Hi Cin! Not long ago i saw your post that you own a cintiq, and i wanna ask a question: in the future i want to own one to but some of my friends have doubt, they suspect that it will be slower than using a regular wacom, like it will have some kinda lag... So my question is: is it slower than a regular wacom without monitor in it and if yes, does it affect the progress greatly? (sorry is this is weirdly worded)
Well it depends on your computer graphic card, RAM space and overal running power I guess. If you use a computer that is like 10 years old and take forever just to open google chrome, then it may be slower, but if its relatively recent and powerful, you won’t have any issues! ( what takes a lot of space is Photoshop or other similar softwares)
BBC Children in Need clip with Doctor Who and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. I managed to cut it to just the scenes with the Doctor taking a call from Newt Scamander (Eddie Redmayne). It was a very funny scene, one that Peter himself said he was pleased to be asked to do. :)
Hey Cin! Got an art question for you because I didn't really know who else to ask ^^" I ordered a commission from someone and haven't heard from them in a while. Is it rude to send a quick check up message?
Not at all! If you stay respectful , it’s totally normal to ask for updates! Especially if its been a while.
Unless it’s been like…a day.
Communication is always key and help avoidmisunderstandings or assumptions. Maybe a delay happened with a previous commissions or health issues!
Hello There! I just wanted to thank everyone for their overwhelming response to my first little bit fun with Ahsoka and Tiny BB! Obi-Wan. (That is totally his name now and no one will convince me otherwise.) I am so, so humbled by all of the lovely comments and tags and reblogs you’ve given me and I cannot thank you all enough!
And now, we return to our previously scheduled Adventures of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan!
“I’m sorry. What did you say your name was?” she sputtered in shock.
If it was possible, the boy in front of her looked even more crestfallen than before, his blue eyes darting off to the side as he hunched his shoulders defensively and bowed his head. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Yes. Ahsoka decided she was losing her mind.
Or maybe this a dream? Or a Force vision? Yes! Let’s go with Force vision. But what is the Force trying to tell me?
And why did this tiny version of Master Obi-Wan look so terribly depressed?
“It’s nice to meet you, Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka finally said, returning his bow with one of her own. “Where were you headed in such a rush?”
Obi-Wan seemed startled at her kind words and looked up at her, his wide blue-grey eyes doing that squinting thing Master Obi-Wan’s did whenever Anakin was trying to pull a fast one over him. It was almost comical coming from a child half her age.
Comical and heartbreakingly familiar.
“I was on my way to saber practice with Master Drallig,” Obi-Wan sighed, apparently deciding that Ahsoka was to be trusted. “I’m afraid I shall be late now. Master Drallig will be most displeased with me.”
Saber practice? With Master Drallig? Then that meant…
This is the Temple. I’m in the Temple. On Coruscant. This is a vision of the past. Of Obi-Wan’s past.
But why was the Force showing her this?
“Why don’t I go with you and explain it to him?” Ahsoka offered, a smile on her face. “If it hadn’t been for me, I’m sure you would have been right on time, right?”
Obi-Wan bit his lip and looked off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back as he rocked on his heels. “Ah… well, to be perfectly honest, Master Ahsoka, I am already tardy for my instructions.”
“How late are you?” Ahsoka asked, incapable of believing that Obi-Wan Kenobi could be late to anything, let alone to a class on lightsaber instruction. Anakin, yes, but Obi-Wan? Never!
Obi-Wan frowned. “Class started fifteen minutes ago.”
“Fifteen minutes ago?” Ahsoka echoed, shocked. That did not sound like the Master Obi-Wan she knew. “Why are you already so late?”
And why do you still look so sad?
Pursing his lips, Obi-Wan managed to get out a pained but polite answer. “I was talking with Master Sinube and he can be a bit… loquacious. It would have been terribly rude of me to interrupt him! He is a very wise master and I… eh-hem. And now I am even more late, Master Ahsoka.”
Then Initiate Obi-Wan did the same thing that Master Obi-Wan did when it was clear he was done explaining himself: he pulled his hands from behind his back, set his chin, and nodded solemnly. When she had been younger it had been intimidating at first, then amusing and now, to see the origins of that little head nod on such a small boy, it was positively endearing.
“Well then at least let me go with you to explain my part in this whole mess,” Ahsoka smiled, a soft and affectionate laugh following her statement. “Where is the class being held?”
“In the Northern Solar Room,” Obi-Wan explained, marching forward and his head held high. “And thank you, Master Ahsoka, but you need not impugn your honor on my account. I, alone, am responsible for my actions. I chose to offend Master Drallig’s sense of punctuality and I should pay the price for it.”
Ahsoka shook her head, a feeling of warmth and affection for this tiny version of her master’s master suffusing the Force. “I think my honor can take the hit, Obi-Wan.”
Obi-Wan looked back at her, one eyebrow arched in skepticism. He gave her a long look with those clear blue-grey eyes before he came a conclusion and shook his head. “As you wish, Master Ahsoka.”
‘’kimsenin birbirine acımadığı, birinin ötekine yardım etmeyi aklından dahi geçirmediği soğuk ve umutsuz bir dünyada’’ yaşıyoruz. yalnızlıktan korktuğumuz ama sürekli yalnız kalmaya çalıştığımız, yalnızlığımızın yetmediği ve bitmediği bir çağdayız.
A birthday fic for @cinensis because he is awesome and deserving of good things on his great day. And I’m bringing together the best of both worlds!
It had been what some might call an astronomical anomaly: a strange combination of gravity fields and heavenly alignments and stray, confused energies, tangling and turning and taking entities that should have been in one place and moving them elsewhere. To a normal mortal living their day-to-day lives, it may not feel like anything was out of place, but for beings and guardians who exist within the realm of such an event, it was…a very bizarre day.
Bizarre, because at some point when the storm was at its apex, Genos the Sun God opened his eyes into inky darkness. Not the emptiness of space, but another kind of solitude, and it felt like an entire world was on top of him. Water. He was under a great ocean, at its very deepest. And…
At the sound of his name, he turned, and the shadows were broken by colorful lights, glowing and blinking. Between them, particles danced, suspended, and the creature with too-familiar eyes was coming towards him, floating through the water, fin swaying through the depths.
He approached him immediately, hands moving to touch his face, and Saitama flinched. He looked so different…at first he thought that he might pull away, but after a moment, he reached forward as well, touching the jewelry and tattoos around his eyes. His hands were webbed and even despite the slickness of scales he knew him. He would always know him. Is this really you?
“I think…I believe that I am Genos from another time. Another plane of existence, coexisting with the Genos of your space.”
Saitama just stared.
He nodded slowly, and then his mouth curved up in a way that must have been a smile. I’m not going to say that I get it, but…I’m always happy to see you.
Genos smiled too, softly running his finger along the glowing orb on Saitama’s forehead, smooth and warm. Saitama took his other hand as his eyes closed, bubbles escaping from the gills on his neck. A content sigh.
“I feel the same.”
“Dude, what happened to your legs?”
“I am an underwater research cyborg, Sensei. They help me to propel through the water for an extensive period of time, and they have been made to withstand great amounts of pressure, and…um…Sensei?”
Saitama had walked behind Genos and grabbed his ponytail, running it through his fingers. “Your hair is really long,” he mused.
Genos reached back to remove his hair tie, careful to keep it grasped in his hand. He still had no idea how exactly he had wound up on the moon, but he wasn’t about to try any tests as to when the gravity would affect him and when it would not. For now, he seemed to be able to sit on the large moonrock while Saitama wandered around him, inspecting him thoroughly.
“It’s different. I like it.”
As Saitama returned to stand in front of him, Genos touched his robes, fingering the beautiful, light fabric before finally resting his palms on his waist. He had always wondered what Saitama would look like, as a human, and now that he was here - well, a version of him anyway - it was interesting, but…his Saitama was perfect just the way he was.
When he glanced up, he realized that Saitama’s eyes were full of tears. “Sensei,” he said, gathering him close, rubbing his back gently. “Please forgive me. I know I may not appear as you are used to seeing me, but…”
“Shut up, idiot.” He still stroked Genos’s hair, drying his eyes against the strands. “I don’t care about that. I just don’t get to see you enough.”
Genos squeezed him tight. Some things seemed to be consistent no matter where he was.
“You were a fish, Saitama.”
“…what?! How could I be a fish? How the heck would that work?”
Genos…you glowed so bright. And you were warmer than anything I’ve ever felt.
“I can be warm too, Sensei…”
Together again, the universe was righted, and despite the strange circumstances of the day, the love shared by each remained the same, an unending spark in a sea of stars and worlds.
Bunny witch! I take a billion in progress snaps because I’m so wobbly with drawing traditionally and there’s always a 99.9% chance I will mess something up horribly and I need proof it was going well at some point, ahaha.