#Story & Pencils

[stygianturtle]

October 18: So, Toy Story 5 has been announced… draw the next toy that’s gonna be introduced as a character in it.

So what was popular during the 2007's area (approximation of the year) a Little show called Phineas and Ferb. And I remember they made a toy of their pet platypus that didn't do anything. So like the character counterpart when something dangerous needs to be done and no one watches it, It can do the actions necessary. except for 1 fight scene where people are just clumsy and unlucky enough to knock themselves out with a toy.

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was in third grade I got Weird with writing. It makes sense in hindsight. Oppressed people find their own ways of carving out space for themselves.

The first bit I did landed me in trouble more immediately. I was given, god knows by who, one of those enormous giant pencils. I loved it. My tiny nine year old body was consumed with love of this pencil that was roughly 1/3 of my height. I insisted that I would only use this pencil in school.

It was an unlucky year to be stricken with whimsy. My third grade teacher was a tyrannical Japanese woman fueled by her dislike of children. I suspect the cultural divide between how she expected children to behave and the reality of American children broke her.

She was three foot nothing and getting berated by her was the first time I’d ever looked down at an adult. I also saw her once standing next to her white 6’ behemoth of a husband and tried to conceptualize how two such disparate people had sex. I never could.

If you think I’m exaggerating her wrath it’s worth noting that my best friend at the time developed a stress disorder from this woman and I fell into a bizarre stutter that cleared up the moment I was out of class. In her classroom breaking down crying was a weekly occurrence.

But despite the frigid conditions, I persevered. I stayed silly. I brought my enormous novelty pencil to class every day. It was an act of rebellion that I sank my teeth into and refused to let go. I could barely sharpen it because its girth defied standard sharpeners the way I defied my teacher. This was my pencil.

When she attempted to confiscate my giant pencil I rose an unholy ruckus. This would not turn into the confiscated holographic Charizard, my tamagotchi, or my little pop frogs that she never returned to me. No. This was my goddamn pencil. There was no rules against enormous novelty pencils and after a heated week of debate she finally conceded I could use the hated thing.

It was stolen by my kleptomaniac friend a week or so after that a fact I’d only discover at the end of the year. But my tiny mind was convinced the evil teacher had stolen it.

In retaliation, instead of resuming normal behavior I decided that I would do all my writing upside down and backwards. No one, least of all myself, could explain why I felt this was necessary. Maybe I felt I’d be cool like a spy, maybe I just needed to buck the teachers hateful authority, or maybe I was just a little autistic kid.

When taking notes or writing essays I’d arrange the paper to be upside down. It may surprise you to know that my penmanship was actually quite decent, albeit I wrote a little more slowly than my classmates. That’s why it took the teacher a while to realize what was going on. There wasn’t a drop in the quality of my writing.

Unsurprisingly she hated it when she found out. She lambasted me both privately and in front of the class to write normally. I asked if my writing was illegible. She had to admit that no, it was not. I shrugged. I did not see a problem.

Like the pencil my new writing fixation was cited as being a distraction to the other children. But similarly she didn’t have an easy way to make me stop. She marked me down, gave me several talking tos, and generally bullied me into writing like everyone else.

All attempts at correcting me simply ran off my back. I had found a way to cope with how miserable she made all of us, by inflicting misery back upon her. I was unswayed for the rest of the year.

When I graduated up into fourth grade and had a teacher I adored it suddenly stopped. I looked at the paper and thought, Well that’s silly, and flipped it the right way round.

I can still write upside down, though, a testament to my worst year in public school.

[icantdothistodaybruh]

The BoM side story won't let go of me

[muddy-walls]

DISGUSTING art block atm. Silly minecraft perseveres tho❤️

[lil-gingerbread-queen]

Harley joining the batfam be like.

(More shenanigans under the cut)

Harley: Bats! I have a gift for ya! Batman: ... What is this? Harley: A club's membership's card! Batman: ... Harley: And I've some for the commie, his daughter and your big red riding hood.

The cards in question:

(yes, she drew the pictures. Jason is Bat Brat for reasons)

[isbergillustration]

If you’ve ever wondered how these entities... acquire their many hands...

(The, uh, donor is not particularly happy about it)

[hamishslair]

Curly

[hop3isaprison]

What does it mean, the murdering monster who is filled with light!

[egscomics]

Jay's source

"My source is this little squirrel who occasionally shows up and hands me notes."

Everyone else looks at Grace.

"Sometimes I hear things."

[frankensteinposm0]

TSOT STYLE SAVE ME

(lyrics reference: Indila - Love Story)

[paper-possum-party-pal]

The Prankster of the Parable (and all other stories)

[thatonecrookedsmile]

History doomed to repeat itself.

"Man with Vision - Crooked Past"

"One Without Purpose - Unstable Present"

"Mechanical Threat - Doomed Future"

Bonus Version - "Shamed and Disgraced"

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My last big art for the end of the year. An idea I had one day, and instead of putting it in a mental drawer with a note to "do later", I decided to take it and do it now. Happy to have made this decision.

Something a little different from what I'm used to doing, and a little different from the things I've done this year. A good test for me, and a great result I would say.

Thank you very much to everyone for the support during 2024. The only thing I hope for 2025 in terms of art is to continue to improve. And maybe try to free myself from the chains of the ink demon so I can draw other things besides aside from the little devil (but I can't promise anything, lol)

May you all have a happy new year, and may 2025 be a better one, for everything and everyone.

Stay well, and take care. ⭐

[queddadraw]

Scout if he was scout

[cipher-the-sidhe]

@pluck-heartstrings things always look a little different under a spotlight, huh?

[isbergillustration]

It's So Cold Here

[lycannovastar]

Xara my WIFE!!!!