#rambles because i need to study instead of draw

[tamayula-journal]

I mentioned this briefly on Twitter too, but here’s some rambling about my longform comic-making process.

Now that I’ve completed a total of four full-length chapters, I’ve started to get the hang of things… but even when I "cut corners" by using CSP’s 3D dolls and perspective rulers, I’ve realized it still takes me about four hours per page. That means the latest chapter alone took roughly 80 hours to finish 🤣🤣🤣

As a result, I ended up injuring the joints in my dominant elbow and fingers, constantly feeling dizzy from sleep deprivation, and my brain’s been so fried that I’ve been mentally fuzzy even during day-to-day life. The physical toll was much bigger than I expected 😂 I’ve come to the hard realization that if I keep working like this, I’m definitely going to burn out or get seriously hurt. So I’m now reflecting on my unhealthy pace and trying to figure out a more body-friendly, efficient workflow going forward.

As for both Sebastian×Sakurako and Ominis×MC, I still have over ten chapters left for each couple before they finally become mutual and start dating—the main emotional climax and “first milestone” of their story arcs. Ideally I want to reach that point within the next year, but honestly, at this pace, I’ll collapse long before I get there. So not only do I need to find a better way to work, but I also need to rethink my entire release plan.

I’m starting to consider things like… maybe I’ll skip detailed emotional build-up and only draw the key, impactful scenes in digest-style format. Or maybe I’ll pause the Sebastian×Sakurako storyline and focus only on Ominis×MC for now…

The whole reason I started drawing longform comics in the first place was because I can’t write novels in English. I figured that if I wanted people in the fandom to know my ships, I’d have no choice but to draw it all out in manga form. (I’ve actually tried writing in Japanese and translating with ChatGPT, but despite all that effort, I realized there are still too many barriers—writing good English prose just isn’t something I can manage right now.)

But if drawing one chapter takes me 80 hours, maybe I’d be better off spending that time studying English instead—so that someday I’ll be able to write English fanfics. And honestly, that skill would benefit me outside of fandom too 😂

For now, I’m practicing daily croquis sketching with pen and paper to improve my overall drawing speed and reduce how long it takes me to draw comics. But before I dive into the next chapter of Ominis×MC, I seriously need to rethink a lot of things—try new approaches, improve my process, and experiment until I find something that works better.

[musubiki]

once again thinking about limes very quick descent into madness surrounding the time when he realizes he might like mochi after the first night he spends cuddling with her. always love the slow start of "Okay she's kinda cute I guess. She has cute tendencies sometimes. There, you happy? I admitted it. Now leave me alone." which in the span of about 3 days RAPIDLY spills into being unable to think about anything else to the point he can barely hold a conversation with anyone because his mind keeps daydreaming back to holding her in his arms. All day feeling like "I can still feel her warmth on me..." and has to keep being snapped back to reality by everyone around him

he can barely even talk to mochi because he keeps thinking about it. has no idea what to say to her the next day. is very quiet. and mochi thinks hes mad/uncomfortable with her now, since hes always so standoffish to girls at school she thinks she might be in that category now. so the next night while lime is about to go to bed, STILL THINKING ABOUT IT, and he gets a text from her that reads something like: [Hey lime!! about last night- sorry i fell asleep on you!! i know your not super comfortable with that stuff!! it wont happen again!! 🙇‍♀️ see you tomorrow!] and he feels his heart drop to his fucking stomach. lays there reading it back over and over with his thoughts a mix of "Yeah I guess that makes sense, it happened by accident. It was never gonna be a repetitive thing." vs "Won't happen again...? Like....ever? Are you fucking kidding me? I never get that ever again?"

eventually after an hour of tossing and turning, thinks up some bullshit excuse to sneak over to her house and climb up over her little bedroom balcony, knocks on her window and says something like "Hey uhhh you forgot one of your socks over at my place so I brought it back." or something that is absolutely stupid and could've definitely waited for the next day. manages to weasel his way into crawling into her bed with her because every bone in his body is telling him to.

huheuheu love to see lime aching for her eheheh

[jromanoff]

Study Break II R. George

Pairing: student!Regina George (2024) x law student!Reader

Warning(s): Reader not eating enough

Authors note: I’m in the middle of uni exams this week so I wrote a little something to indulge myself :)

Summary: College!AU - Regina is worried about your study habits and decides to intervene.

Word count: 1.6k

Regina leaned against the door frame, watching you hunched over your textbooks, completely engrossed in your studies. The thick civil code books were laying open on the side, several coloured tabs sticking out to keep track of the laws you needed to use for your upcoming exams. Regina thought it almost looked like a rainbow at this point. That was the only pretty thing about the stuff on your desk though, it looked like a bomb exploded with the mess you’ve made.

"Babe, can you take a break? I miss spending time with you," Regina pouted, hoping to draw your attention away from the books in front of you. Her pout usually did the trick. She wanted to have some quality time with you since you haven’t been spending time with her these past few days, too engrossed with your studies. You even stopped having dinner with her.

You glanced up briefly, your brow furrowed in concentration. "Sorry Gina, I really need to focus. These exams are important."

Regina sighed dramatically, crossing her arms as she walked closer to you. Did you just really resist her pout? "You've been studying nonstop for days. Don't you think you're overdoing it a bit?"

You paused, looking at Regina with concern. "I know, but I need to do well in this. It's important for my future. I don’t want to be a failure."

Regina softened, her concern for you overriding her desire for attention. Regina almost laughed at this realisation, her High School-self could never. "I understand, but I'm worried about you. You need to take care of yourself too."

You reached out to take Regina's hand, caressing it. "I appreciate your concern, babe. But I really need to study now, I’m fine.” you said with a reassuring smile, concentrating back on your books.

Regina frowned and decided she needed to change her approach, this was clearly not working. So instead of complaining or outing her concerns, Regina tried to engage in a conversation with you.

“What are you studying, anyways?” Regina curiously inquired as she saw her girlfriend so intensely focused.

She never asked you about the content of your studies before, because she probably wouldn’t understand it. She, on the other hand, always excitedly rambled to you about whatever she learned that day. From fashion designers to fashion history, Regina shared it all. You didn’t mind it, though. Seeing your girlfriend so excited about her studies made you happy too and extra knowledge never hurt anyone. It was a nice contrast to your law studies.

“Legal philosophy” you replied curtly.

“Sounds boring” Regina remarked. Her efforts were met with a dismissive attitude from you, causing Regina to frown in disappointment. But Regina wouldn’t let this deter her from trying again.

“What are you reading about now, then?” Regina asked once again, looking over your shoulder at the book you were currently reading.

“The Case of the Speluncean Explorers” you responded, perplexed by Regina’s sudden interest in your ‘boring’ law studies. Especially after she just complained about not getting any attention from you.

“The what explorers?”

“The Speluncean Explorers,” you explained, slightly exasperated. “It’s a fictional judgement where five judges with different opinions shed their light on a fictional case. Five explorers got stuck in a cave and eventually ran out of food so… they agreed to eat one person so the other four could survive. They decided who it should be by throwing a dice and when the remaining four explorers were rescued they got a murder charge. I really need to study now if you don’t mind.” You hoped this elaborate answer would satisfy Regina’s curiosity so you could refocus on your studies.

When Regina kept silent after your explanation you thought you managed to fend off your girlfriend for the time being. Wrong.

Regina felt increasingly ignored by your continued focus on studying and your dismissive attitude towards her. So she decided to retort to an old tactic – a kiss to divert your attention. Despite being in college now and attempting to leave her manipulative ways behind, Regina deemed this situation an emergency. You would definitely cave in after a kiss.

Regina put her fingers under your chin, turning your face towards her. Then, she leaned in and pressed her lips softly to yours.

That sudden display of affection caught you off guard, but as Regina deepened the kiss your resistance immediately faded away. The tension in your shoulders eased as you gave into your girlfriend. Regina gently took the book you were holding from you.

“Regina, no. I need to study” you pulled away and protested, but Regina just kissed you again.

“What was that for, anyway?” you questioned her as you finally broke apart.

“So you’d be focused on something else than your studies. I deserve some attention too, you know? Not only your stupid books” Regina smirked.

You narrowed your eyes at her “I know what you’re trying to do” you told her and turned back to your desk. As you attempted to pick up your books once more, Regina shot you an ice cold glare. "If you don't put that book down right now... I swear to god you'll regret it," she warned, her tone leaving no room for argument. Regina rarely used that glare on you, but when she did? She was serious about it. Her glare and tone of voice caused you to immediately put your book back down, holding your hands up in surrender.

"That's what I thought," Regina asserted, a smirk playing on her lips. "Now, you’re cleaning up this mess of books and notebooks on this desk first," she declared, taking charge of the situation and asserting her authority over the chaotic study environment you created over the last week. How you could even study in this mess was a mystery to Regina.

Reluctantly, you set aside your textbooks and notes as Regina took charge of making dinner in the meantime, bustling about the kitchen.

The aroma of home-cooked food soon filled the air, causing a low rumble to come from your stomach. You quickly finished cleaning up your stuff and walked to the kitchen where Regina stood behind the stove.

“That smells delicious” you told your girlfriend as you embraced her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder.

“It does, huh? Can you set the table for me, please?” Regina requested.

“Of course” you replied, giving Regina a kiss on the cheek before removing yourself from her. You set the table for dinner and sat down, waiting for Regina and the food.

As Regina set the steaming hot plates of food on the table, you immediately started eating before Regina herself had even the chance to get seated.

Regina observed you quickly shoving down the food she made with concern. It's a confirmation of her suspicions – you hadn’t been eating well all week, too consumed by your studies to the point you forgot to eat. With a pointed look, Regina breaks the silence. “I'm definitely keeping a closer eye on you when the next exam period comes up. You're not taking care of yourself properly. You’re never skipping dinner with me again in an exam period," Regina said, her gaze unwavering.

You frowned at her and attempted to deflect her concern. “You really don't need to, that's asking too much of you." you insisted

But Regina's resolve remains unyielding. "I don't care what you think. I'm keeping an eye on you. And that's final," she declares, her words leaving no room for argument. With a sigh you accept defeat, knowing that Regina can’t be swayed once she has her mind set on something.

That’s one thing that hasn’t changed since high school: Regina always gets what she wants.

After dinner, you cleared the table and did the dishes together. Then, Regina insisted on cuddling with you.

Entering your room, you see Regina is already situated on the bed. She already removed her makeup and changed into something more comfortable.

"Come here, you," Regina said, opening her arms wide with a playful smile. "I need some cuddles."

You hesitated for a moment before relenting, changing into comfier clothes and joining your girlfriend in bed. As your head hit the silk pillow (that Regina bought for you, because according to her it’s better for your hair) you sighed in content. "I guess I could use some cuddles too," you admitted softly, smiling back at your girlfriend.

Regina pulled you close, wrapping you in a warm embrace. “Now, I know you’re tired so I’ll let you go to sleep in a bit, but you do need to promise me to give me attention tomorrow.” she said, softly stroking your hair.

“I promise, my love” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to Regina’s forehead.

Eventually exhaustion takes hold of you both, and you drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace.

The next day you would spend no time on your studies, but only on Regina. You were determined to make it up to her. You even took her out on a spontaneous date to one of the high end restaurants she loved to make up for the lack of attention you gave her the past week. Afterwards the two of you went shopping and then cuddled for the remainder of the evening.

And your exams? Passed with flying colours.

[daylighted]

— journal ! reader's first case !

posting again some of the stuff in my drafts from my break <3 hope u guys didn't think i forgot about my baby lore !!

it was a rare instance in which dean and sam went their separate ways on a case. two separate occurrences of the same oddly specific attack needing investigated, and not enough time in the day to gather both’s information without splitting.

it was easier now, with you and baby in the ranks. as much as sam seemed to be against you initially (which you understood, of course — one moment, you were something he flipped through with comfortable familiarity, and the next you were a girl) he was grateful now for your arrival for times like this.

“this is mine?” you hold out the fake badge in front of you, studying the emblems etched into it. 

sam lightly nudges your hand down, a little laugh falling out of his mouth. “maybe don’t ask that so loud.” he offers a polite nod and smile to a passing couple. “cops don’t usually tend to question their stance as a cop.”

“maybe they should.” you look down, adjusting the badge’s pin into your navy button up again. it was not a flattering look on you, but not many things held a candle to sam’s warm brown jacket that he let you borrow more often than not. “cops are not the most morally sound people.”

sam doesn’t say anything, and when you look up to see why, you can see where he bites down on the corner of his mouth in an attempt to stifle his smile. his deep cratered dimples give him away, though. 

sam nods toward an abandoned house on your path, just branching off of main street. “there’s our house.”

“it already fits the quota for haunted.” 

“unfortunately, i doubt a ghost travels from one side of the town to the other to torment the neighbors of desolate homes.”

you tut under your breath. you’d heard of worse. hell, john winchester had SEEN worse. still, you don’t argue, even though it DOES fit the criteria. rotting, peeling wood on the doorway, paint chipping off of the paneling, the plants around the creaky front steps dead and gray.

sam does a quick glance up and down the streets before he shoulders the door open. he steps aside, holding it open for you to pass. “ladies first.”

“technically, you went first,” you say as you pass, careful to not let any part of you touch any part of him, “but it’s the thought that counts.”

“so you want to break into the house next time?” sam raises an eyebrow, shutting the squeaky front door behind himself. “i’ll keep that in mind.”

you’re ignoring him, but not on purpose. instead, your eyes are downturned to the demon summoning circle painted in vibrant red in the caution tape’s blocked off paths. you duck underneath one strip of it, your eyebrows furrowing.

“careful to not touch.” sam’s hand comes to steady your shoulder as you straighten again. “fingerprints—”

you smile reassuringly up at him. “i know how dna tracing works,” you tell him, lingering a second before you bend at the knee, severing the connection between the two of you. you swipe your fingers through the deep vibrant markings. “i also know that my dna is not in any database. i was a book.”

sam opens his mouth and shuts it with a HM. it always seemed to shut him up when you brought that up. you bring your sticky red fingers to your nose and recoil, choking on a gag. “it’s animal, i think.” you pause, taking a moment to collect yourself before you test the scent again. coppery and rotten and WRONG. “no, it’s human, but it’s…”

“tainted.” you hear your earlier words echoed back to you through sam’s phone speakers, held between the two of you, while dean rambles. “the blood used to draw these circles is tainted, probably because the people sacrificed became the vessels for whatever the hell they brought from the other side.”

sam grimaces. “any idea on what could be possessing them?”

“well, there’s no savin’ them, so if we find them, it’s a cut and dry case. knock ‘em and cut loose.” dean’s voice is scratchy through the speaker, quieting for a second before he comes back close. “baby says hi, lore.”

“hi, baby!” you all but snatch the phone from sam’s hand, letting go the moment your fingers touch.

sam shifts closer to you, bringing the phone closer to your eye level. dean says, “what’s lore thinkin’? she’s got the book written all over her.”

you still, your lips tightening into a little frown. “i think it’s a crossroads demon.” 

the silence is heavy, filled with thought and doubt alike. then, after a beat, baby quietly says into the speaker on her end, “i didn’t know it was so important that demons cross roads.”

you smile, shaking your head a little at the innocence of the statement, even as you start to bunch up the sleeves of your shirt. “it’s a type of demon, i—”

you glance down at the loose, messy scrawl about demons on your forearm, frowning deeper now. “john didn’t have any notes about crossroad demons?”

dean cuts in as sam’s face bunches up; two faces of the same denial. “bull. dad had everything under the sun in that journal.”

“let me look.” sam takes your wrist gently, his eyes scanning over handwriting he’s seen many times before, and read many more. his fingertips are light as they brush across your skin, tracing along to where he was at. you couldn’t look away from him, even though you should have been looking with him. 

he switches to your other arm, each sleeve to your elbows, and no luck. “that’s weird.” and even as he says it, his eyes flash with a blink of realization. “lore, can i…”

you tilt your head at him, not understanding the implications of his unfinished sentence. “…yes?”

sam’s hands go to the back of your neck, brushing your hair off of your shoulders, and you can’t help the shiver that trails down your spine at the gentle, tender motion. he hooks a finger into the collar of your navy button-up and tugs down, just slightly enough to feel the musty chill of the house’s abandoned room and the heat of his breath. 

“baby, are you listening?” sam asks, and you falter, realizing that he isn’t letting go yet, that his face is inches from your skin. 

baby’s voice comes back, along with an audible groan from dean. “you found the answer?”

sam reads verbatim the words you know by heart. every little detail about crossroads demons and their capabilities. it's only when the sentence cuts off that he stops, right before he pulls your shirt down enough to reveal the arch of your spine. 

“so it is a crossroads demon that was summoned?” baby asks, as dean assumedly snatches the phone back at the same time and says, “they were attempting to summon something bigger, and the crossroads demon saw an opportunity and jumped.”

“that’s what i was thinking,” sam says, and he’s still right behind you, holding the phone around your body so that both of you can speak, his arms caging you in. “to have two separate summoning circles on opposite sides of the town instead of one centric location feels like the entire town is in on something, and that the demon smelled gold all the way from hell.”

you loosen slowly, the rush of adrenaline making its way out of your body. now being able to focus enough, you grab sam’s wrist to pull it down lower so it can pick up your voice. “maybe it is a townsmember, coming back to seek revenge on the fact they were chosen as a sacrifice in this town’s schemes.”

dean is quiet. sam is quiet. in the background through the speaker, baby is asking to have the phone again, which dean assumedly obliges when her voice comes in clearly. “do you think there is a map pattern?” 

“what do you mean?” you ask, because it’s easier to focus on baby’s questions than it is to on sam pressed against your back comfortingly. 

“like… the house we’re at is directly on the opposite side of town, so maybe…”

sam whispers, both to himself and to you, “it’s in the shape of a circle on its own.”

“damn it,” dean sighs, “meet back on main street again so we can head to the library and find a goddamn townmap.”

sam adds, “and some history into this town and what the hell they’re trying to accomplish other than invite much more than a victim turned crossroads demon seeking revenge.”

the phone call ends, and neither of you move. not sam, who now stands close enough for you to feel his breath on your neck, and not you, frozen by the proximity. 

finally, you take a step forward, eager to get the hell out of the space of the summoning circle. “thank you for helping me,” you say, offering him a shy smile to follow.

“you did it all on your own.” sam’s smile replicates your own, his eyes full of the warmth that his father’s never had when he looked at you. “let’s go head to your favorite place now, okay?”

being around sam made every place your favorite place, but you were never one to turn down a trip to a library.

[kaijuparfait]

long ramble of me going through the venom trailer because i am insane totally normal about it

this isn't anything professional, just me spouting out random words as i run around in circles like an excited dog-

OK LET'S GO:

firstly... king please change your clothes its been years, why are you still wearing that exact same outfit???

BUT i am a sucker for the light going over and past Eddie as he walks, i just think it's so cool hehe,,

E: "You should probably know that I have a really dark and unpredictable side to me."

hmmm... i'll believe you. at first, it sounds like he's telling this to Venom, but I wouldn't be surprised if Eddie is telling this to someone else and this "dark and unpredictable side" is Venom.... Or he is telling this to Venom and Eddie just really wants to kill now which. I am ok with that, love that for them, they should be allowed to do what they want

cleanly punching off the lock via the ~ Power of Friendship ~ (or something like that)

not the dogs :( i'm assuming this is a place to hold dogs for like. dog fighting?? i think? which is terrible and those guys deserved to get their heads eaten!

E: "I'm giving you a chance, sweetie."

LET. EDDIE. KILL. everyone say thank you Tom Hardy for being Eddie cause WOAH i am. normal.

V: "Just say "when"." E: "...when."

WE'RE SO BACK its just like the "Mask!" "Copy." bit from the first movie omg we're so back, these two make me ill i love them sm

also Eddie not even flinching at the knife, most likely Venom turning off the pain (or something) but I like to think Eddie's just cool like that (these close ups of Eddie's face makes me wanna do a study on him, just draw him a million times for the fun of it, and i will! Tom Hardy is a beautiful man!)

either venom is fully acting as shoes or Eddie is wear the most busted up pair of crocs i have ever seen and both options are so great. either way- KICK! that guy is GONE you even see him slouched against the wall, surrounded by bricks in a later scene, Venom and Eddie are not messing around this movie!

I- hhhhh. ok. I'm ok. Yeah these two are NOT messing around, Eddie could not care less about these dudes, there is no hesitating, no guilt, no fear in this man's expression AND I LOVE IT <333 GET ANGRY! GET SCARY!!!

AND WE HAVE THE BOI. THERE HE IS!!! the roar sounds different too i think, it's very cool tho, feels like a shrill, higher pitch than i expected but i don't dislike it

let the dogs be free! they immediately start attacking those guys and i love it <3 doggy :3

AND EDDIE IS FIGHTING TOO WOOOOO i need to redraw all of these frame cause WHEW! making me blush with these shot compositions, so good. so much trust, Eddie knows Venom will keep him safe and jumps in! literally! i adore how Venom's head is following him too, it's so creepy, the way it just slithers through the air, I wish to send all my love to the teams who work on Venom, there are so many points from the trailer and the first 2 movies that I wanna dissect, just to point out all his little movements, very fun

speaking of his little movements- squinty eyes :3 and the half venom, half eddie face again! always a win, forever iconic <3

tearing apart this venom scene OK! the little tendrils by Eddie's face, the way they move around is so UGH its so weird and i adore it! This "pose" is also fun because we really get to see the inside of Venom's mouth, most importantly his teeeeeth, in a long, pretty still shot that isn't when his mouth is wide open, the artist in me is loving it

also the team always does an amazing job on just making Venom look alien- the thick veins, the shiny black skin, and the tendrils that are holding up the bad guy split apart, instead of being just one tentacle, very gross, but in a good way

E: "We.. are..-" V: "WE ARE VENOM!" E: "We.. are..-" V: "VENOM!!" E: "No.."

They share one braincell, holy fudge, I love symbrock fjdkslfjsdk

and Eddie just keeps trying! same tone, same level, and Venom is so excited

V: "Oh!"

(I also love these shots because we get a nice close up of how Venom's mouth moves when pronouncing words)

E: "Yeah.. We.." V: "We.." E + V: "are... Venom." E: "...We really need to work on that."

and they get there eventually lmao, the way they say it is so in sync, even the eye movements are the same, how they open wider, and THE VOICES hhhh the voices.,,.. Tom Hardy is such a good. voice actor? in this sense ig.. i am on the ground, pure joy with how Eddie and Venom's voices overlap here

and Venom goes to town! lovely meal <3 getting a meal with the bf <3

I am LOOKING oh my goodness his mouth can open WIDE... normal feelings rn, yup, mhm!

doggy :D dog friends :D also Eddie no shot you stole that guy's shoes lmao??? nice boots tho (as someone who wears cowboy boots often, i would love to see Eddie in a full outfit.. putting that in the drawing idea list...)

V: "DELICIOUS! You take me to all the finest places!"

see! dinner date! :3 I can just hear the smile on Venom, i love when he's happy

and the world's most pathetic wet cat of a man (I say with the upmost affection) is back!

more proof that Eddie is never NOT sweating and that Tom Hardy's Eddie voice has the most confusing accent- i think he's saying

E: "Honey, I don't know."

but he could very well just be stuttering, or maybe he stopped midway and instead said "I need- I don't know." but i'm hoping they're at the point of pet names, go full comic, let Eddie call Venom "love" and "dear" and "my darling"

[Edit- thank you @.bridoesotherjunk for pointing out that he says "I need a Tylenol." i need better listening comprehension i guess??? lol?]

i don't know 100% of the Venom lore, still have tons of comics to read, so i won't talk much about the potential storyline here but- 4 SYMBIOTES!! maybe maybe maybe the Life Foundation Symbiotes... these babies got some funky colors.. they already used the name Riot but these 4 could be Lasher, Phage, Scream and Agony if i pray hard enough, the colors don't match but i can dream!

totally not emotional over this little bit of Venom that was left behind from that one after credits scene trying to bond with a host gently. yup yeah my heart isn't hurting at all!

LET MY BOY GO, HE DID NO WRONG!!!

my favorite local cryptid, what a creature

and he changed! finally! nice shirt tho, buttoned up only part way? the HAIR??? good stuff

fire seems to be a known weakness now, looking at the background, and i can't guess what they're looking up at, Eddie does speed up for it tho. I'm gonna say either a helicopter or something else they're gonna try and jump up to? Venom does go-

V: "OH SHIT"

during this scene so maybe it's one of those Symbiotes from before? Who knows, I could guess a hundred things but idk

THE WATER SCENE!! FROM THAT ONE BEHIND THE SCENES PHOTO TOM HARDY POSTED!!!

Venom in the last bit and Eddie being just himself if the first portion of these clips show that these guys 100% know what they're doing and have some sort of device (shown in the right image) that is capable of doing some crazy damage to Venom! Which! Oh no!!! I enjoy fight scenes underwater tho (Looks at Godzilla), very hyped for this one, I really wanna see how Venom swims. Yeah that sounds a bit weird but like. no way he's swimming like a human, c'mon now

E: "We are living the dream, my friend V: "You mean it?!" E: "NO."

Can't get over Venom's delivery here, he sounds so genuinely, it made me laugh, especially to how exhausted Eddie sounds lmao

LAS VEGAS??? y'all guessed right, they really are gonna get married in vegas,,

Eddie in a suit, HELLO??? my guy is looking snazzy! really tho, he looks so nice a suit, the BLACK AND WHITE suit? perfect. I saw people saying that they hope that Venom is the suit and just. me too..

MRS. CHEN RETURNS omg this cast are all so <333 she is GORGEOUS that dress is beautiful on her AND HER HAIR Mrs. Chen my beloved

Mrs. Chen sounds so happy to see Eddie, and Venom also very excitedly say hi, my heart is going to burst, it is overflowing, this part of the trailer makes me smile so much AND THEN THEY DANCE WITH EACH OTHER!!! I know it's called The Last Dance but I was not expecting a dance with Mrs. Chen??? I am more than ok with this tho, Venom and Mrs. Chen, dancing on the stairs, they look so happy, they're having such a good time i can't, my heart can't take this <3

AND LOOK HOW THEY HOLD HER HANDS.. they... they care about each other so much i'm going to cry in the theaters- no i'm gonna cry NOW.

is that a xenophage i see??? that thing is HUGE HUH??? i fully understand Venom in this (side note, i ADORE how Venom goes "JESUS CHRIST" upon seeing this thing, the line delivery get's better every film, that was so genuine) this design is insane tho, i might spend some time doing a study on it

Toxin is here! YIPPEE!!! love the voice, thought it was Venom for a second the first time i watch this but its pretty good

I have no clue who the people are that are in this tower thing, I've seen a few theories but i ain't embarrassing myself by guessing wrong here lmao

(running out of image spaces sorry!)

in the clip of Venom walking into this lab (?) and then getting violently shot at, is it just me or does Venom seem small? I'm guessing the door is just really big but like. idk maybe i'm just mixing up my Venoms and thinking that he's not as big as I remember

really quick cut of what may be 2 more Symbiotes like the 4 from earlier? maybe they're the same and are just changing colors, maybe they're new, who knows! I love their colors tho, the one on the right (in the clip) looks like it's blue and pink and i think that's cute

Xenophage breaks into this lab, love that for her, she is still terrifying!

E: "We may not make it out of this alive, buddy."

haha what do you mean by that king?

V: "Eddie... the time has come..."

HAHA PAUSE. uhm. he said the same thing last time at the end of Let There Be Carnage and Eddie didn't let him go but, istg, IF THEY DIE AT THE END OF THIS MOVIE. i know its the last of the trilogy BUT THEY DON'T NEED TO DIE, SONY, MARVEL, DON'T DO THIS TO ME. i am going cry violently at the writers... i don't think i will ever stop crying if they die at the end

they're in this busted up helicopter, already intriguing, but when it zooms in on Eddie's face, he's tearing up??? this movie is checking off every emotion, i need to remember to stay hydrated before i go see it, i will cry so much

I don't even think i'll be able to handle just one of them dying, the end of the first movie made me tear up the first time i saw it, and that was before i was as insane about them as i am now, i will be UNWELL in the theater

And last but certainly not least. HORSE VENOM WOOOOOO

the design for this things is insane, i didn't think i'd ever wanna draw a horse in my life but like.. kinda changing my mind ngl (weird detail, Venom horse has hands and feet and not hooves!)

E: "Be honest with me, how fast do you think you can make that thing go, without killing it?" V: "..ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!"

Venom sounds a bit muffled in this clip which makes it a bit more funny to me, i won't lie. Eddie is hanging on FOR HIS LIFE THOUGH, geez i know he said "how fast" but Eddie gets LAUNCHED OFF VENOM when they go over that cliff. fun reference to the first movie, how Venom grabs onto Eddie as he flies up, like on the motorcycle <3

this horse scene has to be earlier on because Eddie is in The Outfit and is also not wearing shoes??? i refuse to believe he'd put it back on, and in the helicopter-"it is time" clip, Eddie is wearing that white shirt, which looks like the undershirt to the suit (maybe) so the Las Vegas scene happens before them running from the explosion/fire.

oh right, the song that's playing? Space Oddity by David Bowie? yeah it's about an astronaut dying along in space.... which... is not very comforting...

god this trailer makes me so hyped, October cannot come faster i need this movie NOW. please.

man the trailer is kinda confusing, i'm already making guesses on where things happen and what the context could be, but literally anything could happen in this film. there are so many things that just don't make sense yet and it's hurting my brain I JUST WANNA KNOW! are those new Symbiotes or not? What even is the plot? Will Eddie and Venom profess their love to each other? Will Sleeper be real? How many times will this movie make me cry? Only time will tell

...and it's only the first trailer! head so full of thoughts, heart so full of emotions!

[wileys-russo]

never being able to finish a movie with golden retriever unc lessi because she can’t sit still for that long and the two of you just end up messing around and making out instead 😫😫😫 I want her to kiss me SO BAD

golden girl II a.russo

you tapped your foot impatiently as you knocked on the door of your girlfriends dorm room, not having been able to see your favorite blonde all day which had felt like an eternity.

normally the two of you were attached at the hip, both exceedingly needy, but with her championship game coming up alessia was having to do extra training sessions almost daily, and with your finals in full swing you were needing to study.

things in which you were unable to help one another at all.

you were dangerously uncoordinated with a football and your girlfriend was dangerously distracting when you were trying to focus on your revision.

but you'd finally finished your last test today, and alessia had finished training early due to the heat wave which had decided to roll in just in time for the weekend. which finally meant the two of you could spend some quality time together again, both having been texting the other all day about how much you missed them, despite having seen one another just last night.

like you said, you were both exceedingly needy, and forever teased by your friends for your obvious co-dependency.

when she didn't answer you knocked again, in fact you knocked continuously until you finally heard footsteps hurrying closer on the other side of the door.

"oh my god i was literally using the toilet can you-"

"catch me!" you sang out, suddenly launching yourself at the taller blonde, jumping on her and wrapping your legs around her waist as she stumbled slightly but caught you, flinging the door closed.

"hi baby!" the blonde beamed happily, any previous annoyance at your feverish knocking completely wiped away. "hello gorgeous." you grinned, grabbing her face and smashing your lips to hers, pulling away with a slight smack as your mouths seperated.

"i missed you." alessia's entire face lit up as she placed you gently back down on your feet, drawing your body into hers and peppering your face all over with kisses. "i missed you more. how was training?" you both exchanged a few proper kisses and sat down on her bed.

"god it was awful. we were doing wind sprints and conditioning and it was so hot!" alessia groaned at the memory, collapsing backwards into the mattress, both of you shuffling around so you were sat up against her headboard and her head lay in your lap.

"if even i think its hot i can't imagine what its like for your poor british skin." you teased, tangling your hands in her hair. this then prompted her into an infamous ramble, the girl chattering away happily as you hummed occasioanly to show her you were listening.

"oh! hey i saw this video babe i wanna try something." she shot up suddenly, frantically changing subject, scrambling for her phone and tapping through for a moment. "no way, you'll drop me!" you shook your head in refusal at what she was propsing.

"no i won't! look at these." she made a show of flexing her muscles as you rolled your eyes, fake yawning and checking the time on your imaginary watch, squealing as your girlfriend tickled your sides for the action.

"come on." she stood, grabbing your hands and tugging you with her, laying down on the floor and assuming the right position. "like the video." she encouraged, propping her legs up and holding out her hands for you to grab.

"lessi i really don't think-" "don't think, just do. just trust me!"

you gave in with a sigh, shuffling closer and very carefully moving so you were stood basically on the balls of her feet. "see!" alessia grinned, pushing her legs upwards as you made a strange noise and your girlfriend held you up in the air.

"i'm gonna let go now." "baby no!" "it'll be fine, okay in 5, 4, 3-" "if you drop me i swear to-"

though of course your sentence was cut short as she dropped your hands early and you wobbled, going toppling down on top of her as the blonde let out a loud grunt as your body collected with hers.

"i told you! idiot." you smacked her shoulder and sat up, rubbing at your ribs which had copped the force of most of the fall. "oh that reminds me! lotte did this insane slide tackle today babe." with that your past activity was forgotten, alessia eagerly jumping to her feet.

you smiled in amusement as she threw her whole body into her story telling, hands flying around and legs kicking out violently as she avidly re-enacted various things which had happened to her today making you laugh.

your beautiful golden retriever of a girlfriend.

~

"babe can i braid your hair please?" you hummed with a nod at her request, adjusting your position laid up in between your girlfriends legs.

her slender fingers carefully let down your hair, combing through it gently as your focus remained on the movie playing on her laptop which was perched precariously on a stack of textbooks at the end of the bed.

both of you having joined your friends for dinner earlier in the evening you'd cut your time with them short, returning to alessia's room to shower and soak up all the quality time you could with one another before she'd be busy most of the weekend preparing for the championship.

to your surprise the blonde had suggested the two of you watch a movie, the heat still relentless and the air thick and humid, not letting up no matter how late into the night it ticked.

both of you were laid together with alessia only in shorts and a sports bra and you in a large shirt of hers opting out of shorts entirely, sleeves rolled up to your shoulders.

though given the shortness of your girlfriends attention span you were impressed you'd gotten even halfway through the movie, the heat seeming to calm her normally hyperactive behavior.

but it would appear, you spoke far too soon.

"baby i'm bored." the girl sighed heavily, growing tired of playing with your hair as her arms flopped back down to her sides. "watch the movie then." you smiled, craning your head back to press a sweet kiss to her jaw, grabbing her arms and wrapping them back around you.

that seemed to work for about ten minutes.

"baby i'm still bored." she whined, head thumping against the headboard with a groan. "we can do something else after this finishes lessi." you promised, squeezing her hands which were intertwined as your eyes stayed trained to the laptop screen.

"...or we could do something else now?" she husked in your ear, your body tensing in her arms as she started to kiss at your neck. "i really want to see how this ends babe, go practice your juggling or something." you shrugged her away, now only around a half hour left of the movie you were determined to see its resolution.

"it's too hot for that." the blonde pouted, chin resting on your shoulder as her hands left your own, creeping their way up your body and you knew where she intended them to land. "alessia." you warned quietly, far too used to the outspoken girls antics when she didn't get her way.

"mm?" she hummed, her hands sure enough dipping down the collar of your shirt and settling themselves on your chest. "no baby." you sighed in amusement, grabbing her wrists and removing them, holding them back around your waist.

"yes baby." she yanked them away and quickly reassumed her position, squeezing your chest teasingly. "no!" you laughed, removing them again much to her impatient protests.

"but i can't sit still babe, can we pleasee makeout or something." alessia almost begged, her knees starting to bounce beneath you as her lips peppered kisses along your bare shoulder. "there is like twenty minutes left lessi, play with your phone or something." you denied her again with a small sigh, eyes still refusing to leave the screen much to your girlfriends growing need and annoyance.

"you could pause it, we have a little smooch, watch the ending, continue to smooch...maybee a little extra afterwards." alessia suggested with a wry smile, teeth tugging playfully at your ear lobe.

"smooch? who the hell's been teaching you to say that?" you laughed, your girlfriend groaning as you ignored her request. she tapped your shoulders and grumbled she needed to use the toilet as you sat up to allow her to get up. you blew her a kiss as she continued to pout at you moodily, huffing when your head turned back to the movie.

she returned a few moments later, flopping herself down on top of you and ignoring your whines it was too hot as her legs settled either side of your hips. "what are you doing?" you sighed as she basically laid herself down on top of you, pressing her face into your neck.

"just watch your movie baby." she whispered, your eyes fluttering shut with a wince as her teeth suddenly sank into the tanned flesh of your shoulder.

"lessi!" you managed to breathe out as the girl left a feverish hickey, her tongue gently swiping over the bright red mark to soothe its sting, quickly moving onto the column of your throat, sucking aggressively at the skin making your hips buck involuntarily.

"no no, you just watch your movie babe." you felt her smile into the skin as she attacked your neck, holding your hands down to the mattress as you tried to grab at her. "shit." you hissed as she left a particularly nasty lovebite on your collarbone, kissing over it gently and murmering how much she loved you in your ear.

the movie long forgotten now your eyes closed and your head pressed back into the pillow with a needy whine as the taller girls knee came to slot in between your legs.

you exhaled shakily as the striker purposefully pressed down right where you needed her, but intentionally not with enough pressure to satisfy the way her lips destroying your neck right now was making you crave her.

"tell me how the movie ended baby, or no more touching." alessia grinned down at you with a wicked glint in her eye, loving nothing more than to rile you up so your energy levels matched her own which were constantly soaring.

"they all murdered him." you managed to get out as she pulled your shirt up with her teeth, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses up your stomach and sternum, the sight only driving you further toward insanity as she pressed her knee down a little more firmly, teasingly moving it round and round in slow circles.

"oh really? why?" she asked, nose tucking itself back into your neck as her kisses became sweeter, her tongue lovingly tracing its way across the scattered galaxy of marks you both knew you'd be yelling at her for later.

"he was-he was a bad man. ripped them all off!" you stammered out, the blondes mouth now hovering over yours with a hum. with expert precision she leaned back slightly, using her foot to slam the laptop closed, cutting off the sound and plunging the room into silence.

finally letting go of your hands you wasted no time grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her mouth to meet with yours, a messy clash of lips, teeth and tongue as the two of you shifted and rolled against one another, quiet moans echoing around the dorm room.

you huffed as alessia again pinned your hands by your head, grinning down at you cheekily as she pecked your sweetly lips a few times. how the girl could go from assertively sexy to cute and goofy in a matter of seconds would always baffle you.

"my most pretty girl." alessia murmured affectionately, smiling at you lovingly for a moment before letting go of your hands and pressing a tender kiss to your sweaty forehead.

the striker then rolled off of you, claiming she was now far too hot to continue, leaving you hot and bothered in another way as you looked to her in disbelief, the blonde reaching over for her laptop.

"so, what should we watch next baby?"

[justporo]

Astarion doesn't know how to cook, but wants to make Tav a romantic dinner. He enlists the help of Gale and regrets it near instantly. Do with this what you like :3

My dear mushy, this is a wonderful prompt, so thank you so much for that. (I loved that it had me write another one of the companions!)

It is in fact so wonderful that it will turn into a short little two-part thingy (because it makes sense in my head and also I can split up the parts, so I can go to bed now, hihi)

So, have: Gale and Astarion pissing each other off in this part and find out if Tav actually does get her romantic dinner in the second part of:

A Night of... Shattered Glass and the Smell of Burning?

“Dinner? Oh Astarion, all these months on the road and all this time since we’ve come to Baldur’s Gate. And you only ask me now?”

“Not with you, you idiot, with Tav!”

Astarion was standing in the wizard’s study – in the place Gale had obtained after your joint adventure to stay a while longer in the city. The wizard was sitting behind his massive desk, Tara on his lap who purred excessively because of all the head scratches she received. And in front of the desk stood Astarion, arms crossed over his chest and an displeased expression on his face. His body was halfway turned towards the door as if he wanted to be ready to leave the room and this place – forever – whenever the need arose.

Gale grinned at the vampire’s uneasiness but didn’t say anything to soothe his former companion – he was relishing the moment way too much for that. So he opted to just stare at the elf and make him suffer a little while longer.

Astarion sighed in defeat and pinched the bridge of his nose with thumb and index finger before he let them stretch out, pressing into his closed eyes. “Gale, don’t make me regret I’ve come here, please”, Astarion pressed out from behind gritted teeth.

Tara stretched out on Gale’s lap, yawned deeply and jumped off her owner’s lap to saunter around the desk. Gale let her, keeping his gaze on the vampire: “No really, you have to give me at least this one moment in return, Astarion, just one teeny tiny moment of you coming to me for help. You’ve actually grown so much over just such a short span…”

Astarion zoned out while the wizard rambled on trying to have his superior moment of being sarcastic and sassy – Gods, it had been a horrible idea to come here. He felt the wizard’s cat stroke around his legs then, rubbing her head against his shins and looking up at him expectantly.

So, he bowed down to lift her up and started to pet her to which Tara responded with arching her back into the vampire’s careful touch and starting to purr loudly. At that a smile crept onto Astarion’s face. He’d always liked cats – fierce and beautiful creatures.

“…and I feel so honoured that you would ask me out of all people, Astarion – really!”, ended the wizard his sarcastic speech and was finally silent. Astarion rolled his eyes: “Now go and write it all into your journal and draw pink glittery hearts around it while kicking your little feet. Are you done now?” Gale lifted one finger and narrowed his eyes with raised eyebrows: “Allow me one more question.” Astarion groaned. “Does Tav know?”, the wizard asked.

“No”, hissed the vampire in response and stared angrily at Gale “and if you’re going to tell her, I am going to rip your godsdamned throat out.” Gale reacted with lifting his hands defensively: “Alright okay, I’m done. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Some of the tension left Astarion’s body. “So will you help me or not?”, he asked while focusing on the cat in his arms instead of the person he was asking something off – openly committing to wanting help, talking about a weakness – and may it be something as inconsequential as this – was not something he had learned awfully well to accept; perhaps he never really would.

Gale’s gaze softened a little and he stood up from behind the desk to walk around it and leaning against it in a relaxed pose. He crossed his arms over his chest: “So… come again, what exactly is it exactly that you’re planning?”

Finally, Astarion lifted his gaze to look at the wizard. His eyes was full of suspicion after Gale had at first opted to tease him about a genuine demand. And it had already cost him an enormous amount of pride to swallow to actually come over and voice his request for help. The wizard sighed: “Okay listen, I’m sorry, I was a dick about this – it’s just… I wouldn’t have expected this from you, is all…”

Astarion didn’t say anything in response, his reluctancy had not yet left him. And so an awkward kind of silence stretched between the two men – unable or unwilling to be more open and sincere; at least for the time being.

“Listen”, Gale started again “I’ll help you, I promise. But you have to tell me what you want to do or else I don’t know how.”

Astarion looked down again at the purring cat in his arms. After a few heartbeats he sighed and said: “In a few weeks, it will be six months since… Tav and I are official. And I thought after all the peril she, I mean we all, but she especially has been put through and after everything she’s done for me…” The vampire’s words trailed off and he threw Gale a glance. There were no more words needed in this instance, Gale had been there beside him and Tav when they had walked into Cazador Szarr’s lair.

The wizard felt his throat close up at the memory – as much in dread, as he remembered, as in compassion for his… friend.

“So”, Gale coughed and readjusted his position against his giant wooden desk, before he went on in a more animated manner, “you thought a nice romantic dinner would be a nice opportunity to show her a little bit of your gratefulness and also celebrate your love.” “I see we are finally on the same page, my wizard partner in crime”, Astarion replied then cheerfully – thankful for the change in mood.

“And the problem is that it’s been a while, naturally, since you had the pleasure in the kitchen”, Gale went on. Astarion cleared his throat: “To be honest, even before… let’s just say food had just always come on a plate.”

“Hah, and now it always comes from a neck, right?”, Gale tried to crack a joke and failed miserably. The vampire looked ready to leave once more: “Please leave the jokes to me, Gale. Else I’m leaving – and taking the cat.”

Gale let his head fall back until he was facing the ceiling. “This won’t be easy”, he whispered under his breath. Then he lifted his hands as he let himself look at the vampire once more that had started cooing at Tara in his arms – making little kissy faces at the cat that was stretching out one of his paws as if in a gentle caress of the elf’s face.

“Let’s just get to the point. What did you have in mind then?”, said the wizard and made a few steps towards Astarion how was now stroking Tara’s face with a single finger as if she was a baby. Only when Gale was almost in front of him did he notice that the wizard had asked him another question.

The vampire gave another sigh and then shortly bent down to set down the animal which protested softly but then just kept stroking around his legs. “I thought you could teach me some stuff. Show me to make some dishes so I can prepare the dinner for Tav myself…” “Yes okay, but what does she like – I mean, back on the road we all made do with what we could get our hands on, but if you want to surprise her with something shouldn’t it be something to impress her?”, Gale interrupted, immediately getting into planning mode. His head was already turning on how to get organised and starting. “Well, Gale, from what I’ve heard the last time you wanted to impress a woman it didn’t go all too well, didn’t it? Maybe tone it down a little”, the vampire bit out. But a sparkle had entered his red eyes, nonetheless, at the thought of actually pulling this surprise off.

Gale though was back at looking at the ceiling, cursing whatever had put this flatulated vampire in his path. “Alright”, Gale sighed, “first thing we have to settle is that we can’t go for each other’s throats all the time – VERBALLY, verbally”, he exclaimed with raised eyebrows and pointed a finger at Astarion when the vampire had started smirking at him in a kind of way.

“I didn’t start – at least this time”, the vampire shot back. “Astarion”, Gale drawled annoyedly in a tone that might’ve been used many a time towards his cat – which did actually look up at her owner and cocked her head at him.

“Fine”, Astarion agreed in the same tone. “So, let’s figure out the desired menu first, shall we?”, Gale said to put them back on track. “What’s Tav’s favourite food, what dishes does she like – sweet, savoury?”

Do that Astarion put a hand to his chin and started to think. His brows furrowed and his gaze was suddenly miles away: “Her favourite thing are strawberries by far, but that does only work for dessert. Maybe with something chocolate-y, she really does have a knack for sweet stuff.” At that point Gale opened his mouth to crack another joke but shut it immediately when he realised how genuine Astarion had become all of a sudden.”

“She likes hearty foods – nothing needlessly complicated or pretentious. And she always goes on about how she’d love to have more fish but that it’s so complicated to prepare sometimes, hmm.” Astarion was still lost in his thoughts and kept rambling on about every last detail he could remember about what might work and what they had to avoid.

Gale’s face split into a huge, warm grin, bewildered by Astarion and how much he knew about these small little details about his soulmate and how much genuine care and love shone in his eyes as he kept talking about her.

Gale put out his hand to lay on Astarion’s shoulder who was still somewhere else, still talking. At the light gesture the elf flinched and shock filled his eyes for a short moment before he realised is was only the wizard. “Second rule, don’t just touch me”, he hissed at the man who was still smiling warmly at his friend behaving like a feral street cat.

“Agreed. Let’s just get to work, Astarion. I’ll make a chef out of you in no time. Let’s go.” And with these final words Gale went off towards his kitchen.

Astarion expressed his doubts in the wizard’s self-impression but followed closely behind.

[rosiesdisneydrama]

I am only on the fringes of this fandom but the Pre Series aus (and old man yaoi) slowly sank into me until my brain was tricked into making an au.

Behold! Witch Stanley! (I've been calling it the Witch Way Next au)

Basic idea is pretty simple, after he was kicked out, Stanley stayed with someone he found out was an actual Old Witch. Who, after hearing what happened, decided to all-but-legally adopt him and started to teach him magic. (Bc they were old and, despite being a witch, weren't immortal and have never had a family to pass on their skills to.)

They helped a lot with his mental health/internalized issues while he lived with them. Making him more stable and put together than canon.

They passed away after a few years, but gifted him basically all their tools (like a near-bottomless suitcase and dufflebag to help him carry it all without anyone noticing) to use and self-study/learn after they were gone. A lot of his work while traveling was as a Magic Fix-it/"Handyman" instead of sales work and cons. (Unless someone needed to be taken down a peg or two.)

Now some other notes (Some of which are one the drawing)

He uses the witch's surname most of the time, to denote that he was their student/succsssor. He also has their book of contacts for other magical people/shops they knew around the country (which he's been adding to)

He smokes herbal cigarettes now, which he makes himself. They can be used to cast spells since many of the ones he was taught use smoke/burned herbs as part of their ingredients!

His lighter helps him conjur/fight with fire magic.

Wears a protective talisman all the time. He sleeps with it on, even.

Every hotel/motel he's stayed in smells like lavender and sage when he leaves. (Lavender and Sage are protective/purifying and can keep malevolent and violent magic and creatures away.)

His clothes and health are better when he and Stanford meet again because he's in a better mental state than cannon. (Thanks to lots of soul-searching and identity-grappling while learning to use magic)

His messy mullet-like style is actually semi-intentional because of a spell he uses a lot when he's in a tight spot.

He actually didn't come to Gravity Falls because of his brother. He was asked to go there as a favor to someone he knows and bumped into his estranged twin by accident.

And that's the basic gist of how Stanley is different in this. As you can imagine, a lot of things probably will change from canon, if I continue adding to this.

I would actually like to talk more about it, so please send asks if you want me to ramble about anything in the au!

[viki23spots]

I'm happy that you got excited, @cryingoverdeadgaywizzards . So, here it is, I would appreciate feedback!

P.S. I edited it again before posting it and I like it even more now, so thanks for that! Also, please, if you see any mistakes, or a sentence sounds weird, tell me. I want to improve my english and my writing. Thank you!

Edit: I wrote a second chapter, working on the third.

What draws me to you by Viki23spots on AO3. Just be aware that I have locked it for guests and users only, since there are bots going around.

James sat on the floor, while looking at two reds, one slightly darker than the other. He couldn't, for the life of him, see which was the one Sirius wanted. He had a picture of the package, sure, but they both looked like the correct shade.

"Ugh, why did I agree to this?" He whined, while getting up from the floor.

He stepped towards the counter, done with Sirius' perfectionism. The last time he bought him the wrong shade, Sirius actively ranted for the next half an hour and kept rubbing it in for a whole week! Even as he left earlier today Sirius reminded him "not to get the wrong colour". Not shade, colour.

He sighed, rubbing his nose, his glasses slightly lifting off his face. James was tired. The only reason he agreed to this errand was because if he tried to write even one more word, he would go crazy.

It wasn't enough that he had an essay due soon in almost every class, but he also got an assignment in creative writing. Normally he loved those, but right now it was too overwhelming.

He snapped back to the present, stopping in his tracks. The person behind the counter was both gorgeous and the spitting image of his best friend. His hair was shorter, frame smaller, face softer, but the differences mostly ended there.

James just gaped, shamelessly starting at the stranger, who lifted his gaze from whatever he was doing and turned it towards him.

"Can I help you?" His voice was deeper than James expected.

"I'm having trouble picking the correct shade." He fished his phone from his pocket and showed the picture to the pretty cashier. "They both look like they could be the correct one."

The boy behind the counter squinted his eyes at the screen, picking up one of the bottles. He zoomed in on the picture, mumbling something under his breath and looking, first at the bottle in his hand, then at the other one.

"It's this one." He picked up the other shade. "The name of the colour is written on the bottom. Can I help you with anything else?"

James almost missed the question. He was preoccupied with studying the beautiful stranger. High cheek bones, pale complexion, grey eyes.

He looks so much like Sirius.

But he looked different, too. Straight nose, instead of slightly crooked. A softer jawline, although it still looked like it could cut glass.

"Uhh..."

"Excuse me?" A woman appeared next to him and the pretty cashier directed his attention to her.

James, you moron!

At the same moment his phone rang. The moment he picked up James knew he had to go.

"Prongs, where are you?!" Sirius was as melodramatic as always. "I need that paint now!"

"Calm down, Padfoot, I'm just waiting to pay." James sighed, a slight smile on his face.

As much as Sirius annoyed him sometimes, it wouldn't be him without the theatrics. And he loved him for that.

"Don't tell me to calm down! I'm out of paint and out of time. I won't be able to finish on time if you don't get your ass here right now!"

"Okay, fine. Be there in ten." James sighed, done with life.

The end of the academic year also meant the end of his sanity. Every year it got worse, but he thought this year was the pinnacle of it all.

"Your friend is an artist, I presume?"

James looked at the boy behind the counter, a smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah, a pretty good one. He's done with all of his projects, but he's making stage costumes for a gig and he started too late, so... Yeah." James bit his lip, realizing he started rambling again.

"Hm, this one is a good choice, if you want it to last." He grabbed the incorrect shade and went to put it back on the shelf. "Anything else, besides the paint?"

James watched him as he moved around the shop. His movements were graceful. Maybe too graceful.

"No, thank you." He pulled out his debit card and paid.

James picked up the paint, but instead of going to the rescue of his dramatic best friend, he leaned on the counter, trying to find the right words.

"Is something the matter?" The beautiful cashier asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Well..." Get it together. "Can I get your insta? You know, in case there is something wrong with the paint."

You are an idiot, James Fleamont Potter.

The person behind the counter blinked, then a smirk appeared on his face. James wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

"If it's just for the paint, then no, you can't." He leaned on the counter as well, shortening the distance between them, his smirk widening.

James pursed his lips, feeling his face heat up. "Um- No, not just because of the paint."

"And what would be the reason then?" The cashier leaned even closer, looking James up and down, his smirk turning into an amused smile.

"Uh, well- There is another reason, of course there is another reason-" He was officially blushing, struggling with his words. "I- I would like to get- to get to know you."

"Is that so?"He leaned even closer, only centimeters away from James' face, before pulling back and getting his phone out. "There."

James took it, the app already opened on the search engine, taping his username, before giving it back.

The boy followed him before scrolling down. "Well, James, you should get that paint to your friend." He cooed, before disappearing into the back room.

James stood dumbfounded, before his phone rang again. He was out the door before having a chance to pick up.

[jet-teeth]

Specifically relating to my latest post, but in general also: I feel like my attention span has gotten so bad these days in terms of actually finishing anything, to the point that the deflection/procrastination-projects get as silly as "builds a whole-ass 3D model instead of finishing the goddamn drawing because that's somehow easier than dealing with the perfectionism demon hovering over my shoulder when I draw these days"

(I think this why I'm trying to chase looser styles/play around with traditional media here and there again, since anything too precise starts to activate the Overthink Demon. I guess what I post is "oops! All sketches" anyway, but a lot of things still get overworked. Probably should start using timers again or something idk) Rarely do I actually "finish" models as well, which is generally why I don't post any (they are almost always studies/character reference models) but let's see if I can get around to making some Printable Little Guys this year, since frankly I find 3D a more comfortable medium to work in than outright painting/doing rendered-out stuff

Ramble post, but I'm always interested in the topic of "process" when it comes to art, and how struggles & limitations might actually help an individual find what their strengths really are too (or, just reveal areas that need more work. I DO want to finish a couple of the paintings in my WIP folder, but I also have accepted that it's not gonna be the natural medium for me ever) (I always try to include art in long text posts like this so they aren't as boring. Have a Banana Cat drawing I never uploaded. Also yes the printer HAS been added to my enclosure and it's great fun :> )

[madscience]

can. can yuo tell me about ur oc.. sawbones.. im eanamored by the name and posts tagged as them. i would love to hear more.

OUGHHH YES!!!! :3 thank you for asking <3

i know this is every oc haver's dream but i'm SO bad at talking about my ocs, i never know what to say, so sorry in advance if this is a load of rubbish >_< (also sorry it's so long oughhh i didn't expect to ramble so much)

sawbones is a mad scientist oc that i've had for like 5-6 years now. he's part of a group of ocs that i put together just because i needed a home for my supernatural creatures tbh. that being said, sawbones is human, though he IS immortal (he's syphoning a dying reaper's life force, you know how it is).

the town he lives in is tucked away in a pocket dimension that mirrors the town in the 'overworld' that it's attached to, and the mirror is ongoing. things will change in one world, and then something will appear or be built by chance in the same spot in the other. there are weak points in the barrier between the two where people and objects can accidentally slip through, which is how sawbones ended up there in the first place several 100 years ago (perhaps even longer tbh i still haven't decided).

he's got the classic dead wife thing going on. he used to be a surgeon back when he was still mortal (that's dr sawbones to you), with a wife and kids and a mostly normal little life. then his wife dies and predictably his mental health goes down the drain, ends up digging her back up because he's convinced that if he's smart enough, and persistent enough, that anything is possible. he gets found out and his wife's body is burned, obviously the kids get taken away too, he copes really well with that (/s).

so then he develops a new idea, he'll just RECREATE her instead. perhaps if he can create an entirely new living being, with full automation and free will and it's own thoughts, he can mould it into his wife later. he goes through a lot of different concepts really. at one point he discovers ghosts are real and thinks that maybe she could possess any old body. (she can't, she's gone forever).

the main problem, though, is that he doesn't actually remember her and he's REALLY touchy about that. she could come back just as she left and he wouldn't recognise her at all, or if he did, he would be convinced that she were somehow wrong and warped. but he'll keep working towards that goal, even though he's doomed to fail and kinda knows it in the back of his mind.

he's spent so long with this one-track mind that his socialisation skills have gone completely out the window. his judgement of what's acceptable completely depends on whether it helps or hinders his goal, which of course makes the rest of the town find him extremely off-putting.

he's a really nice guy when you get to know him though, ignoring the unethical experiments. he's quite happy to help anyone and everyone in the town with their problems if he can, and often he CAN because he loves to latch onto an idea and get to the bottom of it. it's only what he's been doing for most of his life after all. it doesn't help that the town is comprised of supernatural creatures and his current focus is on magic and the supernatural, but what can ya do, gotta study something!

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ok whatever. i've already talked way too much so here's some art from both me and others <3. warning for gore in the linked ones.

i've only posted one piece myself which is here. @kil9 has drawn me 2 epic sawbones pieces here and here. and then i also commissioned faiyx for an icon here (not tagging bc i don't know him like that). other than that, here's a few more older drawings because i don't actually draw him that much, as well as a birthday gift from @helsex (first pic :3) !!

[cattnipt]

HELLLOOOOOOOO I LUV YOUR ART SO BAD BRO OH MY GOSH

i especially love the way that u color and shade ur art like everything is so vibrant and colorful yet it goes together so cohesively. i actually can't get over it like wow. and just your whole art style in general. every character just looks so good in your style and i can't even say smth specific that i love how you draw because u js draw everything so gorgeously. like the way you draw hair, hands, faces, clothing, poses, backgrounds, and i'm especially obsessed with how you draw weapons for some reason. ur literally like a jack of all trades

i also wanna say i love how much detail and attention goes into each of ur artworks. i actually feel like i'm walking through a museum whenever i look thru your art tag. there's so much to notice and every time i look back at one of ur pieces i'm just like "woah i didn't notice that before, that's so cool." seriously i adore your art so much

okkkokokok i think i got kinda carried away with the glazing (pls i'm not trying to be weird) but ur art genuinely had an impact on me and i just felt like i couldn't not say something. keep it up man ^^

Ahh! Ahhhhh! This is such, such a kind message thank you. I'm a little late to answering as I often am but I'm so honoured to receive this

I'll be candid, I feel like for the past year I've had a really hard time with art and how to balance all the different things I want to draw and what I still need to learn with my limited freetime while still not quite where I want to be with my own skills (though I suppose the path of learning never ends)... Also just the fact that I'm currently in a stem field in university instead of pursuing art professionally. I sort of just ache to have art as my one main thing, and I've sort of been feeling like an impostor and traitor for instead choosing to study stem for sake of stability.

What my point with this ramble is that I really appreciate this ask, hearing stuff like this makes me really emotional and kind of helps me reconcile with my own role as an artist haha. It's a bit overwhelming to imagine that someone would take the time to actually look at my art instead of just scrolling like it typically is on social media so sincerely, thank you so much. I feel very seen, and I hope I can continue to give something to people with my art

[gloomyshoujo]

Day 6 for Huevember. (HEAVY YAPPING AHEAD lol)

I felt a bit discouraged from day 5, but also pumped up to try and render again. Once more, I was stuck on what to draw; but to make things easier for myself, I decided to do a study instead. So I used this photograph (TW blood?) by Briscoepark (really love their work!!).

I took some artistic liberties, and decided to draw Jet again, based off of another Jetko AU I've had for a few years (rambles about it further down lol).

I tried my best to make Jet appear as if he's sort of glowing, while he's on fire. I didn't want the surrounding area to be lit up from the fire though, to add to the weirdness of it. But I still wanted to try my best to keep that flash and film photography look to the piece. Not sure if I achieved that;;;

I had a lot of fun with this one, and was much happier with the result! Still hard for me to render, but it was a fun challenge. I'm also super proud of myself for making something scenic + creepier. It's something I really wanna get into more. Also, I am so blown away by how much I could achieve with just 1 hue throughout this entire challenge.

*******

Okay, PLEASE, I need to ramble about this AU a bit here lol (trigger warnings for brainwashing, abuse, hallucinations, etc etc)

So in this piece in particular, it's actually part of Zuko's nightmares and hallucinations. It's a slight role-reversal AU where, instead of Jet, Zuko gets taken by the Dai Li to get brainwashed. (Prior to the kidnapping, Jet and Zuko were dating(?), but had a huge fight that night when Zuko got taken; so Jet is unaware what happens to him.)

There's a lot of in-betweens, but imma skip ahead; at some point, Jet assumes Zuko (or Li) is mad at him, and doesn't want to see him anymore. He's pissed, and hurt; but at some point, he bumps into the Gaang, and he wants to help them find Appa.

At some point, he and Katara are imprisoned, and after talking for a while and opening up; is when he finds out who Li really is, from Katara. To say he felt beyond hurt and betrayed is an understatement.

Aang, Longshot, and Smellerbee decide to look for the two. At some point, they split up; Aang finds Jet and Katara, while LS and SB end up bumping into a brainwashed Zuko.

His instructions are to attack any intruders and allies of the Avatar; so he wastes no time to attack (with swords). They try to reason with him as they protect themselves, not knowing of his condition; until one of them notices Zuko looking confused at some point, like he didn't know where he was. LS then noticed it only happened anytime Zuko got injured.

They keep attacking, making sure not to severely hurt him, until at some point, he's a bit more aware as to what's happening. He realizes he can't control himself, and just feels this urge to want to attack the two; which is the last thing he wants. He begs them to run, which they refuse, because they want to help. 

Then, in an act of desperation, he stabs himself to incapacitate himself. When they run towards him to help, he weakly firebends a firewall around him. They both felt terrified and betrayed, but then he tells them that Azula and the Dai Li are working together to take Ba Sing Se and to warn the Avatar.

They both feel conflicted, both because they don't want to trust him now, but also don't want to leave him to die. But he firebends again, to get them to hate him, so they can escape. It's then that LS notices Zuko is holding himself back from hurting them, so he and SB run for it.

(Unfortunately they never make it to Jet/the Gaang, and get captured instead.)

Skipping ahead again; Ba Sing Se falls, and Azula orders them to intensify his brainwashing, to the point where he won't even remember anything that ever made him, "him". (Will talk about her state of mind/reasoning another time lol)

So they do, and he's turned into the perfect obedient 'doll' and soldier; one that the royal family can use as they please.

While he isn't welcomed back home as a son/brother/prince, he's allowed to be in the FN again as their puppet.

I'll talk about all the angst involved another time, but I wanted to talk about this drawing in particular a bit: Zuko keeps getting nightmares and hallucinations of weird, terrifying, shit. Sometimes it's small flashes of what has happened to him, or weird dreamscape stuff like this where he sees faceless people he can't recognize. (Jet, his mother, and uncle are the ones who pop up the most; but others show up too)

Sometimes he sees them burning, other times they're trying to call him but he can't hear, or they tell him he needs to 'wake up', or they hurt him (like having dragons eat and rip him apart). The nightmares are horrific, but because of the brainwashing, he's left feeling empty and unsure how to process things.

When he has hallucinations, he's again, unsure what to do. He has no memory for what is supposed to be 'normal'. He has no emotions either, just a odd feeling he feels tingling in the back of his mind; but anytime he tries to think about it, he experiences severe pain.

Anyways, imma stop there, because I've rambled TOO LONG. I really want to write out this AU one day, as well as make some trippy animatics one day (no, idk how to animate LOL). Its been worming around my skull for eons urghh the angst would be sooooo good.

[inseobts]

Heyy, as a fellow art graduate, i can't help but see myself in your job related posts...

I didn't exactly study fine arts, that was part of my program, i'm an animator in a country that either exploits animators or jobs barely exist here bcs it's not a well known field.

I chose animation because i loved it, it made me so happy, and i was good at it. But no one ever told me i'd had to leave my country if i wanted to find a decent job and opportunities to keep growing.

I had no money to live abroad, i couldn't leave, so i started looking for jobs locally.

I got lucky and got my first job in a tiny video game studio, but not even a year passed and COVID hit and it went bankrupt.

After that... i spent 3 years unemployed.

I didn't know if i should blame the pandemic or my career choices, but i felt like all my efforts, money and time had been wasted. That i should have known better and picked a "real" career.

I had spent those 3 years sending emails to every local studio and company i could find, but all i got was "you're too good, we can't afford you", "hey, your work is amazing, but we're currently looking for students"... It was ridiculous.

I got desperate and started accepting jobs that overworked me. Once, i literally spent an entire month working 14h a day, every day... For like $300 total.

Then one day, like a miracle, a friend sent me a foreign job posting she casually found. It wasn't exactly animation, they were looking for video editors for corporate videos. I wanted to work on hand drawn short films, not corporate stuff.

But I was so desperate i didn't care and applied anyway. They got back to me almost immediately, and scheduled a meeting the next day. Even though I wasn't what they were looking for, they loved my work and saw an opportunity in it. And that's how i got hired.

It's been almost 4 years since then, 4 years working remotely with them. And honestly? It's been the best job I've ever had...

It's not something i love tbh, i don't particularly enjoy clicking buttons 😅, but i can't complain because my boss treats me so well and i could say even spoils me. I've grown and learned so much as a graphic animator.

Omg sorry, i'm rambling so much 😭 what i wanted to say is...

Sometimes we try so hard to swim against the current, when maybe we just need to trust the flow. Life is wise, it gives us what we need, even if that's not exactly what we want.

And i don't mean that in a "just give up and settle" kind of way. I mean sometimes we can't see the full picture. We don't know what's waiting beyond that hill until we climb it.

Don't see your choices as mistakes, but rather as opportunities, stepping stones. You made them for a reason. Even if they didn't lead exactly where you wanted, they helped you grow in ways you might not see yet.

Stuff i learned with the jobs that overworked me, that i hated, that i thought was leading nowhere and i was learning nothing... That same stuff has helped me 5 years later.

And even though i'm not working on my dream job (that i'm clicking buttons instead of drawing lol) I've discovered new tools, opportunities and strengths i didn't know i had. And that doesn't mean my dream is lost, I've just turned it into a hobby hehe

Trust your choices. Trust the paths life presents you. After all, isn't that why we're alive? What's the point in living if we already know all the answers? We're here to experience, to fall and to learn from those falls, because that's how we grow. That's what makes us human.

Keep doing what feels right, and don't be afraid to try new paths ❤️

Also, hey! If you're a graphic designer (i think i remember reading that but correct me if I'm wrong) we could even work together in the future haha. Something i recommend is trying freelancing, try taking opportunities into your own hands. Trust me, you'll learn sooo much without having to pay for more courses. The key is putting knowledge into practice.

Sorry, this was incredibly long lmao. Just wanted to send some encouragement... Be patient with yourself, don't lose hope, and always trust your choices ❤️

Wish you the best!!

Heyyyyyy!! First of all, thank you so, so much for this message — it honestly moved me. I could feel how much heart and experience you poured into it.

Your story, your struggles, and your persistence... it really resonated with me. I’m also in that phase where I’m trying so hard to stay hopeful, even when it feels like every door is closed or only slightly open to people who already have experience (in my case) or "luck".

What you said about trusting the flow instead of fighting it is really true, I'm trying to. It's hard not to feel like I'm doing something wrong, or that I made bad choices all this time, but your message reminded me that every step I take matters, even if I can’t see where it leads just yet.

I admire how you kept going despite all the setbacks. And even though you didn’t end up exactly where you imagined, you still created something stable and fulfilling — that's honestly so inspiring, that's what I hope for me as well.

And yes, you remembered right, I’m a graphic designer 😄

Freelancing still feels a bit intimidating, even bc I don't exactly know how to start but I’ve been trying to push myself slowly and learn more and more everyday.

Thank you again for taking the time to write all of that. It really meant a lot. I wish you continued success and happiness (and hopefully more creative opportunities that will show ALL your potential as an animator too). ❤️

[hanalyrata]

I will ask for advice on how to stay motivated, because. You seem like you always stay motivated to draw and post. I draw lots yes, but it's sometimes things I know people will go mad over, so I haven't posted it, or it's not Fandom related.

But your style is also quite detailed and more towards realistic, so that also takes lots of motivation and time, I would imagine.

Hell my avrage drawing time for one piece is like 8 hours, and it always looks shit as soon as I try to add shadows and light because I don't understand it but I also hate practicing I just do shit till it looks good.

I'm sorry this got really long, I just started rambling on

Smacking you gently over the head for saying your art is shit.

I did this for about 4 years before I took my decade long break. It was a lot of 10 hour drawing days around really fucked up shifts at my job. I was also at my unhealthiest and not sleeping at that point so all I did to pass time was draw. It did result in nerve damage, so I really don't recommend it. Take breaks, stretch etc. But also give yourself some space and time to learn. Like a lot of it.

I did this as a job for a year before my break and it burned me out hard. I was a lot more detailed and thorough with everything back then. My current style is very stripped back from the fantasy concept stuff I used to draw with proper light sources and stuff.

So, first up, draw for you. Not for notes, not for anyone else, for you. Who cares if people get mad. They sling shit in your inbox? Block 'em. I know stuff I post will not get these huuuge amount of notes others in the fandom get, that hasn't changed from one account to the other, and that's fine actually.

I got roped into believing notes mattered by people I no longer talk to and I can tell you, they don't. There is some phenomenal art and writing on this site that barely sees any action. It isn't an indicator of how good or bad you are.

Does it feel nice when people like what you do and spread it around? Sure.

But it's a currency that, in the end, means nothing. Can't buy food with that, can't pay my mortgage with that (that's not to say I don't appreciate people loving what I do, I do, so so much. But notes are not worth stressing over).

Onto the technical: you can draw things a thousand times, but if you don't understand the workings, it won't mean anything in terms of technique. Now, I am not amazing at this, I have a LOT to learn still (you never stop learning), but it's understanding. There's a lot of youtube videos from artists out there that are very good for this. Notably I learned a lot from Proko and Sinix (I believe Sinix is how I learned to keep pushing through because of the "eye vs skill" theory in where as you progress your eyes will see further than what your skills can do, but this is a scale that keeps moving each time you improve, so don't get discouraged. Seeing the issues means you can now learn to fix them).

As for anatomy? Andrew Loomis and Burne Hogarth. I studied those two for a long time. They're traditional, old time artists who produced a lot of anatomy books that I regularly reference. I had a Morpho book somewhere but it just doesn't jive with how I learn. Might work for you tho, idk. Planes of the body and face is a really good starting point for light and shadow!

(The secret ingredient is smut also. The angles and how limbs slot together will help sharpen anatomy skills very quickly. I still have hiccups, in fact I'm cringing at my SwissAlps that is queued for later because I can see a lot of issues, but sometimes you need to just let it float off into the void and move onto the next piece instead of agonising over perfection).

Shit I forgot to answer the part about motivation.

Truth is, it's a mix of hyperfixation and discipline. I don't always want to draw but I make sure I either doodle for 15 minutes a day (just pick something random out of a pose site and draw it) and see where it goes, or I read some theory. I do have to force my brain, kicking and screaming, most days to do much of anything due to executive dysfunction, but you also need to give yourself a break on it. Sometimes the brain just won't brain and that's fine.

WHEW THAT WAS A YAP.

Anyway I hope some of this was helpful 💕 Keep your chin up, you got this.

[fleouriarts]

remade the height lineup for jamie and co! it's been almost exactly 6 months since i made the original one, and omar and andre didn't even exist when i made it, so i figured it needed an update. also the original was made in one night (vs this being made in a week) and you can TELL

under the cut are individual pics for each of them with some design notes and such. tumblr also likes to crunch big images like this, for full size click here and here

originally finished 9-28-2024

JAMIE: biggest change is that im actually drawing him with a long ass linsang neck. i wanted him to be small so bad before that i forgot the most important linsang trait... this is also why he has gained 2 inches of height LOL

SANTIAGO: santiago got like 25% wider and his horns are more visible. i considered making a second unclothed ref for his look during the summer (all wool shaved except for the head), but i don't draw him like that very much. maybe later

JOHNNY: no changes. johnny is a perfect animal. i just finally have a full ref of her spots (at least from the front)

NULL: i completely changed their head shape to look like an actual siamese cat, and gave them 6 nipples like an actual cat. their original shirt had just a blue scribble (my usual shorthand when i'm drawing from a ref and don't feel like drawing a shirt design) but i decided they deserve an actual shirt design now. i tried a cat skull at first and then i thought to do cartoon fish bones instead and fell in love with it

ARGYLE: argyle's face spots became more pronounced, his mane is bigger, his bigass robe has only yellow stripes now, and i changed the colors on his pants a bit. a character change that comes with this is that he is now a journalism student instead of fashion. he was originally a fashion student so him, jamie, and santiago would all have to interact (since they're all in the arts at their college). however developing argyle more made me think he would care way more about comfort than looking good when it comes to his clothes. also the son of a lawyer and a history professor going into journalism just makes sense to me

OMAR: omar wasn't on the original lineup, but when compared to my first drawing of her, i just made her fatter with a longer neck. and now i have a good ref of his spots! i've also decided they have hyperestrogenism, no clue if it's caused by an underlying syndrome like aexs or not. either way she has gynecomastia and hypogonadism because of it

ANDRE: andre straight up didn't have a color ref before now cus i mostly drew her in my sketchbook. i just forced myself to figure out his markings and give him a "default" outfit (i really liked the one i drew him in here so that's his default now). also i have decided she does not wear wigs anymore she's just a cool bald bitch

overall i think i just got better at drawing furries ^__^ a lot of it comes down to just thinking harder about their anatomy. you may notice that the new drawing has the carnivorans (jamie null argyle and andre) as plantigrade at rest now instead of digitigrade. part of this is because i went and looked at my zootopia artbook to study it and that's how they do it. another part of it is that when you look at plantigrade vs digitigrade legs (unguligrade is here too i guess):

the entirety of the paw on a digitrade animal is homologous to just the toes on a plantigrade one. do you want to stand on your toes all day? does that sound fun to you? HELL NO!!!!!! unguligrade animals stand on their toenails but they're weirdos we don't have to talk about them

anyway enough of my rambling cheers to you if you read this far. if you're an aspiring furry artist you might find it fun to learn some irl animal anatomy to help you w your drawings, like looking at skulls/full skeletons and stuff. or maybe it'll just frustrate you. i'm a biology student so this is enriching for me. have a nice day