#the base is the broken base of a different sculpture

[atomic-freezer]

Housefire

[stranded-labyrinth]

it's very interesting for me to think about Will rejecting Hannibal in Digestivo

when Will awakes after the Muskrat Farm shenanigans, Hannibal sits beside him, his little book of equations on how to reverse time in front of him, and he asks "Do we talk about teacups, and time, and the rules of disorder?"

consider that for a moment. after having written out equations on how to reverse time, Hannibal asks to talk about teacups and disorder. he is asking to talk about the events of Mizumono, now that they finally have a peaceful moment to speak, now that time has passed.

and Will is not fucking interested.

think for a second about how Will tells Hannibal three years later that he knew Hannibal would keep running if he kept chasing him. Will expresses then, though he felt it back in Digestivo, that they would not know peace. their relationship would amount to what has already happened: Will keeps trying to go after him, whether it's to join him or catch him, and Hannibal keeps escaping. Will never gets to have him, not in any way. Will gets fleeting moments of Hannibal's presence before it's ripped from him again.

Hannibal fled to Italy and left Will behind via an injury that required a ton of recovery time. Hannibal sees him in the chapel, but still refuses to approach, leaving Will a clue in the form of the broken heart sculpture (R.I.P. Antony Dimmond you were so funny), another indicator of Hannibal's presence that Will has to follow. they're in the catacombs together, and Will expresses his forgiveness, only for Hannibal to leave again, requiring Will to pursue him.

at that point, Will knew the pattern. based on his conversations with the imaginary Abigail, he knew Hannibal missed him, but he still felt like he was being toyed with. he knew that those things are not mutually exclusive. with Hannibal, it very well could be both. and in Will's mind, it would continue to be both.

by the time Will wakes in his own bed in Digestivo, he's tried relentlessly to patch up what happened in Mizumono. he followed the clues given to him, he openly expressed his forgiveness, and finally he'd had enough and decided that maybe the only way Hannibal knows forgiveness is through a blade. even that had almost gotten him killed. and afterwards, he was almost killed a second time, entirely because Hannibal decided to mess with a very powerful man in a way that furthered his own entertainment instead of killing him himself, and he'd dragged Will into the depths of the Verger family bullshit with him.

so when Hannibal then has the audacity to ask to discuss what's happened between them, Will refuses to allow him the closure. Hannibal denied him any, and he was denied in return. even steven.

Will knew then that if he and Hannibal had anything more to do with each other's lives, what they'd already gotten would be all they'd get. because in his mind, from what he had seen, Hannibal's care for him did not outweigh everything else.

Will tells him specifically that he doesn't have Hannibal's appetite. he's not talking about where the meat comes from. there are things Hannibal doesn't tire of that Will very much does, and things that Hannibal finds necessary that Will does not. (i could also go into the nature of their levels of patience and the differences in how they express anger, Hannibal's being steaming and snarling and Will's being cold and distant, but that's a whole thing)

Will hadn't expected it to hurt Hannibal as much as it did. he hadn't expected the man who seemed to value his freedom above Will's life to turn himself in. it clicked then, but he couldn't say it yet. not until three years later.

"You turned yourself in. But you'd only do that if I'd rejected you."

[msnogood]

Carved Pet Rock (Rock Spirit)

A low maintenance pet I’ve always wanted. A stone sentry spirit to have around my houseplants guarding them from my brown thumb. Maybe I will remember to water my plants more with it around quietly judging.

Inspired by a combination the rock from Over the Garden Wall, Kodama tree spirits from Princess Mononoke, and ancient stone sculptures in nature like Orcus’ mouth in Gardens of Bomarzo.

Things you need: a rock, rotary tool, diamond rotary bit, water.

1) Pick the perfect rock. Sedimentary rock is the kind I picked. It came broken in half so it is likely softer than granite or milky quartz.

2) Draw your pet face on the rock with an oil based marker like Sharpie.

3) Wet the rock, and try to keep the working surface wet throughout.

4) Pick the right size diamond bit for your eyes.

5) Start slowly drilling on the lines of the eyes. You can opt to not have pupils. In that case you will need a bigger size bit.

6) Drill the mouth with a bigger size bit.

7) Optional, let your pet bless your new pet.

8) Clean the crevasses with moist paper towels.

9) Your new pet rock is born. Place it with your houseplants or in your garden, or enjoy it as home decor.

Tips:

Different rock type will vary in hardness. You may need to test a few to see which drills best.

If you have long hair, tie it up before you start.

If you are working over a sink, avoid scratching the sink with the rock or the diamond bit.

Water helps cooling the bit as it drills and keeping air particles down, but it’s best to wear an N95 mask.

Make sure the bit is straight and not bent.

Try to keep the bit at the same angle perpendicular to the vertical axis of the rock.

Go slow and light. Once there is a groove it is less likely your rotary tool will jump off track.

[omaano]

Other than the obvious, what is a work in your WIP folder that will contain Rex? Got any fun Rex things to share with me? I'm predictable. LOOK. I love my boy getting attention.

There is one that I desperately want to both show off and also whine a lot about, but I can't because we have missed the promo period for that project and now you all will have to both wait and cheer me and @insertmeaningfulusername on to finish our pieces for the Clone Bang to see it (I'm gonna be so fucking proud when it is finally done!) TT^TT

And I also have a lot of other works that are connected to that big bang project and they are adorable and I want to show those off too but but but... This little overwhelmed Anakin is from one of these connecting projects, and probably that is all that I can rightfully show off right now, but Rex in that one is gonna be so good, I'm telling you!

I've got a LOT of (like, 3? which counts for a lot in my case, honestly) MaulRex plans (I'm running an agenda here) which will make me dust off my old AO3 account because I surely won't be able to post those drawings here even with a mature label lol.

There is cowboy Rex and Cody in the pile I shared in a previous answer; I signed up for a rexobi bingo but I don't have anything tangible for that one yet; but but but! there is also one that is permanently on the backburner in my brain from the "aaaaangst" labelled wip (see below)

Which gets redrawn basically every time I open it up, but the concept is based on Michelangelo's Pieta which is one of my all time favourite sculptures, I love it sooo much, it's so beautiful! but with Fives and Rex (because hey hello that arc had completely destroyed me, I haven't been alright ever since I watched it) with various helmets strewn around on the groun and the looming large forms/statues of armed clone troopers in the background as if they were pillars in a cathedral or something.

I have a very clear idea of what I would like it to be, which is a problem because that does not match my skill level and visual library, so I'll have to adjust to that, but it would be so very cool if I could figure out the adjusted pose (because armor makes things bend and twist differently even on a dead-limp body, and would you believe it clone body types do not match a scrawny Christ and his mother lol). Plus I'm undecided whether I only want Echo included as a broken helmet at their feet, or if I want him in there leaning against Rex's knee and hanging on to Fives' hand for the extra kick of it.

This is my big project I dream about finishing aside from that changeling AU and octo!MaulRex drawing.

Thanks for asking! (and letting me ramble on) <3

List of WIPS for the WIP GAME

[twistedtummies2]

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE! To celebrate in unusual fashion, I present a couple of ref pics for the last of my major Night Raven College OCs, at least for now. I have mentioned him time and time again, but never actually shown him off. Everyone…meet Grit Gravelle. Just like with Theodore and Maelstrom, this art was made by @twisted-brainrot. This was part of a trade that we arranged almost a year ago now; it was more than worth the wait. <3 Grit is based on the Nome King from the movie “Return to Oz” (who is, in turn, somewhat loosely based on the character of the same name from the original Oz books). Like many of my OCs, he is not all he seems at first glance: what you see before you is Grit’s human form. Grit is a half-human, half-Nome hybrid; Nomes, in this universe, are essentially rock monsters - Earth beings who dwell in caves under the ground, and are made of moving stone. They are also absolutely gigantic in size, and consider humans to be a natural form of prey. Grit’s father is a nobleman in the Nome Kingdom, and his mother is a human; the details of how they met and reproduced are sketchy, but as a result, Grit’s true form is a half-human, half-rock monster of gigantic proportions; able to swallow people whole in a single bite, if he chooses.

The word “duplicitous” best suits Grit’s personality. When you first meet him, he’s usually actually quite pleasant. He’s polite, amiable, helpful, and has a sort of impish charm at times; he seems like a pretty nice guy. All of this, however, is a total sham: underneath that seemingly benevolent exterior, Grit has a heart made of stone (perhaps literally). He is sadistic, sneaky, manipulative, and treacherous. He legitimately enjoys causing pain for others who cross him. You can’t trust him as far as you can throw him, and that’s not likely to be very far. However, he isn’t COMPLETELY evil, no more than any of the others at NRC: much of Grit’s cold-blooded untrustworthiness comes from the fact that he, himself, has a difficult time trusting others. More specifically, Grit has a hard time trusting humans and other surface-dwellers.

When Grit was a boy, he always harbored a sort of contempt and distrust for surface-dwelling people. He was envious of them, in some ways, and repulsed by them in others. However, he has always deeply cared for his human mother, Emma. His mother is blind, and Grit is very, VERY protective of her. He sees her as the finest human in the universe, and the only human to whom he shows REAL respect and affection.

Grit’s Unique Magic is called “Ornamentation.” This power allows him to transform any living creature - plant or animal - into a small sculpture; an ornament. The spell can only be broken either by Grit’s direct choice, or by someone placing their hand upon the ornament and speaking the person’s name.

A few fun facts to note: Grit’s stomach actually glows, and this glow is visible through his skin. Inside his belly, his stomach juices have a naturally fluorescent orange hue, almost resembling lava, and his stomach muscles are colored black, with glowing red veins and arteries creating zig-zagging patterns, almost resembling fissures in cooling molten rock. However, his mouth and part of the way down the throat resemble a normal human maw and gullet (minus his sharp, fang-like teeth). Also, I decided to make Grit a big muscular beefcake because…well…it made him different from all my other OCs, really. I had several who were sort of slender and curvaceous, and a couple who were different degrees of plump and chubby, so I thought making him have “rock hard abs” would not only be fun for the sake of silly wordplay, but help to make him different from the rest of the cast. TB was kind enough to draw Grit not only in his “casual” outfit, but also topless, so you can get a nice look at those muscles, and the glow from his belly.

[lazarusphenomenon]

festus + piper

i was asked to make this public / rebloggable.

Piper couldn’t blame them. The dragon was huge. It glistened in the morning sun like a living penny sculpture —different shades of copper and bronze—a sixty-foot-long serpent with steel talons and drill-bit teeth and glowing ruby eyes. It had bat-shaped wings twice its length that unfurled like metallic sails, making a sound like coins cascading out of a slot machine every time they flapped. “It’s beautiful,” Piper muttered. The other demigods stared at her like she was insane.

tlh pg. 140

Piper couldn’t breathe. Poor Leo. The idea of never seeing him again almost destroyed her. Khione must’ve seen it in her face. “Alas, my dear Piper!” She smiled in triumph. “But it is for the best. Leo could not be tolerated, even as an ice statue…not after he insulted me. The fool refused to rule at my side! And his power over fire…” She shook her head. “He could not be allowed to reach the House of Hades. I’m afraid Lord Clytius likes fire even less than I do.” Piper gripped her dagger. Fire, she thought. Thanks for reminding me, you witch. She scanned the deck. How to make fire? A box of Greek fire vials was secured by the forward ballista, but that was too far away. Even if she made it without getting frozen, Greek fire would burn everything, including the ship and all her friends. There had to be another way. Her eyes strayed to the prow. Oh. Festus the figurehead could blow some serious flames. Unfortunately, Leo had switched him off. Piper had no idea how to reactivate him. She would never have time to figure out the right controls at the ship’s console. She had vague memories of Leo tinkering around inside the dragon’s bronze skull, mumbling about a control disk; but even if Piper could make it to the prow, she would have no idea what she was doing. Still, some instinct told her Festus was her best chance, if only she could figure out how to convince her captors to let her get close enough…

hoh pg. 272

“You remember our dragon?” Piper asked. Khione scoffed. “This cannot be your secret. The dragon is broken. Its fire is gone.” “Well, yes…” Piper stroked the dragon’s snout. She didn’t have Leo’s power to make gears turn or circuits spark. She couldn’t sense anything about the workings of a machine. All she could do was speak her heart and tell the dragon what he most wanted to hear. “But Festus is more than a machine. He’s a living creature.”

hoh pg. 278

Before the goddess could go after the sphere, Piper cried, “Our secret weapon, Khione! We’re not just a bunch of demigods. We’re a team. Just like Festus isn’t only a collection of parts. He’s alive. He’s my friend. And when his friends are in trouble, especially Leo, he can wake up on his own.” She willed all her confidence into her voice—all her love for the metal dragon and everything he’d done for them. The rational part of her knew this was hopeless. How could you start a machine with emotions? But Aphrodite wasn’t rational. She ruled through emotions. She was the oldest and most primordial of the Olympians, born from the blood of Ouranos churning in the sea. Her power was more ancient than that of Hephaestus, or Athena, or even Zeus. For a terrible moment, nothing happened. Khione glared at her. The Boreads began to come out of their daze, looking disappointed. “Never mind our plan,” Khione snarled. “Kill her!” As the Boreads raised their swords, the dragon’s metal skin grew warm under Piper’s hand. She dove out of the way, tackling the snow goddess, as Festus turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees and blasted the Boreads, vaporizing them on the spot. For some reason, Zethes’s sword was spared. It clunked to the deck, still steaming. Piper scrambled to her feet. She spotted the sphere of winds at the base of the foremast. She ran for it, but before she could get close, Khione materialized in front of her in a swirl of frost. Her skin glowed bright enough to cause snow blindness. “You miserable girl,” she hissed. “You think you can defeat me—a goddess?” At Piper’s back, Festus roared and blew steam, but Piper knew he couldn’t breathe fire again without hitting her too.

hoh pgs. 279-280

Fortunately, Festus had been listening. He faced front and blew a plume of fire. The ship’s engine clattered and hummed. It sounded like a massive bike with a busted chain—but they lurched forward. Slowly, the Argo II headed toward the shore. “Good dragon.” Piper patted Festus’s neck. The dragon’s ruby eyes glinted as if he was pleased with himself. “He seems different since you woke him,” Jason said. “More…alive.” “The way he should be.” Piper smiled. “I guess once in a while we all need a wake-up call from somebody who loves us.”

hoh pg. 358

“Coach!” she said. “It didn’t happen like that at all. I couldn’t have done anything without Festus.” Leo raised his eyebrows. “But Festus was deactivated.” “Um, about that,” Piper said. “I sort of woke him up.” Piper explained her version of events—how she’d rebooted the metal dragon with charmspeak. Leo tapped his fingers on the table, like some of his old energy was coming back. “Shouldn’t be possible,” he murmured. “Unless the upgrades let him respond to voice commands. But if he’s permanently activated, that means the navigation system and the crystal…”

hoh pg. 361

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@partiallypearl

[honey-minded-hivemind]

The results are in for Fusion!Reader's components' colors, and they are:

Sapphire!Reader is a blue sapphire, and Pearl!Reader is a peach pearl!

I think that's kinda perfect, in a way. Cool and warm, cold and hot, ice and fire mixing together to form the perfect temperature and tones. Now, as for shades of their gem color, I'm thinking something like this:

Sapphire!Reader is a velvet-like blue, a swathe of navy and royal, whereas Pearl!Reader is a pale golden peach color, something between pink and orange, not quite one or the other...

(Warning: Mentions of abuse, torture, and possible death/rewrite of characters)

Sapphire!Reader would definitely have a poofy dress at first, with a symbol belonging to a Diamond (for this au, I'm making Logan a Diamond), Black Diamond's symbol, to be exact. Pearl!Reader would be the personal Pearl to Orange Diamond (Victor). Both Sapphire!Reader and Pearl!Reader are broken after being rejected by the two Diamonds, as well as the other pearls and sapphires, not to mention the personal entourage of their Diamonds, and then the entire courts... It's one of the reasons they decided to go where Homeworld hadn't dug their claws in, a little planet far away in a galaxy of untouched planets: Earth...

They (them?)... Their fusion has to pick a name, and what better name than something of immense beauty and perfect luster than... Nacre?

It's a new name, but they're a new gem, and experiencing the wonders of Earth, it's-

Breathtaking.

Inspiring.

Glorious...

This is what the Diamonds, what their courts, what every gem considered ugly? Saw as dirt beneath their feet? This planet is... it's beautiful.

And they're going to do what they can to keep it that way.

Making friends with humans and their civilizations (becoming a deity in some regions), having feasts and dances and lessons (accidentally starting a few cults), building ice sculptures and pressurizing sand into glass, using the particles to sculpt cities on the frozen coasts of tundras (built an entire city into a glacier, as well as making smaller villages on beaches around the different continents). Earth has so much to see! So much to do! And these odd creatures, these "humans", are the key. Are the answer.

Look at how they form families, choosing to love one another and raise new humans and share amongst their communities. The way they try to snuff out disputes, having councils and parliaments and courts, so everyone can have a voice. The food they make, evolving over each century, each eon, new culinary masterpieces and herbs and-! (Earth I Steven Universe might not have had? as many wars or fighting or civil disputes? Plus the contents were a bit weird. And they didn't exactly have, certain states? and countries? So I'm going off of that).

Yet as the decades, centuries, eons pass, they never change. Yet the humans do. They live for barely a blink of an eye in a gem's eye/s, and... It adds a whole new meaning to caring about others. Of showing you love and admire them. Because they won't be there forever, and where they go after their bodies pass, the gems can't follow, can't see... Nacre (Fusion!Reader) does their best to take care of whatever humans they meet, paying visits to many, helping the descendants of some of their first friends on the planet, making new friends with others, helping out those who may need extra hands and future vision...

But all good things can come to an end.

It's only been awhile, about six thousand years... No gems had ever come to Earth... Nacre had lived in peace, always near beaches where they can watch the water, hear the wind and birds, smell the salt and spray. It's on one of those beaches they're poofed.

Waking up, Nacre is- gone. They aren't Nacre at the moment, they're back to Sapphire!Reader and Pearl!Reader, and they're trapped. It looks like a lab, possibly an entire base, and neither one of them can get out from the tube/chamber they're in. Until in walks... a gem?

A gem, one who stares at them with nothing but contempt. Hatred. Who informs them that as they are traitors to the Empire, to the Diamonds, they will not be missed, so are free to be used in their experiments. And so begins the worse decade of their long lives...

Electrical torture until they poof. Testing ice and magma on their gems. Using various gen tools on them, seeing which ones cause the most damage. And that cursed gem is always taking notes, always typing down whatever information they find, muttering about survival rates and organics and how soon they can get off this forsaken rock... One day, it seems they've finally found a final test. One that leaves both Sapphire!Reader and Pearl!Reader scared.

"I've tested everything I could think of on you two clods of mud. From how long you can last until you poof, your withstanding to various elements, the size of your gems, how your light forms react to shards... But I've discovered an odd case- Where a gem can be inserted to an organic. Which makes me rather... curious, what would happen to you. My answers will be logged in and sent to my labs at Homeworld, where I can hopefully show it to the Diamonds one day. It's a shame, really... A Sapphire, running away with a Pearl? HAH! You served the Diamonds directly, yet not even their brilliant, pure light could burn out your disgusting flaws. Well... Perhaps, this will..."

In a flash of light, there's a rejuvenator, and just as fast-

They're gone, poofed into their gems.

And the mad scientist of a gem pulls up the needed formulas and organic matter they need to begin. Honestly, who would have thought one could bond a gem... to an organic vessel? It's almost pebble's play, using the humans bits of DNA to make a small host, nothing more than a small being fit to become a servant to the Homeworld Empire... They even made a gem/organic hybrid before this, kept locked in their private lab back on Homeworld, a creature that they tried giving powers to, forming an imperfect replication of a Diamond (they shudder to think of how blasphemous it was, to do such a thing. But a possible pawn, any new asset to the Empire, is too good to pass up... Even if it's an... imperfect being...)

Soon, after months of incubating the small squishy earthlings, they get to insert the gems of those two traitorous gems into them... And finally... it's done. Their work, their newest creations, done. With the rejuvenation of their gems, thst hopefully got rid of any residual flaws, while with the organic bodies, they're controllable and easy to discipline... If only they weren't so... loud. Why do small oragnics scream so much? The wailing? The need to be warm at all costs? Constant nutrients (because they'd die without it)? It's tedious...

Preparing to go home, they soon find a call from Homeworld, their manager having sent them a message, to call off the project, lest the Diamonds shatter them if they found out... And suddenly- it seems like another project scrapped. Wasted. This was a revelation! A scientific breakthrough! And they had to cancel it?! But... they don't want to scrap these two potential pawns...

"Yes, my Demantoid. Peridot 5XS signing out," they reply, and then they leave the two subjects near a human dwelling... That should suffice, the creatures feed the weaknesses of others. So, if they're lucky, the other earthlings will keep their two newest subjects alive... Hopefully the two will still be alive when they return... They're not done with them yet...

(Surprise, the other gem/human is Laura! Because what better way to introduce her, and have the X-Men and Brotherhood gems learn that fusions are gems, too, and are worthy of respect?)

(Sorry if it was a little intense, but... well, yeah, we now have gem/humans Sapphire!Reader and Pearl!Reader...)

[blizzardstarx]

Major villains of Creature School sketches are done!! (the ones that i remember at least, i forgot what villains are between the portal plot and shadow tribe cult plot) it goes from newest to oldest, Shruikan, Abaddon, Bear, and Scar!!

also i added knight (without his armor) next to Halfmask

@castiels-destiny

Shruikan is the leader of the Shadow Tribe

Abaddon was a villain in partially the Bear and Misty plot, Pontalo plot, then fully the portal plot

Bear was Misty’s adoptive father and was evil as shit lmfao and kidnaps all of them

Scar was the first villain, starting out as someone who shoves Misty off the roof. He’s a wolf with a long scar down his left eye, and has demon wings that are purple, with purple dark magic

these parts below are confusing as shit because we cane up with shit on the spot

he also tried to kill Misty and her family when she was young?? they used to be childhood friends??

he used to bully flame at a school before the original? well that aint canon

they get dorms and scar and flame share a dorm LMFAOOOO and then scar confronts flame because he thought she led her on or some shit

okay no more confusing stuff now

anyways dagger breaks the teachers mug lmao and then someone (i think flame) puts a forcefield around it, but i think she finds a way around it a while later

a factory that pollutes the air near the school is created (idk how that doesnt violate any laws) and creates trolls??? that killed Fang’s parents?? (he later (like in the 250s) finds his mother whos a silkwing (i forgot her name)

Scar makes a high pitched whistle that glitches Misty between forms and they all fight and stuff, and he summons up a purple lightning storm, and then Dagger KILLS HIM LMAO

well… his clone… he’s the cloning master?? flame has a vision of this stuff, how he rises from the ashes and comes back and summons his little demon clones 😭😭 their eyes are on the drawing

he corrupts flame and steals her powers and she, Misty, and Fang get a mark, Misty cuts out most of them (i forgot how she escaped), kicking him out

they fight again, Flame finally kills Scar, and she discovers her nightmare fire wolf form again, and the new school got destroyed LMAOO

they build a new school, and theres sculptures of the four :) i remembered this

then Bear’s pack comes lmfaoo and this post is too long 😭😭😭 only meant for one drawing

ALSO LMFAO rereading creature school i find that Dagger actually destroys the first school with her lightning after defeating Flame in Fighting Class

and then Misty moves to another school and all the shit happens

also flame/paradox literally brings a flamethrower to school to eat the fire

dagger has a bunch of powers and had a human form as a werecat, but she could turn into any kind of cat

i remember later in the rp dagger actually discovered shes a dragon??? and can change into any type of dragon (during the fight with scar after he gets kicked out of flames mind), she also finds out her real mother, Stinger, whos a HiveWing, a long while later

the range of mountains has a mountain called The Scarlet Pinnacle??

okay okay anyways i didnt know how to draw abaddon as the guardians of the portal’s designs were based off Melog of SPoP, but i wanted them to look different in this drawing

also heres an old drawing of the ogs i found while pouring through the pages of the rp!!

Flame is in her Griffin form here LMFAOOO it looks fucking weird

But yeahhh broken mug has transferred to the new poster <333

heres old drawing of Scar!!

[ashleyfableblack]

WOO-HOO! A final update on an amazing piece of art, In the artist's own words-

"I'm so excited, I've been working on them for over a year, I've moved with them like three times and it's just taken forever 😩 I thought they would never get out of the ugly phase for a minute there, but now they're here, they're queer and beautiful!"

Check out Morgan's gorgeous rendering of these lovely loving ladies vs my original ink n paper image.

So here they are 💜💚💜 My favourite couple of royal gals and the heart n soul of "The Eternal Courtship" series, Queens Twilight and Chrysalis Sparkle. A tender moment between the lovers reproduced in 3D by the fantastic "Sculptures by Morgan.

To gush over this wonderful piece for a few details I felt really stuck out and loyalty to source material-

In The Eternal Courtship, traditional, pre-Equestria pony customs for marriage vary between the tribes. A token is exchanged. Earthers wear a braid of their partners mane or trimmed fetlocks. Unicorns wear a enchanted trinket of precious metals. Pegasi wear a flight feather tied in their mane. Twi, being an Alicorn and a queen, Chryssi decided to do all three. She's an emotivore, incredibly ancient and EXTREMELY sentimental, so she tends to latch onto feelings and not let go. 😊💚👭

In the source image, the flowers and their colors represented the friends present at the wedding temple dias in the order they stood. The bronze\gold bells are Discord- the officiate, followed with Rarity, AJ, Dash, Chryssi, Twilight, Pinkie, Flutters, Starlight n Trixie.

It may seem a minor point but the pearl-white base.

Twilights idea for her reign is very different from the previous Equestria. Rather than focus on the ponies and teaching other races to think and value as they do, she plans to work with the other cultures of the lands, viewing their history, morés and worldviews as equal in worth, learning from each other. With her wife, The Diarchy plans to build a New Canterlot at the center of a Union of Allied Species, with the 3 tribes and True Changelings forming the backbone. To honor Celestia's original charter, the white light of her Equestria is the base of their crest, broken into the rainbow of light which is the varied species of the land.

Big Finish- They added LEDs. Sweet Lucy's Lady-bits. They added LEDs. 🌈💙💜💙🌈

This is just... *chefs kiss* 💋😁

SO glad to see this finally come together. 💚 If you want to snag a custom build of your own hit the sculptor up. "Sculptures by Morgan" on Facebook and Twitter.

Big love to all y'all out there. 👭💚💜💚👭

[a-mag-a-day]

This episode is an excellent example of the difference between the most prominent or visceral part of a statement, and what the statement-giver is actually afraid of. People tend to focus (very understandably!) on the image of the guy eating his computer, and file that under the Flesh or the End, but while the End (or perhaps the Corruption?) may very well have been Sergey's fear (if indeed he ever really existed), Tessa goes on at length about the nature of the mind, its integrity, and whether you can tell if you're going mad or not, and her experience starts with a chatbot (an elaborate fiction) based on an urban legend (another fiction), and leads to a video that only she can see. Even the circumstances of her coming to give her statement have a touch of the Spiral about them.

My one and only fancast for TMA in a visual medium is Chef Amaury Guichon (a.k.a. Chocolate Sculpture Guy) as Sergey Ushanka. Think about it! He could make his own prop computer! Sugar monitor glass... shoestring licorice wires... keys with lots of crunchy candy coating and a nice dribbly cherry cordial filling...

Yes definitely some of that red jelly for the bleeding from his mouth and almonds for his broken teeth :D

[charlybird]

What do you think would Bill's job be in modern times?

that's a tough question as it all depends on how Bill is viewed as a person. There's a lot of gaps in his lore that allow you to shape him in a few different ways. If we're talking about modern stuff my personal take is that I think Bill in a modern time would be a very different person. But he could also be very similar I just don't care for that option. I'm always on the AU of Bill being a better person, someone who doesn't hate himself and isn't made to feel like he's wrong or broken and therefore doesn't lash out all the time. Bill to me feels like he is a soft person who always had that stomped out of him. But I don't know him well enough to know what he could do for a job, or even what hobbies he'd like. So I'm just going to spit ball here. a thought is he might like crafting things? Woodwork or mechanics or something. Maybe sports like rugby (the brown oval shaped ball, I'm British) or baseball. Maybe he'd be into cooking? I feel like if Bill was allowed to just be a soft person he might be one of those people who sometimes suspires people with some of their interests. "wow I didn't think that you would like this" type of thing? I mean it's kind of based on gender stereotypes - very masculine men can't be even a little bit feminine or soft or whatever, which I think is something he suffered from in the game. So he could be a mechanic who loves good food or loves crafting little wood sculptures etc But there also a decent chance he'd work in a crappy retail job ahah. - Hating every minute, hating people, not wanting to do the work, can't wait to get home (or to the pub/bar) He might be someone who has a lot of dreams or ambitions but isn't very good at getting them. Not job related but he definitely lives with a couple of dogs aha also someone on Twitter did reply to my drawing of Bill surrounded by money saying "he needs to be a stripper" XD XD get that money, Bill

[pickerelstripe]

[CM] Pronoun Expansion

Bonefall recently revealed the “we” form of pronouns for base Clanmew, so I decided to update Claymew’s pronouns to match. I’ve been doing lots of translation work for plants recently so this was a nice easy detour.

Close family - prr, prrs, prrp, prrsk

Indirect family - mya, myas, myap, myask

Clanmate (close) - rrup, rrups, rrupup, rrusk Rrup runs into the issue of already ending in p, so its “we”s are unique! Rrupup repeats the end sound to clarify what form its in, while rrusk replaces the p with sk.

Clanmate (generic) - mao, maos, map, mask Map and mask have shortened over time from their original forms, maop and maosk.

Godly - shaf, shafs, shafp, shafsk Shafp and shafsk are exclusive to storytelling because using shaf for a normal cat is blasphemous. It only shows up in dialogue between gods (or if a particularly bold cat were pretending that two religious sculptures are chatting with each other). It should also be noted that, if these were pronouns for regular cats, they’d be shortened to shap and shask - this will never happen, though, because shortening shaf would be considered blasphemous as well.

Trusted non-Clan cat - mwao, mwaos, mwaop, mwaosk Unlike map/mask, mwaop and mwaosk remain in their original forms. This is due to the fact they’re not used very often - it’s rare to be referring to yourself and someone else as “trusted non-Clan cats”, rather than using closer pronouns. If they were in more frequent use they’d shorten to mwap and mwask.

Non-Clan cat - mwrr*, mwrrs*, mwrrp*, mwrrsk* Mwrrp* and mwrrsk* are very rare in Claymew, rarer even than mwaop/mwaosk. They’re so rare that I actually considered leaving them out entirely, buuut I decided to preserve them. They’d likely be seen in stories related to exile or broken relationships - a pair of cats emphasizing what they’ve lost by calling themselves mwrrp*, as opposed to closer pronouns. They are utter strangers to each other. 

Objects - yin, yins There’s no “we” for yin/yins because these are pronouns for non-cats. Objects, plants, and other animals don’t speak Claymew.

It should also be noted that, due to the relational nature of Claymew pronouns, “we” has a slightly different weight than in base Clanmew - it communicates the relationship between you and the cat you’re referring to, without referencing the pronoun of the cat you’re speaking to (in the case of exclusive we). Here’s some examples to explain:

Let’s say you and your brother are eating duck together - “rrawk prrpnomna”. Using the prrp pronoun here indicates your shared relationship as siblings. 

If you’re telling a Clanmate that you and your brother are eating together, you’d say “rrawk prrsknomna”. Your relationship to the other half of the inclusive we is considered more important than your relationship to the cat you’re actually speaking to, so you continue using prr (prrsk in this case, since you aren’t speaking to your brother).

As a final note, it can be assumed that rogues, loners, and kittypets have their own dialects that are related to but distinct from Claymew. Since ClayClan accepts other cats into their community, I’d like to explore loanwords and ways that these dialects have influenced each other... but that’s a topic for the future.

Speaking of the future, I’ve been exploring Claymew slang, so expect a post on that soon enough! That’ll be a fun one.

[realcatalina]

Bust of whom?

I recently watched this podcast from Harvart Art Museum. I believe it is nice that  they managed to atribute it finally to Pietro Torrigiano and prove it is 16th century original. However, I believe they are wrong in thinking it could be Mary Rose.

They went with Mr Mathews’ ‘reidentification’ of Sittow’s portrait as Mary Rose and with letter from 1510 where Margaret of Austria asked the sculptor to fix the bust of Mary Rose because the neck has broken-and this one is broken it that place. But plenty of Torrigiano’s bust could have broken in that place, because it is the bust’s weakest point.

But they are correct that there is some resemblence to this portrait:

That shape of mouth is very like Catherine of Aragon, and overall face in some aspects resembles her-but it isn’t her imo. Obviously the nose and eyes are different shape. Though nose tip is kind of similiar.

My conclusion? It’s probably Catherine of Aragon’s relative form Netherlands. Probably her niece. But which?!

Let’s be honest-in all portraits their lips are fuller than this. But not always the portraits can capture the features that well, due to unflatering angles etc, and sometimes the artist struggled to capture the features well. 

In portraits and in sculptures. 

Based upon nose you’d say it should be Mary of Austria, because she had nicest nose. But if the size of lips could be downplayed, so could be the nose.

Which means it could be any of the sisters.

The deal breaker here is the fashion. It’s c.1520(hence long after that letter):

But it has split front of the gown-which in netherlands was not fashionable since c.1505. Big contradiction right? Well, it’s logical actually, because this is probably not mainstream netherlandish fashion. 

It’s style of Isabella of Austria:

She as Queen of Denmark, Norway and Sweden, kept to netherlandish fashion to great degree.(While her sisters abandoned it for foreign styles.) But weather in Denmark is colded than in Netherlands and she was forced to adapt for it.

If you look back to the bust’s details-the gown is lined with fur, the kirtle is lined with fur, plus much thicker chemise/parlet(we can’t tell). 

I am not saying the bust is good likeness on her features, but you can see some of that resenblence in eyes and nose.

 Obviously the mourning headwear would lead you believe it could be Margaret, but since there is pretty good resemblence to Catherine, I doubt it. (Though of course due to them being related it is not 100% impossible.)

In 1519 twin boys of Isabella have died and her grandfather died also, so she would certainly have reason to go to mourning around 1520. Imo it is Isabella. 

Alternatively, it could be Margaret of Austria or Isabella’s sisters Eleanor or Mary (but after they have since abandoned netherlandish fashion) or their mother Juana of Castile not from life(in Netherlandish fashion of much later than start of her imprisoment) or not very good likeness of Catherine of Aragon herself. 

When  Charles V visited England in 1520, perhaps she could have worn netherlandish fashion and had bust made to comemorate the occasion. However-it’d have to be poor likeness in eyes and nose. Nose perhaps could change with health issues and age. Eyes-nope.

 And I have no explanation as to why she’d wear mourning headwear at the time. 

Unless she sent the bust to Charles V as gesture of defiance as Henry VII was preparing to meet French in Field Cloth of Gold-as sign of her not agreeing with being friendly to French and mourning such decision. 

We know she was strongly against French, but this would mean actively trying to sabotage the meeting.  Would that fit her character?  It’d certainly not fall into obedient wife cathegory. 

Tell me what you think. Bad likeness of Catherine of Aragon’s niece or bad likeness of Catherine herself?

[glitchy-creations]

Parthénos

12” x 4” x 6”

Birch wood, acrylic and wall paint, black ink pen, black alcohol markers, high gloss varnish, wood glue, flat head screws.

I did this piece for my sculpture class and I love how it turned out! We had to do either three small sculptures or two larger ones that played with the principals of art. I wanted to play with colour and repetition (there are definitely other principles at play as well), so I decided on simplifications/abstractions of landmarks!

This one is inspired by the Parthenon in Athens. Luckily I have a friend who’s studying to be an architect so she was able to share a few pdf’s with the general lay out of the temple. I wanted to try to emulate the feeling of the temple being worn down by time with the broken and fallen columns. I also wanted to do something different then just making it all white, so I got some nice paint from Home Depot and based the paint job off black figure pottery!

The columns are attached by drilling into the base and columns and then twisting the columns onto the screws. For strength I put a little bit of wood glue on the screw before hand.

[cljordan-imperium]

FIND THE WORD TAG

I was tagged by @aohendo

I'm tagging @autumnalwalker, @dogmomwrites @from-midnight-with-love

Your words are: excuse, tactic, bubble, verticle, ribbon

My words are: spare, safe, soft, sleep, and sift

SPARE

Phaedra looked between them for a moment, she could see that Thinius was agreeing with Dez, so she relaxed.  She was glad this had come up now and not later.  “Don’t mention this in front of Yael.  Gabriel has been brutal with her and she wouldn’t give you a second chance.  Once she gets to know you, then she’ll hear you out.  You have no idea what she’s been through.  I’m a bit more understanding of losing your temper.  I was spared his wrath.”  Before she’d even finished she could see both men clenching their jaws.  By having a better disposition, she had been spared from Gabriel, but she also hadn’t been a virgin when joining the legion, so he hadn’t seen her as a potential mate.  He had seen Yael as one, but she had been headstrong and stubborn, something he had completely broken in her.

SAFE

As she got a tour of all of the gardens and the different buildings, sculptures, and landscaping to be found there, Phaedra began to wonder if Yael would like it.  Maybe finding peace somewhere in Imperium where she was safe would help in her healing.  The gardens were quiet, even when they would be near other people.  Voices were kept at a good volume and there didn’t seem to be the screeching she had so often heard on Earth.  The fact that there also wouldn’t be phones and cameras everywhere would also be a relief.

SOFT

Another kiss was placed on her forehead then Adriel brought his forehead to hers and there was something in his eyes that made her feel that no matter what fights or disagreements that they had, it would end up okay.  “Spending the day together sounds great, but how about we stay down here for a while?  At least till we figure each other out a little more?” Anna gave him a small smile which was rewarded with one of his own and a very soft kiss.

SLEEP

“I just meant…” Phaedra couldn’t finish because she was laughing so hard.  With the way that all of the men seemed to be protective, she doubted any of the women were going to be alone much, even if it meant that some of the men would be sleeping on the couches that were in the bedrooms.  She had no doubt Deacon or Leandre would be for Yael, if not having to move another couch in so they both could.

SIFT (DO NOT HAVE IN ANY WIP)

Some background on Talon

Mother was Clotho. Father is Thinnius, although until a few years prior he believed it to be Abbadon. Before the creation of the world, Clotho became enamored with Abbadon. He was not interested in her, finding her tedious and annoying. Because she was a goddess of fate, she knew that his tapestry became joined to Abriella's eventually. Due to this, she considered the rejection to be based on the coming future. Jealousy spurned her and she set in motion the events that would lead to Abriella's soul being sold to Lucifer and many other events that would cause her suffering for many years. She also lied repeatedly to her twins, Talon and Talia until they believed that they could trust only each other and her. Talia's mind became fractured and jumbled, but Talon saw through some of her deceptions. Because of the mess she had made of many of the lines of fate, The Source ordered her extermination at the hands of Abbadon. This caused Talon and Talia to hate Abbadon and when he joined with Abriella, for them to at first see them as enemies. On the night of the confrontation, Dez (always the mouthy one) revealed the truth in his usual style, stunning them all. It was at that time, Talon began to heal the rift between himself and Abbadon, Thinnius and the Horsemen. Unfortunately the same cannot be said of his sister, which you will find more about later.

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

notes from three years ago

---> knowledge depends on being, and being is like existence - it has many different levels and categories

---> if knowledge outpaces being it becomes theoretical and abstract and inapplicable to life

---> only a theory with direct and immediate practice application is worth to be considered a working and confirmed theory

---> you can't practice without said theoretical foundation

---> you can't learn and develop without accumulating practical experience

---> I am wary of anything exclusively based in intuition and not with companions of study, learning, and understanding

---> conflict meant destruction growing up, and I never learned how to practice it well until I had children (cycle broken with my children who are encouraged to have a voice and even negotiated if they think something is wrong)

---> to develop harmoniously one must learn and practice simultaneously and consistently and feel safe to do so

---> you can't meet someone where they haven't met themselves. find a way to honor their steps as you'd wish they'd honor yours and respect where you are and they are. (no high ground?)

---> consciousness is awareness of internal existence and external existence

---> sentience is capacity to feel and experience sensations

---> when one is used as a supply source, any expression of agency is responded to with punishment. caretakers are not curious or creative about development of the source except in the way of making the source feel abandoned for feeling.

--->souls come to earth to balance and resolve certain matters, and we store much karma in our roots. souls often separate.

three poisons to love ignorance attachment aversion ---> right livelihood calls us to explore both the form and content of our work. practice producing work from a place of joy and affection and contribute to the wellbeing of others in the world.

---> respond the best you can in each moment and season in life and learn when disappointed with an outcome.

---> when we sense we are being unskillful or harmful in our attitude and actions, we receive this as an opportunity for spiritual growth and alleviation of suffering in ourselves and others.

---> where does my deepest hunger meet the world's deepest need?

---> one cannot remake self without suffering for they are both marble and sculpture

---> delight sneaks in. delight cannot be invited. delight only deals in spontaneous appearances. hug her with meaning when she chooses you.

---> the feeling of being desperate to prove your version of events and terrified of the lonely feeling of being dismissed in an unfair power struggle.

---> year of completion, an unraveling and letting go of the old to make space for the new. dramatic and tumultuous emotions. many states of losing my shit. culmination of all I've been working on for last nine years.

---> (jesus christ) perspective will be challenged with needing to see big picture while it's blurry or dark

---> my memories before my children are like choosing to light a torch and walk through a long hallway. somehow it's snowing and the echoes of words that are bleeding and scarred my once sleeping heart that is only protected by me. vengeful ghosts bounce off the stone walls and cobblestone floors but still I told the torch unafraid and accepting.

---> all of these events and all of these ghosts and all of the shards of stained glass... I have to make into something again.

---> I have allowed my doubts to plague me. I imagine everyone else arbiters of taste when I have not met many who could rival me for it.

---> all will be well despite the misfortune and disappointment. I must find promise in my own work. I believe I can trust you and have no interest in revealing identity.

---> freedom is the ability to feel truly safe

---> I want to build a forest temple. a place where I cultivate a loving and imperfect community who wish to express their true natures and trust the hearts and intentions of their neighbors. an environment where we measure the seasons by celebrating our collective milestones and the harvest of what we grow to thrive in our livelihood. (I forgot about this. I forgot so much.)