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I was inspired to make this by this video: youtu.be/N1X_i_VC0p4 and my hair isn't dyed in real life, but this is meant to be an older version of myself, and I'm hoping to get my hair dyed this way in a couple of years' time. Also, this is the first time I've actually drawn the present day version of my main villain OC Martin Keates in... ever!

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"Alright, 30 seconds on the clock. She adds the shading. Is it gonna work? She doesn't know. The shading renders and... it works!" Jenny sat at her computer desk in her office at the university she worked at and said this to herself in 3rd person perspective as she worked on the final frame for an animation she was making. "The last frame is complete and the animation runs smoothly! The crowd goes wild! 'Pix-ar! Pix-ar! Pix-ar!'" She got up from her desk chair and swung her arms in the air triumphantly. Her job was working on new animations and artwork in cartoon/anime style and every so often teaching art.

"Morning." Came a voice from behind her, causing her to very nearly leap out of her skin. She stopped chanting dramatically and turned around to see none other than Martin Keates, a physicist who, like her, worked at the university. She and him had had quite a few disagreements and arguments in the past, and he was known to some people for his view on ethics in his work sometimes being questionable at best.

"Oh. Hey Keates. What's up?" She said, embarrassed as he'd obviously been standing there for the last minute.

"The board of university directors told me that apparently they've temporarily cut off the funding for your office."

"What? Why?" Jenny stiffened up slightly.

"They just said something about having lost a lot of money recently and having to cut off the funding for your own office for a couple of months. And the thing is they want you to work in my office in the meantime."

She groaned in despair at this part. "Great." Because of their arguments they'd had before, she knew full well that Martin was difficult to work with, especially for her.

"Look, I don't like this any more than you do. But we've got no choice, so suck it up and deal with it. You start working in my office tomorrow." Keates told her coldly and bluntly before turning on his heel and leaving the room with such grace that he could easily be a ninja instead of a physicist.

"Wow. Uncivil..." The icy blue-eyed woman remarked after he'd left.

"I heard that! You need to wait at least until I'm out of earshot!" He yelled back as his voice grew more and more faint with every step he took down the corridor.

"Come on, you're being unreasonable about this!" She protested to him only 4 days later while they walked down the halls towards their office, keeping as much distance as possible between each other but close enough to converse. "Why can't I have a desk?"

"We don't need desks." Was his answer.

"Well you have a desk!"

"Correct."

"But I can't have one?" She double-checked.

"Also correct."

"Why can't she have a desk, Keates?" Asked Rod "Torque" Redline as he moved some stray locks of his jet black hair out of his face, who was right behind them on his way to his own office.

"Oh good lord will this day ever end..." The physicist sighed in annoyance. "As I've explained repeatedly to your friend here, whose ability to comprehend my American idioms fails her when it's convenient, there's just no money left in my budget for additional office furnature."

"Oh, right, but there's enough money for a marshmallow-shooting rifle and an executive ant farm with glow-in-the-dark sand?" Jenny raised her eyebrows sceptically. Over the last few days she'd seen what he kept in his office.

"Yes."

"Well what if she buys her own desk?" Suggested Finn McMissile. He was walking next to Rod.

"Yeah! What if I do that?"

Keates scoffed. "That's ridiculous."

"Why?" Said Finn.

"Because..." He began to say in reply, but Martin was stuck for a plausable answer that he could get away with saying out loud. "...Because... it's my office."

"Seriously?" Commented Rod at this.

"Alright, fine! She can buy her own desk!" He snapped and threw his arms into the air in exasperation and finally admitted defeat.

Then it was 2 days later when Martin Keates went to enter his and Jenny's office, but when he tried to open the door, he found its path half blocked, so something was obviously in the way of the door. It took a moment despite him having a rather slender build, but he finally managed to squeeze himself through the door to see what was blocking it: a very large desk. And sat behind it was Jenny, reading a manga book while propping her feet up on the aforementioned desk. When she saw him enter, she gave him a grin whilst he just stood there, staring at the size of her desk. It was even bigger than his!

"What? You said I could buy a desk." Jenny shrugged simply when she saw his facial expression.

"This isn't a desk! This is a Brobdingnagian monstrosity!" Martin argued and motioned at it.

"Is that basically one of your American idioms for 'giant big-ass desk'?"

"It's actually British, F.Y.I. I'm surprised you didn't know about it." He corrected. "But how did you get it in here in the first place? I mean look at it! It's way too big for the door!"

"That's for me and the delivery men to know and for you to find out."

"Fine. You've made your point. Very damn funny, now get it out." Keates ordered, then pointed at the door.

"No." She shook her head in defiance.

"Yes."
"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"Martin, I'm perfectly happy to argue with you like this all day, you know."

"Why do you even want this desk here?!" He yelled angrily, but she was barely fazed by this and didn't look up from her manga. "Its size is completely disproportionate to its purpose!"

"Well, since its purpose is to irritate you, I'd say it's the perfect size!" Jenny looked up now and grinned again. He deserved every bit of this.

"Alright, I see what's going on here." Growled Keates. "This is the opening salvo in what's gonna be an escalating series of childish tit-for-tat exchanges. So you'd better stand by for my upcoming tat, Jennifer!" And he turned around to leave their office.

The very next day, a week into Jenny and Martin sharing a workspace, Ludwig Beilschmidt and his brother Gilbert were walking together down the corridor to their own workspace when suddenly, they heard a commotion coming from Keates and Jen's office, although it was muffled because of the door.

"Hand over the computer, Jennifer!"

"No! You spent hours on it this morning googling all the different ways to inject chemicals into things! And anyway, don't you have your own laptop or something?!"

"Wether or not I own a laptop is irrelevant!"

"You own one. I can tell. You're just using the PC in this office to annoy me! You know how much I rely on it for my art!"

"Also irrelevant! You got that giant desk yesterday to get to me!"

"Yeah well you deserve it, you borderline sociopathic git! Wait, I'm wrong, you're not 'borderline' sociopathic, you're looking at the borderline in the bloody rear view mirror!"

"You goddamn pest! You don't know when to quit, do ya?!" Then there was a second whilst there were sounds of movement.

"Get off me! Let go, you twit! NO!" Jenny's shouting was louder than it had been so far, and then there was the sound of someone getting hit in the face at the same time Keates yelped in pain.

"You kicked me in the jaw! You ACTUALLY kicked me in the face!" He screamed. Clearly their squabbling had reached a whole new level.

"Like I said, you deserve it, with all the stuff you've done in the last few days and in the past just to annoy the hell out of me, and for grabbing me by my shirt just now!"

"That's IT! Prepare for MARSHMALLOW DEATH!" Martin bellowed at the very top of his voice, and it was at that moment that Ludwig and Gilbert opened the office door to see him shooting at Jenny from across the room with his marshmallow-shooting rifle, and she retaliated by firing at him with a Nerf gun she kept in the desk drawer. They were both yelling things at each other during this, but what they were saying overlapped and they couldn't hear a word.

The Beilschmidt brothers' eyes widened, and Ludwig slowly closed the door again, leaving the pair alone in their Nerf-marshmallow battle.

"God, what's that awful smell?" Jason Peugot muttered to himself only a couple of hours later that same afternoon in the corridor. There was something in the air that smelled like a mixture of metal, rubber and vinegar, and it seemed to be amanating from the office of Jenny and Keates, who came out of his office after Jason knocked on the door. Martin was wearing what appeared to be a gas mask over his face, undoubtedly to block out the smell.

"Yes?" He asked. His voice was muffled because of the mask.

"What the hell are you doing in there, Martin?" Said Peugot, covering his own mouth and nose with his hand.

"I'm making hydrogen sulphide and ammonia gas." Replied Keates. "Just a little experiement, and also a method pest control..." He hissed this last part with particular disdain and glanced back into the office.

"It's not gonna work, you know!" Called back the voice of Jenny. "I can take a little stench!"

"Let's see how long you hold out then, my dear." He put his fingers together and told her calmly and sinisterly, grinning behind the mask.

"Well I'll see how your noxious gas hold up against my cinnamon/apple-scented candles!"

"Wait, didn't you say you were making hydrogen sulphide gas?" Said Peugot.

"Yes." Nodded Martin.

"Isn't that flammable?" His friend added worriedly as Jenny said she had candles in there.

"Highly." He looked smug for just a moment, but then the hazel-eyed man realised his mistake and what was about to happen, and put his hand on the side of his head. "Oh dear..."

Before they could stop her, however, Jenny hadn't heard this and didn't know it because she wasn't a scientist, and so as she lit one of her candles, there was a brief flash of white and a noise that sounded like a mini explosion in the office, and she emerged only 2 seconds later, her hair stood up on end and smoking at the tips, and her face was somewhat black.

"This is NOT over." She told Keates, then proceeded to walk off.

Description

I was inspired to make this by this video: youtu.be/N1X_i_VC0p4 and my hair isn't dyed in real life, but this is meant to be an older version of myself, and I'm hoping to get my hair dyed this way in a couple of years' time. Also, this is the first time I've actually drawn the present day version of my main villain OC Martin Keates in... ever!

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"Alright, 30 seconds on the clock. She adds the shading. Is it gonna work? She doesn't know. The shading renders and... it works!" Jenny sat at her computer desk in her office at the university she worked at and said this to herself in 3rd person perspective as she worked on the final frame for an animation she was making. "The last frame is complete and the animation runs smoothly! The crowd goes wild! 'Pix-ar! Pix-ar! Pix-ar!'" She got up from her desk chair and swung her arms in the air triumphantly. Her job was working on new animations and artwork in cartoon/anime style and every so often teaching art.

"Morning." Came a voice from behind her, causing her to very nearly leap out of her skin. She stopped chanting dramatically and turned around to see none other than Martin Keates, a physicist who, like her, worked at the university. She and him had had quite a few disagreements and arguments in the past, and he was known to some people for his view on ethics in his work sometimes being questionable at best.

"Oh. Hey Keates. What's up?" She said, embarrassed as he'd obviously been standing there for the last minute.

"The board of university directors told me that apparently they've temporarily cut off the funding for your office."

"What? Why?" Jenny stiffened up slightly.

"They just said something about having lost a lot of money recently and having to cut off the funding for your own office for a couple of months. And the thing is they want you to work in my office in the meantime."

She groaned in despair at this part. "Great." Because of their arguments they'd had before, she knew full well that Martin was difficult to work with, especially for her.

"Look, I don't like this any more than you do. But we've got no choice, so suck it up and deal with it. You start working in my office tomorrow." Keates told her coldly and bluntly before turning on his heel and leaving the room with such grace that he could easily be a ninja instead of a physicist.

"Wow. Uncivil..." The icy blue-eyed woman remarked after he'd left.

"I heard that! You need to wait at least until I'm out of earshot!" He yelled back as his voice grew more and more faint with every step he took down the corridor.

"Come on, you're being unreasonable about this!" She protested to him only 4 days later while they walked down the halls towards their office, keeping as much distance as possible between each other but close enough to converse. "Why can't I have a desk?"

"We don't need desks." Was his answer.

"Well you have a desk!"

"Correct."

"But I can't have one?" She double-checked.

"Also correct."

"Why can't she have a desk, Keates?" Asked Rod "Torque" Redline as he moved some stray locks of his jet black hair out of his face, who was right behind them on his way to his own office.

"Oh good lord will this day ever end..." The physicist sighed in annoyance. "As I've explained repeatedly to your friend here, whose ability to comprehend my American idioms fails her when it's convenient, there's just no money left in my budget for additional office furnature."

"Oh, right, but there's enough money for a marshmallow-shooting rifle and an executive ant farm with glow-in-the-dark sand?" Jenny raised her eyebrows sceptically. Over the last few days she'd seen what he kept in his office.

"Yes."

"Well what if she buys her own desk?" Suggested Finn McMissile. He was walking next to Rod.

"Yeah! What if I do that?"

Keates scoffed. "That's ridiculous."

"Why?" Said Finn.

"Because..." He began to say in reply, but Martin was stuck for a plausable answer that he could get away with saying out loud. "...Because... it's my office."

"Seriously?" Commented Rod at this.

"Alright, fine! She can buy her own desk!" He snapped and threw his arms into the air in exasperation and finally admitted defeat.

Then it was 2 days later when Martin Keates went to enter his and Jenny's office, but when he tried to open the door, he found its path half blocked, so something was obviously in the way of the door. It took a moment despite him having a rather slender build, but he finally managed to squeeze himself through the door to see what was blocking it: a very large desk. And sat behind it was Jenny, reading a manga book while propping her feet up on the aforementioned desk. When she saw him enter, she gave him a grin whilst he just stood there, staring at the size of her desk. It was even bigger than his!

"What? You said I could buy a desk." Jenny shrugged simply when she saw his facial expression.

"This isn't a desk! This is a Brobdingnagian monstrosity!" Martin argued and motioned at it.

"Is that basically one of your American idioms for 'giant big-ass desk'?"

"It's actually British, F.Y.I. I'm surprised you didn't know about it." He corrected. "But how did you get it in here in the first place? I mean look at it! It's way too big for the door!"

"That's for me and the delivery men to know and for you to find out."

"Fine. You've made your point. Very damn funny, now get it out." Keates ordered, then pointed at the door.

"No." She shook her head in defiance.

"Yes."
"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"Martin, I'm perfectly happy to argue with you like this all day, you know."

"Why do you even want this desk here?!" He yelled angrily, but she was barely fazed by this and didn't look up from her manga. "Its size is completely disproportionate to its purpose!"

"Well, since its purpose is to irritate you, I'd say it's the perfect size!" Jenny looked up now and grinned again. He deserved every bit of this.

"Alright, I see what's going on here." Growled Keates. "This is the opening salvo in what's gonna be an escalating series of childish tit-for-tat exchanges. So you'd better stand by for my upcoming tat, Jennifer!" And he turned around to leave their office.

The very next day, a week into Jenny and Martin sharing a workspace, Ludwig Beilschmidt and his brother Gilbert were walking together down the corridor to their own workspace when suddenly, they heard a commotion coming from Keates and Jen's office, although it was muffled because of the door.

"Hand over the computer, Jennifer!"

"No! You spent hours on it this morning googling all the different ways to inject chemicals into things! And anyway, don't you have your own laptop or something?!"

"Wether or not I own a laptop is irrelevant!"

"You own one. I can tell. You're just using the PC in this office to annoy me! You know how much I rely on it for my art!"

"Also irrelevant! You got that giant desk yesterday to get to me!"

"Yeah well you deserve it, you borderline sociopathic git! Wait, I'm wrong, you're not 'borderline' sociopathic, you're looking at the borderline in the bloody rear view mirror!"

"You goddamn pest! You don't know when to quit, do ya?!" Then there was a second whilst there were sounds of movement.

"Get off me! Let go, you twit! NO!" Jenny's shouting was louder than it had been so far, and then there was the sound of someone getting hit in the face at the same time Keates yelped in pain.

"You kicked me in the jaw! You ACTUALLY kicked me in the face!" He screamed. Clearly their squabbling had reached a whole new level.

"Like I said, you deserve it, with all the stuff you've done in the last few days and in the past just to annoy the hell out of me, and for grabbing me by my shirt just now!"

"That's IT! Prepare for MARSHMALLOW DEATH!" Martin bellowed at the very top of his voice, and it was at that moment that Ludwig and Gilbert opened the office door to see him shooting at Jenny from across the room with his marshmallow-shooting rifle, and she retaliated by firing at him with a Nerf gun she kept in the desk drawer. They were both yelling things at each other during this, but what they were saying overlapped and they couldn't hear a word.

The Beilschmidt brothers' eyes widened, and Ludwig slowly closed the door again, leaving the pair alone in their Nerf-marshmallow battle.

"God, what's that awful smell?" Jason Peugot muttered to himself only a couple of hours later that same afternoon in the corridor. There was something in the air that smelled like a mixture of metal, rubber and vinegar, and it seemed to be amanating from the office of Jenny and Keates, who came out of his office after Jason knocked on the door. Martin was wearing what appeared to be a gas mask over his face, undoubtedly to block out the smell.

"Yes?" He asked. His voice was muffled because of the mask.

"What the hell are you doing in there, Martin?" Said Peugot, covering his own mouth and nose with his hand.

"I'm making hydrogen sulphide and ammonia gas." Replied Keates. "Just a little experiement, and also a method pest control..." He hissed this last part with particular disdain and glanced back into the office.

"It's not gonna work, you know!" Called back the voice of Jenny. "I can take a little stench!"

"Let's see how long you hold out then, my dear." He put his fingers together and told her calmly and sinisterly, grinning behind the mask.

"Well I'll see how your noxious gas hold up against my cinnamon/apple-scented candles!"

"Wait, didn't you say you were making hydrogen sulphide gas?" Said Peugot.

"Yes." Nodded Martin.

"Isn't that flammable?" His friend added worriedly as Jenny said she had candles in there.

"Highly." He looked smug for just a moment, but then the hazel-eyed man realised his mistake and what was about to happen, and put his hand on the side of his head. "Oh dear..."

Before they could stop her, however, Jenny hadn't heard this and didn't know it because she wasn't a scientist, and so as she lit one of her candles, there was a brief flash of white and a noise that sounded like a mini explosion in the office, and she emerged only 2 seconds later, her hair stood up on end and smoking at the tips, and her face was somewhat black.

"This is NOT over." She told Keates, then proceeded to walk off.