#Sorry for shit resolution i was experimenting with canvas sizes

[meangreennunseen]

Someone had asked me draw Phoenixian to be the next to get flip-flop slapped, so here you go.

Poor Fulgrim... Others did not send a memo to not show his ass on Terra if he had a kid. Anyways... Not like you can hide your horny sins from your God-Like dad...

[nerdgasrnz]

Hey lex! Im lookin into buying a drawin tablet for the first time and was wondering if you had any tips on what to look for & avoid while doing so? bc i have no idea what im doing and dont wanna spend my broke binch money on smth thatll shit out quickly

@sevenspires Sorry for taking so long to answer this again! I got really bummed out after I tried typing a response the first time and losing it T_T Now I’m back months later, LOL

If you can’t afford a Wacom brand tablet, make sure that you read up on specifications that are important. Screen size, resolution, pressure levels, color settings, all that.

Tablets above a certain size, or of a certain screen type are VERY bulky and built like a tv screen. (usually bigger than 15 inches or so.) Make sure you differentiate between those kinds and the more lightweight, portable ones, and choose accordingly. I have a small space and work on the go, so more portable tablets for me are a non-negotiable requirement. My current tablet is like a slate the same size as my laptop, but I can still put it in my backpack if I need to go elsewhere and work. It’s still technically too big for my work space though. Other artists have studio-sized spaces and plenty of room to have a 24-inch tablet to draw on. It depends on your line of work!

Wacom is always going to have top of the curve pressure levels, but you can get away with having 1024 at the minimum for any tablet you end up using. I honestly can’t tell the difference between 1024 and 2048 levels (even though I know there is a difference- 2048 is definitely smoother) If you’re looking at old/outdated stuff that’s in your price range, you can get away with 512 pressure levels.512 = the barest minimum | 1024 = decent | 2048 = I think this is the modern standard for tablets right now | 8192 and higher = luxurious

My current XP-Pen 13.3 tablet has a whopping 8192, and the pressure levels are SO nuanced, that it starts to make my lines actually look... kind of bad, LMAO. So for me, 8192 is too much nuance for pen pressure. But hey I got it free so I don’t care, LOL

Make sure you can afford more than one set of the accessories that go with the tablet. Pens, nibs, cables, ALL of that stuff. And if you don’t feel like buying them right away, make sure you plan ahead in the future. With cheaper tablets like XP-Pen, Huion, Monoprice, and etc. the money you save by not buying a Wacom is money you can put towards replacement parts.

READ THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS OF YOUR WARRANTY! You should always do this when you buy shiny new toys, but it’s VERY important for your art hardware. Make sure you keep your purchase records archived in your e-mail as proof for when you redeem your RMA (Return Merchandise Authorization)Usually an RMA or warranty says that If anything goes wrong with your tablet within the warranty period that you purchased it, as long as you didn’t tamper with the tablet yourself, they will replace it with a new one for no charge except how much it costs to ship it back. I’ve done it with my cheapest Monoprice tablet (RIP) and my current XP-Pen tablet. My first XP-Pen took a nasty fall to the floor one day and the screen stopped working :’( So yeah, read the terms of your warranty, it might save you one day!!!

If you already use keyboard shortcuts on your computer a lot, you usually don’t need side buttons on your tablet. I forget they exist. Every time. Otherwise, if you find the keys on the tablet to be very accessible, then go for it! AFAIK, only Wacom has done the BEST side buttons bc they always have sliders for zooming in and out on your canvas, which I actually used before. Other than that, I have never used the side buttons on a tablet since.

Read your installation and instruction manuals! Even if you think you know how to install a tablet after owning 5 different brands, read the manuals!!! In my experience with windows, getting your tablet’s drivers to work the first time is absolute hell because tablets are always fighting with Windows’ tablet pc stuff. So even if you’re tech savvy and have been fighting Windows’ tablet support for over a decade, READ THE MANUALS! Make sure you go to the correct website, download drivers for the correct tablet model, ALL of that. Restart your computer when the installation tells you to, EVERYTHING. Do what the instructions say! After that, you can take to tech support or forums for any problems you have later.

Make sure your art software is up to date as well once you’ve installed your tablet!

Uhhh that’s all I got! If you (or anyone else who sees this post) have any questions, feel free to ask in the replies/reblogs, I do check them!

(Also I am selling one of my old/dated tablets that still works, so if ur interested, hmu and we can talk pricing!)

[thelastspeecher]

122, Enchanted phoenix au. please! Or just answer the question of how Angie or Stan feel about not being able to work anymore, that's good too.

122. “I’m worried about losing my job!”

Send me a number and characters and I’ll write a drabble!

               Angie closed her eyes in anattempt to shut out the noise and light of the auditorium.  When thinking about visiting her alma materagain, she never pictured herself being the subject matter.  

               Well, myself and my boyfriend. She shifted herself slightly in the nest to a more comfortable positionon the egg.  And my unborn child.  Unhatched?

               “As you can see, the phoenix eggis a dark black, and has a thin ring of glowing red light around it, akin to anaura,” Ford said.  “The egg size to bodysize ratio is one to be expected from birds of prey; not far out of the normeither way.”

               “Yeah, but just ‘cause it weren’t one of them big eggs don’t mean layin’it was a pleasant experience,” Angie burbled quietly.  Stan let out a soft laugh.  He was perched on the edge of the nest,guarding Angie and the egg, but pretending he wasn’t.  No one bought it, especially after Ford hadannounced that “Prometheus” was standing guard over his mate and egg.  

               Stan, Angie, and the nest hadbeen set up on the stage about half an hour before the talk started, to givethem time to settle.  The nest was placedon top of a tall cart, to wheel them in and out easily.  Neither of them were thrilled about beingpresented in front of the biology department of West Coast Tech, but Stan wasmuch less so.  Ford’s hands and arms werecovered in band-aids, the result of Stan’s displeasure.  

               “Pele and Prometheus’s egg,which I’ve dubbed Pinatubo after the infamous volcano, was laid on May 28th,”Ford said.  “The result of a week-longmating ritual which involved Prometheus bringing Pele gifts, displaying hisfeathers and strutting, and, the most interesting to me, singing withPele.  Not to her, with her.”  

               “Geez, how’d he get all this stuff?” Stan muttered as Ford playedan audio file of the aforementioned singing. “You’re not lookin’ at it, but he’sgot pictures, too.”  He ruffled hisfeathers.  “A bit embarrassing.  Really coulddo without evidence of me bringin’ you shiny shit and puffin’ up like a damnpeacock.”

               “I thought it was quite dashin’,” Angie chirped.  

               “Yeah, but you’re my girl.  You’resupposed to.  If Ford knew Prometheus wasreally me, he’d never lemme hear the end of it,” Stan hummed.  Angie hummed in return.  She felt Stan take a step backwards, awayfrom Ford.  “…Oh.  Oh, fuck.  Fuck!” Stan forgot to be quiet; he suddenly squawked loudly, drowning out Ford’svoice.  

               “Fiddleford?” Ford askedpatiently.

               “Yep,” Fiddleford said.  Angie opened her eyes to watch Fiddlefordquietly stride over and try to pacify Stan.

               “It’s okay, Prometheus,”Fiddleford said gently, stroking Stan’s back in a reassuring manner.  “We’re almost done, we’ll be headed homesoon.”  Angie cocked her head at herboyfriend.

               “Stan, what’s wrong?” she chirped. Stan was staring at the projector screen with abject horror.  “Stan?”

               “Both phoenixes tend to favor mypartner over me,” Ford said to the crowd. “I think it may be due to his growing up on a farm.  He’s far better at handling birds than I am.  Anyways, here we have the end result of theweek-long mating ritual.  The act ofcopulation.”  Angie whipped her headaround to stare at the projector screen.

               “No,” Angie croaked, shrinking back.  

               “As you can see, phoenixes matein the same method as a large number of other birds,” Ford continued, pointingat the blown-up picture of Stan and Angie. “The male, Prometheus, mounted the female, Pele, who moved her tailaside to allow access to her cloaca. Something of note: birds tend to take little time to conceive, breakingapart copulation within a matter of minutes. Prometheus and Pele, however, lasted much longer than that, mating forten, fifteen, even twenty minutes.” Tittering rippled across the auditorium. “They were recorded copulating multiple times a day, over about a weekand half, after which they stopped, and focused on nest-building.”

               “How does he know ‘bout our sex life?” Angie asked, dumbfounded.  

               “That fuckin’ asshole must’ve hid cameras,” Stan hissed.

               “It is my belief that Pele beganto release pheromones which signaled she was gravid, which in turn made bothher and Prometheus cease in mating behaviors, to move on to brooding behaviors.  Pele is brooding at the moment, actually, ifyou look at her.”  All eyes turned toAngie.  She began to shake.  Fiddleford glanced at Ford and shook hishead.  “Ah.  Fiddleford is informing me that our phoenixpair is overwhelmed.  This presentationisn’t over yet, but Fiddleford will be removing Prometheus, Pele, and unhatchedPinatubo, to prevent unnecessary stress.” Fiddleford wheeled Stan and Angie offstage, into an unoccupied sideroom.  

               “Sorry if that weren’t toopleasant, honey,” Fiddleford crooned, reaching a hand towards Angie.  Stan hissed in warning.  “Oh. Fair enough.  I’ll let you two,well, three, be.  If ya need me,squawk.  I’m goin’ to try to get ahold ofAngie again.”  A worried look cloudedFiddleford’s face.  “Don’t know why she’dsuddenly pop up, since she’s been missin’ fer so long, but it’s worth a shot.”  Angie’s tremors became worse.  Stan hissed at Fiddleford again.  “I’m leavin’, I’m leavin’.”  Fiddleford exited the room, closing the doorquietly behind him.  Stan hopped into thenest.

               “Angie…” he cooed.

               “He won’t get ahold of me ‘cause I’m his darn pet bird!” Angie croakedin distress.  

               “I know.  It sucks.”

               “We’re back in San Diego, I just- I just want to go back to our oldlives.”  Angie continued to shake,despite Stan carefully preening her.  “I- I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout the state weleft our old lives in.  Just up andleavin’ without tellin’ anyone seemed like a good idea at the time.  So’s we could surprise Fidds and Ford.  But now? My fam’ly’s startin’ to get really nervous, we don’t even have ourapartment anymore, and I’m worried ‘bout losin’ my job!  Heck, I’ve almost definitely lost it already!”  

               “Job’snot important right now, babe.  What’simportant is takin’ care of ourselves and our kid.”

               “Our kid’sa bird!”

               “We’ll love it anyways,” Stan said patiently.  Angie stared at him.

               “How are ya so damn calm ‘bout this?” she screeched.  “Yerthe one what’s been panickin’ since the start.”

               “Yeah.”

               “Stanley,yer twin brother just showed an audience a picture of us havin’ sex!”

               “Yeah,he’s gonna get bit for that.”

               “Why- what’s wrong with you, why aren’t ya reactin’?” Angiedemanded.  Stan ruffled hisfeathers.  

               “One of us has to keep their head,” he clucked.  Angie deflated.  “Hey, Ididn’t mean it like that.  I wasn’t tryin��to insult you.  Angie, you’ve been doin’so good at handling all of this bullshit. Lemme be the one to calm you, instead of the other way around.”  Angie let out a choked sob.  Stan nuzzled her.  “Look.  Our brothers are geniuses.  They’re gonna figure it out soon.  And they’ll fix it, and we’ll be back to bein’humans, and they’ll turn our kid human too. We’re gonna be a happy, human family, and your pa is gonna drag me downthe aisle the second I’ve got fingers to put a ring on.  He can’t have his baby girl be an unwedmother, right?”  Angie chuckledweakly.  She shifted her seat slightly.

               “But what if they don’t figure it out?”

               “We’lllet ‘em know.  There’s gotta be some wayto get the message across, even if I have to shit the words ‘We’re not birds’on the furniture.”  Angie chuckledagain.  The door opened.

               “I think it went rather well,”Ford said, walking over to the nest.  “Anyluck with Angie?”

               “None,” Fiddleford saidsoftly.  Ford smiled reassuringly atFiddleford.

               “She’ll turn up.  If I know anything about my twin, it’s thathe wouldn’t let anything hurt her.”  

               “Damn straight,” Stan burbled. At the noise, Ford and Fiddleford looked over.  

               “Oh, dear,” Fiddlefordmurmured.  “Pele…”

               “You were right, Fiddleford, weshouldn’t have brought them,” Ford said softly. Despite being calmed down by Stan, Angie was still visibly shaking.  “It’s simply too much stress on them, so soonafter the egg was laid.  And if I’mcorrect, this is their first offspring.”

               “What?  How can ya tell?” Fiddleford asked, diggingaround in a canvas bag sitting on a nearby chair.  

               “Pinatubo’s egg was laid atsunset.  All eggs aside from the firstare laid at sunrise.”

               “How does he know when the egg was laid?” Angie clucked.

               “Prob’lythe same way he got those pictures,” Stan said, rolling his eyes.

               “I bet the two of ‘em arenervous ‘bout bein’ parents fer the first time,” Fiddleford said.  He shook his head.  “Stanford, this definitely was somethin’ weshould’ve left ‘em home fer, what with all the variables in play.”  Fiddleford finally pulled out a handful ofvarious dried fruit.  He placed thepieces on the edge of the nest.  Stannudged them inside, then close to Angie. She hummed her thanks and picked up a banana chip.  As she resolutely chewed her snack, Stanresumed preening her.  

               “At least she’s calming downsome,” Ford said.  

               “Prometheus is a top-notch matefer sure,” Fiddleford said.  Stan chirpedhis thanks.  “All right, let’s get ‘emhome.”

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Sanguinius and Corvus decided to let him suffer.

Meanwhile Sanguinius is amazed at how tiny Fulgrim's kid is and Corvus is just feeling so very bad for the woman that birthed Lilith if Lilith was apparently bigger then Fulgrim's two month at birth-

Malcador is wondering if he should send a memo to the rest of the primarchs on a seperate channel while he plays with his new 'grandchildren' that he definitely didn't steal grandpa rights from Emps. Totally didn't

Someone had asked me draw Phoenixian to be the next to get flip-flop slapped, so here you go.

Poor Fulgrim... Others did not send a memo to not show his ass on Terra if he had a kid. Anyways... Not like you can hide your horny sins from your God-Like dad...