AA's Tumblr
Hey AA, when's your birthday? d/m/y please.
Anonymous

06/7/1989

…And now I sit back and wonder what’s going to happen now that you have this information.

are you still doing number thing? if so, C
Anonymous

C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.

Weaver, GR, LK, Cosmo, ReiDuran, Leceiju, QueenCold, Aspirant, Rose, Blazang, Dooks, Elslowmo - anyone in the Skype chats, really, including a number of people I haven’t named.

They’re a great bunch who give me something to aspire to, and even occasionally humor me - or even join in - when I get a dumb idea stuck in my head and have to tell it to someone.

F, J, Y

F. MY FAVOURITE MOVIE.

Too many to pick from, but Star Wars was certainly a big one - I liked the grand scale of the story, the designs of the settings and ships, and especially the soundtrack and sound design; I even liked the prequels, right up until I started actually looking at the plot and realizing how little sense it made compared to the original trilogy.

J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.

I want to tell stories. As an animator, a comic artist, writer - whatever. Just stories.

Y. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE.

I did. I kinda wish I hadn’t, because it just seems like I spent a shitton of money to learn I was supposed to be studying all of this myself.

But then again, maybe that’s because I got suckered into going to a Commercial Art Diploma Mill, despite being an awful student.

Also I wanted to learn Flash and they completely blew it off, in favor of jamming 3DCG down our throats, in which I had zero interest and zero ability.

Give me the letter D

D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.

My parents’ divorce.

I was just getting out of the third grade when they sat us down and told us what was going on. Shortly after, I learned we would be moving to Virginia while my mother took an assignment from work, and my father would be moving to Illinois.

The year that followed was painful and difficult for everyone involved. I was a fat, awkward kid with no social skills and no guidance, who was completely overwhelmed with all these changes that were being unrelentingly fired right into his teeth one after the other after the other, and I had very few friends at my new school.

Most of that time was spent retreating into comic strip collections, Pokemon, Legend of Zelda, Mystical Ninja and other video games we rented from Blockbuster, and wanting things to go back to the way they had been.

I struggled at school, and couldn’t really fit in, having no filter between my brain and mouth, and no desire to be around these unfamiliar faces. I remember the magnet school we went to was this huge, huge building - enormous compared to the little school we went to before then - and that the 3rd and 4th grade classes were sequestered in trailers on the parking lot; and I felt rather betrayed by that, as if we were being shut away, unwelcome to join the rest of the school; just, unwelcome. But then again, maybe that was just me.

Very little else from that year stands out to me; besides being able to actually visit Mom’s side of the family, who are mostly on the East coast; aunts and cousins I didn’t know I had; having a “mentor” from Freddie Mac who would come by and talk with me, who I remember very fondly as a source of comfort and support; my Mom picking us up from school one day and halting a petty sibling argument in its tracks with the news our grandfather had just died; a funeral; going to a Frozen Custard stand in Maryland on Sundays when the weather was nice; staying over at a friend’s house for the first time and watching Buckaroo Banzai while his dad played the didgeridoo and showed us his assortment of musical paraphernalia.

But throughout that time, we heard very little from my father, aside from the occasional phonecall, and I wasn’t allowed to call anyone back home, because it would be long-distance, and therefore too expensive.

About a year later, however, we ended up moving back to our home state, but not, as I had hoped, back home. Again, a new school, again, new classmates, and again, a slew of academic struggles. Before that, however, we would spend the summer with our father and our new stepmother.

According to my mother, shortly after my brother and I came home (my sister had gone home a few weeks earlier due to some sort of trouble between her and my father), I started crying.

And kept crying for several hours - like I just couldn’t stop.

It got to the point where she was going to take me to the emergency room, when it finally let up.

Me and my brother were very close to our father when we were kids, and I think part of me realized that I was never going to have that again, and that was the last straw that made me let out everything I’d spent the last year and a half bottling up.

It took a while before I was able to start moving past it, and it still sometimes feels like much of my life and the way I think was defined by that time.

Various requests and doodles.

The Knight and The Fawn. The little guy can be a handful sometimes.

I’m gonna try and dump some of the stuff I’ve drawn since I last updated my Tumblr with actual art.

First up, a satyr I drew because everyone else was doing it and I thought it’d be fun.

I call him Sterling. Here he is with GR's satyr Hope.

send me a letter
A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.
B. FAVORITE BAND.
C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.
D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.
E. MY BEST FRIEND.
F. MY FAVOURITE MOVIE.
G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
H. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?
I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?
J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.
K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.
L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.
M. VIRGIN OR NOT?
N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?
O. MY EYE COLOUR.
P. WHY I HATE SCHOOL.
Q. RELATIONSHIP STATUS AS OF RIGHT NOW.
R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.
S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.
T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.
U. WHERE I WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW.
V. LAST TIME I CRIED.
W. CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO.
X. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF (…)?
Y. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE.
Z. HOW ARE YOU?

askafillyscout:

…Maybe it’s something in Germane.

They have lots of words for things.

Maud Pie is actually kinda badass, isn’t she?