#blorange

[sandflakedraws]

The time has come! I can show off the piece I drew for the Umbral Wings Dragon Tarot Deck~!

I got the pleasure of handling the 6 of Fire. The card is so cheery and bright (celebrating that you've made it through a trial and are being recognized for doing so), so! I felt compelled to include some of my favorite things (playing with temperature symbolism, staging, etc).

The kickstarter is fully funded, with some fun stretch goals in store:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/monsterbrainsoup/umbral-wings-dragon-tarot

[hobiesdump]

I desperately need everyone to acknowledge how Hobie's mask is its own art guide

[ultra-nohai]

graphic art vs. artist

[neilsanders]

THE BLORANGE

[jigglyfartmaster]

hes so ugly 😛😛🏳️‍🌈 do you think his name is blorange cause he a blood orange

[abbysthighs]

Some of the filters in Photo Mode are pretty cool.

[shayollo]

wales <3

insta - shayollo

[daily-xisuma]

[005] !!! ☕️ <- this is tea

[sandflakedraws]

woohoooo the time has come - i can now post the piece i did for Interlude, a Mushishi seasons zine

[hobiesdump]

[ultra-nohai]

the room

[emswns]

The Legend of Vox Machina, Test of Pride

[creepyjirachi]

a blorange beast is born. does anybody want charizard jr

he’s a gen1 terracotta/aqua/tomato

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Gotham folks compare cults like outsiders would compare mormons and jehovah witnesses. Its just very on brand for gotham.

Also, this all kinda got side-railed from shrimp eyes to spooky vibes. Seeing more colors is gonna do more than just make danny strange. Danny can see the color of souls. The others describe it as him reading your aura, and in a reduced sense, thats what it is. But comparing danny to your average pleb spiritualist abilities is like comparing a dragon to a newt.

He sees every emotion that weighs on your heart, every every bad thing you've done that has tainted your inner light, every yearning and dream you have to be better. The individual hues splashed on by each person you've cared for and, in turn, was cared by. The saturation by the strength of emotion. The shade of how dedicated or passive you were in those bonds.

Gothamites in general are a bit darker than most other places, sooty from the things they have to do just to survive all the curses that influence their lives. But in their ash and smoke, many of them burn like embers with a desperate hope to overcome and thrive.

Danny can see which ones are waining and need encouragement, and which ones have succumbed to the dark and only live for themselves. He's a VERY good judge of character.

Within 24 hours of starting his internship at WE, he's already figured out all the bat's identities. They burn brighter than most other gothamites, and each have their own unique colors.

Batman is a bright blorange, a constant contrast of unparalleled paranoia and unrivaled hope. Hood is a vivid gred, angry at the world but deeply determined to improve it. Robin is soft yellurple, a hidden innocence being rediscovered while unlearning a wicked indoctrination. Nightwing is a colorful pure white pitch black, stubborn innocent joy in the face of untold horrors.

The others are suitably unique. Orphan is a steady candle that blazes with the strength of a supernova, untouched by even the strongest winds. Spoiler is a mirror, reflecting others' light to help them learn how to be brighter. Red Robin is a laser pointer, able to highlight - or set aflame - the smallest and seemingly most insignificant details.

Signal's meta powers allow him to refract the full spectrum of spiritual color and even direct the light around him like an invisibility cloak. But most of the time, Danny finds him hard to look at - in the "fireworks factory got set ablaze" kind of way. He's pretty sure Duke isn't fully aware of his influence on color, as his control on large swathes of the spectrum appears almost nonexistant even as he tightly manipulates certain bandwidths, haphazardly flashbanging certain colors and violently flickering in others.

Maybe he's instinctively transforming a visible color into an invisible one in the belief that he's actually turning it off? At any rate, he probably needs someone to help teach him how to "open his third eye," so to speak. Knowing his own luck, that'll probably end up being Danny. He'll have to visit Frostbite and stock up on liminal-strength migraine medication before approaching Signal.

Okay, you know how bird don't ACTUALLY look the way we think they do?

They are far more colorful? But only to the eyes of other birds?

And it has to do with how light reflects off them and how their eyes are shaped etc etc.?

Well..... humans can see the most shades of green, right? But! We sure as shit can't see UltaViolet and InfraRed? Or shades BEYOND those. Ectoplasmic colors. Magical ones. Third eye, need to see with your SOUL type ones.

Danny? Could very well still have lil baby "kitten's eyes who haven't open yet" syndrome.

He thinks the Zone is Green and his hair is white.

But it's not.

His hair is Starlight colored. Frost. His suit is specifically "the void between stars" colored. Which looks... different? Then black? No, no, guys. How can you guys not see it? It looks REALLY different! How did he not NOTICE before?! They're not ever CLOSE to the same shade! It's like calling salmon and hot pink the same. You know... if you were to compare an actual fish and some irradiated, violently glowing version of "hot pink".

......guys?

His gloves are.... guys, these ares stars. Pressed so close together there's no gap. His body is the night sky, all rearranged. He's wearing SPACE, guys.

*continues to stare at his gloves for the next five hours*

Now... why is this relevant? Because! Danny slowly, as all humans do, adjusts! It's like finally having glasses after years of blurry vision. He... forgets, what it was like, not NOT See Zone Colors. Not completely, mind you, but enough he has to be reminded.

And the Zone? A Realm of the Dead. Specifically, the great catch-all and highway of the Dead. They get EVERYBODY. Misfits and vagabonds. Those who don't quite fit. Funky lil dudes. And of course, assholes, but everybody has those! See, Zone colors?

Are DIFFERENT.

They're all of um!

It's like looking at the technicolor, stobe light, multi galaxies in one, Sun. Tingly(tm)!!! You get used to it. What helps? Is that as garish as the Zone is? The painting and grand tapestry of it all? Keeps changing. Like weather. If it's too much for you, you can stay inside your Lair until the current Color changes. Until the designs shift. Vibe changes.

There are even glasses for that! "Temperate" areas for people to set up, that get headaches or are just... kinda killjoys. Too each their own. Though the stormy areas? Those guys are freaks. Watch out for those guys. They're the kind who stare directly are stars until their eyes burn out.

Where was I? Oh yeah! Danny!

No longer a wee baby, smol baby, twig-o!

Sad. We miss it.

But he did get used to Seeing The Colors. Got a handle on his powers. And! Finally worked with his parents on how to safely turn the portal OFF. There was much booing. Cries of "kill joy" and "booo! You suck!". But? Like? Dude DID have the right to protect his home. Go to college. What can you do?

Problem with THAT is? Baby grew into his "built like a brick shit house of constantly running off to literally tackle the Supernatural excellence" Fenton genetics. He Tall. Muscles! And he PUMPING out "somethings fucked up with me" Vibes!

Add in his DEEPLY Sus off hand comments. Weird ability to tell when someone has or is about to die. Basic immunity to the cold. Fuckin EYE GLOW?

Ha ha... *Horror movie screams from his college dorm mates*

Clearly a demon!

He gets kicked out. Well... not kicked out. He's a model student and broken no rules. They'd never survive the lawsuit. But... he's? STRONGLY INCOURAGED to finish his education elsewhere. Repeatedly. By like... 15 colleges.

Sam is not just livid, she's actively foaming at the mouth.

Breathe, Sam! Remember what your doctor said! Your mortal body can't handle that kinda Vengance spiral! Think of your blood pressure! Breathe!!! (Were not for the laws of this land... and the weak, fleshy constraints of her mortal form!)

Thankfully? Tucker's been interning, remotely of course, with Wayne Industries. He asked his manager where he could find some of those scholarship forms. (Since Gotham University is just a touch out of Danny's price range.) Manager wanted to know why. And oh! Oh holy shit. Apparently? Danny is the hot new office gossip.

People in the main office are OUTRAGED. Danny's "too spooky"?! Too FUCKIN SPOOKY!? Are you KIDDING THEM? Even juicier, a Meta kid from some wacky ghost hunters turned scientists. From a line of Supernatural hunters. Wants to be a aeronautics engineer.

Ooooooh how SPOOKY! Better watch out! He'll design an ENGINE at yooooou!

Fuckin casuals. Non-Gothamites are WEAK. "Too scary" their collective asses. Yeah, maybe the kid SHOULD come too Gotham. He can be the weird kid. Mildly unsettling or something. His powers won't be SHIT in Gotham. Just remind him to buy a gas mask.

So! Danny gets his Scholarship! Merrily packs his bags for darker, Gothic hellscape hills. Unaware... that Constantine has been following reports of a "demon" that he's? 80% sure is a Banshee but MIGHT be a winter spirt with a shtick? For the past 13 colleges. He's getting closer. And this sucker is a strong one.

Not "this is going to cause me serious, life imperilling danger" strong. But more? "Man, that cat is HUUUUUGE". Could he still get mauled a lil? Yeah. Scratched to all hell and back? Probably! But DIE? Unlikely.

He just needs to know why the FUCK this spirit his hanging around colleges.

Which is made harder... by the fact that what HE sees? And what OTHER people see? When they look at this guy? Separate things. Yeah, he'd LOVE to give you guys a description! IF HE HAD ONE.

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hdgnj @spidori @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @lolottes

[amygdalae]

[ceylonsilvergirl]

One last one