#this is more sketchy than anything but it took so long to draw????
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THE BEST FRIEND
ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: perhaps you shouldn’t have waited so long.
ꨄ. CONTENT WARNINGS: unrequited love, mostly angst, hurt & some sort of comfort? best friends trope, one mention of murder at the beginning, a little bit of baji x reader
bold italic quotes = letter excerpts
PROLOGUE. | SERIES MASTERLIST.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.
“it’s impossible for anyone not to love you. has anyone ever told you that?”
there were times in which even a district like shibuya — always vibrant and full of life — was eerily quiet and void of people.
people you’d want to be around with, at least. people who made you feel safe roaming the streets at this hour. right now, you didn’t feel all too comfortable walking past streets with alleyways looking awfully sketchy.
every tiny sound made you walk faster than before, it be a cat scratching at a trashcan, a breeze howling against buildings, or leaves crunching under your shoes. you just wanted to get this over with and head back home into your trusted four walls.
you grunted as your ran face-first into someone you hadn’t seen, which you wanted to blame your terrible night vision for.
the figure didn’t move and you tried to stay calm. you uttered an apology and tried to rush past them, careful not to draw too much attention.
maybe they were just minding their own business. they didn’t have to be a murderer or anything.
“you shouldn’t be out here by yourself at this time,” the person suddenly called out. you halted. “someone got murdered right over there two days ago.”
the shiver that ran down your spine at the husky words was inevitable, your eyes darting over to where he pointed to show you the place was just a couple feet away from where you were standing. it didn’t help that the boy said it with so little emotion.
“thanks for telling me… i just really need to drop by at the nearest local duty pharmacy,” you responded. under the halfway functioning street light, you recognized a very tall boy, perhaps around your age, so 15 or 16 years of age.
the dragon tattoo on the side of his head drew your attention. it didn’t necessarily elicit bad thoughts, it just looked very unique.
“i’ll accompany you.” his offer took you by surprise; it wasn’t like you had been used to others being nice to you before. when he continued walking towards your destination, you quickly joined him, barely able to catch up with his long strides.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.
“how could a person be a best friend, mentor, older brother and father all at the same time? you made the impossible possible.”
hanging out with the boys was exhausting, to say the least. there wasn’t anyone you particularly disliked, but they could be a lot. you didn’t really mind that they were all part of a gang, all that mattered to you was that none of them had ever made a move to hurt you or others.
“i’m saying, that’s not how you solve that question!”
rolling your eyes at the first division commander discussing with you, you threw your arms in the air. you were currently all lounging off in the warehouse, with you having joined them after they had finished a meeting.
draken always insisted on you never, ever joining a meeting of the tokyo manji gang. he would never want you to get involved with their business.
“baji, are you seriously telling me i’m in the wrong?” you shoved your purple flip phone out of the pocket of your school uniform skirt, unlocking it to click onto the calculator function. “you must be stupid if you think that three times 24 is 72–”
the whole warehouse went quiet after that. blood rushed to your face, your entire head and ears feeling steaming hot as the brunette started laughing at you. the others were too immersed in their own thoughts to listen.
“who’s the stupid one now?” bending down to your height, baji flashed you his cocky smirk, revealing sharp canines. your eyes stung with tears of humiliation.
before he could tease you a little more, because you were so easy to tease, a hand shoved the boy with long hair back to create a distance between you and him. it was him.
“baji, that’s enough.” draken’s firm voice made said boy shrug and back off. “it’s just a dumb mathematical equation.”
when you sniffled and crossed your arms in front of your chest, turning away deliberately to hide your embarrassed self from the others, a palm settled on the top of your head.
looking up, you saw draken grinning down at you ever so gently.
“don’t worry about it, everyone makes mistakes.”
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.
“i failed to tell you. i thought my actions would be enough to prove what i felt. perhaps you knew all along, but decided not to talk about it. you were always thoughtful and considerate. but i wasn’t special.”
it was a gloomy day for you today. you were excited to see draken, putting in a lot of effort while getting ready and wearing one of your best outfits, just to see that he hadn’t joined the otherd at the usual group hangout today.
“wasn’t it emma’s birthday today?” mitsuya recalled. mikey wasn’t there either. unbeknownst to you, baji’s eyes wandered to look at how you’d react.
as someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, you were terrible at masking how you felt. he didn’t miss the way your face fell.
draken and emma were always close to each other. of course they were, as her brother and draken have been inseparable since middle school. you couldn’t compare to her. you’d just met him not even two years ago.
you were slowly realizing that despite him doing a lot for you and always being there for you, you perhaps didn’t mean as much to him as emma did.
after all, draken was nice to everyone.
“someone’s grumpy,” baji commented slyly, and this time, you didn’t have it in you to bicker with him. this time, there was no draken to tell him to stop either.
the two missing blondes joined you hours later, with mikey nudging his taller vice’s side teasingly while talking about how sly kenny was for having found that plushie emma had wanted for the longest time.
it made your mood even more sour than it already was, and you pondered about an excuse to leave, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and forget about it.
forget about your stupid feelings for someone whose heart was already taken, and who saw you as nothing more than a friend.
“hey (f/n), that’s a pretty outfit,” mikey commented, “you going somewhere?” draken glanced down at you curiously while you forced a tight-lipped smile on your face. you inwardly thanked the leader of toman for saving you like this.
“yeah. i’ll see you guys.”
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.
“would things have been different if i’d just confessed to you while i still had the time? it would have been selfish. she was the first to know and love you, after all.”
ken and mikey had dropped out of high school at 17. they had big plans of opening a workshop for cars and motorcycles. by the time you graduated high school, they already had their small, cozy shop. toman was no more, and everything was well.
objectively speaking, it was. but subjectively? you weren’t too sure about that.
by the time you entered the italian restaurant, the table that caught your eyes was already pretty crowded. it wasn’t a surprise anymore, you were always late, after all.
too late. those two words echoed in your head as you looked at emma and draken sitting next to each other, her blushing feverishly when he removed something from her hair.
that could have been you.
“let’s go.” hearing baji’s voice behind you surprised you, and even more did it to feel his hand on your back, guiding you towards the table. as much as he was a jerk, you didn’t believe he did it out of ill intent to humiliate you.
the hours went by, and you had all eaten to your hearts’ content, now exchanging light jokes and future aspirations to one another. emma mentioned wanting to be a housewife, and the ken getting married to her made you want to throw up everything you’d eaten today.
“how about you?” mitsuya asked you, who had talked the least tonight. “any plans for college?” you smiled awkwardly when you felt draken’s eyes on you.
he had always wanted you to go all the way with your education, having supported you whenever he could. you were more than thankful for that.
“i actually got an admission for law in osaka.” the blonde sitting right across from you smiled so brightly, and you were sure it would have made you melt if emma didn’t have her head on his shoulder.
it was almost childish how you had tried to interpret every single of draken’s actions as a possible chance for something to develop between you two. your chances were long gone.
you had never stood one to begin with.
“i knew you could do it! you were always a smart girl.”
his compliment made you feel worse than it should have.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.
“you told me to go and pursue my dreams. i knew that if you had told me to stay, i would have. how idiotic of me, right? i ended up leaving and letting you slip from my grasp without you ever having been in it.”
after moving away for college, you hardly visited tokyo anymore. and to be quite honest, you preferred that. it was good to stay away from the source of what had drained you for so long.
draken hadn’t taken advantage of your feelings for him, no. he was the last person on earth who’d be willing to do that. but that didn’t mean it hurt any less to be trapped in a web of unrequited love.
you were in your fourth year of law school when an invitation laid in your mailbox. you just knew from the second you looked at the envelope without even opening it. it was exactly what you’d anticipated it to be.
a marriage invitation, for you to join ken ryuguji and emma sano for the most important day of their lives. you stood in front of the mailbox, staring at the piece of pretty paper for at least twenty minutes, as if it was ever going to change.
he was going to get married. not to you.
all of your dreams of walking down the aisle in a pretty, white dress, approaching him with his sweet smile, crushed to bits and pieces.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.
“i have never wished you anything else but happiness, and i still do. she makes you happy, and that’s all i could have ever asked for. i saw it in your eyes that day. you never looked at me like that.”
the wedding reception was nothing short of beautiful. catered to everyone’s tastes, it left nothing to the imagination.
the wedding of your dreams had always looked like this.
it was bittersweet how another woman was going to live that dream to the fullest, with the man of your dreams, at that.
thankfully, you weren’t left alone with your thoughts while you waited for the couple to come to the rented hall after they would get lawfully wedded. mitsuya and his sisters kept you company, making sure to recommend you everything they had tried at the enormous buffet.
“pretty sure they’re coming now,” mitsuya informed you as he stared at his wristwatch. you gulped and looked into your glass of soda.
oh what you wouldn’t have given to be in her shoes, taking on his last name… waking up next to him every single day, having his children.
you felt absolutely and utterly horrible. like all those years you’d spent away from this had caught up to you, leaving you to drown in your unrequited feelings.
before you could excuse yourself to the bathroom and ruin your perfectly done makeup by indulging in a five-minute breakdown, you were stopped by a hand finding your shoulder. it felt as if life was sucker-punching you in the gut once again.
“hey, baji.” your voice was low, and you didn’t notice mitsuya leading his sisters away from the table. his formerly wild, brown hair was much shorter now, tied up in a ponytail, and he wore a dark gray tuxedo.
when he opened his mouth, you shook your head. “i can’t take any teasing today. i mean it.”
your words weren’t even harsh, you just sounded exhausted. his grin disappeared, soon replaced by a frown. “i’m aware,” baji stated, “i couldn’t have attended if i was you.”
with a raised brow, you stared at him to explain what he meant. “i’ve known since back then.” you looked down, pursing your lips to stop them from trembling and giving it all away. you were asking to change the topic until the two would enter through the door and make your mood plummet entirely.
baji knew you better than you could have guessed. so this time, instead of poking fun at you, he actually tried to make you feel better
“by the way, i’m moving to osaka for med school for the next semester. i finally got in.”
it still stung when you saw draken and emma entering the hall hand-in-hand. you couldn’t compare that sting to any other kind of physical pain you’d endured in your life, it felt worse than broken limbs or a cut that needed to be stitched.
but he was happy, the way you never saw him be. he had never smiled as purely as he did when he danced with his wife, kissing the back of her hand that now adorned a ring to bind them to each other forever.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.
“i’m sending this letter even after it all. even though i know i’m too late. don’t get me wrong, i have deliberately not added your new address. you will never get this letter. this is just for myself, to liberate what i’d held onto for multiple years.”
you picked up the call after one shrill ring, holding your phone against your ear while your eyes were plastered on the tv. it was your episode today, dealing with your letter.
the show was muted so you could hear exactly what you’d hear on the phone. with a deep breath, you spoke first. “hello?”
“good evening, miss! we are very excited to be hosting you on today’s show for TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE!” on the screen, you saw the main host move her mouth with a smile plastered on her perfect face.
you sat down on your couch, taking another deep breath. “thank you for having me,” you responded, “i can already guess what you are going to ask me.”
you heard sweet laughter from the two hosts while you were busy picking at a dried scab on your thumb. this was making you more nervous than you’d wished it to.
“if that’s the case, then we would love to hear your thoughts,” spoke the co-host, “our audience is very excited to learn about your motives and what exactly has made you not put an address for the letter to be shipped to!”
the camera angle was switched to show multiple rows of people of all ages sitting and awaiting your response. it made your throat go dry.
“i have made this decision because,” you looked away from the screen, “they have found someone else. and they are very happy.”
the hosts showed faces of surprise. for a second, you wondered why you’d even done this to begin with. but it felt too relieving to speak about this for a bunch of strangers to listen. it felt too relieving to hang up now when you were so close to just letting things go.
“which was why i just wanted to send this letter to… get rid of it. to be able to live on and stop holding onto those feelings that are never going to be reciprocated.” you had no idea if the words you were saying made any sense to them, but to you, they did. they made perfect sense to you, and they described exactly how you felt.
“that is very mature, and we admire you for having collected the courage to take this step.” the host clapped her hands, obviously looking moved. “love isn’t all about having happy endings together, right? sometimes, it means to let go. for their, and for our own happiness.”
hanging up not long after, you sank back in your couch and chuckled to yourself. this wasn’t so bad. in fact, you haven’t felt as good as you did right now in a while.
when the door to your apartment unlocked, you watched a mop of brown hair appear in your peripheral. the smile on your face only went brighter.
“i’m home. did i miss it?”
“just did. let’s rewatch it together, kei.”
“i wouldn’t have it any other way, because it was thanks to you that i found my own happiness, too.”
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.
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Hi!!
Here's two pages of sketchy drawings of Queen River and baby Bowser bonding I did for @raysbrainrot! I loved drawing it, thank you very much!!
(Here's my commission info btw!)
Also, here's a few points that I think are nice to say but didn't fit in the drawings :''v (I have so many thoughts of them hepl 🧍)
-Queen River tried to sew a bib for baby Bowser bc he was drooling everywhere and of course she could buy them the nicest bibs in the whole kingdom and all- but she wanted for it to be special. She knew that many koopa mothers usually made clothes (only when needed because koopas don't really use clothes but babies sometimes need them) or accessories for their koopalings, so she tried that too.
>Thing is, she's much bigger compared to her own baby, and she struggled a lot to sew Bowser's name on the tiny cloth, she used no more than five stitches for each letter and even then she didn't account for the space needed, so all she could put there was 'BOWS' with a crooked S.
>She was embarrassed as hell when Kamek asked what was it that had her so upset and she showed him the sewn bib while he looked at it and she covered her face in shame, he started to laugh- and then the drawing happened and that.
>Kamek started almost always dressing baby Bowser in that bib, and soon the nickname 'Bows' stuck for a while, until the queen died and from then on Kamek started calling him Bowser or 'little prince' or 'your *insert current emotion*-ness' solely, bc it was the queen who (without meaning to) gave Bowser the nickname, and it was like a reminder that she wasn't there anymore. With time, the nickname faded into forgetfulness, and no one ever called the koopa prince that anymore.
-Btw remember that baby Bowser had like they/them pronouns mostly bc they didn't have idea if the baby was boy or girl 🧍something about royal koopas idk
-When Kamek told Luigi of all he could remember of the queen and Bowser bonding, there was a very clear fondness in the way he remembered her, even after so many years (Bowser's like thirty-and-a-few years old, so it has been so long ago), and that's another part Luigi thought was very adorable, aside from the mom and baby.
-I imagine babies marvel at the fact that there's a very big being taking care of them, so imagine baby Bowser also thought so of the very big koopa that always was very sweet and congratulated him even when he didn't do anything and cuddled him very lovingly- and then one day she wasn't there anymore and it felt like he lost a part of himself (I can't remember when is it that babies realize their mom isn't a part of themselves?? But :''''v), even if the other being that took such good care of him (dada) was still there, he cried a lot because the main one (mama) wasn't there anymore and no matter how much they called her she didn't come to comfort them.
That's all pipipi :'v I love them
Addition!
-After Queen River's death her portraits and pictures had to be taken down in the whole castle (maybe except the one in Kamek's room, which he looked at very sadly-) because baby Bowser kept seeing them and getting excited and making grabby hands to the portraits to reach them, and then they'd get sad and would cry when the paintings obviously didn't reach back for them. Kammy and Kamek (with a big pain in their heart) had the paintings and any art representing the queen to be taken down, so the prince wouldn't see them. That's also why Bowser started forgetting about her very quickly, and then they didn't get sad nor missed their mom 👍 cries
#super mario bros#my art#commissions#queen river#bowser koopa#kamek#for real i loved this bc akjdsakd :'''v#i love her so much i'm glad i got commissioned to draw her jiji
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u guys wanna see more WIPs... similar to the last post, here are Some WIPs
all of these were started in sai before going on to procreate. before going back to sai again in the case of the strength card
so Blue Sky/Out Of Time... yeah it’s extremely self-explanatory, it’s very obvious what this scene depicts and i’m sure everyone gets it (this is a joke i’ve had multiple people dm me asking wtf this even is). the one element that absolutely NEEDED to be there was the LED digital clock with a bullshit time on it, and i decided to replace it with an AIRE warning sign instead and put the LED readouts in the bg. the warning sign in this setting serves the purpose of informing ppl when there are hostile faeries around. i knew what the colours would be from the beginning, but it took a bit for me to realise what sort of shading style i wanted (it took forever). but i did know i wanted to contrast the very sketchy black void against the cleaner and almost cartoony/comic book style rest of the drawing, to emphasise the fact that the foreground sky and background void are made of two very different things. again i used a colour shifting brush to quickly make all the shards of sky different colours, but originally i planned to have some of the shards be dark or night time (with stars or the moon etc). unfortunately it didn’t work, it was too dark and pascal got lost against it.
My Eyes Are Up Here is pretty obviously the exact same scene with the same character, in the same field, but with a different sort of atmosphere. i sketched this in sai then did the final in procreate. originally it was going to have a black background
i really like this version tbh but the blue works better. i think he looks good against dark backgrounds where it’s kind of hard to see wtf is even happening there
so about the neon signs..... i’m well aware that the sketch has way more promise than what the final ultimately was, and that’s because i found that i didn’t have the technical or artistic ability to pull off the complex neon signs like i wanted to. i couldn’t get it looking good enough so i had to scrap them. but these signs will be back, i want to draw them properly and do them justice. the gif was unplanned too but i thought it would be fun to have the flicker be very intermittent so that if you scrolled past it you might not even realise, or you’d have to stick with it just to catch it looping. i used GIMP to make the gif and change the frame rate, and this actually took a very long time because i had to preview it over and over. anyway if you WERE to get lost in the púca’s field, in this story, you would see neon signs like this encouraging you to follow them.
Strength is actually the last drawing i ever made that ended with a paint-over in sai, and the oldest drawing here. as such i actually don’t think it’s representative of my current ability but i do have a soft spot for it for sentimental reasons lol. the reason for the paint-over in sai was because i drew this at a time when i still did not trust procreate to be able to place the level of finish on it that i wanted
the background took me a thousand years to figure out. literally it was so annoying that i considered scrapping it for something simpler. but the idea was for it to be a kind of fairytale-ish lost in the woods sort of look while also appearing like the blood vessels around the human heart. the branches were also supposed to be heart-shaped in cross-section but i spent so long zoomed in painting them that i forgot to zoom out to see if all those fine details were actually visible, and it turned out they weren’t. i was disappointed that i couldn’t get félix’s tattoos to look right but that’s what i get for making a character with shit tons of both tattoos and body hair. i also got rid of the foreground branches really soon because they weren’t adding anything and muddied up the readability of his pose
the swan is from a daemon au and bears no relation to my other swan characters. i just like swans a lot
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Genuinely curious: how bad did jujutsu kaisen get (i dropped off prettyyyy early but i thought it had potential! And i heard great things about it! But now it's like...hmmm not so good 🗿)
I wouldn’t say it’s completely BOOTY (It’s still pretty decent actually even though I do complain a lot about my grievances that I have with it!) After the Shibuya incident (the arc is fucking amazing btw. Idk how far you’d gotten but the Hidden Inventory was also sick as well!!! Two of the best arcs back to back! Gege was absolutely feeling himself when he wrote these 😭) the writing had definitely begun to noticeably take a nosedive.
I remember Gege often getting sick, resulting in him having to take multiple hiatus after finishing up with Shibuya and it had even gotten to the point where he’d put out rushed chapters (he never used to do this so whenever he’d do so, it was pretty noticeable because his writing had always been pretty entertaining and fairly good (imo) up to this point…) and even incomplete chapters…. (When I first read that very specific, incomplete chapter, I legit thought that it had been drawn that way on purpose??? Like maybe it was drawn in a sketchy way for stylistic purposes! It was pretty cool to me at the time until I’d learned that he just couldn’t finish drawing the chapter and had to put it out as is… then this is where the hiatus had began. Because he’d take a break (great! His health is more important than anything after all) and then come back with half assed chapters from time to time? (I believe all of the breaks definitely effected the momentum that he’d built up for himself tbh. But I’m glad that he put himself first regardless.)
Enemy curse users during both the Colony and the Culling Game arcs felt more like “villains of the week,” over than anything else and were just there to be defeated by the MC’s and to extract little pieces of information at a time. Most of them didn’t even stand out all too much outside of a few. Incidents that took place throughout these two arcs felt completely pointless and added nothing to the story whatsoever. Then there’d be long stretches of time in between the story where important characters like for instance: Megumi and Yuuji, would be absent from the story for unnecessarily long periods of time for no reason at all because Gege’s pacing had begun to take a toll on the writing side of things???
There would be instances where important and genuinely EXCITING things would happen only for the story to go back to feeling like a bunch of nonsense again and then this would become a sort of rinse and repeat type of thing. Don’t even get me started on the Gojo VS Sukuna fight…… both my fucking head and heart still hurts over what happened if I’m being honest because HOLY SHIT, Gege fucking sucks 😭!!! How do you do THIS to such an important character in the series bro. It still doesn’t even feel right like. What was even the fucking POINT of this 3 month long ass fight 😭😭😭!???!? Quite a few other slightly major deaths were poorly executed as well… there’s just…. SO MANY INCONSISTENCIES and plot points that felt as if they were going to MATTER in the end; become important later on, only for them to end up not mattering at all…
The plot is still unfolding but UHHH… Also, depending on how far you’d gotten into reading or watching it, things do become extremely depressing after a certain point in the story like, the characters have not had a good time ever since the students played baseball with each other in that one episode/ manga chapter before ALL of the bullshit started 😭. Everyone is a wreck! Everything is a mess! What is the point!!! JJK is definitely misery porn. It excels in it.
#I’d still rec reading and watching it tho because it really is a fun series#it’s just#I feel like gege is really trying to rush to the ending of jjk rn or some shit because he’s just been writing any damn thing now 😭…#and he is getting his rocks off I just know it!!!#when jjk is good it’s GOOD!!!#the writing has just been pretty all over the place as of lately though#the pacing goes from stagnant to fast then back to stagnant then fast then normal a lot though#but again#these are problems mainly associated with literally everything after the shibuya arc#if you gave it another go you’d see what I mean but it’s not the worst#I feel like gege needs to pace himself better idk if his editors have been getting on his ass or what because I swear to god jjk was not#written so carelessly before#I’m so serious#tkf replies#b1uetrees
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Vidow Animatic Thoughts (pt 1)
I shall detail thought process etc. let’s go. It’s long. Under cut. Hit tumblr max image upload so this is three parts.
part 1 // part 2 // part 3
Animatic can be found here
Program: procreate dreams (it’s clunky but it works). This whole video took me something like 8 hours? Over the course of uhhh three days? Pretty quick.
Introduction
This is my first ever animatic, so when I began, I wanted to keep it simple. I chose my favorite pencil brush and like three colors (I later added one for emphasis). I had a couple specific scenes in mind, and I knew how I wanted the progression to go, but I winged most of it, shot by shot. The song does a good job of building up with a sort of three-act structure, so.
I referenced the castle from Breath of the Wild, but I didn’t stress too much about the details. The plan was to make it sketchy and quick. The beginning is mostly just things moving across the screen. I think that works, though, setting up the angsty mood and giving me room to expand later on. The first shot with Vio’s face is sort of meant to be a fake-out: you’re looking at him, but no he’s looking at a mirror, which is obvious when it cracks. Not sure if that came across but the cracks are very cool anyway.
This is also the first time you see white, which sort of represents change/time through the whole thing.
And then we see the first of Shadow, and he has his own color: black. He's a real drawing here (rather than black smoke or something) mostly to establish that black=Shadow.
Not much to say about the next bit, with the door and stuff dropping, I just wanted to make it clear that we’re in Vio’s bedroom at the end of a day.
And then he’s being dramatic about getting in bed. Mostly just to show that he’s tired and Haunted. Also I think it does work in establishing that this isn’t really Shadow’s doing. Whether or not he’s actually there doesn’t matter, because it’s Vio who thinks he does, and we’re seeing this from Vio’s perspective. He’s the one who can’t let Shadow go, so whether Shadow is actually haunting him like a ghost doesn’t matter.
Verse 1
SO first off, Vio is sad and has bad dreams. Well, good dreams. They're good, but they make him sad. Shadow shows up in black again, definitely part of the dream (further blurring the line between reality and delusion). Vio's in white in his dream, which doesn't happen anywhere else. If white represents change, then this is Past Vio, or the Vio That Vio Wishes He Was But Isn't. It's definitely memories of some kind, though, because white Vio's hair is short, where normal Vio has a long braid throughout.
We only see Shadow as more than an influence (by that I mean a shadow, a flash, a feeling) a few times, and this is the first. His presence is stronger in dreams and weaker in the reality that Vio lives in.
But the sun comes up and Vio is actually alone. White is the sun/light a lot here, meaning that time is passing. Vio's still brooding. (I really like that little "in the heat of the day" shot, the glint is in Vio's lower eyes which may hint at tears, but it's definitely not obvious yet.) I don't particularly LOVE that drawing of Vio braiding his hair, but it gets the point across. He can't stop thinking about Shadow, even as he goes about his day.
Chorus 1
This part hammers that in: Vio CAN'T stop thinking about Shadow and wallowing in his memories, it's driving him to distraction and failure. He's not moving on. It's right there in the lyrics: "I can never let you go." There's a reference to evil root beer as he's eating, distracted from Red (hi Red!) right beside him. He feels guilty, and can't shoot arrows without imagining himself hurting Shadow more. He still half-expects Shadow to be there for his discoveries. He feels watched, like Shadow should be there all the time, even when he isn't doing anything. He's brooding. Broody boy.
Interlude
Broody boy continues. Important: when he's walking to his room/the library/wherever books are, he's going right to left. I studied a couple videos of walk cycles to get those feet right, and they still aren't right, but I'm still impressed with myself! Also, apparently I now have a mental library of Gothic Windows. I thought that was a fun shot. Vio sure sighs a lot.
Verse 2
This verse is ramping things up and preparing for the turn.
"Nothing ever changes, so I've learned." I feel like this is quite a Vio statement to make. I don't think it's perfectly applicable—in this post-canon-adjacent AU, clearly the four of them are still separate people, which would be quite a change, but for Vio? I think it means that he's maybe a little upset that nobody else is grieving to the point of distraction. People are going about their lives, but every single step Vio takes is shadowed. (ba dum tish.)
The flower was a spur-of-the-moment decision, since I wanted something in the spot where the book was and didn't really want to just draw vague smoke again. But it ended up being thematic and calling back to a later moment in the video. And maybe it hints that Shadow might be showing his approval that Vio is at least trying to do what he loves (that is, reading books.)
And Vio's back in his room, surrounded by books. He's tried so hard to forget. He doesn't look particularly interested in what he's reading, and we know why. I tried to frame that "to forget" shot in a way that looks like he might be drowning in his own ambition, like he has all these books and he's just desperate that one of them will distract him or be a replacement for Shadow's influence in his life, which is quickly growing to dangerous levels...
Did Vio actually see Shadow here? Well, once again, it doesn't matter, because Vio thinks he did, thinks so hard that he throws himself to the ground. It doesn't injure him, but it doesn't take a fortune-teller to imagine that he might do something truly reckless if this keeps going. And Vio sees that, I think, here. He realizes that what he sees might not be real. He's in the "dark night of the soul" here, and actually cries, which is a big deal for his character. It's just two tears—white, if you'll notice—but it represents his hitting rock-bottom.
"And you've never loved me once" is maybe not the right line for this, I considered changing it to "you only loved me once" but I eventually decided to keep the line as it is in the song so there's minimal dissonance for the viewer. The song's story isn't quite the same as the one I'm pulling out here, but this line is the turning point in the song's story and in mine.
(continued in part 2!)
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MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!
I have finally opened my commissions! It took a bit to work out some kinks but I think I'm all good to go. My commissions are being held on Artistree, and I exclusively use that platform. I also only use PayPal to complete transactions. (Link at the bottom of the post - please read all of the information listed before you commission me.)
What types of commissions do you offer?
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Commissions Q&A
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Of course! I do plan to slowly start offering more commission types. Some more along the lines of NSFW, as I actually quite like to draw especially tasteful nudes. But for now, I'm really only offering what I know will be light on my current workload, as well as to just get me used to taking commissions professionally as a whole.
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Well, for a general sense, I will not draw: Complex armor, complex backgrounds, mecha, some kinks/fetishes (ask me), minors in sexual/nude/provocative situations, hateful rhetoric, heavy religious symbolism (ask me), situations with dubious/no consent, vehicles
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I noticed that your last two commission types have just a base price... what's up with that?
I describe it better on Artistree, but it's essentially an all in one package that has a level of customization with it. Which means that the base is already lined and colored, and nothing can be removed since it's a package. However, you can put add-ons, which you'll see on the request form.
What about discounts?
Again, something that I will do in the future. I'm actually planning on offering special discounts for those who support me on Patreon (which I have not opened yet, so don't go looking for it, lol), but that's a later on down the line type deal. Holidays and such will also have discounts, but it's something I'm not doing at the moment.
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Thinking about Robin HCs that I'll use for RP Purposes Here
Long post ahead! Just so I can keep things more consistent!
*Also heads up, not gonna roleplay anything regarding the Ubrothel and that one landfill event on this blog (when you fail to pay rent for yourself and Robin). Partly because I'm uncomfortable with those events and I haven't encountered them before.
💾 Someone said this blog has Y2K aesthetics with the windows theme that shows up on the computer format for the blog. Made me think about what year Robin would've been born in. Since they're 18 at the start of the game, I'm going with 2005-2006.
💾 Appearance wise, they have blue-greenish round eyes. They kind that can pull off the perfect puppy-dog eye expression. Very much Ghibli tears vibe. As for hair colour, most people draw them with brown hair, so I'm just going with that. Medium length, super fluffy hair that tends to get messy easily. They're also the type to tan easily if they stand in the sun for long enough. Cries when they get bad sun burns. In addition, they tend to bruise easily. Overall plump body type, but they have soft skin. Bordering on short height, but they're taller than Kylar.
💾 Clothing wise, they wear a lot of comfy and baggy clothing that tends to hide their figure. Like shirts and sweater with oversized sleeves and are long enough to go past their waist. Pants go past their feet and they have to be rolled up. Very basic colour palette, they're not the type to stand out. A lot of their clothing is second hand from the older orphans. Mix between Y2K and a bit of that Softboy aesthetic.
💾 Like in canon, there's orphans who say that Robin stays in their room a lot. So they're an awkward shut-in type, but not like Kylar levels of isolation. Part of it is that they just like to play video games a lot. Another part of it is that they like to be alone for long periods of time. Unless certain friends come by, then they enjoy their company.
💾 Robin gets all of their consoles from second hand sales. Like sketchy Facebook Market place sales and pawn shops. That's why they're able to sell those same consoles easily. They blog from their phone and a super slow laptop (inspired by my 7 year old windows laptop that took 15 minutes to turn on and heated up after 5 minutes of use). They used to own a DS as a child, but sold it along with their old DS games. Their Nintendo Switch has the worst switch drift and loses battery super quickly. Some of the younger orphans come into their room to play some games.
💾 History is their worst subject. In my playthroughs, they easily lose confidence during History Class. So they have issues with the memorization of important historical events and struggle with writing long essays.
💾 They got the idea to make a lemonade stand from countless TV shows. They're mildly successful with the help of some of their friends. Every Friday after school, they prepare by cutting and juicing a bunch of lemons along with buying enough sugar and water (but they always end up needing more water). An anon suggested trying to sell more flavours of lemonade, so they're looking into that.
💾 As it's the winter season right now, they're busy selling hot chocolate at the park on weekends. They use the powdered kind with water as it'd take too long to make it from scratch. Sells it in those little Styrofoam cups topped with very tiny marshmallows. (I know the game tells you to get milk for them, but fr fr they make the hot chocolate with water only because it's cheaper).
💾 Vrel stated that Robin is the best skilled LI in terms of cooking. If they weren't limited by money and supplies, they could start to sell food at their lemonade and hot chocolate stand. It would start with simple things like snack foods: cookies, chips, candied nuts, trail mix, and dried fruit. Over time, they'd get more and more attention as visitors realize how good their cooking is. If Robin wasn't running their stand, they'd likely become a chef at the Ocean Breeze Cafe without needing to fill buns up with their milk .
💾 In terms of relationships, they're on friendly terms with Sydney. They avoid Whitney as Robin is seen as an easy target for bullies due to their (currently) meek and anxious personality. As for Kylar, they don't share any classes together so they aren't close to each other.
💾 With any PCs and people that interact with this blog, I have decided to keep Robin out of any canon romantic relationship. But feel free to keep sending in those affectionate asks, I truly love responding to them.
💾 With that out of the way, it's canon that Robin is a virgin. I'm taking that a step further by saying they're so inexperienced that they have limited knowledge regarding sexual intercourse. But they're not as shy as Pure Sydney, just inexperienced that PC would be their first for everything romantic wise. They're already shy in general when it comes to platonic affection, so yeah... Of course, if they were to get in a relationship, they'd become more confidence and experienced over time.
That's all for now! I'll be coming up with a post about other things like appearance and some random headcanons that I think of!
Thanks for reading!
#degrees of lewdity#dol#dol robin#robin the orphan#//the one and probably only time I'll use the degrees of lewdity tag
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A Deal With a Demon - Part Three
Beetlejuice x fem!witch!reader (no use of y/n)
This Beetlejuice is closer to the musical version than the movie one, but there's a bit more specific stuff going on here. You can get the whole story in the first two chapters!
Rating: Explicit, NC-17, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!
Word Count: 6,700
Warnings: Sketchy ride share, description of a sex shop and sex toys, mentions of magic and witchcraft, hand jobs, grinding, unprotected piv, creampie, drug use.
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Geometry had never been your strongest gift.
Witches still participated in human society more than most other groups who had the ability to access magic, so they were expected to learn the basics about functioning in human society. Attending schools with humans was impractical, obviously, but most young witches gathered in groups to learn about human life.
Your geometry tutor had been extremely skilled in the field. She used her knowledge to design the most beautiful hexes and wards, ones that couldn’t be broken, no matter how strong an intruder’s magic was. You had scraped by with a low C and fled with absolutely zero intention of ever using geometry again. To your dismay, it cropped up occasionally in adult life and was always an unwelcome surprise.
At this particular moment, you were calculating the odds that the ride-share driver had angled the mirror in an attempt to look down your shirt. You really weren’t good at geometry, but your calculations were all coming up with the same unwelcome answer. With a flick of your fingers, you tilted the mirror back to its proper place and made sure it was stuck in that position.
The driver made a soft noise of confusion, which you ignored as you turned back toward the window again. Your magic had been as strong as ever after you had summoned the demon Beetlejuice. He hadn’t managed to siphon your magic - not that he had ever claimed to have intentions in that direction - and he hadn’t destroyed anything major in the three days you had let him roam the city. At least, nothing you had heard about.
He hadn’t followed through on his promise to send the right demon your way after you fulfilled your contract with him. The terms of that contract were that you would sleep with him, the standard cost of summoning a pleasure demon. Even though he hadn’t done everything he promised to, you still considered the encounter a net positive. Beetlejuice had been a good source of stress relief, and no one had found out about your time together. Several months had passed and you hadn’t gotten a single visit from the Council.
More importantly, summoning Beetlejuice had helped you figure out the angle of the rest of the spellbook’s potions, charms, and incantations. All of them had some kind of sexual bent to them, from aphrodesiacs to beauty charms. The money you had earned from selling them to the greater magical community had gone a long way toward settling your debts, which was how you could afford to get a ride instead of walking back from the coven’s headquarters.
Speaking of… You frowned as your eyes finally began tracking the passing scenery. Not only were you not nearly home, but you seemed to be traveling in the other direction. With a deliberate lack of worry, you settled back against the seat and studied the driver in the rearview mirror. His eyes flicked to you, but averted when he caught your gaze. Ill intentions, your intuition warned.
You shook your head, trying to decide exactly how badly you would curse him, but a garish storefront drew your attention back to the unfamiliar street passing by outside. It only took a moment to draw some conclusions and you spat out a few foul words.
The driver’s shoulders rose toward his ears, his voice far too casual as he asked, “Something wrong?”
“Stop the car,” you ordered, using a touch of magic to make sure he followed your instructions instead of trying anything clever. When he had parked, his wide eyes met yours through the properly angled rearview mirror. You didn’t need clairvoyance to know that he was wondering why he had just stopped the car for someone he had bad plans for.
“I would rather have taken my time with this, but…” You hissed out a familiar curse and got out of the car. It was driving away before you had fully closed your door.
You were oddly disappointed. The curse was effective, but simple. The man would get hurt every time he tried to hurt others. He could think about it all he wanted, but a single thought with intention attached would lead to pain. The more concrete the intention, the worse the injury. Thinking about hitting someone would result in a badly bitten tongue, but you had seen someone crack a femur trying to kill someone.
Given the proper time, you could have come up with something far more creative to use against the driver. You decided that was yet another strike against the one who had caused this situation, and you were scowling as you walked toward the striped storefront emblazoned with the words Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!
When you opened the door, it was with a slam entirely befitting the situation… no matter how much of an overreaction it seemed when you were facing a quiet shop with a startled-looking young woman behind the register. You eyed the woman closely, but could detect nothing otherworldly about her. She just seemed to be a regular human, not even a tinge of magic surrounding her.
“Um, hello,” she greeted, shifting uncomfortably from her place behind the counter. You briefly wondered if she had a panic button back and was standing with her fingers poised to press it. “Welcome to The Store.”
You stared at her. Surely that wasn’t the name, but the way she said it gave the words a sense of being capitalized. “The Store?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t seem inclined to say anything else, opting to watch you warily instead. You were itching for information, but you would have to be careful about it to avoid raising her suspicion any more than it already had been. You forced yourself to relax, offering a smile. “That’s not what it says on the front of the building.”
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “But that name is so long, and the owner says we don’t really have to say it.”
“Is that so…” you trailed off as you read her name from the striped plastic square pinned to her shirt, “...Jordan? Have you met the owner?”
Jordan shrugged. “Not really. He interviewed me over the phone, but the connection wasn’t great. I’m pretty sure he said he can’t ask me to call the store by name. It was super weird, but I guess I did okay, since I got the job.”
You nodded, mind whirring. “Thanks for the information. I’m just gonna… browse.”
There was no chance this was a coincidence. Literally no chance at all. Even without the hyper-specific name and summoning convention, the fact that Jordan had been interviewed over the phone and had never met the owner was suspicious. And that was saying nothing of the color scheme.
Everything in the store was black or white, with occasional touches of green to break up the monotony. Unlike the demon’s suit, the stripes that bedecked the decor were tastefully done. The entire interior of the shop was, actually. That was a shock, but the merchandise was undeniably adult in nature. There were slips of fabric that could only be considered dresses if you were feeling extremely generous, interspersed with undergarments of all kinds. The shelves held erotic sculptures and artwork, and everything led to a curtained section that took up a little more than half of the shop.
You weren’t surprised, per se, to find that the section in question was filled with sex toys. Honestly, in some twisted kind of way, you would almost have been disappointed by anything less. Still, you couldn’t help but be impressed by the sheer variety of toys the shop stocked. A shopper could find everything from vibrators to nipple clamps, all done in pinstriped black and white, or a green so pale it was almost devoid of color at all. And everything, down the most delicate cock ring, was labeled with a neat tag emblazoned with Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!
The store was far from empty, despite it being early in the afternoon on a weekday. There were couples and single people scattered throughout the store, all of whom were far too absorbed in the merchandise to spare you a look.
And you couldn’t sense a hint of magic in the entire place.
Eventually, you grabbed a small bottle of lube and went to the front of the store, where Jordan was still standing behind an ornate-looking cash register. As you plonked the bottle down and dug for your credit card, you put on your best ‘innocently curious’ face.
“Does anything… weird happen around here?”
Jordan looked immediately suspicious and you silently bemoaned your own lack of tact. “Weird?”
“Uh… yeah. Weird. A lot of the buildings around here are supposed to be haunted, and I was just wondering…” You gave her a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I’m an amateur ghost hunter. Can’t help but ask!”
The wariness on Jordan’s face cleared immediately and she showed her first signs of genuine friendliness. “Oh, wow! That is so cool! I’ve never seen anything too weird, but I’ve heard a lot of people tell stories about the stuff they take home. They swear it’s like, cursed or something.”
“Cursed?” you repeated carefully.
“Maybe that’s not the right word,” she amended. “But they say it gives you bad dreams or something. I don’t know; no one’s ever said it to me directly. I just hear them talk. Lots of people say stuff about sleepless nights and ‘feeling a presence’. But maybe it’s the good kind since they keep coming back for more.”
You hummed in agreement, paid the surprisingly reasonable total for the lube, and thanked Jordan for her time. When she seemed friendlier after your ghost-hunting excuse, you decided to push your luck one last time.
“If you see anything weird, you should text me,” you offered, scrawling your name and phone number on a scrap piece of paper. “I’d love to learn more about hauntings in this area.”
“Yeah… Sure…” Jordan said slowly.
Sensing you may have gone too far, you waved and left, waiting until you were outside to take a closer look at the bag. It was discreet, a black-dyed paper bag featuring the store’s logo bordered by a white ouroboros. You liked to consider yourself a mature adult, but you couldn’t stifle a snicker when you noticed that the snake looked more than a little… phallic.
Dark green lettering inside the ouroboros spelled out Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! in three jaunty lines, followed by smaller writing underneath that said, ‘Say it three times and you’re in for a surprise!’
The door behind you opened as a laughing couple stepped out of the shop. You moved out of their way, then started walking home. You were further away than you had been when you started, but it was fine. You needed some time to plot, anyway.
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Human superstitions were baseless for the most part, but they had managed to get a few things right about the world of magic that existed among them. The most important of those right now was that it was difficult to cast spells during the day.
The coven meeting you had attended was deliberately held at midday, the time when the sun was highest in the sky and everyone’s magic was at a minimum. The whole excursion hadn’t taken long, even factoring in your unexpected stop, and you were pacing your living room, impatiently waiting for the sky to darken.
A summoning didn’t take much power, all things considered - easily attainable at any time of day - but if you waited until sunset, you would be much better equipped to handle anything that Beetlejuice could throw at you. You weren’t going into this intending to battle a demon, but you needed to know exactly what he had done so you knew precisely how thick the shit storm was going to get.
The moment the sky went from ‘evening’ to ‘gloaming’, you were already chanting, bouncing on your toes with the excess energy you had built up.
“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!”
The smoke trick was just as theatrical as it had been the last time you summoned the sex demon, but it lasted a far shorter length of time, even caught as it was behind the protective containment circle. When it dissipated, you were faced with a grumpy-looking Beetlejuice, waving his hand as if to dispel the last few wisps clinging to his striped suit.
As he brushed imaginary lint from his suit - brushing off real dust that sifted slowly to the floor inside the circle - Beetlejuice schooled his expression into one that he apparently felt was suave.
“Ready for all your dreams to- Hang on…” He peered out through the circle, dark eyes wary as he searched for the person who had summoned him.
Your shoulders hiked with tension, ready to deliver a blast of magic strong enough to stun the trapped demon. Hopefully.
Beetlejuice’s eyes tracked to you, dilating with a focus that forcibly reminded you of a predator. However, the biggest shock came when his face broke into a wide smile. “Babes! I’ve been wonderin’ if I was gonna see ya again! Back at the circle-drawing again, huh?”
Your carefully planned line of questioning fell to pieces at the warm welcome. “But… you-” Wordlessly, you held up the bag you had gotten from his store. “This…”
The demon beamed then. “You bought from my store! See, I knew I liked ya for a reason! Supporting small businesses and all-a that. I hope you at least picked somethin’ good! Wish I’d’a known you were gonna come in, I woulda set you up with some kinda discount. After all, it’s all happening ‘cause of you!”
Your heart sank at that. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
Beetlejuice’s smile faded a watt or two. “Afraid of what, toots? It’s a great business.”
You held up the bag again. “There’s an ouroboros made of a dick around your logo.”
“Yeah, isn’t it great?” Beetlejuice asked, voice excited again. “I didn’t have time to imagine anything - plus, I’m more of an ideas guy than an artist - but I hired a kid who really ran with it! I think it turned out great, and it only cost me twenty bucks! Digital artists really should charge more for their time, but people are fuckin’ cheap and don’t want to pay a decent commission rate-”
“Beetlejuice.”
The demon winced at the sound of his name. “There is a dick around my store’s logo.”
“A logo that also prominently says your name,” you reminded. “There’s no way that none of the demons are going to notice when you start getting summoned more often. How long do you think it will take them to track the summonings back to your store? They’ll call the Council, who will shut it down in a week, tops.”
Beetlejuice scoffed, but it was filled with resignation rather than disbelief. “They gotta make sure nobody has any fun.”
You sighed, rubbing a hand over your arm. “They’re just trying to protect people. Demons running around freely isn’t good news for anyone except the demon.”
In a movement that was almost too fast to see, Beetlejuice’s head snapped up to look at you, eyes blazing. “Is that why ya summoned me here with the circle? Gonna hand me over to your Council?”
“What? No!” you replied, even as a guilty voice at the back of your mind admitted that it wouldn’t be a bad idea, just to absolve yourself of any consequences the Council would deliver if they found out about it on their own.
Surely Beetlejuice would understand that? After all, he was bound to a contract. He understood what happened when you broke the rules that governed you, no matter how stupid you found them.
“But you have to know I’m worried,” you continued. “That’s why I summoned you. This could get traced back to me.”
“And you’re just worried about yourself?” Beetlejuice demanded.
“Of course I am!” you snapped back. “Do you remember why I summoned you in the first place? I wanted someone to help me fix my life, not make it worse!”
“I haven’t made anything worse!” he snarled, stepping up to the edge of the containment circle. You didn’t move away - you had been smart enough to keep the demon’s arm span in mind when choosing your spot.
“You haven’t made it better, either! You promised to help me find another demon, remember?” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I consider our last deal complete, even if you did skip out on helping me later. But this store of yours could get me into serious trouble. I could be banned from witchcraft completely, not to mention tried for anything you do with your store that breaks the Concessions. They could execute me if you do something extreme enough! So, yes, I am worried about myself. I have to be! No one else is going to.”
Beetlejuice didn’t answer that right away, studying you with a level of concentration you would have thought was beyond his flighty attention span. Whatever he found there, it made his shoulders tense as he heaved a sigh. “Fine, I’ll level with you. But can ya let me outta this circle? As a sign of trust?”
You narrowed your eyes at him. You didn’t trust him, not in the slightest. But saying that would probably hurt what little chance you had of resolving this peacefully. The real question was whether you thought you could take him on in a fair fight. And since he was a centuries-old demon and you were a struggling amateur witch, the answer to that question was a definitive ‘no’.
As a pleasure demon, Beetlejuice couldn’t read your thoughts, but he seemed to do it anyway, a knowing smirk twisting his lips. “What’s wrong, babes? Worried I’m gonna attack if ya let me out?”
“No,” you said, a second too late to be believable.
He hummed, his gaze flicking down your body. “Maybe ya should be. I can still remember the way you taste…”
Beetlejuice licked his lips, letting far too much of his overly long tongue peek out as he did so. Your heart skipped a beat and started to pound, but you gave him a stern look. “And none of that. We need to talk, so focus up.”
A grin was his only response to that. It wasn’t a promise of good behavior, but it wasn’t an outright refusal, so you decided to go with it. Gingerly, you slid your foot across the floor, marring the crisp line of chalk that had made up the boundary of your containment spell. When you felt the power sag before dissipating entirely, you drew back, keeping a wary eye on the demon. Beetlejuice seemed mostly unphased, stretching and glancing around as he stepped out of the remains of the circle.
“Same old place, huh?” he mused. “And it’s just as ratty as it was before - and that’s a compliment, by the way. But ya weren’t kidding about not having any help.”
“Why would I joke about that?”
“Well, not really joke,” the demon amended. “Usually, when breathers say they’re on their own, they mean they would have to sacrifice their pride to ask for help. Unless you’re really stubborn.”
“No, I don’t have anyone,” you admitted, wrapping your arms around yourself. How different your life would be if you had a set of wealthy but emotionally distant parents to ask for help? Or a friend who would give you her old furniture when she replaced hers, and you could repay with chores and laughing conversations that stretched far too late into the night?
You shook yourself, drawing away from the yawning chasm of self-pity that beckoned. “So I have to take care of myself, like I said. Tell me about your store.”
Beetlejuice visibly brightened. “Well, ya already know the name! I sell high-end entertainment for adults. My merchandise covers a lot of different categories, from-”
“Yes, I know what you sell,” you interrupted hastily. “I’ve seen it first-hand.”
“That’s right, you have!” he said, beaming again. “And I can’t tell ya how much I appreciate the support, really. What did ya get? A wand? A naughty vibrator? A nice set of anal plugs?”
“Uh…” you drew out, glancing guiltily at the bag.
Beetlejuice snatched it from your hands a moment later. “Let’s see! You got… lube? The small bottle? And not even any of the fun kinds? Babes, this is… this is sad.”
“I’m not here to talk about your merchandise!” you snapped, grabbing the bag back from him and tossing it onto your couch.
“Are ya sure?” he asked. “Because it’s special.”
“Special how?”
Beetlejuice chuckled at the suspicion in your voice. “Nothin’ like that, toots. I don’t make it myself or anything, but it’s high-quality and I sell it at cost. There isn’t another store like that in most of the human realm!”
“Because you’re giving away your entire profit margin,” you told him. “Why operate at a loss?”
“Easy - because I want people to come back.” He nodded victoriously at his own point. “If I sell ‘em cheap stuff with the prices hiked up, I’ll make a quick buck, but no one will come back. And if they don’t come back a couple’a times, they’re probably not gonna think to say my name.”
“Why do you want-” You cut yourself off before you could fully articulate the idiotic question, but it was no use.
Beetlejuice looked amused for a moment, but that faded as he shook his head. “Because it’s all so boring. Sure, maybe somebody finds an inscription and summons me once a decade. And those summonings are lotsa fun, don’t get me wrong. Hell, there was this one time I got summoned in the middle of a matha in the 1500s. That was one Shankarayacharya who knew how to party!”
Your eyebrows lifted meaningfully and the demon cleared his throat. “But anyway, after the summoning is over, I go right back. And lemme tell ya, years spent locked alone in the demon realm feel a lot longer than they do anywhere else.”
“That sounds terrible,” you admitted, trying to balance sympathy with persuasiveness. “But the store is a bad idea. It’s really visible and the Council is going to find out.”
The demon hummed, shifting a pile of books to study their titles. “I figured you would’a tried the whole ‘what if humans find out about magic?!’ angle.”
“I don’t care if the humans know about magic,” you disagreed with a shrug, trying to dispel how much you hated it when Beetlejuice mimicked your voice. “About time, really.”
“I forgot, you’re a bit of a rebel,” Beetlejuice said with a laugh. It faded quickly from his pale face, leaving him watching you with an earnest expression. “So use that rebelliousness with me. Let me keep my store. I want out more and this is a good way to do it. Besides, what do we have to lose?”
“I could be imprisoned or executed,” you reminded him sharply.
“So you want me to think about how this affects you, but you don’t have to think about how if affects me?” Beetlejuice gave you a loftily superior look. “Doesn’t seem very fair. Are you witches all about balance?”
The opening and closing of your mouth was hardly graceful, but you couldn’t help it. For all of Beetlejuice’s strangeness - his bizarre speech pattern and tendency to dress in garish stripes and the mold growing on the side of his face - he showed flashes of a keen insight that reminded you why demons were considered dangerous. It had more than a little to do with their teeth and claws, true, but they also showed a remarkable ability to take in information and twist it to suit their needs.
“You’re right,” you admitted. There was no point in lying to him - many demons could literally smell a lie. “I still feel like you took advantage of the freedom I gave you.”
Beetlejuice grinned. “Took advantage of it to set up a way to make my existence better? Yeah, I did. But I didn’t kill anyone or start a war. Those were the only limitations you gave me and I didn’t break either of them. In fact, I was a perfect gentleman.”
Your snort made him chuckle. The moment stretched slightly and you shook your head. You weren’t going to turn Beetlejuice in to the Council and you weren’t going to make him shut down his business, which meant you weren’t going to fight him. That also meant there was no real reason to keep him here.
“Okay, I’m convinced,” you accepted. “Enjoy running your business, good luck with the summonings, and if the Council gets wind of any of it, we never met. Have a nice existence.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Hell, yeah! You’re not gonna regret this. I’m gonna get out more, but you won’t hear a thing about me. Low-key as a cyanide poisoning, yes siree. Just you wait.”
If things went according to that particular plan - doubtful, but you tried to hope - you would never see or hear from Beetlejuice again. You nodded, moving toward some lust potion you had been preparing for the next batch of orders you had gotten. You placed the small cauldron over a low flame, encouraging the ingredients to mingle in the proper way. “Sounds perfect. Goodbye, Beetlejuice.”
“Whoa, whoa,” he protested. “Aren’tcha forgettin’ something, toots?”
You paused to glance around him. The containment circle was broken and the protective spells and herbs you had placed around the room wouldn’t affect his ability to dematerialize just as they hadn’t stopped him from materializing in the first place. “No..?”
“You have to fuck me,” he explained.
“What?” You crossed your arms. “Why? We didn’t make a deal like we did last time.”
“It’s part of my contract. The second summoning, I just assume ya want more of what’cha got the first time. The contract is built into the summoning.” He shrugged. “It’s a convenience clause.”
“Convenient for who?” you demanded, then sighed. You really did have orders to finish up, and they were time-sensitive. The longer you spent arguing with Beetlejuice, the less time you had to work. It would be pointless, anyway. If you had inadvertently signed a contract by summoning him, the damage had already been done and there was no point in fighting it.
“Fine,” you agreed with a sigh, and you could see Beetlejuice perk up slightly in your peripheral vision. “But we have to make it quick.”
“Babes, you’re definitely speakin’ my language,” Beetlejuice said. In the time it took to blink, you were both naked and Beetlejuice was sprawled comfortably on your couch. He beckoned you closer. “C’mon. You’re the one in a hurry, so you’re on top this time.”
With a last mournful glance at your lust potion, you joined him. You took a moment to figure out the best way to get both of you where you needed to be. Beetlejuice’s cock was pale and soft between his spread legs and you weren’t feeling particularly horny at the moment either. Both of those would have to change, and you took another moment to mourn your lust potions. If you had a bit more time, you could have just taken part of one and been ready to go.
Ah, well. If you had to do things manually, you could make that work.
The look of surprise and interest on Beetlejuice’s face as you straddled his thigh was enough to start you down the right path, and the way his cock twitched when you licked your palm pushed you further along. You reached down to take him into your spit-slicked hand, but stopped barely before you made contact.
“Tease,” Beetlejuice grunted, but brightened when you leaned over to snag the bag from his store. “Hmm, never had my own merch used on me before.”
“Let’s see if it’s as high-quality as you say it is,” you suggested, squeezing a small dollop of lube onto your palm and grasping Beetlejuice’s now semi-hard cock.
Loathe as you were to admit it, the lube did smooth silkily between your skin and his, luxuriously coating every inch until your hand could slip comfortably from root to tip, providing tantalizing sensation without too much friction.
“Well, well, well,” Beetlejuice gloated, only a hint of a hitch in his voice. “Looks like someone shouldn’t have doubted the quality of my-”
His voice cut out on a shuddering moan as you began to gently twist your fingers around him, tugging just enough to feel as if you were coaxing the arousal out of him.
The air was filled with the sounds of slick movements until Beetlejuice disrupted your rhythm, straightening as his dark eyes narrowed at you. “Ya better get movin’, sweet cheeks. We’re on a schedule, remember?”
You certainly remembered, but it simply didn’t seem as important as it had a few minutes before. Still, you nodded, resuming your stroking as you shifted your hips against Beetlejuice’s thigh. It took some experimentation to find a pattern, speed, and pressure that worked for you, but you zeroed in on it fairly quickly.
When your breath was as uneven as Beetlejuice’s, you released him and slowed to a stop. “We’re good to go.”
“C’mon,” Beetlejuice complained. “I can smell how close you are. Lemme just-”
Demons were strong. You knew that, but it was still a surprise when Beetlejuice grabbed your hips and resumed the movements you had been making, but… more. Harder, faster, enough variation that it kept you guessing what would happen next. Little surprise, then, that you shattered after only a few thick slides of his thigh between yours.
You writhed on him, grabbing his shoulders for support, but he didn’t stop until you were weak and trembling on top of him. The moment you settled heavily on top of him, he clapped a hand to the place where your asscheek met your thigh.
“Okay, now we’re good. Get movin’.”
If you kneed him in the gut while you clambered into place, no one could really blame you, right? By the time you settled over him, Beetlejuice had stopped complaining in favor of staring greedily between you. You slicked your hand back down his length as you held it in place, finding the right angle so you could begin impaling yourself on him.
It was a slow process, even helped by gravity and the lube and the remnants of your own orgasm. You could feel him stretching you, the broad head carving a path through your core as you stretched to accommodate him.
When you were seated on his lap again, his length spearing deep inside of you, you let out a delicate hum. Maybe it was just because it had been so long since the first time you summoned him, but Beetlejuice felt… different this time. You couldn’t figure out how. Maybe it was something imperceptible, or just a trick of the new position, but he felt better than he had before.
Whatever the reason was, you couldn’t keep yourself from moving. He felt too good for you to sit still and let him passively fill you. Oddly enough, grinding on his thigh seemed to have helped warm you up for this section. Your movements were quick and sure, finding a speed and angle that worked for both of you and staying with it.
Rise and fall, rise and fall.
Empty and full, empty and full.
The slow slide of Beetlejuice’s length in and out of your throbbing heat was delicious, and your toes curled where they were hanging over the edge of the couch.
“Harder,” the demon purred under you, eyeing the way your breasts bobbed in front of his face.
You shook your head at him. “Are you really going to make me do all of the work?”
“I said I would, didn’t I?” he asked, his smirk only cut off when he rolled one of your nipples between his lips.
You dropped full-force onto his lap. Whatever point you were intending to prove was lost as you stunned yourself with the way he speared up into you, bottoming out as you gasped. Fortunately, he seemed just as surprised by your action.
Your motion had tugged your breast away from his mouth, leaving his jaw hanging open enough to let a loud groan escape. He didn’t seem embarrassed in the slightest at the pure need in the sound, either. Instead, he held your hips locked against his until you could feel your heartbeat in the depths of your cunt.
Well, you assumed it was your heartbeat. Did demons have hearts? You had never thought to research it, though this was the second time that a knowledge of demon biology would have been useful to you.
“Beej,” you said eventually, your voice breathy in a way you couldn’t quite manage to control. “I need-”
His mouth pressed to yours, the taste of fresh earth and a hint of moss filling your senses as he parted your lips with his own. And then his too-long tongue was pushing past your teeth, sliding against yours until you worried you would choke on it - on him.
And then he was gone, pulling away to fix you with a smile full of both menace and promise. “I’m gonna start movin’ now, babes.”
You nodded and he did just that, controlling your movements with his hands on your hips just as he had earlier… but this time, he moved counter to your strokes, thrusting up to meet you and pulling back to whip himself out of you until just his head was left inside to guide him back in.
The result was immediate.
Everything you had done to that point felt good. It was pleasurable, slowly building toward what had promised to be a lovely orgasm. But this new pace, new depth, led to Beetlejuice pressing against something magical with every stroke, and it left you rocketing toward orgasm at a speed that was almost frightening.
“I’m close,” you panted in warning.
“Back at’cha,” the demon said through gritted teeth. “In fact…”
He pulled you down onto his thrusting hips, the collision so hard that your teeth rattled. With hitched breath, he buried himself even deeper and you felt the warmth of him releasing inside of you. You were already on the edge - it was a small thing to dip your fingers down and press them to your own clit. That pushed you over the edge, and you locked around Beetlejuice’s length, your inner muscles milking every drop of cum they could from him.
When you lay trembling on him, you sighed. “We haven’t used a condom either time we’ve done this.”
Beetlejuice’s chuckle rumbled through his chest and you felt it under your cheek. “Ya worried I’m gonna getcha pregnant or somethin’, toots?”
You snorted. “More worried about diseases. Don’t you ever worry about catching something nasty from whoever summons you?”
He snorted. “Yeah, right. The human world hasn’t come up with a disease yet that I don’t have.”
“That makes me feel so much better,” you muttered, pulling a face as you rolled off of the demon. “Maybe I should try to find a recipe to brew my own antibiotics.”
A split second later, you sat up in horror. “Brewing! My potions!”
You darted across the room, ignoring the way your knees wobbled with the motion. Still, you made it over in time to pull the cauldron away from the heat before any real damage was done. In fact, you mused as you gave the potion a gentle stir, it was just about perfect. One of the better batches you had ever made.
“That smells great,” Beetlejuice commented, peering over your shoulder. “What is it?”
“Lust potion,” you answered absently as you continued to stir. It would need to cool before you could decant it into individual bottles, but then you could send them off. Maybe you could even start on the next batch. Lust potions didn’t keep very long, but business had been picking up…
“It looks kinda familiar,” the demon told you. “And these… they’re beauty charms!”
“Yeah, and?”
“Are these from my book?”
“Yes, that’s where I got the recipes and spells,” you told him. You had never intended for it to be a secret and you had no problem with him knowing about it. “Why? Are they secretly poison or something?”
“No, they’re just really good shit.” He took a pinch of powder from a nearby bowl, inspecting it closely for a moment.
“That’s a-” You paused, watching as he snorted it before concluding, “a powder used to instantly remove all traces of cum from something.”
“Mmm, and gives you a wicked fucking high,” he said, eyes heavy lidded.
You rolled your eyes and began grinding ingredients for a skin-softening salve. “Okay, well… Our deal has been settled and you have a store to run. There's no need to draw this out any longer than we already have. It was ni- Uh… interesting meeting you, Beej.”
“Hang on a minute,” Beetlejuice insisted. “What if you worked for me?”
“You don’t make any money,” you countered, refusing to even glance up from your work.
“I could if you would agree to sell this stuff out of my store.”
The pestle paused - you couldn’t help it. “Why would I do that?”
“Because it would give you a new platform and new people to sell your goods to,” Beetlejuice said.
“Your store’s customers are human.”
“I could add a new section upstairs,” he wheedled. “You could issue special invitations to people in the magical community to browse the special goods section. C’mon, you know it would be good for your business.”
“It would tie me closer to your store,” you argued. “That’s the last thing I need, especially with the name being what it is!”
“So I’ll change it,” he said easily.
You frowned and he pushed onward, clearly sensing his advantage. “I’ll change the name, add new products, whatever you want. Hell, ya wanna manage it for me? That would be a big help.”
You held up a hand, needing a moment to process all of that. “I’m going to restate this offer, just so I know we’re on the same page. You’re willing to let me take over your store and make whatever changes I want.”
He nodded, but you continued. It was too good a deal; you needed to find a flaw. “I would change the name. Not just that. I would hike up your prices enough to make you earn a profit, maybe add in some new advertising and new staff.”
“Sounds great.” You stared at him, doubting his easy acceptance, but he only smiled and offered a hand. “Do we have a deal?”
As you began to reach for his hand, he pulled it away and you cursed yourself for being a fool. “There is one more thing I would need from you, though. I would need ya to summon me every week if you haven’t heard from me.”
“Every week?!” you demanded.
Beetlejuice’s tone turned placatory. “You don’t have to leave me out for the full week! Just a day or two. Give me a break from containment, ya know?”
“Well, that doesn’t sound as bad as I thought,” you admitted.
The demon beamed. “Great? Is it a deal?”
You stared at his hand. Something in the back of your mind was screaming. This was a terrible idea, just as terrible as it had been to summon the pleasure demon the first time, and then to do it again once you knew what he was. This would be your third stupid choice, and three was a number of significance for witches. This could be your downfall… or it could be the key to fixing everything that was broken. Unfortunately, there was only one way to find out for certain.
With a heavy sigh, you shook his hand. “It’s a deal.”
It was only when he smiled with his mouthful of too-sharp teeth that you remembered you were both still naked. Beetlejuice seemed to be thinking along the same lines, since his smile heated as his eyes grew darker.
“Put our clothes back on,” you ordered. “We have some logistics to figure out.”
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A/N - I know what you're going to say: Ink, this is a lot of world-building for a smut fic. And you're right. But this is now a fic with a life of its own and I'm just the fool it possessed. Hope you enjoyed it anyway!
I don't offer taglists for explicit works, but you can check out my other fics on my masterlist!
Thanks for reading! I'll be back tomorrow with another Fanfic February story!
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Any advice on how to sketch faster? Feels like it takes HOURS for me to make a sketch for just one drawing...
ok this is a hard one for me because it genuinely just. kinda comes naturally to me actually. like i remember my art teachers in elementary school getting annoyed with me because i could draw so fast and i would finish before everyone else. BUT there are some things that i think have helped me get even faster over the years!
the first one is quick figure drawing. I like to do 1 or 2-minute gesture drawings because they really force you to move fast and think more about the form itself than get bogged down in the details. (in art school they make you take a ton of classes that are JUST figure drawing if you're majoring in illustration. i love it.) The absolute best way to do this is a live model session, but i understand that not everyone is in art school lmao so the website quickposes is a good resource! go to timed practice and set the interval to 60 or 90 seconds, and then just focus on getting the IDEA of the form down instead of all the details. This can be scary at first but eventually you'll become much more confident and your hand will naturally start to move faster when you sketch! figure drawing this quickly will also help you loosen up and get a better idea of the forms of the human body instinctually, which will in turn make it easier for you to sketch faster even without a reference!
The second thing that i think really helps me go fast is kinda a natural progression from the figure drawing tbh, and it's not worrying TOO too much about 100% anatomical accuracy. What my professors have told me in my drawing classes is basically that as long as it LOOKS believable, it doesn't matter if it's actually perfect. don't worry too much about realism or accuracy when you're laying down a preliminary sketch. focus on the energy you want your pose to convey, and let your sketch reflect that. if anything is HORRIBLY wrong anatomy-wise you can fix it later, but a little bit of limb-lengthening or otherwise unrealistic proportioning isn't the end of the world, especially in very stylized art. When you aren't super worried about 100% accuracy you have a lot more freedom to move quickly and ignore little mistakes!
thirdly, lose all the steps in your artmaking process that you don't like. when i first started digital art, I thought that i HAD to do a stick -figure pose sketch, block in the body on top of that, then clothes, then lineart, coloring, shading, etc. there were SO many steps in that process that took me a really long time to do and that i just... did not enjoy doing. nowadays I've almost completely cut lineart from my process because i like the sketchy look, and i often don't even draw the full body before i begin blocking in the clothes, hair, or face. Obviously you need some preliminary knowledge of how these aspects of your character are going to interact before you can do this, but once you're able to it really shaves off a lot of time. I found that when i was trying to do things what i thought was the "right" way, even steps that i hated, my art looked worse and took longer because I wasn't having as much fun.
#I do just naturally sketch fast but i think a LOT of it is that i dont worry too much about little imperfections yknow?#anyways. hope this helps lol#asks
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Now that the prologue is done, I can't thank the fans of this series enough.
No, we haven't hit any particular follower milestone. The story has just begun. And most of you haven't given me any sort of financial support to help me out, either. (And that's alright! I haven't asked, lol.)
I'm thanking you for just being apart of the audience.
I started PB in a little blue notebook during the summer of 2015. It was originally meant for my eyes only. And a big part of the reason why was that, when I googled things like "Special Ed makes me feel bad," there wouldn't be much of anything coming up. There were Quora forums! A couple of YouTube videos. Articles here and there.
But it wasn't a lot. Not enough to help me out for long. And it only hammered the idea further into my head that I was alone in what I endured. As I got older, grew up, and away from the program and people who took my disabled youth, I constantly felt this urge to talk about it. What SpEd had put me through. What I'd lost. What I'd seen & heard. The things I did and didn't learn. Even though I was never a very open kid, let alone teenager.
I hated that no one was talking about it. And how nobody knew what happened to kids like me behind closed doors. At 13 and 14, almost none of the new friends I made had ever heard a life story like mine. And I've always found that wild: I had a LOT of friends! (Still do!)
So I kept drawing it out. Kept working on the story in notebooks, sketchbooks, my friends' DMs, and anywhere else words could go. Sometimes, my family would catch glimpses of the concept art. Sad sketches of Matthew crying, freaky drafts of Monster, or tense moments between what would become Class 7-C.
And one of my parents would be like, "Why is your art so depressing?" They'd roll their eyes. And they'd add on, "People's parents aren't gonna like it!"
No, I never told them what the story was about. I never even told them it was a children's media (because it kinda isn't! I'd personally put PB as 13+?) These were judgments made with just one glance at computer papers covered in pencil strokes; sketchy and shapey little kids who didn't look like they were having fun.
I knew they were wrong. But the audacity still pissed me off. There aren't many times where it's appropriate to boss somebody else around in how to tell their story, you know? Not only that, but I also worried about not having an audience back then. Sure, all my friends loved my work. But at the time, I was the only one who'd really experienced anything "Special Education" in life. Thus, these were General Ed kids watching it unfold. Able-bodied eyes and (as far as I knew back then) neurotypical minds, watching and learning from whatever I made.
And I liked that. But that wasn't the only group I wanted to be seen by. I wanted disabled people, especially youth in their teens and twenties, to see it. That's my primary audience. And shit like that made me wonder if I'd ever find it. Had me second-guessing myself a little, you know?
But I shook it off. It's like that thing teachers always say in class. "If you're confused or have a question, ask: whatever it is, you probably aren't the only one thinking it!"
And I searched for stuff like PAPERBOY, hadn't I? Yeah. I had. So by that logic, other people definitely would be, too.
So I stuck to my guns, and... check it! Y'all showed up!
One thing I've noticed ever since publishing part 1 is that the PB Nation is pretty damn devoted. You guys have been patient, passionate, silly, and unapologetically yourselves since the get-go. And the response to every old promotional comic or post I've made has been OVERWHELMINGLY positive and curious. I've gotten fucking fanart, man! More than once! I've had the honor of meeting a few of you in person already! And for the ones who haven't caught me out with my friends in New York, believe me, I REMEMBER who comments what.
By the way, you guys should spam my comments more. Fuckin' love that shit. SPEAK TO ME, lmao. Even if it's like, the most irrelevant PB question ever. Keyboard smash in my comment sections. Send me disability reels you like. Tell me what you wanna see from the story. Whatever, as long as it doesn't bleed into parasocial territory!
I've gotta have one of the best audiences out there. So thank you! For just... being around. Here's to hoping y'all enjoy the journey we're aboutta go on.
#paperboy pb#paperboy#author's note#disability#disabled artist#disabled writer#webtoon canvas creator
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How do you draw anatomy so well? Please tell me your secret🙏🏾
If you actually respond/pay attention to this---
Thank You!
thank u for thinking my anatomy is good! ;o;
my "secret": i've been drawing bodies since like 2nd grade, and more "seriously" since 7th grade. i've done a multitude of live drawing studies (drawing nude figures in various poses) which helps way more than you could imagine. i'm an art nut so eventually i improved through sheer work; my body saw how much i was drawing, aka repeatedly bashing my head in a wall, and was like "ok FINE u can get better at art i guess" LOL
anyway, i never know how to answer this question properly because different artists have different approaches to anatomy. the way i draw a body might not make any sense for anyone else, and vice versa.
i've seen youtube videos that are like "DON'T do this! DO this!" and because there's so many of them, they constantly contradict each other. it gets so damn overwhelming because there's no way you can follow all advice provided to you, much of which are from stuck-up artists who think their way is the only right way. there is no only right way to draw!!! please remember that!!!
that being said, here are my tips that might help you, because they happen to help me:
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separate the body into shapes! when sketching, i tend to draw my limbs with blob-like "cylinders"/ovals and joints with circles, like so:
these look like messy mannequin limbs, but they get the general vibe down for me. not to mention, they apply weight to body parts by implying muscle/fat. i used to draw with lines and circles, but this subconsciously made me draw arms and legs a lot skinnier and "bone thin" than i preferred. even though these are just sketchy base doodles, it makes it easier for you to build more detail on top of them!
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if you want personality in your pose, a great way to allude to that is by using a line of motion! for me, these usually manifest with the spine:
...but they can also apply to the rest of the body by extending past the pelvis. it's up to you! but a general spine/line of motion, even if just a scribble, can imply a different emotion and pose quite simply. i like to draw the torso and line then add arms and legs, sometimes based entirely on vibe LOL
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and honestly the BEST piece of anatomy advice i can give you... is to KEEP DRAWING!!! study figures over and over again, go to live figure drawing sessions (or use an online site, there's a handful of free ones), draw a pose you made yourself in the mirror, study the anatomy pros from art books or tutorials, watch shows or animations or hell, comics — actually PLEASE read comics, often times you'll find a cool pose just there for you to analyze and draw — you get the idea! even though i told you these tips, they won't actually mean anything unless you put in the work.
i know "just draw" is a very basic piece of advice that's kind of a duh point, but it sincerely works. i took a figure drawing class my 3rd semester of art school and it helped me leaps and bounds — all it did was have us draw figures over and over! you can get advice from a thousand different artists, but ultimately what matters is what works for YOU. and you won't know what works for you if you don't draw! i know it can get discouraging if you keep drawing and drawing and you're not getting the results you want, but art is a gradual process. i still continuously struggle with art but i'm really glad i improved leaps and bounds in the past couple years, bottom line, i feel more comfortable with drawing bodies, and it's all thanks to my hard work! (or perhaps my relentless fear of failure, which forces me to keep drawing so i don't fall behind lol)
i hope these helped even a little bit!!!!! just remember: anatomy takes a LONG time to figure out and perfect, and any kind of progress is valuable progress! there also isn't one correct way to draw bodies; just use what works for YOU to achieve what YOU want :)
#a bunch of random paragraphs incoming!!!!! woohoo!!!!!!!!#i'm an art student of course i'm going to blurt art advice and nonsense words when given the chance#asks for becki#art help
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pllsss tell me abt ur interpretation of A pls ty
HI YES I WILL DO THAT (this post is long and I am willing to rant more if I must)
Under the cut!!
Okay so A's real/true name was Aren Cadmus (because I think it's a pretty name and that is enough reasoning) - he knew his own name but never really talked about it to anyone but B, and that is what I shall refer to him as in this post along with A.
He was born on the 26th of September and was 19 when he died.
Backstory plot thing:
Before B came to the orphanage, A was the golden child of the orphanage, sweet, polite, respectful etc. Actually, Beyond didn't like him at first! Is this because he considered A to be a lost cause due to his short lifespan? Yes. But also because he thought Aren was too boring for him. But A thought that B was interesting and cool and did want to be his friend. They became friends eventually though, through the fun little thing we call the Power of Incredible Violence.
When they were both 9, B tried to run away from the orphanage in the middle of the night. He then ended up cornered in an alley in the small town nearby by someone with v obvious malicious intent. (This person had a very short lifespan, B noted at the time). Beyond was gonna fight back when they attempted to hurt him, but there was actually no need to because here comes Aren with a stick to beat the shit out of the attacker. Like, beat them into unconsciousness as they bleed out on the floor. Even at this time, B was not exactly Normal (TM) and was not scared in the slightest, infact he was a little bit like ":0, I thought u were basic but I guess I was wrong??". He then decides that this person is now going to be HIS person and that they can commit crimes together. It's a very good bonding activity :D. (Did the attacker bleed out and die? ...maybe, if they did, A didn't know).
Aren was totally down for violence and other sketchy things, it's just that he lied about it. B respected his commitment to his 'I'm a good person who most definitely wouldn't commit aggravated assualt' act. A was very pleased that he had made a friend who he didn't have to constantly lie about his moral compass to. It worked out for both of them :D. Also all of the teachers/adults were scared shitless because the seemingly sane one was now hanging out with with the kid who would shove children down the stairs in order to get to his monthly Akazukin Chacha manga delivery the minute it arrived. Aren liked that B didn't hide his darker tendencies, he really envied it sometimes. They became a chaos duo that may or may not stab you if you talked smack about the other.
Still plot but not exactly backstory:
It took them around a year of annoying every adult in the place but eventually A and BB got to share a room. A's favorite child was Linda because they both liked art and also because she wasn't a threat to his Sucessorship thing. He didn't care as much about being L as B did but he wasn't dispassionate about it or anything, he just tried not to make it his whole life (and failed miserably). He was never actually diagnosed with anything but he was Autistic (every Wammy kid is). Aren was told that he was gonna be L's sucessor when he was 13, but they had planned for him to be a successor earlier than that.
Also him and Beyond were kinda partners but also maybe not because nobody actually knew except for them what they were and they never told anyone. (I think it was romantic, but I'm open to anything as long as they were close ngl)
A was really good at drawing, he had sketchbooks and stuff. Really big on semi-realism but also liked to do abstract art on bad days. He liked to have B model for him, Aren liked to draw people, Beyond liked attention, it made both of them happy. These sketchbooks were hidden in the floorboards of his room and have pages missing from where Beyond ripped out all the pictures of himself after A died.
Aren had a lot of practical knowledge, but also wanted to kill himself during exam times and couldn't for the life of him figure out how to revise. Most of his high grades came from coursework and debates he had in lessons.
Swivel chairs were his favorite kind of chair, he always sat in one if he was actually working. In the library, he would be willing to start a fist fight as long as it meant he got the swivel chair.
He stopped trying to hide how much he hated everyone around a year before his death. A just really stopped caring. Because Gifted child burnout, I don't need to elaborate.
His love languages? BIG BIG BIG ACTS OF SERVICE KIND OF PERSON. If he likes you he will do things for you!! (Like bash a guys head in with a stick). For receiving love language wise... I feel like he likes company. He wants to know that they're there, that they won't abandon him, so I feel like Aren would be into quality time and words of affirmation.
A knew Jujutsu! He was a purple belt at it and would use it for self defense purposes.
Would slide down the staircase of the orphanage and nearly kick people if they were sat on the stairs. Many people would stick near the middle of the stairs because A would give absolutely no warning and just be coming down a massive staircase at high speed about to kick anyone within legs reach for the lols.
"B corrupted you!" "No I corrupted myself, B is my enabler I'll have you know." - Aren Cadmus, 1999
He had a complex about feeling not listened to. A felt like when he talked, nobody actually cared what he was saying and that he couldn't do anything about the way his life was. It was sad.
#long post#a death note#death note a#aren cadmus#im making that my tag for him#death note#death note headcannon#i guess??#or is it more#death note oc#beyond birthday#bb death note#b death note#death note b#genderfluid beyond birthday#isnt mentioned but its still there ya know?#shut up sunii#i talk a lot
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Chapter Two | Song of Songs
'Til Death Do Us Part
Warnings: Set mostly in a church this chapter.
Part One Part Three Part Four
Her eyes burn; she can’t remember the last time she’s slept for more than a handful of minutes at a time. She’s been on the road for at least a week now, but she stopped counting after the third day. She doesn’t know where she’s going, but she has to find someplace far enough where no one will bother to look for her, and she needs to find it fast.
There’s plenty of room to sleep in the van, but every time she shuts her eyes, all she sees is that god forsaken gas-mask, like she’s living that day all over again. He took her from the van once, he could do it again, and this time, she’s all alone. Neither her mind nor her body can take much more of this constant terror.
It’s been so long since she’s seen any signs that the beat up old handmade sign staked into the ground just off the side of the road draws her eyes like moths to a flame.
‘Valeside Autumn Festival, coming soon!’
The fine print of the sign says the festival is taking place in a small town called Sallowvale Creek, and that it begins later this month. She’s never heard of it before, but that also means that no one there has heard of her, and maybe, just maybe, someone there will have need of an extra pair of hands to help work the festival. At the very least, she might be able to grab a bed for the night.
She’s hesitant to pin all her hopes on the town just yet, but a little of the tension in her chest eases at the thought of finding somewhere new to give her life a fresh start–to start Judith’s life.
The town itself is small, more of a village, really. Between the farm, the blacksmith, and the old look of the buildings it could almost pass for an Amish village, were it not for the modern fashion the people are wearing…well, mostly modern. Judith notes that the fashion seems more suited to what adults from her childhood in the fifties wore than anything she’s seen people wearing as of late; of course, it’s been a while since she’s spent much time out of the city.
She isn’t surprised when people openly stare at her; she got a lot of rude stares for the grungey way she dresses back in the city; here and now, she’s got to look like death warmed over.
She certainly feels like it.
Maybe if she had been a little more cautious about sketchy looking strangers her bandmates would still be alive and she wouldn’t be starting life over again.
The staring may not bother her, but the headache she’s got brewing sure does; of course, that’s normal when you put on old glasses, isn’t it? Of course, a good night’s sleep would probably help, and she’s been drinking from the same old gallon jug of water for a week. Not a damn thing is right with her body right now; she’s in desperate need of help.
Unfortunately, she knows where her best shot of finding help is.
She spent the first eight years of her life in a small town–not quite as small as this, but the same logic applies–and she knows that The Church tends to have its fingers in every facet of life in little towns like these.
She’s never had much faith in god–her family ruined that for her–but she figures that the priest can probably point her toward a job; maybe even some place to live, if the town even is accepting new arrivals. Her hope sours at the thought; none of these buildings look particularly recent, and that worries her as far as living arrangements go.
Still, according to the bulletin board, the church is hosting its Sunday Service today, and if this church is anything like the one her Great-Grandfather ran with an iron fist, Sunday Service usually concludes with doughnuts.
It’s definitely been a while since she’s eaten.
Her fingers tremble when she reaches for the doorknob to let herself into the building. She’d like to tell herself that it’s just because her body is about ready to fail her, but in truth she can’t shake the memory of standing in front of her home town’s church as a little girl, bracing herself to be punished for being late.
She’s not a little girl now though, and if anyone gets in her face about being late she can just leave.
She creeps in as silently as possible, and no one, save for the priest, spares her more than a passing glance as she files into an empty pew in the back to rest her aching body a while. It almost seems comical having so many pews in such a small town’s church, but it’s pretty clear this building has been around for a long time.
Her eyes seem to be fixated on the preacher; he speaks with all the flair and grandiose reserved only for men who love to hear themselves talk. It’s better than the harsh monotone of her childhood, for certain, but there’s still something about his voice that unsettles her. She can’t place her finger on it, but there’s something about him that doesn’t feel quite right.
Especially when his eyes linger on hers.
If there is anything wrong with him, it would appear that Judith is the only one aware of it; all the little old ladies sitting in the front pews look utterly enamored with him; not that anyone wants to admit to being hot for their preacher. That would hardly be virtuous.
Judith, however, has never been a particularly virtuous person herself, and the good Father doesn’t look half bad for an older gentleman. Still, she can’t shake the wrongness of him; the manic glee in his eyes as he delivers his sermon feels almost malicious, as though he’s more invested in his sway over the congregation than he is in the word of God.
She can’t help her ears heating up when her mind focuses in enough to recognize exactly what he’s preaching. Solomon’s Song of Songs drips from his lips, and she remembers being punished for balking at the lewdness of it when she was a child. However sexual the poem sounds on its own, it sounds downright pornographic the way he reads it in his soft southern drawl.
Once the Song of Songs draws to a close, the congregation falls in line to take communion, and Judith falls in with them. Her heart pounds the closer she gets to the altar, the ugliness of her childhood creeping up into her mind like black tendrils. When it’s her turn to accept communion, however, the look in the priest’s cold green eyes replaces the tendrils with a shock of ice down her spine.
There’s something about his gaze that practically strips her naked, rendering her bare before the congregation.
Something sick inside of her likes it, especially when the corner of his lip curls up when she drops to her knees on the velvet altar.
“Take this and drink from it,” he quotes. She nearly gags when he brings the cup to her face, but before she has a chance to recoil, she feels his fingers softly grip her jaw. “This is the cup of my blood, the blood of the new and everlasting covenant.”
She’s practically forced to drink the wine, foggy memories of her childhood chased away by the indecency of his piercing gaze.
Never one to meekly surrender to a higher power, she decides that it’s her turn to be lewd, and she lolls her tongue out just a bit too far to be decent as she waits for him to press the wafer to her tongue.
He, however, takes his sweet time, gripping her jaw just a bit more tightly. Instead of simply pressing the wafer to her tongue and pulling away, the priest’s fingers linger in her mouth as he stares intensely down at her.
“Partake of the Body of Christ,” he all but growls. “And may his peace fill you with salvation.”
“Amen,” she forces out, barely above a whisper, when she remembers what’s expected of her.
Standing again feels like exiting whatever strange pocket dimension his attention had dragged her into, and she mentally puts her clothes back on as she makes a hasty escape back to her pew. She’s convinced she must have been imagining the tension between them; he’s a man of the cloth, it couldn’t have been more than a one sided perversion on her part. Her legs feel like jelly, but that could be from the sleep deprivation, right?
When the rest of the congregation moves on to hymnals, Judith takes advantage of her isolation in the back of the room to shut her eyes for a while. She’s never felt particularly safe in church, but this is not her hometown, and she’s reasonably confident she won’t be attacked with an entire congregation in the room.
It’s not until she hears the shuffling of feet that she’s roused from a mercifully dreamless sleep. She hops to her feet as quick as her body will allow her, the world spinning when she stands too quickly. The service is drawing to a close, and that means exactly one thing to her.
Doughnuts.
She doesn’t waste any time following the flow of traffic into a large side room, where people mill about, mingling amongst each other just the same as they always did when she was a kid. Fortunately, this gives her a clear path to a table full of delicious looking doughnuts, supplied apparently by the local bakery.
Good, she thinks as she reaches for a doughnut. She’d always been good at baking, maybe she can get a job there. She’s got a habit of baking to relieve stress, and stress is something she’s got in spades at present.
A positively rapturous sensation ripples through her body when her teeth crack into the doughnut’s sweet glaze. She almost feels high when she swallows her first bite, and she can’t imagine anything she wouldn’t trade away just to extend the moment a little longer. Where’s The Devil when she needs him? She’s not using her soul much these days anyway.
As if the devil himself had taken heed, Judith is startled by a firm hand suddenly resting on her shoulder. “Coming home, or passing through?”
The warm twang of the priest’s speaking voice catches her off guard after the fervor with which he preached, and the subtle amusement in his features tells her that he’s glad of it. Something deep and primal within her screams for her to start running and not look back, but he’s the exact person she came in here to talk to.
“New arrival,” she admits, her tongue darting out after some stray icing that found its way into the corner of her lips. “Hoping to stay, actually.”
“Is that so?” She isn’t sure she likes the way he smiles at that. “I myself only arrived here recently, about a week ago.”
Makes sense; he certainly didn’t pick up that drawl this far above the Mason-Dixon line.
He watches her take another bite of her doughnut before continuing. “I’ve got to say, it’s a pleasure to meet another outsider who plans on callin’ this…quaint little town…home.”
“Quaint is exactly what I’m looking for,” she asserts, fidgeting nervously as she does her damndest to maintain eye contact. “I’ve spent most of my life in the city, and I’ve seen enough.”
She can’t help but feel scrutinized under his gaze, like he’s studying her, searching for something he knows she won’t say out loud. “You seem awfully nervous in a House of God.”
“It’s uh…It’s been a long time since I’ve set foot in a church,” she confesses, eyeing him cautiously; she never knows exactly what to expect from the godly types…not that he feels particularly saintly. “I’m really only here because I need help, and this seemed like the best place to start looking.”
“The Church is always happy to bring a lost sheep back into the fold.” He smiles, and she’s embarrassed by the way the simple phrase turns her blood to ice.
“Ah, no, I um…” She trails off, eyes cast anywhere but him. “I meant more tangible help, like, where I can start looking for shelter, a job; that kind of thing.”
“Yes, of course.” He lets out a curt sigh. “The Church, such that it is, can aid you with those things…Confessional, however, is always open for matters of the soul.”
“I don’t think God can help me with my demons,” she jokes, immediately regretting it. “But I’d appreciate you pointing me in the right direction.”
“To be perfectly honest, I’m not too sure who’s hiring; I’m new in town myself, remember,” he admits. “You’ll probably have the most luck taking a stroll through town and asking around; people are friendly here.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that.” She nods, turning to go as she takes another bite of her doughnut.
He catches her at the wrist however, and unnerves her with an easy smile. “You just come back here if you have any trouble finding a job,” he insists. “I could always put you to work cleaning the church, and there’s a folding cot in the storage room you’re welcome to sleep on until a more permanent arrangement can be made.”
“Wow.” She’s completely stunned; too few people have ever been so accommodating to her; least of all complete strangers. “You’re a lot more helpful than I expected anyone to be.”
“Just doing what I think is right.” He chuckles modestly, offering her a charming smile. “It’s a scary world for a pretty young lady to be out on her own.”
She’s flattered, and thoroughly embarrassed by the heat she feels rush to her cheeks at the compliment, but she can’t shake the utter wrongness bubbling in her gut.
Of course, it could just be because she hadn’t eaten in a week.
Maybe she’s just not used to people being kind to her. Life has never given her a reason to be particularly trusting, but maybe now it’s time to start.
#Horror#slasher#'Til Death Do Us Part#'til death do us part novel#TDDUP#Original horror#original novel#horror romance#blasphemy#original writing#writeblr#feedback and critique GREATLY appreciated#reblogs appreciated
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I can't say I'm extremely tech savvy or that great putting myself out there, but I have to at least throw this up, because even if it's a little sad doodle, it's 10 years of PTSD finally being broke.
I didn't a little overall year ago, I would find a show that hit me with it's weirdness and it's story as much as Gravity Falls has. Being the mom of small kids, I'm always hearing cartoons in the background of the day to day, and didn't notice it at first. Then, Scary Oke came along, and my heart skipped a little hearing Stan stomp and just come onto the screen, heavy breathing and chest puffed out to fight. It felt like the world paused for a moment, and I found my comfort character and my show. I had to make my kids rewatch from the beginning to fully experience it and enjoy it. Every character and story and episode has pulled me, and kept me wanting to watch, and fall in love with all over again. It's weird pulled me in and welcomed my weird lovingly, like a magnet.
It's given me a lot, from the entertainment value, to a comfort character in Stan, to confidence in my weird, to finding my people. I stepped out of my comfort zone many times gabbing on my crush with Stan, but always being welcomed for my quirks in any and all forums and pages I've been in relating to the show. It's pulled me out of severe depression more than I thought most things could, and gave me second life being okay with myself.
But, the doodle is just a little piece that took 10 years to come around after a long bout of PTSD making me want to avoid drawing after college crushed my spirit years ago. The institute wasn't for me, but I was a kid, and should have walked away and saved myself grief, but I didn't want to let everyone down and be a quitter. I remember being told by an art teacher, as art was my major, she didn't like my work, and told me "Art does not take imagination." And tore my design down. I gave up on ever coming up with anything original again, because she crushed my soul. I went for over a decade trying to forget that voice resonating in my head, crushing me over and over, but I couldn't let go.
I don't know what made me want to even draw or post this, but I finally drew something that pulled me into comfort: my Stan. His imperfections and sketchy past with a balance of cunning, devotion to family, and hustling attitude draw me in, and made me want to draw him. I love him deeply, as much as I can for a fictional character. And I appreciate the show. It's been more than a show to me, and I don't think I can ever stop speaking about it without a passion.
I was brought one episode into, and its impact has hit so many aspects of my life. I found people I love who love it with me, I've been given an anchor that gives me solace when my depression and anxiety just hit too hard in the day to day, and I've got my boy, Stan, who reminds me that I've got to fight and keep going, even when it's all hopeless. This show means the world to me.
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Okay folks. I didn't mean to upset and concern you all but quite a lot happened yesterday that seriously ticked me off, got me stressed out more than usual and I just felt as if things were spiralling out of control
And I believe you will all know the root cause of this distress.
The in laws
Again
There seems to be no respite or break from them.
This time it was a phone call, complaining that one of the four garages that father in law owns ... has been broken into and the accusations were directed at hubby..because he'd asked a neighbour to remove a lock so that phase one of the big clearout could begin.
Since they are reluctant to let anything go. The best solution is to move the junk and other clutter into one of the garages. And in order to do that, they need to get access.
Because the locks have all seized and it's impossible to figure out what key fits what lock from a keyring that currently holds about 50 useless keys ... then the above action was needed. And a brand new lock purchased out of hubby's pocket.
Somehow, father in law got it into his head that they'd smashed their way into 'the garage' he did not specify WHICH garage and continued to rant and verbally abuse poor hubby who sat and took it.
That really irked me, especially when hubby had to drive out in the dark ... to check all garages to prove that none had been tampered with.
Whilst hubby was out, I got upset because my biggest fear was realised.
Poorly lit, barely used back alleys, where Internet coverage was sketchy. If hubby had collapsed (thankfully he didn't and got home safely) how long would he have been there before someone found him?
And more to the point, would his family actually care?
No, they'd be more annoyed that he hadn't been around to run errands or whatever for them.
Tell you what, it chewed me up somewhat rotten, to the point that I was sorely tempted to phone them up and give them a few colourful and choice words and my truly honest opinion of the two of them.
But I didn't and ended up just getting myself stressed out. When that happens I can't think straight and that means that the stuff I usually do to calm down. Just won't work.
So no reading, no knitting, no drawing, TV was off and I barely played my Sims Freeplay
But after some extra sleep and a pizza last night, I'm feeling a bit better. And hopefully a trip to the supermarket might cheer me up.
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Weekly Recap Feb 3 2023
Not too much to say about this week. I had far more work than anticipated but tried to do pet projects regardless.
My main focus this week was Tim and Emile’s test animation. I storyboarded it, to which I am satisfactory (though may tweak some areas). I have begun keyframing, and discovered that I can reliably use the models asymmetrically so long as I adjust a couple pieces. This is wonderful, as it means I do not need to make new pieces. I am still uncertain how I will do the direct interaction, but I have part of a plan, which will be adjusted as needed.
In the coming weeks I hope to create some more clip studio assets for these animations, including the stray sketchy lines, dry ink lines, impact bursts, potentially a generic background, etc. that I include in my individual art, as well as some glitchy effects for Jon and maybe some blurs for fast motion. I want my art style to stay distinct and a bit messy, so I want to include that in the animations as well.
On the topic of TRG, Colosseum is approaching! Last year I did a few art pieces of some of the ‘bumpers’ that played before or after segments (for those unfamiliar, these were short skits the participants wrote, acted, and recorded). I don’t believe I ever posted those to this account, so I will likely do that, as well as drawing some more. We got a new batch of skits last year, including some instant hits including ‘Cardboard Jon’ and ‘I took a Few Liberties’. As much as I would love to animate these, most of these skits would involve rigs I do not have built yet, and will not for a while, so I will stick with single illustrations, or potentially comics, at the very most a short gif in reference to a skit. I may reawaken my Twitter to post these, though afterwards it will become dormant again.
I have also been rewatching TRG’s older videos, in part to select a clip to animate, but also to buffer my volatile mood as of late. Rage helps writing stories, but hurts many other functions, so I can’t let it linger more than a couple hours.
Unfortunately I have made little significant progress with stories to speak of this week. Rage helps build despicable villains, though I have focused on them enough as of late. I have devised a few henchmen for both the primary and secondary stories I am working on, which greatly assist in characterization of the villain in the primary story, and push the plot and raise the stakes of the secondary story. I hope I can use these characters to assist in structure of both stories, and that I may do proper art of each soon as well.
Unfortunately, the USB port on my computer is broken, significantly reducing capacity for art, as I can no longer use my art tablet. The port should be fixed late Monday, and a USB hub item I had ordered for unrelated reasons (I wanna draw and watch cartoons on my fire stick at the same time) should be arriving this weekend hopefully, so this should be a very momentary delay in work, and I can still work on animations so long as I don’t need new storyboards.
I fulfilled the Inktober 52 prompt barely on time this week, this will likely repeat. I wish to get better with placing my sketchy lines, and more practice on both paper and digital are required.
I got scouted for the newgrounds portal this week, which is wonderful as it confirms my art is at the standards of newgrounds. This is wonderful news for my confidence, I hope I can provide a halfway decent drawing to the website every once in a while as a thanks!
I have thrown together some music to potentially rearrange and create original songs from, though this would need testing. I do not expect to have time for this in the coming week, though I may throw more measures together.
Main plans for the coming week are to chip away at the test animation, work on story outline/structure, inktober 52, and at least one TRG Colosseum drawing. Anything else is a fun bonus.
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