After almost 7 hours this piece is finally finished and I am so happy with how it turned out. It's a redraw of a tiny doodle I did back in June. I've included it and some progress pics under the cut:
red riot :]
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💫To Be A Man💫
Thrilled I get to post my part of @ghostsharkpress ‘s transology zine before pride month ends. Our prompt was to recontextualize a formative childhood cartoon through the lense of transness/gncness.
These are thoughts I’ve had spilling around in my head for a while and seeing how important Treasure Planet was for me as a kid I thought it would be perfect. I always struggled with the fact I don’t really have any older male guide or figure to learn myself from so as a kid I tried to mimic the masculinity of shows or my peers. Growing older and wanting to step out of boyhood has really been a journey of self discovery and self worth and I’m really proud of the person I’m becoming.
Something about Touya crying when he gets too excited or emotional, and Dabi's tear ducts being burned shut. Something about him burning and burning until there's nothing left. Touya's core is so charred, he doesn't even remember who he was anymore. All that remains is Dabi.
Something about Dabi being so much more expressive after revealing himself. Something about the ice and where it came from, and what that is.
The fire burning him alive, but ice chilling him out from the inside. The fire burning his ice resistant skin. Ultimately they both made Dabi. Because of the fire, he could lash out, and because of the ice he couldn't die.
Just something about it, man.
Once again thinking abt team up missions #16 and how rody was embarrassed about showing up early and too embarrassed to show izuku the group photo because Pino looked so happy. Not to mention him saying that he and Izuku can meet up whenever once he becomes a pilot... rody has the fattest crush EVERR
matchablossom kinda giving Italian flag
Oughhhh this song is so them
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
She’s a simple girl with a simple needs
Feelings tonight
the pipeline of fixating over some thingy