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Hi!! Your Cherik is so good and gorgeous 🤩🤩 If you don't mind wanna try to draw some Fall of X Cherik please?
thank you so much !!
i have a couple of ideas relating to the fall of x period specifically since theres. A Lot i wanna play with, so i hope this lil thing may be a satisfactory start :]]
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#xmen#xmen comics#fall of x#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#erik magnus lehnsherr#max eisenhardt#professor x#magneto#snap sketches#for clarity on of this tag ramble im calling magneto max OK ok#sorry it took me a while to answer- ive been busy this week !#but yah like i said theres a lot of Fall Of X moments i wanna poke at#one i really wanted to doodle around was max's time with the shadow king from Resurrection of Magneto#the third issue is prob my fave in general if im so tbh .... but i wont prattle bout that ill go back to my previous prattle#i dont think i have a comic in mind prob just a doodle with shadow charles....#i mean if im devious enough i can def turn it into a comic but for now i just know i wanna do something with that#honestly even this moment i might revisit when i have more time to draw something. a lil better#i dont hate this its a sound start- but i THINK i wanna draw a smooch. a lil kiss. idk we'll see#cause im cheeky like that. 'will this be the last time i see you' 'girl idk we can kiss about it though' etc etc#god not to get off topic but im so curious what will happen with these two ... but thats for a diff post i guess#honestly if you guys have any runs i should read lemme know !! i just finished way of x and bar that ive just been reading the 60s issues#i have a couple on my list i wanna check out but im always excited to look into recs if yall think theyre worth it !!#but ya. thats all from me for now#my time is so finite this week i hope i can draw these sillies again soon .. i have a lot of ideas i fear#maybe i can sneak in one more doodle tonight ... <- doubtful
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Steve had always wanted to be a skilled fighter. The schools that churned out the best fighters all happened to be schools for holy warriors. It was possible that Steve maybe sort of lied a little (with the help of his friends Robin and Dustin) to get into this school by claiming he was full to the brim of religious fervor but hadn’t decided who to pledge his sword to yet. It shouldn’t have worked, if he were honest with himself, but by some stroke of luck it did, and he finished his training as one of the top combatants.
The issue now was that he had to pick a god whose crest to carry. There were all sorts of gods. Gods of water, gods of air, gods of agriculture, war gods, cat gods, plant gods...the list was endless. And while Steve was one of the best fighters around, he was most definitely not one of the best researchers. Thankfully Dustin and Robin were very clever and knew where to find details about the many gods in existence.
“So what kind of god do you want to follow? Maybe we can start there,” Robin asked.
“Uh…a good one?”
“You’re no help at all, you know that?” Dustin grumbled.
They suggested a local god known as Carver who stood for righteousness, but Steve turned that down. It didn't feel like a good fit. They suggested a love god by the name of Chrissy, who valued love of all kinds, romantic, platonic, familial...Steve had been tempted, very tempted, because Steve had always carried an excess of love in his heart. Robin had vetoed that one stating that Steve was already too reckless with his love and she wouldn't stand by and watch him break his own heart over and over again.
Dustin suggested a god of knowledge, Clarke, who blessed and guided those with curiosity, imagination, and a knack for invention. Steve shot that one down immediately. He was never one to be overly imaginative or curious; he preferred to deal with concrete things. Out of their quickly dwindling list, Robin reluctantly suggested Hargrove, a war god favored by a nearby kingdom, but if Carver was ill-fitting, then Hargrove was outright repellent to Steve.
"C'mon, Steve, you gotta pick someone!" Dustin huffed in frustration.
Robin thunked her head against the table in the library where they were looking up deities. She was obviously at her wit's end too. Steve, however, just dug his heels in with a particularly stubborn scowl.
"I can't just pick anyone!" Steve said. "If I'm going to pledge my sword to someone, it has to be someone...someone good. Someone that, I don't know, someone I can believe in, even when--no especially when things go wrong. That’s the whole point!"
"Yeah, I get that," Robin sighed, a mix of fond and annoyed, "but this is the eighth book we've gone through and the only one left here is called the King of Darkness which is hardly going to--huh."
Robin paused mid-rant to look at the page more closely. Steve and Dustin both huddled around her to peek into the book as well. Dustin also made a sound of curiosity.
"That's weird," Dustin said.
"Right?" Robin asked enthusiastically.
"What? What's weird?" Steve didn't get what caught their attention.
"This god only has a couple of sentences," Dustin explained, "And they don't really make sense. Something about dark creatures and the undeserving? The grammar and structure is all weird though."
"It looks like a half-assed translation," Robin added with a nod. "We should find the original text."
"Yeah! And if we can make a better translation, we could get it added to the next edition and they'd have to put our names on the book," Dustin said excitedly. Robin's eyes lit up at the thought and they both rushed off to the stacks to track down any original sources.
"Guys! Guys, what about my..."
The librarian hushed Steve, irritated. Steve groaned in defeat.
"...godly choices. Yeah, fine," Steve slumped back on his seat. "I need to find non-nerd friends."
Two days later, Robin and Dustin finished translating a slim, dusty book. They were nearly vibrating in their seats as Steve reviewed their notes on what they found. Dustin gripped his arm and gave him a shake.
"So? What do you think?" he asked excitedly.
Robin slung her arm across Steve's shoulders. With more tenderness than Steve expected, she said, "I know it doesn't seem like it, he doesn't really fit with your whole style, but it could work."
"Yeah," Steve said with a hopeful smile. "Yeah, this feels right."
--
It took longer than Steve would've liked, but eventually he managed to track down a small, crumbling shrine. It was an alcove carved near the entrance--no more than a crack in the stone really--of a cave at the edge of a lush forest. He almost missed it, it was so drowned in overgrown crawling vines and weeds. It bore a modest statue, no bigger than Steve, standing atop an equally modest plinth. There was a spot that obviously held a plaque once, but it must’ve been dug out by thieves at some point.
The sight of it made something in Steve's chest twinge; a strange pang of melancholy at seeing a god so forgotten and abandoned. It surprised him as he had never been particularly religious, but there was just something about this one that drew him in.
It was the middle of the day, so Steve quickly made camp and took advantage of the light to begin clearing the shrine. He started where the plaque had been, scrubbing off the dirt and moss that had filled the indentation. He knew a good smith; he could commission a new plaque to be made. After that, he weeded the immediate area around the plinth where worshipers would typically lay their offerings and pray.
By the time he finished that, it was late afternoon and he decided that was good enough for today. He had to eat and get a few hours of sleep so he could be alert once night fell. When he curled up on his bedroll, he couldn't help the grin that spread on his face. He was going to offer himself to his god tonight, and with any luck, his god would accept him.
--
He woke to a multitude of high pitched squeaks and the sound of many, many flapping wings. The sun had just fully set, and the stars that could be seen through the canopy burned brightly. Steve took his time to fasten on his armor and scabbard properly, and fixed his hair so not a strand was out of place. He took a few deep breaths to calm an unexpected bout of nerves before going to the shrine and kneeling.
His god had no official prayers. Or rather, the prayers for his god were forgotten. Robin and Dustin did their best to find anything prayer-like but it had been in vain. They suspected that most of the god's holy items and lore were purposely lost. Lacking that, Steve decided it was best that he introduce himself.
"Um, hi," he started and immediately winced. "Sorry. I'm not used to...this. I couldn't find any of your…holy words? Prayers? The right ways to speak to you, I guess.
"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington. I'm a fighter. I finished my training a few weeks back. I was the top of my cohort when it came to combat. I'm good with my sword and I know how to take a hit. I can turn just about anything into a weapon if it's needed."
Here Steve paused for a moment, straining to hear but there was nothing other than the typical sounds of a night out in the woods. Steve took a breath and plowed forward.
"I want to be more than a fighter, though. I don't want to just wave a sword around for nothing. I want it to...to matter. So I spent a lot of time trying to decide who to wield my sword for. It took me a while, but I found you. I want to be your shield and sword, if you'll have me."
Steve stopped again to listen. Nothing. Robin warned him this might happen. Gods didn't always accept warriors who offered themselves to them, and forgotten gods weren't always reachable. It was fine, though; he’d try again tomorrow night. Steve turned in just before dawn, eager for night again.
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Steve worked on clearing the vines tangled around the statue's legs and feet. He yanked out the thick, scraggly vines, and carefully picked apart the prickling thorny ones. There was a particular gnarl of vines that didn't seem like they had a stranglehold on his god's statue. They were healthy and strong, and the way they curled and grew looked more like a caress than an invasion. He decided to leave those on, though he gently rearranged them while removing the more invasive vines so they looked more decorative.
When night arrived with the sound of squeaks and wings, Steve went to kneel at the shrine. He introduced himself again, gave the same spiel as the night before. Still he heard nothing. He scratched the back of his neck in mild insecurity.
“I guess I should tell you I didn’t find you on my own. My friends Robin and Dustin helped me. They’re way smarter than me, you know? Total nerds. I can swing a sword like nothing, but books and research? Yeah, that never works out for me, so they helped me look up all sorts of gods.
“There’s a lot of them. Way more than I thought. Dustin and Robin both recommended me ones or vetoed others. They were getting frustrated with me because I kept rejecting the ones they gave me.
“Then Robin found you. Kind of by accident, to be honest. But she did her research thing and I knew that I wanted to carry your symbol. It took me forever to find this shrine. Robin said this was probably the only shrine you had left, so I had to find it.
“Dustin kept saying it was on the other side of the forest, but obviously he was wrong. Not that he’ll ever admit it, the little shit, but whatever. I’m sorry your shrine was abandoned like this, but I promise I’ll fix it up. I’m good with my hands, I can do it.”
There was no response to his admittedly disorganized ramble. It was fine, he told himself. He needed to be patient. He’d come back the next night.
–
Around the statue’s waist there was another tangled mess of vines, except these vines had died and rotted to dark sludge. There was fungus growing on it, and it reeked. It was gross. Steve scrubbed at it for hours because the rot had stained the stone. He was able to get rid of the rot and most of the stains before going to catch a few hours of sleep in the afternoon.
Night fell and Steve was kneeling for the third time. He repeated most of what he said the previous two nights. There was still no response. He thought maybe he was pushing too hard. He’d never been the super talkative type anyway. He could share the quiet night with his god, if that was what his god wanted.
A few hours passed when he was startled out of his near meditative state by the sound of snapping twigs. He leapt to his feet, hand on his scabbard. Someone–a man by the look of it–stumbled out of the woods. He was pale and dark haired, dressed in ragged clothes that were probably awful even when they were new. He looked like a vagabond.
Steve stepped in front of the shrine, protectively. The stranger grinned at him and Steve could already tell he was not going to enjoy the conversation that was about to happen.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Steve asked firmly, cutting the man off before he could speak. The smile only grew wider.
“I could ask you the same thing, sir,” the man said, adopting the annoyed huff of a wealthy lord. Steve scowled.
“I asked first.”
“I asked second!”
“You didn’t ask me anything,” Steve responded, somewhat smug. The man paused and then snorted a laugh.
“Yeah, okay.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You got me.”
“So?”
“So what?”
“What are you doing here? Who are you?” Steve repeated shortly. The teasing grin was back, and Steve felt his scowl deepen.
“Nothing and no one, m’lord,” the man bows mockingly.
“I’m not a lord.”
“Huh. Could’ve fooled me. You’re certainly as demanding as any lord I’ve ever met.”
“Oh fuck you,” Steve snapped. “I’m a holy warrior.”
The man laughed at him outright.
“Well that doesn’t sound very holy warrior-ish. Are your type allowed to swear?”
Steve grinded his teeth and decided it was not worth it to continue this conversation for much longer.
“Look, if you’re here to steal, I’ve got nothing on me.”
“That’s exactly what someone with something to steal would say.”
“Well, I don’t! I’m on a pilgrimage and I don’t want to spill blood on holy ground. So.” Steve wrapped a hand around the hilt of his sword. “Leave. Please.”
“Holy ground? Here?” the man barks out a laugh. “Don’t you know what this place is?”
“Yes,” Steve says shortly, placing himself more firmly between the shrine and the man. “Please leave. There shouldn’t be violence done here.”
“Oh, it’s far too late for that. This place used to belong to the King of Darkness. It’s said he was so evil that nothing grew here until he was run out and defeated by the god of righteousness. You know the one. Really plays up the holier than thou thing by making his hair all gold and glowy? Gotta say, you could give him a run for his money though.”
“You’re wrong.”
“No really! Your hair is great. Way better than Carver, even with the glowy thing.”
“Not that!” Steve said in frustration. This guy really liked the sound of his own voice and Steve was starting to get a headache. It was near dawn and all he wanted was to spend the last hour or so in the quiet night with his god.
“So you agree your hair is better than a god’s?” The man tsks at him. “That’s pretty blasphemous. Are you sure you’re a holy warrior?”
“No! I mean, yes. Wait,” Steve growls at his own bumbling. “No, I’m not better than any god. But I am a holy warrior. Kind of.”
“Kind of.”
“Look, I’m working on it so I need you to leave. You’ve insulted him enough already.”
“Your god is the King of Dark–”
“Call him that again, and I will draw my sword,” Steve said, voice steely. “He’s the Lord of Night, and I won’t let you insult him at his own shrine.”
The man goes quiet for the first time since he showed up. He looked almost surprised, his mocking grin gone. His eyes flicked over to the dilapidated statue and then back at Steve.
“Lord of Night doesn’t sound much different than what I called him,” the man said lightly.
“Well, it is,” Steve told him. “Now, will you please leave?”
The man stared at him for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, alright.” And then he left as suddenly as he had arrived.
The tension that had built up in Steve’s shoulders drained away. He went back to kneel in front of the shrine again when he noticed the barest hint of sunrise on the horizon. He cursed under his breath then was hit with a wave of embarrassment at cursing in front of the shrine and the whole situation that had transpired.
“I’m sorry about that,” Steve said, abashed. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”
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It happened again.
now with an additional snippet here and here
ps: i do not do those reader tag list things. if you'd like to keep up with my stuff, follow my writing tag: trensu tells stories
#trensu tells stories#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#robin buckley#dustin henderson#eddie munson#i don't even know what to call this#it's an idea i'm playing with but i don't know how well it works#if you're curious about the setting so am i!#if you figure it out do me a favor and tell me what it is#i have more written but it's not done#i'm hoping to post it as a oneshot on ao3 when i finish it#IF i finish it#we'll see i guess#ETA#came up with a title/tag for this#stasis in darkness
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something that still drives me insane since ruins anniversary is coming up
#vanny shenanigans#i guess hw2 gives you an explanation for what happens to cassies dad but i really like the cassieprotag theory (and also hw2 doesnt mean#much to me) so in that situation WHAT DOES IT MEANNNN WHERE DID HE GOOOOO#did he go back to the pizzaplex to repair the bots or something? is that why a fazwrench was left there and freddy has the prototype markin#clearly the pizzaplex was in the proccess of being rebuilt with the 'pardon our mess we'll be back soon' so cassies dad being a faz tech#was called there to be part of the clean up crew#idk i have to stop rambling now#i've been in a ruin mood for the past week lol i should replay it..... sobs
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The loneliest time
Who will you spend the holiday season? You wanted to spend it with your (girlfriend) Thirteen. But she isn't responding your calls! So it's up to 🫵 you 🫵 to investigate what's happening. Maybe you'll learn a side of her that you haven't see before?!
I was a bit mad still that she didn't get any card this event so... I tried to think about a Devilgram I would want to read about her... And holiday season Is a bit rought for people who have nobody so... Yeah.
Unfortunely, I'm no writer. Just a lowly idea guy, so this snippet Is the only thing I can offer 😓😓
CW: Cringe dialogue (chat?) under the cut
Thirteen: Well, I've told you about my time when I was still a apprentice reaper, right? It was christmas season and Candy and I were in the human world. Believe it or not, there wasn't much work at that time, so I was bored out of my mind. I took advantage of a moment when she was distracted to go for a walk, at one point I couldn't help but stare at the Windows of a store that sold christmas stuff, I couldn't help but stare at the snow globes, I thought they looked pretty. It wasn't long before she came up to me angrily, "You don't know how much I've looked for you," "You know you're not allowed to leave without me," "What do you think would happen if people found out you're not human?" Ugh... I can still hear her nagging in my head. I guess she realized I wasn't paying attention, because without asking me she went into the store and bought a snow globe and gave it to me. In my opinion, there were prettier snow globes than this one, but Candy isn't the person with the best taste out there.
> "If you don't like It, Why do you have It?"
Thirteen: Don't you know that it's rude to throw away things that are given to you? I wouldn't throw it away, even if it's a gift from Candy.
> "Do you miss her?"
Thirteen: Eugh... of course not! It's just that... around this time, I can't help but wonder if she's spending the holidays with someone else, or if she's spending them alone like me. Sometimes I wonder if... she's thinking about me? She hasn't called me in ages, so I guess not.
#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me thirteen#forgive me if it reads OOC#I'm not a writer unfortunely#but still. I wanted to try something new? rip#I've always wanted to know why they were on bad terms in the first place#I guess we'll never know#art0400#partially based in the birthday call where she tells you that she spends her birthdays alone. that's where I got the idea#I was going to edit some game screenshots to do the dialogue but I feared it would look goofy 👉👈
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#more traditional front-facing angle under the cut for the sniler#i dunno what the hell i called the sandslash one when i just did a designated Cool angle. but this one is supposed to be more of a#grabs you type angle. acquires you. takes you away#haunter#lemme go see what i called it#oh i called it an anime#i could maybe call this an anime#anime#we'll go with that. it's cool. it's anime. i guess
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┕━» Tim & Lucy - Doors
#chenford#chenfordedit#the rookie#therookieedit#Tim x Lucy#Tim and Lucy#Lucy x Tim#Lucy Chen#Tim Bradford#I was like... I guess? I'll call it doors 😅 like idk.#I wasn't going to call it anything. I was just going to leave it blank.#We'll play a game of what's this gifset about.#and I-- I prepared a whole meta for it and nobody wants that 🤣 *wheezes*#jesuis-assez edits: chenford#jesuis-assez edits: Chenford multi
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Madame Yu would never but oh for one fic where she packs up the kids and flees the jurisdiction. Jiang Cheng and Yanli would be so upset and miss Wei Wuxian and their father and you know, their home & community. Jiang Fengmian feels like he's taken a truck to the face (thanks truck-kun). Wei Wuxian is sure it's all his fault and is deeply distressed. Madame Yu is probably literally possessed. But still. It sucks! leave! Hit the bricks! listen to the meme skeleton that has taken up residence in your head.
#i'm picturing her eldest sister like well yuanyuan would never which must mean things are unspeakably bad guess we're going to war with a#great sect actually. unfortunate#maybe we can stall and pretend it's an extended visit bcs one of the children had fallen terribly ill#and er-jie like nono we'll just assassinate him and put a-cheng on the throne#madame jin will help!#we never liked him anyway#eventually they find out she's possessed and it's like ooops very embarrassing for us and also you#but like it would be more embarrassing to call it off at this point?#you don't really like him do you?#we can tell#and then she has to go rescue him from the assassins and like#frame wen ruohan or something i don't know
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🎉🚲 THE POPSICLE BIKE IS HERE 🚲🎉
and its featuring all sorts of fun, fruity flavors! freshly picked from the food forests, blended and frozen into a familiar shape, then paired with a fancy floral cone. and all for free? F-YEAH
all the vendor asks for in return is to leave a nice message in the tags for him (or for his pet plant Pothony). so go ahead, choose your favourite!
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loooong exposition ahead, bear with me ok
when i was a primary school kid (like 7), there was a row of bushes lining the garden outside our classroom. and on them were clusters and clusters of tiny red flowers, bunched together like pre-made bouquets. they're called ixora, locally known as jejarum (needle).
somehow, mini me discovered that if you look real close at the center of each flower, you'll find a little tab in the shape of a sprout (that's the stigma). and if you gently tug on that tab, you'll pull out a flimsy, needle-like stick (that's the style). and at the end of that stick...... was a dollop of liquid gold (it's nectar).
at that age? it felt like hitting the jackpot! my friends and i we were SET. gluttony Gripped us as we descended upon those poor little flowers, sucking up every drop of nectar we could find, leaving a trail of bright red petals in our wake. yet it was never enough. of course it wasn't.
yeah i'm exaggerating but it really did feel like i committed a massacre ok 😭 i don't know that child anymore i've grown!! left their insatiable little shell behind!!!
anyway turns out that secret childhood hack wasn't much of a secret after all. my mum confessed to doing the exact same thing decades ago when she was younger, and a quick internet search shows that apparently its a pretty common bad habit/funny memory shared among people here. rite of passage. doesn't lessen my guilt though!
so here i am, exposing my baby crimes to the world, and holding myself accountable by making ixora-inspired concept art lol. sorry to these cultural icons my bad queens
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speaking of school, here's another nostalgic memory: the ice cream uncle.
this wasn't just a singular guy, but rather a League of Guys, with one common goal: make a quick buck from oblivious kids who, once again, were enthralled by the power of gluttony's grasp, and would pay anything for a taste of the nectarous after-school treat.
no guilt here though, was worth every cent.
they always had a diverse selection of goods: ice cream in cones, ice cream in cups, classic ice pops on a stick... but once in a while, we get what is essentially the local version of freezer pops. we call them 'ais krim malaysia', and under the burning sun they were a MESS to deal with. if you weren't devouring your icicle within 5 minutes of purchase, you'd be going home with a sticky bag of juice and a stained school uniform. and yet, i've never seen a kid walk away from an ice cream uncle without a smile on their face.
nowadays, ice cream uncles are an endangered species. big name brands and their store empires are chasing local vendors out of their niche. not to mention the hardships they face under increasingly abnormal weather patterns. plus, even if they did make a comeback, there's the issue of all that plastic waste. which brings me to...
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this concept art i made! (yeah we're finally getting to it!)
once again, i'm partnering 2 very loosely related pieces of my cultural backstory, with a sustainable twist. in my ideal solarpunk city, we're bringing street-side popsicles back into style, and packaging them in biodegradable membranes. in fact, our local favourite seaweed gelatin — agar-agar (the name originated here!) — is already being used for this sort of technology.
the pops also come with a reusable cone in the shape of an ixora flower. this way, we can still keep the tradition of getting a sugar rush from within its petals, without. y'know. stealing the primary food source away from native bugs who depend on it 💀
the umbrella could serve a function too... maybe the buds that make up the ends of its wire frame could glow in the dark? that'd look cool. oh and i did draw a classic motorbike here for the nostalgia factor, but let's pretend its an old model that got modded to run on renewable energy instead!
in terms of fashion... i highlighted parts of the outfits that are ixora inspired, including the shirt and bandana made from batik, a dyeing technique invented in our region. some other solarpunk aspects include a photovoltaic wide-brimmed hat, a layered frankenstein dress, and that... apron-skort thing that i made up on the spot. and that weird shirt. people in this city just like chopping up and swapping fabrics i guess!
so do u guys like pothony c:
#🌿#guess who spent a disproportionate amount of time on what was supposed to be a simple sketch agaaaiiin!!!#art#solarpunk#solarpunk aesthetic week#artists on tumblr#concept art#malaysia#polls#roobiedoodle#roobieramble#2 drawings in a week??? call me barry allen 🏃♂️💨💨💨#jk dhsshjkh MAN am i tired#but its nice just. unpacking my life experiences and learning from them again. rediscovery!#for someone who doesnt know how to draw anything non-human i'm suddenly cooking up a lot of vehicle concepts#and by cooking up i mean im being plagued by visions of them. yes theres more we'll see if i can get to them in time hh
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i think. they'd be fun together. by which i mean the 3rd brother might be the final nail in the coffin to send law to an early grave <3
#suicide mention#congrats to the one person who guess correctly that the kiss was sabolaw#also. so disappointed it's called sabolaw. so boring. lawbo is right there#i might. do more work on that kiss later. i do need a new lock screen... we'll see....#one piece#sabolaw#sabo#sabo one piece#trafalgar law#art#fanart#lawbo
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it’s an inside joke
#art#mp100#mob psycho 100#yoshioka mamoru#dimple#dimple mp100#I dont have a drawing tag#yoshieku au#I guess? I saw someone call it ekuyo but I have a stupid reason I like saying yoshieku#the other guard is a guy i just made up btw btw#had to redraw that last laugh an embarassing amount of times#except that the amount wasnt embarassing it was how careful I had to be drawing it that was#I did figure out a bit on how he gets the modelling job too now but we'll see if I ever get to elaborate on it
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Digital Circus AMA Notes
Digital Circus is getting a season 1 at some point!!!!
#webcore aesthetic board for the series design
Pomni was going to be a frog originally. 🐸
90s toys Zooble inspo
Caine is an antagonist, but not by active choice, he doesn't know he's not helping. He doesn't feel a whole spectrum of human emotions (he's an AI).
"Caine canonically just lets things happen if he thinks it's funny."
Characters eat like Chao in Chao garden in Sonic. The characters can eat the food, but they can't digest it.
Jax's favorite food is spaghetti.
Pomni likes salmon.
Q "Was the ending a 'Last Supper' reference?" A "in a very superficial kinda way yeah." Religious stuff is sometimes just used for the funny.
Gooseworx tumblr sketches MAY or MAY NOT be canon to the series, so it's up in the air for every single one.
People can abstract from feeling too much pain if it breaks their mind from it being too much. Characters feel pain from things, but not as intensely as they would in real life.
Zooble is gonna swap parts every episode (implying they have spare parts) except their body & head.
Jax chose his own name & gooseworx likes to think he chose Gangle's name.
Ragatha was named "Emmy" originally.
They (the cast of characters trapped in the circus) can't change their clothes but Caine can. It's part of their skin sorta kinda.
There's empty space under Pomni's hat because video game model physics.
Spamton was partially inspo for Caine, Caine's VA did Spamton dubs.
Gangle only has 2 masks. Why's it (her hapiness mask) break all the time? Mental state, but the "real her" is "harder to break."
Kaumfo was gonna be part of the main cast originally before Jax.
Kaufmo's model has nothing below the waist at this time, but was made for that promotional image on twitter.
Q "What kinda person was Kaufmo?" A "He was the same as Ragatha in a sense, goofy & cheery, sometimes toxic levels of positivity."
I'm paraphrasing for the sake of note taking in real time, go watch the stream playback for more context & details if you want.
#these are all from GLITCHX 2023 on the glitch productions youtube channel btw#for anyone curious as to where I got the screenshots & details#theory crafters pop off with this#someone else can reblog this with time stamps if you want I'm pretty tired#I'm not going back through that stream right now; I'm sure someone else will put timestamps in the comments maybe#but yeah consider the amazing digital circus officially greenlit for a first season I guess! :D#tadc season 1 eventually baybeee!!#I'm hyped! I wonder if the pilot will remain canon into season 1 or if we'll get a new introduction into the series.#Wonder why Jax called Gangle... well Gangle 👀 maybe he just thought it sounded silly or something i'm curious as to what gooseworx thought#Caine's AI really thought Pomni running around looking for him & Kaufmo abstracted in his room was funny 😐 or his AI is glitchy#(we saw him glitching out already in the pilot) alternatively I think Bubble could be distracting Caine on purpose but idk just yet#imagine how much pain Ragatha was in since they can all actually feel that though like being body slammed & thrown against walls & stuff 😬#also excited to see some Gangle-centric content in the future based on that comment about the 'real her' 👀#Kaufmo would probably make jokes at really dark moments when it wasn't appropriate because that was a coping mechanism for him poor guy 😭#mine#op#the amazing digital circus#tadc
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My boss: "For our biweekly meetings, I want you to say at least one thing you've done from the 2 weeks prior that you're proud of."
Me:
#navybrat rambles#work work work#i have to say nice things about myself#why?#we'll call this widening the comfort zone#i guess#what do i say?#i'm proud that i made it#does that count?#are you reading my tags?#go drink some water#stay hydrated my friends
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a MCU/Percy Jackson crossover with Bucky Barnes as a demigod. Ik your already thinking, he's a soldier so Ares obviously but he's actually a child of Aphrodite. Reasoning: before the war and when he's healed he is dressed very well. He wasn't really into war. he's never really fighting for the fight, he's fighting for someone or because he has to. He was forced to be a soldier in both instances (drafted/brainwashed). Mcu Bucky doesn't give off Ares kid vibes. So Aphrodite kid.
#plus theirs this version of Aphrodite called Aphrodite Areia which is a war like Aphrodite and the idea of this Aphrodite kid#forcibly going from 🥰💋🕊 to 🌹⚔️💔. b#bucky barnes#marvel mcu#marvel cinimatic universe#now comic bucky is an ares kid he was rasied by the military LITTERLY that was kinda fed up but thats old comics for you#the winter soldier#i think he should be pissed about hydras logo not being a fukning hydra! thats an octopus🐙#hydras have multiple HEADS that grow back when they get cus off 🙄#mcu headcanons#marvel#mcu bucky barnes#captain america#steve rogers#the avengers#captain america the winter soldier#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#also any of the aus with the Avengers being a demigods are so funny like imagine going from the battle of Manhattan in like 09 then less#then five years later 2012 the battle of ny happens!#Demigod Avenger: YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHERE THE HELL IM FIGHTING THESE ALIENS!!!!!#Demigod: no idea#Demigod Avenger: BACK IN NEW FUCKING YORK!!!!! THIS GODS FORSAKEN CITY CANT CATCH A BRAKE!!!!#Demigod: 💀💀💀 but really do you need help?#Demigod Avenger: no im good. got my ambrosia and nector. its just trippy to not be fighting with you all this time.#Demigod: ok. call if you need us and we'll be there#Demigod Avenger: 🥰✌🥰#fanfic aus#alternate universe
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They called me goofy...
:'D
well i'm pretty sure they won't do it again!
> follow up of this
#i traced the swords from a render sorry! don't have time to spend going all out on a gag 😂#and just in case i've set a precedent here by doing art twice:#i probably won't be able to respond to more of these like this but i did this one as a warmup today!#they might also have been calling another one (which i posted temporarily and deleted so you might not have seen) goofy#which was like this:#“what if morpho knight and the funny waddle dee were friends instead……. pwuldn’t that be so fucked up……………..”#but who can say! i guess we'll never know because it seems we won't hear from 'em again. rip. at least morpho sword is fast.#you know what. i'll tag it so i can find it later:#morpho#morpho knight#my sketches#asks
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Just so everyone knows: I posted two years ago that I'd moved, and was memorizing the plastic recycling #s this region based on which division captains those numbers corresponded to. Here to say that I legitimately still use this mnemonic whenever I'm deciding whether something is recyclable or not.
Ah yes, this is a Soi Fon plastic--recyclable! ♻️
#yamamoto soi fon and aizen plastics are recyclable!#fuck the other guys i guess#we'll call them the landfill divisions#no brain just bleach#this should be a#pumpkinposting#post but it somehow is not actually it's 8:30PM
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[Image ID: a digitally rendered design for a stained glass panel. It has a marbled pink border with streaked white corners and depicts a greyish shark swimming through teal water. End ID.]
Day 13 of Sharktober: Glass Shark
I thought a lot about what I could do for this prompt. The obvious would be a transparent shark or something, but I didn't think I could do that in a way that'd be particularly interesting. My mum is a stained glass artist, though, and so I thought that'd be a good direction to go in. I downloaded the free trial of the programme she uses to design windows for this and (with some troubleshooting help from her) put this together! She wants to build this with me so maybe sometime in the future I'll be posting this as a real glass panel, which would be very cool :D
#my art#sharks#sharktober#sharktober2024#idk what shark this is. it is benthic#stained glass#idk if we'd make it leaded glass or tiffany glass? I presume the former?#but i've never made leaded glass and it seems like much more work than tiffany so i guess we'll see. either way i hope we do build it!!#calling my MUM of all people for TECH SUPPORT was crazy but she was very helpful. so shout out to her for helping#i know ii skipped a load of days. I have a really cute idea for shark healer so maybe I'll still draw that one!
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