A sneak peek at a few of the illustrations for my new gothic horror novel DEEPHAVEN.
You can reserve your copy now at your bookseller of choice!
"I'm gonna work for this company when I graduate! :D" to "im calling HR and getting the fuck out" pipeline
HAROLD BENGEN
Two foals and cows in the pasture, 1921.
Oil on cardboard
Ketterer and Kunst
I’ve been getting this weird almost tensing feeling in my back recently on and off and I don’t know from what. Hold on actually let me check something
man what the fuck
Forgot that we had a deep tissue massage gun and thought my partner was offering to hunt me for sport to cheer me up last night.
I have some commission slots open again!!
All of the relevant info such as my TOS, process, and further examples can be found in this document here!
But for convenience's sake, here's a quick price breakdown + some examples!
Prices:
Sketches: £10-£20 ($12.50 - $25.00 )
Character illustrations with no/minimal background: £30- £60 ($37.50 - $75.00)
Illustrations with background: £70-£120 ($87.50 - $150.00)
reference sheets: £50 - £150 ($62.50 - $187.50)
Go ahead and shoot me a DM if you're interested :> Asks vanish once I answer them you see, so this can make organisation rather difficult.
I finally got around to posting no.4 of the portraits I had the pleasure of doing for the wonderful Jorden and crew! It was fun making the doodle style tattoos for this character!~
Helen Stratton (1867-1961) “The lily of life : a fairy tale” The Stag, 1913
Source: terriwindling.com
remakesihavetoremake-deactivate
I know everybodys talking about the article but its this tweet itself that makes me lose my shit
loismacgiver
tinder link in bio.
anyewest
the replies:
*tapes scissors to my dick* why won’t anyone fuck me, edward scissordick?
I’m sobbing
Sorry I had to reblog this again because I found the article and I don’t think I’ve ever read something that screams “I grew up in the most privileged liberal cities in America” as this
"do you seriously think you're above the rules" the stupid ones yeah
if you want me to follow the rules you have to make sure they're not stupid. this isn't a difficult concept to grasp.
i hope all humans randomly develop bug exoskeletons in the following year so tiktok skincare girlies can stop worrying about every single smallest line on their faces and just focus on how shiny and strong their chitinous armor is
It’s 2022 and i’m having Bleach meta thoughts. Ok. So. Bankai, in Bleach, ostensibly requires you to understand and connect with your sword on a profoundly deep level. Your sword is a manifestation of a part your soul, and especially your will, which we see stated explicitly during Urahara’s first little training montage, where he tells Ichigo that his blade is his will to cut, and if Ichigo’s will to cut can’t overcome and match his, his sword and his ass are gonna be toast every time. This is why things like intent and resolve matter more than technical skill when they’re whacking each other with their swords, and why Ichigo’s arc works at all - because it’s not JUST swords, it’s manifestations of their souls!
Furthermore, it actually makes sense that a qualification for Seireitei captaincy is achieving bankai - not just bc of the Wooo Big Powerssss thing, but bc it demonstrates that you’ve aligned yourself with your purpose and will. You have the drive to master yourself and the control to then aim that drive. So the sword becomes a physical representation of the concept of these qualities of leadership - someone who is dedicated in one direction and disciplined in themselves is generally gonna achieve what they go after much better than someone who isn’t. We see exactly this play out in Renji’s arc, with his dead on the nose two-ended CatDog zanpakutou - only when he loses his internal conflicts and indecision and aligns himself to one goal can he achieve bankai! So it’s a valid metric of qualification for leadership in bleach! This stupid fucking anime makes sense! God fucking damn it!
What about Kenpachi, you ask. Kenpachi is not an officer, he is a fucking siege weapon. They literally only have him as a captain because it’s better to have him inside pissing out than outside pissing in. And my god, that dude was pissing
the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired
there is literally no funnier way of annoying your friends than choosing the stupidest hill imaginable and then refusing to die anywhere else
The Least Intimidating bakery in the village has closed for good so now I’ve got to go to the Intimidating Bakery, it’s awful. If you don’t have a PhD in being French I don’t recommend going to that bakery, here’s the humiliating account of the 3 times I’ve visited it so far:
- the first time I went in there I pointed at one of those extra-skinny baguettes and said “a flute, please” feeling pretty sure of myself, and the baker said “… that’s a ficelle” (you idiot) (was implied) “a flute is twice as large as a baguette.”
- That’s insane, first of all, a flute is a skinny instrument. Call your fat baguette a bassoon, lady—I made some timid remark about how it would make more sense for a flute to be a skinny bread and the baker said, “In Paris it is. I thought you were from the South?”
- oh, that hurt
- I guess I’m from the part of the South that’s so close to Italy the bread’s waist size matters less than whether it’s got olives in it, but I left the bakery having an existential crisis over whether living in Paris had made me forget my roots
- the Least Intimidating Bakery just had normal baguettes vs. seedy baguettes vs. horny baguettes (easy mode, some have seeds, some have horns), while the new bakery has breads that are only different on a molecular level—there’s a good old loaf and then another, identical loaf called a bastard? google told me a bastard is “halfway between a baguette and a bread” but denouncing them like “those are not regulation-sized bastards” would get me banned from the bakery for life
- on my 2nd visit (while I stood in line discreetly googling baguette terminology) there was an English tourist who asked for a baguette while pointing at what was either a rustique or a sesame and I felt a bit worried for them, but the baker just clarified “this one?” to waive any responsibility if they found out later it wasn’t a classic baguette, then handed them the bread without educating them in a judgmental tone and I felt envious
- I know it’s because she thinks the English are beyond saving but still it made me want to come back with a fake moustache and an English accent so I wouldn’t be expected to play bakery on expert mode just because I’m French. I asked for a pastry this time and the baker asked “no bread with that?” which felt cruel, like she wanted me to sprinkle myself with ashes and admit out loud that my level of bread proficiency isn’t as advanced as I once believed it was
- The third time I went, I had lost all self-confidence and I hesitantly pointed at a bread and said “I’d like this, uh—what is it called?” and the baker looked at me in disbelief and said “That’s a baguette.”
- God.
- for the record, if that stupid bread had been flanked by a skinny bread (ficelle) and a fat one (flute) then yeah of course I would have known to call it a baguette, but in the absence of reference points I now felt lost and scared of being called a Parisian again
- it’s hard to express the depth of my suffering so I’ll just let the facts speak for themselves: this morning a French person (me) stood in a French bakery in France surrounded by French people and pointed at a baguette and said “what is this called”
HUH?
ive come to the conclusion that apparently i put this into my own calendar. couldnt tell you what the fuck it means. yearly on june 13th. The Shrathening.