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summoner-chan · 3 years ago

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It's always kind of hard to identify what makes one's style different huh, but if I had to say what I most like about yours is the way you draw your complex lines without losing any readability, its most clear when you draw long flowing hair and in your OC's arm as well!

I totally get what you mean with coloring digitally, coloring is one of the main reasons I haven't done traditional art in a looong while.

From your Question Game: Sitri, Aizen

I think those haven't been asked yet?

I mean, I DO have a tendency to do complex things and make my life harder by making those lines for the hair 😂😂 but it makes me satisfied looking at them in the end so it'd a give and take situation

No doubt, what said made me realize it's one of the prominent features I have in every artwork skskksksks

Okay but for real, I was SO confused on what you mean by my OC's arm and thinking SO SO HARD on what was so complex on my Summoner's arm until then. I realized. You were referring Darius 😂😂

Maybe my art style is overcomplicating lines or just over detailed line works skksksksk (also please excuse the cake she has in that one picture- I swear the main focus was her tattoos and the dragon which was cropped off and not her asscheeks 😂-)

I rarely do coloured traditional artwork because they end up looking not as good as the sketch so it pains me hhhh (´;︵;`) but yeah, I really like sketching in traditional because it feels much more natural(? I have no idea but this is what I feel, like nyoom nyoom my hand go brrr- oh no I smudged a line FUCK- that sort of thing 😂)

Also time for the Housamo Ask Game!~✨✨

Note, this is going to get pretty lengthy so I apologize for that (｡•́︿•̀｡)

[Sitri]

Someone who I look up to when I was younger? Hmmmmm, hard to say because I admired a LOT of people when I was younger, even if it was the most simplest of things. For example, someone being able to cook a certain dish, someone who can tackle on multiple tasks and etc etc. 😂 I was a kid that get excited at almost everything so I tend to try to do what everyone does. You're cooking? Well, I'm gonna cook too!! (A 6 year old little girl who couldn't even reached the sink yet-)

Fun fact, I started drawing because my second sister watched anime and started to draw so me being the a mazed little sister I am, I quickly followed in her footsteps. Usually siblings would bond over that kind of thing but unfortunately not for me and my sister 😂

She absolutely hated my guts that time and she hated me even more once I started to follow what she was doing. Basically calling me a impersonator/copy cat and she would throw a fit if I was drawing anywhere near her when she was drawing.

Though along the way, she eventually stopped drawing when she had reached high school while young me continued to draw anyway. At first, the reason why I wanted to draw was because that I wanted to get praises from my sisters since during my childhood, they would shoo me off and they would play only between themselves, making me having to play with my mom most of the time or just plain watch the tv the entire day.

I was constantly drawing something everyday and every moment I had the chance, simply because I wanted to get better so that my second sis would acknowledge me. This lead up to being the hobby of drawing ingrained into me, the simply hobby now fully a part of me and my childhood.

I vividly remembered where during in primary school, we were having an art test where we would have to draw a flamingo and of course since I was the quiet art kid in class, some of the popular young girls begged me to draw the flamingos for them which I then profusely refused since cheating was a bad thing. Though I'd wish that young me wouldn't have been so easily scared by the threat of them not being friends with me anymore ( ；∀；)

In the end, I ended up drawing for half of the class in secret and got scolded by the teacher for drawing for them (she said something along the lines of 'You can't help other people! They should do their own!' like Miss, why are you getting angry at me :( I was 6 + this wasn't the first time the popular girls cheated, it also happened during English test and they kept bothering me about the answers, same threat btw)

Now that I'm older, I don't have anyone specific that I look up to but I look up to anyone in general. Like, I'd admire someone who takes up their courage to do things they were scared of doing or someone who's confident in their abilities when they're usually so shy like yeah!! I admire you so much!!! It maybe insignificant but to me it might have been the most extraordinary thing!

[Aizen]

What ticks me off but not for others? Hard question 😂

I don't get mad easily but when I do, it's just a short while before I go back to normal, the only thing you're going to witness me being angry is just not talking to you for a certain amount of time, completely avoiding you and staying in another different room 😂 then once I cool off, I'm back to being to a annoying rat skskksskks

Though, if I were to really answer this properly, I think what ticks me off the most when someone just cuts me off while I'm talking and tells me that I'm being too loud. I know that this thing would probably tick anyone off if they can't help controlling their voice volume-

I can make my voice really loud when I want it to be without even straining my throat 😂 One time, I was calling out to my fellow art members who was across the field which in turn I had to make my voice a bit louder.

This caused one of the passing group students (they're somewhat troublemakers sksksks) following suite of trying to call them (they were mocking me) and this whole shouting thing made one of the disciplinary teachers come out of her office and yelled at the group of students, telling them they were being too loud and they were causing a ruckus (ngl I was scared shitless but like internal happy dance because I didn't get scolded by her 😂 Still feel bit bad tho for them)

Eventually, the fellow art members saw and heard us from a distance and came right over, promptly saying that my voice could be hear across the field (they can also hear my voice from the 2nd floor too)

Thank you for sending an ask in!! Another thing is that, so sorry for talking too much- I tend to get carried away with these kinds of things since I'm too much of a chatterbox and open person myself-

Feel free to send in more by the way! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

#housamo ask game #summoner answers #mauveadagio #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #@summoner-chan

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hovercraft79 · 6 years ago

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Winter Song

Ch 2: Winter Wonderland

Chapters: 2/31 Word Count: 1,681 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Rating: General Warnings: none Summary: Taking advantage of an unexpected visit, Pippa convinces Hecate to enjoy a pleasant evening taking in the holiday sights.

Notes: This story is part of the B-Sides: Stories from the world of Hecate’s Summer Playlist series. It is a prequel to that series. I really don’t know what I was thinking setting the fluff stories before the romantic relationship begins, but there you go.

The title of the story comes from the Michael Bublé cover version of the song and there’s a bit of Brenda Lee’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree tossed in for good measure.

As always, many thanks to Sparky for signing up again to proofread and edit for me – even during church! The last bit was added after she finished, so any mistakes there are all mine. She even knew that the first car I had in mind didn’t come with back seats. Sparky rocks!

Also, I’d never heard of a Morris Minor before this fic and now I want one REALLY bad.

Hecate quietly closed the door with her hip, careful not to wake the woman still curled on the sofa. She noted the fire had burned almost all the way down. The morning sun shining through the windows cast long shadows around her sitting room, making Pippa look lovely.

She set the tray down on the coffee table and took a moment to study her friend. Her friend. There were so many years that she didn’t believe she would ever be able to call her that again. Gratitude surged in her chest, as strong as her magic ever did.

Pippa looked lovely, of course, but, sleeping, she also looked peaceful. Younger, even. The lines hadn’t disappeared from her face, of course, but they’d relaxed. Hecate couldn’t help but think that the marks of time’s passage made Pippa even lovelier.

Slowly, Hecate lowered herself to her knees next to the sofa. “Pippa?” She whispered. “I’ve brought you some breakfast, Pipsqueak.” She rested a hesitant hand on Pippa’s knee. “Pip?

“Hhhmmm….” Pippa stretched, peeping one eye open. “G’morning, darling.” She stretched out on the sofa, arms pressing over her head until she quit yawning, then pulling them back under the covers. “Brrr… Is it still snowing?”

“No…cold and clear.” Hecate nodded at the tray on the coffee table. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want to eat… I got everything that was sweet.”

“You know me too well, Hiccup.” Pippa pressed herself into a seated position and patted the sofa next to her. “C’mon, Hiccup. Let’s eat.” She paused, one hand on a blueberry muffin, one eyebrow arched, waiting for Hecate to join her. It only took a moment for Hecate to scramble onto the sofa.

Hecate summoned her tea set, sending a thin stream of magic into the pot to boil the water before adding the tea. A few moments later, Pippa was spooning a frightening amount of sugar into her cup.

“So…what shall we do today?” Pippa asked around a mouthful of muffin. “It’s like the whole day is ahead of us – I don’t want to waste it.”

Hecate opened her mouth to say she didn’t know, when a knock at the door interrupted her. She felt a sudden rush of guilt, like they’d just been caught after curfew. The sheepish grin on Pippa’s face told her that the blonde was feeling much the same way. With a quirk of her lips, Hecate swept across the room, opening the door to a smiling Ada.

“Good morning, Hecate.” She leaned around Hecate and smiled at Pippa. “Well met, Miss Pentangle!”

“Well met, Ada! I hope you don’t mind that I imposed myself upon your hospitality? I’m afraid we were too engrossed in our chess game last night and failed to notice the snow. Hecate insisted I stay.”

“And right she was to do so, my dear.” Ada eyed the tray full of breakfast sweets until Hecate waved her into the room and summoned a third tea cup. “Thank you, Hecate, dear, I’d love to.” She pulled one of the wing chairs closer to the coffee table and dug in.

After a few moments of companionable munching, Ada swallowed the last of her tea and turned to Pippa. “I wonder, Miss Pentangle, if –”

“Pippa, Ada. Please call me Pippa. Now that Hecate and I have rekindled our friendship, I hope to be spending more time here socially. If that’s all right with you?”

Ada clapped her hands together. “I think it’s delightful…Pippa. I look forward to having you around the castle. In fact,” Ada refilled her cup. “I was wondering if I might convince you to come back next weekend? I find I’m in need of a judge for our Spell Science Fair.”

“I’d love to,” Pippa’s eyes darted to Hecate. “If that’s all right with you, darling. I wouldn’t want to wear out my welcome.” Pippa willed her hand to lay flat on her thigh…refusing to clutch at the blanket still covering her lap.

“I’d hate for our girls to not have a judge.” Hecate replied, stiffly, staring at her manicured nails.

Well, Pippa thought, not exactly a ringing endorsement, but...this was Hecate. Pippa watched Hecate rub her thumbs together, shoulders straight but tight, eyes blinking rapidly, breathing unsteady. Pippa smiled. It may have been thirty years, but she could still read Hecate. And Hecate was saying loud and clear that she wanted to say yes, she was just too afraid to expose that much vulnerability. “Since Hecate doesn’t have any objection to me crashing on her sofa, then I’d be delighted to accept.”

Not a single woman mentioned the fact that Cackle’s had multiple guest rooms.

****

Hecate closed the door on Ada’s retreating form. “Did you get enough to eat?”

“I did, darling, thank you.” She patted the sofa next to her again. “So. What shall we do today? I mean it, Hiccup, I want us to do something fun. We haven’t been together on a Saturday for ages.”

“Thirty years,” Hecate said, looking away.

“Don’t think about that, Hiccup. It doesn’t do either of us any good. We’re both here now. It’s a beautiful day, and OH!!!” Bouncing up and down, Pippa grabbed Hecate’s hand. “I know just what we can do! Let’s go down the mountain to the city. It’s getting close to Christmas – we can go shopping for Yule and Christmas gifts…have lunch…once it gets dark we can go look at holiday lights.” She swung Hecate’s hand back and forth. “Please? Say yes, Hiccup, please?” She put on her best wishing face and batted her eyes. “Please?”

Hecate rolled her eyes. “I refuse to wear an ugly Christmas sweater.”

“Never!” Pippa threw her arms around Hecate, pulling back the instant she felt Hecate stiffen. “Come on then. Get dressed in your best Ordinary outfit; we’re going to town.

****

“Oh, Hiccup, isn’t it beautiful?” Pippa stared breathlessly at the village before them. “I’m so glad you suggested transferring to the village.” Like something out of a postcard, the tiny village of Moreland-on-Heath glittered before them. Twinkling lights zig-zagged over the street, dappling the cobblestones in color. Pippa stepped over to one of the black iron lamp posts and breathed in the scent of the evergreen wreaths that hung from each post. “Mmmm…it smells like Christmas, Hiccup. Come smell.”

Hecate rolled her eyes, but walked over anyway, pleased to please Pippa. She dutifully sniffed the wreath, nose twitching as she tried to reign in a sneeze. She failed. “CHIOO!”

Pippa giggled and summoned a handkerchief, eyes twinkling as she held it out. “Sorry, darling.” She waited while Hecate blew her nose and dabbed at a watering eye. Once Hecate seemed back in sorts, Pippa threaded her arm through Hecate’s. “Do you hear the carolers? Let’s go that way.”

Wandering arm in arm down the street, they oohed and ahhhed over each twinkling storefront. One business had gone all out and transformed their building into Santa’s workshop, complete with artificial snow swirling down on them. Dancing toys and busy elves marched through the workshop. Even Hecate’s gazed up in wide-eyed wonder.

“Look over there, Hiccup!” Pippa pointed to a coffee shop that had taken a decidedly more modern turn. Cool blue and pink rope lights outlined the building, giving it a vintage neon-light vibe. A dozen pink flamingos, each wearing a tiny Santa Hat, lined the walkway to the entrance. In place of a Christmas tree, an enormous red and green lava lamp glowed from inside the front window. “Wow…this is just…wow.”

“That’s certainly one way to put it. Is that a rocket?” Hecate examined the gleaming silver rocket, fascinated by the lights that flashed in time to the music playing in the background. She cocked her head, Brenda Lee’s ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’ filled the air. She turned to see Pippa studying a candy-apple red Morris Minor convertible that was being driven by Santa Claus with Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer riding shotgun, nose glowing brightly. People seemed to be taking turns climbing into the back seat to take photos with Santa and Rudolph. She didn’t even have to ask. Of course, Pippa would want a picture.

Without saying a word, Hecate sidled over to the line, taking up a space at the rear and watching. In only a few minutes Pippa turned to speak, frowning when she didn’t see Hecate. Her head whipped back and forth as she scanned the crowd for Hecate. Before she panicked, Hecate flicked a bit of magic her way, letting it bounce off the blonde’s shoulder. Pippa spun around and spotted Hecate at once. Her face broke into a brilliant smile when she realized that Hecate was in line for the photograph.

Pippa practically ran to take up her place in line with Hecate, bouncing and hopping until they were able to climb into the back seat of the Minor. Pippa scrambled in first then turned around and held out a hand to Hecate. Hesitating, Hecate stared wistfully at Pippa’s hand before reaching out and taking it, smiling shyly up at Pippa as she climbed in beside her. As they settled into the back seat, Hecate noticed that Pippa’s ponytail was caught in her coat. Before she could think to much about it, she reached over and pulled it free, running it through her hand an extra time before smoothing it against Pippa’s back. She glanced away, but not before she caught a glimpse of the brilliant smile that lit Pippa’s face. Before Pippa could say anything, the photographer had them smiling for the camera.

****

Later that night, Hecate stood in the doorway to her bedroom, smiling as Pippa slept on her magically enlarged sofa. On the other side of the room, near the door, hung a new picture of two women bundled into the back seat of a car, beaming. Hecate was leaning into Pippa’s side, and, while it didn’t show, she knew their gloved fingers were laced together in Pippa’s lap. For the first time in a long time, Hecate Hardbroom was looking forward to the holidays.

#ww2018winterfluffevent #hicsqueak #hecate hardbroom #pippa pentangle #lights

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badwasabi · 8 years ago

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Writing Advice: Shut out shout-outs

Due to the subject matter, I included a larger-than-usual number of references in this one, just for fun. You probably won't find all eight, unless you happen to watch a certain podcast about a certain red-masked superhero and his nubile ginger sidekick partner.

Okay, so you're watching the latest Game of Thrones episode. There's tension, there's shouting, it's very dramatic, you're on the edge of your seat. What next? you think, shoveling popcorn into your mouth.

And suddenly the characters start acting out the "What?" scene from Pulp Fiction.

Your hand stops. Your brow furrows. You mouth hangs open.

This doesn't make sense. The writers just...gave up. They made no real effort to integrate the reference into Westeros. Where'd that paper bag come from? Why is the Mother of Dragons is pulling a Big Belly Burger out of it? What is this?

I'll tell you what this is. Your hypothetical self has just encountered a bad Shout Out.

Fanfics, especially by newbie writers, often have this classic blunder. You like Thing, you like Other Thing, you want to put them together like it's peanut butter/jelly time. Let me ask you a question; you might like a nice warm fire. You might like libraries. Would you start a nice, warm fire in the middle of a library? If I needed the insurance money. A public library. Oh. Then no. So you've added the gratuitous reference, you post the chapter, and go on your merry way. Some time later, your reader encounters the reference, and it stops them cold, completely breaking immersion. You were so worried about whether you could that you didn't ask yourself whether you should. One Mass Effect fanfic I read had the bad guys capture Garrus, hang him from a hook, and torture him. Normal enough, right? Well, it was a direct ripoff of the torture scenes from Firefly. Y'know, that "War Stories" episode. Was someone wearing Jayne's hat? Someone was, in fact, wearing Jayne's hat. In a certain Halo fanfic, one of the characters make a crack about how they hadn't seen incompetence like that since the Bush Administration of 21st century Earth. For those of you not familar with the setting, that's be like a 2016 character making a joke about some politican from 1466. Seriously, name someone from the 15th century. Christopher Columbus? Anyone else? Besides Queen Isabella? ...No. You see my point. I bought a cheap watch a year ago. Before the ants ate it*, it looked like a G-Shock. Except that it didn't have the logo, the backlight was more of a frontlight - a bad one - and none of the buttons did what the labels said they were supposed to. Shoehorning in a reference can be like that. It looks good, but the charade falls apart the second you take a closer look. A lot of shoehorned references come without the context that would make them "work" properly. It's not a big problem with individual lines, but when you have to bend the story's universe into a pretzel just to make the reference "fit", you should probably reconsider. And even individual lines can get tiresome if they're intrusive enough. Remember that ME fic I mentioned? The characters often reference popular Firefly lines. It wasn't just the one scene. Which brings me to my next point. References are a crutch, if you rely on them. And in case you're wondering, there's a difference between a pastiche or parody or satire...and an outright ripoff. Also, some works are light-hearted enough to have shedloads of references. Take Deadpool (any medium), Friendship is Magic, or Discworld. And they usually cut back on it when things get heavy, doc. Except Discord, of course, by definition.

So how do I know when to use shout outs? The same way you get to Carnegie Hall; practice. Get constructive criticism from somewhere. Let readers tell you what works and what doesn't. Read it out loud. Ask yourself if the scene works for readers who don't get the reference. How would you fix the torture scene? Oh, that's easy. Dolores Umbridge. From Harry Potter? Yep. Wouldn't that just make the problem worse? Allow me to explain. Torture scenes are a dime a dozen. Torture scenes where the torturer has some sort of crazy philosophy are a dime a dozen. Religious conviction, punishment, intelligence gathering, Mengele knockoff, dime a dozen. You know what we don't see very often? What? Passive-aggressiveness. Think about it. Umbridge's core personality traits are cloying, syrupy sweetness over an absolute conviction that she's doing The Right Thing. This is a woman who created a brand-new way to torture people - her special quill - and used it on a child. The book said she looked like a toad, but in the films, Imelda Staunton's completely normal appearance is arguably worse. She looks like someone's mum or grandmum. And she's evil. Remember in the forest? The part where she may have been trying to kill Harry and Hermione, and she's still rationalizing? Imagine that with a torturer. She's levering your fingernails off with a scalpel, and still saying that it would really be so much easier if you would just cooperate. Do you think she enjoys hurting you? Why don't you just tell her what she needs to know? Brrr. But enough about my mother. So, in this case, remixing two references is better than using either of them alone. This has to be done well; if you had a generic torturer, but he's actually a woman wearing pink, that's not going to make much of a difference. In fact, it would be jarring for your readers, unless you're in a light-hearted work, or pink is an important color in your story. Maybe it's about "The Flamingo Killer", who always leaves their victims with a pink rose, or pink fibers have been found on the bodies, or something. Which brings me to the last piece of advice; good artists copy, great artists steal. Pretty sure I've heard that before. But what it doesn't say is that mediocre and bad artists also copy. So what's the difference between copying and stealing? Glad you asked, Timmy! Copying is imitating. Stealing is understanding, making it your own. It's the difference between tracing a piece of art and drawing it freehand. Wait. Isn't tracing really useful for learning how to draw? Yes, it is. To a certain point. Then it's better to strike out on your own. If you don't understand why something works, you can't really integrate it into your work. You won't be able to take the parts of it that work and leave the rest, you'll probably just keep ripping it off wholesale. If I may humblebrag; in my fic Ferris, the XCOM team decides that they're going to have to do something really dark. There's a regular soldier nearby, and he's horrified. He says he could never do that type of stuff. The XCOM trooper he's responding to says "That's the idea. We do it, so you don't have to." ...Is that...? Yep. The Nostalgia Critic's catchphrase. Altered and integrated. Now, if I had written "I fight aliens, so you don't have to," that would've been a lot more blatant. Did anyone notice? No one said anything, so...not as far as I know. Then what's the point? To increase the emotional impact of the scene. Instead of forcing a reference to a popular review show that would ruin the emotional impact of the scene. Executive summary: References and shout-outs can be fine, if used sparingly, or in a work where they fit the tone. If not, they'll cut the legs out from any drama you're trying to build. Try and understand why something you're trying to reference works, so you can alter it to fit the new context, instead of plopping it in your story like a scoop of chocolate ice cream on a cheesecake. What type of cheesecake? Boysenberry. Oooh! I love boysenberry pie! Good hunting, Jon PS: Let's talk about obtrusive fandom jokes. For example, take all the RWBY fics that substitute "Monty" for "God". If you don't know who Monty Oum was (creator of the series), it's just a weird joke or some kind of reference you don't get. If you do, then it's a fandom joke with worrying theological implications, since Ren was voiced by Monty. Does that make him Remnant's Jesus, or some kind of avatar of their Creator? Either road, it completely destroys the seriousness of a scene. Imagine if Frodo and Sam swore "by Tolkien", or Captain Picard by "Roddenberry", or Marvel characters by "Stan".

Actually, let's dig deep. You know all those Stan Lee cameos in the MCU? They all fit in even if you don't know who Lee is. You could replace Lee with a bunch of random actors, and with maybe one exception (Avengers), they all make sense. They're funny by necessity, because you can't do something like that without tongue in cheek. I can only remember one dramatic cameo, and that was in Incredible Hulk. The "Monty" joke doesn't have any of that. It can't be justified in the context of the series, unlike a bunch of random old guys throughout the universe who happen to look like Stan Lee. TL DR: If your fandom references don't fit unless your reader knows the context, change them or get rid of them. If you're trying to use an injoke in a serious scene, change it or get rid of it. * More precisely, the watchband. They'll eat anything rubber.

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