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dailyrothko · 16 days
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Mark Rothko, Untitled, No 8, 1964
One of the Black Form Paintings
© Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / ARS, New York
NGA dc
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minthological · 6 months
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hello, fwendy-wends!
i bring you my little painting of wiggog y'wrath because i am. not normal about him. haha
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sketch + alt pics below the cut <3
the one above is before sealant, these ones are ~30 minutes after sealing! also tilted one a little so you can see the shinies better! highlights my beloved 💚
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stoner-prints · 4 months
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Getting better at painting the more I practice ❤️
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littleaipom · 5 months
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That sonic painting i did at the park. still not a huge blue-eyes-super-sonic fan tbh i had to add a brush of red in there.
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avanii · 5 months
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Working on a big, floppy Quilava plush with removable flames! It's not quite lifesize but it should be able to balance over my shoulder just fine :D
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blaiddraws · 1 year
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a fambiley. family. i think once ingo and emmet get their normal forms back. back to being separated to human and pokemon. they've got tiny vestigial traits of dragon forms. ingo has a few tiny black scales. emmet has little white feathers. etc.
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also. w/out background ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Luis Feito, 'Untitled,'
Acrylic On Paper Laid On Canvas,
63 X 85 Cm (24 3/4 X 33 1/2 In.)
Courtesy: Tajan
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feedingicetothedog · 2 months
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god that conversation about louis and the photographs and the way that louis tries to sell it as happenstance or luck, he's just in the right place at the right time, he's just observing, talking like he's henri cartier-bresson and claudia immediately calls out the fact that he's using the mind gift to vet these moments. it's not spontaneous, he read their minds and knew what was gonna happen. it's the illusion of authenticity while not being so far outside the concept that he can still feel like it was random, it had nothing to do w him. her asking "is that how you sell yourself yourself?"
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rabbit-rays · 7 months
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image id: a digital painting of my destiny oc, the wolf at the door, a large creature with a skull-like head and a neck made of winding tendrils. she is leaping into the air as a glowing harpoon pierces her through a glowing gold heart at the center of her chest. behind her head is a black hole, surrounded by glowing orange rays, and below her feet is the traveler, with a large chunk torn out of it and its surface cracking. end id.
best way to kill the unkillable is to tether her to a dead sun
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theboxfort · 8 months
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Set 6-7 years before the present day
Also gave Sword thicker brows because why not? :]
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thebirdarts · 8 months
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Assorted Estinian's drawn from screenshots of the dragoon level 40-50 quests. [please click for better quality]
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dailyrothko · 1 year
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Mark Rothko, Untitled, No 6, 1964
One of the Black Form Paintings
© Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / ARS, New York
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Do you think Home and Bardaby would end up- if not friends than at least allies eventually in your fantasy au? I think it would be a real shame if Wally's best friend & his patron couldn't find some common ground. Maybe they could both keep an eye on Wally for each other? I know Home is literally Always There with him, but there are some human(puppet?) issues that an elder god just wouldn't really get. idk, I just think it's a bit of a shame that they don't get along, since Barnaby's the only other person besides Wally to actually interact with home in the original ARG.
oh no yeah! they do Eventually! it just takes a while and some work. Home in this au is pretty protective of Wally for Reasons, and it takes a lot to make them go "hey, you're chill. i like you". unfortunately Barn is also protective (not nearly to Home's extent but yk) so they naturally clash where they should get along
i have the full process In My Mind but essentially: Home, if given express permission, can "possess" Wally (put in quotes bc technically Wally is already possessed by them). this happens either when Wally wants a fucking break / is overwhelmed and wants Home to take the wheel (Wally's consciousness is kinda 'turned off' - it falls into a deep sleep!), or if Home does Wally a favor - they trade the favor for a set amount of possession time. because Home would like to have a body & make the decisions from time to time <3
during one of these "Home has the wheel" periods, i imagine that some shit goes down that forces Barnaby & Home to work together w/o a mediator. and during this time they're trying to get through this while keeping Wally's body relatively unharmed - Barnaby experiences a nice disconnect of "this is Wally but its also not Wally & its also a being i don't like very much bc its a dick-". but through the power for Forced Interaction, they realize that yeah, they have common ground, but they're also not too bad :]. catch Wally taking the wheel and being perplexed at how Barnaby is all "hey say hi to Home for me!" or asking for Home's opinion on things.
#ofc everyone else is startled by the change bc they weren't around with barn & home#while they were on their buddy bonding adventure <3#its tough for home to connect both bc Yea they're an ancient being very out of touch with everything#but also home Cannot Speak! in any form! in house form they speak in onomatopoeia as in canon!#in full unrestrained form they make scary monster noises & house noises! in wally form they cant make noise at all!#bc when possessed wally's face gets entirely blacked out (except for the eyes) and essentially turns into a mini void </3#and no one understands the ancient lost language of ~morse code~#so there's a huge communication barrier! plentiful misunderstandings & misinterpretations!#also a plus of banraby getting attached - now there's Two people to worry about all packaged up in One!#oh and i imagine barn is allowed to join wally for his 'painting for house home' sessions going forward#rambles from the bog#wh fantasy au#also! technically none of them are puppets in this au except for Kind Of wally#their fleece/felt is fur/fluff/fuzz!#their stuffing is replaced with blood & guts & bone!#cut them & they bleed yk yk!#they got them Fluids!#that sounded better in my head. i lied no it didnt#& sure yeah why the fuck not they have retractable teeth#in my mind there's different classes - like howdy is an insectoid - eddie/frank/wally/sally/julie are all humanoids#barnaby is an... uh... animoids?? does that work??#poppy is an avian <3#& then monsters are yk. Monsters. animals are animals. etc#anyway i imagine that wally is Very pleased when his bestie & his patron start clicking#he gets so happy whenever barn asks after home <3
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New drawing challenge for the 12 or so people in the Mononoke fandom: what sort of mononoke would arise from your psyche if given the chance?
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recitedemise · 3 months
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𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆. For him, the feeling of the latter—striking, palpable, entirely all-body—is addictive. It feels the most potent, singing through his body in a manner that thrills, and after calling down lightning in a flash of blue, its the fragrance of a storm that he's proud to wear. It makes his nerves feel alive. His every muscle feels wired. In a way, life's at its brightest when he plays with lightning, and mad in his eyes and wild in his hair, there's no element that comes close to besting it.
That said, however, it is necromancy that he's grown most adept in. Unfortunately, his relationship with it isn't half as kind as it is with lightning. Rotting from the inside, skin cracking nastily, Gale had grown desperate to control the orb. Because he's dying, he thought it best to study dying, poring himself endlessly in necromantic textbooks and experimenting (unsuccessfully) on his blight-gotten wounds. To note, necromancy itself isn't inherently evil. For example, it doesn't mean you support the raising of the dead. Rather, it's a study that's neutral just as any other, and as a study on forces from both death to life, Gale, with urgency, obsessively learned. With his year in solitude, it is feverishly that he took to necromancy. Somatically and verbally, his aptitude for the field is practically bar-none, and after Elminster helped tame the orb, the breadth of his studies comes to fruition. It isn't his favorite field, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't thoroughly enjoy it. It works well, anyway, considering his leaning for lightning; with necromancy chilling him, those violent bolts warm.
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sleepynegress · 5 months
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A word. A gathering that almost evokes sad gentle pity. This is directed at heterosexual men of a certain ilk.
The ones who think women can be "used up", or who only see value in women's adherence to the standards other emotionally stunted men approve of.
A lot of men have ingested and are still projectile vomiting all the internalized toxic they took in while "growing up", at famous strangers. ...Flinching at unbothered happiness because they haven't healed from limited notions of what that's supposed to look like.
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