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I want to be a guy-who-draws-nice-comics-every-week kind of artist, but am discovering more and more that I am a guy-who-draws-one-highly-detailed-piece-of-suggestive-fanart-a-month kind of artist and it's killing me. I don't have that kind of bravery, I can't post that. Give me a different artistic talent, this one's broken. I go to make a little something and uh-oh, the guy is in a situation again. Not my fault.
Posted the first chapter of my first Date Everything fic. If y'all like Chance and/or Parker angst, I recommend checking it out.
Not Fate, Just Chance
As Chance carefully painted, he wondered what instructions Parker would have for his own die. They had certainly played plenty of games together—those games usually being what Parker used to choose the weight of the die—but he had also had that falling out with him back when Chance had decided to try forgoing Parker’s primary rule. Would it be weighted towards hate because of that? Or would Chance’s frequent wins push the die towards friendship or love?
His stomach turned at the idea. That train or thought wasn’t going to get him anywhere productive right now.
The dice decide, not Parker.
And in an hour or so, Parker was going to find out if the human was his lover, friend, or enemy, with no say in it himself.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85670931/chapters/226378761
Anybody else buy a nice article of clothing, then go to try it on in the mirror and have to do a double take because hey wait a minute, you aren't who I bought this for? Why are you wearing my new shirt? Like, I gotta say, I kinda forgot you were there, man.
RE: smg4 Mr Puzzles
TL:DR I do not want to cancel the show, I don't want it to cancel me.
So I have been forced, basically, to make this statement as I am being asked about this character or 'introduced' to it (and the incoming new show) against my desires. I have deleted all previous posts about my encounters with this problem long ago for personal reasons that will be apparent, but people don't know about my situation and do deserve an explanation. I will keep this post short for my own mental health. This is the first time I have disclosed any of this information to the public, and it is hopefully the last. My silence has been a part of my uncomfortable situation, but it's clear the world won't let me try to just ignore it any longer, so it's full disclosure time.
1, Yes. I know about Mr Puzzles and his uncanny resemblance to RGB, my character from the on going comic The Property of Hate, who pre-exists Mr Puzzles by approximately ten years.
I did not, as a consequence, base RGB off Mr Puzzles...
2, I have received very violent and manipulative hate mail from fans of that character over the past few years due to this similarity, many threatening to slander me via cancel culture to discredit my own creations. The worst of these messages almost caused me to commit suicide which close friends can attest to (this period coincided with the death of my father which they used against me to full effect).
Since then the hatemail has been less frequent, but continues, and I am afraid it will pick up again with the advent of this new show.
3, I have contacted the smg4 management about these issues, to no avail. My first email was a request to tell their followers to cease sending me hatemail, which they did not attempt in any way. They have never responded to the large overlaps in terms of RGB's design, and when I finally sent them an email via a lawyer as a last resort (which cost me £4000) they did not respond. Please note that I did not ask for a cease and desist, I only wanted the hatemail to stop, and perhaps for them to alter Mr Puzzle's design very slightly to be a little less like RGB's. I even made this simple suggestion as an example:
Despite going out of my way (against the lawyer's wishes) to phrase the letter in a none-hostile manner, and offer them an alternative, they did not reply to this email at all.
I am a disabled indie cartoonist; I do not have the money to take further legal action, and in any case I do not want to. I hate conflict, and the emotional toll of sending that email alone was enough to make me miserable and exhausted for months. All I want is to be left alone, and for people to know that RGB was invented first. I cannot afford to do anything to protect myself or make anyone listen legally; this post is the most I can do, and it is the only post I intend to make about it.
that's it. that's the whole situation. please do not message me about the show, or the character, as both are very distressing to me: if you do I will either delete the message, or block you, depending on the angle. I have blocked all related tags, and I will unfollow if I see posts, so I am doing everything I can to take care of myself in a non-aggressive fashion. I have only made this statement so that people understand.
a small example of some of the hatemail (which was preserved only to be sent to the makers as evidence which, again, they did not respond to) below the readmore. read at your own discretion, it is unpleasant.
thank you for taking the time to read this.
A f(r)oggy day outside.
I feel like they could go on calming walks together.
Been a sanders sides fan for forever, but just got back into the egos stuff. Made just a little piece since I didn't want to take forever on this.
Here is Eric finaly getting a horse that wont die. Roman promised nothing could kill it. Eric will find that to be true.
A f(r)oggy day outside.
I feel like they could go on calming walks together.
I noticed Tumblr really hates me and is resizing these so they look all grainy. Oh well.
Been a sanders sides fan for forever, but just got back into the egos stuff. Made just a little piece since I didn't want to take forever on this.
Here is Eric finaly getting a horse that wont die. Roman promised nothing could kill it. Eric will find that to be true.
Third time trying to get a new therapist and she canceled on me again just an hour before my appointment. This is the third time in two weeks, different therapists each time.
Well, who needs therapy anyway. I can just annotate the Disney Descendants books so I can write fics where I project onto Uma, Jay, Carlos, and Harry. No particular reason.
Surely that is equivalently productive. (I'm through one and a half of them, saving the novel here for last, though I've read through it about a thousand times.)
(Ooo, I'll bet I should re-watch some Carmen Sandiego, too, so I can write and project onto Dash, Chase, and Roundabout. No particular reason.)
Yeah. Definetly a fair substitute for therapy. Totally.
Btw, let me know if y'all want any 'fun facts' about any Descendants character, because I swear I've got you covered.
Sneak peak of a little piece I'm working on. Was gonna finish it tonight, but for now you just get this little Carmen.
Carmen is drawn here as a criollo sheep. I've already asigned most of the characters animals. Some may surprise you.
I bet Dr. Bellum was a really smart sciency kid who loved making projects for school science fairs and watching/reading true crime/cop shows/books, and when her parents died she was found by an operative scouting out her high school science fair and that's how they got her.
I bet she loved aliens and alien movies and had posters on her walls and Lego sets she made of working machines and was such a bright, joyful kid.
V.I.L.E. gave her access to all she could need and the environment to show her skills. Maybe the school was putting down her ideas. Maybe her parents put down her ideas. Maybe she is salty now, sort of "good redence to my parents I never needed them" but she misses them so much. Maybe V.I.L.E. scouted her out before and saw her talent and orcastrated a way to get her parents out of the picture. Maybe she finds out about this once she is faculty and calls her parents "dead wieght", she didn't need them. What does she care. She never would have gotten this opportunity if they were still around. This is better. I swear this is better. You're right, this is better.
I bet she had a family cat. An outdoor cat that ran off to other homes but always came back.
I bet she was in the same V.I.L.E. class as Cleo, and they became friends there. I wonder who became faculty first or if they became faculty together.
She clearly cares for people but is also fully willing to hurt others. I wonder where her head is at with that stuff and how that developed into her. Did she always have the mindset that some people are okay to hurt? Did she learn this as a child or develop it through V.I.L.E.?
Did a little doodle of a young Saira to match my ramblings. Her face got smudged by my hand, but I hope it's still good. I bet she was such a happy kid. I bet her mum got frustrated when she let the cat onto her bed while it's still dirty from outside.
Anybody else get all anxious and afraid when the teacher/professor/instructor gets upset with the class for not answering their questions, but you know that you can't answer the question because you've already answered all the other questions so you've run out of battery, or the teacher will now get mad at you for answering the questions because you've already answered too many questions, and even though that doesn't make any sense it's happened multiple times before so what if this new teacher does it and then you just put your head down and cover your head waiting for one of your peers to put you out of your misery and just answer the damn question so they'll stop being angry, because of course you sat in the front row, the door is right there and it shows the teacher you're good, and now maybe it would have been better to sit in the back because the teacher is right there and oh god—
...uh, anyway. Time to go write Carmen Sandiego (2019) fanfiction for completely unrelated reasons that have nothing to do with projecting, no sir.
God can't be dead :'[ Who's gonna beta read my self-judgment now? My therapist?
Finaly finished this art tonight. Don't really know what this ship would be called, I've literally only seen it around like once but I've just been saying 'Ertufflout'. I would love a more creative name if y'all would be so kind as to make suggestions.
I basicaly grabbed my favorite parts of their different outfits and threw them together as a sort of in-between of the movies and show.
I find the ides of them teaming up against Snotlout cute. They know what they are doing, they just have to wait for him to figure it out.
And of course close-ups below.
I am actually writting a long form fic for them, based heavily on RTTE and set somewhere after the second movie and shortly before the third movie. Three chapters written for the most part with some touch-ups needed, about 1,300-1,900 words each. I'm waiting to post them until I have a bit more story planned out, but you can look forward to that in 1-7 business years.
Happy Birthday to the best twin ever, @tatteredcloth! How's the nursing home treating you? Knees still work?
Me when writing an epic allegory or a cool flip: I love the English language! :D
Me when the gay fanfiction problem: I think I hate the English language. :[
My mother language betrays me, and my side piece(Spanish) isn't much better.
Finished up a collection of smaller OK K.O.! drawings yesterday. Half of these are probably a month old, the rest I did yesterday.
Below are some close ups of each part.
Finally decided to post some month-or-two-old monster high art. I present, ya' boys: Jackson and Holt. I hope I've done them justice.
Some close-ups of the pieces below, sorry the image sizing and focus is so weird.
