Felt like drawing Trevor after a while… and specifically, I was in the mood for his younger, delinquent self again. So just a quick doodle before bed.
That fragile, high-strung tension, like he's desperately brandishing a razor to ward everyone off, mixed with that gloomy lethargy where resignation just follows him everywhere. The fact that both of those feelings actually stem from the same despair of feeling powerless… ugh, he’s just such a compelling character during this period, no matter how many times I look at him.
(Though I get this total dilemma where I feel so bad for him that it's hard to go back and re-read these parts of the original story because it's just too sad.)
On a different note, I've always really admired those high-contrast styles other artists do, with the bold black shadows and everything. It's so cool, so I tried to mimic it a bit. But man, it’s tough.
//And since teenager Trevor didn't think about saying thank you, I'll do it for him. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS MASTERPIECE!!!!❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥🙏🙏❤️🔥🛐❤️🔥🛐❤️🔥🛐🙏❤️🔥🛐🙏🛐❤️🔥🛐🙏🛐❤️🔥🙏🛐❤️🔥🛐🙏🛐❤️🔥🛐❤️🔥❤️🔥🛐❤️🔥🛐🙏🛐❤️🔥❤️🔥🛐
OH MY GOD, IT'S DAMN GREAT.I'm actually just as surprised that someone perceives the teenager Trevor so... like..He looks really cool here (not in a bad way!I'm even glad)
DAMN BRO, HOW DO YOU DRAW WRINKLES SO WELL?, GOD WASH IT OFF.
AAAAAAA THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN SO MUCH FOR THIS DRAWING!!!🛐🛐🛐🛐❤️🔥🛐❤️🔥🛐❤️🔥🙏🛐❤️🔥🛐🙏🙏❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥💓💓💓💖💖💓💖💓💗💗💗💗💕💕💗💗❤️🔥💗💗❤️🔥💕❤️🔥💗❤️🔥💕❤️🔥💕💕❤️🔥💕🙏💕💗🙏💕🙏💗🔥💕🔥💕🔥💗💗🔥💖💖💖
It's hard for me to go back to those parts too, to be honest.And by the way, I also love this contrasting style, it's really hard, but you did a great job!
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I like the thought of them sharing things from their cultures with each other and stuff that they like, but sometimes that gets a bit harder in the food department... Apparently raw giant squid tastes like a mouthful of bleach and black licorice bc of all the ammonia lol rip to Bobby. He didn't want to disappoint his big, beautiful, chesty merman bf tho. But I think next time he'd try preparing more of what he might bring so he CAN try and eat it haha
I'd like to think at some point, Bobby gets to share some cooked and seasoned food with Pietro tho and he'd be like the cat with the watermelon (warning for eating sounds):
Bobby probably brings a full roasted chicken and tells him to watch for the bones and proceeds to watch him crunch it and can't help but gulp a bit at his bone crushing teeth and what he could do with those if he wanted. Maybe a bit scaroused. Sadly even those bigger things aren't much to keep him fed, but he could still at least get a taste. He'd want to try all sorts of things when he gets to be human.
It’s been an hour and a half, and you still cannot get your brain to shut down and fall asleep. You’ve been tossing and turning in bed, trying every position you can possibly think of in the hopes that one of them will be comfortable enough to knock you out. None of them have, and you’re finally at your wits’ end when you hear the telltale thumping of your giant friend’s footsteps. You watch him approach, his eyes locked onto you with amusement.
“I thought you were taking a nap?”
“…I can’t sleep,” you admit.
You watch him bend down to meet you at eye level, folding his arms at the edge of the table your bed sits on and resting his chin on them.
“Hmm, and why do you think that is?” he asks with a glint in his eyes, as if he already knows exactly why you can’t sleep.
You look away in defeat. You’d wanted to see if you could give him a break from holding you all the time, to finally use the bed he’d painstakingly made for you, but your efforts to fall asleep without him have been fruitless.
“I told you it wasn’t going to work.”
You huff in frustration, but it doesn’t last long as his hand reaches toward you, his index extending outward to brush over the top of your head, trailing down the side of your face before tilting your chin up toward him. You feel weak in the knees under his warm gaze.
“I know you think you bother me, but might I remind you that you’re only three and a half inches tall and barely fit in the palm of my hand? It’s really not that hard to take care of you.”
You find yourself cowed as he so intently reminds you of your size difference, looking down meekly when he pulls his hand back and hiding under your blanket. You hear him laugh softly.
“You’re such a dork, c’mere…”
You gasp when you feel his hand gently wrap around you, scooping you up in your blanket and lifting you to his chest.
“You keep focusing on how you think I feel, but you’re not taking the time to consider how I actually feel about this. You’re not a burden, and you need to stop treating yourself like one,” he gently scolds as he tucks you close to him, his thumb stroking over the little bundle in his hands as you continue to hide beneath your blanket.
He slowly walks from the bedroom to the living room, and you feel a moment of vertigo as he lowers himself onto the couch. You feel your weight now resting on his chest as he cuddles you close, holding you over his heart. His chest vibrates deeply as he speaks.
“Now then, do you know how I feel when I get to hold you like this all the time?”
You peek out of the blanket just enough to see his eyes watching you with warmth and love. He smiles as he sees you, and he carefully pulls the blanket back just enough to see you a little bit more. He strokes his thumb across the side of your face.
“I feel whole,” he starts with a smile. “I love holding you. I love the way you perfectly fit in one of my hands, or how small you look when you’re sleeping on my chest. I can’t get enough of it, and it worries me that you think holding you bothers me.”
You hide back under the blanket, feeling embarrassed that you had your thoughts on how he saw your relationship so blatantly incorrect. He takes a deep breath, continuing to idly stroke you as he talks quietly.
“Do you remember the first time we met, and how terrified you were?” he asks fondly.
You nod your head in response.
“Every time I hold you now, it’s a reminder of just how much you trust me, and how honored I am that I’ve earned that trust.”
You think back to that day yourself, having been cornered after what was by far the worst day of your life. You thought that once he found you, that was going to be the end, only to instead be treated not like a thing or a pest, but like the tiny person you are. You were carefully calmed down, scooped off of the floor, cradled in their hands, and he began to slowly coax you out of your survival mindset. Once you learned to trust him, you found out very quickly just how soothing it can be to be held by someone so many times bigger than you when you know you’re safe with them.
Just as you had then, you start to feel sleepy as his warmth surrounds you. His heart beating right beneath his chest lulls you into a state of deep calm. You curl inward, letting his massive hands cradle you as you snuggle up in your blanket, feeling his fingers gently tighten around you, making sure you feel protected and secure.
“I promise you, if you can’t sleep without me, then I’ll make sure you never have to. You just relax and let me take care of you.”
You feel his thumb move, sharply inhaling when you feel it gently resting on the side of your face. He carefully holds your head down, making sure you’re hearing his heartbeat loud and clear. You yawn as you soak in his attention and affection, and soon enough, you find yourself drifting off, feeling less guilty and more satisfied knowing that him holding you brings him so much joy and fulfillment.
You two may be incredibly codependent, but the bond you share is unbreakable. He’s made it clear that he’s not upset by it, and now, neither are you.
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Felt like drawing Trevor after a while… and specifically, I was in the mood for his younger, delinquent self again. So just a quick doodle before bed.
That fragile, high-strung tension, like he's desperately brandishing a razor to ward everyone off, mixed with that gloomy lethargy where resignation just follows him everywhere. The fact that both of those feelings actually stem from the same despair of feeling powerless… ugh, he’s just such a compelling character during this period, no matter how many times I look at him.
(Though I get this total dilemma where I feel so bad for him that it's hard to go back and re-read these parts of the original story because it's just too sad.)
On a different note, I've always really admired those high-contrast styles other artists do, with the bold black shadows and everything. It's so cool, so I tried to mimic it a bit. But man, it’s tough.
yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.
I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.
Sewing "a little bit" is one of the most useful skills you can possibly have proportional to how cheap and easy it is to learn.
So many of the items in our daily lives are sew-able. A simple needle and thread changes the way you think. When an item breaks, you no longer think, "I guess I must buy a new one..." Instead, you think, "I guess I must fix it..."
How many of these everyday items rest for eternity in a landfill, because of a simple break that a needle and thread could have fixed? How many excess items were manufactured to make up for the forgetting of the humble needle and thread...?
It started off as a humble gift and I get a whole comic in return!? Seriously!? I was shook! It took me many joyful hours to process that I could get SO lucky.
At first @ayayayayyayayaya sent me the two comic pages. Once Simon spirals into panic and apologies Bo’s stunned into immediately trying to comfort him.
What started as some fanart turned into a full blown art trade! I had to try to make a comic too!
Guys… that last panel? I drew that left eye of hers like four times. I had to give up before I ruined the page. One day! One day my tablet will rise and symmetry will be easier to achieve.
Anyway, afterward (because Aya is so generous) you see Simon try to get it together and part with Bo with kinder words and good intentions. Once Bo makes it outside she just needs a minute to come to terms with the events that -in her mind- she should not have survived at all. Her parents taught her that beans kill on contact. Not only that but could you imagine being with such an emotional roller coaster of a giant?
See? She’s fine!
Sorry about all the different lighting. Obviously I’m playing with filters to make everything easier to see. My house if full of yellow low level lighting lol, I live in a dark little hobbit hole.
But that’s it! The end of Bo’s adventure that day but not her racing thoughts.
This whole experience was such a profound joy to be a part of. I’m glad I gave them the first picture.
“i want gt fearplay with my blorbo” “i want gt fluff with my blorbo” well i want him to cup tiny me in his balled up hand and spin his arm around a buncha times and then throw me as hard and far as he can. into the sun. we are not the same. you want fluff. i want him to throw me into the sun.
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Giant playfully cooing over a tiny with condescension laced in their tone, before breaking character and bursting into a fit of laughter. Or even just a snort or giggle. Pinching the tiny’s arm between their fingers, face all serious and locked onto them. “Oh, aren’t you just the cutest little thing… so teeny tiny… such itty bitty little arms, awww…” and then immediately breaking into a grin and laughing. The tiny can feel the vibration of it. The giant is unable to hold up their façade despite the sentiment being true. Near the end of their cooing phrase of endearment, the corners of their lips twitch as they try holding their laugh back, and inevitably fail. Needing a second to catch their breath before scooping the tiny up. “But you are super cute.”
Tiny is picked up via thumb and forefinger and as they’re suddenly lifted THEIR LEGS GIVE A FEW LITTLE REFLEXIVE KICKS AT THE SHOCK OF BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM THE GROUND. The giant chuckles in response and sets them wherever they intended to put them to begin with.
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