This is… well, I’m not 100% sure on a name for it, but I’ve been calling it Yukeon, because “yuki” means snow, but I’m open to other name suggestions.
(Also don’t mind the bad shading lol)
The Frost Pokémon
Magic Guard: The Pokémon only takes damage from attacks.
Ice Body: The Pokémon gradually regains HP in a hailstorm.
Snow Warning: The Pokémon summons a hailstorm when it enters a battle.
The ribbon-like appendages present in Sylveon have morphed into a scarf-like structure on Yukeon. When it encounters a trainer in the wild, it will make them a scarf identical to its own as a gesture of kindness. The methods it uses to do this are unknown.
Its large, glassy eyes are unnerving to some, cute to others, but all find them entrancing. It uses its ability to hypnotize others to guide them to safety in dangerous climates, such as blizzards and icy mountains.
Okay, I just drew it at three a.m. so… It’s really messy. But I once thought that Jack and Tooth would be great airbenders (now that air is the element of freedom).
And then I created Jack’s story. He was at first a reckless airbender that died in some way trying to protect his little sister (nothing different here). And that’s when - for some reason I still didn’t figure out - he was kind of revived by a water force and became a water bender (with white hair and everything). He didn’t remember anything about his past life as an airbender and even though he can bend water, he still has a strange affinity with air, now that every time he gets into real trouble or has strong emotional moments (such as anger) the wind gets strong and “saves” him. Thus said I can sleep……. (Who am I kidding?)
“Five funny fairies, Fond of fairy-cakes
Flying far from fairyland, Foraging for food
Five fairies feasted, on flowers full of fat
Freesia, Fuchsia, Fairy-fluff, frosted with fig fudge
Five fat Fairies, full of fairy food
Floating back to fairyland, flying far from fast.” - Nick Bagnall
1768. A group of muggleborns sneaking into the prefects baths a couple of times a month with bags filled with bath bombs, bath melts and bubble bars from Lush. Pure-bloods get really jealous as they don’t know where the muggleborns keep getting these products from. Occasionally the 1st year and 2nd year muggleborns will be seen trading their Lush products with older students for sweets from Honeydukes and other products from Hogsmeade.
I have always enjoyed viewing a persons painting or artwork just before its finished or during its creation. Viewing it in this state is always a great reminder of what goes into creating a piece of artwork and that they do not just popup out of thin air.
Something I think a lot of people tend to forget these days when you can buy so much so cheaply, at least that what I think anyway.
These are a few of my paintings before and after shots
Once when I was at art college I had a teacher tell me they preferred the colour samples I do on the side of my paintings more that what I paint :/
There are plenty of Dreamworks movies out there that never got the recognition they deserved. Prince of Egypt. Megamind. But there’s one that (at least in my opinion) is absolutely criminally neglected.
Rise Of The Guardians.
No one I know thought much of this movie from the (very few) previews it got. An emo-kid looking Jack Frost? Bo-ring. OK maybe the Santa looks cool. But giant bipedal Easter Bunny? Ew.
But this movie is SO GOOD. And I don’t mean just because it’s funny. It’s actually NOT a comedy, which for animated Dreamworks films is something of a rarity these days. There’s humor, yes, but it’s not a central theme.
I can’t think of any other kids’ movie that deals with the traditional Western mythology figures (Santa, Tooth Fairy, Jack Frost, etc) the way ROTG does. They’re literal beings in the movie, yes, whose power is linked to childrens’ belief in them… but they are also concepts. The movie is very clear about that. Santa outright says he is “wonder”. The Easter Bunny is hope and new beginnings.
Jack Frost, the main character… he’s laughing in the face of fear. Specifically the fear of death in winter. Turning the cold, life-threatening ice and snow into something fun so that children can live without fear. I mean come on, that’s great!
On top of all that, these are just… great characters with wonderful backstories. Some are only hinted at - but oh my god, scratch the surface and it’s beautiful.
Not to mention the art is GORGEOUS. The details, the designs… everything about this movie is just rich with visual interest.
I got a couple requests for a drunk story time (Have we done that yet? I don’t think we have, also whaddup rylea7, you were first to you got to pick.) So this is the story of how I once got in a fight with a cop and busted my face open during a production of Midsummer.
Let’s rewind shall we sorry fucking italics too lazy to backspace to my junior year of college, when I played the QUEEN BOSS BITCH Titania in a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. We did this shit outside because (a) the whole thing takes place in a fucking forest and real trees are cheaper than a set designer (b) my school had a fuck off massive arboretum ( c) the director was a fucking hippie and (d) we thought it would be nice and warm by mid-March and MAN WE WERE WE WRONG ABOUT THAT. Pro-tip, when your fairies are all basically naked and it’s forty degrees outside, you’re talking about some frost-bitten fucking fairies, yo. Me and Oberon spent like most of Act III huddling for warmth with a blanket in the fucking bushes because he was shirtless and I was wearing a ripped up vintage nightgown made out of lace and let me tell you, it is hard to look sexy when you’re casually freezing to death. But wow, that’s like so not the point.
ANYWAY. So Titania (i.e., me, I love telling people I played this role, bow down my fairy minions) and her little glittery retinue all enter at the top of Act II and the way we did this was to just kind of emerge from the darkness into the playing space, which looked hella fucking cool for the audience but was kind of a pain in the ass for the actors because we all had to like crouch in a fucking hedge fifty yards away struggling to hear our cue lines over half a football field of arboretum, which is a lot when it’s filled with crickets and shit and um, right. That. So we’re waiting to enter and all of a sudden this blinding flashlight beam comes out of nowhere and hits me right in the face and there’s this dude who says, like, as loud as he fucking can, “Excuse me, ma’am, but the arboretum is closed after dark.”
Sp a;;; wow okay had my fingers on the wrong keys there, but most of my fairies are freshmen and sophomores and they’re all freaking out (but like, quietly freaking out, because actors) like “Oh shit is it’s the fuzz” and meanwhile I’m hushing this guy and telling him to turn off the damn flashlight because it’s going to be like a fucking cat laser for the audience. And he’s hearing none of what I’m saying so I jump out of the bush and grab his arm and drag him behind a tree and I’m just like, “LISTEN, MY FRIEND, WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A PERFORMANCE AND WE HAVE PERMISSION TO BE HERE. IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME CONSIDER THE FACT THAT I’M DRESSED LIKE YOUR FUCKING FAIRY NIGHTMARE AND THERE ARE A HUNDRED FUCKING PEOPLE SITTING ON THE LAWN OVER THERE AND YOU ARE RUINING OUR PLAY YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING POTATO.” I don’t know who let this idiot walk around with a handgun but either I managed to get the point across or he was just terrified that this insane woman dressed like some kind of stripper Maenad was going to use her pagan voodoo on him because he finally was like, “Oh shit okay my bad, please God let go of me.”
So I turned around and the fairies are like already running across the lawn and I’m like shit shit shit shit I’m about to miss my magnificent royal entrance but I can’t see a damn thing because IT’S HELLA FUCKING DARK BECAUSE THAT SHIT HAPPENS AT NIGHTTIME, AND OFFICER SHIT-FOR-BRAINS JUST BLINDED ME WITH HIS FLASHLIGHT. But I take off running because the show must go on, right? But I kind of overshot my entrance and long story short I ran face-first into a low-hanging tree branch. It hurt like a bitch but I was like, “NO TIME, GOTTA GO ARGUE WITH OBERON” so I stumble into the playing space just in time. Oberon walks into the light, takes one look at me and his eyes get really wide and he looks really disconcerted and goes, “Uh, ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.” Because apparently the tree branch with which I had an intimate encounter was sharp enough to break skin and my forehead is now bleeding down my face. But we carry on with the scene and I’m like trying to seduce the fairy king while sort of surreptitiously wiping blood out of my eyes and Oberon’s pretending like it’s hot when actually it’s like really fucking gross.
Eventually we go through the scene and we meet up again in the bushes that serve as backstage and Oberon is just like, “What the fuck happened to your head,” and I’m just like “Fuck the police.”
And THAT is the story of the time a cop ruined my big entrance for Midsummer and I got bitch-slapped by a tree.