#I figured it out u don’t need to make art that u put a lot of effort in to get attention u just gotta make a shitpost that u thought of on

[gelatinorifice]

I can’t fucking believe my stupid BALLS post is getting notes. Why are all my posts that gain traction in a sudden and short amount of time both about PENIS

[hyperballart]

pls we need what happens after patrick finds repressed art's porn history pls pls pls 🙏🙏🙏

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they definitely don’t want to bring it up out of guilt from both sides. patrick wants art to be selfish for once, for him to take what he wants from him and let go, but that’s a wish that would be hard to come by. art is in a different headspace — he finds it difficult to sleep next to patrick for the first time in the years since they’ve started pushing their beds together (they always said they were too small but won’t admit that it’s because they like staying close.) he’s paranoid of acting on all the wet dreams he’s been having, waking up with a gasp and grinding his cock with the mattress until he runs to the bathroom and waits for it to go down.

it seems as if their overthinking paired up and cruelly manifested the present; where patrick is rudely forced awake at an ungodly hour by some rustling. he is used to art kicking the blankets off in his sleep and he’s about to pull the duvet over himself with a huff when he suddenly realizes he is actually warm — too warm, in fact. it’s then when he registers the whining, an incoherent chant coming from the body that is directly pressed behind his own.

he doesn’t move. art is asleep, but he grinds into patrick from behind, fully hard and almost piercing through his boxers. they’re not cuddlers so patrick is confused even more when he feels the tightening grip art’s arms holding him. he really is at a loss of knowing what to do, the moment his brain computed that his best friend was using him to get off from a wet dream his mind fogged and cock twitched in interest.

a particular push of art’s hips has him moaning subconsciously, he quickly shuts his mouth, but when art suddenly groans out a patrick, nnghh a louder sound escapes him. that is what jolts the blonde awake. it takes him about 30 seconds of silence to understand the scene and figure out that patrick was conscious to know as well. his face is burning and he flops on his back while he tries to say something, “oh my fucking god, i don’t know what— it’s not what it looked like,” and he can hear patrick stifle a laugh.

“are you good?” patrick sounds a lot more calm than what the situation calls for, as if he’s not leaking through his underwear. art shoots him a look even though the darkness of the bedroom conceals his expression, “sorry, lately i’ve been a little off. i haven’t really — um — you know, gotten off in a while or whatever,” he’s scrambling, “i was just having a dream, i guess — and um, you were there and i don’t know.”

patrick opens his mouth without thinking, “why are you making this weird, man, i don’t mind.” a beat of silence.

“what?”

“what i’m saying is, you’re my best friend. i’m doing you a solid,” he tries to rationalize without sounding desperate, “you just need a warm body s’all, you can keep going — it’s not like we’re technically touching each other.”

after a bit of dubious back and forth, art hesitantly brushes up against patrick’s ass and let’s out a long sigh. patrick feels him holding back and he puts a stop to it quickly, “it’s okay artie, do what feels good.”

and so, he does. the tent in his boxers is so hard and warm against patrick, he makes shallow grinds and keens when the brunet subtly arches his back to push back. “f—fuck patrick, i can’t stop , ah—“

“don’t fucking stop art, i know it feels good—hmm,” art’s hands grip the sheets to keep them from grasping at patrick. he takes a peek over his shoulder and sees his friend’s bare chest; dusted by hair and filled out with muscle. his eyes trail lower and he sees the way his stomach is sucking in deep breaths of his restrained arousal, but then he looks lower and spots that he is also very hard — the sight pushes him to a hard thrust and a whine.

the fact that he has been wanting this for a long time (even if unknowingly) makes it so much hotter. the fantasy of seeing the cocky boy he’s shared clothes and cigarettes with struggling to act unaffected — eyes shut and lip held between teeth — is quickly sending him to his end.

“patrick — i think i’m gonna —“ art can’t stop himself from letting go of the duvet and grasping on to patrick’s hips instead and making him fuck back on his cock through the fabric. “oh shit, i’m there — i’m almost there, just let me use you a little more—“

patrick himself is on the verge of coming untouched, being used activates a slutty part of himself, “c’mon keep fucking me like you mean it — ah — that’s right.” he slips in something that can be misunderstood by the boy behind him in his state of ecstasy, but will still take his breath away: “cum in me, art. i want you to.”

art squeals out a pitiful sound, almost like a sob, before he spills out against patrick. his cum is bleeding through both of their boxers and none of them seem to be alarmed by this. he leaves bruises on patricks hips while he rides out his high and melts into the mattress with his mouth panting behind his neck.

when he’s coming down and gaining consciousness he mutters three words before falling back to sleep, i’m not gay.

patrick wants to bring up his search history, but he’ll save it for another day.

[prodigal-sunlight]

What do u have against ai? :(

How much time do you have?

1. Generative AI is trained on the works of artists and writers without consent or compensation. It’s literally stealing from actual people. And no, it isn’t “learning like a real person” because it isn’t a real person. It’s a program that is incapable of creating anything new of its one. All generative AI is built on theft by corporations from small independent creators.

2. It uses considerably more power than most other current technology. Like, arguably it is worse for the environment than NFTs. The amount of water it wastes is absurd, the uptick in energy usage is absurd.

3. Corporations are salivating at the chance to cut creative people out of products. They don’t want to pay people for their work because they don’t respect art and artists. As long as we live under a capitalist system, people need to be able to own what they create and be able to provide for themself with their own skills.

4. The misinformation and disinformation generative AI can cause and has ALREADY caused is insane. People have had their faces and voices stolen without consent or compensation. People can generate believable deepfakes of politicians and social figures that will degrade the truth and potentially even damage our already messed up political climate. How would you feel if someone posted a realistic video of you praising a product you never bought? Or vouching for a politician you hate? Or saying you think all gay people should die?

5. This one is just personal, but I don’t care what a machine “makes.” Creativity is special to me because it lets you see the world through someone else’s eyes. Art of all kinds—writing, art, music, roleplay—is a kind of communication. I want to communicate with people, not an inanimate object mimicking what a person would be like. The joy of art comes from creation. Reducing it to only consumption is a disservice to all humankind.

Certain scientific fields have genuine uses for other kinds of AI, and I respect that. But Generative AI is built on theft and disrespect; at best its used for shallow art that someone didn’t care enough about to make themself, at worst its used for scams, disinformation, and stripping away even more of people’s rights.

I legitimately believe there is no current ethical uses for Generative AI. Will there be one day? Its possible, but I honestly find that unlikely. For now, though, if you are pro Generative AI, please unfollow me.

I may not be the most talented artist/writer out there, but I have enough self-respect that I don’t want people who see me as replaceable by machines engaging with my creative works. I put a lot of time, passion, and love into my work. Someone who sees that as equal in worth to something an algorithm spat out in five seconds is not welcome here.

[southparkl4d]

part uhhhhh 25 wow this took me a while my confidence in making this rly deteriorated throughout the process but it turned out pretty ok i think

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Jimmy, Tweek, Clyde and Bebe take a shortcut through the North Park Funland, an abandoned amusement park stocked full of fun and definitely not infested with the undead. Clyde and Jimmy are infatuated with the empty park, thinking it’s awesome they have this entire place to themselves. Bebe is indifferent and cool-headed, while Tweek is constantly paranoid for every step he takes.

explanations:

Everything lined in red is not actually there. Bebe, Jimmy, Clyde and even Tweek don’t see these, but rather it’s a manifestation of Tweek’s anxiety and paranoia. The entity in the mirror house, the hunter watching the group, Craig, Clyde and Tolkien being deceased, Tweek’s tears, the flashes of him being dismembered, the figure watching Tweek sitting on the bench, Bebe being eaten alive, the smoker tongue/zombie figures about to attack Jimmy and Clyde while they enter the gift shop.

The last scene with the art styles switching is supposed to be Tweek spiraling into an even worse panicked state, things becoming disoriented and abnormal. Clyde has an X over the eye that is no longer there instead of an eyepatch because Tweek is thinking back to when he first lost it, with the thought that the same fate or even worse could happen to any of them at all times if they weren’t careful enough.

The second part of the styles switching is a flashback of Tweek’s memories before the apocalypse started, walking in the school hallway. Bebe is scribbled out because he didn’t know her well back then and Clyde has his other eye. The scene fades out, thus ending the animatic, leaving Tweek’s feelings unresolved and seemingly unending.

Jimmy and Clyde barely take notice of Tweek’s mental state, and Bebe tries to help but doesn’t fully understand what Tweek needs for support. He’s keeping a lot of his feelings internal, rather than normally yelling and expressing his emotions due to not wanting to attract a horde and killing himself and his group.

what was the point of this animatic:

to shine a light on how tweek is handling his anxiety throughout the apocalypse, and the negative effects it brings to him mentally

sry i hope this makes sense i literally had no plan while i was making this 3/4s of this was made up on the spot lol i have homework to do man

also a huge huge ginormous thank u to everyone who drew a frame for the last scene i seriously appreciate u putting time into making something for my au thats actually so awesome

❗️SLIDE 30 OF LAST SCENE CREDIT WAS FORGOTTEN - @moltergeist ON TUMBLR

[cosmiclion]

Some ppl have shown interest in my lil self indulgent YOI AU (tl;dr if u haven't seen my previous posts: the only difference is that Viktor and Yurio are half siblings -on their mother's side, so that each keeps their respective last name- and the parents aren't around anymore by the time Yurio is 6 so he spends half his off time with Viktor and the other half with Nikolai), so I made more art of it bc it brings me joy 👉👈 And then I felt like writing a lil something to go with the piece bc why not, I very rarely write but when I do it's so much fun. Text under the cut.

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“I did great, right, Vitya?” the little blonde boy asked excitedly as the silver haired teenager crouched down before him to pull up the zipper of his parka. A brown standard poodle pranced happily around them.

The older boy smiled fondly. “You were amazing, Yurochka.” He squeezed his cheeks and chuckled at the noise of indignation that came in response. “I’m sorry, mama and papa couldn’t come to see you skate today either. But grandpa took a lot of photos and videos to show them.” He adjusted the hat on the kid’s head before standing up. “Now come on, let’s not keep him waiting.”

Little Yuri’s eyes lit up at the sight of Nikolai near the exit and he dashed towards the man, Makkachin trotting after him and Viktor following close behind. The kid talked their ears off during the short walk to the car and during the whole ride, through mouthfuls of the pirozhki his grandfather had brought, proudly boasting about every new thing he could do on the ice now. Seated next to him on the backseat to keep an eye on his greedy dog, Viktor just listened and nodded along, trying and failing not to let his mind drift off.

At only 17, figure skating genius Viktor Nikiforov was under an enormous amount of pressure that had nothing to do with any competition. Even for someone who spent as much time away as he did, it was hard to miss that things had been going not so great at home. He had left in pursuit of his dreams long before Yuri was born, only to come back sporadically and spend short periods with his family before going away again, but he had to be blind not to notice just how starved for attention his younger brother was and just how absent his mother and her new husband were.

For a long time now, Nikolai had been putting in the work of being there emotionally for Yuri since his parents barely had time for him and his brother said hi to him only through video calls more often than not, so the least the latter could do to make up for it was to spend as much time with him as possible during the off season. At least Yuri didn’t seem to resent him, if anything he seemed to admire him more and more, and the teenager had gotten used to having the kid following him around like a duckling when they were together. At only 17, figure skating genius Viktor Nikiforov felt like a surrogate parent.

Suddenly, a finger poked the whorl on Viktor’s hair. “You’re distracted!” Yuri protested.

Viktor hadn’t even noticed that Yuri had taken his seatbelt off and stood up on the seat. “Sorry, sorry. Now please sit back down, that’s dangerous.”

Yuri obeyed but narrowed his eyes as Viktor re-adjusted the seatbelt. “You get distracted a lot. And you often forget things. Are you getting old?”

Viktor gave him a half offended, half amused look. Nikolai snorted a laugh from the driver’s seat. “If Viktor is old where does that leave me? Ha! But do listen to your brother, having to keep my eyes on the road is enough responsibility.”

“Sorry~!” Yuri sang almost innocently. He dug into the paper bag he was holding and took out another bun before resuming his incessant chatter. He talked so fast that Viktor wondered whether he actually needed to breathe. “If you’re getting old does that mean you’ll retire soon? Can you coach me? Will I be just as good as you? Will I be better than you? Will I win a gold medal? Don’t answer, I bet I’ll win a gold medal soon! Just wait and see, I’ll win my own gold medal one day!”

Yuri’s enthusiasm was almost contagious. Viktor ruffled his hair, earning himself another noise of indignation. “Of course you will.”

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Some notes:

-I mentioned before that I couldn't find any official data on whether Nikolai is Yurio's maternal or paternal grandfather, but for this AU I'll assume the latter, so he and Viktor aren't related. -I almost deleted the whorl poking part, it's such a special thing between only Yuuri and Viktor that I felt like I was defiling something sacred lol. But then I thought that it'd be cute if Viktor's hair just had that effect on people. -At first I worried I had made Yurio too ooc but... he's 5 yrs old here, tbh most kids are the same at that age, just give him some time to develop his characteristic personality. Also I think it'd be both hilarious and tragic if he was a sweet adorable bby who loved his big bro before turning into an edgy teenager who hates everything ☠️

[andromeddog]

Hi! Thank you for responding to my previous ask about helmets during wwi. I was also just wondering if u have any tips for drawing hair? this is for working on art in general and not a project. i have tried to use references and sketches a bunch, have practiced a ton, but it is still difficult. i was just wondering if u have any tips for drawing hair, esp male hair? thank you!!

oh wow anon hi again, coming in hot w an interesting question bc i genuinely don’t think ive ever consciously considered or examined the way to draw hair/the way i draw hair…. (apologies in advance this got really long)

ig first of all when u mention “male hair” u mean short hair? given the men i draw r p much all historical military dudes they tend to have short short hair so im going to assume u mean that (bc i know men w very luscious locks.) drawing it is something that took me a while to get used to…… when i was into golden kamuy my fave had a buzzcut and i was struggling to find someway to showcase that without it looking like a helmet (i started to figure it out towards the end) i think the big balance there is trying to manage level of detail. w some styles u rly dont need much (buzzcut is mostly about hairline and shape of the head, i break up the smooth silhouette by adding a few lines to suggest that it’s fuzzy or spikey) and others require way more attention (wavy/curly hair comes in a variety of shapes so figuring out the specific curl pattern ur going for is crucial, fine line between showing that accurately and just making a bunch of visual noise)

(also also this is just a fact of the media im into and to b completely honest w myself and you - we’re talking mostly white dudes here in this specific post, this is not a catch all for any hair type but esp more curly/coiled hair textures. i would recommend seeking out artists of color who have more experience w that bc i do b drawing a lot of white guys! and they are not the only type of guy!)

genuinely hair can feel like more of an obstacle for me, slowing down the process for what i would rather be drawing (uniforms) so im always stoked when i can just draw a helmet (sometimes, as previously established helmets r also my mortal enemy). often times ill start with the face but skip everything above the forehead until the very end of the line art, which leaves behind a very silly looking half decapitated soldier (there’s no tip here, just a weird quirk in how i go through a piece lolll) hair on its own is usually delicate and ive never once in my life been able to render something delicately, so thank god for gross war dudes who’s hair is messy enough for my style to finally make sense

IN GENERAL…..watch out when doing the lines, you don’t need to include EVERY single hair or EVERY single lock, blank space can imply they’re there and trying to capture every single centimeter of hair can be too much in the finished product. this is something i suffer from and have talked a bit about BUT it especially rears its head (lol) when drawing hair. i just get too lost in details and then i zoom out and have an insanely dense area of detail right on top of the head that distracts from everything else below it (aka basically all the stuff i WANT to showcase). the eye will automatically b drawn to that spot and no matter how nice the rest of the drawing is ppl will b more focused on whatever the fuck i did w the hair… being frivolous w lines in general can look good when zoomed in but when zoomed out can just make the whole piece…… busy

idk if i have “tips” so much as kind of a reference for how i would go about drawing hair…. here r some examples of hair i’ve drawn that i think dont suck complete ass with a wee bit of analysis. u can tell my absolute fav thing to do is put a lot of detail right where the hair meets the forehead- idk why i just think it makes that intersection more visually appealing.

when im beginning to draw hair i start w the head shape and where approximately the hairline is. then i kind of block off the general shape of the hair on top of that- getting an accurate idea of the boundaries and being able to fill in the details within that space. i try to identify the big “chunks” of hair, the major shapes/flow within the entire shape itself. longer/thicker lines segment those, and then i can fill in that space w shorter/lighter lines to show more detail (if im using a brush w line weight, if im doing mono line i feel my style skews more simple to make up for the lack of line weight)

the next step is a slightly more cleaned up version, getting a better idea of the silhouette and general hair direction. then its lines! and i spend 3 million years destroying my wrist and trying to make sense of earlier sketches…. esp w curly hair oh my god. truthfully i’m still trying to find a balance between “too much” and “not enough” when it comes to curls. again, i have a tendency to go overboard with detail!

also this is a personal plea, but if that hairline is receding, PLEASE for the love of god make sure to include that hairline receding. the hairline is one of those little things that can really help capture likeness; getting it wrong will result in a certain “off-ness” that can make u confused or frustrated as to why this guy doesn’t look quite right. u can also get one of those weird style conflicts where ppl who usually draw younger “””attractive””” men try to draw an older one and it’s very clear they r unwilling to do anything to make the older man look another other than like, 25. (or, from their perspective, unattractive) (i could get up on my soapbox about ppl’s unwillingness to even consider drawing features that aren’t like iphone face hot but that’s my hot take and no one asked) one thing i personally strive for in my work is an accurate depiction, or as close as i can manage w my skills being where they are, so i push that hairline back and i do it will all the love in my heart

ALL OF THIS TO SAY…… idk. this is just my general process, what i’ve been doing and what works for me. maybe it doesn’t make sense or won’t work for you. i will b the first to admit hair is not my strongest skill! i will also b the first to admit my work in general is far from perfect, i have a lot to learn in p much any and all conceivable ways!! but i hope this small novel helped even a little???? anyway have a great day anon mwah mwah mwah 💕✨🦆

[xxwelxx]

Can I request wxs at the beach!!

ANON I AM SO SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

I hope u can accept WxS Alien Beach Wear as an apology and fulfillment of this request ;_;

(More under cut)

At first I tried a normal WxS at the beach, but for the LIFE of me I couldn’t do it, I still don’t know why. Maybe it was art block or smth. Still I couldn’t do it. THEN a few days I don’t know what possessed me and I was like “what if I drew alien wxs at the beach hahahahaha how hard can that be” suddenly my whole world was refilled with color and I finally had a clear vision of something I could do for this request.

Unfortunately that meant I needed to not only create spacey beach wear, but also I HAD to think of how a beach in outer space would look like for jelly aliens. (No one but myself is holding me to this standard)

This is where I must regrettably come to you a little empty handed, as I still have not fully figured out the logistics of how I’d want a space beach to look and interact with any characters I choose to put in it, let alone something I am able to DRAW. LIKE WHAT DOES A PALM TREE LOOK LIKE IN SPACE ?!?

I have a few ideas of what I’m aiming for, but there’s truly so many sparkles you can add to something in attempt to fix it before realizing there’s a lot more thinking that needs to go into this 🥀🥀

To what I did finish.. I didn’t think it would take this long either. Coming up with all the outfit ideas took like an hour. Actually drawing them and adjusting them to my liking took a couple more days. I breached a hundred layers on this canvas when my usual is around 50 layers on the heavier side. Working with transparency is a little tough because of that. I also had so much trouble with the anatomy for some reason n I still feel like some of the designs looked better in the sketches, maybe coz I’m not used to making bases or smth but WHATEVER I did it and it’s done.

That being said, I spent a lot of brain power on this and idk if it’s likely I’ll revisit them for a whileee. So if anyone else sees this and is interested in drawing them in these outfits or writing or anything, you can do so without asking (but do show me please I would sob if you did it would make me so so happy)

This wasn’t a complete waste for me though, as I’ve been thinking of exploring what they’d be like as aliens so I could create smth either by drawing or dipping my toes into writing.

Whatever the case, I want to thank you for sending me a request, it meant a lot to me. I like feeling that the art I spend time on is being seen by someone. Much love 💖💖

[a-clown-with-wings]

can I have an outline of how you draw bodies for reference please ^^ if u can and want too

I’m not good with tutorials because I’ve never been asked, but I’ll try my best tee hee

Also forgive the crusty art, it’s 2 am and I’m drawing mermaids.

Now, personally, I have a very different style that’s mainly culminated of many other styles that I have studied from other artists that I like, so this might not work for you or any other person that sees this, but I think trying in general is a big step in the right direction!

1. BLOCKING!!

Funny enough, I just started this step very recently, so if anything, it’s just an extra step to make sure everything is right. It’s actually helped me quite a lot since I have problems with anatomy and posing, so I really recommend it as a first step.

Think of it as a really messy sketch. In this step, you can do literally anything without being upset for getting frustrated because it doesn’t look right. It’s just a silhouette of an idea that you will expand on in the next step. I also recommend this for character design since silhouette is a BIG part of it and can make or break a line of characters. The last thing you want is for everyone character to look like a recolor of each other. ^^’

2. SHAPES!

I cannot stress enough how important shape language is for literally every single thing. Everything is made of shapes. People, animals, buildings, food. It all can be broken down into squares and circles. This is a part of anatomy that takes a little study, but once you get it, you get it.

For me, it’s changed a lot, but to put it simply: trapezoid and triangles. That’s all you really need for torsos really.

Now, for people of different body types, that’s a whole different story. Of course pear shaped people are not going to be built the same as people that are under rectangle or apple. That’s for another day, though. Slow and steady winds the race. If you take in too much, you’ll stress yourself out.

3. DETAILS!

Warning! If this part stresses you out the most, you are not alone.

I am better at drawing women and femmes because that was what my first Ocs were, so I’m still learning maize anatomy, but whatever. Nothing to worry about now.

This is completely reliant on what the person looks like. People have different bodies so not everyone is going to have a perfect hourglass figure. That being said, simply making the body wider or taller is not enough!! People have fat, it’s just one of the many things we are made of. Some people have more, some have less.

Think of it like a blanket almost. If you were to put a bed sheet over a chair, you would be able to see almost everything regarding the shape of it. If it was made of something thicker, like chunky crochet yarn, it would be harder to see the shape of the chair underneath. That’s putting it very simply. Things like muscle and stuff would be like throwing clothes onto the chair before putting the blanket on. Not a nursing major or anything, so take this with a grain of salt. I’m a stupid little guy.

It would take me forever to explain all of this, so I suggest looking into it on your own time in order to get a more in depth understanding of bodies and stuff like that. :)

EXTRAS!

If you haven’t noticed already p, which I completely understand, I am not that good at robots. I joined fnaf when Security Breach came out cus I like Suna nd Moon and I started this account with the intent of gaining an audience for my other Ocs. You goobers reeled me in and now I’m stuck here.

Anyway, when it comes to metal people, I draw them slightly different. They don’t have organs or anything, and are video game characters, so they don’t need a space for them. And nothing is better than saving space :)

I also make their bust a literal circle because I come on this app each day and see someone else draw them better and I start to sob uncontrollably. /j

This is completely up to you since people draw them all kinds of silly ways and I see no problem with that.

I don’t know how to end this but I hope this helped in some way :)

[ash-and-starlight]

Ciao Ash I’ve been following your work super closely for a few years and I now feel like I can ask you this, especially since you seem to be so kind with everyone and always explain yourself so well!

I work in illustration and I’ve been drawing for 10 years. For the kind of illustration I do, I rarely have to draw characters. I can draw people, in a very detailed manner too (portraits and studies and such) but when it comes to incorporating characters in my illustration style, I just can’t seem to get it right. Especially with characters who don’t exist so if I want to do fanart, I always have to do it in a way that is not very coherent to my illustration style. Which is unfortunate since I’m in a lot of fandoms and would really like to make fanart I like.

I rely on references a lot, so if I have to draw someone who exists in my style, I struggle and study and put a lot of work and time in but then I’m mostly able to. But characters from fiction? Absolutely not. I especially struggle with consistency: the character always looks different every time I draw them, no matter how many notes on their physiognomy I make…the fact that’s not a real person I can copy the features of on paper really hinders my practice. I also struggle with immediacy and synthesis: since they never look the same I always end up over - characterizing them and that is the opposite of how I illustrate.

How were you able to maintain such a consistent and stable look to these characters? Is there something I don’t know of or that I haven’t been doing and that I should? You really inspire me and I admire your work SO much! It’s remarkable how you built such a recognizable look.

Ti prego aiutami sto diventando pazzo in culo se non risolvo questa cosa voglio disegnare i miei blorbi !!!!

All the love,

Elio

Ciaooo aaa ty for the nice wordsss :’))

and ok i will try to answer as best as i can bc i’m not a professional in the slightest and also i basically have the diametrically opposite problem as you 😭 90% of my art is blorbo oriented i’m a blorbo artist first human being second. but it’s not like i have the charisma uniqueness nerve and talent to stray much from that.

ANYWAY that being said i’m sorry to give you the Very Hated answer of “u just gotta practice” but i think that’s true! i think drawing characters outside of studies (which are always nice and good etc) might not be something you’re used to, and u just need to stretch your drawing muscles a bit in that direction too!! style and consistency are something that develop organically, so i’m sure that if you keep trying you’ll look at your art one day and be like “oh shit this works!”

Usually when i draw characters i’ve never drawn before i make little studies/portraits to figure out how to draw them (evidence 1/2/3/4) which i think could be a pretty low stake way for you to practice? like maybe you can start off with one referenced portrait and then try to draw the same face from other angles but without looking at that reference and just try to figure out what are the important features that make that face recognizable? Expression sheets are another way u could do this, and then you’d have a nice self made reference board for next time.

or you could start smaller and draw different shapes of eyes/noses/mouths etc to get the hang of it, and once you’re satisfied start building your character with the features you’ve drawn

lastly i cannot stress this enough draw that blorbo NOW!! get fucking obsessed with that freak!!! let them fuel you with the brainrotting blazing passion of 28473 suns and you’ll manage to draw a hundred beautiful faces without even noticing

spero che tu riesca a cavar fuori qualcosa di utile da questo sfaso 😭 in ogni caso sono sicura che riuscirai a disegnare i tuoi blorbini devi solo smadonnare un po’ quando necessario e andare avanti 💕

grazie mille ancoraaaa mwah

[rin-and-jade]

hai! so um. very rambly but. what to do when u feel distressed about the possibility of not being a system? like in the moment and near future what can you do to feel better and calmer about it? at this point in time, calling myself multiple, system, more than one, etc feels right. before I was afraid and just wanted to be one person, but now I am embracing it and this is what I want. now it feels scary to lose that. I am afraid that I am wrong.. and that if I am wrong then I cannot call myself multiple/system anymore.

I feel wrong especially because I cannot hear or meet anyone and I only know three(me included.. whoever me is). I do not always relate to other systems. what if my alters are just personifications of emotions/traits I have? what if I’ve like.. named my cringe happy self and named my angry self that wants to surpress that.. etc. built them identity even tho they don’t exist. how do I know?

for some reason my “what if I’m wrong” fear feels more scary this time? I’m sorry I have sent an ask about this before. I guess just how do I chill out? how can I be certain if someone is an alter.. and be less stressed out? hm. there’s a lot of lists out there that are like “signs ur a system” .. what about “signs that u aren’t” lol. if I feel sooo ready to accept (possibly) being a system and meeting others.. why do I still feel sooo much doubt and make little/no progress? smh. I’m going to try to meditate……. but what if it doesn’t work.. does that mean I am wrong? .. lol .. am I doomed to be in this cycle of doubt forever

I'm sorry that you're going through a frustrating situation with a lot of doubts,,

It may be scary that you were wrong, maybe its scary to imagine if what you thought was right or feel accurate turned out to be the opposite--society doesn't put a lot of emphasis on trial and error, they just love the end results that should be perfect. That's in fantasy land, girl.

It is OKAY to not have things figured out immediately, it is okay that you got the wrong answers because it means you're learning and understanding. Sometimes mazes needed a few takes to find the exit, rarely enough we happen to found that route as smooth as butter,, it is okay to backtrack and continue the path that brings you toward the goal--there is no wrong or right, there is only two things, the ones you align with, and the ones you don't (which then society labels it as right or wrong)

Doubt can be fought, the first step is learning to be aware that the things you worry about are not immediately correct (just like anxiety, just like bias) and remind yourself that actions or results speaks for themselves--no matter how much you feel you can't do X or assuming when you don't have Y!

One example is you doubt your art is appealing in your own taste or success, but many people loved them, this situation is where your worst expectations are not as how you thought, they were false instead. So, if you do doubt, lets back them up with actual evidence first and not without any empirical proof okay? (Assuming we blindly believe our thoughts are correct without any proven facts, which distorts our view on the situation)

Good luck, you can come back anytime too whenever you need!

- c

[star-child-writes]

💥💥CHAPTER 2 HAS BEEN POSTED✨✨

U can read it here:

Or under the cut

Have an excellent day/ night

Chapter 2

Chapter 1, Part 2.

Now we introduce the rest of the Malto's and Jazz has some time to themselves. Jazz wanders into the barn and claims the hayloft space as her own.

I had a lot of fun with this part of the chapter so I hope y'all enjoy. There may be art at the end if I can figure out how to add it into the works.

“Hey did mom and dad tell you where they were going?” Robby poked his head around the corner of the stairs to see Mo sitting on the couch. Her face in a book on the history of Witwicky.

She spared him a glance before marking her spot with a scribbled on sticky note.

“I’m pretty sure mom said something about picking someone up at the town hall? I dunno.” She put the book aside and shuffled a pair of smiley face slippers on. Walking past him towards the kitchen.

“What were you doing this whole time anyway?”

He follows after her and grabs the teapot from its place on the stove, filling it up with water before turning the stove on.

“I had a small game with my friends. I promised them I’d show this time since I was a no show the last 9 times.” He physically cringed saying that outloud, as if it pained him so.

“Aaah~ that explains why it was so quiet in here.” She smirked slyly and he stuck his tongue out at her.

The stove clicks on as Robby places the kettle on the burner. Mo grabs two mugs out, placing them next to a box containing a small collection of teas. Robby turned and grabbed the honey from a cupboard. The two work in relative silence while gathering the materials for some quiet tea.

The weather was nice. The sun out in radiant glory, its rays bathing everything in a comforting orange and gold light. The trees swayed playfully in the small breeze; The leaves and branches casting dancing shadows on any given surface.

The kettle began to whistle and Mo turned the stove off, pouring water into the respective mugs. Robby grabbed a cinnamon-orange tea while Mo grabbed lemon tea for herself. She squeezed a liberal amount of honey into her mug then passed it to Robby who did the same. Not a word was said but the communication was clear as day between them. Nothing could be heard in the house other than the occasional clinking of spoons in mugs and the shuffling of feet.

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Sometime after the tea had cooled to a reasonable drinking temperature and half the drink itself was gone the sound of kicked up gravel could be heard approaching the house. The two hurriedly put their mugs down, hastily running through the front door to greet their parents home. The two stood at the end of the drive impatiently waiting for the car to park.

The moment the car was no longer moving they swarmed.

“Where were you?”

“You bring anything back?”

“Who were you picking up?”

“Why were you picking someone up?”

“Do you need help?”

“Did you bring anything back for us?”

The onslaught of questions seemed neverending as the parents tried to answer them before being interrupted by the slamming of a car door and the presence of a stranger making their way to the truck bed.

They heaved themself over and into the bed, grabbing a suitcase before sliding out again.

“The name’s Jasper but you can call me Jazz. I’m 16 going on 17 in a month and I would really appreciate it if you gave me some space real quick.” They brushed their pants off before looking up at the two.

They wore a bright orange tie on headband with neon yellow star earrings. Their shirt was a plain, grey, baggy short-sleeve and they had wide legged jeans on; A pair of scuffed up tennis completing the look.

”I don’t know how much your parents have told you so I’ll let them fill in the rest of the story.” They readjusted their backpack, pulling the suitcase behind them. They turned to face Dot and Alex,

”I’m gonna assume I’m staying in a guest room?”

Dot nodded.

“If you go up the stairs and down the hall, the very last room is for you. Feel free to move things around a bit.”

Jazz mumbled the instructions under their breath then hurriedly trudged through the front door.

The moment the screen door clicked shut after them all hell broke loose.

“Where did Jazz come from?” “Why is she staying here?” “Is she our long lost sister or something?!” The questions seemed to be never-ending and they varied in seriousness. Some entered the territory of simple curiosity while others were topics sporting a metaphorical ‘pin’.

A sharp whistle permeated the whirlwind of overlapping questions. Alex calmly brought his hand down from his mouth as Dot thanked him.

“Kids ,can I please get a word in??” She looked at them, a warning glint in her eyes.

”Jasper is going to be staying with us for the time being. She can tell you her side of things when she feels comfortable; And only if she wants to.” She points an accusatory finger at the two of them before continuing.

”Your father and I are registered as a foster home. We are what is called ‘on call housing’. Jasper happens to be an example of when the system needs sudden housing.” She sighs, kneeling while resting a hand on each of their shoulders.

”I need you both to be on your absolute best behavior. She might be a bit standoffish so just give her some much needed time and space, alright?”

”And under no circumstance do we bring up the Terrans. Understood?” Following that question was a firm squeeze and the gentle installment of motherly fear. They nodded their heads quickly and just about shouted their understanding.

“Good, I’m glad we’re all on the same page. Now if you both wouldn’t mind I need help setting up the dinner table for one more person.”

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Jasper made himself comfortable in the room that the Malto’s had provided him. It was nice, quaint even with the ceiling slanting into the room, giving it that attic type look. The walls were a pale lime green with white accents all along the baseboards. He made a mental note to make some posters ASAP ‘cause he was NOT about to look at that wall color.

There was a window across from the door that faced towards the woods on their property. He liked the view, added a nice nostalgic feel to the place. The few personal possessions he had were sprawled across the bed. He unzipped his suitcase and proceeded to shove his shirts and pants into the different drawers of the dresser.

“ I’ll just come back and organize it later…” He scrunched his face at the thought.

“ Tomorrow, I’ll organize it tomorrow.”

He grabbed one of his few jackets, shouldering it on and going back downstairs. To his left was the living room area and to his right was the kitchen. In front of him was another door, taking a breath he opened it. He was greeted with a barn and a garden next to it.

“HEADED TO THE BARN!!” He yelled to no one in particular.

He skipped over to the doors and slid one over. The hinges were surprisingly well oiled for how weathered the place looked, although there were some obvious patch jobs here and there in random order.

Once he was in what was the center of the barn he stood still while his eyes adjusted to the dim light. Once his vision were adjusted he takes a minute to just stare.

The air seems to lack that dusty quality to it that most unused barns would have. The stalls where horses or other farm animals would go are all cleaned out and or being used for storage. There’s a big wooden table pushed into the corner with what seems like jumbo sized board games and such. One stall has a plethora of Bumblebee memorabilia which he noted was a bit odd, but hey he can’t judge due to having a Grimlock sticker collection. After some time wandering the ground level he suddenly remembers that most barns, do in fact, have a hayloft. Turning his gaze upwards sure enough there is a rickety wooden ladder leading to the, once, hayloft.

After climbing the safety hazard that was the wooden ladder he finally stands in the hayloft. Now up here there was definitely more dust and mildew but still not nearly as much as expected. There was a sky light that let in some natural light into the barn itself along with a generous amount of open space that had yet to be monopolized on.

“It sure would be a shame if someone were to commandeer this here hayloft.” He spun in a wide circle, arms out like a ringmaster at a circus. Grinning, he took out his phone and took a few quick photos of the space before braving the ladder once more. Once he was back on the ground he made a hasty retreat back to the house.

“How was the barn?” His soul had left his body to quickly for him to respond right away.

Alex was standing over the stove, a pan filled with sizzling onions his art of choice.

“It was nice, I have a quick question for you.” He took a deep breath, really savoring the sweet aroma in the air before sitting at the counter.

“Fire away Jazzy!!” He waved his spatula in his direction.

“Jazz, and, I was wondering if I could use the hayloft in the barn as a crafting space? I do art therapy on Thursdays and Tuesdays and figured doing it up there would allow the house from becoming an accidental splash zone.” He sat there, tensing for the millions of different reactions that Alex could give.

It felt like a millennia before he finally responded. (It was only a few seconds)

“That sounds like a great idea Jazz!” He turned to face him, pan and hot pad in hand.

“Let's talk it over with Dottie during dinner and I’m sure she’ll love it too. Alright kiddo?” He plopped the hot pad onto the counter then smoothly placed the pan down.

“Yeah! That sounds great!; What are you making by the way?” He peered around as Alex opened the oven, revealing a baking sheet full of what appeared to be sliced beef.

“Bistek! It’s a Filipino dish that includes onions, soy sauce, a few spices I like to add and sliced beef!” He presented the sheet to Jazz before placing it on the stove.

“I keep the meat in the oven so it doesn’t get cold while I cook the onions.” He explained before wiping his hands on a kitchen towel before opening the cupboards.

“Wanna help me set the table?”

“Sure thing!” Jazz slid off his stool, coming to stand next to Alex while he was handed the plates and cutlery.

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Dinner was an experience and a half. The Maltos were a lively bunch that was for sure. Dottie was always talking about something ranger related, witch tracked but it was insane how much went into simply releasing an animal back into the wild. Robby and Mo never seemed to slow down, like ever. The two of them talked enough for the whole family. Alex was Jazz’s favorite though she wouldn’t be willing to admit that just yet. He was easily excitable any time someone mentioned his cooking or a historical site. It was actually quite refreshing how well done the food was for once. She was way too used to salt and pepper dinners for it to be healthy. Dottie was okay with Jazz using the hayloft as an art space under the condition that she give them a heads up before heading up. It was a little odd but easily brushed off in her mind. Maybe they just wanted to know where to look for her in times of need or something like that.

When dinner was finished she stayed behind to help with dishes and cleanup. The nightly routines were quick and efficient along with being really satisfying to watch. Considering that all she did was brush her teeth along with a quick rag wash and moisturize the Malto kids were surprisingly clean and it made her feel just a tad dirty being there.

Once she was alone in her new room she shuffled over to her backpack, fishing out earbuds and an airpod. She only used it for music and the occasional solitaire game. Tossing that onto the bed she turned and shuffled over to the dresser where she had stuffed her clothes earlier in the day. Grabbing a worn and tattered graphic tee and a pair of basketball shorts she shed her day clothes. Once she was all settled into bed she chose a random playlist, pressing shuffle before finally going to sleep. The day had finally come to an end and she had never felt more at peace in her life. She could get used to this she thought before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

End of chapter 1 (pt 2)

[lothirielswandc]

HOMEWRECKER (LOVE + FEAR)

Read on AO3 here!

— E P I L O G U E — 

— L E G I O N   O F   D O O M   H Q —

The ghostly pallor seared his eyes. Holograms hummed around him. They made it easier to pretend Lex wasn't there. 

“You won't let this go, will you?” Lex appeared spectral, bathed in the moonlike shine. An annoying figment of his imagination.

Conner ignored him. He continued to scribble physics formulas across the touchscreen table. That was one of the perks of being Lex’s spawn. The whole brainiac part.

“I can fix everything,” Conner murmured. It was more of a personal assurance than actually talking to Lex.

“Hmph.” Lex stared at the blue text. “I’ll admit, I see the potential. But it’s a total reset. You have to be willing to sacrifice everything to do it.”

Kon kept writing. 

“Not to mention, everyone else would have to start over, too.”

His pen flew across the touchpad, shrieking in protest.

“Which, I suppose, is the point. You and your fixations…you must acquire that from me.”

Conner focused on the hum of the screens. It was doable — with the right technology. It would cost a bajillion dollars, but thankfully Luthor genes were expensive. Kon could make blueprints easy —

Lex’s hand slammed against the table. He leaned over to be eye level with Conner. “Are you listening to me?”

Conner just nodded along. He already knew the warnings that Lex was throwing at him. He didn't care. “I know.” 

Lex looked away with a miffed expression. For a minute there, he almost looked like a father.

Mercy shifted from the shadows of the room. She put a hand on Lex’s arm and he shrugged her off. 

Mercy looked at Conner. Her lips parted like she was about to say something, but then sharply closed them. Her heels clicked as she left the room.

Conner kept writing. He stole a glance every now and then at Lex. Lex stood at the window, looking out. Lots of the headquarters were missing. It was more of a large, abstract art piece of workmen on wooden panels at this point. The drilling sounds from people putting the building back together were annoying. 

They’re still trying to fix the destruction from —

Kon flinched away from the thought. All of his focus went into the small, fluid movements of his hand. 

“I know you were infatuated with my assistant,” Lex said carefully. “But all of this, just for one girl. One dead girl…”

Small snapping sounds caught Conner’s attention. Tiny cracks bloomed across the stylus. Like wounds. Conner laxed his grip. 

That was the lie they sold to lex. Rachel Grey died by the hands of Raven. Ironic. What’s sad was how true it was.

Ray.

The love monster from her head shortly followed whenever Conner thought of her. He shuddered to think of that walking freakshow, but that was all the proof he needed that he was doing the right thing. Love wasn't monstrous. It wasn't supposed to be. 

‘Let’s just stick with being happy for now.’

That was the real lie. How could Conner make her happy at all, with things the way they were? How could Conner make Raven when it wasn't just Raven anymore? It was Raven and Da — 

No. Conner would only cause her pain now. He was sure of that.

Kon set the deformed stylus down and rubbed at his eyes. “If I could go back — even before then. To the minute we met…”

‘Sorry for crashing your party.’

‘Don’t apologize. I don't mind.’

No, even before then. Save Raven from all the timeline heartache. Terra’s betrayal. Trigon’s invasion. Azarath’s demise. 

If it was to preserve the most beautiful thing Conner had ever seen — Raven’s smile — it was worth it.

Lex turned back to him. His face was twisted…in pain. “I know I’m not the best father figure. But this comes from a place of love. Perhaps…it might be best to move on? I know you won't like that. But personality defects aside, you have good looks. You have manners. People like you. You’re…good. It wouldn't be hard to meet someone else.”

Conner shook his head. This wasn't some stupid crush. He owed Raven everything. She was the first to go out of her way and do something nice for him, no ulterior motive. The first to skate down the halls with him and not complain about scuff marks on the floor. Everything about her calmed his senses and made them all go haywire at the same time. 

And now she probably doesn't even want to see me. The way things are…she doesn't deserve that. It’s better this way. To start over. 

“No. It's the right thing to do.” Conner looked up at the blue screen. S.T.A.R. Labs documents were scrawled across every electronic surface. Detailing one theory.

The Flashpoint.

Clear the board. Start again.

THE TITANS WILL RETURN.

[zenoiredottore]

Hoyofam at home – brainrot headcannons

ZZZ

a baby

is currently being potty trained

Likes to help with the more pleasant chores

Starting to grow silver/gray hair like wise

Hogs the big screen tv and forces everyone to watch starlight knight with them.

T O Y  G U N S

NOT an ipad kid,, more of a tv kid since they like watching movies sm

The coolest kid's room you will ever see. there are a lot of toys and plushies

Diaper only type kid at home

L O U D

Has a robot nanny that’s just kinda there cuz SR thought it’d be cool

an entire crew dedicated to clean up after him

Spends a lot of time with their siblings, often getting to play with new products

Makes a huge mess when eating

Has its own art studio, fridge-worthy pieces of art  

DO NOT let into your room if you have action figures/plushies.

Very fascinated by computer stuff.

When they grow up they’re going to be the designated tech guy of the fam.

Themis:

Prettiest room

The largest closet and bathroom

Has both a work desk and a vanity.

Has those curtain thingys on her bed [princess bed]

Very colorful but it’s mostly pink and white

Has a couple of shrubs

Make up and skincare galore

Likes baking and the kitchen always smells good

Softest bed ever

Has a seating area by her window, like sofia the first’s

Likes to go shopping with Hi3

Reuses luxury packaging like reusable plastic bags.

Often uses said packaging as trash bags

Sleeps like aurora [perfect hair, perfume, back flat on the bed]

Likes to put food and cleaning products into their own cute containers [she’s just that girl]

Hi3:

Room’s a bit messy

Wears glasses at home [like the thick framed red ones]

Grandma fit [Bestidas with the fuzzy slippers]

Eats ALLAT

The gym is her sanctuary  

Can lift the most weights out of everyone

Zero percent brain cells when at home

She works out in her bestidas lolol

“Don’t talk to me before I have my coffee:p” Ahhss…

I like to think that she’s supposed to be retired but she keeps getting called to the office

Spends her days relaxing [cuz god knows kiana needs rest and so does hi3]

Has motivational quotes framed and hung in the hallways, themis always takes them down.

Second biggest closet

Spends a lot of time at her workshop designing mech suits as she pleases without the company filling down her creativity

Takes zzz to go visit the others at work

Long list of things she wants to do during retirement

Def doing a lot of “childish” activities [like lazer tag, bouncy castle, go karts, ball pits] because she felt like she lost a huge chunk of her childhood working. And when she got a bit of free time to have more fun she had to take care of genshin and themis.

Hangs out at the pool almost every day.

At home spa

Has this soap opera that she watches at 3 pm every day and ZZZ joins her.

HSR:

GAMER room

Has all the games you can think of [arcade, pc, playstation, mobile, you get it]

Mixes gamer food together…

Regularly makes battery acid

Doritos every where

His bed is levitated and under his bed is like a treasure trove of game stuff [merch,tapes,disks]

Doesn’t let housekeeping in, scared that something might break or get deleted.

Room STANK and STICKY

his closet includes multiple copies of the same thing, aside from meme shirts that he occasionally buys online somewhere.

Spends a lot of the money he earns on online games

Wears graphic themed video game underwear

Has a claw machine in his room that he can’t get prizes off of.

Games all night and complains about how he’s too tired to go to work

His shower is DRY

I like to think that even if he doesn’t shower often, he’ll still brush his teeth

Naps immediately when he gets home and repeats the entire thing, learning absolutely nothing.

Actually enjoys his job but there’s only so much energy drinks in the world for him

Likes designing new characters and kits

Absolutely loves his fanbase

Genshin:

Often gets to work earlier than everyone else

But if he feels like going with his siblings he’ll impatiently wait for them and yell n stuff

Doesn’t drink coffee believe it or not [only monsters can go to work at 5 am without having any caffeine and I think this fits him very much

Sometimes goes out for dinner alone when he’s planning on working extra time at the office

The best cook out of all the siblings. [things that genshin just does the best]

Doesn’t cook often but if someone asks him to make something he’ll get it right on his first try 80% of the time

Has a pet horse

Almost never at home

Business trips abroad often

Seeing him in regular casual clothes is like seeing a unicorn.

Probably has a skin condition where if he’s touching cheap fabric he’ll have skin rashes

Handles and prepares live sea creatures for dinner way too casually.

Once killed a live chicken that was running around the house by throwing a skewer through its head

Doesn’t like cleaning and will have the help pick up after him… he’s just snobby like that

No social life outside of work and business related matters

ZERO friends

Ig PJR is kind of a friend but they’re more so rivals

Every day is bring ZZZ to work day.

Sends ZZZ back home whenever they start getting sleepy

Works at the hoyoverse building, same with Themis and SR and whenever he finishes early he’d go hangout with them a bit

Doesn’t work out but does a lot of outdoor activities

Wishes he has more of an outdoorsy job

Regular movie nights and family vacations together

Always spend time with each other on weekends, all of them. Hi3 says that there will be zero working on weekends. But even when he’s not working he’s still wearing suits. [Genshin breaks this rule a lot]

Closet filled with suits!!!

Owns way too many watches that he never uses to tell the time

Fancy tie clip collection

The shoes are DAPPER

His perfume collection makes me jealous

God I hate this jerk sm

Never uses his phone to look at social media [he never listens to his fan’s opinions…]

[auspex]

for mark: 13, 19, 21, 32, 36, 51, 59, 63, 69

HIII thank u for sending! - 13. what are some motifs you associate with them? did you intentionally bring in those motifs, or did it happen over time?

Uhmmm I don’t know if I have specific motifs but here are some things that are like. His. ~He says “very funny” a lot sarcastically - intentionally done early on ~He wears sweater vests a lot - ST made it canon because he is wearing them in a lot of art of his ~In general themes of privacy (or the lack therof) are things his story deals with FUCK IDK I can’t think of anything good im sorryy

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19. what sparks genuine, unadulterated rage in them?

Due to the blood bond, criticizing/demonizing (in his view) Julius can piss him off really fast. It did so in game even when his touchstone did it, to the point where he shoved him and had to leave to prevent more violence. He will also get incredibly angry if someone were to tell him that humans are all evil/useless/pointless but is better at hiding that if needed. 

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21. do they have an idea about how they’ll die? do you?

Me? No idea. I hope he does not die anytime soon. I want him to die after unliving longer than a human one but not so long that he loses too much humanity. Him? He is hoping that he lives forever. If you got an honest answer out of him he would probably say he expects to die trying to free himself from Julius one of these nights, but hopefully not anytime soon. 

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32. which of your decisions led to their voice being the way it is?

I’m confused on this being literal voice or like. Voice in like how they speak so I will answer how he speaks because I feel that actual has reasoning behind it other than vibes? His pretentious way of speaking came from me deciding he will put on a strict persona normally of being a professor nerdy guy. He hides a lot of himself which is why he keeps his tone more flat, and sometimes snarky, to fit that persona. 

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36. how do they fidget?

Mark plays with his glasses a lot of a lot. Usually keeping them on his face, constant minor adjustments. He’ll wring his hands excessively if he doesn't have them for whatever reason; he isn’t comfortable without them. 

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51. what element of their backstory are you proudest of?

Honestly a lot of his backstory came much later and was fleshed out after a very long time and the ST helped a lot with the more immediate backstory bits.. Hm. 

On initial creation the thing I am most proud of making A Thing was making him a former street racer cause that really helped to start fleshing him out. At this point the thing I am most proud of is probably essentially tracing the broad strokes of his whole human life - the city he went to. How school was for him. His parent’s jobs. What his uni life was like. Why his touchstones were so important. Stuff like that. I also like that I figured out things about his autism that are similar AND different from mine. That isn't one element so uhm. One element is how he believes in the good of humanity and how that is tied to his passion for history :)

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59. what’s an element of their philosophy that you disagree with?

Mark thinks human society gets better slowly and incrementally. That’s fine and I agree it is getting better - I just disagree that it's a slow incremental process. People have to fight for it and people have fought for it. It doesn't happen naturally over time. Hmm what else. Oh he also believes in soulmates and ‘the one’ and all of that, and has a very idealistic, non-materialist view of love and romance. I don’t agree with that either - soul mates aren’t really a thing. And unlike Mark I do not think romantic relationships have to be/are always the most meaningful ones in someone’s life. 

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63. what’s a meme or tiktok or vine (or whatever) that you associate with them?

I don’t really have any augh. :( I mean. When I hear ‘sad wet pathetic dog of a man’ that’s Mark 100 percent. Does that count. OH WAIT I DO HAVE A VIDEO: https://www.tumblr.com/blood-bound/728585123578118144?source=share&ref=_tumblr

him as a living professor

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69. what’s one secret they don’t want getting out?

Mark has a lot they don’t want getting out… he doesn’t want people to know Sampson is not blood bonded to him, nor that he cares about him. He doesn’t want people to know who his sire is. He doesn’t want anyone to know he is trying to kill his sire. He doesn’t want people to know he’s gay. He doesn’t want people to know that he feels lonely. He doesn’t want people to know that he finds most kindred’s attitudes towards kind abhorrent. He doesn’t want people to know that he has a soft spot for the gargoyles. 

Honestly he doesn’t want the vast majority people to really know him at all. Only the image he projects. 

Still though, of the above the one he would choose to hide if he could only pick one is the one about killing his sire. That one would cause either his final death or total blood-bond enslavement forever. 

[ladykailolu]

I’m just imagine Godot flipping through Mia’s old scrapbook for Marigold. Mia was always very good at cataloging things and info

So there little pictures baby Mari crawling around and exploring with cute captions from Mia or her just sitting there all cute

A picture of smiling Mia holding baby Marigold with the caption saying “Guess who just took her first steps”

There are various pictures of Phoenix and Marigold, where he’s holding her for the picture, playing with her, and some funny ones where a baby/toddler keeps tryna eat Phoenix’s hair

One where she even tries to eat his new badge with Mia’s silly caption “all that hard work and for what?”

One picture where Phoenix is sleeping with Marigold in his arms and Mia captioned it with “sleepyheads”

And Phoenix (who Mia also trusted with this) added a picture of Mia asleep and went “look who’s talking”

There’s one where baby Marigold’s trying eat Mia’s empty coffee mug, and Mia’s caption says

“You don’t need Coffee kitty, you already don’t sleep ❤️”

Other pictures of Marigold doing random toddler things or pictures with her mom or uncle Nick

Last picture Mia got to put in was “Uncle Nick’s first trial :D” where Nick is holding 3 year old Mari and Larry is awkwardly standing in the background

The scrapbook went mostly abandoned for the next few years as Morgan didn’t have it, nor did she want it and she didn’t document anything Marigold did.

But after she was brought into Maya’s care, she started updates again from 6-11 when she was transferred over to Godot

He missed a lot but seeing it makes him at least get to somewhat appreciate it

Godot would be very somber while looking through the scrapbook. He's happy to see snapshots of his child growing up, but it's also depressing because he wasn't there to experience any of it. Plus, once again, he's seeing only shadows of Mia. I figured that sometimes, he would have dreams of Mia doing mundane things, of speaking to him or to other people, dreams of simply seeing her again, even if she doesn't say anything. It haunts him even years later because he expects to wake up next to Mia...only he doesn't.

Then he looks over at Marigold and remarks that she's grown up so much. In many ways, she's like her mother. Of course, it goes without saying that Godot and Marigold continue the scrapbook together. There's pictures of Marigold in her fancy dress when she turns 15, pictures of her dancing with her father, and then a picture of her passed out in her bed after a night full of dancing haha. And sometimes she helps Godot in his cafe, so there's a few pictures of her in an apron learning how to brew the perfect cup of coffee.

I figured that they would keep this scrapbook up until Marigold turned 18 where they have a few final pictures of her dressed in her best and ready to take on the world. There might be a few things after that, such as vacations and important events, but it mainly focuses on the first 18 years of her life (minus the 3-6 age gap). When she becomes an adult, she takes care of the scrapbook mainly by herself.

Going back to her childhood, Mia might have also saved a lock of Marigold's hair when she got her first haircut, and she put this lock of hair in a plastic baggie and stapled it to the scrapbook page next to a picture of Marigold in her new haircut. And if Marigold made art in daycare, Mia would also put the drawing in the scrapbook. Marigold drew a crude drawing of herself holding hands with Mama Mia and Uncle Nick and labels them as such. Years later when Godot sees all this, it irks him a little bit because it reminds him that Mr. Trite took his place as Marigold's father figure for a time.

And maybe when Marigold grows up and gets better at drawing, she'll go back and draw herself with her mother Mia, father Godot, Uncle Nick, and Auntie Maya around her with the words "Thank you" written in larger letters above them.

Are you working on drawing these pages as a little comic? It would be cute to have Godot stumble upon this scrapbook when Marigold turns 18 and he flips through it, recounting the memories of his kitten growing up.

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I... may have asked alot but I'm just too curious!

2. What do they think is their best feature? This can be both physical or personality wise.

3. What is something they are really self-conscious about?

5. What do they like to do in their free time? Do they have any hobbies? Do they even have free time?

16. How organized is your OC? Do they like to have a place for everything and everything in its place, or do they live inside a tornado of chaos and mayhem?

11. Tell me a random useless fact about your OC.

17. What is something annoying about your OC? Do they chew with their mouth open? Are they a know-it-all? Are they too oblivious for their own good?

21. What sets your OC off? What will make them go from a docile little lamb to a rampaging, fire-breathing dragon?

24. What is your OC’s favorite food? Can they cook it? Where do they get their food? (And most importantly, do you feed your OCs enough? Don’t forget to throw them a meal once in a while.)

(Also if u can add a pic of the oc that'd be incredible!)

ohhh ok im gonna do. half rinnie half minimin. 👍

rinnie:

2. He figures he gives good hugs :)

3. He doesn't think he's ever doing enough. He's spent a lot of his life with a lot of expectations and eventually it got hard to keep up and he's decided he's just. worse than what he 'needs' to be.

5. Eventually he picks up knitting! He makes a lot of small things, socks and the like. He likes seeing the progress quickly.

16. Its an 'organized' mess. He mostly knows where things are, but things go missing... that being said he'd get pissed if you tried to clean up. For like, schedules, it's all in his head. If he forgets, whelp. must not've been important. <- will beat himself up over it later

minmin:

11. His pants button in the back also for his tail. He knows how to sew a little bit to alter pants that don't have that.

17. He's a silent treatment user 😔 difficult to get things out when he's upset. <- actually like. a bad thing. not just annoying. but uh.

21. he's got very simple but a very strict moral code and if someone acts against that he'll make it known his thoughts on that.

24. Cheap mac n cheese 👍 its comfortable and unsurprising. he can cook it (and other things too. hes not a bad cook hes just got silly taste). He eats well (and makes sure rinnie does too)

uh im on my laptop and dont really have anything neat or new to put as an image... theyre like most of my art tag (hello yes see i draw) minmins the kitty rinnies the redhead 👍thank you for the questions!