky has gotten them all these double dates. But they all end up the same. Whatever poor girl who is his date, politely conducts herself but she always is more enthralled with Bucky. Oftentimes the girl only says yes to a date with him so her friend could get a date with the other man, since Bucky has made it clear that he won't go out with anyone if Steve can’t come.

But Steve would watch as the girls would whisper between themselves, teenage girls tending to not be discrete. He would see them giggle and bat their eyes at his friend, when the most he would get is an obligatory smile. He can't blame them though, he wasn’t much to look at, not like Bucky. Steve swore Bucky was the picture perfect man. To be honest, he catches himself staring at his friend too, jealousy often washing over him when he would see Bucky's hand wrapped around a girl's waist, pulling her close. He wishes Bucky could hold him like that; wanted to hold him like that back.

"No, I worked this morning. But Buck...you didn't need to get me a date. You go on and have fun. Plus I promised Ma I would help clean the oven tonight." He lies lamely.

Bucky frowns but nods his head. "Alright, Stevie…" He sounds disappointed.

Sarah, hearing the lie, shakes her head, careful not to embarrass her son while still not letting him off the hook. "It's alright, Steve. I got the oven. Just go have fun, tonight." Sarah doesn’t want her boy sitting at home. She knows that her son is a little...funny. And she knows she will always love her son no matter who he loves. But their church and society could be mean. She didn’t want her Steve facing that. She hopes that with these dates he can find a nice girl.

Bucky's face lights up. "Perfect! Thanks Mrs. Rogers!" He smiles at Steve and heads to the door. 'Be ready in an hour, okay?"

"Sure Buck…" Steve says unenthusiastically as the older boy leaves. He sighs before putting his head down in his arm on the table.

"Steve…" Sarah says softly. "It'll be fun. Maybe the girl will be nice."

Steve picks his head up slightly to look at his mom. "Ma, it always is the same. The poor girl who gets stuck with me has no interest. And why should she? Look at me."

She puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Baby, you're very handsome and any one would be lucky to be "stuck with you."

"You have to say that, you are my mom. I look like those yappy dogs with the big head and tiny body. I am nobody's type." He mopes.

"Steven Grant Rogers, you stop that right now. You are going on this date tonight and you are going to have fun." She says sternly.

Steve knows there is not a use in arguing with her so he just nods and resides himself to his fate.

Sarah had pulled out Steve's dad's

old grey suit, insisting on dressing the boy well for his date. He felt ridiculous, everything slightly too big. He should be used to that, all of his clothes fit like that. He wore the jacket unbuttoned hoping it would be less obvious about how too big it was. His mother let him use some of the little colgne she had, stored away from her late husband. She said he was perfect. He knew otherwise.

He meets Bucky at the bottom of the steps of his tenement. Bucky, of course, looks flawless, hair slicked back, effortless handsome, with button down shirt rolled to his elbows. Steve thinks he is the most beautiful man he has ever seen. And then Bucky smiles. A smile Steve cherishes as it is just for him.

"Hey Stevie" he throws his arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a half hug. "You look great!"

Steve blushes. "You're lying but thanks, so do you, pal."

Bucky wants to argue. He wants to tell him he's wrong because Steve always looked great, always looked perfect to him but knows Steve won't back down. So, he just smiles sadly at his best friend. "What are we going to do with you, man?" He asks as they start walking.

Once they get their dates, they head to a dance hall. Bucky's date is a pretty blond girl with bright blue eyes, Margaret, and Steve's is a redhead with green eyes named Dora. Steve is polite and is surprisingly light on his feet. Dora looks like she is having a good enough time as Steve tries his best to small talk with her and enjoy this date.

But it's hard because it is obvious that they both want someone else. As they danced, Steve would watch out of the corner of his eye as Bucky would twirl and dip his date, then pull her oh so close. There felt like there was something pushing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He hated himself for hating that Bucky was holding someone else.

He tried his best to put on a happy face for his date, who had been nothing but sweet. But he noticed that she too was making eyes at someone else, a guy across the room right that she seemed to know, as he looked back equally as sweetly. Steve knew how it felt to want someone else, but unlike him, she had a chance.

He pulls her over to the table mid dance. "What is it?" She says softly.

"You're a very nice girl, Dora. You have been incredibly kind and I have had a good time. But I'm not the one you want to be here with, am I?" Steve asks nicely, careful not to sound accusatory.

She looks down before saying "Am I that obvious?

He laughs, showing her he is not mad. "Yea. Also... it looks like he wants to be with you as much as you want to be with him. So go and dance with him, have fun." Steve replies lightly.

She gives him a pretty smile before surprising him with a hug, which he returns. She whispers "Thank you Steve." She holds him there a little longer before whispering one more thing. "I know I'm not the only one of us sweet on someone else and for the record, I think he is sweet on you too." What Steve didn’t realize was that between his glances at Bucky, Bucky glanced back, an evening of missed gazes.

She pulls away and waves, without another word making her way to the other man. Steve is left dumbfounded, and terrified, and excited all at once.

Most importantly he knows he has to get out of there, a feeling a dread that he gave himself away as a fairy. He knows she won't tell anyone other than maybe her friend...but what if others do find out. Suddenly it is hard to breathe, as he rushes out the door.

He ends up on the fire escape outside Bucky's room. The lights are out in the Barnes' residence,indicating that the family was asleep. He comes here a lot when he wants to escape. He guesses he is not that great at escaping since he always ends up at the same place. He sits with his arms wrapped around his knees, eyes shut.

What did she mean he was sweet on me too? How can she know that? How could, Bucky, the boy who has been chasing skirt like it was going out of style the last few months, be into him? They were just best friends, and he was just a hopeless fool who wanted to much. What if Bucky turned on him when he found out that Steve liked other fellas...liked him.

The last thought made him shiver, made him sick to his stomach, losing the one man that means more than him than the entire universe. A tear rolls down his face, before closing his eyes again. He is so focused on his thoughts, he doesn’t hear the window open behind him and someone step out. It isn't until he feels an arm wrap around his shoulder and pull him close that he realizes he isn't alone.

Bucky's voice is gentle as he whispers "Why'd you leave, Stevie?"

Steve’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels Bucky's strong arm holding him there. He forces himself to talk "I...i just wasn't having a good time, I just wanted to leave…thats all."

Bucky's voice gains a level of worry as he replies "You wouldn’t be sitting here if that was all. Please tell me what's wrong...I would of left with you, Steve. When I noticed you were gone, I left immediately and searched everywhere for you. Your ma said you didn’t come home, so I knew you would be here. Why didn’t you get me?"

Hearing the worry and sadness coat Bucky's voice makes Steve feel terrible, unable to look up at him as he answers "Because, Buck, I left because of you…" another silent tear falls.

"What..." Bucky sound confused, voice broken as he instinctively pulls away from Steve, scared whatever he did, he is making worse. "What did I do?"

Steve lets put an unamused laugh, silent tears falling more freely now as he looks at Bucky, who's face is distorted with guilt and confusion. Steve just wants to reach up and smooth out his features back to the beautiful care free ones that typically live on his face. "You...didn't do anything, I did. I'm whats wrong here, Buck."

Bucky is torn between wanting to pull Steve into a hug and never let go and not wanting to scare away his friend by touching him, so he fidgets with his hands in his lap. "Steve that's impossible...you couldn't have done anything wrong." He sounds sincere, like he thinks Steve is perfect.

"You---" a strangle sob manages to escape. "You think to highly of me. I don't deserve it. Buck, remember when we were in school, and the other boys would call me a fairy because we spent so much time together….and I look like this?" Steve feels bad, Bucky would always stand up for him, the other boys always backing down. They never backed down when Steve would stand up for himself, often getting his ass kicked.

"Yea, those guys are idiots, still are. I work with some of them down at the dock." Bucky says plainly.

"No...they aren't, because they were right." Steve sound sad.

"What?" Bucky says again, confused more than ever.

"I'm a fairy...a pansy….I like fellas like you are supposed to like dames, Buck. And I'm so sorry….so so sorry. I'm so afraid of anyone finding out. It'll break ma's heart….everyone at church will hate me...God hates me….everyone will hate me. I'm disgusting…" Steve is shaking now, sobs freely escaping between words. He hadn't meant to say all this but it slipped out.

Bucky, unable to not do anything, throws his arms around Steve, pulling his head to his chest, gently petting his hair. "Shhh...shhh….its okay Stevie, s'okay." He repeats for awhile before whispering "If you're disgusting, I'm disgusting." Steve gets really still in his arms, before tilting his head up to look at Bucky. "What?"

"I said, I'm "disgusting" too. I...uh like ladies, I do. I just like fellas too...especially...one fella in particular." He answers shyly.

Steve’s heart feels like it is on a roller coaster. In the same breath that he found out Bucky was also a queer...he finds out Bucky has eyes for a guy already. Jealousy wells up inside of him, this somehow hurting more than a dame. Being a glutton for punishment, Steve asks "Who?"

Bucky laughs, arms still around his oblivious friend. "You, punk."

Steve’s heart is literally going to beat right out his chest qnd fly away. In disbelief he asks "Then why did you drag me on all those dates?"

Bucky takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "I thought it was easier this way...hide how I was feeling and get to spend time with you, thought it was a win-win."

Steve clears his throat, pulling away so he can look Bucky in the eyes, Bucky’s arms still resting on his shoulders. "Not...not for me. I...hated seeing you holding other people...that weren't me. Do you know how many times I wished it was me in your arms, slow dancing. Because…I really love you. And I know people say that you can't know love at 15….but I do….love is whatever I feel when I'm with you and---"

Before he can finish, Bucky pulls him in for a soft, chaste kiss. Steve practically melts. This is is his first kiss, and its clumsy and sweet and everything he ever wanted.

When they break away, both boys smile like love sick puppies. Bucky smiles "I love you too, Stevie."

Steve smiles back "No more dates?"

"No more dates." Bucky agrees.

#pre serum steve #pre serum stucky #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve x bucky #fanfic #fanfiction #steve x bucky fanfic

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lesbiansouplol · 2 years

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New Beginnings, Chapter 4: The Edges.

I'm back with A new chapter after forever.

Warnings: Angst, Parents f*ghting, mentions of al*ohol, physical and emotional a*use of a child, dysfunctional family dynamic. Soooo Virgil isn't having much fun.

Summery: We catch up with our favorite dad character after a very successful first day of class, but he has to de-escalate a situation before he can start the second one. Meanwhile, Virgil and his mother have a meeting with Principle Sanders.

Word count: 1,724

Last Chapter: https://lesbiansouplol.tumblr.com/post/669526670548549632/new-beginnings-chapter-three-a-stroke-out-of

POV: Switches between Patton and Virgil.

(Patton POV)

After all the kiddos left, I started cleaning up the classroom. I couldn’t explain how excited I was if I tried. All the students were great! And I was really surprised by all the LGBTQ kiddos I had. It was amazing to start to get to know them all. I was looking through all the signed sketchbooks and putting them away, checking off every student

A few students stood out: Talyn, Joan, and Lux were my only Non Binary students (That were comfortable stating their identity to the class), and while Talyn and Lux had a fun cartoonish 2D art style, Joan was more comfortable with realism, and had chaotic notes around all of their sketches.

Remy Grounds made sketches of bedrooms in different styles, and I made a mental note to ask him how those relate to the project.

Emile Picani was drawing himself in art styles from a bunch of different cartoons; I noticed Steven Universe, Adventure Time, and Avatar: The Last Airbender Styles immediately.

Remus Duke was the only one to cause trouble, but I’m taking the blame for that since I never explicitly said everything had to be family friendly, and I approved the red coloring. It was sad to throw his sketches away though, the skill was absolutely there, and everything was drawn in amazing detail… I just almost wish it wasn’t.

Finally, at the bottom of the pile I saw an unsigned sketchbook. It was almost hard to believe that it was drawn with one pencil by one kid. It looked like it was professionally drawn; it was a gruesome monster with black goop-y stuff dripping from its empty eyes. It looked build-wise by a wolf-bear-horse thingy but with talons instead of its front two feet, and on its back I could see a giant scar, like its wings had been torn off. I tried to remember who drew this, when my mind went back to the boy that had to leave halfway through. Virgil?

I knew when he walked in that he was panicking. Anxiety was something I dealt a lot with as a kid. The world always seemed really overwhelming and hard to understand. It wasn’t until my late teens that I realized I had some sensory issues and had been venting through art.

I put Virgil’s sketchbook on my desk. His name wasn’t on my list, so I would just talk to Principle Sanders about it tomorrow morning, there was no way I was letting this talent go to waste.

(Virgil POV)

I had a panic attack on the way home. About halfway there I stopped skateboarding and just sat on the curb, letting the waves take over everything.

No matter how many tears I cried, the waves were relentless. There was no way to get the feeling out, even involuntary reactions just weren’t cutting deep enough, and all I could do was wait until I had enough control to push it back down again.

I don’t know how long I sat there, crying, watching cars pass. I assumed it was a couple hours, because when I finally got home, my parents had already started.

“This is all your fault! He got it in his head that he can do whatever he wants- You taught him that!” I heard my mom screaming through the front door. “’Sure, Virgil! Doesn’t matter what your mom said, do whatever you want!’ You undermine everything I’ve ever tried to do, and no matter how many chances I give you, you throw it in my face.”

I carefully opened the door, and tried to get in without making any noise.

“Look, I don’t remember ever saying anything like that.” My dad tried.

My mom scoffed. “Of course you don’t remember, I guess it’s not important to you, is it? Well it’s important to me! It affects me, and you don’t even care to fucking remember.”

My dad was staring at the floor, looking as small as a grown man could be. My mother, despite being on the other side of the living room, was clearly towering over him. “I’m sorry, I can talk to him and get everything-“

“Oh, no you won’t. I’ve given you chance after chance, It’s time I stood up for myself and stopped letting you ruin everything. I’m sorry I care about our child where you have proven you don’t want to have anything to do with him.” My mom laughed cynically through tears. “I’ll talk to him, and I guess I have to go to his school tomorrow too, since I have to do everything myself around here.”

I made my way upstairs, hoping to get to my room before my dad realizes the circles she ran him in and grabs a drink.

My mother was silently glaring at everything the whole drive to school. I was staring out the window of the car, just hoping that if I didn’t start a conversation then I could avoid screaming and crying. And I wish that was an exaggeration. I knew anything could push her off the edge, even staying quiet for too long, but I’d rather push my luck than start something I didn’t want to finish.

We pulled up next to the curb and my mom got out and started walking to the doors without a word or a glance in my direction. I followed her, lagging behind a bit as the other students started showing up as well.

We made our way to Principal Sanders’ office, but my mom stopped before opening the door.

She finally looked down at me, and spoke with quiet intensity. “Virgil, we are going in, sitting down, and I don’t want to hear a. Single. Word. Out of your smartass mouth, okay?” she said, landing a knot in my throat as I just tried to stay calm without showing that I was struggling to stay calm. “I’m going to attempt to clean up your stupid mess, and we will talk about what you need to do to make it up to me when you get home, understood?”

I nodded, and she opened the door to the office, sending me one last warning glance to remind me that she didn’t want to be here.

(Patton POV)

I finished setting up my classroom for my second day, and with a bit of time left to spare, I took a few pictures of some of the most impressive sketches from yesterday and went straight on over to Principal Thomas’ office, and maybe convince him to sent a few more paintbrushes our way for next months plans.

When I got there, I could hear a kind voice I didn’t recognize. And I would never condone eavesdropping of any kind, especially in a professional setting… but I did hear a few things through the door, and I definitely didn’t want to interrupt, so I waited.

“Thank you so much for paying so much attention, I’m so sorry Virgil caused so much trouble, but rest assured, my son will work his very hardest to improve. And I’ll be helping him every step of the way.”

“I’m so glad to hear that.” Principal Thomas said. “I hope you both have an amazing rest of your days, and Virgil, my doors open if you ever need anything. Mrs. Storm, I don’t doubt your abilities in the slightest, but if you ever reconsider, I have a great tutor just waiting for a chance to help out.”

“That’s great to know, but my son prefers figuring things out by himself, I just know he’ll feel much better about his work if he just puts his mind to it.” Mrs. Storm stated firmly.

And just like that, the door opened and a middle aged woman looking far more annoyed than her voice gave away through the door walked into the hall, not noticing me as she practically dragged her son out of the office by his wrist.

He stared at the ground and she pulled him closer to her, and said some not very child-friendly words when describing him.

She squeezed his wrist tighter. “What the hell was that look you gave me? I’m trying to help you!” she spat quietly. “You think I want to be here? I would much rather be at work than digging you out of your own -CENSORED- . Are you even hearing me?”

Virgil nodded, still staring at the floor. “I am. I’m sorry.”

His mother scoffed. “Yeah right, I’m sure you are.”

As Mrs. Storm started digging her nails into his wrists, staring him down, I got over my shock and realized I had to step in.

I stepped up to them. “Heya, Virgil!” I said, thinking of the next thing to say as I watched his mom drop his wrist. “How are you this morning? Everything go alright?” I nodded towards the office door.

Virgil only stared back at me, so I shifted my attention to his mother, putting my hand out to shake hers. “My name is Patton Heart, I’m the new art teacher, and I have to say, your son is amazingly talented! I would not be surprised if he came from a long line of professionals.” I smiled.

She smiled back. “Oh really? I didn’t even know he had any artistic pull. That does explain a few things now that I think about it. Say, I don’t remember Virgil having any art classes?” she looked accusingly at Virgil.

“Oh, he wasn’t on my roster. He popped in for a few moments yesterday, I think he got a little lost, but never mind that. He’s more than welcome to take more classes if he wants.” I reply, and then I looked at my watch. “Well, I should really talk to Principal Sanders now; classes should start here in a few minutes. I hope you have great days, the both of you!” I said, and watched Mrs. Storm nod and walk to what I can only assume is Virgil’s first period class, once again grabbing him by the wrist. Virgil was staring back at me as he left, a new light in his eyes that was painfully familiar.

I entered the office and took a second to go over what I had originally planned to say, before I sat down with a smile on my face, ready to pitch my plans, and see what funds were available.

#ts fanfic #thomas sanders #sanders sides fanfic #ts virgil #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #virgil #patton sanders #ts patton #virgil angst #sanders sides fanfiction #highschool au #angst #fanfic #fanfiction #slow burn #adoption au #New beginnings

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6, 8, 16, 23 and 38 for the COMIX asks

6: Favorite DC hero

hard tie between alan scott and jared stevens (big surprise) but otherwise. pre-90s hal jordan.

8: Favorite story-arc of your favorite character

as if there’s any question about it, Hal Jordan’s entire decade-long arc from Parallax into the Spectre. primarily the Parallax portion of it, although those comics detailing the hardships Hal went through at the beginning of his tenure as the Spectre (as well as his appearance in JSA 1999 “Redemption Lost” and the additional arc details in the Sleepers novel series). still ardently believe no one else has ever done anything so good for a character and unfortunately ever will again. everything dealing with Hal’s very justified rage and indignity regarding the destruction of Coast City to his loss of purpose to his guilt and uhhhh very obvious suicidal tendencies altogether make it a very fascinating story to me. depending on my mood I flip flop between parallax the entity straight up not existing and it just being all hal and parallax being a slightly more subdued instance of parasitic zombification but either way my point stands.

16: Worst comic you have ever read and why

Batman year zero I tried reading it when I was obsessed witth the riddler but it just sucked so much ass I hated it so much. capullo’s art style makes me wanna break things. otherwise that whole clusterfuck generally with metal/year of the villain. snyder cant write im sorry. nothing makes sense and feels like he’s only ever trying to capture the weirdness of old timey comics without actually understanding why the camp of back then worked and also why more often than not it didn’t work.

23: Your stance on events

DEPENDS. a lot of modern day events vary from terrible to being on thin ice. if it’s mostly contained within a specific series then it’s. probably fine. wrath of the first lantern, for instance. despite being new52 imo it remained pretty good. the last company-wide event I liked is probably blackest night. most other event nowadays don’t really have a whole lot coordination between writers so it never feels like there’s any real stakes. my biggest problem with that whole dark knights death metal ordeal with perpetua could not have been more obvious and cheap method of giving the universe a quick soft reboot. i fully admit to still having yet to have read crisis on infinite earths but even that still felt more put together. zero hour is REALLY well done by comparison imo. every writer who wants to do an event nowadays feels like they’re entirely motivated by making their mark rather than. just writing an interesting and compelling story. identity crisis? compelling. dark knights death metal? garbage.

38: If you were to pick the dream superhero book you’d wanna read who would write it, and who would draw it, and what hero would it be about?

HMM. DIFFICULT. now that im (we’re) newly into him, I’d imagine a black label Enemy Ace book akin to War Idyll but set entirely during wwi rather than in flashbacks. something that focuses on his crushing loneliness in the same his stories in the original comics did. drawn by doc shaner. written by….. honestly maybe George Pratt again.

Otherwise. honestly probably ideally a jared stevens book dealing with him finding purpose after coming to life after whatever event and coming with to terms with no longer being fate but still being stuck with the consequences (the eye and the arm). drawn AND illustrated by keith giffen and finally allowing him to finish the arc he was making with the Dr. Fate mini series he had written beforehand.

#this is very rambling and I’m not certain it makes sense BUT #ask

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How much do you draw for day? Asking because your art got much better (not to say the previous drawings were bad). Conglatu-freaking-rations.

TLDR; I only draw for the comic and my commissions/Patron Requests, and the following is a long, drawn out, rambling answer about how I don’t put as much effort into my comics as I’m capable of and also a small chronicle of where I started and why I’m making such quick progress.

Firstly I want to thank you for the compliment! I tend to not like comments like this because people compare my earliest pages to my latest ones and I’ll get to why I don’t appreciate that so much in a minute, but I do think I’m improving, and I can actually show that improvement now! Look at this glow up: (heck I didn’t even draw Steven in this first one lmao)

So, as for your question, honestly, I’m a terrible person to look to for being a good artist role model, because I never draw. I only draw for the comic and my Patreon requests (and the few commissions I get) and for the comic? Well, I don’t put out my best work for that. I draw at 100%, I only do one terrible sketch, and then lineart the finals directly over that. I don’t do warm up sketches. I just don’t draw.

Part of the reason I’m getting so much better is that I used to draw. I used to draw every day, constantly, so so much, every day, every year, until 2012. Then I hit a rough patch and I just stopped altogether. I actually didn’t start drawing again until I started Twiniverse! So, I took a 7 year break from drawing. I do not recommend this. I’m re-learning everything I knew, and it’s going quicker than it would take someone who’s new to drawing altogether, but it’s still a rough process!

So I’m already aware I’m kind of rambling but I really want to be clear, there’s three reasons the earliest pages of Twiniverse suck: I took a 7 year break, I never tried to make the pages look halfway decent- they only took about 30 minutes or less per page!!!, and I was starting with an entirely new style to me. Back when I was doing art regularly, I was strictly an anime artist. I had to re-learn how to draw and re-learn in SU style!

This was one of my last (and most complex drawings ever) pieces that I did back in 2012 before I quit:

And while there’s obviously some issues with it, I think it was pretty darn good. Compare it to my first Steven Universe style stuff, after a 7 year break? I definitely lost a good amount of progress that I’m only now gaining back by working on this comic.

Also, like, hooray for comics? Even if I’m not drawing every day, comics are an amazing way to learn how to draw more quickly. Even if I never put my best effort into my comics (I sure as hell didn’t at the beginning, and honestly while I’m doing better now you can tell I’m not doing my best) I’m still learning to get better with things like... poses and hands and stuff. So like, I prefer people to compare pieces I’m actually trying on (like, compare the banner to the Tapas cover!) but it is true that the comics are getting better as I get more comfortable with the Steven Universe Style.

FINALLY, I have to give a big thank you to some of my other artist friends. Particularly @thechekhov and @trapdoornumberthree because when I really get stuck with a pose, or I really need help with hands, or I just want a fresh eye to look at something I think is kind of weird, they and other friends will help me with those things. Having someone look at your work, sometimes redlining what looks weird to them, and just in general offering feedback about your layouts or whatever, can make so much difference as opposed to flying blind. If you look carefully, you will actually be able to see a pretty big improvement in my art just from Cry in the Dark to Mirror Gem, and I can tell you exactly where that happened. In Cry in the Dark, Chekhov helped me with two panels I was really struggling with- the panels where Ronaldo asks “Nora” about being able to see, followed immediately by a scream. And having Chekhov’s sketch to work off of made something click in my brain about how I was drawing faces and expressions. When Mirror Gem comes out on Monday, I guarantee you’ll see some pretty good progress in the expressions category. Having friends makes all the difference in the world!

So... in conclusion... yeah, I’m improving! And thank you so much for noticing! But it’s not because of drawing every day, it’s because I’m making a comic, because I had somewhat of a decent artistic background to start with but I’m just starting over with a new style, and because I have some great friends helping out =)

#pip post #ask answer #steven universe #ouran high school host club #origins of Pip

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hearthandhomemagick · 3 years

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Food For Thought - Steven Universe

Hello there, I would like to tell you my story and journey with the amazingly beautiful, and wonderfully written TV Show...

Steven Universe.

I started watching this show when it first came out in High School. I mean, I was so excited to watch it that I anticipated the very first episode and sat down with snacks to observe it’s premier. I had become immediately enthralled not only with the art style, but also with the genuine wholesomeness and elucidations of processing emotions and life experiences. I was astounded that a kids show could express to me how to manage my emotions as well as connect with my moral standings. It’s a show I recommended to everyone, but often didn’t talk about because of it being a kids show, and me being almost being grown. It was my secret love until someone else brought it up.

This show stuck with me through the years, and helped me through some of my hardest moments in life.

I remember watching the episode, “Mindful Education” and melting into Garnet’s lesson of mindfulness and self-awareness. I had been going through a lot at the end of 2016, graduating and going through a rough election along with having to move states for college. My opinions were forming in the extreme area and I had a fire to protect my thoughts and opinions with no restrain or any form of control of my emotional reality. I was rambunctious as much as I was head-strong and, at times, hard-headed all together.

When this episode aired, I didn’t know why I loved Garnet and Stevonnie’s song, “Here Comes a Thought.” But I did, and it still carries with me into my life today.

I want to discuss a specific time, though, that this episode saved my sanity and opened my eyes to a concept I didn’t understand when I first watched it. I was on social media, and was defending my opinions against quite a few people by myself. Eventually, I was getting nasty comments from a bunch of millennials telling me,

“You’re too fucking stupid to understand, maybe you should go back to school, child.”

“You’re so emotional, and your emotions don’t matter here. Imagine being this dumb.”

“Imagine being a dumb bitch like Carly and saying you wanted to cut your penis off to look like a woman.” *NOTE I am not transgender, there is nothing wrong with being transgender and her insinuating such did not bother me. Her rhetoric insinuating trans was wrong is what irked me, this bitch was transphobic and had issues that she needs to repair in her own time. She wrote an entire post based around this context on her personal page using my real name, and she didn’t even know who I was.*

and my personal favorite, “Here’s the suicide hotline, I know your generation is prone to killing themselves and are overly emotional.”

Now, there were over 50, under 100, messages going back and forth where these people were just bullying me and I refused to back down. I wound up in a panic attack in my bedroom, literally wanting to kill myself because they were bullying me. The hotline would have come in handy if it were the actual hotline. I ended up going to my dad and older sister (my older sisters friend was the main one I was arguing with and her posy showed up on my post), because no one on the post was on my side.

Both told me, “If you can’t handle the heat, stay out of the kitchen.” My sister told her friend to stop, and threatened the other girl for her nasty posts and comments. My dad tried to mediate on the post itself, but the people wouldn’t stop. I eventually had to take it down.

My family didn’t calm me down in this moment. Not even a little bit. It felt like a back-handed helping hand. Like they wanted to protect me, but also somewhat agreed with the people on the post.

The only thing that calmed my nerves in this moment, ultimately, was the song, “Here Comes a Thought.”

I sat in my room, sobbing, hoping to myself that it would make sense as to why it was okay for these things to happen. The song soothed over my nerves, eventually releasing my muscles and giving me a sense ease. I was able to process and realized a few personal things as well. I didn’t realize it, but before long, I was meditating to the song on repeat. I kept telling myself, “I’m okay, this is a thought. A moment. I am not my thoughts. I am not this moment.”

This was simply one of the ways Steven Universe has helped me process and understand myself more. I bring this up because I came across and article today that disappointed me to the core.

The Steven Universe Fandom has toxic tendencies.

I was shook.

How could a child’s show be turned into something so negative? Something that was meant to promote self-awareness, self-love, acceptance of character, and understanding of others had been morphed into a gatekeepers safe haven.

Now I know this isn’t the majority, and before you get offended, hurt or start defending yourself, I want you to ask yourself if what you are defending is an action you would defend from anyone else. If it is, by all means defend your ground.

But the one concept that eludes me, and offers zero substance in terms of valid arguments, is that men can not watch this show. Let me explain why men NEED to watch this fucking show.

My boyfriend watched this entire show, episode for episode, and benefitted from it. This show offered him coping techniques, an understanding of why love should come before war, and mediating every situation so you see and understand every perspective. These are things children shows didn’t offer him growing up, he has often and openly verbalized his need for this show in his childhood because of certain traumas, and we often continue watching it even after seeing every single episode and movie.

This show was never meant for one or two groups of people, and if you feel that way then refer back to the writers themselves who were literally trying to teach the lesson in the show over and over again to NEVER EXCLUDE PEOPLE FROM YOUR GROUP. You exclude people, and you create a division, a war of sorts. You immediately have become the thing Steven Universe advocated against in the first place.

This also leads into the whole “art” situation in the fandom.

This show is anti-bully. There are commercials for it and everything. It is expressed in multiple episodes why bullying is never a good thing in any situation.

You simply cannot justify the hypocrisy in bullying someone out of self-expression that literally harms no one. You can’t justify it.

Think about it. You draw or sketch a piece of art that took you hours, or even a few minutes. It’s your favorite character, and maybe you yourself are going through some mental thoughts regarding your weight that lead you to draw the character thinner or bigger. Size shouldn’t matter in any capacity when relating a character to ones self.

If you’re skinny, you’re beautiful. If you are thick or curvy, you are beautiful. If you are obese or overweight, you are beautiful. Weight doesn’t matter, but representation of body types in different characters does matter.

Imagine a child falls in love with a bigger character, but is experiencing body challenges where she is being picked on for being too thin or scrawny (it happens, I’ve seen it with my nieces). Who are you to say that making her favorite character look like her own body is wrong? Especially if art is a coping mechanism they use for mental health reasons.

Like Malachite, a fusion that was devastating and abusive in every way, you are taking the choice and voice of an entire being to make your actions and opinions “right” or “okay”.

There is so much more I could say on this show, and so much more I could say about the fandom. And I know it is not the majority of the fandom, but I did want to make everyone in the fandom aware that we are human.

None of us are stoic and balanced like Garnet, and even Garnet had problems in her relationship. None of us are strong and laid back like Amethyst, and even she had self-love issues. None of us are as analytical and organized as Pearl, and yet she had problems throughout the series.

None of you are perfect, and to act as if you are is defeating the purpose of a show trying to teach you how to be responsible for yourself and your actions. I’m not perfect either, and preaching about a fandom I’m not a huge part of sounds counter-intuitive, I’m aware.

But my nieces want to watch this show. My nephew watches this show with me. My boyfriend’s niece is going to start watching the show.

Please do not make a toxic environment for kids who need this show to grow up. Kids who experience trauma, and learn from this show deserve a safe space without people trying to justify bullying or force them to think that because they are a boy or girl, they can or can’t watch the show. Without people making people feel bad for being themselves.

Why don’t we create a new space? A space where everyone is accepted as they are, and negative behavior is addressed the same way the gems or Steven would address them. With education, perception awareness, and PATIENCE.

I know some will say, “It’s not my job to raise your child.” and “It’s not my responsibility to make people aware of their tendencies.”

You’re right. It’s also not your responsibility to bully people into changing themselves to fit your dialogue. Simply put, you’re responsible for yourself alone. But you have no right to complain on someone's behavior, art or experiences if you are not willing to be patient with correcting said behavior in yourself first.

Who knows, maybe I’m in the wrong here for not knowing the full story. All I’m saying is, if you see someone being a bully, being mean or even being a hypocrite, call them out in the sweetest way possible. Let them know we are facilitating a safe space for people who need a community rather than a closed off club.

Be the change you want to see in this world.

Learn, grow and prosper.

I wish you all well and genuinely hope we can all expand our perspectives to fully understand each other in healthier and more communicative based ways. We deserve that sort of kindness from each other.

#steven #stevenuniverse #amethyst #pearl #garnet #malachite #cartoonshow #art #love #patience #understanding #herecomesathought #foodforthought

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thedisney1901 · 3 years

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Heya, Tumblr! It’s been a while. XD

I do think Casper ‘95 is the best film based on the Harvey characters. Sure, the screenplay has some flaws and the jokes don't always work, but it does have an engaging overall story, top-notch voice acting, excellent production design, and a great score to boot. Plus, I think this was J.J. Abrams' first big success given that Spielberg brought him onboard to rewrite it. True, he was uncredited, but given the screenplay he was handed, he gave the film the dramatic boost it needed.

Figures that I think it deserves a continuation. I've had this in the back of my head for a while (As is the case a lot. XD), but I really wanted to get all of these out.

The basic story I have in mind is that Whipstaff has been abandoned again for some 50 years since the Harveys left and Kat pursued a career to take up her dad's mantle. 50 years after the 1995 film, Little Dot, Little Audrey and Little Lotta stumble across Casper and his uncles Stretch, Stinkie and Fatso around Christmastime, and they befriend them. Dr. Kathleen Harvey also returns to Friendship as one of Dot's dads has called her over to investigate. Casper and his uncles have a small grudge over Kat for leaving Whipstaff, but overtime, Kat regains Casper's trust and he eventually gets his uncles to do the same. Obviously, they don't love each other anymore because... well, that's just ewwy. No. Just no.

During a Fair scene, Casper stumbles across another ghost on a Fairground built where the local insane asylum used to be - the ghost of his father J.T. McFadden. Overtime, Casper tries to get his dad to remember who he was, with some help from Kat.

But there's another reason why Dot, Audrey and Lotta are drawn to Whipstaff. In this universe, Audrey and her sister Zoe have a familial connection to Carrigan Crittenden (Great-nieces.), and thusly are entitled to Whipstaff. What's more is that the Crittenden lines has ties to the McFadden line, and Audrey, Zoe and their mother are some of the last surviving people related in some sense to Casper as a result. What I think will happen is that a direct relative (A grandfather?) will want Whipstaff and the Lazarus for themselves and will try to kill Audrey and Zoe to get it, so they kidnap Zoe to get her to reveal where the Lazarus is and what it does. This will result in Casper, Kat and the 3 gals going to save Zoe and her and Audrey confronting their relative. He dies and becomes a ghost, but instead of having him cross over to the Afterworlds, he is exorcised there.

In the end, Audrey, Zoe and their mom move in to Whipstaff to live with Casper and his uncles, his dad regains his memory, he and Kat rekindle their friendship, and all of them, including Dot and Lotta, become a sort of group of friends. On Christmas Eve, Casper says it'll be fun while it lasts, and even when the next family comes around, he'll still have his own to keep him company. Just then, Casper's dad finds the Primordial soup formula for the Lazarus and gives it to him. He gets excited and goes to tell everyone about it, ending the film.

The idea for the Harvey Girls for Casper Returns is that they will be based upon their Harvey Girls Forever counterparts, henceforth why I drew them here. I know Harvey Girls Forever already has their own Casper, and I do think they did a great job with that version! This one here will exist as an separate world, so you won't see any statue of Harvey E. Harveson since he won't exist in this world.

I think Audrey and Lotta will act as sort of big-sister figures to Casper, Audrey especially since she'll discover her relations to the McFadden line. Dot and Casper might have some affection for each other and date for a small while. Yeah, screw it. I like it, it's a fun crack ship and it'll still be a little bit before Wendy comes into play, though not too long.

For this drawing, I wanted to visualize how Kat and Casper's uncles would look with him and the 3 gals. I drew Stretch too small, so I had to resize him. XD Still, I think I did a'ight. I think adult Kat looks cool in Katie Rice's style too.

As far as writing goes, I want J.J. to come back to produce and help with the main story, but I want Phillip LaZebnik to do the actual screenplay. The Prince of Egypt was really good, and I want to see more stuff from him. I could probably bring in Guillermo del Toro in to co-write/produce too since he did Trollhunters and is doing a film of it soon. I'd also bring in the Brendan Hay to co-write since he helped develop the versions of Dot, Audrey and Lotta I want to integrate.

As you expected, I want Burton to produce as will everything I want to make, but I especially want the Spielberg family on board. Steven will probably have a good excuse not to, because he'll be dead by the time I get to produce this, in which case may he rest well.

As far as directing goes, I think Peter Ramsey. He directed Rise of the Guardians, but he also has some experience in live-action doing some second-unit work for John Singleton. Plus, he was an artist on Casper '95.

That's pretty much all I've got for now. I'll try to add more as time goes onward, but if you like what I've got so far, feel free to give some feedback if you want.

-S.

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athingthatwantsvirginia · 3 years

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All Norman Bates

PART FORTY-TWO OF THE DO YOU SEE HER FACE? SERIES

Pairing: Jess Mariano x Original Character (Ella Stevens)

Warnings: mentions of estranged parents, therapy, plentiful pop culture references

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Jess and Ella experience a bump in the road on the way to California.

A/N: Just so everyone is aware, there are only two chapters left after this, including the epilogue :)

Sighing, Jess glanced over at Ella, who sat in the passenger seat with a crinkled brow and the cap of a red pen between her teeth. They were halfway to California, and Jess didn’t think he’d seen her without that same pensive look on her face for the entirety of the trip thus far. But, he couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed at her insistence on working over the spring break. Her cheeks were lively with rosy color, and her eyes looked clearer.

They weren’t all good days. Sometimes, she would come home from work or school and fall asleep on the couch almost immediately, lethargic and unable to articulate any of the thoughts which were jumbled in a confusing, depressed mess within her head. Then, when she awoke, she would often find herself needing to cry. Whether she knew what her feelings were about or not, she would let herself cry, like her new therapist was urging her to. Jess would rub circles on her back and make green tea and listen. And eventually, she would feel better. They were working it out together, just like he promised. Most of the time, there was a gnawing guilt sitting in her stomach. He shouldn’t have to take care of her, she would think. She was holding him back. She was weighing him down. Each time she brought it up though, he would patiently remind her of how much she had helped him, how this thing of theirs was a two-way street, and that he didn’t mind.

She would smile, in spite of herself. Slowly, it was getting easier, and she was regaining her passion for things. She was drawing again, even painting, finally making use of the easel Jess had gotten her for Christmas. Jess often made jokes about how big of a role their therapists played in their lives, but they only made Ella laugh, instead of making her angry. It was true, but she was becoming less ashamed of it by the day. It would probably always feel a bit like her and Jess against the world, but their world could be bigger. Help didn’t need to be an evil. She didn’t need to make survival her ultimate goal. Instead, she was working on happiness. And, of course, the antidepressants were playing a part no one could understate.

“You’re gonna make yourself carsick,” Jess warned begrudgingly, turning down the Killers song which played on the radio.

Ella rolled her eyes but didn’t look up from the essay. “You’re the one who gets carsick, Jess. I’ll be fine.”

Again, he gave a slight sigh. Sometimes, the silence could get to even him. When she was working, it was like she was on a different planet. “Whatever, Daria. Just call me the invisible man.”

“You are so clingy,” she teased off-handedly, chuckling.

He scoffed, though a blush rose hotly up his neck and to the tips of his ears. “Am not.”

“Sure, tough guy,” she quipped, then finally looked up from the midterm papers she was grading.

The current one was a pretty decent account of how Van Gogh made the most of his madness through his art. She was pretty engrossed in it, and it was almost free of her annotations. Her harsh grading style had become almost notorious with the T.A. circle at the University. But, sometimes, people really did turn in perfect work. Besides, she knew it was better to bite the bullet and give the advice. It was what the students were there for, after all. And subtlety had never been her strong suit.

For what it was worth, she was working on the drive in an attempt to have less to do once they actually reached California. The plans were to spend the week on the beach, reading and drawing, and popping into Jess’s father’s house every now and again. The visit was partially for vacation, partially an obligatory gesture. Jess hadn’t visited in so long, the guilt was starting to get to him. His father was a douchebag, but he had still welcomed Jess into his home when he didn’t have to. The gesture certainly counted for something.

Watching the darkness of the road ahead, Jess tried to keep his anxiety at bay. He had to remind himself that Ella was with him, they were older, and even more stable than they had been the last time they visited. He didn’t need to feel nervous about the trip, but the memories of his lonely months in Venice were itching at the back of his mind. Sometimes, he would give in and scratch, even if it only made things worse. He bit at his bottom lip, eyes occasionally wandering to the sky. There were stars, lots out in the heartland of America with no light pollution. And there were hardly any other cars, as the night went from evening to late. There were no concrete plans about where to stay the night, just the next decent motel they happened upon. Each time Ella suggested stopping, Jess insisted he was fine to keep driving. He wanted to get as much done as he could manage. Truthfully, he was not looking forward to the silence of the nighttime, when Ella went to sleep and he had to be alone with thoughts of his father turning over and over in his head.

“Do you hear that?” she asked after a moment, brows furrowing. With her attention away from her work, she had begun to pick up on a faint clicking sound.

“Hear what?” Jess said, broken from his anxious reverie.

“Listen,” she said, then gave a hesitant pause. Then added: “It’s getting louder.”

Jess did as she told him, turning the quiet music on the radio all the way down. Sure enough, beneath the rushing of the tires and the occasional screech they had come to tune out after years of riding in the death trap, there was a clicking. And it was getting louder, faster and faster. Then, Jess began to feel a drag in his speed and a resistance in his brakes.

. . .

Too tired even to work, Ella laid with her hands behind her head and stared up at the ceiling. They were somewhere in Kansas, with shitty cell reception and even shittier motels. No auto repair shop would be open until the morning, the man with the tow truck had said, but he suspected it was the engine, based on the sound they had described to him. Luckily, the man had been kind enough to drive them to the nearest 24-hour lodging. The Ambassador would sit solitary in the tow yard until the morning, when they came to bring it to whatever repair shop had the lowest prices. In all honesty, Ella was just glad they hadn’t been forced to spend the night on the side of the highway. It had taken them almost a half an hour before finally getting Ella’s cell in the right position to handle a call to information, to get the name of a towing company. The whole ordeal had been nerve-wracking, but she was feeling marginally better behind the safety of their closed motel room door. At the front desk there sat a disinterested woman with thick glasses which magnified her light eyes and a magazine open on the desk in front of her. She had told them a lost key was a $50 fee before sending them on their way with little more than a glance.

It wasn’t a shock. Jess’s car had been living on borrowed time for quite a while, anyway. Rusty and creaky and dying. Ella almost felt vindicated. Finally, her predictions had come true. She had expressed doubt when Jess had said he would be the one driving, to give her time to work and relax. He’d been encouraging her to relax more often recently, and she appreciated it. But riding passenger in the Ambassador was anything but relaxing. Ella still couldn’t believe how flabbergasted Jess had looked when he had to pull over on the side of the road, unable to drive safely with the way the gas pedal wasn’t cooperating. Ella felt a bit of foolish nostalgia at the thought of the vehicle. Another site of their youth bites the dust.

“I don’t know,” Jess sighed into his phone, running a hand down his tired face.

He’d been talking to Sasha for the last twenty minutes. It was past ten, but not the middle of the night. Jimmy, however, wasn’t available to talk apparently. Sasha had been suggesting alternative plans for them to get to California, though both Jess and Ella knew there was no way they were getting down there anytime soon if the car was as broken as they suspected. Even if it wasn’t completely dead (which it was), they’d have to wait for parts to come in. Who knew how long that would take for such an old make and model.

Eventually, Jess pushed Sasha off the phone with some muttered excuses and forced goodbyes. His head was swimming with fatigue, and he didn’t think he could deal with another second of his stepmother. Not considering how chatty and cheery she was. Putting his cell phone on the rickety nightstand next to him, he flopped down onto his back. The comforter had a faded floral pattern, but was surprisingly soft. He blew out a long breath and shut his eyes for a moment.

“So she took it well?” Ella asked flatly. She had heard Sasha’s good-natured badgering as she lay silently next to Jess.

“Oh yeah,” Jess replied. “Very understanding.”

Ella snorted a laugh and sat up again, looking down at him. She raked her fingers through his hair affectionately. He sighed again, eyes still closed. Biting at the inside of her cheek, Ella fought back a small smirk at the sight of him in the low glow of the singular bedside lamp. The night certainly hadn’t gone according to plan, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel too upset about not making it to California. She still wasn’t the biggest fan of Jimmy or the Pacific Ocean. She kept stroking his hair, eyeing his long lashes and exhausted pallor. She could tell how sleepy he was, even if he wouldn’t exactly admit the effects of driving so long.

She looked around the small room, big enough only for a queen bed, a small TV, some nightstands, and a bathroom off to the side. The rosebud wallpaper was yellowed with age and there were a few precarious stains on the beige carpet. But the air had a homey smell of dust and she decided it wasn’t the worst place they could have ended up. Fortunately, they didn’t need to find dinner, having already grabbed some takeout about an hour before the end of the Ambassador’s long, strange life.

“At least we won’t have to reconnect with that weird guy who works on the boardwalk,” Ella said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“The guy who sells the hemp hats?” Jess asked, then cracked his eyes open again. “You think he still works there?”

“I bet he’ll still be standing out there long after you and I are dead,” Ella replied.

Jess laughed. “You’re probably right.”

“Maybe I should grade more,” she said distractedly, speaking mostly to herself as her idle hands made uneasiness creep up in her stomach.

Rolling his eyes, Jess grabbed her gently around the waist and pulled her down onto the bed, guiding her head to his chest. “This is an addiction, Stevens. I’m cutting you off.”

“Yeah, well, the first step to healing is acceptance,” she quipped, placing a kiss on his t-shirt and settling in against him. For once, she decided to oblige him and sleep instead of stay up into the early hours of the morning with her red pen. Her therapist had also suggested doing work in moderation.

Jess chuckled breathily. “It’s true.” Then, after a moment: “I think I’m honestly more upset about the car than not getting to go visit daddy dearest.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured.”

“Oh, am I that transparent?” he deadpanned.

“Like a glass house, Mariano,” she teased. “I guess it is the end of an era.”

He nodded. “Yeah. No more weird cigarette burns on the ceiling.”

She laughed. One of the only nights in high school she had ever gotten stoned, Jess had picked her up from her house by surprise, throwing pebbles at her window. He found her eyes red-rimmed and glassy, her cheeks flushed, and her mind spacey. All she’d wanted to do was drive around and smoke cigarettes and listen to Joy Division. At the time, she hadn’t told him about the blowout fight with her father and Fiona. Not until the next morning over breakfast in the diner. When she’d accidentally burned the ceiling of the car with her cigarette, leaving a dark circle, she’d started tearing up. In response, Jess lit a cigarette of his own and pressed it to the ceiling without hesitation, unphased.

Smiling at the memory, she threw an arm over his waist. “And no more barrette stuck in the window crank that won’t come out no matter how fucking hard I try.”

Jess snorted a laugh. After the Arctic Monkeys concert they’d attended the previous summer, they’d had sex in the backseat. One of her barrettes had somehow ended up eternally wedged in the window crank. The next day, she’d taken a pair of pliers to it fruitlessly. Jess had teased her, the woman who prided herself on being able to fix anything, mercilessly, ever since.

“And about a million other ‘no mores.’ Who knows what’ll happen in our next car,” he said.

“Only time will tell,” she muttered through a yawn. “I love you, James Dean.”

“Love you back,” he replied.

A gentle click sounded in the cozy quiet as Jess shut off the lamp. Getting comfortable again, he ran a hand up and down over her back and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. Then, he bit at his bottom lip, and his mind flashed to the small red box in this duffel. With the thin gold ring, a tiny amethyst in the middle. He’d bought it months ago, on a random trip to some antique shop with Chris, and he had a few ideas in mind. He hadn’t nailed down a real proposal plan yet, but took it with to California just in case. It had been wishful thinking, of course, since California was neither of their favorite places. And they weren’t going to make it there anyway. Still, it was there. It was happening. He just didn’t know when. It made his insides feel fluttery and excited and almost sick with nerves. But, for now, he decided getting the fuck out of Kansas would be the first step.

Dozing, Ella let her mind wander again to their teenage years. She felt her heart ache with sentimentality, and then brushed it off. Not because she wanted to ignore the feeling, but because all of a sudden she didn’t feel it. She didn’t need to miss Jess when he was right next to her. She didn’t need to worry about the past. Let yourself have a middle. Lorelai’s words reappeared in her mind, soft and comforting.

“Jess?” she asked, voice beginning to grow rough with sleep.

“Hmmm?” he hummed, and she felt the word vibrating in her ear against his chest.

“Do you think that lady at the front desk is gonna go all Normal Bates on us?” she asked.

He sighed, but then it turned into a laugh. “No, Daria, I don’t think so.”

“I bet that’s what Jant Leigh thought too,” she replied, all too serious.

Jess kept his smirk. “Just call me Marion Crane, then.”

She giggled, then was quiet for another moment. Jess slipped his hand beneath her t-shirt and began rubbing small circles on her skin. Usually, she fell asleep within a couple minutes of laying down. Apparently, something was eating at her.

“I think I’m gonna take that job at the University for next year,” she spoke again suddenly.

“Really?” he asked, smirk turning to a small, genuine smile.

“Yeah,” she said, almost shyly. “I’ll have time for actually making some damn art, but I’ll still have a steady income, good benefits...ugh do I sound like a middle-aged tragedy?”

“No,” he said, reassurance in his tone. “I think it’s gonna be great, Eleanor. Seriously.”

“I just...I think I’ll be happy doing it.”

“I do too,” he said, kissing her hair once more. “Congratulations, Stevens.”

“Thanks,” she said with a nervous chuckle, blushing a bit. “And I’ll have that whole sexy professor thing going for me, which is a plus.”

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2020 Art Summary

Yep, it’s 2021 already. 2020 is finally over. It felt like it lasted forever, and it felt like the end would never come, but here we are. Crazy how the time flew by.

I felt like I didn’t get much art done this year because of Current World Event, but I made a lot more than I thought I did. Even some of my new favorite pieces came out of this year, so I think that’s worth celebrating and looking back upon!

I was insanely productive during the first month of 2020, and looking back I was surprised at all the stuff I did, but then I remembered that that winter season was actually one of the best times of my life! I started being more socially involved, and I think my newfound drive at the time translated into all the art I pumped out this month. This is just a small fraction of what I made in January, but I only have so much space. Quite a few complex pieces in both style exploration and polishing my own style.

Apparently February was a rather intimate month. Things began to slow down in terms of my own art here, with me spending more time in social settings and school work ramping up, I didn’t have as much time to coop up in my room to draw. I did wanna do something for a friend’s Valentine’s Day OC art challenge, so I drew my lovey-dovey couple from Dance of 1000 Words havin’ a dance. Nothing actually came of that challenge, but it was fun to do regardless.

One of the things I was most proud of in the winter season was making more friends, and one of the closest friends I made was completely coincidental. I met a person named Kiri on the bus one night I decided to volunteer somewhere by myself, and we ended up chatting and getting along. They quickly told me their tumblr username, and I shot them a message immediately after they left. A couple days later, we met up for brunch, and we started becoming really close friends and creative partners!

Not much else happened in March cuz that’s when Current World Event started becoming an issue, but Kiri and I still kept in close touch and we randomly started developing a concept for a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Galar Edition. These are a handful of characters we thought up, with Skipper the Scorbunny and Dross the Dreepy as the main characters, Morgrem as the main antagonist, and some shopkeepers such as those of the Greedent Bank and the Indeedee General Store. This was also my first time drawing all of these Galar Pokemon (except Scorbunny, but I also made Skipper a bit more unique than a regular Scorbunny).

Lots of events happened this month. First of all, Steven Universe Future ended, one of my favorite and most influential shows was no longer continuing. I had to do something as tribute, both as a send-off to one of the greatest cartoons in the world and as a cathartic release for my feelings towards it.

A while later, I got the opportunity to start playing an MMO in beta called Fer.al, by the same people who made Animal Jam, which coincidentally I had also beta tested for back in the day. I ended up getting really attached to my first character, a Senri I named Sasha, and though I’ve made more characters than them since, they’re still my absolute favorite. Though I haven’t touched the game in a few months, I was really engrossed for a long time and enjoyed playing through the beta and early access phases.

At the end of the month, some friends of mine invited to a roleplay group with some mutuals, and we all played characters in a crime syndicate. Just a bunch of ragtag thieves and criminals who ended up together in order to protect an artifact called the Crown of Thieves, which was essentially a flag to be taken by other groups to prove that they are the best thieves in the land. My character was based heavily on my sona (if it wasn’t obvious) and was also influenced by Cloud Strife, since the FFVII Remake had just come out and I was super into watching the cutscenes at the time. My character’s (code)name is Valkyrie, and they are a mercenary, going between multiple different employers to carry out whatever duties they need to do. They have a more complicated backstory, but presently they were recently hired by recommendation of their friend Shark (played by @shmoots-universe who is also My friend now ily maya) who works with a group called the Court Cards who are currently in possession of the Crown of Thieves. Valk never really had a place to call home, but staying with this group of people had to be the closest they could get to that feeling. They still sleep with a knife under their pillow because of trust issue but that’s okay.

Okay, so technically these examples started in April, but I continued making content with them in May, and the month was just pretty void of art in general, so here I am addressing them.

There were two main things I worked on this month: a Steven Universe AU of my own and the whole #sixfanarts thing that kicked off around then. Let’s start with the fanart bits. I did two and a half of them (six in April and nine in May), and it was so much fun to be able to draw stuff I don’t normally do! My personal favorites are shown here: Blake Belladonna from RWBY, Roll from Megaman, Yuki Konno from Sword Art Online, and Link from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. The other thing I’d been planning for a while was a Steven Universe AU, probably to cope with the show being over but also because I was inspired by a lot of those SU AU artists I started following at the time. I won’t share the details here because it’s gonna have its own blog at some point, but the example I’ve shown here is of a comic I made loosely in order to introduce a divergence in the plot of the story as well as introduce a character unique to my AU. It was a lot of fun figuring out how to draw the characters and get a feel for the style.

As the year progressed, my amount of art I made per month began to dwindle, this time mostly because school was kicking my ass especially hard with finals. However, I took what time I had to get some backburner pieces finished, like the Tigerlily picture which I sketched out a couple months back, and the Gunvolt picture which I started working on SIX YEARS AGO. I don’t quite know why I got the urge to work on it again after so long, but it was nice to finally realize. The other drawing for DOTS was done in the dead of night but I was really happy with how it came out.

Despite only having two summer classes left of school, this month was really rough because they demanded a lot of my time and attention. I did not have the gumption to do anything digital, so I stuck to my sketchbook to get out what I felt like getting out.

My friends and I did a stream of the game Helltaker, and I really enjoyed the concept, so in following my friends I made my own Helltaker demon OC named Raksha the Ravenous Demon (it’s a pun but also got mythical insp). I also got super into Hazbin Hotel at this point, mostly because the Addict music video dropped and I couldn’t get enough of it, so I doodled Angel Dust cuz I felt like it. The other drawing I did was actually a free commission I gave a friend of mine as a prize for a trivia game show I ran back in June. He along with a couple other friends got some free drawings from me for getting the top three scores, and this one in particular was fun because of how interesting it was. He wanted me to draw a video game reviewer called the Irate Gamer from a specific moment, and I decided to go ham and just make it as dramatic as possible.

University classes finally wrapped up and right after that I was in the process of moving out of my apartment and getting adjusted to living with my parents again. I did a couple of agg.io drawing sessions with my friends from the Court Cards group as well as a new Dungeons and Dragons homebrew group I had joined. I drew some more of Valkyrie and came up with a design for my DND character Qakuqtuq (or Kai for short). He is monkey grandpa and I love him.

My main focus was on finishing a polished piece for my friend Cake, whose birthday was in the upcoming month. I wanted it to be as amazing as possible, so I put a lot of time into getting more detailed and making them look good. In addition to that, I did a few TOME doodles just for fun. The creature on the bottom was for this month’s art challenge on my Discord server where we made original TOMERPG monsters, and I created Hundylow, a Crystal-element monster based on the Grindylow from English folklore.

This month was a lot more productive than the past few had been. I tried to do a 31-day art challenge called Creatober but failed to get past the third prompt because I was still swamped with other work. I’m still happy with what little I did, including the piece with my characters Kyle and Guarudan from DSWD.

I don’t remember how, but I also suddenly rediscovered an old Flipnote Hatena series called Tales of LostClan, a Warriors fan series that I would say was the most obscure thing I’ve ever been super invested in. It was what got me into the actual Warriors books, and I liked it so much I redrew the animations into a comic... twice. Didn’t get nearly as far the second time but clearly my love for this little fanfiction had not waned after nearly a decade. I felt like drawing a book cover/movie poster for the series, just to get it out there and see how much I’ve improved over all that time.

Also I felt like making a vampiresona just before Halloween because I never dress up for Halloween in art (or real life anymore, for that matter), and I wanted to do something like that for once. It was short-lived but I really liked the design!

The focus of this month was definitely on Pokemon stuff. As per usual I contributed to the current Gotta Draw ‘Em All collab, and I was tasked to draw Regieleki. It was really fun to figure out how to make it stand out and look like it was made of electricity.

I also committed a lot of my spare time to my Fakemon Gym Leaders, as I had been working on bringing them to life in the past year or so now. As of this post, I’ve finished rendering their full body poses and gym badges, but I’m still working on completing all eight VS portraits, the first half of which are shown here.

I... didn’t draw anything this month, actually. What I’m showing here was worked on in the last few days but has actually been in progress for a couple of months, and I just finished it earlier today, in 2021. But I needed to show something off, and it’s also about time I mentioned it.

Back in October, I kept seeing people rave about this game called Genshin Impact, and I was interested but not so much as to start playing it... until my friends started playing and I was like “fuck it, let’s download it”. Since that day, I have been super immersed and in love with this game, to the point I came up with my own canon based on my gameplay experiences. This also included the creation of an original player character: Astra, the non-binary Traveller. And now, I’ve finally drawn them and brought them to life.

It has been one hell of a year. I had some of the highest highs and lowest lows in 2020, lots of changes, and I have now officially moved onto the next chapter of my life now that my time at university is finally over. I’m very excited for what 2021 has to offer, and I’m going to go forward with great ambition.

#my art stuff #art summary #this is always a joy to do every year and i'm glad to keep up the tradition for the sixth year in a row #this year was super good for this as well just to look back on what i was actually able to accomplish #long post #tome #hazbin hotel

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