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sleepyconfusedpotato · 3 years ago

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FAQ (´,,•ω•,,)♡

Because It seems like I've got a sudden wave of followers, here are some FAQs! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

1. What hardware and software do you use?

Hardware : My laptop is Lenovo Legion Y7000, for drawing I use Wacom Cintiq 16.

Software : Clip Studio Paint EX

2. What brushes do you use?

For line art I use JiWa Pen (downloaded it on Clip Studio Assets) It's a textured pen rather than a very smooth one. I think it gives more character since I'm line art-based)

For the coloring brush I use just a flat oil paint brush and just the plain ol' blender. Nothing special.

3. How long have you been drawing?

I've been drawing since I was 4 years old. Now I'm 20 so I guess I've been drawing for 16 years now. Still a lot to learn tho.

4. Who are your inspirations in drawing?

for linearting : Yuto Sano (author of Lawless Kids), Tite Kubo (author of Bleach)

for coloring : Kim Jung Hyun (Artist of manhwas Riot, Viral Hit, and Brave Citizen).

art by Yuto Sano (left), Tite Kubo (center), and Kim Jung Hyun (right)

If you see my artstyle, it's kinda the mix of these three.

5. Do you go to art school?

Yes I do! I'm majoring in Visual Communication Design in Bandung Institute of Technology. Going strong on 5th semester right now!

5. Do you take requests?

Sometimes I do. You're very welcome to send prompts or stuff in my asks, but remember that I'm not obligated to do it. I will do it when it piqued my interest and when I have the time.

6. Can we use your art as headers/icons/etc?

Yes you can! Just remember to CREDIT me in your bio @sleepyconfusedpotato I work hard on that thing ( `ε´ )

7. Can we buy your fanart or anything posted in your blog? How about commissions?

All of my arts on this blog is NOT for sale nor I am interested in monetizing it. This blog is just a way of me having fun with my fav video games. I am a professional artist in real life but this is also my hobby and it makes me happy.

For commissions, yes sometimes I do. Currently it's closed.

8. But I really love you art and I would really love to print it!

I'm deeply honored that my art is loved by you, and you have my permission to save my art and print it. What you're NOT allowed to do use it to make money by reselling on merch sites for profit, reposting it, or claiming it as yours. If you do that Imma haunt you in your dreams ٩(ఠ益ఠ)۶ (jk but please have mercy on me).

If you want to print it, please, be my guest. If you do post it tag me tho I'd love to see it LMFAO (´꒳`)♡

9. How do you deal with artblock?

Sleep. Eat. Watch some wholesome feel good romance movies. Art block means your brain is deep fried 10 times over. Do something else other than drawing. When I'm ready to draw again, I force through it. No easy way out.

10. How do you motivate yourself to improve?

This might not work for some people, but I do it with self bashing LMFAO. I just tell myself that my drawing SUCKS and is UGLY AF people don't wanna even double tap it JSGAHAGGS 😂

So I practice and try to GIT GUD. No shortcut ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ

#Don't mind me just setting up a FAQ post #art #artist #artist faq #faq

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livelivefastfree · 4 years ago

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Love your cyborg!Chuck fic!! Wondering about a thing that didn't get addressed much: Julie obviously knew? the whole time? and Chuck, presumably, also knew about her, and obviously they had a mutual secret-keeping pact...but is Mike ever going to wonder what was up with that? Or are we supposed to assume he's figured out, post-finale, that Julie is Kane's daughter? And any chance of a prologue of Kane presenting Chuck to Julie like (I imagine), "Happy birthday, Julie-bear! Have this cyborg"?

This has been in my inbox since I published my first cyborg Chuck fic ever, so like...(*checks the release date on Override 0*) four years, lord. And the drabble has been sitting in my documents for almost as long lol. Hopefully this gives some explanation as to how a valuable cyborg full of experimental KaneCo tech ended up slipping out from under Kane’s nose, lol.

"I got you something," says her dad, and Julie thinks--oh, another stuffed kitten plush, maybe, or maybe even another level of security clearance if she's lucky--

She's not lucky.

"Dad," she says, with brittle sweetness, because she really really hopes she's misunderstanding this situation. “What...exactly...is the present?"

Her dad snaps his fingers. The boy standing behind him jitters, tries to step forward, almost crumples over, stands again. He's twitching and shivering like he's got some kind of tic, but his eyes are the part that really freak Julie out. Lit up and flickering from the inside, but weirdly unfocused and too wide. He's staring into nothing, and he looks like he should be swaying, like he should be unsteady on his feet, but now that he's standing he's just...still. Barely breathing, hardly blinking.

"I've seen that you've been doing some programming," her dad starts, and Julie makes a tiny, involuntary noise, trying to hold in a slightly hysterical giggle. Her dad either doesn't hear or doesn't bother to be concerned. "--This was a failed experiment from research and development, but if you want to try to learn to code..."

"What do you mean, a 'failed experiment'?" says Julie. "Is he-- Are you--?"

The boy doesn't seem to hear her talking to him. Julie's dad laughs, indulgent. "A cyborg," he finishes for her. "A failed one. He's harmless." A wry twist of his lips and an edge to his voice--Julie can almost hear "...unfortunately". "...But his programming is extensive. Plenty to experiment with. He should be able to tell you what you're doing as you do it, he was a fairly acceptable technician before he fried his brain."

He gives the boy's shoulder a shove, and he staggers forward toward her, still staring at nothing. His lips are moving minutely, Julie can see now--he's murmuring almost silently.

"Transfer registration holder," says her dad, bored and authoritative, and for the first time the boy shudders and speaks.

"...Define registration holder," he says, in a high, young voice that almost makes Julie jump. Julie's dad looks at her expectantly. "Full name and credentials."

"Julie," says Julie numbly. "Julie...Kapulsky. Executive intern?" The old family name is a complete unknown in Deluxe at this point, and it's the one on Julie's citizenship record. It's the safer option, as strange as it feels to say the name out loud.

"Confirmed registration holder transfer," says the cyborg, "Julie Kapulsky." And then he goes silent and still again, staring dead-eyed into nothing.

Julie stands there for a second, and just kind of...internally screams. Okay. Okay. So...this is a cyborg, this is a human guy who looks not much older than Julie, with computer parts shoved in his skull, and her dad is...giving her this boy. To practice on.

"He should have enough brain left to take care of himself," her dad is saying, somewhere on the other end of a long tunnel, "If he's more trouble than he's worth, we can find...other uses for him."

On the one hand, if Julie accepts this, she's going to own another human being. Which is...wow, no. But on the other hand, if she doesn't, her dad is going to take him back, and find something else to do with him. And Julie doesn't honestly trust him not to do something awful and unconscionable with this guy, especially considering the way he sneered when he said "harmless".

He's smiling at her now. Horribly, Julie realizes he's waiting for Julie to thank him.

"Wow!" she says, and manages an almost convincing smile. "That's really something, d-- M-mister Kane!"

"You don't have to do that, Julie-bear," says her dad reassuringly, and gives the cyborg another push in her direction. "Your old man's not bad at coding, himself." He flashes her that strange, warm smile he does sometimes, so at odds with the words that come out of his mouth, the things he does. "...Anything he hears about who you are, he'll scrub out of his memory automatically. As far as he knows, you're just an exceptional intern."

"Thanks dad!" says Julie, with tight, manic brightness. "Cool! Really neat! I'll go and, and practice, now! Try him out!" She takes the boy's arm, pulling; he follows her lead, eyes still focused on nowhere and nothing. "Looks like a ton of fun, thanks!"

"You're welcome, sweetheart," says her dad, and pats her shoulder affectionately. "I'll see you for dinner tomorrow night. Don't be late."

"I won't!" says Julie, barely listening now. "I'll, yeah! See you! Thanks dad! Bye!"

She can't close the door fast enough.

"Can you hear me?"

It takes a second for him to respond; he stirs, blinking, and then his eyes re-focus just a little and he says "...Confirmed."

Geez, that's so weird. Julie holds his eyes for a brief second, looking for any sign of consciousness or comprehension--she doesn't see any. The cyborg stares at the floor for a second, then his eyes slowly slide out of focus again.

"Kane's gone," she tries, and she can't tell if the faint twitch of his features is recognition of what she said or just the automatic reaction to his registration holder speaking to him. "You can come back now."

"Invalid request," he murmurs.

"Do you..." Julie drags a hand through her hair, groans. She really doesn't want to dig into this guy's programming, doesn't want to have her hands on something that intimate when he hasn't given her permission--doesn't even seem to register she's there half the time, and can't imagine saying "no" to her when he does. "Do you have a rollback protocol?"

There's a moment of silence, and then the cyborg blinks. "...Confirmed," he says.

"Really?" Julie's heart leaps. "Okay, well--okay! Run rollback protocol!"

"One executive exception noted," he says, "Authorization; Abraham Kane."

"Can you roll back everything else?"

Blink. "Confirmed."

"Okay!" says Julie, with more confidence than she's really feeling right now. "So-- Do that."

"Confirmed." He looks around, eyes wandering, and then walks slowly to the nearest corner and leans against the wall. Slides down it, holding his knees, leans his head back against the wall and goes still. Occasionally, his eyes flicker again. Other than that, he's motionless.

He sits there for at least five minutes. Julie watches him for the first two or three, then goes and settles down on his bed, pulling up a screen and flicking cautiously through a few shopping catalogues. The flickering of his eyes catches her peripheral vision; first few and infrequent, then faster and faster until it's an almost-constant glow, dim through his eyelashes. And then he gives a sharp gasp, a jerk, and doubles forward, head resting on his pulled-up knees, making sharp little noises of unmistakable distress.

"Hey!" says Julie, and pushes herself up, hurrying across the room toward him. "Hey, are you okay?" And then, with a little more authority, "--you're okay. You're safe now, you're okay."

"Where--?!" The cyborg stares around, eyes round and panicky. "Kane, where-- They'll take, they'll make me-- Don't make me--"

"Whoa!" Julie says, and grabs his wrist, snags the other one, pulling his attention back to her. "Hey, look at me. You're safe.”

Slowly, he stops struggling, staring at her. His face is really pale, ashy with fear, and he's breathing too hard and too fast, like a cornered animal. "I'm," he says, and swallows hard, sniffs, turns his hands so he can grip her wrists. His hands are big and long-fingered, cold, trembling. "I, he said he'd-- They're not gonna?"

"No," says Julie, because god, she doesn't know what her dad said to this guy but thank god he handed him over to Julie instead. "No, nobody's going to hurt you or--or anything." It's dumb, it's--she doesn't own him, no matter what her dad says, but she still feels responsible, and he's huddling into the corner, he looks so scared. Julie reaches out, slow and careful as he flinches from her, and rubs his shoulders, squeezes his arms as he shakes. "He's gone," she says, slow and clear. "He's not going to hurt you, you're safe.”

The boy stares at her for another second, taking fast, panicky breaths, and then--oh, no. His chin crumples and his cheeks go red and blotchy and he just--collapses forward and clings to her, shaking all over, making awful little muffled noises into her shoulder. Julie holds him, dumbfounded and profoundly uncomfortable, and does her best to make comforting noises.

"Who?" he manages, finally, in a shaky little gasp, "Who, are, where am I? What happened?"

"I'm Julie," says Julie, and rubs one scarred forearm in a way she hopes is comforting.

"Chuck," says the cyborg, like a reflex, and scrubs at his nose with one hand, staring around her pod. "I'm, I'm Chuck? I'm Chuck." And then, wavering again, small with fear, "...why am I here? What's he gonna do with me?"

Oh. Shit. Well, it's a reasonable question, as much as she hates to give an answer. "He's not going to do anything with you," Julie says. "Kane uh. Gave you to me. Like, as a present? I'm sorry."

"Why would he give me...to you," says Chuck. There's a weird, focused look on his face, like he's struggling to work something out. "I'm, I, he trashed me, but, I'm a significant, I'm, expensive? Why you?"

Well, shit. Alright. There's no way Julie's going to keep him with her, up here, so she's going to have to pull some illegal stuff to get him free anyway... Julie licks her lips, hesitates, and then decides to take the plunge.

"My name is Julie...Kane," she says, and sees Chuck's eyes flash suddenly blazing blue, blinding. "I'm his daughter."

Chuck stares at her for a long, long second. Then a little longer, then, just, keeps staring.

"...Chuck?" says Julie.

"Huh?" says Chuck. "Sorry, I--uh, I, what did you say? I spaced out."

"I said, I'm Kane's daughter."

Again, a weird, silent moment. Then Chuck smiles vaguely and goes "Ha, sorry, what were we, uh..." foggy-eyed and distracted, and Julie's heart sinks. One executive exception noted. If her dad was going to make one thing permanent, of course it would be the protocol to keep Julie's identity secret. Chuck is starting to look pale, too, dizzy and bleary and strained. Julie shakes her head, shakes the thought off.

"You look like you could use some food," she says instead. "C’mon."

Chuck stares at her, blinking vaguely, and then nods a second late. "Sure," he says. "Yeah, uh...I...yeah. What were we...talking about?"

"It's not important," says Julie, and Chuck's eyes flash once, twice, and then go dim again. He nods.

"Okay," he says, and shakes his head, dismissing whatever he was thinking about. "Yeah. Yeah, I thought-- It's...not important."

#Writing Is Hard #He Scream At Own Car #The Princess #waited too long for this one and nobody remembers the fic it's for but here's this anyway lol #tanoraqui

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