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I really wanna start an anti catradora blog since there are so few but idk where to start, can you please give me some tips?
Well! First of, I'm very excited that this side of fandom will be getting another participant, and second of all, I'm very flattered that this question is going to me! I'm always happy to give some support xoxo!
All of my tips are going to be from personal experience both from my time generally engaging with fandom, and running this particular blog.
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1 ) Try to be polite.
Yes, you will get people who disagree with you. The very existence of anti-fandom implies that we are not the norm. The majority of our main fandom already disagrees with us. And they might be assholes about it. Don't tolerate rudeness, but also, try not to feed into it, either. Not only is it terrible for mental health as the blogger, but it perpetuates this idea that the blogger in question reacts to negative attention. Which, if you've been on the Internet long enough, you know very well how quickly negativity breeds if it's allowed. Positivity breeds too, so I think it's in anyone's best interest to simply... Not be an asshole. Even if it means being the bigger person for a moment.
2 ) Pick and choose your battles.
"Battles" is a melodramatic way to put it, but I'm only using it because it's a well known saying. Anyway, this part is from the first part. So... the thing about being "the bigger person" is that... it doesn't always happen. I definitely don't let everything go by me without snapping at it sometimes. Well, I just think it's funny. I used to think it was way funnier in the past, too. Sometimes anon hate/fandom takes are really stupid and it's hilarious to share. But if it's not funny, insightful, or you simply don't want to engage... Don't engage.
3 ) Connect!
Anti-fandom is still fandom, and I personally treat it as such! There's still art to enjoy, stories to read, discussions to be shared. Community is not necessary, but when I was first putting out anti-c//a posts it really helped me to know that there were people that like, didn't think I was insane for pointing out things that bothered me! Especially since my choice in writing anti-c//a/crit fics is not an easy medium and well, to be honest, sort of requires that I know someone out there enjoys the fruit of my labor.
Yes, spop antis are limited, but go say 'hi' to the people that are open to engagement! We're mostly pretty friendly, and in my opinion, open-minded.
4 ) You are required to have an "on the nose" blog name.
NO, okay, I'm being totally facetious! Obviously, name the blog whatever you want, I just laugh when I see a new anti blog and it's something like "catra-needs-jail-time" or "catradora-is-dogshit". They're a handful of bloggers like that, if you want more to follow (the two I just named are jokes... As far as I know).
The real advice to be clear that your blog is anti-catradora/critical; or whatever other stances you'll talk about often. Nothing personal if that's not what you want, but make it easily found that you're not open to certain things, or you are open to certain things. I.e. I think that C//a are pretty obviously adopted sisters canon, and that point is very purposefully the first post on my blog (has been for two years), so no one is surprised when I start ranting about sister!c//a in particular.
5 ) It is never, EVER that deep.
Part of anti/crit blogging is that there's salt involved. Ranting, sharing things that frustrate us, being annoyed with canon... But also, it's really not that deep.
If I would have got this question two years before, I would have not added this part. But yeah, no. Part of why I run this blog still is because I know it's simply not that serious... People will steadily find my blog and the others in this community, and they will come around to their own conclusions on their own time. There is no trying to convince someone else on a POV that they simply don't want to see. There is no war against anti fandom and main fandom (though, some will have you believe otherwise).
The bloggers that are still active and open about unpopular opinions in 2023 are not people that stress themselves out or respond to every braindead take, they're not people who get attacked/overwhelmed by stans very often, they're not rude, they're not close-minded-- actually, I would go as far as to say that they're extremely fucking chill about this hobby. Passionate and dedicated, but self aware and self-respecting of mental capital/health.
And so, that'd have to be my last piece of advice.. Chill. It's just not that deep. And if it ever becomes "deep"... take a million steps back, and give yourself that space to recuperate. Your mental state is infinitely more important than an anti-blog, and no one will judge you for taking breaks or anything as you'll need them.
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#*exhales* i hope this was coherent and helpful to you#this is all partially me lovingly and tenderly talking to *myself* and wishing I had these tips two years ago#i hope this conveys well#asks / answers#please have fun with it and tag me when/if you start the blog!
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This has been a most worthwhile evening 🍽
#helloO~ yeah i know this chapter has been out for a fortnight now but i've only been able to finish this idea now(#I really liked this chapter#after reading it was still running around in my head for a long time#I was also still trying to come up with an idea that would convey my feelings#yeah well I hope you like this pic :D#spy x family#sxf#fanart#artists on tumblr#damian desmond#spy x family damian#donovan desmond#demetrius desmond#melinda desmond#desmond family#spy x family desmond#spy x family manga
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[ID: A digital drawing of Jonathan Sims sitting on a bed. He is a thin Arab man with brown skin covered in various scars and body hair, and he has long curly black hair with gray streaks and a beard and mustache to match. His hair is tied in a braid hung over his shoulder and is frizzy with loose hairs poking out everywhere. He is wearing a huge blue t-shirt that's slipping off one shoulder and green boxers, and a pale blush colored duvet rests over his thighs. He sits leaning back on one arm, rubbing his cheek against that shoulder as he smiles softly with only one eye slightly open, looking out of frame. His other hand is scratching at his ribs, lifting the shirt out of the way, exposing his stomach. The bed is pink and the color fades upwards into a muted brown gradient. Speech bubbles show Martin and Jon talking. Martin, out of frame, says "Haha, G'morning, sleepyhead!" and a note points to Jon reading "creaky morning voice" as he says "good morning, love" with hearts around the speech bubble. Martin says "O-OH...." and the speech bubble is accompanied with a tiny doodle of his flustered expression. end ID]
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jon won the eepy poll so have this beautiful man after his first good sleep in the safehouse after years of no rest <3
#fg's art#the magnus archives#tma#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#jonmartin#jmart#martin is there but not There but i will tag him#i hope i conveyed his sleepi-eepiness well i wasn't sure if it came across without a yawn but i think i did good#also while i was drawing this i kept thinking back to that old jon wearing martin's sweater that's almost the same pose and wrow....#i think i've come a ways in terms of my art since then. good to see i haven't hit a plateau like i thought i did#and yes. that is martin's shirt. ofc <3
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[ @orvwomenweek ] lsk + family, regrets || day 5
#omniscient reader's viewpoint#orv#lee sookyung#lsk#orvww#cw eye strain#omfg i was so sure id be late this time around I DID ITTT#i do kinda wish i was able to spend more time with it tho.. between class + nap (sleep deprived) i only had like 5ish hours i spent paintin#i hope it still conveys well enough!!!
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Gyaru Flower if possible?
(Pls answer this i love Gyaru and Vflower)
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#vflower#v4 flower#v4flower#vocaloid#vocaloid flower#my art#my designs#ms paint#i hope i managed to convey it well it was really hard#gyaru my beloved...........#also i gotta draw flower in more hairstyles
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Happy (late) Valentines!!!
#trolls#dreamworks trolls#trolls branch#trolls poppy#broppy#first time posting!!!#so excited :)#no better way to start than with broppy!!!!#hope to have a nice time here!!!#a little bummed to have missed the mark to start on valentines#oh well :)#excuse the messiness#I like my works scrappy#low pressure ya know?#(idk how to render properly) shhhh#btw if it looks like poppy has two tails thats just how im trying to convey happy wags#love trolls with tails!! yall are so creative for this lovely idea#they're sweet tiny creatures#trolls fanart#my art <3
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just comin in to say i love the way you draw the boys (and the other kids) and kenny especially he's so goober. i dunno how you do it but you make em look so charming and. i mean. kidlike. 10/10 blog
GAH THANK YOU VERY MUCH,, im glad you enjoy my stuff,, here is a doodle of the goober himself
#ask#i have a hard time knowing *how* to express it#so i hope i conveyed it well enough#but i do greatly appreciate that you guys like my stuff
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brookheimer (feat. mild veep yuri)
top 10 women who need muscle relaxants
#art#fanart#veep#veep hbo#hbo veep#veep fanart#selina meyer#amy brookheimer#someone help me what is their ship tag#hope u enjoy......... amyyyyyyy#i did not convey it as well as i wanted im just actually insane over amy carrying SEVERE CONSTANT SELINA WEIGHT on her shoulders#neck muscles like iron#amy using her hair as a deliberate curtain to hide insane stress!!!!!!
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Hello, I'm back again with another fic. This one is set right after the Hidden City episodes.
I got inspired by this pic of Leo, because I thought it was funny that they included the little hairs sticking out even while he's in the jail cell:
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Splinter's light is on. Which is odd, because he's certain he didn't leave it that way.
He'd fallen asleep in front of the big projector, and woke up to the sound of his sons playing one of those racing games they love. He'd told them not to stay up too late (something he was sure would be ignored) and then made his way back to the atrium to fall asleep in his room in front of his tube TV.
But light spilling out from under the door. When he gets closer, he can hear the sound of someone rummaging around inside.
Immediately, the worst case scenarios flood his head. One of their enemies has found them and is just inside, plotting some kind of attack against his life, or the lives of his children. They are just feet away, their shouts echoing down the corridor and into the atrium. Should he run and warn them? Or should he fight off the intruder?
In the end, he decides to go forward rather than back, creeping closer to the door. Silently he slides it open, just enough that he can look inside.
And there... is Blue, rummaging with intent through his nightstand drawer.
(Now that he thinks about it, there had been only three turtles in the TV room when he left. He'd just assumed Blue was in the bathroom, or getting a snack.)
He opens the door the rest of the way with much more sound, causing his son to jump a solid two feet in the air. "Blue! What are you doing?"
"GAH!" Blue whirls around, his hand held tight against his chest. "Holy crap, Dad! You gave me a heart attack!"
"Ninja should be more aware of their surroundings! Were you even watching the door?"
"I didn't think I would have to in my own house!"
"Well, let that be a lesson to you." Splinter folds his arms. "What are you looking for?"
Blue lowers his hands and shuffles back a step, grinning. "Looking for something? Whaaat makes you think I was looking for something?"
Splinter looks at the drawer Blue had been digging in when he arrived, its contents a mess. Blue glances at it as well, then back at Splinter.
"It was like that when I got here."
Splinter is not impressed. "Mm-hm."
"Heh, well... okay, I was looking for something, but I don't see it so I guess you don't have it." Blue eyes the atrium beyond Splinter, clearly trying to figure out how to slip past him. "Sooo I'll just be going now, haha!"
He tries to make his escape, but Splinter is quicker - he leaps up in the air, suspending himself in the doorframe, so that he is eye level with Blue just as he approaches.
"Blue. Tell me what you were looking for."
"Nothing important, seriously-"
"Leonardo-"
"A razor," he says quickly. "I was looking for a razor."
That... was not an answer he would have expected. Splinter can't keep the bafflement off his face. "A razor?"
"To shave with," Leo elaborates.
Splinter can't help but laugh at that, squinting at his son's smooth and hairless face. "Don't you feel like that is some wishful thinking, Blue?"
"Ugh!" Blue scowls at that, folding his arms. "I'm serious! Here, look at my head."
He bends his neck, and Splinter now sees what he's talking about: blonde hairs, scraggly and uneven, that dot his sons scalp in no discernable pattern. Splinter hadn't noticed it earlier, but his eyesight isn't what it used to be.
"What- where did those come from!?"
Blue straightens his head back up, looking both irritated and embarrassed. He doesn't seem eager to answer, but now that Splinter is thinking about it, this feels familiar...
Right! Yesterday, in the Hidden City! He'd gone to find Blue to borrow his odachi, and when he'd gotten there, Blue had a full head of blonde hair...
Ah.
Splinter lets himself drop to the ground. "Your hair yesterday... it was not a wig?"
Blue chews his lip for a moment before finally admitting, "It was some kind of... living hair yokai."
"Oh no... you let one of those on your head!? They are very dangerous! They sap your energy for themselves and take control of your sleeping body!"
"Yeah, that would have been great information to have a day ago." Blue rubs the top of his head self-consciously, then scowls. "Some of the hair stuck around, and... It just looks stupid, and it's kinda itchy, so..."
"Ah. Well, if I remember correctly, it will fall out on its own in a few days."
"Oh." Blue hesitates, then starts out the door again. "Okay. Well, uh... I'll get out of your hair, then."
He grins awkwardly as he slides past, and Splinter realizes just in time that he has not handled this correctly.
"Blue, wait," he says, and his son freezes just outside, glancing back over his shoulder. Splinter leaves him standing there, and goes to his dresser, pulling a thin black box out of one of the top drawers. There's an old shaving kit inside, complete with a razor that is still sharp. Splinter's not sure why he's kept it around, since he doesn't shave since becoming a rat (unless he's sick with the Rat Flu, of course, but for that he uses the electric trimmer), but he supposes it will come in handy tonight.
He walks back to Blue, holding the razor above his head. "Aha! Here we go."
"Oh! Thanks, daddio," Blue says with a grin, reaching out to take it - but Splinter does not hand it to him.
"Absolutely not. If you try to shave your own head you'll just carve yourself like a turkey." He lowers the razor and steps past Blue, into the atrium. "Grab a stool and meet me in the bathroom. I'll do it for you."
He doesn't hear Blue's footsteps moving. "Seriously? Come on, I can do it myself."
"No complaints!" He beckons Blue on with his tail. "Come on! I know exactly what I'm doing!"
"...Ough boy," Blue mutters, but he moves to do as Splinter's told him, and that's enough.
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They reconvene in the bathroom, as he instructed. He has Leo sit on the stool in front of the sink - it just works out that he can lean his neck against the basin, while Splinter perches in the sink itself for a good view.
"Now, I think we might have... Aha, here we go!"
He pulls shaving cream out of the medicine cabinet; again, he's not sure why they have this, since none of them shave, but he wouldn't be surprised if the boys use it to pull pranks on each other. Besides, it just feels like a normal thing to have in a home full of men, even if they don't strictly need it.
He squirts some into his hand, then layers it across Blue's scalp. Blue giggles like he's ticklish, and Splinter shooshes him, even though he can't keep a little grin off his face at that.
Then he carefully starts to shave across Blue's scalp, starting in the middle and working his way out. The hairs are pretty sparse, but some of them are too fine for him to see, so it's better to just do the whole scalp and be sure to catch them all.
"Why is it that you let the yokai on your head in the first place?" he asks a few strokes in. He's curious about it, after all.
"I didn't let it," Leo argues. "I got tricked. The guy who gave it to me told me it was just a potion to grow hair."
"Aaaah... And it was a scam. I'm guessing that's how you came to be in jail when we got there?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that's alright." Splinter pats his shoulder. "Live and learn!"
Though, that didn't answer the question Splinter had actually been getting at. Blue says nothing else, so he tries again.
"But... why did you want to grow hair?" When Blue doesn't answer right away, he adds, "Do you wish you had hair?"
"No," says Blue. "...Yes. ...Maybe?"
Splinter has to bite back a chuckle. "I see."
Blue sighs, wringing his hands in his lap. "I mean, I guess I never really thought about it too much? It's fun to wear wigs sometimes, but I never really cared about being bald, before..."
He trails off. "Before?" Splinter prompts.
Blue is chewing on his lip again. "Have you ever heard of Hirsute? The fancy beach club?"
"Oh, of course!" Splinter grins at the recognizable name. Now that he remembers, wasn't that where he'd found Blue? "They have veeery strict requirements for membership, but of course I was always allowed in because Lou Jitsu had such perfect-"
He cuts himself off, looking down at Blue, the peeks of his bald scalp through the shaving cream. Finally, he has all the pieces.
"...They wouldn't let you in, would they?" he asks, hands stilling in their task.
Blue chuckles dryly. "Even better. I got in but they threw me out."
"...Hmph." Splinter gives his foot a stomp against the porcelain. "Well, who needs their resort, anyway? Honestly, their drinks were overpriced and their steaks were always too dry."
"I already saw how nice it was, Dad, but thanks for trying to help."
"Mm, well, we will find an even nicer one! One that does not discriminate."
"Yeah, sure," says Blue, but he sounds downcast. And really, Splinter doesn't know what to tell him. He doesn't know how they would find this mythical tolerant beach club.
"You've... always told us to be careful, with humans," says Blue after a few moments of silence. His eyes are locked on the ceiling, hands still held tight in his lap. "About not letting them see us, and all that."
"...Yes," says Splinter sadly. He wishes it wasn't so, but it was for their safety. "I was worried... about how they would treat you boys."
"I know," says Blue. "And I get it. I know not everyone is April."
"Unfortunately not," Splinter agrees.
"But even most of the humans who've actually met us... They were cool with it, or at least, if they hate us, it's for non-turtle reasons. So it was like, I knew that there were humans who would be scared, or who might even try to hurt us, but they were always... You know." Blue waves his hand in the air. "Like... a concept, or whatever."
"Hmmm... Abstract?" Splinter suggests, and Blue snaps his fingers.
"Yeah! Abstract. I didn't have a face or a voice, just a vague idea that someone could be a jerk to me. And..." He lowers his hand and rubs it up and down his arm. "I thought since I knew that, I wouldn't be surprised when it finally happened? But... then an actual person was looking at me, a real person, and telling me that I wasn't good enough. Telling me that I wasn't allowed in just because of something I can't even help, just... the way my head is, and... and I don't know. It was just way worse than I thought it was going to be."
Splinter's hands still again, his heart clenching in his chest. Oh, his son. His sweet Baby Blue...
"And," Blue continues quickly, "I know it's dumb, it's just a snooty beach club, and it's just hair, and I just need to get over it-"
"Blue," Splinter cuts him off urgently. He nudges his shoulders, trying to get the boy to sit up. "Leo. Please look at me."
Blue sits up, slowly turning on the stool to face the sink. His eyes are suspiciously red-rimmed, and Splinter feels a rush of emotions so strong they nearly sweep him off his feet. Hurt, for his son who was made to feel bad over something so trivial, and fury, for the people who caused the injury.
He reaches out and cups his son's face, rubbing the pad of his thumb over his cheeks. His sons are more muscular than other children their age, but Blue still has baby fat on his cheeks. Splinter resists the urge to squish them.
"I wish they could all see what I see," he says softly. "A young man who is so handsome, strong, and clever."
Blue's lip trembles slightly. "But they won't."
"Some will," he promises. "Not everyone is April... but she is not the only one, either."
"Just wish I knew who was an April and who wasn't," Blue says. "Before I get kicked out on my butt."
"Mm. It is hard. Some people make it obvious, and so many more do not." Splinter sighs. "When I came to America, I was already a celebrity. And still, there were many who did not accept me, or who did not think they needed to listen to me, or who were cruel. And it was the same, when I was taken to the Hidden City."
Blue gives him a sad, crooked smile. "You felt like an outsider, too, huh?"
"Very much, yes. Human and yokai... there are prejudices everywhere."
"So how do you deal with it?"
"Mm... there is no easy answer." Splinter guides Blue to turn around and lean against the sink again, before rest of the shaving cream drips. "I wish I could tell you that this is the worst you will ever face, but I can't promise you that. But I do not wish for you boys to hide from the world forever, either. Even if it is only among the yokai... I want what all parents want for their children."
"For them to have grandchildren?" Blue asks.
"Yes!" Splinter chuckles. "Cute babies to play with and then give back." He finishes shaving the last of Blue's head, then grabs a wash cloth to wipe him clean. "But no. I meant that, for all the people who may be cruel to you... I want there to be many more who are kind. And who love you as I do."
Blue's voice is soft as he mutters, "Oh."
"And I also want you to remember," Splinter leans forward, and kisses Blue on his forehead "that you are accepted here no matter what." He snorts. "Even if you want to make that hairstyle permanent."
"Oh, come on!" Blue huffs and gets up from the stool, his deeper green blush visible even though he is trying to look annoyed. "It wasn't that bad!"
"I'm just saying, I think you can do better!"
"What do you know, old man?" Blue scowls, but it's playful.
"Old man!? Hmph, the disrespect..." He folds his arms, then nods at the door. "We're done, so I'm going to bed. Your brothers are having some kind of go-karting tournament in the TV room."
"Oh shoot, I'm missing it!" Blue turns to run out, then skids to a stop and spins on his heel, running back and scooping Splinter out of the sink and into a hug.
"Thanks, Dad," he says, and Splinter can't help but chuckle, giving his shell a pat.
"Of course, Blue."
Blue sets him down, then turns and runs off again. Splinter can hear him yell, "Dibs on next race!" from down the corridor.
Splinter rinses the razor clean, then puts it back in his box. He considers taking it back to his room, but in the end he changes his mind, slotting it into the medicine cabinet.
Who knows? Maybe someone will need it again, one day.
#rottmnt#rise leo#rise splinter#dandy fanfiction#I feel like you can feel the moment when I lost my mojo haha#OH WELL#I hope I conveyed what I was getting at well enough#this has minimal proofreading I'm sorry#hope you enjoyed!
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Aftermath (redraw)
#dmc#devil may cry#dante#my art#not really super happy with it but whatever#like i feel like the original one conveyed the feeling better even though it was less Technically Correct#and i tried to approach this more like i do my usual art#instead of being just a quick procreate experiment like the first one was meant to be#and i dont think i managed to hit the same way as before#which is frustrating bc the og was probably my most successful piece of art and it was a completely unrepeatable accident#but oh well#hope it resonates with people anyway
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Hello @canisalbus, have this wrinkled doodle of Machete
#very sorry about the look of it#it is in fact a little doodle on a corner of a sheet#which I found again because a cup of water fell on my stack of freehand phone sketches#so it not only wrinkled but it also have soggy colors#I managed to save all of my drawings#very sorry it's not a fancy nor high quality fan art#but I through I conveyed well his proud/annoyed look#(sorry not finding the exact word to convey what I'm trying go say)#well. hope you like it.#thank you for your art it's very good and inspiring and you're one of my fav artists#have a nice day
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thinking ab edwin and niko
thinking ab how niko is probably one of his only friends he’s made in the century he’s lived/not lived.
based on what we see of his life and death, he wasn’t popular. based on his personality he’s quite put together, he’s quiet and he watches. he doesn’t take risks really and that leads me to think he didn’t have any good friends. not until charles.
and of course, charles is his best friend. but for whatever their reasons, they hid stuff about their lives from each other. maybe it’s to keep things light, maybe to keep things professional, whatever. i think them making the dead boy detectives agency is their way of connecting without having to connect so seriously— there’s always work to fall back into. it’s lonely, he had a best friend but still was lonely.
but niko, she doesn’t work with them (not officially). she’s just a girl! she was a victim of the supernatural and lived and can now see them, but she’s just a sweet girl who misses her parents and also, doesn’t have any friends! just like edwin hadn’t. but something about her bluntness being so charming, her love for everything, edwin was drawn to it. and then she plays such a big part in edwin accepting himself, he finally has someone he can talk to about these feelings he’s been repressing for nearly 100 years. they can just sit and watch silly shows and she hold no judgement against him for things he doesn’t know!
idk. just edwin’s reaction to niko in the last episode was so heartbreaking, that’s his friend he just lost. the way he screams and then once he’s free all he can do is stare (he can’t even cry but he wants to so badly). charles has to pull him away because he knows death should be coming soon and like. everything else. but edwin physically doesn’t want to leave her. he knows how it feels to have more than one person to confide in now, someone who wants to embrace him fully as is and can give outside perspective and advice and he can trust and trusts him back. how can one go back to loneliness after knowing what it’s like to love and be loved like that?
#edwin my beloved#niko my beloved#i hope this conveyed my thought well enough idk if it did#almost gave up halfway through but persevered#please don’t get it twisted edwin’s relationship with charles is so special but#niko is different#i just love them they’re the besties ever#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#edwin payne#niko sasaki
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Would connverse kid(s) be given any sword training or self-defense (despite era-3 being more peaceful)?
Sorry in advance, I could not English right now. Hope I'm understandable at least. 😅
With my connverse kids, Ebony would be very interested in Gem stuff and going around different places and planets. Apart from hostile environments, there are still rouge and corrupted gems out there though. Best to know combat.
Rohini really likes swordfighting, but she mainly have used it to compete athletically. Sometimes it's useful when she tags along Ebony.
/Sakura/* saw her older siblings their swords, and she just thinks fencing is fancy. 🤷♀️ Whether she'll get over it or not, I don't know yet. Haha
/Zachary/* would not be interested with swordfighting at all.
*Sorry, STILL don't know what to officially name the twins. 😅
Also, can I use Steven's healing ability as an excuse for him and Connie still looking younger than their age and hide my inability to depict age? 🥺
#connverse#ask#SC answers#magic713m#connverse kid#Ebony OC#Rohini OC#Sakura OC#Zachary OC#Connie Maheswaran#Steven Quartz Universe#SU#Steven Universe#😓😓😓 I seriously have trouble focusing today. Hope I conveyed my words properly#my shiz#Gold TL#Anyway I gave a little redesign from the last time I drew Rohini. I gave this kid Connie's early EARLY concept design. Lmao#Well used it as heavy inspiration for the hair to be exact#/Zachary's/ design is subject to changes. I still have yet to finalize how his hair look.#'anime pose' is not exactly the word I was looking for but it's close enough#Nooo I made the exact excuse years before for not being able to make Connie and Steven look as old as they should#be 😭 I have no character development#skedoobles#Ohhh my gosh I remembered Zachary's going to grow up a sassy boio.😆😅 Maybe I just turn down the sass instead of retconning that.#Probably should have connverse kid tag for my own kids. for organization.#muh connverse kid
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Oh my god okay so the was I see it, the captain using his title as a name is like a facade he puts up. He wants to be seen for his efforts in the war rather than the sensitive person he really is. He puts up a front of being a war hero because that’s what’s expected of him. “The Captain” isn’t really him, it’s hard for him to be his true self and open up etc etc. We all understand that, right? Good.
Throughout the redding weddy flashback we only ever see havers refer to cap as “sir” (a sign of respect, might I add) not once does he call him “captain” (“communique for you sir, I’m afraid I’m leaving you sir” you get the idea)
In carpe diem, even AFTER havers gets promoted to major (a rank above the captain) he still addresses him as “sir” this is likely and instinctual act, but I also like to see it as him dignifying the captain in front of everyone who is looking down on him. Then, as the captain is dying, he calls him by his name.
Not only does this mean that they were close enough to give each other their first names, but NOT ONCE does havers call him captain. Since the first time he’s on screen, havers looked through the facade and he found what was underneath. He sees the man behind the rank, and he loves him
#this is my apology for the earlier post lmao#this might just cause more tears though oops#anyways AAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH#DO YOU GET IT? DO YOU FUCKING GET IT?!?!#I HOPE I TYPED THIS WRITE AND CONVEYED MY THOUGHTS WELL ENOUGH WAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH#bbc ghosts#bbc ghosts spoilers#the captain#lieutenant havers#capvers
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the archivist wound man
#jonathan sims#the magnus archives#tma#the archivist#yeehaw#my art#i hope this translates well… is everyone else also obsessed with wound man? i hope so. i love wound man#the lonely really stumped me. i couldnt think of anything other than the clouds which were already there from the vast..#so. seagulls! i guess!#i tried to convey each of the marks he was given tho some are obviously a bit for vague than others#anyway! wound archivist.
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Q!tubbos as I work out his design
#mmm yes coyote tubbo#this design is a personal challenge bc I have eliminated his eyebrows#hidden by his bangs and the shadow I’ve put around his eyes#hoping for unsettling at times but still gotta be able to convey a range of emotions#QSMP#Tubbo#QSMP Tubbo#q!tubbo#coyote tubbo#my art#character design#playing with hue jitter brushes as well#first time using it but it’s fun#may have made him too tall but that’s my own ongoing battle with proportions
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