May i ask what your brush settings are? Your hogwarts voltron is my shit
This is like my all round brush. For sketching, lineart and shading I just have some different blending and density for the brush’s. You can easily play around with it and find out what is comfortable for you C:
And this one is the one I use for the base shading mostly.
The first time Minkowski cries back on Earth, it is at a supermarket self-checkout. The voice sounded like Hera for a second. She doesn’t tell Eiffel this.
Eiffel can’t stand small spaces. They make him think too much about all those days in the shuttle, with only the voices in his head for company.
Minkowski hates looking at the stars. If she has to go out on clear nights, she keeps her eyes down on the pavement
Minkowski calls Eiffel Doug, which initially unnerves him. He continues to call her Commander. After a while, she stops correcting him.
Eiffel learns sign language. He dials Kate’s number but isn’t able to find the courage to speak to her. He writes letters to Anne that he never send
Minkowski finds Eiffel a therapist but refuses to go to one herself. She spends a lot of time insisting to Eiffel that she is fine
She keeps her own death certificate on the wall of her office
Eiffel can’t stop calling Siri Hera
He gets Hera’s name tattooed on his right wrist in binary code
Eiffel binges Netflix. He is keen to catch up on all the pop culture he’s missed, but he finds it difficult to watch anything set in space and films featuring artificial intelligence make him want to cry.
Minkowski dreams of alarm sirens and wakes up shouting “Hera? What’s going on?”
He buys endless wigs because his hair never properly grew back from all the cryo-freezing. None of them are in natural hair colours. He likes to carry several round with him and change them mid-conversation. Minkowski will look away for a second and suddenly his hair is blue, wasn’t it pink before?
Eiffel worries about his health all the time, but is freaked out by doctors and hospitals. He tries to go for a check-up, but the flashbacks of Hilbert are too much. He googles symptoms a lot, but WebMD isn’t very helpful on the subject of ‘Is there still a lethal retrovirus in my body?’
Minkowski starts writing musicals again. She talks to Eiffel about her ideas and he does his best not to laugh.
She had hoped that being back on earth would mean she devoted less of her energy to worrying about Douglas Eiffel. This is not the case. She checks up on him at least 6 times a day.
Eiffel sets his ringtone for calls and texts from Minkowski to a noise similar to the Comms buzzer on the Hephaestus
He calls Minkowski when he feels himself on the verge of a relapse. No matter where she is or what time it is, she will get to him as quickly as possible, give him a talking-to and take the bottle from his hand
He can’t get out of the habit of talking to himself. He starts a podcast that is basically just him ranting about films and television. It has 21 positive reviews on iTunes but 19 of those are secretly Minkowski with fake accounts
Together they burn their copies of Pryce and Carter and their Goddard Futuristics uniforms on a bonfire. It is Eiffel’s idea, but Minkowski is incredibly grateful that he suggested it.
Request: “Hello! If your requests are open, I’ve got one for you :) a newt x reader, and the reader is and has been struggling with depression and worries it will scare newt away but he reassures her that it won’t.”
Mornings are the worst. The sun rises, birds sing, crickets chirp, people get up and go about their day, the world spins the way it’s supposed to.
And you lie in bed staring at the wall, wishing you were anyone else.
The bedroom door creaks open to reveal Newt, a tray in his hand, that blessed boy already aware of your mood. “Hey, love. I brought you some breakfast.”
The soft sound of a radio crackling in the other room slowly weaves its way to you along with the smell of eggs and a slice of fresh cut blueberry bread.
You shove the comforter away from your face and rub your eyes, taking in a deep breath to convince yourself to smile. The corners of your lips may as well be lead, though, and you know even as you force a grin to your face that Newt can see through it.
He says nothing, just sets the tray on the nightstand.