So, I just posted the speedpaint to this lovely lady down below, and because she is not just an OC, I am going to explain her on here, under the cut.
This is Harper Flex. She is the main character of an actual book I’m writing. I’m not very far into the book, but I have her fleshed out.
She is what is called a Hopper. She can jump through alternate dimensions. One of the best ways to tell if a person a hopper is if they have rarities with genetics. Harper has heterochromia, like her mother. Hopper is a recessive gene; meaning the both parents have to be Hoppers.
But, on the other side of that, they is a kind of government called the IHT (Inter-dimensional Hoppers Task-force) that Hoppers have to get permission to procreate with other Hoppers. Harper, in particular, was an illegal bread. Her parents fell in love, had her without permission, and ran away from the IHT when Harper was old enough to hop. Which was 5 years old. It was not till she was 12, that they were caught, and Harper's parents were sentenced to death. She was forced to watch her parents demise.
Harper grew bitter after that. After her escape, she never stuck around dimensions for more that a few days; the longest she has ever stayed was 2 weeks.
I don’t want to give away to much about her because of my writing. She is 16. Her parents names are Laik and Acelynn. That’s about all I’m gonna go into with Harper, but if you have any questions about Harper, or the story, don’t be shy, ask away. Don’t forget that I am taking requests too!!
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
Wanted to draw them!!!! it’s been a while since i rendered faces so it was good practice
You know, something just hit me. Todoroki, Bakugou, literally all the boys people draw thirst art over or draw smut in 1-A; they’re 15. Like literally, they are only Freshman in high school. Yeah people usually age them up when they draw that kind of thing, but like... they still kids. In cannon, they are children. And that just hit me.
Like, I wasn’t even looking or reading anything in that category. I was watching a video of someone drawing Todoroki, and I thought to myself ‘huh, Todoroki has a baby fact. His chin isn’t as big as people usually make it.’ Then boom. ‘He’s 15. Why would he have a really pronounced chin/jawline. He’s a child.’
In conclusion, y’all nasty.
" You artists are panicking over nothing! No one is gonna steal your job just like photography didn't kill it! It's just a tool!"
....
-living struggling artists have their specific art made into AI and people are already buying AI reproductions of their style.
-There are already popular youtubers using AI pictures to illustrate their videos instead of hiring an artist.
- Publishing companies are making statements about having bought AI pictures for bookcovers without knowing.
But yeah sure, we are "worried for nothing."
All of my family has straight hair, and the only one who I could ask about is my grandfather who hasn’t had hair since the 50’s. I never new that I’m not taking care of my hair right!
I hate my curly hair so much I'll brush it for like an hour and itll he smooth as silk but in literally like one minute there's at least 10 knots wHY
ADFADGSFDGKSFG
I hate this, because almost no one knows it. No one tells kids with curly hair how to actually take care of their hair.
You can’t treat curly hair like straight hair and expect the same results! You can’t! It doesn’t work! Curly hair gets its own routine!
Okay, look, here’s the deal.
Your curls are… curls. They are MEANT to go together into a GROUP. They are not like straight hair which just hands out in one big… thing. Curls have groups.
By BRUSHING it, you are splitting those good-curl groups into separate strands, which, on their own, are STILL trying their goddamned best to curl, but now that they are away from their friends, they are only clinging haphazardly to each other as best as they can and creating tangles!
Here’s what brushed curly hair looks like:
Here’s what well-treated curly hair that has CURL-FRIENDS is supposed to look like (curl size may vary):
See how the curl is NOT only one strand of hair? It’s a whole group!
You know how you get those nice curls?
Okay, here’s the deal - you sit down. You look at this chart. Figure out your type of curl. (guesstimate)
And now you go to this website and you read about what curly hair actually needs to thrive, and you change your routine, and you promise me that you will NEVER disappoint your curls like that again!!!!
1) Curly hair is damaged by heat, lack of moisture, and sulfates in shampoo.
- No blowdrying - use a cotton towel or t-shirt to scrunch your hair and get extra moisture out, and allow to air-dry
- Turn down the shower temp while washing hair. I mean it.
- Try to find a better shampoo.
2) Curly hair NEEDS moisture, and it NEEDS leave-in conditioner.
- Use lots of conditioner.
- Use leave-in conditioner
- Try to use water spray over chemical setting sprays.
3) Curly hair does not need to be brushed, only combed with a wide-tooth comb.
- Comb the hair through with your fingers while in the shower and detangle while you have conditioner in.
- Comb again with a wide-toothed comb after the shower if needed
- If you need to, use a twist of some sort to keep hair out of the way, but don’t squeeze it too much - give it room to breathe!
More tips from smarter people probably exist but that’s the basic stuff.
PLEASE be nice to your curly hair.
I’ll never forget that one time I was talking to this boy and I rejected him (mind you I almost gave him my address because we were supposed to go out) and he stalked and harassed me for an entire month and put my number on Craigslist (I was getting hundreds of calls and texts every day to the point my phone stopped working).
Men are crazy.
Day 3 of 6: Hunter
How do people just bust out this bad-sad boy’s hair? I spent a good five minutes on his long strand in the front alone.
In other news, Hunter may look kind of funny with half of his arm missing, but it will look better when Gus is added, I promise! I also changed my style slightly between when I last posted, but I think the more simple style is nice, more cartoon-esk.
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I originally drew this two years ago, getting inspiration from a Barbie movie I watched for nostalgia. I wanted to do more characters, but burnout hit me hard and I didn’t continue. Maybe I can do that again 🤔
Sometimes, I just feel like screaming. Like, if can feel something sitting in the center of my chest, something heavy, but it never rises up of falls down.
Sometimes, I just feel like crying. I can feel the sob in my throat, and the tears starting to burn the back of my eyes. But I never do, because it always goes away.
I never tell anyone what I am thinking, what I am feeling, because it has become something that I see as whining in my eyes. These things that I feel come randomly and sporadically, so I don’t see it as something to fear.
But when I read these posts and stories, something that I bond myself with, and they talk about things that happen to be what I think/say/do, I find it harder and harder to keep these things in. There are barricades that are built in my head like the Great Wall, but they seem to be crumbling down one day at a time...and I’m scared about what will happen next.
I don’t know who to talk to; don’t know if anyone will even care, or say that I’m just being dramatic, or ‘It’s just a face because you’re young!’
Drawing has helped me, but not enough. Screwing over my sleep scedual to fall asleep at midnight is fucking with me, and school has started become just another burden, another weight on my back, and stress ha become something more than just something every once in a while. It’s alway with me, to the point where I am starting to get nervous tics every time I talk.
I don’t know... just gotta pull through I guess.
they’ve established curly hair supremacy
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