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I didn't know what to draw this week, so I made this.

As an aside, I'm finding that Glaze has heavier visible changes on pieces that I export from Procreate than pieces I export from CSP. Has anybody else experienced this?

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Quick study of Garrus Vakarian

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Psssssssst! Good Omens fandom! Wanna do something objectively positive to help victims of sexual abuse? @ourownsidefund is running an auction of cool Good Omens stuff! All proceeds to the Take Back the Night Foundation!

Check it out here: https://www.32auctions.com/organizations/124730/auctions/173384?r=1&t=all

Goodies up for grabs includes my original artwork “Avenging Angel (in tartan)”

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Tamsyn Muir's synopsis of her novel, "Gideon the Ninth"

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"i'm not triggered or upset by or even ideologically opposed to it, i just associate it with something so bad that i can't enjoy it anymore" is such a frustrating relationship to have with a piece of media

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David: I think the one picture I have of us up on the wall is the one where I had the dress on. Gillian: I love that picture. David: Yeah. Gillian: And I'm holding you up. David: Exactly. Gillian: Yeah. I love that picture. (Fail Better podcast, 11/12/2024)

📸 David Duchovny & Gillian Anderson photographed by Mark Seliger, 1997

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garrus says: don't forget to take a break from calibrations every few hours to stretch your wrists!

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it is november, and yesterday it felt like it was supposed to be snowing. in boston, november used a winter month, not a fall month. it is supposed to be chilly; rarely capping over 45F. it is a sweater-and-jacket month. it is a "maybe a scarf too" month. in my childhood, november meant blizzards and sleet.

it did not snow. tomorrow the weather predicts a high of 76.

i have spent so many years of my life studying the longterm possibilities of climate change - the culmination of capitalism wreaking havoc on the bodies of people, animals, plants - but every so often i am still shocked by something small and personal.

in a hundred years, when someone goes outside in boston - will they know the feeling of "snow in the air"?

i know it's a learned feeling, a sensation that maybe only longterm experience can teach. a few years ago, i was walking with my friend who had just moved up from the south. i said it smells like snow and she gave me this look like - what the fuck. i said it feels like snow too, which didn't help. she looked up to the bright blue sky and then back at me and then back at the sky. 12 hours later, we had 3 inches. you can just tell if it's going to snow.

except i can't tell, anymore. i stand outside in a tee shirt and watch my dog dance around a lake. we're in a drought and the skin of the water has peeled back twenty meters. the lake is tamed, quiet, puddlelike and sour. my pokemon go app warns there's a weather condition in my area.

my dog gets too hot from running and sits in the water and i want to laugh about his long frame and how awkwardly he sits - and i can't. some simian part of my brain is scratching the walls. it was supposed to snow. it was supposed to snow, but now it's warm instead.

during the last full solar eclipse, the dogs and the birds and the crickets went crazy under utter darkness. we laughed at them then, promising it will all be okay in a moment. but some part of me is still locked in that long night: some animal sensation.

something is wrong, my body says. i can't afford eggs or rent. i go outside to watch a sunset and listen to birdsong. i don't bring a jacket. allergies are killing me this season, allergies i didn't have as a kid. everyone comments that halloween has started to feel strange, offkilter. that it's hard having "holiday cheer." my body thinks it's april, and then it thinks we're in september, and then june.

something is terribly wrong, she whispers. go outside. it is supposed to be snowing.

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Finances are tight and I don't have the time to take on more commissions, so I put my monstergirl artbook PDF on KoFi for $2.50. My goal is to cover a year of me and my spouse's medical expenses. It's also on my Patreon at the $4+ tier, along with dozens of desktops and hundreds of sketches.

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Monday morning rb for this weekend's art experiment.

-Kit-

I tried out digital oils this week. I'd have liked this one to be done for N7 Day, but I needed more time to work out what I was doing.

Shepard concentrating intensely on building her new Normandy model.

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-Kit-

I tried out digital oils this week. I'd have liked this one to be done for N7 Day, but I needed more time to work out what I was doing.

Shepard concentrating intensely on building her new Normandy model.

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I must not explain the joke. Explaining the joke is the joke-killer. I will face my followers who did not get the joke. I will permit them to pass over me and through me

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"At preview size it looks a little like hanar porn." - local bestie #1

For N7 Day I went back to the Silversun Strip.

Sorry, Ryuusei Sushi. I'm sure you were great.

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Happy n7-day 🫶

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N7 Day reblog for this fic that I'm still proud of.

"All of... that. Is my name in your language?" (7/25/22)

A piece from last year that I made when I started my NG+ run. It pairs with one of the few fics that I've written, which I'll throw in as well for anybody else with a raging clarity-of-communication kink.

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N7 Day Bonus WIP

Spent a lot of the day trying some new stuff. We'll see how it turns out.