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REBLOGGING SO I CAN FIND THIS AGAIN IN THE MORNING TO AUDITION!!!! Crutchie is my DREAM role!!!!

The Newsies: Genderbent Auditions Are Now Live!

I’m so excited to announce that the auditions for my Newsies: Genderbent dub project are officially live and open for submissions! You can audition anytime between now and August 9th, so you have about a month to get it in!

For more information you can head to the audition page here.

@newsiestwink @salubriousbean <3

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And here is Jeremiah and Herberts 12 year old sister, Lucy. Any tips on how to make her look more like a 12 year old girl and less like a 30 year old man would be greately appreciated. I think the main problem is that he eyes and stuff are too high up? Idk.

Edit: I redrew Lucy, and I think this one is better? Idk, let me know your thoughts.

This is my new OC, Jeremiah. I tried to come up with a different name, but once Jeremiah came to my brain, it refused to leave. He's 6'2", with dark brown eyes and black hair. "Why doesn't he have a mouth?" Because I can't draw mouths. Just imagine he has a crooked smirk on that stupid face of his. I hate him so much,(I adore him and he's my favorite drawing I've made of an OC) so feel free to draw your OC's beating him with hammers or something. Idk. Constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged.

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Turns out Jeremiah and Herbert are brothers. The idea came to my brain, and refuses to pay rent or leave, so it's canon now. I don't make the rules.

This is Herbert, for anyone who doesn't know. He's 5'7" with greenish-brown eyes and dirty blond hair. I know his nose is too small, I'll fix it eventually... Probably.

Oh, and this is Herberts girlfriend. Her name is Maripha, but she goes by Emmi. She's half Thai. (Whaaaaat???? Someone has an OC who's aisian but not Japanese, Korean, or Chinese????)

I haven't decided her height and stuff yet.

This is my new OC, Jeremiah. I tried to come up with a different name, but once Jeremiah came to my brain, it refused to leave. He's 6'2", with dark brown eyes and black hair. "Why doesn't he have a mouth?" Because I can't draw mouths. Just imagine he has a crooked smirk on that stupid face of his. I hate him so much,(I adore him and he's my favorite drawing I've made of an OC) so feel free to draw your OC's beating him with hammers or something. Idk. Constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged.

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I know for a fact that

Is nothing but fan service.

(But I'm not mad about it)

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I redrew Herbert, this time without using any apps. I think I like the new one better? Idk, let me know your thoughts. (I'll work on learning to draw mouths, leave me alone.)

I also realized I never told his height and hair color and stuff before. He's 5'7", with dirty blond hair and greenish-brown eyes.

Decided to try my hand it drawing again, as I occasionally do. His name is Herbert. If you have any tips, let me know:)

DISCLAIMER!!! He looked like his before, but I edited it using Autodesk Sketchbook

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This is my new OC, Jeremiah. I tried to come up with a different name, but once Jeremiah came to my brain, it refused to leave. He's 6'2", with dark brown eyes and black hair. "Why doesn't he have a mouth?" Because I can't draw mouths. Just imagine he has a crooked smirk on that stupid face of his. I hate him so much,(I adore him and he's my favorite drawing I've made of an OC) so feel free to draw your OC's beating him with hammers or something. Idk. Constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged.

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"Alright guys, before we set out on this world-altering quest, we should get to know eachother! Lets each go around and say our names and a fun fact about ourselves. You start."

"Oh, um..." The warrior clears his throat. "My name is Draco! I've led hundreds to wars, and won every one. Nations fear my name!"

Then the druid takes her turn. "My name is Celest. I keep the forest safe, and have for centuries."

"My name is Orion! I can control animals with my lyre." Says the bard.

They all look at you expectingly. "Well," says the bard "Your turn! Tell us about you!"

"Um... I'm Ashlyn. I... Live on a farm."

The warrior raises his eyebrows in confusion. "Do you mean a farm of souls? You work with death?"

"Nope. Just a regular farm... With wheat, and stuff."

"Ah, I see." The druid chimes in. "You grow crops with magical properties to heal the sick! A nobel cause."

"No, just normal wheat. And then my dad turns it into flour and sells it. Then he uses the money to buy seeds, to plant more wheat."

An awkward silence fills the air, before the bard breaks it by clearing his throat. "Well, lets get in with this quest!"

The Gods have assembled a party for a great task: The God of War sent the strongest warrior in the land. The Goddess of the Forest sent her wisest druid. The twin gods of song and wandrlust sent their most storied bard. And the god of Luck drew *your* name out of a hat.

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Another random vent, because I don't want to burden my friends with my problems, and it doesn't satisfy the need to vent if I just type it into the notes all on my phone, so you lovely Tumblr folks get to hear me complain again! (I'm so sorry)(Feel free to ignore this)

I really fresking hate human emotion sometimes. Like, what do you MEAN I'm drying over the fact that my dad got mad at me for waking him up because my smoke alarm randomly started beeping? (I didn't know how to make it stop, so I went and asked him for help, and he told me "Get it off and unwire it" as if I'm supposed to know how to get it off the ceiling. So I say "Okay... I don't really know how to do that." And he takes that as me not being willing to try when all he had to stay was "Just twist it off". I would have done it if he told me that, but I didn't do it before because it beeped louder when I twisted it just slightly previous to that.) Any way, I hate crying.

"But crying is a natural, healthy way to express emotion!"

I still hate it. It makes me feel gross, look gross, and basically just is gross in every way. Crying is my least favorite thing to do, and yet, I do it way more often than I would like to.

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Decided to try my hand it drawing again, as I occasionally do. His name is Herbert. If you have any tips, let me know:)

DISCLAIMER!!! He looked like his before, but I edited it using Autodesk Sketchbook

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Hmm... Ochako Uraraka with a giant sword....

(Think about it, the only reason giant swords suck is because realistically nobody could lift them. But Ochako could, so....)

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Update: On the way home from dropping my brother off at his callback, my mom told me that she was talking to him the other evening, and that he said "I'm excited to do newsies again, but I was mostly excited to do it with Ashlyn".

I am not okay.

Nobody asked, and probably nobody will read this (I kinda hope they don't, tbh), but here's a vent about my feelings, but in short story form!

I lie awake. I can't believe I just auditioned for my dream show. I want to dance, and sing, and throw up. Will I get a callback? My parents said they thought I did well. But then again, they're my parents. They have to say that. No, I can't think like that. I need to get some sleep. The director said the callback list will come out late tomorrow or early Saturday, so I shouldn't get too worked up until then.

Saturday morning, the first thing I do when I wake up is check my phone for an email. There it is. Theres the email. "Newsies", it's called. "Hello," it starts. Could this be it? Could I have gotten a callback? "Thank you so much for auditioning for Newsies at _________ Theatre." This could be it, my chance to perform my dream show. "Unfortunately," Oh no, that word is never good "we will not be able to cast you in this production." I don't need to read the rest, I already know what it says. Excuses that "We had a lot of people audition" and "This doesn't mean you aren't talented". But none of that is what I want to hear.

I text my mom, telling her I didn't get a callback. Then I ask if my brother did, after all, we both auditioned. He did. He did. My dream show, and the one he's already been in it a difference theatre once before, and he got a callback, not me. Be happy for him, be happy for him, just be happy for him. I go to the living room and see my parents. My brother is gone to theatre competition-yet another thing he got a chance to do and I didn't- "Get ready," my dad says "we signed up to help clean the church today". Okay, I'll help clean the church. Not like I have a callback to get ready for. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. I hate crying in front of other people.

"I'm sorry you didn't get a callback" "Your audition really was good" "There will be other shows" "I'm sure it's just because they had a lot of people audition" they say, as if any of that matters. As if hearing it helps me. But no, it doesn't. The truth is, none of it matters, or helps me in any way. What matters is that I clearly don't have the talent for it. I'm clearly not good enough. I clearly shouldn't be doing theater. They say "it's just one show", as if this is the first time. The truth is, the only reason I've ever been in a play before is because they were school plays that everyone who auditioned got in.

Ensemble. Lucky me, I get to stand in the back with a plastered on smile as a dancing plate, while Mrs. Pots sings her solo. Lucky me, I get to be one of 40 beggers while Marius sings about making a change. Lucky me. What's wrong with me? Why can't I just be grateful for the opportunities I've had? And why can't I be happy for the people who do get good roles? And why can't I just stop crying!?

It's not the end of the world. It's just one show. It's not a big deal. Besides, I put myself out there, I sang in front of the judges, I'm the one who decided to risk it. I can only blame myself. I never should have gotten my hopes up. I never should have auditioned. I should have known I would never make it, that I would never amount to anything, that I'm not good enough.

I open tumblr. Maybe mindless scrolling will get my mind off of it. Idiot. How could I have forgetten that most of my tumblr feed is Newsies related? Idiot, idiot, idiot!

If only I had talent, if only I could dance, if only I had a pretty voice, if only I could stop freaking crying. If only.

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Nobody asked, and probably nobody will read this (I kinda hope they don't, tbh), but here's a vent about my feelings, but in short story form!

I lie awake. I can't believe I just auditioned for my dream show. I want to dance, and sing, and throw up. Will I get a callback? My parents said they thought I did well. But then again, they're my parents. They have to say that. No, I can't think like that. I need to get some sleep. The director said the callback list will come out late tomorrow or early Saturday, so I shouldn't get too worked up until then.

Saturday morning, the first thing I do when I wake up is check my phone for an email. There it is. Theres the email. "Newsies", it's called. "Hello," it starts. Could this be it? Could I have gotten a callback? "Thank you so much for auditioning for Newsies at _________ Theatre." This could be it, my chance to perform my dream show. "Unfortunately," Oh no, that word is never good "we will not be able to cast you in this production." I don't need to read the rest, I already know what it says. Excuses that "We had a lot of people audition" and "This doesn't mean you aren't talented". But none of that is what I want to hear.

I text my mom, telling her I didn't get a callback. Then I ask if my brother did, after all, we both auditioned. He did. He did. My dream show, and the one he's already been in it a difference theatre once before, and he got a callback, not me. Be happy for him, be happy for him, just be happy for him. I go to the living room and see my parents. My brother is gone to theatre competition-yet another thing he got a chance to do and I didn't- "Get ready," my dad says "we signed up to help clean the church today". Okay, I'll help clean the church. Not like I have a callback to get ready for. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. I hate crying in front of other people.

"I'm sorry you didn't get a callback" "Your audition really was good" "There will be other shows" "I'm sure it's just because they had a lot of people audition" they say, as if any of that matters. As if hearing it helps me. But no, it doesn't. The truth is, none of it matters, or helps me in any way. What matters is that I clearly don't have the talent for it. I'm clearly not good enough. I clearly shouldn't be doing theater. They say "it's just one show", as if this is the first time. The truth is, the only reason I've ever been in a play before is because they were school plays that everyone who auditioned got in.

Ensemble. Lucky me, I get to stand in the back with a plastered on smile as a dancing plate, while Mrs. Pots sings her solo. Lucky me, I get to be one of 40 beggers while Marius sings about making a change. Lucky me. What's wrong with me? Why can't I just be grateful for the opportunities I've had? And why can't I be happy for the people who do get good roles? And why can't I just stop crying!?

It's not the end of the world. It's just one show. It's not a big deal. Besides, I put myself out there, I sang in front of the judges, I'm the one who decided to risk it. I can only blame myself. I never should have gotten my hopes up. I never should have auditioned. I should have known I would never make it, that I would never amount to anything, that I'm not good enough.

I open tumblr. Maybe mindless scrolling will get my mind off of it. Idiot. How could I have forgetten that most of my tumblr feed is Newsies related? Idiot, idiot, idiot!

If only I had talent, if only I could dance, if only I had a pretty voice, if only I could stop freaking crying. If only.

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A ship dynamic I haven't seen in my 16 3/4 years of life, but that I would like to see at some point. But I can't draw, so...

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Concept: A book set in the past. Everyone speaks as though they are in the era the book is set... Except the narrator, who says "Skibidi" at least once every chapter.

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HIS RESPONSE!!

(Note the "750ish bc")

This... This is how you ask a nerd to a dance.

I made this idea up myself, so let me know what you think:)

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This... This is how you ask a nerd to a dance.

I made this idea up myself, so let me know what you think:)

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One of my favoritest things in the world is getting to rant to people who think all Christians believe people who are gay/commit sexual sins/petty theft/any other sin that's minor(or even the worse ones, that aren't quite as bad as denying christ) are going to hell about the 3 degrees of glory. "You're Christian? So you think I'm going to hell for____?" Great news, bestie.

seeing people discussing the concept of hell and how cruel the idea of eternal punishment is like, wow! i know this belief system you would love if not for your knee-jerk reaction against its name