my pro art tip is that you are totally allowed to fudge perspective and proportions if it works better for the composition of the piece. most artists arent out here trying to perfectly emulate what the human eye or camera would see
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joke's on all of you the two wires in my brain touched and I realised I can just continually ask you to choose food and never assign you a label at all
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ON THE TOPIC OF THE GHOST BROTHERS IVE BEEN MEANING TO ASK BECAUSE THE INSANITY IS GROWING Help why am i yelling
How did the ghost brothers first interaction go the mental image of them doing the spiderman meme made me keysmash irl but On a more serious note . i am autism staring you
HEHEHEHE HI EMBER. sorry to keep you waiting for like two days on this ask. to make up for makimg you wait i went a littleee crazy. ENJOY. ALSO YES I WILL BE GOING TO SLEEP AFTER POSTING THIS. DW
when they first meet ghost ford is on the verge of panicking, trying to properly utilize the first burst of energy he's had in 30 years by doing the only thing he can think of: following his brother trying to make sure he doesn't do something he shouldn't. (and let's face it, after seeing how stan reacts to finding his remains, he 100% expects him to do something he shouldn't. stanley's always been impulsive like that.)
following stan into an entirely different reality is deeply disorienting- and of course it's a lot to process!!! three decades of total inactivity and suddenly he finds himself dimension hopping. it's a lot.
this dimension's basement looks a lot like his, minus the blood embedded in the floor and walls, of course... but fundamentally it's the same basement. the first thing he notices is the trembling shape of two people's silhouettes intertwined in a tight hug. it's hard to see, what with the bad lighting (and, you know, his singular working eye), but from the wild hair ford can tell that the misshapen lump contains his brother and... another version of himself???
he catches himself overthinking and, through gritted teeth, promises himself he'll unpack that later; he's still getting his bearings and processing his environment. standing somewhat behind them are what look like two children, not older than 12 or 13. they're on the verge of tears, but look relieved nonetheless.
before ford can start to question what this means, the most awful scent of smoke starts to engulf his senses. he winces. it's... still better than the lasting smell of rot in his own basement, but it overwhelms him nonetheless. it's a reminder of how his last conversation with stan went, and an unwelcome one at that.
as he surveys the room for a source, he suddenly locks his gaze with someone who looks a lot like him. he brushes his unkempt hair out of his eyes (tired, tired eyes; ones that have worked 30 years past their expiration date) to look at ford with a horrified look of realization.
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hehehe my pjo marauders era fic is officially 10k words written so here's a little excerpt:
(cw for usual sirius black dramatics + small mentions of black family abuse)
He pauses when the thought crosses his mind. Maybe such a thing wouldn't be too bad, no one would notice until his corpse starts attracting things anyway, his mother hates being in his room, it's messy and has pictures from magazine's he's stolen while out in the town, his father never interacts with either of his children if he can help it, and his sister only talks to him when cleaning up his wounds nowadays. All in all, it would be a great way to go, inconveniencing everyone while ridding the world of himself at the same time.
Sirius smiles as he spins on the spot before dramatically falling to the floor, playing corpse with a smile on his lips despite the pain that his dramatics have caused him. He thinks that's how he'd like to go, young, hot, smiling, and still somehow annoying each and every single one of his close family members.
Another thought crosses his mind however. He hasn't kissed a man yet, something he deeply yearns to do, he can't die yet, not when he hasn't felt the touch of something so taboo it feels like it was made just for him. Maybe he won't die just yet.
Anyways i'm excited to finish it so i can start posting it on ao3!!
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