Playing with Fire Background Info: Mrs. SoursMore Like This
"Playing with Fire" - Mrs. Sours
A teacher that holds as much hatred and evil as she does beauty, Mrs. Sours is one of the most heartless characters you'll see in both the Invader Zim universe as well as the "Playing with Fire" universe I have created. She teaches a history class full of highskool Juniors, and both Dib and Zim have to endure the horrors of her seemingless harmless lectures.
But what makes this woman so horrible, even more horrible than Ms. Bitters? Mrs. Sours is young, gorgeous, intelligent, graceful, and passionate, so why is her heart so black? Some of the students who have been or currently are in her class have come u
ZADR Orange Chapter 144More Like This
Too far lost to be calmed by Zim’s words in that moment, Dib sent the Irken an all too doubtful look before breathing out shakily. “Then why is this so hard...?” he returned his face to his arms, huddling in on himself in the bed.
“I wouldn't imagine it being easy, Dib...”
“But at least you've imagined it. You've imagined them and what you'd plan on doing with them someday. But me...I CAN'T seem to imagine it, ANYTHING about all this. I don't even know what I'd do with three smeets when they get here.”
“Then you won’t be disappointed if they can't do what you imagined!”
Frequently Asked QuestionsI get asked many questions and it can be hard for me to answer them all, so I have compiled a list of questions which I'm often asked in the hope it is of interest to some of youMore Like This
Where did you learn?
I've taught myself. My Secondary (High) School art teacher told me 'cartoon are not art' and so I had no interest in perusing 'art' classes any further. At about 13 I began to draw every day, less studying, more drawing what came to mind, creating characters and worlds and getting my thoughts and feeling onto paper.
I joined deviantART at 15, and the feedback and critique I've gained through sharing my art online has helped a lot in my improvement. I wasn't born with a 'gift', unless you count functioning hands, I learned through practice. I am nowhere near finished my learning (and never will be) though now I
PruCan // DaybreakHe yawned widely, the sound of the old stairway creaking in greeting as he thumped downstairs, off on a mission to conquer the kitchen and shoot some caffeine through his veins. The morning drafts were ever present in the small house, but it was easy enough to fend the cold off with a warm jacket and mismatched socks.More Like This
The patchwork of their life could be seen along the hallways, snapshots of memories and sepia tone love portrayed in frames that hung off the warm-colored walls. He liked it like this. The photos stood as evidence that they had found happiness, a simple feat that he treasured. Many spent their lives searching for the same thing