#the amount of lore references

[whiteboardartstudios]

I SAID I WAS GOING TO DRAW THAT CAR SO HERE WE ARE (I hope you enjoy this is the stupidest thing I've drawn in months /affectionate)

(I put the image descriptions in the Alt text this time because there's so many images. If it doesn't work please tell me and I'll yeet them in the actual post!!)

happy finale of Wild Life everybody! :D

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

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" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.

[thegreatyin]

i went digging for a bit and stumbled across the echoes for uncle archibald's legacy- it's an old (dated 2012) fallen london story that was only available to One Person as a reward for backing the original silver tree kickstarter, and it doesn't really have much beyond a few tidbits of seeing veils' perspective via red honey dreams. i think the most notable thing about it is that it was the original source for veils being the vake, way back before BaL was finished and that was all made very evident and very publicly accessible.

anyway. i say all of this because there is one (1) echo from this story that i'm mildly obsessed with:

divorce real.

[sugary-spider]

I HAVE TOY HOUSE. and one day I will. Learn how to use it spread lore of my ocs and the au they originate in just need everyone to get SUPER cool about the snakoylates really quick...

Also about the other organization I created & them being called the parasitknights which are like the snakoylates rivals :3

[libbys-braincell-loss]

I love you silly non plot related smg4 videos they could never make me hate you

[scourgiez]

I like it when people use Fabio as references to draw Elliott. You’re using the source material

[nishihii]

rennala marika toxic yuri i cant get you out of my head

[bluevelvetea]

Welcome to Hagi's Barbershop AU everyone! We're starting off strong with some more Koumei Cat! Thanks for the help with coming up with ideas @kebuyo @kuschelkissen and a special thanks to @bastionbibi for encouraging me to draw more Koumei cat 🥰✨

[samadhifired]

Since LMK has a bit of a futuristic style, it wouldn't be that big of a surprise if the show takes place in "semi-near" future. Several decades from now, but less than a centry.

Like... somewhere around 2092.

Meaning DBK would have gotten imprisoned under the mountain in 1592.

You know

The year the JttW (the book) was first published

[demonic-lair]

did this because i thought it would look cool af but soon brain started to crave more and i tried to read something to give also a reasonable explanation to this headcanon.

Thanking Rak'ne for being the model for this idea (I had it while doodling her).

I base most of my yautja patterns and shapes off birds, sea animals, reptiles, so I thought: why not give them a nictitating membrane as well?

Their basic function is, of course, to keep the yautja eyes generally clean, moist and protect them, while being able to mantain visibility.

However, since yautja evolved in different ways, influenced by the area they live in or their hunting techniques, this membrane tend to change its specific purpose depending on the alien.

For example:

Water related yautja ( Like Hu'nri'a and Ha'rcar that come from a sea clan, and Rak'ne comes from the Naghe-tih clan, a swamp clan) have a thin, clear membrane, that allow them to see well underwater while also having their eyes protected by it.

For Desert yautja, like D'unar-i, the membrane can be compared to another of their leather eyelids: D'unar-i to deal with sandstorms and debris, if he loose or breaks his mask, it's hard to see without it, so this extra protection is darker (alwas see through) and thicker.

While helping to see despite the sunlight, it prevents the eyes from drying dangerously because of the harsh temperatures and winds.

Of course there can be some cons: While Ha'rcar can have a good sight with salt water, his membrane is not suitable for river and lake waters, his sight would be too blurred if he used his membrane.

Vice-versa, Rak'ne membrane is too sensible for the sea water and she would need to constantly wear her mask to hunt in those places; but with rivers and lakes, she has crystal clear vision.

While D'unar-i wouldn't be able to see anything at all, his membrane too dark and dense to allow to have a clear vision underwater.

His membrane is like a pair of sunglasses after all.

[hamsamwich23]

Sorry Riley. Being the sister of the goddess of judgment does not give you a free pass when you're the one experimenting on your child

[morally-earl-gray]

fun fact: my pinterest and my tumblr currently have the exact same number of followers

[nny11writes]

Saren is a bad stepdad

So I was reminded of a ME fic I'd been heavily researching right as that hyperfixation wore out (where the SA followed US military protocol so there are civilian contractors and Liara is initially a CI) and while re-reading the plot outline I had I suddenly remembered my half finished fic, Saren is a bad stepdad, which I wrote back in 2015.

Me: Ha ha, I remember being proud of that, just never knew where to go, wonder if I still like it

(Hint: I'm technically posting it right now sooooo)

Conversation had died down and prayer had been said; thanks given to both the Goddess and the Spirits as food arrived. And with food came talk. Conversation seemed to flow easily further down the table from where she sat. Liara noted with some jealousy that Miala and Ylane were chatting animatedly. Liara loved to sit and listen to those two talk circles and spirals, laughing and debating the whole night away. Liara would swear she’d just taken a first bite of food and after meal drinks were suddenly served. Not so at her current spot at the far end of the table. While the acolytes, guards, servants, and everyone else seemed to exist in normal time Liara watched the clock almost go backwards in this corner.

To her direct left sat Saren, he seemed to be concentrating on his meal and ignoring Liara to the best of his abilities. One seat further down sat her mother, looking at the two of them with a deep seated exhaustion and mild disappointment.

“Saren, thank you for joining us tonight. How have you been?” Liara at least made an attempt.

“Thank you. I’ve been,” Saren paused for a half second, “well. And yourself?”

Liara nodded awkwardly, wishing that she could feign sickness and leave. “Well, thank you.”

Silence again.

Liara looked hopefully to her mother to join in their “conversation” and move them from this painful farce, and instead found her frown. Benezia purposefully made eye contact and then turned to speak with Shiala instead. In the corner of her eye she saw Saren twitch slightly.

Goddess help us both.

It wasn’t that Saren wasn’t a decent person, at least when he was with Liara or Benezia, but there had always been a…disconnect between him and Liara. She had always found him a little intimidating, even when he tried to appear jovial or harmless. He had always found her both too quiet and too conniving, even though Liara tried to not scheme when it came to a Spectre and tried to be more vocal. Overall the two had agreed that they just simply didn’t like one another, but would tolerate each other for Benezia.

Benezia did not want toleration amongst those she loved, she wanted unity.

A year back Liara and Saren had found themselves the first two guests to a party, and were quickly shuffled off to a room together to “enjoy themselves until the other guests arrive”. If “enjoy themselves” had been code for awkwardly avoiding the only other person in the room and then getting into a sniping contest, they had enjoyed themselves thoroughly. Liara was rather convinced that she had a more cordial relations with the Hanar who constantly petitioned against her Prothean digs. 

To put that again: Liara was rather sure she had a better relation with Who Will Protect and Serve, the Hanar that had chained itself across the entrance to one of her dig sites in protest than she did with Saren.

How do you do? Oh Really? Having fun doing things? Well I disapprove of your things. My things are better. I find you to be just barely within toleration. Perhaps we should talk with Benezia; she loves you for some reason.

That was the conversation between Liara and Saren. Every. Single. Time. And Benezia was finding it childish, drawn out, and exhausting. So here they were again, trying to connect on a level other than “Benezia loves you, so you must be ok somehow”.

Of course, part of the issue was that Saren couldn’t talk about his work as it was classified. He preferred to discuss turian culture and cared very little for other species. Liara was basically the same way but preferring to discuss asari life and protheans. They had once managed to discuss Citadel policy and the politics of space, which had gone well for maybe twenty minutes before they started to step on each other’s toes. Benezia had left the room in disgust as the two of them basically hissed back and forth “I can see what you are saying, and appreciate that it’s your opinion, but I think that…”

They had, once, been able to discuss art until Liara revealed her dislike of a certain statue and the haughtiness of its creator. One carved by Saren’s aunt apparently. Saren had tried to bring Liara in on his dislike of a certain servant at the T’Soni estate, who was in fact Liara’s favorite cousin. That had efficiently forced them to stop talking art and family.

Liara had got him talking about sky ball once until he insulted Marcella, and they quickly learned that they cheered for rival teams during the finals. Liara had sat in her jersey on one of the couch while Saren sat in his vest at the other in stony silence. Benezia sat between them asking questions about the game as she didn’t follow the sport at all.

Saren had taken them to the theatre once, a new play that was supposed to be popular with maidens. He surprised them with tickets at dinner beforehand and made the most earnest eye contact with Liara to date. The play was basically pornographic and Liara found it insulting instead of liberating or “putting a spotlight on life as a modern maiden”. Benezia had, luckily, been sitting between them shallowly melding with Liara to calm her down and let her vent while Saren laughed on cue.

Liara had read his biography and tried to show that she was interested in him as more than a spectre. Saren despised the writer and hated the book, and had tried to prevent its publication before work got in the way. He was highly perturbed that Liara had actually liked it. Benezia had quietly soothed him and let him vent afterwards from a room that Liara may have eavesdropped into.

Saren went with her to a tea house, failed to remember most of the steps, broke the tea set and ripped the cushions with his spurs. He then admitted that Benezia had tried to teach him to prevent all of this but that he had been distracted at the time. Liara managed to not cry by a slim margin as she begged forgiveness from the matron running the house.

On and on and on the attempts had gone, their best intentions failing miserably for the last seven years now and Benezia was struggling to find her asari patience when it came to peace and happiness in her own home. Of course, Saren’s admission that he hoped to father a child with Benezia had basically put his relationship with Liara onto very thin ice, which Liara only threw salt on when she admitted that she saw him as a passing comfort to her mother and that he would never be her father. She may have also thrown the last straw onto Benezia’s overburdened back with a cruel and snide comment about if that child would know Saren at all. 

Benezia was well and truly done with them. But Benezia had also been truly done with babying her child.

Liara had not fled her home, but the ice between them was thick and crushing. When Liara suggested she should move out and truly begin to live her maiden years out, Benezia had agreed. It turned out that where Benezia had been all shades of an independent and heady maiden, Liara was something of a shut-in and lonely to boot. Liara had chosen to attend Serrice University instead of interning at the local republica office, her decision to then pursue an M.S.Arch. and then a PhD, followed up by her gallivanting about at dig sites instead of assisting her mother, taking to politics, or taking to the temple. Nothing quite like the feeling of disappointing one’s own mother to get the guilt going, which of course made Liara feel somehow more responsible for her current predicament. So Liara had made the attempt to reconnect with both her mother and Saren. She wanted to make Benezia proud.

Pushing halfheartedly at a few pieces of lettuce around her plate, Liara tried not to stare as Saren pushed a drinking tube deep into his mouth. She had begun to regret trying to make amends both with Saren and her mother; this was becoming more painful and awkward the longer it was forced. Apologies were now the times they spent the longest speaking to one another, and even if heartfelt, the words were starting to lose their meaning through repetition alone. 

A hopeful glance at the clock showed it had been five minutes since the dinner started. Piares, if we were ever friends, guide me now.

Liara cleared her throat. “So, I was recently honored with a trip into turian space for my research. Oma Ker was a beautiful planet, and its inhabitants were dedicated. Have you ever travelled there?”

I am passing you the drinking dish, please, please take it.

Saren seemed thoughtful for a moment before responding. “No, I…I can’t say I’ve been there before. Did you make any important findings?”

Liara, mouth full with vegetables, nodded vigorously and tried to swallow it down to respond. “We found ancient artifacts, but not of prothean make. It seems that a species from perhaps before the prothean cycle had colonized the world. Absolutely fascinating!”

Saren’s whole body tensed up. “Ah yes, the ‘Prothean Cycle’.”

Ah, yes, one minute into a hopeful conversation already dashed by poor word choice.

“Simply the terminology I find fits, belief in the Cycle Theory is not required to see that what we found was not prothean and appeared to be much older in make.” Liara tried to hedge it. She did not need to lie to anyone about her theory and likewise others were free to believe in another one until she found solid evidence.

Saren looked ready to jump into this particularly old argument when he glanced in Benezia’s direction, clenched his jaw, and ground out in monotone, “As you say.”

Goddess take him and his superiority! Not even a prothean expert, not even a prothean hobbyist! Yet somehow, somehow he managed to sound twice as smug as her jeering peers and senior researchers. The nerve he had—and he asked about it! Liara looked right at her mother, who was still speaking with Shiala, pleading with her eyes. See that I have tried and he has thrown detritus at my feet! 

As you say. Ha!

Liara, instead of voicing any thoughts on the matter, returned to her meal and tried not to glare a hole through it. Saren used his physiology as an excuse, taking a few extra seconds to perfectly place the drinking tube so nothing would spill outside his teeth and mandibles. There was apparently a spot on the ceiling that he particularly disliked as he glared and drank. 

One course finished, the next was brought out; a variety of smoked and pickled meats with broth to dip in. Skewers were provided to Asari and a finger bowl for Saren. Liara noted with suspicion that the clearly marked dextro meats were placed so that Saren would turn to face her as he chose meat, and her levo meats were placed so Liara would turn to face him. It wasn’t even clever, but Liara again made an effort.

Turning in her seat so that she faced Saren at least part way she began again, “It’s been awhile since we actually got to sit down and talk. Has anything of note happened recently, that you can share of course.”

Saren’s smile could have lit a forest on fire, Liara tried to not shrink back at it. “Yes, although it is not polite dinner conversation. What I can say is that I travelled into Batarian space as part of the assignment. I was able to spend some time on Aratoht, a nice planet for all intents and purposes. The food was wonderful and they had one of their throat singers perform for us. Have you heard Batarian throat singers before Liara?”

She, in fact, had. Liara had been an unfortunate target of her roommate’s psychological conditioning experiment. Every morning at exactly 4:22 she would play the Htkix, an ancient Batarian throat chant. Liara would wake in panic. Liara had figured it was hazing and didn’t want to look like a spoiled child so she put up with it. Soon enough Liara found herself naturally waking at around 4:15 in the morning with her pillow already protectively wrapped around her head. Her roommate had quietly recorded her findings to present to her class. Liara still associated that style of singing with pain, and the pure embarrassment of being used to make a humorous experiment.

“No, although I have heard that they are…unique. Similar to the Asari Scream Songs in the way they can make you feel. What did you think?” Liara tried to casually lie even as she tried to not clench her jaw or rub at her head.

“Unique is a good word, they were perfect for the distraction I needed and added a little something to that mission.” He seemed almost lost in happy thoughts. “Anyways, it was an interesting diversion to a new world for me.”

The third course was served while Saren smiled both viciously and dreamily at the opposite wall, and Liara tried to not think about what Saren had done. Decorative flaky rolls defied gravity in a mountain while baked fish and rhikksha arrived on a bed of greens. Saren was served bugat, which Liara found distasteful considering their slogan. Then again she supposed it fit the man who ate it rather well.

As if she could sense her thoughts, Benezia glared briefly in Liara’s direction.

This was going to be a very, very long night.

[darcyolsson]

there is about a 0.00001% chance of anyone knowing what i'm talking about i think but does anyone else remember being on facebook in 2016-2019 and joining all of those facebook groups with incredibly specific names and strangely loaded entry questions which then all subsequently imploded and disappeared around the same time like one big fever dream

[doodlingwren]

It's 2024 can we please stop saying it's normal to trace or copying an entire drawing and pretending it's 100% your work? Just bc you changed the character or added clothes on a base you found on pinterest it doesn't mean you created original art

Edit: I need to specifying some things, or somebody might misinterpret this post in the future.

Tracing and copying are more than okay to use if you need to exercise or study stuff! Copying might be a bit better because you're actually training your eye and hand on how to make shapes and volumes. My best advice is, if you trace something, keep it for yourself and don't post it online (if you do, ask the original artist if they're okay with it)

Always use references, especially for anatomy stuff! It's not a cheat! Poses are complicated, and there are a lot of photographers posting pose packs FOR FREE TO USE! Or even artists drawing them :)

Remember to read the TERMS OF SERVICE when using a photo/ base you've found online: some people want credits, others are fine without them! But you have to check to know, and please be respectful

YCH (your character here) are NOT free to use bases; please know that. They are artwork from other artist showcasing a type of commission they are doing. And neither are WIPs

do NOT trust stuff you find on Pinterest. A great part of the artworks over there have been uploaded 1) without the artist consent and often 2) with a misleading use. Already happened to find other artist artworks or sketches being given out as "bases".

This post came from the fact some of the images used and traced were actually anatomy studies made by a very famous artist who requested for them not to be traced over (or if used like that, to give credits were it's due).

For the actual bases, they can be found on Twitter, and credits are required as well.

For that one traced artwork. It's actually a work in progress made by an artist, and I suppose it was uploaded on Pinterest, so some people might think of it as a base? Although it has on it "WIP" and the original artist name (if you've been drawing. You know exactly what those 2 things mean). The other things that bothered me it's while for the other there has been an attempt, this one it's traced 1 to 1. Didn't bother to change the character face at all. That's what makes me mad. Taking all the credits for something that you didn't do. That's just being lazy and not giving a fuck about art. Also they traced other artist's illustrations as well with their OCs so. I guess it's not just fandom art 😂

On a side note, this is something that I've seen happen quite a lot. And especially if you're doing commissions for a living, a trace accusation can destoy your carreer. Therefore, I won't tell this person a name or make a callout post. I did block them and moved on, and this was a vent post I had to do for myself.

[bloos-bloo]

I have a headcanon that Q!BBH has religious trauma, it makes sense lmaoo with him being a fallen angel and all-

Here’s without the words

I didn’t feel like shading it right- sooo take this like a doodle