Starting high school can be a time of rough transition. New places, new routines, new faces. One thing that doesn't change? The petty drama. Teenagers can be nasty little people, and teenage girls in a clique doubly so. And if you're different? Tripply so. Seems Alyssa, in her attempts to just be herself, has run afoul of the local mean girls club. Though she might put on a bright, brave face at school, home is a different story. Home is where she's truely safe to be herself, to be loved and supported. Where she can truely show her emotions. Rorick knows he needs to put on a kind face right now. She needs a shoulder to cry on, someone to vent to, and dad is just the person. As a father though, Rorick is seething inside. His little girl is hurt, and he'll find a way to even the debt.
Not everything in Rorick and Alyssa's world is sunshine and rainbows. I try to make it as real as I can, and that means there are times where bad things happen. Most of the time, I jot it down as a plot point or something in the background to explain how this world turns and how my characters act and react to it. Other times, like now, I make an art idea out of it. I love "slice of life" pieces, the good and the bad, because it gives a glimpse into another world. Don't worry though. I may have other ideas like this in the queue, they're far and few between. We'll be back to our regularlly scheduled antics in about.... two minutes. ;)
Aw, poor Alyssa. Being a teen is tough enough without people bringing drama into it, and high school can be really miserable for some. Fortunately, it's a fleeting time in your life that's over before you know it, even if it might not seem like it when you're in the middle of everything. And she's really lucky to have a dad who cares about her and wants to keep her safe and happy, too.
I completely agree with what you said on slice of life images like this. It's nice to get a glimpse into the world people have built for their characters, and seeing the rough times as well as the good ones helps round out both world and characters. It's an approach that, I think, makes your characters so much more interesting and fun. Even if all I wanna do is hug the poor girl right now.
Aw, poor Alyssa. Being a teen is tough enough without people bringing drama into it, and high school
I'm glad I was pretty much left alone in high school. First bit of middle school is where my fun was. To this day, I'm honestly not sure if pulling me out of public school for the remainder of my grade 7 and 8 stints was a blessing or a curse, but it got me away from the little shits there at least. :P I digress though. Alyssa indeed has a wonderful support system and, as shown in other pieces, goes on to have a great life ahead of her, even if it isn't all rose-colored glasses all the time.
I honestly think the fandom needs more slice of life in it. Don't get me wrong, I like the one-offs and the smut as much as the next guy, but I enjoy a story so much more. I connect to characters that have a role, a place in a world to play, hence why I have a niche for all my characters. Heck, it's why I have so many characters. Hard to have a vibrant world if there's only one person in it, no? All that lends to slice of life ideas. And Alyssa will take that hug now. Lord knows she needs it.
I'm glad I was pretty much left alone in high school. First bit of middle school is where my fun was
Awh, this is such a sweet picture despite the Gloomy circumstance it's set in. I just wanna hold her and comfort the gal.
But on a real note, I can 100% Relate, I pretty much went through all of Highschool alone, the outcast and so on. Yeah I had friends but I quickly learned who was fake and who was legit, only a handful were legit. I was constantly put down and harassed, hell some of my teachers even loathed me leaving me with very few people to turn to. In ROTC, the football boys were forced into that and they were especially nasty and stuck with their clique. While we're standing in formation, I'm standing RIGHT in front of my Gunnery Sergeant and one of the football kids who constantly harassed me continued his shit and I turned without warning to clock him in the face knocking him on his ass. I never let the bullying and harassment get to me but there comes a boiling point. Come my Junior year, me and that kid respect one another after that but the football team still harasses the shit out of me Minus the kid I decked. So this is about three years of pent up anger, sadness, loneliness and bullying at this point and it's the end of the year, I moved all my work onto a device rather than my books, projects, papers, everything. Some kid decided it would be funny to throw a SOLID STEEL MASTERLOCK 20ft above my head at the Gym room glass. It landed right on my hand and shattered my tablet, making me lose every bit of work. I fucking SNAPPED, nearly 4 years of bullshit had me at my absolute limit at that point and I sent the entire school into lockdown due to my mental episode in front of everyone. Little did I know, a video was taken and... well that floated around. Bullying never really got to me on its own, I never really cried over it but little did I know it was gonna follow me outside of highschool cause of that video, costing me 5 jobs I applied too cause that video SPREAD across where I lived, and they thought I was mentally unstable, not caring it was just the result of years of bullying/harrassment. Teenagers are fucking horrible and don't realize what they do affects others, I don't advocate for safe spaces or anything and hold the firm belief that those who can endure it come out stronger in the end, but... sometimes a shoulder to cry on can prevent such a horrible buildup of emotions, and that's something I never had. Keep up the good work, I'd like to see more sentimental and personal pieces like this, as much as I love the smut, stuff like this is a nice change of pace from time to time.
Awh, this is such a sweet picture despite the Gloomy circumstance it's set in. I just wanna hold her
This...this....this really reminds me about myself...even to this day, I feel like I have to hide my feelings in order for everything to be okay. In my head I would just yell at myself again and again, but nobody on the outside would ever see the pain, the regret, the fears and other things. I constantly tell others how everything is good and fine, but inside, I am very broken, very flawed, very scared of what others think of me.
Good pic.
This...this....this really reminds me about myself...even to this day, I feel like I have to hide my
