Ahh I’m so happy you think i’m good enough artist to ask for some tutorial, thaank youuu!!
Usually I just draw from my own hand when i don’t...
In case anyone needs some cheering up at the moment.
You’re so great
- Do not forget Michael Brown
- Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
- Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
- Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
- Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $200,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
- Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
- Do not forget Ferguson
Just a casual reminder that when Winry was eleven, her two closest friends appeared at her doorstep in the rain - one no longer in possession of a human body, just an empty suit of armor where a child once was, on his knees, begging for help with a mouth that couldn’t move; the other unconscious, covered in blood, and not as whole as he used to be.
Just a casual reminder that Winry had to be strong enough to save her friend from dying, to stomach the blood, the gore, and the absolute horror she must have felt and try to save his life. To perform emergency surgery on someone she deeply cared about, someone way too small to be covered in so much blood. To realize that he very well may die, and it was her job to make sure that he wouldn’t.
Just a casual reminder that while those boys recovered, it was Winry who had to be their emotional support. Winry had to comfort them in whatever way would get through, to give them the strength to walk, the peace of mind and heart to move forward, and the knowledge that they were more the sum of their mistakes. Winry was the one who had to ensure that the boys wouldn’t spiral into a void of depression. Winry had to be their rock.
Just a casual reminder that Winry did all this at eleven.
What a coincidence to read this right now, as my sister just published a horribly heart wrenching fic of that night in Winry’s point of view…
Summary: ’“Dammit,” He growled, his voice low and menacing. “You can’t do this. You can’t take her! You’ve already taken too much, you bastard! JUST GIVE HER BACK TO ME!”’ In returning home from Central, Winry is not waiting for Edward the way he expects. Post-manga.
Chapter 1 of 2.