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Novembro do ano passado eu achei uma copia baratissima do livro Ziraldo Em Cartaz no Ebay (por sinal autografada)...e não é que ele faleceu esse ano? Depois entrei em um rabbit hole e fui descobrir que ele se meteu em drama político.... muito interessante. Na infância eu adorava o estilo dele, e esse livro tem umas ilustrações FODAS, e achei muito interessante descobrir sobre a cartera de cartazes que ele fez, inclusive propaganda, e a tipografia dele que também é tão Dele. Enfim, nessa inspiração eu fiz desenho com intenção de colorir. e só agora pus umas cores, umas texturas, umas bagunças digitais.
#ziraldo#traditional#digital#got inspired by ziraldo after buying a book last year and just put some colors on it
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Yayy yippee I was part of an awesome telephone game hosted by clarissastahls over on IG!! Check out our journey below!! 👇
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Pet portrait study for a friend
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paperdoll kind of, #collage crayola markers and cheap washi tape and my ohto liners, etc etc #beetlejuice #fanart
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Yayy yippee I was part of an awesome telephone game hosted by clarissastahls over on IG!! Check out our journey below!! 👇
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Im turning over a new leaf this year and doing that thing some artists I like do, where they pick their little meow meow, their blorbo, their cinnamon roll, and yknow, change them beyond recognition.
Lydia grows up and has a hard time being an artist.
#And im gonna not apologize#canon and fanon is a matter of material relations#Which is why we gotta kindle the fanon flame#Idk im just riffing im trying to stay afloat cuz i have so much stress on my plate rn
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Lydia grows up and has a hard time being an artist.
#Comics#beetlejuice#Lydia#self indulgent#i never understood artists who would completely Own IP characters#and i respect canon but I still want to insert my weird ideas into stuff#Respecting canon has kept me from Making art more than it has encouraged me to Make it#So ive just living my life and thinking yknow what. Hes my vessel. Bj is my muse LOL
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Amelina #89708020 enjoying some peace and quiet with her sprite, if only for just a brief moment... a FR commission for TheMunchkin! Lines under the cut.
#check my pinned for art shop!#wildclaw#flight rising#frfanart#wildclaw fr#fr wildclaw#dragons#traditional#digital#mixed media#Ngl I think I cooked with this one yall
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its 2024 and i made a steven universe gemsona who's really just my self indulgent trope of mad scientist/artist. based off the various jewelry items i have, say hello to Dalmantine!
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Can I interest you in a million WIP shots from a current FR commish?
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Alright people... here are some sneak peek previews of upcoming merch...!!!
#soooooo guess what im gonna be able to do this thanksgiving/xmas season....#MYEAP clean these up to post them on RB on Spring lol
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I wrote a brief story of how Theresa and Magnus came to meet each other! I was motivated by the artfight attack I received from korzoi (below).
I have some sketches of them as humans which is what I'm using for the story below. Enjoy!
Theresa was not a stupid girl, but she somehow found herself in stupid situations. This one in particular felt exemplary of such instance, as there seemed to be no solution for her current problem at hand. The smoke that erupted from the magical book she held had long dissipated, and the dragon man that she summoned from it was too pleased with himself to be of any help; for having noticed he magically erupted in the nude, she tossed him a pile of clothes and barked at him to dress himself. Disoriented but thankful, once draped, the gentleman’s focus fixated on his own reflection in the corner of the room.
Oh to be born again, and to find himself again.
As he fluttered his robes and admired his form on the nearby antique mirror, he failed to acknowledge the woman in this space, scrambling through the pages of the heavy tome before her. He spoke:
“Is this… me? I am most… incredible!!! What fair and pale shades of… scale? No. What could this be...?” His neck tilted erratically, like a lizard. With open palms he caressed his face and arms and shoulders, displaying deep curiosity for the textures of his body, scratching his skin, observing his joints, how his hands bended and arched symmetrically, and asymmetrically. He felt control over his fingers, and reached for his face, twisting the thick ropes of his mustache.
“Uhhhhhm…. Uhhhh, uh-uh, yea”. The woman browsed through the ancient text in front of her with a furrowed brow and a tense hand over her forehead. Nothing about a reversal of this spell could be found anywhere. She felt her heartbeat fasten and tighten and her stomach twirl in knots in the face of her careless mistake. “Stupid, stupid ancient texts!!”, she cackled nervously.
“Oh!” This brought the attention of the dragon man, who turned back to face the young woman. “It is to you that I owe this, this release, this great honor!”
“Ohh, no”, she thought. “No no no we can’t be doing this, pleeease just pretend I’m not here”, she thought to herself.
“But I can’t, madam. We are now SOULBOUND!”
“Fuuuck and he reads minds. That's great”, even in her own mind she couldn’t contain her sarcasm.
He received her energy and deflated his excitement. He cleared his throat and fixed his posture, combing his hair backwards with agile fingers through his hair - which felt good to the scalp but which he had no time to examine.
“No, madam, I’m afraid you can’t hide your feelings from me. However, it shan’t keep me from behaving appropriately”, and he elongated forward on a bow. He slowly crawled upward and gestured his arms wide in dramatic fashion.
“I am Magnus, the great red dragon, the one that once was eternally imprisoned! My crimes were many and thus forever damnation was my punishment. But with my release, I savor gratitude to you. For that I shall complete a wish of your choosing. Please bless me with your name, and with the pleasure of your request.”
A beat passed. The woman gave herself a moment to sigh, deeply, as she closed the book defeatedly. “Oooh, rats”, and this she said out loud. She knew there was no turning back now. She rubbed her face and temples and landed her hands on her chin, cupping her cheeks.
“I am Theresa. I released you by accident. I would like you”, and she pointed to him, “to return to this book” - and she pointed to the book.
This offset the magical creature before her. Magnus swallowed dry and replied bashfully: “Uhm…Hm, no, madam, I’m afraid that is outside of what I can provide for you”. He had no obligation other than his word to complete any proposed request, much less to someone who’d make him feel unwanted after hundreds of years of solitude. She felt guilt cringe at her chest from his reaction. There was a string of hope in her heart that he would be one of those easy to solve oopsies.
“Yea, it was worth a try though”, and Theresa faced down as she ran her hands through her hair, giving herself a quick second to think. She stood up and fixed herself and her clothes, picking up the book and putting it inside her side bag. “Ok, so��a wish.” She looked around the room to examine its state.
She had been a property guardian in less interesting places, and this current location happened to be a Victorian manor, held in time by dust and cobwebs. Anyone in her lifetime would have forgiven her for her curiosity. She needed to, no, it was her cosmic responsibility to have helped herself to the hidden library of this mansion, and answer the call to scrounge for magical artifacts.
Despite a lifetime of misadventures in the 20th century, this was somehow her first unindented encounter with a humanoid magical being. With this unexpected guest at hand she’d be forced to make some adjustments to her current quests.
“Madam Theresa?”, said Magnus in a concerned tone.
“HAh!”, she laughed, and waived a hand in the air as if to wave the title off the air. Being called such made her think of the catholic chapels of her youth. How poignant that a creature from a medieval time could remind her of her life from such long ago.
“Please. Just Theresa is fine”. And there was silence as she looked around the room for the next exit. “Follow me, Magnus”, and she beckoned him to come.
He took notice and followed suit. Suddenly he was cognizant of the world around him and the colors blurred in too quick fashion just yet. The walls were much different from what he knew, and even the dim sunlight coming from the windows felt different and new. As he was guided through tight rooms, the sound of his steps tickled his ears. The shades and tints around him were none of which he had ever seen. His ears perked and he could hear what seemed like screeches, sirens, haunting whispers. He sensed a bustling world beyond the walls of this place, and information was drowning him into a maze. He felt dizziness overcome him.
Theresa glanced back to notice Magnus slowing down and losing the color on his face. “Now just this wa- oh, oh, careful, careful”, and she gently grabbed him as he fainted. They sat on the cold tiles of a large kitchen, which had been modernized with a few appliances. Even the color of the ceiling would’ve been unlike anything Magnus had ever seen during his era, and Theresa took a slight moment of sympathy, recalling her own first memory of when she first erupted in this century.
He shivered and his eyes blinked hard. “Y-You, have you, you have cursed me-”
“I am trying to save you. Please, drink”. She raised a waterskin to his lips. Out of options, he drank. She held Magnus’s gangly elbows in dominant fashion, keeping him upright and stable. They sat there for a moment.
As he took a breath of air and came back to, the witch confessed:
“I suppose I’ll have to teach you a few things”.
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I think there's something that needs to be said about encouraging readers to leave feedback.
For me it's not about "tell me my writing is amazing and stroke my ego"
It's more about "please engage with me so that I can experience your joy secondhand and foster a connection with you"
I understand that not everyone wants this in their reading experience, some people are shy and a million other reasons why maybe someone wouldn't want to engage and that's perfectly fine!
But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.
On encouraging reblogs —
I understand that not everyone is comfortable reblogging, especially explicit content. This is ok!
But just consider that the only reason you were able to enjoy a fic or fanart is because someone else shared it, and by not sharing it yourself you are potentially robbing someone else of the opportunity to enjoy it as much as you did.
As OPs our reach only goes so far and this website relies on reblogs in order for anything to truly get seen by a wider audience.
So that's really it! That's why I encourage these two things at the end of every story I post. Not because I'm trying to be demanding and "make people feel bad" if they don't do it.
I know most other social media sites encourage mindless content consumption and that's just the way of the world nowadays, but I am from a time when community was at the heart of fandom and I just don't want to lose that.
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Baby pictures of my current sketchbook. I’m burning through this one quite quickly soo… I’ll be needing to make another one soon.
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Good morning my TV The only one who appreciates me
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