#i've been drawing for 12 hours non stop

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@doodledrawsthings, ya know, you should be careful with what you wish for, cause your wishes might come true one day

[jumpscaregoose]

that's a wrap on art posts for 2024!

like what you see? all the art I posted this year is visible on my art tag!

wanted to try something different after last year's formatting disaster, so this is less of a summary and more of an everything-I-made-and-liked collage. as in that's what it is that's what you're looking at

this was a big year for me (I started university and lived away from my parents for the first time, yayyy) and I think you can see that in how my art style evolved in the past 12 months. I'm really happy with where it is now!

last year I picked one piece from each month to talk about, so I'll be doing that again for this year below the cut

january

this is the still version of an after effects animation I did for a design class in my last year of high school. I initially wanted to post this as a gif, but I knew nothing about how gifs worked at the time and it came out both massive and heavily artifacted. I can't even post the gif on tumblr, but the animated version is up in an mp4 format (that does have more colour correction and generally looks better)

february

this is a weird pick to represent february (it wasn't even on the collage image) but this... thing does represent that month to me lol. this doodle took me all of 20 minutes and represents the most important battle of 2024... shaman king flowers stream vs frost's microwave

march

kentareo happened (in earnest, they've been here since the end of january)

april

I don't like anything I drew in april enough to put here

may

march-may was my flop era this year and I blame these two. at the start of the year I was using a LOT of heavy colour overlays to hide my inability to colour good and those really showed their weaknesses when it comes to pieces with strong complementary colour palettes. this one's nice though, I hated drawing kenta's shoes

june

big month for tss news! I really love the colours I got with my tss art from june, you can tell the overlay technique can work when you're not shackled by the kentareo colour palette

july

(wow this is really the same pose again. I promise I drew more things in between)

my first month out of high school! had a lot of fun going into the outfit details with this one

august

the most important change as far as this list goes- I switched programs to clip studio paint! I'd used adobe fresco for almost all of my digital art career, but I got a pc in august and finally made the switch. it took a while to adjust, mostly because my fresco process had emerged basically via natural selection under the program (and hardware) limitations I was working under. a lot of things (like the heavy texture) I had to relearn in csp with more intention (the august piece is a bit smooth, isn't it?)

september

I moved into uni and spent most of the month adjusting to the major life change. I spent most of my drawing time on this piece, trying to figure out techniques and download brushes to get the kind of texture I wanted. this one took absolutely ages

october

clip studio finally clicked for me. I figured out how to speed up the parts of my workflow that sucked (flat colours) and embraced a more paint-heavy, brushstrokey rendering style. the speed increases also meant I suddenly had the energy for backgrounds!

november

I drew the most this month out of any in the year. I also stopped needing the overlays to make my colours look nice, and so the palettes in my art got more diverse. this piece I remember drawing in about an hour at midnight when I had to wake up at 6:45 the next morning for work, and being so happy I finally captured this specific glowing hair effect

december

I drew so many full background pieces this month, but I want to shout out this non-background one for the shattering effect I got with the selection tool

and that's the end! many more things coming in the new year (some I've already drawn, actually)

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Behind The Curtains (Andreas Intro)

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Hey so, before we begin, I've got to apologise. I completely forgot to mention that there would be explicit NSFW in this story up until now. If that's not your thing, I apologise! You can feel free to skip those scenes, and i can summarize anything important at the end. You don't have to worry just yet, though. No NSFW in this chapter, I just so happened to remember about needing to warn for it here lol.

ANYWAY with that out of the way, i hope you enjoy the chapter!

CWs: non-sexual nudity, lab whump, human experimentation, unethical surveillance. Let me know if i missed anything!

Behind The Curtains

Police Captain Andreas de Vygon fastened and unfastened his cuffs over and over again; a nervous habit he’d never been able to shake. Despite his long and illustrious career, full of accomplishments and accolades, public speaking was still just as daunting as it had been in high school. Today, he was going to reveal the project he’d been working on for the past 12 years to the rest of the Tombguard police. It had been a long, difficult road, full of trials and setbacks, but he had finally made it to the final phase of the plan. The hard part was over; now, he just had to keep his creation on track, and everything would turn out as it should.

7 years spent developing the technology; the likes of which the world had never seen. 4 years of suffering through the trial and error of the process after finding a Source, losing subject after subject to mistake and miscalculation. Finally, one year spent training the successful subject to fighting form. G-7 had passed her final combat exam just a few short hours ago. It was finally time to reveal her to the world.

An assistant walked up to him. “They’re ready for you, sir.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Andreas took a deep breath and slicked his hair back, stepping out onto the stage. Before him was an assorted crowd of Tombguard’s higher ranking police from each precinct across the city. Fellow captains, sergeants, lieutenants, and a few detectives chatted among themselves, some looking up at him expectantly. Even the deputy chief and the commissioner were here. He cleared his throat, taking his place at the podium.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for taking the time to be here today. Now, I’m sure you’ve all heard whispers through the grapevine by now; the murmurings of a secret project known only as Project Genesis. Well, today, the veil will be lifted as to what it is that we’ve been working on. As some of you may be aware, over the past few years, the 23rd precinct has been looking into methods to capitalise on the use of powers in police work. Up until recently, this has been difficult thanks to certain legislation, and the presence of the Union drawing away potential candidates from our program. However, thanks to the new revisions in the Powers in Policing Act of 20XX, new breakthroughs have been made in regards to our project.

“Recently, we were approached by a young woman with powers, interested in joining our department not as an officer, but as a superhero who works in tandem with the police, following our commands and regulations, but also able to unleash her powers as an extended arm of the law. For the past year, she’s been training hard in one of our facilities, and today she passed the final exam, and is now eligible for deployment by the standards set in the new Powers in Policing Act. Starting tomorrow she will begin patrolling our streets under my command, joining in on police operations and hopefully improving our rate of success tenfold. That is what Project Genesis is; a revitalisation of the police, quite literally the genesis of a new world of crime-stopping.

“I’m sure you’re all curious as to who this woman is. Unfortunately, for her safety in the face of recent anti-police movements, she is choosing to remain anonymous. Publicly, she will be going by ‘Seven,’ and I can share no more details about her identity other than that. What I can share is a demonstration of her prowess as proof of concept towards the efficacy of her ability. Please, observe.”

The projector at the top of the room came to life and displayed an image on the blank wall behind him. It was a recording of one of G-7’s recent runs at the advanced obstacle course, where she made an absolute joke of her previous personal best. As her handler, Andreas had to admit; he was quite proud of it. Once that was done, the image switched to one of her better performances during combat training. The actual exam was too violent to be shared, and certainly toed the line a bit too hard in regards to the ethical treatment of prisoners for public viewing. That would just have to remain confidential, lest human rights organisations get all up-in-arms over the treatment of their poor serial murderers and rapists.

Andreas watched as the faces of the crowd grew more and more impressed by the second. Satisfaction and pride filled his chest as they ate it all up. His hard work was finally paying off.

He stepped back up to the podium as the video ended. “Now, I want you all to think about how many police lives have been lost to criminal activity in the past few years. With Seven’s assistance, we could reduce that number to almost nothing! After all, why should our noble boys in blue have to put their lives on the line, when we have a literal superhuman to lead our charge? Of course, she is just one woman, but hopefully, in time, her presence in Tombguard will inspire more young, brave, powered people to join our program and bolster our city’s police force! Instead of joining the Union and sitting around all day, soaking up our tax dollars until a monster attacks, they would be out there, fighting for the safety and liberty of our citizens. Think about that!”

He breathed out, letting that statement stew on the audience for a second. “I believe that is everything. Thank you all for coming. If you happen to see a superhero in black armour patrolling our streets in the coming days, please, come say hi. She’s on our side.”

With one last ‘thank you’ to the audience, he stepped down, walking off-stage into the wings as the cameras started flashing and the crowd broke into rapid conversation. A smile reached his face.

Everything was going according to plan.

—

The buzz of pride only grew through the next day as Andreas took G-7 around the city and showed her off to the public for the first time. The presence of the Union heroes was unexpected, but ultimately it didn’t amount to anything, and gave him a good opportunity to warn his weapon to stay away from them. It was clear from the way she obviously stared that something inside of her was drawn to the Widow. Now that he’d planted the order in her head, though, she would be unable to disobey. Madeline Garcia-Holmes’ presence would not be an issue.

They returned to the facility underneath precinct 23 late in the afternoon, and Andreas sent G-7 back to her quarters after letting her stop by the mess hall for food. He had a meeting with the commissioner planned, so he didn’t stick around, heading out after a quick shower and freshening up in his quarters.

They ended up meeting over dinner. It turned out that the commissioner had caught wind of what he was really doing down in the facility, and of G-7’s true nature. That wasn’t very surprising, though. After all, it was his money that was funding a large portion of the project. Their discussion was long and quite fruitful. The commissioner ended up approving of his admittedly underhanded tactics for the furtherance of Project Genesis’ heroes in policing initiative. The use of manufactured human weapons to fill out the police force, while expensive in development, would ultimately save money for them in the long run. You didn’t need to pay wages to your own property, after all. Of course, he didn’t know what Andreas’ actual plan for Project Genesis was, but it was better that he remained ignorant. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

And so he returned once again to the facility later that night, bottle of champagne in hand, heading down to R&D to celebrate G-7’s successful deployment. The boys down there hadn’t had much to do lately, on account of G-7’s relative lack of developmental problems, so it felt prudent to give them a pat on the back, and push them in a new direction now that the main work was done.

The initial room was dim when he entered, illuminated mostly by the surveillance screens covering one wall. George Sadler sat at the chair in front of them, looking at his phone and not paying them any mind. Andreas could hardly fault him for his distraction; he could tell with one glance at the bedroom camera that G-7 was asleep, and none of the other cameras were observing anything important right now. Other than him, the room was empty.

Sadler noticed his arrival and shot up to his feet, saluting. “S-sir! Didn’t know you were coming down here!”

“At ease, Sadler,” he said. The man visibly relaxed. “Where is everybody else?”

“They’ve all gone home already, sir. I pulled the short straw and got assigned nightwatch duty.”

Oh. That was a shame. Andreas shrugged, holding up the bottle. “I suppose they won’t get to enjoy this champagne with us, then.”

Sadler’s eyes lit up. He rushed to get some glasses from the adjacent break room. They weren’t proper champagne flutes, but there was no need for extravagance here. It would taste the same regardless. Andreas popped the cork with his multitool as he waited for his employee to return.

“What’s the occasion, sir?” Sadler asked as he set the glasses down.

“Celebrating G-7’s successful deployment, of course. Everything went off without a hitch.” He filled both glasses with a generous helping of champagne before setting the bottle down in a safe spot, taking a seat.

“Yeah? How’d she do?”

“Good. Today was mostly getting her used to the outside world, but she did manage to catch a shoplifter, too.”

Sadler nodded, taking a drink. “That’s good. None of the other subjects have made it outside before - well, aside from Five and Six, but they don’t really count, since we can’t monitor them. Did she take it alright? Not too overwhelmed? Seven’s always been a bit of a soft one, despite her successes. …Y’know, it’s fascinating how differently their personalities have developed, considering their nature. I was expecting them to all be identical. Maybe the formation of their different powers has an effect on their psyche? Something to look into, I suppose.”

Andreas frowned at the reminder of the two subjects who escaped before G-7’s Birth, ignoring the rest of Sadler’s tangent. That had been a particularly dark day for the project. Thankfully, nothing had come of it yet, and he’d already planted an idea in G-7’s mind that should nip it in the bud if it ever became a problem.

“She was certainly fascinated, but overwhelmed? No, not at all.”

Sadler nodded, but his mind still seemed elsewhere. He sighed. “I have to admit, I still feel bad about what happened to Four. What did we name her again? Gwen? She was doing really well, and-”

Andreas cut him off. “It was a training accident, Sadler. No one’s to blame. Besides, don’t waste your breath mourning for a being who had no right to exist in the first place. We’re spitting in the eye of God here; we can’t be surprised when Divine Intervention strikes down one of our subjects. Their very existence is heretical.”

Sadler shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose. It was just more disappointing than anything. Her death set the project back over two years. Felt like a waste. She was our first promising subject, then it all went down the drain.”

“She provided valuable data that helped the project along, even if her demise slowed us down. This was never going to be easy; you knew that when you signed on.”

He chuckled, taking another drink. “Yeah, but for that pay and those benefits? How could I say no?”

Andreas had to concede that one. He raised his glass towards the door in the far wall. “What’s the status of the rest of the backup subjects?”

“Oh, come see!”

They left their drinks behind and walked into the next room. A row of metal cylinders lined the walls on either side, each with their own display showcasing the vitals of the subject within. Sadler walked up and pressed a button on three of the displays, lifting the metal curtains and revealing the vats of green liquid underneath. Inside each vat was a woman, floating lifelessly, totally bald and completely nude.

“Subjects G-8 through G-10 are completely matured and ready for Birth,” Sadler explained, moving further along and opening up more vats. The women in these ones grew progressively younger down the line until G-16, who was still just a foetus. “G-11 through G-16 still need some more time in the oven, and formation hasn’t begun yet on G-17 or any past that. G-11 should be ready for Birth within the next month or so, though.”

Andreas observed G-9, who had opened her eyes slightly and was staring through him listlessly. A vestige of consciousness in a world of non-existence. “Begin mental and physical habilitation for the matured subjects. I want them to be ready quickly after Birth if we need them.”

Sadler blinked, surprised. “S-sir? Are you sure? That’s never been done before pre-Birth, I don’t know if it would work.”

“With G-7’s successful deployment, we’ve given ourselves some wiggle room to experiment.” He glanced over to the younger subjects. “Speaking of which, why don’t you get creative with the ones still in development? Start tweaking things here and there, see what happens. I’ve been wanting a subject with titanium bones ever since G-7 broke her shin in the obstacle course, and there’s no reason to stop researching just because we’ve reached a milestone.”

“Sir, with all due respect, tweaking things is what caused Five and Six to come out so wrong. I understand where you’re coming from, but it could be risky if we mess with the wrong thing and the programming doesn’t set in right. While the subjects’ personalities are distinct, the Source’s natural curiosity and self-righteousness has definitely lingered between them. We need the programming to steer it in the right direction, or we’ll just have another repeat of that incident.”

He waved a hand. “If you’re so concerned, just insert them all with kill-switches. If anything goes wrong, you can just pull the plug. Besides, who knows if any of them will actually reach Birth? G-7 is doing well, and we have no reason to think she’ll falter. This is just a precaution.”

Sadler made a sceptical face, but he conceded, closing the vats one by one. “If you say so.”

They returned to the surveillance room. Andreas reached for his glass, but movement from G-7’s bedroom camera caught his eye. “Hm.”

“What is it?” Sadler asked. 

“Has she ever done that before?”

He looked at the screen. “Oh! N-no, not that I’m aware of, at least. I… I mean, she was going to figure it out sooner or later, right? She’s an adult. Well, technically, anyway. What’s the problem?”

Andreas frowned. “It could just be a coincidence. It could just be the highs of her first day out, I suppose. But, she did have a brief encounter with the Widow today. I don’t want to rule anything out.”

“Oh… Oh!” Sadler’s eyes brightened, as they always did when he got a new idea about the science of what they were doing. “Do you think meeting her could have triggered some sort of imprinted residual memory from the Source?”

“She did seem quite enamoured with her upon first glance. It’s very possible.”

“How fascinating… Maybe it goes with those imprinted personality traits I mentioned earlier; something so crucial and formative to the core of her being that it transcends between physical bodies.”

“Or…” Andreas said, adopting a deadpan tone. “Jordyn has just inherited the Source’s rampant lesbianism, and was overcome with desire upon seeing the first woman of her life that was within her age range.”

Sadler snorted. “Yeah… So, uh… what should we do about this?”

Andreas thought on it for a moment. He shrugged. “Turn the camera off for thirty minutes. We don’t need to see this, and I can hardly see how this would undermine our plans at all.”

“You got it, boss,” Sadler replied. The screen went black, affording G-7 a rare little slice of privacy.

Andreas sat back down, taking a sip of his champagne. He smiled.

“Now, how about a game of cards?”

Taglist: @steelandblood @sapphicwhump @urnumber1star @alsolucakairomi @idkwhattodowiththisaltiamsorry @iamheretohurt

Poor Jordyn doesn't even know...

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you thought :)

Next chapter we return to Jordyn's POV, and the NSFW warning will definitely apply there. Stay tuned for that!

lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist :)

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time travel in ten - sequential narrative collage piece done for my class, Artifact.

ramblings below the cut for those interested in the process/life update for friends who have noticed i've been gone

right lmao. i had two weeks to do this project and had a completely different idea that i just could not get myself to be excited about. emailed my prof in desperation, but it being like 10 pm meant that she was not about to respond. within 30 minutes, as it goes, i got struck with divine inspiration by whatever force of nature governs procrastination-induced genius, and i promptly spent the next 12 waking hours non-stop working on this.

my class, artifact, is a requirement for the foundation year at the college i attend. it centers around time-based media, ranging from the sequential illustration here to video later in the semester, and a bunch of other projects designed to get us thinking in 4d. artifact is the theme of the class - my peers are doing the same projects under a variety of different themes (tragically, haunting filled up too quickly and i missed out on enrollment in that one).

our first project was designing an artifact and doing a write-up of the story behind it. the girl to my left made beaded spiders members of a fictional cult carried. the guy across from me made an amulet of a long-dead god. you get the vibes. mine, which I still need to take professional photos of, is a pocketwatch that lets you time travel. cause, yknow. i'm me. it was gonna be about time travel.

i had originally intended to do a bunch of drawings of the watch's owner, building out her backstory and the world she lives in, and explaining why the watch exists,,,, then i couldn't bring myself to pick up the stylus. I just can't seem to find the energy for my usual digital art (sorry friends i miss yall i'm still here i swear).

here's the bit about my life so feel free to stop reading if you just care about the art 👍

I haven't drawn fanart or my ocs in months now, since last semester, and I miss it a whole bunch but right now that creative energy just. is not happening. i don't plan on abandoning it forever by any means, but p much everything i have is going towards school right now. sad as that is, i'm having so much fun, and i'm so proud of the technical improvements i've made. I've got so many things i want to create, mostly for my ocs. i still love crit role, but i've fallen of campaign three. i don't have the time, and the story hasn't been engaging me for a bit.

i've been really into dr who lately, and am eagerly waiting for the spare time to sit and watch all of candela obscura. i'm in a new dnd game. i've got friends! real life friends! irl friends who called me the wizard friend within a few hours of knowing me before i even opened my mouth about dnd lmao. i've discovered a new love of collage, and i've just declared my major in something unique to my school, a program called Studio for Interrelated Media. i'll be learning about illustration still through the extra electives i'll have room for, but i also get to explore printmaking in more depth, as well as event planning, installation, curation, and theatre work as well.

i miss being on here a whole bunch and want to be more active when i get more time. don't plan on abandoning this blog by any means. boston has been kind to me, and though i have had some Real Low Points, i've also been living the life i've hoped for since i was a kid. i'm good, really really good.

to my friends, ily, i miss you, and i hope you're well. can't wait to catch up on all yalls art and fic. sending all my love. <3

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Debut: Pressed Against the Glass by Gleefulpoppet Page-turning: Show Me Love, Show Me Life CoffeeAddict80 Tissues: Since Sense Sensory by Gleefulpoppet Unusual Oc: Wild & Free by scatterthestars Wild Card: - fLUSTered by scatterthestars Summer: Day 06 - Mirrors by CoffeeAddict80 [Mentions/Dreams of summer] Challenge: Rock Paper Scissors by Gleefulpoppet LOL: Stranger than Crackfiction by Gleefulpoppet Don't normally read. Love Me At Once by redheadgleek

Thank you, I've been working on this for three hours now and wish I had gotten it to you sooner! (I know there are duplicates but they are my favorite authors, sorry!)

Here's the full, and probably final list on Klaine Bingo 2023 - thanks for your card! ~Jen

Debut fic: Pressed Against the Glass by @gleefulpoppet

 Is it possible that the most extraordinary love story ever told starts on a chilly October morning in New York with an impromptu twirl and an elbow to a stranger’s face? Kurt wouldn’t have thought so, but when it happens, his heart stops. It’s just one touch, but is that all it takes to believe? Should he take a chance and never look back? But what happens when the stranger runs away, even though he finally feels complete and brought to life? Is it just a dream—or will he let his walls come down? Will they live with regrets or find the love that will make them feel young forever?

AKA: The one about soulmates (by choice) and the italicized Oh.

2. Page-turning fic: Show Me Love, Show Me Life CoffeeAddict80 @caramelcoffeeaddict

When Blaine Anderson became a vampire over 800 years ago, he gave up on the idea of having close relationships – platonic or romantic – with anyone. As long as he could still have sex, feelings were unnecessary. But there was something different about the new transfer student, Kurt Hummel, that kept drawing him in. Kurt was unlike anyone Blaine had ever met. And Blaine was starting to think that he wasn’t the only one at Dalton with a supernatural secret. To most people, Kurt Hummel seems like your average high schooler; but there's nothing average about him. Kurt is a warlock – a warlock that can’t use magic. When he was born, his magic went dormant, and no one knows why. But sometimes, he's capable of things that no one – not even Kurt himself – can explain.

3. Fic where you reached for a box of tissues: Since Sense Sensory by @gleefulpoppet

One rainy night, nestled at a patio table of a small café, Kurt broke off his engagement with Blaine in a moment of heated frustration that had been building for weeks. That was 12 years ago, and they haven’t seen each other since. Suddenly, they may find themselves reunited in a place they never expected. If you had a second chance with your first love, would you take it?

Mostly canon-compliant through the Season 6 breakup (they do not return to Lima to teach). Alternative Universe after the breakup with non-traditional Dom/sub themes. Please see the author’s notes.

4. Fic where one has an unusual occupation: Wild & Free by @scatter-the-stars

There are sides of fame that Blaine can deal with. Has learned to deal with. But when the story of his sexuality breaks, he is sure the attention and talk surrounding him will finally be the thing to break him.

Needing to get away, he finds peace and solace in the last place he expects. But he also finds Kurt.

Without the eyes of the world on him, Blaine finds himself living for the first time in years without fear or worry. But what he really finds himself doing is falling for the guy he never saw coming.

Can he get his happily ever after even though they live in two different worlds?

5. Wild Card: - fLUSTered by @scatter-the-stars

Blaine just wants one night to forget everything. He gets more than that when he opens the door to the mystery that is Kurt.

6. Summer story: Day 06 - Mirrors by CoffeeAddict80 [Mentions/Dreams of summer] @caramelcoffeeaddict

Blaine finds his soulmate, but there is something different about him. This is the story of their first ten days together.

7. Fic written for a challenge: Rock Paper Scissors by @gleefulpoppet

Kurt and his seven-year-old daughter are moving from the hustle and bustle of New York to the Rocky Mountains for a fresh start. On a connecting flight from Atlanta, they meet a warmhearted man who captures their attention with his enthusiasm. Will they ever see him again? And even if they do, how will he fit into their new life?

This story is for the Klaine Word Scramble 2022 Challenge on Tumblr!

8. Fics that make you laugh out loud: Stranger than Crackfiction by @gleefulpoppet

In the magical land of Hollywood where dreams come true, there’s an adage that states, "It’s impossible to tell what is real and what is fiction." It’s even harder for Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson to separate as they were thrown into stardom overnight six years ago, and their show, His & His, is still the hottest thing on TV. Add to that being head over heels in love with each other, addicted to fanfiction, and have a propensity for roleplaying, and it’s got everyone buzzing as fans try to decide what these Hollywood stars are up to. Because sometimes, reality is stranger than crackfiction.

9.Genre/trope you don't normally read: Love Me At Once by @redheadgleek

As the second son, Prince Blaine Andreason never really had any expectations for what his life would be, beyond horseback riding and reading in the garden. And then his brother is cursed by an evil fairy to sleep for a hundred years and he sets off on a secret rescue mission. He never expected to meet Kurt, the blacksmith's son, who could alter the course of his life forever. That is, if he can manage to stay alive.

[multi-lefaiye]

SALVATORE INKTOBER 11-12. STRANGER TO VIOLENCE, GUARDIAN ANGEL

content warnings: non-graphic descriptions of violence and death

In April of 1963, Seamus O'Neal was attacked while walking home from a drop for Clarence. Joseph McCartney (1916-1963), a dock worker and long-time associate of the Emerald Devils, had heard the boy arguing with his boss regarding payment for the most recent shipment. Most of the conversation didn't matter to Joseph, but one thing became clear: the brat had at least $150 on him, maybe more. It didn't take long for Joseph, drunk and angry after being talked down to by that uppity teen, to decide to relieve him of the cash burning a hole in his pocket. A few hours later, just as the sun was setting, he cornered Seamus in an alleyway and pounced, slamming the boy against the wall and pulling a switchblade on him. Drunk as he was, however, he was swaying on his feet and struggling to hold Seamus in place. He lost his grip on the boy after only a few blows, and the fight was over within seconds. Panicked and thrashing about, Seamus stabbed Joseph in the throat with his own switchblade. For a few moments, Joseph continued to struggle as blood spilled onto Seamus and the pavement below, before he slumped to the ground. He died moments later. Seamus, covered in the blood of the man who tried to kill him, sat there, shaking as he processed what had just happened. It wasn't long before he began to cry, covering his mouth with one bloodstained hand as he scrambled away from his attacker's corpse. He was injured, but he hardly registered the pain as he began to stumble away from the scene, running in a random direction to try and escape what he had just done. The boy was so delirious with fear and pain, he hardly knew where he was going, up until he ran headfirst into a broad chest. A pair of warm hands closed around his shoulders, and a gentle voice said, Whoa, whoa, hold on, kid. In his haste to escape, he'd run face-first into a man he'd never met before, a tow truck driver named Donovan Graves (born 1921). Donovan was alarmed by the sight of the young teen covered in blood and tears, and he immediately stopped to see what he could do to help. He was the one to comfort Seamus, holding him until the sobbing subsided as he tearfully explained the night's events. And afterwards, he helped clean the boy up, patching up his wounds with a first-aid kit he kept in his truck. Once Seamus was calm and his wounds tended to, Donovan gave him a ride home, not wanting the poor kid to wander the streets after the night he'd had. When they arrived, Donovan put a hand on Seamus's shoulder and said, You take care of yourself, alright? Though Seamus never saw Donovan again after that night, he never forgot the man's kindness, nor the warm, gentle hands that held him.

this inktober isn't as polished as the other ones, but honestly i don't think i have it in me to finish them all like i've been doing them, haha! ah well. but i do really like this sketch i made, so i wanted to make sure to get it done and out there :> i once again combined two prompts that work well thematically, since they're centered around the same event: the first time salvatore killed someone.

as a bit of a refresher, at this point, sal was using the name seamus, so that's what i called him here.

anyway, i don't think i'm gonna try and actually draw the remaining prompts, but i do want to share the blurbs for them! so.... if any of y'all think you'd be interested in seeing those, lmk and i'll gladly tag you as i post them! :> thanks to everyone who's shown interest in this!!

art taglist (ask to be + or - ): @skitzo-kero @anexor @jezifster @albatris @transmasc-wizard @lychniscitrus @abysslll @whonsper @presidentquinn @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @approximately20eggs @astral-runic @invaderskoodge @rosesandartss @moonflowerrss @chaieyestea

[nixzeroz]

universal artist pet peeves, non-artists take notes!

"Can you draw me?" It baffles me how entitled people are sometimes. It's fine if you're paying for a commission obviously I'm not talking about people who paid, I'm talking about the people that genuinely think they can get away with asking for a free self portrait.

"You're so talented." I wasn't born with natural talent, I've been drawing since I was a little kid. It's years of practice.

"I can barely draw a stick figure." Please just compliment me like a normal human being...

"That's too expensive." Most artists' prices are more than fair. Sure, to you it might just look like pixels on a screen or pencil on paper but to us it's taking time out of our day for you, we could be doing anything else but we're not. If you wanna complain about your $35 full body commission then do it yourself.

"They look like (character name)" For the love of god stop comparing original characters that took hours to draw to stuff that already exists. It's rude. "Oh haha that's cool but that looks like this thing that already exists so basically you're not creative at all." You get me? It's annoying as hell. Unless they're a blatant ripoff just stop.

"Your art style looks too much like (artist name)" It's true some artists like to use other styles as reference, I personally used to really look up to Hiro Mashima's art style but then it developed into its own thing. Unless someone is literally tracing another artist please just stop, nobody "owns" a specific art style just because they're more well known than other artists. We all start somewhere, referencing other artists is a good thing. It gives you an idea of what your goal is.

"Rendering process..." We've all seen certain drawings be memed to hell and back like that one Kaeya drawing, however a lot of these "oh..." "rendering process" comments are directed to actual kids and baby artists, it's gross. You know how many 12-13 year olds have literally quit drawing because of assholes on the internet? If you don't have anything nice to say, shut the fuck up.

"Personally I would (unsolicited advice)" Unless someone asks for constructive criticism, stop. We all have opinions but that doesn't mean you need to express them. Giving random "advice" when it isn't asked for is rude and backhanded as fuck, and really discouraging.

take a shot every time I wrote "unless"

[nochi-quinn]

legend of vox machina watch party episodes 10-12: non-fungible thordak

"she's not having any of our shit tonight"

did matt get a haircut

"you're not leaving 'til 2 am, bitch"

"are you a vampire coven?" "if taliesin were here we could talk about it"

episode 10 act 4 part 3

"this is where we forgot to draw the city"

liam fangirling his own show

"OPE he lost his fingers"

"stop SPOILING. there's gonna be ACTION in the show."

"the tree piece in this game is really OP"

"shitty vox machina came in to ruin their Warhammer game"

"I forget which animals are fused with humans."

"shut UP matt"

"shout out - oh shit he's in the room"

"you slapped porkchops for like hours"

why does that sound like a euphemism

"I feel like that'd be it for me"

"matt mercer is mean!" "I didn't spend hours building those toothpick barricades for nothing!"

"that's why we named her pike"

"is there no basement? there is not"

bassment

I love how much they love their show. I know I was poking at liam earlier but it genuinely is so charming

"same arrow! that's called being responsible"

phil defending his poor herdsmen

"you guys are VIOLENT"

"TOP ROPE"

"spoilers!" maybe it'll be different on my screen

"and they were correct"

I FORGOT HE ONLY HAD ONE HITPOINT

recklegreweapomastah

"you sound like you've had your ass kicked" environmental storytelling

"there's a z-pack in there somewhere"

"zanror, needlessly hot" liam is fully horny on main tonight

"are they brothers like neptune and uranus were cousins"

"but I was born in canada"

"I actually had to shit myself for that line" "we all did"

"it's fun! and also disgusting!"

"let's not psychoanalyze me tonight"

"keyleth is the cutest" glad we're all in agreement

matt is all of us

"get a JOB leave him ALONE"

"she's bullying vax" "you're not wrong"

"he's doing the whole band" how else are you gonna get backstage

"we had to cut things from other episodes to get in 'at dawn we plan'" good

you are now Neutral with The Herd

release the underwear bible

"it is a square"

"you know what's weird? watching this scene with your kids"

"HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS" "it was very difficult"

"did you have to have a talk about bondage and safety?!"

"we have…DIFFERENT PARENTING STYLES"

COLOR SCRIPT COFFEE TABLE BOOK

GIMME

that's a cool band logo

oh NO

matt broke all over again

listen sometimes you just have to have a mental breakdown, it's good for your mental health

"we asked! we forgot."

"turkey vulture!"

"in a week we can talk about it. …something else bad will happen by then." my life for the past year and a half

sam: let me make this as awkward as possible so it can only get better from here

"you write a creepy thing and you feel guilty about it" "critical role"

the writers were on top of that one

"we talk all the time you guys"

"none of this should be happening"

"see, now chat's mad at you"

SAM

THAT was liam?!

I'm turning in my voice actor fan card

"you're gonna be the guy they hit"

the fact that he wasn't doing a low bass was why I didn't clock him tbh

"take that, vegeta"

EPISODE ELEVEN

"seventy-five!" "eighty-three!" "hike!"

OH the mugs!

samuel

"beautiful nonsense scene"

travis slapping sam's hand away from the edits

"what you did is bad!"

"THIS IS A GOOD SHOW"

"I'm sure it's fine"

"this is taliesin's front yard, actually"

"look what they did to my boy"

"campaign 4 reference, shh"

"kiss him, vax"

I looked up the show sam and liam referenced, it aired 92-93. I was 4.

umbrasyl listens to linkin park, it's canon

"he's a lot less menacing if you think of him as a whiny kid" there's a lot of that in that last fight

"award-winning awkwardness"

"ashley did not have to act here"

"I think taliesin wrote some of this bullshit"

"if you'd stop FEEDING THEM"

"cut my heart out" liam gets me

"blood pools are my kink"

"it's capri-sun, it's fine"

"it's a discotek at night"

"I've had this dream" I have been blessed to not have drowning dreams, if that changes now I'm fighting matt in the street

between the two of them liam and courtenay voiced half of new vegas

matt drop the raven queen lore

matt you have to tell sam's kids it's the law

"is it YOU?"

not the creepy cg mask

"he's just a little dork!" accurate

percy 100% would have been a train nerd

why did liam's mic pick up him knocking on his head so clearly

very cool that they built the trap in 3d

"this is basically a documentary"

"HO DAMN"

"he goes INVISIBLE?!"

phil with the list of the names

that, that "can't hit what you can't see" felt very adolescent to me

"some said longer, some said shorter" "we disregarded both!"

"the only episode this season where we end on a cliffhanger"

"episode 47 down"

travis I heard you echo that "duty"

remembering that liam went through all of this while dealing with his mother's death

matt: like comment and subscribe

"if you don't do it you'll turn into a squidface" "that's season 3"

"for some people that's a plus"

I don't know why I like the phrasing "deity version" so much

"there's love there!"

the way he says "conversations" means those two have definitely had at least one fistfight over canon

DARGINS

weasel dragon

Dragon Department

CEO of Dragons

I want "Dragon Team" on my resume

"because percy invented the metric system"

"it's canon now"

17 de Rolos

UMBRASSYL

"chat wants you to show - " "your muscles"

"I practice in the car so my neighbors don't call 911"

EPISODE TWELVE

hope devouwewer

"I want a pink dragon that spits out glitter"

"back inside that bad dragon" liam no

watch out for that treeeee

"but HOW THOUGH" sam gets me

"always bring a healer" stares at laura

"when the raven from the opening went by I fell out of the chair"

"you don't have to choose one" mica/percy/vax polycule

embiggened vestige

umbrasyl on 3G

"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD"

travis keeps catching himself from saying "d&d" and says "ttrpg"

"that's just liam just talking to me"

"kiss her you fool"

scanlan as paul rudd makes 100% sense and I hate it

"RUDE. UNNECCESARY. didn't have to do it and did it anyway"

vex can't feel vax bc gatshadow's made of lead

"ancient dragon, he can do what he wants"

"we had another ending in case we didn't get a season 3 where scanlan ran and everyone died" "whAT?"

"why would you DO THAT TO ME"

liam stop saying bad dragon

"ANIME YELL"

to make an omelette you have to crack a few scanlans

"that's a scrabble word"

"the theme….but slow"

"it's all hue lights"

wait WHAT

rewatches every previous yennen scene

"she could have written a letter" but the mail fraud

age has only done amazing things to cree summer's voice

"what porpoise"

"to go do Vegas"

"put it all on red"

"I'm putting it all into bitcoin"

"he's a cryptobro" "he IS the big bad!"

"you don't get the egg, but there's a code for each individual egg"

I made the poor decision to drink liquids during the watch party again

"that's that thing that I said!"

you know what it makes me think of lernie from hades

this is not a complaint

GOD I mentioned an artbook and now I want it so bad

thordak: talking mad shit for someone in thagomizer range

sketchy vax wings?!

sketchy vax wings!!

"it's not over for all you lefthanded people"

"my wife's a lefty and every morning I say the same thing"

"don't worry laura, you'll be something someday"

The Internets

where's that comic that always makes me cry with the AWNP lines over That Counterspell

matt dropped out of art school to be a rules lawyer

ghibli keyleth!!

cASSeteria

"now you've made me sad" "GOOD"

"fifteen seasons and a movie trilogy"

"he's the EP so he said he gets the killing blow"

"is that you writing" "he uses a typewriter"

"oh god I have to do this again"

[da-millerrrrr]

I've been thinking about dear emperor non stop since I woke up and for the last 12 hours (had a few breaks so really only 11.2) then I've been making stuff for it, either writing down lore or drawing. I am so tired but you know what I wanna do more than sleep right now? Write down more dear emperor lore. That project has a choke hold on me and only 2 days ago then it was nothing more than like 7 stupid little unreality posts

do it i dare you

[daftdrac]

I just randomly started hyperfixating on something new and have been non-stop consuming content from the fandom for the past probably 12+ hours. I've been dealing with some art block recently where I didn't like how anything came out and it felt like my hands just couldn't draw anymore and I just started making fanart for this new thing without even realizing?? I didn't even process that I was drawing until I was done and I loved it. I'm not gonna share it cause I am definitely embarrassed by the fandom and if anyone recognizes the character I'll combust but like??? Why?? Why now??? So many days of art block and then just. Poof. Into the wind. ????

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

for the don’t stand so close to me series: the reader and bruno haven’t had the chance to do anything for a couple of weeks, and after seeing bruno with his hair tied back and shirt undone one button more than usual, she snaps and drags bruno into a supply closet and gives bruno a blowjob (maybe a sprinkle of dom!reader if you’re comfy with it)

Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 12)

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader

Modern Day!Imagine

Non-Magic AU

Summary: Reader giving Bruno head, lol, just the request

Warnings: Swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE)

Word Count: 983

Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination

Author Note: Hello everyone, I've been away for so long and I do apologise for that. I've just been super stressed out this year with just life and everything that comes with it so I've been very absent from Tumblr and writing so I'm sorry for that but I will try to write more, probably not as frequently but here and there when I can, thank you for everyone for checking in on me and being patient, I really appreciate it :))

Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist) (Part 11) >(Part 12)< (Part 13)

(I do not own this gif)

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Bruno POV

Today was a rather hot day. The sun was beaming through the windows, heating up the entire room. There were no air conditioners in my class so I tried opening windows and doors to create ventilation. It was bearable but not preferable. My last class of the day was just before lunch and had my darling lover in it. I smiled at her as she walked in and made her way to her seat closer to the back. 

30 minutes in, the class began to heat up again, more than I could handle. I pushed my chair out a bit to get better access to my draw on the side of my table. I open the top drawer and pull out a hair tie I knew I had when Y/N last left one here. Pulling back the majority of my hair, I tied it up in a small ponytail to keep it out of the way of my face. Unbuttoning the cuffs of my sleeves, I folded them up, exposing my forearms to the air. 

After another 10 minutes, not even that was enough. I looked up from my desk to see everyone hard at work. Well, almost everyone. She, as usual, was staring at me, lost in thought. I chuckled to myself. 

No wonder you always need help catching up.

I looked back down at the work in front of me and unbuttoned the first two of my shirt buttons, enough not to be classified as inappropriate.

I couldn’t help but think about the last time I spent time with my darling Amor. 

At least a couple of weeks since we had some quality time together. 

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the sounds she made when I eat her out. Every little twitch her body made at the small touches I gave her. The moments when she’d wrap her legs around my head as she would orgasm and release sweet sweet juices into my mouth. 

Fuck. 

I didn’t even have to look down to know how hard I was at that moment. 

In class too. 

It was as if someone from the heavens above heard my woes because people had already started packing up for the end of class. 

Well, time to go home and sort out my problem.

As I was halfway down the hall to leave, my name was called out. 

“Mr. Madrigal!” 

“Y/N?” 

She was jogging down the hall to me. 

“Could you come with me, quickly?” she asked, slightly out of breath. 

“Of course.”

We didn’t go that far before she pushed me through a door, into a supply closet filled with things like stationary and books.

I had no time to think about what was going on before her lips were on mine. Obviously enjoying the situation, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my body. 

“What are you doing, don’t you have another class?” I asked as she made her way down to kiss my throat. 

“Not for another hour.”

She wasted no time ripping open my shirt, pressing hot kisses to my chest and down. 

“You looked so good in class today, I can’t stop myself,” she said, breathlessly, unbuttoning my pants.

“Your hair, your arms, your chest,” she released my cock from my underwear, “you are so perfect.” 

She licked the tip slowly, coating it in her salvia and the view alone made me almost collapse if it wasn’t for the shelf behind me for support. She moved her hand slowly along the side of my shaft, swirling her tongue around the red head of my cock. 

“Fuck!” I dropped my head back, closing my eyes. 

I felt it as she slowly pushed the rest of my cock into her mouth, coating the entire thing in her saliva. I grabbed the back of her head, not necessarily pushing it further in, just giving me something to hold onto. 

She finally released herself from my cock, pumping her hands up and down my dick while looking up at me, proud. 

“Does it feel good, sir?” she asked, already knowing the answer. 

“It feels amazing,” I whimpered.

A smirk rose up her face and she proceeded to put my cock back in her mouth. I had trouble keeping my eye open, so I let them fall close and rested my head against the wall behind me. 

I don’t know how much longer I can last.

She had obviously known I was close too because of the way I tensed up under her. I could feel the cockiness radiating off her as she bobbed her head faster. I had to bite down on my hand just so I wouldn’t scream out.

“F-fuck,” I groaned into my hand. 

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spilt my hot cum down her throat, trying not to collapse from my weak legs. She stroked her tongue along my cock a couple more times before pulling it out. I hadn’t even noticed she had swallowed it. As she stood up, I pulled her in by the back of her head, giving her a passionate kiss. I felt her smile as she reciprocated the kiss. 

She pulled back, “well! Better get to my next class!” 

She grabbed her bag off the ground, hoisting it onto her back.

“Wait- what? B-but what about you? I can’t just leave you without!” I said pushing myself off the wall. 

She turned to smile back at me.

“You don’t need to worry about me, sir. I better get to class though, bye!” she waved before leaving the closet.

“Wai-” the door shut.

Damn.

Knowing I had no other classes for the rest of the day, I just slouched against the wall, sliding to sit on the floor. Still quite tired and out of breath, I closed my eyes and sat there for a while.  That girl is a wonder.

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Author Note: Thank you so much for reading, again sorry for the absence, I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like to join the taglist, feel free to just leave a comment. :)

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[angry-geese]

Hey l turned 18 today so can l request a gojo x reader were reader is his gf and they celebrate the readers bday together

Of course!! happy kinda late birthday btw!!

Domain

Gojo Satoru x reader

Warnings: a bit suggestive, but overall sfw. tooth-rotting fluff. established relationship- its implied that gojo and the reader live together. slight nsfw (nudity, mention of quickies), bathing/washing- sharing a shower, petnames (gojo calls the reader mochi). megumi, tsumiki (they're like,,, 8 and 12 idk tsumikis canon age tbh) and nanami are briefly mentioned. can be interpreted as sorcerer/non sorcerer au. fem reader.

A/n: it came out that gojo was 6'7'' while i was in the middle of writing this and i went feral hes so tall why is he so tall ajhhsdjhjsdh

Word count: a little over 2.8k

jjk masterlist

What wakes you up isn't your phone, or your alarm, but the sound of pots and pans banging around in the kitchen. Enough light streams in through the curtains to signal that it's well into the day. The other side of the bed is cold. Gojo must have gotten up already.

Much to your surprise, the kitchen is empty. Typically, at this hour, the kids would be getting ready for school. Though, with as late as it is, they might have already left for the train station. Classes go until three, but the two of them have clubs for another few hours afterwards. Most days they won't get home until 7. The weekends are about the same. Tsumiki has cram school on Saturdays; Megs’ is still a bit young for that. So Sundays are really their only day off together.

There's a pretty impressive spread of food across the counter. Eggs and bacon; pancakes too, right next to a pitcher of orange juice, and a pot of coffee. Two mugs are set out in front of it. Yours, and the one Tsumiki made for Gojo during an art class. It's a little lopsided, and the bottom is chipped from where it was once accidentally knocked off a counter. She's improved a lot since then, but he holds onto it still, despite her insistence that she’ll make him a much better one.

You find yourself wondering what special occasion has prompted this. But that doesn't stop you from pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and nibbling on a piece of bacon. You take small sips of the thin, bitter liquid. It's much improved with sugar and milk. The warmth of it spreads from the pit of your stomach, out into your fingertips. You could never stomach the stuff plain.

Gojo’s arms find your waist, and tug you close, pulling your body flush to his. His chin rests in the crook of your neck, breath tickling your exposed skin. His lips find the junction where your shoulder and neck meet, placing a kiss there. His much warmer hands find yours, your fingers lacing together. This draws a sharp gasp from you, partly out of surprise. You didn't hear him enter. To be fair, you rarely do. Even when he’s not trying to, he has a habit of sneaking around. Over time you’ve developed a sense for it—for him—and you can guess where he’ll pop up.

"Happy birthday, Mochi," he says, mumbling into your neck.

So that's what prompted this. You let out a small giggle, and squeeze his hand.

“You let me sleep in,” you say.

He pulls away, and you crane your neck to look at him.

“Well, I was going to bring you breakfast,” he says, “but it seems you’re already up,

“I called in a favor with Nanami- he's babysitting Megs and Tsumiki today,

"I thought we'd take a walk downtown in a bit," he says, "check out some shops. Have lunch. How does that sound?"

You nod. His lips find your shoulder again.

“I've gotta shower first,” you say. “Wanna join me?”

And it's as if a switch has been flipped. He's nodding into the crook of your neck, following along as you guide him to the bathroom. Off comes your—his—shirt; a white button-up, that still has the faint scent of his cologne to it. He may not have the biggest frame, but he’s tall enough that his shirts hang well down to your knees, almost like a dress on you.

His glasses have been shoved up into his hair, then are quickly tossed aside as you coax his shirt over his head.

Typically you fight over the temperature of the water. Gojo always insists on keeping it so hot, it makes you wonder how he doesn't boil his skin off. That's gotta be bad for his skin. He complains that you have the shower on too cold, although you seem it a completely normal and sane temperature. The shower in his apartment is big enough to fit both of you, but one of you (usually him, let's face it, you're not going to stand in the cold) ends up outside of the spray of water, shivering.

Long fingers work shampoo into your scalp. His nails are getting long, and feel nice against your head. Then on goes conditioner, which has to sit for a bit. In the meantime you scrub yourself down, making Gojo get your back, and shoulders.

He takes his time working the washcloth over your skin, kneading the muscles of your shoulder under his hands. You let out a few rather undignified sounding groans at this. But, in your defense, it feels nice. If you're giving him any credit, he's always been good with his hands. Those same hands have always had a habit of wandering.

Satoru is possessive by nature; at least when it comes to you. In public he always has to be touching you; a hand on your thigh, arm around your waist, or pressing his body against yours from behind. Everyone just has to know that you’re his.

He pulls you in for a kiss that's just a little too needy. One with a little too much passion behind it. He's the one to lean in- you're always complaining that you have to stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him. His hands wander, groping your plush thighs, and the perfect curves of your hips.

Satoru Gojo has always been pretty hard to read. It was the same when you first met. Everything he does, is seemingly done at random. He has no schedule, and tends to do the opposite of what everyone expects, or even wants him to. Yet things somehow end up in his favor. It's almost like some higher power is looking out for him- if you even believed in that sort of thing.

Dating him really hasn't made him more predictable. If anything, you’re more confused about why he does the things he does. Every action of his has an ulterior motive; not one move of his is unplanned. You just don't know the bigger picture yet.

“We should kill some time…" he says. “A lot of those shops don't open for a bit. You’re not too hungry, are you?”

He could keep you in here all day if you went along with it. Sometimes it's nice. But you can hardly count how many events, or—god forbid—days of work you've been late to because of him.

"No way," you say, "I'm not letting you convince me that you're capable of a quickie."

So you've learned from experience.

He seems to hesitate before looking up at you, flashing a grin. You only shake your head at this.

"I can-"

"No." You say. "I'm not falling for that again. We'll never leave here in time."

You’re already halfway out the shower door as you say this, pulling a towel around yourself. He dries off while you work some product through your still-wet hair.

"There's a dress in there for you," he says, gesturing to your shared room, "get dressed, and I'll dish you up."

Padding across the hall to your shared room, trying not to track too much water along the way, you press open the door. The bed is still unmade, though, you probably won't bother sparing the time to fix it.

Slung over the back of a chair is a dress you haven't seen before. It's not one of yours—it's rare you wear such a thing—a birthday gift. One of them. It's black, and made of a thick enough that you can wear it in the winter with no problem. It hugs your curves quite nicely, without being too revealing. Alongside it is a pair of shoes; cute, but comfortable enough that walking around a lot shouldn't be a problem. Comfort, and functionality kind of come first when you're buying clothes.

Sometimes you find it hard to justify dropping a lot of money on clothes like this. But it's a gift, one you find yourself hard pressed to turn down. Dressing up like this isn't something you find yourself doing every day. But every so often it's nice.

He's always had an eye for nice things like this. Where you’re more practical on this side of things, he doesn't mind some impracticality. Part of it is pride- and deep down he likes seeing you wear things he’s picked out.

It's looking like it'll be cold today, albeit clear, and sunny- at least that's what the weather man said. It's not necessarily snowing outside, but it definitely isn't warm. You’ll take a coat just in case.

Despite the pretty impressive breakfast spread, you don't spend much time eating. It's a matter of waiting for your hair to dry, and then styling it.

Much of your morning—well, early afternoon—is spent walking from shop to shop. Stores that you’ve been meaning to visit for a while, but have never got around to it. Gojo is your designated bag carrier. All along his arms are various, colorful bags, of which he looks tiny standing in the middle of.

Lunch is at a food stand, run by an older couple, tucked away on the corner of your street. They sell quite a few different meals, but you’re here for one thing; their gyoza. Specifically their pork ones, filled with various vegetables, and both fried and steamed. They’re quite literally the size of your fist, and you could eat so many you could make yourself sick. Along with those, you both order a bowl of mushroom udon, and some mochi- Gojo’s pick. Your soup is served alongside lots of tea, in small porcelain cups with ducks painted on them.

The two of you sit at a nearby table, various bags gathered around your feet. Gojo takes plenty of photos, half of which are either blurry, or have you covering your face with your hands. Embarrassing. But he goes on about how he wants to capture the moment, so you can only let him.

By late afternoon, your shoes are starting to hurt your feet, and you’ve hit just about every shop you wanted to. Rip Gojo’s credit card, but, in your defense, he agreed to this. If he really had any complaints, he’d say them. He's never been one to stay quiet in that regard. It's a blessing, and a curse. But Gojo being the way he is, usually can get away with it.

The train ride home is a short, and silent one. With lots of glares from old ladies as your bags take up nearly two seats.

The sun is setting low on the horizon by the time you get home, though it can't be any later than 6. Your apartment is dark, save for a single light on over the kitchen sink, and a soft blue glow from the nightlight in Megumi’s room. The kitchen counter is soon covered in a sea of bags. All different colors and sizes. Gojo helps put things away, trying to minimize the mess before the kids get home.

Satoru flops down on the couch with a grunt, arm stretching across the back of the sofa. A set of strong arms pull you to rest in his lap, tightening around your waist. It's always surprised you how his body can almost completely envelop yours. How his body almost acts as a shield as he curls around you.

His lips ghost across your neck- not in a kiss, but it makes you shudder like it was one. He’s trying to rest his head on your shoulder. “Have I mentioned how pretty you look in this dress…”

“All day, ‘Toru,” you say.

He lets out a soft ‘hm’, fingers lacing together. He’ll tell you it now, and every chance he gets. He thinks you’d look much better in nothing at all, but he keeps that to himself for now.

You kick off your shoes, tucking your knees in close. Your head finds his chest and falls against it. His fingers trace the curve of your spine; a touch that makes goosebumps rise along your skin.

The tv is on, but muted. Not much is on at this hour that isn't the weather, or shows that typically only old people watch.

“There's cake in the fridge,” he says, “if you want some.”

Nanami brought it by this morning when he picked up the kids- asked him to pick it up from the bakery. Another favor. Gojo was certain the noise would have woken you up.

Your head falls into the crook of his neck, and his strong arms tug you closer. The smell of his cologne only makes you bury your nose into his chest.

“Thank you,” you say, “for today. I appreciate it, really.”

This draws a low laugh from him, one that rumbles deep in his chest.

"It's not over yet,” he says, “we could go out for drinks, check out a few different bars tonight…” cause some trouble.

“I think I’ll have to pass on this one,” you say, “but thank you.”

Going out drinking with him rarely ends well. For everyone around him, at least. The last time Nanami tagged along, he blacked out and woke up two districts over missing one of his shoes.

His lips press against yours, then the tip of your nose, then your forehead.

“How about some cake then?” He asks.

And as much as you don't want him to move, you relent. Slowly you pry yourself off of him, moving to sprawl out across the couch. He disappears into the kitchen, returning a moment later with two plates.

Strawberry; vanilla cake, with strawberry filling, and topped with sliced strawberries. You settle back into his lap. Gojo steals bites of fruit off your plate when you aren't paying attention.

Not a moment later, the door opens, and in spills Nanami and the kids. Megumi is the first to stumble over, crawling up onto the couch beside you. He’s eyeing the cake; you make a mental note to bring him a slice when you get up.

“Did you have a fun time at Nanami’s?” You ask, and Megumi nods into your chest.

Tsumiki rambles on about her day. More specifically, about the ducks in the park, and a birdwatching book she bought with her allowance. Megumi is half asleep by the time she’s done. She cuts herself a slice of cake, and gets settled on the couch beside you, soon deeply engrossed in her book.

Nanami waves as he hurries out the door, not wanting to be stuck in conversation with Gojo. You give a wave, and mouth a “thank you” to him.

Gojo’s hand moves to ruffle through Megumi’s hair. His small hands move to rub his eyes. He looks tired. Being at Nanami’s must have really worn him out.

“You wanna help me put him to bed?” You ask. And Gojo nods, mouth still full of cake.

He scoops Megumi into his arms, trying his best not to disturb him. He's always been a pretty heavy sleeper. Megumi has slept through countless things that would have woken any normal person up.

The nightlight in his room provides enough light that turning the overhead on is unnecessary. Off come his shoes, and his schoolbag is set in a chair. He’s tucked in, and you make sure his precious teddy isn't far away. Oh how he’d throw a fit whenever you try to wash it. He's mellowed out the older he’s gotten, but that same stubborn nature still remains.

Satoru can't help but admire the sight in front of him: you hunched over Megumi, carding a hand through his hair. Sleepily his arms find his teddy, and pull it close. You tuck the covers up around his shoulders. The collar of your dress has slipped off of one of your shoulders. The sight is enough to make his chest swell with affection.

Out of everything, he can't get enough of soft, domestic moments like this. Ones that would be boring to anyone looking in from the outside. But he can watch them like a movie. From you brushing your teeth in the morning, to you packing the kid’s lunches. He can act tough all he wants, but the man is completely whipped.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, upon noticing him staring.

“No reason,” he says, but you know it's a lie.

When you kiss him, he tastes like strawberries. With your thumb, you wipe a smudge of pink frosting off of the corner of his mouth. You lean against his chest, face burying in his shirt, taking in the scent of laundry soap and his cologne. One of his hands moves to stroke through your hair.

“‘Love you,” you mumble into his chest. Along with another, tired sounding ‘thank you’.

“Love you too,” he says.

[just-pug-things]

Never underestimate the power that gets unlocked by obsessively drawing your blorbo.

I just spent the last 24 hours in the unyielding grip of hyperfixation the likes of which I have never experienced before over a re-discovered love for Digital Devil Saga (DDS).

In those 24 hours I made several drawings and there is a MASSIVE difference between the art I made in the morning and the art I finished in the night. I was drawing things I've never drawn before, it was like my hand was possessed; everything came out exactly as I envisioned as though I was blessed by a muse. I drew nearly non-stop, like I was desperate to make full use of this buff before it wore off.

But that moment of artistic clarity wouldn't have happened without the years of casually ("casually") working on these comics. I've been drawing in this very simple style with bold colours for 6+ years now. What came out of my pen were loose yet detailed sketches with an almost ethereal quality to the painted colours, the opposite of what I've been doing all this time. All these years I had been strengthening my drawing muscles, unknowingly shaping and moulding a vessel that could receive the inspirational spark when it arrived.

(It is fascinating looking at how different my current DDS art is when I compare it to the DDS art I drew 12 years ago, most of it shitposts. It seems that comedy comics was in my blood even back then.)

The path to improving your art isn't straightforward. Often you won't see progress for a long time. It will seem like a Sisyphean task, unending effort with no forward momentum, spinning your wheels in place.

Then one day, something in your brain will switch on and you suddenly get a lot better at it. And it will happen once, twice, thrice, over and over again. But it won't happen if the pen is never lifted in your hand and marks are never made upon your canvas.

So draw. And have fun doing it.

Tips for artist learning?

Draw. And have fun doing it.

To elaborate.

Many people who ask and answer this kind of question are thinking about tutorials, guides, and courses to improve their artistic skills. You will hear things like, "You need to work on your fundamentals," and be pointed in the direction of guides like DrawABox or Proko or Ethan Becker's Youtube channel or the many, many other resources that exist. Beginners need to build their skills, right?

This is the incorrect starting point. And why is that?

Before I started drawing Just PUG Things, I drew very irregularly. Every time I tried to draw something, I was struck by my own inadequacy, my amateurish lines, scribblings that failed to transform into beautiful, elaborate illustrations. Drawing was an uphill struggle as I tried to draw faces that weren't disproportionate, taking hours to draw something that always looked so, so wrong.

I was discouraged from drawing by people around me. My drawings were scrutinised, labelled as weird (I couldn't draw faces), innapropriate (I was trying to draw people) and immoral (I was trying to express the pain I felt).

Everywhere on social media I was surrounded by the beautiful art made by incredible artists. And instead of admiring them, all I could do was peer down into that endless valley between our skills and despair. I was jealous of their ability, devoid of joy in my own. Why was I struggling so much when someone on the internet could do something better, faster?

Every time I picked up my pen, it was like fist fighting an active anthill; painful pointless punching that results in nothing. It was like this for years, but I couldn't give up making art nevertheless. I felt like I'd shoved myself into an iron maiden and was unable to leave.

Does any of that resonate? Does any of that feel familiar? Does any of that make you think, "That's me!"

Then first and foremost what needs to be repaired is your relationship with art. To rekindle the love for art that will keep the flame of your candle burning bright. To make it a part of your life routine so you make art because that's just what you do. Lynda Barry's book, Making Comics, was my inspiration when things got hard. It will not matter how many guides you read, art courses you complete, Youtube videos and TikToks you watch if you never make any art.

After that? The art learning gets easier.

Get a personal project (like, oh, I dunno, a weekly comic about a game you love) where you encounter art problems and think, "I don't know how to do that," and then start looking online (or in libraries) for what other people did to solve that problem.

Get interested in the craft so the studying and learning isn't merely a chore but something fun and exciting so you're actually motivated to draw hundreds of boxes and cylinders and enjoy it.

Get really obsessed with a character and draw them so many times that their essence gets directly injected into your bloodstream.

Get time to enjoy other forms of art that does not immediately appeal to you and try to understand what is so captivating about it to others who love it.

(Get friends like mine, who encouraged me to to start drawing Just PUG Things, which started as a 'ha ha wouldn't it be funny if I drew the tomfoolery in duty finder idk how to draw any of the stuff but-' 'you should do it' and now here we are. They kept my spirits up during times where I couldn't do it myself.)

But first and foremost: Draw. And have fun doing it.

[gillianthecat]

This or That

tagged by @negrowhat (Thanks!)

hot shower or cold shower 1 // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones 2 // paperback or hardcover// matte or gel 3 // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids// candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror 4 // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume 5 // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future // 6

1. although coincidentally and unusually I just took a cold shower - it's hot where I am 2. headphones are usually more comfortable but i end up using earbuds more 3. i don't actually know what this is referring to. nail polish? 4. i'm a wimp about horror 5. i stopped wearing artificial fragrances after knowing many people with sensitivities and now I can no longer stand the smell 6. for many of these it depends on my mood or the circumstances. although I suppose that's true for most people, lol.

Now the BL version!

crying in the shower or making out in the shower // give cute boy line ID or stalk his IG // share his earbuds or share his closet 1 // manga or manwha 2 // long dangly silver earring or dark leather cuff // time loop or reincarnation // blue engineering smock or red engineering smock // kisses at the beach or kisses in the mountains // cactus or chili plant 3 // fairy lights or spot lighting // ghost boyfriend or vampire lover 4 // hard sub or soft sub 5 // stray cat or … actually that’s your only option // Hawaiian shirt or blue shorts 6 // evil ex-girlfriend or predatory fujoshi 7 // suit jacket or leather jacket // high school or university // kitchen drama or office drama // forehead kisses or check kisses // Viki or GaGaOOLaLa 8 // Japanese arthouse depth or Korean high concept 9 // pink milk or yakult // censored Chinese BL or trashy Thai pulps 10 // body swap or dead body // sexy or story 11 // back hugs or lap sitting // piggyback or cradle carry

1. this is probably based entirely on a scene from the non BL The Devil Judge 2. i've never read either (for some reason processing text and drawings together is hard for me) 3. i haven't encountered one in a BL yet, but I think they're pretty. 4. although i haven't watched either of these plots in a bl yet 5. sometimes i need them bigger or a different color. or to turn them off for screenshots 6. especially when hanging on by one button (hi fighter) 7. i hate them both, but at least the evil ex-girlfriend can sometimes turn into an interesting character. predatory fujoshi is nothing but a creepy fourth wall breaking plot device that gets me riled up just thinking about it. 8. it would have been viki a few days ago because gagaoolala initially ate my email address. but now that they've finally let me register i concede they are by far the better queer and bl option 9. the only one i've seen so far is Color Rush and i have to confess it didn't work for me... please don't hate me 10. look, censorship is evil. but i'm a sucker for angst and subtext. 11. obviously they go best together. if i can only have one it really depends on my mood which i choose.

I’m not sure who hasn’t done this yet.  @lelephantsnail? @placetneplacet? @moonchildridden? @halfmoon-trueself? Everyone, please consider yourself tagged if you see this and want to participate.

[acaseforpencils]

A Case for Scanners.

Non-artists often assume that once a drawing is completed, the art process stops. As most professionals will tell you, that's not the case! Capturing an image for reproduction, and making sure that it represents the original work well, is oftentimes an art form of its own. Since this topic isn't something that has been given a lot of air time on here, I thought it would be fun to ask some folks who do a lot of non-digital work, with (seemingly little) processing, if they had any hard-earned advice on how to get a final image!

I hope everyone is having a nice summer, and that you all are making lots of art! —Jane

Roz Chast

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How do you get images of your work? For reproduction, I use a basic Epson scanner I got on Amazon a few years ago (my old Canon one died). Cost maybe $175. My only complaint is that it only goes up to 8.5 (maybe 8.7) by about 11.5 inches. If the image is bigger, I scan it in parts and put it together. The Epson scanner is excellent. You can scan up to 1200 dpi which was useful when I did drawings that were 9 by 12 inches and they were blown up 9 by 12 feet, and they looked FAB. I was amazed. I also once scanned an embroidery that the NYer used on a cover and it worked fine.

But for just sending someone a quick pic of something, or posting to Insta, I use my camera. Oh, and for pysanky eggs, I use my camera. LOL, wouldn't be good to smash them flat in the scanner.

What are your best tips for getting a good image? If the item you want to scan is a little rumpled or wrinkled, press down hard on your scanner lid before scanning. Also, I use Photoshop to optimize the image--mainly brightness and contrast and to remove patch shadows etc. And for embroideries and pysanky eggs, I use my camera and photograph them in natural light outside. Not in bright sunshine or dark shade-- in between.

Does your method differ when capturing a colorful image vs something black and white? Not really. But I do adjust for brightness and contrast with Photoshop, no matter if it's in the scanner or the camera, b & w or color.

Joe Dator

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How do you get images of your work? I scan my images. Ever since The New Yorker stopped accepting original artwork, the cartoonists have had to scan their own work and send it as a digital file. It's been a source of some frustration for me, as I used to rely on the top-of-the-line scanners at Condé Nast's imaging department, but now the quality of my published work is dependent on whatever modestly priced scanner that I can afford to have at home. For a while I was using a Brother and then an Epson all-in-one printer/scanner, though neither were very good at capturing the nuance of wash shading. I've now got a Canon 300, which is a dedicated scanner, and is somewhat better, though not by much. It's adequate for its very low price, I suppose. All of this has led me in some cases to scan my work as line art and then add the grey or color areas digitally, or sometimes to bypass scanning entirely and just create digital art.

What are your best tips for getting a good image? It's always better to go a little bit darker and then lighten the image after the fact, because that way you've captured the information that is there. You can subtract information if there's too much of it, but you can't add in formation that wasn't captured in the first place. I always take a very high resolution scan, 600 dpi, and then adjust the image in Photoshop, mostly with the Levels feature. I'll also go in very close to the image and go over it with the eraser tool, removing any dirt or blotches that I see. This is made much easier if I remembered to Windex the glass before scanning! Best tip: clean the glass first! I have wasted hours of time cleaning up images because I forgot to wipe the glass clean before scanning!

Does your method differ when capturing a colorful image vs something black and white? No difference in how I capture the image from the scanner, but the way I will clean the image up in Photoshop differs slightly, because for a color image I will use the Levels as well as the Hue/Saturation and Color Balance features.

Amy Hwang

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How do you get images of your work? Flatbed scanner

What are your best tips for getting a good image? I used the photo setting to scan my work. For watercolor paper that isn't completely flat, I'll weigh it down with a stack of copy paper and place a heavy hardcover book on top of that. I'll also weigh the sheet down with my hands as the scanner bulb moves under it. 

Does your method differ when capturing a colorful image vs something black and white? No. 

Ivan Ehlers

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How do you get images of your work? If it’s a work of ink on paper, I’ll usually do the ink drawing first and then scan that just to be safe in case I screw it all up with the wash/color. If I screw it up, then I will do a digital wash/color pass in Photoshop. If all goes well, then I’ll scan the drawing again and adjust digitally as needed.

What are your best tips for getting a good image? Take the time to figure out your scanner and to learn which values will get lost in the scan and how to deal with that, either preemptively on the drawing itself or digitally after it’s scanned.

While scanning, if it’s a black-and-white image, scan in black-and-white. You’ll get more of what you want without the scanner trying to make sense of random color information that may exist on the paper. And the higher the resolution, the better the image (and information within the image) will be.

Once you get that image imported, throw it into Photoshop and hit Command-L to mess with the levels. This is where you’ll find the sweet spot of making the lines/wash darker, the mid-tones lighter (if you want to erase the background) or darker (if you want to show the wash/paper more) and your contrast (again, if you want to make the background paper ‘disappear’).

Also, depending on how the work is showcased (digitally, printed small on newsprint, professionally printed on expensive materials), you will learn what matters and what really does not. If people are just going to see the image on their cell phones, it doesn’t matter if the image doesn’t look absolutely perfect when zoomed in 6000%. If it’s for print on newsprint, there’s a limit to how much detail will show and how much color information will transfer. It's easy to get lost in a spiral of saying "It doesn't look exactly like the original!" Look at photos of original paintings, then go see them in real life. It never looks the same!

Does your method differ when capturing a colorful image vs something black and white? Black-and-white images are much easier to capture/edit in that the amount of information is dramatically lower than that of a color image. When working with black-and-white images, your concerns are mainly with levels (see above).

When working with color images, you still have to deal with the levels but add to the equation a step of color correction (or color mixing for those who consider the term ‘correction’ inherently pejorative and indicative of an error).

Getting color right is the hardest part. It’s like trying to find the simultaneous determination of position and momentum of an electron—You can either get a good line quality and contrast, or you can get good and true color, but you can’t get both. (This is of course me being dramatic. You can get both, but you better have a much better scanner than most of us can afford.) 

If you need to ask how much a really good scanner is, you can't afford it.

Carolita Johnson

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Scanners are great for flat work without ripples. I flatten my stuff under two very thick, heavy pieces of plexiglass and with a piece of paper on either side of the original against the plexiglass after a very light fine misting with water if it’s too rippled. 

Otherwise I remember Andy Pilsbury at TNY used to take photographs of fine color art — especially if it had a lot of texture— in his special studio.

Jenny Kroik

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I use an Epson scanner. Mine isn't great, so I have to do a lot of Photoshop tweaking for color precision. I've been meaning to get a better scanner for ages! Get a nicer one, and you might not need to do as much color-correcting. (I got the cheapest one for like $70).  Scan stuff at at least 600 DPI.

Also, my laptop has a retina display. I think they all do that now, I'm not sure.

Navied Mahdavian

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How do you get images of your work? I use an Epson V600 Photo scanner. I've used a few scanners and it's my favorite. 

What are your best tips for getting a good image? I usually scan at 600 dpi for finished images. I use Photoshop to clean up an image and adjust black and white (make whites true white etc.). 

Does your method differ when capturing a colorful image vs something black and white? I usually do black and white, so I'll use the greyscale scanning setting. If I do use color I just switch it to color. Otherwise, all the same. 

Michael Maslin

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How do you get images of your work? An Epson V550Scanner....probably 5 years old, still works well. 

What are your best tips for getting a good image? Don't have tips. I just make sure the image on the screen looks as close as possible to the original piece. As I'm dealing with a simple ink line with some pencil added on, it's not a complicated replication. Rarely have to do anything with/to what comes up on the screen.

Does your method differ when capturing a colorful image vs something black and white? For me, it's fairly simple as the drawing is an ink line with a small amount of pencil added. I've noticed that color pieces invite messing around with "saturation" and those other tools. I almost always end up liking the "adjusted" image better than the original. 

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[rawbins-undertale-blog]

l decided to remake an old drawing where I imagined how all the six souls would look! (Had it not been a redraw, everyone but Integrity and Kindness would look different....)

Anyways, old version + comparisons + me rambling below the cut

The full original artwork! The anatomy is... uh... certainly something, that's for sure!

Here they are side by side

So, I've improved a whole lot!

The old one took me 3h 35m, had a total of 8232 strokes made and was made 14th May 2019.

The new one took me 6h 28m, had a total of 18577 strokes made and was made 19th June 2021.

So yeah, I definitely put in more effort into my art now than I did before lmao, 10345 strokes are one hell of a difference (and???? I took like 3 hours less in the past???? Damn I was SLOPPY and it REALLY SHOWS lol)

The colours in the old one were... lacking, to say the least, and it all looked incredibly weird. I think I managed to pull off the light and shadows pretty well in the new version though! I also have a better grasp on, you know, skin tones. In the old one, everyone was not saturated enough AT ALL and I barely had a grasp on how light worked. I'm still not 100% happy with how it turned out now either (Patience looks especially off to me) but I'm done and not gonna fix that now ^^"

My anatomy before was lacking at best (and WHAT is going on with those FEET????) and I really just DID NOT know how to draw the human body (Bravery's arm for example, that thing haunts my nightmares), AND I refused to look at references on top of that (why was I so stubborn about that jfc). I'm pretty sure I drew this originally to practice drawing different body types, and I know what I was going for in all of them, but I didn't know how to draw fat or muscle at all so that didn't go very well lol, at least they didn't suffer from same-face syndrome too bad.... Because I didn't know how faces worked either what is GOING ON with Bravery's CHEEK?????? Actually, what is going on with Bravery just in general????

I tried not to change the character design too much, because it's supposed to show my improvement by showing art of the same things, but hsjhdsjhjfhds...... I had to improve some of them!! The character designer in me couldn't contain itself!!!! I'm especially happy with Justice's design, they look awesome now ngl

Anyways here's my ranking of my old drawings (best to worst):

Kindness, Perseverance, Integrity, Patience, Justice, Bravery

Ranking of new drawing (best to worst):

Integrity, Kindness, Justice, Perseverance, Bravery, Patience

If I remember correctly, I believe they identified as...

Patience - girl

Bravery - boy

Integrity - girl

Perseverance - non binary

Justice - boy

Kindness - girl

but I've decided that they are now...

Patience - girl (uses she/her pronouns)

Bravery - boy (uses he/him pronouns)

Integrity - girl (uses she/they pronouns)

Perseverance - non binary (uses they/them pronouns)

Justice - non binary (uses they/she/he pronouns)

Kindness - demigirl (uses she/they pronouns)

Also kindness gives me MAJOR aroace vibes, so that's what she is. I've also decided that Patience is also aroace. You can't stop me.

Also, ages:

Patience - 12

Bravery - 16

Integrity - 17

Perseverance - 15

Justice - 16

Kindness - 17

... And yeah, I may or may not be simping for my own art of Integrity Kindness and Justice what're you gonna do about it-

(also I'm 16, don't call me an adult simping for kids that's, uh, that's a big no-no)

Anyways now I've rambled for like an hour sorry bye <3