#hard copy practice

[starryarchitect]

I did some more studies on Cressida Cowell's brilliant dragon-drawing skills

[loki-lock]

@gaylilsherlock since you said you wanted to see it!! :D <3

I'm really proud of it!

I looked at pics of A and I think I captured him pretty well :)

Here's the original pic I borrowed the poses from:

[viiluen]

Fuckign whipped this up at 1 a.m. nine hours before the contest deadline lmao. How? Idk. Idk. It took like 4 hours or less maybe. I can’t tell. Goodbye.

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs Extra: Doppelganger

Masterlist

Hello once again ^_^ It's been *checks watch* a while. I decided to polish this short piece up before I get into the post-canon oneshots and AUs I've been planning. This was originally a main series chapter which was scrapped for pacing. It's not essential to read for the plot, but if you're curious about the mechanics of immortality in this universe, there's a bit more information about Jackie's ability to regenerate and, by extension, his ability to be cloned ;)

This takes place late in Part III, around the time of #58 to #59.

content: cloning, ethical issues about cloning and euthanasia, body horror, gore/blood/organs, mention of hallucinations, mention of religion, gun violence

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He heard her gasp, loudly, as if startled, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut. And then… silence.

It was Wednesday. Late-morning. Moderately sunny outside. The day had been otherwise peaceful. Those sounds came from the second floor. They were loud enough that you could hear them from the basement. Jackie, however, was still in the living room. 

Heather hadn’t been very pleasant as of late. She was grasping for straws. It was as clear to him as glass. Things weren’t going her way. She had to face the consequences of her own actions, which meant that she was going to take it out on Jackie. Really only because he was nearby, and because he couldn’t fight back. He had resigned himself to being an eternal punching bag, yes, but that didn’t mean he needed to show any sympathy towards her.

Unfortunately, Jackie was an idiot, and he cared about Heather’s wellbeing. So he rushed upstairs until he was out of breath. He came to find a rather ordinary scene: nothing broken or bleeding, just Heather looking more disturbed than usual in front of the laboratory door. 

Before he could ask any questions, she hurried past him. Her footsteps came sharp and heavy, and her gait was tense. “Don’t go in there.”

“In the laboratory? Why?”

“You don’t need to know.” She headed for her bedroom and fetched her heavy keyring from her pocket. “That was an order. Wait until I get the pistol.”

“The pistol?” But Heather didn’t offer an explanation. She disappeared for a few moments, rattled and slammed some drawers behind the bedroom door, and returned with her gun in hand. With no small measure of uneasy determination, she reloaded a fresh set of bullets into the magazine. They slid in and clicked against the metal. She gave it a once-over, then stepped forward.

This was not some burst of violent mania—this was fear, held close to her chest and gripped as tightly as the handle of her weapon. Jackie would know the difference. The change in mood was making him uneasy. If she wasn’t going to commit another murder, then why…? The possibilities flickered through his mind, but none of them seemed realistic. He couldn’t imagine a thief breaking into their house, out in the middle of the woods. An officer would usually elicit more panic, not this low hum of agitation. Then what? Something behind that door… 

She reached out for the door handle as if it would shock her. The pistol was poised in her hand, one finger on the trigger and the others splayed out on the grip, the tension evident in her knuckles. Her hands shook slightly—ever so slightly, so that Jackie only noticed because she stood still. But the bandaid had to be ripped off—quick and precise as her bullets, she shoved the door open.

Jackie didn’t see anything for a few moments. Neither did Heather. She stood at the ready, with both hands on the gun now, and that steeled sentiment no less palpable.

A blanket shifted from the corner of the room. Jackie thought it was a mirror.

There was nothing like his own reflection. It was his alone. He did not have any identical twins, nobody to share the burden with. His face had always belonged to himself—for better or for worse. His body, his hair and his hands and the proportions he was born with, those were his to bear. Sometimes he stared in the mirror long enough that his reflection became distant. His eyes, the eyes of someone else. The skin of another animal. But those were all illusions, like the ones you have to cross your eyes to see—you blink, and the magic disappears. His face was his own. There was no doubt about it. He tilted his head, and so did his reflection. 

To see your doppelganger was said to be the moment of your death. To see yourself replicated was to see something wrong, something not meant to exist. He realized that there was no mirror, and no mirror frame, and the reflection moved of its own accord. And the waxy look in its eyes was something he had never known. Not the look of something human, or even something alive—not a natural thing at all. There was nothing there. There was no psyche behind that stare, those pupils that appeared to be his own, that face he found so familiar in the mirror. And it was moving of its own accord. It was sitting up from the floor to face them. 

Even Heather seemed to be entranced. She did not fire the pistol. She took a deep breath and re-adjusted her grip.

Jackie wasn’t sure how to approach… whatever he was seeing. “I’m not losing my mind, am I?”

Heather replied with a surprising amount of composure. “In what sense?”

“I mean, I see spiders sometimes, but I’m not hallucinating…”

“Yourself.”

“Yes. That is me. In the middle of this room.”

A bedsheet preserved the modesty of whatever thing had Jackie’s face. The cloth covered the creature like a cut of fabric draped over a sculpture. Drawing long, elegant creases from its shoulder to the floor, pooling around its ankles. The thing did not move from its crouch. It did not speak. It stared blankly.

Still, Jackie could see its chest rise and fall with breath, which meant it was alive. It was not a mere sculpture or effigy. “Heather, what am I looking at?”

“I left the room for an hour.” She spoke in an almost exasperated hiss. “I had been looking over my research. I couldn’t use some of the stored samples for my work anymore, they were too damaged. I thought I could try and salvage them first. Hypothetically, they should heal better if they’re warm enough. I think the lack of blood made it impossible, though, and they just wouldn’t reform properly, so I left the organs in a sealed box—”

“Why would you—”

“Shut up. I’m telling you. I can’t exactly throw your lungs out with the trash bins. I was going to bury the box in the yard. I left to dig the hole—”

“For an hour?”

“You try digging a hole in under an hour!” She turned to glare at him. “I didn’t think it would—I don’t know, make another you! That’s ridiculous! This is ridiculous!”

They both paused to stare at not-Jackie again. It wasn’t quite him. Something was off. It was like someone tried to sculpt from memory. Not enough to be outright inhuman, just… wrong enough. It could pass as Jackie for a quick glance, but anyone would notice that the spine was too long, curving under the sheet. 

He quickly looked away—he could handle a lot of things, but this was not something he wanted to think about. “What happened? Was the box, like, magic?”

“I hope you’re joking.” She lowered her pistol for a moment. “Your organs can heal outside your body. You know this, don’t act like you forgot. You were there during the tests. Any single piece of you will reform and grow until your entire structure is whole. I suppose the cardboard box just wasn't strong enough to stop the process. That’s what happened.”

“Oh.” It was his flesh healing, then, albeit a rather disjointed attempt at it. “Do you know what this means, Heather? We’ve discovered cloning!”

“I don’t want to discover cloning. I want that—that thing out of my house.”

Yes, he had to agree. He did not want to live with it. But he couldn’t see any other option. “You don’t want to make a scientific discovery? What happened to you? I thought you loved this stuff.”

She seemed conflicted. “Well—I’d like to, but—I don’t know. I just wanted a few livers or something. There has to be a better way to go about it. It’s enough dealing with one of you.”

“I’m sure,” he said, “But it’s here now. It’s a living thing, even if it’s not healing right. We shouldn’t abandon it. We could probably…” He gave it a reluctant glance, but quickly looked away again. “I guess we could name it—”

“We are not naming it.” Underneath her scowl was a rising sea of nausea. “We are killing it and burying it ten feet under. It’s barely a sentient being. Do you really think it’s capable of feeling abandoned?”

He shrugged uncomfortably.

“Exactly. I get that you might find some kind of sympathy with it, because it looks like you, but that’s not you. That’s a collection of organs which didn’t heal properly. It’s not like killing a person. We’re just disposing of a mistake.”

“What if it doesn’t die?”

“I don’t care. I’ll bury it anyway. I’m not keeping it.”

He didn’t disagree with her, really. Jackie could not look at its face for more than a few seconds. Still, he didn’t know how he felt about burying something alive. The creature didn’t choose to be born that way, after all. It didn’t seem to do much of anything. It was probably harmless. Maybe they could keep it in an empty room, maybe in the basement now that Jackie didn’t use it. It wouldn’t cause too much—

There was a low, almost inaudible sound. The sound of a human voice, but not saying anything, just a kind of buzzing, a drawn-out rattle.

The thing stood to its full height, and the sheet fell away. Some of its internal organs were outside of its chest. The intestines almost sewn-on, half-loops hanging down, twitching and pulsing in the light, gleaming tubes of thick skin. One lung spasmed on the outside, over a strange cavity in its chest, expanding and contracting to the rhythm of its newfound life. It found balance upright, after some struggle. There was a cluster of eyes on its stomach, another on its right palm, pupils shifting slowly, then finally settling on them both. 

Jackie shrieked and backed away into a corner. He didn’t care about ethics or morals anymore, he just wanted to get that thing away from him. Heather thought of the same, and took initiative. Gunshots rang out. He screwed his eyes shut and counted five. Five bullets spent, each in quick and panicked succession. 

He did not move for a long time, but the silence dragged on without interruption. He opened one eye. There was a lot of blood, and a lot of splattered flesh, but nothing was walking towards them. Not-Jackie was collapsed on the floor. Dead. It wasn’t healing. Thank God. Thank whoever. I don’t even care. Oh, fucking hell. I hate my life. His heart still ran itself dizzy, but he stopped cowering against the wall and opened both eyes. 

Heather watched the corpse with an unreadable expression. The pistol hung slack from her grip. Then she crossed herself with her other hand, bringing it to her forehead and chest and either shoulder.

He did not question her. He could understand the desire for divine mercy. This was just another sin, a life taken away by her hand. It bled out face-down, its mangled limbs all sprawled out, still tangled in the bedsheet. Most of its brains were on the floor. 

He felt a spark of something deep in his chest, felt it well up at that sad sight. That body might have had a soul, but they would never know now. It was a loss. A grotesque and uncanny loss.

He got over it quickly, though. Nothing could live very long with its viscera inside-out, at least not painlessly. It was probably for the best that they put it out of its misery.

“Let’s agree to never mention this again,” he said.

Heather nodded. “Agreed.”

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Taglist:

@theelvishcowgirl @lthrboy @whumpy-wyrms @yassifiedinformation @creppersfunpalooza

@vidawhump @dont-look-me-in-the-eye @inkwell-and-dagger @neverthelass @whump-since-2010

@vampiresprite @davey-the-disturbed

[alttac-co]

Mfb x Pokemon, two of my favorite things :D

This is the team I think Yu would have

I'm thinking of making these for some other mfb characters too, maybe Tsubasa next?

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

all my csp settings got reset and im relearning all the basic brushes that i love. watercolour brush and pencil brush and gouche brush my loves

[touteytout]

i think just taking one single in person figure drawing class could fix me

[gxlzero]

I tried oil pastel :3

[adobedragon]

Allura sez, "Meh."

Reference below...

Allura learns a teammate has a case of puppy love for her and thinks, "Meh. Da fuck I'm supposed to do about that?"

[trainerethan]

In my imagination of red and leaf being twins and both autistic I think the only reason leaf doesn't have the same totally blank 😐 face as red is because she did the age old classic of practicing facial expressions in the mirror every day until she learned the basic ones. She also made her default expression a smile 🙂 to seem more approachable.

Unfortunately since the expressions don't come naturally to her and she had to learn them, the can come off as exaggerated/overly dramatic. Which is fine for some people but others find it equally as off-putting as reds poker face. It makes her a little sad when people dislike her because of it bc shes doing her best to fit in but can't seem to get it right.

She puts a lot of effort into masking at least when she's a kid-teenager but once she's older and has made more solid friendships she can let herself relax and not need to stress about it so much, although in social situations she may still slip back into old habits.

Red does not mask and never really has. I choose 2 believe his mom was really supportive and accommodating so he wasn't forced to hide his autistic traits unlike leaf. This is because in my au they are twins but their parents split and leaf had to stay with their dad. Who is not as understanding as their mom.

Idk if he'd be actually horrible to her but he was not as patient or understanding as their mom + leaf also just craved more friends and wanted to be able to socialize more so she eventually learned how. Red is content with the 4 people he knows (mom, oak, daisy, green) and prefered to mostly be alone so he didn't have that motivating factor to do it.

He was very content with having one friend, green, but he was def lonley during their "rival" phase when green stopped hanging out with him and was focused on trying to prove himself in some way only he understood or worried about. Along with that is green also being the master of masking for the most part. I don't see oak as being particularly accommodating and patient with him so while Daisy probably was, she's also not a parent so she couldn't be responsible for caring for green the way oak should've been.

As they got older green also craved to be seen as cool and popular amongst his peers so he started masking heavily and also distanced himself from red. Unfortunately he realizes that being accepted for a fake version of himself by mainly strangers is actually very lonley and he misses their friendship 😢 but atp he probably figures red wouldn't wanna be friends again bc of how green ignored him for so long so I think they don't become close again until After the gym challenge "rivalry"/red dissapearing/reuniting years later. So they were both missing each other a lot but both felt unable to reach out bc of the distance that grew between them when green pulled away. Anyways tldr green pro masker leaf trying very hard to mask but struggling a bit and red rawdogging his autism never masked a day in his life.

[sirsparklepants]

I am. SO tired of video captions like "sound on!!!" and "you have to listen to this the delivery really makes it". It's tasteless. There's a hundred reasons someone isn't going to be able to listen to the sound, disability very much included. Explain WHY the sound is funny, for fucks sake. "The Benny Hill theme was an inspired choice for the music here". "Colin Mochrie does that schoolgirl voice and it's HILARIOUS". Shit like that is not that much more effort.

[waterfallofspace]

Sooo~ Here's a little practice I did for S/atoSugu voices~

It's definitely a first try, and I'm honestly more anxious than normal about sharing/posting it since I haven't seen any (!?) G/ojo or G/eto wavs on here, soooo my own internal bar is their actual voices, whiiich is difficult (impossible) to meet.

But as long as I clarify this is practice for getting their tones/speech patterns better, (and figuring out what pitch to set my voice at ToT) then I think it'll be okay that I posted something not up to my own standard..? maaaybe?~

Either way, I scripted, recorded, and edited this today, so I'm throwing it out into the void and whatever happens happens! (big thank you to @veersnz for basically 'shut up and allow yourself to be imperfect'ing me, I needed it <333)

[somethingsomethingcomic]

jank junk June

[hoshiina]

pairing: kuroda yukinari x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he was always just watching from afar

warnings: none :)

He was always watching from afar. He would watch the way you would always say you were tired, but you'd be paying full attention every class. He noticed how you would genuinely be interested in class when you enjoyed the subject, but when you didn’t you’d subconsciously frown at the work given. 

When he was practicing afterschool, sometimes he’d see you walk out of school a little too late and he’d realize you were studying in the library again. He would usually just watch, but today he just really wanted to talk to you. Maybe he was feeling particularly lonely that day after you had a seating change and you sat even further away from him than before. Whatever it was, he was feeling rather impulsive today.

“Sorry, I’m going to go ride outside for a bit,” he told his teammates and rolled his road racer outside. Little did he know, most members of the team knew about his little crush, especially the third years. It was a little too obvious to not notice, because every time you were in his line of vision, he was looking at you. They had hardly ever seen the two of you talk, but all they could hope for was all the best for their vice-captain— he was always looking at you with the sweetest gaze ever.

And for the first time ever, he was stepping forward

“Okay, take your time,” Izumida said.

“Hm? Oh, thanks,” Kuroda said, unaware of what Izumida had meant.

Oh, would he just end up just walking past you again? He wanted to talk to you, but what would he say? Immediately, he knew he would probably end up just watching you from afar, unable to say anything. He sighed at the thought of that.

But to his surprise, you turned to look at him. Okay, now what does he do? What does he say?

“Oh, Kuroda!” you said, taking your earbuds out. Gosh, he loved that about you. You were probably only going to talk for a bit, there was no reason for you to put them away. Yet, at the same time, he was somewhat surprised you knew his name— you were in the same class, of course you did. Maybe he was surprised to hear you say it, rather. “Are you off to practice now?”

“Oh, yes. I’m in the road racing club... which is probably obvious now,” he said, frantically. Gosh, he was making a fool of himself, you didn’t even ask! He was just so flustered, the words weren’t coming out right.

“Of course, I know!” you said. “How would I not know Mr. Vice-Captain of our school’s pride and joy road race team! Do you have a race soon?”

“I do. Quite soon actually... on Saturday,” he said, mind blank. He was just going to answer your questions now he wasn’t capable of much more, he realized.

“Saturday! I really shouldn’t hold you up then,” you said and he scolded himself for saying that. He would’ve rather talked to you for a little longer and practiced all through the night if he had to. “Where and when is it?”

“Just up the Hakone mountain,” he said, surprised. It’s one thing to ask where, but to ask when? He was going to start having some false hope. “In the morning, at around 9.”

“Would it be weird if I show up?” you asked, a little less energetic than before, almost as though you were afraid he’d tell you not to come.

“No, not at all,” he said, a little too quickly. “...Please do.”

Immediately, your face glowed up the way he loved to see it. He could not believe you were talking to him right now.

“Then, I will definitely be there,” you said. “I’ll let you go for real now, I want to see you win that race.”

“Oh, crap, I forgot my water I’ll need to go back to get it. I’ll see you,” he said. “Thank you.”

“See you!” you said and walked off, putting your earbuds back in.

He didn’t lie, he only had one bottle when he usually carried two, but usually he’d just go on and buy something at a vending machine. However, he knew his ears were red and the last thing he wanted was for you to see. He walked back in and no one questioned how quickly he was back, (because they were all watching) which he found weird, but that was the least of his worries.

“How did it go?” Izumida asked. 

“Oh, I haven’t gone yet,” Kuroda said. “I realized I forgot a water bottle.”

“No, not that,” Izumida said, finally tired of playing dumb.

“What?” he asked, then looked around and saw that quite a few more people were looking at him, eagerly waiting for him to go on. “Were you all watching??” He felt even more embarrassed than before if that was possible. 

“(L/n)’s coming... on Saturday,” he said quietly, covering his face with his hand, hoping they wouldn’t see how red it was. 

“Oh, you really have to win now~” Manami said, and that made Kuroda smile.

“Yeah, I really do.”

[kaiserouo]

not wip

i have too little poses cached in my brain i literally can't draw this kind of stuff

[nemisisnemi]

forgot to post this one whoops

quick 10 min sketches