#I AM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS PIECE!!! YIPPEEE!!!

[caluupin]

"Oh hey uh... you forgot something.."

EDIT: I have a speedpaint accompanying this one! (if you're interested, under "read more")

doing digital painting on bird's eye view is hell and I don't know why I keep making things hard for myself for no reason. Worth it though.

[itsillchangethislater]

Next picture finally done yippeee. I’ve had a lot of Life happening so this one took forever but I think I’m ready to call it done. There could be some water droplet trails but I am Very Tired so I may end up editing it later. I ended up adding a lot digital detail so I added in my base piece as a comparison!

I loved this moment in the story! It was all so tense and dramatic!! Definitely one of my favorite visual moments from the whole story.

cryptid sightings belongs to @naffeclipse

EDIT: added water streaks!

[iheartgod175]

Lucky Break

A/N: Gasp! I’m writing stuff again? ON TUMBLR?! Could this mean that I’m almost done with school?

Yes. Yes it does. And to celebrate turning in my project, I present to you another Blazin’ Trails short.

This is a little idea I had yesterday in regards to Ricochet and Lucky. If you can't tell, I love the idea of Ricochet being a dad. And for time reference, this is two hours before "Confidence", my previous short.

Droop-a-Long neatly slid a piece freshly-cooked toast onto a plate next to the eggs and frutit salad, and then pushed the plate in front of his boss. "You go on an' eat breakfast, Mr. Ricochet."

Ricochet, who was normally perked up and energized, was staring down at his coffee mug. Melancholy was present in his yellow eyes. "I'm not hungry, Droop-a-Long."  

"Ya've gotta eat somethin', Sheriff. You haven't eaten anythin' in two days," Droop-a-Long said, concern in his voice. Simply stating that fact sent him into a state of worry.  

"I know. I can manage," Ricochet said. "After all, ya said that I did need to lose some weight."

Droop-a-Long didn't laugh at the joke. He sat in the chair across from Ricochet and watched as the rabbit picked up his fork and started to pick at his eggs. "Ricochet, you know that's not what I meant."

"I know...but I can't bring myself ta eat anythin',"Ricochet answered. "I haven't really eaten much of anythin' since Lucky was taken to the adoption center." He set his fork down, the melancholy in his eyes turning into full out sadness. "I should've taken your advice back then, Droopy."

"My advice about what?"

"About takin' Lucky in as my son," Ricochet answered quietly. "I should've taken that advice instead of takin' so long to make a decision. If I had, Lucky wouldn't have been kidnapped. He would've been safe."

"There's no guarantee of that, Ricochet-"

"I know that! Nobody expected Drag-a-Long's gang members to come in an' take Lucky back," Ricochet said."But even so..."

"Ricochet, don't blame yerself for what happened," Droop-a-Long said. "You were caught off-guard. We both were. Thankfully, we rescued him before they had the chance to take him to his pa an' break him again."

"I know that...it's just..." Ricochet put his ork down and sighed. "I don't know how to explain it."

"I know how. You miss 'im a lot, don't ya?" Droop-a-Long said.

There were a few seconds of silence before Ricochet continued. "Yeah. Reckon that old sayin's true."

"What old sayin'?"

"You never know how much you love someone 'til they're gone," Ricochet said. "I didn't know how much I cared for Lucky 'til those folks kidnapped him, an' after they took him into a shelter. Before I was all set to send him to one, but now...I-I'm worried, Droop-a-Long. I mean, are they treatin' him alright? Do they know he has nightmares every night? Do they know about his diet? Do they even care about it for one thing? It's so many questions..."

"You know somethin', Mr. Ricochet?" Droop-a-Long started. "Those are the kinds of questions that a father asks 'bout his son."

"Yeah...that's true," Ricochet said. "I guess...I guess this whole case brought out that father instinct in me."

"Well...how do ya feel about that?" Droop-a-Long asked. "Before, ya told me that you didn't want nothin' to do with bein' a pa."

"It's kinda confusin'. Sure one moment, I was worried an' frustrated an' overwhelmed with all sorts of thngs goin' on in his life. There were times where I wanted to kick him out," Ricochet said. He paused. "S-Sorry..."

"No, it's alright. I gets it," Droop-a-Long said. "Go on."

"But then...at the same time, it's rewardin'. I see 'im start to open up around people other than me. He starts to trust his family again. He starts trustin' in adults again. He starts ta act like a normal kid for once in his life. An' I think at those times, 'I did good'." A small smile came on Ricochet's face. "Bein' a father is the most confusin' an' complicated job in the world. But I wouldn't give it up for anythin'."

Droop-a-Long smiled back. "I figured you'd say something like that, Mr. Ricochet."

"Ya did?"

"I can tell how you took to takin' care of him. You've been a better father to than Drag-a-Long ever was," Droop-a-Long said.

"Aw, Droop-a-Long, you'll make me blush over here," Ricochet said.

The phone interrupted what Droop-a-Long was about to say. "I'll get it," Ricochet said, getting out of the chair and rushing to the desk. He neatly snatched up the receiver. "Sheriff PING-PING-PING! Ricochet Rabbit speakin'."

Droop-a-Long got up from the table, taking Ricochet's plate and his mug of coffee to place on the stove. It was then that Ricochet let out a loud gasp, almost making him drop the food in his hands. He whirled around, green eyes wide. "M-Mr. Ricochet?"

"Y-You've gotta be kiddin'…" Ricochet was still on the phone, his eyes wide. "Y-You really mean...?" There was a pause as the speaker kept talking. Droop-a-Long was about to ask what was going on when the sheriff leaped into the air with a loud "YIPPEEE!" that could've been heard from a town over. He settled back on the ground, his grin so wide it could've split his face. "That's wonderful! W-When I can I-" His eyes went wide for the third time. "Today?!...No, ma’am, I don’t have a problem with it! That’d work perfectly! I'll be there in two hours, no more, no less!" He hung up the phone and ran to Droop-a-Long. "Droopy, you won't believe this!"

"What's goin' on, Mr. Ricochet?"  

"Lucky's comin' home," Ricochet said. A few tears were shining in his eyes. "After a whole week of all this, Lucky's finally comin' home today. They're lettin' me adopt 'im as my son."

"Ricochet, that's great news!" Droop-a-Long replied. He smiled at the sheriff as he wiped his eyes. "I know you're gonna be a great father to Lucky, Mr. Ricochet."

"Thanks, Droop." Ricochet paused. "Shucks...what am I doin' standin' here for? I've gotta get ready! I've gotta get the whole office ready! Droop-a-Long, you start sweepin', I'll do the dustin', an' then I've gotta get changed before meetin' with the attorney!" He looked over at the table. "An' where's my breakfast?"

"On the stove, Mr. Ricochet."

"I'll have to eat that later," Ricochet said. "Come on, Droopy, get a-movin' on those chores!" And soon, he was racing through the office, heading straight for the hall.

Droop-a-Long sighed. He wanted to tell Ricochet that there was no need to worry, but he knew the sheriff well enough to know that it was fruitless to do that when he's like this. He strode into the main section of the office grabbing a broom. "I'm a-movin', Mr. Ricochet...."