#Fun fact: I did not use the bucket tool

[that-one-weird-kid-from-school]

Ey yo, I just discovered something pretty cool.

So, I need to give a bit of context first.

I draw Jevil pretty regularly in a highlighter style drawing, I just have not posted any of the drawings yet, I plan to, but just not soon.

And in the highlighter universe, there are two Jevils, a neon Jevil and a pastel Jevil. Both of the Jevils use the polychromatic colour scheme, aka, they are drawn with all the available highlighter colours.

One day, when I was drawing neon Jevil, I was trying something new and wanted to see if there was a drawing of six Jevils and every Jevil was a different colour.

I tried that and I fell in love with the results.

(Oh, by the way, eyestrain warning, the whole rainbow is going to be here.)

This looks so fucking cool!

There are some mistakes, yes, but that doesn't take away from the fact that this looks so sick!

I want to make them a mainstay on the Jevilverse, and I'm gonna name them "the gummy gang Jevils", since they remind me of gummy bears.

But I don't want them to just stay in the highlighter art style, I want to make fanart out of them and post it this year.

Besides, "neon Jevil" is based on regular Jevil and "pastel Jevil" is based on the black and white Joker card, so the gummy gang Jevils must have a counterpart as well.

I redesigned them into my digital art style and you can do nothing about it.

I used the same gimmick of anchor colour, neighbouring colours plus opposite colour, but since we are not playing with highlighter markers, I can change the brightness and saturation values a bit, not too much, since I want everything to be nice and bring.

And I did it all on the same specific drawing that I use every single time to test colour schemes, I don't use any other one, always specifically this one.

And here are the results. 🙂

It looks so great, I love how they are different in the exact same way, yet they all have different personalities, I love it!

They don't remind me of gummy bears, so they shouldn't be called "the gummy gang Jevils", being rainbow is now much more unique to them, so the name should enforce that.

I'm thinking of "the little rainbow Jevils" or if you want you could call them "the rainbow six", "the rainbow mafia" or "the colour cult" just anything that has the rainbow as the highlight.

Anyway, I think that I have rambled for long enough, I can't wait to make art of the little rainbow Jevils, g'bye.

[emptyjunior]

I know idol culture has its flaws but honestly I have So much respect for fans that understand how the mechanics of fame works. Like being Extremely aware of the tactics an idol is using to grow their career- and supporting that and being able to actively help your idol succeed.

I think that being Honest about the fact that this person is clearly Trying to do something at least has a bit of integrity.

I just think in the world of western celebrity culture- we're sort of deluding ourselves of Haha can you believe this just naturally happened. Can you believe their outfit turned out good.

I think it's dangerous!!!! No Brad Pitt is not "effortlessly cool" there is effort! A Lot of effort! There is a team of people carefully curating everything you are seeing about him. "Did Leo d'caprio just become a soft teddy bear?" No babe. He has a terrible public image with the younger generation so they put a bucket hat on that old man so you'd uwu him.

Every celebrity is Trying very hard.

Which they should, it's a job they are doing and they should put effort and work in.

But like the way a lot of us are willing to go "ohh Anthony Bridgerton Jurassic Park looks so much like a hot English teacher here, does he know?" Yes he Knows. That is what the stylist was going for. That is Advertisement for his character.

Like enjoy things all you want, have fun, watch movies but just be careful! What you are watching IS a performance! You need to ask yourself what is the intention behind the performance and who gains from it?

Celebrity culture is a really powerful tool and I think it Can be uplifting and feel good to root for someone but just be Aware people can use it to manipulate you. The experience you're seeing of that singer, that influencer, that actor it IS curated.

And I don't think being honest about that erases the effort or talent of a celebrity at all! But I really do think we all have to learn how to spot PR stunts, so if you do participate you can do it Willingly and Knowingly

[capicola323427]

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!

Fun fact, in making this image it was surprisingly my most easiest yet visually pleasing work. I've always viewed at as a graph like this

Of course, that isn't true! It's more like this

That is to say, I believe this illustration allowed me to focus on the efficient fundamentals I built!

Everything here was rendered with only three brushes. All of them the default brushes that come with CSP. Which includes Pastel, Airbrush, and Mechanical Pencil. Because it was a lineless style, that means I could be a lot more forgiving of mistakes here and there. Something doesn't look right? All I gotta do is add a little more with the GPen to the shape. Or can I just draw an outline in the color I want and fill it in with the bucket tool with a area scaling of 0.10! I have to practice more with lineless styles, it is fun! Rendering was a breeze too.

Which was a simple process of:

Create shape > Shade with Airbrush > Highlight with Airbrush > Shade with Pastel > Multiply Shading > Lower Multiply Layer Opacity > Overlay with Textured Fill > Move Textured Fill Layer > Finished!

It's a few steps, but once you get into the groove, it becomes very efficient. I'm sure there's ways I could shave off a few layers, like combining the Airbrush process into two layers instead of one but ehhh sometimes I do it, sometimes I don't. Usually, the bigger the shape the more likely I'll use more layers and the smaller the shape the less likely I'll use more layers! Of course, this process isn't a concrete ruling. Sometimes, I'll use more layers for extra things like the bell required more layers for rendering the shininess of metal! Anyways, I would like to believe I did a decent job at recreating the feel, the vibe, and or general look of an old Christmas Card that's more retro in nature. With a focus on simple shapes, a lineless rendering style, and using textured brushes to render, I think I got it down packed. I used a tiny bit of Chromatic Aberration to give it a little bit of a visual pop, and brighten up the colors. It's subtle, but it works.

Oh, and here's something cool! To get a more embossed Christmas Card feel, I used a new tool that came with Clip Studio Paint!

N O R M A L M A P !

Cool, right? I use a pirated copy of Clip Studio Paint 3.0 and it comes with a tool that allows you to create normal maps from illustrations. Which, from what Google tells me: "A normal map is a texture mapping technique used to add surface details to 3D models without altering their geometry" ...Neat!

Anyways, here's what it looks like

Freaky, right?

It looks like an embossed letter when you set a layer color to it too!

Anyways, I overlayed it on top of the finished illustration, set it to multiply and set the layer color to a warm yellow and it gives it not only texture but a sense of depth too! It's super cool, if you digitally paint you should try it!

With Normal Map Overlay Effect

Without Normal Map Overlay Effect

It's subtle but it's there.

Anyways, that's enough blathering from me! Merry Christmas everyone! I'll be answering some asks this week, so stay tuned!!!

[ava-rewrite]

I ended up finding a better picture for this drawing I did in October. I don't have the file, nor the export, because I drew it during FIBDA (BD/Comic festival in my country) on the Institut Français (french institute ??) 's stand.

So I was drawing for the second time on a Wacom Tablet (screenless this time) and my first time drawing on Photoshop too.

I noted at the time :

"I ever drew on Photoshop before. It took me an embarrassing amount of time to find the bucket tool lol, and the fact that the brush size didn't change with the brush used weirded me out, I kept using the default round brush"

" Second time using a Wacom tablet (screenless). It was quite comfortable to use. Though, it acted weird from time to time and I kept going out of bound because it was so so small in comparison to the monitor and thus not really precise either"

"It ain't finished cause l got tired obv"

Lots of fun that day

[highly-flammable]

IDK about y’all but I was having a quite a bit of fun watching Cami and Klaus antagonizing each other during 3x11 and 3x12. It was pretty hot. Of course a lot of it was stressful or heart-wrenching too, and I was kind of frustrated at the characters, but they were hot. Sorry, not sorry. Had the ship not had a bunch of loud and irrationally hateful antis, there would have been furniture-breaking angry makeup sex after that whole fiasco lol

And I swear some CK antis are way more pressed about the chess piece incident than Klaus ever was. Cami stealing the white oak might be a big deal and Klaus wasn’t wrong to be mad at her, but her headspace was still understandable. She rightly pointed out that the possibility of death that Klaus and his siblings only faced when there was white oak at play was what she had to face all day, everyday. And she used to think Klaus could protect her from anything in the world, but she got kidnapped while he was still in the city, and by the time he found her she had already been compelled to kill herself. She had to slit her own throat and die while he was right next to her, sleeping. If that wasn’t a bucket of ice water on the notion that he could protect her from everything and she wouldn’t have to do anything for herself, what would be?

She did take a hard line when she stole the chess piece, but before that, well-intentioned as Klaus was, he was repeatedly patronizing and antagonizing her. Bless him, he was trying to help. It was a lot coming from Klaus. But it wasn’t enough. He expected her to snap back into her perfectly rational fearless form after that kind of a traumatic event and intense metamorphosis, so that they could just get on with their lives. And the more she would act out, the more he would react instead of trying harder to de-escalate the situation. He was right that she shouldn’t have the dark objects, but while Hayley’s mentality was that Cami shouldn’t have them because she might wrongly use them, Klaus himself was thinking more in the vein of “Cami’s gonna go and be reckless and get herself killed so I must hold her back”. My girl deserved two days of getting to throw a tantrum and others properly trying to calm her down, okay? She had been doing that for them for two years.

To be fair, I think it’s quite difficult to counsel people who you consider to be wise and who you are used to being counselled by. We see Klaus and Hayley both struggle with this. It ultimately took Vincent to help her out because he had the necessary emotional tools to do it, which the others lacked.

Anyway, Klaus was more hurt at the fact that she couldn’t trust him to protect her and guide her. He wasn’t even that bothered after Aurora stole the chess piece, aside from the fact that Cami almost got killed. He was having a drink with Elijah and being sassy at the end of 3x12. He literally never even brought up that whole thing to Cami after 3x12. In 3x15 he went to her and tried to make peace, and did not mention that issue once. Fortunately Klaus’ character had more sense than the average anti and knew he couldn’t blame everything on Cami, like taking the chess piece was her mistake but Aurora’s doings were not her fault, the same way Aurora kidnapping Cami, and getting her to drink vampire blood and slit her own throat, all due to her possessiveness over Klaus, were not Klaus’ fault.

[lloyd283]

When rifting, notma has another fit, so she rests whilst every but claire cares for her because she's trying to locate where brooklynn's ended up.

Call the shots:

Well, after the events of the corrupted cometh, Penn zero and sashi kobayashi are back in action, with boone on mechanics after focusing on tech based studies at school. Brooklynn just rifts through the gate before it picks up a speedster in a familiar superhero reality to them. Therefore, with little information, she joins the mission, in which only Penn is in hero form. Sashi's got her power from the sequel series, and brooklynn's Chrome Prosthetic is a multi-tool/weapon. (Even an arm cannon) who was it: It's A-Train and thrull as he's finally worn out and needs help to stop thrull this time, who's developed a power axe from entering the reality.

A fight breaks out with Penn providing muscle and calling the shots, sashi being herself and brooklynn bringing range whilst A-Train and the heroes of the reality join him to help our trio. The combined force break the axe and defeat thrull in that massive strike, so after re-indroductions, our team return with A-Train. Unfortunately, A-Train has to run through the reality gate as his reality believes he's dead, and Penn with sashi are needed by singularity to appear at paris and booze asks who'll protect the realities to which June del toro arrives with her power fists to do their job if Penn says so, and he does with boone accompanying her, setting the missions beforehand.

So, why have I attached Breathe by the prodigy with it's iconic sound here? Well, brooklynn is able to access O.A servers and view footage from Lloyd's life, after we learned from mouth and one flashback in Ep1. We see new POVs as we see Lloyd's past more, starting with Gerald Wolfe leaking nemesis to the public in 1993 (hey, if someone like him would leak something of that magnitude, you'd do the same.). We see a video where brooklynn and Lloyd's doing a video about a challenge to steal a fake crown jewels with real security and upon being caught, they get a water bucket, which they both embrace during as friends, even seeing her ALS ice bucket video in which Lloyd casually says it's not that cold (brooklynn was howling at this.) Then we get worrying video now as during that tea party Fiasco whilst Lloyd uses the restroom after the dropped scone and getting a pardon with a security guard by the toilets seeing black smoke with embers before it attacks and pulls him in, no damage apart from a temporary arm cast from the sheer force. Next we return to kind heartwarming memorises with him and brooklynn curling up with her parents as she finds them enough of a gift- a side of brooklynn's past we've hardly seen, as if Lloyd brought the best caring side of her, that she slowly let grow during the show. We also see fun facts with Lloyd, but they're always in the first tense like he personally was present then, which defies the laws of life itself! (It always got lots of views and likes, so she loved each time he had a new one). In 2018, she sees cctv that matches the tea party incident with audio suggesting it could be an emotionally charged attack that's highly unpredictable as well as Lloyd's passed away lover, confirming to her why when she brought up cait, he got angry for once, saying "poor Lloyd". She even wants to hold him tight like how friendly they did before camp and Lloyd's emotional pain. What finally she says really kicks things up, as the location is unknown and footage is seen of a pristine place in which Lloyd does magic, giving to something off screen before collapsing. Blockbuster panics as he's exherting his powers when others won't know what he's done, as well as hinting that Lloyd's lost a lot more than just his lover.....

A distressed brooklynn is force rifted away as claire arrives to a quiet scene and a computer glow.....

[imagineitdearies]

Hi Imogen,

Long time lurker, first time poster. I wanted to let you know how much I've been enjoying Perfect Slaughter. I think you do such an inspiring justice to with the sheer horror of abuse, comfort of connection, characterization and extension of the source material in your writing. I've never read a fanfic quite like what you have done and you deserve so much kudos for it!!

Since you have mentioned you're a D&D nerd (same!), I'm curious about your answers to 2 questions about mechanics:

1) Have you thought about the tool or material that could be used to create the inevitable back scars 😞 ? I've noticed in your writing how much you have highlighted how flawless the spawn are once they've fully healed. All I can think of is something relating to a silvered weapon or something made out of infernal iron. I also know you probably can't fully answer this without it being spoiler-y.

2) This is more a game question, but I've had a few back and forths with my "forever DM" partner on this. Does Cazador actually die in BG3? For all my experience playing, I have admittedly never fought a vamp lord on table top. But from what I understand, there are few ways to actually kill them (I know of breaking their resting place or trapping their mist form). If Astarion comes in with a knife during a vamp's healing phase, would that kill them for good? I feel like I'm missing something here.

Anyway thank you! Apologies if you already got this ask (I'm new to using Tumblr). I'm looking forward to Ch. 23!

-MafWaff

Hi MafWaff 🥰 Always glad to meet a fellow d&d nerd!

Haha I did get your previous ask and was actually sitting down to tackle my ask inbox after a crazy week (just moved to a different state), so you have impeccable timing! Thank you so so much for your kind words, I'm endlessly ecstatic to hear that the story is being enjoyed. To answer your questions:

Yes I have thought about this! In canon, Astarion says Cazador used 'his needle' to carve the runes. I indeed have my own fancanon as to how exactly Cazador got them to be permanent and it will come up in Perfect Slaughter!

From what I understand, what Astarion does in canon without any other explanation wouldn't, in fact, kill Cazador for good by dnd law 😂 but bg3 definitely plays hard and fast with the rules when it wants to, so we're left to justify why the vampire lord doesn't just mist form back into his coffin again! Breaking/destroying their resting place, trapping their mist form for two hours, or reducing them to 0 HP while they're in sunlight or running water--ie rivers/lakes/ocean, not a bucket, of course--so they can't go into mist form at all are all viable methods for dnd. If you stake them in their resting place, they're instead incapacitated/paralyzed for a millennia until the stake rots entirely away (or some idiot un-stakes them). Others are welcome to chime in if I've missed something!

Sometimes the gaps and discrepancies between dnd lore and bg3 can be a bit frustrating (and spark some tiresome debates online, lol) but these ones have honestly been fun for me to figure out! Sort of like a puzzle I get to shape the missing pieces into 😊

Anyways, I'm excited for you guys to see what I came up with in future chapters!

[depressedhatakekakashi]

trick or treat ! 🎃

Add’s one of these to your bucket 🥰🥰🥰

“Look!” Spinning his pumpkin around, Naruto grinned as both of his teammates leaned in to get a look at it. “Amazing, isn’t it?”

Sakura cringed. “Naruto, what is that?”

“It looks like a really bad Kunai,” Sasuke frowned. “Or a hand sign?”

The smile dropped off of Naruto’s face. “A bad Kunai!?” He argued. “Are you blind!? It’s clearly a bowl of ramen.”

Sasuke shook his head. “That is not a bowl of ramen.”

“Yes it is!”

“Where are the noddles?” Sakura asked. “Or the chopsticks?”

“Well, I-I’m not done yet!” Turning the pumpkin back toward himself, Naruto continued to work. “Just need to- and right here- oh and here.”

Shaking his head, Sasuke glared down at the pumpkin he’d been tasked to work on. It was the perfect carved pumpkin, with fangs on the mouth and little angry eyes, but he couldn’t help but feel like it looked a little emoty.

Devoid of life.

“It looks good,” Sakura insisted, invading his space for the seventh time since Kakashi had left them to work on their pumpkins. “I bet Kakashi-Sensei will put it at the front of the display. You’ll definitly win the competition.”

“Bo way!” Naruto’s head shot up suddenly. “I’m going to win!”

“With a bad kunai?” Snickering, Sakura returned to her own pumpkin. “Good luck.”

“Sakura…” Sasuke sighed. He never understood her insistence on making fun of Naruto, even if the loser’s pumpkin did look bad he didn’t need to be reminded of that fact.

“It’ll look like a bowl of ramen!” Naruto insisted. “Just you wait! I’ll blow everyone out of the water and win that first place prize!”

Sasuke shook his head and made his way around the table. “Here,” he held out a hand for the knife Naruto was using to carve.

“But, Kakashi-sensei said we can’t help each other,” Sakura argued. “If he finds out…”

“Who cares?” Sasuke huffed, though he knew Sakura was wrong. Just as he always did their Sensei had spoken about the rules, but he was the last person who was going to enforce them.

If he found out Sasuke had helped Naruto, he was more likely to congradulate him on good teamwork than he was to punish him for breaking the rules.

“Sasuke…”

“Just give me the tool,” he insisted. “And tell me what you want.”

The smile returned to Naruto’s face full for e, and without a seconds hesitation he handed over the carving knife and stepped aside. “A bowl of ramen,” he began explaining. “With prom, and green onion, oh and a fish cake!”

[pedropascalunofficial]

How proud you must be with Pedro being nominated for two Emmys! So glad those bad terrible fans who watched and shared Strange Way of Life didn’t jeopardize his chances of getting nominated.

AM I PROUD OF PEDRO?

Welcome to my Ted Talk.

Thank you for thinking about me and taking time out of your evidently busy schedule to ask me if I’m proud.

I am so fucking proud of Pedro I could squeeze him. I hope he knows how proud we are of him and I hope he’s proud of himself. He gave his all to his performance of Joel and it’s evident in the shows success. Fans have watched for years as he thrown himself fully into roles whether the roles he have been good or not, and people in the industry finally noticed. The fact Pedro got the part of Joel ahead of an A-list star (Matthew McConaughey) is a big moment for him so to have his work on The Last of Us be recognised at such a big event is really important for his career and for him personally.

His Emmy nods have been years in the making and on the way we’ve seen Pedro tick off some boxes on his bucket list.

• He wanted to be in a Broadway play and he did that playing alongside Glenda Jackson in King Lear.

• He’s always wanted to work with the Coen brothers and now he’s worked with Ethan Coen in Drive Away Dolls.

• He said he wanted to be in a videogame movie, and he starred in The Last of Us.

• El Mariachi was massive when we were young, so I’m sure working with Robert Rodriguez on both The Mandalorian and We Can Be Heroes was a dream come true (maybe not in roles though).

• He starred in The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent with Nicholas Cage, who starred in one of his favourite movies while growing up Peggy Sue Got Married.

• One of his biggest dreams come true so far has been working with Pedro Almodóvar in Strange Way of Life alongside Ethan Hawke, which was shot on location in Spain where Sergio Leone, an inspiration for The Mandalorian, shot his movies. That’s insane.

I take issue with people in Pedro’s fandom sharing an independent film which was the life long dream of his, a dream he shared with his mother and family who are his whole world because I can see it means more to him than his other movies have in the past. He talked about that before the movies release. I was ashamed to be part of the fandom when so many people went on twitter to openly share the download of Strange Way of Life. You can say it was fans who were excited about the movie but all of the talk was about his ass. (If you’re going act like that then please have some class and do it on tumblr.) Most of these weren’t fans who will ever pay for a ticket or show the movie respect as a piece of art. It showed outsiders (and people who might want to work with Pedro someday) exactly what many of us see in this fandom, people who call themselves fans but have no real interest in supporting Pedro’s work. There are an awful lot of people in this fandom who take and take from “their fav” with zero remorse. People who don’t know Pedro’s work or want to. People who just see him as a tool to grow their social media following. A stepping stone in their long list of fixations they leached likes off. Can no one see that he has seen this and pushed fans away?! Or do they just choose to carry on regardless of the consequences because its “only a bit of fun”. Well jokes on you coz he fucking left. He saw what the fandom had become before all this and he bounced. Good for him.

He left because there are ppl like you who don't care that there is a human man just trying to work surrounded by all of this bullshit. One who has worked for years in a gruelling career to earn enough respect from his peers and against all odds he is landing roles has dreamt of. But with that career came fans, people who love his work and support it. They share it amongst each other and talk about it ad nauseam online because their real life friends can’t listen anymore. Then that fandom grew, a lot of people who cared came on board, but there were also fair weather soul suckers. Leaches that go from fandom to fandom trying to find their tribe by tearing things down in order to garner attention from others in order to gather likes.  You, my friend, are the latter. Your messages and your attitude are that of someone with zero regard for the artist who has to show up to work with a black cloud of a rabbid fandom following him. Do you care how that affects his career or how it affects how he views supporters? Nah, you don’t. Coz he’s your dancing monkey. A one dimensional fuck toy you choose to waste your time fawning over rather supporting HIS FUCKING WORK!!!!!! No one wants people like you here. You will not find your tribe by being a c*nt to the person you say you support. We’ve seen this before and it doesn’t end well so why not fuck off now and save all of us some time and energy.

People download movies early, shit happens, but most have the class to keep their mouths shut about it. Super classy people pay for a ticket in the theatre to atone for their sins. It’s not good, but it happens. Most people have the intelligence to keep their mouths shut about it, either out of respect for the artist they support or out of fear of being caught but not you or your soul sucker friends. The fandom that day was a fucking disgrace and no amount of coming into my inbox doubling down on your shitty behaviour will change that fact. Save it for someone who cares, maybe someone in your next fandom.

Welcome back by the way. You’re obviously keeping well if you’re finding the time to troll my inbox. However, I see you're still searching for some class but, don't worry, you'll get there. Either you'll find it yourself by gaining some self-awareness, or someday someone might just punch enough of it into your face that some of it sticks❤️ Judging by your attitude, you'll eventually get what you deserve.

And tell me you're a fair weather fan without saying you are. Pedro Pascal, you know, the man you pretend to care about was nominated for THREE Emmys! If you genuinely gave a shit you’d know that. If you would like any more help with numbers, may I recommend you watch some Sesame Street. You probably wouldn't watch it anyway since Pedro hasnt been on it with his ass out, but I wanted to help you out so i made a picture for your wall 😁

Have a great day!

[the-firebird69]

Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood (1988) - Ending

This leads into Jason takes Manhattan and there's a couple things that happen after this in the movie but they're not letting him post it and they end up chased by him on a boat I have to wonder how that happens he's actually walking on the bottom of the harbor no it's in another boat and it does happen that he capsizes and he goes after them and they're kind of waiting for him they don't really want the action but there is action there and they want him and he's disgusting and deteriorating very badly tries to heal becomes jabba the Hutt and gets beat up pretty good comes back there's a bunch of movies gets into blade runner starcraft and is killed by his wife's sister because he plans to kill her he's a rude piece of s*** and he was impressing our people now we're going to oppress him and his people right now he is trying to form ranks up up north and he's dying. He's getting overrun and our son and daughter are laughing because he's such a prick but we think it's fun because he used to laugh when people would die and we think it's fun that he's dying. We don't really laugh because we have to do the job no we're laughing at him he's a boob what he says is funny because he's always say he's going to win everything and he's a low level nothing. He's going to do more work in the area of satanism and it's really devil worship and he's lame and his people are worse that's what happens and of course our son thought you're going to fall you were a little bit of a wimp and a f** and he has to pay you back for almost getting him hurt you're going to die. And up north are getting wiped out they the truth. And stop talking back don't have a safe stuff and we're sending penalties after you bud it'll be in the penalty box and your stupid mask on hey boy you a queer you're wearing our son's jumpsuit and you leave that back by the way after all done you just need the hockey mask that maybe for Halloween but the jumpsuits too small we have a solution for that it's too small now and you're a teeny person with a tv. You have a small brain and you don't know you're being watched and don't know what we can do all this stuff you're just a horrible tool for the empire and it's gross what you did was what they wanted yeah we heard about it three buckets of chicken and a 12 or something that's how you talk nobody gets my KFC instead of saying in your aftermarket watch so he's upset. I mean doesn't damn Dave have a better idea he's smiling and saying that s*** isn't worth anything he said yeah because it's a work suit stupid. And he says oh I get it. There's other things happening and he's telling him the bad news but really there getting crushed up there just sending reinforcements and it's not really helping bja is moving his troops up and they're fighting Trump in his son says you spoiled the boy it is not laughing anything he's not laughing and he's saying you're a fact to Jason who's saying whose fault is it really and our son says we're the rest of your bunkers oh yeah they're at them now and he's going oh yeah those bugs are going after us and he's threatening our son so we're going to raise our arms and hands and smash him he's going to be dead and he looks great in that movie Friday the 7th of the 7th version it really looks good yep and yours your chest bones are teeny it looks like it's from a little baby and he's not laughing cuz I don't think there's anything to your body it's the jumpsuit is making you look like you're something he says I'm disease can you tell do you want a metal you want some metal and it says I'm about to die they're doing this s*** said from the other movies your face is still discontented there and he's going it's contorted there at least you know I mean as far as watch this girl you kind of lame so it's something else but this happens to him because of this bug incident

Thor Freya

Olympus

[windasett]

Vines!! I drew vines!! At least that's what I think they are! But anyway, I absolutely love how this drawring came out!!!! Like, JUS LOOK AT IT MAN. I really enjoyed making this, probably the most fun I've had drawing in a while.

The red things: I'm not sure what they're supposed to be. Well like, I know what each one is, but as a whole I don't know what the meaning behind them could be. Like, to fill in the empty space between the green lines, sure, but what else could the red drawrings be doing?? What could they all symbolize? What greater purpose do they serve man???

Speaking of the color red, I originally started this with the full intent of NOT using red at all. Here's what happened: I got to my laptop and was like, "Let's start drawring, hell yeah!!" And then I pulled up my krita and before I even laid a FINGER on my lil pen for my drawing pad, I was like, "What color should I use for this?" So, there I was, pondering what color I should use for my upcoming masterpiece. Then, a though came to me! I was like, "What about red? It's supposed to be the color most likely to grab a persons attention or something, right?" But then my schizophrenic ass was like "How DARE YOU try and manipulate human color psychology to try and get more attention from others with your art? That's a cheap trick! You outta be ashamed of yourself!" And so I was! For a little bit, at least. So then I was like "Okay fine, I wont use red. Sorry. Matter of fact, I'll even go as far as to use it's opposite for my drawing: Green!" And so I chose my green, got a really big brush size, and did one stroke. After that one stroke, however, I quickly realized that I had no clue what I was drawing. But, staying true to what my unlicensed improv teacher once taught me, I decided to just go with it. Next thing ya know, I drew another green line. And then another. And they started getting curvy, And then sharp! And I just kinda did that for a while till I had a relatively evenly spread out green line field. After this, I was like, "I really don't like the white background. It takes away intensity from the green!" So I got the paint bucket tool n filled everything in with black! (Due to the order of me doing this, by the way, was why there was little white gaps left between the black and green, I'm sure you can see gaps I'm talkin bout) HOWEVER. Get ready. This is where red gets involved. See, HOWEVER, now that there was the green lines and the black background, I felt it gave off a sense of solitude. And solitude, especially when presented in a form of art, makes me generally sad. My own drawing making me sad was a veeery big problem. So, here was my solution: Fill in the black areas between the green lines with something, so that everything feels less lonely! I thought this was an amazing idea. But before I even laid a MOLECULE on my lil pen for my drawing pad, I was like, "What color should I use for this?" So, there I was, thinking of what color should be used for empty space. And I almost immediately got an idea! Use the complimentary color of green to fill in the dark areas! This would make sure the dark areas looked populated due to the contrast of green and it's opposite making each other more noticeable to the eye! (In this case, benefiting the latter a bit more than the former, considering the size of the brushes used for both) By the way, forgot to mention this, but this is assuming you use the RYB color wheel. So, yeah, ended up choosing red for the lil drawings in the green because it contrasted nice with green. Pretty ironic, I'd say: I chose green to avoid red, yet, it was only because of green that I had to chose red again. Pretty neat!

Oh also the word cunt is hidden somewhere in the drawing

[highbookwormofthecentury]

wait hold on

I may be an ibis paint user, but I only started using ibis this school year, and I have no clue about anything you just mentioned 😭

(I have no clue what free hand assets, color balances, unsharp masks, and posterizing is or how to do it)

All Lloyd’s should have a twink waist at some point or another and I stand by this claim

The quality of the video was fine! It was fast di I just put it on .5 speed and kept pausing to understand the steps lol

so from what I’ve seen, you tend to add a bunch of stray/stringy hairs, and you start off with base colors and add the lineart later.

You also know how shadows work, which should be a given for artists, but I have no clue how lighting and shadows work. Which is probably a big problem actually.

Also holy crap when I saw the TGS civilian Lloyd sketch—TF YOU MEAN YOU JUST DID IT PERFECT THE FIRST TIME?? Like DAMN 😭

Also this is my (WIP) TGS Civillian Lloyd!—

haven’t rendered yet bc I just bucket tooled every color on there. Fun fact—I suck at drawing hoods on digital so I ended up using your TGS Civilian Lloyd as a reference for that! Also I find it so funny that we draw eyelashes the same way. I’m probably gonna try to recolor this with the lineart on a translucent setting so I just have the colors on there.

by the way this piece currently consists of 13 layers lol

I think I got it to this point faster than I normally do because I just. Didn’t use a base. I normally do but I didn’t this time and I didn’t keep making new layers every two seconds

(three layers are for hair lineart, one layer that has the face, neck, and the ears in it, one layer for the outline of his shoulders, one layer for the hood, two layers for the choker, and the rest are all color layers)

Could you help me identify where the shadows would go/coloring tips for this one in general? I wanna make his eyes glowy too (haven’t gotten to coloring the scleras black and adding his radioactive green irises yet…but soon…)

Fuckass speedpaint (Ibis paint did NYAT wanna export this) (I'm sorry it's so fast 😭 + SHIT quality)

@highbookwormofthecentury

@astro-nomaly (Thought you might wanna see the process of the swampy bog mf)

I'm sorry he had a twink waist at some point (we didn't know what we was doing 😔🙏)

Anyway some extra stuff not mentioned-

I used a free hand asset from Ibis paint since hands give me trouble sometimes

I use color balance, unsharp mask, and posterize in the Ibis paint filters. (Color balance for the more golden-y version of this piece) unsharp mask gives it this nice finish and makes the lines pop, and posterize sort of solidifies the colors.

[anthologiemystika]

Weather Magic 101

One of the most common forms of magic, and the most fun, weather magic is found around the world in many forms and iterations. While not necessarily difficult, it is indeed an advanced form of magic. Here I will go over the basics of weather magic, how it works, and the difficulties surrounding it.

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Basics of Weather Magic

Weather magic is based on the principle of controlling or manipulating the weather to suit your will. This can be anything from starting a small breeze, stopping blizzard, or bringing rain. That being said, weather magic is a very powerful form of magic. You are dealing with nature directly, and it’s laws, as such it is not so much about “controlling” the weather, it is more of a request for the weather to do what you wish it to. It is also unpredictable at best. You can cast the same spell for rain, with similar weather conditions, and the first time you might get a drizzle and other times you might get a deluge.

Weather magic surprisingly falls under the left hand path or magic. As it affects multiple people and multiple environments unwillingly, it is almost considered a type of compulsion spell. While many people are a bit confused by this, it is easy to forget that just because you want rain, doesn’t mean your neighbors do. Due to this, weather magic is usually not practiced by those who practice the threefold law due to its unpredictability in nature, and the fact that there is very little you can do to control it or stop it once it is in the works.

As weather magic relies on precise circumstances to work, it is also one of the most common types of magic to fail. Since magic relies on the belief of the user that it is going to work, it is not recommended for beginners as most beginners will get dismayed when it doesn’t work which can negatively impact their practice. When something in magic fails, we tend to think “what did I do wrong” or “maybe I am just not cut out for this”, however if weather magic fails the proper question you should ask yourself is “were the circumstances correct for this to work, or was I setting myself up for failure”?

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How Weather Magic Works

The first thing to remember about weather magic is that, as all things are of nature, it follows its own laws that cannot be broken. For example, all the conditions need to be just right for it to even have a hope of succeeding. What this means is that you cannot summon snow in summer and you cannot call a wind on a calm day. That being said, if the conditions are right, nothing is more satisfying than calling up a wind or storm when it is needed. Indeed, even calling up a rain is a fun and worthwhile activity.

Almost all forms of weather magic fall under the category of sympathetic magic. Sympathetic magic is a type of magic where you use items, tools, or even movement to manipulate the energy and clearly describe how you want the energy to work and move. For example, in sympathetic magic you might take a bucket of water and dump it on the ground to help show that you want rain to fall. Sympathetic magic works by tying the energies together creating a relatable cause and effect mirroring scenario. In other words, “do what I am showing you”.

Once you have cast the spell or done the working, one of the most important things to remember is that weather is unpredictable by its very nature, as such it is not unusual to accidentally create something you did not want. Imagine that the air is a dam. One the one side you have an area of high pressure, and on the other side and area of low pressure. If you want to create a wind, you need to poke a small whole in the damn to give the air molecules a place to move from the area of high pressure to low pressure. However once you poke the whole in the damn, it could trickle out, come out in a stream, or the damn could burst. You have no control over this, for this is the way nature works, and also is what makes weather magic so unpredictable. You cannot control it, you can only start the process and let it run its course. And just like a dam, it will burst when it is good and ready, not any time sooner.

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Difficulties With Weather Magic

So weather magic is not for beginners, by any means. On top of the likelihood of the spell failing and the inability to control what you want to happen and when, weather magic is deceptively easy which makes it dangerous. Most weather spells have few ingredients or supplies, have a few words, and an action. Mostly or the rituals can be done and completed within an hour at most, as such it is an easy draw for beginner witches. Besides, what beginner witch doesn’t want to make rain? That is part of the danger, the allure.

Weather magic, like most forms of magic, can backfire and have consequences. Unlike most forms of magic, weather magic affects an entire area as such, everyone in that area has to live with the consequences of your actions. Take for example the Australian wildfires. A few years ago, there were massive wildfires in Australia, some of the worst the country had ever seen. In a moment of solidarity, witches the world over did spells for rain. And guess what? It worked! Soon the area was inundated with rain which helped to put out the fires. But the rain didn’t stop when the fires were done, it kept raining. It rained record rainfall in an area that normally doesn’t get much rain, which resulted in massive flooding and destruction that rivaled the fire itself.

That is the biggest risk for weather magic, having to think about what could happen. The question isn’t COULD you do something, but SHOULD you do it? Would it be helpful to bring rain during a drought or stop a blizzard in its tracks? Of course. However what could you be affecting or changing with those actions? Whose lives are you affecting, and what could be the blowback for that?

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In Conclusion

Being a storm witch, a Tempestarii, or even just playing with the weather can be a fun and rewarding experience. But it also carries with it the responsibility that you are indeed playing with magic that can affect the lives on many others. Doing your research, understanding the principles and science of weather, and asking SHOULD you versus COULD you, will help to lead to practice the best type of weather magic there is. The safe kind.

***All Images were taken from Pinterest***

[atths--twice]

Bored in Minnesota

Paperwork boring him, Mulder seeks a way to push thoughts of it to the side.

December 22, 1995 The Roadside Motel Minnesota

Sighing as he rolled his neck, Mulder looked down at the paperwork before him. God he hated it with a passion, but it had to be done. Taking a drink of the coffee beside him, he grimaced when he found that it had become cold.

He stood up and stretched, grabbing the mug and dumping it into the sink before rinsing it out. Walking back to the small coffee pot, he picked up the carafe, and was going to fill it up in the bathroom, when something thudded hard against his door.

He jumped back and set the carafe down quickly, walking to the door peephole and looking through it. Nothing could be seen and suddenly it happened again, causing him to jump back once more.  

“What in the hell?” he muttered, going to the window and pulling back the curtain cautiously.

Across the parking lot of the motel, was a large empty field, which was currently full of snow. A group of kids were heading toward it, running through the motel’s parking lot and throwing snowballs as they shouted to each other. He laughed as he watched them and made a quick decision.

The paperwork could wait. He needed to get out of the motel room for a bit, clear his head.

Putting on his boots he had thankfully brought with him, he quickly bundled up, and opened his door as he slid on his gloves. He grinned as he turned to the room beside him and knocked on Scully’s door.

She opened it, looking a bit irritated, and as he watched the snow falling from her door he realized they must have hit her door as well. Grinning again, he raised his eyebrows at her.

“You have to be just as bored as I am. Let’s take a break.”

“And join a snowball fight? Getting cold and wet from the snow? No, thank you,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m perfectly fine staying here where it’s warm and undisturbed. For the most part, anyway.” She gestured to the door and he shrugged.

“Come on, Scully,” he said. “Seeing as we’re stuck here for the night at least, let’s make the most of it. It’ll be fun.”

“No thank you, Mulder,” she said firmly. “You enjoy yourself. Hopefully there will be enough hot water for you when you come back near freezing.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, crossing her arms and then reaching for the door handle. “See you later.”

She closed the door on him and he shook his head, waiting for a minute, hoping she would change her mind. When she did not, he shrugged and turned around, running past their car which was covered in snow.

He could hear the kids laughing, mostly teenagers from the size and sound of them, and he smiled as he joined in.

For nearly a half hour, a few created mounds of staggered snow walls with shovels and other tools, while others collected snowballs in buckets and on large plastic sleds, awaiting the battle that would commence. Words were shouted back and forth, challenges extended, and rogue snowballs flew across the space between them.

Happy and laughing more than he had in a while, not minding the fact that he was cold and his nose was running, Mulder gathered some snowballs, and glanced toward the motel, an idea beginning to form in his head.

“Hey, it’s Ashley, right?” he asked the girl closest to him and she nodded. “Great. I have a friend in the motel over there and I know she could use a break from her work she’s doing. Could you help me persuade her?”

“What did you have in mind?” she asked with a grin and he smiled back, telling her of his plan.

Soon four of them, plus him, were walking across to the motel armed with a bucket of snowballs. Mulder knew there was a fifty/fifty chance that the idea would work, but he was willing to take it.

Stuck there for the night, and with the possibility of more snow in the forecast, there was a strong chance they might be spending Christmas in the motel. With all that bearing down on them, they should at least be able to take time out for some fun.

“Okay, everyone ready?” he asked and they nodded as they stood by the back of their rental car, about twenty five feet from Scully’s motel room door, and armed themselves with a snowball each. “And go!”

They all threw the snowballs, every one of them hitting her door or the wall beside it. Another three rounds and the bucket was empty. They all waited, but nothing happened. She did not even appear at the door or the window to tell them to fuck off and go away.  

“What now?” Ashley asked as she looked at him, but he only sighed.

“Back to the fight, I suppose. Maybe she’s in the shower or something.”

“Maybe,” she agreed and they all walked back to the field, Mulder glancing back to see if Scully had happened to open the door, but there was still no movement.

Putting her from his mind, he continued readying for the battle. When it was all ready, the two groups lined up and instructions were given.

“A battle to the death!” A boy shouted. “You get hit, you’re out! Last man—”

“Or woman!” Ashley shouted and everyone laughed.

“Or woman,” he agreed with a nod. “Last person standing is the winner. Everybody ready?”

“Hell yes!” they shouted and Mulder laughed.

“Then let the battle begin!”

They all scattered, running to various snow wall locations and shouting to one another. Snowballs began to fly and laughter rang out as each side called insults and jokes, egging the others one. Mulder ducked behind a wall and lobbed snowballs wherever he could. He heard groans of defeat and those eliminated shouted encouragement to the ones left fighting.

Soon it was down to Mulder alone on his team and one on the other team. He could hear Ashley and her friends cheering for him and he hurried to a wall closer, hoping to hit the last person on the team.

Taking cover, he peeked over the top of the wall and waited. He saw a beanied head begin to rise up and he threw a snowball, hitting it on the top. His team cheered as the person wearing the hat fell out of sight.

Mulder stood up, arms in the air, and shouted, his head thrown back. Laughing, he spun to look at his teammates when he was hit from behind with a snowball.

Whipping around, he saw someone standing behind the wall of snow, and as they raised their head, he saw that it was Scully. Eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed pink, and holding a snowball in her gloved right hand, he knew in that moment that he had been duped.

“It’s not exactly right to attack a man from behind,” she said, rolling the snowball in her hand. “So I’m awfully glad you decided to turn around.”

Faster than he could think to move or say anything, she threw the snowball and it hit him square in the chest, exploding into a puff of snow and marking him as the loser of the battle.

Her team cheered loudly and as he looked up from glancing down at his chest, he saw her grinning at him. Shaking his head, he walked toward her and bowed his head with outstretched arms, accepting defeat as her laughter filled the air.

A rematch was called for, but Mulder and Scully declined the offer to play with them again.

“I’m choosing to go out as the undefeated champion,” she said and her team cheered again. “You have fun. Maybe we’ll see you later.”

Saying goodbye, they walked back towards the motel and he glanced at her. She looked at him and grinned with a shrug of her shoulders.

“After you left, I could hear you all and I thought about how much I do hate paperwork and getting it done in the next hour or two wouldn’t make a goddamn bit of difference in the grand scheme of things.”

“That’s the truth.”

“So I got dressed and as I was crossing over to the field, I saw you walking back with a group of kids, so I stopped to watch.”

“Saw that did ya?” he asked with a sheepish grin.

“Yup. And when I had seen enough, I headed straight to the other group, bound and determined to take… you… down.”

She raised her eyebrows at him as they reached the back of their car and stopped walking. He cleared his throat and licked his lips, fighting back a smile, but it was impossible. He laughed and nodded, watching her smile and nod in return.

“You certainly succeeded.”

“I did at that,” she said with another shrug and a smile.

“Next time we play, I want you on my team.”

She stepped closer to him and he took a step back, bumping into their car, which dislodged some of the snow. It fell down around him and he yelped. Not from the cold at first, but from the surprise.

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “Remember this feeling. Remember how it felt when you thought you had won and then I beat you. Think also of how I will again one day, because we will not be on the same team. It was far too much fun succeeding at taking… you… down.”

“You may have mentioned it already,” he laughed.

“And I will again. You better believe it.” She stepped back and he moved away from the car, now noticing how cold his backside was beginning to feel.

“Oh,” she said, turning around as she headed to her room. “I don’t think I heard one of the rules mentioned. The loser has to buy the winner hot chocolate and some dinner.”

“Is that right?” he asked.

“It is,” she stated and he nodded with a smile.

“Well, then I guess I need to pay up on my debts.”

She nodded and he gestured for her to go ahead, walking down the covered walkway of the motel that led to the diner diagonally across the street.

They entered and the warmth of the diner began to thaw them out. Warm mugs defrosted their cold fingers and food shared warmed them on the inside.

The snowball fight crew soon came into the diner and they all shifted to sit together, laughing at the fun they had.

For a little while, as they warmed up in a small diner in Minnesota, thoughts of paperwork and the worry of getting home in time for the holidays, took a much needed backseat.

[jinmukangwrites]

Whumptober 2021 - October 7th - Blindness

Gift fic for @sassydefendorflower

Fandom: Nightwing, Batman - All Media Types

AO3

Warnings: Head Injury, slight descriptions of blood

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Slade dodges under the swinging blow of Blüdhaven’s newest sewer monster; born from whatever chemicals a rat has gotten into near some chemist-based super-villain’s old hideout. Now, while it’s not everyday Slade goes out of his way to take down various monsters across the ‘Haven, this time… he feels a little obligated to.

Yes, he is the reigning champion of being Nightwing’s least favorite and most powerful villain, but unfortunately Nightwing is Slade’s favorite and most interesting opponent. He came to the ‘Haven to give the kid a head’s up that he has a mark in the city; a regular challenge he likes to set for the kid to try and stop him. However, when he didn’t find Nightwing along any of his normal routes, nor in his apartment, he turned to the news to see if the kid had left for Gotham or some other city without him noticing; preparing to postpone this mark until he was back in his patron city and away from other bats.

It was then he noticed the breaking news that a giant, sewage themed rat was wreaking havoc under Blüdhaven’s streets in the downtown areas, near a major subway platform. Nightwing was spotted going in, telling people to stay out, and he hasn’t been seen since.

Of course, Slade went to the fight, and it’s a good thing he did. When he got there, he found Nightwing limp in the creature’s tail, held inches from it’s long and jagged front teeth. Blood trailed down the side of his skull in a steady flow. Slade knew immediately he was unconscious.

He took out one of his pistols and shot at the rat, but the monster was so large and feral it hardly did anything when it went into its arm. It dropped Nightwing like a sack of flour onto the ground, snarling as it turned to it’s newest threat, drool dripping down it’s snout. Slade pulled out his swords and faced it head on.

The creature, while lacking any intelligence, was fast and powerful. Even Slade had trouble ducking under its tail that it used like a club and avoiding its powerful legs and jaw. While it’s disappointing to see Nightwing taken down by a creature as low as this, he can’t exactly blame the kid when it takes himself several minutes to finally get his sword through the thing’s tail. He cuts off the appendage, then while the monster screeches in agony, he pierces its throat.

It goes down twitching and gurgling, its blood bubbling down into the sewer's already questionable streams of water. He whips his swords out, getting off a majority of the wretched blood, then heads over to his unconscious person of interest.

Nightwing doesn’t move as he kneels down beside him, in fact he’s still in the rather undignified position he had been dropped in. Frowning, Slade moves Nightwing into a better position that won't strain his spine and smacks his face lightly to wake him up. He doesn’t even twitch, causing Slade to frown more. His head is still bleeding, which is worrisome. He grabs a tube of smelling-salts from his pouch—usually used to wake up people he’s previously knocked out to get some information out of them—and firmly places it under Nightwing’s nose. A solid few seconds pass before Nightwing’s eyes shoot open under his domino mask; his hands fly out to his face to stifle coughs and he rocks forward so he’s sitting instead of laying down.

Slade doesn’t try to make conversation quite yet, more worried about that head injury. He holds Nightwing by the jaw to tilt his head and get a better look, but Nightwing reacts like the touch was electrified. He smacks Slade’s arms away and jumps to his feet, stumbling back and holding out a single escrima. Slade doesn’t know where the other one went.

“Sit back down,” Slade growls, “I’m not here to hurt you.”

Nightwing flinches at the initial sound of his voice, his mouth dropping open in shock before lowering his single weapon slightly.

“Slade?” he asks, his voice slurred.

Slade resists sighing, and lifts his eyebrow. Who else would it be? It’s not that dark here, even with Slade’s heightened senses. Nightwing doesn’t relax completely though, as if waiting for an answer. Not for the first time that night, another spike of worry rises in his chest.

“Kid, sit down or I’ll make you sit down.”

Nightwing almost goes boneless after that, breathing a single ”thank fuck” before sinking to his ass and putting his head in his hands with a groan.

Now Slade does sigh, even rolling his eyes as he does so, as he once again approaches Nightwing and grabs onto his face to look at the wound. Nightwing hisses and flinches out of his grasp.

“Don’t,” he says, “I already know how bad it is.”

Slade hums, folding his arms across his chest. “How bad is it then?”

Nightwing remains quiet for a moment, biting his lip, perhaps internally fighting with himself on whether or not it’s a good idea to tell one of his biggest enemies about how injured he is. Eventually, Nightwing makes the smart choice and speaks anyway, knowing Slade will find no pleasure in ending him if he's already down.

“Head feels like a war-drum. Feel like ‘m gonna throw up. Voice slurred… ears ringing… I-” Nightwing hesitates. Then sighs. “I can’t see.”

“You can’t see?” Slade repeats, kneeling down to once again take Nightwing’s face in his hands. Nightwing fights the grasp, but this time Slade holds strong and takes off the mask, revealing unfocused electric-blues.

“Nothing, it’s all black,” Nightwing whispers, a slight wobble in his voice that Slade is sure he’s trying to keep down.

He grabs a small flashlight from his tools and shines it in Nightwing’s eyes, frowning as there’s hardly any reaction in the pupils. He clicks off the light and releases Nightwing, thinking of options.

He’s sure the last thing the kid’ll want is to get dumped at the hospital, but Slade’s no medical expert, especially with something as fragile as a normal human’s brain.

He sighs, as only one option realistically reveals itself. The last thing Slade wants to do is risk Nightwing going home all on his own and possibly making this blindness permanent when there could be something that can be done to help him. Nightwing is a competent, talented young man, which is why he’s so intriguing to Slade—and while he has all the faith that Nightwing will find a way to fight even if his sight is forever gone, Slade also knows the loss of sense will be a major blow to the kid’s moral for months to come. He’s seen how far Nightwing can fall with helplessness and depression plaguing him, and honestly the thrill of fighting him leaves when his fire is replaced with a desperateness to prove to himself that he’s still worth something. He needs Nightwing to have a steady support system, and help for this injury.

Nightwing is going to hate him for a while after this, but Slade has no choice. He doesn’t fight against Nightwing to kill him, but because those fights are the only thing that brings a fun challenge. For how human Nightwing is, he fights like a beast, and Slade can’t lose that.

“Up,” he says while returning the kid’s mask; he grabs Nightwing by the arm and lifts him to his feet. Nightwing groans, but doesn’t fight too badly as Slade firmly wraps his arm around Slade’s shoulders. “Where is the best place to exit this place without being spotted?”

Nightwing, with the complexion of the inside of an avocado, talks him through on where to go. He looks one small fit of nausea away from throwing up all over Slade’s armor.

Luckily, he keeps it in his stomach—perhaps the discomfort in his body being something more desirable to deal with than a vomit covered Slade—and by the time they make it out of a small, boarded up and abandoned, exit to the subway line, Slade lets the kid take a break by the nearest dumpster. Nightwing, the poor thing, must have lost everything he’s eaten today in those fifteen minutes.

Now that he’s out below Blüdhaven’s night sky, he’s now the one in charge of leading the way. Nightwing stumbles along blindly—hah—never letting go of his weak grasp around Slade’s neck and shoulders.

Finally, they make it to where Slade has parked the car he had taken into the city. The windows are all tinted to near-illegal levels, but Slade still stuffs Nighting in the back-seats and hands him a bucket he had in the trunk that previously held a few hundred bullets from when he bought them in bulk.

“Throw up on the seats and I’m making you buy me a new car.”

“Bet this one was stolen anyway,” Nightwing mumbles, curled up in the backseats with the bucket touching his stomach like a flu-ridden child.

Slade scoffs and closes the door after reminding him to keep his head down but to stay awake. He takes off his Deathstroke mask, then the top bits of his armor, and shoves them in the truck. Then, after he gets in the driver's seat, they’re off.

Getting out of downtown Blüdhaven should be the hardest part of all of this; both for Slade’s navigation skills and for Nightwing’s gag-reflex. Eventually, however, they make it out of the twists and turns of downtown and eventually make it onto the main roads of the city—still crowded with cars coming too and from various ass-awful shifts of work. Nightwing remains quite agreeable in the backseats, responding that he’s awake every time Slade calls for a status report (about every five-ten minutes), and groaning at every turn no matter how slow Slade takes them.

However, that agreeableness quickly leaves the boy when Slade enters the on-ramp connecting to the north-south interstate.

Kid almost makes himself throw up by how quickly he scrambles to a sitting position; ignoring Slade's commands to lay back down.

“Turn around,” Nightwing growls. And it’s a strong growl too, reminds Slade of a chihuahua. Shaking and all.

“You’re currently blind, you have no idea where-”

“I know the roads of my city, Slade. And you’re leaving it.”

Slade sighs and merges into traffic, then uses one hand to shove Nightwing back town onto the seats. “Keep down, a cop will see you.”

“Where are you taking me?”

Slade remains silent.

“Tell me it’s a secret mansion somewhere and you have your own personal doctor that can help. Or you know a guy that happens to be down south. Or-”

“I’m taking you to Gotham,” Slade says, ripping off the band-aid.

Nightwing looks all sorts of emotions in the span of a few seconds. The one he settles on, however, is anger.

“No.”

“Batman gets injured all the time,” Slade begins to explain, but Nightwing looks frantic now.

“No, don’t take me back- I’ve worked so hard to get him to see that I can do things without him- and he has a new kid now and-”

“Suck it up,” Slade growls. “Deal with it. I’m not like you, kid. I don’t know how to take care of a normal human, and I definitely don’t know anyone who can because I have no need to. What you need is a doctor that can treat you off the record, who knows about your nightlife. Batman has that, doesn’t he.”

It’s not a question, but Nightwing’s silence is still an answer.

“Whatever your old man thinks of you for coming back injured doesn’t matter in the end. Nor does the new kid. What you should worry more about is what I think of you after this. You’re not fighting Batman, you’re fighting me.”

“What if he doesn’t let me fight after this?” Nightwing… Dick whispers as he finally lays back down on the seats. He’s taken his mask off and is rubbing his eyes, perhaps quelling tears or a headache. Perhaps both. “What if my sight doesn’t come back? What if he retires me?”

Slade remains silent for a second, then answers as firmly as he can. “I’ve known plenty of formidable enemies who are missing a sense. You’ll find a way to get back up, and if he doesn’t let you then I’ll just have to break in, kidnap you, and train you myself.”

That startles a laugh out of Dick. “I thought you were no longer trying to get me to be your apprentice.”

Slade shrugs, allowing a smile on his lips, selfishly comforted that Dick couldn’t see it. “You have a lot of potential, kid, I’d rather you use it against me than not at all. I’ll train you and release you like the bird you are, and we can get back to the same ol’ dance we have.”

Dick takes a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah… okay. I’ll hold you to that.”

-o-o-o-o-

Slade parks the car in an old neighborhood in Gotham that has a considerable drop in crime compared to the rest of the city. All things considered. Though, the sun is beginning to rise and Slade’s positive the Bat knew he was in his city the second he drove into it. Dick knows this too, as he’s telling Slade to hurry up and get out of here despite the boy still looking green around the gills. Slade grabs his mask and armor, then turns to the stolen car he’s about to abandon and opens the back door near Dick’s face.

Suddenly, and rather embarrassingly, he doesn’t know what to say. Thankfully, Dick is a freaky empath sometimes and gives an exhausted smile.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “I’ll get through this.”

“Good,” Slade replies. “I won't let you quit.”

His grin widens. “Never.”

Then Slade closes the door and takes off quickly, only pausing on a distant roof to watch a large black figure and a smaller red-and-yellow clad child approach the car and catch sight of the injured bird inside.

From there, Slade turns and leaves, not looking back.

He’ll see Nightwing on the battlefield again. No matter what, Slade will make sure of it.

[sobbingdistantnoises]

ohh i didn't know you did digital art, i'd love to see it when you finish it! i'm pretty interested in that, not like i wanna learn to do it myself, it's just that if it's something of your interest then i'll like to hear you talking about it if you wanna. and also, i love to see people's art!

I actually haven't done any in a while, which is part of the reason I'm really excited to finish. I'll definitely post it when done though!

I have a couple wips/experimental stuff that I'll hopefully someday finish, but I'm not sure, dhjska

Here's an experimental one of James, done using the water color brush + the smudge tool thing. I basically just color bucketed colors from the photo and directly put it onto the photo, essentially tracing it but in blocks of color, dhjsk. In the variation, I used the smudge tool to mix up some of the colors and make them a bit more connected

Below are the couple things that I eventually want to finish but have just been sitting there for a while, hdjskjd

The left most is supposed to be Kirk, he's just the one I randomly started sketching so I worked with it. The hand will definitely be redrawn, and the hair has to be tweaked, but I do like the drawing

The middle is Dave Murray from Iron Maiden. My main goal of it at first was to emulate the facial expression of the emoji thing, but I kinda threw that out the window and just made him scared, lol

The third is a WIP of the album cover for my fictional band (aka a bunch of OCs of mine who are in a band together). I'm really not sure what I'm gonna do with the really sketchy line style. I do like it, but I also don't know how coloring it is gonna work at all, so it might have to go. Here's a couple fun facts about the creature thing in the cover because I can't resist talking about it though: it's called The Thing, and it can preform photosynthesis because that's obviously what all flesh eating monsters do

Here's some of my old stuff though! It's from around mid 2020, and it's probably my best digital stuff, dhjska

I still like how the lines are of different thickness. I started doing it because I couldn't keep the line perfectly straight, and I was thinking about how Lavendertowne (digital art YouTuber) used line thickness, so it kind of worked out. I don't have any in the piece I'm working on right now, but I may add it in later, lol

This turned out longer than expected, but I enjoyed typing it up. Thanks for asking about it! <3