MORE ART!! moooore art! this time some digital pics! to mess around w my new tablet / laptop hybrid thingy! featuring 1 random elf girl and some pics of my vampire character henry! who i last drew like a million years ago but! im allowed to draw her again ghgh her designs rlly fun!

What about that gay little musician (Klavier I think is his name) from AA for the character asks!!

Jdoxowkxixjs I love the way u phrased this SO much!!!!

Yes his name is klavier which means piano in German which he 100% knew when he picked it out! He is canonly gnc af and dresses in the nonbinary colors. Klavier is a they/he in my heart although I have a seen transfem klavier which I also love and adore.

Sexuality hc: Klavier is a bi icon, could u see him wearing heart shaped glasses? Yes

Also he's ace! And canonly wears an ace ring!

[ID: A fullbody of Klavier stands in the center of the screen, hands on his hips. He has long blonde hair in a twist, a purple blazer, and a black button down and pants. On his left is the ace flag (back, grey, white, purple) and on his right the nonbinary flag (yellow, white, purple, black). Both of these are colorpicked off of him. On the bottom left is a image of Klavier pointing to the right with a ringed hand. On the right is a closeup of him pushing up his shades with the middle finger, which has a silver ring on it. End ID]

Ship: THEE klavier ship is klapollo, listen they are SO!!!

NOTP: not really applicable cuz klapollo is so prevalent? I'm open to other ships w him in it (assuming characters r close in age). I guess maybe him and ema (bcuz I think they'd only work if in a poly w polly) and tbh I think they’d be more fun as worsties

Random hc: I love klavier sm I feel like ive seen every post abt him and don’t have any original thoughts that haven’t been said before but, I hc him as having OCD. This is mostly just based off of our interactions with him during Guitar's Serenade.

Also, I’m aware this is an unpopular opinion but I don’t think he had a crush on Apollo when he first met him! Like I do find that trope fun and silly, but looking at his character Klavier would never fall for someone at first sight, and definitely not someone he’s as suspicious about as Apollo [he accused his brother of Murder]. Klavier is SO So meticulous and need to have all the facts figured out beforehand. I truly believe he needs something to be loud and messy and BAD at to vent with because he tries SO hard to keep everything under wraps at all times. Get the man a buncha brightly colored paints he can go ham w!!! Let him blast music in his lonely studio apartment and head bang and belt songs and dance badly where no one can see!!! Let him learn to take up space authentically in his own damn house!!

General opinion overall: He is SO charismatic and blorbo-able! He seems carefree but is Not in any sense of the word. He makes you think he wears his heart on his sleeve but it is hidden under SO many layers, getting him to trust you is going to be SO much work. He puts EVERYTHING he’s got into his passions and by god he’s gotta make sure he’s got everything Just Right. He’s such a layered character and its hard to pick out his thoughts, also they created a character who is just SO interesting when you pair him with literally any character. Like he and apollo are such opposites how would they function together? What the hell was the Gavin brother’s relationship Actually like? I think abt this all the time. Also like, him and Wright actually became more similar characters due to his disbarment, but also That past affects his relationship with Ema too! Also how the hell did he cope (did he cope???) with the personal betrayals he suffered in AJ?? Also what’s his relationship with the other prosecutors in the office???? Does he have offscreen friends or did he really lose everyone? I am unable to be succinct over Klavier but it boils down to:

He has the range! He acts silly and carefree but is so NOT! Which gives you so much to explore

Also tagging @kingdomofbrokenhearts bcuz u also sent in an ask abt him, and @sailormaya bcuz they are the CEO of Klavier Gavin and know all the facts. Also if you wanna read a klapolli fic where klav Doesn’t fall in love at first sight and has The biggest bi panic, highly recommend: this fic!

CRYING IN THE (WINTER)CLUB

Before starting the ID I want to say there are some OC characters in this, and I’ve described their general appearance in this google doc for ref!

[ ID: Wide front view colored art drawn traditionally and colored digitally. Every character is in fullbody except Dr Habit whos drawn till above legs. In the scene many people are gathered out in the winter snow at a backyard. Snow falls everywhere. Overall pic is light blue toned. There is slight pale vignette around it.

Dr.Habit is looking away and wiping a tear, smiling. In the artists interpretation he has yellow fur, pink hair, stitches on hands, deep red nails.He wears long brown fur coat, big white knitted scarf, black fingerless gloves, black fur ushanka with orange fruits and green leaves design. Wears hair in a long plait. A dark grey maine coon leans into him.

Putunia is laying down, hands on cheeks making a ''ooo'' face in anticipation and glee. In the artists interpretation she has long dark brown curly hair. She wears a purple petunia shaped dress, blue pants, short brim straw hat with fake purple flowers,  thick yellow socks. Wears hair in big pigtails tied with pink bobble ties. She is looking at Lil Habby( the puppet) holding a fire gun to a melting chocolate bar, melting into a cup for making a drink. He wears the usual with a pink flower in hair. He has long thin simple shadow arms and legs here.

Marigold is sitting idle on the grass, looks curiously at snow on his petal hair, maybe even irritated. Near him on a pink cushy sofa with green highlights and little yellow flower designs sits Rose playing his flute eyes closed and legs kicking casually. In this picture his hair is longer. His hair tie rests on a sofa arm.

Behind him the Carlas are making a Snow Carla. Fortune Teller Carla is smiling and keeping a camellia on the snow figure. A red sleeveless dress and red gloves are drawn on her, wears hair in double buns with sparkling grey flower bands encircling buns, green eyeshadow. Another Carla laughs heartily, adding more snow.  A green buttoned dress with yellow ''fluff''  and striped brown cap with same fluff is drawn on her. The third Carla's face is away from viewer, she too is adding snow. A blue dress like Elsa's icy dress and a purple flower crown is drawn on her, though the cape is actually worn. The Snow Carla has one swirly eye dug in, a button eye with leaf lashes and branch eyebrow, carrot nose, red wax lips stuck on. From the camellia tree behind the red-clothed one, a pair of green cat eyes with thick brown brows stare.

Farther away on the other side Kamal is walking in, holding a half eaten pitha in hand while approaching. He holds a bag with a box saying ''To Kamal, with love''. In the artists interpretation his face is acne scarred. He wears a blue-black sweater, purple scarf, blue pants, brown winter shoes with white fluff at the top, one gold earring, frog shape chew necklace, hair is in a bun.

At the center Trevor is reaching up  with a stool and fiddling with a giant vibrating hot chocolate machine. He wears his usual coat with added blue jeans, red scarf with yellow and black stripes, leopard print heels, green goggles, mask for mouth, silver ear piercings. Hair is in a mullet and nails are sharp and black. The machine has a funnel streaming black smoke, and many bright devices on it. In the center of it is a radioactive symbol. On one side to its bottom is a part reading ''DEVIL MODE'' in allcaps with fire graphics, a big red button in a glass case is above it with a note that reads ''Never(underlined) touch'', stuck with a smiley face pin. There is a mounted fish figurine on one handle. The hot chocolate is fizzling over the brim.

Behind him a long table laiden with food is seen. There are swirl designs on the wood's sides. There are red and green apples, borscht, three colored drinks, yorsh, glintvein , 3 tier chocolate cake, shchi, cut open peaches, cut round bread, bowl with sweet bread cakes, three small buns, full breasted chicken in aluminium foil. Lily is looking over the table edge, grinning with the aim of stealing the cake.

There are plants around, a winter garden. In some places a green color overtakes the snow with grass growing. All over the yellow fence, to the left side, are huge clumps of winter jasmine.

To the horizon trees in blue-green shades with snow coverings are seen, closer and then farther and farther away. In that distance the silhouettes of Jimothan smiling and waving to Trencil, while dragging Parsley through the snow behind him are seen. Trencil stands and smiles, a little of his towering purple castle with red highlights, many turrets, visible.

end ID]

DESC UNDER CUT 

yisssss MFERS I made a winter piece before winter was FUCKING OVER sobsob

heres my yearly tribute to the season of nosebleeds cracked lips and flies aND SNOW!!!!!!!!(NOT WHERE I LIVE ;W;)

Also my birthdays really soon. Like next week soon

Ermmm ahffjd to talk a little about what I drew...hmmhfhg...well idk if the perspective( god i tried) makes this look different so ill just throw it out there thats Habits not looking at my sonaJDJVNJ hes looking away and crying due to found family feelings. Carlas doing some gay shit. Pabit+Putunia about to start a small localized natural disaster. I mean how else do u make hot choco without setting chocolate on fire tbh. Hotted chocolate. aNd YeS mY fAmIlY SeLf iNsErTs ArE ThErE tOo >:3. The machine will explode tommorow but its OK. They can make bath bombs from the carnage. Hrhggh I had a different idea but then my sis changed my HC so Im just gonna say Habit built it but with Trevors help hence the flashiness nd DEVIL MODE. Now that ive watched hlvrai i cant stop dropping references this series is so quotable .   Sawww those guys in the back? Honestly Trencils probably a winter person with the low light, fog and blocked sun.

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EDIT: WELL MY BIRTHDAY GOT OVER AND JANUARY ALMOST TOO DAMN..GETTING OVER MY HEAPING ANXIETY AND POSTING

I dont Expect a lot of notes or anything but I suppose its alright, one of the important things to me is just archiving my art somewhere.

I know the IDs long but I’d recommend reading through if u also wanna like know the specifics of what I drew, OVER 15 PLANTS I THINK   I’d be flattered,

If you reblog with tags i’ll be happy though!!

[ID: The same drawing but with no editing- no vignette, snow overlay, blue overtone or color correction. end ID]

EDIT: Shortened the rlly long ID, but if someone wants to know the plants i drew under ‘winter garden’;  The flowers and plants visible at front are virginia rose, red chokeberry, snowdrops, a single frost covered rose, piers japonica in pots. To the middle inkberry, more snowdrops, colored hellebores patch,  glory of snow, black hellebores patch, pansies, cyclamens, yellow aconite, some more snowdrops. A little farther are two winterberry plants, a camellia tree, witch hazel, english primroses, staghorn sumac. 

Can ppl please stop acting like lightening dark skinned characters by like 10 shades is because of ~*~*LIGHTING*~*~ 

Dark skin doesn't do a FULLBODY tone shift to make the character look like another race because of lighting. That's not how skin works jesus christ.

Even if a black/dark brown person is in a BRIGHT white spotlight their WHOLE BODY isn't going to flip 5 shades up. 

And NO Im not talking about color theory & image tone or filters, 

I'm talking about everything about the character and their surroundings is normal tone, extra characters are normal tone, their clothes and hair are normal tone, but their skin is miraculously brighter somehow.

Also I get the issues with harassment though, because I once drew a commission for someone of a character I wasn’t familiar with who had lighter tan skin. The reference images available however were from a game, lots of dramatic lighting and cutscenes lit by fire, etc. and the customer was very happy, so when I posted it, a small group of people who knew the series better tried to start some shit with me because he apparently wasn’t dark enough. Nevermind that I actively work to NOT do that and have darker skin myself.

I don’t agree with harassment of artists in the slightest, it just hurts our message and a lot of ppl aren’t intentionally trying to cause harm. Gently educating people and then leaving it be is how things should be handled. Don’t be a dick about it. 

But I do see a troubling number of people use those instances to justify racism & lightening characters to absurd degrees to claim its “just lighting” and “SJWs are at it again” when there is real harmful history of actual racism and colorism in the world & most cultures from western spread ideologies. Skin bleaching with harmful chemicals is a thing, and lack of dark skinned characters is widespread enough. 

So when one does come along, and they’re altered to such a noticeable degree to say ‘this is better or preferred to me’ there’s a LOT of history & justified resentment there. In some cases it can even be internalized colorism. So just, PLEASE educate yourselves, and speak up when you see people trying to justify racially veiled ideologies when there’s art controversy.

When lighting from sources is unreliable it’s understandable to guess. But if there’s flat character concept art available (no filters, no alternated lighting) and you deliberately lighten them by a significantly noticeable degree perhaps reflect on why you find it necessary to do so.

Also if you’re one of those people afraid of backlash w/ dark skinned character fanart, going darker is always better. If you think you made the character too light just make the tone a little deeper & richer, that’s fine. And in fact it can help combat those internalized habits.

It’s 2019 and I’ve seen these issues my whole time in fandom, we can do better.

hm y’know what i’m in a bad mood so i’m gonna say something that’s been pissing me off for a while now and i’ll put it below a cut bc it’s long and stupid and petty

i hate people telling me to raise my art prices.

like, ok. i get your intent. but stop. i can count on ONE hand the number of t/g comms i have gotten since july. that is 8 months. and yes, this is despite bumping my thread and doing other forms of advertisement.

i have never been comm’d for usd.

recently, again since july, most of my comms have been for items. and taking those item values into account, the art was pretty fucking underpriced. at least compared to my normal shop prices. 

(if you’ve ordered art from me using items, i’m not mad at you or anything like that, this is just me being salty. you’ve saved my ass several times over and ily for that)

there’s one single event that sticks out to me when i think of this. some people tell me i should charge at least $30 for a shaded color fullbody. but the thing is, i’d been selling stuff at that price for the equivalent of $7.50 or less and not gotten a single comm. and i get told to raise my prices despite that. 

(that event was about a year ago, and i’ve since raised prices for that to $18. but it still sticks out and the point still stands even now.)

i’m honestly sick of it. 

i’m this close to actually lowering my prices just so i can get something that isn’t an item sale.

fr is not a good platform to sell art. my foot is still barely crammed in the crack of the “establishing yourself as an fr artist” door after two years of working on this. it’s not easy.

and something else; i see some new artists sometimes, with low prices and nice art. people get on them to raise prices, they do, and people pay those prices... for a couple weeks. then the new artist goes around, tries to get comms, to be met with either silence or “i can’t afford it :(”, and they get discouraged. and i’ve seen this multiple times. it’s happened to myself multiple times.

don’t encourage someone to raise prices unless you would be willing to pay that.

there are exceptions, of course, but that’s generally what i think based on (my own) experience.

pricing art on fr is an absolute hellish thing to do. 

if you think someone is underpricing, tip them if you can. it says a lot. 

i went off on a big tangent but y’know what idc i’ve been wanting to say that for ages.

emord out

Tempered

 You heard this was the right place. The place people go to for very specific surgeries, nestled in an alley that seemed to exist in most cities in the area, no immediate signage aside from the weirdly hot-pink frame of the door. You tug the hem of your dress down anxiously and take as deep a breath as you can manage before stepping up to the dark red door and push it inward.

It doesn't budge.

 Supid, stupid, girl, you curse to yourself. You pray no one notices as you pull it open and walk inside. The interior is... much the same color as the door. Varying shades of burgondy and crimson. Not dark enough to look like blood, but certainly evocative of it. Not bright enough to sting the eyes, but certainly towing that line. The person at the desk is busy with the printer, but she does acknowledge your presence. "Good evening, miss." she says without looking up, nodding just enough to cause her orange hair to cascade against her shoulders. "Are you here to schedule an appointment?"

"I'm-... I called here a few days ago, actually. I'm here to see a Doctor-"

"-Ah! Doctor Afton, yes."

 As her memory of your voice surfaces, you notice something shift beneath her hair before she swivels her chair towards you to let the pages print off. It becomes immediately apparent to you that she's clearly had a bit of work done here. She pins her hair behind two long, pointed mildly swiveling ears and stares at you with all six eyes, a brief but noticeable pause in what she was doing before she looks back down into her hand and places a clipboard and pen on the desk to sign in with. "Ehm, once you've this filled out, you'll be called in shortly."

 And so you nod, signing the paper with your somewhat shaky chickenscratch and sit down. As you do, you can feel the receptionist's eyes... staring at you, into you, very expectantly. God it feels like the extra eyes are giving her access to exactly how ugly you are, with the brief flash of a smile you catch from outside your peripheral vision hinting she found you amusing on some level only she can truly process. Your penmanship begins to waver near the end from the discomfort of the glare, but it's at least readable. She takes the board and nods as she motions to the small waiting area. There are magazines and pamphlets, but you don't bother to look; the mags are either old or disinteresting tabloids, and you practically memorized the pamphlet when you stumbled across it in the street one day.

 Darkside Aesthetics Clinic. A name more suited for a tattoo parlor than a plastic surgeon. A place that promises an in-and-out in a day guarantee despite even the most extensive of operations. According to what testimonials you could find, they even live up to it. Doctor Harold Afton was said to be one of several people on staff, with his specialty being cases like yours. Not knowing what you want, but knowing you want it, and that it was better than what you had now.

 As you begin to ponder, you hear a door open. You look up to see... a relatively normal man, albeit in something that looked equal part like a surgeon's scrubs and a long robe fitting a religious official. Off kilter, yeah, but surprisingly normal compared to the receptionist.

At least, until you realized you didn't hear shoes, or footsteps of any kind, as he stepped forward. And that you couldn't... really get a good bead on his face. You recognized eyes, a nose, mouth and ears but you couldn't describe exactly how they looked if they tried. It was like he existed in a dream.

"Ah, you must be Ms. Andrews." he says in a low, but almost disarming voice as he offers his hand. You stand up, staggering just a tad from how fast you'd done it, and shake as you say hello. Dear god, his hand feels cold. "Come with me, and i'll talk you through the procedure."

With a hasty 'okay', you follow him into the back. The moment you cross the treshold of the door, you feel your hair stand up on end. All of it, but your own thought processes draw your attention to the hairs on your legs. You always kinda hated thinking about it. The main reason you wore a dress was because it didn't rub up against your legs as much.

"As you saw in the pamphlet, we operate on a very quick schedule, but there is more to discuss past that," the doctor began. "Based on the plan you've scheduled, we may need to keep you for an hour or two for acclimation." 'Acclimation?', you pondered aloud. "Yes. The scale of the changes you've talked to us about seem as if they'll require time to adjust to, and to double check and make sure everything is in order. Weight redistribution can be taxing on the body."

You laugh nervously and nod. Of course.

 The man leads you into the room, looking not unlike a typical hospital patient's room, with a desk, a couple chairs, and a padded bed... chair contraption to lay in. You cannot help but notice, however, that there was a very large bookcase in the corner. next to the medical supplies cabinet, and an ovoid, elaborately-framed fullbody mirror. Dr. Afton pointed towards a folded pile of fabric on the examination bench. "I'll need you to change into those. Knock on the door again when you're ready and i'll come back in to begin."

 You nod to confirm, and he leaves, the only sound he makes being the closing of the door. You take a deep, deep breath as you get yourself into the hospital gown. Despite your best efforts, however, your eyes remain fixed on the mirror for a few minutes. Every time you passed by one, you always, always, felt ill thinking about the trouble people have given you over this body. Noticeably chubby, pearshaped as you've heard yourself described in passing, with visible hair along the arms and legs. If they weren't audibly disgusted, they were usually unbearably disgusting. It just, wore you down over the years. Made you feel small and terrified of other people. You manage to shake off the transfixation on the mirror and finish getting dressed in the gown. You take a second to remember to knock.

 The doctor enters the room again, quiet as a mouse if you hadn't been looking at the door. He motions for you to lay down on the examination bed. Part of you comprehends part of what this is going to require and hesitates for a second, but you do as instructed and tried to mentally prepare yourself for the next step. Dr. Afton glides over to the bookshelf and searches through books until he pulls a specific one from the shelf, and then opens a cabinet on the lower level of the desk. Out comes an air tank, mask, and what appeared to be a heartrate monitor. As he places the monitor's reader on your wrist and turns it on, his next question takes you off guard.

"Now then, would you rather be awake or unconscious for this?"

That. Was a very distressing question to get from a surgeon. And the monitor illustrates that very well as your heartrate goes up.

"You'll still be anesthetized of course! Just think of it more like a dentist's appointment compared to more elaborate procedure in your average clinic."

Less awkward. Kinda. Part of you wants to go under and get it all over with, but the weird adrenal rush has gotten the better of you.

'I'd rather be awake' you tell him.

He smiles, and hands you the mask, hose affixed. "Understood, miss. I'll use a lower dosage." You put on the air mask, and as you hear a hissing noise, you take a deep breath. Your head gets a bit cloudy, but it doesn't worry you. You've gotten dental work done before. You feel a chuckle escape your mouth reflecting back on that visit.

"Alright, Miss Andrews, keep your legs straight, and your arms towards the closest corners of the room."

 You nod, chuckling a bit again, and do as he wishes. With that, he opens the book and thumbs through it. It's kinda weird that the book is a major part of this, but you're not in the headspace to care. Once he finds what you can only assume is the page he wanted, he reads off words you doubt you could understand even if you weren't gassed silly right now. He places a hand gently on each wrist and ankle before stopping with a pair of fingers pressed to your neck. Each limb he touches feels slightly heavy, even after he's removed his hand.

 His reading is spirited as he finishes the incantation. As the final words leave his mouth, you hear something... snap, in the air. You feel a gentle tug at your arms and legs as Dr. Afton taps a finger to your stomach. You let out a soft giggle as it feels like you've just put on a corset. It feels warm. But it quickly subsides as you feel the pressure of your limbs being pulled at harder. Yet, the doctor is in your line of sight, and he's touching none of them. You look down at yourself, and see that the weight you could never seem to lose is getting less prominent. The doctor removes his finger from your stomach and stands back.

That's when things began to go off the rails a bit.

 You feel the tugging get sterner still, and see a touch of blue forming on the skin of each appendage, slowly travelling out and up your body. A dull buzzing fills the air. You start to feel even warmer, sweating as the doctor looks on in amusement. It quickly turns to concern, however, as your sight line begins to travel backwards. You assume your bed is sliding, but you look down and see that no, it seems to be staying just where it is. As you try to piece together what's going on, a piercing CRACK fills the air as your vision shunts itself backwards. Your body feels like you sat in a far-too-hot bathtub, but the gas appears to be dulling any major pain you'd be feeling. Which is good since you're pretty sure the next four POPs and SNAPs were your limbs.

 Each one is startling, but even if the pain is starting to overwhelm the anesthetic, you remain resolute. Your only reflex is to giggle idly even as the heart monitor gets faster. Each arm looked roughly the length of the entire bed now, with each leg following suit. Just as you start to question what's going on, that same CRACK rings out again, clear to you now that it was your neck. As the heat continues to build and the noise gets louder, your skin appears to flake, as if sunburned. Flaking turns into cracking, aches turn into indescribable pain and you feel your heart pounding in your chest like a caged animal. Laughter becomes indistinguishable from screaming. It's not at all funny, you realize. You're terrified this could kill you at any moment. But you're still convinced that it'll be worth the stress, the pain, in this moment. Another part of you says that death would be better if this didn't work, but that part of you feels as if it's melting off of you like ice.

 You only quiet down after it becomes harder to breathe in general, your chest feeling tight as the skin around it hardens and your internals are jostled and rearranged. But as it flakes away and your ribs shift around, you catch your breath. The doctor looks on in equal parts distress and awe as shining brown patches appear from beneath the shed skin, quickly getting thicker, meeting and fusing, looking as if you're being coated in bronze and crimson armor. You even feel it forming around your head, scalp and cheeks on fire as you hear the rustling of your hair falling out. Your hands ball up into fists, only drawing attention to the fact that your fingers end in long chitinous claws, and let out a loud groan as whatever spell was cast keeps pulling and pushing at your body, shunting your shoulderblades outward and very slightly ripping the gown that now looked more like a hand-me-down shirt on you by comparison. And yet, the pain isn't what's in your mind, per se, so much as unease and uncertainty and the awkward sensation of feeling your bones shift under your flesh and your muscles contracting involuntarily. Something flashes past your eyes with one last POP, too quick to really notice. It knocks the gas mask to the floor. The buzzing dies down and you finally begin to cool off, only barely realizing it still sounded like you're wearing the mask.

The doctor rushes to your side the moment it seems the spell has died down. "Oh LORD, that is not what I'd anticipated at all! Are you well miss? Can you hear me?"

You successfully sit up, though your now-elongated neck makes you a tad dizzy trying to find balance. You turn to one side to look at the mirror.

 Your entire body was... changed. Contorted by that spell. Most would say you were made even MORE unsightly compared to what you walked in as. Your legs were bent like a dog's hind leg, and ended in clawed, still visibly human toes. A shining, bronze-and-crimson-colored exoskeletal hide coated several parts of your being. Your limbs were so long your palms could firmly press against the floor without leaning down much. You bring a large clawed hand to your face, noticing the sky-blue mask over it, locked tight against the helmet-like carapace surrounding your head. Two watery eyes stared back at you from behind it, with purple-stained sclera and yet... your same, hazel eyes.

Looking closer, you notice despite how tightly-knit it appeared to be, there were still seams like the joints in your hide... You wedge a claw gently under the mask, and hear a gentle pop as it comes loose... but also feel a foreign sensation as something near your temple flexes like a muscle. You concentrate hard on that feeling, and see the mask lift up like the visor of a knight's helmet, with all the ease of flexing a finger. It takes up a bit of real estate near the top of your peripheral vision, but it allows you a decent look at your face. You hoped that at least didn't change much; It was one of the things you were most proud of, even if the rest of your body made you feel unwell.

 It... was almost the same, minus being blue. Your nose still had that slight point to it, the mask being juuuust spacious enough to avoid pressing down on it. The combination of your gangly form and the relatively normal face was itself a haunting, yet comforting visage.

"I'm... not sure WHAT happened..." Dr. Afton says, muttering to himself. "It was supposed to tap into your consciousness and arrange things accordingly."

 You realize. You smile, and let your hand fall to your side as the doctor fit that last puzzle piece your brain needed into place. You sort of knew the answer after you felt nothing but elation seeing this gaunt visage in the mirror.

 Everything you hated about yourself, that you had to cover up or alter to feel 'correct'. Gone. Burned away or tempered. Replaced with armor and claws and menace. Your body never felt like your own until now. You always felt as if you were at the whims of everyone else. Meek little Delilah only mattered, was considered worthy of respect, if she looked her prettiest, acted small and stayed out of the way. And if you didn't, you typically got hurt. But now, no one else's fake claims to you mattered. You still had the parts you loved about yourself. And you knew the few people in your life would scarcely care what you looked like even if this would surely turn a few heads.

And if anyone tried to hassle you over it... well, you doubt anyone's pride was strong enough for them to start a fight with you now.

 You stand up, only to feel your center of balance practially scream at you and fall to your knees. Dr. Afton is at your side, an arm barred across your chest to keep you from falling on your face. Right. Acclimation. "Is there anything you need, Miss Andrews?"

 You thank the doctor for the assistance as you steady yourself to find your balance, but let him know not much else will be necessary aside from a bit of time to adjust. 'Your spell worked like a charm, doctor.' you tell him in that same voice you've always had, radiating with a newfound confidence. You see a thought dawn on him, and a devilish smile crosses his face. "You and my receptionist have much in common, Miss Andrews." And you smile back, both of you chuckling as he helps you out the door. It's the first time you've felt a complete stranger of a man smile at you like this and didn't feel like you were going to throw up.

[Book]- Susannah Martin

Oh gosh...This. I wanted this done this month(2 months ago) and hopefully it got done. But not by itself sadly. (interestingly enough I haven't got wrist pain all this time) Ok, so stoping with goofing around, I challenged myself once again. Artwork without lineart. Since lineart is like the oxigen of my arts, I scrapped that out to try once again with my mouse. And oh would you believe it I hated it. I said I would give up for good 100% and the next day there I was: continuing the artwork. XD  So much for the ''give up'' part eh. This artwork is of Susannah Martin from the book 'How To Hang A Witch' by Adriana Mather. I chose this character because this month is Pride Month and (SPOILERS SKIP READING TO ''END SPOILERS'') this character is part of the LGBT+ community. Well,has a girlfriend to be exact. I don't know if she's lesbian or bi but I didn't want to assume so I just used the flag of the community (which also is the gay flag. Oh well.. X3) END OF SPOILERS So this took around 3-4 days, at first it was super flat (obviously) and it took a lot of support for me to actually continue. I made a lot of shading,but very soft shading. Usually I do know the human face because I had done portraits in the past on paper,but it was quite the challenge on computer. I don't know if I made the nose right or no because I'm never good with noses. Chose 3rd view perspective and with tutorials help I managed to make the base of the face. The body is my own take to it, I still think that it came out bad, but I'll live,no problem. For the dress I combined 2 dress designs I found on google: a very comfy (Puffy/Bishop type for the sleeves) and lace for the chest, as well as the rest that is more plain because it's a bust and not fullbody or half-body. The lace is from google ,I didn't make that,but I grayscaled it in a brush texture! The hair texture is from google too (the only 2 that are from google). I really love how I made the eyes. Probably the only thing I love (and I don't love my art too often that's for sure). Basically made the first set of lines like for dragons, then I copied and moved a little and again and again and then I merged them! Though I didn't find any mention of her eye color so I went with brown. The eye lashes were PAIN. Too the eyes didn't entierly get that watery-slimy reflecting feel to them,even if I tried T_T One thing I love about Susannah is that she is having almost always her hair in a perfect high bun and is so gentle and also seems like a balerina to Samantha (the main character) ,as in she's so graceful with all of herself. And then there's a moment in the story (except another moment from the second book) where she has 1-2 strands of hair down her face and is showing that she's not ''100% perfect'' and that even little things like these is not a problem. And the background... A candle-lit room. I don't know if it's day or night,let's think this is in the secret room. Ok this took long to write too XD Well this is the end! I'm never going to draw humans again digitally T_T Too hard. But this was worth it. This too is like a gift for the author and the persons that knew she will become a writer and who supported her because I got to read not only a book that kind of reminds me of Puzzleshipping, but also a book about how you shouldn't judge others (which I already knew for a long time) by looks or name (in this case) and that you don't have to be silent about bullying. You got to have the courage to speak up about it and so ,the cycle can end even if it leaves deep 'scars' for people.