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Arthur and Drifter, redux

The top image I'd originally planned to submit for Tennocon 2025, but then worried about the implied nudity. So I did the bottom image (NYE kiss)...TWICE because I forgot to record a timelapse or take WIP shots the first time through. I repainted and recorded it this morning, only for a unanimous jury of my partners thinking the one in graphite red is the better image. And reminded me that Warframe players are a horny lot anyway, so implied nudity isn't necessarily a problem.

So I submitted the first one. These are both done in watercolor on Fabrizio hot-pressed watercolor paper. Both are done in Derwent tinted graphite: top in Port, bottom in Graphite Grey. With a bit of actual pencil work on the bottom one to sharpen some details.

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Finished Eleanor this morning :) Yes, I need to do the rest of the Hex. I felt guilty drawing so much of Arthur and nothing of anyone else. I blame Ben Starr (Arthur's VA)

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I meant to post this yesterday for #AColoradAyPRIL, as the color was #skyblue. But I got busy writing and forgot to get it scanned in. So here she is. Referenced from E:U from #Everglow, the Zombie comeback.

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Finished portrait of Kaya Velasco from Warframe. She is done in Kuretake pink coral from their Art Nouveau palette set, with low-lights in mauve. Painted on Fabriano hot-pressed watercolor paper.

Yes, I'm still obsessed with monochromatic portraits.

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today's WIP is Kaya Velasco from Warframe. I'm still on a monochromatic kick, so the painting at this point is entirely in pink coral from the Kuretake Art Nouveau palette. Planning to finish her tomorrow morning.

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Careful with birding you can become addicted to noticing beauty in everything and appreciating nature

BEWARE OF THIS!!

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I actually wrote a bit of fanfic to go with this particular image of Arthur and the Drifter...sharing their New Year's Eve kiss. There are potentially 1999 spoilers for Warframe. Image is done on Fabriano cold-pressed watercolor paper, in Derwent tinted graphite and Art Philosophies' metallic accent paint.

Same Auld Lang Syne

I stood beside Arthur on the balcony, and watched the fireworks  bursting through the upper level of windows in the back room. The  hour was approaching midnight. Faintly, we could hear the singing  start in the main mall area, where the civilian residents and other Hex  gathered to celebrate the coming new year. 

“What happens now?” Arthur asked.  

Should Auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne…

“Are we going to forget?” he asked. “That’s what happens, isn’t it?  We forget, and everything starts over?” 

“I don’t want to forget,” I said. “I think, for the first time ever, I  want to remember.” 

“Me too, love.” 

The song swelled, but I only had eyes for Arthur. We faced each  other. I could feel the tears pricking at my eyes when his fingers  caressed my cheek. His eyes stared deep into mine. “Don’t cry, love,”  he said. “If we forget, we will just fall in love all over again. “This is the only victory worth fighting for. You.” 

His kiss was sweet. My heart ached. I couldn’t lose him. Couldn’t  lose what we had. Remember, I told myself. Remember. Time spiraled. God, I remembered the spiral too well from Duviri.  The reset. I clung to Arthur, arms around his neck. He held me tight,  as if we could stave off the inevitable reset just by loving deeply  enough.  

Scenes flashed through my mind: seeing him for the first time. His  smile when I walked through the mall toward him. The first time we  realized we had feelings for each other. The first time we said I Love  You. The fights we had learning to love each other. The fights we had  with ourselves to learn to accept being loved. 

And more…laying in bed together, Yuqi stealing the bed. Kalymos  finally letting Arthur scritch her ears. It took us half of the year to  realize we loved each other. Half of the year to be together. And now? The spiral pulled me under. 

I was alone in the bed. I sat up in a panic, reaching to the other side  of the bed. It was still warm. I wanted to sigh in relief, but I couldn’t.  Not yet.  

Yuqi lay beside the bed, her head resting beside me. I sat up,  feeling a piercing pain in my chest. I remembered. Arthur. I  remembered everything. Did he remember?  

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I scrambled out of bed, my  heart in my throat.  

“Arthur?”  

“Right here, love,” he said, rounding the corner with two mugs of  coffee. He barely had time to set them down before I barreled into his  arms, frantically kissing him. He wrapped his arms around me,  returning my kisses with equal passion. 

“I…I was so scared,” I said, stopping to catch my breath.  “I’m sorry, love. You were sleeping so soundly, I thought I’d have  time to make the coffee before you woke.” 

I laughed through the tears. “So thoughtful,” I said. “Thank you.” “We were interrupted last night after our kiss at midnight,” he said,  his voice husky. “Want to pick up where we left off?”  

I wrapped myself around him, pressing my lips hard against his. He  easily lifted me, holding me close and striding across to spill us both  onto the bed. 

There were more memories to be made.

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it fucking sucks being a disabled person who can't work and having to see these fuckass posts where someone's like "ahaha jobless people have no life and that's why everyone shitty online has No Job" and everyone and their mother reblogs it joyfully onto my dash for me to see. yes unemployed and unemployable people are truly without exception dogshit people with no hobbies and no redeeming qualities. you're so right. anyway if you'll excuse me i have to start my shift at the I'll Never Be Employed Because Of Permanent Disability And I Love Knowing How You Really See Me store

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Still on the XLove kick, again with Rui. I didn't think I had a bias in the group, but guessing it would be Rui...he's just so much fun to draw! This is done in Derwent tinted graphite (Juniper), on Fabiano cold-pressed watercolor paper.

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Once you start thinking about humans as a species in a biome, it affects your entire way of looking at normal things.

The other day I referred to female morning joggers as an 'indicator species' in that if you see women jogging in the dark it means that the environment provides migration pathways (sidewalks, clear signs) and doesn't have any known predators of female morning joggers (guy with knife, bear, BigTruck, male morning joggers).

Though, I think that people consider framing humans as animals reacting to their environment as rude.

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Yesterday's artwork...Fang from My Time at Sandrock. Based on a screenshot from the Between the Lines quest.

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Number One Girl: Yet another Arthur/Drifter piece. The song Number One Girl by Rosè was playing in my head while painting this, thus it became the name of the piece.

Tell me that you need me, tell me that I'm loved Tell me that I'm worth it, and that I'm enough I need it and I don't know why... This late at night...

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I've ALMOST got the #Warframe art bug out of my system. Almost! Anyway, here's Arthur and my drifter. This is painted in Kuretake colored graphite (red graphite), on Fabriano cold-pressed watercolor paper.

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Rui from XLov, done in raw sienna acrylic ink.

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Kiss the Co*k: This is based on my Drifter and Arthur Nightingale from Warframe. In one of their conversations, Arthur offers cooking lessons...of course, the Drifter asks if he'll dress in an apron. And nothing else. So yes, I had to draw it. Low-key obsessed with the Arthur/Drifter dynamic (yes, there's even fan fic in the works to go along with it.)

Yes, it was pointed out that her boobs are on the large side. I hadn't intended that...but not planning to change it either.

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Do you think people who are virgin should write smut? I feel like most of them don’t even know what they’re writing and just write what they think sex is

the implication this ask suggests that people who write about murders, cannibalism, politics, magic, royalty au, sci-fi, wars, supernatural, time travel, medieval era, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins must be murderers, cannibals, presidents, wizards, royalties, astronauts, ghost hunters, soldiers, time travelers, knights, werewolves, vampires, mermaids or goblins in real life is so funny to me