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lamareearchived-blog reblogged
This blog is now archived, and moved. Follow if you want however I’m going to be even more selective and private. Link’s on this blog.
This blog is now archived, and moved. Follow if you want however I’m going to be even more selective and private. Link’s on this blog.
lamareearchived-blog reblogged
“–I don’t know ‘ow many times I gotta tell ya t’is, but I ain’t gonna let somebody around ‘ere mess wit’ ya’s like t’at. Ya aren’t back in yer future world, or w’atever. Yer ‘ere wit’ me. So loosen up a little.” It was odd for someone like you to say such a thing–but you meant it.
“–Nobody is gonna take advantage of ya’s.”
“--It ain’t that easy, Blitz. Just cause I know that doesn’t mean the nicknames aren’t gonna bother me.” He should have known, it was like when you saw people aggravate him. “It’s kinda like how you hate when people talk about how scrawny you used to be.”
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“–Tell me ‘ow I was supposed t’ know t’at, ya friggin’ idgit? Go on. Tell me.”
“--...You weren’t? Jesus...Jumped the gun again, fuck.” Now you rubbed your neck sheepishly, guilty over the sudden salt thrown for no reason. “M’ old caretaker called m’ it before playin’ games of grab ass when I wasn’t interested. It’s just sort of a sore spot for me, like sweet cheeks. Hate it.” Sure your caretaker in your era had SOME good qualities, but the negative far outweighed them. Lecherous, lazy...convinced you to get drunk and let things....happen. Yeah, he was on your shit list for a reason.
“So...yeah, now y’ know.”
dorrcha replied to your post: "--Booty cakes," you said with a grin.
“–Woa’. W'ere t’ fuck did t'at come from???”
“--You called m’ somethin’ I’m not a big fan of. That’s where it came from, dumb ass.” No YOU were the dumb ass, you knew it too. How was he supposed to know that was a button pusher for you if you never told him in the first place? You were stupid.
"--Booty cakes," you said with a grin.
“--Ha ha real funny, y’ fuckin’ Strawberry Shortcake. Or were you goin’ for being a Bubblegum Bitch this time, cause’ you’re sure actin’ like a little bitch callin’ me stupid names like that.”You really couldn’t argue back when you were flustered, he knew that too, the little bitch.
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Watched an amazing video on panel and layout this morning, so I decided to see if I could use this new information to better No Title. Pretty happy with the results but figured I’d still get ya’ll’s opinion on the old verses the new. Old is 8 pages long, new is 11 (last page not pictured since its the same as the old page 8 lol)
more redraw stuff, this time WITH Milt and Aquaine. Colored back in 2014, man how time flies.
#.mun art#.milt#.aquaine#my baes#this is so sloppy but eh trying to get full bodies down#used SOME ref dor the poses but the basic anatomy and all is my own#its so hard to believe milt's thighs and bum are like almost half the size smaller than in darkwings lmfao#and yet one of her thighs is bigger than both of aquaine's thighs together
ofbloom replied to your photoset: Watched an amazing video on panel and layout this...
Idk the bottom leaves us ( ya know the readers ) more in the dark about what’s going on versus the top that kinda throws everything in our face. So ye…..I like the direction ur taking the bottom v much.
I admit, I knew NOTHING of how to lay anything out in 2014. I just thought it “looked cool” and rolled with it ha ha. Knowing the dentition what a small and large panel should do and what to do to break the uniformity of the pace helped a lot. This is stuff I wish I would have known years ago, but hey self taught lol.
rock-you-like-a-hurricxne replied to your photoset: Watched an amazing video on panel and layout this...
bototm part reminds me a lot of my story boarding classes aye i’m digging it the effect on the pages is trippppy
Mm! That’s the kinda effect I wanted to get with this whole prologue in general. It’s a fuzzy static memory of the main character’s so I wanted to capture that without using too many effects.
Watched an amazing video on panel and layout this morning, so I decided to see if I could use this new information to better No Title. Pretty happy with the results but figured I’d still get ya’ll’s opinion on the old verses the new. Old is 8 pages long, new is 11 (last page not pictured since its the same as the old page 8 lol)
#.mun art#.resiel#well its mainly resiel centric he IS the main character in the story after all#only cause Milt's the real main character but if it's from her POV too much is spoiled and it would have just started awkwardly and abruptly#so I'm pulling a great gatsby :U#im changing a decent bit new dialogue etc etc
"--'appy Valentine's Day, ya loser." It was then that you shoved a bouquet of flowers into her face.
The fact that he got you anything surprised you. Last year (Holy shit had it really been that long?), you were dealing with budding feelings for the very same shark. All you got was a box of chocolates ( like all his friends did), but this year, you really weren’t expecting much. Not to say you didn’t see anything positive about your lover, no you just weren’t used to being showered in gifts like this out of the blue. Even for holidays. The surprise your eyes held as you looked over the bouquet though, you even noticed a few flowers in the bunch that stuck out from the rest. Miltonia’s, how sweet.
To believe a year ago you had no clue what a flower truly looked like, how little you knew about Blitz, and how much you tried to deny loving this pink shark. Funny how life worked like that.
Still a bit startled, you took the bouquet shoved before you and gently grasped the sides, a dust of red starting to show over features. It was so obvious too given your milky white skin, which only caused the flush to show more than it should have, a small dusting rising to this tip of your ears. You were always so bashful when it came to subjects like these.
“--T-Thank you,” you stuttered out, shying your eyes to the floor to avoid contact with his for now, “It’s...great. I love it, but I hope you got a vase for ‘em. Ah who’m I kiddin’, you probably already have one in the kitchen.”
It was then that you smiled sheepishly, turning your attention to him as you laid the bouquet onto the coffee table, softly, only to forcefully latch yourself onto the sides of his face, pulling him down to bring your lips to his in a sweet kiss.
You were so thankful for this man in your life. He grew up so much the past year with you and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. He made you feel where others couldn’t, and you could always be yourself around him. You truly loved him.
Sorry for being so mia, been having more fun on the other blog. I’ll probably plug it eventually since I don’t feel anxious anymore, but for now I’m just gonna go shimmy over there, so see ya. Remember, reread those rules when ya get the chance. You’re cool. bye.
I’ve updated my rules and have added a black list. Call me a bitch, unfollow me, whatever. It had to be done.