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ssalballoon · 3 months

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i wanna get better at art but dont know how to start ^^' whats a good way to get into studying anatomy and improving as an artist? tysm 💗 love your art soso much

more art converts 😼 yay!!

i think these asks were sent by different people but they're pretty related + a lot of my advice is the same! so i'll answer these together under the cut (it's so long oh gosh)

ok first of all i'm very flattered that people are asking me for art advice but i'm really not the most equipped person to ask TTOTT I've never been deliberately studious with my art so I feel bad offering advice when I've mostly gotten by with just drawing fanart and ocs a lot... my rate of improvement has therefore been slow, but I've still had an enjoyable learning experience so perhaps from that angle my input may help! i'll mainly refer you to external resources that have helped me

For anatomy + drawing humans:

1) I know I'm not diligent enough to sit down and study muscles, so instead I make it more enjoyable by drawing my favorite characters in a pose that targets the muscles I want to practice! (i default to drawing ppl naked because of this lol) This isn't the most efficient, but it serves as good motivation to get practice in. (honestly a lot of my general art advice has the undercurrent of becoming so obsessed with characters to drive your motivation to draw even when artblocked/ struggling with doubts!)

2) I want to refer you to Sinix's Anatomy playlist! Although Sinix focuses more on digital painting, he gives simplified anatomy breakdowns that include how muscles change shape under different movements/poses, which is crucial for natural human posing. the static anatomy diagrams from Google don't really help for that

3) What's just as important as anatomy is gestures! (especially important if you're used to drawing non-human objects I think!) Making figures look like they have flow to them will sell the "naturalness"(?) to your anatomy. If you have in person life drawing sessions accessible near you I'd recommend trying those out, or if you prefer trying it digitally there's this website!

This helps you not only get a sense of human proportions, but also natural posing! I'd limit the time taken to draw the poses from like 10 seconds to 1 minute(?) for quick gestures, and maybe 1 minute to 5mins(for now!! typically they go much longer) to study human proportions. I'd say don't spend a lot of time on them, repetition is more important!

4) I've also picked up on useful anatomy tidbits from artists online! Looking at how practiced/ professional artists stylize a body helps me focus on what the essential details are to convey a particular form (looking up "human muscles" and being hit with anatomy diagrams full of all the smallest details can be overwhelming! what do you even focus on?! so these educated simplifications really help me) Like Emilio Dekure's work! Look how simplified these figures are, and yet contain all the essential information to convey the sense of accurate form (even though it's highly exaggerated!)

(shamefully admits I've never studied from actual anatomy books so I can't recommend anything in that sense TTOTT)

For general improvement:

1) I highly recommend Sinix's Design Theory playlist and Paintover Pals! (+ his channel in general) You don't have to put them immediately into practice, but I think these are good fundamental lessons to just listen to and have them in the back of your mind to revisit another day. Plus these videos are just fun and very approachable! Design theory fundamentals are essential to creating appeal and directing a viewer's attention, and critiquing others' work/ seeing his suggestions are a good way to practice noticing areas of improvement+ solutions yourself!

2) If you prefer a more formal teaching resource, the Drawabox YouTube course covers all the basic fundamentals of drawing in short lessons. But honestly if I were starting out, this would be a little intimidating for me (and even now it still is! I haven't done all of them) But even if you don't watch them, the titles should give you an idea of the basic concepts that are valuable to pick up. I think it would be nice to keep in mind and revisit once in a while as you learn!

(One lesson I do encourage you to watch is the line control one! A confident continuous line conveys motion and flow much better compared to discontinuous frayed lines which I think is good to practice early by drawing from the wrist and shoulder)

3) As a universal piece of advice: Please please please use references! Use a reference for literally everything, observing is how we learn! You'll find that a lot of things you thought you knew what they looked like are inaccurate by memory alone. Also, trace! This is solely for your practice, tracing then freehanding has helped me grasp proportions when I was struggling! (of course don't post these online if you traced from art)

I've found that being able to compile references into easy to access boards has been very helpful in encouraging me to use references more. For PC, I think they use PureRef (free/pay what you want), and for iPad I use VizRef. VizRef is a one time purchase (which was definitely worth the $3.99 USD price imo)

4) On that note, try building up the habit to observe from media + real life and make purposeful comments about what you see! Like hey, when I bend my knee, the muscles/fat in my thighs and calves bulge outwards, I should draw that next time. Purposeful observation carries over to your overall visual library, and it's a little thing that adds up over time

5) For motivation, get into media you really enjoy, or make your own characters! The way I started art more seriously was by drawing fanart + OCs from anime that I liked ^^ For OCs it really encourages you to draw more because you're the primary creator of their art! Also you gotta see a lot of good art to make good art! Watching visually appealing media (like animation with appealing stylization/simplification) can passively help you learn just by observation.

ok wow I could go on but this is already a lot of information TTOTT my main aim for this reply is basically: don't let anything discourage you from learning to draw!! drawing is so fun and brings me a lot of joy ^^ practicing often will of course help you improve, and the way to incentivize that is by having fun with it! i hope this could help!💞

#my asks #art resources #trying to be concise n failing #i'm mainly worried that like. my art tips make me sound more skilled than my art actually is

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yulin-pop · 2 years

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Hi! congrats for your 100- 200 followers!! 🎉🎉🎉

Also Can i have your match up events please?

Personality:

Im a (akward) quiet and shy person at first, im very bad communicating/interacting with people cuz i have a bad anxiety issues but atleast i try/want to talk people if i want to. ( i also have a trust issues i too, dont trust people so easily).

People didn't really know that im a bit energetic and soft person when it comes to my loved ones or friends, unless if open up to someone who are im comfortable or trusted, but still shy.

Im also a affectionate person or touch starved person i like giving my friends, family some hugs and head patting, when it comes to my partner / s/o i give them hugs or kisses without hesitation, if they are uncomfortable imma avoid being a clingy person and respect their personal space.

I have a short-temper i can pissed so easily and is trying my best to control myself, if i hurt people's feelings i'll apologise them immediately if im calm.

My friends commented me like im sort of mother/sister figure in our group, the way i act i didn't quite realized my behaviour the way i treat my friends or my little cousins.

I'm very insecure person, i been compared with someone who is smart, pretty or optimistic than i am because i dont have one of those, it makes me think i wasn't enough.

The way i act is boyish, but im bit act like a girl like im very shy, embarrased or flustered compare to the girls who acts girly.

Appearance:

I have a black short hair, Brown eyes, fair light skin, my height is 5'8" and im a bit chubby. my clothing style is like gurenge the way i wear is boyish type with a dark color, sometimes i wear a bit girls clothes and cute clothes if i want to and i wore a glasses, i used it sometimes if i can't see a far.

Interest: Reading Manga/Manhwa, watching anime, drawing/drawing fanarts, babysitting, playing piano, listening music.

Reacting: If someone interested or liking me, in romantically. i might get flattered, happy and shy, also scared. scared that i wasn't enough or they just playing or making fun of my feelings.

If you're making my request just wanted to say thank you! also congrats!! 🎉

↛ ❀ Match up; @moon-cakiie

I match you with Azul Ashengrotto

He views you as someone very light hearted, but you didn’t trust him at all. He’s a business person so he’s good at socializing, in a professional way not in a normal way. You’re more stand off ish but tries to talk with him. It was cute how you struggled to find a topic but you seem really kind. Even after you two get close and Azul drops the business man persona, you’re still shy but more open. By more open, you express your angry around him. He can relate with your insecurities, he was always different than everyone else and he had to push himself to become who he is today. You some what remind him of himself back then.

He noted how much more affectionate you got after a few weeks of talking. The first instance was you greeting him with a hug. He completely froze up in confusion. You backed away quickly and kept away from him but he couldn’t deny it was nice to be hugged.

He thinks you’re absolutely stunning and yet he’s doesn’t say anything. He holds himself back, it would be out of character for him to compliment you despite the knawing urge to tell you how stunning you are.

He’s confused with his feelings at first. He’s obvious about the favoritism towards you and often instead of scolding you, he just kindly directs you in the right direction. He refuses the idea of it being love! He has no time for that nor does it benefit him or his business. It takes a few pushes from the twins to make him understand that he really does like you.

He tries to be subtle that he likes you but you didn’t seem to take the hint. He tried to be head strong about it though you shrunk back. Then, you asked him if he was serious. It kind of broke him as he explained he’s completely genuine.

Azul never really had anyone that could just give off the soft aura you have.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #matchup event #6/10

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viscerah · 8 months

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WELCOME TO . . .

see about + byf below 🐇 . . .

hai im dev :3 (they/them) im a 21 yr old self taught artist whos currently unemployed and an illustration major. i hav been madly in love w the horror genre ever since i was little and i love to draw scary shit ! ! i also love to doodle fanart of media i adore and my original characters; im currently working on a story involving a few of them and a haunted house. FUBfree. i disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed 🐇 BEFORE YOU FOLLOW:

this art blog contains 18+ material* sometimes !! if u r a minor and choose to follow me i would like to please ask that u to block the tags #minors dni to avoid said content. if yr a minor and i see u in the notes of something saucy u will b boiled. just dont touch any of it ok plzz kthx

this blog is not family friendly in general and will deal w themes like horror, death, taboos etc. however most of it is tagged so if yr uncomfy w smth just block that tag

transmisogynists, zionists or frankly any bigots whatsoever r not welcome here. fuckin obviously ! theres no real dni beyond that, if i am uncomfortable w u interacting ill just block u :P

this blog is profiction ! if u disagree and/or r antific then u r still welcome and encouraged to enjoy my art, just dont have "kys freaks" in yr bio or whatever cuz thats weird

*18+ material will b mature jokes and suggestive art, not pornographic material. sadly. debating on either making a separate blog or account on a diff social media for that... (fuck u tumblr for banning 🌽)

thank u for reading :3 i hope that u enjoy my work and hav a good day/afternoon/night forever and ever and ever 🌎✌️🕊️🌈

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dangerliesbeforeyou · 5 years

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Bad Wolf (Rose Tyler) - fanart~

quick sketchy thing... first time drawin rose (despite her being one of my fav companions lol... i’m a terrible fanartist i know)

#art tag #doctor who #doctor who fanart #rose tyler #rose tyler fanart #billie piper #bad wolf #drawing #digital art #whovian #i went a bit MAD(tm) with the background lol oooops #also included the other versions cos i keep forgetting to do that recently...#like i always post the other versions on insta/facebook if u wanna see them but like #cos tumblr's post size limit is so small i hav to restrict the amount i share lol #the blue one might b my fav?? idk #i'm not sure if i did that good of a job with her face but ahhhh welll lol

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hinamie · 6 years

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two ghosts standing in the place of you and me”

#my art #banana fish #eiji okumura #ash lynx #ash x eiji #eiji x ash #banana fish fanart #fanart #figured i'd post these two side by side bc it looks better fghjkl lov me a matching set #also im done the manga it destroyed me #do these 2 hav an actual ship name or..?#also i hATE DRAWING FUR fuck this show and their animal motifs drfthjkl;#the fish looks better than the lynx in my opinion but i think they both turned out ok so thats good!!

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mikkock · 5 years

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am rewatchin 90210 cuz i was rly into it as a middle schooler n im now finally reunited with my One True Childhood Queen uwu

#fanart #90210 #naomi clark #she was a hell of a bitch but she's My Dear Bitch #tbh is any character in that show nOT a bitch #im back on my 'i hav a crush on her' bs now hehe i even went and added the actress' whole filmography to my to watch list #and followed her instagram #cuz maybe im in love #maybe im gon fall so deep that i draw other characters #dixon is mad cute so maybe hehehe #but then navid was my fave dude as a kid so Maybe he too also he's like 100% good boy juice #maybe i should also watch the OG show cuz like i only ever watched the spin off lmao #but og show doesnt have naomi uwu so whats the point #also i remember i hATed adrianna's guts back in the days but so far im only on season 2 and she hasnt done much much bs so like #what happens next i think she becomes famous and bitchy but rn she's alright? so far annie's the annoying one i stg she's so ugh #also i care so little for some characters like #liam get fucked what even is ur concept? unlikeable lone wolf stereotype?#nd silver is so 'im not like the other girls ewe quirky' dhjfjfs but at least she's nICE and got emPATHY #im way too into this lmao #the only straight show ill watch

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lovebugcody · 3 years

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i can’t draw but i can write, so here is what i have for the mcyt/dream smp fandom. (inspired by a lot of fanart i have seen)

3k words baby. i was going to do a second half but i’m tired so i’ll write it tomorrow

anyway here is dadza collecting his boys

Philza had always known he wanted to be a dad, but with adventures and quests, he hardly had the time. So he made the difficult decision to wait until one day he had the time to properly care for and raise a child (or children) of his own. But circumstances and his own paternal instinct seemed to decide for him when was the perfect time for him to finally become a father.

The day he found his eldest, he was passing through an abandoned village. They were common in the parts of the world where Philza was known for exploring, which created a sad but beautiful landscape. Philza had always had an appreciation for the forgotten towns, so he made sure if and when he saw them, he travelled through. While he felt a touch of guilt when rummaging through items that were forgotten in a haste and deemed disposable, that never stopped him from opening every house and chest to find goods. There were occasions where he forgot a small home, or didn’t see a chest or two, but that day was not one. Philza was being careful and made sure to open every door.

A quiet shuffle and the tiniest whimper caught his attention, and he poked his head around the corner. Curled up, as small as he could, was a boy. Dressed in a dirtied, no-longer-yellow sweater, with a holey maroon beanie over long curls. He tried squeezing behind a chest next to him, and Philza could feel his heart break as the small boy started to cry.

“P-please, don’t h-hurt me.” His voice was tiny, broken, and one again Philza felt his chest tighten. This tiny thing couldn’t have been more than 4 or 5, and already looked terrified of the world. Philza quickly hid his sword in his pack, taking off his helmet to reveal his own hat and hair in need of cutting.

“It’s okay, little man. I promise I won’t. My name’s Philza.” He squatted down, and reached a hand out slowly. He quickly retracted it though when he remembered he had an apple in his bag. He swung his pack to be in front of him, unzipping it. “You hungry?” The small boy slowly looked up, wide and teary brown eyes watching as Philza moved to pull a bright red apple out. He nodded rapidly, curls falling out of the front of his beanie into his eyes. The boy crawled over to Philza, then sat cross-legged in front of him, patiently waiting for the apple. Philza let out a soft laugh, before handing him the apple.

“Thank you, Philza.” The words were muffled by the apple already in his mouth. Philza laughed again before dropping his own butt onto the ground, to mirror the boy.

“What’s your name, little man?” Philza had his own apple in hand, moving to bite into it.

“Wilbur.” The young boy looked proud as he said his name, promptly taking another bite of the apple.

“Well then, Wilbur,” the decision was made almost immediately, as soon as he saw the young boy really, “would you like to come adventure with me?” Wilbur visibly sat up straighter, excitement in his eyes.

“Hell yeah!” Apple was spat out as Wilbur scrambled to his feet in excitement.

It only took three months for Wilbur to start calling Phil “dad”.

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His second child was under far more surprising and saddening circumstances.

An seven-year-old Wilbur bounced along in front of Philza, swinging his iron sword pretending to be defeating zombies. As he swung his sword, he once again recounted how he battled three zombies in the cave earlier that day.

“I know, Will. They were no match for you!” Philza laughed as he spoke, watching with unmatched joy and pride for his son.

“I’m the best monster fighter, dad!” Sword held above his hair, Wilbur spun to look at Philza. “I can even help you fight some zombie pig guys in the nether next time!”

“Pigmen, Will.” Wilbur rolled his eyes at the correction. “And we’ll see.” Punching their air and continuing to bounce forward, Wilbur didn’t notice the ruined step and tripped over it. Immediately, Philza rushed forward to catch his son.

A quiet pig-like snort caught their attention, and Philza, hand still holding Wilbur’s arm where he caught him, whipped his head around, other hand reaching for his sword. He had expected to see a pigman - maybe even a zombie one - to have somehow made it into the overworld and gotten lost, but instead saw a cardboard box. Scrawled across the front of the box in a dying sharpie was the word “FREAK!”. He pushed Wilbur, who was gripping his sword tightly in both hands, behind him as he took a careful step forward.

A tiny face popping up, giving both Philza and Wilbur a fright.

“Dad?” Wilbur’s voice was small, giving away his fear despite the confident aura he tried to portray.

“Stay here, okay?” Philza didn’t give Wilbur a change to reply before he continued to move closer to the box. The small child within the box stood up slowly, his features becoming more clear. The snout and ears were piglin in nature, but other than those and the pink complexion, it was clear to Philza that this was simply a scared child. Much like when he approached Wilbur those years ago, Philza moved slowly, crouching in front of the box and child contained within, peeking inside to see if there was anything else within it.

In the box, being stood on by the child, was a manilla folder. It looked as though at one point it had been official, but had been muddied and chewed on periodically. The small child looked up at Philza with tears in his eyes and hands gripping the side of the cardboard box with white knuckles. Philza noticed that one of his ears was stood up, the other - a yellow cattle-tag with the letters “TB” in faded black written on it was pierced through it - was hanging, exaggerated by the fact that the small boy had his head tilted to that side.

“Can you pass me that folder, bud?” The boy in the box blinked once before looking down at the folder. He squatted down and his stubby fingers picked up the dirtied paperwork. He stood slowly, then held it out proudly. “Thank you.” Philza smiled softly as he accepted the folder from the tiny boy. He sat in front of the box and carefully read over the words written on the cover. As he sat, Wilbur moved forward and sat next to him, watching the child carefully as he placed his sword next to him.

The top of the folder read “Experiment #14 [unreadable] -lin and human genetic cross- [unreadable]”, with a large red “failed” stamped across the middle of the entire cover. Philza glanced at the boy sadly. An experiment, a discarded experiment, that was all he was deemed to be. He shook his head in disapproval as he opened the folder. He didn’t want to read the majority of the papers within the folder, but he wanted to at least know how old this boy was and what name he had been given.

Technoblade. It was an odd name, undoubtedly, but if that was the name he was given, who was Philza to argue. He looked at the apparent birthdate, and quickly counted back in his head to calculate his age.

“Four?” The word was barely a breath, but Philza just could not believe that this tiny boy stranded in a box was only four years old. He had been experimented on, tested, and disposed, marked as a freak and a failure. He slammed the folder closed, turning to Wilbur. “What do you think?” Wilbur blinked, tilting his head.

“What?” He hadn’t looked away from Technoblade since the boy had poked his head out of the box, but he finally turned to look up at his dad.

“Think he could be your new brother? Come on adventures with us?” Just like when Philza had asked Wilbur if he himself wanted to travel with him, his whole body lit up with excitement.

“Really? That would be awesome.” He was bouncing again. Philza breathed a laugh at Wilbur, before turning back to look at Technoblade.

“What do you think, Technoblade?” He tilted his head the other way, glancing between Wilbur and Philza. “Want to come with us?” The tiny boy thought for a second before nodding, holding his hands up to Philza, indicating he wanted to be picked up. Philza happily obliged, moving to his feet and reaching down to the excited boy, who now had a huge smile that showed off tiny tusks growing from his bottom row of teeth. He placed Techno on his hip, offered a hand to Wilbur to help him stand, and the now-trio walked away from the broken cobble stairs.

As they walked away, Wilbur began to ramble about all the adventures he would have with his new brother, and telling him about all of the adventures past.

It took Technoblade a month to finally start talking to Philza and Wilbur, and only four more for him to start calling him ‘dad’.

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Dealing with two teenagers was not something that Philza had ever prepared for. Granted he had not even planned for children, but instead found the two boys that now called him dad. This meant that, of course, he never had to mentally fortify himself for any of what he was dealing with.

Wilbur and Technoblade were constantly trying to fight mobs, and when there were no mobs, each other. Twelve and fifteen, and so much energy. Although Wilbur was slowly starting to lose that youthful energy that Techno still gripped on to. However, the day they found the third of Philza’s boys, he began to learn that some people are always fueled by a youthful energy.

Just as Philza always passed through villages old and new when he travelled alone, Techno and Wilbur had been taught to develop that same habit. Philza had sent them down the centre of the ruined village, going around the outskirts himself. He figured that while they had been travelling with him for a while, fighting mobs in the overworld and nether alike, it was better to be safe than sorry, and so decided on sending them off alone for the first time through an empty village would be best.

Philza skirted the village, picking up crops that had grown on their own and checking small buildings the excited boys would have no doubt skipped over. He knew that the two of them together would be looking for a fight, but would also keep each other safe. They had grown very attached to each other in the eight years they had been with Philza, referring to each other as brothers. It always warmed Philza’s heart when they called him ‘dad’ or each other as brother - they had bumped into a young man with a creeper mask on his own adventure a couple of years prior and Wilbur had introduced Techno as his little brother, a memory which still makes Philza smile.

He had made it to the centre of the village, trailing behind the boys, when he heard a scream. Less of a scream but more a shout of surprise, but Wilbur had an unfortunate voice crack in the middle of the cry and it sounded as if he had let out a short scream. Immediately, Philza sprinted towards the sound of his son’s voice, hoping that both were still together and alive. He skidded around a corner and paused.

The sight in front of him was rather amusing. A small boy with matted blonde hair and a formerly white and red shirt was blindly swinging a stone sword while shouting and swearing, while Techno had his iron sword held in front of him in both hands, and Wilbur had his by his own hanging limply by his side. Both of Philza’s sons were wearing very confused expressions.

“You aren’t stealing my shit!! Go away!” The small boy pushed the oversized helmet resting on his head back as it had slipped in front of his eyes. “This is my house!”

“Dude!” Technoblade attempted to calm the shouting child, but the boy was having none of it.

“Don’t ‘dude’ me. Go away!” Though amused, Philza decided it was probably time to step in between the children before someone actually started swinging a sword with the intent to seriously injure the other party. As he walked forward, Techno kept his eyes locked on the blond boy, but Wilbur turned to look at him.

“We didn’t do anything, dad. He just… jumped out at us screaming.” The boy on the steps finally turned to Philza, who was nodding in understanding at what Wilbur said.

“I know.” He stepped in front of Techno, after pushing his hands down, forcing him to lower the sword. “Hey bud. What’s your name?” The stone sword had finally stopped being wildly swung, but was still pointed (though it was clear that the boy was struggling with the weight of it).

“My name’s Tommy.” He finally gave up on holding up the sword. “What’s it to you old man?” Philza scoffed. This kid was ballsy and loud and needed somewhere to channel his energy. He took another step forward and slowly reached forward. Tommy’s grip on his sword tightened again, but even though he wouldn’t show it, his arms were clearly sore and exhausted from the wild swinging, so the sword remained with it’s tip pressed into the step. Hand on either side of the large helmet engulfing Tommy’s head, Philza lifted it up and tucked it under one arm, ruffling the blond locks with the other hand.

“Well, Tommy, my name is Philza and do you want to fight mobs with us and go adventuring?” Philza didn’t know for sure if this young boy was alone or not, but he was hanging out alone in a village ruin defending a tiny shack, so it was a safe assumption.

“Dad.” The ‘a’ sound was dragged out in an exaggerated groan from Techno. “Does he have t-” He was cut off but a ‘thwap’ sound that resulted from Wilbur smacking him upside the head.

“Shut up.” Wilbur hissed, hoping that for once Techno would listen.

“What? The kid tried to slice me!” Philza whipped his head around and glared at the boys, and they both quickly straightened, pretending to do nothing wrong. He turned back to look at the boy who was sticking his tongue out at Techno.

“Tommy?” Just like with Techno and Wilbur, Tommy straightened his posture and pretended to look at his feet. “Are you coming?” The boy held out his sword for Philza to take, which he did, before turning and racing inside. Sounds of rummaging came from behind the door, before Tommy reammerged, a much-too-large backpack strapped on.

“Let’s do this!”

In a matter of days, Tommy was calling out ‘dad’ to get Philza’s attention.

--- (original post that inspired this part) ---

Campsites had gotten harder to find with three boys. Each had developed their own ideas of “safe”, and none of them wanted to listen to Philza. The only solution was to allow them to take turns. Tommy had decided that forests were best, while Techno and Wilbur at least agreed that underground was safest. Unfortunately for the eldest pair, it was Tommy’s night to decide. So the four of them had to march through a thickly wooded area in search of a clearing for the night.

“Here!” It was barely a clearing, but it was enough space to pitch tents for the night. Tommy spun in a circle with his arms out wide after dropping his backpack, while Wilbur and Technoblade looked at each other.

“Alright, you three set up camp, I’ll check the area.” Philza dropped his bag beside Tommy’s and retrieved his sword, bow and quiver already over his shoulder. He knew that the boys would be safe, and trusted them to keep each other safe, so he had already turned his back and was already on the move.

“Don’t forget to call out if you find anything!” Techno’s voice echoed slightly in the empty area, and Philza waved his empty hand above his head, indicating that he heard and would do so.

Checking every possible hiding spot was important to do during the day, to make sure that there were no mobs during the day when they would burn that would later add to the number of mobs that night. Places like the hollowed out trunks of trees.

Philza had ducked into each as he moved and only saw the occasional spider, with one exception.

He had reached what he had decided was the last tree he would check, and bent down to duck his head inside, only to be met with a curled up figure with a faded yellow and grey striped sweatshirt. They had their arms wrapped around their knees and there was what looked like dried blood in their matted hair.

“Hey buddy.” The figure looked up, and Philza saw more dried blood on his face and sweatshirt. “Are you okay?” The boy shook his head.

“My dad…” His voice broke at the end, and his eyes began to water.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me.” Philza held out his hand, which the boy cautiously took. “What’s your name?” The young boy wiped his eyes with the end of his oversized sleeve.

“Tubbo.” He snuggled slightly and looked up at Philza with wide eyes.

“Well, Tubbo,” Philza still hadn’t let go of Tubbo’s hand, noticing that Tubbo simply adjusted his hand in Philza’s to hold it better, “do you want to come eat with my and my sons? I think my youngest is the same age as you.” The small boy wiped his nose on his sleeve and nodded. “I’m Philza, by the way.”

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#mcyt #dream smp #char writes #tubbo #tubbo_#philza #ph1lza #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #technoblade #dadza #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois inc + co #dream smp headcannon #dream smp fic

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xiaoming56 · 2 years

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⚠️Disclaimer: please dont repost my art without permission! I will come for your sandwiches. 🥪 Also use of AI "art"=blocked🚫🚫

Hi! I am 小明 and i draw stuff . Or id liKe to but unfortunately work exists. So forgive me if i am a little bit dead inside. Here is my pardner in crime and 98% of my self control: @zxcantdrawmen !!! It is a requirement to bow in her presence.

aNywAys this account is a bowl and i am making fandom salad.

Edit: idk y but my tumblr doesnt show reblogs in my notifs so im sry if i dont reply!! I appreesh all of u 😭💖

If ya wna c my art for specific fandoms here r the ingredients in this bowl:

Dr strange aka sopping old wet cat of a wizard

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Might make fanart of miscellaneous fandoms that catch my fancy too :D

UpdaTe: i hav a sketch/shameless reblog account now :D @/manilovetumblerusernames

#finally updating this!!#new hyperfixation of the year award goes to dr strange #last yrs winner was erasermic #and the yr b4 that was good omens

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feather-dancer · 2 years

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I posted 274 times in 2021

223 posts created (81%)

51 posts reblogged (19%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.2 posts.

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#gestures because i fucking love this au and for some strange reason i've got a little corner i've dug out

My Top Posts in 2021

The Tales of Arcadia Archive is very serious I say when I keep remembering this I discovered over an hour ago and start laughing again:

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To ensure that the balance of this world would be maintained, an Order of three was formed who maintain an eternal vigil whilst wielding the power of the arcane.

I might have gone on a slightly mad binge and coloured this.

92 notes • Posted 2021-03-21 02:30:42 GMT

No thoughts, only fluff.

@stix-n-bread

100 notes • Posted 2021-05-29 22:51:37 GMT

The accidental shipping binge continued and I have relearned I absolutely hate drawing motorbikes! An off camera scene that happens in Stars chapter 2 just because.

117 notes • Posted 2021-05-02 01:30:59 GMT

Tales of Arcadia fanfic recommendations part 7

It’s time for yet another round of recommendations! In this batch is the 80+ Rise of the Titans fics I read as part of the fanfic analysis which have their own section with Tales of Arcadia (Aka the TV part of the franchise) merged into one for ease sake. I’m currently on a bit of an older content binge on behest of someone which is giving me a break from RotT burnout, a few of which are on this list and the rest is already spilling into part 8 sitting in my drafts.

Hope you see something of interest!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

If at all interested in my own writing you can find it here!

Tales of Arcadia

A Thousand Years - A series of oneshots following the lives of Douxie and Zoe through the ages including some good old Zouxie fluff.

A Night Off; Comfort Zoe Night - Exactly as it says this is a bout of shameless Zouxie fluff because sometimes you have a bad day and there’s somebody who can treat you to a much nicer evening.

of poison, forest floors, and terrified wizards - It was just a simple errand for Merlin, one he’d done hundreds of times before so there was no reason to wake Archie from his nap and thus Hisirdoux Casperan went off alone. Even in his worst nightmares he couldn’t have expected being struck with poison designed to take out magic users.

Primordial Awakenings - We build our creations from the dead, give them names, offer them power then put them amongst the stars until we forget there was ever a before because the stories have already made them eternal. A delightful take on how the Order as we know might have come to be because sometimes you wonder what if they were birthed in the prehistoric?

Primordial Awakenings — Deleted Scenes - In case you need more content from the above :) This does contain Order ships of various directions.

Already Seen - Easy peasy, lemon squeezy Douxie is caught in the D'aja Vu as well and tries to figure out what the heck is causing it. Contains a little bit of Zouxie fluff.

Mama Bear - It is after Jim’s battle with Draal when Barbara catches sight of numerous bruises covering her son and along with all the other out of character incidents totting up of late naturally she thinks the worst.

Across the Stars - With Zadra now on earth and far away from home, she and Izita snatch the moments they can to to talk to one another. Zadita? Izadra? Genuinely no idea what the shorthand for the ship is.

Reading Wingman - Even the most experienced trolls can get caught out sometimes and in this case AAARRRGGHH shelters in the library. Adorable ensues.

Happy Birthday - Post Trollhunters season 3, everyone deserves a special treat on the anniversary of one of the worst days of your life and that includes Trollhunters.

heavy - Jim might have escaped the Darklands in body but the trauma continues to pursue through not only nightmares but all the way into the waking world too.

from now on - Post Trollhunters season 3, it was hard for Toby he and AAARRGGHH had been left behind but they try to struggle on anyway all the while counting down the days until their friends to come home.

Rise of the Titans

Unbecoming 2 Electric Boogaloo - There are always prices to pay and consequences for wanting to do the right thing if you choose to embrace selfishness instead of logic. You went too far back Jim Lake Jr., you were warned and the cold rush of reality is watching just out of sight to show you why.

Unlikely Places - They managed to stop the Titans with no losses despite it being very close leaving the Order in the very odd position of wrapping their heads around the After. For one former resident of Durio he’s about to find out just how they’re handling things first hand.

Tales of Arcadia: In Search of Home- After using diplomacy with a chance to right the wrongs of the world to bring Skrael on board he and Nari in turn offer the same to Bellroc . This leaves one Hisirdoux Casperan with two additional roommates, trying to make everyone comfortable as they experience new and fancy human things like pasta, earning your keep and the wonders of freezers.

A Better World - After jumping back in time Jim uses his prior knowledge to help nudge things in this timeline for the better with advice and jokes but always keeps the most precious (And painful) close to his chest. Sitting on the roof together one night Toby muses about this strange yet incredible life he’s led so far and what his best friend might have been through in his old one.

Time is a Fickle Thing... - When Jim used the time stone to go back he expected to wake up in his bed on the very same day he’d become the Trollhunter. Instead he awoke in the middle of the nearby woods little more than an observer of his 15 year old self armed with knowledge of the future and the determination to nudge the timeline for the better. This is of course assuming the second hand embarrassment doesn’t kill him first.

Minds are Troubled By The Emptiness - An epilogue for Nancy “Nana” Domzalski in a timeline that was not reset.

Tales of Arcadia: The Final Becoming - A complete rewrite of Rise of the Titans lets fucking go.

Lifting Atlas - It would be unwise to go back in time without a plan so one is cobbled together involving contacting Douxie as soon as possible, bring him on board and try to right the mistakes of the past to save everyone they lost. The trouble is you can’t run from the trauma that led to your best friend dying before your eyes, not even with time travel.

Content warning for the first chapter: There is mention of previous sexual assault and suicide that does not have an in fic warning nor is it tagged. It is mentioned during Jim’s conversation with Douxie and a second time in a vague way after the time jump when they meet up.

Stricklake

Without you there is no world - A oneshot series for Stricklake month following a range of themes from excellent sci-fi worldbuilding, dabbling in one of the author’s AUs, the perils of gravesand and closing with a rather well deserved dig at THAT scene from RotT.

stricklake month...2!!! - Do you want Stricklake that borders on domestic in a range of circumstances including big brother Jim? WELL.

Darling Play Your Violin - There is a saying that history repeats it’s self and it is certainly true for those who live long enough to feel it’s echoes. Sometimes you are given a second chance which turns bittersweet while another will be met with mirth but at least at the end of it all you can say you tried.

To family - Seeking to propose to Barbara, Strickler decides to ask someone dear to them both for permission due to their incredibly complicated background. A trio of toddlers act as witnesses oblivious to their big brother’s sass and plotting.

Parent conference day - Set post RotT, some memories are lingering in the form of dreams that once were, it just takes a chance encounter to start bringing sense to them.

Stricklake Baggage Babeyyyyyy - Walter Strickler is not an innocent changeling which is something Barbara is well aware of. The problem is sooner or later the question has to be asked no matter how scared you are of the reply: Did you kill Principal Levit?

Alternate Universe

"I'll Still be Here." - Once more falling into the “This isn’t technically AU but it doesn’t feel right to put it elsewhere somehow??” issue. Well before two boys will find an Amulet in the canals this is a reminder of how loved ones can be the best thing when anxiety brain gets ideas. Autistic Toby with a side order of Joby/Hammerhunter.

Daddy Issues - So Bular accidentally ended up adopting teeny Jim and it’s adorable.

The End Is the Beginning Is the End - After what should have been a fatal car accident Barbara is offered a choice: Perish or live by trading whatever her saviour decides. She might have thought it was the delusions of a dying mind but the consequences do not agree.

A Brief Reliving of Troll Lore - Camelot has gained unexpected time travelers darkening their doors except this is set in the 7th century and the journey home is going to be a whole lot rougher with survival just as important as preventing history being screwed up. This is a Jim centric fic.

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dickpuncherdraws · 3 years

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hey i wanted to send u an fyi abt smth! ur recent zukka art with them as princes is v pretty, but i noticed that sokka looks very red toned. that's a problem for how ppl usualy depict indigenous characters in art (same for how ppl draw asian characters yellow). i can see zuko also looks p warm in skin tone, so i dont think u meant to do that on purpose, but it is kinda noticible on sokka. it's smth to watch out for, and i thought you might want to know for future art. u hav a very nice art style, i hope u continue making good fanart <3

oh shit my bad. i usually go for warm and saturated colours for sokka so that he doesn’t end up looking washed out, but i understand how that can be misconstrued. i’ll keep a better eye out for it in the future

#anonymous #ask

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lordkassgnome · 7 years

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omfg i keep forgetting to post these so now theyre super oldddd but.,,, my first Conceptualizations of .,, a neosona.,,,,,,, theyre a ratty darigan aisha they like poetry and fireplaces and food., i’ll post sum newer art soon LMAO but heres this until then

#neopets #neotag #neoart #I HAV MORE RECENT DRAWINGS OF THEM... FRUM A FEW DAYS AGO #i hav so much stuff i havent posted tho smh im... the worst #these are actually frum my college application sketchbook fun fact . i did indeed get accepted . they saw my neopets fanart . fyora is good.

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crimson-rose15 · 4 years

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Until Dawn - Chapter 2

(A/N): ...Not gonna lie, I have no specific updating schedule. I’m sorry for having not established something like that yet...

Well, on a different subject, I wanted to ask you all something;

If anyone, and I mean ANYONE, wants to make fanart of any of my chapters to show me how you imagine things when you read it, or your favorite part of a chapter that you read? you can. I’d absolutely LOVE fanart for a story, and you’d be fully accredited for your work if you decided to do such a thing (no NSFW fanart please, despite there POSSIBLY being future NSFW chapters, okay? I’m asking as nicely as I possibly can, because I don’t want my story to be taken down/flagged (not sure if that’d ever happen, but I’ve never had a post flagged, either, so...I don’t know how that sort of thing works as it is. I’m just trying to be careful is all...))

Well, if you haven’t read Chapter One, here it is! (I’m gonna start putting “Previous” when it comes to previous chapters after this one, by the way.)

Now; let’s get into the story, shall we?

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As soon as the two walked through the door, John's jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

The outside of the Cabin was impressive, but the inside was even more so; a large, lavish living room that seemed to stretch throughout the front half of the inside of the cabin, a massive fireplace with soft leather couches and recliners around it, a pool table near the front window on the right while a dining table was on the left side of the house next to the other front window, twin staircases leading to the second floor within said living room with hallways that went further towards the back of the house as soon as you rounded the corners next to the balcony, and many, many rooms that lead to who knows where on both floors.

All in all, it looked both amazing, and expensive. How were they able to afford such a cabin for such a short vacation time?!

“Look who finally arrived!” Tyler’s voice rang out, John giving a small, sideways smile as he set his bags down, watching as Tyler walked up to him, both of them giving each other a short hug before stepping away, “It’s good to see that you two fuckers didn’t die on your way up here, or get distracted by one another, if you know what I mean.”

That’s when Tyler turned to Jaren, “Has he told you what he is yet?”

“Nope,” Jaren responded, shrugging, “Then again, I forgot to ask, so...”

“Everyone?” Evan’s voice rang out, everyone turning and falling silent, watching as he looked back over his shoulder at someone, said person nodding before he looked to everyone else again, “Now that we’re all here, I wanted to introduce you all to someone. Properly, that is.”

Evan stepped to the side, everyone watching as someone- they were male with shortish, raven-black hair, pale-ish skin tone, the bluest eyes that they had ever seen, and the same height as Evan- stepped up beside the Canadian Alpha, looking around at them all with an almost scared expression, hands at his sides, popping his knuckles in an anxious fashion while keeping his mouth shut. He was wearing a Rynx hoodie, blue jeans, and a pair of black-and-white sneakers.

It was almost obvious who it was, and only one other person in the room knew who it was, but they all wanted to hear Evan to say it before saying anything themselves.

“Everyone, this is Jonathan, or better known as H2O Delirious. He’s an Alpha, like me.”

Jaren tilted his head at his words, walking towards the older male, Del’s eyes widening as he took a step back, an audible breath leaving his lips before looking to Evan, who was looking at him with calm, understanding eyes before nodding, Del saying nothing as he let Jaren walk up to him, the younger Omega looking at him with curious eyes before holding his hand out.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Jaren spoke calmly, giving a small smile, “I promise we’re not as scary as we may seem. You can be yourself while you’re here, and no one will judge you, we promise.”

Jon nodded, hesitating as he reached out before finally taking Jaren’s hand, shaking it before letting go, looking down at the floor between before looking up and around again, Jaren backing away slowly as he did.

“H-hi everyone,” Jon finally spoke, raising his hand and giving a small wave, “T-thanks for hav- thanks for letting me be h-here.”

“You already knew that I was gonna drag your ass here if you didn’t come when Evan invited you, Delirious,” Luke’s voice rang out, everyone watching as the Alpha walked up to his basically brother, slinging an arm around his shoulder, “You needed to get out of your house, ya hermit.”

“Hey! I’m no- I’m not a hermit! shuch up!” Del spoke, glowering at Luke, “I-I do things! I gets out of my house and do stuff, you just- I just don’t tell yous!”

Everyone gave a small laugh at the two’s conversation before slowly beginning to introduce themselves properly to Del, John choosing to walk over to the nearest couch and sit down instead, watching everything happen.

“Don’t fall asleep on us, John,” Anthony’s voice rang out, John turning and watching as the larger male sat down beside him, “We’re all gonna head out at sunset to hang out until dark so that we can watch the northern lights. They’re supposed to appear over this area tonight, and none of us wanna miss them.”

John groaned, leaning his head back against the couch, closing his eyes.

“I wasn’t told about going outside for any amount of time,” He spoke with a sigh, “Let me guess; Jaren was supposed to tell me?”

“yeah, actually,” Anthony spoke, John turning his head, opening his eyes as he looked at him, “We texted him to tell you about it. Maybe he just forgot to tell you?”

“Nope,” Jaren spoke, plopping himself down on John’s lap, John having barely any time to react as he did, the Omega giving Anthony an unreadable look, “I didn’t forget; I just wanted to surprise him, but it looks like you beat me to it, Anthony.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t- “

“It’s alright, I didn’t tell anyone I wanted to surprise him, so no one knew. I’m not mad at you over something you didn’t know not to do, I promise.”

“Why are you on my lap?” John asked, Jaren looking at him as he did, “I’m not a seat, you know; there’s space on the couch to sit on.”

“Cause you’re more comfortable than the couch, and plus...” Jaren leaned closer, “...Maybe if I sit here long enough, I’ll be able to--”

“Hey,” Evan’s voice rang out, all three John, Jaren, and Anthony turning and watching as the Canadian Alpha walked up to them, Delirious half-hiding behind him, “Del wanted to meet you properly, Kryoz. Is that okay?”

John tapped Jaren’s thigh, the Omega getting off him before he stood up, looking at the other Jon, holding his hand out.

“Sorry for not coming to you. I was kind of uh, distracted, if you couldn’t tell,” John spoke, Jaren glaring at him as he did, “I’m the other John. You can call me Kryoz if that’s easier for you, though.”

Delirious nodded, shaking his hand briefly before they let go of one another, Evan looking to John as soon as their interaction was over.

“I know you’re not exactly someone who takes favors, but do you think you could--”

“What the hell!” Mini’s voice rang out, John turning, watching as Tyler chased after David, John snagging Jaren out of their path before he could be ran over, the Omega yelping softly at the feeling of his body being moved and spun against his will, his face being pressed into John’s chest, a growl leaving John’s lips while he glared at the Alpha’s that ran past them and up the stairs, the Irish Alpha letting out a noise of fear as he almost stumbled, Tyler nearly catching him, Mini rolling his eyes at their actions.

“NO RUNNING IN THE HOUSE!” Mini yelled, getting ignored before he turned his attention to Lui, who had his hand over his mouth as he tried to stifle a laugh, “Why is Tyler after David?”

“David told him that if he could catch him, he’d let him humiliate him in any way that he wanted to as long as it wasn’t TOO inappropriate,” Lui spoke, giggling, “Tyler told him that he was gonna draw a dick on his face to start with, but he didn’t say what he’d do after that, so...David just kind of took off running.”

Mini rolled his eyes at such a childish statement, turning his attention to those who had almost been ran over, his eyes widening at the...now awkward, position they were currently in.

“Uh...” Jaren spoke, his face heating up as he stood up properly, John instantly releasing him, a blush becoming visible on his face as he realized what he had done, “...Thanks, John.”

“Yeah, no problem,” John spoke, clearing his throat as he turned back to Evan, “What was that about doing something before Speedy Gonzales and his buddy ran by us?”

“Well, not at the moment, obviously, but whenever you could, do you think that you could help me with stuff around the cabin? Delirious will be there to help, but I just thought that an extra hand couldn’t hurt. Plus it would give you a chance to get to know Delirious a little better outside of just recording videos with him, if that makes sense.”

John nodded, Evan sighing as he turned, watching as the two Alpha’s rushed downstairs, his eyes flashing gold as he narrowed them, growling loudly.

“HEY!” Evan yelled, Daithi stopping dead in his tracks at his tone of voice while Tyler barrelled into the now still male, both of them falling to the floor with a shout, Evan shaking his head at their actions, “Can you two PLEASE wait to chase each other OUTSIDE, where there isn’t anything that you two could possibly BREAK?”

“Fuck off!” Tyler growled at him as he pinned Daithi down, forcing his struggling to cease while also glaring at Evan, “We weren’t gonna break anything, and you know it! loosen up, Evan! we’re all here to relax and have fun, after all, and that’s what we were doing, was having fun!”

“I didn’t stutter,” Evan growled, his eyes now a solid gold as he walked over to Tyler and Daithi, Tyler giving an equally intimidating stare back with icy blue eyes, not afraid of the Canadian Alpha, or his words, “If you’re gonna chase one another, take it outside. Please.”

“Let’s take our stuff up to our rooms while Evan has them distracted,” Jaren whispered to John, the older male nodding before they walked over to their bags by the door, picking them up, “I think our rooms are upstairs- “

“Furthest rooms down the hall on the left,” Evan spoke without looking at them, “Right next to one another.”

Neither said anything, instead walking silently past the now tense situation that was now happening between Tyler and Evan, leaving them to figure it out while everyone else simply watched, not wanting to get involved in the somewhat pride-filled struggle between the two, know that Tyler wasn’t gonna listen to Evan unless absolutely necessary while also knowing that Evan wouldn’t budge until he did.

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(A/N): Here ye go. Here’s chapter two. Is it good? bad? meh?

Also; I’d like anyone who wants to, to go follow my Instagram, (crimson_rose15). It doesn’t necessarily have story updates, but I do post art that I make over there, so if you wanted to check it out? you could. I also have Twitter (Crimson_Rose_15), Wattpad (CrimsonRose15), and Pinterest (CrimsonWolf15). I have other things, buuut I don’t wanna share them unless I know you guys enough to directly message them to you. Lol.

Love all my Readers!

#Until Dawn Chapter Two #chapter two #story #my story #fanfic #bbs fanfic #krii7y #Kryoz #SMii7Y

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red3ay · 4 years

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Artist Appreciation Day 1 ✩ A dedication to @frey_leong . . Okay, this artist appreciation thing is just a challenge I’m doing to draw something for 7 artists for the entire week. I should hav finished this yesterday but I cried a lot when I read KNY chap200 and I was tired 🌚 . SO! This is Frey’s OC and I wanna appreciate her for giving me a chance to be her friend despite me just suddenly reaching out to her one random day 😂 I’m no where near her level of watercoloring skills so this may not look that good 🙃 Thanks Frey for chatting wif this gurl and I hope you can do well in ur college life~ Hopefully we can meet up irl in the future 🤟🏻 . . . . . #art #artwork #draw #drawing #illustration #traditionalart #myart #watercolor #watercolour #painting #instaart #artistoninstagram #aesthetic #artistappreciation #fanart #oc #notmyoc #anime #kawaii #uwu #barelysurviving #red3ay https://www.instagram.com/p/B-YeNHhF0xg/?igshid=1cbq9fhh33kae

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vivithefolle · 6 years

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Why I headcanon Hermione as white, an essay by me

I’ve been told to post this as an individual post since apparently I was making good points - so here ya go. Please don’t bake me into Dementor cookies.

Okay, so I never thought of Hermione as being anything but white, because in the books there are a few lines that describe her has having pale skin; however “going pale” is also a euphemism for being afraid. Same as “going green” is a euphemism for sickness.

However, I never thought of Hermione as anything but a British white girl because of her lack of reaction to the word “Mudblood”.

Okay so now I’m gonna dig myself a grave because people will accuse me of racism, but hear me out on this one. To be clear: I don’t mind fanarts of Hermione or Harry with varied skin colors. Hell, draw and interpret canon in any way you want, buddy, it’s your interpretation and it’s awesome! But when I write about Hermione and Harry, in my mind’s eye, I envision them as your average caucasian kid.

Below are my explanations for it. You’re free to disagree or call me out, but please read them first before you condemn me to twelve years in Azkaban.

When Hermione is being called a Mudblood, she doesn’t react. She understands that it’s an insult but she doesn’t seem to grasp its actual meaning, even after she’s learned what it’s for, and as the series progresses, she still doesn’t react to it. She mostly tries to keep Ron from beating Malfoy into a pulp over it.

Now, this behaviour doesn’t strike me as that of a socially inept, extremely opinionated and argumentative, very bossy young woman.

I mean. Would Hermione be the sort to let herself be insulted without doing anything about it? She replies to Pansy Parkinson’s cruel barbs by comments of her own. She defends herself when she’s being called out by her friends. She has no problem insulting Ron when she thinks he’s being insensitive. Rita Skeeter talks shit about her and she ends up locked in a jar for a week!! But have Malfoy call her “Mudblood” and she remains silent, at least until the sixth book.

What if it wasn’t because she’s used to racism, but on the contrary because she doesn’t know how to handle it, because she’s never experienced it?

I mean, had Hermione ever gotten grief over her skin colour, she’d be outraged and disappointed that this ideal, magical new world, that she would consider an outlet from the racist bullies back home, had actually its own form of racism, right?

Seeing her reactions to being called a racial slur, Hermione doesn’t strike me as a person who experienced racism - it’s because she’s not used to it, because to her it’s isn’t someone insulting her heritage; rather, it’s just some bully calling her an insult that feels distant and faraway to her.

For example. I once got called a whore. I’m asexual, I’ve never dated anyone, and never once dressed in anything that could be considered as remotely risqué. Still I got called a whore. And it mostly left me a bit confused rather than offended, because I knew that if there was a word to use to qualify me, “whore” would definitely not be one. (For the curious ones, the guy called me a whore because of my lifelong obsession with Pokémon. Yes, I fail to see the logic as well.)

So when Hermione hears someone call her a Mudblood, she doesn’t really registers the word as being a racist comment, instead she considers it some trivial, playground-level insult. It’s exactly why Ron gets so angry and protective on her behalf: because she should be offended by such a slur, and she isn’t. Anyway, that’s always how I’ve read it.

Also, her comment on horses when she talks about Firenze. Now I know that people of color can be racist as well, but she says it so… casually, so flippantly. It’d strike me as odd that someone so sensitive to the plight of creatures seen as “subhuman” would be able to say something like that without understanding the implications… Unless she has no idea that referring to centaurs as “horses” is an extremely offensive thing to do, because she doesn’t realize how racist it sounds, because she herself has never heard someone, say, call her “a monkey” for being black.

And you know, I think that having Hermione as a white girl isn’t so bad, come to think of it. My opinion is probably going to come off as controversial but I really, really want to voice it.

We have Harry, Ron and Hermione, a set of three characters, all from different backgrounds, and all privileged in different ways.

For Harry, it’s fame and fortune. Being the Boy-Who-Lived, no matter how much he may complain about it, is something that puts him ‘above the rest’. It allows him to get away with ballooning up Aunt Marge because Fudge won’t have the Saviour of Wizarding Britain in prison over something as minuscule as one tiny breach of the Statute of Secrecy - yes, it’s sarcasm. The point is: Harry’s status as Boy-Who-Lived may cause him grief, but it certainly comes with a few perks.

Ron’s privilege is, of course, his blood status. Being a pureblood is valued among the magical community and could even make some Death Eaters think twice before killing you. I think Voldemort would want to preserve as much of the Sacred Twenty-Eight’s bloodlines, considering how few there are left. (and yes, I have my own headcanon for how exactly he’d keep them alive. Wait for it…)

Hermione’s privilege is, quite simply, her normal, comfortable life in the Muggle world. A life where nobody looks down on her origins; a life where she never had to experience a war and its aftermaths; a life where she might feel a bit the outcast due to her brains and accidental magic, but would you rather be an outcast and live, or be considered “impure” and be killed without a second thought?

So, each member of the trio has some form of privilege, and it’s counterbalanced by a lack of privilege somewhere else. The ironic thing is that it’s usually the privilege of another one of them!

Harry’s, we all know: not everyone can be raised in a loving, accepting home like Hermione and Ron do, and it hits him full force with the Dursleys. For all his money and fame, Harry lacks a true, warm family (luckily Ron is quick to offer him one). And even if he can see the Weasleys every summer, he still has to return to Privet Drive and be reminded for a few weeks that yes, these arseholes he’s forced to live with are his only still living relatives.

The Weasleys’ poverty is evidently one of the ways Ron lacks privilege, but the very thing that is considered a privilege in the magical community turns out to be a double-edged sword; being a blood traitor, in dear Bella’s own words, is “right next to being a Mudblood”. Now, I mentioned I had a headcanon for how Voldemort might try to keep the old bloodlines running? Well, even though they’re blood traitors, the blood’s still pure, right? You’d just need them to stop supporting these pesky Muggleborns… you could have one of them conceive an heir, a perfect blank slate whom you’d teach all about blood purity… Now wouldn’t that be convenient? (I am aware that this headcanon is absolutely horrifying and I’m sorry I ever came up with it. I was just thinking of what Molly might have said to try and stop Ron from going on the run in DH, and suddenly this popped into my head and I was like “oh this is so awful!… it’s perfect”.)

And finally, Hermione’s lack of privilege solely resides in the Wizarding World she loves so much, and is probably what she considers the only downside to her being a witch: the fact that she’s looked down upon by blood supremacists who hold on to archaic views, and sadly these guys are from rich families and have influence over several important people… since they can bribe the less morally sound, it makes them much more dangerous than a couple of penniless drunkards shouting abuse in the street.

Making Hermione into someone who’s been dealing with racism her whole life instead of giving her this comfortable, safe home to return to - it breaks the delicate balance of privilege / lack of privilege in the trio.

I personally think that Hermione’s character is much more interesting if you make her come into the Wizarding World as this wide-eyed little kid who’s already persuaded she knows everything and that she’ll be hailed as a prodigy, only to have her understand that, just as respect is not something you’re entitled to, but something you have to earn - that’s the first lesson she’ll learn from Ron - there are also people who just won’t respect you because they’re prejudiced little buggers - and that’s where Malfoy comes in (and sorry but he’s just here to be a disgusting bigot, not to be redeemed by Hermione’s luuuuurve).

I get it, the the whole “Hermione is discriminated in both worlds” theme makes her a very tragic character… But that’s exactly the problem. If you take away Hermione’s privilege, it ends up being “the terrible, tragic, angsty tale of Hermione Granger, woe is her”, and she ends up in a position where people will just throw her a gigantic pity-party.

The trio’s characters are carefully balanced, and making Hermione a victim of racism in both Muggle and magical worlds ends up screwing over the remaining two by putting more woes on Hermione’s shoulders. Making Harry a victim of racism as well does the exact same thing - and I’d argue it makes it worse, because Ron-bashers are already very eager to scream “omg so wha t if he doezn’t hav moneys he complain for nuthing what a t erribl e freind” and to completely disregard Ron’s struggles… so add discriminated, rejected-by-both-worlds Harry and Hermione into this mix and Ron’s issues would be downright ignored in favour of Harry’s and Hermione’s, who would seem to have “more misery” on their plates compared to him, at least in a purely mathematical sense (the argument being that “more issues to deal with = more misery”).

Okay, you’re still with me, you haven’t unfollowed me, and you’re not completely outraged at my reasoning? Then let me tell you again: I don’t care about the characters’ skin color, and you can interpret them any way you want. Make Harry have Asian ancestry or have Hermione be a black woman, be creative, have fun. This is the way I see the characters and the way I interpret them, and my own reasoning for doing so. A trio is a balancing act and must be carefully constructed so there is equilibrium on every side. Add or substract something and it all tips over. It’s the main reason why the trio is so unrecognizable in the movies, with a Harry as bland as canned soup, a Ron turned into both a joke and dead weight, and a Hermione as realistic as a turtle dancing the boogie on ice-skates.

The triangle is the most stable geometric figure. Without Harry, Ron and Hermione have no purpose (besides falling in love and living happily ever after of course). Without Hermione, Harry and Ron manage but lose a great deal of time, and then it might be too late for them to save the day. And without Ron… Harry and Hermione are downright unable to function, kind of like a horse with a broken leg.

Why do you think Rowling had created only three different wand cores at first? Or why Harry, Ron and Hermione present some qualities from Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff respectively? (yes, I associated Ron to Ravenclaw, because Rowena wanted “wit beyond measure” and Ron has wit in spades, and Hufflepuffs are known to be hard-working, which fits Hermione’s work ethic perfectly) Or why there are three Hallows, and why each member of the trio picks a different one? It’s all for the sake of the balancing act. A duo is made of opposites. A trio is made of complementarities.

… Well, this turned into an impromptu lecture on literature. I hope this’ll help you if you ever need to create your very own trio of heroes.

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