#partsing

[p-artsypants]

A comic about an occurrence I had at my parents house last weekend.

[sugar-sweet-shame]

Its enormale for daddies to chacek on thsoe partse of theire daueghters. Evene touch therm too. You can doe it too. Even if i squirm n cry.

[vladdocs]

A document dated April 28, 1460 in which joan Gereb, vice-governor of Transylvania from Vingarta, writes to Brasov and asks the councilors of Brasov to allow him to give them reliable news about the intentions of Vlad Draguli Tepes. Circumspecti viri amici nostri diligendi. Ex relatibus aliquorum nunc temporum hominibus aliqualiter percepimus, quomodo illustris princeps Wlad vaivoda Transalpinarum dominus cum crudelissimis inimicis crucis Christi Turcis partses illas ad desolandum properaret et intenderet, quod tamen alias in talibus vestris negotiis nos semper avizastis per vestros nuntios et literas pro nunc si sunt vera de vestra amicitia, cum tamen bene scitis promissionem between regnicolas magnifici domini Michaelis Szilagyi et cetera, ut dum quando tales novitates certitudinaliter ad quamcumque partem audiret de facto illas in subsidium unacum regnicolis intenderet, interim nos in persona sua hic usque adventum suum constituit. Igitur si sunt verae illae novitates nos quanto citius3) poteritis per homines vel literas vestras scire faciatis et nos sine crastinatione illas statim procurabimus et transimus. Secus non facturi. Datum in Wyngarth feria secunda proxima post festum beati Marci evangelistae, anno et cetera LXo. Johannes Gereb de Wyngarth et cetera. On the reverse: Circumspectis viris iudicibus et iuratis viribus civitatis Burcensis, viris in partibus illis existentibus amicis nostris diligendis. *In general, given the negative connotation associated with the name of Gereb in the letter of the governor, as well as the impressive volume of letters of this lord, including letters of this nature, for a more profound study of this subject, all letters of Gereb should be studied in detail, when, with whom and about what he corresponded. According to the letters of joan Gereb of Wyngart

[mindfroggery]

And yet another uncomfortable close-up of goblin face partses.... Teef!

December, 2018

[smoothshift]

Quick question for a non gear head. via /r/cars

Quick question for a non gear head.

Looking into a car an old friend is selling

2007 Suzuki Reno 4 cyl. 136,000 miles

they are selling it because the timing belt snapped while driving, they have purchased a new car and are selling the car for $300-$500. I am not into the concept of partsing out a car so i only want it if it runs, for my finances younger sister. the friend said a garage looked at it and says they have no clue if there is damage and said hey wouldn't know unless the belt is replaced. for whatever reason they are refusing to replace it before selling it.

is this worth the trouble for a potentially fucked engine?

[p-artsypants]

I had a professor in art college that said a right of passage for every artist was a pin up, since it's a masterclass in human anatomy. I had always wanted to do one, but I struggled with the balance between sexy and pornographic.

I decided to take a different approach. I wanted to make a celebration of femininity and female friendship. So I did Raven and Starfire having a slumber party and makeovers (you know it was Starfire's idea.)

Please don't tag as a ship.

[p-artsypants]

Continuing with the RobStar brain rot.

I like to draw in my Sketchbook when we play DnD and this was one of the sketches I did yesterday. Sometimes I take my sketches to paintings, sometimes they stay sketches. This one gets to see the light of the internet!

[p-artsypants]

Working on a comic...very slowly.

[p-artsypants]

Sometimes I can draw what’s in my mind perfectly. Today was not one off those days.

[p-artsypants]

hello!

for the drawing asks: perhaps an Astrid (HTTYD), an Alya (Miraculous) or an Anya (Spy x Family)?

thank you and have a nice day!

Thanks for the character suggestion! Astrid was very fun to do. Usually, when I do portraits, I more or less trace the positions and size of the features to make sure it's accurate. With the one, I only looked at the model (drawn on paper first, then brought into photoshop to paint.) It's not completely right, but close enough!

With my version, I drew that side first, from memory. Then I experimented with the colors. I kinda like it?

I have Alya and Anya drawn, I just have to paint them.

Send me a character for this challenge? (Please include fandom)

[p-artsypants]

Hallo, dis is Svetlanna. She's a drow, looking for love. Bard in the streets, monk in the sheets.

She's an accomplished cobbler, and loves a nice sturdy pair of boots (preferably with blades in the soles). Svetlanna is a simple girl. She enjoys genuine compliments, random acts of kindness, and occasional slow human suffering. She's not particularly a fan of the sunlight or dogs.

Despite her appearance, she's not easy. She won't lay down with just any man. He really has to romance her, and earn it. Her high charisma happens to lure them in anyways.

Her mother, a Priestess of Lolth, instilled very important family values into her, like finding a very strong and capable (preferably wealthy) husband from good stock and having beautiful babies with him. Once her children are off into the world, and her husband has served his purpose (or he's a short lived species like an Orc or human) she will tenderly flay, draw and quarter, or eviscerate him.

She's looking for a 7th Mr. Right. Interested?

[p-artsypants]

From Chapter 2 of Edge of the Sky

“Can I help you?” A young woman interrupted his thoughts. 

He glanced at her, surprised by her sudden appearance. She was a teenager, and had skin like snow and pitch black hair. Unlike the queen, however, her eyes were a glowing blue. She wore a pink dress and leggings, and looked less formal than the king and queen. 

“Uh maybe? I’m Hiccup, son of Jarl Stoick.” He held out his hand. 

She gasped a little at that, and grasped his hand. “You’re Young Master Hiccup?! You don’t look like…you’re younger than I thought.” 

“I get that a lot.” 

“Here, let me take this…” she grabbed one of the bags. “I’m Ma—“ but before she finished her sentence, the bag slipped from her hands and hit the ground, then popped open on impact, sending clothes sprawling everywhere. “Madly clumsy. I’m so clumsy!” 

Hiccup laughed. “Hey, no harm done. I could show you all the scars I’ve gotten from my own clumsiness.” He stooped and helped her pick up all the scattered clothes. “But really, what is your name? My father didn’t mention it. You’re High King Tom’s daughter, right?” 

“Yes. I’m Marinette. Please excuse me for being so nervous. You’re the son of my Jarl, er my old Jarl. Girls back home in Helgen talked about you a lot.” 

He perked up a bit at that. “They did, did they?” 

“They described you as seven feet tall and built like a tree, and how dreamy you must be.” 

“Well…they got one thing right at least.” 

[p-artsypants]

Farther on my commission! It’s supposed to be a series of window displays for a home goods store. I think this one is done, but I’m throwing it up here for critique. 

[p-artsypants]

Two more 3D renders for my commission. I have one more to do, and then I’m going to paint them. 

Overall, I’m pretty happy with the designs! 

What would you add?

[p-artsypants]

This comic was the new idea. 

[p-artsypants]

First page of my comic is done!

This is the story of Bart. Three years ago, he woke up underground with no memory, and half of his body transformed into a horrible monster. The only clue he had about his background was a child’s drawing in his possession of a man, woman, and child, with the message ‘I love you Bart�� scrawled on top. He wandered alone for a few years, hiding at the edge of society and just surviving. Recently, he joined up with a team of adventurers and became cured of his affliction. With his new freedom, life begins a new, and he can begin to find out where he came from.

Cut forward to present day. He and his companions return to a city the party had recently saved. Uldencroft, as dark and dreary as it seems, may hold the key to his past.