Go ahead and try to convince me that Vader wasn’t at least a little proud/impressed when his son showed up to meet him dressed in all black with a new haircut strutting around dramatically in his sexy leather boots like some galactic swagmaster and being a sassy little shit straight to Palpatine’s face
Do you see any difference between these two gifs, other than the colors and the pixels ? Well, one is made with Flipnote Studio on my Nintendo DSi, and the other one is made with TVPaint.
I just wanted to post the same animation but with two different programs, to show you guys that an idea can be expressed and understandable through many mediums ! I could draw this in traditional too if I wanted.
But why am I posting this ?
A few days ago, I received a message from a professional animator, telling me that I was wasting my time animating on “that sh*tty program” and that I will “never find a job or earn money” if I continued working like this. It was brutal, and awfully judgemental, especially coming from someone who shares (or is supposed to, at least) the same passion for animation as me.
He also told me that he will never follow me or like any of my animations because of the program I use. So, well … I just replied that his behavior was beyond childish, and absolutely unprofessional. I said, “You don’t see the potential of the animations I share there with many people, I put all of my love on them, I work hard and I enjoy making them. Yeah I’m not gaining any money from that hard work, so what? Do you think everybody on the internet shares their work only for profit?”
I took some time to think about it. It hurt me a little but then I remembered that so many of you follow me, give me great feedback, and heartwarming comments, even if I don’t draw on the BEST programs ever!
I mean, just because someone draws on Paint Tool SAI instead of Photoshop, it doesn’t mean that their art sucks!
I learned a lot with Flipnote Studio and thats why I still use it to animate, and you can see that I can animate with many colors too (I wanted to show you later as a surprise but well, now you know) and I will be able to teach you things about TVPaint if you want now.
Remember, my friends: an artist is someone who has the capacity to share emotions and messages through the art they are creating; no matter what medium or program you use for it, if it’s understandable you’re doing it right!
I hope this will help some of you who are working on less well-known programs and had some jerk telling them that it was bad. I’m glad to see that young animators, artists & people who are not creators at all saw the hard work in my animations, and pushed me up ! I love you all, and I will continue to work hard for you, to share my huge passion of animation with you and make you smile as always ! Merci tout le monde !
OK so my party had just fought off some sort of draconic invasion of our hub town. we were all pretty beat after barely scraping through with our lives and decided to return to our tavern. when we arrived though, we found a pile of rubble with a wrinkled gnome hand sticking out of it. we dug our barkeep out but he was already dead. clenched in his fist was his last will and testament.
Beastmaster: So… since I have a +4 charisma modifier, a +4 persuasion modifier, and advantage to almost all charisma checks… could I just… persuade the gods to let him live or something?
DM: I guess? I mean you’d have to roll ridiculously high to get them to listen since they’re gods and you’re not anyone holy but like.. go ahead and try?
Beastmaster: *rolls 16 +8*
DM: fail. nice try, though
Warlock: so what does his will say?
DM: He gives you what’s left of his tavern and the contents of the safe if you can find it. Roll perception.
Warlock: 16. What’s in the safe?
DM: 10,000 platinum, 20,000 gold, 3,000 silver, and a handful of copper.
liking gay things is fun and all like yes i love representation but it’s such a pain to get involved in the fandom bc you always have a ton of straights obsessed with anything gay and its sooooo uncomfortable trying to figure out who is lgbt and who just enjoys the show and who treats us grossly and should be avoided at all costs
to all the Young People on the tumblrs: don’t feel bad if you have believed misinformation. it doesn’t mean you are gullible, you are just young, and that’s ok. there is a lesson to be learned in making mistakes, which is fact checking, but when an adult tries to deceive children into believing something, who is really the one at fault?
A/N: Okay this ones gonna be emo to the extremo and que the crying *bursts into tears* But its a good emo nontheless! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️
“Dad would be rolling over in his grave right now.”
You scoffed, standing up straight. It didn’t really help that he was practically a foot taller than you still. However, you didn’t give a single damn anymore. Even though he was an alpha, he was a complete jerk and still your brother. He made sure you knew both of those.
“Well,” you argued. “I don’t really care what he thinks. This is his fault.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” He completely ignored your last statement. Maybe it’s best that he didn’t elaborate on that. You’d probably get a slap.
“Because it’s none of your business, Gambit.” You were really pushing it now. By law, he could kill you if he wanted to. You were an nonbonded delta, which really bad on your end.
“Well according to this,” he demurred, holding up a printed copy of the waiver. “It’s very much my business.”
You scowled. You had ten trillion nerves in your body, yet he managed to get on every single one of them. You absolutely despised him, especially now that you were positive he was going to rip up that paper and walk away laughing. Just like three years ago.
Remy looked down at the paper in his hands, rereading the words. For a split second, you felt the spark of hope inside your heart. Maybe he was a changed man? You hoped he was, you could really use some good karma right now.
“New Orleans is really nice this time around,” he said under his breath. He turned over the paper, reading your father’s signature. Your brows furrowed in confusion. What was he on about now?
“Okay…” you responded, your eyes narrowing with suspicion. Where was he getting at?
“I think it’s best if you come home with me.” he confessed, looking up at you with a completely serious expression. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head as you processed the words. Was he drunk again? Or just completely fucking insane?
You weren’t going anywhere with him! You had a life here, a promising future and an amazing father to your child. Tony was like a father to you, and Pepper? You couldn’t leave her. She was your closest friend besides Peter. Did he really expect you to just be totally okay with this?
“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed. You took a step backwards, putting some much needed distance between you. If he wanted to take you, he had every right by law. You hated those damn laws, they were extremely unfair and borderline dictating. Remy took a step forward.
“Y/N, you and I both know it’s true.” he reasoned. “Three years since I’ve seen you and you went and got yourself knocked up by some deadbeat alp-”
“Do not talk about him like that!” You spat, raising your voice twice as loud. You pointed an accusing finger at him. This time you stepped forward. “He is a good man. Twice the man you are!”
He didn’t take too kindly to that at all.
“I’ve had it with this damn attitude of yours!” Remy spat, stalking towards you. You let out a squeak and backed away faster, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible; but alas, he was twice the size of you.
He reached out, extending his hand to grab onto your arm. “You’re coming home NOW!”
Before his hand landed on yours, a metal one wrapped around his and jerked it upwards.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Bucky replied calmly. “Especially not with you.”
When the head of ABO Registration arrived, he brought an entire swat team with him, which was totally unnecessary. Word go out that there was not only a delta in the Stark tower, but one that was scheduled to be sterilized as well. When you didn’t show up for the procedure, things hit the roof.
Alexander Pierce was the current head of the ABO Registration. Tony literally had no idea how he came to be in that position, as the guy was a total snake, but nevertheless, he was here with the entire New York swat team.
Why were things always going this way for Tony? Was it that time he accidentally ran over that squirrel with his tricycle when he was ten? Or when he ditched his first girlfriend at prom? It was probably the latter.
When Pierce entered the lobby, he most likely expected Tony standing there in one of his fashionable suits, smart mouthing him to no end. But the absolute last thing he expected was to see the entire Avengers suited up and ready for him.
It threw him way off guard, and off his game.
“So, I take it you didn’t come for milk and cookies?” Tony asked. The helmet of his suit retracted, revealing his face. Peirce scoffed, taking a step forward himself.
“Don’t play dumb, Stark. Where is she?”
Tony raised his eyebrows, giving the man a shrug. “Where’s who? Pepper? She’s right over there.”
Pepper placed her hands on her hips, making the mechanical sounds of her suit shift. Yeah, Tony just had to make his girl one. Although, she didn’t really like being called Iron Lady, so he just stuck with PottBot300 instead, much to her annoyance.
“Or we have the lovely Black Widow over here,” Tony stepped to the side, revealing a smirking Natasha. She cocked her gun threateningly, glaring daggers into Pierce’s head.
“And we’ve got Wanda, too, if you’re looking for her.” Wanda smirked, her eyes glowing a bright crimson as she stared at each of the swat team members.
“Stop your bullshit, Stark. I can shut this entire show down right now if you don’t comply. You know the law.” Pierce clenched his fists angrily. The man shifted his weight onto his other foot, gritting his teeth.
“You’re gonna shut this down?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned around, pointing towards the group of people behind him. “Because I’ve got a group of highly trained lady warriors here, along with these other guys,” he waved towards the male members.
Bruce, who was now in full Hulk form, cracked his knuckles. Sam expanded his wings. Clint raised his bow and arrow from his spot on the balcony above. Thor twirled his hammer, eyeing the men. Steve gripped his shield tightly, holding it in front of him.
“So you go ahead and try to shut this down. I dare you.”
The entire swat team began slowly backing away, giving each other looks of concern. There was no way they could take them. Even if Pierce decided to try it, they wouldn’t listen to them. Risking their lives for a single delta? That was completely inane.
“The delta,” Pierce spoke. “She needs to come with me.”
“Well, you’re not getting her so I suggest you move along before it gets ugly.” Tony warned.
“Unless the waiver is sign-”
“We’re searching for her brother,” Pepper spoke up. “He’s the only one that can sign it. We just need some time.”
Pierce looked back to Tony. His eyes narrowed, contemplating his next move. Tony really didn’t want to wreck his lobby again. That last time when Bruce accidentally hulked out caused so much damage and he really liked how his lobby looked at the moment.
“You have twenty four hours,” Pierce addressed, turning on his heel. “Any second over that and all of you are getting prison time. Millionaire playboy or not.”
Tony let out a sigh of relief. He’d get to keep his lobby after all.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” He called as the men began exiting the building. He was so done with today. Now, he just needed to find you and Barnes.
As everyone began headed towards the elevator, they were met with the sound of Peter’s curses.
“You guys!” he exclaimed, landing from his web. His uniform was tangled in random places and his mask was completely inside out. “Sorry I’m late, nobody woke me from my nap!”
Everyone stared at him with raised eyebrows.
Someone let out a snort.
“Wait, where’d all the bad guys go?” he asked, scratching his head as he looked around the lobby.
“Bucky,” you peered up at him, giving him a small reassuring smile. “This is my brother, Remy.”
Both of the men glared at each other. You stood beside them both, your eyes shooting between the two men rapidly. This was not how you imagined this going at all. They looked like they were going to tear each other’s throats out.
“So you’re the baby daddy,” Remy spoke, eyeing Bucky up and down. You rolled your eyes. This was so embarrassing. You felt like a teenager introducing your high school sweetheart to your father. Remy would be a terrible dad.
“And you’re the deadbeat brother,” Bucky retorted with a tight sarcastic smile. You closed your eyes. This wasn’t going to go well. You placed your hand on Bucky’s bicep, rubbing it comfortingly.
Remy picked up on the gesture and frowned.
Before anymore words could be exchanged, you heard the familiar mechanics of the Iron Man suit behind you. You spun around, ready to explain to Tony that you were fine and that no, you weren’t being kidnapped by anyone.
But instead, you were met with a very confused Pepper Potts in her very own suit. When the heck did she even get one? And why didn’t she tell you she had it?
“Y/N!” she sighed with relief. “We might have found your bro- who is this?”
You sighed, rubbing your temples. You wanted to keep this as low key as possible, but if Pepper knew now, everyone would. It was only a matter of time. “Pepper, this is my brother Remy.” you explained. “Remy, this is Pe-”
“Pepper Potts,” Remy charmed, reaching out and gently grabbing her metal hand. He placed a small kiss onto it. She gave him a small, polite smile before pulling her hand away. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Your eye twitched as you watched the two in front of you. Bucky wrapped your hand in his, gently tugging you forward. “C’mon doll,” he said, wrapping his arm around you when you got closer.
“I think it’s time Remy and I had a chat. Alone.”
“My sister isn’t some alpha chew toy,” Remy chided as he stared at the brown haired man in front of him.
He leaned back into his seat as he fiddled with the card in his hand.
“I never treated her like one.” Bucky bit back, his blue eyes staring into his red ones.
Steve could practically feel the level of tension building in the room. The blond stood beside Bucky, nudging his best friend with his elbow. Whether they liked it or not, they had to bite their tongue for this one. For your sake at least. Besides, if things turned out okay with you and Bucky, he would end up being Bucky’s brother in law. He wasn’t exactly astounded by that information.
Remy flipped one of the cards over, showing Bucky the queen of hearts. “I don’t see why, but my sister seems to like you a lot, James.” he flipped it over again, but this time it was the king of spades. Bucky cringed at the sound of his first name.
“I like her, too.” Bucky replied, his eyes watched as Remy flipped the card again, only for it to be the ace of clubs. “More than I should.”
The younger man paused, his eyes flickering up at Bucky from across the table. He studied his face, searching for something, yet Bucky had no idea what. With a smirk, he placed the card down in front of Bucky.
“Okay, Barnes,” he began. “Let’ s make a little bet, alright?”
Bucky paused, his eyes flickering between him and the card on the table. He didn’t really want to play cards with Gambit of all people. With a sigh he nodded. He really didn’t have a choice at the moment.
“On the other side of this card is going to be one of two things,” Remy explained. “If it’s the queen of hearts, then I’ll sign the waiver and you and Y/N can be on your way living happily ever after.”
Bucky’s eyes flickered between the card and Remy, narrowed with suspicion. “And if it’s not?”
“If you get the Ace of spades, Y/N comes home with me.”
Immediately, Bucky’s heart began to race. There was no way in hell he was letting you out of his sight, even if that meant your brother had to go. It was a sinister thought, but it’s one that Bucky would gladly bring to reality if the worst case scenario played out. You wanted to stay in New York, it was your home now. He wasn’t going to let Remy ruin that for you. Especially for the baby.
Reluctantly, Bucky reached forward with his metal hand and slid the card back towards himself. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Closing his eyes, he flipped the card over.
Queen of hearts.
Bucky let out a giant breath, his eyes staring down at the card. Steve let out a chuckle, clapping his best friend on the shoulder. His eyes wandered to your brother, expecting to see a glare or any sign of disapproval. But instead, all he got was a small smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was genuine.
As much as Bucky was shocked, he was a bit suspicious. He hoped Remy wouldn’t pull out a gun and blast the two away.
“Well, it’s looks as though I’ve lost this time,” Remy sighed, but Bucky could sense the warmness behind it. “I’ll sign whatever you put in front of me.”
Somehow, Bucky Barnes had managed to beat Gambit in cards, all while saving his girl as well.
You sat between Pepper and Wanda, clutching their hands so tight, you thought they would snap off. For some inane reason, you agreed to let your brother and Bucky speak alone, which was totally eating away at you right now. The entire time, the same thought ran through your head.
What if Remy refuses?
The last thing you wanted was for any kind of confrontation or for Bucky to get hurt. You prayed that the two would be able to talk this out and be rational human beings. Deep down inside, however, you knew that Bucky wouldn’t take no for an answer and you would probably end up murdering your brother if he touched him. You wanted your baby to have a father and if you had to strangle your brother to give his consent, then so be it.
Pregnant or not, you were staying with Bucky.
“It’s going to be fine, Y/N.” Wanda assured you, giving your hand a squeeze.
“If he tries anything, I’ll cut his balls off.” Nat smirked from her spot on the couch.
That made you smile. Nat would probably take care of everything if she had to. Even though the two of you spent a heat together, you still considered her one of your close friends. You made a mental note to never tell your future child that you slept with auntie Nat.
“They’re probably giving each other manicures,” Tony teased from next to Pepper. You could see her elbow him.
The door opened, making everyone perk up. You stood, holding the two women’s hands tightly.
A million things ran through your mind that second, precisely a million. But all of those things subsided as soon as you caught a glimpse of Bucky grinning like the little dork he was.
You cried out as he ran to you, scooping you up into a giant hug. Tears began pooling in your eyes. This was finally over. You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. You wanted to stay this way forever. You could finally live your life without any more unnecessary bumps in the road. Everyone let out whistles as you two hugged, earning a blush from you and a giant grin from Bucky.
You could hear someone clear their throat loudly, instantly causing the room to go silent again.
Remy stood in the doorway awkwardly, peering over at you from afar. You patted Bucky on the shoulder. Taking the hint, he gently set you down on the ground and released you. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you pulled away from Bucky and made your way towards your brother.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Remy asked you as you stood in front of him. You looked back at the group of people, taking in each and every one of their faces. When you got to Bucky, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.
“Positive.” You replied giving him a smile. Remy nodded, placing a hand on top of your head and rustling your hair lovingly. You crinkled your nose, swatting his hands away from you.
Without thinking, you leaned in, gathering him into a hug with your arms. Honestly, it surprised the two of you. At first he tensed up, his arms twitching at his sides as you held him. But after a few seconds, you felt his arms around you.
Before you could pull away, Remy leaned down so that he was near your ear.
“C'est une fille.” he whispered.
Your eyes grew wide as he pulled away. You watched, completely flabbergasted as he walked away.
“See you around, Y/N.” he called over his shoulder, just like before.
This time, instead of tears, all you could do was smile.
Remy sat in the airplane seat quietly. Small beads of rain splattered against the window as he read the words from the letter in his hands. He sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.
If you’re reading this, your mother and I are long gone by now. Words cannot express how proud I am of the of you and your sister. I may not be around to see the amazing things you both accomplished, but I want you to know, that no matter what life throws at you, you’re a Y/L/N and capable of so amazing things.
If you’re reading this, this means that in the mail you received a copy of the Delta Sterilization document that I signed, which means that if any circumstance your sister was to become pregnant, she would be immediately sterilized.
I want you to know that I did not want this for Y/N, but I had no choice. The real reason for this decision, is far more complex.
The both of you have always been cross with one another, even as children. But now, I need you to put your differences aside, for your mother and I’s sake. You will both need each other, regardless of the differences. The thing I wanted most wanted in this world was to see both put aside your differences and accept each other as family and that at the end of the day, you both are all each other has now.
You might have noticed that when I signed the document, I refused to sign my full name. I did this so that the choice would be in your hands when the time comes. Please, for your mother and I’s sake, sign the waiver. It would mean the world to your sister. It will not only show that that you care about her, but that you respect her status in this world as well. It will be the ultimate act of kindness from your end.
I know it seems cruel to lie to her and it might change her view of me from now on. To believe that I would so such a thing out of spite. But it’s a sacrifice I am more than willing to make for the sake of my kids.
I love you both so much, never forget that.
He set the letter down on his lap, taking in his father’s words.
“Babe?” a small, feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Remy turned his head, giving the woman a grin.
“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing his changed mood. He nodded, pecking the woman on the cheek. He collected the small strand of white hair that fell in front of her face and placed it behind her ear.
“I’m fine, Marie,” he said softly. She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. Remy wrapped his arm around his fiance, placing his hand on her very swollen stomach.
“I’m just fine.”
Before you freak out, this is not the end lol! It’s just the end for Remy as we know it (; there is still three more chapters to go you guys!!