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clutchpowers · 9 months

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Sooooo... i wanted to stick this little rambly thing at the bottom of the redraw but it would have made it look UGLY so im doing this separately... just wanna talk about the whole thing and What Not.

TLDR: its been a slash positive ride thats been worth it to try "something new" every year and my favorite piece out of all of them is the 9th. also for the curious heres the comparison of the 5th anni piece to the recent one (2018 -> 2023)

anyway. personal post time.

oh where to begin *rocks on my rocking chair* i guess it would be with the 5th anniversary piece...at the time it had been a long while since i did lineless art and i thought it would be cool to try it again for that one so i did by redrawing an old piece from 2014... that was the first "finished piece" i made of Them. i think i even made it into a wallpaper for myself lmao. anyway after i posted it i was like "aw man i should draw something every year until the 10th" but i thought yeah right. im going to forget next year like the idiot i am. but i Some How managed to do one every year... th worms got me... i honestly didnt think id make it all the way to the 10th but i did!! AND WITHOUT MISSING A DAY EXCEPT FOR THE 7TH WHERE I WAS A WEEK LATE???? UNREAL especially when fun fact! every year i had no idea what i wanted to do! all i knew for sure is that i wanted each piece to be out of my comfot zone to push me to do something a little different. unfortunately the subjects tm where always the same so it feels a little. samey. but these are my celebratory posts I GET TO ONLY POST ABOUT THE OTP SUPER BLORBOS OF ALL TIME

the 6th anniversary was a redraw of that one scene. you know the one. the helicopter one. fucking hate that scene btw it actually causes me psychic damage i cant watch with the audio or ill scream. but it is my favorite scene of mine despite all the horrors it causes <3 and i wanted to redraw it as if it was a cartoon... like i had taken screencaps from the lcu cartoon in my head. i still remember the backgrounds being such a pain in the ass. honestly id like to go back and redo this one one day too or do something similar to the concept because its a fun one that i always saw done growing up and i wanted to try it myself.

for the 7th anniversary you can see the turn.. no more humans... return to lego... i was getting a little more confident in drawing them in the lego form so i did another redraw this time with the ending!! honestly i still like this one and how it looks even with how late it was but i wanted to test my confidence and do a real True and Finished piece with COLORED LINES and EVERYTHING!!!!! im glad i ended up taking the turn because for the LONGEST TIME i wanted to try and draw them as lego so bad because all i did was draw them as humans and its funny because now its the exact opposite. glad this piece was kinda the solidification in my head that yeah okay im a bit better at drawing the stylized lego toy now i can keep drawing them like this without feeling like im going to want to delete this in 2 weeks.

the 8th anniversary one is so weird. somewhere toward the beginning of the year it got into my head that i wanted to do a comic of them but time/school would have gotten in the way so i ended up opting for a page. another redraw of the ending scene which honestly out of all of them this is my least favorite one and its solely because its all so off. i def could have formated it better so the background shot doesnt take up the entire fucking page but then again im not a comic guy and this was my first time so the layout was bound to look HORRID but this is something id like to come back to ive had the idea of making like a genuine short comic about them since FOREVER and now that im a bit more experienced (lying) i would like to make one day!!!! just gotta stop getting caught up in my scripts!! and going in circles!! Because im obviously not a writer and i keep getting first-hand embarrassment from these!! but ill get over it one day lol.

OH THE 9TH ANNIVERSARY PIECE MY BELOVED. ONE OF MY FAVORITE PIECES ACTUALLY i love this stupid thing so much you have no idea.i know its re-using lineless but i just loved the idea of what it would look like lineless AND IT CAME OUT SO PERFECT I LOVE IT SO MUCH obv it needs a few touch-ups so the main issues dont stand out to me but god. i love this piece so much. idk what came out of me to make this but its so good ill never get over it. and the little lego them as a cake topper ITS JUST SO CUTE I DONT HAVE MUCH TO SAY OTHER THAN I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SORRY

finally. the 10th anniversary piece. oh my god. okay. i need everyone to understand this. i had woken up with this fucking Unbearable pounding headache that was trying to kill me. my body the entire day wanted me to stop and lie down, but last night i was already done with a good chunk of it and all i had to do that day was finish some lines and the coloring?? i literally don't remember all i remember is my body actively trying to shut down and force me to stop and sleep which i took a nap? didnt help. so i said fuck it im finishing this. i was. an entire goddamn corpse arched over my laptop. i was so delirious the entire time its a fucking miracle it even came out as good as it did but honestly. i still hate how it fucking looks. like you can TELL when i gave up (the shading) and it sticks out like a sore fucking thumb to me and it pisses me off because i knew i could have done so much better if i wasnt being stricken down by gods hand and his every attempt to get me to rest. idk like im generally proud ot it, with this one i wanted to go out with a bang tm so i tried to draw every important and relevant character instead of ALL of them like I was originally planning LMAO but ah well. maybe one day when im faster at drawing. this one i defiantly wanna go back and touch up but i everytime i open the file i can see 40 more things wrong with it and it drives me nuts. so ill just have to wait for when im ready. i guess.

can i just say though. the improvement is crazy. it always catches me off guard because tbh i uh. dont like my own art. im getting better at not fucking hating it because i can pinpoint everything wrong with it but whenever i see the side by sides it always surprises me. i always dont think im improving but then i see it and its like wow i really am getting better! i still suck at 3000 things but im getting better! and its overall just a nice thing to see after having drawn them for as long as i have... the power of the worms is strong and has ruined my brain...... speaking of i know ive said a few times that i fucking hate certain pieces, not just LCU related ones but almost anything i post, but if you love them and are able to look at them with a twinkle in your eye then thank you. genuinely. i honestly love looking over the tags of people exploding and saying nice things. it warms my cold little heart and im glad there are people out there that genuinely love some of the things what i do! even if its just fanart and its just their blorbo. thank you for sticking around even tho all i do is draw my otp super blorbos :'^) this game means the world to me and im glad like more than 2 people wanna spread it around.

to wrap back around to the anniversary stuff and speaking of big love to the people out there THE FREAKING EPIC ZINE i was just a small thing but it came out amazing even for how small it was thank you to the contributors and thank you to everyone whos downloaded it!! its still getting the occasional and i love getting the notif in my email about it. i love that there are still people out there who wanna see it and all the hard work everyone put into it to celebrate the games 10th just thank you again i really does mean alot to me ALSO IF YOU HAVENT CHECKED IT OUT PLEASE DO IT IS 100% WORK YOUR TIME AND ITS DIGITAL WITH PRINT AT HOME STICKERS AND YOU CAN KEEP IT AND LOOK AT IT FOREVER

uh to end this off....would I like to do this again..... I mean I kinda am? by that i mean ill do the big numbers (15, 20, 25, 30, 40, etc) till the day i freaking die!!!! but yeah no countdown stuff ever again!!!!! sorry :^( it was super fun to do though!!!! and im glad i did it that piece is the conclusion to the whole thing but that doesnt mean ill stop drawing them. duh. theyre my characters now! but heres to many more anniversaries and to hopefully another game! or to just see them again in any other lego media! or even better... a mischaracterized cameo in ninjago!

#long ass post lmao congrats if you actually read it all and made it to the bottom :'^)#i typed this all out yesterday thats how i got it out so quick lol

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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I want the world to know I’m yours

actor! Harry Potter x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Y/n is a fashion student getting ready for her first debut and her boyfriend is Harry Potter, one of the biggest actors in the world, their relationship is a secret so she can make it on her own but with Harrys fans speculating how long will that last?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of eating, food, sex and nudity (nothing explicit), mentions of feeling sick but it’s just nerves

A/n: 4.5k words, Celebrity and Modern au, first time writing Harry romantically and the artwork is actually a very quick redraw of one of my real designs from my last year of high school, I also want to say i’m sorry for the delay in requests i think i am quickly becoming unable to write anything under 3k, thanks for the request hope you enjoy!

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“Y/n?” Harry pops his head into your little studio, receiving no response as you’re too busy fiddling with something on your desk, head bobbing to the music from your headphones

He leans on the doorway for a few minutes, the light from the window coming in and hitting you perfectly. He loved days like this, where he could just take a minute and admire you, he wished he could show you off to the world, proclaim his love for you publicly but he could make do with these moments for now. You looked in complete concentration, a small smile on your face as you worked, so passionate, it was one of the many reasons he fell for you.

He then moved through into the kitchen checking the time, he had about half an hour before his interview with…he probably should have known who with but that was a problem for the Harry 30 minutes from now. In the meantime, he decided to make you a little snack, as he waited on the kettle boiling he picked up his phone, taking a deep breath as he saw his Instagram account, all the comments speculating on a viral photo taken during his previous interview.

You had nipped in the shower while he was live and what he hadn’t realised at the time was the mirror in the background caught you wrapped in your silky dressing gown and fluffy socks, well they only caught your sock clad feet, but it was enough to send the internet into a tizzy. Speculations of who it was, it was funny how they had nothing more than a fluffy sock and your reddish gown to go on, no other features but clothing yet they still had their theories.

Harry was used to it now, he’d been shipped with every co-star he’d worked with, Hermione, who was his friend nothing more especially since she was dating musician and his best friend Ron Weasley. There was Cho Chang who he will admit he had a crush on but nothing happened, she ended up with Cedric Diggory who he was also shipped with at one point. The most popular one and current lead runner was Ginny, suggesting that the couple had finally gotten back together. He knew that one hurt your feelings, he knew you didn’t want the relationship to be a secret either but you wanted to achieve your dream first, on your own and not because of who you were dating, Harry respected that

He placed down his phone at the table next to his laptop and light set up in prep for his interview before pouring the hot drinks. Picking up the snack bowl and mug he made his way back to your studio, where you were no longer listening to music and mindlessly scrolling on your phone

“Hi” he greets with a smile causing you to place your phone down and smile brightly at him giving him your full attention

Your mouth drops open a little as you see the food and drink in his hand “That for me?” you double check

Harry nods placing it down on the free area of desk as well as giving you a sweet kiss to your temple “Of course love, your favourite mug and everything” he moves behind your seat, leaning his head on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your front “I can’t be arsed with this interview” he huffs, nuzzling his nose into your neck

You giggle, hands moving to grasp his arms and your head tliting to the side in order give him a kiss which ends up on his eyebrow “oops” you bite your lip as he pulls back to look at you

He just smiles “I need to go soon but what you fancy doing tonight?”

You squeeze his arm “We could order food, maybe watch a movie? Oh” you turn in your chair “If I teach you how to make the flowers could you help?” you ask hopefully, you had 100’s to make before the show in a couple months time

He nods matching your energy “Yeah of course” he picks up one you had already made “These are beautiful…” he puts it down gently tilting your head up as he captures your lips “…just like you” he mumbles into them

Even after almost a year together, a little predicable and considerably cheesy line still made your heart warm “Ditto” you boop his nose moving in for another kiss but you see the time “Your call” you nod to the clock

Harry looks over sighing “I’ll see you in a little bit love” he says giving you one last kiss before heading out

You dipped your hand into the bowl, patting around in hope for one last bit but to no avail, you even peered in just in case something magically appeared. Sitting back in your chair you looked over your work, flicking through your designs, you needed a show piece, you had already started making the origami flowers you just needed a design. You checked the clock biting your lip, Harry should be finishing up soon and he could probably help you pick

You stretched as you stood up, letting out a little whine as you did before heading into the bedroom. You kicked off your slippers and proceeded to get changed into something comfy, picking up some of Harrys checked pyjama bottoms and one of his shirts. You then grabbed some fluffy socks, tucking the extra material of the bottoms into them, your eyes drifting to one of the few photos you and harry had displayed.

You and he had met by chance when you were rushing down the street on your way to a meeting, clashing into him. You were in such a rush you didn’t even notice who he was, just spouting a bunch of apologies, picking up your stuff and running off. You didn’t know at the time but you had captured his attention, your flustered state was adorable to him, even more so as he just so happened to be across the street at a café when you came out of your interview. Watching as you squealed in celebration not caring about the people looking at you funny, even waving awkwardly at a man saying hi as he passed before you jumped up and down excitedly again.

A few weeks later he saw you again sitting on a log as you sketched the flowers in front of you, deciding to shoot his shot and talk to you. You seemed a little weirded out by the handsome stranger approaching you but quickly relaxed into conversation, it wasn’t until the end you asked if you knew him because you found him terribly familiar. It was almost like the fates heard you as someone asked for his autograph and it all clicked, your reaction was something Harry would never forget. Once the person had left he signed one of the scraps of paper you were using to test water colours, but instead of his signature he wrote his phone number and the rest became history.

You went on simple dates, but he always got approached so you invited him to your apartment instead, or you went to his, eventually moving in together just a few weeks ago. Moving in helped, Harrys closet friends knew about you and his parents and uncles were aware of your existence even if they’d never met you but to the rest of the world Harry was a single guy. The press did get to you a little, it was so bad on one occasion you almost wanted to just reveal everything but Harry helped calm you down, reminding you of why it was a secret in the first place and you loved him even more after, he was so supportive.

Your eyes tore away from the photo and you looked around the room with your hands on your hips feeling a little bored so you snuck down the hall to see if harry was finished, catching the end of his call

“Well that’s almost time up but our team and the fans need to know, who is the mysterious person from your hotel room?” one of the interviews ask, you pop your head out to look at the computer making sure you weren’t in sight seeing the same fluffy socks you were wearing on the screen

You couldn’t help but giggle quietly, Harrys eyes flicking to you momentary trying his best not to smile at how cute you looked in his clothes “I have no idea who that was” he says coyly while his hand gestures under the table for you move into the adjoined living room if you wanted

You shuffle through the fluffy socks muffling your footsteps as the interview speculates “Rumours say you and your ex co-star Ginny Weasley are back together? Any truth to these rumours?” they prod

Harry shakes his head “No there is no truth to these, me and Gin ended on good terms but we have no intention of starting things up again” he answers honestly, eyes flicking to you smiling at him his lips can’t help but tug up

“Is there someone in the room with you?” Another voice asks snapping his eyes back to the screen

Harry chuckles “No it’s just my parents dog trying to catch its tail on my couch” he lies smirking “If that’s everything I really need to get going, thank you hosting me on your show” he smiles saying his goodbyes before ending the call and shutting the laptop

You lie back on the couch dangling your feet in the air “These little babies are famous, not bad for ASDA’s finest eh?” you giggle

Harrys stand up a fond look on his face as he walks over lifting your feet up a little more before letting them fall over his lap as he sits down “That they are” he rubs your leg “Your fashion sense is very one point” he nods to his clothes

You sit up scooting down closer so you could wrap your arms around him “It would be crime if me the world’s greatest future designer had a boyfriend with bad taste” you kiss his cheek

He hums moving your legs back towards you and gently manoeuvring you to straddle his lap before nudging his nose with yours “Now as much as I love you in this” he grips your hips “I believe I need to inspect what’s underneath”

You gasp at his directness “Mr Potter are you trying to seduce me?” your tone overdramatic

“Is it working?” he leans in lips brushing

“Maybe just a bit”

Harry tightens his grip around you as he started to wake up, distantly hearing a knock but assuming it was probably just a package and they’ll leave it at the door. That is until he hears it again, opening his eyes groggily as he checks the time on his phone and panicking as he sees the notifications form his manager, that wasn’t a delivery man that was a magazine here to tour his new place and ask him questions.

“Y/n love” he shakes you awake

You groan “Five more minutes” your grip tightens around his bare torso

Harrys heart warms at your actions hating he has to wake you “I’m so sorry love but I need to you wake up, people are here to interview me” you tense head shooting up

“They-” you hear another knock “They’re here?” you sit up not even thinking that you were nude until Harry’s starts smiling eyes drifting around 8 inches south of your face “Take a picture it’ll last longer” you start giggling but that just makes him smile more before his eyes flick back up

“I will later if you want” he suggests before there’s yet another knock “I cleaned the house last night, I just forgot about it because well…” he smiles at the memory as do you

You both get up slipping into clothes quickly “Where am I going to go?” you ask worried

He thinks for a moment as he pulls on a jumper “The studio, I moved all your stuff in there while you were in class yesterday so I’ll just say it’s a utility closet if they ask” he sees your saddened look “I’m so-” another knock “I’m so sorry love” he gives you a kiss to the forehead arms running up and down your arms

“It’s okay” you give him a smile before moving in to kiss him “It’s not forever”

The interview was going well so far, that was until he got to the bedroom “Forgive my messy bed I slept in” he says walking in, freezing as he sees your panties out in the open quickly moving to cover it up but the camera caught it even if the interviewer didn’t

“Very nice” the man nods “So what would you…” the man trails off seeing something poking out under a book on his nightstand “What is this?” he inquires pulling the piece of paper out holding it up to camera “New hobby Mr Potter?”

Harry smiles nervously, it was your sketch, your show runner sketch and it was about to go viral “Yes it’s actually one of the concepts designs for my mother’s red-carpet dress” he thinks on his feet but really that was a terrible lie

Meanwhile you watch the live interview from your studio in the next room, in a complete panic. Not only were people in the comments talking about your lacy red panties but they were also saying that Harry must be dating a designer. You were thankful you were secretive over your designs now but it also meant that when your show piece was unveiled at your show so would your relationship

A short while later Harry came in to see you almost in tears “Love” he sighs walking right up and kneeling in front of you “I’m sorry it…” you cut him off by launching yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly

“I know I just want you to hold me” you mumble into his neck, feeling him nod before his arms wrapping around you protectively hand on the back of your head

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that but when you pulled back harry wiped the tears “How about we take a couple days away from all this and think about it after?” he proposes

“I’d like that” you say quietly

Harry smiles kissing the corner of your lips “There is one other thing” you look at him expectantly “How would you like to finally meet my family?”

You sat on the counter by the window watching Harry cook, legs dangling “Don’t you want to cook that a little longer is basically raw?” you stare at the blue steak

Harry chuckles “My uncle likes his rare, don’t worry it’s perfectly safe” he reassures you as he moves to check the veggies in the oven “How longs the timer got?” he looks over at you

As you check your phone Harry realises at this angle he can see right up your dress “8 minutes 30…29 seconds” you turn back to catch him closing your legs and snapping him out of it

“Sorry love” his cheeks heat up as there’s a knock at the door “That’ll be them” he smiles quickly moving the pan off the stove and turning down the heat before moving over to you, hands on your knees “They’re gonna love you”

You nod still a little nervous “Help me down?” he nods lifting you off the counter and settling you down “Cheeky” you nudge him as he cops a feel

“Can’t help it when you wear that” he defends himself as he heads over to the door, you follow but stop a few paces before it, quickly brushing down the skirt of your dress and running your fingers through your hair

Harry barley gets the door open as his mother wraps her arms around him while you spot his father beaming at the reunion and his uncles smiling brightly behind him. You were nervous, sure Harry was a celebrity but his father and uncles were the Marauders, only the biggest rock band back in the day and still were beloved.

“Aww I’ve missed you so much” Lily says as she pulls back, finally spotting you while James, Sirius and Remus all greet Harry “Hello you must be y/n?” you nod timidly “It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much” she walks right over giving you a huge hug, one you’re more than happy to accept

Lily was so happy when she found out her son was dating you, not that his previous girlfriends weren’t lovely they were but much like you she started seeing James in secret, that was until he wrote a song about her and which she ran on stage kissing him in front of everyone. Before that moment she suffered like you since Remus and Sirius were openly dating all eyes were on James and the speculating killed her.

“Mum you’re going to crush her” Harry gently pulls his mother back letting you be greeted by the three men

James smiles at you “Hey Y/n, good to meet you” he gives you a gentle hug

“I love my godson but how he bagged a girl like you I’ll never know, Sirius Black darling” he holds out his hand which you accept bashfully

Finally, you turn to Remus “Nice to meet you, I’m Remus” he just smiles at you clearly not wanting to invade your space which was sweet

Sirius rubs his hands together “So what’s for dinner it smells great” he shrugs off his jacket, draping it over the couch as he heads into the kitchen while Remus gives you a smile before lifting the jacket and hanging it up on your coat rack, along with his own and Lily’s when James hands it to him

“Come one sweetie” Lily holds out her hand for you to take, when you do she leads you over to the table

After some more introductions and Sirius almost burning down your flat after insisting he could do this cool thing with wine, everyone in seated in a comfortable silence, digging in to the food, the silence only broken as Sirius speaks up

“So y/n, Harry tells us you’re a student?”

You nod “I’m a fashion student, final year” you take a bite of your food “I’m actually one of the two students to be selected to showcase at the show in a few weeks’ time”

“The spring show downtown?” Remus asks, an impressed smile emerging across his face as you nod shyly “Wow our friend Dorca is one of the designers”

You mouth drops “You know Dorca Meadows!” you say excitedly earning a sweet smile from the older adults in the room while Harry can’t help but think about how cute you are, his look of admiration not lost on his mother and father who turn to smile at each other

“Yeah she went to school with us” Sirius says not caring that he has a mouth full of food, swallowing before he continues “And we’ve collaborated with her wife Marlene a few times” he name drops

“Wow!” you looked astonished “I love her work and I remember sneaking out when I was 16 to see one of Marlene’s concerts too” you confess

Sirius’ smirk widens “I approve” he glances at Harry then back to you

“So, I’m assuming that was your design that went viral then?” Lily smiles at you sadly

You bite your lip “Yeah, I’ve changed the design a little bit, I’m happier with the new one though” you reassure, Lily’s hand reaching out to grasp over yours giving it a comforting squeeze

You see Remus shaking his head at his husband before Sirius speaks up again “So if that design was yours then the red panties must have been Harrys huh?” he wiggles his eyebrows at your boyfriend

You let out a little laugh as Harrys face goes red “I…umm” he chuckles nervously luckily his father has a better come back

“Says you with the pretty pink thong you had to wear for a year because you lost a bet” James reminds him, you all start giggling

Sirius just shakes his head “Don’t know what you’re laughing about darling you happened to like those very much” Sirius eyes Remus who stops laughing going a tad red himself

“S-so what day is your show we all have tickets, if you don’t mind of course” Remus stutters a little at the start before composing himself

“I’m the first show after lunch on the second day” you reply with a proud smile

Remus nods “Can we get a sneak peek, or is it top secret?” he asks, the rest nodding

“Well I can’t show you the dress since it’s not finished but…” you stand up quickly grabbing your sketch book and flicking to the page “This is one of the designs” you place the book on the table

Artwork Done by me Robynlilyback x

It was now the day of the show and you had never been more nervous in your entire life, even more so as you made the mistake of looking out behind one of the curtains and saw the swarm of people, jeez even the Malfoys were here.

You were beginning to hyperventilate when your felt someone touch your shoulder, turning around your greeted with Lily beaming at you “Hi sweetie” she pulls you in for a quick hug “Harry and the others are just getting seated, he wanted me to wish you good luck since the press won’t leave him be” she takes your hands in hers

You nod, Harry had attended every show with his family and with the design everyone assumed one of the designers must be his new girl “That’s okay can you tell him thanks for me”

“Of course” she looks over hearing the music starting signalling it was almost time but she sees your nervous look “You alright?”

You hesitate “Just nervous, I wish Harry was here…I wish he could hug me while I watch my fate be decided” you let out a shaky breath your stomach turning

Lily squeezes your hands “You know if you say the word he’ll come right?” you nod slowly “I can’t tell you what to do and you have no idea how much respect me and Jamie have for you wanting to do this by yourself” you smile at that “I also know from experience how keeping this kind of a relationship secret is hard, especially with the it being ten times worse now than it was for me with social media. Don’t let them and their opinions steal your happiness, Harry loves you, loves you more than I’ve ever seen in him and just like James he isn’t going to let anyone take you away” she gives you one last hug before you need to head to get the models in order

“Thanks Mrs…” you start but she corrects you

“Lily please” she insists

“Thanks Lily”

The show was going great, looking over the crowd and the live broadcast everyone was going wild over your designs. Finally, it was time for your showstopper, the gasp from the crowd was a good sign right? Yes, judging from the hearts and flowers on the live stream it was a very good sign and your heart fluttered as you received a text

Harry 💕: Holy shit love!

Harry 💕: The crowd loves it! Oh, and my uncle Sirius wants the skirt from the 4th model

You: Thank god

You: Yes, tell him to send me his measurements and I’ll make him one myself x

Harry 💕: Great, he says your his favourite now. I’ve been bumped x

You: Can’t blame him I am amazing as his sense of style x

Harry 💕: He says thanks and Remus is telling you to stop before his head gets too big for the ridiculous hat he’s wearing

Harry 💕: Y/n honest opinion can I pull of the hat? – Sirius x

Harry 💕: -Photo attached-

You: Yes, but only if you if you take your hair out of the bun x

Harry 💕: Thanks pup – Sirius x

Harry 💕: Me again x

You: I’m about to go on stage but afterwards you think you could meet me?

Harry 💕: Good luck love x yeah of course I’ll watch you look gorgeous on the runway then I’ll head round

Harry 💕: Love you x

You: Love you too x

You couldn’t stop smiling as you got changed into your gown, everything went perfect, the show was a success and the offers were pouring in.

You couldn’t quite reach the zip of the back of your dress but luckily Harry snuck into the dressing room “Hi love sorry had to dodge some paparazzi, funnily enough I believe they are all waiting for the newest designer on the block” he beams at you walking right up to give you a kiss, you melt into it, so much your dress slips a little “I don’t think we have time for that” he says helping you lift it back up while you giggle playfully nudging him

“Can you zip me up?” you turn around clutching the fabric at the front

Harry obliges his fingers softly tracing up your back as he zips it up, placing a kiss just behind your ear when he finishes “You look so beautiful” he shakes his head in disbelief “You know my godfathers right I can’t believe I get to call you mine”

You bite your lip holding in your smile, you loved hearing him say that, and you loved that you could call him yours as well “Harry” your hands move up to fix his tie “How would you feel walking down the carpet with me?”

His eyes shoot to your sparkling ones “You…” he breaks out in a smile “Are you sure?” you can just tell he’s been waiting for this moment

You give him a confident nod “I want the world to know I’m yours” you reach out and take his hand

He pulls you by that hand letting it go as he slithers his hands down your waist settling on your hips “And I’m yours” he leans in to give you a quick kiss as not to smudge your lipstick “Ready?” he pulls away holding out his arm

“Almost” you lift you hand up, gently wiping the little bit of lipstick from his lips and rubbing it in, the colour only enhancing his beauty “Ready” you accept his arm letting him lead you out to make your debut

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24hourssleeping · 14 days

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So, thoughts. Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

I made the first sketch of Andrea and Olivia about… I'd say nine or ten years ago? Obviously, actually making the comic came much later, starting in 2021. I hadn't considered the comic as something I'd actually make; not seriously, at least. Daydreams. Andrea and Olivia sketches were comfort doodles in a rough patch in my life. (Funny that my comfort came from nightmares.)

So fast forward to 2024, and the comic's finished! It's weird. I feel like I should feel like it ate up too much of my life, but I don't. It was just a thing I did. It's kind of nice to know that I can do something like "draw a page every day" for 3 years. (Okay, I had one hiatus.)

It doesn't really have any value; I don't have plans to try to sell it. (If I did, I'd redraw the first 200 pages because of my improvement since then.) (And then, after that 200 pages of more practice, I'd want to redraw the rest, and I'd get stuck in a loop.)

So, a big chunk of my life, and I don't regret it. I got some really nice comments, and a lot of nice people commenting. So thank you for making me feel like my time wasn't wasted. You made my three-ish years feel important.

…Also, as my first comic, this was just practice. I'll be back.

#anthro #furry #cat #bunny #rabbit #clown

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vanilla-blessing · 1 year

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qb's top 10 seasonal anime of 2022

2022 in anime was a year of many known quantities, but what really ended up sticking out were the shows few saw coming before they took the world by storm, and before we knew it, everyone was watching a guitar-playing pink blob with severe anxiety while drawing her band on every album cover ever made. 2022 was the year I watched a new Gundam for the first time, I experienced unforgettable trash gems like Pride of Orange, ESTAB-LIFE, and Extreme Hearts, and I was let down more by the wasted potential of the Biscuit Hammer anime than any anime I've ever watched, easily. All considered, this year was unusually good on average for the shows I finished, so I ended up with a glut of series I wanted to put on this list that I had to cut down for time. I would make this list longer, but you know, then it might come out in 2024.

Top 10 in order:

Cyberpunk Edgerunners - Studio TRIGGER's take on the world of Cyberpunk 2077 was an unexpected contender - it was announced so long ago I sort of forgot about it, I wasn't expecting much from the batch release of a Netflix-Trigger anime after BNA's messy release, I underestimated the potential of Cyberpunk 2077 as a setting after the very public trash fire of the video game, and it should have been overshadowed by the next thing after a quick Netflix dump in the middle of a season. Should have had its lunch eaten by the similarly edgy violent action of Chainsawman, should have been yet another failed videogame anime, but none of this stopped Cyberpunk Edgerunners from being the anime I enjoyed the most from 2022.

Bocchi the Rock - the breakout hit school band anime of 2022 was also relatively unexpected, although I at least knew it was stacked with talented animators going in, I didn't predict the sheer memetic power of the result. This series shatters the fourth wall over its knee and livens up an already pretty funny manga with demented, free-flowing gags in a particular way that wouldn't work at all without detailed and well planned sequences which come off so naturally it's hard to believe this was originally a (lightly subversive but still) 4 panel strip. The album cover redraws were the best thing to come out of Bocchi and I hope they never end.

Pop Team Epic 2 - some kind of fucked up comic strip but aoi shouta is there? I thought they promised they wouldn't make this

Mob Psycho 100 III - everything I said about the second season of the popular shonen manga adaptation but moreso, it finishes out the series in exactly the way I hoped it would. Third OP is just mad flexing. look how many hands we can draw. Episode 8 changed my life forever. knowing they nailed the landing retroactively improves the whole series for me.

Do It Yourself - original anime by studio PINE JAM, DIY is pure aesthetic hobby-ani with a mildly entertaining cast of extremely animated characters. very enjoyable but may not have enough momentum or things happening for some. soundtrack is another standout by y0c1e but at a noticeably different speed from Gleipnir and Spyce.

Kaguya-sama Love is War: Ultra Romantic - everything I said about the second season of the popular romcom manga adaptation but moreso, it reaches the climactic peak of the series in exactly the way I hoped it would. I'm still reeling from the entire rap battle episode (sub and dub), and can't believe the Starship Troopers ED was real.

My Dress Up Darling (Sono Bisque Doll wa Koi wo Suru) - excellent manga adaptation, effectively gets across the dangerously horny but strangely wholesome vibe of the series.

The Demon Girl Next Door Season 2 - everything I said about the first season of the popular magical girl romcom manga adaptation but moreso, it reaches an inflection point in the manga with exactly the same manic pacing and blatant disregard for breathing room I hoped it would. out of everything else on my list I hope the most this one gets another season, because it kind of needs it.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Witch from Mercury - original anime in the long-running GUNDAM series which is sort of like Robot Jox for kids. This is definitely the first time I've watched anything from Gundam before it was completed and I immediately regretted not having more to watch as a direct consequence. Half of my enjoyment right now is coming from experiencing it in tandem with the rest of the internet, but it's sure to hold up in retrospect as one of the best modern Gundam seasons. Look forward to a future very annoying post by me claiming g-witch ripped off Granbelm.

Call of the Night - another above and beyond manga adaptation, probably the anime OP of the year. It strongly intensified my longing for studio SHAFT to not be dead anymore.

Assorted Shoutouts

Going by rating number scale rules, Chainsawman and Spy X Family should be here, but I'm not going by rating, I'm going by what I feel deserves more attention. those anime already have too much recognition.

The Executioner and Her Way of Life (Shokei Shoujo no Virgin Road) - If you asked me what the most hidden gem is from 2022, this is what I would answer immediately. Irresponsibly complicated and unusual take on the hated isekai genre in the most disrespectful way possible, twisting anything familiar about that tired setting into an unrecognizable pretzel shape. Recommending this is a challenge, because the less I explain the better it is, but nobody would want to watch this on its face. Everyone should watch it though.

Ya Boy Kongming - banger soundtrack and some eye-popping color choice elevates this manga adaptation from average to a certified Cool Time.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: STONE OCEAN - My favorite (not best) Jojo part, the anime greatly improves the readability of the last third from the manga. Tokyo Mew Mew New - It's almost comforting how little they tried to update the love triangle of incredibly shit boyfriends in this remarkably normal magical girl anime reboot. I pleaded for someone to make a normal regular magical girl anime reboot and they delivered something totally acceptable.

Reiwa Di Gi Charat - Dejiko drags society kicking and screaming into the Reiwa era. This is the anime of all time of 1999, 2022 and 2023.

qb - friend of the no show (@queuebae on twitter still, unfortunately)

#2022 anime list #vanilla blessing #puraore #reiwadigicharat #bocchi za rokku #mob psycho 100 #dejiko

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Drop your Pokemon thoughts! OC, fave Pokemon, fave region, fave characters! Anything pal

(Pokemon has me on chokehold, every update they will drag me back to the rabbit hole)

Wow calm down buddy, I am still very new to pokemon XD

I think I mentioned, but Decidueye is my fave for no other reason other than he was my first pokemon in Unite and I loved his design, he's my baby

Idk much about regions and stuff like that though, the little I know of it would have to be Alola for fashion alone, I'm more of the type to use loose clothes for warm weather because I'm Brazilian and where I grew up in is a fucking desert lmao so it reminds me a little of home

For characters...sorry I don't have any :( again, I'm new still

I wasn't allowed to indulge in pokemon, I've only watched a handful of episodes that would, by chance, air during the time I stayed at my grandma on Saturdays where I had no restrictions on the TV

I dont remember anyone's name besides Ash's lol, so even if I did have a fave, I wouldn't be able to tell the names. Tho I think I did like that one girl, I think she was a princess? Sorta? She has a Dino looking pokemon too and had big, purple hair. I also likes the red haired girl, she was funny.

I do have other fave pokemons tho, Snivy was the first pokemon I became obsessed with, when I saw their design I was in LOVE. I remember googling up images of them to trace or try to redraw, and I drew it so many times so that when I went to school I could draw it by memory. One of the boys, who was sorta ostracised cuz of his disability, saw me drawing in the corner of the classroom during recess. I tried to keep this interest hidden cuz my mom didn't allow it and would get mad in me indulging on it, so I panicked when he asked what I was drawing and I tried to hide it, but he was really cool about it and was also really kind, with how aggressive he could be, I never connected with someone more than I did then. He told me fun facts and started to explain things I never once understood but listened to it anyone cuz I loved the pokemon.

Another one was from this other boy, I started to be more open about my interest of pokemon but still hid it from my mom, idk how we started talking but eventually said boy gave me one of his pokemon cards. It was jiggly Puff. He said that since girls usually liked cute, pink stuff, that I would like this one (and he was absolutely right cuz altho I was treated as a tomboy during that time, I love pink, cute stuff and the girliest of girls stuff, hell, I still tend to go for pokemon by apperance XD).

I cherished it so much until my mom found it, she told me to give it back to the boy and I begrudgingly did so but he insisted I kept it cuz "if I liked it, I should keep it, just hide it from your mom"

She found it again but this time I tried to convince her to keep it bu saying one of its ability is to sing you to sleep, after that, whenever we stayed up late, she'd tell us she'd pull out the "pink ball" to make us go to bed XD

During our haste to move countries, a lot of my stuff got thrown into a shed and I havent found that card since :( I'm a little sad I didn't take it with me now in hindsight, but yeah, I hope I'll find it again one day but there is little chances of that happening considering the mess I was greeted to when I went back to collect some stuff after years

My friend did find the exact card I had tho, it was this one

As for OCs...well, I only have my persona who I already made a post about here and...that's about it so far XD

Also! Please do not be shy go info dump bout pokemon! I'd love to have more people to talk about pokemon! I wanna do more stuff, find people to roleplay with ocs, etc. Etc. Pokenon has been eating my brain away and i only got a handful (barely that) of people I can turn to vkskskak

#salty rants #salty answers #pokemon #PLS DONT STOP WITH THE ASK BOX #i like #love it being spammed #ask box

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reidak-artcreature · 1 year

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Coral & the Cook annual redraw

Redrawing the same piece every year since 2019 to see my progress.

2019

The sketch that started it all. It was a mindless doodle made in class back in november 2019. I'd just started drawing again, and it shows. Proportions and anatomy weren't a thing for me back then. And those eyes are going to haunt my dreams forever.

I did forget completely about this after drawing it. Just two nameless character concepts that would never be drawn again.

2020

2020 came and I discovered Mermay. Somehow I remembered the sketch and I decided to make a full color illustration with the concept.

I did improve a lot in those few months. Hands are not as bad as they could have been. Well, hand is not as bad as it could have been. Mermaid is completely missing an arm. Dude's eyes got better, but anatomy is pretty wonky still. I didn't give any thought to the clothes, I just wanted to cover the parts I wasn't to sure about. Background is just a mess, and someone should have taken the airbrush away from me.

Characters started getting a bit of backstory, but not too much. Just that the dude found an injured mermaid mermaid. Still no names.

2021

Decided to make it into an annual thing to redraw that piece. Coral got her name and got warmer colors. Dude got a name I forgot next day and became a pirate and a cook.

This time I started using references, none for the background though. I went a lot more expermental with the lighting, and it doesn't look too bad. Clothes still exist almost only to cover the parts I wasn't too sure about, but they are getting better. Anatomy and proportions have gotten a lot better too, Coral has at least one arm now.

Backgrond is lineless because it looked weird with the lineart. It still looks weird. Specially because the world seems to end behind the isle? Where the heck is the horizon?

2022

Sebastian finally got his name! And another complete change of outfit. Coral ended up being a clownfish. It wasn't on purpose to make the little mermaid that gets lost into a clownfish, but the colors fit her.

Decided to change the pose a bit, and, being the resposible artist that I am, I didn't use the clothing to hide the parts I wasn't sure about. That was past me. I used a rock.

Anatomy got a bit better. Specially faces and torso. But those hands are horrible. Coral's are almost non existant. The world doesn't end after the island thankfully. The rocks are quite funny looking, and the sky is not too bad for the first time doing something like that.

I abslutely hate Sebastian's color scheme. I just placed random stuff and hoped it worked. I also was too scared to do propper lighting for some reason.

2023

#mermay #art #digital art #ocs #illustration #-Coral #-Sebastian #fantasy #art progress

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the-breloominati · 4 years

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was looking through some of my older art and found smth im actually pretty proud of

uhhhhhh dont mind the spine I know its not the best

also decided to mess around with some filters here :3

#blood #blood tw #gore #gore tw #body horror tw #if every second of every day i must bare even the deepest essence of my soul to you; i cannot and can never be free #funny story about this actually #i drew this for an assinment in my english class a few years ago and uhh #part of that assignment was an essay.......#never did it ( ._.)#and i guess why this sticks out so much to me is cause i'd already wanted to draw something like it anyway #cause one day i was laying in bed and was like 'yknow i should draw a crucified skeleton thatd be really neat actually'#and the assignment i got was kind-of an excuse and a motivator to draw this #so the skeleton is actually *supposed* to be crucified but i didnt want to draw it too small and kinda ran out of room #also ran out of time cause im bad with time management but yknow thats me lol #probably gonna redraw this at some point #also this is probably just a me seeking validation thing but #i also *really* wanted the teacher to put it up on their wall and they did and yall cannot *believe* how good that felt #like a whole other aspect of this piece is just me wanting to draw something that will look good on a wall #oh hey look it my art tag

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What is 616!Peter’s dressing sense like? Like he’s not into fashion, of course, but is he hopeless? Or average? Well dressed?

This is an interesting question I think in part because I feel like Marvel artists have, as of late, not considered the most important thing you can consider when thinking of Peter Parker in civvies: Does this outfit cover the spider-suit?

I threw this together ages ago, and it's a small sampling of my favorites, but this is a pretty classic Peter look -- a black turtleneck and jacket and boots. It's a good style choice because it's flattering, and you can mix up things like patterns on the turtleneck or the jacket, it's pretty timeless as styles go, and more importantly it covers the entire spider-suit, from the high neck down to the boots and long pants covering any potential little ankle flashes.

Like, I think it's pretty clear that Peter as a character doesn't -- and shouldn't -- particularly care about clothes. This isn't to say he dresses like a total slob, or that he doesn't know how to dress for a situation, just that fashion on its own doesn't interest him, which is pretty funny considering he dates clotheshorses almost exclusively. (MJ the fashion model, Felicia the high society thief, and Gwen has a Definite Look in the '60s.) So what's going to be important to him are, I think, two things -- the durability of his clothes (because he's not going to be buying new ones every few months) and the function of them (can he wear the suit under them). He also wore a lot of suits and collared shirts in the '60s and '70s, which I think is partly indicative of the time period -- it's hard to talk about fashion in comics without breaking things down by publishing decade -- but also of how the character at that point in time is literally more buttoned up. Later, as time goes on, he kind of relaxes into more athleisure wear -- there's some cute panels of him and MJ in matching workout clothes.

(Web of Spider-Man #67) But I think that's really more of an at-home look for the character, and again clearly not something he can wear the suit under. It always annoys me when there's redraws of older panels and Peter's wearing short sleeves in them! You saw this a little bit in Ottley's art for Spencer's run where there were a couple key '70s scenes redrawn.

(ASM #105/ASM v5 #30) Taking the yellow turtleneck and changing it into a blue short sleeve button down is just SUCH a boring choice. Also there's some big expression problems here, but that's another post -- taking Peter and Flash from genuinely happy and bemused respectively to kind of lukewarm scowling at each other is also just boring from a characterization standpoint.

(ASM #121/ASM v5 #31) At least the sleeves are longer here, but the crew neck and ditching the jacket doesn't really work for me in terms of style updates. (Not to mention all the personality has been completely drained out of Peter's face, totally changing the tone of this confrontation with Norman.) I think for Peter it's fine to kind of keep him, stylewise, in a previous decade, to kind of visually indicate that the character was raised by older people and to kind of set him apart from his contemporaries. He should be a little weird and offbeat, and at the same time he should be timeless -- this is a character who has held public attention for sixty years, and I think attempts to update or modernize him in either personality or appearance make him lose that magic.

So I would personally say he's average, mostly because he doesn't especially care about fashion especially in comparison to function, but that he has a classic look, and he can look good and style forward when his supermodel girlfriend/wife/best friend is dressing him up.

(ASM #311) Granted, style is in the eye of the beholder.

I guess the only other thing I would add is that the man LOVES a bathrobe.

(Web of Spider-Man #93) I'm not kidding when I say over the years he's been drawn in at least 30 distinct different bathrobes. Stop buying so many bathrobes.

#peter parker #marvel comics #*replies #long post/#traincat talks comics

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scripts4dreamers · 4 years

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Not Your Hero. chapter 5.

Prologue, Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three, Chapter four,

AN: Let The Games Begin.

Characters: Finnick Odair, Coriolanus Snow, Mags Flanagan

Pairings: Finnick x reader

Spoiler(s): None

Warning(s): Mentions of blood, death, murder, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, psychological manipulation, intimidation, sexual harassment

Prompt/Inspiration: Cringe - Matt Maeson

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By the time you made it back to the tribute center, you’d stopped crying and had instead gone numb. You’d taken your shoes off at some point. Your feet were cold. You sniffed, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand and remembered, too late, the make up you’d been wearing.

“Fuck,” you said, without any real emotion as you took in the black smudge-marks on your hand, “that’s annoying.”

You weren’t surprised to find Finnick in your living room when you opened the door to your suite. When your client had first started to pull you away, you’d panicked and searched for Finnick with your eyes, but you never found him. Now, some part of you was grateful for that.

He looked a mess. His blazer was flung haphazardly over one end of the couch, his bowtie was loose, the sleeves of his shirt were dirty and rolled up past his elbows and his auburn locks were sticking up in all directions, like he’d been carding his fingers through his hair. He was watching a recap of the tribute parade on television but, when the door clicked into place, he whipped around. His eyes met yours and, as soon as they did, as soon as you saw the care there, the fear and tenderness all swirling together in the eyes of someone you trusted so much, you broke.

You pressed a hand to your mouth, tears spilling over your cheeks in a rush as sobs threatened to tear themselves free from your throat. In a second Finnick had leapt over the back of the couch and was in front of you, his arms half outstretched, like he wasn’t sure whether or not he could-

You launched yourself into his arms, collapsing against his body and letting him engulf you in a firm embrace. He smelled like vanilla and bourbon, and something cool and wild, like the ocean and you clung to that like a life raft, letting it flood your senses and block out everything else. Finnick held you like you were something precious, letting you cry into his shoulder while he stroked your hair and whispered comforting words into your ear. It was so gentle, so loving and tender that it made you feel painfully fragile, like you might shatter into a million little pieces at any second. Part of you wanted to pull away and hide, to push Finnick out and never let anyone touch you ever again. The other part thought that, if Finnick ever stopped touching you, you might die.

“I’m okay,” you eventually sniffed, your voice thick with tears and muffled by Finnick’s shirt.

“No you’re not,” he replied, squeezing you tighter, “I know you’re not.”

“I am,” you insisted, pulling away slightly to look Finnick in the eye, “I mean, I’m not but, the worst is over now, right? It’s done, I don’t have to be afraid of it happening anymore because it’s already happened.”

Finnick looked concerned, like he was fighting the urge to argue, but eventually he nodded.

He reached out and brushed your hair out of your face, making you shiver, “Come on, you should get cleaned up.”

For a moment you panicked. The thought of being alone with your thoughts suddenly so overwhelming that your heart froze but, as Finnick gently took your hand and led you down the hall, you realised what he’d meant. Finnick Odair had no intention of leaving you on your own, he wanted to take care of you. Without so much as a word, he washed your face, combed out your hair and put your shoes back in your closet. He waited outside while you showered, scrubbing yourself clean more times than you needed to because you couldn’t escape the feeling that you’d missed a spot. When you were clean and wrapped in a bathrobe, he helped you pick some pyjamas, three sizes too big with long sleeves and long pants and, while you changed, picked up the dress you’d stepped out of and took it away, putting it somewhere where you’d never have to look at it again.

By the time he got back, you felt almost like yourself again, or more accurately, like someone who could be you, given time. You’d slipped into bed and were sitting up against the headboard, staring into space and trying to convince yourself that it was time to sleep. Finnick, still without speaking, clambered in on the other side and shifted so that his side was pressed against yours. You snuggled into him, resting your head on his shoulder and letting him wrap an arm around your waist. It was comforting and warm and safe with Finnick, the kind of safe you couldn’t remember feeling since the games and you thanked your lucky stars that you’d met him when you did.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Finnick asked.

You shook your head, “Not really. I think you can probably imagine what happened.”

“Thadius?”

“No, some banker’s son named Proculos. He said he liked my hair.” you explained.

Finnick nodded, “I’ve met him. He’s a prat.”

“He is a bit,” you agreed, “but at least he’s too stupid to be mean.”

Finnick chuckled, even though nothing about the situation was funny, and gave you a gentle squeeze as you lapsed into comfortable silence.

“Thank you, by the way,” you eventually said, “for being here.”

Finnick smiled to himself, “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

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From there, life took on a strange kind of normalcy. Most of your time was spent coming up with strategies for your tributes or watching past games and taking notes. You hung out with the other victors in the sponsor rooms, made connections, charmed people, did interviews. You never talked about what happened with your clients and Finnick never asked you to, but he did watch you a little more intently than before, searching for any signs of distress. On his part, Finnick felt like he was being ripped in half. Every second spent worrying about you was a second he wasn’t spending on Annie and, every second he spent with Annie was a second not looking out for you.

How had this happened? How had Finnick Odair, king of the capitol, known bachelor and playboy, become so deeply entangled in the lives of the people around him?

“Hey, you,” you greeted, breathing heavily as you took a seat next to Finnick, “why the long face?”

You looked incredible, Finnick noticed with his usual pang of annoyance, with your hair pulled off your face and tight fitting training gear on. You’d taken Gloss up on his offer to train you in your free time, building up your strength and endurance with the fiery determination that Finnick had always admired in you so much. It was working too. In the few days it’d been happening, Finnick could already see the beginnings of real improvement. It made him absurdly proud.

“Annie.” He explained, “She’s not getting the buzz she needs from sponsors.”

“There’s still time,” you assured him, “and maybe when the training scores come out-”

Finnick cut you off, shaking his head sadly, “She won’t get higher than an eight.”

“An eight is good!”

“An eight is standard,” Finnick corrected, “at least for us it is.”

“I’d pay someone to give Adam an eight,” you sighed, “right now I’m expecting a five or six.”

Finnick cursed his own insensitivity, “Sorry, Y/N. No one really cares about the training score anyway, unless it’s super high or unreasonably low. They’re not really an indication of how well he’ll do.”

You shrugged, drinking deep from the water bottle you were holding, “I know,” you replied, “I only got a five on my year and look at me now.”

“Exactly,” Finnick smiled, “but for careers…”

“You’ve got to be better than good to stand out,” you commiserated.

“Yup.”

You opened your mouth to say something but, before you could, Gloss called you over. You shot Finnick one last sympathetic look and stood to leave.

“I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” you called.

Finnick nodded, pushing down his disappointment, “Yeah, of course.”

“Good,” you smiled.

And, just like that, you were gone, leaving Finnick with his thoughts. He knew he was moping, that there were surely better ways for him to be spending his time than sitting around feeling sorry for himself but, as he watched you and Gloss training in the distance, he couldn’t muster up the energy to do any of it. Without meaning to, he let his mind drift back to that first, horrible night when you’d broken down in his arms.

Never in his life had Finnick been so filled with rage. Not when he was reaped, not when his parents had died, never. That night, for the first time, Finnick had understood the desire to cause pain and fear in another human being. He hadn’t wanted to kill the person who’d touched you, he’d wanted to destroy them, to slowly cut away little pieces of them, one by one, until nothing was left but the raw, ugly, corrupted heart of them. He wanted to make them so afraid, wanted them to feel the pain they’d caused so acutely that they begged for death. Only then did he want to kill them.

It was a terrifying feeling, knowing that that monster lay inside of him somewhere, that it could come out at any time and do something terrible to the people he loved. How could a man be capable of such thoughts, such passionate hatred and such tender care? How could a man be both, without the two sides tearing one another apart?

Despite popular belief, Finnick wasn’t actually an idiot, he knew it was because of you. He knew he cared about you more than he should and his feelings were just a reflection of that but, nevertheless, it made him deeply uncomfortable. That’s why he’d decided to keep his distance a little, put some space between the two of you, redraw those lines separating friendship from more that had become so blurry. It was harder than he’d thought it would be. You were just so...you all the time, and he wanted to be around that every single day. But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. For both of your sakes, it would be better if he wasn’t. He had other obligations after all, other responsibilities. Annie needed him focussed.

He remembered the look on her face when she stepped on the train like it was yesterday, all wide eyes and abject terror.

“This is insane,” she muttered, “Fin, what’s going on? How is this happening?”

He shook his head, still reeling from the shock himself, and pulled her into a rough hug. His ears were ringing, his fingers were numb, everything around him felt like it was happening in slow motion. Annie? Why Annie? She’d never taken out tesserae, she wasn’t a star pupil at the academy... It didn’t make sense. Why had no one volunteered? Why had she ended up alone on that stage?

It’s because of you, the voice in his head whispered, it’s because of you. You did this, you doomed her. Because of course it had been rigged. There was no way that, in all of district four, Annie Cresta, known associate of Finnick Odair, could be picked randomly for the Hunger Games. It couldn’t happen. This had to be some sort of message from Snow.

Which meant, Finnick realised with growing horror and dread, that it was his fault. She was here, sentenced to die, because of him. Shame wasn’t a strong enough word for what he felt.

He pushed himself up and made his way back to the elevator, determined to get some work done before the event that evening. Finnick could hear your voice echoing against the walls and, for a second, he considered just staying for a little longer. He’d almost decided that he would stay when the elevator door closed behind him and Finnick was reminded, once again, that he was alone. With a sigh, he pressed the button for the fourth floor. He felt like he was making the right decision, but why did it have to be so hard?

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When the big day came you felt woefully unprepared. Ever since the victory tour you’d spent every free second trying to make sense of this moment. The start of the games. The first day. Everyone told you that the first one was the worst that, as the years went by, it would get easier. It was meant to be comforting but, to you, it had always sounded more like a threat.

You took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly through your mouth as the hands of the clock ticked on, bringing you closer and closer to the moment of truth. You were vaguely aware of the other mentors flitting around the large viewing room but they were like flies or little birds; pretty, but ultimately distant and unimportant when compared to the screen in front of you. You cracked your knuckles. It should be starting soon. Where was Adam right now? You wondered. Was he in the loading bay? Did he have his tracker in? Had his stylist helped him into his clothes already? Surely she must have. Your eyes flicked to the clock. Yes, by now he would be dressed and ready, maybe even already in the tube. What did they have in store for him?

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you swallowed hard past the lump in your throat. Arketia was explaining what to expect and you were trying to listen, you really were, but your eyes kept being pulled towards the glass ascension tube in the corner of the room. It was like a magnet, pulling you closer and closer to death with every passing second and there was nothing you could do but stare.

A rough hand under your chin pulled you back to the present.

“Focus!” Arketia insisted forcefully, “I’m trying to save your life here you silly girl.”

You winced as her grip dug into your chin, but nodded, recognising the sincerity in your stylist’s eyes.

“Sorry.”

Her gaze softened and she let go, gesturing to the outfit in front of you again, “Like I was saying; this is all cotton or some other lightweight fabric designed to breathe,” she explained, “except for the jacket. That means hot days and cold nights, you understand?”

“Yes,” you answered, looking over the beige and khaki outfit with a growing sense of dread.

“I would bet on it being some sort of desert,” she continued, “like a savannah or veld land.”

Your bottom lip trembled with the effort to stop yourself from crying, and you could feel the tube pulling your gaze, but you resisted. Arketia was trying to help. And, some part of you pointed out, this might be the last friendly interaction you would ever have.

“If it is, you have to find water, and soon,” she told you, a sort of desperation in her eyes, like she was trying to burn the information into your brain with only her gaze, “you’ll lose a lot in those high temperatures, more than you expect. And it’ll get extremely cold as soon as the sun goes down, so try to find somewhere sheltered to sleep, alright?”

You nodded, biting back a comment about how that was fairly general advice and letting her help you strip out of your fancy capitol clothes. All too soon you were dressed, and all you could do was wait together, sipping on bottles of water like they were a lifeline and letting your anxiety creep up and up and up and up.

“Jesus Christ, you’re really not listening to me, are you?” A voice questioned, snapping you out of your reverie with a jump.

Finnick collapsed onto the couch next to you, his perfectly sculpted face the picture of calm. You could see the tension he was holding in his body though, in the way he held his shoulders and fists. As you examined him further you could see the signs of sleepless nights in his face too. You smiled weakly.

“You look wrecked,” you teased, “your stylist didn’t have something to cover up those designer eye bags?” You asked, poking his cheek with your finger.

He laughed, moving his head away from your prodding, “Hey! Who asked you, kid? It’s rude to pick on me in these trying times.”

You scrunched up your nose, “Oh come on, you know you look perfect as usual. I pick on you purely out of jealousy.”

The banter was light hearted and joking but you both knew that it was nothing more than a smokescreen, a comforting exchange that kept you both from spiralling into uncontrollable panic and fear.

“Aww, Y/N/N,” he replied, the smile not quite reaching his eyes, “you’ve got nothing to be jealous of, kid.”

You flushed but, before you could answer, the anthem rang through the crowded room, silencing everyone and drawing their eyes towards the screens. You felt Finnick tense up beside you but you were frozen in place. Your heart was pounding in your ears as the cold hand of dread gripped your heart. For a moment, as the screens came to life, all you saw was the savannah, the miles and miles of brush and sand and the blistering sun, and the cornucopia; blindingly bright in the sun. And you were right back in it. Only the faint brushing of Finnick’s knee against yours pulled you back. You took another deep breath.

“I can do this,” you promised yourself, “I can do this.”

And with that, you pushed your panic deep down into the recesses of your mind and focused on the scene before you. You heard Finnick sigh with relief, and a few quiet sounds of celebration from the other mentors and you couldn’t help but agree, feeling the knot of worry in your chest loosen slightly. The arena was green, with sloping hills creating a sort of river basin and a towering wall of concrete and cement in the distance that looked like a dam. That fact, in particular, made you smile. Your district was full of dams, they were how you generated power and, even if the dam in the arena was unhelpful, you knew the sight of it would give your tributes some comfort the same way the river would for the tributes of district four. James caught your eye and gave you a brisk nod.

You heard the booming voice of Claudius Templesmith as he announced the start of the games, and the roaring cheer and excitement of the crowds of thousands of Capitol citizens who had gathered in the outside viewing areas. It made a rush of bile rise up in your throat.

The countdown began and, instinctively, you reached out and grabbed Finnick’s hand, squeezing tight as your eyes finally found Adam.

“3….2….1,” the robotic voice called.

“And so it begins,” Finnick said softly.

You nodded, “And so it begins.”

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@i-love-you-green , @heatherhollowayst

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soyouareandrewdobson · 3 years

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Dobbear! SYAC: The Master Review 6

I am so going to ruin someone’s childhood with that now, but...

guys, it had to be done!

Dashing and daring…

Courageous and caring!

Faithful and friendly…

With stories to share!

Doesn’t at all apply to this one artist…

Lesbian obsessed and each nerddom’s nightmare!

Dobby BEAR!

Whinning here and there and everywhere!

Making claims that are beyond compare…

This is our Dobby-Bear!

Yeah, if you can’t guess, around now is the time I am going to put down the kids gloves and will really dig into why SYAC is garbage. And a huge factor into this, is in part Dobson’s self insert past 2012.

The existence of the blue bear as Dobson officially calls it (or Dobbear as most people call it) is in my opinion rather baffling already in terms of design choices.

I get e.g. that Dobson wanted to distance himself of his past humanoid self inserts as much as possible. But why of all things a bear?

The fact I am focused on that may sound weird, but hear me out for a bit. For starters, I know that Dobson likes western animation. And seeing how western animation has for the longest time been dominated by anthropomorphic animals, I can understand why he would redesign himself as a funny cartoon animal.

But there are at least three things that feel weird about it. First, Dobson had made it clear in the past that he hates furries. So him actually redesigning himself as an anthropomorphic animal is kinda weird

In fact, Dobson himself acknowledges that realization in one of his strips shortly after his fursona took over.

Second, of all the animals to choose from, why a bear? This question is in so far valid, as that bears are not necessarily one of the first to go animals, furries or western animators tend to go for when designing an anthro. And before any furries or anthro enthusiasts are calling me a hater, let me make one thing clear: I like anthropomorphic cartoon and comic characters too, and am okay with most furries. As long as you don’t have a diaper fetish, are a pedophile or hurt actual animals, you can do and enjoy whatever you like.

But I am also aware enough of furry culture to know, that bear based anthros are most of the time hyper sexualized and muscular, connecting them to how the term “bear” is used in real life gay culture. Which is okay, I think it is just a funny coincidence that Dobson choose an animal, that most furries associate with a life style that Dobson is deeply afraid of, even if he claims to be an LGBT ally.

And as stated earlier, bears are not necessarily the go to animals for animators.

Don’t get me wrong, we all know some cartoon bears like Winnie the Pooh, Yogi Bear, Poh and the main cast of TaleSpin (btw, Kit Cloudkicker fan for life). But lets be honest here; ducks, mice, rabbits, canines, felines, equines and any other “easily to domesticate” animal in the real world tends to make better for easily recognizable cartoon characters than something that can reach a size of 3 meters tops and weigh over 500 pounds.

Truth be told, the pool of cartoon bears is so small, these are the first two things that came to my mind when thinking what may have inspired the Dobbear

And wouldn’t you know? According to Dobson, the Carebears were supposedly the main inspiration for his design.

Unfortunately, this is also more or less the most I could find of Dobson addressing what went into the creation of the character.

Which kinda brings me also to the third issue as why I think the bear redesign is weird; It is too sudden.

One day Dobson draws himself as a shaved 20 something, the next day he is a fedora wearing Carebear clone, likely created and then rejected by Care Bear villain No Heart, as part of a plot to create a mole when conquering Care-A-Lot.

… and now I need to reevaluate my choices in life, that I was able to make such an elaborate Carebear joke.

It is just a change of design that in my opinion should have been addressed either outside of the comic or in context of it. Which it kinda is, but isn’t.

See, this is the first strip with the blue bear

And then only 13 strips or so later in something called “Continuity” is Dobson more or less willing to address the change…

And he does so in a passive aggressive manner, with Persistent Pam as a stand in for those asking him what is going on, while Dobson just dismissively continues working.

On one hand, you can argue that this is just the joke. The change happened, don’t bother with it, just enjoy what is still to come. And you know, I don’t want to make a rope out of everything Dobson ever posted, including that comic.

But then you have also to account for the fact, that Dobson would eventually associate himself with the blue bear so much, he made him his avatar and icon for his comics and online accounts. In fact, that one comic I posted WAY BACK in the first Master post of Dobson reminiscing how he started SYAC?

For reasons that are a bit confusing to me, he redrew himself (badly I have to add) as the blue bear in one of his earliest strips ever. The one where he belittles the manga fangirl for drawing manga. So I have to ask, what is going on here? Has Dobson increasingly decided to reset his past? Does he want to destroy any traces of his “human” self in his work to create the illusion to any new readers, that he never was as controversial of a person as he was and that there never was a need for him to reimagine and reinvent himself? Is this 1984? And how many of you realize that this paragraph is just me going conspiracy nuts for the sake of entertainment?

But still, it is kinda weird that he went to the bother of redrawing his human self in that one background sketch as a bear. Plus, I honestly think Dobson never even attempting to “explain” the change in the pages of his comics is a wasted opportunity for some decent jokes. Like every time Dobson tries to explain why he is a bear now, something interrupts him or we only get fragments of a story that if we put them together would be as ridiculous as the entirety of “Trapped in the Closet”.

I mean, the dumbest joke idea I have in mind is that Dobson went to build a bear to get a present for a family member. Instead he was build into a bear and later on successfully sued the company, which explains why he can afford to live despite not really working on comics anymore but lecture people badly about the evils of nerd culture.

So yeah, three major things about the design choice that more or less confuse me.

But here is the thing: Confusion is nothing compared to feeling genuine disdain for the design at hand. And compared to Dobson’s earlier human designs, Dobbear is just utterly unlikable.

A lot of that boils down to the following three facts:

1. From a certain point in time on (which I will cover in more detail later on) Dobson uses his bearsona primarily as a soapboxing mouth piece to talk about “politics” in nerd culture. Or at least what Dobson perceives as politics, coming off like a condescending jackass who believes among other things that white people are inherently incapable to identify with black people…

… or that comic book shops have radicalized nerd culture, essentially calling them terror cells.

Which btw are so inherently offensive to me, I promise I will cover these two separately. One even sooner than the other.

2. If Dobbear is not talking about politics, he will tend to be a smug asshole to other people (most of the time strawmen) or their interests in one way or another. Being e.g. used by Dobson to express his disdain for criticism…

or to mock legit criticism he had gotten by exaggerating things.

All while also tending to make his critics look like inherent assholes.

These two facts, combined with Dobson’s average erratic behavior online on platforms such as dA, twitter and tumblr over the years, pretty much assured such a close association between the two, that a separation between artist and creation was not possible anymore, condemning them.

And for the record; Dobson was always a bit of a whinner who liked to act as if he was a better nerd than the average comic book fan. Otherwise, we would have not e.g. gotten Danny and Spot out of it.

But as the years went by in the last decade, Dobson turned from someone in his mid 20s, desperate to be seen as a “quirky” and likable internet persona (like certain internet reviewers), into a virtue signaling, lesbian obsessed asshole who likely regrets his life choices.

… Like certain internet reviewers.

But seriously, Dobson turned into someone who would flip the lid at something as ridiculous as Cheeto flavored chicken fries…

While also being just the worst type of condescending nerd….

All while losing his mind about politics. Especially after Donald Trump became president

And just as Dobson became a radicalized left winged jackass who saw politics in everything he consumed, so did by default Dobbear, because Dobbear was not a character with his own personality, but a mouth piece.

Something I am about to get into detail in the near future. But till then, I want to cover in the next post the following third and final fact about Dobbear that really makes him unlikable to me: The fact he can’t be happy.

#syac #Andrew Dobson #dobbear #tom preston #so...you are a cartoonist #review #master review #webcomic #comics

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procrastinationonvacation · 3 years

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Whiskey/wine drinking buddies with Sauron is the best image I could have of Thuringwethil! Could I now beg some opinions on Finrod, just generally and his relationships with all his various friends?

- Captain Anon

Hi! hope you’re doing well and thanks so much for the asks!!!!

Finrod is the Kindest most amazing child and I love him very much. The following part is about him being Happy. (We are ignoring sad things until the End, or possibly for the void to consume.)

Captain, ‘all his various friends’ is a very dangerous phrase, he has more friends than Maedhros has names because to him everyone/thing is friend shaped. (continues under cut)

We’ve discussed that lovely finwean invincibility and “the only thing that can stop me is god, and even then I only listen to them when they agree with me.” (though I’d revise to add that Indis may be an occasional exception because she’s helped him commit so many Crimes) I believe Finrod’s comes out in the sheer confidence that people will like him and be on his side. I think in the beginning he was also a very sunny and optimistic person (erodes over time but shh we aren’t talking about the sad)

I also think his moral compass is linked on personal loyalties as opposed to a cause. Obvs this shows up when he’s helping Beren but also when he goes to middle earth (I think he goes bc friends, not belief in Feanor but I might be wrong).

ok specific friends:

Listen idk with whom, but he was definitely buddy buddies with some of the dwarves of the Blue Mountains bc there’s no way he spent however long making a custom cave fortress and also exchanging gems + fancy necklaces and Didn’t.

It’s really funny to me that he’s also one of the first points of contact for men as well. Like Finrod really seems to be going around pioneering the diplomatic relationships among the races.

I believe he would also be close with Maedhros and with Fingon because it says that the three of them often met to take council or whatever, and honestly? all three seem like very social and agreeable people and I can’t imagine them not getting along after having to sit in court, or wherever eldest sons sit during official things, and *not* becoming friends.

Andreth would also be close friends with our boy, I think Aegnor probably showed up at Finrod’s house like “hey wtf do I do with this” and then separately after some meeting or something, Andreth showed up like “hey wtf do I do with this” and yeah sure, they had some nice philosophical discussions as per recorded history but I am Convinced they were a set of friends who just made up really weird ideas for fun. (ex: finding out what branch of government you’d be elected to in order to redraw the Buffalo city country lines in the shape of a buffalo)

Curufin I’ve already talked about, but again I think they were fairly close because they’d end up on the same sorts of trips, and I think Finrod’s generally disarming demeanor would cause Curufin to be a little less… uh… snappy, because Finrod’s not really the type for hidden agendas, being more devoted to the ppl he cares about than to any particular mission.

Y’all I Cannot express how upset the post Dagor Bragollach field makes me. He’s lost his brothers, he’s got a nephew who’s just lost their parents, Celegorm and Curufin have shown up, his city is in considerable danger for the first time, his brother’s human gf has also presumably died in it, like all together not a fun year. Then we kill his uncle, then we kill his new human bestie Barahir, then freaking Beren shows up with the ring he’d given Barahir trying to get the Stupid gems his brothers just got killed over, and THEN his own COUSINS turn his city against him. Like JESUS what a decade.

oh he also gets captured and killed my sauron but hey at this point…

Anyways, I think the reason he isn’t harsher to Celegorm and Curufin is because he’s just lost a lot of people who were really close to him, and that Belief that good things will happen for good people is really fading away. And I think he has to have wondered if the Cs were right, if his ‘heart on the sleeve’ leadership was what they needed or if it was strong military with Compromises that would get them through. (this isn’t phrased well, but I think you know what I mean)

Also there’s something about him and Fingolfin that like…. going off to challenge a god… one in despair for the people he’s lost and the other in loyalty for the few he has left…

both being honored martyrs who's graves remain untouched by evil, but in the end made the irresponsible decision to leave their kingdoms?

unrelated but I think we should appreciate every family has had their turn fighting a god: Finwe himself, Fingolfin for his house, Finrod for the Arafinweans, Celebrimbor for the feanorians

Anyways, hope that’s what you were looking for!! Thanks so much for the ask, ily!

#asks #Captain anon #as always if that's not what u wantd come bother me #finrod #headcanon

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mcrmadness · 3 years

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A Masterpost: ALL MY OLD die ärzte (aka Bela&Farin) COMICS (from 2010-2011)

I’ve lately been talking about my art, especially comics, here a lot but I have never posted my OLD old dä comics here! That’s about to change now. The old ones happened in 2010-2011 when I was 19-20 years old, so they are a bit cringy now :D The scans are my old ones so don’t mind about cat hair or something like that in some of the scans. And I know: my hand writing hasn’t really changed in the past 10-15 years at all :DD

And a slash warning (do I really need that with this fandom tho..?) because I used to draw just very fluffy Bela/Farin comics and they barely have any good plots even. There’s just 4 overall in this post and they all are quite short. But at least for me it’s fun to see how far I have come and how I’ve gotten better at drawing!

Anyway, without further ado, this is where it all started:

Bela&Farin - “Du willst mich küssen”

Simply the idea came from the fact I noticed that on the “Du willst mich küssen” single there’s only one additional song: “Die Antwort bist du”, and that one out of all the potential other songs from the studio album. (Now I’m wondering if I should try to redraw this some day to see my progress? :DD)

The rest under the cut because they get very cringy but if you want to read B/F fluff comics and facepalm at my idiotic humour, go ahead and click the read more link.

Bela&Farin - Bela will ein Baby

(eng. Bela wants to have a baby)

This one was the first I did in German and I traumatized myself. I had just started learning German and totally failed everything and an (old) online friend, native German, wrote something that indicated laughing and I felt so insecure about my German after that that even today I have a fear of saying/writing even simple German words in front of native Germans. She anyway “beta read” the plot and corrected every faulty phrase (aka every phrase) and this is what she suggested that I’d write, and that’s what I did.

The plot shortly: Bela just wants to have a baby but he wants it with Farin obviously, so Farin says they’re both men and can’t reproduce together but Bela found a solution: he found them a surrogate mother. Problem solved.

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Bela&Farin - “Beer Belly”

Prepare yourself for a cringe overload :)) I’m so sorry that you have to suffer through this.

With this the idea came from the live videos I was watching back then - lots of live videos from 2007-2009 and I noticed that Bela just kept growing and losing his belly all the time. (OMG HELP I’m crying because “SQUEAK SQUEAK” XDDDDDD)

Also the ending is... I don’t know what is it. I guess I just wanted Rod ot make an appearance and didn’t come up anything better than this ::D My peak of humour is right there btw: anything that happens at the background. That shit just never gets old for me. So I find that still funny in this comic but I have no clue how a bass can be pregnant.

Also hey, I have started drawing shadows :DD

And yes, Bela actually did have a cow t-shirt like that in some of the videos and I just had to draw it! And btw, the reason for the fluff is probably because the concerts where those videos were from? It was extremely slashy, Bela and Farin barely could keep their hands off of each other so you really can’t blame me for all this. The ship just sails itself.

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Bela&Farin - “Zucker”

(eng. “Sugar” - this one was again in German because it wouldn’t work in English. This time I think I did all the language stuff myself but I can’t remember for sure so maybe I got help, maybe I didn’t... This is the last one of these old comics and my personal favorite. You can see that my style somehow went through some major changes but I don’t know what even happened there. I can’t remember.)

I can’t get over Farin’s hair in the last panel, I drew it so perfectly and I still don’t know how to recreate that lol. And now I’m losing it at that tiny “XD” in the grin panel because I found it so stupid looking - the first time I had even drawn a grin for him lmao. Also ignore Farin’s arm that has suddenly lost all its color. (Aka: someone forgot to color it.)

THE IDEA for this comic is simply in the name of brown sugar. At least in Finnish that is called as “fariinisokeri”, which always amuses me still after 12 years because I am a bit simple sometimes, and I figured that it can also be called “Farinzucker” in German so of course I needed to make a Bela/Farin comic about it.

The dialog for those who don’t speak German (too well) yet - Bela just goes to Farin to ask for “Farin sugar” and Farin first is like “nope” but then “jk” and they lived happily ever after. Or something.

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BONUS:

Something I drew with a ballpoint pen once when I was visiting my aunt and cousin and was bored and doodled this. I like drawing repeated patterns like brick walls or apparently also flowers.

And I have no idea where did I draw this - maybe it was something to do with one course through the employment agency as I tend to doodle when in any kind of class. I feel like I had been watching “Die band, die sie Pferd nannten” prior to this, based on Bela’s looks.

And it was back in 2010, I didn’t have a smart phone yet so no internet to use for reference photos :D

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So, back to the comics - I only made these 4 back then but before this I did draw other stuff and comics too. I drew several of them as horses when I still didn’t know how to draw humans, and I also have one of them as rats too. The rat one might work as a redrawn human comic, tho... Anyway, at some point I got annoyed because I didn’t like drawing them as horses or rats and wanted to invent a “human style” so then one night, this happened:

The texts are mainly just me chanting how I’m dying from laughter etc. That is actually what I do when I am very insecure of what I do and then I just start openly laughing at everything and myself, that way things don’t feel as bad failures than what they actually are :D (And yeah I know the article is wrong at some point, let’s just say I hadn’t memorized all the article stuff from German yet :D I don’t know if I had even started learning German yet at that point.)

But yeah, then I did find the style and these are the next sketches from my sketchbook:

The bottom left says “facial experessions” - and oh my god I was so damn cringe whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy---

but anyway, those were what I ended up with eventually and the rest is history. I think I’m still gonna make one post with stuff I drew in 2018 and that I haven’t posted here yet as there’s still a few of those, too.

#mcrmadness draws #my dä comics #my fub comics #my old drawings #dä fanart #die ärzte #belafarin

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weaselbeaselpants · 4 years

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I have a lot to say and not enough time to say it. It hurts, but ya’ll know what this is about so if you want my full fandom retrospective opinion thing guys, here.

I’ve been following Vivienne’s art and career since I found her on dA in 2009. I’ve basically grown up with her and have a wide range of opinions up and down her collective work. I must stress that I do not know her as a person and no matter how critical I get in my personal time if I somehow met her in real life or converse with her online again (like, back in the day we went back and forth. She was pretty nice to me), I’d be humble and congratulate her for her success.

Critique does not, EVER equate to attacking people.

But

the reason I don’t call myself a VivziePopVivzmind-fan is the exact same as to why I don’t like the proud use of ‘anti’. Let me try and explain -

The vast majority of Viv fans are just that: fans. Viv’s one of their favorite artists and they’re happy for her and obviously defensive when some mouth breather pops into their fan discussion calling her and all of them trash. Quite a lot of the Hazbin fans I know in my circle of friends are all pretty accepting and agree on the problematic notions and implications of her work.

HOWEVER, there’s a vocal minority in the VivziePop fandom that were and still are toxic. Their specific interest in Viv back in the day was toxic...and now that she’s moved on into a successful career I doubt they’ve gone away, considering the things I’ve heard. These people - they’d flood Viv’s comments sections and stuff with messages like they were talking to her when they weren’t and they’d unironically call her a god in a way that feels like gaslighting, ex: “I’ll NEVER be as good as you Viv! My art is just sooooo unpopular oh god you are incredible no one will ever like you as much as meeeee”. It made me uncomfortable. It made me not want to be around her because these people took Viv’s role in their lives so seriously and their demand for her attention...it struck a nerve.

These same fans have been around long enough to see actual shitlords - the likes of Kiwifarms and tapatalk wikis - come in and actually harass Viv. Viv’s been sent revenge porn by sick freaks who think they’re funny and believe she deserves it. No. In my non-name fan bystander opinion, Viv’s got some shit to work on, but no one deserves raperevenge porn. EVER. It was genuinely bad and yes Viv and her base have every reason to NOT TRUST these communities. Unfortunately, when these incidents happened, these particular fans took it upon themselves to gatekeep the fandom and act like Viv’s unofficial guard against any kind of decenting opinion of her, all without her say so.

((to the critics who will be all “but Viv or Faust said THIS to their fans-”, like I said, Viv’s far from perfect but regardless of how much she prolly wanted people to side with her I’m gonna guess that she didn’t want people sending transphobic death threats to DollCreep. Again, and this is coming from a bystander here, I have a feeling Viv knows about some of the toxicity but doesn’t know how/want to address it - which is a conversation all it’s own.))

This particular breed of VivziePop “fan” holds so much toxicity in her fandom(s). They aren’t the only cause, but they’re there. They feel entitled to her attention and her approval. They creep me out. Having spoken to other much-less critical admitted fans of Viv around me, these fans appear to creep everyone else out and put the rest of the fandom on edge. They’re gatekeepers. They’re creeps. Like the bronies and SU fans of yestertodayyears, they know harassment exists and that people have crossed the line - so they think any means is necessary to prevent that is automatically good. I could pile together all the incidents and folks who’ve had bad runs ins with this aftershock of Viv-obsession, but I do have a life of my own and this post is already stupid long so I’ll just list out the biggest examples and provide receipts when asked.

Critical blogs have gotten RAPE and death threats because they don’t like Viv’s art. HonestZoophobiaCriticisms, a blog I interracted with back in the day, def got one. Now Viv’s opinion of crit-blogs is that they’re “bad takes” but I can assure you she doesn’t want that shit being said on her behalf.

I’ve seen young artists get blacklisted from sites and forums cause they so much as post a redesign. Viv and co get told through the grapevine that someone’s making hatespeech and so preemptively block said person (prolly cause they’re in the middle of WORKING and can’t deal right now) only to find out after the fact that no, it was just a kid drawing their version of her characters. There’s serious miscommunication issues within the fandom about who��s ‘good’ or ‘bad’ and once you get the actual staff involved in this game of telephone you’re begging for trouble. The problem acknowledged, however, it’s souly from the “Viv never did anything wrong camp”. No word is said about how ugly the fandom is under the surface it’s all one type of person’s fault and not complicated’. Blah

I’ve only ever had ONE obsessive ‘fan’ who’d stalk me, mock me, and then redraw my art just to get attention from me. That shit fucked with my head. As a follower hundreds of miles away from Viv who’s agreed/disagreed with her through the years - I absolutely believe her when she says she hates ‘creeps’ and that she doesn’t want anyone in her fandom spreading hate on her behalf. It’s the one thing about her I’m POSITIVELY sure of. Whether she believes that said underlying harassment exists and/or is even a problem within her fandoms is anyone’s guess. That’s not what I’m here for. I’m here to write stupid blog entries like this, talk about fandoms and media and how they and the real world affect one another, and rb fan art I like. I’m cautiously optimistic fan with a side of salt.

Mixed opinions and critique within a fandom CAN and SHOULD exist. Hazbin Hotel has been greenlit by a studio! It has a product line of merchandise you buy. Helluva Boss is getting eight more episodes this coming year (yeeee:3yeeee). Two of Viv’s properties are now products. Nothing is immune from critique. And in critique you will find a lot of people who are not ‘nice’. Critique or analysis doesn’t have to be nice. There will be, in Viv’s words’ ‘bad takes’ on her writing. Maybe they will be actual CinemaSins-styled bad takes or maybe Viv is just mad that people don’t love and feel inspired by her characters the way she wants them to - it’s a fact she’s going to have to get used to.

((TBH, I’m pretty sure she’s already realized that criticism of all types need to exist. It’s just that, again, her and the SpindleHorse staff are kind of overwhelmed by all matter of takes and opinions coming their way they kinda can’t deal weeding out the fair ones from the assholes, so she lumps them all together.))

Shitposters, ironic fans, unironic fans, critical fans, just critics of Hazbin and Helluva CAN and WILL exist. They should exist and not feel threatened by the megafandom. There are people out there who are one step further and rightfully bothered by Hazbin/Helluva’s use of incorrect symbols, portrayal of certain topics, and the response by creators. These people have strong opinions and are actually disgusted by Viv. They deserve to exist too and should not be vilified because, like me, they’re commentary doesn’t consist of anything personal towards the people at Spindlehorse or the fans of her works. They can rant, they can be professional, they can be petty and they can be fair. But they will exist. You have to deal with it.

I am an ADD/OCD ridden autistic woman with serious anxiety issues who has no one to talk to half the time and so only HAS my fandom to communicate with. But that’s just it - it’s a fandom. A community. You have to learn to not think souly of yourself and of others in a community. A fandom doesn’t exist just for you or any one person. You have the right to be angry and defend or be offended. And it’s in the spirit of that that I ask, prrraaaaaay even, that I please

NOT BE CALLED AN “ANTI-ANTI” for not liking the moniker?!

I DON’T TO BE AN “ANTI”. Not ironically, not unironically. ‘Anti’ should be for politics and shit like pedophiles, necrophiles, nazis, serial killer stans, Trump, racists, antisemites, terfs, animal abusers, rapists, and antivaxxers. Anti should only come into critical media analysis when these ethical issues follow suit IN TO fandom discussion. ((EX: Anime and MLP proudly waving their cp and non-con into the public eye; Hazbin appropriating cultural symbols which are not satanic; Basically anything that concerns John K or Butch Hartman.))

If your DNI list unironically consists of the entirety of one fandom: CONGLATURATIONS! You have done the exact same thing these particular creepy Viv fans have done: monopolize the conversation. And yes, people I’m referring to, IT’S STILL A PROBLEM EVEN IF YOU’RE FIGHTING RACISM/SEXISM/HOMOTRANSPHOBIA.

There are hundreds of Vivziefans who ARE more critical, accepting of faults, interested in discussion and especially rewrite and redesign stuff who would LOVE to engage with you and give you a follow. There’s hundreds of people who no doubt agree with you!

But the thing I’ve seen these very proud AntiHazbinVivzieHelluvaWhatever blogs do is lash out at fans for continuing to like Viv and consume Viv’s art in a healthy way. What the actual fuck is your problem?

I get it. Say a crazy Hazbin fan gets on your case for even SUGGESTING Viv could be homophobic ((”SHE’SBIANDWORKSWITHGAYPPLblahablahblah”)). They get in your face, make some callouts, try to rile up support against you, leave disgusting harassment throughout your social media? Absolutely ban worthy. After that it’s perfectly understandable why you don’t want to engage with anything HHHBZPVivzierelated because you’re so fucking tired of being labeled an abuser or “just jealous” for having an opinion on a show you don’t like. I’m with you!

But,

A fan agrees that something in the canon is bad or that Viv did something they don’t like?

A fan likes your silly shitpost meme?

A fan asks if they can like Hazbin and follow you at the same time?

A fan does fan art of something you don’t like?

If your response to any of these ^^^ things is to get LOUD and accusatory, Vivsplain them about how they’re an absolutely awful person to ever question YOUR opinion, or just block them without a second thought? You’re a petty, vendictive shit and you also need to learn to let things go. I’m sorry but you do. As I already said, Viv’s work is a brand at this point, not just the work of a singular person. As such, there are gonna be mixed opinions and you can’t judge every single one of these people by what they like. You’re a shitty critic with a shitty attitude and yes that will demean the value of what you’re saying. This is bad because, if you’re trying to point out how Angel Dust’s abuse IS handled terribly; gay rep in Viv’s work is weak and terrible; the show appropriates closed practices; the fandom makes excuses for predatory artists and creepy behavior and individuals who have sketchy pasts - I’M WITH YOU. WE NEED TO BE TALKING ABOUT THIS SHIT. JUST BECAUSE THESE ARE ADULT CARTOONS SET IN HELL MEANS THERE SHOULD BE ANYTHING CLOSE TO 2013 PONY-TUMBLR. <<<---- this shit is as important to me as it is to you and I really don’t like being called an abuser or apologist for saying “hey maybe blowing up at ppl for the shows they like ISN’T the way to go about this”.

But I have, just like the good old days of 2015 Zoophobia of yore, been blocked because I admit to being tired of ‘Anti’ being equated to ‘critical’. Same with hater.

Critical DOES NOT = Anti+Hater. I’m fucking tired of people saying it does and I’m tired of people taking up the term as some weird form of fandom reappropriation. It’s stupid.

Tl;dr: Once upon a time, I was in a budding fandom for something I liked made by an indie artist I watched on dA. I wanted to be a bigger fan than I was already, but was told by toxic people within said fandom that I couldn’t be part of it for reasons they’d made up in their head about my ‘motives’ against Viv. My admiration for Viv or what I liked about Zoophobia didn’t matter because I thought the story was really rushed and people weren’t being truthful with how they really felt about it - ergo, I HAD TO GO.

Flash forward 8 years later- My opinion of Viv’s body of work has changed but I still find myself in love with her style and some of her characters. I want to be on a forum or service that gives a healthy look at the problems there are with this series and fandom...and I’m met repeatedly by petty bs where people are again at each other’s throats. And yes, I do think it’s causing more harm than good especially when you insist there’s a “x person shouldn’t be trusted” mentality when fighting actual fucking racist, xenophobic, predatory bullshit.

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