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“𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗇 𝖩𝗎𝖺𝗇 𝖬𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟦𝟦-𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖥𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝗆𝗒𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂.

𝖠𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌-𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗌; 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗌.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗂."

sources: meteoriitta & anniecollinge 🍄‍🟫

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Of some kind or sort, something that’d make anyone else sick

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Art doll commission

Character design belongs to client.

The doll is almost 1 meter full length, fully posable with plastic ball and socket+ wire skeleton inside. All solid elements are 3d printed from tough resin.

Fabric fur, resin, acrylic paint, varnish.

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Tokyo's anti flooding "cathedral"

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Coiling

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A sea-dragon sort of creature inspired by the Pacific Sailfin Tang! Both art and photo by me 🐠

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There are four types of fish scales!

Cycloid scales are thin, overlap, and flexible. They're found on primitive teleosts (like minnows and carp).

Ctenoid scales have small, backwards pointed scales (known as cterns) make the fish more hydrodynamic and faster. They're found on Advanced Ctenoids (like perch and sunfish).

Ganoid scales are thick, diamond-shaped, and mostly non-overlapping. They're found on Chondrostei (like sturgeons and paddlefish).

Placoid scales are spikey and tooth-like with nerves. These are found on Chondrichthyes (like sharks and rays).

Ichthyology Notes 3/?

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having viral posts is all fun and games until you have clowns in your mentions being like "well, op, i bet you also didn't know THIS" [haughtily explains something i absolutely would and do know] like add whatever to my posts that you think is informative just don't direct it at ME! i know! i just didn't include it in the post i made in 20 seconds because i didn't think 30,000 of you would see it!

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i think partially-founded hubris is a fun way to approach art projects. there's enough confidence and enthusiasm to power through the mistakes but not enough to blind you to the lessons those mistakes can teach.

you are competent in [art medium] and you've done a small amount of research into [specific technique] though you don't have much practical experience with it yet, so now it's time to dive in and try to make your own thing using the technique! you'll probably have to redo some things, and you'll almost certainly create something that isn't up to your usual standards, but over the course of working on the project, you've gotten a much better feel for the technique and likely gained more appreciation for the complexities of the medium itself!

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Henry Moore

“Henry Moore’s Sheep Sketchbook” is a book full of a multitude of different etchings of sheep. His loosely drawn sketches show the diversity of which you can draw sheep.

I was particularly inspired by these two drawings. I love the detail on the wool and I think it exaggerated how round they are. I thought that Moore was a perfect inspiration for my piece.

I found that I could still make a piece look busy without thousands of sheep with the use of dark colour against bright colour. As you see in these sketches, the two sheep stand out against the mesh of black with the loosely drawn lines making a noisy effect.

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Here we go! A compilation of the 40~ $10 bird requests I’ve done over on Ko-Fi! These have been pivotal in helping me cover some important costs so I wanna sincerely thank EVERYONE who’s donated and requested one, I love you all <33

Is there a bird here you don’t see and would LIKE to see? Last chance to get one for yourself this weekend!!

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The Devil's Wheel

The Devil’s Wheel

“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”

“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you. 

“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”

The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.

He’s been perfectly polite. 

You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”

“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”

He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:

THE DEVIL’S WHEEL

“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”

You examine the wheel. 

The gambling addict

The doting boyfriend

The escaped convict

The dog dad

The secretive sadist

“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion. 

“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”

“Serial wife murderer?”

“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”

The hard worker

The compulsive liar

The animal torturer

The widower

The desperate businessman

The failed musician

The beloved son

“My husband is on here too,” you say. 

“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”

“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”

“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”

You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.

Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity

Round and round it goes. 

The college graduate

The hockey fan

The Eagle Scout

The cold older brother

The charming younger brother

The two-faced middle child

The perfectionist

The slob 

Your husband Dave

Clackity-clackity-clackity.

Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.

The photographer

“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”

“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask. 

“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”

“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.

You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it. 

Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t. 

The cancer survivor

The bereaved

The applicant

Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…

The newlywed

The ex-gifted kid

The uncle

The Badgers fan

“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.

“How lovely,” the Devil says. 

Then it hits you.

Of course.

The weightlifter.

The careful driver.

The manager.

The claustrophobe.

Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.

“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.

“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!” 

The Devil cackles. 

“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”

“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”

“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”

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comp of my recent PMD stuff i made for Deviantart :D

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“Soul dumbo and his glorified magic assistance” yeahhh.. They hated one another from the very beginning. Siphon just hates him more lol!

Doodles:

Soul masters Lore with this snail and over all the rest of the sanctum is interesting to me, I like him for the lore but he’s a big A bastard.

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