i originally started this just a few days before janice burgess passed away. if you have been following me for a while, you'd know that the backyardigans is still one of my all time favorite shows to this day: a major brainworm ive had since i was first popped out the womb.
she had such a huge hand in me and my siblings childhoods outside of backyardigans, as well, and i cant understate how much it means to me to see a black woman have such a major role in various popular animated franchises.
RIP to one of my greatest animation inspos, ESPECIALLY when it comes to children's entertainment. the fact that mrs. burgess passed on the day before my birthday hurts especially, so i dedicate this drawing to her! i would not be who i am w/o these goobers, so thank you
It has been a very long time since I've posted some artwork, but below are two commissions requested by @dolls-runeterran-dollhouse for her Jhin! Doll was very easy to work with ( 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 ♥ ) and her bratty rendition of Jhin was so fun to portray! I recommend you take a peek at Doll's blog because it’s a HUGE undertaking! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
I've been working on a few other things in the background too that I hope to soon be posting! I've been very dry with art lately but this piece definitely helped me get past that creative block ( ´ ∀ `)ノ~ ♡ You all have a beautiful day! ♥
thinking of Ozzie blowing up on his in-laws and Goetias in general. sure he's beautiful by Goetia standard but the way he got x10 brighter w flames, the anger, he was Gorgeous then wtf.
be it the blow up happens at a party or something, deadly sin going unhinged and snapping at everyone because he's fed up and see's through the pompous masks. lying to a deadly sin, how rich. Ozzie going for jugulars, he had to leave. immediately.
fucking love the scenes in supernatural where we literally get subby dean. like there is a visible shift in his eyes and body language. like jesus CHRIST.
How can he not be? His thousand years of carrying a debt that is destined to consume him in the future bares down on him with no mercy. As the days pass he finds himself struggling to breathe, there are even days he can’t carry his spear to do his duties as a Yaksha.
He’s tired of it all. But if there’s one thing he would never get tired of is your presence. Bright, calming, pure. Such a stark contrast to him, a being corrupted and tainted with sin.
He could see your lips curve upwards as you beckon him to join you. His hand reaches out to your serene figure, his fingers twitching to hold you, to be loved by you once more. He knows better than anyone else he’s undeserving of such a thing, but he can’t help but be selfish of it.
Xiao’s hand was close to touching your own, but your figure dissipated seconds before he could hold your hand.
Xiao soon realized it wasn’t you he was reaching out to, but death.
You are dead. Your life has ended long ago.
There were days he considered joining you in days his karmic dept was too hard to bear but ultimately decided not to. He still had a contract to uphold with Morax, as much as he wants to die he can’t. His mind also drifts back to the promise he made with you, to live his life despite the hardships and losses he may experience.
“Life may be filled with pain and despair, but there are also many opportunities for happiness Xiao” He remembers the exact words you spoke to him thousands of years ago, your loving expression having been engraved into his mind. Your view on life is so bright, so beautiful, he envied your mindset and wishes he could believe the same.
It was always the two of you in your home, a place so warm and inviting. There was never a moment his mind wandered back to the horrors of his past whenever he was around you. He finds himself wishing, praying, that this won't ever change.
But he should’ve learned by now, that the only constant in this world is that nothing is constant.
“NO! (Y/N)!” Xiao lets out an anguished cry as he sees the demon plunge its claws through your chest. The Yaksha forces his battered and bloody body to move and pierce his spear through the demon's body, screaming in anger and despair as he doesn’t stop stabbing the thing that took your life away.
Once he’s (somewhat) calmed down his eyes slowly look over your cold and unmoving body. His vision blurs as he limps to where you are and collapse on his knees, grabbing and holding you close to his heart.
“(Y/N), forgive me… I failed you…” He quietly says before sobbing silently. He gets no response, you must have died immediately from the demon's blow.
He could’ve saved you. He was capable enough to protect you and your home. Yet your home is demolished, and your life ended earlier than expected.
If only he was fast enough…
if only he didn’t leave you this morning..!
He thought about bringing your corpse to the Adepti and begging them to bring you back to life. But he stops himself. That would be too cruel to you, and who knows if you would still be yourself once you’re brought back to life.
So he decides to carry on with his life, despite it being a living nightmare.
But he keeps your words in mind. Despite life being full of pain, there are opportunities for happiness.
So he bares through this nightmare. So that maybe, just maybe, once it’s all over he can have a sweet dream.
i love it. i love you good lord. im . im gonna sob. thanks circy <33
pomodoro study method but instead of 25 minutes working w/ 5 minute breaks, it’s 25 minutes working w/ approximately 12 minutes of tumblr doomscrolling before going back to work
was going to post abt one of my ocs but then i remembered i might convert him to dnd and i have people i wanna play him in campaigns w/on here so i am simply thinking. very hard