auridi
another angry millenial
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auridi · 4 days ago
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Over 10 years ago I drew this mother naga with her kid and a bowl of gulab jamun, and I was blown away to see people still reblogging it and saying kind things here. I decided to draw a sequel, the PTA (People That are Anacondas) meeting is over, and she finally gets to have some gulab jamun. c: I really hope this cheers you up some.
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auridi · 4 days ago
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The people who police your gender will police your gender even if you're cis.
Eat them.
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auridi · 4 days ago
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I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
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*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
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auridi · 4 days ago
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That thing about how cats think humans are big kittens is a myth, y’know.
It’s basically born of false assumptions; folks were trying to explain how a naturally solitary animal could form such complex social bonds with humans, and the explanation they settled on is “it’s a displaced parent/child bond”.
The trouble is, cats aren’t naturally solitary. We just assumed they were based on observations of European wildcats - but housecats aren’t descended from European wildcats. They’re descended from African wildcats, which are known to hunt in bonded pairs and family groupings, and that social tendency is even stronger in their domesticated relatives. The natural social unit of the housecat is a colony: a loose affiliation of cats centred around a shared territory held by alliance of dominant females, who raise all of the colony’s kittens communally.
It’s often remarked that dogs understand that humans are different, while cats just think humans are big, clumsy cats, and that’s totally true - but they regard us as adult colonymates, not as kittens, and all of their social behaviour toward us makes a lot more sense through that lens.
They like to cuddle because communal grooming is how cats bond with colonymates - it establishes a shared scent-identity for the colony and helps clean spots that they can’t easily reach on their own.
They bring us dead animals because cats transport surplus kills back to the colony’s shared territory for consumption by pregnant, nursing, or sick colonymates who can’t easily hunt on their own. Indeed, that’s why they kill so much more than they individually need - it’s not for fun, but to generate enough surplus kills to sustain the colony’s non-hunting members.
They’re okay with us messing with their kittens because communal parenting is the norm in a colony setting, and us being colonymates in their minds automatically makes us co-parents.
It’s even why many cats are so much more tolerant toward very small children, as long as those children are related to one of their regular humans: they can tell the difference between human adults and human “kittens”, and your kittens are their kittens.
Basically, you’re going to have a much easier time getting a handle on why your cat does why your cat does if you remember that the natural mode of social organisation for cats is not as isolated solitary hunters, but as a big communal catpile - and for that purpose, you count as a cat.
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auridi · 7 days ago
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reverend daughter gideon and harrow nova are rotting my brain (happy late halloween!)
bonus under cut
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the first drawing is based on this doodle of pal i made at like 3 am
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auridi · 8 days ago
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I keep catching myself looking at a shelf where this lovely little piece sits today. It's a quote from Watership Down and was made by astichedreverie.
The full quote is—
“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.” 
Watership Down and those lines in particular have been ingrained in my soul since I was a kid but they are hitting especially hard today.
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auridi · 8 days ago
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"Did you ever have an imaginary friend?"
The beer can was thoughtfully swirled. "No," she said eventually. "I tried, though. It just - it didn't work."
The wind blew over the stoop, cool and smelling of rain.
"'Didn't work?'"
"I wanted it to work, it - I was six, and I was in my dad's truck, and we were in the Wal-Mart parking lot at night - I don't remember why - and I thought, 'I should make an imaginary friend,' so I looked through the window and-"
She frowned. "Fuck. This sounds like a joke, but I made a Vaporeon. It was just a fully formed, perfect Vaporeon in a parking lot of a Wal-Mart. And I was so happy and I opened the door to make it jump in so I could take it home with me.
"But there was something - wrong with it. I'd made it perfectly, but I forgot to make it alive. It just sat and stared and I begged it to jump in the truck with me before my dad drove off, and it sat and stared, and we drove off and I was so sad and confused and - disappointed."
She wiggled the tab of the can. "It's still there," she said quietly. "I drive past that parking lot sometimes, and that same Vaporeon is still sitting in that spot. I've seen that parking lot get full to the tits in the middle of the holidays, I have never, not even once, seen someone park in the spot it's sitting in."
A car drove by. After a moment the frogs in the ditch started to chirp again.
She tipped her head back and downed the rest of the beer. "Anyways, that's what I think god's deal is," she said.
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auridi · 8 days ago
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Several years ago, when things were bad, as they are now, I made a comic about art and community in the face of hate. Today feels like a time to reshare.
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auridi · 9 days ago
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auridi · 9 days ago
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all i wanna do is eat nectarines and think about aurora borealis st. elmo’s fire gigantic jets ball lightning green flash earthquake lights and will-o-the-wisps
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auridi · 11 days ago
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Grey Wolf taking a roll call and getting responses from seemingly the entire forest.
Sound on.
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auridi · 11 days ago
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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
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auridi · 14 days ago
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Remind me later.
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auridi · 17 days ago
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Hercules is the most visually creative of the Disney Reneissance films. If not any Disney film ever.
The three Fates sharing an eye.
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Hades’ flaming hair. 
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The various designs of the mythological monsters and titans.
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The diverse faces and body types of all the minor characters.
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It’s a very visually engaging movie.
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auridi · 18 days ago
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My new favourite archery image!
This painting is located in the Church of the Nativity in Prague, and is dated to 1663. It is also the basis of at least 3 D&D character concepts that are stuck in my head now.
If you want more info, art references, and tutorials, check my Patreon!
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auridi · 19 days ago
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I didn’t know this story.
It’s awful. And it’s awful in how common it is.
My mom live in a tiny city nestled at the bottom of a mountain. The entire mountain chain is known to be tricky, landslides and caveins are all over history and legends in that region (we even have a FULL MEDIEVAL VILLAGE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE LOCAL LAKE because one day, the rock layer under the village broke and slid in one piece, right into the water.)
The mayor of a neighbor village accepted to open a stone quarry on that very mountain, before, obviously, disappearing with a lot of money, and a lot of lies (like, that quarry should have created a lot of jobs: it created 12 jobs…)
So now, the city where my mom lives is right under a mountain known for its instability, with dynamite blowing every days just a bunch of km north.
We can see the tiny landslides on the face of the mountain, making jagged white lines in the trees. Some people woke up to boulders the size of a car in their gardens recently.
Every fucking authorities around say that everything is ok and under control, look, we have wire nets bolted to the rock ! (You know, the net used to keep tiny rocks to fall on the road in rocky regions)
Nobody moves. Nobody says anything. Houses right under the cliffs are bought by unsuspecting strangers who don’t know about the mountain and the quarry.
It will be Aberfan all over again.
And it’s fucking scary.
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50 years ago the Welsh mining village of Aberfan was engulfed by a coal tip landslide. The local primary school was directly in its path
via reddit
Keep reading
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auridi · 20 days ago
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Yeah huh btw I don't know what kind of schools you guys attended (the ones complaigning about not being told about that) but the difference in color theory between digital and traditional media is maybe one of the first things I learned in art school.
Dafuck.
Oh, and... A LOT can change just because of the quality of your paint and pigments. Take a Red, yellow, blue paint, from different brands, and try to paint the weal with them... Surprise ! Some are shitty. You need to find good ones.
(...no seriously guys, you never had the shitty art class exercice in middle school where you had to paint a picture with ONLY red blue and yellow, mixing them to create the other colors? And ending with a shitty grayish painting because that was shitty paint?)
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