#my sketchbook is a disgrace

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Do you ever plan on posting sketches of scenes you’ve written? I remember you mentioning that you would sketch out scenes in notes after some chapters and I would love to see more of artwork !! Sorry if this is an odd question!!!

This is a call out, a call out specifically for me, my call out.

I keep saying I’ll post my sketches then never do, don’t I? 😭

I did not forget this ask, but I did panic and went rummaging though my note books, only to realize that I had thrown them out!!

None of the ones for Definition of Insanity survived (except one which I need to finish shading thx. If I accidentally stumble upon the rest I WILL post them!)

BUT I have some on my laptop so here have some Head and Shoulders(TM) from the Controversy series:

So originally Robbie was going to be in on the whole “Drug the Bridal Party” shenanigans in Agree to Disagree and then Sportacus waking up in the backseat and then idk they would kiss and make up (then I obviously decided that ALL SHALL SUFFER)

Old man Íþró making faces and being angry at Robbie in Finding Common Ground

Babbuh Sportacus and emotionally compromised Íþró

Some Mama Rotten

This one is a wip that I still wanted to share

And bonus from People of the Mounds Robbie before I decided what color his dress should be!

[second-star-to-motunui]

The Happiest, Non-Magic Boy On Earth! ❤️✨

✨ Feat. Mika Inkwell (oc) ✨

NRC’s newest student is strange boy who is deemed magicless! And yet the oddest things keep happening around him…

note: just a fun thing to properly introduce my special boy ❤️

Mika Inkwell is without a doubt, the strangest boy anyone had ever seen at Night Raven College.

The Dark Mirror dubbed him a magicless oddity from another world, during the Entrance Ceremony. Yet, not even two seconds later, he pulled a giant paint brush out of nowhere, used it to create a giant stack of soufflé pancakes, then erased it just as fast. Where did the paintbrush come from? No body knows.

Mika has a knack for pulling random objects out of nowhere. Stop signs, frying pans, lunchboxes, alarm clocks, comically large objects—literally anything.

During an argument with Sebek, he said that Mika’s goofy behavior was so disgraceful that someone should tell his mother (which he does not have, he has two fathers.) Mika proceeded to pull out an old fashioned telephone and call Sebek’s mother to complain.

“Hello, Mrs. Zigvolt? Your son is being VERY annoying!”

“What the—GIVE ME THAT—!”

Mika is quite the fashionista. Every once in a while he’ll ditch his uniform for his newest designs, from colorful dresses to flashy cardigans to strange decorated mouse ears. He’s usually seen in up to five different outfits per day. How does he change so fast? It’s a mystery.

He’s doesn’t only make clothes! Pillows, stuffed animals and backpacks are his specialty too! All of his friends end up with handmade gifts from him.

Epel has a poison apple backpack. Floyd has a big shrimp plushie. Ace and Deuce have matching card solider scarves. Malleus has a gargoyle teddy bear that he loves very much.

Speaking of Malleus, he is absolutely fascinated by everything Mika does. Boy could spend hours talking about his pin collection and favorite desserts and Malleus will be staring at him like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

“My dad bought me these pins right after I went on a scary ride at a theme park! This one’s cracked because I tripped on a ladybug and fell on my face!”

“Child of man, I say this with absolute seriousness, how soon can I have your hand in marriage?”

Apart from being a master at sewing, Mika is also one hell of artist. Too good of an artist. Some of his pantings have a bad habit of coming to life.

It’s important that he has an empty sketchbook on hand, otherwise he’s gonna find himself another canvas. Like one of NRC’s many boring, blank grey walls! Crowley let it slide the first time because Mika painted a very lovely mural of the Great Seven that everyone loved.

He had to pull the plug when Mika painted 3D sculptures of walking broomsticks to help Ace and Deuce with their chores. Heartslabyul almost drowned.

That doesn’t stop Mika from making paintings all over Ramshackle!

“Mr. Inkwell?”

“Mr. Crowley~?”

“Would you happen to know anything about the blue bunnies rampaging all over campus grounds?”

“What makes ya think I had anythin’ to do with it?”

“Your signature is on their BUTTS!”

Mika also has funny nicknames for some people on campus—Vil is Blueberry Pancake, Epel is Lavender Macaron, Malleus is Mint Cheesecake, etc.

The strangest nicknames however are the ones he’s has for the Great Seven.

Why would he refer to them with names such as Uncle Scar, Auntie Hilda and Mama Mal? Do they remind him of his actual family? Supposedly, he has a huge family.

The Great Seven appear in a lot of Mika’s doodles, along with a few other familiar figures…

“Blueberry Pancake! I designed another dress for you! I based it off of Auntie Hilda’s dress! Do you like it?”

“It’s a cute design, but you need to stop calling the Fairest Queen by such an improper name. I don’t mind your name for me but you shouldn’t refer to a well respected figure like that.”

“Well she didn’t like when I called her Mama.”

“What—?”

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Ramona: Talking to the moon

Okay okay okay... OKAY... I NEED TO SHARE THIS IDEA I HAD OR ELSE I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL AND WILL BECOME A GHOST WHO HAUNTS ANYONE WHO SHIPS RAMONA

I've been listening to the song 'Talking to the moon' by Bruno Mars quite a lot lately. I especially listened to it while drawing Ramona drawings because I ran into the song in a Ramona playlist on spotify and saw it fitting for it. But then, like the person with a giant imagination and person that talks to herself 24/7, I ended up coming up with a whole scenario for a possible music video, that I hope to do at some point when my brain finally tells me 'alright, you can animate now you dumbass'. LET'S START.

We begin to a scene of Raph in his bedroom on his bed. We see he is drawing someone, it's Mona Lisa. He takes a deep breath and sighs as he closes his sketchbook. He recalls how several of his friends made fun of the idea that Raph actually got with a salamander alien from another galaxy.

Slash: "Hehe. You sure Raph you didn't accidentally get high while in space?" Catty: "BAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA THAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING EVER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA" Lotus: "Let us meet her in person and if we don't meet her we know your taking drugs." Emina: "Awww. Is she your imaginary girlfriend? If so that is adorable! I hope you'll one day find the girl you dream of her to be."

These were some of the many comments Raph has gotten. He got up from his bed and went out of his room. He decided to leave the sewers for a while.

It was late at night and the sky was almost pitch black filled and covered with bright sparkly stars. We see Raph jump from roof to roof. He was still thinking about Mona. He stopped as he looked at the moon. It was a full moon. Gorgeous and beautfiul. It shined across the city, creating a sort of blue-ish dark purple like moonlight (how the f do you describe these things-??). Raph sat down on the edge of the roof. His green eyes tilted up towards the moon. Sitting by himself, all alone. It was just him and the moon.

His hand slowly reached out to it as he thought he saw glimpses of Mona in the moon. He looked down and pulled his arm back. He closed his eyes as he felt the moonlight hit his green like skin that also had diamond like shapes all around his body (Raph is a diamondback-terrapin in my AU along with Leo and Jennika). Raph thought of Mona and all the things they have went thru. He opened his eyes once more and looked back up at the moon. Wondering of Mona Lisa was still thinking about him and hasn't forgotten about him.

We cut to a new scene. Also if you wanna make it more fun with the song make it cut to a female cover of sorts. This time it shows the planet Salamandria, Mona Lisa's home planet. We find out that Mona became the talk of the town after the Salamandrians reclaimed their planet back from Dregg. Everyone found out about the turtles and their gang and how they were friends with Sal Commander/G'throkka and Mona Lisa/Y'gtthba and also how Mona fell in love with Raph and became his lover.

The female salamanders would gossip about her and question if she is okay in the head. They also thought it was embarrassing of Mona that she would choose a creature of lower rank and from a disgraceful planet. The males kept telling her that all he is trying to do is seduce her and to be with a real man. And that all he will try to do to her is try and impregnate her and make her bare his children that he will then not care about (babygirls acting like they won't also do the same to my queen and they act as if they don't want my girl to carry and deal with billion trillion gazzilion kids). Sal would defend his friends and especially Raph and that Mona made the right choice falling in love with him.

Mona hated how Raph was seen by her people. She was able to see how judgemental they were towards people all because they were a lower rank compared to them. Also she found it hypocritical that people said she made the wrong choice picking a low rank creature when many of the people that said it are lower ranked salamanders and she doesn't even know them. The things they said kept being repeated on and on in her head. She didn't like it in the slightest.

She walked thru Salamandrian and saw a few hills. She decided to climb a bit. She actually enjoyed doing that. Even as a kid she loved it. Mona kept on climbing until she saw the full moon shining in the dark sky. The stars shining bright as always. She sat down and crossed her legs together. She did a similar thing like Raph did in his segment. Reaching her arm towards the moon, having small glimpses of Raph, but then she looked down. She hugged herself and sighed. Mona wondered if Raph was still thinking about her and hasn't fallen out of love with her. As she closed her eyes she thought of Raph again and hoped he was truly the love of her life. She was really hoping she wasn't just being some stupid fool.

Now the male and female cover mash together and we see both Mona and Raph side by side. Both finally speaking and calling out if either one of them can hear each other calling them. Only to once more look down. The moon was still there shining brightly.

Finally we show both Raph and Mona side by side. Doing what they were doing in the earlier scenes. Both staring at the moon, reaching their arms towards it as they see glimpses of each other. But then they look down and close their eyes. Slowly, both got up and began to walk away with sad like expressions. They missed each other a whole ton and they were wondering if they will ever see each other or will they forever be far away from each other? Neither don't know...

Finally, the music ends and it's over....

Damn I wrote this really fast which surprises me lmao- Anyway- To my brain: PLEASE LET ME GET MOTIVATION TO ANIMATE THIS PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED MONEY TO FEED MY 10 MILLION KIDS AND HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO CURRENTLY LIVE IN THE SEWERS AND HAVE TO EAT RATS IN ORDER TO SURVIVE PLEASE HELP-

[cherrio-krispz]

Near the beginning of the year, I had this promt in art class. The oromt was:

Draw your greatest fear, full shade.

I drew my sketchbook getting obstructed.

But if I had that prompt NOW? I'd disgrace my gallery with that goddamn cat just for a grade in the easiest class.

[ladyyatexel]

My step dad's family is really into gambling and casinos and card games and all of that kind of thing but particularly lottery scratch off tickets.

Every year on generic winter holiday we are given two or three scratch off tickets. I often look at the dollar amount these things cost and think I wish you would have just bought me a doll instead.

I scratched all of my cards, which is at least satisfying, and I won nothing. My stepdad won $200. I sat there thinking that was deeply fucked up. And I guess he thought so too because when I went out to my car after he had put an awkward bag in the back seat for me the $200 lottery ticket was on the console between my two front seats.

I tucked it lovingly into my SketchBook since my Sketchbook is often the one thing I can count on myself to need and keep around and open regularly and not lose track of.

I was in the car because I was driving to my aunt's house which is part of a whole other story, but the main takeaway was that I got $20 on a ticket someone gave me there.

I went home feeling very loved and very safe and comfortable although in a shit load of pain so nothing made it back to its brain worms assigned place. The next day I felt like roadkill but that was fine because I didn't have to be anywhere. Yesterday, however, I ran out of toilet paper because I forgot in my Euphoria at having made it to the dairy section the other week that I also needed to pick up toilet paper. And I decided hey while I'm grabbing that, I can cash these lottery tickets, nifty.

I opened my SketchBook and all that fell out were my original tickets - all complete losers.

Immediately I hear my step dad's voice saying to me, "I love you, use it wisely," when he saw me notice the ticket in my car and I think oh God not only did I not get to use it wisely I didn't get to use it at all because I couldn't even hold on to it for 24 hours I am a disgrace.

I looked through bag I was given. I looked In Pockets I was not wearing at the time. I turned every page in my Sketchbook individually. I called my aunt and shamefully asked her to go through her garbage in case I might have thrown away the wrong bag of tickets.

After about a half hour of this I thought well fuck I'm at least going to have to go down to my car in the dark and in the cold and see if they fell between some seats down there. I reached for my keys which were not on their brain worms approved hook. Foreshadowing to a future Tale.

But I also noticed on that hook and mail sorter kind of thing was my wallet in the spot where it is supposed to be with winning lottery tickets sticking out of the side of it. I apologized for so rapidly swinging from the unimaginably rational thinking ahead end of the swing all the way through to the complete dumbass who doesn't look for a money ticket in xyr money holder.

Today, @love-lays-bleeding came over and I was going to jump to the grocery store to grab the few things we needed with the assistance of grocery carts which I just forgot were an option for me because I haven't used them in like 15 years. Which I would have loved to do.

But I could not find my keys.

[deltarive]

Looking Back

once in a while, I would find an old sketchbook i had when i first started taking art seriously (I was about 13-14 years old). I don't know how to feel when I look at the stuff I made. A part of me gets nostalgia cuz I recall when i made that and the exact reference. Another has the sudden urge to tear younger me to pieces saying "This is a disgrace in my name!" Or should I be relieved that i did make progress. I'm not the most consistent in drawing exercises, I often found 'exercises' tiring. But I always draw whenever I can, and I draw a lot. So when I look back at these old sketchbooks that scream "A beginner has made these!" I'm reminded of all the years I spent getting better.

[whatsortofschoolisthis]

✧ IDENTITY ✧

Full Name: Robin Micah Ames

Nicknames: Robbie.

Name Meanings: Robin- English, “Bright Fame” ; Micah- Hebrew "Who is Like God?" ; Ames-, “Friend” 

Date of Birth: March 28th, 1875 (Easter Sunday).

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Nationality: English/Welsh

Residence: The Wedge Inn.

✧ APPEARANCE ✧

Hogwarts Faceclaim: young Alex Pettyfer

Adult Faceclaim: slightly taller Alex Pettyfer.

Height: 6 ft

Build: Athletic

Hair: Blond hair cut short

Eye Color: Crystal Blue 

Scarring:

Three scars on his forehead above his right eye from an attack by Dark Wizards as a child.

One long ugly scar on his back from fighting a giant spider (got him from behind).

Modifications: (glasses, piercings, tattoos, etc.) his right ear is pierced (a tradition held by sailors)

Other Distinguishing Marks: None.

Clothing Style: trousers, simple shirt, and a flat cap. Wears his robe as little as possible, hates it.

Accessories: A pocket watch that doesn't run, he uses it to get out of conversations.

What’s in His Pockets: His wand and an adder stone

What’s in His School Bag: Textbooks, quills and ink, parchment bound into a notebook, a star chart, notes from Benny, and a sketchbook.

Accent: English

✧ SPEECH & LANGUAGE ✧

Dialect: Standard English and Lanky.

Languages Spoken: English, Welsh

Languages Understood: English, Welsh

✧ PERSONALITY ✧

MBTI Type: 

- ENTJ (Commander),

They are natural-born leaders with an unparalleled drive to turn their visions into reality. Their strategic minds excel at seeing the big picture, identifying long-term goals, and devising efficient plans to achieve them. They possess a rare combination of confidence, charisma, and decisiveness that draws others to them and inspires them to follow their lead.

Positive Traits: Brave, loyal, kind, cool-headed, honest

Neutral Traits: sarcastic, dry humor, direct, cunning.

Negative Traits: irritable, bad liar even when it's important, stubborn.

Common Stressors: classes, looking after Benny, the fact Streelers exist,

Comforting Things: Flying, Reading, Quidditch once he discovers it, looking after his brother Benny, dueling.

Interests & Hobbies: Flying, Quidditch Commentating, dueling, drawing, hiking.

Description: Robin Ames was not a typical Slytherin, he would sacrifice his ambitions for his brothers and friends and often did. He was a horrible, horrible liar, no one ever believed his lies and he was overall considered a disgrace as a Slytherin.

That being said, Robin was not nice but he was kind and treated people well, he made no distinction between class or blood Status, which was unusual at the time.

✧ MAGIC ✧

Wand: Pear Wood, 11 inches, and Flexible.

This golden-toned wood produces wands of splendid magical powers, which give of their best in the hands of the warm-hearted, the generous and the wise. Possessors of pear wands are, in my experience, usually popular and well-respected. I do not know of a single instance where a pear wand has been discovered in the possession of a Dark witch or wizard. Pear wands are among the most resilient, and I have often observed that they may still present a remarkable appearance of newness, even after many years of hard use.

Other Magical Abilities: None

Patronus: A hare.

Patronus Memory: Holding Benny for the first time after he was born.

Boggart: The Dark Wizard that attacked him and his family

Riddikulus: The Wizard trips and breaks his nose.

Amortentia:

Robin  smells like Old books, fir trees, pears, something sweet yet sharp, and ink.

Robin smells apples, fresh air, and hay.

Mirror of Erised: The Dark Wizard dead and his family safe. After it's discovered the man died at sea, he sees Benny and River happy and his parents gravestones.

✧ HOGWARTS ✧

House: Slytherin

OWL Classes:

Astronomy — O

Charms — O

Defense Against the Dark Arts — O

Flying — EE

Herbology — A

History of Magic — EE

Potions — EE

Transfiguration — EE

OWL Electives:

Divination- O

Study of Ancient Runes — EE

NEWT Classes:

Charms — EE

Defense Against the Dark Arts — O

Potions — A

Divination- A

Extracurriculars: Crossed Wands Dueling Club and Astronomy Club.

✧ EMPLOYMENT ✧

Affiliations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ; Gringotts Bank, Self employed.

Professions:

Age 18 to 26- Cursebreaker for Gringotts Bank.

Age 26 to 60- Freelance Cursebreaker with his wife Katherine and cousin Dylan.

✧ FAMILY ✧

Father: Donald Alexander Ames.

Born in 1850, he was the only child of Jacob and Alice Ames, who belong to the 'off' branch of the Ames family. He grew up in an inn in an isolated wizarding Hamlet called The Wedge. His parents had a nasty habit of murdering muggles and lone half-bloods and stealing their belongings.

Eventually they were caught by Muggle Authorities and were allowed to be executed by them and Donald was sent to live with his uncle Robert at the age of seven.

Unfortunately, his parents had left their mark, Donald was a cruel and conniving man and the Sorting Hat barely touched his head before sorting him into Slytherin, where he met Lucy.

Oddly enough, he has one good quality: he finds Blood Purism and bigotry to be distasteful, the aspect of his parents targeting innocent muggles (especially children) always deeply bothered him and he feels they got what they deserved.

He's a terrible father though, he does not like his children, having them was an unpleasant surprise, and the only one that's a Slytherin (Robin) is really bad at being Slytherin.

Donald made his parents Inn into a reputable bed and breakfast. He died of Dragonpox complications in 1928.

Robin doesn't like his father much and generally ignores him whenever possible.

Mother: Lucy Jeanne, Morgan

Born in Wizarding Cardiff to James and Agnes Morgan in 1850. Agnes was a witch and worked as a midwife and James was a muggle, he worked as a pharmacist.

Lucy was the oldest of three children, the younger two being twins, Glynis and Glenn, both of whom were also magically inclined She was a peevish and unpleasant child but otherwise not remarkable.

She sorted into Slytherin after being a Hatstall between Ravenclaw and Slytherin for eight minutes.

Lucy married Donald after he was established in the Inn (they were both 23) and she had River a year later in 1874. In 1875, she had Robin and in 1883 she had Benjamin.

She wasn't as openly disdainful as her husband but she treated her children like dolls and didn't really know what to do once they gained opinions and general sentience. She does love them in her own way though and keep all their Hogwarts letters in frames.

Lucy died of old age at the age of 84 in 1934.

Robin likes his mother as a person but not as a mother.

Brother: River Edmund Ames.

Born on October 31st, 1874. River was the first child , a Ravenclaw, and was expected to run his parents Inn as they aged. He Did Not Do That and became a train driver for the Hogwarts Express. He married Natty Onai and had two sons Samuel and Kian.

He was very quiet and very serious as a student and excelled in Care of Magical Creatures and Ghoul Studies, the latter due to living in a very haunted Inn.

Robin loves his brother and they're very close.

River has a strange dislike for Leander Weasley, it is on sight if he even thinks he glimpses the other boy.

Faceclaim: Toby Regbo

Brother: Benjamin Matthew Ames AKA Benny.

Born on June 3rd, 1883. He was the baby of the family, was sorted into Hufflepuff, and wasn't expected to be much by his parents.

He became a wandmaker and owned his own Wand Shop in Nova Scotia, Canada, called Ames Wandwoods (Still exists today). Benny was often in the Hogsmede Ollivander's and had a million questions for poor Gerbold Ollivander.

He married his childhood sweetheart Molly Cash and they had four children: Jack, Acacia, Letty, and Mark.

He was very cheerful and hardworking, most people liked him at Hogwarts. He was a perfect and head boy while there.

Robin adores Benny and is very protective over him and Benny loves Robin. He follows him everywhere when he can get away with it.

Benny was very fond of Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, the latter of whom pretended to be annoyed by it.

Faceclaim: Young Freddie Highmore

Cousin: Dylan John Wright

Born on January 3rd 1875 to Glynis Morgan, Lucy's little sister. No one knew who the father was and Glynis was quickly married off to a Pureblood named Thomas Wright. Thomas was the only father Dylan ever knew and was an overall good father to him, adopting him at two years old.

Dylan and Glynis came to live and work at the Inn after Thomas was killed in his work as an Unspeakable when Dylan was eight.

Dylan was sorted into Slytherin after being a Hatstall between Slytherin and Gryffindor. He's cunning, a bit ruthless, and a fierce fighter.

He joins Robin in his Cursebreaking ventures after several failed attempts at business, including a general store in America.

Robin and Dylan are thick as thieves and consider the other their best friend.

Faceclaim: Finn Wolfhard

Pets: 

Childhood: A large calico cat named Miss Lily and a great horned owl named Annis.

Adulthood: One albino owl named Snowy and a crup named David.

✧ ROMANCE & CHILDREN ✧

Love Interest: Katherine Louise Ames Formerly Katherine Louise Weeks.

Sons: Henry James Weeks and Andrew Sebastian Ames AKA Andy.

Daughter: Vera Jane Ames.

✧ OTHER RELATIONSHIPS ✧

Best Friends: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, and Dylan Wright.

Close Friends: TBD

Friends:

TBD

Acquaintances: TBD

It’s Complicated: TBD

Hogwarts Dormmates: Dylan, three other spots.

Rivals: TBD

Enemies: Any blood purist

✧ HISTORY & BACKGROUND ✧

Place of Birth: St. Mungo's, London.

Hometown: The Wedge (Hamlet) , Lancashire England.

Childhood: 

Robin and River spent a lot of their childhood staying out of their father's way and dealing with their mother's oddities while helping in the Inn. After Dylan moved in they spent hours exploring the countryside and hiding from their parents.

Benny's birth was the one bright spot in Robin' life.

Hogwarts Years:

Robin ended up entering Hogwarts in his Fifth year due to an attack by a Dark Wizard (that his father had offended) nearly rendering him, his brother, and his cousin into Squibs. Professor Fig managed to coax them out of their shells and back into Magic.

Adulthood:

After graduating from Hogwarts, Robin worked as a Cursebreaker for Gringotts Bank and met Katherine Weeks, an American Witch and consultant on unique American cursed artifacts.

They fell in love, to the annoyance of Robin's parents and to the delight of Katherine's, both were the children of Purebloods but Katherine's mother Em was a Squib and her father Frank was not gifted at magic, both becoming apple farmers rather than entering any strictly magical field as a result.

They got married , left Gringotts, and started their own Cursebreaking business with the help of Dylan Wright.

Old Age:

Robin spends time with his surviving immediate family (Benny, Katherine, and Dylan, River dies in his late forties) and friends. He gets very good at muggle chess.

Death: 

Robin died of old age in 1970 while sleeping in his favorite chair. He was 95 years old and left two surviving children, four grandchildren , and eight great grandchildren: Rubin Orn, Wren Ames, Fiadah O'Faud, Jacob 'Danny' Ames, Bryn Ames, Hecate Ames, Sean Ames, and Evangeline Baker-Ames.

✧ MISCELLANEOUS ✧ 

Favorite Color: Gray.

Favorite Foods: Cauldron cakes, baked fish, and lamb

Favorite Drinks: Butterbeer, ginger ale.

Favorite Weather: Foggy.

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Book: Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne.

Dislikes: Bullies, Streelers, his dad, licorice, and chocolate frogs (he doesn't think they should move.)

Trivia:

Robin is the great-grandfather of the Ames children. He met Rubin, Wren, Fiadah, and Danny but died before the others were born. He was particularly fond of Fiadah and would have loved Sean and Hecate.

He and River burned down his parents Inn after their death and freed many of the trapped spirits of his grandparents victims.

He loved the invention of the Television and was very fond of the Twilight Zone and Doctor Who.

Robin once killed an early version of a death eater. He was tried but found innocent.

His favorite movie was Snow White and The Seven Dwarves.

Hates Wizard's Chess but loves Muggle Chess, because the latter is sensible and the pieces do not Move About or Have Opinions On People's Outfits.

OC profile by @unfortunate-arrow

[penandswords]

/i'm re-watching My hero to get inspiration for Rima and thinking about how she'd navigate the world. Being reminded about how Bakugo use to bully Deku for having no quirk!

I feel like if she heard ANY hero / future hero say that would end on the back end of her sketchbook.

Coming from a family where THAT kind of thinking lost her a friend. (she'd be a little more than peevd to hear someone who WANTS to be a hero say something so DISgraceful)/

Her at bakugo. "huh... My family use to say the same thing..." -it's not a compliment it's an insult since her family is all villains and HAVE murdered quirkless people before.-

[szczutek]

Health and Bookbinding

Illness as Metaphor, Susan Sontag (1978)

  In paradox to the title, Sontag’s text opens with metaphor, exloring the theme of health as a dual citizenship passport which is used alternately throughout ones lifetime. This imagery proves only the more compelling as Sontag makes her argument on the approach and reception of illness, particularly cancer in her contemporary culture.

•„...the healthiest way of being ill – is one most purified of, most resistant to, metaphoric thinking.”

•„illness experienced as a ruthless secret invasion” „a disease regarded as a mysterious malevolency” „as long as a particular disease is treated as an evil, invincible predator, not just a disease...”

•„In France and Italy it is still the rule for doctors to communicate a cancer diagnosis to the patient’s family but not to the patient; doctors consider that the truth will be intolerable to all but exceptionally mature and intelligent patients.”

•„Cancer patients are lied to [because the disease] is felt to be obscene [...] Cardiac disease implies a weakness, a trouble, failure that is mechanical; there is no disgrace, nothing of the taboo...”

Epilogue – Audre Lorde (1988)

  Like Sontag, Lorde reflects on cancer through personal experience, though her account is proves more direct, approached more personally from the queer black perspective.

•„Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” à It is argued Lorde coined the first ideas of ‚self-care’ and as evidenced through this essay it is far from the modern capitalist ideas of pampering oneself through consumerist rituals. As she goes on to say in the following paragraphs, caring for oneself has many institutional obstacles – black patients are statistically neglected by doctors or more prone to medical malpractice.

•„Building a strong and elegant pathway toward transition.” à Death is portrayed actively by Lorde, as a process of life, not as an end or a slumber or imminent doom. It is not met with warmongering rhetoric e.g. Losing a battle.

Mark Quinn’s statue of Alison Lapper pregnant.

What was Alison Lapper’s involvement and what moral discourses arise from the project?

Sick Woman Theory – Johanna Hedva (2016)

Johanna Hedva’s Sick Woman Theory, though arguably encompassing a very diverse set of experiences of illness, is a very American manifesto – individualistic, full of buzz words, expanding on sections relevant to oneself and neglecting those that do not cater to her establishment of her own identity as the Sick Woman.

•„The Sick Woman is a straight man with depression who’s been medicated (managed) since early adolescence and now struggles to work the 60 hours per week that his job demands.” à ref. Narcocapitalism by Laurent de Sutter

•„The Sick Woman is the refugee/abused child/starving.”

•„When being sick is an abhorrence of the norm, it allows us to conceive of care and support in the same way”

•„To take seriously each other’s vulnerability and fragility and precarity, and to support it, honor it, empower it. To protect each other, to enact and practise community.” à Though it has not been proven, it is said anthropoligist Margaret Mead stated one of the first signs of civilisation was a broken and then healed femur.

BOOKBINDING TASK: The Passport

The passport above resides in my sketchbook. The passport is divided into sections of colour and monotony, in which colour defines health and monotony decay. Throughout life the two are in conversation with one another - with the exception of a few childhood moments at the beginning of the passport.

Here is the thought process numbered by page: 1. The Republic of Life 2. "First you are a child" ejected from a pair of legs. 3. The development at this early stage is pivotal to cognitive balance. The sea cuts off the development of 'home'. 4. As the Placebo song once said: 4723985 - I gotta breathe to stay alive; and 142978 - feels like I'm gonna suffocate At this point in life you will encounter gay sex. 5. The joys of teenage mischief. 6. The woes of teenage mischief. 7 - 10. The fateful events of September 20th 2020 that you will be tired of seeing used as motifs. 11. Remapping cognitive function 12. Colour is restored, but not to the hands 13. Colour is restored, you are still being watched 14. Colour is restored, for better or for worse 15. The Death page.

[transcarcinization]

it really is annoying though bc i desperately want to be able to turn my brain off and just Draw Character (what is even the point of having king blorbo of ur sketchbook if you dont get this). and yet i cannot. because i need 900% brainpower at all times trying to get anything i like. disgraceful

[xbydefault]

Wanted to try the official comic style for LazyTown... To be more exact Robbie’s comic style

Ergo five minutes sketch and colored pens and THEN one hour of trying to correct the colors on the computer 😥

[xomby]

day 3 of @fancyadancebrigadier’s challenge!!

favorite ships: benton/yates

i actually hate the drawing i did for this one so i added some other little doodles i have of them to redeem myself

[tracle0]

It was the 100 year anniversary of the Buster Keaton film, ‘One Week’, yesterday, so I spent the day drawing Keaton. 

[johnsamericano]

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His partner for the biology final project seems to be a pain in the ass, but Haechan soon finds the source of her behavior. And the situation seems to be more complex than he ever imagined.

genre: angst and a bit of fluff.

warnings: abuse (mental and physical), violence, this includes delicate topics so read at your own risk

a/n: if any of you is going through a hard situation, my dms or even my asks are a safe place if you want to talk

☞ taglist: @morningsunandnightsky @soberhani @aaasteroidsky @chenlewifey @piaozhisheng @doeilovr @aedreamzy

falling masterlist

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“Y/n and Donghyuck.”

An audible groan interrupted the silence of the classroom, followed by a fit of giggles.

“Is there a problem, Donghyuck?” Mr. Kim gave him a stern look, challenging him to complain.

“Not at all, Mr. Kim. I'm sorry.” Haechan glanced at you from the corner of his eye. You remained stoic, drawing something in your sketchbook, face hidden under the black hood of your jacket.

It was one of those days where you dressed fully in black, avoiding any human contact. It wasn't always that way. Some days, you'd giggle with your group of friends as if dark y/n didn't even exist.

“Get together with your partners and start discussing your work plan. There will be no chance to work on it during my class.” The whole room whined, Mr. Kim, smiling at his students’ disgrace. “Move along, now.”

To his surprise, you were the first one to get off your seat.

“My place is free on Tuesdays.” He had to swallow the need to correct your manners. Just a few weeks and it’d be over. He’d gotten through worse.

“Alright. We can meet at mine on Wednesdays if you agree.” You nodded, grabbing one of his pens to write your number on the corner of his notebook. Rude, he thought once again. “I’ll text you tomorrow when I head to your house.” He proposed once you were done vandalizing his belongings.

“Ok.” And you left.

Donghyuck considered himself to be a man of many gifts, but unfortunately, patience wasn't one of them. He texted you that same day to ask for your direction. But you never answered, nor did you bother to open his message. It wasn't until the next day, after school ended, that you sent your location.

“I’m not gonna make it, guys. It's barely day two and I already feel like pushing her off a rooftop.”

“Come on, Haechan. It's not that bad. My partner hasn't even contacted me. It seems like I'm gonna do all the work by myself.” Jeno sighed in defeat, packing his laptop as he spoke. “I’ll get going. Good luck.”

Luck was definitely needed.

After grabbing some food, Haechan headed to your place, which turned out to be only a few blocks away from his. The doorbell was so loud it could be heard from outside.

“Hey, come in.” It seemed to be a good day, as your outfit wasn't completely dark, and you were wearing something similar to a smile. “There are some leftovers in case you get hungry.”

“Thank you.” He hated having to deal with your mood swings. It was like working with two different people. “Let’s start.” The faster we finish, the better, he thought.

You sat in the living room, typing information on your ppt as fast as possible. But despite your efforts, darkness soon took over the sky.

“Can we take a break?” As he lived in his own apartment, he didn't have a curfew, and your company didn't seem as annoying anymore. You even looked cute when you weren't frowning constantly.

“U-Uhm...sure.” He noticed the slight tremble in your voice but decided not to acknowledge it. You were probably too tired. “We can have a cup of tea if you want.” Your eyes drifted nervously to the clock. You still had plenty of time left.

Except you didn't. As soon as the water started boiling, the sound of keys clanking against each other sent you into defensive mode. Hurriedly, you grabbed Haechan’s hand and dragged him upstairs.

“What’s going on?” You tightened your grip around his wrist, urging him to lower his voice. “Y/n?”

“Y/n?” At the same time, a male voice called from downstairs. You pushed Haechan inside your room, placing your index over your lips pleadingly.

Something was wrong, and though Haechan didn't know what it was, he remained silent inside your room like you'd asked him to. Whispers hushed by the closed door could be heard from his position.

“Where’s my dinner? I thought I'd asked you to have it ready by the time I returned.”

“You came home earlier, so I-”

“You’re just a useless bitch, aren't you?” Haechan muffled a gasp, pressing his ear against the door to hear the conversation more clearly. “You should've left with your mom...No. You should've died instead. We could've started another family without the annoying parasite you are.”

“I’m s-sorry...” You apologized between sobs. The loud sound of glass breaking making you audibly yelp. “Please, I'm sorry.”

Haechan wanted to burst out of your room, afraid the man he assumed was your father was hurting you, but then again, he would probably cause you more trouble. There was surely a reason why you hadn't reported him to authorities.

“Get out of my sight, or the next glass will smash against your empty head.” Quick steps made their way upstairs, getting louder as you approached your room.

“What the hell, y/n?” He grabbed you by the shoulders, trying to scan you in the look for possible injuries. But the dim moonlight wasn't of much help.

“I’m sorry, Haechan. I thought he wouldn't be home until later...”

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” If only he knew. “We need to report him. Come on. I’ll take you to the police station.” He tried to drag you to the window. The jump wasn't too high. It would be easy to escape that way.

“Please, stop.” You grabbed his hands, squeezing them tightly to slow down his pace. “I can't.”

“He’s abusive, y/n! You don't deserve this shit.”

“Says the man who despised me a couple of hours ago.” As if he'd received a punch straight into the face, he stumbled back. “He provides me with a roof, and until I get a job of my own, I can't do shit, you get that?” Tears pricked your eyes as you tried keeping the volume down. The last thing you needed was him bursting into your room to find out there was a boy inside.

“That’s bullshit. I'm taking you to the station.” He pulled your arm harshly, making you squeal. You yanked your arm off, rubbing the area with your lower lip tucked under your front teeth. Under the sleeve of your sweater, a big bruise peeked. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“Just leave, please. If he finds out you're here I'll get into trouble.”

As he walked back home, knees bruised from jumping out of the window, he weighed his options. Leaving you there would mean risking your well-being, but accusing your father would go against your desires and cause you trouble. Why did Mr. Kim have to pair him up with you?

(...)

The next day was one of your bad days. You were wearing a face mask despite you weren't sick. Almost as if you were trying to conceal something.

Haechan approached you during the break. To any outsider, it would seem as if you were only talking about the project, but the reality was much deeper.

“Take off your mask.” He commanded almost angrily.

“No.” It was embarrassing enough that he'd seen that little scene at your house the day before.

“Look, I'm sorry for acting like a dick yesterday. But can you blame me? I'm worried sick.” Though he’d never admit it, Donghyuck was a very sensitive person. “Please, let me see.”

“Fine.” You pulled it off, revealing a bleeding lip and bruised cheek. “What are you going to do now?”

“Let’s go to my house. I’ll take care of your wounds.” This time, instead of gripping your wrist, he linked your hands gently. “If you don’t let me do anything for you, I’ll go crazy.”

“We still have classes left.”

“No one will notice our absence. Let's go.”

Haechan wasn't half as though as he wanted everyone to believe. Every time he'd press the alcohol-soaked cotton to your lip and you flinched, he rushed to apologize, rubbing his palms over your arms to distract you from the pain.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked while applying ointment to your injuries.

“Sure.”

“Why does he hit you?” The question surely sounded better in his head. Nonetheless, you answered.

“My mom died in a car accident a year ago. I was with her, but I survived. The man you heard is my stepfather. We had a good relationship before mom died, but lately, he seems to think I was the one who killed her.”

“I’m so sorry for having treated you the way I did. You didn't deserve it.” He truly regretted it. You could tell by the way his eyes started to water. “I know you don't want to report him but...”

“Please, Haechan, it's already bad enough that you know it. I don't want anyone else to find out. I don't want people to see me as an abused and homeless girl.”

“Can you let me finish?” He placed his hands over your thighs reassuringly, almost too sweetly. “You can stay here with me. We’ll tell people we’re together, so no one suspects anything.”

“You don't have to. I just have to endure it for a couple more months and-”

“What if he kills you?” The thought of it alone was enough to make him want to puke. “Just accept, and it'll be as if we were roommates. You have a part-time job, don't you? We can split the rent.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’ll be a burden if you stay at that house. I’ll keep getting anxious knowing you're endangered.”

After hours of bickering, you finally accepted. While your stepfather wasn't home, you packed your essentials, waving goodbye to the house that held your whole childhood.

Given the fact that the spare room in his apartment was used as a gym, you had to sleep in the living room for a couple of nights. Late at night, whenever Haechan got up for a glass of water, he'd see you sleeping on the couch. So peaceful. Slowly, your wounds started healing, as well as your relationship with Donghyuck. Your stepfather never bothered to look for you, but nightmares of him storming into the apartment became a regular occasion. You didn't have enough money to pay for a doctor, so you started a diary.

“What are you doing?” Haechan found you writing on it one night, sitting in your brand new mattress. “A secret diary? Are you cheating on me?” He regularly joked about your fake relationship, teasing you with occasional hugs.

“It’s nothing.” But your tone made him uneasy. He snatched the notebook from your hands, quickly scanning through the paragraphs before you took it back.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“You worry too much about me.” You hid the diary under your pillows. “I’m alright.”

“Scoot to the side.” He tucked himself under your covers, pulling you into his warm embrace. “I’m gonna start registering your stuff to make sure you're not keeping anything to yourself.”

“It’s okay, Haechan. You don't have to do this for me. We're just friends.” He sighed, massaging your scalp with his fingers.

“Are you that dumb?” Looking down at your face, he noticed the small scars scattered around as he silently promised not to let anyone harm you again. “I know I was an idiot at first. But haven't I showed you just how much I like you? I thought I was obvious.”

“Are you sure it's not just pitty?”

“Goodness gracious, just keep quiet.” He squeezed you tighter. Not too tight though, he still feared hurting you like months before. “Now sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

“But I want to talk now. Does this mean we like a...couple?” He hummed, supporting his chin over the top of your head. “So we can hug outside of school now?”

“That’s what we're doing now.”

“And kissing?” He hummed again. “Whenever I want?”

“Sure.” He didn't expect the small peck that you left on his neck, proceeding to bury your face in that same place.

“Good night, Hyuck.”

[thedeadthree]

19-23 for the beloveds bella and petra <3

HI ALYSSA MY DEAR i hope ur doing well! omg ty so much! i need to yell about the girls i stayed up until 4am finishing the sandman hkjasn so ty omg <3 and in honor of the bella’s sandman verse takes the stage! <3

autumn themed asks 🍂

19. what would be their plan or weapon of choice in a zombie apocalypse or alien invasion?

BELLONA: g*un kjsamk her wraith abilities aside, i think bella would likely go for the tride and true baseball bat that seems to work well for most in the event of the zombie apocalypse (and bc she’s an avid appreciator of horror movies it’s the only thing she would think of jjanxks).

PETRA: she would honestly try to engage in conversation becoming the aliens liaison “manipulating” her way to the top of the hierarchy ajnxasaj. her weapon of choice in the event of a zombie apocalypse would be her tried and true ritual dagger.. for summoning demons to k*ll the zombies of course! <3

20. what family traditions do they remember from their childhood?

BELLONA: her fathers family is as old as new york high society itself, so her memories of family tradition are steeped in obligations and beautiful but old, dusty homes with myriad of skeletons in the basements. not to mention her parents until she was 11 belonged to a spiritist cult which would later take her as their ritual sacrifice, giving her the wraith powers but tethering her to purgatory. traditions included gala attendances, the debutante balls, and charity benefit balls, and the like. bella and her friends in her childhood also dabbled in the occult, participating in full and new moon rituals!

PETRA: raised away from her aristocratic parents being the result of an affair between two families she was whisked off to be raised by her disgraced grandmother, the traditions of the upper crust in prague did not become familiar to petra until adulthood? and a virtually solitary childhood traditions usually centered around occultist and infernal traditions which her grandmother practiced! holidays that were associated with the occult or days holding meaning to demons and the like. she did look forward to the sunday markets her grandmother would take her to she was little, the pomegranate crepes her grandmother would make those mornings were to die for <3

21. what role would they be in a horror movie (final girl, the jock, etc.)?

BELLONA: literally the first victim.. but not THE first victim of the film? like the reason the place is haunted in the first place? shes the monster in essence? but also like.. shes got her reasons u know?

PETRA: the final girl AND the one who was summoning the horrors in the first place ksajnkjns (darn demon summoners ajnska)

22. if they had a familiar, what type of animal would it be?

BELLONA: her familiar would be the ghost moth! associated with being the souls of the dead and emerge in the twilight hours to haunt..! (maybe even one of the signs of bellonas presence is the sight of these moths..? maybe?)

PETRA: so one of the animal companions that i haven’t named yet is actually in her last picrew! though if i had to associate HER with a familiar (that u can be sure she will summon ajhnsjka) that would be a crow! sort of screaming by how much that makes her a parallel to dream in the sense he’s associated with ravens omg.. crows symbolize emotional and spiritual change! and with the way im planning her arc i couldn’t have pictured better <3

23. what’s their craft of choice (sewing, painting, etc.)?

BELLONA: her true love of tattoo art is proven by her being covered in tattoos all drawn by her..! so i would have to say her craft of choice is that! (it counts right?).

PETRA: demon summoning. she loves to sketching in one of those antique leather-bound journals! sigils, wards she plans, nature she spends a lot of time sketching nature when shes not summoning demons or absorbing soul of the dukes and lords of hell kajnskans..! (dream do not look into the latest entries of her sketchbook no that’s not you no ur seeing things akajkn)

[gatorkid509]

Yep! More art, and so soon too, plus it's digitally colored. Since I get days off from work on Wednesdays and weekends, I had time to digitally color this today( Actually I started coloring this late last night and continued up until this morning, then I took a little break then continued into this afternoon, I know, I barely had enough sleep, but I wanted to finish this by the end of to day) So as you can see, this technically my first JCA Fanart that's not a character bio, and not going to lie, I really like this change, mainly because it feels really awesome to use the characters you made in an actual scenario like this one, plus it's nice excuse to not draw arms/legs that aren't in the shot. As you can see, this scene shows Leng Ren " suggesting" to Ping he should start acting like a proper Demon, and by proper, she means enslaving and killing humans like the good old days. And you can defiantly tell Ping's really uncomfortable with both her suggestion and Leng Ren herself since she she is squeezing his shoulder pretty hard, plus she's a terrible mom to him, so that's also why.

Leng Ren likes to call Ping " Little Ping" because the Little part is her way of saying he is a weak little child. I'm pretty proud of how well this turned out, I was actually surprised how good it came out due to the sketch I made in my physical sketchbook looking a bit messy, so I'm glad it came out so well. Also you can probably tell that I didn't draw Leng Ren's necklace or red forehead markings, along with not drawing Ping's glasses and shirt pocket. For the necklace and forehead markings, I thought Leng Ren wouldn't wear the necklace 24/7 even when she reunited with her family, not everyone wears their jewelry 24/7. And I've debating whether or not to keep the markings since I felt they made her face a little cluttered since she already has red in her eyes and lips, so I just got rid of her markings and now she looks better in my opinion. As for Ping's glasses, since he knows she won't approve of him wearing them, Ping decided to avoid wearing his glasses while his mom is with the family, and while this does mean he has to rely on blob shapes and bumping into things now, it's worth it to please his mother. As for no pocket on his shirt... Just pretend it's a different shirt. And yes, if you can't tell by the background, this scene takes place in Section 13, mainly in the Talisman Vault, a pretty good place to passive aggressively threaten your disgrace of a son with the death of his human friends. Also it is literally a screenshot from the show, you guys know I'm not good at backgrounds. And before you guys ask, no Shendu is not in the vault like he is in the show, he was in the vault when his nieces and nephews arrived, but when his brothers and sisters returned he got his true form back but was only limited to the Rat, Tiger and Horse Talismans. But even if he was in the vault when Leng Ren and Ping were in there, he would have done nothing. Sure he would have said something to Xiao Fung about his wife abuse their kid, buuuuuuuut... Nah! Also, I had my had at shading again, I tried to shade it like how the characters are in the show, but I don't think I did it that well, still gave it my best shot. So yeah, I think that's pretty much it, tell me what you think.