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blindbeta · 2 months
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Would it be offensive to draw a blind characters with different colored pupils as a visual cue for their blindness? I don't want to perpetuate any harmful stereotypes, but I also want it to be clear that one of the characters in my webcomic is blind.
If this person has cataracts, infection of the cornea, or some other reason that one or both of their eyes are that way, that would probably be fine. However, not all blind people have eyes that look noticeably different without a reason as to why, even as cataracts are common causes of blindness. Contrary to popular belief, not all blind people have cloudy eyes.
I wonder if people are looking for cloudy eyes when they say we don’t look blind . . .
Generally, unless there is a reason your character would have noticeably different eyes, there is probably no need to draw them any differently.
You may instead enjoy finding other creative ways to show their blindness. Maybe they use a cane or other assistive devices. Maybe they use Braille or large print. Maybe they read regular print with frequent breaks and eye massaging.
Generally, ask yourself if you are making choices because they feel right or because there is a solid reason behind them. In this case, are you drawing a character with cataracts or did you unintentionally fall into the idea that blind people’s eyes just look different.
The point is that some blind people do have noticeably blind eyes due to discoloration or cloudiness. However, when drawing blind characters, consider why you are drawing them that way. Be intentional.
I hope this helps. Good luck with your comic!
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starrystevie · 11 months
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it was all supposed to be a joke. they were supposed to be in steve’s backyard with all their friends and family in shitty lawn chairs, holding cans of budweiser and jamming to whatever song eddie was in the mood for that day blasting through the speakers. steve was supposed to be in front of them all in a tuxedo t-shirt and powder blue dress pants, flowers in his hair that had been teased to high heaven and dark black sunglasses to keep out the bright sun. that’s how they had planned it all those years ago when they’d been high and drunk and young and in love.
but somehow instead, the yard is full of flowers and benches that hopper and wayne put together with spare wood for everyone to sit on and there’s an archway at the end of the aisle and soft acoustic songs spilling gently out of the speakers. steve’s still at the front, that was always supposed to happen, but this time he’s wearing an actual tux, light cream with a boutonnière and everything, and his hair is pushed back just so. there’s no flowers in his hair and no sunglasses but it’s cloudy enough of a day where he doesn’t really need them anyway.
they weren't even supposed to do this. there wasn't supposed to be a grand entrance and a walk down the aisle, no flower girls or ring bearers or anything remotely traditional. but what started off as, "well, i wouldn't mind walking down the aisle," and "i think exchanging rings would be cool," and "who cares if it isn't legal, i'm going to marry you anyway damnit," turned into this beautiful day of friends and family and love.
robin’s standing beside him in a tux of her own, pinstripe grey donning a pocket boutonnière that matches nancy’s bouquet, with a few notecards in her hands. and speaking of nancy, she’s heading down the aisle in a flowing dress, and when her eyes catch robin’s, she crinkles her nose before blowing her a kiss. she stands opposite of steve as eddie's not-quite-bridesmaid and grips her bouquet tightly, her eyes never leaving robin's.
and then there's dustin. he's in a tux that matches steve's and he has his curls pushed back with probably too much gel and a tie that suzie got him for their 3rd anniversary. the best thing he's sporting, though, is the smile on his face and the ring box in his hand and the joy in his eyes as he looks out at the crowd. having him there as best man and smelling the cheap cologne he wears so he seems more grown up calms steve's ever beating heart enough to where he doesn't think he'll throw up from nerves anymore.
all of their loved ones are surrounding them in clothes steve’s never seen before but he couldn’t care at all what they’re wearing because they’re all smiling wide and bright at him. he catches himself rocking back and forth on his feet so he shakes out his hands and holds them behind his back to distract himself. his stomach is rolling with waves or butterflies and when he catches joyce's eye in the front row, she mimes taking in a deep breath which he instantly copies. the soft grin she sends in return tells him that he thinks it could actually work to settle him. mothers have that healing way about them.
he’s never been good with weddings, always fidgeting in a too tight suit his mom picked out, but he never thought he’d be this antsy at his own.
steve's just about to give up and sprint down the aisle to get eddie so they can run away together and leave nerves and or butterflies behind him, but then the music stops. he sees lucas changing out the tapes quickly, giving a thumbs up to mike who throws one to will who runs back behind the shed to where he knows eddie is waiting and when will pops his head back out to run back to his seat, it hits him.
he's getting married.
steve doesn't have time to think about it anymore than he already has been for the last 8 years because eddie's coming around the corner of the shed.
'here comes the sun' is playing out over the speakers, soft and perfect, and eddie's smiling, wide and beautiful, and steve can't help but mirror it back to him. the clouds overhead seem to hear them, hear the song and hear their hearts beating in time with each other, because as soon as eddie gets to the aisle, bright warm rays of sunlight peak out and make the rhinestones he demanded line the lapels of his own black tux shine like real diamonds.
steve stops breathing. he swears he does, and he knows his family are all feeling the same way. he can hear a few gasps, hears joyce muttering what she thinks is a silent, "oh my god," in hop's ear, and watches how wayne stands up just a bit straighter from his front row seat.
eddie glides down the aisle like the drama king he is, soaking in the looks from everyone they care about and soaking in the sun that seems to come out only for him. it's like the sun knows he's a star, too, and wants to come out to be with one of it's own. eddie's always been sunshine and starlight and a blinding thing to look at and take in. he's the light, steve's the moth, and a few clouds on their wedding day could never change it.
"well, that was insanely good timing," eddie whispers to steve once he reaches him. his grin softens and he brings up a hand to wipe gently at the tear tracks on steve's cheeks. "hi, baby."
and steve can do nothing but choke out a laugh, catching eddie's hand in his own so he press a kiss to his palm. he thinks he can feel eddie's heartbeat against his lips and, even if it's his brain playing tricks on him, he likes the sentiment that it brings. "i love you so fucking much."
it's eddie's turn to get teary-eyed and the sun glints off the tears that fall down his cheek before heading back behind the clouds, dotting quick-to-fade sparkles on his face like a wedding present.
steve kisses him. he can't help it. it's nothing but a fast press of lips, watery smile to watery smile, and everyone is cheering except for robin.
"hey! it's not time for that yet," she says with a pretend scowl, arms pressing to each of their chests to keep them apart. it's enough to leave nancy giggling where she stands behind eddie, her laugh like bells bouncing off of the trees surrounding them. "just give me like ten minutes and we'll have you married and you can kiss all you want then."
steve swears he can hear mike groan at that which cause him to grin which cause eddie to grin back and then they're holding hands like it's the only way to get through the next ten minutes. and it might just be the only way to get through it. knowing them, if they didn't hold on tight, one of them would make a move first and there'd be hands around waists and fingers tangled in hair and robin would hate them forever because she wouldn't get to do her speech.
it's after vows are shared, after rings are on fingers, after kisses are pressed to lips and cheeks and temples and hands and everything else they can quickly reach, that the two of them get some peace. everyone is inside eating snacks and drinking cheap champagne, and it goes unspoken that they're going to take some time for themselves. take some time to bask in their new maybe not-so-legally real but as real as could ever be in their hearts marriage.
they make their way, hand in hand like they've always been meant to do, to a table set up for them. eddie pops a bottle of champagne that they pass back and forth between themselves as they share cheesy smiles and champagne-laced kisses. and it's as they look into each other's eyes, fingers lacing so their rings clink softly against each other, that the sun peaks out to say hello once more.
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l3irdl3rain · 4 months
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He had wet food for dinner and somehow managed to make even the top of his head crusty
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buttfrovski · 1 month
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they have eachother's colors in their eyes
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icarusbetide · 18 days
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this is what jefferson hears every time hamilton starts talking about his financial plan
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the-cloudy-dreamer · 9 months
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Is there something you crave? Something sexual? Something precious? Someone special? Anything? Then you have felt it. It's here -- in the longing, in the lust: the breath of Desire, the caress of the Threshold.
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So it was Mason’s birthday this week and I needed a practice piece and this was the result! Slowly branching out to more character’s from the Sandman 🖤
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qekouu · 8 months
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Happy Perseid meteor shower 🥳
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my-cursed-brain · 3 months
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Twst au where instead of moray eels, the twins are some kind of undiscovered deep sea eel. They're already terrifying to other students when they look completely normal, so imagine how scary they could be when they're something no one above the sea has ever seen.
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My dog is a blondie like me, which I've always liked, but I can't see his graying fur as he's getting old. I glimpsed it in the sun over the summer and wondered: how long have you been aging without my noticing?
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omg-snakes · 11 months
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little baby guy in zombie cosplay
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i-like-gay-books · 1 year
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lancelot: *riding forward with the tip of his lance shining with blue fire toward the griffin*
merlin: maybe he just won’t notice
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nightmaretherabbit · 3 months
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Redesign of Cloudy
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waty-art · 8 months
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Chloe Noir!
while I’m working on the rest of the Miraculous comic, here’s a fanart of Chloe as Chat Noir.
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the-meme-monarch · 2 years
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was thinking abt eeveelution regional variants
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cloudymistedskies · 16 days
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A okay so cloudy,
PLEASE. COME GET YO BF.
"I don't know who that is, but that is NOT Muichiro. PLEASE KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM ME."
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