#mastering the cut

[tirkdi]

Even on his days off, Dr. Morozova had been a presence at the hospital; there were only a few days he was completely absent once his mother was discharged. By the time he returned to work, Alina was no longer his intern — her year with him had finished while he was taking care of his mother. She was now officially interning with Dr. Bergen.

Alina was learning a lot from Dr. Bergen, but it wasn't the same. She missed working with Dr. Morozova for fourteen hours a day. She missed the way he looked at her when she'd done something particularly well. She missed him.

He would often observe her surgeries, and she watched him work whenever she had the chance. Occasionally he'd glance up to the observation room while she was there. It was hard to tell with the mask on, but she could have sworn that, once or twice, she saw him smile.

(truly just his pov during any of his scenes with alina, what he thinks of her etc)

Ooo I did not expect Mastering the Cut to make an appearance in this meme! Ok, exciting.

Broadly speaking, this fic explores three themes from canon but twists them a little bit. The first is, most obviously, Alina's confidence. When she struggles in the Little Palace, Aleksander is completely hands off (it's to his advantage) – in Mastering the Cut, he is actively engaging her. This «is because of theme number two – this fic is also looking at what it would be like if he actually did want an equal: if he met someone who he felt had the same potential he did and he wanted to see that potential pushed as far as it could go. And there is, of course, the third difference – in canon he blames Alina for Baghra's death; here, he credits her with saving her life. Remember how in canon her death pushed him off the deep end? Here, Alina saving his mom's life pushes him over the edge in the other direction: realizing he doesn't just ardently admire and respect Alina, but that there's something more there, too.

Ok, so with that, let's go --

Even on his days off, Dr. Morozova had been a presence at the hospital; there were only a few days he was completely absent once his mother was discharged. In any iteration of Aleksander, he is a workaholic. I will not be accepting disagreements at this time. By the time he returned to work, Alina was no longer his intern — her year with him had finished while he was taking care of his mother. She was now officially interning with Dr. Bergen. My deepest apologies to anyone who knows anything about how the American medical education system works. This is not that, this is a system that is narratively convenient.

Alina was learning a lot from Dr. Bergen, but it wasn't the same. She missed working with Dr. Morozova for fourteen hours a day. She missed the way he looked at her when she'd done something particularly well. She missed him. She sure did.

He would often observe her surgeries, and she watched him work whenever she had the chance. It's a normal thing for both of them to do! Definitely totally normal behavior to be obsessive about observing one person in particular. Occasionally he'd glance up to the observation room while she was there. It was hard to tell with the mask on, but she could have sworn that, once or twice, she saw him smile. Alina thinks she has been playing it cool this whole time, but Alina's version of playing it cool is not a normal person's version of playing it cool by any stretch.

[waywardstation]

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[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[egophiliac]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN here's some seasonal guys! 🎃

[yasmeensh]

A Master Study featuring Zelda II: The Adventure of Link. In which Link hangs out with the two Zeldas post-game (Who do you think became the Queen of Hyrule?)

This was a difficult piece, but I'm happy with it!

Based on 'The Chess Players' by Jacques-Clément Wagrez (1902)

Information on inspiration and process under the cut!

Original piece: "The Chess Players" by Jacques-Clément Wagrez (1846-1908).

The moment I saw this artwork I immediately thought of Zelda II. One of the women is wearing a medieval-esque red velvet dress, and she looks a lot like the design I made for the cursed princess Zelda!

I thought it would be very fitting to reimagine this artwork in a Zelda II context, so I went ahead with it! doubles as a master study and LoZ fanart.

I learnt a LOT from making this piece! Since I worked on it digitally, I got and made brushes that acted as close to traditional brushes, and I also worked on the entire piece in one layer. So whenever I made a mistake, I'd have to paint over. No return. But it was a big learning experience! Learnt more about rendering silk and velvet by observing how they are painted and blended in the original.

Here are some WIP shots! It took a long time to get to where it is now xD It was difficult to finally pen down the right proportions and placement. I probably should've done a grid copy, but I opted to just eyeing it out all the way through. It was... hard. (lesson learnt?)

I read that in a lot of older pieces, they are made in greyscale, then flat colours are overlaid on top. makes rendering much easier. and it truly has! I probably should’ve rendered the greyscale version even more. Since there were still a lot of mistakes that I had to rework and adjust while colouring.

Very fruitful experience overall, and I’m just happy to make a grand-scale Zelda II artwork xD I’ve never seen one so I made it!!!

[kbsd]

bucky egan // "free" by florence + the machine

the feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it i'm on fire, but i'm trying not to show it

[torisprlng]

THE ACOLYTE | 1.08: EPISODE 8

[2500ji]

many such instances

[grubbin22]

b&w au where everything is the same but emmet has a rocket launcher

[stars-n-spice]

Happy Father's Day!

To all the space daddies of the galaxy 🩵💫

Seriously, Star Wars can't keep getting away with this trope.

[tirkdi]

“Um,” she said, finally tired of looking anywhere but at him and hoping he’d say something. “Am I in trouble?”

“Do you know what I read this morning?”

“The newspaper?” she guessed.

“Your file.” He leaned forwarded, rested his forearms on the desk. “You graduated first in your class. From the best medical school in the country.”

She blinked, unsure of where he was going but pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it. “I already knew that?” she asked, her nervousness forcing her snark into a question.

Dr. Morozova sneered. “There it is again.”

“There what is?”

“That appalling lack of confidence. I grilled you for three hours yesterday. Based on your tone alone, I would have said you had no idea what you were talking about – yet you answered every question I asked perfectly. You don’t seem to know what it is you know, let alone have the ego to slice into someone else.”

Her anger at being insulted finally eclipsed her anxiety. “I figured if I ever needed extra ego, there would be no shortage of surgeons to borrow it from. And here I am, paired up with you, giving me a convenient lifetime supply.”

He leaned forward even further, nearly in her face despite the desk between them. “I have the ego,” he said, voice tense but even, “because I’m the best at what I do. If I second-guessed myself all the time, I couldn’t be.”

Her brain generated a number of responses to that, but she bit her tongue, not trusting herself to not make a bad situation worse.

“You could be an excellent surgeon if you believed in yourself.”

“Just because I don’t think I’m the best doesn’t mean I don’t believe in –”

“You don’t,” he interrupted. Then he leaned back in his chair, picked up a file of case notes and began leafing through them, dismissing her. “I hope you’ll decide to one day, though. Preferably soon.”

ohhhhh my goodness I let this get lost in my inbox! but here we are now, so let's do this! (from the director's cut meme) This is from the first chapter of Mastering the Cut.

“Um,” she said, finally tired of looking anywhere but at him and hoping he’d say something. “Am I in trouble?” Honestly, I love an awkward Alina. I had a lot of fun with extremely awkward Alina in this fic.

“Do you know what I read this morning?”

“The newspaper?” she guessed. Also, she's funny.

“Your file.” He leaned forwarded, rested his forearms on the desk. “You graduated first in your class. From the best medical school in the country.”

She blinked, unsure of where he was going but pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it. “I already knew that?” she asked, her nervousness forcing her snark into a question.

Dr. Morozova sneered. “There it is again.” This fic takes a few themes from canon and changes them a bit — one of the big ones being Alina’s confidence that is keeping her back. In the books, this is because of Mal; in this fic, it's a much more internal reason, and it's Aleksander, rather than Baghra, who needles her about it.

“There what is?”

“That appalling lack of confidence. I grilled you for three hours yesterday. Based on your tone alone, I would have said you had no idea what you were talking about – yet you answered every question I asked perfectly. You don’t seem to know what it is you know, let alone have the ego to slice into someone else.” One does not need to be a doctor (and I am not) to be aware that surgeons are infamous for having significant egos. I heard a story about when a med student kept insisting (incorrectly) that the professor was wrong and the TA just shook his head, looked at the person next to him, and said, "Future surgeon." I have really run with that idea for Aleksander, here.

Her anger at being insulted finally eclipsed her anxiety. “I figured if I ever needed extra ego, there would be no shortage of surgeons to borrow it from. And here I am, paired up with you, giving me a convenient lifetime supply.” It was striking to me the first time I read the books at how quickly Alina gets mad at things. And gets really snarky when she does, at people she should probably not snark to.

He leaned forward even further, nearly in her face despite the desk between them. “I have the ego,” he said, voice tense but even, “because I’m the best at what I do. If I second-guessed myself all the time, I couldn’t be.” Insert meme of guy sitting behind the table drinking coffee with a sign that says "this is what book!Darkling would say if he were challenged the same way, change my mind"

Her brain generated a number of responses to that, but she bit her tongue, not trusting herself to not make a bad situation worse.

“You could be an excellent surgeon if you believed in yourself.”

“Just because I don’t think I’m the best doesn’t mean I don’t believe in –”

“You don’t,” he interrupted. It's fun when he knows more about her than she does. Then he leaned back in his chair, picked up a file of case notes and began leafing through them, dismissing her. “I hope you’ll decide to one day, though. Preferably soon.” This is the second big change in this fic from canon: that Aleksander wants an actual equal — he is not jealous or possessive of his station, he is frustrated that everyone around him is not as good as he is.

There's one more twist on canon that we see later on in this fic: instead of Alina being responsible (in his eyes, at least) for his mother's death, Alina ends up saving her life. Remember how crazy he went after Baghra died? It was fun to imagine how the reverse would affect him.

[mithrandirl]

An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Men comes crashing down. But it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!

@lotr20 day 7: free day - 20th anniversary of The Return of the King

[emacrow]

Danny wasn't the first to be contaminated with ectoplasm. Jazz was.

Thus contant angst and some gore. Viewer be advised.

Born and raised as a fenton without miraculously being effected by ecto while Jack and Maddie wear hazmut suits most the time up to her teen years would take a miracle.

Jazz knew she was effected by ectoplasm since she was a little girl, taking care of danny as a toddler and trying to make sure her brother doesn't eat the glowing green liquid in the freeze.

She didn't want him to get sick like she did... making sure the gadgets stay out of his line of sight.

He was innocent and too young to notice how ne-neglect her parents were being over their obsession of ghosts.

She was infected enough to see the tiny fading blobs flying around but never mentioned to her parents again after last time, and her parent stay in the basement for almost a week and half that time and missing Danny's birthday again.

Jazz was smart though, reading about psychology books far higher in intelligence then her age, and knew enough about the inventions that Jack made gave her an idea..

A terrible but brilliant idea to bring this family together, so danny could have the best childhood memories then hers..

She began sabotage some of their works to jam and malfunction, making some of their work papers as proof seem crazy to be denied so they actually spent time with her and danny as a Family and it was working well enough for years,....

Until the ghost portal work that day..

Then the ghosts coming out of it causing havoc which renew her parents obsession back from the very grave she has surely made they were buried...

Then finding her brother.. her sweet little brother had died and came back due to her sabotaging the portal with the turn on button being inside...

Something inside her crack a bit.

Helping him and distracting her parents was going well enough. Stealing the ecto shot to help her brother heal from the battles of facing the ghosts, red hunter, GIW and her parents. This was all her fault that she knew deep within..

Until Danny (her sweet little brother that she raise, care for, love)went missing during the middle of his sick day with no ghosts being out today when she decide to go get chicken soup from the store..

She should've seen it sooner when she came back and seen Danny's bed empty with spot mixed of ectoplasm and blood, dropping the chicken soup package from the store ..

Their parents loved them that she knew as she grabbed the fenton creep bat..

But she knew since she was a little girl..

Opening the basement door quietly, slowly and walking down the stairs without making a noise.

That they love their work more.

Her eyes burned with burning fierce firey green glow of pure rage and determination as she creep slowly aiming, as she swung the fenton creep hard on the back of Jack's head with a sickeningly crack, then next quickly hitting Maddie hard in the face as she knew they both won't listen to reason..

She know that would only buy her enough time consider Jack was a hard head, but maddie was out for good measurement. Taking the keys to the ecto shackles.

She know that if she were to cry, she will not stop crying if she did. Unshackling Danny's limbs, and pressing the off button on the ecto Ghost muzzle.

Checking to see if he lost any limbs or organs.. thankfully none yet...

"It's going to hurt, but we are leaving together.. ok danny?" She said with a watery tone looking into her brother's tear soaked red eyes, grabbing the ecto fishing string and a needle, giving Danny's a metal piece of material to bite on, onceshe pressed the freshly Y incision as she began to resew. Giving him a couple of Ecto-Dejecto to speed up the healing. (Pretending it was just a gash in her mind instead of seeing her brother's heart beating with a marble sized core buzzing leaking ectoplasmic mixed blood)

Once she sewed the wound up, rushing to put danny in the back of her car, getting the secretly duffle bags containing the things, New IDs, money, passports needed including a USB of the fenton portal and inventions blueprints in case anything happened(it did, it happen oh god..), rush back to the basment, press the button she had hidden in the lab to delete everything about all the information about the ghost portal and ghost files, the immediate lockdown everything including the portal in 5 minutes then self destruction meltdown minutes afterward.. afterall she did help made the lockdown, putting her own special password(She always make sure to had to backup plan to a backup plan..)

By the time she got to her car, and started driving at speed that would've gave her a police ticket, she didn't stop even when she saw the glowing ectoplasmic forced field emerged covering only the fenton house..

She didn't stop when she left the Amity Park border line.. She didn't stop when the loud ear piercing boom echoing.. she just drove to the only person in one place that would help her..

Her distant cousin twiced removed Edward Nashton whom live in Gotham.

[hephaestn]

Nate Mann as Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal Masters of the Air (2024) — Part Six

[egophiliac]

Did. Did you see Ortho's Broomquet preview? The fact that his broomquet is mostly white like Kalim's, Rook's and Silver's and that we know by now that Idia's ideal dreamworld involved OG!Ortho being still alive and a student at Royal Sword Academy is killing me. Twst is throwing hints left and right that OG!Ortho was meant to be a light magic user heroic character just to tug further at our heartstrings with his death and IT'S WORKING. I'M IN SHAMBLES.

as much as I am rolling around on the ground waiting for more of Silver and Sebek's Excellent Adventure, I am also SO desperate to see the resolution of Idia's dreamworld and, fingers crossed, more of dream!OG!Ortho. and I don't know how it would be physically possible, but I would LOVE the Orthos to actually meet somehow! bonus points if there's some kind of very confusing confrontation!

but I do really like the three-way contrast between OG!Ortho, what Idia thinks OG!Ortho would have been like, and humanoid!Ortho. especially since Ortho's post-episode 6 arc is all about becoming independent and his own person! I want to see more of it! and I can't really put it into words very well, but, like, I would LOVE this to be the resolution where Idia finally manages to come to terms with OG!Ortho's death -- man heard "niichan" once and immediately ran down a billion flights of stairs to throw himself into Metaphorical Hell, he needs something big like this.

(if the September schedule comes out and there's still no more main story, I am going to be DESPONDENT) (I mean I will be understanding because production takes time, no one should be subjected to crunch to meet arbitrary deadlines, a good product that takes longer >>> a rushed product that is out sooner) (but I shall also be despondent)

[kbsd]

"flying a b-17 is a lot like playing jazz" —rosie rosenthal, probably