#AND I REDREW HER LEGS LIKE. 6 TIMES

[emomomortal]

do i even have to say her name

[0l33theog]

Gameshow Madness facts!!

Papery had 2 beta designs before my friend took Papery and redesigned her!

Her first design was a male. Way more crumpled and had lots of pencil strokes on him, his legs were also broken and he had crutches. He was also rude and hated Ghosty. He was also the co-host.

The second one looks similar to the current design, it was still before my friend redesigned Papery. One of her eyes were stuck like Ghostys right eye. Here, she wasn't a co-host.

2. Ghosty used to be a face mask because of my weird obsession with face masks ever since COVID☹️

3. The lines and the teary eye on Ghosty are meant to be the remnants of her death. I'll let you guess what unalived her.

4. I drew all the contestants during my grandma's birthday party. I have no idea why.

5. I've had the idea of making an object show since 2020! I even had all the contestants planned. It was only this year that I decided to actually start planning it and stuff.

6. mid-typing this I found the piece of paper where I drew all the old contestants, the old contestants used to be: Wind, Journal, Glue stick, Projector, Lego (he only had 1 brick at the time), Human (wait what), Wing, Luggage, Laptop, Plastic Bag (The handles were his/her eyes, idk his/her pronouns) , Duster, Broom, Eye drops, Bowl (she looks like a basket), TV, Dust, and Yootuob!

6.5. At the time, Ghosty looked like this (I redrew her on digital because the lighting looked weird)

Yeah uh I have no idea what happened.

7. A few contestants are based off of people around me or even myself! :3

I accidentally spent 30 minutes looking through an old notebook to see if there's anything about Fight For Life in it. There wasn't.

[amaiguri]

I redesigned my Main Antagonist

Kivihk, the God of Blood and Beginnings, has slowly risen from "antagonist of one story arc" to "main antagonist" and thus, he needs a new design and personality to match.

What was I working with? He had this arrogant, abrasive, "I'm waaay better than you" sort of attitude before. Imagine like... stereotypical misogynist college bad boy who drinks and parties too much and stuff. And he wanted to take over the world because he was an entitled baby.

So. He was evil and boring.

And also, he wasn't wearing enough clothes and this made him LESS hot, imo. I mean, look at this mess...

So then, I fixed him.

Initially, I fixed his second-in-command, Vanya, and gave her an actual tragic arc and stuff. And she went from "boring, evil goon" to "realistic depiction of a trad wife being gaslit into thinking giving birth was her only value, only to be put down for doing the one thing they told her she should do." So, she's this EMOTIONAL MESS and she hates him but she loves him cuz she doesn't think she has options...

Except the Demonic/Eldritch horror version. So her body will eventually be consumed and taken over by him. And she has to just be happy about this... SEE? That's FUN! (And by "Fun", I mean, it's horrific.)

So, next, I thought "Maybe, I'll remove Kivihk from the story except as a force-of-nature villain, with Vanya as his face!" Especially since "God of Blood and Beginnings" sounds a lot like "birth" to me -- so making him more of a feminine villain just made sense. I even started doing some sketches for this potential change -- Below: Vanya as she is now and Vanya as she could be as the avatar of a dead God.

But then I thought about how much editing that would require and died inside...

So I went and fleshed out the last 2000 years of backstory. And lo and behold, my usual trick of "just imagine going through their backstory" gave me a lot more empathy for the kind of people these two would be... And for one: Kivihk would not ACT like an entitled little baby all the time. He would, in fact, be pretty gentle, patient, and nice. He's a God, after all. He's a God who is superior to all other mortals and he has forever to achieve his goals. As I described it to my Discord:

He doesn't hate humans... he just doesn't see them as people. Do you gloat at cows? No. You aren't insane. You DO still get mad at them if they break your fence or refuse to eat the food you give them, though...

So, with this in mind, I went and redrew him to give him that "JRPG Final Boss First Form" vibe. In his human disguise atm, he's got darker skin because the majority of humans in that area have dark skin. But most of my Demons have ashy-silver skin, so that's kinda what I'm going for with his "Godling" form.

To be clear, in his TRUE true form, he'd probably have like 5 more of those black "burned" arms, 6 more eyes, and like 3 flaming halos or something. I also think his God form would be more fishlike, since fish lay a lot of legs, and take a lot of influence from sea angels (since they're clear/white but have a red core and I think that's a great aesthetic for a God of Blood).

So yeah! That's a list of all the changes atm. I'm not even sure if this is the final destination of my changes so if you have questions or suggestions, I am open to them. Thanks for going on this journey with me! Now I just have to do a proper illustration to update this banner already... Hee hee!

[jurassic-amber]

Prepare thyself mortal. For I have questions to bestow upon thee.

1. Do you have anything resembling a story / route planned for Abigail? Supporting characters, ect?

2. Ever drawn a metal guitar before?

3. Regarding your Digimon artwork, what inspires you to create digimon? Do you have a favourite digimon you’ve designed? Is there anything in particular that inspired their design?

4. I *know* you’ve got a character who transforms into a monster somewhere in that brain of yours. Tell us about them. All of them.

5. What is your favourite Iterator OC? Why? Is there anything that particularly inspired their design (both art and character wise)?

6. How are you so fucking good at art?

7. Do you have any Pokémon OC’s? Or hell, OCs from existing works you haven’t talked about?

Love you and your art, please share more :happyhugs:

1: I’m very vague on Abigail’s story overall, but I know how it ends, specifically. If they were in a game it’d be a very short game compared to base game Undertale, only going up to Waterfall before encountering the “final boss” they couldn’t beat. (Hint: it’s not undyne) Gonna leave it mostly in the dark besides that for the time being (because it’d take too long to draw)

2: Nope, but here’s a quick sketch of an electric guitar

3: Ohhhhh well, in the beginning I just drew a bunch of rookie level digimon to practice and do a sort of “attribute swap” where I draw stuff like plant digimon as dragon digimon or dragon digimon as birds, etc etc. But a lot of more recent work is actually modern designs for pen and marker drawings from when I was like 7! Some have changed names, some have improved colors, all of them have improved designs. Here’s an example!

When I get around to drawing their champion and ultimate levels it’ll probably diverge even more as I get different ideas as to where I want the lines to go. I also just love making digimon cause I often draw to fill empty niches in works I notice, and digimon basically has infinite of those cause you can partner a digimon up with any character and then try to think of a special line for them! As for my current favorite… it’s a strange choice, but definitely CryoGreymon! Most of the body is traced from official art of the normal Greymon, but I liked the modifications I made. I redrew an entire leg to give him a wider stance, added more spikes and stripes!!

It’s a champion form of Snow Agumon cause they never gave him a digivolution despite being the coolest variant (Hehehe cool and snow, get it?)

4: At first I was gonna do Aria for this, but then I remembered Cloe and fuck yeah let’s do her.

CLOE, pronounced Chloe is a character for a sci-fi mystery game, and when I say sci-fi, I mean space travel and aliens sci-fi. She’s an early game red herring meant to be reasonably suspicious to the characters, but obviously innocent to us, along with being a parody of every horror movie alien. She’s from a species that grows to disguise itself as other creatures and infiltrate their society. Her species needs a very high protein count. However being a species means they don’t all think the same. Some eat the creatures they disguise amongst, others steal prey, some intimidate others into satisfying their hunger. Cloe herself is an orphan and only survivor of an alien ship that crashed into a human controlled planet, and isn’t a species allowed on human controlled planets. Fortunately the agency that ends up handling the case where she’s exposed also was established in the first place to handle these type of situations. She follows one of the protagonists around after it’s obvious she’s innocent, and post game she goes under his care for the foreseeable future. As an alien she’s not allowed in normal school, so she spends her time at his house both studying and finding hobbies, like speedrunning in video games.

5: Not sure if you meant my favorite one I’ve made? I’m still trying to come up with all their designs tbh. But my favorite concepts ever were the vague one of Gifted Order and I also really like Two Bloodstained Hands. Gifted Order basically makes a part of themselves into a Slugcat, but gives themself rot in the process. They don’t quite see it as themselves, but are satisfied to give part of themselves freedom. This is inspired by a plot point in a game I like, leaving it vague which. I also like Two Bloodstained Hands’ concept of being feared just because they associate with violence in their work even though they aren’t a violent iterator

6: A lot of it is really just doing it over and over again, but aside from that I might have a couple tips? Most objects are made up of basic shapes, then you smooth them over. Depending on your art style, you don’t have to use every shape either, just a circle for the head is fine if you’re drawing something simple. Hair can be done with just wavy lines usually. And one thing I learned recently is practicing line weight!! Balancing thin lines and thick lines can give more direction to artwork or help highlight the silhouette if the outside is made thick.

7: god, I have so many… but in terms of Pokémon, I do have a bunch of fakemon designs! Remind me later and I’ll put up I’ll the fan-eeveelution designs I made

[timpac-capstone]

Week 11

Timestamp: 6:18 to 7:05: A friend of mine recommended this video of Billie Eilish watching and cringing at her old Vanity Fair interviews. For the most part, she isn't too hard on herself because she takes into consideration her age and feels more forgiving for what she says because of that factor, it could also be because this is her sixth time doing this in a row. However, in the timestamp that I gave, she reacts the same way that I react when I watch my old YouTube videos which is comforting to see that I'm not the only one that wants to choke myself because of the dumb things I said and did in the past.

This was another recommended video, I can't remember if it was from a classmate or my teacher but this was a lot more useful to watch. For starters, I finally understand why there are no camera positions indicated in screenplays thanks to 13:47 to 14:04 and that is because the screenwriter's job is to make the story and the director's job is to present that story. This is also helpful because Emily is writing a SciFi story which has its own issues of having ideas too ambitious for the audience to understand. It was also insightful to see how the writing process progressed as Emily got more studio notes, an example being how loose she was in writing the first draft, and then in the second draft she made many quick decisions to get rid of scenes or dialogue she didn't like and flesh out the stuff she did like, and in the third draft was further fleshing out extra details and adding more background info about the characters and the world.

I FINALLY DID IT, I FINALLY ANIMATED A CHARACTER IN KRITA. After months and months of telling myself that I couldn't do it, I finally got around to making this walk cycle of the brain cell carrying a heavy bag. I think what definitely helped me was using the drawing tablets that the Fablab provides rather than the cheap one that I have, it actually does make a huge difference and it's not cause the Fablab one has more buttons. For one I have more surface area to work with that is closer to the sketchbook size that I'm used to and the pen feels like it has some resistance when I'm drawing and I can feel how hard I am pressing into the tablet. Once I got used to it I just started drawing the first pose of the character and then when I finished that I said "Fuck it let's just try animating this bitch" and looked up a tutorial and loosely followed along. I won't lie to you this was a very long learning process and I did get frustrated at times to the point where I had to leave my laptop, this animation that you're seeing right now took me a whole day. Something that was very frustrating was definitely the size of my laptop since there are a lot of panels that I needed open but Krita doesn't like it when you try to shrink those panels past a certain point so I had to constantly close and open panels. Another frustrating thing was the legs didn't seem to be coming out right no matter how many times I redrew them so I recorded a video of myself trying to act out carrying a heavy bag of laundry as a reference and I was finally able to fix it. I also had to figure out how to space out these 6 frames to make the bag look like it's heavy to pull. Before I had the frames evenly spaced out and the physics just didn't seem right and was about to draw some more frames but thankfully I figured out the timing before I did all that work. I'm really proud of myself for this even though this is just a rough test animation but I'm not as reluctant on digital drawing anymore.

REFLECTION:

Honestly, I have nothing to reflect upon, I finally did an animation and that is a victory in itself. Next week for my Capstone presentation I'm going to try and put together a scene from my storyboards. It won't play out exactly how I want it to because I'm still just doing early test animations to see what works and what doesn't work as well as just figuring out Krita. Not sure if I'm gonna put dialogue in or just let the animation speak for itself but if I have time I'll try to do some voice acting.

[nukyster-blog]

Changing course, chapter 6) Till the bone

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Piglet’s will to keep Ivar alive turned out to be relentless. Her guard was high up as she crossed her makeshift line, skittish as a deer; dark eyes large and breath shallow, lips slightly ajar. She nearly dropped the steaming content of her cup when Ivar was caught by another coughing fit. 

It would have earned her a mocking laugh from Ivar’s side, were it not for the lack of strength to lift his head up. Lucidity was an ability he no longer possessed. There was a Mara riding his chest; the demonic creature made his chest heavy; entangled his lungs and riddled his sleep with nightmares. Panic rose in waves between the moments of regaining consciousness and drifting back into the Mara’s realm of nightmares. 

“Mother?”Ivar muttered when hands tenderly lifted his head to rest on comforting thighs, “I’m sorry, I should have never abandoned you.” Ivar’s voice was nothing more than a whimper, “father’s death… I should have died too.” 

His quivering lips were pressed around a wooden rim and scalding hot water was forced down his throat. The smell and taste was ferocious, that of strong herbaceous. Ivar gagged and fought, but the fever had burned away all his strength. 

Feebly, he arched his head to the side, but those tender hands were ruthless; merging his head in between strong thighs and pinching his nose until Ivar nearly choked and gasped for air. 

This cruel ritual became a routine of four times a day. Ivar was being force fed a variety of soups; broth with seasonal vegetables, soaked pieces of bread and herbs. Every waking moment was a struggle; his phlegm filled lungs were desperate for oxygen and the fever continued to scorch his body and ravaged his mind. At times he saw his mother’s morose eyes behind the dark lashes of Piglet. Every shadow seemed to be possessed by feathered creatures, their gurgling croaks keeping Ivar on edge and petrified. It took Ivar six days to fight off the Mara and regain enough strength to slap the wooden bowl away from his face.

Piglet took that statement of defiance as her cue to retreat back behind the line. Her care however did not lessen; for reasons unknown to Ivar she was dedicated to nurture him back to health. It was one of the things that occupied Ivar’s thoughts. Tit for tat, in life no-one does anything without getting something in return. Ivar’s sickly condition was not doing her any favours. The Giant would come by every day to inspect the coughing patient, to see if he was worth all the time and trouble. The Giant would not leave out any occasion to either bark or spit at Piglet; who’d obediently make herself as small as possible and simply take full blame for Ivar’s slow recovery. She wore the bruises of Ivar’s dreadful healing process and spent half her ration on him. She must be starving herself so Ivar could gain back little of his strength. “Stupid thrall, if you’d know what I’d do to you if I wasn’t shackled,” Ivar sneered at her as he picked on his bread; it tasted stale, but everything was better then a howling stomach. Piglet sat across from him against the wall, petting a lamb, it’s wool such a contrast to her dark arms. The lamb’s wobbly legs were still nascent and thin, but functioning well. As it’s mother bleated and the youngster squirmed to get free. Unbalanced, the lamb hobbled back to the motherly call. Ivar stared at the little legs, each one a spindle of bones and skin. Ivar channeled down to his own legs, the similarities were not to be missed. The only difference was that the legs of the lamb were able to carry its body weight with ease. 

Ivar’s legs were useless and deformed, twisted in odd angles due to erupting spasms and stiffness. He used to fracture them when he was a child, how could he not with so many older brothers, eager to fight and frolic, as all kids do. All kids, but Ivar, because his physical condition would not allow him to. He hated his lower body for it; the lack of muscles made his bones stick out, the skin of his shin bones translucent and delicate from being shielded off by his braces. Some of his toes were crooked and repulsive to look at. His lower body; everything from the waist down, was useless and ugly. And if he survived, he’d cut it all off. 

  Ivar noticed Piglet watching him stare at his own deformities. She did that a lot, ogling at him from the curtains of her headscarf. It pissed him off greatly. If looks could kill, Piglet would be halfway to Valhalla, or whatever afterlife her religion offered. His scowl formed a toothy smile on Piglet’s face. Cunningly, she redrew her makeshift line on the floor with the heel of her foot, regarding her safety. “Hamar,” she addressed him, while sitting down Indian-styled. From a hidden pocket, she retrieved a handful of dumpy bones. Ivar recognised them as knucklebones from a sheep as Piglet dropped the bones on the dusty floor. Unimpressed, Ivar stared at the bones and then back up at her. It did not lessen her enthusiasm; teeth glinting as her smile grew wider. Picking up one of the bones she let her thumb rub over the smooth upper side. 

“Wahid,” she spoke, holding up her index finger. She then pointed at three bones, all with their stubby sides up. 

“Arbe,” she held up four fingers. “Sitta,” she pointed at the remaining knucklebone, with it’s ear-shaped side up and showed Ivar six fingers. “Wahid, arbe, sitta,” Piglet held up her fingers with every word and drew tally marks with her other hand on the dusty floor. “Tiseat eashar.” She was teaching him a game, one quite familiar with the game he knew as tali; the difference was that her game added up all different sides, while tali’s rule was to throw and catch the bones in various manners.

Now that she got his undivided attention, Piglet hastily recollected the bones, but froze as her fingers crossed the makeshift line to pick up the last one. She held her breath and scanned over his on-edge demeanor. She left the knucklebone that had crossed the safety border and placed the recollected ones along the line. “You want me to play games with you?” Ivar scoffed, wondering if the savage lost her mind or will to live. Did she seriously think he’d consider participating in any way that might make them appear as equals? “Then why don’t you come a little closer?” Ivar purred innocently and motioned her with his index and middle finger to come closer, “c’mon, I’m not a threat,” the words escaped his lips sweet as honey.” Bowing forwards, Ivar lay his hand on his stiff legs, “I am but a cripple,” extracting his arms he held up his palms and nudged his chin towards the knucklebones. “If you want me to play, you need me to get the dices, c’mon now,” he cooed. Piglet remained marble, indecisive as a startled deer, her muscles grew tense, all set to flee if provoked. “Come closer, so I can gut you like the little piglet you are!” The last set of words turned into a low growl and Ivar launched his body forwards, hands trained to adjust to the unevenness of the ground. His legs however curled up due to the pain coming from his knees, they’d still had to get used to the inevitable scraping over the floor. 

Piglet yelped and faltered back, cowering away into the corner near the door. The whimpering response of his useless attack was pleasing Ivar, although his shackles had embedded themselves into the skin of his ankles, tearing open old cuts; he roared in victory. Piglet covered her mouth with her hands as Ivar puffed out his chest and screamed again. A wooden bowl, chunks of dirty, rocks, everything within arms reach was lifted and thrust into her direction. 

Piglet managed to use her wrists as a shield and shrank further away from him. The madness erupting within the barn startled the animals and Ivar’s raging sounds were joined with the panicked bleating of the cattle. The noises alerted the masters and once the keys were turned, Ivar’s outburst came to a sudden end. 

Two peasants overpowered him with ease, his upper body still weakened due to hunger and overcoming pneumonia. “Don’t you dare touch me, pathetic human beings! I am a prince!” Ivar yapped and tried to sink his teeth into the wrist of one of the men. He managed to tear open his opponent’s sleeve, but the small triumph came with a terrible price. The Giant merged in between the two peasants and stomped his foot down onto Ivar’s right bicep. The immense pressure on his upper limb casted out Ivar’s rage and brought him back exactly where he was; an insignificant slave, trampled down by it’s master. Powerless, utterly and completely powerless against the men who enslaved him.

An eel slithered from his stomach up to his lungs, it’s skin touched by ice and Ivar choked up. 

In slow motion, the Giant craned his axe up, all the way over his shoulders. The man’s dead grey eyes did not focus on the fear stricken eyes of his victim, but on Ivar’s right wrist. Ivar felt his jaw drop and the eel must have eaten his tongue; because no words came out to express his pleads. To please stop, to please I’ll do anything, because if he’d lose his right hand, his entire life from this moment on, would be useless. The eel’s tail clutched his chest and slithered itself around his heart, as the Giant’s axe struck down. A crack of splintering bones silenced all sounds within the shed and Ivar felt bile rising up his throat while his trousers soaked in his own piss. 

Ivar expected pain, reflectively he clenched his teeth and squeezed his tear-ridden eyes shut. Bracing himself for the upcoming smell of blood, the sight of his own right hands spasming detached from his body on the floor and for fire to merge through every never of his wrist. 

But none of that came and laughter filled up the room. When Ivar dared to peek through his lashes, he saw the three men tower over him, nudging one another towards Ivar’s pathetic squirming state and piss stained trousers. The Giant’s axe rested upon his shoulder, it’s blade still impeccably clean.  

Ivar’s head snapped to the right side of his body. His right hand was balled into a fist, but still very much attached to his wrist. Beside him, laid a wooden bowl, split perfectly into two. 

The Giant’s bouldering laugh stopped abruptly and he brought the tip of his axe down to Ivar’s throat, applying just enough pressure to tear his skin. Ivar did not need to learn Dietsc to understand the meaning behind the Giant’s words as the man started to speak. The message was clear: obey, or lose a limb. And Ivar did something uncharacteristic; he nodded and surrendered. It was not worth losing either his right hand or his life. Not like this, not with him and his opponent in a state like this. 

Ivar cradled his right hand tightly to his chest, curling up into a ball while his shoulders shrugged from grief. He’d given every bit of his willpower to remain strong, keep his head up as all Ragnarsons would. But this was simply too much. He was entirely alone in this godforsaken place, with only a wildling as a witness of his breakdown. 

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A/N: A show of hands if you thought Ivar was going to lose his. I think this chapter was the beginning of the end. Sure, ever since being sold as a slave, Ivar grew hungry. And cold. And hurt. But I think in this chapter he realised quite brutally how absolutely powerless he is. How his life lost it’s value, completely.

Oh and the Mara, again I took a dive into Scandinavian folklore. The Mara is a demonic creature believed to be the bringer of nightmares. With Ivar’s fever and hallucinations it seemed like the perfect creature to summon up.  Please share your thoughts, I’d love to know what you think of the story. xoxoxo Nukyster 

The tagged:  @xbellaxcarolinax @youbloodymadgenius @saldelys @shannygoatgruff @apenas-mais-uma-pessoa @readsalot73 https://lauraaan182.tumblr.com/ @lauraaan182

[idrkwhatthisisimsorry]

A Secret Scent pt. 5

Summary: Dean is a Beta, and asks Y/N out, assuming her as such. She takes suppressants because she is embarrassed of being an Omega and says yes to Dean because she doesn’t want to ruin her relationship with him by saying no, hoping it can work out. That all goes down the drain when she find out Sam is an Alpha and has been hiding it for the same reasons she has.

Pairing: beta!dean x Omega!reader, alpha!sam x Omega!reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, cheating, A/B/O

Word count: 1,813

A/N: This one is kind of short, so sorry about that, but I hope you guys like it!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

You waited until the two of you got to the car before you talked about it. Why wouldn’t she give Sam the reading. What did she mean she didn’t want to give the same reading multiple times. It just didn’t add up.

“Why would she say she didn’t want to give the same reading twice? What was your reading?” He asked, still angry and confused about what happened. “I don’t want to say.” You said. It said you’d betray someone very close to you. She actually, later on told you that it would be your current boyfriend you betray with your soulmate, basically. Which you could only assume meant that you’d cheat on Sam’s brother. “Why?” Sam asked, curious what reading you could’ve gotten making you so clearly embarrassed. “Please don’t tell anyone.” you said, turning to Sam in the car that the two of you hadn’t even started. Sam held out his pinky finger, which you intertwined yours with. “Promise.” He said, smiling. “It said I would cheat on Dean. With my soulmate who would be revealed to me.” You said, looking directly into Sam’s eyes. “Wait, wait, wait. What were your cards?” He asked, shifting in his seat, possibly making a realization. “Uh... betrayal I think. Uh, unmasked or something like that and...kindred soul.” You said, confused. “Why?” You said before it clicked. The same thing twice. “Those are the same cards I got. I drew them and she told me she just must have shuffled them weird but when I redrew the cards I got the same thing again.” Sam said, smiling that he figured out what the lady meant. “What the hell does that mean?” You asked, still really confused. What the hell did it mean? “Let’s go.” You said, turning back to face forwards in your seat. Sam didn’t protest, just as confused and hopeful as you were. Did that mean-? It wasn’t possible. One of you would have known if the other was their soulmate by now.

You got home around 5:30 and went straight up to your room to change into the most comfortable pajamas you owned. After that, you texted Sam about dinner.

You: Hey, sorry. Earlier was weird and I just wanted some time by myself to think. Pizza sound good? We haven’t had it in a few weeks.

Sam: Yeah, sounds good. I’ll order. And it’s totally fine. I kind of wanted some time to think, too.

You: Glad we’re on the same page ;) But you’re definitely not ordering pizza. You’ll order a vegan or vegetarian pizza or something. I want like a meat lover’s pizza or something like that. I’m ordering

Sam: Meat lovers huh? Jk jk. It’s fine by me. Just maybe at least one vegetable...

You: Tomato is a vegetable

Sam: no.

Even after finding out that you and Sam may or may not be soulmates and you might cheat on your significant others with each other, you were still the same. No awkwardness or anything. Maybe you were soulmates.

After Sam picked up the pizza and went downstairs, starving already. “Pajamas already?” Sam asked, looking you up and down. “Yes. These are my favorite pajamas on planet earth. Don’t judge me I wanted to be comfortable.” You said in an attempt to defend yourself. “Whatever.” Sam said, smiling at you. “Why are you smiling so much?” You asked. He hadn’t stopped smiling since you came downstairs. “No reason.” Sam said, still smiling.

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“Fuck!” Sam shouted from the bathroom. You ran down the hall to see what the issue was. The door was wide open, so you looked in to see what happened. He didn’t seem hurt, but he was looking inside a pill bottle.”What’s wrong?” You asked him, worried. “I forgot I was out of suppressants. Shit.” He said, still angrily looking into the bottle before throwing it against the wall. “What’s the big deal?” You asked, confused why he always wanted to hide his scent. “Are you really asking me that? You do the same thing. Unless you want to share yours, you can’t say anything.” Sam said, angrily, immediately regretting it. “Sorry.” He said. “No, it’s fine. I understand. Not completely because I actually don’t know what you present as, but I don’t like mine either. It’s embarrassing.” You said. “I don’t really feel embarrassed by mine, I’m embarrassed with the people associated with it. Total assholes. I know that might give it away but it will probably be about a whole week before my new ones come in. Goodnight. Love ya.” Sam said, putting his hands on your shoulders to move you out of the doorway so he could get to his bedroom.

After about 10 minutes, you got a text from Sam.

Sam: Almost forgot to tell you. If you smell an unfamiliar smell, it’s probably me. But check just in case it actually is an intruder. But I’d probably already be on it. But you probably knew all of that already. Goodnight <3

You: Got it. And Sam, I just want to let you know that whatever you present as, the people who are the same aren’t you. I don’t care what you are Sam. You’re Sam. My best friend. Goodnight. Love you <3

Sam: Thank you. And I want you to know the same. You’re you.

You: This is probably something we should talk about in person, but it just makes me feel vulnerable.

Sam: We can talk about it in person if you want.

You: Na, I’m tired. Let’s just go to bed. ttyl

Sam: ttyl

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You woke up around 9:30 which was late for you considering Sam getting ready for his run at 7 always woke you up. You thought that day would be a good lazy day, so you stayed in bed. For as long as you could. You loved being wrapped up in the covers watching your favorite TV shows and reading your current book. It was heaven. Until that scent slowly started creeping into your nose. Alpha scent. Even putting your covers over your head and pressing your face into your pillow didn’t stop the scent from finding it’s way over. You wanted it to smell bad. A bad alpha smell. But it wasn’t. It was the best thing you had ever smelled. Far better that Dean’s beta smell. You tried pushing those thoughts out of your head, but you couldn’t stop them from flowing in. And then the cramps came. The most painful ones you had ever had. Before you passed out, you tried rushing to the bathroom to take some of your suppressants and maybe an advil or 6, but you couldn’t keep yourself from falling to the ground from pain. Sam was down the hall in his room when he heard you suddenly run down the hall and collapse.

He ran down the hall towards you, scared to death you had hurt yourself. “Y/N!” He said, running to your side, seeing you lying on the floor, curled in a ball. The second he entered the bathroom though, he got a whiff of your scent. “You’re an omega?” Sam asked, genuinely surprised. “Yeah, and you wouldn’t know if your goddamn scent hadn’t brought on my heat. Did you know that I’m on the strongest suppressants in existence?” You said, chuckling a little bit. “Are you okay?” Sam asked, sitting you up. “Sam Winchester; do I look okay?” You said, looking into his eyes. Another one of those looks. He leaned down and kissed you. Much more intense than the previous kisses you had received from him. You broke the kiss as you felt another painful cramp in your stomach. “Sam.” You said in a low voice, and he knew what that meant. You needed him. It was his fault you were like this, and he needed to help you.

Sam lifted you up, wrapping both your legs around his waist, kissing you hard. “You’re my omega.” Sam growled, throwing you onto his bed. “I’m your omega.” You said. Your favorite pajamas needed washed after this. You knew that your slick had no doubt soaked through your bottoms. But, they were soon ripped off of you and thrown onto the floor. You and Sam practically ripped each other’s clothing off, you needed each other so badly. “Sam, please.” You begged, as Sam kissed down to your stomach towards your dripping pussy. You writhed underneath him as he placed kisses on your thighs right next to where you wanted him the most. Finally, Sam got the hint and brought his mouth to your core. Helicked up and down your folds, tasting every bit of your slick before taking your throbbing bud in his mouth. “Fuck!” You cried, loving the feeling of Sam’s mouth on you. As Sam continued to suck on your clit, he pressed two of his fingers into you, earning a hearty moan from your mouth. Soon, Sam had you screaming his name in pleasure as you came. “Fuck, yes! Sam!” you screamed. He kissed back up your stomach as you came down from your high. “Sam.” You said, wanting him inside you. “Who?” Sam asked, his eyes filled with pure lust. “Alpha.” You moaned, as Sam gave you what you wanted. Sam lined himself up with you and slammed into you fast and hard. Keeping a fast pace, it wasn’t long before you were screaming again. “Yes! YES! ALPHA!” You screamed as you came again, Sam not letting you come down easily this time, still keeping the pace. He leaned down and growled in your ear, “My omega.” He said, making you moan. “My alpha.” You said, grinning at him. “Can I kn-” Sam said before you cut him off with your own words. “Knot in me, Alpha.” You said, returning him the same lust filled look he had given you earlier. “Fuck!” Sam growled, coming as his not expanded inside of you. He just lay on top of you, waiting for the swelling down as he began kissing and sucking at the sensitive parts of his neck. “Don’t mark me, Sam.” You said, although you did want him to. “Why?” Sam asked, looking hurt. “We need to talk to our significant others first. Break things off. You know how hard that would be to hide?” You said, sudden guilt washing over you, realizing you had just fucked your boyfriend’s brother. “I get it. That would be kinda hard to hide.” Sam said, chuckling. “Sam, believe me, if I had it my way, you would have claimed me a long time ago.” You said smiling at him. Sam, his knot finally swelling down, pulled out of you and rolled over next to you, pulling you into him. “I love you so goddamn much and I’m so sorry that I didn’t do anything about it sooner.” He said, kissing you on the lips.

Part 6

[missinconsistent]

Why I Hate Powerpuff Girls- The Power of Four

1. Bliss’ design. I know this isn't anything new. We’ve all heard “she looks like a Deviantart OC” but it’s true. Tumblr likes to defend the concept of OCs but there’s still such a thing as bad character design especially when it’s in an actual cartoon. Her unnatural bright blue hair stands out a lot, I would’ve preferred if they made her hair brown or black rather than a colour you’d find straight from an anime.

There’s also the issue with her lower half. People were upset about the hips, assuming Cartoon Network let Bliss have such curves because she’s black but after seeing her freakishly long legs, viewers realized the hips were there to add to her age. The rest of her body is proportionate for a PPG so when her legs are twice her size it looks incredibly jarring and disproportionate. I get she’s supposed to look older but it looks like the only thing that grew was her lower half. Look at the episode “The City of Clipsville” from the original PPG when the girls transform themselves into teenagers, you’ll see that their whole body looks more evened out.

2. Bliss’ Origin Story. Bliss was Professor Utonium’s first Powerpuff girl before Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup. Her name is actually Blisstina (which sounds ridiculous, just call her Bliss). She was made with “sugar, spice, and Chemical W”. Bliss couldn't control her powers and destroyed everything around her unable to maintain it. When she accidentally blew up the Professor’s house she ran away and shut herself out in a deserted island where she grew up. 

I find her story lazy. Chemical W is an obvious knock off to Chemical X, just slapping another letter on it seemed indolent. The fact that sugar and spice was apart of the formula is confusing since those ingredients created Bubbled and Buttercup separately but in Bliss’ case it created one person instead of two. The fact that Professor Utonium even had another girl before the three is already unsettling for those who enjoyed the original series such as myself. It means that Professor Utonium messed up creating “perfect little girls” by accidentally adding in a chemical concoction twice. Then after losing a child Professor kept quiet about it and didn’t tell the girls about their long lost sister until Bliss revealed herself after returning from the island.

Bliss living majority of her life on an uncharted island is the most laziest thing about this back story. The writers didn’t know how to explain Bliss’ long absence from the show and the best thing they could think of was Bliss isolating herself from the entire world completely. Not only that but she didn’t even train to control her powers while living in the island. She returned back to Townsville after leaving because she couldn't control her powers, so why did she come back after still having the same problem?

3. They slut-shame Wonder Woman. In the episode the four girls go shopping for new superhero costumes even though there’s nothing wrong with the ones they have now and they don't find anything at the end making the entire scene pointless. While shopping, Bliss pulls out a super suit that resembles the one the Wonder Woman wears. Buttercup actually says “Where’s the rest of it?” and Blossom gives it a hard “pass”. They actually called Wonder Woman, the iconic superhero, a slut for her outfit. But then again the reboot also removed Ms. Bellum after deeming her too inappropriate for kids, and even redrew Ms. Keen, getting rid of her small boobs. 

It especially bothers me that we hear Blossom rejecting the Wonder Woman super suit. In the original PPG you would know that Blossom actually likes Wonder Woman. In the episode “Super Zeroes” Blossom is inspired by Freedom Gal, who resembles Wonder Woman, when the three girls try to move independently. In the episode “Equal Fight” when Femme Fatale asks the girls to name female super heroes, Blossom names Wonder Woman.

4. The show fails at continuity from the previous series. The last two arguments already prove the shows failure to recognize what has already been done in the original PPG but here’s yet another example. The girls’ shopping trip is interrupted when Gnat tries to destroy the Powerpuff Girls. When the girls fail to recognize him, Gnat tells them he is their “oldest enemy”. If you’ve seen the episode “Mr. Mojo’s Rising” or The Powerpuff Girls Movie you would know their oldest enemy is actually Mojo Jojo.

And as everyone has been saying since the announcement of this episode: Bunny was the first fourth Powerpuff Girl, she even had purple to but I’ve let it go.

5. Him. After removing villains such as the Ameoba Boys, Gang Green Gang, Fuzzy Lumpkin, Sedusa and so on you sure as hell bet the reboot keeps the literal cross-dressing demon himself. When Bliss was on the island she made a friend with a baby elephant named Mi. Because elephants live in tropical islands I guess. It felt like an unnecessary companion, like a familiar in an anime, but it’s later revealed that elephant is actually Him.

The problem I have with that is why did Him wait so long? Him befriended Bliss before Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup were even born so no one was stopping him if he wanted to do something evil, but he waited for Bliss to return to Townsville. And the three girls met Him before so when did he have time to switch back and forth fighting the girls and being an elephant?

Why did Him even need Bliss’ powers? When Him possesses Bliss he uses his power to spin the rings of Saturn so fast it’s like a buzz saw before pulling the planet towards Earth so it can saw it in half. Is that something only Bliss can do?

6. Mojo Jojo saves Bliss. So Bliss is under the control of Him and the girls are having trouble defeating him. It would have been nice if it was the Professor who would make a move as a good parental figure by trying to stop Him, proving how sorry he is and showing his lover as a father, but he continues to be a shitty dad and do nothing. When the Powerpuff girls are in a bind, it’s one of their arch enemies Mojo Jojo who saves the day. It’s another example of lazy writing. The writers had no idea how to actually defeat Him/Bliss so they have Mojo Jojo wanting to save Bliss for no reason. He conveniently invents a bomb which can separate the two. To make it look like it’s the girls who’s fighting, it’s Bubbles who uses her Green Lantern powers to whack the bomb and hit Him/Bliss reversing Him’s deal.

7. It makes a reference to anime. Him continues his rampage by becoming a giant monster destroying the city. The girls, including Bliss, team up to defeat Him and have a literal transformation scene where the girls circle around Bliss, all their eyes closed and become shining silhouettes, all with the typical anime background behind them as an actual Japanese song plays during all of it.

The four girls combine their Green Lantern powers to make a Dynamo knock off. Dynamo was also a reference to anime, specifically the mecha genre, but it wasn't so cringy as to have Japanese music playing. To make it worse a bystander in sunglasses says in an Asian accent “Huh!? Look! The Powerpuff girls have bond into one giant Powerpuff girl! Let the fight begin!” Swiping off her sunglasses revealing a pair of sparkly anime eyes.

They proceed to fight Him swinging katanas swords before the girls destroy Him with some super beam.

8. The ending. The episode ends with Saturn creating an “interstellar imbalance” so Bliss has to use her powers to take Saturn back to where it belongs and will probably never come back because the writers know that in the end the PPG are Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup. So after being isolated from the world her whole life in an island she ends up having to go into space and fly all by herself for who knows how long.

I know a lot of people were psyched to have a black Powerpuff Girl, and that is really cool, but it’s a shame that the representation was included in such poor writing. It’s so hard to look at what Powerpuff Girls has become as someone who was a huge fan of it during my childhood. 

[roselovesanimation]

Summary of Week - 3/4/17 - 9/4/17

Monday: I animated Scene 1′s last background character, who just tilts their head on a loop. I then worked on finishing my essay so I emailed that to Sarah as the deadline is this Friday. I then worked on breaking down the shots I need to work on this week and decided to start animating Scene 9B in terms of main character animation. I started with the SENCO and animated him in 10 second intervals as I split that scene equally into 10 seconds x 3 based on how the audio timings work. I then rendered the first 2 sections of his animation. I then did the same thing with Terry’s Dad animation and worked on the timings of his wave as it has to be in response to the SENCO waving so I imported that animation into my rig file. I then changed the design of Terry’s Dad’s hand as it needed to be a palm so I redrew that in Photoshop and reloaded it in so it worked. I then rendered his animation and arranged both characters within the Scene 9B and adjusted the scale etc. I then spoke to the 2nd Years a bit as their deadline for the 30 second animation was that day and I will get their work off them soon so that I can send it to Candice. 

Tuesday: I keep animating Scene 9B. I decided to start working on Terry’s first 20 seconds and then put that in the scene but as I was animating the last 10 but I changed her eye positions to fit better so i decided to render it as one 30 second png sequence so it all runs together smoothly. I then arranged her in the scene and scaled her correctly. 1st china meeting I’ve been to, finished visas got new photo taken for it - turns out i have to get it sorted later as i need my passport for canada lmao

Wednesday: I then worked on finishing the SENCO animation for s9b (last 10 seconds of 9B), discovered the brush tool in After Effects so “photoshopped” a duplicate hand of the SENCO’s to make it like a palm!! and animated his hand changing to a palm so that the action works better when he lifts his arm to show terry into the school. rendered the whole thing as 28 seconds as i changed the timings etc. and then had a zoom in when the correct choice is made so I can imitate Terry walking into the school and so the Dad is out of shot when he talks which emphasises he is leaving when he says bye! I then worked on the last 6 seconds of animation for the Dad which just meant adding 6 seconds to the original composition and re rendering it as he goes out of shot anyway and had to animate him moving out just a bit. I just need to animate background characters for 28 seconds.

I then started to work on Scene 10. the scene is actually 30 seconds long (I accidentally wrote it was 20 seconds), so I split it into two sections in terms of animating, 1-26 seconds=Intro and 26-30 seconds=Loop, so I started to work on the SENCO first. I decided to animate him lifting up his arm to show the room and decided to animate him flipping his wrist to his palm which I’m glad I did as it makes it a bit more real in a way? This lasted 10 seconds (and happens 16 seconds in when I timed it up to the dialogue), I then just had him blinking for the rest of that time (26 seconds). and then added on the 4 seconds at the end so it’s one 30 second composition.

Thursday: I worked on Terry’s animation in Scene 10, actually animated her in a walk cycle following my blog post from the last time i did it which was super helpful. So that is a 1 second loop and then animated the stop which is one second but holds for a bit and she moves her eyes and smiles in a 10 second animation. I then put it in a loop for 16 seconds + the 10 second stop animation that payses in a composition that lasts 30 seconds and then moved it across Scene 10 in 16 seconds and it timed up perfectly in the distance she travels! :D I just need to adjust the timing of the SENCO moving is arm as it is a bit later in the audio and the Scene 10 intro is done (also added a zoom out as it makes it more interesting). After I did this I worked on the 4 bits of individual animation that happen in this shot and referenced back to my Animatic so I know what the angle is for each. Before I started animating Terry for that, I wanted to see how far I’ve got with animating so far so I put all my finished animations into premiere, which will help with me editing sound at a later point. Then I animated all 4 x 5 second animations which took a while but I’m happy with them all. (Fishtank/Sitting on a bean bag/Radio/Painting)

Friday: I made final changes to my essay and handed that in. I then worked on readjusting the Radio scene so you can’t see Terry’s legs as they look weird, so it’s zoomed in more and it looks better now. I also worked on adjusting scenes I’ve finished so I could start to render them. I also had feedback with Sarah and realised I wouldn’t be seeing her for 5 weeks because of both our travelling schedules! I decided to upload my work so far to Fast Folders so all that needs to be added is a finished animation. I then went collected the 2nd Years 30 second animations so I can upload them to Box so Candice can see their finished work, they did really well and I’m happy with both groups outcomes. I then had a chat to Andrew and he helped me fix my “fake” walk cycle in Scene 9B and we had a chat about my work and what i’m doing next and he helped me out my drawing side/3/4 versions of Terry so I need to do a proper turn around when I start planning to make a Stop Motion puppet version of her in the end of May/beginning of June. I mainly spent my afternoon rendering finished animations so that I can work on the sound for each of those scenes in Premiere over the weekend and it means that new week the only things open in my After Effects animation file are things I need to start and finish animating.

Weekend: I plan on finishing S5.3 Terry’s Sketchbook animation and working on sound editing in Premiere.