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#might try doing a more cartoony style eventually!

starrysharks · 24 days

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OK so I'm feeling some guilt I started to draw cartoony like you but I get frustrated because it does bot look perfect like yours it's mostly small stuff like colors and clothes I love making cartoony body's sometimes clothing but I have color picking because I'm still new to art that has colors is my feelings normal or is it wrong of me? And how do I pick colors because it frustrated me to no end and made me stop drawing for months anyway in short summary how do I color the right way like I guess I know skin tones but anything else goes wrong and the other summary is how do you draw clothing because I can't for the life of me get clothing right

don't worry - it's normal to get frustrated when drawing. i know i've literally quit and deleted entire illustrations in the past because i didn't like how the colors came out, and i can spend whole hours just choosing base colors TwT i think the important part about learning art is not to rush. i'm seriously flattered you see me as inspiration, but what worked best for me back when i heavily referenced other artists was "mixing" styles together to create a "new" one - so i'd recommend studying and copying multiple artists you like and trying to blend their styles into one if that makes sense! ^^

hating color picking is completely normal when you're first starting out, and even late into art like i said before - i've been making original digital art on ibispaint for about 5 years now, and it's still difficult. but it's easy to make it fun, and the best way to do that imo is to experiment! i'd recommend studying color theory on a larger scale, and understanding how certain colors might look completely different based on where you put them. or maybe make an illustration and color it in a bunch of alternative ways! also, having "bad" or "awful" color skills starting out is OK - i still think my colors suck sometimes even now lol.

anyway, the best way for me to color pick is to just use that color for whatever the OG artist used for their art. let's use alex ahad as an example because i find his art and color use super interesting -

i don't usually color pick, but when i do, i typically start with picking the eye color. then, based off of the eye color, i chose a base color based on the character's color pallete (easier of the eye color is already close to the main color of the character, which for clyde is turquoise).

then, i pick more colors directly from the reference, for stuff like skin. at this point i have a good idea of the colors i want to use and stop color picking from the ref, but there's no shame if you still feel you need to.

after that, based on the colors i picked, i'll color in the rest of the piece. i usually end up changing the colors that i did take from the reference due to experimenting - for me, i just use color picking as a sort of stepping stone for when i'm not sure how to color a piece the exact way i want.

eventually, you can learn to color pick by eye rather than with the picking tool in your art program, tho that takes a lot of knowledge on color theory.

really there is no "right" way to color, especially for skin imo - don't limit yourself to just peach, tan and brown. clyde's skin is bright white, but i still used a yellowy color here because it was relative to the other colors in the piece. i've also used "alien" tones for human-toned characters in the past before!

and about clothing folds - i can make a full post on that if anybody else is interested OuO

#ask zeno #zeno's art #ocs #ultimate x calibur #clyde blacktooth #long post

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emwheezie · 5 months

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You want some oc questions i'll give you some oc questions:

For those that dye their hair, do they have hair dying hangouts and if so, at whose house?

Do any of them have pets?

And do you have any other personality "identifiers" like zodiac or meyers briggs stuff for them? Oooh maybe like their animal crossing personality (if you've ever played that)

Thanks for your questions!!!

hmm I've never really considered this! Gia and Theo probably would, she has bright blue hair and at some point Theo gets pink hair. Also they're married so it makes the most sense hahaha... Dimitri and Oli might too, Dimitri's purple and Oli is blond but the back/underneath of his hair is black.

Oh and I'm just now remembering that Dimitri and Liv definitely do this together. I even drew them, this takes place at a way later part in the story.

It would make a cute non-canon illustration to draw them all doing their hair together though!

This is Dimitri's elderly beagle Fenway!! and also a TERRIBLE doodle of Lennon (very outdated design) with Alyssa's cats from January 2020. (I was a college animation major and trying to gear my art style closer to some cartoony stuff) One of Alyssa's cat's name is Plumbob. I thought for sure we had names for the other two but I can't find it in my notes at all! Eventually Lennon and Alyssa get two more cats together and Lennon names them Monopoly and Xerox. Alyssa's dream pet is a cow and she wants to name it Peanut Butter!!

Here is most of the character's birthdays and signs and some MBTI

Lennon McManus - June 21 1986. Cancer. ISFP.

Dimitri William Stanley Wretzky - October 3 1983. Libra. ENFP

Enzo Vincenzo - November 1 1986. Scorpio. ISTJ

Theodore (Theo) Stussy - February 20 1984. Pisces.

Olivier LaBlanc - April 2 1985. Aries.

Olivia (Liv) Godding - July 30 1985. Leo.

Rosalynn (Rosie) Langley - January 28 1986. Aquarius.

Parker (Park) Oakley - December 3 1989. Sagittarius.

Alyssa (needs a last name ahhhh) - May 19 1989. Taurus.

I'd give them animal crossing personality types but the categories are too narrow? If that makes sense.

#oc lore #ocs

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gamesception · 5 months

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Sception Reads Cass Cain #29

Robin (1993) #86 writer: Ed Brubaker art: Jacob & Arnold Pander

Birds of Prey (1999) #27 writer: Chuck Dixon pencils: N. Steven Harris

Catwoman (1993) #90 writer: Bronwyn Carlton pencils: Mike Lilly

Last time we looked at Batgirls sort of stand alone tie in to the Officer Down crossover, which ended with Cass abandoning her solo detective efforts on the case to meet up with the rest of the clan. This time we see her showing up as a side character in the crossover proper, already in progress. She doesn't have too big a role in things, though, so I think it's fair to cram her remaining Officer Down appearances into a single post.

Robin 86 covers the bat crew learning about Gordon being shot and collecting at the hospital to comfort Babs and start to plan. Batman gets real grumpy about it, attacking a random thug when he first hears about Gordon, hitting Dick when he tries to hold Bruce back, and then just brooding over Gordon's unconscious body while the rest are sent out to actually catch the shooter.

Cass is there for some of that, but not really saying or doing too much, so we're mostly looking at the art. Iirc, the Pander Bros are new artists to this retrospective. So how's their Cass?

Remember last time how I mentioned how depicting cass as a shadowy silhouette or trying to convey how she moves was more effective at making her spooky and intimidating than emphasizing the stitches in her mask or just giving her an angry face or whatever? This is the kind of stuff I was talking about there. Not enough to have stitches over the mouth, the Panders make her entire suit stitched together, like Catwoman in Batman Returns. They also drop her chunky yellow utility belt - and frequently also the yellow bat-symbol on her chest, though that might be a colorist issue.

I don't think they do a bad job exactly, apart from their super angular cartoony style not really clicking with me, but that's an aesthetic preference, not a judgment on quality. But the lack of facial expression in their Cass really hurts here.

I mean, at least there's some body language & physicality put into comforting Babs here, and it's nice that Babs looks to Cass in this one panel/moment here.

And I also like this bit, where Cass is the first to notice that Bruce is already in the room with Jim.

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So Catwoman was seen at the scene where Gordon was shot, and they were feuding recently, so she's the prime suspect even if gun murder isn't really her style. The bat crew, minus Bruce, try to track her down, eventually leading to them interrupting a museum heist, but it turns out to be Harley Quinn running interference for Selina.

I like N. Steven Harris's general style more than the Panders, but he makes some weird decisions with Cass.

Combat Heels? Really?

This is a writing thing, so more on Dixon than Harris again, but...

has the memo not yet gotten around that Cass can talk now? She could just ask 'where is Catwoman'?

are we supposed to believe she can write the word 'woman' but not the word 'cat'? The cat part she has to draw?

This is kind of silly and ridiculous.

Mostly she's just kind of standing around in group shots in this one, and she looks fine.

The only real character beat Cass gets in this one is this extra and unnecessary kick at Harley Quinn at the end. Kind of mean spirited, which doesn't exactly fit Cass's usual character, but she's frustrated and her friend is hurting so I can't exactly say lashing out like this is exactly out of character either.

...

The last issue with Harley Quinn was mostly just spinning wheels to spread the crossover to one more title, Catwoman 90 actually advances the plot with the crew tracking Selina down, capturing her, and getting her version of the story - that another cop shot the commissioner.

Is Mike Lilly also a new artist for Cass? 3 for 3 new artists this week? I probably like his version of Batgirl the best out of the three today, but it does suffer noticeably from 'only knows how to draw one body type for female characters' syndrome.

It's a cute line I guess, but Selina has met Cass before. They had a whole little side adventure.

That's-not-Cass body measurements aside, Lilly does a great job of portraying just how athletic and acrobatic Cass is in just a few panels, how overwhelming her skill is in a physical confrontation. Selina pretty easily slipped past Dick, Tim, and Jean-Paul before this, but she just can't shake Cass.

Later on Cass is also the one who retrieves the shooter's gun from the vent Selina stowed it in:

Nice to see her and Jean-Paul working together in a nod to some of the No Man's Land stuff.

....

Overall three new artistic takes on Cass-Batgirl, and while I have my gripes about each none of them are bad exactly. It's nice that she's here for the crossover event, not left out entirely, and the writing teams remember enough of her character that she's making a show of consoling Barbara, or just naturally teaming up with Jean-Paul. It's also nice that she's treated as the most physically adept member of the bat team.

On the other hand, I'm not sure word has gotten around that she can talk now? The whole point of making her able to talk was so that she didn't fall into the vaguely racial trope of the silent faceless ninja, but that's still very much the role she's filling here.

I'd also mentioned earlier in discussing No Man's Land and more broadly the characterization of Bruce at the time kind of fell into a recurring rut. Something bad would happen that would remind Bruce of how little control he really had over the random injustice of the world, something that would put him back in the headspace of that little boy watching his parents murdered in front of him, and in response he would emotionally seize up and push his surrogate family away, only to later re-(re-re-re-)learn that he can't just do everything on his own and isolating himself only makes things worse and found family is good and he needs to rely on his friends, etc etc.

Officer Down is the start of another of these cycles, and while Gordon survives his injuries, he does retire. And Bruce's behavior towards the others while he's afraid Gordon will die is obnoxious enough that Alfred quits? To teach him a lesson by isolating him? Seems suspect, but whatever. Bruce just in general gets more grumpy and obnoxious for a while in a way that feels pretty repetitive with No Mans Land, a rut that continues to repeat going forward well after the writers seem to have tired of it.

And as a Cass fan it's kind of frustrating, because, again, her entire character concept was designed in dialog with exactly this version of Bruce, and the arc that it felt at the time she was building towards would have given the writers a natural way to write Bruce out of this rut.

It sort of writes itself - something happends that forces Bruce to acknowledge Cass's murder - maybe she finally breaks down and confesses it to him directly. He doesn't take it well, it leads to conflict between them, expanding out into conflict with the rest of the team. Eventually this conflict forces Bruce and Cass to confront and overcome their internalized guilt issues together, probably while physically fighting each other. The resolution of this forces Bruce to acknowledge that it's unprocessed guilt - not anger - that's been driving him to push everyone away. In offering Cass the forgiveness she needs he also learns to forgive himself, and comes out of the whole thing as more mellow and better-socially-adjusted batman, one who at the very least turns to his found family in a crisis instead of always reflexively pushing them away.

Bits and pieces of this narrative show up here and there going forward, but the whole arc never really coalesces. And while eventually there was a shift to a less grumpy and self-isolating Batman, I don't remember any particular catharsis bringing him to that point - though to be fair I wouldn't have seen it if it didn't involve Cass, so *shrug*.

#cassandra cain #sception reads cassandra cain #batgirl

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kindestegg · 1 year

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what's yr fav hidden gem horror game thats been wiped off the net

the fishermen and the worm :( i first heard it got gone when i randomly got a dm on reddit of all places bc once upon a time i commented on a post recommending it as a creepy game that doesnt look like horror at first, n the person basically went 'yeah hey do u still have the files for this bc turns out its gone from the net' n im like AGH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO bc i lost those in between moving computers many times

iirc the only surviving proof of it existing is an incomplete lets play series on youtube n also some screenshots i took revisiting the ending location to show my bf a long time ago.

it was a very neat little game n it makes me sad the creator wanted it gone but i guess i sort of can understand it bc sometimes as an artist ur gonna get embarrassed of ur old art n want to move on from it n see it gone off the net, i know ive done that with like, p much all my old devart profiles (i have none atm)

you might be wondering what it was about... to give a summary, its about these two little guys who are dubiously in love or maybe just besties who live in like this cartoony paradise in a hole n call themselves fishermen but then theyre like. hey why do we call ourselves that if weve never fished. so they go to their elder and are like HEY WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THE WATER n hes like FUCK YOU THERES NO WATER HERE ITS ON THE SURFACE YOU STUPID FUCK. so they go to the surface n they meet this worm bug lady whos rly nice n sort of a mother figure to them, shes like rly old, shes been told by her moms (<3) to wait for these two guys for thousands of years in that very same spot. theyre like can u show us water n shes like yeah n points to a speck on the horizon n theyre like wtf we meant to fish in n shes like ohhh okay. yeah we gotta go to a different place for that.

AND THEN. THE REAL GAME BEGINS. you see bc every place in this world is called an 'age', n the more you traverse it, the weirder n often times creepier it gets n the more u get the feeling this is kind of telling the story of someones life? but you cant figure out who. not yet at least. without spoiling too much though, i rly like all the diff visual n style changes for every age, the next age you encoutner right after you move away from the worms spot is genuinely really fucking creepy n with this genuinely NASTY looking grit to it n it only gets more fucked up the more u play through it. thats around the point where i realized OH. oh ive been tricked. this ISNT a silly goofy haha rpgmaker game thats short n sweet! THIS IS A SCARY GAME!

but as ive said every age has a diff look to it, one other is psychedelic, another almost looks like a dr seuss book... so on. eventually, everything starts coming together, n what i rly like about this game is that it doesnt just give u dead ends, it expects you to be smart to figure it out, yes, but it also gives you PLENTY of evidence to figure it out n flat out tells you some stuff n by the end youre probably gonna just naturally know what happened.

i will also say looking back on it i rly appreciate the underlying theme of being gay n growing up gay n how the world aorund you affects you, theres like, SOME REALLY DARK fucking themes when you really get down to it and actually study the full on implications of what its trying to tell you. it rly gets dark with like, how bad homophobia can get n how heartbreaking n desolate sometimes the experience of being a gay kid can be when u have no one who you think you can trust n then growing up into a gay adult whos just getting more confused n worried about the future n sometimes even getting taken advantage of.

but despite all the horror n darkness... its a game that knows when to give you plenty of breathers, the three main characters are so charming they just shine naturally, they combat all the darkness by just being themselves. theyre not the ones who lived through all this horrible crap, theyre just bright little cartoon guys who want to go fish! n by god(s, in this games case) theyre gonna do it!!! n in the end... they may just decide to make things better for everyone else. the game has a good ending. its good guys. the game is good.

#Commander's answers #if left alone i could ramble about this game for us. it is truly something special #im unsure if there will ever be anything quite like. i think only undertale has maybe made me feel this way

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rielzero · 9 months

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About My Webcomic’s Age rating..

Random but I feel like I need to state it somewhere: My webcomic target audience is not for teens or minors, its for fellow adults like myself. (18+) I am aware that the story doesn’t really imply this right away- also I am currently not that good at drawing gore. (chapter 1 has a supposed gore scare) And it currently does not have any of these themes right of the bat as I’m still slowly introducing some characters and world elements when the story unfolds.

More mature themes will pop up at some point and there will be a maturity warning from that point on.

Being online all the time you sometimes forget that when you were a kid yourself you’ve explored similar things only to find out the author did not intend for you to be a part of that audience.. It’s really awkward for me if kids ever try to interact with me based on my story, if they claim to enjoy it- Uhhhhhhh this stuff gonna have some adult things in it. Like, psychological stuff, some characters have depression, and characters may have romances. I really don’t want to spoiler.

Majority of characters I write are adults (about 99%), I don’t feel super comfortable writing teens or kids. One of the characters was supposed to be canonically underage (Vale, which hasn’t popped up yet) but he was 17, so I might as well make him 19, because his attitude wouldn’t change much. (18 is considered adult here in my country, but I do feel like 20 or 21 is safer, my youngest characters tend to be around 18 or 19.)

Since I read comics myself, it does help me study up on how to depict things tastefully, but I’ve also gained an interest in the macabre side, so the gore might eventually improve and look less cartoon-ish. It is still early on in the story, so my style hadn’t really been an issue before, but since its superheroes It might seem age friendly at first; trust me, that is not my goal. Things are going to happen.

There’s also the concern that I may have to censor things for Webtoons, while Tapas doesn’t mind much. There’s a very obvious double standard at times, because I’ve seen things on webtoon originals AND canvas that would at times get censored depending on the user. It’s likely an art style thing too, but I don’t want to do very cartoony violence. I want people to feel like things are tough when they read more tense moments. To worry for characters.

akjskfhkhkh Anyway tldr: my comic is not intended to be read by kids. Yes, 16 year olds included. Kids kinda scare me online, I want to say ‘’DNI’’ but people get mad when you do that?? I also don’t want to be rude to them. Just understand boundaries, please. I’m a very awkward person and I rather interact with other adults.

I’m 25, I’m tired 24/7. *explodes*

As for the next update; a pov switch which introduces a side character, but also has a lot of dialogue. I haven’t been able to work on it yet due health stuff popping up (chronic pain is a bitch) I need to make a small refsheet and then do thumbnails. Soon~ I’m excited to continue and get into it. The Mangaka software on Steam helps with building environments for the backgrounds. Clipstudio’s shading assist also helps me improve the quality of the panels.

Addendum/spoiler for ch1 just in case: Hills, being a typical 36 year old, assumes people’s ages. This is seen in the end of chapter 1. Riel wears a mask, his eyes are kind of ‘’youthful’’ I suppose, so he’s sometimes assumed to be a teen- typically 20-25 year olds are mistaken for teens if they have a youthful appearance- COUGH as a twink IRL- people keep thinking I’m youthful. Riel’s ‘’infant’’ note is there to imply that Hills is an infant compared to him age wise. In case someone out there missed that. As this happens to me a lot, I thought it would be a fun joke.

#webcomic #webtoon #comics #about my comic

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maddy-hatter-97 · 1 year

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I posted 415 times in 2022

That's 32 more posts than 2021!

134 posts created (32%)

281 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dont-touch-the-flower-child

@supermary64

@altairsarts

@insanelyadd

@weirdgirl92

I tagged 360 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#flowey - 132 posts

#undertale - 114 posts

#papyrus - 91 posts

#my art - 88 posts

#sans - 35 posts

#frisk - 33 posts

#chara - 24 posts

#louise the audrey 2 - 18 posts

#the devil cuphead - 15 posts

#deltarune - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 121 characters

#your pie description and drawing the apples made me able to smell the damn pie so now i need to find the time to make one

My Top Posts in 2022:

So there's this cool AU called @invertedfate by @megaderping, it's honestly amazing and you should check it out if you haven't already.

Apologies, as the grabbed individuals might be a bit blurred. Unfortunately I misclicked and merged an all black layer down onto the layer they were on, obscuring them, by the time I noticed it was so late I crashed the app hitting undo too rapidly, eventually I was able to screenshot the correct image from a playback of my work but it was lower quality.

Anyway, without further ado, here's Flowey enjoying his victory.

The most recent update was outstanding and now I've finally got this drawn I plan to rewatch it since my reference screenshots just don't do it justice.

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This whole season the Devil's been adorable but him having a tap dance with Chalice and just having fun with it and then Henchman applauding.

And just in general Henchman's enthusiasm for everything Devil does for fun is just so sweet.

We all need a Henchman.

(Why is the single most relateable character in any work of fiction The Devil?)

62 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

Greetings everyone! It's Let Papyrus Say Fuck day once again, let us celebrate!

And of course, since it's also Pride month, we can count on Papyrus to support LGBTQ+ folks.

Papyrus is a cool dude and you can be too, if we get the shirt un-discontinued. See @insanelyadd's post for how.

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So there's this cool AU called @shifter-au about Papyrus being a shapeshifter that feeds on love and is trying to keep his identity a secret (Flowey knows though).

I had this idea floating around my head for a while and I was gonna pitch it to @leshyleaf before remembering I can actually draw it myself now.

Go check out Leshy's art, they have this sweet cartoony style that looks great in their comic.

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My #1 post of 2022

ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD!

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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your-local-uwu-artist · 1 year

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Artits asks~

18. Do you have any larger projects you'd like to pursue? Like comics, shortfilm, a series etc?

22. When is your prime time to work on your art?

23. Do you listen to music or watch shows while you work? If so, what's your favourite?

18. YES the ones devoloped the most are Pokemelody, a pokemon webcomic series that would eventually have a physical release, it's a long story split into 3 arcs and a few spin off series. Its hard to describe whats it about sense it's premise doesn't quite explain it all. But it has a very light hearted shojo art style with lots of wacky hair styles in the character designs, while the story is very fantasy and cartoony but the main themes of the story are a big drive in how I've developed everything. There's also a magical girl story with a pastel goth aesthetic that I think would be best displayed animated, its a lot less developed than poke melody tho. Like most artists I have A lot more story ideas and video game ideas but poke melody is my main one

22. Difficult to say sense I draw all throughout my day, but I'd probably say late afternoon? Sense in the evening is when I tend to switch to reading fanfic and watching anime and that stuff~ some weeks or days depending on what my schedule is like ill draw more or less, but generally speaking I wouldn't say there's a "prime time" sense its sorta just whenever I feel like it?

23. I listen to youtube videos! Admittly i often just rewatch Danny Gonzalez, Kurtis conner, drew Gooden, and Jarvis Johnson. like to the point that I might be able to quote entire videos at this point njdbajfs. Thats my go to background noise for if I'm drawing something that requires more focus (like a character design, or trying a new shading style) But I mostly listen to video essays and like, movie reviews and I guess mini documentaries is what you'd call them?, some of my favorites are, Sarah z, izzzyzzz, saberspark, professor viral, kuncan dastner, Daryl talks games, kylie, Thomas games docs and strange aeons. Pretty much anything relating to media analysis, Fandom culture, and internet rabbit holes.

Sometimes ill find myself binge watching retrogamingnow's minecrfat creepypastas mjshfjd i also like iceberg videos sense they tend to be long, long videos or binging a channel is preferred sense I dont have to switch tabs but I also have an unholy amount of youtube tabs open to go to.

#artist asks #Askgame #Kyuchat

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mcrmadness · 1 year

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I wanna know what's the secret for when people can look at a photo of someone and draw a perfect quick 'caricature' of them on the paper. Like, I want to know how people do that, how can they get the proportions right and what is it that they add that makes the drawing look like the person in the photo!

Every time I try to do that, I just stop being able to see. I never get the proportions right and I do not know what details are important for making the person look unique. I might see them in the photo, but I don't know how to capture them. I have to use the grid in order to get them right but it always annoys me because the grid looks ugly and is hard to get rid of, and I still can't get them right and have to use my PC monitor like a light table and find the lines that are not matching and correct those by either tracing or simply erasing and drawing again until they look correct.

I never have this problem with animals, only with human faces. I can make quick cartoony doodles of cats and still get them to look like the cat in the photo. I don't need the grid nor tracing. I can also look at images of people and copy the posture, or draw hands, anything like that without a grid but for some reason my brain draws a line between human faces and everything else. Hell, I can even draw horses without using grids and horses are the most difficult animal ever to draw. But I can't draw human faces because my brain says so. I've tried face drawing tutorials but those don't help either for some reason...

It's so annoying, because I really want to draw something that is a mixture of my cartoony comic book style and photorealism, but I just can't get the human faces to look correct. I really want to know if this problem is just in my eyes or brain, or if it's something I could learn eventually if I just tried. But I really don't know. It does kinda feel like my brain would be lacking a part that is needed for human faces. I'm partially face-blind, but I still can recognize people and tell them apart most of the time, and definitely can tell if my drawing doesn't look like whom I'm trying to draw. But I've always had this problem of imagining human faces. I have hyperphantasia but I find it really hard to imagine human faces, everything is always super clear except that faces often have from a mild to very strong blur on them. I remember in junior high how I had an aesthetic crush and often at home I was trying to think back at that person but I was not able to remember how they looked like, and when I found photos from school's website, I'd stare them and wonder if that's really what the person looks like. Nowadays I can remember the face, but I would not be able to draw nor really describe the facial features. I've also noticed that e.g. with fanfiction I imagine faces more clearly if I think of the thoughts like I was writing or reading a story, but without it the faces get blurred.

So, wondering rn if this is why drawing faces is so difficult, with or without references, unless I can do the comic book style with simple goggly eyes.

#mcrmadness' art talk

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winchester-reload · 3 years

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Do you think it's possible to have two different drawing styles? You draw more realistically, but do you think you could draw a more cartoonish-anime style too, or is it too hard to reroute?

I think it's possible to try many different drawing styles on your art journey. Ranging from sketchy, cartoony ones, to full-blown detailed portraits. In fact, it's through that exploring that you eventually find your own unique style.

Speaking for myself though, I was always (pardon the pun) drawn to the artists who did realism, so that's ultimately where the bulk of my experience comes from. But, it's also kind of become my Achilles heel too, truth be told. I'm heavily dependent on references for my art, and all my life I've had a mentality that I have to get it *just right* for it to be "good enough", which kind of erases a lot of the creative freedom other artists might feel.

So, though I love many anime styles, and am frequently inspired by them (for example, samdoesarts on instagram), I personally cannot draw an anime character to save my damn life. Truth be told, it is something I've always wanted to try to learn though.

So, I guess the answer is, I don't know. Maybe we should find out? :)

#art is an ever-evolving skill #I imagine mine will keep changing through my life as new inspirations arise #and as I get more experienced #we shall see #asks #wonderful people #art asks

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inkdemonapologist · 2 years

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I'm struggling to find my style to draw people. I don't know if I want them to look cartoony or more life-like, especially for batim. How did you find your style?

TL;DR Version: How do you find your style? By letting yourself experiment, drawing for a while, and never locking yourself into one way of drawing something.

Longer Version: My honest answer to the question "how did you find your style," I think, is that I didn’t. I kinda bounced around trying out anything that I thought looked cool, and eventually people started telling me that I had a distinct style because all the little pieces I had stolen over time added up to something that was uniquely mine. I can’t stress to you enough that 90% of my artistic decisions started with “Ooo, I like the way that artist draws hands! [tries to draw them the same way]” and then it’d just change over time b/c I wouldn’t be able to perfectly replicate it and I’d tweak it to match what I think looks cool and I’d end up with my own version.

More thoughts:

There’s a reason so many artists say not to worry about style, but advice that’s just “don’t think about x” is pretty hard to actually act on, so I think the advice I might try to give is to try things that look interesting, and keep yourself open to whatever is fun for you.

Like…. you don’t have to only draw one way to end up with a style. Some people shift their stylisation for every project or every piece, and other people do have one really consistent look to their work, but usually when that happens for someone who is comfortable in their style, it’s because that person has discovered The Most Fun/Satisfying Way To Draw for them. The way you find that is by trying different styles or elements that look fun or cool and absorbing the bits that work or make sense to you.

You can draw cartoony people sometimes and life-like people other times, and you can work on improving whichever one happens to appeal to you in that moment. If you draw a bunch of lifelike batims but then wonder if maybe you shoulda drawn them all cartoony instead, you aren’t locked in — you can try drawing them all cartoony and seeing how they look and find out if you like drawing them that way. You can switch back and forth, make them realistic for one fanart and cartoony for another. You can always try out shifting your style, and then draw with that stylisation again sometimes if you like it, and never do it again if you don’t. I think it’s actually good practice to try things that interest you — you may not use it, but you might learn something that can apply to other styles of drawing.

The truth is, I think, that style is a lot more than we usually think of. We think of things like proportions, or the specific abstractions we choose, whether we use thick or thin lines, exactly what shape we make eyes — but those are all surface changes. When you draw a lot and try out different choices and different styles, then there will also be choices that maybe you don’t even know you’re making — aesthetics that look cool to you, ways you’ve learned to compensate for your weak points, elements you put a lot of love into because they’re fun. And honestly? A lot of that stuff will shine through even when you change the surface qualities. You can draw cartoony and realistic and both can look like “your style” if you’ve drawn in both aesthetics so often that your personal choices and preferences and how you’ve made that stylisation work for you show up in both. The way I handle lineart is a big part of my style normally, but the lineless colour palette challenges I did are still in “my style.” If I drew with more cartoony proportions, it would still be “my style.”

That said, I also think it’s okay to happen upon a style you like drawing in and just, stick with it forever if that’s what gives you joy. It’s just that trying to FORCE that to happen, trying to Pick One when there’s many different styles that appeal to you, might just make you feel more and more indecisive, whereas embracing and developing any styles that you find enjoyable or satisfying might be what gives you the building blocks you needed to give everything you draw your own personal flair.

#i know you have questions you always do

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sleights-of-hand · 3 years

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I love your art so much. Any tips on making my drawings feel less stiff? Nothing seems to help me and it's sooo discouraging

Howdy! I’m sorry to hear you’ve been feeling that way!!

Disclaimer I am not a professional artist, so this is just my advice and it’s not necessarily the right or best way to go about things!

My main tips would be:

1. Don’t overwork it! If a pose isn’t coming out right, it’s okay to start over, or to experiment with other angles and combinations! If you’re getting really frustrated and it’s something you can pause, I’d walk away from it for a while. I sometimes set time limits on how long I’m allowed to mess with a pose or panel before I just try something else.

2. When a movement is coming out stiff, I like to watch videos or animations of it to get a sense for the gesture. If they’re people motions, and I’m around someone with patience and time to spare me, I might even ask them to demonstrate. If not, sometimes I find a mirror and do it myself.

3. I’ll exaggerate things even if it’s not anatomically correct. I have a cartoonier style that allows it; I understand it’s not as feasible for every style, though.

4. I like to sketch on a tiny canvas/zoomed out; it helps me focus on the motion, and it helps me avoid getting bogged down in little details. A trick that sometimes helps me is using stick figures to model out the action first, and then building up on that. Pose comes first, zoomed way WAY out, and then details come last, zooming closer in.

5. When putting down final lines, quick and ‘messy’ strokes come out looser for me than slow, deliberate ones. Both have their place, but I usually won’t go slow and deliberate unless I’m working on fine details. (Also because it hurts my wrist ).

I also notice that when I’m drawing something new to me it comes out really stiff. When I first started drawing horses, for example; or when I make a new OC and I’m not used to them yet. I consider this normal and unavoidable because more attention is going to drawing the thing ‘right’ as opposed to drawing it naturally. I find that it’s best to just work through this particular issue with studies and warmups, and to be at peace with many of these warmups falling short of my own standards. Eventually, when I get more familiar and confident with what I’m drawing, my art loosens up.

A lot of artists struggle with cycles of feeling confident or at least content, and then feeling uncomfortable with their own art again for a while; it’s a sort of self-awareness that’s part of growth and learning. The whole time you are still making progress, so please go easy on yourself!

#asks #Sorry folks who ask me art things and I never reply also. If you did and I didn't respond it's because I probably got uncomfortable with my #own knowledge/advice and got hung up somewhere in responding!#I truly am just some dude who draws in their spare time.

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shortnfantastic · 4 years

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I was wondering who your inspirations are when it comes to art style. I think yours is really soft and cute and I can't stop looking at it lol

Hi!! Wow I didn’t know how to answer this question at first because I draw art style inspiration from a lot of places. I don’t have a who, as to a which movies... It’s no secret I love Disney style so a lot of my inspiration draws from Disney movies.

I love the art in 101 Dalmatians especially. This is my absolute favourite background style.. it’s like sketchy but looks so professional and though through. Just beautiful. I despise drawing bgs but if I ever do them I’d like to reach a similar sketchy style.

I also love the weight they have in that middle picture, this is exaggerated because they’re wet, but pulling details of your characters down like clothes makes everything look super cute. You’re telling your viewer that this character is so tiny and Smol that something that normally doesn’t weight a lot like clothes is pulling them down. It makes them look smaller and younger. I used this for Patton’s sweater paws. Also The blanket on top of Janus’ head. Using props to make things look cuter is very helpful.

I love adding tiny things to my style from other art styles... like the way the puppy’s lower jaw is drawn, note how there’s a line that separates it from the main head shape. It’s friggin adorable... Now go and take a look at that snake plushie on my comic. 🙃 I didn’t make that up, I’m grabbing things I like from the masters and adapting them to my own style.

Cats don’t dance has a wonderful fluidity to their style that I wish to achieve in all my poses no matter how insignificant or unimportant to panel they might be, i try to make them fun like cats don’t dance, that way I kind of trick myself into having fun with them too. Just ahhh.. Their expressions follow their face structure and are fun and dynamic, I sometimes try to exagerate the eye sizes and distort them a bit to match the direction they’re looking to get a more cartoony look. I usually have a reference open too, just for good measure. Also look at her sleeves, they’re so puffy and look cozy and comfy. Go check out Virgil’s hoodie and you’ll probably find something similar.

I don’t need to mention sword in the stone or the iron giant cuz you all have picked onto that, but yes I draw inspiration from their styles as well, sword in the stone has wonderful child proportions that I love and Arthur’s profile is great for learning purposes. Notice how his eyes are placed in the middle of the head, no towards the top? The lower you place the eyeline the younger they will look. Just careful not to push it too hard unless you want a super cartoony look. Also if you put them in situations and places where you empathize how short they are, maybe by giving them a huge piece of clothing... they will also look cuter. If you make them look like they can’t reach somewhere, to the point where only their eyes visible because they can’t reach... that’s going to make them look even smaller. Increasing the cuteness factor. If you squish them they will look soft and round and plushie like.

Draw refence from sources you like, they don’t have to be animated, use real life for ref, or paintings or maybe 3D or stop motion. Don’t be afraid to look at what other artists are doing. See the way they’re simplifying features, or the type of lines they use, maybe they’re all round, or maybe more geometrical. I’m not saying copy 100 percent of what they’re doing. That’s honestly no fun. But the combination of little things from different sources will make your art unique to you. Eventually every feature you borrow from somewhere else will slowly evolve into your own adaptation, that is inevitable. None of us is ever going to have a 100 percent original style, it’s the combination of things you like, your interpretation that’s gonna make your art unique.

And I got carried away again... so sorry about this super long post. I uh, draw inspiration from a lot of places when it comes to art style, anon. ☺️

#short answers #lovely people #long post #short tips

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pascalls · 3 years

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If I Tremble

Seymour Skinner is no coward. Except when it comes to... everything. More specifically, when it comes to figuring out the best way to confess his love.

A Skinnerin fic for @rinnysega, featuring her ‘sona, Erin, and Principal Skinner going on a DATE. Also featuring Erin’s daughter Scottie and, of course, shamelessly, a little bit of my ‘sona, Charlie. This is sort of a follow up to a shorter fic found here. Click the read-more to dive in.

Music: If I Tremble - Front Porch Step

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It had been a while since Seymour had last taken a sick day. Normally, even when he was at his lowest, he managed to slide out of bed and trudge his way to the school. Even if it meant simply sitting behind his desk with a trash can cradled in his lap, he still made the effort. But today…

Today, he just didn’t feel like it.

He’d returned home fairly late the night before, having entertained the school nurse on a night out and away from the troubles of their personal lives. It was nearly morning by the time he’d collapsed into his bed, unable and unwilling to do much more than kick off his shoes before he was sufficiently unconscious. Nothing managed to convince him to leave the safety of his bed - not even his mother shouting at him from down the stairs - until it was well after noon. He’d very briefly come back around to let the Superintendent know that he wouldn’t be in, and then promptly put his phone on silent before drifting back to sleep.

As the sun shone brightly through his window, Seymour eventually managed to push himself into a sitting position. He was groggy and still tired, but he couldn’t convince himself to regret what he’d gotten up to the night before. If anything, it had solidified a few things in his mind. And once he was able to trudge to the bathroom and wake himself up with a long, thorough shower, those thoughts could not have been clearer.

He had spent far too long letting his feelings for the woman he loved be overshadowed by that of his boss. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t acknowledged that there was some competition over Erin’s affection. But Seymour had yet to pronounce himself as a real threat to Chalmers’ intentions. For fear of losing his job, for fear of losing the man’s respect (of which he still had, surely?), and for fear of having Erin realize that perhaps Chalmers was the one for her after all. But there was no victory in fear. He had always known as much. It had simply taken a night of backsliding inhibitions to remind him.

Now he knew: If he was to win her over, he’d need to actually fight.

Ignoring his mother’s questions, Seymour got himself dressed. A shirt and tie that varied from his usual attire, pulled together with a suit jacket that he saved for special occasions. He’d thought that the need for it would never arise again - but really, he’d just been afraid to pull it out, worried that he’d ruin the one good jacket he had. But tonight, he wanted to make it count. And he knew just the way to do it.

At least he hoped.

Despite his sudden surge of courage as he left the house and made his way to his car - still ignoring his mother’s upset tone - he still had his doubts. What if it didn’t make a difference? What if his bravery only further solidified Erin’s desire to go with another man?

No, he reasoned. She wouldn’t.

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His first stop was the school, though he needed to stay inconspicuous, lest someone believe that he was playing hooky. He parked his car around the side of the building and pulled out his phone, sending a quick message which received a quick reply in return.

[ Hell yeah. ]

It took a few moments before Seymour was able to glance up and see the plague doctor - or nurse, as it were - hopping right out of the window in the nurse’s office and fumble down into the bushes. He booked it across the lawn and to the pavement where Skinner’s car was idling, hopping into the passenger seat with a clear display of energy that Seymour had to envy. Charlie didn’t look tired in the least. Maybe he was just more practiced at being out and about at all hours of the night.

“You figure out what you wanna do?” Charlie asked, rubbing his gloved hands together conspiratorially.

“Yes. But I need you to babysit Scottie, otherwise I’ll never get her out of the house,” Seymour responded, reversing the car out of its secret parking spot and pulling away from the school. Luckily, they’d been able to get away unscathed. Hopefully no students would need the nurse for the rest of the day… They’d need to rely on Doris’s greasy hands to bandage them up in the meantime.

“I can do that.” Charlie set about removing his disguise and tossing it in the backseat of Skinner’s car. He’d retrieve it the next day when they both resumed their normal lives. “Whatcha got planned?”

“First, I want to take her shopping for something nice. Then, I want to take her to this… show I heard about last night while we were out. One of the ‘cool’ guys there handed me this.” With a little bit of fidgeting to find it, he pulled out a folded piece of paper and offered it to the hybrid who took it with interest. Unfolding it, Charlie gave a little snort of amusement.

“Doesn’t seem your style,” he said, glancing down at the flyer which showed a scribbled cartoony personification of what he imagined was some sort of indie punk band, as well as the details of when and where they would be playing. “But she might get a kick out of it, as long as she’s with you.”

Seymour did his best to not be offended. “Then, a dinner somewhere… I haven’t decided yet, but I wanted that to lead into us taking a walk around one of the nicer neighborhoods to look at the lights. Maybe one of the ones where they have those stupid competitions where people really go all out and… run up their electricity bills, I imagine.”

“Casual dinner then,” Charlie offered up. “Something you can walk and talk with. Nothing that needs plates.”

“Food truck food?” Skinner asked, eyebrows raised slightly as though he’d just come up with the suggestion.

“Food truck food.”

“That solves that problem then. I was a little worried we’d GET to that part and I still wouldn’t know what to do.”

Charlie gave the man a little ‘tsk’. “Even if you don’t know what you’re doing, you gotta pretend like you at least have SOME idea. The point is to make the whole night effortless. Not to the point where you seem like… overly anal about scheduling, but so that she knows that you’re actually having a good time. And NOT thinking about what could go wrong.”

“...Right. Okay. I’ll try to remember that.”

“Good.”

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Even after they arrived at Erin’s, Charlie had to take a moment to keep Seymour from outright panicking. One pep talk later, and both of them exited the car and made their way to Erin’s doorstep. The hybrid offered Skinner an enthusiastic thumbs up. You got this, the gesture said. Don’t even worry about it.

Swallowing back his fear, Seymour rang the doorbell, hoping to God that his knees wouldn’t lock him in place as the door opened and Erin herself answered, balancing her daughter Scottie on her hip.

“Seymour! Charlie?” Surprise and then confusion decorated her features. “Isn’t it a school day? What are you two doing here?”

Seymour was silent for a moment too long, spurred into responding by Charlie’s elbow right in his ribcage.

“Oh! Uh. Well. You see- I had been hoping that you would uh… Join me! I have some plans for this evening for the two of us if… you’re interested.” Seymour floundered obviously with his words, though thankfully, the hybrid kept his mouth shut and didn’t make it worse by calling him out on it.

“And of course,” Charlie offered up, strolling past Seymour and scooping Scottie right up and into his arms. She squealed excitedly, immediately beginning to clamber up and towards his ears which she enjoyed tugging on from time to time. “The best babysitter in the world is here to keep an eye on this little animal.”

“Are- you sure?” Erin asked, taken aback by the suddenness of the proposition. She wasn’t exactly dressed for an evening out, having mostly spent the day in pajama pants and an old t-shirt, but… she seemed to be struggling with at all considering giving Seymour a ‘no.’

“Positive. You two go on and have fun and Scottie and I will have a rager with at least six different types of liquor.” If Charlie’s smug grin didn’t give away the fact that he was joking, Scottie’s sudden yank on his ear would have. He wheezed a little, but maintained his expression. Kids. Adorable.

“O-okay! Well. Erm. Come in, Seymour, let me go and change!” Erin scooted aside to allow Seymour to step in which he did with some awkwardness, shutting the door behind them for the time being and watching as she fled down the hall to get herself into a different outfit. While he waited, Skinner stood fiddling with his tie. Nervous. But at least she hadn’t given him a no! That was… something!

“Hey,” Charlie muttered to the man in a bit of a whisper, still trying to wrangle Scottie in his arms. “Relax. You like her, right? Act like it!”

Seymour cleared his throat and replied under his breath. “Right. Right. Yes. Okay.”

When Erin returned, Seymour found himself at a bit of a loss for words. Her outfit was simple - a warm looking sweater and jeans with a comfortable coat that seemed to be perfect for the late Fall weather that crept in towards the later hours of the evening. But she had a tendency to make even that look… great. God, he was smitten.

He shook himself out of his daze after a moment, offering her a little smile. “Well… I’m ready if you are.”

She nodded, returning his smile with one of her own that was certainly not lacking in enthusiasm. This whole date had been unexpected, but welcome. And even though she paused briefly to give Charlie a few instructions on where Scottie’s dinner was and what time to put her to bed, she was quick to return all of her attention on Seymour as they left the house and headed for his car.

“I’m kind of glad you came by, actually…” Erin said once they got inside and Seymour began to pull away. His movements were a little stiff, but he’d settled himself down some now that he’d managed to get a yes. “I’ve been wanting to see you, but I wasn’t sure how busy you were with your schedule and after school meetings and everything…”

“After school meetings can be rescheduled,” he replied without thinking too hard about it. “I’m sure I can sneak away early on some days, if you’d like me to.”

“Wouldn’t that get you into trouble?” She fretted, slightly, her mind venturing to what Chalmers might think if Seymour made a habit of slipping off right when the bell rang.

“Being Principal has to come with some perks, right?”

Erin laughed a little, the very sound of which made Seymour smile. He couldn’t help it. Despite his worries and anxieties, it felt fantastic to make her laugh.

“Alright,” she said, changing the subject and eyeing Seymour with excitement. “Tell me what you’ve got planned.”

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He’d forgotten the holidays were right around the corner. Of course. Stupid Seymour.

The mall was mostly packed and both he and Erin were finding it very hard to navigate from one store to another. She seemed to be a good sport about it, having been flattered at his offer to buy her a nice thing or two and doing her best to guide him around the throngs of other shoppers that seemed determined to purchase their holiday gifts even if it meant throwing an elbow or two. He had to keep from grumbling to himself about it, choosing instead to keep eyes on Erin as they walked. Even temperamental crowds of strangers wouldn’t put a damper on his mood. Not when he was with her.

“You know,” she began when they’d hopped between a few different stores without leaving with any purchases in hand. “I’m honestly… terrible at picking things out for myself.” She was sheepish about it, trying not to appear ungrateful as she pulled him aside where they wouldn’t be run over by passersby. “And… really, most of my shopping I do online. We really don’t have to go shopping for me right now… Especially not with all these other people here.”

Seymour frowned slightly. “Are you sure?” He asked. For once, he’d been able to save up a few hundred dollars for a rainy day. Surely, this was something worth spending it on. She was worth spending it on. But he wasn’t interested in making her feel… guilty. And really, he was dying to get back out and into the cool afternoon air that wasn’t stifled by hundreds of others fighting over the new iPhone.

Erin had been about to nod in reply, but paused to glance behind Seymour for a moment. She realized then that they were standing across the walkway from the Stuff N’ Hug. And though she was not great at picking out gifts for herself…

“Actually…” she said, grinning just a little. “I know something you can get for Scottie~.”

Seymour turned and followed her gaze, swallowing back the tiniest bit of fear as he spied the Stuff N’ Hug which was buzzing with activity. Parents and little kids alike fluttered back and forth, participating in the bizarre ritual of stuffing empty plushies and getting a ‘birth’ certificate to prove it. Not that he was afraid to look silly or anything, but… Navigating what looked to be like a small room full of toddlers was not his forte. Still. He was being asked. He’d need to nut up or shut up.

“Do you know which one she’d want most?”

Erin seemed to think on that, squinting to get a decent view of what the store had for display in the window. “Oh! The frog!” She replied, pointing to a particularly bright neon-colored amphibian that sat, a little forgotten, behind the various other plushies in the window. “Those are her favorite.”

“Okay. The frog it is.” Seymour took in a breath and steeled himself, his tone taking on a serious timbre that made Erin give a little quiet giggle. “You stay here. I’m going in.”

Seymour trudged across the walkway, narrowly avoiding being trampled by families of twelve or more that were making their way to the nearby food court and managing to arrive at the storefront mostly in one piece. Inside, there were even more obstacles to navigate: toddlers that were running around mostly unsupervised, parents that were struggling to keep their place in the checkout line, and tired workers that seemed to want to be literally anywhere else. Seymour didn’t pay any of them any mind. His goal was that frog. But when he got within a few inches of grabbing it, the stuffed animal was snatched up by another man, quick to offer Skinner a smirk of victory.

“Excuse me,” Seymour began, eyeing the man with clear disdain. “I was reaching for that frog first.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It was in my hands first.” The other man gloated, waving the pre-stuffed plushie around as he did so. “Too bad, so sad.”

Seymour frowned, his expression serious and determined. “Yes, but you see, I need that frog.”

“So do I,” the stranger said, turning away with a haughty laugh.

Though Seymour might have, at some other time, let him get away with it, he was loath to do so this time around. Especially not with Erin waiting eagerly across the walkway and with the knowledge that… those were Scottie’s favorite.

Taking advantage of the crowd around them - all of which were too preoccupied with their own shopping to pay either of them much mind - Seymour reached to grasp the man by the shoulder and whirl him back around, his gaze threatening and voice kept low, but no less intense. “Listen, you. That frog belongs to me. And you are going to give it to me if you don’t want to be shipped out of here in a Stuff N’ Hug body bag.”

The other man stared at him with wide eyes, eventually shoving the frog into Seymour’s hands. “Okay, okay! Jeez.” Apparently being threatened over a frog was not on his list of things to do that day.

Seymour, pleased with the victory, released the other man and let him go on his way. Even if that way meant that the man was going to continue shooting him with glares from across the store. Skinner didn’t seem to mind, holding the frog close to him as he made his way through the check-out line and eventually back out of the store, the stuffed frog nestled safely in a little cardboard box home, made perfectly for it. He was a little disheveled as he returned back to Erin, pausing briefly to try and smooth some of his hair back into place.

“One frog for Scottie,” he said as he held it out to her, an accomplished smile on his features.

“I saw that you almost had to throw hands for it,” Erin replied, taking the box graciously from him. “You totally didn’t have to do that!”

Seymour grinned a little sheepishly, knowing full well that if he’d been arrested for getting into a fight at the Stuff N’ Hug, it would’ve made for a pretty poor date story later on. But it had been worth the risk. “Well… I mean…” He struggled to come up with words, but soon found that he didn’t need to. Leaning up on her toes, Erin pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, causing his face to redden as he cleared his throat, trying not to fall over entirely.

“I’m glad you did,” she said.

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Leaving the stuffy confines of the mall was a relief, Seymour thought as they breathed in the cool, yet comfortable Fall air. It wasn’t too chilly out - just enough to need a jacket - but he figured it was much better than being trapped amongst the throngs of holiday shoppers. The frog he’d obtained for Scottie was now sitting comfortably in the backseat of his car, waiting to be taken back to Erin’s while they stepped away to the partially outdoor venue. The band he’d heard of was playing - some form of punk music that Seymour wasn’t explicitly into, but it was more than adequate background noise to keep the moments of silence between he and Erin from feeling overly oppressive.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of them before,” Erin said as they drifted over to where the small stage was harboring at least five of the six band members. They weren’t very close, preferring to stand away from what they assumed were the ‘hardcore’ groupies that grouped around at the foot of the stage. But they were close to the bar. “But I can see the appeal. Do you wanna get a drink?”

Seymour nodded, recalling the buzzy haze he and Charlie had mostly been in the previous night, and content with the idea that if he were to repeat the event - except this time, with Erin by his side - that would be just fine. Even if they weren’t exactly at a rave this time around. “I imagine they don’t exactly have scotch here,” he commented as they approached the bartender who looked to be at least twenty years younger than Seymour. He eyed the bottles behind the counter skeptically, but he wouldn’t let his hesitation keep him from enjoying himself.

“Too fancy to just have a beer?” Erin teased, nudging Seymour gently.

“Of course not!” He balked, shaking his head in embarrassment and addressing the hipster bartender who probably put more grooming into his strange mustache than the rest of him put together. “One beer, please.”

“What kind,” the bartender replied dryly.

Seymour went silent, glancing around for some help or some indication of what kind he should choose. Meanwhile, Erin laughed, trying not to embarass him further, but likely failing.

“Just give us two Duffs,” she offered to the bartender. “We probably don’t need to make it complicated.”

Breathing out a little sigh of relief, Seymour allowed her to sort of take the lead on that one, placing down the few bills to cover the drinks before they were in hand and both he and Erin could step back towards the small crowd that had gathered. The deep thrum of the bass was comforting to him, somehow, and though the music was loud, it wasn’t to the point where he couldn’t have a conversation over it if he tried hard enough.

“We don’t need to stay here the whole time,” he said to Erin, hoping that he wasn’t forcing her to remain watching a band that she wasn’t enjoying. “I have other things in mind for tonight. But I figured this was a nice… segue into the evening. That’s all.”

Sipping at her drink, Erin seemed to not skip a beat, shaking her head and replying with encouragement. “No, it’s fine! I’m liking this. It’s not exactly something I would have found on my own, but you know me. I like to try new things. But, if I’m being honest… This definitely doesn’t seem like your style. Where’d you hear about them?”

Seymour cleared his throat, taking his time in trying to come up with an explanation. He couldn’t really say that he’d pulled the flyer off of a light pole while he was walking down the street, now could he? That seemed… too hard to believe.

“Well… Charlie and I had an after school meeting yesterday. It went a bit late and as we were walking afterwards, he pointed it out.” It was much easier to blame the hybrid. The band seemed like something that would appeal to him. Maybe. At least more so than it did Seymour. “I figured it couldn’t hurt to check it out. Maybe stay a while. See if it was something you’d like.” He added the snippet at the end, quickly occupying himself with a drink of his beer to keep from sounding like he was trying too hard to impress her. Of course, he was. But that didn’t mean he wanted it to come across so obviously.

“Oh so it was Charlie’s idea, huh?” She said, lifting an eyebrow inquisitively. It always felt like she saw right through him. And maybe she did. But Seymour was going to pretend otherwise, nodding in return.

“The band was. It was my idea to bring you to see them,” Seymour responded defensively. He didn’t need Charlie taking credit for the actual date too. The smarmy lizard was charming enough without Skinner’s help.

Erin laughed again, sending Seymour’s heart aflutter once more. His mouth tilted upwards into a smile that he couldn’t fight, taking a step closer to Erin as a result as her laugh tapered off and she pressed her shoulder against him in turn. He wasn’t entirely sure if she felt it in the same way that he did, but he was pretty sure he was going to overheat, despite the cool air around them. She had a tendency to have that effect on him, no matter what they were doing or where they were. As he focused his attention on both her and the heavy thrum of the bass guitar, he was reminded of that familiar feeling of slowly cracking inhibitions, his hesitation melting away in that moment as he gazed down at her and imagined instead what it might have been like had he stolen away with Erin in the middle of the night to a muggy basement rave. Maybe she wouldn’t have taken to the idea… But he could dream.

Even if the music wasn’t particularly to his tastes, Seymour let himself enjoy it for the time being, sipping intermittently at his beer as more people drifted into the venue, crowding around the bar for drinks and wandering closer to the stage to get a look at who was playing. He was relaxing as time passed, though he couldn’t help but consider what time it was. The sun was beginning to set earlier this time of year, and once it had disappeared beneath the horizon, it would be perfect timing for them to make their way out and to the neighborhood that he’d picked out for them to see the lights. It was the perfect scenery for what he intended to do after that, though he had been trying his best not to focus on his end goal, for fear of overthinking it. He did that too often for comfort.

Lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed that Erin was beginning to step back and away from the bulk of the crowd, reaching out to snag his sleeve and tug him back with her. He was confused, but followed, settling back against the wall of the nearby building with her as she breathed out a little sigh.

“Sorry. I feel better when we’re not… crowded by a bunch of other people,” she said. “Besides, it’s a little easier to talk when we’re not so close to the speakers.” Hesitating very briefly, she continued. “And um.. It’s also a little easier to not be so obvious about… being a little more in your space.”

Seymour blinked, almost not understanding before it clicked and he sputtered a little, embarrassed that he hadn’t realized. “...You can be as obvious as you want. I’m sure nobody here would mind…” Or maybe they would. He certainly wouldn’t though. “Actually… if you want to have more time for just… us, I think I can make that happen. We definitely don’t have to stay just because.”

Tilting her head to the side curiously, Erin leaned away from the wall to face him properly. “If you’re offering, I’m not gonna say no, but… I just figured since you planned this too and all…”

Scoffing, Seymour gestured to the band on the stage. “Are you kidding? I don’t even know these people.” He opted to take advantage of the brief moment of courage to take her hand in his free one, guiding her over to the bar where they left their glasses and then to the entrance they’d come in earlier. “Come on. I’ve got something much better to show you anyway.”

Her hand was incredibly warm in his as he led her back out to the car, pausing to open the passenger door for her, but not immediately letting it go. He didn’t want to. Her soft fingers in his larger, somewhat calloused hands were like a spark of electricity that he wanted to experience over and over. But as he closed the door behind her and went around to the driver’s seat, he knew that it was a sensation that he’d have to make happen again. No waiting for her to do it. Tonight was about taking charge. Like he had with the frog. Remember the frog.

That little neon frog would give him strength.

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About an hour later, that chilly evening air had turned a little more frigid, though not to the point where he might have turned tail and said they should call it a night. No, he was more determined than that, adjusting the small taco in his hands to make sure none of its contents were to unceremoniously fall out onto the sidewalk. Erin strolled alongside him, perfectly content with her food, munching happily as her attention drifted from it up to the lights around them, shielding them in a warm glow that made him feel like Christmas really was just a day or two away. There was a month yet to go, but Seymour felt like the winter break was already underway and he had no responsibilities beyond simply existing for the brief two weeks between Christmas and New Years. Maybe it had something to do with how just walking in happy silence with Erin at his side made him feel as though nothing could possibly go wrong, contrary to… almost anything else in his life, really.

“God, I’d give anything to have this much disposable income,” Erin said once she’d finished her taco and had begun to fully admire the decorations as they passed by. “Can you imagine dropping hundreds of dollars just for the outside of your house? I mean, the inside is enough for me to deal with, let alone all of these extra things… But I guess once you dedicate yourself to it one year, the rest of the neighborhood doesn’t let you stop.”

“Mother would never let me put this many lights up,” Seymour replied, gesturing to one of the homes as they passed. “She says it draws too much unnecessary attention. She doesn’t want a bunch of ‘hoodlums’ coming by to ‘gawk’ at them.”

“That’s a shame.” Erin had little to say on the topic of Seymour’s mother, and he didn’t fault her for it. By now, she was surely tired of him mentioning her at all. She’d said, once or twice - and in the kindness way she could possibly manage - that their relationship was not a healthy one. And he’d said that he’d work on it. But little had improved since then. He had been loath to mention her since then. But still… old habits die hard.

“But… you know,” he continued. “It might be worth upsetting her once or twice if it means that I can get a little more festive around the holidays.”

Erin’s expression made it obvious that she appreciated the effort. But he could tell that a part of her still felt somewhat sorry for him. “I might be able to use some help around my house in the next week or so, putting up a few extra things on the outside. If you’d like to lend a hand.” She smiled and he knew that the offer was genuine. Not just out of pity. In truth, he would take any excuse to spend more time with her. Even if it meant getting on top of a ladder and risking his neck to string up some lights just to make her happy.

“I think I can probably manage that. I’m a pretty good handyman, you know~”

His proclamation was probably dampened by the fact that the contents of his taco did indeed flop out of their tortilla wrapper and onto the pavement. Not exactly the smoothest move he ever made. Thankfully, Erin held back her laughter this time as he swiftly scooted the mess off of the sidewalk and onto the pavement of the street where it would hopefully get finished off by bugs or birds or… whoever.

“I’ll take your word for it. But I’m sure we can manage it together.” She scooted closer, taking his hand this time in hers and forcing him to inwardly curse himself. Damn. She’d found the boldness to do it before he did. Which just meant that he’d have to make up for it. Somewhere. Somewhere…

All around them, the houses were getting progressively fancier. Large, luxurious displays that surely had taken a professional in their setup. Seymour couldn’t imagine any normal homeowner with a day job would have the time or energy to create and organize such in depth lighting structures. Maybe he was a little bit jealous. He rarely had time or energy to spare. But that wasn’t his focus. Instead, he was searching for just the right spot. Waiting for just the right moment. Somewhere in the distance, the soft melody of Christmas music was floating from one of the nearby houses. And he could swear that if the weather got any colder, that they might be in for some snow. The atmosphere couldn’t have been more perfect. But where? When? Despite the chill, he was beginning to sweat.

“...Are you alright, Seymour?”

Her question shook him out of his mild panic, glancing down at her worried gaze that was focusing solely on him as they walked. Only… he wasn’t walking anymore. He’d stopped entirely, her hand still holding his. Now he looked even more foolish. But despite his attempt to assuage both his and her fears, he couldn’t swallow back the panic that was beginning to creep up the back of his throat.

“I uh-...” He began, but was unable to find the words to continue. What was wrong with him? Was he really so nervous that he couldn’t even find it in himself to be normal? And walk with her like normal people did? Was he really so scared?

No, he realized. This was something else. Something he knew entirely too well, having only experienced it in totally dissimilar circumstances. He’d thought himself immune to sudden panic attacks in such a calm and serene environment, but with his anxiety levels spiking throughout the evening and his heart doing strange loop-de-loops in his chest, he knew that he’d really set himself up for it. He should have been focusing more heavily on staying calm; on maintaining his composure. But it was too late now.

“I… I need to sit,” he wheezed, realizing that his legs were shaky and very nearly collapsed underneath him as he sunk down to the curb, clinging somewhat tightly to her hand as he did so. He didn’t want to hurt her, and once he was certain that he was at least not going to fall from a standing position, he released her hand and buried his face in his own. “Sorry- I…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the statement. The words wouldn’t come, and not just out of nervousness then. He was struggling to breathe now, his chest heaving as he tried his best to come down from the height of the panic and failing miserably.

“It’s okay!” She replied in a quick, but gentle tone as she followed him down to sit right next to him. Concern and fear was in her eyes, but he couldn’t see it. Couldn’t look at anything just then, intent on letting the darkness from having his eyes closed be the only thing he saw. The less visual stimuli his racing mind had to rely on, the more it would - hopefully - settle. But as he counted the seconds between his inhales and exhales - an old trick he’d taught himself for just such an occasion - he felt her hand soft against his back, between his shoulder blades. She rubbed gently, quiet for the time being and just letting him ride the wave.

“Take your time,” Erin continued, glancing around to see if anyone was approaching. But no one was. He was thankful that was the case. He didn’t need strangers witnessing his breakdown on top of everything else. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The words were reassuring, but they didn’t stem the tide of what was already happening. It took several long minutes - minutes he was sure he would look back on later and hate himself for wasting - before he could feel his heartbeat beginning to slow. It wasn’t perfect. The steady thump was still painful in his chest, having only just stopped hammering. But it was progress. And as he slowly lifted his head to allow himself to take in the world around himself again, Seymour realized that there was a tear or two at the corner of his eye. He hastily brought a hand up to wipe it away, ashamed of himself for letting it get that bad, so quickly.

When he could finally speak, his words were tired and little more than a murmur. But the hand against his back felt like a much needed brace, and he let it soothe him. Her touch was always soothing. Even if it took him a few minutes to come back down to a level where he could truly appreciate it.

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t expect for that to happen.” Seymour’s voice was groggy and tired. Panic attacks always did wear him out. It was as if he’d been running at a sprint for a full five minutes straight and was only now allowed to breathe. His chest would continue to ache for some time. “I just started thinking about… too many things at once and it has a tendency to… become a bit overwhelming. I didn’t mean to drag you down into it.”

Erin shook her head, reaching to place her free hand atop his, the warmth of her palm reminding him that he would be okay. “You absolutely did not drag me into anything. I’m glad I was here to at least sit with you until you were okay again. Was it something we did or… something I said…?” Guilt was evident in her tone and Seymour suddenly felt a pang somewhere in his heart. Not the aftershocks of his panic attack; but an aching sensation. A fear that she could ever possibly consider that anything she’d do - or had ever done - would in some way hurt him.

Resolute, he took her hand in his and brought his other to gently wrap both of his around her fingers securely. Like he was treasuring that hand of hers. And maybe he was. It had been her touch that brought him back around, after all.

“Never,” Seymour said, his tired, still slightly watery eyes staring down at their joined hands. “It was nothing you said or did. I just… I let my fears get the best of me. Like I always do.” He sighed, shame still coloring his vision and making him unable to look her in the eye. “I’ve been so wrapped up all evening in how to tell you what I’ve wanted to tell you for so long now and… It just… Scared me. And I know it shouldn’t. Because I’ve never been more sure about something in my whole life, and yet…” Trailing off, he was unsure of how to finish his sentence.

“Seymour…” Erin murmured almost sadly, like she was still faulting herself. The wistful way she spoke his name was killing him.

Why was he so afraid? Why couldn’t he step up and be a man for once? And just TELL her.

Just tell her.

“Maybe I should say something first,” she eventually said as the seconds dragged on, his silence feeling almost like an undefeatable villain at that point. But he listened, still not quite looking up at her for fear that whatever was coming would not be good.

He was vaguely aware that a gentle, quiet frost had begun to flutter down from the dark sky. But that didn’t really matter to him just then.

Erin spoke again, her voice quiet but not because she was timid. It was as though what she had to say was… intimate. Meant only for him. He could hope. “This whole evening I’ve been sort of… trying to tell you how I feel. At the mall and when we were watching the band and when we were waiting in line for food and… and just now when we were walking, but… I guess I just couldn’t figure out the right time. But I didn’t want you to think that I was… specifically not telling you on purpose.” She fiddled with her hair nervously, though at least, he thought, she wasn’t having a nervous breakdown.

“Erin-” he began, only to be interrupted by her.

“No, let… let me finish. Look, I- This whole evening I’ve just wanted to come out and tell you. That I love you. I wanted to tell you totally in public and… like it was the most casual thing in the world and like you already knew, but it just… felt like a big deal! And I couldn’t get it out! But- I just did. So. There.” Her face was red, both from the cold and from the confession. But all Seymour could do was stare at her. Taken aback that it had not only had it not been him to make the first admission, but she had been just as nervous and flighty as he had!

“I- You- You’re… not upset that I didn’t say it first?” He blurted out, realizing that it probably wasn’t the most ideal response to having someone tell you that they loved you, but… He couldn’t help it. That was where his mind was at.

“...Why would I be? There’s not really a rule that says you’re required to…” Erin didn’t quite get his meaning. “I mean I know I sometimes wish you’d be a little more assertive with certain things… Your mother, for one… But that… doesn’t really apply to something as important as this. I don’t think that should be… one person’s responsibility or anything.” She mumbled the words at the end, a little embarrassed that he hadn’t said it in return at all. It was only after a few moments had passed that he came to the same conclusion.

“I am so stupid,” he exhaled, his shoulders slumping a bit in what was both relief and exhaustion. “This whole time I’ve been putting so much stock on being able to pick just the right moment; just the right place. I had it in mind that… if I didn’t say it first that you… would think less of me.”

“That is pretty stupid,” Erin replied, the smallest of smiles appearing on her features.

“I know. I know that now. And you know what else I know?”

“What?” She feigned obliviousness. Sure that she knew what was coming, but enjoying the mild suspense anyway.

Releasing her hand, Seymour brought both of his up to gently frame her face, his gaze finally meeting hers. His heart was still beating quickly, though it was much less painful now. His panic had given way to a soft haze of exhausted contentment. He was sure his hands were a bit cool as snow began to settle on them both where they sat, but she didn’t seem to mind. Even as her face reddened further in a deep blush that he would have to remember.

“That today has really only reinforced the fact that I love you too. I’m not sure anyone else would have put up with me for as long as you have. Even when I plan terrible last minute dates, almost fight a man for a neon frog, take you to see a band that no one’s ever heard of, drop a taco in the street, or break down in the middle of a neighborhood that is way above my income level.” He was only really partially joking. But it was nice to hear that laugh of hers again, her eyes reflecting the soothing glow of the lights around them. “Despite all that… Just to have you here, in this moment… It’s all worth it.”

No more hesitation. Leaning forward he pressed his lips gently to hers, doing his best to keep himself from smiling as he felt her return the gesture, closing the distance between them. If the chill didn’t choose that exact moment to send snowflakes on the breeze to settle in their hair, he could have kept kissing her forever. But he wouldn’t keep her out in the cold all night. The idea of getting somewhere warm where he could hold her much closer was all too enticing.

They stayed there for a few more moments as the kiss broke, Seymour’s hand gently caressing her cheek before he was able to scoot himself up to stand again. His legs no longer felt like jelly, making it much easier for him to help her up to her feet. His moment of assertiveness came when he offered to take her back home and stay for a few hours.

When they returned back to Erin’s, Seymour allowed her to lead the way inside, removing his coat at the door and taking hers as well. In the living room, they found Charlie sprawled out on the couch, Scottie sleeping soundly on his chest. Both were seemingly knocked out, having had what looked to be a… very entertaining evening, if the number of books, toys, and impromptu arts and crafts projects scattered about the place were any indication. Erin fought the urge to laugh and wake them both, instead leaning down to scoop Scottie up so she could place her into her room to sleep a little more comfortably. Meanwhile, Seymour stared oddly at Charlie who seemed to be quiet content on the couch. Like he was having the sleep of his life.

“Let him sleep,” Erin whispered as she returned. “I’m sure he doesn’t get to be this comfortable, usually.”

She motioned for Seymour to follow her to the bedroom where they could shut the door behind them, giving the hybrid his privacy and taking their own for themselves. A few hours would eventually turn into more-than-a-few, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms to fight off the cold that threatened to creep in from the window. And by then, Seymour opted to take initiative and stay the whole night.

He imagined she wouldn’t say no.

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Tower Of God Anime Episode 1 Breakdown

Spoilers so Anime only’s beware.

-The two hot boys have shown up. Interesting they’re both under honor and pride, since the two hate each other’s guts. Hatz strives to bring honor as swordsman and places a lot of his pride into that. Meanwhile, Khun strives to regain his honor taken away from him after his exile, and his overwhelming pride causes problems for him.

-In this small scene, there’s so much symbolism about Endorsi’s character. First, we focus on her shoes, which links to the idea of how Jahad’s Princesses are called the shoes in the king’s showcase. Right now, she is a shoe, walking towards her destiny of entering the tower. Then we get a shot of her face, a mix of adorable and pretty. These two shots indicate what everyone sees when they first meet Endorsi, a princess and then just a pretty face. Until it finally pulls back and shows the many other shoes in the showcase, to which Endorsi is compared to and what people hope she becomes. However, she stands outside the case because she wants freedom from her duties as a princess.

-Another interesting thing about the showcase shot is that while Endorsi is at first front and center, she’s ultimately dwarfed by the many other shoes that come into frame, showing that even if she’s a princess, she’s just one of many and can easily be made (replaced) again.

-The power and influence line shows Endorsi wants. She wanted power to become stronger than the other girls at her home, and eventually she gained it. Now she wants power to become a popular princess, which will give her influence. With her influence she might be able to change something about the princess system, just like what Yuri wants.

-Shibisu is under the money and wealth, replacing Narae. Now, we don’t actually know Shibisu’s backstory. We’ve gotten hints of it such as someone taking something from him, but we don’t know the full story. Might this give a clue into his past?

-Anaak is probably the most easiest to explain. She wants revenge on the Jahad family for her mother and father’s deaths. However she eventually mellows out with this, preferring to keep her teammates safe then strive for revenge (like in the Name Hunt Station Arc)

-Rak wants to transcend all. Basically become stronger than anyone, and he’ll gain this power by hunting down strong prey and proving he’s stronger.

-I can’t really do an analysis of the op cause most of it is just Bam walking and stuff, so here are my fav shots (Though the yellow one scares me). Interesting that we get a shot of the Jahad symbol in the op, though it makes sense with just how important it is. Though I don’t know what was up with the bird. I guess it’s meant to represent freedom, but ToG is more full of water metaphors than sky. (Also the only time birds are relevant in ToG is when they appear and then die)

-I love Rachel’s little smile after Bam tells her he doesn’t want her to go up the tower. It seems like she’s smiling to calm him down and explain the situation, however you can also see the fakeness in it. She isn’t smiling because she feels bad for Bam, she’s smiling because she feels like she has to.

-This shot still confuses me. It’s like the tower itself is vibe checking Bam.

-Subarashi

-Bam subscribes to the “No Waifu, No Laifu” train of thought. And just as I predicted, people are already calling him a simp. I guess I can let it pass for now, but’s gonna get annoying if people keep calling him that, even after S1.

-Thus, the meeting that forever changed the tower’s fate has occurred. And it all started with a kick to the face.

-Seeing Yuri and Evan together makes me happy. They’re such a great duo that feel better together than split. Also I’m interested in the language they’re using. Is it a real world language, fake, or a mix of a few languages? Either way, it seems that Yuri and Evan might be able to understand each other without a Pocket (maybe because Evan’s guide abilities allow him to know every language in the tower?)

-Gotta say, the CGI looks very crappy, especially in mix with the extremely cartoony style of ToG. Hope we don’t get to much of it.

-Why are they saying Non-Regular. It’s supposed to be Irregular. The trailers got it right, so why is this different?

-Love how Bam’s the only one who reacts to the threat of execution. Evan and Yuri probably hear that on a daily basis so it doesn’t matter as much.

-Yuri went from shitting on him to wanting to fuck him in a second. Normally I’d criticize such a thing but since Yuri has a different agenda, and the circumstances between princesses and men, I can’t blame her for wanting a handsome man to go up. (Seriously all the princesses must be sexually frustrated)

-Anaak’s my favorite girl in S1, but I think Yuri’s gonna convert me if she has more of these great faces.

-Another translation error, but one also translated wrongly in Japanese. It’s supposed to be needle, but they say katana (sword in japanese). If I’m remembering correctly, only one 13 Month Weapon is actually a sword.

-Poor Evan. Then again, even if it seems he has a weak hold on her, he’s probably the best one for the job. Since he’s one of the highest ranking guides, he’s probably stuck taking care of either hard to handle or strong princesses.

-Their relationship is adorable. I have a thing for tall girl x short boy and this fulfills it all the way. Also, Yuri saying she hates being bored is really telling of just how much of an adventurous spirit she has. Even in the tower where things are hectic all the time and she works under Jahad and Wingtree, she still desires a world outside of the norm. I wonder if meeting Phantaminum really broadened her horizons that much?

-Love seeing all the buildup just to get to Bam being eaten. It’s a great way to subvert expectations from him just cutting it normally. Also in the manwha, Yuri says the needle is for stabs and pierces, probably giving Bam the idea of entering the eel.

-Also Yuri for best big sister in anime pls.

-”Welp, let’s go home”

-Yuri was about to try and punt an administrator. How can she walk in such dense shinsu with balls as heavy as hers

-Can we talk about the amount of trust in Yuri and Evan’s relationship. Sure, Yuri protested when grabbed by Evan, but when she heard that Bam had taken the right path she immediately stopped fighting or rushing to break in there. Even if she couldn’t figure out what the path was supposed to be, she believed in Evan’s words that Bam had done it right and stopped fighting.

-Bam’s gonna need a bath

-I love these two shots. Just the raw determination Bam has is inspiring. We should all be like Bam, except maybe focus that determination into a hobby or work instead of stalking a girl.

-Yuri about to punt Headon part 2

-This scene had me tearing up. No matter how horribly the two’s relationship progresses in the future, this scene will always be sweet because it’s the two’s raw, positive emotion. Bam was stuck down there for weeks, months, maybe even years, and finally someone comes along and says they’ll be there with him. Even if he didn’t leave the cave, his world got brighter just by having Rachel there. I’m glad they included this scene because it shows why Bam is so desperate to get Rachel back, to get his light back.

-This is precious

-I can’t believe I’m actually saying this but Rachel looks adorable

-These shots are so simple yet so powerful. If only they could have stayed like this

-Bam is smooth. This dude spent years in a dark hole with no one to talk to and yet he can still pick up girls. Also I think this scene shows that Bam and Rachel have more of a sibling relationship. Ruffling his hair is more of a big sister type of thing.

-Based on Yuri’s reaction, this is probably the most determined she’s seen Evan

-Black March is top tier waifu material even though she’s just a needle. I like that the animators made her look more mature. It shows that she’s an old weapon without needing to say it.

-BEGONE THOT

-I love how Black March’s preference in men was a superstition. Also can we talk about Evan’s face in the last panel? It’s beautiful.

-Honestly, it’s hard to tell who’s in charge of who

-That feeling when a sexy, needle lady will never hold you in her arms, why even live?

-I love how Bam’s first reaction to entering a new place was to eat it’s grass. Bless this precious child

-And finally, it ends off with the RaKhunBam trio. I’m so happy to see all three of them together.

This episode had it’s good points and it’s bad points but either way I’m excited for the rest of this journey, especially seeing the anime onlys reactions.

#tower of god #tower of god anime #tog #tog spoilers

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