#i drew this months ago but the anatomy still looks quite good

[scooterpengie]

I'm not the first to mention the parallels between Demencia and Miss Heed but I wanted to draw something for it (I don't remember if Dem becoming like a lizard and losing her memories for Black Hat is canon or if I just read it in a fanfiction but either way I agree)

As well as all the parallels I also think they're good foils of eachother? Miss Heed cares way too much what other people think of her, while Dem is completely unbothered by all her rejections from Black Hat

Anyway I need an AU where these 2 meet online on a "how to get your crush to like you" forum and become internet friends 😭

#Villainous #villanos #miss heed #cecilia amanda kelly #villainous demencia #Demencia #comic #my art #their friendship would be so funny #they would just give eachother the worst dating advice #i forgot to add - they're both in love with their boss too #using type cause i'm feeling fancy #i drew this months ago but the anatomy still looks quite good

[moltenraider]

Fortnite mains

Having a main on Fortnite is something special, loving and caring about a skin that has little to no story and yet playing as them everyday really is different than the normal fandom brainrot experience

And today I want to talk about the character that was my Fortnite main

This is Sig

He was introduced on Chapter 2 Season 2, the Spies! Season (known to be the Midas Season and one of the best season)

I have NO IDEA why I started liking him, looking back at his design, he is pretty boring(? Nor even handsome, I do think his model was used for more skins(? Maybe to ones with the face covered. But as you can see looks weird

I really don’t remember why I just connected with him, not even with the first time he came on the item shop, it was later because I remember I waited for months for him to come again, and man, the day I bought him, since that day I used him non stop until I quit playing fortnite on chapter 3 season 3

Naturally, I also drew him a ton

And a lot of things happened since then, I created lore for him, I named him (his name is Sig, in my head his whole nickname was “Signature” and his real name was Edén)

I remember I used him to roleplay, which was what really made me create a deep story and give him characteristics. For example, I explained his white hair and skin by him having albinism (which is not that creative lmao) I also explained that he is always wearing dark glasses because his eyes are very sensitive to light, he was mainly a hacker. And probably one of the most important things I HC for him is that he loves frogs

This was before Fortnite added animals, and when the animals came on the Primal season I WAS SO DAMN HAPPY LMAO

So then, that I made this drawing of him as a frog

And I continued using him, playing with friends, having fun, all while I was going through some hard stuffs on my life (pandemic included)

So Sig really became a HUGE comfort character for me, it’s probably the character that I’ve feel more comfort with, and when I think about him to this day, I still smile by just remember the good times I spend while wearing him on Fortnite.

Of course there was some shitty things happening (like people calling him one of the ugliest skins hfjfh. I mean, kinda) but honestly I don’t care anymore haha

At the time I was so pissed tho, but I understand now.

When I had my 20 birthday I even asked a frog to be drawn on the cake, and it was because of him. I don’t have a pic of that, but that happened fr.

And another important thing about Sig is that he was actually the character I used to learn how to draw nsfw and suggestive stuffs, which to me is REALLY important, cuz this might sound crazy but learning that helped me improve my art an insane amount (just think that at the time I didn’t practice much naked human figure. And when I started doing so, my anatomy learn when to a peak. Yes, drawing nsfw helps with learning anatomy)

So he was also important to me artistically speaking

And while writting this I just realize how important he really was to me in so many ways, and for a character that only has a name and one stupid sentence for description, that is…

Crazy

At last, when I was stepping away from fortnite for personal reasons (and also because my switch was dying) I really wanted to keep Sig in some way

So I made this character, which is clearly based on everything I did with him so far

His name is Caesar, he is a frog

And he was going to be just that, but after all this and him carrying everything that Sig means to me. He is not just a frog character

He is my sona, my second sona to be exact, being the first one The Vicepresident

And that’s the story of how a fortnite skin became so important to me that I made them an actual original character

Right now, playing fortnite again… it might sound weird, but I don’t use Sig anymore, it doesn’t mean I don’t love him anymore, I still do. But his period as my main skin ended years ago, and I don’t want to ruin those beautiful experiences I had with him back then

That’s why he was my main, and now, I’ll wait for other skin to come and be my new Sig.

#thoughts #fortnite #sig

[nephilimbrute]

show .us

I haven't drawn one of the two yet cuz i didn't have motivation. I'll show my evil circus ocs though

i made these ocs back in like 2022 and my art style improves at a rapid pace, so they're well over due for redesigns. here are the performers/workers though :3c

- cirque de lumiere / circus of light is a french circus upholding a reputation of it being one of the greatest in france, with performances consisting of a giant cheshire cat, world's tallest man, even one of the most spectacular magicians. though, more sinister things happen under the big top

fratellini / The Saint or "Saint the Fool" (knife-juggling clown, she/her). she's very silly and likes to mess with the other performers. montblanc is her best friend

françois / "François the Great" (magician, he/him). flamboyant fuck that does all the "mind-controlling" at the circus. he likes to bother aesop, working with him to steal other's belongings when they're not looking

aesop / "He Who Talks to Crows" (crow tamer, he/him). obviously, he tames crows. kinda like a lion tamer, but his crows steal jewelry from the audience when they are too busy being enamored by the show

^^^ this drawing was made 2 months ago, just haven't got to coloring it. it is a redesign for them though, the names on the bottom are their former names cuz i changed them (or their stage names)

montblanc / "The Cheshire" (cheshire cat, he/him). veery giddy kitty. his voice claim is of course, sterling holloway (voice actor of the cheshire cat in 1951 alice in wonderland). he loves surprises and often dismisses questions, liked by everybody in the circus

apollon / "Big Top" (strongman, he/him). i haven't got to redrawing him yet so the anatomy is off ^^; it's the original drawing. anyways he's cocky and a big show-off. yes he's half spider

as you can see montblanc is also a recent drawing which i haven't colored yet

cassius / "Cassius the Warrior" (stuntman, he/him). he isn't really developed that well, but he performs dangerous stunts for the audience, though he's very jumpy. works well with montblanc and jack

mister (or wilheim) / "The Living Nutcracker" (nutcracker idk what he does, he/him). he's also Severely underdeveloped. made him as a christmas special and revealed him on christmas day last year. he lives up to the whole british soldier thing, he does whatever he is told to do n stuff

vivienne / "Black Widow" (vaudeville/cabaret?, she/her). she's kind of a flirt, she puts on performances for the more mature audiences. i like her and this drawing just made me realize how tall she is

now THIS is old. vivienne is the only one i drew recently, i'll be putting her at the end. also cassius' design was designed by a friend:3

chono (ringmaster, he/him). he's the lead of the circus, very very evil

nato (he/him) is chono's assistant. he's on high alert a good amount of the time

jack (or jacqueline) / "Jack-in-the-Box" (surprise performer, she/her). she loves to surprise people when fratellini cranks the handle on her box and she pops out. she can be foul-mouthed and rude, always getting in people's faces n' such

...yyeaah this one is also old. though i made some adjustments to the colors a few months ago, the style and stuff is still old

vanitas (or nicolaes) / "Memento Mori" (puppeteer, he/him) is the nicest circus performer. he puts on puppet shows, when he speaks he adapts the personality of what puppet he's using, and he'll often make up a conversation. his puppets are commedia dell'arte characters. when not using any puppet, he talks normally + he's polite. his 'face' is a mask by the way

this drawing i made like 3 days ago lol. it's his redesign concept, his original one i just went head-first and i still don't like it >.>

and last but not least these two. first we have baroness (or marie-christine) / "Dangerously Yours" (singing entertainment, she/her). she also puts on shows for the more mature audiences, in which she'll sing on a stage. her songs are often quite dark, the audience never realizes it though. her design is also by the friend who made cassius

and on the right is primadonna (or marcel. mime, she/her) who is, of course, a mime. i think her face is her actual face. my sister helped design this one

i made these doodles like, a month or two ago. just concepts so i can get their designs down

that's Allll for the circus performersssss ^w^^^^ hope u enjoy them. Oh and there's this other one who's been stuck in concept stage (i haven't even drawn them yet), their name is El Lissitzky, based on the real El Lissitzky's paintings. think they're gonna be a painter as well

onto old/new pieces... wwweeew

^ here's that vivienne piece i mentioned. i posted her to this blog already...

the original designs and how they're supposed to look when colored:3c also this montblanc is a slightly updated version of his original drawing to make his fur look better

and finally vanitas' original design... yeaahh. wanted to go for a jester-like look, his design is somehow simultaneously too much and too little. i never really had a proper concept for him beforehand, just the silhouette of what he was supposed to look like. strongly disliking the colors thou

also recent apollon i did as a style test:3 all of these circus performers have a voice claim BTW :P

...I think this was a reaaaalllly long post

#SUPER LENGTHY POST #they're all cishet sorry #AND FRENCH #OC #inbox q

[spaciebabie]

How do you sketch and draw so well?!

I wanna reach your level of skill, are there any tips or videos/guides that helped you a lot?

FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT?? RAAAAAAWRRRG IT MEANS A LOT

erruh ill try my best ta give advice (although i still feel like i have a lot ta learn) i wrote more than i thought i would so its under the cut ^v^!

ermm i mean im entirely self taught (if it wasnt obvious) so my artist journey has basically been me looking at other artists artstyles, methods of coloring and drawing, etc. and adapting them in my art when i see something i really like.

i used ta watch a lot of speedpaint videos as a kid and those are honestly really helpful for figuring out how artists do specific things. for example: when i was 14 i watched a speedpaint done by an artist i looked upta and noted their use of layer settings ta make certain colors pop and i have used their method ever since! dont be afraid ta experiment and draw inspiration :]

i have watched a lot of videos and followed tutorials on how ta do specific things such as anatomy (lots and lots of anatomy...), shading, perspective, etc. although i mostly look at those when things dont quite look right and i wanna improve. i dont really have any specific recs for tutorials? for me tutorials can be a hit or miss (seems like a 10/90 hit or miss instead of 50/50 sometimes ._.). my most basic advice is ta break things down inta shapes! cubes are the easiest shape for me ta understand so breaking things down like that has helped me a lot! ALSO REFERENCES. USE REFERENCES THEY HELP SOOOO MUCH FORREAL ONG BRAH. DONT BE AFRAID TA TRACE OVER SOMETHING TA FIGURE OUT THE SHAPES IF YOU CANT JUST SEE EM AND PULL EM OUT (but also only do this for practice, dont trace over things and then post em and say they're yours thats theft) AND LOOK AT LIGHTING TOO AND HOW IT TOUCHES CERTAIN OBJECTS DO SOME STUDIES ITS GOOD FOR YA (<- sucks at doing studies b/c he gets bored of doing them really easily)

a note about sketching: something i know a lot of beginners struggle w/is using too many strokes. it happens when you're unsure of a specific thing you're drawing and i do happen ta fall inta this from time ta time, although i try not 2 as much as possible. an example of me on a good sketching day is this rabbittrap i drew:

i use very few strokes here! and am not afraid ta overshoot my lines. compare it ta this drawing i did months ago:

and you can tell i was having trouble in certain parts b/c of the heavy amount of strokes i used. it takes practice but sketching w/out using as many strokes is a surefire way ta make your art seem more dynamic and less ridged and also save time! remember, you dont hafta detail out every last thing in your initial sketch. save that for later!

#SPACIE TALKS TOO FUCKING MMMUCH #anyways. #spacie splains #i do not even know that i am good at drawing i swear ppl tell me and im just like 'okay yep i mean i guess if you think so then yes i am' #honestly have major imposter syndrome but fuck it baybee we ball!!!!!!!!!!! #you kinda hafta shop around when it comes ta drawing skjfsdfds #and take things and put your own spin onnem- #actually i DO recc that!! let artists that inspire you influence your artstyle :] #its good for yu prommy #in recent years i havent done that as much (b/c iyam shy and some of the artists i look upta are my moots and if they see their influence i #my art i might die. they're just so cool HOW AM I MOOTS W/THESE GUYS-) #there's a lot of techniques that dont work for me b/c my brain no understand #i try ta make it understand but its very hard lmao #ANYWAY THERE'S STILL A LOT I NEEDTA LEARN AND ITS QUITE OBVIOUS TA ME BUT NOT SO OBVIOUS TA OTHERS I GUESSSSSSSSSSSSS?? #THATS THE MUSHY BRAIN SACK FOR YA OYE VAYE. YOUR WORST CRITIC #I HOPE THIS HELPED AT LEAST A LIL

[talking-about-bug-snacks]

CINNASNAIL

It is here! Today is the day! Today is the pinnacle of this very blog! Cinnasnail is absolutely without a doubt my number 1 favorite Bugsnak, and as a result, one of my favorite fictional creatures ever! Snails are one of my favorite animals, and when I say “one of”, I don’t mean “close to the top of a numbered list”, I mean I have a cluster of favorite animals in no particular order, and Good Ol’ Land Snail is one of them.

Now, when I saw the announcement trailer for Bugsnax, I knew it was going to be wonderful and special. How could I not when seeing foods with googly eyes running around? With the fact that they are bug-like being emphasized? Yowza! And then there was this shot in the trailer.

SNAIL! Snails made of cinnamon rolls! Sweet, sugary snails! Some of my favorite things ever, combined! I’m not sure cinnamon rolls are my favorite food, since I do not eat them very often at all, and maybe not even quite my favorite food represented in Bugsnax, since ice cream is here, too. But they are still wonderful, and this is still a snail! Besides, I would not WANT it to be based on any other snack. There would be no better option by far! Cinnamon rolls and snails go together so perfectly! Pardon the expression, but snails are beautiful cinnamon rolls, too good for this world, too pure.

In fact, they go together so well that I had previously had the same creature idea! Not the exact same design, but a cinnamon roll snail is a cinnamon roll snail, and is wonderful to think about!

And here is a Cinnasnail I drew a few months ago, to celebrate the one-year anniversary of the game’s announcement! 

And HERE is a Cinnasnail drawn by @wooljester​! Look at its heart eyestalks!!!

And that is all barely talking about Cinnasnail itself! Time to do just that! Most of its design is the cinnamon roll itself, which is of course, perfect for a snail’s spiral shell. And then there is the icing, representing to a degree both the snail’s squishy body and its slime! The eyestalks and tentacles are both made of icing and- hey hey WHAT? TENTACLES? That’s right! It is such a rare thing to see, but Cinnasnail even represents a snail’s tentacles! In some ways, this has more realistic anatomy than so many cartoon snails, and this is a pastry!

Cinnasnail’s behavior is quite simple, as to be expected. It mostly just oozes around on a wall or cliff, but do not underestimate it. I appreciate that Chandlo does not underestimate them either, seeing them as master climbers that even he can’t keep up with! It’s good to appreciate creatures for their abilities rather than take them for granted. Just look at any little bug flying around and think, that creature has the amazing ability of flight! Wowee!

Cinnasnail’s main gimmick is sort of a combination of two. It is always found JUST out of reach, which would not normally be a problem, as a Snak Trap can be easily launched at whatever you please. Cinnasnail, however, is sticky! When trapped, the trap will just stick right there. Maybe if you’re bold and agile enough, you can jump and grab it, but mostly, the Snak Grappler wil be essential for catching them.

It is possible to have Cinnasnail go on a little adventure, though! Using chocolate, it can be lured onto a Lunchpad and launched away from the wall, whre the process can be continued to get it wherever you want! After doing this, a fun thing to do is cover the Buggy Ball in chocolate and let Cinnasnail play with it. It is so happy sticking to and spinning around the ball!

I hope you all love Cinnasnail too! Though this may be my favorite, there are absolutely so many wonderful Bugsnax left to talk about, and I hope you look forward to those, too!

#cinnasnail #bugsnax #talkin bout bugsnax

[tomtenadia]

Remember Us - 7

I know we are in full Rowaelin month but I thought to give you part 7 as a present...

There is a small library scene in perfect theme with Day 4. (This is not part of Rowaelin month. Just a coincidence)

The chapters are getting less angsty. As I mentioned in a post a few days ago... i Finished the story and it has 10 parts. That was the original plan and I promise a HEA

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Rowan had spent the entire day going through all of their albums. Evalin had offered to look after Freyja, but instead he had kept the girl in his arms while sitting on the carpet and and album in front of him.

He had just finished the one about Thomas and now opened the one dedicated to his daughter. They were both still a working in progress as it looked like Aelin would just record the stages in their lives.

“Look, who is this one?” The little girl pointed at the picture and babbled something.

“This is you.” He told her in a loving tone “the most precious thing in our lives with your brother.”

“You did it, Fireheart.” Rowan kissed the head of an exhausted Aelin, while the doctors were busy cleaning and checking on their daughter.

The nurse walked to them with a bundle in her arms and gave it to Aelin “I think your daughter is ready to meet you.” And placed the baby on Aelin’s chest.

Rowan sat at her side, his arms around her shoulder as he drew closer his two women.

“She is like you, Ro.”

He kissed her forehead “I love you both. Madly.”

In another photo he saw Thomas in the hospital bed near her mother, kissing his sister head and the caption read Thomas is officially a big brother and he finally gets to meet his sister. 

“ ‘Mas” babbled Freyja, pointing at the photo.

“Yes, that is your brother.”

Page by page he followed his daughter life and as it happened for Thomas, some moments became familiar all of a sudden.

Looking at photos had been a great idea but with Aelin’s captions had been even better as it was as if someone was actually telling him the story.

He looked at a couple of more albums but then he felt an headache coming and his vision was getting tired as well, so he grabbed Freyja and went to lie down on the sofa, making sure that she was tucked in safely between him and the back of the sofa. Evalin was busy doing chores around the house. He pulled the little girl to his chest and he started humming a tune while his hand caressed her head.

Not long after they were both asleep.

Evalin appeared back in the living room not long after and when she saw the scene in front of her she almost cried. Then she took her phone and snapped a picture and sent it to Aelin Your husband and your daughter are having some quality time together.

*

“How’s the study session going?” A younger Rowan paused beside a table in a university library.

The blonde woman in front of him groaned in exasperation “med school. Of all the degrees I choose from, I went for the worst one.” Her head collapsed heavily on the books in front of her “I want to be a neurosurgeon, I don’t care about the kidneys. Why am I studying this crap?”

Rowan smiled and placed a cup of coffee on the table “you need caffeine.”

Aelin lifted her head “yes, in IV.” She extended her arm and Rowan chuckled “you are the doctor, you will have to perform that on yourself.” He laughed and patted her head “I can tell you the legal repercussions of me performing such a procedure without a licence.”

Aelin grabbed her coffee and drank avidly “smartass.”

“A smartass you love?”

“Keep dreaming, Whitethorn.”

When he woke up again he was not ready for the splitting headache. He tried to sit up but dizziness hit him hard and then a wave of nausea. He jumped off the sofa but crashed on the carpet. Rowan fought to stand up but his body refused to obey “Evalin,” he croaked, grabbing his head in his hands.

A moment later Evalin was at his side “Rowan, are you okay?”

He crashed back down on the carpet and groaned. Evalin slowly helped him to sit back up and she felt panic rise “I should call Aelin.”

“No,” said Rowan in a whisper as he stood shakily and sat at the opposite side of the sofa away from his sleeping daughter. He should not be around the kids. No one should be around him while he was in that state.

And in that instant nausea hit again and he grabbed his stick and slowly dragged himself to the bathroom, collapsed on the floor and emptied the content of his stomach in the toilet.

***

Aelin had just finished surgery when she noticed the worried text from her mother. Rowan was not well.

She changed from the scrubs, paged her second, told him she had a family emergency and that she had to go back home. They all knew her situation and he was understanding. She had finished her surgeries for the day so finishing early was not much of an issue.

She drove home with her heart racing with panic. She knew the complications after a brain injury and she was worried. Her mother had not specified what happened but her tone seemed frantic.

Once in front of the house she parked quickly and once in the house she found it quiet. Her mother was sitting on the sofa reading to Freyja and Thomas was on the carpet playing with his toy cars.

“Where is he?”

Evalin looked up at her “in bed. He was sick, complaining of strong headaches and he said he was tired.”

Aelin dropped her backpack and ran for the bedroom and found him asleep.

She walked to him and sat at his side at the edge on the bed and slowly caressed his head. Her strong, amazing husband looked fragile, tucked in bed and sleeping on his side. The time in the hospital had left his mark and his frame was now thinner. Her hand ran through his hair once again and then deposited a gentle kiss and in that instant his eyes popped open as she chastised herself for it.

“Hi you,”

“Hi,” his voice gruff “you are home.”

“Mum texted me that you were not well.”

He tried to sit up but Aelin kept him down “you need to rest. What are your symptoms?”

Rowan’s head collapsed back on the pillow “headache, dizziness and nausea.”

Aelin’s hand was in his hair again “it’s normal. From one to ten, how bad is the headache?”

“Seven.”

She stood and came back a moment later with a glass of water and a tablet “Just a light dose to help you a bit.”

Rowan took the water and the medicine and once he was done Aelin lay down at his side, snuggling  close to him, her hand on his chest. Rowan’s arms as if on instinct went around her frame but did not hug her tight. He had no energy.

“I dreamt…” he closed his eyes for a second “I dreamt of us in the library. You were complaining about your degree and kidneys,” he told her softly “I brought you coffee.”

Aelin chuckled against his chest. She did remember exactly the day “that was when I started to fall for you.”

“Tell me,” he said, his lips brushing her hair.

“Somehow you had memorised my schedule,” she began her tale “so you would pop up in the library and keep me company studying. You with your laws and me with my crazy med stuff.” She looked up at him and found her husband staring at her “during my anatomy exam you offered to be my skeleton and I revised on you.” She flicked his nose and the gentle flinch of his nose reminded her so much of him, his usual reaction “At the end of a crazy exam you brought me cake and once my session of exams was over you asked me out.”

Rowan gave her a weak smile and she could see the tiredness in his face “you asked me to move in with you on my birthday and my present were the keys to your flat. I moved out of mine the next day and Aedion moved in with Lysandra and took my place.”

“Are we good friends with them?” He asked with interest. So far they had never discussed their friends and he thought it was time to try.

Aelin nodded “Aedion is my cousin. Lys and I were flatmates and she is my best friend.” Her hand brushed his hair once again, the gesture was relaxing and Rowan seemed to enjoy it too, his features much more relaxed “then we have Lorcan and Elide and the six of us kinda form a nice tight group.”

“Do they know about my condition?”

Aelin nodded “I explained to them and the only reason they haven’t visited is because I knew it was going to be too much so I told them to wait.”

“Thank you,” he said softly while his hand brushed her back “I can’t just yet.”

Aelin nodded again and his expression morphed as if he wanted to ask her something but hesitate. His hand moved “can I?” And Aelin knew what he meant. She took his hand and pushed it under her t-shirt and on her tiny baby bump “I don’t know yet if it’s a girl or a boy. I have a check up in two weeks and will see if we can find out the sex.”

His thumb moved gently as if to greet their child with his free hand he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said a bit too quietly.

“I should let you rest,” Aelin tried to move but his hand grabbed her writs and pulled her back down against him. He had been enjoying that moment they had shared. His arms went around her frame and pulled her to him. 

“You love to cuddle.”

“Do I?” He told her rising an eyebrow.

“Sometimes when mum takes the kids we do enjoy a lot of naked, adult cuddling.”

Rowan’s heart raced in terror “I am not…” he stopped “I can’t yet.”

“Shh…” said Aelin, placing a gentle finger on his lips “We are not doing anything you do not want to do.” She told him with love.

He pulled her even closer and tucked her head under his chin, and the position felt familiar all of a sudden, her scent enveloping his nostrils. Everything about her felt familiar, the shape of her body against his, her scent, they way she fit perfectly in his arms.

They were in silence for a moment until two small cyclones joined them.

“Dad.” Shouted Thomas quite loudly and Rowan groaned, his head not appreciating the decibels coming from his son.

“Quiet, Tom, dad is not well.”

The little boy zipped his lips and climbed in bed. Freyja padded to her father’s side and extended her arms in a gesture to be picked up. Rowan turned and lifted his daughter in his arms and pushed her under the blankets with Thomas and Aelin joined them a moment later.

“We are keeping company to dad but we need to be quiet. Can we do that?”

Thomas nodded eagerly and Freyja kept sucking on her pacifier. The little girl climbed on her father chest and Rowan rolled on his back to help her curl up properly. Thomas was tucked in at his side and Aelin’s arm reached over and enveloped them.

“Sorry, they really missed you.”

Rowan shook his head “this feels really nice and normal.”

Aelin smiled and brushed Thomas’ hair “believe me on a weekend it is, and if I am not working the four of us love a long morning in bed together.”

He chuckled and loved the image “What about the names?”

Aelin grabbed Freyja’s hand in her and kissed it “Thomas was a character in a sci-fi series that we both love. He is an Admiral and quite amazing. He is actually my fictional husband. Freyja, we took it from a mythology book.”

Rowan laughed “so I have competition.”

“Can you be an admiral?”

“I order you to kiss me, soldier.” Rowan felt a smile tug at his lips and Aelin stared at him with fondness. Then leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips.

“Bleah,” said Thomas in protest. Aelin stamped a big kiss on his cheek “feeling better now?” And the boy grinned and climbed down from the bed “lego.” And he ran away.

Aelin sighed “he has a lot of energy.” And now that her son space had been vacated she scooted closer to Rowan and her hand was on the girl’s back on top of Rowan’s.

“I love the kids. It’s been only a few days but I love them madly already.” He whispered looking down at his sleeping daughter. Then back at Aelin and for a brief moment he saw sadness in her eyes. Loving the kids had been easy. His feelings for her were far more complicated. He felt something but could not put a name on it yet.

“With you is…” he paused, searching for the right words. He had caused enough pain already “complicated. There is something, I can feel it, but I don’t know if it’s just the memories or my actual feelings.” His hand ran through his hair “I don’t know how to explain it clearly.”

Aelin kissed his forehead tenderly. For as much as she wanted her husband back, she was not going to rush him. He would need time and she was willing to wait. She had waited at his bedside for so long to have him awake again that she was happy to take even the small acts of affection he was willing to give her.

“I want you to have your husband back, and I am trying…”

“Shhh…” she said to him, a gentle kiss on his lips “I have him back, and I can see more of him coming back everyday. You don’t realise it but he is there.” She patted his chest “My husband is right here in my arms.”

Rowan’s hand grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him for a fierce kiss. Aelin melted at the contact. The kiss felt like coming home and for a moment it swept away all her fears.

“Does your husband kiss you like that?” The smirk on his face and his playful tone was him and she pulled back, coming up for air. 

“Seems like you remember this part very well.”

“It does help that my wife is stunning.”

Aelin smiled. He had called her his wife. Had he accepted his life? Had he accepted them?

She looked at him in his pine green eyes looking for an answer.

“Yes.”

#rowan whitethorn #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #rowan x aelin #aelin galathynius #domestic fluff

[bastart13]

48 is an odd number to go from, but I thought I’d rate all the CGs I’ve done roughly in the order I like them (best to worst)

Under the cut because, again, 48 of them

10/10: I feel like I could see this in the game and I like the expression and colours I chose

9.5/10: I drew this 9 months ago but it’s one of few I think would fit in, aside from the messy colouring

9.5/10: Nice atmosphere and I like the lighting. Some anatomy issues

9/10: I like the bright colours and I finally drew a nice Asra. The posing could be more natural

9/10: Most improved. Even if it’s messy, I like the water effect and I drew Muriel’s face right

9/10: I like the colouring, especially with the hair and background. Sketchy lineart and wonky anatomy

9/10: Not quite Valerius’ face and odd anatomy but nice scene and lighting

9/10: Not the Arcana lighting style but it turnsed out nice and I like the pose, even with the rough lineart

8/10: Odd lineart but nice lighting and sweet expressions

8/10: Best background/composition I’ve done but Asra’s face is odd and lighting could be neater

8/10: Soft lineart and good Portia face, but bland lighting/composiiton

8/10: Also soft lineart and good Portia face, but the colours aren’t very cohesive or natural, especially with the background

8/10: Fun pose and nice colouring. Face angle doesn’t quite work

7/10: Nice colours and concept but the face is weird and needs to be neater

7/10: I like the mood of this, but it’s clearly an early one with the rough lineart and Lucio’s face isn’t quite right.

7/10: Always a delight to draw Julianne (w/timmyandscribbles). Lovely background, but not an integrated composition and some strange lineart

6/10: One of the best compositions and colours chosen, Orion (w/pumpkunbread) was lovely to draw. It’s clear I was sketchy with the lineart

6/10: Soft Isha and nice colours, but some strange anatomy with Lucio

6/10: Rought lineart and crowded composition but good mood and colours

6/10: Nice colour scheme but odd lighting and stiff pose. Lucio’s face is good but just a little too sharp

6/10: Happy with the mood but the pose needs to be more natural and the anatomy is strange

5/10: Like the colours and pose, but the lineart is too thick and the colouring is messy. Odd mouth

5/10: Good pose, lineart, and colouring, but Portia’s face is drawn strangely

5/10: Interesting lighting and composition but it’s very rough

4/10: Great expression and concept but messy lineart and anatomy

4/10: Attempt at a background, nice lighting, weird expressions and anatomy

4/10: Composition, pose, and expression makes it feel like a game CG but it’s too messy. Colours are too pink/unnatural

4/10: Like the colouring but poor Muriel’s face

4/10: Ditto but also rip wolf anatomy

4/10: I like the concept and it’s a nice drawing (w/aaliyah-draws), but the colouring and lineart is clearly not the Arcana style

4/10: Rip Lucio’s face but I’m really happy with the colours and I still have no clue how I painted that gold. I’ve never done it as well since

3/10: Nice expression and vibe but the anatomy is stiff and the colouring is too messy

3/10: Rip Lucio’s face 2.0 and the colouring is plasticy and bland

3/10: Nice concept and colours, but it’s not the Arcana style and the lineart is too thick/rough. Clearly never drawn Isha from this angle

3/10: Soulless expression, thick lineart, and strange, plastic colouring, though the hair and concept is nice

3/10: Colouring feels unfinished and the pose is stiff

3/10: Strange anatomy and the style is off but it’s a cute scene

2/10: Doesn’t look like Muriel and overambitious background for how well I could draw fur and fabrics

2/10: This colouring is incredibly rough and shoddy. The lighting is unnatural and incohesive, combined with rough lineart

2/10: Rip Muriel’s face, the pose needed more reference, and the lighting doesn’t really work. Nice expression?

2/10: God, Muriel, I’m sorry for your face. The pose is stiff and awkward with the background

1/10: Portia, I’m so sorry. Drew this when I was tired. The anatomy is stiff, face looks off, and the composition doesn’t lead the eye the right way

1/10: Did not know how to draw fur, Isha’s face, or this pose. Colouring is really bland, though I’m forgiving as it’s one of the first I drew

#the arcana #not art #this isn't really worth a read and more that i needed to vent a bit and think about my art #i am mostly improving but it's good to see what i do and don't like about it #so i know where to focus #also i don't want criticisms of my criticisms #because it's really me judging myself by my own standards #i don't judge other art the same way

[flockofdoves]

but yeah sketched and palyed around with my tablet a lot today :)

was a bit frustrating tho bc i’m just literally so out of practice with all art every single thing i drew took so much longer than i know it used to for me and also my ability to recognize issues with my art has grown so much these past 2 years of not drawing barely at all except for occasionally trying to start doing studies to improve but like not enough that my actual freehand stuff has made much of any progress (if anything its deteriorated in motor skills so any progress in having an eye for stuff like accuracy of proportions kinda just flattens out lol) so i Really can see theres Issues with my art in a way that makes it not fun to try to make a lot of stuff i used to find fun bc idk at all how to actually extend that to doing better in the moment

but i’m not too discouraged i’m excited i bought some art anatomy and figure drawing online lessons so i can have a way to work on that structured but at my own pace for the rest of this summer to improve in one of the major areas thats impeding on my ability to just have fun making shit. and i will absolutely both have fun and feel satisfied doing those lessons esp now that i dont have to think about like. gathering my own resources each time i get the desire to do that and then just being too tired to do much once i instead directed my time to finding resources instead of just drawing. but yeah nonetheless just vaguely sad that i dont think i’m quite yet at a place where i can enjoy doing art stuff that isnt either very very go with the flow no actual goal in mind the only purpose is experimentation and it doesnt have to look good or technical studies. but not trying to be too down about it i think maybe i can start getting to a place of having fun making finished pieces with a goal in mind that integrate skills i’m building again soon enough, i almost found a balance with that a couple months ago but i just think i still need a bit more before i can practice finding that enjoyable again

#cpost

[perperam]

I just saw your improvement post! I wanted to know, how long have you been drawing, and when did you see the biggest spike in improvement? Did you progress the most when you first started or later?

heyo anon! thanks for the ask!

to begin, I've been drawing since I was around ten years old (which is well over a decade ago by now) and weirdly enough, I saw the biggest spike, so to speak, in my art style and accuracy in anatomy over quarantine this past year. I think it's probably because (and I know, it sounds super cliche) I started finally using references and studying anatomy and perspective instead of just bullshit drawing the things I saw in my mind.

here's an example:

let's use this example of a male character playing the guitar that I've sketched throughout the years, with the latter two images showing the existing character of Luka Couffaine from the Miraculous Ladybug animated TV show. As you can see, there is quite a large difference between 2012 summer and 2020 winter, but it's mostly in actually being able to get my idea across (i.e. playing the guitar) in a way that doesn't feel choppy. There is color, more "life" to the image (it's kind of a medium shot instead of a weirdly placed full body angle), and it looks like it has a story. Where the 2012 drawing is just an image of someone playing the guitar, the first 2020 drawing clearly has intent in its process, and I think that is the biggest development between the two.

in and of itself, February 2020's Luka Couffaine looks cool as hell, but I just could never feel like that was my "style" and this always made me unhappy. I'd make artwork only to dislike it in the end.

To absolutely nobody's surprise, once I started studying anatomy and actually used references instead of just trying to envision it behind my eyes, I saw an even bigger difference in my art. Because now, not only did my artwork have the creativity and beauty of a story and different "angles," but it also looked like it could actually be a person. Personally, after I started actually studying art—which doesn't mean expensive classes, YouTube videos and online tutorials here on Tumblr all are more than enough and that's what I used—did I actually begin to settle into my style.

here's another example:

let's say for the sake of this argument that the theme of the pictures above is supposed to be "showing off a graphic tee/sweater." While in the 2014 image the character is placed awkwardly and in a way that makes little sense (please don't come at me for that absolutely atrocious and evidently high as fuck Spongebob image), the image on the left shows Harley Quinn showing off her sweater in a more natural pose. The reason for this big difference is because after extensive practice and research, I can finally draw 3/4 faces and bodies accurately.

Now I'm not sure if you wanted advice, but if I could say two things, it would be these:

1) Don't be afraid to use references!! If you're interested in drawing people in the way that I am, then references are your friend. Search up things like "man holding knife" or "woman taking off sweater" or what have you and study the search images to get a good understanding of the pose/scene you want to sketch. If realism isn't your thing, then you do you babe! I'm sure you'll do great regardless, but if realism is something you want to reflect, PLEASE use references! They help tons.

2) Your art style improves the most when you're not forcing and pressuring yourself to get better. Another reason I think I saw such an improvement over the span of a few months is because over quarantine I drew to relax and just have a good time, not because I had expectations to get somewhere specific in my work. I was just drawing for drawing's sake, and the lack of stress and pressure led me to experiment in different ways and finally settle on something that makes me happy.

remember: art is supposed to be fun! Don't make it a chore for yourself by placing unrealistic expectations like learning still life painting overnight. Just keep drawing, study references, and practice as often as you can, and you'll eventually land exactly where you want to.

I hope this helps! <3

#advice #mryanswers #me #art advice #digital art #artsits on tumblr #illustration

[nunonabun]

@shelaghturnovaturner asked: Turnadette 44? Have loved reading these shorts - brilliant!

#44 …out of lust.

This one’s straight smut, so I’ve shielded your eyes with a cut.

The warm light of the summer afternoon drew out the gold of the waves that tumbled down Shelagh’s neck. Patrick’s fingers recalled the softness of them, their alluring fragrance, the rapid flutter of the pulse they curtained. His lips followed the rivers of her body to their source, resting for a while in that thunderous valley before scaling the mountains rose from it on either side. Then down to the reservoir that now frequently drew on the body’s resources, flushed and throbbing.  

His eyes followed her. She’d felt them all afternoon, hot where her clothes clung to her curves. Shelagh wondered if her joining him in getting the new surgery in order was more hindrance than help. She herself had been less efficient than normal, mind wandering as it caught on the flex of his bare forearms as he wrote and drifting to memory at the sight of his afternoon stubble, such an exciting contrast to- No, this would not do. She resolved to bring it up with him that evening, in a more appropriate locale. For now, she turned to the boxes of patient files, narrowing her mind to the task at hand.

The dark blue fabric stretched tight over her arse, drawing his attention with memories of the firm press of it in the cradle of his hips as he took her frantically, mouths pressed to hands and clothes to muffle their cries.

Shelagh heard a breathless laugh behind her. Upon reflection, bending over may not have been such a good idea.

“You’re doing that on purpose.” He accused, eyes dark but mirthful as he leaned back in his chair.

Shelagh turned to him, eyebrows arched. “I most certainly am not. I wouldn’t... tempt you in a professional environment, Patrick.”

Though she’d become more comfortable expressing her sexuality, she was slightly uneasy being so explicit about his suggestion in his surgery.

He looked slightly abashed. “I’m sorry, I know you want to keep our private life private, and I’m more than happy with that. My mind is just having some difficulty obeying what I tell it to do.”

Shelagh’s thumb unconsciously rubbed her right ring finger, though it had been bare for months now. “Obedience was often a struggle for me when combined with some of my other vows. Especially in my last year.”

Patrick grinned wolfishly. “Oh, don’t worry, my thoughts are perfectly in line with my vows.” She studied him. He looked quite rakish, his craggy face half-shadowed by the flop of his hair.

A wrinkle of curiosity added itself to his brow. “How do you do you get your mind to obey you? Do I have so little an effect on you?”

Shelagh frowned, affronted, and went to perch on his desk. “Patrick, that’s not true, I’m just better at controlling myself. I’ve had to be. It wouldn’t do to be dwelling on our more earthly desires during Lauds, for example.”

“What intruded on Lauds that you had to keep under wraps?” His voice was lower, slightly rough in a way that had quickly become familiar to her in these first few months of marriage. Would it be so wrong to go into it here? It was impossible to separate life into neat little boxes, experiences couldn’t help but meet one another, one running into the next just as the surgery extended up to their flat.

“Dreams I had been woken from, concerning a certain doctor.” Her voice had changed slightly, a low, teasing note breaking down her reserve.

He met her in kind. “You dreamt about me?”

“Nuns are still human, only more strictly governed ones.” She flushed slightly, as though revealing something she ought to have kept secret. But he knew well how human nuns were. Certainly he’d know it in a professional capacity, and he’d become very familiar with it in his personal life.

He held her gaze, seeking to maintain this enticing candour. “What did you dream?”

“I can’t tell you here.” Shelagh’s voice was mildly scandalized. He would have stopped if he’d felt she was uncomfortable, if he’d overstepped a boundary, but her propriety didn’t stop her from enjoying the eroticism of engaging in the personal within a professional space. Her pupils were dilated and he could see in her eyes all of the feeling professionalism denied her.

“Can’t you? Would bringing it into the bedroom be any more appropriate?” It was a genuine question, leading though it was.

“Well, the bedroom was where the... fantasies... took place, in my mind and out. Granted, the bedroom I laid in wasn’t the one I imagined...” She trailed off, curiosity sparking in her gaze.

“Did you have dreams like that? About me, as I was then?”

Patrick took a deep breath, he had been wary of admitting the things he’d thought and dreamed about Sister Bernadette, even though she was now his wife.

He spoke slowly, carefully. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or to,” he gestured vaguely, “disrespect your memory.”

His voice rose on the last word, making his statement almost a question. He ran a hand through his hair, unsure of how to express the respect he wanted to assure her he had for the different phases of her life.

Unexpectedly she leaded down, kissing him urgently. He wasted no time in responding, running a hand up her thigh as she parted his lips.

Shelagh pulled back abruptly, her eyes as sharp and focussed as his thoughts were muddled.

“Is it exciting to you, to think of me as a religious sister, knowing me as you do now?” She thrust her notions of neatly delineated feelings and actions away, frustrated by the grip those rules still had on her.

“Yes,” he breathed, reticence gone in a wash of desire. He tried to pull her back, to lose himself in her once more, but she titled her chin back at the last moment. He closed his eyes, rubbing his nose over hers, entreating her to come closer.

“What would you be thinking now, if I were still Sister Bernadette, and we were in the parish kitchen, uninterrupted.” She murmured, her breath hot on his parted lips.

Shelagh hadn’t quite realized she wanted this, to make past desires flesh, to act out what she’d so vividly imagined all of those torturous months ago.

The corner of his mouth turned up, wising to her game.

“I would be thinking that I want to push up that heavy habit of yours and feel your lovely legs.” She swung her legs over to the other side of the desk, shoes resting on the chair beside his thighs, allowing his hands to mirror his words.

“I would be imagining undoing your stockings,” he did so, tantalizingly slowly, trailing his fingers up the skin he revealed. He bent to place a teasing kiss on her inner thigh before standing to continue uncovering her.

“I was greedy, I wouldn’t stop until I could see all of you, touch all of you.” He slid a strong hand around her waist, leaning her back as he kissed her once more.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him flush with her naked arousal.

He gasped, and she picked up the narrative. “I would want to feel you against me, properly, without your coat,” she pushed it off his shoulders, “and I hardly think your tie would be appropriate in this situation.” She freed him of his tie, shirt and vest with impatient fingers.

He hummed in amusement and nibbled at her ear. “Certainly not.”

Her breath was coming in short pants, her head spinning as his clever fingers found her sensitive folds, and the delicate bud at their apex.

She leaned back for a moment, twining her hands in his hair and kissing him deeply as she revelled in his attentions.

He bit her lip, drawing her back to their play.

“I would still be curious about the doctor’s anatomy. I would be shy, but feeling it against my leg,” he pressed against her obligingly, “I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.”

“God, I want want you.” He groaned as she unzipped his trousers and cupped him in her hand, stroking him firmly through the cotton of his underpants. He got rid of those impediments hastily, returning his hands to her hips to pull her close.

She let out a guttural cry as he thrust into her. Their kisses were frantic and sloppy, rushed, as though they might be discovered at any minute.

“Sister, oh, please yes,” he gasped out endearments and entreaties as she rocked forcefully against him, one hand gripping his arse. He was shocked by the passion her habit concealed and he didn’t want this to end. They couldn’t burn long, by god did they burn bright.

His hand was hot on her hip, thumb stroking over its hard ridge as he pounded into her. Ecstasy lit every nerve ending and she abandoned herself to it, clasping the doctor she didn’t dare think of as hers close as her body burst into flame.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, muscles snapping and jerking back to attention as euphoria overtook him.

They came down slowly, limbs weak with pleasure. He looked to her, fleetingly worried she might regret this, but she met his gaze with clear-eyed satisfaction and he felt a lightness settle in his chest. There was no shame between them, nothing they couldn’t explore together so long as they wanted to.

#call the midwife #shelagh turner #patrick turner #turnadette #ctm fanfic

[resonatingfern]

How to set up your sister and your boss (part 1?)

I originally wrote most of this a couple months ago just for @cousinslavellan and I, because it’s fun and why not. I added a bit more today and figured I’d share it. Set in the coffee shop au her and I share, and featuring a ton of both of our characters and some cannon ones as well.

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For once Amwyl wasn’t late for his coffee date with Leilani. The older sylvari, who had all but taken on the role of his big sister, wasn’t even in the cafe when he walked in. Silently congratulating himself, he made his way to the counter to place his order. Synneva was working today, he saw with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Braham too, and Amwyl spent a moment chatting with him while he ordered.

“How’s your girlfriend?” he asked, leaning on the counter and idly drumming his finger along the edge. “I see her sometimes in the halls, but she’s always running off before I can say hi.”

“She’s probably chasing after some risen,” Braham answered with a laugh. “But she’s good. We, uh, we’re getting kind of serious, I think.”

“Yeah?” Amwyl said, his eyes shining. He leaned across the counter and fondly punched Braham’s shoulder and smiled. “Good for you, dude! Hey, I’ll tell you a secret about sylvari anatomy, okay? If you -“

“This is a family friendly cafe.”

Elina’s voice interrupted Amwyl and Braham’s conversation as she walked by, a stack of mail in her hands. She gave the two of them a long glare, ending when she shut the door to her office behind her.  

Amwyl burst out laughing, both at the embarrassed look on Braham’s face and the absurdity of the moment. Once he recovered he waved his hand and pushed away from the counter.

“I’ll tell you later,” he promised, and walked over to his usual table set in a sunny window by the door. He liked to watch the people walk by outside, though it often distracted him from whatever he was supposed to be studying at any given time.

A few minuted later Synneva strolled over, her hips swaying with the movement in a way that drew Amwyl’s eyes to her. She stopped at his table and set down a mug of steaming coffee, the scent of butterscotch and marshmallow wafting off and filling his nose. He took a deep breath and sighed, then looked up at the barista with an appreciative smile.

“If I wasn’t, like, madly in love with Lea I would kiss you, Syn.”

Synneva raised her eyebrows and leaned in close, her lips almost brushing against his ear. Her breath was nearly as hot as the coffee, but no where near as sweet.

“I would eat you alive,  sweetheart,” she said, and Amwyl shivered all the way down to his toes. He couldn’t decide if that was a threat or a promise, and he chuckled nervously when she grinned and walked away. He heard Braham’s snort of laughter across the room and like always it left Amwyl filled with fond feelings for his friend and the little world they made for themselves here in the cafe.

A while passed as he sipped at his drink — overly sweet, low on the actual amount of caffeine after a ban had been instilled for him specifically. His mind wandered, mostly to thoughts of Lea and what he was doing right now. Probably teaching a lab, Amwyl thought. And that led to more thoughts of Lea, these ones he would get lectured from Elina again if he voiced.

Before he knew it Leilani was walking through the door and slipping into a seat across from him, her hair tied loose behind at her neck and trailing over one shoulder. Amwyl greeted her with his usual exuberant smile, answered by a more subtle one of her own.

“You’re on time,” she said, laughter playing just behind her eyes. “I’m impressed.”

“Well, you know,” Amwyl answered with shrug. “Last time you said you’d tell Nettle why I really missed his class last month, so.”

Leilani did laugh this time, and Amwyl couldn’t help but join in. The spent a while catching up — her asking him about his classes and his band, him explaining why he thought mid-terms and finals were unfair, and it wasn’t entirely his own fault that he had failed his golemancy 101 class.

It was nice, to sit and talk and forget about the responsibilities that nagged at him for an afternoon. Leilani was always a good listener, and Amwyl more than eager to tell her everything. She stopped him when he started to ramble about Lea, though, arguing that she still didn’t think it was quite right he was dating someone who directly affected his grades.

He was about to protest when the chime above the cafe door went off and a familiar face stepped in. Amwyl immediately forgot what it was he intended to say and jumped from his seat instead.

“Hey Eskel!”

The large norn — and he was large, even by norn standards — looked down at Amwyl and his expression softened into one of gentle fondness. He shifted the parcel held under his arm and used the other to wrap the young sylvari into a half hug.

“Afternoon, Amwyl,” he said, his voice smooth and deep. “I didn’t expect to see you around here on your day off.”

“I come here all the time now,” Amwyl answered, and kindly took one of the stacked boxes outside the cafe door, full to the brim with fresh veggies, inside. “I thought delivery was tomorrow though?”

“Just getting it done early. The weather is supposed to be fine tomorrow, so I’m taking the twins on a little trip instead.”

Amwyl nodded and helped to carry the supplies behind the counter, handing them off to Braham. Once he was done remembered with a shock that Leilani was still there, probably waiting for him.

“Ah, sorry Lei,” he said, and walked back to the table with a sheepish grin that evolved into something brighter the more his mind worked. He glanced back at Eskel, finishing up a sheet of paperwork for Elina.

“Let me introduce you to my boss,” he added. “He’s great. He doesn’t think my dating Lea is weird.”

Leilani just rolled her eyes, but stood anyway. She followed him back to the counter, where Eskel was finishing up a small stack of paperwork for the delivery. He patted the top when he was done, and pushed it across the wood for Elina to pick up later.

“Eskel, this is my sister,” Amwyl introduced, tugging Leilani’s hand to force a step closer. He noticed then how small she looked next to the norn, and he shot a quick knowing glance to Braham.  “Well. Kind of my sister. Leilani, this is Eskel.”

Eskel offered a large hand for Leilani to shake, her own disappearing entirely in his grip. He let it go after a brief moment, and gave her a warm, welcoming smile Amwyl was certain he’d never seen before.

“Nice to meet you, Leilani,” he said. “It’s a good thing to know Amwyl has someone looking out for him when he’s not at my ranch.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Amwyl asked, though any indignation he felt was instantly wiped away when he noticed the faint brightening of Leilani’s glow. He nudged her in what he thought was a subtle motion, then pretended to check his phone.

“Hey, I gotta go,” he lied. “I’ll be late for a study group. Lei, why don’t you finish your coffee with Eskel? Ask him about his dolyaks.”

Leilani was halfway through opening her mouth to interject that there was no way Amwyl was part of any study groups when he gave her a quick hug, waved to Eskel, and skipped out of the cafe. The chime above the door rang as it shut behind him, filling the suddenly awkward silence between the norn and the sylvari.

“I think I would enjoy a cup of coffee,” Eskel said once the sound faded. “If you wouldn’t mind my company?”

Despite her urge to run out the door and strangle her brother, Leilani stood her ground and even relaxed her shoulders a bit and finally nodded. There was no denying the slight pull she felt towards Eskel, and Amwyl must have noticed it, too.

“Of course. I don’t mind at all.”

#my writing #yes cass i added to it!! #choya coffee au #oc: amwyl #oc: eskel #oc: synneva

[ravenbloodau]

The Voyages Of Ker'Tak and Skye Episode 2: Departure

Now, Ker'Tak and Skye had gotten along for quite awhile. Not six months ago had Ker'Tak's ship arrived on Earth, and not six months ago had the Human Skye befriended Ker'Tak in a rather peculiar way.

On instinct, they got along. In logic, that wasn't always the case.

"Ker'Tak, I honestly don't get it! Why can't they talk to one another and get it over with?" Human Skye asked during her training with her new phaser.

"Stay focused!" Ker'Tak called, "If you do not pass this exam, they will not allow you on the Starship."

"I am focused!" Skye called back as she shot down the rest of the targets. Her accuracy was lethal, "I just want to understand what makes this conflict tick."

"Very good," Ker'Tak complimented Skye, who was more impatient than ever, "This conflict is especially important because of the prey-predator relationship between the two species. One greatly fears the other, while the other wishes strict dominance and is bargaining for a one-sided agreement."

"So prey can't stand up to predator, predator wants to take advantage of that fear?" Skye asked as she holstered her phaser.

"Precisely," Ker'Tak nodded as she approached them.

"Ah, you see that makes more sense," Skye nodded as she registered her weapon and her personelle code into the computer.

Ker'Tak nodded as they made their way to the medbay, where each Skye was being taught medicine under Ker'Tak.

They had watched her take to the practice quiet easily, memorizing and practicing diagnoses, learning symptoms, performing low-risk surgeries, learning anatomy and biological factors.

Ker'Tak was rather proud of bringing this youngling into the feild of medical sciences.

Skye was quietly taking on one of the greatest mysterious illnesses of the Universe, one that plagued the Si'Nain's.

"Ker'Tak," A week seemed to fly by, "Ker'Tak come look at this," Skye was inviting them over to look into a petri dish she had grown for the week.

"Is this what you've been working on?" Ker'Tak peered over their student's shoulder.

"Yep, it looks more like a bacterial infection rather than a virus as you suspected. The rate of reproduction and the number of colonies suggests it's airborne. It's possible to take care of it with a few antibiotics, but which kind would be most effective?" Skye started theorizing.

"Erm, Human Skye?" Ker'Tak got her attention just as she got up to pace, "If we've been treating this as a viral infection, it's possible humans may be at risk to catch this. We've been administering a vaccine for it."

Skye looked over and shrugged.

"Actually, I had the shot, turns out that it's one of our kinds stomach flora, very rarely can it hurt us, so we'll feel little affect, and as soon as I can draw up an antibacterial that won't hurt Si'Nains, I daresay it'll hardly be a problem anymore," Skye chuckled as she continued to pace, "In fact, with your antivirals, and our antibacterials, we may have found the solution to 85% of illnesses within the Universe, at least for the time being."

Ker'Tak nodded, "You never seem to focus on the details, everything is in a bigger picture. You humans perplex me.."

Skye looked up.

"Well, yea. If I were constantly focused on the details, I might miss what the bigger picture might have to show me, or what I could learn from other peices of the picture," Skye explained, "It's better to have a balance. To see the bigger picture and to focus on the details, but never selecting one in complete priority over the other."

Ker'Tak nodded, understandably a bit baffled by Skye's untimely wisdom. After all, she was 17 Earth years. Yet still oddly wise for her age, even in comparison to Ker'Tak. Although approximately 457 Earth Years old, Ker'Tak was the equivalent of a teenager in Si'Nain society.

The two left the lab, talking rather excitedly too, about possible cures, human medicine, Si'Nain cures, life cycles, wise "crack" wisdom.

They passed by other human volunteers, and in an instant Skye would say Hello, then return to her present conversation with Ker'Tak.

Ker'Tak happily listened to her ramble about the endless possibilities of the medical feild, now armed with knowledge that was far beyond her species' own.

"I mean, we could cure cancer! Stop HIV, end most chronic illnesses! Cure allergies!" Skye laughed heartily, "It's an open ocean of possibility Ker'Tak!"

Skye's laughter pinged in Ker'Tak's mind as a happy thing, loud and full.

"So, Human Skye, we disembark from Earth in approximately two Earth days, have you packed all your things?" Ker'Tak changed topics as this moving away from home was weighing on Skye's mind.

"Yep! Everything's already in my new quarters! The Captain said it was surprising how fast I was ready to move out. Honestly I need a change in scenery anyways!" Skye chirped rather cheerful.

Ker'Tak nodded mindfully waiting as Skye jumped ahead. A unique trait in humans was the oddly boundless impatience. Ker'Tak would have to add that to the manual.

She was relentlessly helpful, and open with the crew. Some found her honesty quite alarming, but Skye's endless innocent gaze got them to follow suit.

The departure from Earth was bittersweet for Skye.

"This opens up a new chapter in my life, Ker'Tak. Ooooh! I can't wait to see the stars up close!" Skye's excitement reflected in her squeal-speak.

Ker'Tak chuckled at the enthusiasm. Skye had spirit they had never seen before, they could admit that.

It took 3 months to sort 95% of human issues in space out, and outside of the rough introduction to life star-side, Skye was getting the hang of things.

She soon surpassed Ker'Tak in knowledge and ability, but refused a rank higher than theirs at every offer.

"I may be smart, but I still have plenty to learn from Ker'Tak! Plus, they're a great teacher, and much wiser than I am!" Skye would use the same excuses, even if most of them were no longer true.

So why does she stay? Ker'Tak found themselves pondering, She can't be that naive, can she? I told her everything about the High Council, and she's in her prime to rise to the top of the Council.

"Ker'Tak?" Skye's voice came over the comm. She sounded scared, almost in some kind of pain, "Could you come to my quarters please?"

"On my way," Ker'Tak responded strictly, walking down the halls of the ship post-haste.

They arrived to an open door, and a pained groaning coming from within. The lights above flickered, and torn fabric was strewn about.

"Human Skye?" Ker'Tak called upon entry into the dark room.

"Ker'Tak?" Skye's voice weakly drifted from her bed chamber, "Help.."

Ker'Tak hurried into the room, seeing Skye holding her arm, and tears running down her cheeks as another man stood in front of her.

Ker'Tak called for security.

"YOU BITCH! YOU SAID HE WOULDN'T CALL!" The man hit Skye with a blade, angry and hateful thoughts filled his mind.

This wild rage towards the wounded Skye insulted Ker'Tak. They watched as the man knocked Skye out, and as this stranger turned towards Ker'Tak.

"YOU BASTARD!" The man was clearly drunken, but Ker'Tak paid no mind to this fact. In fact, they felt an inexplicable need to protect young Skye. Ker'Tak felt...Close to her, in some way, as a friend. They had felt this pack bond to her grow stronger over the past nine months, as they had to come to know her on a personal level one would save for family, lovers, even, in Si'Nain society.

Skye was like Ker'Tak's little sister at this point.

Ker'Tak drew up his personal defensive weapon (PDW), and readied themselves for the man's attack.

The man swung low, striking Ker'Tak along his abdomen with the blade. Ker'Tak opened fire and stunned the man.

The thud of the man's body called attention to the room.

Ker'Tak carefully took up the unconscious Skye in their arms, muttering to themselves on how naive Skye had been to trust an inebriated man like that.

She shuddered in their arms as security came and took the man to a holding cell for the evening.

"Skye, you've got to stop being so-" Ker'Tak stopped talking. Something heavy was on Skye's mind, they could feel it in their sudden change in pitch.

"Please, just..Take me to the medbay," She whimpered. Ker'Tak felt their face go hot, enraged now.

The human concept of revenge is far from what Ker'Tak would call their next set of actions.

The Captain stared down the Doctor.

"You could have slaughtered that man," The Captian started harshly, "Doctor Ker'Tak, tell me what provoked such violent transgression against Human Gabriel."

Ker'Tak stood at attention. They weren't sure how to word this. So they reported the incident before the further harm of Gabriel.

The Captain perked up in interest upon learning of Gabriel's transgressions against Skye and Ker'Tak. The Captain sighed and nodded.

"I understand. Ker'Tak, you cannot take justice like that into your own hands. You are a Doctor, and although you have every right to defend yourself and your student, next time leave the reprimands and punishments of such crimes to me. Revenge is reckless," The Captain let Ker'Tak off with a warning, "This will not be going on your record, but please, refrain from such actions in the future."

Ker'Tak nodded, and thanked the Captain before being dismissed from the room.

Ker'Tak returned to the Medbay, the dull throbbing in their abdomen warning them that they would need another regenerate soon.

They pushed it out of their mind as they saw a frazzled human Skye trying to keep up with everything headed her way.

Ker'Tak took her by the shoulders and carefully leaned down. She froze, suddenly terrified.

"It's just me, Human Skye," Ker'Tak noticed her breathing get noticeably easier.

"Ah, thank god. Another regenerate right?" Skye asked them.

"Yes," Ker'Tak nodded and Skye handed them the injector.

She walked away, trying to keep herself busy. Being hurt the way she had just been wasn't something so easily brushed aside.

"Skye, take your break," Ker'Tak offered. She shook her head.

"No, I have to do better. I need to keep it together and to keep going. This is just a bad day. I can get over it," Skye sounded like she was lying to herself.

Ker'Tak shook their head, looking down at the bandages wrapped around her arms, and the bruises showing up on her face.

Ker'Tak walked over, picked Skye up from where she was standing, laid her down on a cot, and sat beside her.

"Rest. You're badly hurt. And dehydrated from all the crying," Ker'Tak scolded Skye half heartedly.

Skye sat there a moment, then reluctantly rolled onto her side. Quickly, she found herself dozing into a restless sleep, terrified and on edge..

Until the warmth of a friendly hug from behind calmed her down.

The first true lesson Ker'Tak kept in mind from that evening?

Not even humans can always trust those of their own kind, and all will resort to violence to either protect themselves or get what they want. Si'Nians were lucky they found a teenager to make first contact with.

Fear, hatred and ignorance are the enemy.

-High Council of Planets Rule Of Conduct #10

#writing #long post #humams are space orcs #space #sci-fi #aliens #aliens are confused #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #violence #tw violence #tw suggested abuse #tw alchoholism #tw alcohol #tw alchohol mention #tw abuse #partnership #compainionship #the voyages of ker'tak and skye #friendship #pack bonding #tw cursing #cursing #tw yelling #yelling #anger #frustration #rough beginnings

[yutadori]

sunlight 🌸

going to be a combi of two days instead of one because ive been . doing nothing dkddkd

1. went to the chiropractor the other day and it's honestly been such a life saver!! it's been a day since and my back hasn't been hurting that much and im so thankful omg

2. i had kashi honey flavored cereal and strawberries yesterday and today (~: it was so good and refreshing, thank you

3. it's been really sunny lately and i just really love the way the natural light has been lighting up my room it's so so pretty and it feels so nice <3

4. ive been talking about it here but ! ive been watching ccs lately and im really enjoying it, like a lot more than i thought i would!!! the charas are so fun and wholesome and adorable ))): it's honestly what ive needed esp after going through school,,,, thank you

5. oohh my friend got me lavender scented hand cream for my birthday a few weeks ago and !! ive been using it here and there lately and it smells sooooo good it's so calming omg

6. i don't remember what day this was... friday ? but anyway, i ordered a mihashi charm a few months ago and it arrived recently!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕 i was so surprised when i saw that an artist i follow still made oofuri merchandise!! 0: the style is so cute he looks so adorable omg im so 💕💕💕

7. oohh i haven't really ? been drawing Too much lately but i drew quite a bit tonight and it made me really happy (~: i focused more on drawing anatomy and they didn't turn out so bad !!

8. it's 1 am... im thinking about drawing for a bit and then going to sleep hopefully ! early ! before 2 0:

9. OH ALSOOO the promare long sleeve that i ordered a few months back is arriving soon and im sooooo excited omg

#aaa im so happy with the mihashi charm (''': #i bought abe some time after i purchased the mihashi charm so that shoulf be arriving soon yaaaay #also im thinking of making bbt again tomorrow.... djdkdmd #i think im satisfied w the way ive been making it ! #sl #ive missed doing these... i was thinking about the last anon that msged me about how they like my sunlight posts and #that made me 💕💕💕

[diceerickson]

Oh gosh this is so old… I’ve done this maybe a few months ago. 😬 I’ve improved so much since anatomy wise! Anyways, I’ve kept it on the low, but since I finished the series I’m happy to say I’m obsessed with Generator Rex! It was a series I loved as a kid and still love now. It’s truly amazing and fun! So sad that the fandom is almost non-existent, but hopefully it’ll thrive again. Now that I looked at Tumblr again, I am seeing that it’s more popular on here than insta, but still not thriving. I only see maybe 5 or less consistent artists…

ALSO This is my very first sketch dump!! I’m so happy :) I never really done one. Like I said previously, this was a few months ago so I see quite some flaws that make me cringe, but I thought it was worth sharing anyways! I’ll post the smaller posts separately thanks to insta’s cropping.

I do not own Generator Rex or its characters! They belong to Man Of Action. The producers of Generator Rex were Cartoon Network studios, Ryan Slater, and John Fang. I simply draw fanart and nothing more! 

Under this is proper crediting and the terms of use of my art. If you feel like you should look over this, read more! :D 

DON’T repost my art.

DON’T steal my art/ DON’T claim it’s yours.

DON’T trace my art.

DON’T color/edit/or alter my art.

DON’T sell my art.

DON’T use my art for youtube videos if you are making money off them. My art ISN’T for your benefit! If you are wanting to use my art for a video on YouTube like a voice over or just cute lil video edit, AS LONG AS YOU DON’T MAKE A PROFIT OFF IT AND GIVE ME CREDIT then I am all good with that. (Please link me too!)

If you want to use my art as a reference, go ahead! Let’s say I drew a pose you just love, then yes go ahead! Or let’s say you love how I drew the eyes, sure reference it! References are natural! Okay, every artist references, but what is NOT acceptable is when you COPY MY WORK! Don’t draw anything EXACTLY like how I draw it, that is plagiarism. JUST CREDIT ME.

If you have any questions about my art, please just note me. I am not hard to contact with.

#generator rex #rex #rex salazar #salazar #sketch dump #sketch #cn #cartoon network #man of action #fanart #my art

[joya-loves]

2009 vs 2019

DISCLAIMER: i took a huge art break between 2011 (formally 2011 - kept drawing till 2013 with little to no improvements) and 2019. i only recently started again. and ho my gosh. so, some of this stuff never made it to my tumblr - some did - you can see it in my archive, lol.

i quit drawing in 2013 due to personal, terrible reasons. i compared myself to accomplished, famed artists; i refused to use reference for things i thought i could do myself, and failed ofttimes which set my confidence plummeting further; i was battling a personal vendetta against tracing/copying and art theft (not even of my work. i just took issues with people i knew who was 100% guilty of art theft and not sourcing referenced poses and it affected my work - it fed into my stubborn refusal to use references); i was not in a good state of mind in 2011-2013 due to a failing relationship and depression. and hey, i’m still on that train, but medication and my current partner has helped tremendously.

i’m drawing again. it’s not much, but it’s honest work something i’m personally proud of, despite not being a ‘good’ time to improve but that’s ok. i’ve learned not to get too attached to my work, to draw anything and everything even if it’s not my usual subject matter. and it has helped a lot. i’m by no means an expert, but that’s my take.

the journey was somewhat ironic in a way. i never stopped collecting art books. i stopped buying manuals like anatomy to draw, but i still loved reading manga and art showcases, and who doesn’t save images they like to their hard drive? i never stopped doing that. and i’m kinda glad i never lost it. a few months ago i attempted to draw my d&d character - tangentially related but an Oath of Vengeance Paladin - but i looked at my first attempt and went, i can do better than that. so i tried another time. then i gave up and found a picture i liked that someone drew of Corvo Attano way more of him. and so i settled, but that feeds into the next thing.

before this, i had a dream i was drawing again and i was fairly happy with my work. so if anything, i’m aiming for that ledge - the level of ‘i’m pretty happy with this. let’s make the next one better. i’ll draw these folds/fix the hair/try my hand at backgrounds and not hate it.’ so yeah. that is my story! hopefully, in all the years in absentia, i can seek that level of attainment as an end goal.

#art story #2009 vs 2019 #my art story #wow this got long #art break #art block #quit drawing #art improvement #i cri #thank you to everyone who has talked to me about starting art again #or just improving in general #absolute sweetheart #art #art on tumblr #art on instagram

[i-draws-dinosaurs]

Well, here’s a new sauropod that I for one am very excited about. Or at least, it was new a couple months ago when I drew this then saved this post as a draft and then promptly forgot about it. But it’s still cool and I still want to talk about it and you can’t stop me.

Anyway, this is Lingwulong shenqi, a dicraeosaurid sauropod with a name that I couldn’t pronounce properly with a gun to my head, much to my friend @hopelessvelleity‘s endless amusement / pain. Lingwulong is a fascinating dinosaur for several reasons. For a start, it’s the first diplodocoid so far to have been discovered in Asia. Not content with just one record, Lingwulong decided to be an overachiever and is also from about 175 million years ago, making it the oldest diplodocoid ever discovered, period. Not only does this push back the theoretical origin of diplodocoids back like 15 million years, it also places dicraeosaurids as an early-branching member of the group.

For anyone who’s not familiar with dicraeosaurids, they’re a group of diplodocoid sauropods typically distinguished by their relatively short necks and high vertebral spines on their backs, which would have looked like some sort of sail / hump / ridge thing in life. 

Here’s a restoration of Brachytrachelopan, another dicraeosaurid, by palaeoartist C M Kosemen (@cmkosemenillustrated). It’s surprisingly hard to find good palaeoart of these guys.

The thing about dicraeosaurids, though, is that they were generally considered pretty later arrivals to the diplodocoid family, only really diversifying at the end of the Jurassic and living on into the Early Cretaceous after most diplodocoids died out. Given their specialised anatomy and late appearance in the fossil record, it was assumed the dicraeosaurids didn’t evolve until relatively late in the sauropod family tree.

Here’s the timeline from the description by Xing et. al. See how Lingwulong shows up like 10 million years before any other diplodocoid like some sort of weirdo?

Not only that, but diplodocoids belong to a larger group of sauropods called neosauropods that also includes macronarians (like titanosaurs and brachiosaurs), and Lingwulong is not only the oldest diplodocoid found, but also the oldest of any neosauropod ever found. This basically results in pushing the evolutionary origin of this massive group of sauropods back at least fifteen million years, quite possibly more.

Well done, Lingwulong. You singlehandedly dismantled our entire timeline of neosauropod evolution and you’re so cool we can’t even be mad.

Also, the description of Lingwulong is online and open access, entitled ‘A new Middle Jurassic diplodocoid suggests an earlier dispersal and diversification of sauropod dinosaurs’. Does it, Xing et. al.? Does it really?

#art #dinosaur #lingwulong #sauropod #palaeoart #palaeontology #palaeoblr #wow this post ended up being way longer than I intended #that's all of my posts though tbh #science #digital art