i'm here to tell you how much i adore your art, the love you put into every single one <3 the way you color just *chef's kiss* So smooth and light, yet perfect :3
and uhm... i wanna smooch your celestial boys so badly... 0//0 you think they would mind...?
SCREAMING AND RUNNING IN CIRCLES Hehehehe thank u thank u QwQ
sorry that i love them like it's MY fault. this scene is just impeccable. lessing reciting facts about poisonous plants and kira's like lessing you're SO weird why are you like this but accepts without hesitation that these are facts that lessing knows by heart for fun which to be fair i would also believe. lessing is just like that. the little smiles right before she kisses him. yanking him around by his lapels which he is so very okay with. the way she looks at him (a lil bit Down i think it's adorable that they're almost perfectly the same height) right after. the fact that he almost certainly knew she'd kiss him about the poison plant facts and did it for that reason. to get a little kiss from his wife :]. the fact that he makes no attempt to hide the sign afterwards and just walks off pleased with himself and kira's expression at the end. they LIKE EACH OTHER SO MUCH
I had the honor to work with @kingdeath000 on this one! I did the lineart while he was in charge of coloring this drawing. I really love how the two versions came out! I hope you'll like them as much as we do! :)
Shit like that is why Tangerine should've stayed in Ericson! She must take care of her leg but nooooooo! People in Ericson was mean to me :'(! I'm not surprised she caught a fever considering she's ignoring her wound. Sorry for sounding so bitter.
It's a big issue with the "Clementine left Ericson willingly" plot point in this trilogy. Aside from it just being out of character for her based on what we see in TWDG, it lessens the amount of sympathy we're willing to give as readers.
If she was forced to leave Ericson, whether because they kicked her out or it was under attack, she would have no choice. She'd have to leave, and then these situations wouldn't feel like her fault, y'know? You're more likely to see her suffer, fall down, or get an infection, and feel bad because it's not her fault, she was dealt a shitty hand.
But this angle of her leaving because she was unhappy or because she felt like a burden... she still left the safety of place where she could've properly healed from an amputation. Losing her leg isn't just another injury you can be like, "Oh just keep off it, it'll heal." That's a lot of healing and physical/emotional trauma to get through and she would've had a better chance of it if she stayed with AJ and Ericson.
Since she left, we're kinda just sitting here saying, "Yeah, Clementine... you have to take care of your leg. You have to wash it. You can't be running around on it all the time while it's still healing. You're going to be more prone to infection, and in the zombie apocalypse, that's super not great. What were you thinking? You should have stayed at Ericson. You should not be here at this ski lodge or running through the woods."
A lot of problems with the story and characterization stem from that decision and unfortunately, it's weakening the story.
you know, i find it kinda sad how critics on rotten tomatoes rate fun and lighthearted movies so low like, do they ever enjoy the simple things in life?
Laera's skepticism is writ across her face in a quirked brow, brown eyes knowing the very signs of fidgeting that she herself possesses. In the days past, Laera hasn't made much of an effort to talk to Eira beyond the usual pleasantry. A nod of acknowledgement, a quiet 'Morning,'; she seems reserved, more so than what's normally expected when a group of strangers are forced to entrust their lives to each other… Laera, however, attempts to make an effort this day.
❝ Your 'air burnt? ❞ The fighter asks, the pitch in her voice revealing her horror and morbid curiosity. She can't quite fathom how something like that could happen, but before she gets too ahead of herself, she poses a question: ❝ Mind if I sit? ❞
Despite asking, Laera doesn't wait for a response. Her movements are stiff, her body aching from the effects of recent combat, and she sits with a small groan. If Laera has something to say, she doesn't immediately respond, her hands wrapping around bent knees as she curiously stares at the subject of their conversation. ❝ …I don't think it's silly. ❞ She points to her own head, her own braids falling out, ❝ It might not look it, but I understand 'ow important a person's 'air can be. I was never allowed to wear mine 'ow I wanted growing up, so… I get it. All that to say, I think it's nice. ❞