#ONE's art is amazing. fight me

[russenoire]

studio bones was apparently dead set on not giving us nightmares with mob psycho 100; the anime could have been so much darker than it already is.

if anyone is still wondering why bones didn't redraw ONE's art for the anime, panels like this one are why. this shit slaps you in the face; it's confrontational. ugly.

just like real emotions can be...

(also どうでもいい is a really handy way to express indifference in japanese, in general.)

one quality of the mp100 manga that the anime doesn’t possess is that shigeo is twice as terrifying when he’s pissed off. This panel from Mogami fucking haunts me.

[cozylittleartblog]

redraw of a meme my brother sent me. hello ultrakill fandom

"the armor comes off-" yeah but that's not Nearly as funny

[ricky-mortis]

Hatchetfield @femslashfortnight Day 1: Make It Sapphic AU

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

🔥 MY ART FIGHT ATTACK FOR THIS YEAR (PART 2) 🔥

check out all of these ocs they’re so great and their stories are all WONDERFUL!! and if you like any of the characters here, please go send your love to the creators listed. some of them dont have tumblr but i still recommend yall to check their other social media account hehe ❤️

here are the names of the owner’s OCs!⬇️

SoundHaptics

leni-illust

kenjakuuuu_

Dahyuniie

zirkkun

kalenya

_NERIAIRI_

jasjanken

Gladys_isglad

TheAnxiousAuthor

pinketeer

amaimint

aikoo3

just-here09

biologicz

Keroooo

DawRushesIn

Vampirelily_ii

sinae

[puppyeared]

save me old flipnote studio MVs.......

[vt-scribbles]

Something seriously lacking in my art is the ability to tell a story in a single illustration.

I've gotten so used to drawing my characters standing around doing random things that I've never practiced telling a full tale/putting implications into my pieces that require more thinking/looking.

It also comes from a lower amount of details in my works by default [since I like to get pieces done fast], but I'm tired of using that as an excuse.

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay I wanted to draw, but I didn't know what, so I decided to draw some of my friends' sonas (specifically mascots for Ti1)!! (Sorry if I kinda screwed some details up)

Imma put the closeups under the 'keep reading' bar, but first imma tag the 3 whose characters are here!!

@theindescribable1 @art1sty @witherfide (sorry for the tags, honestly I was originally gonna just link you 3's blogs, but I kinda felt tagging would be kinda easier)

Inde (Ti1's mascot):

Fritz (Ti1's mascot):

Arty's sona:

Wither's sona:

There is also this transparent version:

[jeizet]

ArtFight 2023 Attacks!!

1. @anafishart

2. Tearve(Artfight)

3. Akiert(Deviantart)

4. @wonkyyhonkytonkk

5. Drawarex(Instagram)

6. @kleptocosm

7. @eclipsebin

8. Chucklecoffin(Instagram)

9. CremitaCream(Twitter)

10.@gabathegeek

[rosaacicularis]

which was more culturally significant, the renaissance or hermitgang

[afrophunk]

Yeah I'm a major Tien fan, idk why people would think otherwise?

Anyways here's how all my DB OCs hit Tien in his third eye someway somehow:

Emerald- pokes the eye

Beryl- steps on the eye en pointe and jumps off of it

Hazel- kicks the eye (as a bunny)

Nitro- flicks the eye

The Daring Do's- throws random things at him in fright, some hitting his eye

Lupo- baps the eye with a rattler(he was a baby here in case that wasn't clear)

Daiquan- swings bat at eye(I will be nice here and say it wasn't with his bladed bat)

Ozzie-accidently opened the door too hard and the doorknob, you guessed it, hit his eye(he was trying to fix it idk)

Poppy-accidently dropped her keys, lunchbox, whatever spirits carry around as she was floating above King Kai's planet. it landed straight in his eye(yes this character is dead but my bit here is more important to establish)

Sesame- punches eye(cuz no one did that yet i guess)

Jupiter-well he is a horse

[chocolatewoosh]

Absolutely Beyond destroyed by Art Fight- I've had like NO energy lately and I haven't been able to draw a sINGLE THING... Not even drawing Casually for Myself I just have No Energy and it stINKS!! People are so dang nice to me and it's a crime that I can't draw something for everyone ;; oughe

[allthecastlesonclouds]

castles pls ramble about your wips /is there anything you're working on and/or excited to share????

omgggg yes i have been STRUGGLING this past two weeks because i. uh. sprained my right wrist (my dominant hand) and doing Anything At All hurts so i have SO MANY thoughts in my head and nothing's going to come out of it until i'm healed

fight or flight has been a really interesting fic for me to write specifically bc i. didn't grow up religious? my mom's atheist and my dad's catholic and i've never gone to church, but religion is really interesting to me, and the topic of fate and God is really intriguing. i like looking into faith and fate and learning about the different ways people see things, and i wanted to write a fic that felt. A Lot. like my dad's Catholic Childhood ExperienceTM and where he and his siblings are now in life, since all of them fell to different religions different ways and still keep in contact. i also wanted to touch on suburban family relationships in general bc goddamn those are fucked up.

fight or flight was originally going to be a lot more Kristen Vs Mac and Donna– the document title's still a pun based on that– but the more i thought about it the little it fit with her character: as much as kristen is bold, she's much more of a say something and run character– she doesn't quite know what'll happen after she says anything, does she? and she doesn't think before she speaks, so if anything goes wrong, she's likely to flee.

i've also started revamping my Coffe AU! it was, essentially, a modern coffeeshop au where different characters were in slightly different scenarios and the bad kids didn't quite become a friendgroup until after college, where adaine and ayda ran a coffee shop and the sig figs were Vibing and riz? worked five million jobs? and aelwyn actually gets therapy. the pacing of the fic was bad, though, and it was overall unrealistic, so i'm planning out a slightly different fic– they're all going to the same excessively large college, and keep meeting up at the coffee shop Ayda and Adaine run for said college. goldenhoard was the main villain in the first one; kalina was fully a housecat; cass didn't even EXIST because i wrote it before i got a dropout account and i only could watch up to ep3 of sophomore year! that's all changing, though; the gukgaks still have a cat named kalina but she Is Named After Someone

the "fic", if i ever get around to writing it, would be an actual longfic, written from one person's perspective, and a series of oneshots for a buncha other characters. the longfic was originally from adaine's perspective, but i might go fig this time around bc my girl adaine is Hard and i want the challenge of writing from the perspective of someone who isn't the Main Character of the story.

(also. coffe!aelwyn my beloved. she's trying so hard.)

i had a riz + mordred fic in the works, but since it seems mordred is going to be in jy a lot, that one's on hold until the season goes. i wanted to write it because the premise made me laugh: it was riz really sweetly bonding with different members of mordred and then him and zayn. awkwardly staring at each other as they realize their adaine's-best-friend title will never belong to either of them again and will forever be ayda's.

i wrote a drawtectives fic recently, which i know you're not in the fanbase for but i started a second one, from york's perspective, which cycles around rosé going back to college and york learning how The City is different and what family is to him (and also learning to cook bc grandma is the Only Competent One) AND i want to round out the trio, since the first was a rosé fic and this ones a york and so the third would be a grendan one, which is about getting york to his fashion shoots, i think? that one's a lot more up in the air, because. i want them to be Mostly Separate and so i want to see where york takes me.

and, in the drawtectives vein, i'm working on episode transcripts! pre-sprain, i could do 10 pages per hour, but now i'm down to 4-6, depending on the complexity. it's the only thing i don't struggle to do bc it's mostly writing names and correcting (or messing up) some grammar. i finished s1 on the... 18th? 19th? and i'm about 25 minutes into s2ep1 so. it's gonna take a while. but GOD i'm becoming a lore keeper for this. and also my vocal recognition for These Four People Specifically is. so good now. i can recognize their hums, it's insane.

and my friend (the most lovely and also basically inactive @mug-fullof-roses) and i are making plushies! just four drawtectives (the guys and also eugene), and we're still in the fabric buying but i think i'm going to try to find some good patterns over break because. clothing??? help??

and!! bringing it around again!! i've sketched out the dumbest comic for dance au bc something happened in my dance class that had me going "bad kids right here" the entire week. my hiphop teacher started playing that billie eilish song from the barbie movie, stared at the computer for a solid five seconds, then went 'sorry this isn't it' and tapped the computer once to change it to whatcha know bout me by nicki minaj. god. wild. love her dearly.

i have So Many Quotes from dance i might just make a danceau incorrect quotes post bc. we wild.

[carbonateddelusion]

I Am Going To Spontaneously Combust

[streatfeild]

guillaume really, genuinely has the best musical parts in musical theatre history

[madlori]

On being an older fangirl

I was probably 10 years old when I first conceived of what was, looking back, fanfiction. Me and my best friend would lie in bed together on sleepovers and I'd make up stories about what happened after the end of our favorite book, "The Westing Game." She'd ask me for more stories, and I'd tell her more, inventing them as I went along. "Then what?" she'd say.

I was 14 when I went to my first convention. I had discovered Star Trek: The Next Generation. It was 1987, and my youth pastor was a huge Trekkie. He took me to a one-day crappy Creation con, but it was amazing to me. I met Nichelle Nichols. My dad showed me the Trek movies. He and I watched TNG together.

When I went to college in 1991, my dad used to videotape TNG episodes onto VHS tapes and mail them to me, so I could keep watching (I didn't have TV in my dorm room).

By the time I was a senior, we had Trek watching parties in the dorm lounge, where the TV had cable. Star Trek: Voyager had started up, and I wrote a column about it for the college newspaper. I joined a mailing list about it, with people in it that I still know today.

I got my first computer that could go online in 1995. I was on newsgroups. I discovered Doctor Who. I went to Trek conventions where we still passed around fanzines containing fic and art and smutty K/S fan creations.

Then it was Harry Potter. Then there were websites. Then there was Geocities, where we could all make our own little spots. We organized them into webrings. We talked on newsgroups and mailing lists. There were fanfic archives. Then there was fanfiction.net.

Then...there was LiveJournal. And we could interact in entirely new ways. We could form communities, and debate things, and fight over canon, and get into ship wars. On LiveJournal, I met my best friend of 22 years. I was in her wedding. She's my sister of the heart (which is what she calls me).

Then there was Tumblr. And Twitter. And now there's Discord. But it's all the same.

I am the same.

I am still that little girl who made up fanfiction in her head to entertain her best friend. I am still the one who was amazed to find communities on the internet - which was so new, so raw, so uncommodified - where others like me could meet. I found there people to meet in real life.

I am still that twentysomething going to her first major convention, being told that someone loved my fic, being asked about my writing process.

I am still that thirtysomething watching something I wrote blow up. Seeing friends from other fandoms find me in new ones, finding them there, too. Forgetting which fandom I know someone from, because I've known them for twenty years.

I still know some of the people who created those early websites, those mailing lists, those archives. I still meet people in new fandoms who say "Oh, I read your fic in [fandom] fifteen years ago!" There's no feeling quite like having someone remember something you wrote for that long. Or meeting someone whose fic meant a lot to YOU, or who you talked with on rec.arts.drwho.creative in 1997.

Aging in fandom is a gift. Being middle-aged in fandom is a joy. Having people who still read what I write and ask "Then what?" is a blessing.

It breaks my heart that so many people see it as something to be ashamed of, when it is one of my life's greatest gifts.

[yuumei-art]

Unreachable

Wandering mind, full of creation

Meandering lines, lost in elation 

Each stroke, I broke a little inside

Each fate, I hate. My will defied

I painted this in Feb 2022 about what it's like to be an artist with repetitive strain injury. In 2008, When I was 18, I made my first comic titled 1000 Words, it was about an artist helping a little girl with a broken family similar to my own. It received such positive feedback that I changed my Environmental Science major at UCBerkeley to Art major. Ever since then, my goal has been to tell stories with my art. Stories that are important to me. My next comic, Knite, was about a boy who wants to put the stars back into the polluted skies of China, my homeland. The comic after that, Fisheye Placebo, is a cyberpunk story about living in the age of technology, about fighting censorship and propaganda.

Unfortunately, I never got to finish Knite nor Fisheye Placebo. By the time I was 24, I was drawing day and night with no regards to my health. Not only did I get repetitive strain injury in my drawing hand, but my entire health suffered. My roommates had to rush me to the ER after fainting one night. I remember looking at my swollen right hand, my fingers like sausages, not even able to hold a pen, and just cry.

I've gone to the doctors and physical therapists. One told me I have Lupus (I do not), and another told me to put ice on it. More recently, I met a friend who happens to an amazing physical therapist and he was able to help me regain a lot of use of my hand. At my worst, I could only draw an hour a week, but now I am able to draw 2 hours a day. My hand is unlikely to fully heal, but I'm so grateful to regain what I have.

To my fellow artists who suffers the same, please know you're not alone. I can't promise that it'll get better, and it's cliche to say don't give up, but I want to keep hoping that no matter what the world throws at us, we will continue to make art.