as I decided to post some old drawings, here is a picture of ME in the Hello Neighbor Welcome to Raven Brooks universe!! (yes, I used the style of the plot episode bc I just like it more)
another old drawing, this one of Theodore and Diane. I've been in love with this song for a long time, but at some point I thought of these two while listening to it so I HAD to draw this
I hope you don’t mind me asking?why does you draw Aaron with ginger hair when he’s brunette in the games? hopefully I’m not sounding rude!
sure, thanks for asking!
first, in fact, my last arts were drawn on a paper, and in real life his hair looks more brown actually :)
and yes, the color is still more ginger than brown. originally, I chose this color to make Aaron's and Nicky's hair look different so that people could see who is who not only based on clothes, but on their hair too.
still, before posting this I edited it a bit (just made the colors a bit brighter) so it might look just ginger😅
took me a month to finish cause I watched heartstopper and got a new hyperfixation :D
also to clarify: I thought this song's lyrics really matched Nicky and replaced "alcoholic" with "non-devoted" because I've always felt sorry for him for being rejected by his friends and having to go to Mr. Peterson's house by himself
I have a headcanon that living in the basement, Aaron has mannequin versions of his friends Nicky, Enzo, Trinity & Maritza that he has in fact made himself but he's sure that it was his Dad who made them in order to make his son feel less lonely (he's so traumatized that he can no longer differentiate his own creations from his Dad's)
ps: this might sound weird but in my head it seems really dramatic
I've never seen my Dad crying. never. "Petersons don't cry, " — he was always repeating.
they do though. my Mom cries a lot. and Mya does too. maybe that's cause they aren't real Petersons? Mom came from another family, so she isn't initially a Peterson. and Mya... maybe she's just too young.
my Mom cries often. she never shows it, but I know she does. sometimes, when I'm having another sleepless night, I can hear her sniffing and sighing in the next room. lately, Dad's been spending more and more time in the basement, so, after giving us a goodnight kiss, Mum stays alone in the bedroom. I often see her shadow on the floor through the crack under the door when I'm sneaking to the first floor to get some water in the middle of the night. one day, when the door wasn't closed, I saw her through the door slot. that time, she was sitting on the bed, wiping her tears away, crying silently. now I know why adults prefer to cry in silence — and I learnt to do it too. it's much easier to pretend that everything is fine than to accept that you're broken inside.
sometimes I wonder why Mom cries so much. maybe the reason is that she thinks that I took after Dad. maybe she knows I did. the truth is, the older I get, the more I resemble him. I can't deny it and she can't either. no one can.
I draw a lot. Mom really appreciates my paintings. to be honest, she's the only person who looks at them. but I know they scare her. I've never showed her my pictures on purpose. sometimes I walk past my room and see her looking carefully at the drawings on my desk. I don't interfere her — maybe I just don't wanna discuss it. however, once we had this sort of conversation.
one day, I couldn't find one of my drawings on its place. it was a notable one — a painting of an abandoned amusement park with broken roller-coasters. suddenly, I heard my Mom calling me. "Aaron," — she whispered with a trembling voice. — "is this what you're looking for?"
I turned around and saw her standing in the doorway. there was a piece of paper in her hands – at this moment, I recognized my drawing. "wanna talk about this?" – Mom murmured, showing my picture.
I don't really remember what I was doing after. I only remember myself rushing towards her and tearing the paper out of hands. I think after that, I turned away from her and pressed the sheet of paper to my chest.
— can you tell me about that drawing, Kitten? — Mom's voice was so quite I could barely hear it. — I would like to listen to your thoughts on it.
— I didn't ask for your opinion, — I snapped, looking away.
I don't remember the next few hours. I was probably just crying silently, wiping my tears away with my hand. in the evening, I finally left my room and went downstairs. I remembered Mom sitting on the couch, staring at one point. I don't know what i was thinking about, but I just came towards her, quietly sat down and snuggled up to her. Mom cuddled me without saying anything. we spent the whole night sitting next to each other, hugging and saying nothing. but it was actually better than anything else in my entire life.
"she's talking to me like I'm a grown-up. I'm not, though. I'm just a kid. why can't anyone see that?"
what amazes and scares me at the same time is how responsible and conscious Aaron and Mya are. I mean, how old are they in grave mistakes & puzzle master? like 10 and 8, probably? just imagine what hellish things these kids must have gone through. since early childhood people have been blaming them for things they never did — firstly, for their father's deeds and decisions, then their grandparents'. these innocent children had to deal with so much pressure from outside AND with questions coming from within. they didn't even understand what had they done wrong, did they? these two had to carry such a heavy pain on their still fragile shoulders for so long. people literally took away their childhood.
I feel like love is truly the purest feeling a human can have. love makes us so hopeful and genuine. and no matter who you love - your friend, your classmate, a complete stranger, a celebrity or even a fictional character - you love them purely. I'm talking about this kind of love, when you just adore this person and you would do everything for them and in this moment your heart fills with infinite happiness and adoration and you start drowning in it. love is everything.