#arteyed

[cosmindart]

[dallieart]

The man said he wanted some cake, so I gave it to him.

[safiscores]

[madame-mongoose]

Okay google how to stop having scary dreams

[doctorsiren]

I made an OC! It’s been such a long time 😭

But Clone Wars got me good and I wanted to make a character and so I did and I ended up making up a race so I could come up with the customs and traditions of her people

Anyways her name is Artei-Ka Aun’touva (pronounced Artica On-Too-Vah) and I haven’t figured out the name of her people or her planet yet

I have a whole thing planned out in my brain tho

But basically the rough ideas I have now are:

Droids come to her planet and start attacking, so clones are deployed and such

And this one clone named Cypher (he’s good with codes and the like) saves her life, but ends up getting killed

As a tribute to this clone, she buries him in the traditional outfit of her people and saves his armour and wears it

In her culture, if someone gives their life for you, you basically then live your life in memory of that person, trying to do good for other like they did for you

So she wears his armour and continues on with her Jedi stuff

Her culture is based around cultures where family and honour is a big part of life, and so she kind of just ignores the “no attachments” Jedi thing ((let’s be honest a lot of Jedi kind of ignore that-)) because connections to other people is vital to who her people are

And now she has this almost spiritual connection to this clone who saved her life because that’s how her people view that sort of sacrifice

Anyways she got the purple markings on her face after the incident with Cypher because markings representing an important focus of your life is a thing for her people and hers represent the tragedies she has been a part of

She paints purple on his armour and helmet (the blue markings were his markings)

She finds his squadron (titled the Midnight Squadron), who find it really admirable what she has done for their fallen brother

And now since she is trying to live her life in his memory, she hangs out with his squadron and it’s like a found family kind of thing because I love that trope and she refers to them as her brothers

Also her lightsaber is like that because I think lightsabers should be shaped like different normal sword shapes cuz I think that is cool haha

The first two drawings are her more finalized design, whereas the third drawing was the concept page from when I was making her up and so it’s not entirely accurate

[castles-in-the-eyre]

crap I think I deleted the original ask, sorry 🥺

thank you thank you!! marigami is SO special to me… we better win this 💪❤️💕

@arteyhumano299

[nicolae]

Concepte cheie privind conectarea artei la viețile noastre

Arta este ca o oglindă care reflectă, comunică și interpretează sinele, indivizii și societatea. De-a lungul istoriei, de la primitiv la modern, oamenii au fost capabili să exprime o varietate de idei și sentimente și chiar să evoce răspunsuri de la vecini prin marcaje artistice și prin crearea de structuri. Aceste expresii artistice au fost o sursă majoră de înțelegere reciprocă și a lumii în…

[pure-oddity]

Fast foodies know the deal

Ghost x reader

(not proof read, this is just fluff straight from the source

Warnings: none, ovulation mention maybe? Its brought up a single time.)

The craving hits around 3 in the morning, it's ovulation week so the idea of not getting chicken nuggets from the drive through makes you want to cry.

You turn towards the sleeping lug beside you. He's on his back, breaths deep and even. Still as a grave but at your movement he takes the arm you had been using as a pillow to drag you further into his side.

Your Simon, took you forever just to get the man to admit he did more than tolerate you. even longer to admit he cared for you. It took you almost using his toothbrush to realize that the man might actually (gasp) like you. That one you didn't push, figured he'd come to terms with it on his own.

As you look at how peaceful he seems you try to fight the urge, you really do, but as you prop yourself up on your elbows and move closer to Simon's ear you resign to begging his forgiveness later.

"Simon, my baby? You sleeping?"

You wouldn't have known he was a awake had it not been for the lone eye opening to check on you

"Was, love. I was. Whats wrong, bad dream? Y' Can turn on the telly to that duck cartoon or the robots - won't bother me none." He rubs a comforting hand up and down your back, he's being so sweet you really do start to feel bad.

"I want chicken nuggets."

Silence.

Both eyes are open now.

The silence continues.

You smile sheepishly.

Wordlessly simon extracts his arm and turns so his back is to you.

"Nnooooooo! Simon pleeeaase. Pretty please? I want chicken nuggets so bad!"

"Go ahead. keys are on the rack, tanks full."

"Nooo you have to take me! come on baby please, for me?"

"My love. Sunshine. Light of my life. If you're hungry i made a perfecly good roast last night. Heat that up and let a man rest."

"I dont want a perfectly good roast! I want chicken nuggets. And a burger. And fries - oh maybe a shake?" You lean over him, hair purposely hung over into his face. He turns quickly and you're nose to nose

"So youre gonna have me get up at 3 fucking a.m. to get you a greasey, artey clogging, cholesterol raising gastrointestinal disaster of a meal - when we have a perfectly good home made dinner in the fridge."

"....please?"

Silence.

A deep suffering sigh.

An ecstatic squee

"Just get your fuckin shoes on"

------

You lean back over into the passenger seat, simon grumpy faced as you insisted that you should be the one to order.

You pat your thighs in glee as he pulls up to the window, gives you a dirty look , and hands the cashier his card.

The second window delivers your meal and drink quickly, you dig in like a starved animal. You're mid chew when he gives a grunt. A snooty sounding eh hem.

You grin and giggle, slowly airplaning him a nugget.

"Give me the chicken or i'll take the whole box"

You squeak and shove it to his lips quickly. His jaws snap around the nugget and it's gone within a single bite - you retract your fingers, still intact but wet with spit.

You give an 'eeeech' and look for somewhere to wipe your hand.

"Any of this ends up in or on my interior and it'll be your arse."

You roll your eyes and reach in the bag for a napkin, knocking the fries over in the process.

Silence.

The car drifts slowly to the left and is parked along the side of the road.

Not a word spoken.

You try to shove as many back into the carton as possible.

He stares at you.

You smile sweetly at him before leaning over the center console and kissing him. You meet his lips, they're stretched into a dangerous grin.

"Love" kiss "did you" kiss "spill salt" kiss "in my truck?"

You might not know a lot, but you know that voice means you're in trouble, which means it's distraction time.

You continue your sweet onslaught of kisses.

"Thank you for taking me baby, I love you so much. ", another smooch

is delivered.

"Youre my person, my favorite guy, love of my life."

He bites at your lip and you barely manage to slip it from his teeth

"Wanna spend the rest of my life with you, grow old with you"

He grips the back of your head and maneuvers your ear to his mouth, in a deep rumble he asks

"Are there fries on my floor, love?"

The dangerous smile still present.

"No of course not baby! i cleaned those up."

"So my truck is fry free?"

"Well - no didn't say that. there's a, a few under the seat"

He's grappling you into his lap now, the man looks a hint deranged.

"And why, my love, are you telling me about them instead getting them?"

he presses.

"'Cause I - hehe - I can't reach!" You giggle out as his hands slink towards your sides.

He pokes and prods at you, growling not unlike a bear while you squeal and squeak out little laughs.

"Gets a man up at ass o'clock-"

"Oh please, you get up early anyway!"

"makes him drive to get congealed grease-"

"you had a nugget too!"

"Then trashes his truck."

"Oh please it's like a handful of fries, I'll get them, i'll get them!"

He frees you with a huff and you dive back over to your side of the car. You pop open your door and hop outside to get a better angle at the underside of the seat. He gets impatient as you fish around for the last few fries, giving a little hurrah as the last one is snatched.

Clambering back into the truck you grin at him, happy as can be. He hums a short laugh, and you're off to home again.

He makes a beeline for the bedroom and you trot over to the counter to finish your meal, most of it having been shared and eaten in the truck. You sit back a moment to enjoy the feeling of fullness when you see Simon emerge again.

"Bed. Now. Kept me up long enough" he's already on you before you can think of a reply, slung over his shoulder. He makes quick work of getting you both situated in your proper spots.

You're snuggled into his side for the night, full and content. He breathes in deep and exhales slowly. you draw nonsensical patterns on his bare chest, playing with the hair there. As sleep overtakes you, your palm flattens over the spot where his heart resides; and you feel him relax just a smidgen more.

[mioritic]

Nicolae Tonitza (Romanian, 1886–1940)

"Nud" ("Nude"), ca. 1927–29

Raul Șorban, Maeștrii artei romînești : Nicolae Tonitza (Bucharest: Meridiane, 1965)

[jacob-the-gun]

Vioara (vioara) este un fel de orchestră super curată cântată pentru a suna instrumente de transport. Este răspândit pe scară largă în întreaga lume, este coarda orchestră modernă a instrumentului principal. În muzică joacă o poziție foarte importantă, este pilonul orchestrei simfonice moderne, dar are și abilități dificile de a cânta instrument solo.

Apariția viorii moderne a fost de 300 de ani de istorie, este muzica occidentală din secolul al XVII-lea într-unul dintre cele mai importante instrumente ca instrument regina, a fost, de asemenea, producția este ea însăși o vioară poarta pentru arta plastică. Tonul frumos al viorii, aproape de o gamă largă, iar performanța este puternică, sa născut din acea zi, el a fost în instrumentul de poziție semnificativă, pentru oamenii iubiți. Dacă pianul este „regele instrumentelor muzicale, atunci vioara este „regina instrumentelor”.

Timp de secole, compozitorul de renume mondial a scris o mulțime de lucrări clasice de vioară, violonist în acest instrument în suflet, dezvoltarea artei spectacolului superb. Vioara poate concerte si solo.

Vioara este o coardă de patru instrumente cu arc, familia fiind membrii principali ai sistemului familial al altor membri sunt: (viola, violoncelul și basul). Vioara modernă provine din italianul Craig mona, în anii 1600-1750 pentru a deveni cel mai mare centru de producție de vioară. Celebrii maeștri care produc chitare sunt: Nicola Amati (nicolas, Marty), Antonio Stradivari (tigla de jos Antonio Stella) și Giuseppe Guarneri (ji plug pu melon nai); Au făcut instrumente până acum neprețuite. Melodia a cincea de viori: g, d1, a1, e2, înregistrează mai mult de trei grupe și jumătate, este instrument indispensabil pentru orchestră, de asemenea, după instrumente.

[xxking-glitcherxx]

Intro (I guess??)

You can call me Kuron, Ash, or Donnie

I'm a transmasc teenager(31🔄)

I'm an artist

I have a LOT of OCS

My current interests are Voltron: Legendary Defender, Mouthwashing, Gravity Falls, and Minecraft Story Mode

Older interests are ROTTMNT, ITSV, FNAF, TADC, GO, JSAB, The Dragon Prince, Nimona, Animatic Battles, Smiling Friends, Skull Island, and Lacey Games

My favorite characters at the moment are Shiro(VLD), Ford Pines, and Caine(TADC)

Favorite YouTubers: Puffsgaming81, Flamingo, Kwite, Film Cooper, Layze, Drama Kween, Danny Gonzalez, Augusttheduck

DNI: Racists, pedos, homophobes, transphobes, Trumpies, proshippers, anyone who ships Shiro x paladins, Allura, Matt, or Sendak

Probably can find me anywhere with variations of XxKing_GlitcherxX, XxGLITCH_E0, P0INT_C0NTR0L, Kuron, or Artey

Shiro is my babygirl

[rfsnyder]

artey

[wonder-worker]

Were Humphrey's two illegitimate children with Eleanor Cobham?

Hi! We don’t objectively know for sure, but it's highly unlikely.

"Humphrey had two illegitimate children, Arteys de Cursey (otherwise known as Artus or Arthur) and Antigone, who later married Henry Grey, Earl of Tankerville. It has been speculated by many, including Humphrey’s biographer K.H. Vickers, that Eleanor was the mother of these two children, but this seems unlikely. If Eleanor was indeed their mother, it is hard to imagine why Humphrey, who had no legitimate children, did not attempt to legitimatize Arteys and Antigone after his marriage to Eleanor, as John of Gaunt had legitimized his children by Katherine Swynford after he made her his duchess. Furthermore, Eleanor was later to confess to employing witchcraft in order to bear a child by Humphrey—an odd statement if she was already the mother of two of his children. It is also notable that after the deaths of her father and of Henry Grey, Antigone left England and married Jean d’Amancier, esquire of the horse to King Charles VII of France, which suggests that she had connections in France, presumably through her mother."

[doctorsiren]

The remaining members of the Midnight Squadron

(from left to right)

Firefly

Max

Cypher (he’s dead lol rip) (i know he looks like a force ghost but he’s not haha that’s just to show he’s dead bc he was the one who rescued Artei-Ka)

Spectre AKA Artei-Ka

Danger

(also by the time Order 66 happens, the only two left are Firefly and Artei-Ka, and since she’s a Jedi, Firefly ends up killing her oops)

[hurgablurg]

Akavir Ideas

Tsaesci are normally anthropomorphic snake-people, but because Akavir is in the next kalpa (where the standard is evidently that of beastfolk), when they tried to invade westward and entered the current kalpa (within which humanoids are the standard), they were forcibly “reformed” into a human shape - explaining why all the tsaesci seen in Tamriel are humans instead of snakes.

The pain of the transformation is why they never bothered to try another invasion. 

The Kamal, on the other hand, are masochistic and figured second, third, fourth, etc. time’s the charm, but eventually found they could bypass the change by going through Atmora, which is currently “north” of the kalpic cycle (that is to say, it is one of the 11 worldskins before Yokuda, and is therefore a part of the wheel not “touching the ground”, unlike the Named 3 which are) altogether. It’s the difference between the Ice Tribes and our guy Karstaag.

Uriel V’s invasion fleet met the same change, but the history books won’t say jack or shit about it because none of the survivors wanted to admit they were forcibly assigned minotaur fursonas.

The lamia beastfolk are unrelated to the tsaesci despite appearances - sometimes nature just be like that.

The tsaesci have special warrior-guilds of dragon hunters led by a figuratively-leashed dovahkiin, who embark on missions into Ka Po’ Tun to slay any newly-ascended dragons, slaughter their families and temples, raze their hometowns, and consume their newly immortal souls.

The tigers’ obvious desire to prevent this leads to a tense cold-war of assassinations and plots where the tigers try to kill the dragonborns before they master their thu’um and the snakes try to keep them hidden as they are trained.

This kerfuffle includes elite dragon-hunter-hunters, (an) order(s) of cloaked “ninja” tigers who are sworn to protect all life but are also sworn to exempt by such kill/assassinate/hamper the tsaesci dragon-slayers and dragonborns and no other opponent - irrationally specialized in this task, they are mythologized as fighting death and “the Void”, in defence of life and immortality.

The Tang Mo are the largest and most wide-spread of the Akaviri civilizations, and consider the entirety of the continent of Akavir as the Thousand Monkey Isles, with the other nations living within their borders as funny little enclaves that sometimes throw violent tantrums. While the snakes and tigers and snow demons and their tributaries dispute this notion, none have been able to actually prove otherwise by gaining control over them.

Despite this, or perhaps it is because, the Tang Mo are carefree and nigh-utopian, enjoying the abundant fruits of their minimal labour while strengthening their community bonds and regional identities. In their leisure however, they neglect vigilance: their armies quickly disbanding out of disinterest as quickly as they are raised in response to threats - this serial unpreparedness serves to make their sudden resistances against their would-be-conquerors appear all the more heroic in their biased but extensive records. This annoys their more conventional neighbours.

The Ka Po’ Tun’s veneration of dragons is eerily similar to the relationship between the khajiit and dovah of Tamriel, but no one knows what its about. Nor are the ka po’ tun aware that there is another race of cat-people with their own dragons just over yonder.

The tigers ascend into dragons at an inconsistent rate despite the large numbers attempting it, generally between 3 and 6 ascendants in a 5 year span, which is hampered by tsaesci dragon-hunters who are quick to act on any rumours of ascendancy.

While the dragons of Tamriel typically present as masculine, the dragons of Akavir typically present as feminine. This includes their spiritual liege, ““king”” Tosh Raka, who is trans. Good for her!

The tigers have 13 styles of sacred martial arts, themed after 13 of their animal constellations (dragon, fox, hare, artei, durzog, rat, nix-bird, gull, stripedbear, dolfax, heron, huxhi, and wad’lin). Four of these styles are centred around casting spells which isn’t strictly martial, but is cool.

Ka po’ tun are immune to the effects of most poisons and toxins, but are lethally vulnerable to the simmering juices found within kagouti livers. This is information no one will ever likely learn, as kagouti are not indigenous to Akavir.

The Kamal are ice-freaks who like to invade and loot places that aren’t theirs, which has drawn not-inaccurate comparisons to the nords and atmoran colonizers.

The kamal, in searching for safer routes to pillage, colonized the now otherwise-uninhabitable Atmora and the Sea of Ghosts, and over the centuries the isolated oceanic populations evolved (or were perhaps being transformed) into the Sea Giants.

They hibernate in large chunks of ice as a shield against the even colder temperatures of impossible para-winters, and to release themselves with the coming of summer, they vibrate quickly and subtly to produce body heat to melt the ice around them, like bees killing a hornet.

Kamal have five eyes but traditionally keep the central eye covered so that it can “focus on seeing the future in which they win”.

They are big!

The rumoured dog-men and rat-men and akaviri humans do exist and are not extinct, but were culturally subsumed by the tsaesci and serve as second-class citizens, levies, labourers, and blood-banks for the snakes.

What remains of their original cultures can be found in songs with long-forgotten melodies, stories, and parables desperately inscribed on the walls of old temples and forgotten dungeons that they had fortified in their last days of resistance.

Their blood doesn’t even taste very good, but the tsaesci governments have really good propaganda about it being supernaturally healthy and spiritually-wholesome, like the USA and carrots.

Akavir itself is shaped kind of like a bowl, with a unnervingly below-sea-level interior. Pray that the Sea does not meet the Soil.

[its-no-biggie]

okay idk who needs to hear this but ive seen it in so many fics and its a huge pet peeve of mine. if youre writing a character getting choked (as in, grabbed around the neck) and you want them to pass out and not require an urgent hospital visit, you should not be describing them having a hard time breathing or "cutting off airflow".

like, okay. in order to make someone pass out, you have to prevent oxygen from getting to their brain. and on its own this wont do any major damage as long as the brain starts getting oxygen again very soon (it cant go more than a couple minutes without or youll start getting permanent brain damage). [NOTE: im not a medical professional. its probably not very good for you to deprive your brain of oxygen at all. but like for fanfic purposes theyll be fine afterward as long as they start getting air again right away.] so you can do this by preventing oxygen from getting into their body at all (i.e blocking their airway), OR you can prevent blood from carrying oxygen to the brain by cutting off circulation. and when youre talking about grabbing the neck from the outside, that second one is absolutely the one you want.

now, it is possible to choke someone out in a way that restricts airflow- by applying pressure to the front of the neck and crushing the windpipe. and this is what i usually see described in fanfic, BUT damage to your windpipe is extremely bad news. needs-immediate-attention-or-you-could-die bad news. you can certainly write this one if thats what youre going for- its also extremely painful so i can certainly see it having uses. and if the goal is to KILL someone by choking them, then this is obviously a perfectly fine method. but if you want someone to pass out from restricted airflow WITHOUT needing an ambulance, a tight seal over the mouth and nose is a much much better way to go. its not that hard to accomplish- any kind of plastic bag will make a nice tight seal. im sure duct tape over the mouth and then plugging the nose would also do the trick. additionally, sticking..... *ahem* /something/ down their throat far enough to completely block their airway would do the same thing, as long as you have a way to get it back out so they can breathe again.

but theres a nice easy way to cut off circulation to the brain- theres a major vein and artery on the sides of the neck that take blood to and from the brain (the carotid vein/artey). so by squeezing the sides of the neck, you can make someone pass out while doing almost no damage at all- it doesnt take a lot of pressure, so it might not even hurt that much. but you know when you wrap something a little too tight around your finger, and it swells up and turns red and gets that kinda pressure feeling in it? the same thing happens in your head. you can even try it for yourself- squeeze the sides of your neck for a couple seconds and see what it feels like.

and since the bloodflow is cut off, air can be coming in and out of the lungs just fine but none of it will get to the brain. (this way can also kill someone btw. although i imagine it would be less painful.) you may have heard people talk about this technique in terms of being safe in the bedroom, but thats not because it "feels good". it makes you pass out, which can be erotic in certain contexts, but even if youre into it it probably wont be a fun time outside of a controlled environment. and this is also the way they do it in some martial arts- youve probably seen a chokehold at some point, where they have their whole arm wrapped around their opponents neck? theyre not pulling back to put pressure on the front, theyre squeezing with the elbow to put pressure on the sides.

"but if i cant describe them struggling to breathe or pain in their neck, what can i describe?" good news friend, i have had the displeasure of almost passing out on several occasions, and i can describe the kinds of things that happen! first youll start to feel lightheaded, and that will keep getting stronger and stronger. you feel kind of disoriented and like youre going to fall over. might get a bit nauseous. your hearing will gradually fade out until everything sounds kinda muffled and far away, which makes your own voice sound really loud in comparison. then your vision will start to go black around the edges, and your ears will start ringing, and presumably that will get worse and worse until you cant even see or hear anymore. im guessing at this point you would probably fall over and that would be it. out like a light.

its a scary feeling! youll probably go into fight or flight pretty much right away (even if youre doing it consensually- your body will think youre in danger and act accordingly. from what i understand, thats part of the appeal- its like the thrill of riding a rollercoaster), so your heartrate and breathing will speed up and other things that happen in fight or flight. also, i described it as really slow but it can take anywhere from 5 seconds to several minutes depending on how much of the oxygen is cut off. like when someone sees blood and then passes out right away? yeah thats a real thing. and that happens so fast you probably wouldnt register what was happening before you were out. but getting choked out would probably take at least 10-15 seconds if i had to guess, longer if theyre doing it poorly.

anyway im not a writer so i dont have much in terms of specific writing advice like pacing or what to focus on or whatever. and im not an expert either- all of this is based on martial arts knowledge, basic biology and anecdotal evidence, so feel free to correct me on anything ive said here. and obviously you dont have to write it to be perfectly realistic if you dont want- im just trying to share some info about this for anyone who didnt know how it works and wants to write a more accurate portrayal