Just for the record, the thing that got me thinking about dot eyes again was the fact that I was looking at Journey screencaps again earlier.
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I'm probably not helping but I feel like you should do what makes you feel most comfortable. -hug-
Thanks, anon :)
I’ve been doodling a lot today trying dot eyes again, and I definitely don’t dislike the results? I guess I just feel kinda uncertain. Because of course after doodling for an hour I see some reblogged art on my dash of some art with extremely similar results to what I was getting… (A far more successful artist, too.) Not to mention I stopped using dot eyes last time because I wanted a change? I don’t want to come off like I’m copying, and I don’t want to come off as wishy-washy or as a hypocrite either, but I just feel like there’s something missing from how I’m drawing things as of now, I guess, and I feel like trying dot eyes again, now that my style has kinda simplified as a whole, might help things.
…maybe I should try dot eyes again? Combine the general simplification I’ve been doing with that, see what happens. I dunno. I’m just brainstorming here. I feel completely lost.
Life Updates!
For the curious, I guess. Lots has happened. Sorry I haven’t really posted anything for a while : ( Also, vagueblogging I guess?
Lucas, thanksgiving?
Even as the years passed, even as they spent their time further and further divided (the mountains seemed ever vast, always with some new alcove to search or trail to follow; the house always needed to be cleaned of dust and muddied footsteps left when it was too dark to see, and people in Tazmily needed aid and errands run no matter the village’s size; the sheep and Boney still burst with life despite how many times the stable or the house had to be rebuilt), Lucas and what was left of his family still ate together once every year, and set two plates aside.
Lucas falling alseep in Hinawa's arms.
He remembered the time when a mid-summer storm rolled over Tazmily, covering the village in thunderclaps and flashes of lightning long before the weather seemed to strike down buildings with a will of its own, where his mother had held him tight as he shivered in anxiousness - it seemed to him that the storm was already receding as he drifted to sleep in her blanketing embrace; his last memory before losing to the ebb of dreams completely was of her bringing him to the bed he shared with his brother, who slept alone with his back turned away from them, covers kicked to the bottom of the bed as if to claim in childish anger that he didn’t need their warmth after all.
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Mother 3: An older Lucas mourning a recently deceased Boney.
It was hard; his hands kept clenching at the dirt of their own volition as he tried to smooth it over, and his knees kept digging in to the sides of the almost-finished grave so that the mound slid up to try and swallow him at the wrists.
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Mami/Madoka?
She hadn’t realized that Walpurgis Night would be so large, nearly blotting out the moon and the buildings it cleaved in two with its mass - but even in the face of the metal beam about to crush her, with Madoka just behind her, Mami had never felt more brave in her life.
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EarthBound: Ness and Paula's return journey.
If to passerby it looked like the two of them were purposefully avoiding speaking to each-other, eyes averted and heads lowered, it was actually that there was no longer anything either of them had to communicate to the other through speech.
LSP doing some hardcore Ice King Finn/Flame Queen shipping
She’d never admit it - okay, that was a lie, she took any opportunity she had to say it, to the point that both parties had threatened her life in one way or another, not that it mattered - but at the very least the two of them had the potential for chemistry, that definite opposites-attract-in-the-most-literal-way vibe that LSP lived for.