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[jabalem]

Why hello there, my name is Jabalem and I just wanted to share my progress and also ask for some constructive criticism.

I’m currently coming up with a comic and so I decided to improve my art before I do anything else.

Okay so these are my first ones. I began sketching on Friday.

Those were probably all Friday and Saturday. I sketched most of these out of my head. I’m trying to come up with OCs because I have this story in my head.

(I said that already)

This was the first one I actually drew and colour. The highlights in the hair aren’t any good and the body proportions are kinda off.

My notes will probably be all chaotic.

This is my second attempt, the body proportions are still not good and I want to hit myself because of the highlights.

I then sketched and coloured this(not well I might add) I’m not exactly sure how to shade or draw consistently for that matter.

This is the same character (if you can’t see the names are the same) and I attempted shadows and highlights. I know that they weren’t done correctly and though it has been two days I’m already annoyed by looking at it.

But progress is progress (I think).

I did this today and it took hours. (I’ve been spending a good five hours a day sketching) not gonna lie I see improvement but it might look different to other people.

If you could please give me some guidance and help I would greatly appreciate it.

Also if you are actually interested in what I have planned I’ll answer.

[jabalem]

So, I went to church yesterday the first time since the beginning of the year, I think. Anyways I used to go to this church in primary school, It’s Roman Catholic, But now I go to an Anglican school. Moving on, I got this dark idea from being in the church too long and just decided to role with it.

I’m terrible at one shots but I basically ended it on a cliffhanger. If you want I can write more on it but for now it’s a one shot.

Also haven’t watch the final season of Star vs the Forces of Evil so yeah. Enjoy :).

Star just laid there staring at the ceiling of the church. It was fascinating to her as there was an image of a dove that illuminated the sky that was before the glass shattered around everyone. Her long blonde hair was dyed red to the roots with the blood of everyone around her.

Marco was directly on her, his head resting on her trachea, suffocating her. There was a huge gash between his shoulder blades. Pony fell somewhere near her head, Star did not see what happened to her. Her parents laid on both her sides they were pretty much dead. No mean to be a bitch but they kind of deserved it. Okay, maybe not.

How did she end up here again?

Star had no idea how Marco had convinced her to go to church today. She was one of the unholiest people she ever met. It was mostly business for her parents and she had to come to keep up with appearances. She wasn’t exactly on speaking terms with her parents as they were against some of her life choices.

Marco had to drag her out of the car and her best friend Pony almost died of laughter from her outfit choices. It wasn’t bad, it was formal in a sense. The only problem was that, to the church people, she looked like a whore. Not to Pony or to Marco, he knows she looks beautiful. The people her parents were doing business with were conservatives and everything that’s not their opinion was frowned upon.

Star wore a baby pink pencil skirt that reached her mid thigh, it rode all the way up on the car drive to the church. She wore a white stocking with an intricate design paired with baby pink stiletto heels. Her blouse was white and was a deep v-cut that showed her cleavage. It was long sleeved and it flared at her elbows. She also wore a white lace choker.

Her hair had gotten longer over the years, reaching at the back of her knee. She braided her hair in one then wrapped it around her head in a loose bun. She went with light makeup and a rosy pink lip gloss.

Despite her put together description she looked quite dishevelled. She blamed Marco for jumping her as she arrived in the car and Pony for encouraging him. She loved every minute of it though and it helped her mood.

She shook the priest’s hand and made her way into the church, Marco guiding her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear making her smile. When she arrived at the front of the church her parents were already there and they looked at her in disapproval.

Even her father who she was close to at one point grew distant from her when her ex boyfriend convinced her to do some questionable things. Now it took a lot for him to believe her and it really hurt her to see that.

Since she met Marco though they had been more accepting. Surprisingly she grew closer to her mother.

Pony, or Lilacia, sat at the end, Marco being squished between the two friends. Pony was already bored.

Star ignored most of the opening ceremony as she was fascinated by the church itself. It was huge first of all and it consisted of three domes. The two at the side were considerably lower than the one in the center which was stained glass. The walls of the church were entirely plastered with tiles and it shocked Star to see how many tiles made up an image. The fact that the tiles were about a centimeter by centimeter, made her even more impressed.

At the altar of the church there was a statue of Jesus nailed to the cross. It gave her chills for some reason. At a corner of the room a projected image of the program could be seen. When they spoke it echoed across the room and again it creeped her out. The center dome had an image of a dove looking down on them. The wings of the dove were spread wide as rays of light were depicted as them reigning down. The glass gave the church a red glow.

At the four corners of the room Saint Luke, Saint John, Saint Matthew and Saint Peter were seen each in a respective corner. These were again made of small tiles. The floor tiles were of a basic design. The ceiling above Jesus on the cross showed an image of angels, Star couldn’t quite remember their names. Sanctus Sanctus, Hosanna In and ET were the only names her brain could comprehend.

Where Star sat she had an object attached to the bench that she could only identify as to kneel on when prayer time. Oh right the ceremony.

“You okay?” Marco whispered in her ears. Star realized that she had been squeezing his hands a little too tightly. Star didn’t despise church or have anything against it, it was the memories associated with it.

Despite her inner turmoil she gave Marco a small nod with a forced smile. “Don’t worry about me.” She whispered back. Marco took a hold of her other arm and began to rub soothing circles on them. Tears dared to spill from her eyes as she gave him a shaky smile. She was snapped out of her little world when they were told to stand and sing the hymn currently playing.

She tried not to shake too much as everyone began singing. The acoustics in the church made them sound like a cult. It was scary at first until Marco pointed out that the old woman in front of her sounded like a goat. He also pointed out how the woman’s mouth moved to form words and now Star had to stop herself from dying of laughter.

“Today, we have gathered to pray for those we have lost to this war we are having.” The pastor began once he stepped up to the podium. “We ask you lord to protect us from those who have wronged you, from those who are corrupted by evil.” As the pastor continued Star felt more and more unsafe and unedge, something was about to happen. “We give you thanks o Lord.”

“Star?” Marco whispered worriedly but harshly. “Just a couple more minutes.” He said a little more softer.

“I- I can’t Marco.” Star whimpered.

“In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. One God forever and ever, amen.” After the prayer was finished everyone sat down quietly. The communion had began.

Star rested her head on Marco’s shoulder and closed her eyes as she tried to focus on a sound. The singing was back which made her blood ran cold. A long line of Catholics went up to the altar for a sip of wine and the breaking of the bread.

“Star, you can’t be dozing off in church.” Her mother whispered harshly. It took Star a couple minutes but she understood what her mother was saying and slowly rose from Marco’s shoulder only to fall back on it.

“Star.” Marco squealed worriedly when she fell back on him. The final person went up then a bullet shot right through the pane windows and into the Catholic’s side. The church was silent as the shock took it time to sink in.

Star got up and rushed over to the person to see them already dead, their blood staining the tiles burgundy. Star was making her way to the exit when she felt a force push her down. Marco shielded her from the glass that fell from the shattered dome.

Marco covered Star as the millions of glass surged into his body effectively killing him. His head rested on Star’s neck an especially nasty cut in between his shoulder blades.

All hell broke loose afterwards and one by one Star heard bodies falling around her. The once dry and cold floor that surrounded Star was now warm and it smelled metallic.

All around her Star heard screams that bounced off the church walls until it was all silent. She then heard footsteps and a voice she never thought she would hear again or even see in church.

“There you go guys, dinner.” Tom said with a wicked smile on his face. “Search for any survivors or any idiots that think they can escape.” He ordered. Star heard footsteps moving about and she closed her eyes hoping the earth would swallow her whole or that she could be in Marco’s place.

The sound of heavy boots near her and the clicking of a gun made her open her eyes in panic. There Tom stood, he got bigger in body from when Star had known him. His eyes were dark and the youth in his face was gone saved for the hatred and that oozing scar on his face. Star knew that him stepping in this church was killing him.

“Star Butterfly.” Tom smirked. “Or is it Star Butterfly-Diaz now? Long time no see.” He gave her a wicked smile that she was sure would give her nightmares if she ever made it out.

[jabalem]

Doomsday is coming

Doomsday is near

Doomsday is in my mind

Always

I’m like a ticking time bomb

Don’t know when I’ll explode

I don’t know where to go

And I don’t know who to hold

I don’t know why I’m crying

I don’t know why I’m dying of air

Yeah, it’s too much to care

Don’t know the feeling : colour ratio

But today I’m feeling turquoise

It’s a mix between hopeful

And the sadness of my joy.

[jabalem]

My brain in English class

Defend us from the ones we can’t save and

Protect us from those who never harm us

Carry us to our place of birth and

Lay us there to be protected from the world

Those who try to feed us will starve and

Those who try to protect us will die

Those who respect us will eventually loathe us

Those who loathe us will eventually respect us

Carry us to a place of tranquility

Where all our worries are washed away

Take us to a place of rest

Where our bodies can rot in peace

Take me to a peaceful place

Where fear and harmony are one

Where love and hate are irrelevant

Where troubles and worries are nothing but fiction

Protect the innocence I still have

And let me appreciate what I have lost

Shield me away from the hopeless

And steer me in the right path

Protect me that is innocent.

[jabalem]

Yeah I just want to rant…

My first post and I decided to rant about Miraculous Ladybug.

So…… at first I was obsessed with the show and fan girl squealed about everything but after some time apart *cough cough* season two took so long to come I kinda drifted apart from it. Not at first but then the episodes got jumbled and I got annoyed.

These are a few things I want to rant about:

1. I know it’s a kids show but come on! I need some more character development. Yeah I know Marinette is kind and all and there is only twenty-two minutes per episode but I’m craving character development. I barely know anything about Adrien, yeah I know it’s called Miraculous LADYBUG but Chat and Adrien are important to the story. He literally assists in taking down akumas. Maybe that is also why I don’t have a strong attachment to him.

2. They literally threw Chole’s whole character arc down the drain. It’s been a while since I’ve watched past episodes but I swore they gave her an arc in which she was trying to be nice. In newer episodes she seems like more of a pain in the ass.

3. As I said earlier I know it’s only twenty-two minutes per episode but I find them so repetitive that I get kinda bored of them. It’s easy to predict. I really want to see an episode without akumas, just teenagers struggling to control their emotions because let’s face it, Hawkmoth forces people to choke down what they are really feeling. Babies are easy to change moods and just imagine the struggling parents trying to keep it under control because of their screeching child. Maybe not a full episode but scenes depicting the struggles of the Parisians.

4. Nino!!!!! I miss you bro! I barely see you bro. I want to see the development of more side characters. I mean Nino was a coward? (Been a while since I watched that episode) But Ladybug believed in him and gave him a Miraculous. I want to see how he develops into a badass character.

There are more stuff I can’t remember and these are just my rants so don’t bash me.