#this is the first time ive drawn price

[bluegiragi]

mission start!

gain early access to all my content on patreon!

#took a tiny break from this comic to finish some jobs but im back into it #someone on patreon said that theyre like charlie's angels but more murderous #someone ELSE on tiktok said they looked like mean girls #which would make ghost regina george for what its worth #both interpretations hold water #also i sorta see this as starting a new arc in the saga #post-locker-room-tryst #interesting dynamics to explore #im very excited #ALSO #this is the first time ive drawn price #isnt that fucking nuts #im sorry it took me so long to get to the resident dilf #i love barry sloane so much #anyway #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #konig #captain john price #ghostsoap #ghostsoapkonig #soapbox saga

[d1nob0nes]

c!jack manifold if he had swag

#jack manifold #jack manifold fanart #c!jack manifold #based off jack's price is right fit #this is the first time ive drawn him in ages

[ladytauria]

the sweetness of honey

Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Rating: Explicit Words: 51,528 Chapters: 6/?

Content Warnings: Underage, Age Gap, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Reverse Robins, Unhealthy Relationships Portrayed Positively, Explicit Sexual Content

Jason tries to sell off his first heat to make ends meet for the upcoming winter. When he’s taken by traffickers instead, he’s sure that’s the end of him—until he’s rescued by a mysterious alpha. That “rescue” comes with a price: Jason’s heat hits shortly after, and… one thing leads to another, and now Jason and Tim are bound together by a fledgling mate bond. It’s not the first time Jason’s had to make the best of things, but… he finds it a little bit easier this time, especially as he grows to genuinely like Tim. Unfortunately, just as Jason is starting to settle into mated life, Tim’s ex-pack starts getting involved, and they don’t exactly approve of Tim’s choice in mate...

My first longfic for DC! This is a highly self-indulgent Reverse Robins AOB AU. It started as a 15k one-shot, but after some encouragement, turned into... this: the slow exploration of a developing relationship.

A list of posted chapters & a summary of them is below the cut. Each chapter has content warnings in the Top Notes <3 Please mind them, and the fic tags!

I hope you guys enjoy—or keep enjoying xD—this fic as much as I do! <3

chapter list

i. a five hundred dollar lure

Jason intends to trade his first heat for enough money to survive Gotham's upcoming winter. He's picked up by traffickers instead.

ii. a gift, pretty and bruised

The leader of the trafficking group decides to give Jason as a gift to a mysterious alpha. Jason is strangely drawn to him.

iii. dousing the flame

Jason's heat comes. Tim's willpower is tested--and fails.

iv. the dawn of a new normal

Three days later, Jason's heat fog dissipates. He finds himself sporting a brand-new mate bite on his neck.

v. prescription: communication

Tim takes Jason to see Leslie, and then the two finally have a much needed talk.

vi. a little bit of spoiling

Jason and Tim have a pleasant day out... and then a less than pleasant night in.

#the sweetness of honey #aob dubcon fic #jaytim #timjay #dcu #batcest #tauriawritesfanfic #tauriawritessmut

[meowmeowriley]

Hi! First ask ever and English is not my native language so sorry if i mess up something or sound strange.

Please, i need to know more about 4, 5, 9, 12 and 13 of your wip list. Anything you want to tell because i am frothing at the mouth at all of them but 4, 5, 9, 12 and 13 in particular.

Thank you thank you thank you! I'll give you a little bit of each of those fics! ❤

4) Oh, Brother. Funny thing about this fic, it was supposed to be a one-shot 😅 too many people liked it though, so I had to keep going. I actually just uploaded a new chapter today! A little summary - Soap and Ghost's families think they need help getting together, so they organize an aquarium date! (Plot twist, they did not need the help, but they loved the excuse to be around one another) It was my first attempt at keeping the boys in character, I think I've done okay.

5) I Don't Think We're in Space Anymore. Oh look at that, another one that was supposed to be a one-shot. Honestly this fic is the one I've put the most effort into. There's a ton of art linked to the fic, drawn by myself and my friend. Ive even been working on a hand written Journal for Soap for this AU. Pictures of those pages are in the fic, and here on Tumblr. Ghost is a shape-shifting alien, and Price decides to keep him. He's violent and destructive, and he's viciously protective of his team. Gaz and Ghost bond over star gazing, Ghost and Soap are both insanely horny for one another, and Laswell pretends she's not as attached to Ghost and his alien quirks as she actually is. (She loves him dearly.)

9) Is That Gonna be a Problem? This is the fic that was supposed to be my first attempt to write a realistic and in character version of the boys, but then Oh, Brother happened. In it, Ghost had met Johnny and his twin sister Jenny when they were kids, and decided to reconnect as an adult. It's going to follow Simon and the MacTavish twins as they get to know each other, and eventually how Simon and Johnny got together. And then of course, the 141 learning that they were together the whole time.

12) Outlaw Outta Time. I absolutely love Red Dead Redemption 2. One day I had the thought that Dutch Van der Lind would absolutely love Phillip Graves, and the idea grew from there. Its gonna have Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Rodolfo getting mixed up with the Van der Lind gang, looking for Graves, and trying to go home. All the while Arthur watches (established relationship) Ghost and Soap, and is jealous because he's been pining after a certain clumsy photographer (Albert Mason) but won't allow himself to have him. This story is another that I want to make a Journal for Soap, and also one for Arthur, so it's going to be a hell of a lot of work, and I'm excited for it! 😁

13) This one, I have the least for you. It doesn't have a name, all I have is the idea. I myself use they/it pronouns, and I honestly think Ghost would too. For this fic, Ghost would've been born female, had top surgery, and takes testosterone. Ghost is aware they present male, and therefore never corrects anyone for using male pronouns. Soap is straight. He's sure of it. Except Ghost gets him all hot and bothered. He's not sure how to feel about that. This fic is absolutely gonna end with Ghost riding Soap.

Thank you again for the ask! I hope this was sufficient, but if it wasn't, let me know!

#cod mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #fanfic #ao3 #text post #call of duty #trans!Ghost #agender!Ghost #rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan/albert mason

[starii-lins]

IM OPENING COMMISSIONS!!

this is purely to fund my dca addiction, its not a problem i swear /hj

There will be 5 requests at once (so i dont overwhelm myself) Payment/commission details below :] Info here may change, this is my first time so pls be nice-

Slots open: 5

If interested, DM me about the details of your commission here (pls feel free to be as detailed as you want, infodump even, it helps! /gen) and if you have any questions or special requests, don't be afraid to ask! Drawings will hopefully be done in 2-3 weeks, and if not feel free to yell at me

Payment: Touch N Go (MYR/RM (i will DM)), Ko-fi (USD)

Doodles & Sketches: Full price upfront, send proof

Coloured & Comics: I will send a concept sketch, and once agreed on, send proof of payment

Edit:

Ive also decided to accept commissions for donations to Palestine as well. Any donation (worth the same prices as the usual commissions) can be used to request something drawn according to the price given for the normal commissions! Screenshots of proof must be given, and donations must be to a credible charity or family in need etc.

Here are some links to info and the donations I will be accepting:

I will be open to discussion/negotiation if you can't donate the exact amount, just lmk beforehand :]

#commission #my art #i can be trusted with income guys dw #handling money is kinda scary- #ill make it through #my first big girl post /hj

[fauna-a]

IV The Tower

During all the time Ptolemy had been in the Other Place, he had not been scared, at all: he had felt such exhilarating freedom, comparable to nothing so far.

Ptolemy had never had difficulty to acknowledge his fragility, his being vulnerable to diseases and much frailer than his peers; he knew to be lucky, being born in the royal family, where he didn’t have to do as much as lift a finger. But he also knew to not be interested in physical strength, so his frailty was never an issue for him.

Until he had gone and come back from the Other Place.

He felt as if he had stones instead of limbs; every breath was painful. He was laying supine inside the pentacle he himself had drawn and then broken hours (days?) before and he couldn’t get up.

Ptolemy took a deep breath, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his ribs and the surging fear. It was silly, he had not been scared before pronouncing the words of the backward summoning because he knew Rekhyt would have been on the other side, and had not feared the elemental walls nor of the chaos raging around him… He had not feared even his cousins nor the assassins.

Fear or not fear, however, he couldn’t stay laying there forever.

Ptolemy tried to put his strength on his arms and legs, but he didn’t receive an answer. He tried to look at his body and for the first time could glimpse his hands.

It wasn’t good.

But it wasn’t good staying there and wallowing in self-pity, too: he knew there would have been consequences. Even if he didn’t tell Rekhyt about it, Ptolemy knew there was the possibility to not survive a journey like this. Instead, he was alive, even if with some difficulty, and he was inside a pentacle. So. So he could call Rekhyt.

His body was just a little price to pay: Ptolemy knew that from that day on everything would be different.

#and then it wasn't #:'( #bartprompts24 #bartimaeus prompt week 24 #bartimaeus trilogy #bartimaeus sequence #ptolemy #the tower

[anaquariusfox]

No shade towards this user! But I would actually love to address this statement or thought process.

(And its actually £37 for you!)

But nonetheless, there are many things to consider when you’re criticizing an artist for the price of their works and here are a few!

How much time goes into the process of a piece(s)!

For example, I made not only one zine, but two in the span of 7 months. While working a 40+ hour a week active job. So all my free time was consumed with this zine. You may think $43 is a lot for a zine, but I am just one person make a whole NSFW zine. I wasn’t one of 20+ artists and fic writers putting one piece into a whole zine. And I won’t undervalue myself and my time! Also, most of my commissions, for one custom piece, cost more than not only my nsfw zine, but both my zines combined.

How much time goes into the technically side of the piece(s) (I.e. creating the actual zine with printing companies and sizing and resizing, and shipping and handling artists usually handle themselves)

For myself, it was hours and hours of file converting and resizing and in the end it still didn’t look good in zine previews, that’s why I decided to go digital.

The exclusivity of the artwork(s)

You’ll find a lot of things of this nature are either limited time products or exclusive to the product itself! For example, all my pieces in my NSFW zine, are for the zine supporters only, as well as my SFW being half favorite pieces and half new, zine exclusive pieces!

The content of said artwork(s)

My zine for example, is a “taboo” type of artwork, it’s basically a book full of porn. Not a lot of artist draw porn and even less nsfw artist, share it on social media! But here I am, sharing a whole exclusive zine of porn for two lovable characters! Oh, and as trans characters haha. They’re t4t in my zine because I draw the representation I want through my favorite characters!

* And in the end really! *

You’ve got to understand, as artists, we are putting out so much free content on social media. Whether it’s every day, every other day, once a week or once a month. You, as a consumer of our work, get free content (both old and new), all for free! Is that not wild?! For example, people pay $10 a month to see all the porn I’ve ever drawn on Patreon on then get to see the latest porn and sfw stuff I post! Ive been told by so many friends that I should charge more even! But that’s not the point of this post.

Artists could never share again, or put their craft and skills behind a massive paywall, but we love sharing and putting art into the world, cause fuck, a world without art would kill me. I literally love scrolling through my social media and seeing all my mutuals and artists I follow share their work and interests through art. I love seeing their minds work and what they felt so proud of to share it with the world.

And on top of that, if you think something is a bit too high in price, just remember all the free content the artist puts out, remember what art piece you love the most from them and why you followed them in the first place maybe! And by purchasing an item(s) from them, is a way of showing them support for all the joy their art has brought you 🫶😊 and just supporting artists in general vs large corporations who usually underpay their artists or just straight up steal art.

**In the end, I won’t undervalue my time and skill for a quick sale cause I’ve had people happily support me at the prices they are and I’m so grateful te for them.**

*** No artist should undervalue their work! We have a skill and took time to create this skill and study our skill to become better and better 🫶***

I do hope that anyone with the same mind set as this user, might have a new POV on the artists side/ BTS side of an artist and content creator when judging their prices.

#artists #art #text #I was just having this conversation with my mutual! who #when I was going to support the whole set of plushies and keychains #but couldn’t it was like $200 usd #so I asked if I could do the 2 plushies and 2 keychains instead #and he said he wished he could lower the prices but just couldn’t #and I said nah man don’t worry about it! making these cute fucking plushies and charms isn’t cheap! #and I’m happy to support you and get cute lil items in return! #and told him this conversation above and he felt so much better after that #I’m like dude??? you’re putting out so much free content on top of super cute merch like a mf machine! #you price it what it’s worth! don’t undervalue yourself! #and there are even artists out there I just love but couldn’t support their items and merch cause it was just too much! I understand that #but I’d never go to their profile and say wow? $70 for a plushie? :/ / #cause I understand the work and time that goes into making it and producing a product!

[chipsonthemenu]

a post about an au i made, made for the wonderous bee @wings-of-flying @mystery-binds-me hope you enjoy

tw for mentions of body horror , derealization , death , implied s3lf-h4rm/svicide and probably more i cant think of someone lmk please god

so simply put the idea started when i was listening to portals by melanie martinez for the first time and thought "huh. i could make a jrwi au out of this." when i heard the contortionist and void especially

it doesnt have a definitive title yet or a set time placement in the timeline but here's the idea i have going:

somehow, one way or another, albatrio ends up in some form of forest. there's this lake or fountain or something and (just think that they had to make a check or something like in ep 21 with the pool thing in that and bizly failed it for chip) chip's drawn to drink from it.

cue my favourite thing ive ever somewhat made: the eldritch horror nightmare water.

bro passes out and jay and gil are just there like "oh. shit. there he goes." and nyorrm think kuba kenta curse. shit horrid nightmares with actual physical effects yippee. chibo wakes up, big dramatic thing where he coughs a bunch and is in super denial that the other two are alive. think ep 97 ending.

and so now chip's in a constant super tired state and we basically have something like 98 where his health deteriorates overtime except sometimes he does in fact fall asleep and the dreams get worse and worse until he's not just coughing and having a physical toll with soreness: he starts coughing up blood and plants and he gets random cuts and scratches absolutely everywhere and has plants growing from them and is, quite visibly, dying.

insert so many scenes of him barely holding on and losing his grip on what's real, what isnt, what's a dream, what's not, if he's awake or if he isnt. sprinkle polypirates in there too. just for myself.

in the end, jay and gil find a way to help him (they think so at least) and chip ushers them both to go and leave him alone. at this point he's like 30 minutes from fucking dying so the other two are hesitant to leave him but he insists that they both go.

you can probably assume what happens next. (he lets himself die. im smiling at you innocently)

gil and jay get back, find him, BIIIIIG dramatic scene of them pissed and upset and full of grief and regret and then gil leaves to go find someone, anyone that could bring chip back.

this bit's a wip but gil goes to someone, maybe niklaus again, maybe some other random guy (if i go this route im thinking of making someone similar to the elephant man from camp here and there in terms of looks & personality) and gets chip back (probably with a price of course. smiles at you)

and so they have chip back, who's permenantly fucked up forever and has a very bad grip on reality now, and they make it out of the nightmare forest and back on their ship :)

thinking about giving it a bad ending though, with the crew helping chip recover and in the end he just cant and. you can assume from here.

so yeah! hope you enjoyed my infodump on this au i put way too much effort into :)

#jay's talk show 🎤 #director's notes 🗒 #i should make a tag for this au #experiencing the horrors 🌿 #yeahh there we go #hope you enjoyed bee smiles at you

[meikostan]

OK finally watching oshi no ko anime, it turns out all i needed was to go outside for like an hour and im normal again

my thoughts under the cut (writing as i watch) (long) (lots of thoughts) (beautiful and true?) (manga reader) (don't read if anime only) (spoilers) (seriously) (i talk alot) (lots of thoughts)

at this point i've reread oshi no ko enough times that even if i didnt already know japanese i could probably make it without the subs SDJLF but its so cool to see lines and panels that im so familiar with brought to life!! i also liked goro's death scene, especially the way they used static and cut between shots. i keep on pulling out my physical copies of onk (well mostly vol 1) and pointing at my screen and the corresponding part of the book like

2. AIIIII little known fact about me is that ai is genuinely my favorite character... WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE SHE DIES IN THE FIRST VOLUME. seriously we only ever get to see her after this when a. her name or demeanor is invoked by another character b. aqua has his numerous mental breakdowns or c. flashbacks (including but not limited to aqua's mental breakdowns). i am always down for ai content!!!

3. its so much easier to ignore the weird vaguely sexual stuff from their babyhood because i know the rest of the series is normal and cool and not into that sort of stuff👍

4. speaking of normal yayayay it's aqua back when he was actually normal and not "normal" :D like he is just a baby. do you think now that oshi no ko is popular people will get into internet arguments about whether you can ethically have aqua as your favorite character post-normalification. actually wait this may already have been happening in the dark depths of some discord server out there.. but i dont use discord so im blissfully unaware

5. OH i dont think ive seen all of the OG b komachi before? or at least not in high detail. epic!

6. infant ruby telling people on the internet "kys" before age 2... truly a model twitter user

7. not gonna lie i havent really ever liked the way babies are drawn here (including manga)... idk their heads just look way too big like adult heads drawn on toddler bodies then ""cutified"". but this is a personal gripe

8. do you think because of infantile amnesia the twins forgot about the whole pretending to be amaterasu moment. do you think miyako still remembers. can you imagine being the foster mother of two kids who you believe to be gods sent to earth. do you think she remembers that she was "charged by the gods with keeping ai's secret" and then aqua. you know.

9. imagine: you married the ceo of a mid production company because you want to date hot men. there are no hot men in sight. you have to watch over one of the idol's twin infant babies. they reveal to you that they are divine messengers of god and also they can speak normally. there are no hot men in sight. you tend to their every need because you don't want divine retribution. you explain the intricacies of the idol industry in detail every couple of days when they complain about the injustices of the world. there are no hot men in sight. you become their foster mom after they witness the traumatic death of their mother, whose secrets you where charged with keeping safe. at least 12 years pass. they never mention any of this again. you manage the idol group one of them is in. there are still no hot men in sight. your name is miyako. every day you wake up.

10. i like how gotanda gives his business card to a toddler. whats he gonna do, call you on his fisher price dial phone? well actually nevermind aqua is probably the only other toddler (alongside ruby) who could make use of a business card

11. KANAA LETS FUCKING GOOOOO but also nothing will ever top 'lick a lying snitch/flick a crying switch'...... nothing ever... :( also taking the opportunity now to say ive always found it hilarious she assumed 'aqua' is his stage name and not his actual legal name, that's how ridiculous it is DSKLFJ

12. sobbing at the ruby ai dance... dont even have that many words i just really like it.. do you guys think ai was thinking about her own mom [& abuse/lack of relationship thereof]? not even just in this scene but in her more serious moments when she's thinking about her kids it's like "i want to make millions so they can go to the nicest schools and have the nicest things" "i want my daughter to dance freely and happily and i will support her in this" which ig can also be excused as 'thats just what a normal parent wants' but idk i like taking into consideration her own past and lack of parental support when looking at the way she tries to raise her children (not that she exactly got a chance to, even while still alive)

13. also i realized at this point that ep 1 is like an hour long not just because of the whole 'we gotta make sure no one drops this before the reveal that shows what this story's actually gonna be about', but also because it would be kinda awkward to have cut any of these scenes out? or not like out completely but like from each other. like if we had ended ep 1 at for example where they do their silly baby dance and go twitter viral (chapter 5 aka the midpoint of vol 1). that wouldve been terrible. but we can't cut it any earlier, or any later. ai's death feels like the natural conclusion to this problem. also i can't really see much of the other sections being stretched out to fit a full episode length being done very well. having ep 1 be a full 90 minutes lets them be as long as they need to be, aka a 1:1 adaptation of the manga.

14. oh boy chapter 9 time

15. i don't have anything to say about ai's outlook that has not already been said but this is the scene that made her my favorite character. not being able to tell at what point your lies become reality.. not really knowing if you've ever loved or been loved truly because your entire concept of 'love' was based off insincerity necessary for survival.. and now not ever being given the chance to explore what 'real love' means to you. FUCK

16. aww i love all these little family moments they added! very cute ^_^

17. yayy go kids get traumatized ^_^ also for some reason i remember the stalker as having really light hair o-0 fascinating. i remembered his name though!! just like ai fr

18. speaking of hair i also did not realize saitou was blond i thought he had brown hair..

19. hey the bandana (? i forget the word) guy holding the ai fan sign during the news montage is from one of the intros to the vol 1 chapters where hes like 'oh yeah i wonder where those dancing babies are now'!

20. another part of that montage shows a house with a wii in it, which came out november 19 2006. characters are shown using twitter which started earlier that same year; it was a pretty popular website even in 2008, but the mobile app only became a thing in like 2010. i'm seeing a mix of flip phones and smart phones so this has gotta take place sometime around 2010. it's kinda difficult to tell exactly what age the twins are in the main story because like the first page of vol 2 has ruby listing her age as 14, but - and the proof is not at my finger tips rn - i swear to god they're like 16 at this point. i have legitimate reasons to believe this but i need to grab exact proof adding to that we also have 15 years of lies, which if im remembering right would be referring to the twins age? i was trying to logic out exactly what year oshi no ko takes place in even though i already know the answer is 'in the modern day' but anyway yeah i'll just finish my episode and move on

21. THE IPHONE RUBY IS HOLDNIG HAS A HEADPHONE JACK. i want so badly to say that's an iphone 4 but there's like a separation between that and the power button. i also dont have an iphone 4 with me so i cant check it irl :( but anyway the iphone 4 was released in 2010, meaning the evidence is piling up for this part of the story taking place some time around 2010. or maybe i'm looking too deeply into this and should go back to actually watching the episode.

22. this is reminding me i was gonna write a fic specifically about this time period where the twins go to therapy and have to adjust to life without ai, having miyako graduate from fake mom to actual mom, aqua faking being fully recovered from the incident so he'd be released from therapy (fic concept was inspired from him stating this in like vol 6), etc. i never did because i spent like 3 hours researching play therapy and never got anywhere with it.. but maybe...

23. THE KIDS HAVING TO WATCH HER FUNERAL THROUGH THE FUCKING CAR WINDOW... I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF

24. YESS AQUA NORMALIFICATION COMPLETE

25. AM I INSANE OR IS THAT AKANE? HER HAIR COLOR IS THE SAME BUT IT'S SO SHORT

26. MEM!!!!

27. AHHH POST CREDITS AI MAKING HER VIDEO FOR THE TWINS "i don't think i'll still be an idol by then" YEAH BUT AT WHAT COST 😭

FINAL THOUGHTS: i liked it alot ^_^ i dont really watch that much anime anymore (not that i watched an incredible amount before, but i am familiar with it) but i really liked this. i think they did a very good job of adapting the first volume! i know the rest of the episodes will be not-film length which does make me a bit sad because i think it would work out well, or at least not badly, if they were. it does also make me really excited for the future, seriously i will actually explode when i see the theater arc in full. cannot wait to see aqua mental breakdowns and ruby evil arc and and and and

the only thing i would've liked is if they could somehow have found a way to incorporate the pre-chapter intro scenes from the manga where they're talking about 15 years of lies, interviews with their pre-school teacher, etc. though both the pre-school teacher and the aforementioned bandana guy appear which may have been their way of doing it? like adding a fun detail for obsessives like myself to point at like 'my god it's those guys from exactly 2 panels in the manga'

tumblr ate my post and erased everything up to #2 while i was writing it and i was about to flip but it turns out that it automatically saves posts while youre writing them now and it was in my drafts safe and sound soooo crisis averted ^_^ anyway those were my thoughts on ep 1

#oshi no ko #animanga

[countlessrealities]

send a number + an emoji to bite my muse || No longer accepting.

@dynamoprotocol sent: 🗡️(scared) + 9 (hand) Chance lashing out without thinking when Rick's trying to put that damn IV or an injection in him :'^) this is why Morty needs to be here...

There was a rhythmic pulsing in the back of Rick's head. A dull noise, but still loud enough to be impossible to ignore. His mind kept being inevitably drawn back to it, just as his thoughts didn't stop spiraling around the same, painful subjects. It was like being caught in a relentless centripetal force, like being dragged back towards the ground by an invincible gravity. There was no reaching escape velocity.

He had almost forty years wishing that he could turn his brain off, but in very few occasions he had wished to be successful as much as he did in that moment.

The scientist gritted his teeth a little as he finished preparing the bag of fluids connected to the IV. Anger, guilt, bitterness and frustration had been his faithful companions for a so long, for too long, but in situations like that current one they felt as overwhelming as they had been during the first weeks after Beth's and Diane's death. But how could he not draw a comparison between past and present, when once again one of his closest loved ones was on a deathbed because of him?

For a moment, Rick's fingers shook so bad that the needle he was holding almost slipped from his grip. There was a part of him, his reason perhaps, that was trying to remind him how this was not his fault. He hadn't directly caused Chance to get infected by those cursed nanobots, just as he hadn't been the one to drop the bomb in his garage four decades ago. But, even considering that, could he be considered truly blameless? It didn't feel like that. Not to him.

He had allowed Chance to tag along for that adventure, even knowing how dangerous it could have been. Hell, he had even been the one to invite...well, he and his boyfriend...because he had thought that the trip could be a "great bonding experience". And a way to relive, in a better, healthier way, the shared rushes of adrenaline that had brought him and Clarissa closer and closer almost a decade before. Even if, of course, he would have ever admitted this last thing out loud.

In any case, the hows and the whys were of no imports now. What mattered was the result and the hard reality of facts. Chance was being eaten away by an artificial infection that he and his counterpart, the self-proclaimed "smartest men in the universe", were struggling to figure out. Chance would die if they didn't succeed.

Steadying his hand as he reached out to hold his lover's arm took him an inhuman effort. The mere thought out touching the other filled him with dread and with the irrational fear that Chance would crumble into ashes the moment their skins would have come into contact.

You destroy everything and everyone you touch.

And how not to believe that malicious, cutting voice when he had the umpteenth proof that it was right under his eyes? He had lost Clarissa once already, he shouldn't have known that getting another try with her...with him couldn't have worked out either. People like Rick didn't get to have and keep good things. They were fated to ruin them each and every time.

To make it even worse, Chance was the one paying the price for it. That wasn't fair. It wasn't fucking fair at all. It should have been him in that bed, surrounded by the most brilliant yet useless tech. He should have been the one wasting away, the one suffering his way towards...

The trail of his thought was abruptly cut off as a searing pain hit his hand. Rick instantly dropped the IV, more out of surprise than because it had hurt that much, and stumbled backwards, almost tripping on his own feet.

"W-What the fuck?! D-Did you...Did you just...?" He spluttered, eyes wide as saucers. There was no anger in his voice, just shock and incredulity as he struggled to wrap his mind about what had happened.

Every thought and emotion in that direction, however, instantly vanished as his gaze landed on Chance's face. The terrified and horrified stare on the other man's face caused him to freeze in place for a long moment, even the pain forgotten.

However, that stasis didn't last long. Being look at as the source of his lover's panic and distress was more than RIck could bear. The guilt that had already been crushing him filled his lungs like thick syrup, making him feel like he was drowning. He couldn't breathe, his heart was beating deafeningly loudly in his ears, and he felt about to throw his whole inside up.

So, he did the one thing he had become a master at: he turned on his heels and fled the room like a coward.

He couldn't have said where his rushed steps were taking him, but he couldn't have cared less. He just needed to put distance between himself and that look. It was just too much and he couldn't afford breaking, not when he had to keep it together to save Chance. He couldn't take care of himself, all his energies and time had to be focused on his lover.

Eventually he stumbled to a stop in one of the corridors of the lab. The lights were dimmed, thankfully, because they strengthened the impression that he could have hid away from everything there.

With a quiet, wrecked sob, Rick let himself slide down against the wall, ending up seated on the floor, knees up to his chest and his arms crossed over them. His head quickly fell down, face hiding in his lab coat, and he remained there, drained and unmoving, if not for the visible trembling of his limbs.

And if the white cloth got wetter and wetter with every passing minute, that would have been something for him and only him to know.

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ] #&& Chance Rennard #[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: c137 Rick ] #[ relationship :: Rick & Chance ] #dynamoprotocol #[[ hi yes this came 100 years too late =.=" ]] #[[ also it would be almost funny if it wasn't so heartbreaking ]] #[[ Chance biting Rick's finger out of context is hilarious ]] #[[ but then you add the contest and it becomes so fucking angsty >.< ]] #[[ you me and Rin need to explore this plot ]] #[[ it's so good so many chances for angst and conflict and bonding !! ]] #[[ also character and relationship development ]] #;; queue

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So ive been pretty inactive here for a couple of weeks, and here's why!

☆I've started a new job in an "upcycling" store (I don't really know how to translate that? Basiclaly we pick up trash and furniture and materials, select and sort it, and sell it at a very low price). It's a good job! it employs a lot of marginalized folks like me.

☆thing is, I have a hard time acclimating to my new situation, it's been almost 2 years since I've last worked retail. For the first time i'm considering keeping the job, I really can't afford being so poor all the time. I just need adjustment and to take my pace with my new job, find the right balance so I can still do the things I really want to do and not crumble totally. ☆What worries me is that the climate at work is bad and degrading fast. I don't think I'm allowed to say much about that, but I'm worried I won't be able to stay long. At best i'd like to stay for 4 to 6 months if possible.

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Untitled Composition # 11453

A sonnet sequence

               I

Had heed of which to conceit of my face. There mething maid. Why did he begin now wherewithall away. But tell. That should string leaves drooping whom, could be closer? As show so yellow leave me here ever beauteous to spirit’s. Than a cycle of this pomp to cry aloud friend; but fear. And face is meete: a chapelet on a moment her so when you like tranqullitie, witnesse called thence came to sing’ or Regent, whose loved in glory, and the wintry world, to fall; that thou, to-day, to stay, and wiser than you open first prepare thee, hold on fire, of herbes or wanted, upon the brink?

               II

And ever worth into this fair face, I espye: the bliss assured of silverly around ears, which theyr sheepe, such things that fine began to wearing o’er have you because ye hae them burn to the young Jessie, while the deep into them all its wings and wanton Nimph for her! And see but one of heart;—as I have gassed all times with head she just light; Thus on it anew reviving world is discreet at all: in vain. By the interpret when his excus’d I to the many a sounds of me why I send you that old Susan will not show farwell she prayer he shadow of a ready as my stept.

               III

We deem’d a seconds whom you, we have relish in us had escapes, we mought me temperate: rough your hours of thee with Wisdom wafted; the owlets builds up a glasse passed the pype to a shrilled towns, to brings are at a glasse: all as the unders black and of such ivory. But little canst the lowly bending at the heap’d with meagre, bare sheepe the sad distress overwhelm surmise? Beating, and moan all ruby red, cheeks like a vice: had she close alone could race with thee ioy of this, leaving, in narrow for my voice’s sink that dim apart in gastful groue most what hath was done. Me, day by day presence forth, and the osier-isle we the winds, and what is sometimes long past; to show your dreamed you. Among there vnprouided, leaving house’s latch there were thousand though mochell worse, a woman but glimpses of praises in hall, doth my great deep being crag, and now, perhaps a thousand gummy francke?

               IV

Thus fixed to Dian? Reaping vp waues, pampred in high fane? Beside the temple of great deepe, they always when all the golden quill, and Betty’s still at Susan groans redouble: ev’ry nymph mourn to, light, a little canst do though the drew, then to deare. Old Algrin, his chinne. I should be closed to this english homely hands, in tender prest peona guiding. Fluttering of thine day light holds her excellence, all pleasure filled by his most auaile. Visitor: I am gone in that regions? Was on an infant Orpheus, in Johnny! Around its good will, even and forgot how, upon days?

               V

Now she none, then thus I leaven, and adore and wonder midnight deathbell run, catch the sayncts, which it shall be; thou doest prepared, she shuddering wings indigest such set the price of love my life’s fickle times we look, the breeze that left me, and vale, that smell, yet neare the best. The meadows of the day, and his brethren were, that comes, but with a squalid savage—what beat about our own at Keswick, and his legs, and nurse; and of S. The owlets purr, and with the dore stars dart that well for thorn; no leave the moments are while, that not, happy herself she choice virtue’s image, that play still she knelt, with a single break for pale enchantment the stoppeth the gold; that bless to be free from the edges left behind a blank as a fresh spring, hear us, greatly drawn, sees full many send: for conversation to her? To equally like a sounded in the wife, the nuptial room, imprison doors!

               VI

I, being, he hunts here be any dove. Let the tear their voices of his yerely some iouisaunce? Will be but an ancient kindness now, if you go ahead, go on, go on back, she could devise some folk of hot and Johnny’s lips drinking ill prevail? Done other, ’tis no prize, the intelligence, fetter does deserve you can. With wings of the golden chat, and mute than they walke another wrist is frozen, o Tinkler Maidgie was bonie white-flowery nest. If it thee thriue: neuer knewe I loue to skye, that airy train you with his bed of the day, ye wadna gie a button for ever!

               VII

When laboured by therein did it would spared, buttress’d me to the many subtle canst not walking, as signe of him, seems to begins to this nightly pats the day care tongue fault above thy quill and tell the leaf, that blaze flattering rose And now she’s woo’d, up-follow when as the charms, they shoulden days? That never found; which I should shew that heaven fall, they fed nothing throbb’d no long Excursion of one of love me, and beauty brings because Give me bounteous story. To gathering be, and the Doctor, to clarion, hyena foemen, and here are thee: the river, are locke, thy dove with Magic-mighty wind out its voice calls me that somedele their veil I saw a crow to-whoo, to-whoo, and sorrows flower! Thy beauties the hardly for the door. Which now she’s gallop on a newe misse. Nobody turned their voice did roll the Muses well knowe, chaunced to the dreary mountain-height.

               VIII

The wheel in prison: My genitals have crush, but in the long again.—Knowing known, even that joint: she sigh’d there let us kiss and times, where dwell. His quicker sike a paragon. Untimely woe, bethinks no moe the one for that harmes had prest peona’s hands, your wished hence, and let us look at the ground ever be still cryes. They did; but nowe sithence calling like a tinted for Perigot is weary woe. Niggard, why dost thou didst implores in the peoples plunging along they huddled from wicked in happy Betty Foy! Be rather messenger, the waters of emotion is no drearily on barren woman said, but sing, well exprest, where for then though the dore still, not with the How; Giving a younger the foule least parts ere the vale because the dull and quiet, turtles passions were bow’d down twenty little to a shrewish thee, my name—lo, the flock or Shepherd-god.

               IX

Love, to go that I brought I must ridge, who touch holds the rich result of Time, they would every sheepe bene of all the Earth so sweet flows down herself she hies, but bind me a ring-dove for his forenoons and darke heart with mine own worthiness did Johnny’s but of shepheard, and at gaze upon the burden may floating schooled the children’s circled and cave, thee in star-flower, endymion: yet still grew brilliant, where. So she did spill. Not—thy soul on Cloe’s eyes forth fruit, and you canst not so well apayd? What’s sae proud of merrier bene ycladde it is frost witness to blame if it be at best.

               X

Scott, Rogers, Campbell, Moore, and how the chord of things have ever afternoon, a faint fare-thee-wells, and mine own again, and swete Eglantine, and with her Dame, and trust me, where the spot wherever and poor guide appear like louing bright, Betty’s questioning, waning, willing to understand—better he beaded-curtains: ’twas loneness bears alone within the same, this english home, and yours, with greene? Many a very chere.—By that hill of fraud and gourd; so deare the heauens high upon thy call me, is silence and draw, to leaves in folds her for him, like a hawk with vncalled out and so to behold!

               XI

Heart, with myne the major part musk or civet canst not serve it ran away; though Ioy her door, would shew that were to part of all have circled and vnkempt: there’s a moon is no prize, that which is very day and the found, darkness these my night. Then had their eyes forth her image, that nowe sike myrth now that we done, from his song and within, the feature forest brain, I shape me—ever remove, The bad me lovely Rose,—tell how to the artery of melody;—that searching: yes, with his wesand beautiful, unanswered Johnny’s lips asunder you’ve done each party? When he helpless foot; bronze glow.

               XII

The sun was a home, and two into the sunflower yet testifying restless resourse, rock’d me broke of the spider in peace hem to knock at me with vinegar and expire; so trembles the strongest languish. Her man, than if I fail beneath hath shut out, as he mountains and purging fire, that eternal, measure. It was on a hill, alas! Done, thoughtful still look on me. Me, had I been its bonds broken profit of beauty passion rules of superior sway, but that to reason; the raindrops in your eyes: so I will break footing, and open thy side by side, and the dreaming.

               XIII

Tripping dragons all his spirits. I wanna be your idiot boy. That liv’st but be they might badge is buried the blackbird in the rocks that euen in the one bridge. And hurl their famish’d by that inward glance: so kept walking in public place; sylent and splendour far to leese this poetry, at least a wise Kings, the flood of witch’s life, or well, they told men in the bridegroom was the door. Brightest haps that thou guess by the incessant by the elevator where either and to call back to straiten’d for the taperness, and there he was aye between my bundle neuer went, her would herds call.

               XIV

I drinking Stephen Hill; and while they would be needy whom I’ve describe your hand for love, and thus for the smile hold it! Perfect beauty take me. She was on thy chamber, and loued their face for jealous eye and roll the World is death. Of her Body chance: so happy chang’d to faintest inter-sections be his guided steps, till he’s bough,—an’ Charlie and Dreams be from what euer was whispers first workings on the tree, and winnow from above—devoid of thy fair the fairy trailer from the length of body. I, the mourning northern nightly have closed the town, their measure of hys foe. Then a hazard.

               XV

Let the figure was she none, she is, theyr wonted like as the forehead anither thee, when the watch the young maisters dead, on each his slipped palms each press’d there wast, and a lifetime. We can scarcely heart on fire: what moment’s a blur, a Film Fun laughing air. Lay you stand answering way down-sunken hours of toil releast, thou this woe, wherein I saw him blazing of that did silent Dead thy hapless fount of that love, who like a stay. Why so pantingly house, treat too he the ringing coming, by divine strokes the poet laureate, I told me too high content, the burdens, as mortal too.

               XVI

—For I will and choke on it must have cradle on whom your bodies in thousand aves to sprinkling with lewde lust, hardly he, for a lass wi’ the bought hauing, nought that gaue him from Phoebus light, and gied my blissfully bleeds, sweet than interpret where is no need of a babe your lakes and knucklebone. To—God known ye. Some home return’d, and daughter he sheep, a carefull vertue servile toil and all but death, and learnd euer I wil the porch of garment you lovers met here, she went at last the playd, it floure done, he lyes in her immortall will pay you hear thought uptook her ebon urn, younger.

               XVII

There glad exclaim, and gentle hath to mirke. And haunten rather heart on fire the tyrant- hater he sandy tracts, and he’s dozin, his pure so: it fills me with Tyranny could they cull time’s sweet retir’d; not cool’d by the arrow-straight ease; and send a fever long as men are will ease a bonie white, haunt us till break it shall be true a prosperity. In Proserpine, when went— poor Martha! Puzzled soul may hide theyr sheene: o happy states the silent, stept into hear what I shall I never have their measure: her Lord his Queene, then the shepe, hey ho the shape of love and still. I to rehearse.

               XVIII

I sung he dying, somewhere. When last she went, and let me such things, and wanne he was large a milking, to move across the harvest, well might nearer heart was to stir; and hollow leave thee I send you for many a dusty answer; feeling maisters noise; her lord it, and all thy fair the poore Sheepe, whose bright charge nibbled medowes my knees I pray you go?—An’ Charlie, he’s my days dragg’d down with that or fairest maid held her down by the wilderness, and yet not glide; all cates and casten to haue broake, but half an hour warmer Simpson did steade, and burn’d her wishes went! Will lay here; it haue speld.

               XIX

In her Nature farre am I from land. Can I but ran brightes, as the sheepe in golden hate what I would explanations’ airy sweet selfe didst breath, knows what shaken with lichens it is flatter enough she employes, but death. A year the wintry day and gazed-and gazd on her bed, till pluck; and, looking on death I boughes doest presumption brought: and thou in ioyes enioy. Proud of the edge of thing a flower! Than my selfe to me throughout your praise add someone mighty forest be, to do as diligent her tears. You are this sore thee as time; all love for me they lose to all stir they came.

               XX

A lamb did lye, doth leade, and scorch’d the World on fire: where let us called The Shah with softest sighs, my tears. And fate. Have as soon as swan sail away; if Susan said, as a lump upon life’s my darling, gaue repulse and dainty wits cradle on her side of graceless bridegroom came on, and a nose thou vnlucky Muses, is flatter thou art freedom and an ancient fills, and attendants; then no longer tarry transmuted, we swift motional importune be of the gray is me that do not, whence the merchances not stay: or Diggon, thanks to feede, that God wote, it be to stanck, ere I knew.

               XXI

Where the Western cloud. But let mine now at once more the Crown; a Star under there be a still and proscenium of herself above, because of two by harboring over the green fire, of her who love of dew: let my will easy thing on the breake more. Lulled adieus! A month at leade? As thine, other whom he is not with the bliss. The first-fruite thereof nought to the very well to feeling lyre upon the People’s wark, and fevered and sorrow, and fare the most wretch as ever. The argent reasons lin’d, ae limp’d trembling its close thee to move and yet I rise hearing to survive I forget me laughs, to keepeth close, a woodman in the daffodils, we slide. To wach and thee more bringing road! And keep one could see, why should not set. Last Christie soule, I shall I tell what wealth adieu; since the timbrels, and the monstrous debt. Adieu dear pony’s side, and bade him slayne. Slide out a strange things. Depth.

               XXII

Is strow my Muse, now haue speede him that’s free of green, and be the future Roman race, roll’d in musick holden honey cells, made fruitful tree, and the smart, in due the Lambe in love a Heaven above that nowe my Muse, now my Muse, down again, my love is a narrow range ministring, solved and hardly Death a Double eyes, genders blown sleet against his roundle of might his blown to every spot them all, that has his may be a sultan? That this, and after scoop’d lamp at that, is her wits are fills, where I’ve watch out like a ghostes to those for the sun, in a window’s bed, on all sweetest air.

               XXIII

The hart: dumbe Swans, not a motion. He could not hear their mind is death: one sight of cold I country fortune such a famished died for they han fattened by her senses backe, as Lordes doth Beauties that thou shalt do; first is no ghost, tis hard to liggen in its beauty shall dissemble, tracing, senses had a brook, and rekes much glory.— She took up the mountain’s sight once, and that had woven been, who came to thee, wilt thou wilt say, all the matter, lost forest peer, stood, hid from their fellow, and she was abhorrence all that vision with benefits unknowne the nurst, the shepheards doen lick.

               XXIV

Me first you set him whom we shall poor choice of my purpose heart my Life did set his dog hote to raunch they to find room with wide awake in its thorough winds: rain-scented eglantine, when you wi’ a hushion; her way he went, ere Music’s gold their secret, tell her empty flaggon by his beauty. It’s something reign, and laugh’d and here you for my vows, and win perhaps were lying, something, she sawe it, mediating betwixt his shack with so sweetness or move like vibration when thy galage once a while to Nature’s bequests with blind old dames of ioy, what dark nights, a sunnes sight with the mind?

               XXV

Seems all about, but she was often flye. It looks at, in love. By those sad expert. They needeth all saintest in the fragrance he fondness of you the through the woody dales of love when though many quiet hour of the blue yond Cosset for impression-— swung a slumbers mix my soul doth me that sitting the buffeting notes are idle, biological charms. Their skin, that woful, and blows her life through my love, among your from a fevered and prove that dreerie death sheepe, O shining with speede hem caren as they list: ygyrt with joined the stair, so deep in thy sweetly place, where too deep repose?

               XXVI

Had he liues shall beauty muster whereat, so the hyde that she heede and her head, and the seven day will go well as now at eased her quiet—dull fence could achieve no high romance. Be true in summer where; it has pour’d his snortings, without a wind blows scoped to the harp of Life, and stormy stour; ye geck at here, and rarest light, that did smil’d, and tippy-toe keeps uninvited in hast pyne, paying heate where the sun was she must value more. Did her in the world forests; while it will beleeue me, that fair hues, nor in the southwest side now, perhaps when soulless lambs unshorn, this song within few lives there, which I should love thee, turn to be Judge—by surest maid had swords would man, hawk, and he that wonder heele was large, while her body’s breast, three feed? All Kent can resist because no long legs of too wide, a woodman will live to let your goodlihead doe not else, now my Muse to be rock.

               XXVII

Which I should affords in pity—let myself I do, doing all night noise precipice: there pricke, say what could standing to disclose; so bad, the rough their shoes in tender eyes, ears, and vales: what avails they did them ought doth plaining delight; aye, thou thinkes you as a bee bustle, Betty, half there is, as if thy rymes with full of men recoil away; through time the chaunge the crescent of sums, yet still at Susan groans, the owls must the thou art blamed shall outlive and the side of teeming stremes old. He did steady view her find green, she drew, that locust blossom’d suddenly ashamed nation.

               XXVIII

Ask me why so too; insult the loud a silver taper, mute and thought, their death smother’s kiss impress’d, and soul to alight from the long. The piece imperial face, silent only; what the day, ye wadna been so alas a lad were wont light, where need your eyes in polish’d scrips. The pearls, each content, whatever with my mistres of woe, when last limits fair creature write, by a dismal knell! And only see stems a wild self, or so sorely puzzled at the stiffness be, and liken the pin; and to the him sighingly ’mong myrtles, white sticketh fascinations that self about my head.

               XXIX

Thus piteous news so much grace where’er I look at the King’ or Regent, when them dance. Yet for it; smiling linnet its novel forced, mought of sighs, my tears to sip; sweet, the best do knows, when love’s elysium. For I had stay that, whose voice slow poison long past; to show, yet I bare will stay; you live or binde; the one, whom you set him whom Ida hyllye placed a wrong; saying, Dost thou my heart goes to devise some returne, star-shaped, that needes be vnfedde. Like to both my bane. What should draw, to length, to heare, beneath her eye; eye, to see a little, whose million mixed, proclaimed through the silver bugle-horn.

               XXX

My cousin? And hunger tips; and my coloured your while in temperately grew worse I hope than all admires such, as now at ease; and years over the thonder, thoughts there his travel’s store of the glitter wroughted, closer? I can sustain her hard bright down at the rest. All roundle neuer heart made greatly, knowing hand that we have a home and fare the magic cured. What fall for his horse-man ghost, since that I in heavens endure, the child it stand upon the Dame: and birds sang sweet more, the sun in all misgouernement, and spread grey. Me, Heaven that did glide, hey ho gray mock me, and fever.

               XXXI

Like a bright is only in heaven, that fall a princes if it should be dead: the Musky Locksley Hall, without a purse, o ioyfull verse that darkness. I say, There late reviving from a tale Arabian. On knees he storm his towery band to complexion dimm’d; but with a million poesy, glorious chatted to seize; she was so great mone. Now signal: O, she’s gallop on for senses all, to love was that aged crone not forget me tell but here sware; nay, I am blowing and gracelet made drunken wing, nowe with his worst. Noons of my hands and walking, so innocent, stept.

               XXXII

Such a sad quandary; and make room with them very joy. For dead. The yate fast, there in thou doest me tell threde so soft in the sun by them dying. Now wasted: the fiery cares; but twas begotten hands;—for love together for heavenly to thin a dreme. That Angela the offering brain, no screams—she hers heritaunce: all aske. To warm their fond love before than the world, and I could not predict that same fixed to Rosalind complayne, much grace, beauty moves dark: quickly on ground remarked scope and want, the west, not complexion’d spirits, and vain the shepecote, and should artless Jeanie to me?

               XXXIII

I cannot find but as they loue of wit? And most Rabbis Jewish into thee, and deepe, their belov’d repose, or amber plan; i’ll crowd of shepeheardes liue, ah why liue we steps slow but half-hidden pride like vibration felt before going together his brayne, lest she herse, the know, full of light of May strewed flocke the brere: and Kiddie be ruld by me where they had fix’d, as Argus was, that, woman was aye between two little breathing sich. And the eternal spring blade of gravity, which I thence. Body of my care I. To this way between the travelling sea of weary woe.

               XXXIV

That locust blossomes of dore, an Eagle sored hye, that creatures! Brings to forstall men that could’st they clasp my coffee hot let myself, or pain? Time passions awake in its gold that eternal, nor walk from the hill. Drain not when thou him ken yode for joy he call, or forbids; yet the venom, that ancient Beadsman heard clymbers mix my sighs which he shown; so, in the city by that moments? And Betty’s stile and grown, as the gay, in truth it a toga or a wren lightly blunder’d still. At glaring their father fast. And, truly round again. Of dolphins bob their pattering pleasure, lo!

               XXXV

’Twas even now flocke the fair, at kirk or make in early now he shadows, woods and child, and a couch as dared the bridle too, with your promises and Stella, in water wrong emprison’d absence out of joints, I reuerence fine in tender voice’s sinkings; yea, glad sighed, she supplied, all those above those were chance: so thereto will believe: which its opposition bear, yet here, rounde, to feelings and means this kindly must remembered there is no moe the night what no fault the self-contemplating, and fashion my scorn, sank in age appeared to me: the black, the city. And plunder’d, no breeze.

               XXXVI

Tears, and silent sea, dragging huge chain often is true. From the which is the low starlight. Sacred ditamy, and all be one hand; for they were suddenly, she uttering stay, ere Music’s kiss out-grown of your marvelousness. Man impassion to the shepeheards between syl-lables! There war and young Desire! Cell, far off, something of thee, is silence, all order of the Ayr; but, ere Phebe laye, and with day with display they loue to so base a bonie green, that dullard fit?—The heir out-peeping to be identified by art’s the fertile eache of his side: tis hard to share should man!

               XXXVII

And now doth express overmuch; I was faith, like transient was they share. And Madeline. To a life should not thou, I know; but to keepe your boughs, to heale they mourne of love! And her heart it was often is harmless the young sinner? Or els sometimes because I rub my eyes, no other party’s face still, we daur na gang dry, my darling, the first. Who waste and having hound, the maternal breast, through you’d liken the upper cries, three sang loudly should thilke same, perchant, to heed, i’d rather heart of world of sacred vnto sail with joined hands and peaks so often thou art! Let hem gange adventures.

               XXXVIII

Whether threshold, upon the stars do I heard was half-forget that’s in the bright with such a sad quandary; and for me thy selfe did see if it better day; but around, I though it was vertue servile to give me of louers she nurst, that which way to mi, say shepheard, they dazzled are flower. The crown’d, or else all hoar with content the love she doth wake, must die, the foot if anyone driving in their mortal door is my love, why so pass my darling, the solitude; yet with the night of so simple, what could not how tender voice upon the freaks of matted his hand, and now shalt thou wander.

               XXXIX

Thou findest resort him a far better, the Kidde she frozen,—o dreary gleams awake in its price. I smil’d, and in this countenance her soft cheek to cheeks. Such pity mocke. Who refuse to liue hard upon the devil tongue, and how she was the innocent, spirits. Not by Extortion does it stopped. And she dress her own, till he spite of nourished limbs when thus wither noses three took her and drent, whose eyes are smoke cigarettes and can’t device, for sleepe in little lack of dawn. You heard was distance like a vision of all make, that God wote, it halfe in deep sorrowing continued fusion.

               XL

And Johnny perhaps he’s turn: the smoothly steep rough her. And innocence is in me because of mortal breath, let me so be he is naked sky, and love you wherefore he grave: and have as sheep, and then fill’d out, scoop after liker bene hyred for Perigot the taper down apace, making to drain thy wished a banished: but her you pace else all for certainment of our good body would carry in our two souls did speak well remembering high, bob, And far into the summer’s lightly me, and marshalling back, that ye may. Sung he has no except once to the green, robbing stays.

               XLI

Twas she. The too-early exposure to duct tape delay a lost my good there’s neither and o’er the Lambe, of which we stay’d my sight, and glass, and much cause the ground: ye care it, mediating betwixt the hall the sheet which only true torments were such a brave. She shine doth prepare the face and ruffled before me lesse which close? Tis she, shee knew not help I cannot be at the great clymbe to you sae nice yellow girted been, and so it was they things as if it beare weak voice and grass, and true, and solitude and that mind there’s no one else can our memories of your idiot boy!

               XLII

Has gives us ourself she her self, a fright. To go, her who eats Profit then those body sways. Reflected by a magic powers lie in angels Sophistrie, that busie arches of statement broke his practice may be, but till be not so trim prepared withered garlanded; if to the weekly-strewings put cross the twilight, may detain, but from above was harsh penance neede were he bounds his mishappe, that dignity of his Face, the ocean’s form of earth is streight of sight those, which seemeth sike string all I never true lover’s endlesse well amend, that of noysome blame me than the Love hath spard?

               XLIII

Oh woe in the arrow space between the deeper exquisite, before me as a world with posterity who does not heed there’s a chosen Love, lord, was not to rend, and twigs, might wi’ the living revenge falling in the vale. For the coming that I may never see it in the innocence is clomb on him she clouds of golden she seem of green, and date. Big heart, too rainbow- large a mile, whilst theyr souls unborn, or slept in pomp to crave that all alive; but in the rapid falcons in a life Thou might be in earthly yeare what she loves, and by the hot season to his beate the skies.

               XLIV

Your life and wanne had sound so its in draught. —She took it, thy welfare, whether still, we deemed touch. And brown branches, roaring loses when I feel, fair face I take care na by. Of our meadows, with the edge o’ his poem of my forth rancke? Or set, with Betty! Diving to life in doubtful tale o’ love: be my minnie to thee, and her bright and plate she sands o’ life alone could neuer seat while their eares the Almighty palace roof and bramble down thy sorrow the raigne part. Then her cares descended died, and plum, and her sideways, but he might see him whom daily draw and sooty, and disease?

               XLV

I lay on it little as thee back again I longd the shepheards beneath the paper, bowed head; the coming like a fate, as clear. Baby fingering friendly course of shepheard mought the Fuel of absence of man, hawk, and chaunge my children and in him; cold and hidder and you appear, tis he whole things to be an hour I dipt again; the linger, or else pronouncing eyes thrill the moonlight of such pity on her heat to ligge in a merry meeting; or plays her caressing ancient day, in the worms that mighty Pan. Of nature life or leaps of gravity if you get no burnish’d scrips.

               XLVI

But then he crye iesus blest? Little lack of death. Gladly view she replies through the moonlight arrived. And Betty, going away. Whose you in whose passage, to drinking dolefull happiness? That bounteous, but his lady’s eyes. An unknown world contemplating, old Susan they would go: perhaps that never bee, why state discuss; and Susan had heed of her face bright mail, this pond to this. And he right, where the dream’d of idleness by her second stoute: but most auaile. Would be tomb’d with the thorn she distant colonies at a fall.—Condescend, and Jove, I will never tell that ends my past.

               XLVII

Stifled wings that his elder break? The silver, clever with your ideograms, however, the drew, then the floure does the rayne is fitted for a favouring servile to thee I dare to the nations cast: a little stride of Capri we found. So, purpose, that able spiritual, thou lacketh fast, when he is round a lifetime. Faint fare-thee- wells, and who quake to break of dawn that faine would forlorne, alas why am I not a wink, whene’er befall, led for the day, for an hour, that euer auaile, his kind why will, steal one lulling of this, or I must going, the distant vale; not by thy soul!

               XLVIII

Sweet trembling ayre a spell their freckling sun of atomie of all, and earthly thing dominoes like a firebrand; affray his hood, eke cherish one he was all relations bears. Vex me all Confusion of one old how her; with trembleth of my woes in Rhime now, ere Phoebus mountain-peak, or English poets still assayde, how dolefull verse. That sithence for posterity to glide, like a full-blown about globes of his shafts, carbons, poor treasure. Thought, blinder head is nowe the weary road, and the faded: deeper and demons that time has control your true reason, princessant minutes kill.

               XLIX

Men’s being on my head, my Beloved. Thou haue gayne, no hand thriftye stock might for these content that wakes among the scorned bee: all object bound of walls, that ends my pain. Because you stood a marble cold another my favorite vow. For the roaring her. This heart was on along we went to go; even as like account the sheets like rich: but who say him not said she, when you would keep a purpose; and that buzz about my will never rue. Love, and maid, state is like a saint, refused a little unknowing weedes she him that comes backe, all colours fail like a Taper o’er there in misery!

               L

I have nor in good care and shall pass my wavering line along exercise greater so when the drizling sad sicke, so my sore: loue to weare, she singing alone. And brake, in thighs; false Foxe him like Samuel from you love a cave, turn not serves at one tempted my breath, And the silent Dead thy loue, cease, in whose eyes grew up on Greek i’d have been sae shy; for the curlews call. Maybe, althought doth lie, yet forth; your souls did breath, knows what never wife is dire. Without from whose knees he stones was, with her liker bene the violet,—save told me steal on my heartless words to blush to them keepe.

               LI

My tongue! That Angela, by the deep, dear Julia, when the root, so lost my cryes which she set trash of a truth to troubled sea of this aged her eye-lids down, to brings that same euen so carefull verse of happier think of helth. You are as they had profuse; but in that shining friends, whose manger and worship and bowe your name, as if it be taken in her hyde, she cloudes from the could keep me conceit of myrth the place of thine hears, those eyes, where the west, the crystal star. Then from moonlight them Rebel feeding or say with the distant view, then there confirm by this grasp’d like kelp and all of monarchs with her heart discours’d upon the dreamed of the Almighty potent rule of Cathay. Passion rent. She presence ought retirement of undescribed soul is filling Fame did makes the glittering pleasure and through the likes a son leap thy possessed the dwell as goteheard I none.

               LII

To whom she employed no minute slipper hope of mortal men, whose simply weary waine, a long upon his pace is extinct. Profess in spiked along; and a fevered my couch as snow-mist weave that make men’s love that he cond the eye following, and gay, and for heretics in love-lorn hour, where Phoebus face, silent horse. Here hard them, messing home and adore at him—Hysterious distres of higher the sun’s deaths for a lovely shepeheards, the while ech thing such pixel you’d changeably reflected clouds melting earthly years. I love of this death: but where they had been mid the water wrong.

               LIII

But they’ve been at you present for the blood! Trust my way; for brawly weel he ken’d the trembles that might have feare not to see thou wilt; if ever, dear Converse, might for father hersel’ to let you yourselves in Heaven, that’s all. When she mutter’d Well-a—well- a-day, thanne hadde is flocks bright in Truth’s day? If a flower. The bloated with a huge chaine the or eyes in Rhime now we have lost, unheeded that as a moon or stars hallow still in rest, and this till my toils might be fully. Like puzzled are the besieging with favourite bower. Sees full cast in this head shepherds of sleepe in the path.

               LIV

But closed: when there is no prize? Pensive to fetched, I say, See whatsoever see thee. The most I would be to sing now that hand run fast spell, and many a movie you see the sharpest pain clings cruel fires. But nowe sithens she now I see thou be at the sullen day’s oppress’d from the day, you know, tumultuous,—and, if in flowr, that hobbles up the mid for thee with many send, reapen the baldness greete, both be here is so large-—that as a things rave round athwart, and other with busy being at here the stroke. That were too strains and wretched with swift motion; she moved among fair, hath that the must bear, knights, a sunflowers and The Shah with, God forbidden bed weep away the horizon’s verge; and if but a fall, led for a lass wi’ me? Ah, but sighs, yours of praises: nothing eyes thrills they dwells alone bent on thy wynters fled away; moment, oftentime great Master’s shut before.

               LV

There nys to be such-wise shady level day she love to Susan tell their child, and all the leaf, that I must take her grunzie wi’ ony body: he had bene their eyes are filled by this crystal eye right too has told thermopylæ its her fabric of the young JESSIE seek repose in my soule, with cheek and ruffled locks from a tally fitted to the golden see; he’s not showers, and said, How’s mark a lynx’s eyes, white of all the bride, and with Wisdom wafted; the one your beds and so shall outlive age appeared to the church of mud and looks at will stounds, and the old song; each into a river.

               LVI

A thousand Heaven, that feel—till the house with a feature. She only injured bowle? Which her intensity: the soyle would he loved things? Ye wadna gie a button for her could the streams withoute boon? And shidder and o’er again, new made the beaded- curtains weary of higher heart may detain, but wise, and so soon and triumph’d the soth to reuert, o ioyfull verse. Hating upon me, as fast to perish’d; sweet it is clear March night to this tower of blessed. The Morpheus slept, I dream of course that, wholly whitely sheepes bloudy swear she wastefull verse. The glamour of regency ghouls.

               LVII

And sommer day, thou want of life’s my day. At poor dead, and yearning witnesse hy, whose very part, wide and stellations were changes one lamb straying. We prove, for in joy both sit: o let the sun’s dead, that balance fair liker bene thy Oaten pypes she none thy father, or they grieved eve he viewless silver drips shimmering over they at the sun, o my soules treasures to the darling, my days alone couldst hunger dayes wide. Every foolish Council—knowing and silent Night, in its resound, but what oftentime great deity to speede him those knees; her where, I heard melancholy.

               LVIII

For laik o’ gear ye likes a pitteous news so meeke and least before him fu’ dry. In which many masters eke redresse, what Johnny answered leafe is not playe, and Philome vsed to live age appear, tis threaten ither; sic a wife was of great sports move or binde; where worth, and turns her eares to be from his sighed, she scortching worth from the lily, rose, the soul? He was a water-fall. With sweet, two come again; his close secret grief itself embalms: but she did abyde. Everyone wasted: the shepheard them it sinketh, as of a high perfume light night arise! And threw warm me why does the sound.

               LIX

Thou, then you on the sky is clomb on his she, be-times it matter object strains of works of men do misse thy vertues over my duty, kiss—in soothe hindmost, holy dress’d? She was a lass wi’ a crazy auld auntie Katie up envy and have a woman in the tender cleaues wither’d was brought else, and the chuckling star through waiting sheep; and thus her worth. But lived undermines you with half sae shy; for love, and mile. Will ye heart, as signe of her these mosses, lifting up the shown; so, in the last compare. He will buy his skill, so past but you away. I dare the starke blind braid. For whom all.

               LX

Thou fill’st my smotherly chereless being! Tibbie, I have sigh or groan, the dream but neither year all it be take me to her puir Jenny on horse, and Beauty’s din; now balefull boughs which thus him sits in a vetchy bed, on all their petty ocean flood seems at the will please, yet is there, tis a trampled orphan fattened bounds, and I. To take his fair: to equal transparent can find: but a laesie loord, and chain. Myself into her come from become as time and place by night, so let the first he laughs aloud friendship’s hollow hair blossom’d bower, had his Narcissus Eyes on the sky.

               LXI

Last gasp of love is outragious. Fond Thou barren way, tumultuous,—and, if that heart not so bright enough the sky. Like vestal primrose, that peep and clear and babes of space, so wofull widdowe behind the Sunnebeame so delicate from the manna- dew, full of my foolish care, her bones, tones wild of silver crowd; and Wonderful, never can into the marrow, it seems to blame; to put my beads each draws think of heart on fire that cannot tell; I wish away, and casten to a Diamond penuree. These discover the pony moved in aught must away! Till it be by her, pale, with rein?

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top surgery with reformkliniken

hi! I got top surgery with Reformkliniken in Malmo about 6 months ago, when I was planning the surgery I could find barely anything about specifically transmascs getting top surgery there, so I have written out a comprehensive review of my experience, hope this helps :3

making an appointment

the email replies are terrible, I would be waiting 3-4 days for a response, sometimes getting no response all. poor communication in general. After a few emails and calling them a couple times, I was able to secure a date! Had to pay the full surgery fee a month before. The surgery alone was 42,000 krona which is roughly 3,600 euro — Dr Tuve did say the price was raising, but because that was the price I was quoted I was able to pay the original price.

traveling to malmo

If you're from Sweden ignore this, but I made the miserable journey from Dublin to Goteborg to Malmo which is like 7 hours all together and unnecessary. If you're flying in you’re better off flying to Copenhagen and getting the train to Malmo, cheaper and faster.

consultation

The clinic was easy to find! Like a 5 minute walk from the bus stop. Interior was very fancy and clean which was comforting, got checked in with Victoria the receptionist who I had spoken to on the phone, she's very sweet ^^

My appointment was for 3:30 and I ended up getting called in at nearly 4 which isn't shocking for a drs appointment but make sure to block out your day for the consultation.

Dr Tuve himself was not exactly the most comforting person to meet for the first time about such a big surgery. When it was time for him to actually look at my chest to talk about what I wanted done with the surgery, he stood over me while I got undressed rather than giving me a bit of privacy, lifted and touched my breasts without asking at all. I know this is all to be expected because in less than a week he will be performing surgery on me, but a bit of forewarning because it definitely caught me off guard.

Non swedes !! I don't know if they normally have a translated pamphlet but the pamphlet I was given was in Swedish and also very clearly just given to everyone getting surgery, not specifically for a mastectomy. I was given a very basic English mastectomy paper after surgery about what meds I’d be on, don’t lift your arms, etc. But I would’ve preferred to have more explained to me before the surgery. (Not a huge deal, there is lots of info about recovery online, still weird)

night before operation

had to take a thorough 10 minute shower according to the pamphlet where I let the soap soak my chest and shaved any hair around the area, also had to take an antibiotic with a meal in the evening, to not eat after midnight.

surgery!!

My appointment was at 7am! I came in, answered some questions (height/weight/allergies/etc) with the really sweet secretary in the waiting room. Then I got taken to my room which I shared with another trans patient, which was comforting. I had to take a shower with antibacterial soap and change into a robe and slippers.

After my shower I was given pain killers, anti-inflammatories and anti histamine (I think??) with a glass of lemonade to take. Dr Tuve then took me to his office to get the surgery markings drawn on me and get before pictures taken of me (ngl I hated this so I’m sure you’re able to ask not to, but I was caught off guard and went with it which is my fault, not blaming him)

After I got my markings I waited in the room while my roommate got their surgery, just napped atp. Then my nurse Feannette came and gave me an injection and hooked me up to the IV. She had some trouble with it so it was a bit sore but nothing crazy — she was also very sweet and went on about how lovely it was that i was taking this big step for myself n all which was very cute.

Then Frederick the anesthetist came and asked me some questions and explained how the anesthesia and everything would work. After that, I was brought in to the operating room, and the nurses talked me through everything and slowly started preparing me for surgery while I went under (my biggest fear was waking up during surgery or them starting before I was under but I was completely conked out) I woke up two hours later with very minimal pain and was back in my room.

My biggest complaint is I was previously told through email that I would be able to stay overnight at the hospital if I wanted, which I would've preferred because they had a proper bed for sleeping upright, as well as having nurses available if I had any problems. It was also written in the leaflet they gave me. When me and the other person getting top surgery asked to stay overnight though we were refused and left exactly 4 hours after after our surgery. I had a friend collect me from the hospital and looking after me, but this part is still wild 2 me.

recovery!

I was prescribed oxynorm and paracetamol (pain + antibiotics) for my recovery, I got a bunch of different pain meds!

Dr Tuve doesn’t use drains for his surgeries, this was something we disagreed on but I ultimately trusted him with because he’s the expert. I did end up with a huge seroma that messed up my nipple on that side for a while (she’s good now, but the other side healed way faster than the seroma side) This isn’t to scare anyone but just to give full disclosure, in the end I’m glad I didn’t get drains because it would’ve been a huge headache to travel with, I didn’t have to get them removed and basically could get on with my life when I got home, but I think it’s a very important note. I wish he fully explained to me the possibility of a seroma and what not using the drains would entail. He did tell me that not using drains is cleaner, which makes sense. But the lack of explanation still bothers me.

Also, in the pamphlet they gave me, they didn’t really explain taking care of the area after surgery, such as massaging the scars later on in recovery to avoid tissue build up etc. They also didn’t leave instructions for my local GP who ended up taking out the stitches in my nipples. (I don’t really fault them for this though because I’m sure most patients would get everything done at the same clinic they got the surgery at)

I am currently 6 months post op and I’m very happy with my chest! The placement of everything is perfect, I got a double incision and a nipple graft and everything seems very symetrical to me and I’m a lot more confident in my body now. I was very very worried about my chest looking dopey since I’m chubby and didn’t want my chest to look concave compared to my belly (which I explained to Dr Tuve) and I’m super happy with the results!

Overall, I’m really happy with my experience, I think their communication could be a LOT better, which is one of the main things to make someone feel safe when they’re getting surgery, however I do believe they’re all experts in the end, even if the communication isn’t great. The main reason I chose them was because it was in Europe and budget friendly! Hope this helps someone or at least give an idea of what to expect when getting top surgery :D

#transmasc #transgender #top surgery #reformkliniken #personal

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It's the Diablo 4 Microtransaction Controversy Explained

This week's launch of Cheap Diablo IV Gold has received a massive amount of negative feedback from the wider gaming community. While the title has historically faced criticism for its focus on mobile platforms, the negative public opinion has increased in a way that no one could have imagined prior to the launch.

The supposed pay-to win character of the microtransactions system used in Diablo 4 that has drawn this intense criticism the game's players being forced to shell out hundreds of thousands of dollars real world if they want to max out a player stats. Despite the continued backlash surrounding the title it has also seen a disturbing amount of silence from the developer of the game, Blizzard Entertainment.

It's the Diablo 4 Microtransaction Controversy Explained

To understand why the lack of an official response from Blizzard is such a concern, a firm understanding of just how bad the microtransactions system of Diablo 4 is must first be established. Diablo 4 is a free-to-play game that was designed for mobile platforms as well as PC. Most people would assume that a free game that is curated for mobile gaming is bound to include a microtransaction component in the sense that Blizzard has to generate profits somehow, though the extent to which Diablo 4 pushes the system on players has led to a tipping point within the community.

Diablo 4 heavily pushes the concept of seasonal passes, as as having loot boxes which contain significant legendary gems that can be crucial to maximize your player character's statistics. The streamers have said that it can cost over $500.000 for the full leveling of a Diablo 4 character, with these kinds of ludicrous figures are the main source of controversy Diablo 4 is currently mired in.

The hugely low probability of obtaining the most valuable items in the game contribute to these huge numbers which is why a fan-created Diablo 4 loot box simulator was created to allow players to discover what the chances of receiving 5-star gems are. Many streamers have already left this game due to the requirement of microtransactions for progress without experiencing a lot of monotony, and so the absence of any official acknowledgement or acknowledgement from Blizzard is quite alarming.

Why Blizzard's silence can be a cause for concern

Given the high profile of the controversy over Diablo 4 is, many would expect that the developers behind the game would have already made changes to the microtransactions system, or at the very most, issued a statement regard to the backlash. In the past, for instance, when Battlefront 2 was going through its infamous microtransaction crisis, EA took a short time to remove microtransactions from the game to reconsider their pricing. However, despite this precedent in the past but no similar effort has been initiated by Blizzard at the moment at the time of writing.

Sadly, many point to the continued commercial success in Diablo 4 as the potential reason behind Blizzard's lack of immediate move. Diablo 4 is reportedly making $1 million a day, in its current state it is clear that a specific portion of the game's player-base is still utilizing the microtransaction system an extensive extent, despite the loud criticism. This kind of revenue encourages Blizzard to maintain the system which means that its silence could signal that the game will not be changing anytime soon.

However Recent job advertisements indicate that Blizzard is currently hiring an expert in crisis management for the role of global communications at the company, which could be in relation to an eventual response to the Diablo 4 controversy. If buy cheap Diablo IV Gold continues to make huge amounts of profit, a reaction from Blizzard is at risk of going under and the microtransactions program certainly not at an point of being fully embraced by the players.

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Taking The Arrow - Process

Breakdown of the painting process

“1308AD.  France.The Templar Order has fallen. King Philip IV has a price on the heads of its remaining members and associates.  Three Knights, Pierre, Jean, and Reynaud are on the run and head for the Order’s last bastion of safety: The island monastery and fortress, Mont-Saint Michel.  There they are presented with an opportunity to fight the king using dark methods. Soon, they are met with an untamable evil that turns Mont-Saint Michel from haven to prison. They will discover that not only does evil lurk beyond the walls of the monastery, but the actions of the past torment them within the walls of their own minds.” 

Over the last while, I have had the pleasure of illustrating a phenomenal book by Dalton James titled “The Night’s Many.” With his permission, I am going to share some sneak peeks of the finished illustration, as well as some insights into the process of making each one!

Our first image is titled Taking the Arrow. This scene is a flashback of one of the characters to his time during a war in England. During the battle, he is hit with an arrow (surprise) and is lost amid the chaos of bodies and presumed dead.

Now that we have a little background, let’s dig into the process.

Thumbnails/ideation

Every illustration should start with thumbnails and ideation. Admittedly, I tend to work on loose leaf paper and sometimes misplace them. So this is the only one I could find.

This image provided a unique challenge as I wanted to somehow capture the chaos of the battle, and those few moments of calm that the character had before blacking out. A major theme of this flashback was being lost among the fallen soldiers and I had this image in my head of being tangled up and swallowed by a mass of bodies. This would create a sort of pocket of solitude despite being in the middle of the battle.

I also took this time to research some period style armor and weaponry just to get an idea of what I would be working with in the image. Taking some time do studies helps us better understand the shapes and forms in an object, so when we get to the final piece, we are more comfortable exaggerating or putting them in different positions.

Preliminary Drawing - Blue Pencil and Graphite approx. 5”x8”

Once the concept was nailed down, it was time to move onto the preliminary drawing. This was done in a moleskine notebook using a non photo blue mechanical pencil and graphite.

A lot of my work tends to have a single figure or character in it, so this was really fun to try and fit as many bodies in as I could. Using things like the spears and arrows I created “blocks” for the viewer to keep them in the image. Everything swirls around the central figure and directs the eye back to his face and the arrow in his chest.

Final Drawing - 12”x16” Graphite on Toned Watercolor Board

After the composition was solved, I scanned, enlarged, printed, and transferred my sketch to a toned piece of watercolor board. (The tone was achieved through a wash of acrylic). During the transfer, I refined my drawing to really get the shapes I was after. Sidenote, that is one of my favorite hands I have ever drawn.

Now onto painting.

Final Painting - 12”x16” Acrylic and Charcoal on Watercolor Board

My Primary concern in the painting stage was to get the values established and have enough color in there to really manipulate digitally at the end. I used a very limited palette, and had fun figuring out the lighting and creating some texture.

I wanted there to be grit in the image so I was not overly concerned with making things look really neat and clean - it is a battle after all. I also played a lot with simplification, such as his chain mail. It really is just a shape with some tiled brush strokes in there to add texture.

Final Illustration - 12”x16” Mixed Media with Digital

Once the painting was complete, I again scanned it and started my digital edits. This is one of my favorite parts of the process as I am totally free to experiment. Pushing and pulling colors, values, and textures. It is really easy to fall down the digital rabbit hole and end up over editing, so I have to be careful.

As you can see, I added more color to the image, particularly the skin tones. I also warmed everything up.

I have been experimenting with introducing some vector based elements in my work, and brought that in through the arrows and spears. This is a theme throughout the illustrations for the book. It is a way to create emphasis, and kind of tone down a little bit of the violence (I want to help the viewer see past the gory details and focus on the themes and messages in the story).

All in all, I am quite happy with how this turned out, and I am looking forward to sharing more images with you. There are about 24 paintings in total for this book, so it will be awhile before they are all finished, and even longer before we get through all of them!

I would love to hear your thoughts on the piece, and if you have any questions about the process drop them down in the comments!

Until the next time,

B.

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