Full page illustration featuring my chemical engineer magical girl Carol x Cure Jasmin, for the @fullsteamzine! This zine is sooo pretty, full of fabulous OCs, and love for women in STEAM 💙
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Prompt 2
Swooping the figure off of his feet, almost smiling as he felt his lover wrap his full body around his waist, both men couldn’t help but be overjoyed with the sight of knowing that they were okay. The fallen debris before them continued to crumble and sometimes even fall onto the concrete pavement, the thick black smoke steaming out of the broken windows of apartment complexes and homes abroad.
The raven-haired male wiped the blond’s tears away with a soft smile, seeing them interact was something the world couldn’t ask for but however, reporters and the press noticed how close they were, their body language of course giving hints of their “friendship” being something way more.
The Hero, choking on his own tears as his watery eyes were fixated on the Villain’s appearance. Those gentle, dark brown eyes. His millions of beauty marks plastered all over his body. His unkempt and messy bed head that was just the color black, black like his clothing style and a half of his heart.
Meanwhile, the Villain continued to get rid of the tears with his thumb, or even better yet, his kisses. The blond leaned into the raven’s touch, attempting to not cry until he heard the man’s voice once again, whispering:
“I’m here now. I got you, firefly.”
The blond, unable to control himself, dug his nails into the man’s cloak and bawled into his chest, almost wailing from the fact that they’ve been apart for so long, the separation anxiety alone made it an absolute hell for him. Everyone watching the Hero and Villain be so close, having a moment like this to themselves, it really made you wonder.. And also ponder about how these two live as normal civilians, working day to day as the hours go by. Were they lovers in their past lives? Are they lovers now?
“Oi!” A man’s voice shouted.
The Hero and Villain turned, only to see the Hero’s group turn up at the wrong time. Why now.. Why now?!
“Hands off the merchandise!” The Hero’s masked sidekick demanded, dashing right at the Villain with full force as the rest of the Hero’s friend followed pursuit.
The raven-haired male glanced at the blond, then back at the group of utter fools before taking a few steps back, hesitantly letting go of his lover’s hand, but as the group grew closer, the Villain fled within a matter of seconds, leaving the Hero.
Something that they both didn’t want..
The Hero fell on his knees, shaking violently as his eyes were more watery and his throat closed off from the amount of tears he was trying to hold back. He was gone.. He’s gone.. And it was all his fault..
“Well Hero. You looked like you were in pain there, so we decided-”
“Stop.”
The Hero’s Sidekick looked at him with a puzzled gaze, walking up to the Hero even more until the blond stood up quickly and let out a heavy sigh. Turning around with a deadly glare.
“Do you know.. How long did it take for us to finally see each other?” The blond growled, almost stomping closer to his group, as they took a few steps back out of pure fear.
“We’ve been trying to see each other.. For years.. And you morons ruined it.”
“He’s a villain! What difference does it even make!? He’ll use you! For anything! Personal gain, wealth, anything!” One of the Hero’s henchmen screamed.
“You don’t know anything about him.”
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Related to the art question, what's the art piece you've made that you're most proud of? (Or most recent if that's a too broad question)
Oh, I love this question, thank you!!
To be honest, I'm starting to get to a place where I'm pretty fond of my own art! I have it up all over my walls at home.
But the piece I feel really proud of is my acrylic Damiark painting:
For me, this is the culmination of some very real traditional painting skills I ended up building just from trying to occupy my time and hands with something.
When I was younger, I really wanted to do graphic novels, and focused on graphite drawing. I didn't really see myself becoming a painter... I never would have thought I could be one. I never really worked with color, at all, period.
Now, I think, working with color is deeply fulfilling to me.
This painting required me to do a perspective sketch, be able to successfully mix my own colors over and over again throughout multiple days and weeks, convey different textures and weights of multiple kinds of fabric, and play with color/character theory for visually differentiating characters based on their undertones.
This was really the first piece of art where I had to recognize how much effort I put in and how much I accomplished in what I set out to do.
Like, not to understate it, but this piece made me realize I'm at a new stage/level with my art than I've been in before.
Compared to traditional art I painted three years ago, this is a huge feat... not just artistically, but also in my mental health journey.
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