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pomarrillo · 1 year

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HIIIIIIIII 2022 art summary and rambling be upon ye

ok so i usually make and post these for my deviantart but then dA started supporting... a-🤢🤢ai-🤢ai GENERATION BASED ON THE STABLE DIFFUSION MODEL 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

i ended up deactivating my account so now im just gonna dump these here every december :) anyway art summary be upon ye

(i just wrote over my one from 2020 bc i was too lazy to make an og format LOL)

yeah!! i feel like I made good progress in regards to the goals i made last year (better composition, stronger colors, etc. etc.)... the pieces i made this year are definitely more busier-looking than my 2021 and 2020 summaries. howeverrr theres a drop in quality from August to October tho bc I went on a trip to the Philippines with my mom and only had my ipad lol 😭 I’m not too good with procreate yet

hmm but yuh im p satisfied with the stuff I’ve made. i’m still trying to figure out my rendering style but I like where it’s going so far! esp with my november pieces (ty so much for the 1k on that souyo art btw i was so giddy drawing it and was really excited to post it 🥺so real)...

for goals, i’d like to work more on drawing complex bgs that are more urban/interior, better framing and dynamic perspective, varied color palettes, and more expressive character movement! that last one was one of my goals from last year too and while i think i did improve, it still has this stiffness i gotta hammer out. gotta keep on that anatomy study grinddd, its the only way

also i graduated from hs this year and im getting ready for spring semester college in a month 🥺 im majoring in design and im so excited to take actual art classes for the first time!! the workfield im trying to get into isn’t really related to illustration at all but im hyped to apply the stuff i learn in those classes into my fanart art hobby LOL.... I GOT MY PRIORITIES STRAIGHT FOR REALLLL ✊✊

but yeah besides all that i effed up a lot this year and did a lot of stuff im ashamed of but im still gonna try and be better. i was so bitter about everything in my personal life and i just can’t be like that anymore. i write this stuff for me to reflect and look back on but tysm if you read it too 🥺 this blog has been such a great outlet for me to let it go and im so thankful to have people look at the stuff ive made... im fully aware i dont know anyone here personally and im just making art content but that small connection of liking the same things means so much to me already. any like, any tag, any thought... just!!! thank u!! fuck it we ball 2023!!

also look at my dogs slappable bald ass head

#angle chat

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littlx-songbxrd · 3 years

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okok here it is, i don't have a working title yet lol and i wrote the first like three paragraphs a year ago and only now finished it

but uh here it is ig (it's long so below the cut)

oh and i named the characters before i read chog believe it or not so there is no correlation lol

Prologue - Cordelia

May brings with it the memory of battles fought and won and the ever looming presence of a war not quite lost but certainly nowhere near done. As I hand out threadbare blankets around the flickering fires of the temporary war camp, I have to force my mind not to stray to all the people who should be here but are not. Well, the one person, really. I don’t allow myself to dwell, for I know that if I let my heart open to loss, there will be no hope at closing the hole left behind. No one here will tolerate that.

Yet no one criticizes Halen when she fumbles and breaks her fragile composure, storming out of the planning tent, the memories glistening in her eyes threatening to spill over. No, when it’s her, they rush to comfort her, to appease her, and they tell her to take all the time she needs. After all, has the poor girl not been through enough? they whisper pityingly as though we all haven’t lost others to this fight. But, of course, it’s not my place to comment on the actions of the mighty Chosen One. Even if she is my friend.

I look down to find my hands are empty. Tir has taken the last blanket from me without my noticing, and he’s settling down against his pack with his bare feet at the fire. I scowl; he isn’t allowed to speak against Halen either, despite being her older brother.

Heaving a sign, I slump down next to my friend and pull a corner of the blanket over myself. Tir shifts slightly so I can lean against his shoulder. We don’t speak. There are no words big enough to dispel the cloud of grief that hangs over us.

I know Tir is thinking of Zo today, just like he knows I’m thinking of Cherry.

Both of us, I’m sure, are also thinking that Halen ought to be here. She ought to be spilling those tears she always threatens and apologizing meaninglessly for deaths that aren’t her fault. Since when did she choose to be distant and calm? Couldn’t she at least have the decency to break down with the rest of us?

I scowl at a gecko as it skitters through the dirt toward the treeline to the west. I should say something to Halen. I should scream at her, sob at her, cry out until she understands that we need her as a friend, not just a commander.

My mind made up, I stand quickly, earning a confused stare from Tir. “Where are you off to?” he asks, his voice thick.

I shake my head. “Somewhere that isn’t here.”

He chuckles and reaches up to squeeze my hand. It’s enough. He was never one for many words.

I smile sadly down at him and set off to the eastern shore, where the purple and gold tents of the Eneris royal tents have been set up. Their fire and sun emblem shines bright on the tent flaps behind guards dressed in layers upon layers of robes and wraps and blankets. I scoff. The army settled just twenty yards away is shivering under thin blankets and dying fires while the royals and their company dine on mutton and venison. Not that I’ve come to expect anything else from them. They recruited Halen and built this army from the ground up—of course they believe themselves worthy of a few more precious coins exchanged for better conditions.

Even today, the first anniversary of Monvira’s troops storming villages and uprooting lives, they haven’t so much as acknowledged the flood of pain that’s sweeping through their army. I wonder if they even know what May first means to their people.

I stop mid-stride, staring straight ahead at the Strategy tent, where I know Halen spends most of her time these days.

It hits me: May first. The sky is clouded and the birds are silent, but it’s May first and no one bothered telling me that I forgot my birthday. Which was April thirtieth. No one noticed.

Weariness pushes at the back of my eyes, and I blink heavily against the tears blurring my vision. Memories from last year flood my mind as I turn and hurry towards Halen’s private tent. It bares the same colors and seal as the others.

I collapse on her bedroll and let out a single sob.

Last year, on the night of my birthday, Cherry had wrapped a blanket around us both as we stumbled back to our village after a whole day spent together at Renton Lake. She’d kissed my hand and twirled me toward the hut I shared with Halen, giggling in the moonlight, her dark unbound hair spilling over her shoulder like a waterfall of night. The memory rips through me, forcing another sob out of my quaking body.

The next morning, she’d been gone.

I’m not sure how long I lay there, my tears collecting in a pool around my head, but eventually the shaking subsides and leaves behind a solemn heaviness. Only when I hear the tent flap ruffle do I stir. There’s a small gasp, then: “Delia?”

Halen’s nickname for me only makes the smallest dent in my sorrow. I push myself to a sitting position, sure that my face is red and splotchy and my hair wild and tangled. All in all, I don’t blame her for looking taken aback. “Delia, what is it?” she gushes, crouching before me and taking my face in her hands. “What’s wrong? What can I do?”

This is exactly what I wanted when I stormed in here. Now, I nearly laugh. It’s pathetic, really, all this time I’ve spent cleaning up after Halen, chasing her, thinking maybe she could do something that would fill the cavity growing inside me. I see it now, as her hazel eyes rake my face. “Nothing,” I tell her. Her thumbs are soft as they wipe away the tears that trickle down my cheeks. “Not anymore.” My voice is scratchy, and I push down against a wave of shame. I’m better than this. I’m better than breaking down in my friend’s plush tent. I’ve never been the emotional one—that was always Halen.

I wipe away my tears, feel myself stand and walk out of the tent, my mind still occupied with hazy revelations I’m too exhausted to fully pursue. There’s a feeling in my gut, the only one that matters right now, and it’s an overwhelming cry to get out.

The grass is silent under my feet as I walk, and I’m distantly aware of Halen calling after me. Her cries of “Wait!” and “What’s going on, Cordelia?” follow me, even after she stops.

I keep walking.

I don’t look back.

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so uh yeah that's it 👉👈 i can give u the idea of the book if u want or you can just take this offering and run lol <33

Im gonna give you my unfiltered thoughts with no order or organization

REMEMBER ME WHEN YOURE RICH AND FAMOUS AND A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR

OMG IM GONNA GET TO BRAG I SAW THE PROLOGUE TO AN AWARD WINNING BOOK IN THE FUTURE HOLY SHIT

I DONT HAVE ENOUGH WORDS TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS AND IM BILINGUAL

RENDERED ME SPEECHLESS IN TWO LANGUAGES GO YOU

SHE DIDNT EVEN REMEMBER HER BIRTHDAY HOLY SHIT

LOOK I ADORE THE FEELINGA CORDELIA POTRAYED DURING THE ENTIRE PROLOGUE

LIKE HOW YOU WROTE IT IS JUST

I WANTED HER TO COME BREAKDOWN WITH THE REST OF US?????

NO IM SORRY IM HORRIBLE AT COMPLIMENTING EVERYTHING HERE IS BRILLIANT

1) i have a basis for how the crown is unfair (based on cordelias description) ALSO HOW CORDELIA DESCRIBED "i wasnt even sure if they knew what may 1 meant to their people" IDK BUT I LOVED HOW OT WAS WRITTEN. Its not explicit BUT LEAVES THE MESSAGE SAID

2) basis to whats going on? C H E C K

3) JUST HOW YOU WROTE CORDELIAS GRIEVE AND ESTABLISHED THE CHARACTER

Artie i've told you a million times but I adore your writting style, i always adored it BIT READING YOUR ORIGINAL WORK

I FEEL SO PROUD OF YOU?????

Your style is perfect

I WASNT LOST WHICH IS GOOD!

AND LEAVES ME WANTING FOR MORE

I DIDNT NOTICE BUT MY PHONE HAS LOW BATTERY SO IF I DONT REPLY AFTER THIS ITS THAT BUT TELL ME MORE PLS

#also im so curious on halen #pls i need more

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sailorshadzter · 4 years

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Jonsa as Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen.

omg you have no idea how much i love this & how much ive WANTED to do this. i believe there’s another ask in my inbox somewhere about a sailor moon au & ive been meaning to tackle it. so this was WAY FUN. combining my two favorite otps was fun & i did my best to give them some traits from both sets of characters.

just some notes for clarification: the outfit featured is the one from the sailor moon crystal opening. sansa’s hair isn’t as long as usagi’s would be, but this is the look i was referencing for her hair style, hence me still using odango. YES ITS JAPANESE, DONT @ ME. mamoru can’t NOT call usagi odango, regardless of it being an au or not. we’re just gonna roll with it lmao.

set same timing as the first arc of sailor moon.

i really could write more drabbles on this! so fun! thanks for the request!

His daily routine has become interrupted.

Jon isn't one to stray from his sense of normalcy- his day to day routine is what keeps him on track, it's what keeps him moving forwards. Between his part time job, his university extras, his normal school work, and... Well, that. His nights have become strange, foreign moments that seem more like a story than a person's real life. And yet, every single night as he lays his head to the pillow, he finds himself creeping back out to search for the two things he dreams of... The girl with the long, flowing hair and the silver crystal, the ginzuishou, that she begs him to find. And it was one of these last few weeks that he stumbled in upon a young woman, a soldier of justice, Sailor Moon, she had called herself. A senshi bestowed with what he could only say was a pure, warm power, a power that even she has yet to fully understand.

Because these nights of his have become so... So... weird he's been counting on his days to keep him grounded. But in truth, even his days have become something different.

It happened three weeks ago, the day he bumped into the strange blonde with the biggest blue eyes he's ever seen. She had hit him with trash, in all honesty, and Jon had been unable to stop the snide remark. When she had spun to face him, his breath had been momentarily stolen, the sight of her rendering him somewhat speechless. She was spitfire of a girl, he could tell almost at once, delighted when her cheeks filled with color at his next few comments. Before she stormed off, she had snatched her crumpled up test back and disappeared around the corner.

That night was the first night the call to become Tuxedo Mask had come to him.

Now that he thinks about it, it's almost strange that of all the days for it to be the first, it was the day he'd met that girl. Jon sighs, reaching up to run a hand through his unruly dark hair, stepping out of his apartment building and into the morning sunlight. It's Saturday and for the first day in weeks, he's got nothing to do. Truthfully, he could be studying, but even for just an hour he wants to do nothing but enjoy the nice weather.

As he turns the corner to head towards the park, he sees her.

She stands on the street corner with two other girls, out of her usual school uniform for the first time since he's seen her. He takes in the sight of her- a little pink jumper with a striped tee underneath, something that's so her it makes him smile. He hasn't known her all that long, but Jon's already begun to piece together the girl that is Sansa Stark. "Hey!" He raises his hand in a gesture of hello when all four girls look up at him in surprise. "Odango, cute outfit." He greets and at once the blonde is stomping towards him, rolling those big blue eyes of hers.

"I have a name you know." She huffs, folding her arms across her chest as she pierces him with her gaze. "Oh-dahn-go- don't call me weird things," she destroys the pronunciation of the word and he can't help but to spare a chuckle at her expense.

"Odango." He repeats, grinning when she rolls her eyes. "It's Japanese- a class of mine." Jon explains before he reaches out, giving one of the little buns on top of her head a tap. "It looks like you've got dumplings in your hair, odango means dumpling."

"I do not have dumplings in my hair," she scoffs, but her cheeks are warm, lips threatening to curve with the realization that he's given her a nickname. Hands on her hips, she leans in, shaking her head. "Sansa. My name is Sansa." From the way he's grinning at her, something tells her he's never going to call her by her name.

He opens his mouth to speak, but he's interrupted by the sound of beeping. Sansa glances at her wrist watch before she turns, glancing at her friends across a shoulder. It's barely noticeable, but Jon sees her eyes darken with worry before she turns back to face him. "I gotta go," she gestures towards her friends, as if they are what's pulling her away from him. "See you, Jon!" She shoots him a grin, but then she's gone, joining with her trio of friends before they make their way across the street, towards the outskirts of the city. He watches them until they're out of sight, committing to memory the way her hair swings as she walks, sleek blonde strands that he knows must be soft as silk.

It isn't until she's out of sight completely that he decides to move on, taking a step towards the park, his initial destination before bumping into Sansa. But, he can't go much further before the world stops around him, an electric shock rushing through his veins, familiar to him now after so many times. When the sensation subsides, he's racing across the street, feet taking him the way he needs to go.

It was Sailor Moon, she was calling out to him again.

#jonsa #jonsa au #jon x sansa #usamamo #when your 2 fave worlds collide #top tier otps #my writing #i wrote this

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