This is insanely specific, but I love how different each of the love and deepspace guy's eyes are, not necessarily in color (they are really pretty though) but in the character, I guess is the word.
I mean, Xavier's are really soft. They don't really have much intensity, but they still have a nice depth. They're really gentle.
I think I spent a good five or ten minutes trying to peg Rafayel's. His are so emotive and really very sensual. They have this quality to them that is hard to name. Gah! I have it! Aloof. His eyes are emotive, sensual, but aloof as fuck.
And Zayne's. Good gods, Zayne's eyes. Not only am I in love with their color, but his eyes are hot-and-cold. They're so often cool and calculating. You can see a great deal of intelligence, but sometimes they're so intense. Piercing. They hold so much will. It is crazy attractive.
got to thinking what bruce’s self-care routine must look like in order to compensate for sweating in a cowl all night and getting your face pressed into the gotham streets. it’s gotta be pretty intense to stand up to paparazzi scrutiny so. he’s definitely scared his kids like this at least once
THE COMPARISON. never forget how there were some ppl actually saying tk8 just looks like tk7 2.0, and it just looks "slightly better" than tk7.... holy shit....
My usuk are kind of assholes, and they're alone but not lonely, because they have each other and that's all they need. I think Alfred's got the world's biggest superiority complex; he doesn't think he's a hero, no, the boy think's he's a God. Arthur switches between feelings of superiority and inferiority, but the most apt description for him is just a profound sense of otherness; he doesn't believe other people could ever understand him, they'll reach out to him and he'll smile gently but always avert his eyes.
It's a bit of Gatsby-Daisy relationship. Alfred watches him from across the pond, the only mortal worth his attention; he seeks his approval, his praise, he wants him to know he knows him, to not cast his gaze away from him as he does the rest of them. In a way it is the God who worships, but in doing so he admits his own fallibility - he knows but a dream, an idealized image. But the love of a God is flattering and so so warm, so I imagine Arthur allows it; he lets the child dream, lets his rays spread through him, his gaze straight past him. He'll be terrible, weak, cowardly, brutal, and then he'll look up at Alfred through his thick lashes, his pretty green eyes wet with emotion, and it'll all go away, the whole world shifts and bends to bring back his image of loveliness.
I think the true trajectory of their relationship is about knowing one another. Arthur would have to break down the image of Godhood, of perfection - to see the ugliness of his boy, his great legacy. Alfred must mature enough to see Arthur as something real - to destroy this romantic image of him, absolved of evil or unpleasantness, and allow him to be imperfect. To turn their warped unconditional, co-dependent love into something true and honest.
You ever finish a drawing that you really like and then you spend the next three days randomly looking at it for minutes at a time like that could make it possible for you to absorb its alluring and magnetic essence with your eyes
I've wanted to do a Lisa frank study forever. If I would've given myself more than one day I would've done more characters, but as it is the style was pretty time intensive!!