#and some of those I've been wanting to draw for a while

[kianamaiart]

why do people keep acting like you're some underground artist with less than 1k followers. I feel like many of the groups I'm in need to focus on artists who haven't had the amount of studio experience and connections that you do and frankly it's just bothersome. you already know your show is going to get picked, you have voice actors, you have the resources, and a lot of us don't. I do wish that you used your platform to help those people but you're just as tight knot as everyone else. I'm sure studios like studio smokescreen would be open to helping you out in the case that the big companies you work don't. you have enough work to even do programs like trojan horse is a unicorn or the rookie awards, because it seems like that's why every single person who I've seen share your art in my groups seems to treat it as if you're not already successful. i just wish you'd stop being humble.

I'm not exactly sure what how you want me to respond here hahaha.

I agree that it is funny when people assume I blew up over night after posting the pilot. Though to give them the benefit of the doubt, it is probably the most notable thing I've done in the internet sphere and it got big on youtube (a platform i had little presence on prior) so there are a lot of people who are just discovering my work and because it's the only thing they've seen, in their mind it's the thing I'm known for.

I'm not sure what groups your in but I do hope smaller creators are uplifted and have the same, if not more success than I've been met with. While I do have the connections and experience now, it is something I've worked towards for well over 10 years now. Drawing A LOT, making genuine connections with people over time, offering my own time to friends' projects, mentoring etc.

Being humble is what got me here and also just a fundamental part of who I am. I'm proud of where I am and what I've done but I never want to pretend I'm too good for something. I feel like doing so closes you off to a lot of experiences. "Success" is incredibly subjective and it's an ever changing goal post that varies from person to person. I still have a lot to learn and will try to keep that mindset no matter what my metric for success is.

[enby-spacerok]

I'm so glad people jumped on the reblog to pop off on this ass hat. I was about to site a number of these artists.

I had the opportunity to hang a show with Chihuly's prints and sketches many years ago (way after his accident) and it's amazing how he creates gestureally to get across to his team the /feeling/ of his intended creation in order to guide the people he works with. Here's some of his process:

He draws with brooms, mops, paintbrushes, his hands, bundles of pencils, and torches. The results of this collaborative process (although I want to note all glass blowing is collaborative) is stunning:

Frida Khalo was not the only artist to paint from her bed or use a back brace. But let me remind you that not only do disabled people create art, they can be inspired by their disability. Their experience is a part of their creativity.

Kahlo is quoted saying "To create your own paradise, you have to draw from your personal hell. "

I met a watercolor painter 15+ years ago in my hometown who did amazing work (I told her so because I have always struggled with that process) and she painted with her feet because she was born without arms. I spent an hour+ talking to her and she told me how infantilized she'd been her whole life, constantly told what she couldn't do. And she went out and did all those things. She was making a living just doing what she loves. /And/ she's disabled.

I worked with a woman in a ceramic studio who had severe back problems due to an accident so she couldn't create sculpture through carving and sitting over something for long hours. So she stood and did slab work instead, making the tools work for her and limiting her sculpting time into smaller chunks.

@pizzaronipasta you're being a fukin dumbass who's current idea of art is quite short sighted. It's sad.

I've seen an artist who "paints" with gunpowder. While Cai Guo-Qiang is not disabled (to my knowledge) I want to highlight that art is not just traditional painting. Open your mind to beauty 🫴

Artists do not struggle to learn, to craft, to delve into humility and admit "I don't know how to do this but I want to get better because I love it. so I will make the shitty thing first before it becomes what I see in my mind, what I feel in my soul" just so you can skip all that on the toothpick thin argument that stealing is justified in the name of 'helping' those poor disabled people. Art is a struggle. It is the point. The struggle itself teaches you and drives you to find solutions, whatever your ability. To take that away, like with AI, is to take away the soul of art and sterilize it for consumption.

Stop infantiling people who struggle because the world was at default not necessarily made for them. You're doing more harm. If your heart is truly in the right place, take a step back and do some deeper thinking and self reflection.

"ai is making it so everyone can make art" Everyone can make art dipshit it came free with your fucking humanity

[thatcryptidinthesea]

So I've been thinking way too hard about the ISAT role!swap aus by @anxiousapplepie (hi! hope you don't mind the tag :]), especially the Housemaiden!Siffrin AU, and I was planning to draw fanart with my ideas but my university assignments have been looming over me *head in hands*. So in the mean time here's all my thoughts rambled out onto paper so maybe they'll stop haunting me while I'm trying to do work.

Starting with some HCs:

• Having depression is an inherently Siffrin trait, the different Sifs just deal with it differently. HM!Sif was able to get access to antidepressants due to being in the House of Dormont, but wasn't able to take them with him when he had to flee from the King's curse. So like OG!Mira, they had to go through their journey unmedicated. Isabeu and Odile's ractions to finding this out was something like

• All Miras are medicated for their anxiety, and most of them were able to have access to their meds throughout their journeys (OG!Mira and T!Mira I'm so sorry but you had to do it scared). F!Mira made double sure she brought her's knowing HM!Siffrin didn't have their's.

• Once T!Bonnie started warming up to and trusting the party, they'd hide behind the others' legs when they didn't want to be seen. Hiding behind Siffrin had the added bonus of being able to hide under his cape.

• When T!Bonnie has had a particularly rough night, they'll go sleep next to Siffrin because they know Sif WILL end up cuddling them in his sleep and it makes them feel safe. <- I imagine a lot of their sibling relationship was built on Bonnie going to Sif and just silently clinging and Sif just letting them and not forcing them to talk.

• C!Odile is the best fusion cook ever. This woman can take any two cuisines and mix them together flawlessly. Even things that arguably should never go together.

Ok now for a character ramble under the cut because Housemaiden!Siffrin is that one character I want to put under the microscope like a beetle. Argh. The angst of being the Universe's walking talking religious contradiction...

There's so much potential for HM!Siffrin's inner struggle with the Change belief. For one thing he doesn't really get to choose how he Changes much, he doesn't really have control over it. You can't decide how you'll be a different person if you have no idea who you originally were. Yet the Change belief has this whole thing about choosing to Change yourself and choosing to leave your past self behind. Can you imagine being Siffrin and being told you have to decide to be a completely different person when the only info you have about yourself are the clothes on your back, your accent and a love for malanga fritters? Meanwhile everyone else can choose to Change however they like because they know who they are and how they can be different, and they get to choose to get rid of the mementos of their past because they still ultimately have the memories if they ever want to go back for whatever reason.

And the fact Sif can't really choose to Change kinda shows in the ways he does decide to change because they're all physical changes. They recut their cloak into a cape, they dyed their hair and then let it regrow, they trade weapons or headgear with Mira. Those are all things that he can actually control, and thus can actually make choices about.

Which also makes me think about how he got the "worst/laziest Housemaiden ever" title. It probably felt to any outside perspective who knew the Change belief that Siffrin wasn't putting in any effort to Change and was instead skirting around the rules by just physically changing. So people started to say he's lazy and not following the belief right, and because Siffrin didn't have an identity he internalised being the Worst Housemaiden Ever as his identity and kind of stopped trying because why bother? Which SUCKS because can you imagine losing literally everything about your home/culture/language/family and then trying to make a new home and identity with another community only to be told by that community "hey you're terrible at this actually"? That's awful. Siffrin can probably never really feel truly, confidently part of the Change belief because they were alienated from it from the start.

And then to finally top it all off when Euphrasie chose him to save Vaugarde it's likely no one believed that Sif was the saviour because he's known across the Houses as the Worst Housemaiden Ever, why would the Head Housemaiden of Dormont choose him?!? Which probably only cranked up Sif's self-esteem issues because they'd also think Euphrasie could've picked better.

So yeah *head in hands* Housemaiden!Siffrin feels like a character locked in a constant feedback loop of "can't be part of the community despite their efforts because the system is inherently flawed for them" and "doesn't bother trying so the community disregards them".

[marudyne]

Your art is a bone and I am KNAWING

Your choice of colours is MWAH chefs kiss I want to know how you do it please

Thank you!

I have no idea how helpful this will be...

To be honest, there isnt really that much thought behind how I pick the colours. At this point, I fully go off vibes since I've been at it for a while. I tend to go for a red-orange and then offset it with an unsaturated blue-ish or grey tone. Greys tend to come across green when with a saturated red so you gotta keep in mind to back off on the green saturation. I gravitate to those because of how fleshy most things I draw are and that's a good combo for that without having to add in others.

The greenish colour in this remnant of filths drawing is really just an unpure grey, and fully relying on the hot pink/red for the green tone.

(I draw on CSP but i was too lazy to open it instead of ms paint. Though I wont lie... I have finished some drawings on ms paint) I try to have one saturated colour and then the rest are just there as support or to help it pop out more by either being a similar value unsaturated colour or unsaturated darker value colour. Saturated colours tend to pop out more when accompanied by greyer colours, and a drawing tends to look more harmonious that way (though like when you know what youre doing you can fully full saturation on all colours. Then it's more a matter of shape and how much of each you use). Oh, and I use a brush in which you input two colours and it auto blends it depending on the pen pressure. If you use CSP, maybe this could help you find where that function is, though note that my settings are in spanish.

I also like using that brush because it makes it easier to incorporate some bounce off from other colours into others or to bleed colours into each other. A lot of drawing is figuring out how to make those colours have a harsh contrast or a soft blended one. Also, I just have colours I like with certain characters (ex: green+pink for arginanas (but watch out because I often use yellows in place of greens - esp greyed yellow when mixed with pink or red- see below:))

But, I do sometimes just use random colour generators where either like values or sat levels appear in multiple colours. Then the gist is really just figuring out how much of each you add and that will really depend on what youre drawing, its mood, how you feel like, etc etc. Colouring is a nightmare so at this point in my life i tend to go through vibes only.

You can grey scale drawings too to see if what you're doing is working. I personally never do because I like being unhelpful to myself. This is the first time I actually see how close the pale blue and hot pink were in value lol.

That's also the other reason why I tend to pick an un sat colour and a sat colour of very visible different values- I use them to blob out the pose and 3d of it directly.

James Gurney's Color and Light: A Guide for the Realist Painter book would be a million times the help I could give in a general ask. He explains a lot of colour concepts and how colours affect each other by just being besides each other way better than I ever could. It's really good and dense packed with information for ambient lighting, optical illusions examples and pretty much everything one would like to know is a thing when colouring.

[the-universal-sun]

Sorry this took a bit, tumblr just straight up deleted half of what I had written and I had to have a bit of a cry before I got back into it. But! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you stuck around this long to see it through! I did have fun writing it, these two are so cute and stanley deserves all the care and love in the world! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

With all the Love in the World,

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"Okay now, Stanley, it's nap time. Go and pick out what book you want me to read to you since we finished the last one. Go on." Ford ushered his brother, who had been little for a better part of the day, towards their little book nook, it's just a small shelf Ford had put up with some books aimed towards young children, Stanley added some fairy lights to make it more fun. Ford did have to admit the lights were a nice touch, making it seem cozy and warm. They just finished reading Charlotte's Web last week, and Lee loved it for all that he cried during it. Ford was worried at first, thinking the book was too much, but once his brother was feeling bigger, he explained how crying did make him feel better, getting all those "icky feelings" out in a way that didn't involve hitting things. He still doesn't quite believe him, but he'll acquiesce for now.

Ford waits patiently, Lee wants to pick his books alone, the tone of the book deciding how he felt, how young he felt, in that moment. It's a good indicator, though he would love to help Lee pick put a book sometimes when he's feeling small, he can't help it, Lee always looks so cute when he's concentrating and trying to make a decision. If he was allowed, Ford would take a million photos of that face, alas, his Little brother is camera shy. A tugging at his sleeve pulls Ford's attention away from his thoughts, Lee holds a book out to Ford, looking down and his feet his face red. Ford commits that face to memory to draw later, he looks so cute. He wants to pinch his cheeks and kiss them. Moses, he's turning into Ma'. Ignoring those thoughts, Ford grabs the book, another small chapter book, and reads the title.

"Oh, Lee. Are you feeling smaller right now, hmm?" Ford asks with a smile, holding the first Winnie the Pooh book in his hands. It's an old one, Stanley picked it out from a thrift store in town, the worn cover reminding him of that nice old woman, the one who made him Poindexter and his quilt. Ford wonders if she may possibly be alive somewhere.

His Lee shyly nods, rocking slightly on his feet and tangling his fingers at the ends of his hair-the mullet had been cut and evened out-the actions tugging at Ford's heart strings. His brother was so cute. He has to draw this when Stanley’s napping. "Well that's okay, Lee. You know I don't mind if you feel smaller today. Do you want to nap on the bed or do you want to make a bed in the living room?" Ford would prefer Stanley wanting to nap in bed, but if his twin really wants to, he'll drag every blanket in the house down stairs and make him a nest.

"Mmm..." Stanley rocks, finger going up to tap at his lips, Ford lets it as long as his brother doesn't start biting at it. After a while, this is a very big decision for his brother to make, Stan points upstairs in the direction of their rooms, wanting to nap in his bed. Ford takes his hand, Stan can be unsteady when he's feeling small, and walks up stairs with him. He makes sure to go slowly, reminding his Lee to hold on to the stair rails so he doesn't fall. "...can do it..." is the only response Stanley gives, pouting all the while as he holds the railing with one hand and Ford's in the other. They slowly make their way to Stanley’s room, turning the lights on to reveal his bed, outfitted with his favorite teddy bear quilt and his beloved Poindexter. Ford still can't get over how...complicated he feels knowing his brother named his stuffed animal after him and how deeply he's cherished it for a decade now.

"Come on, Lee, up up in bed, I'll tuck you in." Ford pulls back the comforter and quilt, helping Stan up and settled in bed, one time Stanley slipped off the bed when he was feeling small and Ford's panic about his tears caused even more crying-it was a rough day. “Let’s get you all nice and tightly tucked in, Lee. Right, bud? As snug as a bug.” It took Ford a while to get used to this childish talk, he’s still embarrassed by it sometimes, but Stanley loves it. It’s starting to come more naturally to him as he keeps talking in this manner.

“...’n a rug?” Lee asks, chewing on his finger. Which Ford swiftly replaces with a rabbit pacifier he has laying on the bedside table; not Lee’s favorite but Ford thinks it’s rather cute. His brother’s hands are already torn up, and he’d hate for them to get worse before he finishes perfecting and experimenting with his healing salve. It’s main purpose is to reduce inflammation and scarification on the first two layers of the skin initially, with more permanent healing taking place after being used consecutively for several days-

“As snug as a bug in a rug, Lee.” Ford cuts himself off. This is no time to be thinking about his projects, not with his Little brother in front of him. Stan is what, who, his focus needs to be on. He leans down and presses a kiss onto his brother’s forehead as he starts to meticulously tuck in the covers.

“...’n Poindexter?”His brother asks around the pacifier. Stan holds his ragged teddy bear up, as if presenting the toy for inspection. But Ford knows what his brother is really asking for. He presses a loud and overdone kiss on the plush’s head, biting back a smile at the giggling bursting forth from his brother. He needs to keep his brother calm or else he’ll never nap. He’s just too cute though. 

“Yes, of course I’ll tuck your friend in with you, Lee. Nice and snug as a bug.” He tucks the toy in his brother’s arms, pulling the beloved quilt up, covering the two of them and tightly tucking the corners in. Ford smoothes back his brothers hair, it's grown out a bit from that rather horrendous mullet he had all those months ago.

“In a rug!” Lee giggled, kicking his feet beneath the blankets. Ford bit back a coo, his brother hearing that would be way too embarrassing for him. He sat next to his brother, bundled and tucked in tightly with his quilt, and opened the story book Lee picked out.

“Are you ready for your story? Or do you need to get more situated first, Lee?” Ford asked, looking over to his brother. His brother who was clutching his bear and staring up at him. Staring as if he had hung the moon. Moses, Ford cleared his throat, his heart is going to give out on him one of these days from how sweet his brother looks. “Story time it is, then.” Ford turned to the first page-

“Voices.” Ah, of course.

“Yes, Lee, I’ll do the voices, too.” He turns back to the first page of the book, face red at the thought of even attempting to do Winnie the Pooh’s voice. Stan really has him wrapped around his finger.

Ford wouldn’t have it any other way.

[theskeleton117]

Aw shit, here we go again

1. He was pretty young when he got the crown since he just kinda found it unlike the rest that had to wait until a certain age for it

2. His recklessness was what made the crown stick with him for the time that it did. Lamb actually was able to keep the crown because Narinder cooled down and Lamb didn't

3. He was pretty much the favorite child, but the bishops weren't really all that dysfunctional

4. Revival. He's the only one who knows how to do that in this AU

5. Dislikes a lot of their battle tactics, but he generally had a high opinion of them, even if he often rebelled against their decisions

6. So, immediately after the imprisonment, Narinder hates them, but with some hindsight, Narinder just misses them

7. Favorite was Heket since she'd occaisonally help him get away with things Shamura normally wouldn't allow. He doesn't have a least favorite exactly

8. A katana, a wakazashi (fancy word for shorter katana) and a scythe. The swords were just because Shamura used those and taught Narinder them. The katana was actually a gift from Shamura while the wakazashi was just something Narinder made. He lost the wakazashi upon being imprisoned, keeping the katana. Shamura later gave it back to him. The scythe on the other hand is a purely ceremonial weapon that he doesn't use

9. He created the 4 witnesses that the bishops use through constant revival, so those. To sum it up, those witnesses are mindless murder machines that just do what they're told without any thought

10. Yep. Lamb. I discussed this in my Lamb post somewhere

11. He cares about them a lot. That's just kinda it

12. I would assume so ig?

13. Lil scratch scar on him right eye

14. Nope. Just general cat. If I could draw him instead of just doing gatch tho I'd probably choose a specific cat type for him

15. I'd say it's kinda short but also kinda messy

16. Honestly I've decided upon reading this that it is now. Must alter his design now

17. I'd say like 7.5. Very ears

18. Had it from birth. Assigned 3 eyes at birth. He's A3eab

19. You know I actually never gave him the ones on his wrists. Never thought about that. Anyways, nothing notable from that wasn't already there or wasn't already expected

20. Nope

21. Maybe, but I don't know any that would make sense to develop after the imprisonment, but I might look into that

22. Weirdly. Normally slower but generally inconsistently

23. No blood relation, but Narinder was good friends with Forneus

24. I'd say he's caring towards them. He kinda acts similar to them as Shamura did to him when he was young

25. Rarely wears it. It's also ceremonial and usually used in tandem with the scythe. Not his style

26. It wasn't a prophecy, rather his own actions. The prophecy was only about the lambs and only showed up after he was imprisoned, had nothing about him

27. Since it wasn't a prophecy, I'm gonna talk about how others viewed it afterwards. To start, almost everyone knew that Narinder fucked up, even his supporters knew that. The real debate was in whether his punishment was too much

28. Question doesn't apply, see question 26

29. Here's something I've thought out quite a bit. So basically, he was practicing revival. I've seen a lot of people decide the reason thay was 'bad' is some arbitrary tradition from the bishops but in my case it's more serious. Revival directly damages the souls of those revived until they end up as husks of what they once were, at most only abel to follow orders. That's actually what happened to the witnesses. Narinder was doing this to try and find a way to stop Lamb's possible death as they had been hit with some sort of venom that would kill them slowly over time, and all that experimentation was thought to be too inhumane by the bishops, and even by Lamb themself

30. Mostly shame. Shame for the harm that he caused to get there. This shame often causes anger for him and that causes him to make more shit decisions

31. Yep

32. He certainly does, as he never wanted to in the first place. It shows in him occasionally helping them with things related to their injuries

33. Oh he fucking does. He's had a lot of experience with lamb culture from Lamb, and generally he liked their culture. That was one of his biggest regrets

34. Lamb was first introduced as his apprentice that he was forced to have, so obviously he was originally annoyed by them, but they were generally quite polite, if a bit timid. Narinder began to grow fond of them not long after, though

35. Narinder held out hope that this regeneration of Lamb would still somehow love him the way the other original did, so he, for the most part, never truly expected it. When Lamb decided he was done with Narinder's deals and chances, Narinder was crushed, even if he only outwardly displayed anger

36. Before imprisonment, yes. However this is clearly asking about after, and after imprisonment, it was always bittersweet. On one hand, it's still Lamb, sorta, and he still enjoys Lamb's company because even with the change in personality between regenerations, he enjoys Lamb's dumb ass. But on the other hand, Lamb reminds him of the version of Lamb that he knew and misses

37. Well, he has a lot of disagreements with them, but deep down he lives for the stuff that he gets to do with Lamb. Most fun he had in years

38. He doesn't understand why anyone would do it if there's other food around simply because "With most of them, there's no way to cook them that makes them taste edible"

39. Yeah so NariLamb actually ends after Lamb's regeneration for a while. Narinder takes on only two lovers, and both of them can barely be considered such. He had a slight thing going on with Goat, even if they were never really officially lovers per se. And then other than Goat, NariLamb started back up for a small bit but ended

40. It changes depending on when it was. When he furst joined, it was figuring out what he was gonna do with himself. Was he going to stay, leave, maybe rebel? By the end of that era, he had tried doing the last two before settling on the first. After that, it was struggling with his feelings towards Lamb and the lack of reciprocation of those feelings

41. He just uses he/him

42. He's just cis male for now (cuz he's boring /j) although I have considered maybe changing that for him but for now he's just cis

43. Similar case to Lamb where while I never included it in his design, I imagine he has a red moon necklace. In Narinder’s case, it's more of a way to memorialize the lambs that he was responsible for the deaths of

44. Oh definitely. I doubt all those meetings with Ratau and Forneus didn't have any drugs involved. I didn’t have anything prewritten but some crazy shit prolly

45. Sorta yes sorta no. He's doesn't tell anyone who he is, but Lamb occasionally does. It's not a secret, just not outwardly told. Regardless, plenty of people recognize him, even if it's not really a majority

46. Not great at that, but I can give examples of similar personalities sometimes. Before his banishment he was kinda like Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars (who he kinda shares a lot of other similarities to in my fic), and afterwards he's more like a lot more hardened and less cocky than he used to be

47. Definitely shy about talking about Lamb before their execution. In fact the topic is off limits to talk about to Lamb if they ever are able to bring it up. He enjoys talking about lamb culture and mythology even after their fall, because that was basically his special interest for a bit

48. He only really told Lamb to do that to free him. He doesn't consider sacrifice a good idea normally, but his desperation to get out of that hellhole was rampant enough to tell Lamb what amounted to "Just look out for yourself, fuck your followers"

49. You know on the Lamb when when this question was asked I answered French fries based on a random gut feeling based on the type of person Lamb is but I'm getting none of that for Narinder. I don't imagine Narinder’s favorite is fish, but he does like fish. No clue exactly what his favorite would be tho

50. I imagine Narinder’s general role in my fic, relative to Lamb, since a lot of side characters have something to offer to Lamb's character, is kinda the reverse of Ruri. The cat devil on Lamb's shoulder as opposed to the cat angel of Ruri. Narinder, while preferring Lamb doesn't *kill* followers, does support a level of manipulation. For example, I imagine Narinder heavily criticizes Lamb's choice on the level of transparency he has with his followers. Ruri and Narinder sorta balance each other for Lamb here and allow him to not skew to much in one direction of influence here for how he runs his cult

50 narinder questions

1. When did your Narinder aquire the Red Crown? Was he born into the role or did the crown choose him for a particular reason?

2. Why does the red crown find him worthy as a bearer?

3. What did his childhood look like? Did he live with the other crown bearers?

4. Does the Red Crown give him any unique powers such as the power of rot (a la TROD AU)?

5. How did he feel about Shamura pre-exile?

6. How about post exile?

7. Which sibiling was his favorite? Least favorite?

8. What weapon did he use prior to exile?

9. Do you have headcanons about who his witnesses or ‘bosses’ would be pre-exile? If so, who are they?

10. Did Narinder take any lovers before his exile?

11. How did Narinder feel about his priests, witnesses, and followers?

12. Does he have a dedicated meow button?

13. Does your Narinder have any unique features?

14. Is he based on any particular breed of cat such as a puma or a British shorthair?

15. Describe his fur. Is it unkempt? Well-groomed? Curly? Kept short?

16. Is, and I cannot stress this enough, his tail so, so fluffy?

17. How ears is he on a scale of 1-10? (This is not a typo)

18. Was he born with his third eye or did he gain it later from the crown?

19. Any notable scars post-exile other than around his wrists?

20. Did your Narinder have any disabilities prior to his exile?

21. Does he have any new disabilities upon being spared?

22. How does he pass the time in exile?

23. Are the kits, Aym and Baal, really his children?

24. How does he feel towards Aym and Baal? Ambivalent? Caring? Annoyed?

25. Why does he wear the veil? Or does he forgo it entirely?

26. How and when was the prophecy that he would rebel against the others revealed?

27. How did the others react to this prophecy before it happened?

28. Did he feel doomed by the prophecy? Relieved? Offended? Vindicated?

29. What exact rebellious act got him chained in the first place?

30. What are some of the biggest emotions he feels about being chained?

31. Deep down.. does he agree that it was necessary?

32. Does he have any remorse for harming his sibilings? If so, does he ever show it?

33. Does he care that an entire species and culture was ended because of him?

34. What was his first impression of the lamb?

35. When did he realize the lamb might turn against him? Was he blind to it until it happened or did he have a gut feeling long before then?

36. Does/Did he enjoy the lamb’s visits?

37. How does he feel about the lamb after being spared?

38. Does he support or partake in cannibalism?

39. Does he take a lover other than the lamb after being spared? If so, describe them!

40. What is his biggest struggle after being spared? Fitting in with the cult? Seeing the lamb’s face daily? Chronic pain?

41. Does your Nari use any pronouns besides he/him? If so, what ones?

42. Was he born male, female, intersex, or do you have no opinion on his sex?

43. Does he ever wear jewelry or makeup?

44. Has he ever used catnip? If so, what happened?

45. Is identity kept a secret from the cult? If so, do any of the followers recognize who he really is?

46. Describe his personality.

47. Is he shy about any topics? Does he enjoy talking about anything in particular?

48. Does he ever rethink the concept of sacrificing followers now that he is one?

49. Is his favorite food anything other than fish? If so, what is it?

50. Free headcanon space!

Back by… well no demand actually but 1400 notes made me think y’all might be interested, so come get your cat-lore-generating questions.

And please! If you reblog from someone, send that person an ask. It’s ask meme courtesy.

[serendark]

Source illustrations by @ancharan: • https://ancharan.tumblr.com/post/773860555406655488/theyre-cuties-and-i-think-they-should-kiss • https://ancharan.tumblr.com/post/767336447230492672/this-was-a-really-fun-stream-thank-u-all-for I traced their artwork for personal practice, and they gave me permission to post it when I asked. (Thank you so much for that!)

Me yapping about my thoughts and process under the cut

So! I've been practicing drawing Ford recently, and figuring out how exactly I want to draw him. Lots of artists approach his features or character in many varying ways, and over time I've come across some that really feel like the perfect Ford for me, like those are the Fords that I wish I could draw and want to strive towards being able to on my own.

I think the ideal in my head is this blob of vibes that does not look like any one artist, and I'm getting closer to being able to see it manifest in my own style the more I practice.

Naturally, ancharan's Fords have left a strong impact on me! I really like how they handle facial anatomy in general and also how they make use of it for strong emoting and expressiveness. Their Fords feel so unique, yet also so very like Ford, and it's just amazing!

My goal isn't to be able to imitate ancharan's art style, nor is it to draw Ford exactly how they do. I wanted to figure out what it was that I found so appealing about their Fords, and then I wanted to figure out what I can learn from that as I continue to iterate and practice my own. What is it about my depictions of him that I feel like need work, what are things I can improve on? How can I draw him so he feels better to me?

I find myself already feeling pretty happy with what I've learned from ancharan's work, and it was what helped me out with that latest Ford drawing I just posted. It turns out that the major thing I need to work on is, unsurprisingly, facial anatomy, particularly how to set the eyes into the face. Just in general and also for masc adult or older men, which is completely predictable when I've nearly exclusively been drawing anime magical girls for years, haha. (RIP Magia Record.)

For the above drawings, I started off by tracing my construction lines directly onto ancharan's illustrations and copying various details. My main goal with the faces in particular was not to copy their lineart exactly, but to look at where they put things and how, and try to draw it in my own style, I guess? Like, when I'm constructing the face, here's where I'm used to putting the eyes and nose, and then here's where they are in this image, so what does it feel like when I deviate from what I'm used to and try something closer to this? What is the version of an adult male in my head and how I would draw them right now, versus how ancharan depicted that idea here? That kind of thing.

These drawings are clearly extremely close in appearance to ancharan's and that was on purpose, as I did trace or otherwise draw over the top of them. But I do like the differences between my art and theirs despite that. I like a differently shaped jawline for Ford, and I think larger eyes and a larger nose? It feels like their Fords and mine have different faces, even with the copying, and that feels like success to me. I really, really adore how my top image Ford here came out, and I think it's probably the best Ford I've drawn, period.

That brings me to the Ford I posted earlier (not traced, to clarify, nothing else I have posted has been traced). First, I drew the face just off the top of my head, the way I normally do, while trying to think about and consider what I liked about the above Fords and felt like I had learned. My attempt was....idk, it felt uncanny to me, and not at all like Ford as I was imagining him. I'm pretty sure it was due to anatomy and facial proportions issues?

So I took that bad Ford and tried to figure out how to make it, well, "good", based on what it was that I liked so much about my outcome in the top image Ford here.

I ended up with a much better Ford that I felt way happier with (old on left, new on right):

Honestly, it's amazing how big of an impact seemingly small changes can make when it comes to this. Like, these have such similar lines, but they feel SO different from each other, right? Small details also do SO much work here, to an astonishing extent.

I think the Ford I really like on the right also feels pretty different from ancharan's, and doesn't feel exactly like my results from the tracing, either. It's the most "me" that a Ford I've drawn has ever felt, I believe, and I'm pretty stoked about that. I think that feeling also comes from it being closer to that ideal Ford in my head than I've been able to draw before.

There's a lot I still need to practice and improve, and eventually I want to draw different facial expressions and angles (I am filled with fear). I am glad for the progress I've made though, and thankful for other artists in the community whose work has been inspiring for me and also just fun to see in general.

I'm deeply appreciative of ancharan for letting me post these! I feel like these drawings are such obvious copies of their artwork to where I didn't feel comfortable calling the drawings my own original artwork, and I didn't want to post them publicly without permission.

I am happy to be able to share them here. Thanks again, ancharan! Go check out their artwork!! Their whole gallery is awesome! There's also this cool espresso machine AU☕ that may be of interest...

If this post is incoherent, it's because I haven't slept yet whoops

[whentheresidentsareevil]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @eveningspirit and @thewildballyntynesgrow! and oh boy have I got a lot of WIPs to go over!

do no harm

this one already has 3 chapters on ao3 and it's about Frank's back injury being worse than he thought and Robby helping him before he turns to drugs

“I’m fine!” He yelled. Dr. Robby’s eyes widened but Frank couldn’t stand to have the man look at him like that. “I was handling it! I could have handled it!” He fought to sit up again, this time powering through the pain. Robby was calling his name, trying to get him to relax, to lay back down, but it only fueled his anger and determination. “I know you think I’m weak now, but I was working on it! I was still able to work! Don’t treat me like I’m sick! Don’t-”

midnight train

This has 2 chapters on ao3 and its Frank having the worst commute of his entire life lol

This was the first concrete evidence that Langdon really was there on the train. While he knew his resident was at the site of this tragedy, seeing proof was a whole different beast. He could no longer try to convince himself that it happened to be another doctor named Langdon on the blue line at the same time Frank would be. There was no denying it now. Robby forced himself to look away.

Now its time for unpublished WIPs!!! I have like 7 so I'll just do the ones I'm furthest along in

The Shoulder One (untitled)

The one where Frank dislocates his shoulder

Frank moved his head to get a better look and oh. His shoulder was definitely not supposed to be there. He felt a rush of dizziness and nausea hit him. He let his head thunk against the floor and let out another groan.  “Oh I don't feel good.” Robby was crouching above his head and let out a sarcastic laugh which Frank did not appreciate.

The Seizure One (untitled)

The one where Frank has a seizure (exists in a world without the drug diversion)

Everyone waited with baited breath for something to happen. Langdon was still seizing, lips turning blue from lack of adequate air flow. Mel felt dread begin to descend in her chest. As the seconds passed with no change, Robby spoke. “If he doesn’t respond in the next minute, we’re moving him to a room. Dr. Mohan, please draw up some more diazepam and also a dose of Keppra please. Dana, what’s open?”

The Baclofen Pump One (untitled)

This one is where Frank has a partial spinal cord injury and has a device implanted called a baclofen pump. It's on the stomach and has a catheter that goes into the spinal cord to deliver muscle relaxant directly. The pump malfunctions and accidentally gives Frank too much medication

“Hey SLEEPY HEAD!” Frank jolted upright, looking around frantically. Abbot was staring at him from across the nurses’ station. He had a vaguely amused yet unimpressed expression. “Let’s not be falling asleep, man. It’s morning time!” Frank shook his head to try and wake himself up but found his eyes closing anyway. He tried to pick his head up, but it felt like a bowling ball. His head made contact with the keyboard. “Langdon?” Abbot’s voice sounded a million miles away.

Alright, those are the biggest WIPs I have! Sorry this is so long omg. If you've got this far, thank you so much!!! I've got several others but I haven't gotten them as fleshed out and I didn't want this to be even longer lol

tagging some moots, not sure if all are writers or if they've already been tagged, but viola @ahs0katan, @aflynnwriter, @honorarybimbo, @robbyrobinavitch @drfranklangdon

Also, anyone who wants to do it! If you see my post, please tag me so I can look at y'alls WIPs!!! so good

[nell0-0]

Wanna draw so much stuff but so little time lately, augh

[zehl0w]

Happy birthday my baby boy my present to you is my first ever fully finished comic

[fidgetspringer-art]

✦ Linger ✦

[morningmask27]

trick or treat <|:3

have a Sparkpelt and Finchlight being happy!

[sysig]

Challenge level: Impossible (Patreon)

[jaylynx1412]

I CAN'T DO IT I CAN'T STUDY I NEED TO PACE AROUND THE HOUSE TO LET MY BRAIN WANDER AND IMAGINE SCENARIOS AND STORIES I WILL PROBABLY NEVER WRITE DOWN AND ART I WILL PROBABLY NEVER DRAW AND PLAY MY FAVORITE SONGS ON THE BRAIN RADIO‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[jacksintention]

Still unwell about Rilke and PH

I love the dark hours of my being.

My mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters,

the days of my life, already lived,

and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open

to another life that's wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree

rustling over a gravesite

and making real the dream

of the one its living roots

embrace:

a dream once lost

among sorrows and songs.

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀COCKWARMING ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. office sex. public sex. sub/power sub reader. no mentions of specific anatomy. vox is in an online meeting for work. touch starved lucifer. val blowing his smoke on you for fun. non proofread because it's six in the fuckin morning and I have not slept a wink. #summary : in which they keep themselves buried deep inside of you while being busied by other stuff. #note : save me, I've been writing nothing but hazbin smut lately. i should really start working on other shows.. alastor's a bit shorter than the others, can't really think of a solid idea for him and I wanted to get this out as soon as possible

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer whines when you force him to focus on his unfinished work once again. he has been going back and forth from attempting to thrust into you, but you always found a way to press him down in his place firmly. he had some unfinished work that he left sitting in his office for almost a week now, and it irritated you. that's when you offered to cockwarm him while he worked, get him to finally get his hands on those unfinished works.

being absolutely touch starved, lucifer agreed without hesitation unaware of how miserable and impatient this will make him. his hand remain on his working desk, occasionally scribbling some words and a signature on the paper filled with printed words. he does his best to resist the urge to finally thrust into you, worried that you'd leave him unsatisfied if he doesn't do as he's told.

but there's a limit to how much he can contain himself, especially when he has you sitting on his lap with his cock stuffing you to the brim, when you'd tease him so often by clenching around him or moving your hips ever so slightly. lucifer whines every time, the hand that's placed on your hip squeezing on your flesh desperately.

"can i please.. just finish this up later?" his voice muffled from nuzzling his face into your shoulder, eyes closed shut to focus on the warmth engulfing his throbbing member. you let out a small chuckle, baring your teeth into his neck to draw out those pretty moans of his; his cock leaks pathetically inside of you.

"no can do, luci. you're not going to get whatever you want until you finish up." you pull away and tilt your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto his jaw while giving a quick glance at the papers sprawled across his desk. he's only halfway done with them. "you're doing pretty well, no? you're halfway done."

lucifer groans, annoyed as he picks up the pen from the desk again while reading through the papers. this time, you decide to tease him a little more instead of staying still. you connect your lips with his exposed neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as your hips slowly grind against his. you hear his breath hitch, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping you.

your name spills out from his lips breathlessly, following with a whimper that you love so much. you carry on with your actions, dark marks gradually bloom all over his skin like breathtaking flowers. lucifer shifts to lay his forehead on your shoulder, shuddering from pleasure; you tug on his soft hair, firm enough to lift his head up from your shoulder.

"stay focused, luci. remember what's waiting for you to finish your work."

ʚ ALASTOR .

"oh, what a twist!" alastor exclaims with his eyes glued to the book he's reading, chuckling like you're not clenching down on his cock out of desperation. your eyes are teary as you turn to peek at the page he's on, frustration brewing in your chest. upon noticing your reaction, alastor laughs while moving his hand to cup your face, leaning in with a grin. "don't you agree, my dear?"

you groan, parting your lips further enough to drop his thumb into your mouth, biting down on it. alastor mutters a small "fiesty" before buckling up his hips, watching your eyes widen from the sudden pleasure that shoots up your veins. his arm tightens around your waist to stop you from squirming around excessively.

"put.. the fuckin' book down, a-alastor.." your nails dig into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt, the back of your other hand hovering over your mouth with a frown on your face. alastor smiles in response, holding the book between the both of you now that there's a gap.

"why, it has only gotten interesting! patience is key, darling."

"it has been almost a whole fucking hour, alast-" your words get cut off by yet another harsh thrust of his hips, an uncontrollable moan slipping off your tongue. a low, barely audible grunt could be heard coming from alastor because of how you're squeezing around him like your life depends on it.

slowly, he places the book down, pushing two digits into your mouth as his sharp nails graze past your gums. your tongue swirls around them, gaze fixated on his that seems to be mocking your desperation. you grind your hips, wanting to feel more of that sensitive spot in you being stimulated by his tip brushing against it. alastor grunts every time you tighten around him, the feeling making his skin jump and his eyes close shut from the pleasure he receives.

you reach for the book to toss it aside, not allowing him any chance to get it back and return to what he was previously putting you through. he laughs at the action before getting cut off by yet another groan, a frown slowly finds its way to spread across his face despite the grin that remains on his lips.

"the book shall wait after all."

ʚ VOX .

the sound of vox's workers and colleagues echoes through his workplace, the source of it coming from the laptop that sits in front of him. he's holding an urgent meeting with them to discuss some things about work, yet you're here obediently sitting on him, cockwarming him. your arms hug his neck tightly, hands grabbing tightly onto his shirt while listening to him speak to the people in call.

you bite down every moan that builds in your throat, not allowing any sound to be heard by anyone but your partner. times when vox isn't discussing important matters, he leans into your ear to whisper praises, thrusting into you, and stops so suddenly when you're close to release.

he grins as you whine at the sudden loss of friction, skin flushed while feeling him draw lazy circles on your hips with his thumbs. he starts speaking again just when you're about to voice your frustration, drawing out a grumble from you. you stay there unattended, glancing at the part where the two of you connect; you're craving release, and you're done waiting.

with a steady pace, you move your own hips while holding onto his shoulders for support. vox's head snaps toward your direction, teeth gritting as he bites back the groans that threaten to leave his lips. he tries to hold you down, but his body betrays him and allows you to carry on with your movements. his head tilts back to lean against the headrest of his chair, the words that his workers speak gradually shifting to a blur in his mind.

"fuck, w-wait," his breath grows heavy, barely managing to keep his eyes open as you fuck yourself on his cock. you're supposed to be cockwarming him, not riding him. he has allowed you to the point of no return, how is he going to carry on with the meeting now? you grab him and connect your lips with his, drinking in his groans like how he does to your moans.

ignoring the calls of his name from the meeting, he pulls you closer by the waist as you grind yourself on him. it wasn't until he started getting annoyed by the meeting that he broke away from the kiss, strings of saliva still connecting your lips while his hand reached out to shut the laptop down. the room falls to a sudden silence, the only sounds that remain are your heavy breathing.

"you're gonna fuck up my company if this carries on," vox snickers before crashing his lips with yours again, hands holding onto your hips to thrust into you without anything holding him back this time.

ʚ VALENTINO .

you still can't process the fact that you're in valentino's studio with his cock buried deep inside of you while people walked around to work on set. valentino takes puffs from the cigarette he holds between his fingers, often ordering and even yelling at people as they rush to obey his commands.

nobody pays any mind to the both of you; in fact, they see it as something normal. after all, they're working for a porn producer, what is there not to be normal? you keep your face stuffed in the fluff of his coat, hands gripping tightly onto his outfit while still trying to adjust to how good he stretches you apart. everyone has just started working, and the set is still being prepared for a new film.

"you're tighter than usual my love, are you that excited to be around everyone?" he teases with a mocking tone, puffing out a wisp of pink smoke onto your flushed face. you lightly shake your head with a whine, the smoke that you inhale causing your vision to spin immediately. humming, valentino lifts your body up with the help of his lower pair of arms before roughly slamming you back down onto his cock. "I doubt that. you've always loved being fucking in public, no? look at you,"

you gasp, body tensing as a moan escapes your throat. you immediately bite down on your lower lip, eyes screwing shut while simultaneously having your body trembling under his hold. you don't want to draw too much attention to yourself, yet the idea alone excites you in an odd way that you never knew it would. noting your reaction, valentino continues repeating the action before stopping promptly, feeding himself with your choked back moans.

"keep looking pretty like that while i work, i'll have a reward waiting for you." you mewl at his words, giving him a weak nod while tugging onto his shirt. he takes another long drag from his cigarette before letting his gaze fall onto the prepared set displayed in front of him, eyes scanning for the stars of the show in the room.

he would moan softly into your ear whenever you clenched around him, teasing you with his mere voice and carrying on with his work. you don't complain, though, considering how you'll be fucked into a moaning mess once he's done with work.

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