#paint nerds out

[dustykneed]

not a SINGLE day goes by where i don't think about that post with the photo of andrew's death grip on alex's waist. you know the one

(i have, regrettably, once again, lost the damn post. if anyone has any clue as to its whereabouts i would be much obliged if you could drop the link lol. but at the very least i had the presence of mind to download the photo so here yall go xDD:

[cupophrogs]

1. Dog day…why did you say when you saw your husbands picture “ he’s alive????” Did you think he was dead.

"The passage of time is worthless when you there's nothing you can count on, except pain. So I always assumed my past life, and everything in it, was already gone. Hope is a very fickle thing, down here."

(Based on this song)

[alpacacare-archive]

inside you there are two wolfs

[p4nishers]

random hc but. crowley being a plague doctor in the 16th/17th century bc he's supposedly "tempting people into death" but he can never, ever bring himself to actually do that so he ends up soothing their pain as best as he can and comforting them in their last moments. one night, after he held a little girl's hand as she passed away, he sits down at the banks of the river thames, with his plague mask discarded on the dirt, and he starts out over the water with tears in his eyes, wondering what the fuck is actually the point? it's not the first time he's asked himself the question nor the first plague he witnessed but, here, now after personally witnessing hundreds of deaths every day, he really wonders what actually is the point of him? why does he exist and why should he keep existing. why does he get to live when so many others don't? how is that fair? how is any of it fair? that's how aziraphale finds him, as he just got back from an assignment somewhere or other and hears crowley is in town, so he discreetly looks for him and finds him there, sitting in the dirt, now with his head in his hands, his shoulders silently shaking and is obviously immediately worried but doesn't know how to comfort him or what's allowed so he just sits beside crowley and watches him try to pull himself together. aziraphale's heart breaks, he put what happened together from the mask and the robes and he obviously knows about the bubonic plague but was convinced it was hell's doing and couldn't have even imagined crowley was out there everyday, helping people under the guise of hurting them. is he surprised? no, of course not but it still hurts to see crowley like this. but he's afraid to cross their unspoken rules so he quietly waits crowley out. he watches the water and doesn't dare look at crowley as he lifts his head and takes a few shaky breaths in. after a few minutes of breathing, crowley croaks out "her name was mary" and nothing else, and aziraphale understands, god he understands. it's one of the things they never speak about after it happens but aziraphale can't forget the night he sat with crowley for hours, till the sun came up, as he cried about a death of one little girl. he holds it close to his chest and never, ever forgets.

[cookinguptales]

also, the triumvirate is now complete

[nanasketchdump]

Me when I was a teenager first taking art: these 'art history' people are so pretentious, they're just old paintings they can't be that interesting

Me now when someone mentions art history:

[sweetcapncakeskissing]

dude im sorting through all the files on my chromebook right now and it's been SO LONG since i've looked at this. it's kind of peak. wow 🥹

[c28hunter]

My attempt at @/aroxarts DTIYS!

It exists! Yay

[themintman]

I just think he’s neat.

[explodingstarlight]

literal raphadoodle <3

he wanted moot doodles, he gotta moot (phone) doodle 😌

this risesona belongs to soggythomas over on twt :)

and a teensy bit of a close-up (the dimensions were p small anyway so-):

[rookshocksshack]

Since the Summer Solstice is the 21st this year, expect an adopt in celebration ☀️ ✨️ summer has been treating me well so far and ive got the inspo to draw it out 👀 (angelic/solar flare stuff)

Past (and sold) adopts as examples for your viewing pleasure~

[frogshunnedshadows]

Attempt at making yet another Alien Nostromo crew jacket, early 2024. Off-the-rack jacket. Cut an adhesive vinyl stencil but sloppily applied the paint and had to crudely cover-up a paint mistake. Have not made any progress since, but I do have some fabric lying around that might be useful if I were to proceed.

[nintendont2502]

I NEED to move out and get a whole room + tools to make cosplay shit with instead of the 50 square centimetres of carpet and basic ass sewing machine, scissors and glue im working with right now

[chiropteracupola]

From tgarnsl:

Wood-god, French vacation, tea? :3

the wood-god story, which I've discussed before a few times, has Alan Breck Stewart as some manner of shapeshifter, which allows for some advantage in his canon-typical narrow escapes and dashing deeds of derring-do, but also has unfortunate consequences considering he's a swordsman and adventurer who's still got all the weaknesses of the fey without any of the strengths.

“I’ll not cross the running water, even for you, man,” said he, drawing his greatcoat back around himself. “But Alan, I have seen you do so many a time!” “That’s another thing entirely! You’ve seen me take the cold iron in my hand, when you know well enough that it burns me to do it, and much the same I’ll take the ford or the bridge if there is no other way round. But to do it by choice — na, na, there is no chance of it!” And here Alan held out his right hand, his sword hand, and showed the raised white mark upon the palm where his own sword had scarred him time and again. “And as for yourself, Davie, I have seen that you are no liker of such a crossing,” he concluded, looking up at David with all the smug pleasure of one sure that he has had the last word in an argument.

french vacation I've also already previously brought up — here are Keith and Ewen taking some time to relax and recover in France after the events of the book, in a world where they're allowed the time to do so.

“If I am falling asleep on my feet, as you say I am, then I must say the same thing of you, for you have had no more rest than I.” Keith cracked one eye open and looked over to Ewen, who was sitting somewhat precariously in the nearest chair, with his head leaning on his folded hands. Ewen blinked wearily, then yawned, looking rather surprised at himself as he did so. He shook himself out — rather like a tired dog — and laid down on the bed, with his feet hanging off one end and his shoes still on. “There — does that please you?” He turned on his side, and Keith saw the earnestness that was in his face. “It is rather an odd thing to sleep in your shoes, but I will allow you that,” said Keith, an unexpected smile cutting its way across his face. Ewen laughed and kicked off his shoes, letting them lie where they fell, and crawled beneath the covers.

the tea au is one of the most recent entries to the foth wip pile — this one's the consequences of inadvertently blorbo-ing my recent classes on the history of the Japanese tea ceremony, and imagines moving the events of the heron book to the early part of the Tokugawa period. while I am in the early stages of fic-writing, I'm currently in a wretched soup of no one having a proper name, and so shall not post any of that, but instead shall discuss the other half of the project, which is ...a fourteen-piece foth-themed tea set.

ceramics study does weird things to a fellow. anyway here's ewen's wood-fire chawan.

[techmiranda]

What do you mean "A nerd with too many projects..?" 😶

[feminetomboy]

Oho a WIP???? ♥