It has nothing to do with Satan, Mama. It's me. Me. If I concentrate hard enough, I can move things. - Carrie (1976).
WOOOOWEEEE- 💀
I'm SUPER late to the Halloween party with this piece, but truth be told the last months of October-December 2023 were busy as hell! So I initially planned to post this piece on New Years Day, but unfortunately, tragedy happened within my family, which at that point posting was the least of my worries :0(
Things are slowly clearing, so now I have the emotional/mental energy back to share this piece I worked hard on! I'm super proud of how this came out, and how wonderful IbisPaintX is to make doodles/finals on the go on my phone! Also huge thanks to @thetageist ( https://thetageist.newgrounds.com/ ) for giving me this suggestion!! Even gave them a spot on the credits wheeee 📽️
Bonus to you my fellow Tumblr dwellers, y'all get the individual sides to view and see (cause hooray for multiple photo posts!) 🎉
I rarely get to draw Amy, so having the challenge of redrawing her to the Carrie 1976 (USA poster) was an awesome and challenging experience, I got to test out some techniques I learned along the way ✨
I plan on doing this for 2024 as well, it was too fun to not try again! Happy super late Halloween y'all 🎃
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Geneuary prompt Mermaid / Magical
People I can not tell you how happy I am with how this one turned out >w<
I'll be honest... I forget today was prompt day XD I didn't find out until I saw @golden--doodler post (beutiful drawing by the way)
And talking about golden doodler thanks her for this one cause I was actually not gonna post anything for mermaid XD for real I decided to let 2 prompt out for different reasons and this was one of them.
I didn't know what I wanted to draw on this one, magical was too general for my brain and mermaid was the one that caught my attention the most. But didn't know what I wanted to do with it.
But then golden made me think in the Little Mermaid, and Gene and Rudy been Little Mermaid fans, and they bonding over the Little Mermaid, and this practically drew by itself... and I had to add a jelous Louise, cause I have to.
Gene is always stealing his mans, first Bob and now Rudy XD (Spaghetti Western and Meatballs reference) (of of my fav episodes)
So yeah.
Did I color it this way cause I had short time? Actually no, which made me very proud.
I really envisioned like this, since I made that Jimmy Jr x Zeke piece (you youngsters say Jimmy Jr/Zeke) I wanted to do something similar... if you dont know about what drawing am I talking about thats alright is a little old 😅
But yeah, really like this one, could be my actual fav, if I do say so myself (see I do one nice thing and it goes straight to my head 🙄)
Oh and the text is in spanish cause this is from my childhood memories and as a child if I heard the smallest word in english I would burst into tears... I was englishfobic as a child. The irony.
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Mother's Little Helper (This fic is canon divergent)
The humming of a church hymn left the lips of Patience Wittebane as she lifted the wooden handle of her charcoal iron, carefully placing hot coals inside it while wearing her husband's work gloves.
The housewife did not wish to burn her hands or fingers.
Subsequently, she returned to the surface where the new tablecloth she had sewn was situated.
Taking off the work gloves, she set them aside.
After positioning the heated iron on the cloth, she proceeded to move it smoothly across the covering.
"Oh, mother, what are you doing?" Philip asked with an adorable amount of excitement as he entered the ironing room.
"Ironing," Patience told him in the sweetest of tones as she picked up her iron, sending her youngest son a gentle smile.
The charcoal iron triggered a sparkle in Philip's blue eyes. "Ooo, ironing looks like a lot of fun! Can I help you iron, mother? Please?" Philip plead with his hands clasped and gave Patience the biggest set of puppy dog eyes.
The mother held onto her smile as she giggled, giving her son a small nod.
"Yay! But wait..." His joy was short-lived as he realized something that caused his happiness to fade. "I don't know how to iron," He sadly admits, his shoulders sagging.
"Would you like me to instruct you on how?"
As she asked this, Patience's smile became sympathetic.
Philip gasped as he raised his head and nodded quickly at the offer. "Yes, mother! Yes, please!" He beamed, his smile returning as he bounced up and down. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you so much!"
Patience giggled at the gleeful boy. "You're welcome, my dear."
He was excited to let Caleb know that he had learned how to iron from their mother when they were finished and when he and his father returned home from their fishing trip.
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"To start, you'll need to place your hand on the handle, just like I'm doing."
Philip appeared hesitant to follow his mother's instructions as he stood between her and the ironing surface, holding his left hand in his right. "But, what if I burn myself by accident?" He innocently inquired in a small voice.
Patience remained patient, presenting her son with an understanding smile.
"You won't, Philip. I promise. Touching here is safe, but the bottom is scalding hot. It's important to avoid it."
Philip placed his hand on his mother's hand slowly, having faith in her words.
"Your next action is to press down, but not too hard," Patience explained to him while steadily steering his little hand. "In order to prevent burning the fabric, we must keep the iron moving."
The wrinkles on the cloth began to slowly disappear, causing Philip to smile. "Look, mother! The wrinkles! They're going away!"
Philip's excited chirp caused Patience to giggle again. "Indeed, they are, Philip. Are you enjoying the process of ironing?"
Philip nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, mother! It's so much fun! The tablecloth is starting to look more sophisticated now."
"Good, I'm glad, because you're doing a splendid job helping me."
Patience's praise made his face radiate a warm smile. "Thank you," he replied.
...
Once the cloth was completely free of wrinkles, Patience and Philip proceeded to the dining room together where they spread the fabric on the table.
It looked beautiful.
"Thank you again for your help, Philip. Would you like to assist me with ironing again in the future?"
The question made his eyes light up. "Yes, I would! When I grow up, I'm going to be the best ironer ever! I'll iron all sorts of nice things like clothes, tablecloths, and blankets for horses so they stay warm during the winter!"
Patience giggled, gently patting her son's head. "I'm sure you will someday."
...
As time progressed, now in the Deadwardian era, Philip was in his cave working on his latest sewing project: a white, brown, and gold tunic that the bearded man planned on wearing later on in his life.
After finishing his garment with the final stitches, he placed it on a firm flat surface and then walked away before coming back with a charcoal iron.
Pressing the steaming soleplate against his attire, he began working.
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