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Hi everyone!
After a while of not posting Journals (mostly because, looking back, they were EXTREMELY whiny), I've decided to write a little something. In case anyone was wondering how I was doing. And now that I'm turning 28 and closing in on the dreaded thirties, why not?
In the two years that have passed since the last time I wrote, I went through... stuff. I wouldn't say that it's been a lot, since there are others that have it far worse than my fairly shelthered and relatively easy life, but... well, I went through some shit. I lost both grandfathers, I lost one of my two physical friends, I've noticed things that I was too naive or oblivious to notice in the people around me, I dropped out of school, and I found it all actually very humbling. I came to realize how loved I am, if nothing else, by my family, and while I still think I haven't earned a drop of that love, at least now I'm trying to be worthy of it.
For that matter, I still have cripplingly low self-esteem, I'm still very socially awkward and I'm probably more scared of women than I've ever been. But life isn't all that bad. I no longer have the thoughts of ending my life as I occasionally had. I've come to think of life as a very precious thing that should be enjoyed to its fullest, with the bad days and the bright ones, the moments of wrath, sadness, angst, joy, love, and silliness. While I still complain a lot, and about a lot of very petty things, in these years I have gained a bit of insight, and I realize they are petty reasons to be complaining. So I try to complain a little bit less, be more tolerant, be more helpful. It may not be a big difference yet, but I've also realized that expecting huge changes is an excellent way to drain yourself of all willpower. Just take baby steps, put one feet before the other, even if it's not a big difference, it's still something that starts changing the way you live.
As of now, I'm trying to get my shit back together, I've re-enrolled in college, I'm asking for (and taking, in the next weeks) professional help, and... I think it's working. I'm still a very messy human being, but I'm trying to polish those rough edges. And I know I'm not alone. Even if all of the previous text sounds like I'm being whiny and complaining, I assure you I'm not. All of what happened was either the result of my own actions or caused by circumstances way beyond my control. Assuming that led me to believe that the one thing I can control is how I react. I can choose to be mopey and sad and lazy or... I can choose to do something to fix it, or do nothing and keep going, whichever fits better the case. And...  I've made my choice.
I have a lot of people outside the web to thank for that, but also I want to thank all of you for sticking around. Those who read and take the time to post a comment, those who just read, those who don't care about the journals and just are here for the drawings. All of you. You are wonderful and have played a part in making me the person that I am. I am not done yet, but I believe I can be better. I believe I am getting better. And you deserve to be thanked for your part in it.
And... while I may not be the most reliable person, none of you are alone, either.
  • Mood: Emotional
  • Listening to: Mirai - Kalafina
  • Reading: You Are Not Alone - TvTropes
  • Playing: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Spider vs. Hornet by hyphenatedsuperhero
Spider vs. Hornet
Redback swiftly dodges a stab attack from Suzumebachi while preparing her own stab attack with her claws and, with some luck, that'll be enough to put the maniac out of commission.
Aaaand that's pretty much it. I hadn't had much time to draw recently and this is actually a somewhat old drawing (about 2-3 months old, but I hadn't been able to scan it until recently). Hopefully, I'll be getting something done now.
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The girl's heart raced as she approached the clearing. She had been working towards this very moment for weeks and now, finally at hand, she was struggling to contain the excitement and fear that were building up since she had woken that day. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts and peace herself for the task at hand, she hastily fixed the loose hair that fell from her forehead into a simple braid across the side. She sighed. It was the single most important day in her life and she was not to ruin it. Much less because of a distraction as silly as her hair.
She slowed her pace, wary of her every move, of every sound she made, to avoid alerting the huge animal that she could barely glimpse through the dense foliage. She stopped next to a large tree, and as she rested her trainee spear against its massive trunk, she recalled the instructions given to her by the elders and, somewhat against the rules, by her sister. She was to come clean, bearing no smell except her own, so she was forced to sleep on her own, outside the village and she was to fast for the entirety of a day before, to avoid the scent of food that might entice the animal. Now, in the middle of the day, the mix of emotions and hunger tugged her stomach fiercely, but she took a moment to compose herself and moved forward.
Moving aside a large leaf, she now had full view of the clearing, the small stream that crossed it, and her target. The animal, enormous as it was, was still a juvenile, a full five years younger than herself. And yet, it was almost thrice as tall as she was, and five times longer than she was tall. It was drinking peacefully, and before she moved on, she hoped it had already eaten. She only had a small flint knife with her, and she doubted it would do her much good against something that big. The young huntress doubted it would even pierce its thick skin.
Taking a deep breath, she walked towards it. Though it had not detected her at first, she hadn't taken her third step before it suddenly stood up and faced her. It acted a little surprised, clicking its long and thin jaws twice before settling down. Good. At least she hadn't taken it entirely by surprise and so far, things seemed to be going well.
"Don't let your guard down-she heard her sister's voice in her head-, just because things haven't turned bad yet, it doesn't mean it won't kill you at a moment's notice if you make a wrong move."
Birds chirped in the background, breaking the silence, and only then she dared to continue towards the animal, carefully but trying to radiate confidence. She looked at it. With its strange proportions, long tail and neck, a spiked hump on its back and large clawed arms, it wasn't conventionally pretty, but its colors were beautiful. It was a shiny dark green, with a pale underbelly and thick black stripes running down from its very long face to its muscular shoulders, and its mottled throat had a pale red tone that would become much more intense with age. It hissed, and she took the stance the elders taught her, with her arms held high, palms towards the animal, and her face looking down. She knew well what was at stake, the animal was intelligent and it knew humans, a non-aggressive, even submissive stance like that in front of a hungry animal would mean the end of her short life there and then.
The creature gave a deep, booming growl and then the girl felt the putrid stench of a carnivore's breath, mixed with a slight smell of fresh fish. It should have had a meal a few hours before. In her mind, she was a little relieved, at least whether it was hungry or not, it was no longer an issue. She recalled the previous weeks, as she had worked day after day to earn the animal's tolerance, if not its trust, at first with offerings of food and then moving on to showing it a few of the fishing spots she hoped it didn't know of, and finally being able to share the same space with it, without food as a mediating tool. It helped that their kind didn't particularly care for humans and as long as they were left alone, they didn't mind the presence of humans nearby, "nearby" being a relative term.
Then, after receiving no answer, the animal gave a vibrating, reptilian bellow. She was being evaluated, and she knew it. She tried to look at it from the creature's perspective: was she coming as an intruder, a threat, maybe food? This little fragile thing was walking directly towards it and its strange gesture only confused the beast. Now it was the time to state her intentions. She grasped her throat the way she was taught and tried her best to replicate its call, though to her it sounded more like and awkward and protracted burp. In any case, it had produced a reaction; the animal reared its head in apparent surprise, blinked rapidly and then lowered its head, repeating its previous call much lower, both in tone and volume.
For a moment, as she tried to match the sound, she wished she had a boy's naturally lower voice, as it would have made things easier. "At least it's something they are good for", her sister disdainfully observed in her head. She forced herself not to giggle, as she thought of this, and she waited to see the response of her mismatched call.
Now, the large snout was directly in front of her, the stench of fish and putrefaction almost in her face. She heard it puffing loudly, catching as much as it could of her scent. "Yes, this is me, my pure scent, please let the fast and the days without bathing be worth it". It moved its head even closer and, recognizing it as a sign, she acted. Carefully, but firmly, she put her left hand on top of its snout, feeling it strangely similar to a bird's beak, and with great care to avid the small pits on the tip, as she knew that touching these spots gave the animal the instinctive reaction to bite. It reacted almost with pleasure to the touch, humming rhythmically and slightly nuzzling against her hand.
Another sign, she thought, and she pressed her other hand against its snout, and after a pause she began moving it up its large head, avoiding a small horn between the eyes as she worked its way towards the top of its skull and finally resting it against what would be the forehead, between those yellow-red eyes that seemed calm but wouldn't lift their gaze off her. She took a moment to look to the stripes that decorated its face and reassured herself that she knew this one, she had been there when it hatched ten years ago in the depths of the jungle. Her sister and she had risked a lot, and, with luck and disposition on the giant's part, it would have been worth it in a few moments. The animal's skin was slightly bumpy and very dry, but it was warm to the touch. She guessed that below her hand, below the skin and bone, was housed this amazing creature's brain, and she smiled, careful of not showing her teeth.
Then, as if confirming her suspicions, the animal made the next move. It pressed its head against hers, forehead to forehead. Its length was such that it ran from her forehead to her groin, and she suddenly thanked that she wasn't passing through the bleeding days, the scent of blood would surely have changed everything, making the animal more excitable, and even aggressive. She recognized this gesture and as she moved her hands to hold its head close to hers, she recited the words that, time and again, had made the unbreakable bond between partners, between human and animal, the wild and the world of man joined in one.
-I am now a part of you, as you are part of me. Now and forever, we are one.
The giant relaxed a bit, and it gave a much lower growl in response.
Then, it lowered its head again, but now parallel to the ground, the neck, normally arched, was now straightened, and the whole of its huge body was now resting on its knuckles as well as its muscular legs. She took a moment to notice that it was now sitting, but in a slightly forced position, and then she realized what it was: an acceptance sign. She had been accepted!
As she sat astride the great creature's shoulders, she leaned forward to whisper:
-I am Itaii, you are the Black Hook, and right now, we have to prove ourselves.
In response, the young King Croc bellowed, and, almost by instinct, she did the same, surprised as she grabbed her throat to imitate the creature's reptilian tone.
The first hunt of bonded partners was the defining moment of their relationship, but little did they know, hearts racing as one as they ventured into the depths of the jungle, how easy it would be compared to the surprises life had in store for them.
Becoming One
Well... here goes nothing.
Thanks to the recently released Jurassic World I started re-reading the original novels, and... well, the way Michael Chrichton does his descriptions really works for me, so, as I was taking a shower I began describing how I think he'd describe a Suchomimus, based on my own depictions of the animal. Aaaand then I began inserting that into a short story (I do a lot of short stories for myself that, since they are spoken instead of written, end up mostly forgotten) aaand... well, I ended up with this. It's the first time I write a story since my old days in middle school where I was forced to write, so... I'm having lots and lots of doubts on the quality of the material. Also, since English is not my native language, there may be grammar mistakes and idiom and  phrase misuses, so be warned. It doesn't help that I don't type so much as slam the keyboard at high speeds.
For context, the girl, Itaii, lives in a world occupied mostly by a supercontinent where humans and dinosaurs coexist, most of the fauna is from the mesozoic period, and dinosaurs are intelligent, semi-sentient species capable of forming quasi-spiritual bonds with humans. The region that her tribe inhabits is mostly like the Amazon basin, but there are lots of different biomes with species from different regions and time periods.
In any case, I'm really really eager to see what you think.
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Every Hero Starts Small... by hyphenatedsuperhero
Every Hero Starts Small...
Um... so I had this sudden burst of inspiration about a teenage (well, more like tween) Redback, from the period when she ran away from home and.. you know, had to draw her and stuff.
To clarify, before joining the Knights, Redback lived with her mother, more or less apart from her father's surviving family and didn't really know much about him. Then, she hit puberty and her powers started to manifest, adn when demanding answers from her mother, and faced with vague or outright evasive answers, she decided she'd find her own answers and ran away from home, traveling for about a year before being found by the now-old Knights and offered to join them and be trained, or do nothing with her powers. In this period she also sought out both former allies and enemies of Weaver, trying to make up her mind about the kind of person her father was and how it affected her newly-awakened abilities.
So... yeah. My brother said she kinda looks like the Runaways' Molly Hayes, only with ridiculous hair instead of silly hats.
Aaaand with this and this now it fills neatly her developmental stages. 
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Hi everyone!
After a while of not posting Journals (mostly because, looking back, they were EXTREMELY whiny), I've decided to write a little something. In case anyone was wondering how I was doing. And now that I'm turning 28 and closing in on the dreaded thirties, why not?
In the two years that have passed since the last time I wrote, I went through... stuff. I wouldn't say that it's been a lot, since there are others that have it far worse than my fairly shelthered and relatively easy life, but... well, I went through some shit. I lost both grandfathers, I lost one of my two physical friends, I've noticed things that I was too naive or oblivious to notice in the people around me, I dropped out of school, and I found it all actually very humbling. I came to realize how loved I am, if nothing else, by my family, and while I still think I haven't earned a drop of that love, at least now I'm trying to be worthy of it.
For that matter, I still have cripplingly low self-esteem, I'm still very socially awkward and I'm probably more scared of women than I've ever been. But life isn't all that bad. I no longer have the thoughts of ending my life as I occasionally had. I've come to think of life as a very precious thing that should be enjoyed to its fullest, with the bad days and the bright ones, the moments of wrath, sadness, angst, joy, love, and silliness. While I still complain a lot, and about a lot of very petty things, in these years I have gained a bit of insight, and I realize they are petty reasons to be complaining. So I try to complain a little bit less, be more tolerant, be more helpful. It may not be a big difference yet, but I've also realized that expecting huge changes is an excellent way to drain yourself of all willpower. Just take baby steps, put one feet before the other, even if it's not a big difference, it's still something that starts changing the way you live.
As of now, I'm trying to get my shit back together, I've re-enrolled in college, I'm asking for (and taking, in the next weeks) professional help, and... I think it's working. I'm still a very messy human being, but I'm trying to polish those rough edges. And I know I'm not alone. Even if all of the previous text sounds like I'm being whiny and complaining, I assure you I'm not. All of what happened was either the result of my own actions or caused by circumstances way beyond my control. Assuming that led me to believe that the one thing I can control is how I react. I can choose to be mopey and sad and lazy or... I can choose to do something to fix it, or do nothing and keep going, whichever fits better the case. And...  I've made my choice.
I have a lot of people outside the web to thank for that, but also I want to thank all of you for sticking around. Those who read and take the time to post a comment, those who just read, those who don't care about the journals and just are here for the drawings. All of you. You are wonderful and have played a part in making me the person that I am. I am not done yet, but I believe I can be better. I believe I am getting better. And you deserve to be thanked for your part in it.
And... while I may not be the most reliable person, none of you are alone, either.
  • Mood: Emotional
  • Listening to: Mirai - Kalafina
  • Reading: You Are Not Alone - TvTropes
  • Playing: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

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Osvaldo Cortés
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Well... First, if you liked my dA home enough to scroll down here, I'd like to thank you for stopping by. I'm just a guy with a huge outer child who enjoys all things silly in life.
Hmph... I guess that's about it.
But thanks for stopping by, anyways, I hope you'll enjoy my little gallery.
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Kenjisama Featured By Owner Edited Jan 28, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday sir~
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hyphenatedsuperhero Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you very much!
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Rufina-Tomoyo Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2016
:iconcakeplz: Feliz cumpleaños :D

Y bueno, te paso el video que me pasaron a mí :)


www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2WMLV…
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hyphenatedsuperhero Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Gracias!
La mejor parte es que salen los Tres Caballeros. Así que diré que fue una excelente elección (eso sonó medio redundante, no?).

www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLvaPw…
Mis ingredientes favoritos son la frambuesa y el queso. En el pastel mencionado, por lo menos.
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Rufina-Tomoyo Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2016
Oh, esa lz anoto para la otra :D
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