fun with the new tumblr setting

Fandom Gothic
  • You are 187 chapters into this fic. You have been reading continually since you began. You must find out what happens next.
  • An unfinished fic ends on a cliffhanger. It hasn’t been updated since April 1832.
  • A new show has taken over Tumblr. You see the gif sets everywhere. Intrigued, you go looking. You cannot find the show. Five days later the posts disappear as if they never existed.
  • Your favorite author posts a new fanfic. It is a different fandom than the one you followed them for, but still one of yours. This keeps happening. You suspect the author may be stalking you.
  • The gifs of the new trailer come out before the new trailer does. People shush you when you question this. You cannot ask questions about the space-time continuum.
  • You find a new person to RP with. You send them a message and they respond two years later as if there was no time gap. It is possible that for them, there was no time gap.
  • This fanart looks nothing like the character. And yet. It looks exactly like the character.
  • A shipping war begins. You watch the body count climb higher and higher as it becomes more violent. Blood streams from your face and you clutch your weapon to your chest. Afterwords, the survivors sometimes stare with blank eyes and mutter “Harmony…. Harmony…”
  • That character is clearly a Slytherin. The rest of the fandom seems to think they are a Huffelpuff. There is something wrong.
  • There is a new coffee shop au for your ship. It is exactly like every other coffee shop au for your ship. It is exactly like every other coffee shop au for every ship. You begin to suspect there has always only ever been one coffee shop au.
  • You dare not say the true name of Binkydonk Cucumbershoots. Demon names have too much power.
  • The Supernatural fans have a gif for everything. They cannot be stopped by mortal means.
  • You begin reading a fic at four in the afternoon. When you next look up it is nearly dawn, and you don’t know what day it is.

2017

Hello, young atlas. What is your new year resolution?

* was thinking.. I’ve been using this Tumblr as my professional portfolio but figured out I may need more space for my casual, personal art. so I will make this one a bit more personal than now and set up a separate homepage for strictly only for professional presentations of my works. We’ll see soon.  

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Hey guys, look! Fancy animation duds! If you can even call it animation lol. Playing around with my new CS6, and figured to play around with it a bit for some effects. Been awhile since I made anything. Anyway, this is a contribution to my new tumblr theme, just in time for Valentine’s Day :3. And what better way than with Cupid!au :D. I really had fun in making this LIES, since trying to figure out the sizing to the gif wasn’t lol. Either way, hope you guys will check out my blog set up, thank you for being continuously supportive! I truly apologize for my constant hiatus. Also, Merida’s cupid design is credit to @arcanabreak ;)!

All the Stars In All the Skies

The first fanfiction I’ve written for the ACOTAR fandom, and certainly not the last. This is an ongoing drabble series in which I hope to include multiple pairings and characters with both AU and canon plots. You can also find this fic of the same name on AO3 where my username is the same as my tumblr name. I do take requests and prompts so feel free to ask, I have no particular preference for pairing or setting. This include non-canon pairings, I’ve recently seen an upsurge of pairings like Elain/Azriel and Nesta/Morrigan so if you ship those or other non-canon pairings I would be happy to write them for you, it’s always fun to stretch my writing muscles and try new things.

This first chapter I started kind of easy and did a little blurb of what it would have been like from Elain’s point of view to emerge from the cauldron and deal with the stress of the situation plus being made, plus discovering her new mate who she doesn’t even know. I always thought that given how big of a Feysand fan I am that I would have started with one of them, but Elain’s voice was just..kinda begging to be heard a little bit. She’s lowkey one of the characters I’m most interested in and I really hope we get to learn a bit more about her perspective in ACOWAR.  

Chapter 1: Made

The moment she tumbled out of the cauldron onto the cold floor of that accursed, bone-white castle, Elain knew she would never look at the world the same way again.

When she finally, finally drew her first made breath, after lying in a puddle of that abominable magic for what felt like an eternity, right away Elain could tell she was no longer human.

The air felt thicker, more alive, even in the dank castle chamber. Elain could feel, almost taste, the crackle of magic in the air, a portion of which, she realized solemnly, was now coming from her. She made to pick herself off the floor, and almost gasped at the sudden strength she felt in her new bones. She remained on her elbows, searching the room for something familiar to anchor herself. Her sister, where is my sister?

Ignoring the restraints of the gag in her mouth, Elain twisted around to see Feyre, whose face was stricken with mute horror in a way that Elain had never seen in all their years of hardship together. For the first time since their father had been beaten in front of her, Feyre looked helpless. Seeing her younger sister—her strong, resilient, clever sister—powerless to stop such madness told Elain of how truly hopeless the situation was.

Her other sister must have had the same thought, because the moment Elain looked up from the floor, Nesta let out a roar that seemed a thousand times louder to Elain’s new ears. Ears, Elain realized, that must now be pointed, or Nesta would not have had such a visceral reaction to her face.

Nesta continued to scream, Feyre fell to her knees and sobbed, the queens marveled at the horrific demonstration’s success, the one-eyed stranger with the red hair thrashed against his bonds, and amid the madness Elain noted dully that her skin was now glowing. The sight of something that once would have been impossible for her human body sent Elain reeling from her tentative grip on reality and she shut her eyes. She grasped desperately for something familiar about herself, but found little to comfort her. Her skin, aside from suddenly being luminescent, seemed flawless; her hearing was not only better but also more dimensional, Elain was hearing timbres in Nesta’s cries that she had never noticed as a human; colors now had a distinctive brightness and sheen that Elain just couldn’t register before. Out of context, it all could have sounded like a wonderful blessing, to be able to experience the world in such a way, but Elain could see no blessing in being taken from her home and forced to become…this. Staring into the void of her new existence, Elain tried everything she could to will it away, to wake up from this horrid nightmare, anything that meant she might reject this form. As she was searching for a way out of her body, Elain felt something, a strong connection radiating from within her. It was warm and inviting and almost familiar, though Elain couldn’t place why. Just as she was maybe grasping for something to cling to in this strange new body (A thread? A rope? What was that strange tightness?) she heard the voice of that monstrous Fae king.

“The hellcat now, if you’ll be so kind.”

Elain realized he must have meant Nesta, because she suddenly went quiet. The thought of her sister enduring what she just had…Elain couldn’t help it, she broke right there. She let herself kneel on the damp floor, shivering and practically naked in a room full of creatures she had feared all her life. And now she was one of them, Mother, how could she be one of them?

Through the maelstrom of her thoughts, Elain heard a vaguely familiar voice snarl at the king, “Don’t just leave her on the damned floor.” There was a sudden scraping noise and Elain looked up to see the Fae male with one eye stalking toward her. The sight of him sparked something in her, and Elain cringed away from the unfamiliarity of it. When the male offered her his coat, she increased her efforts ten-fold. Too much, she thought, too much going on right now, I can barely make sense of any of it.

In the corner of her now impeccable vision, Elain could make out Nesta being dragged toward the horrid cauldron she had just come out of, kicking and screaming the entire way there. Remembering what it was like to be trapped beneath the magic waters brought on a new wave of shivers. Elain recalled how she tried with what little human strength she’d had to swim out of the wretched black water, but the cauldron, it seemed, would not let her surface until it was satisfied with her. She was held down beneath the water by some unseen magic until she was forced to succumb to the cauldron’s demands of Elain: her death. It must have been what allowed her to be made into this new creature, Elain thought, first she’d had to sacrifice her mortal life, however involuntarily. Dimly, Elain considered that if she could survive the cauldron’s demands, then Nesta, who’d always been the most strong-willed of her sisters, would more than survive them.

But that didn’t mean that Elain herself had the strength to watch her sister’s humanity be taken from her.

Distracted by the sounds of her sister’s resistance, Elain allowed the Fae male she’d been cringing away from all this time to drape his coat over her shoulders. She took comfort in the little warmth it afforded her, if not also for the way it shielded her body from the many lecherous eyes in the room, giving her a shred of decency for the first time since she’d been dragged to this awful castle.

As Nesta’s shouts grew louder and more frantic, Elain knew it was only a matter of time before her sister was fully submerged in the cauldron, a thought punctuated by the king’s hiss of, “Put her under.”

There were more sounds of struggle, Elain could hear splashing noises as Nesta was undoubtedly struggling to her last human breath.

Elain supposed the room could have gone silent when Nesta was finally submerged in the cauldron, but she wasn’t used to all the new activity that her ears now picked up, and she wasn’t entirely yet sure what silence sounded like to a…Fae. As a result, Elain didn’t know for sure that Nesta was under until she watched Feyre suddenly vomit on the floor. For all her dislike of the Fae, Elain could not help but be relieved when Rhys knelt to comfort her sister, just as she felt some small relief that this unfamiliar male had come to comfort her.

Speaking of her strange savior, he was lifting Elain in his arms out of the way of the cauldron’s water that was now rushing toward them. Finally standing, and using the male’s powerful body to steady herself, Elain was finally able to get a good look at him.

As soon as she did, the world fell away.

Elain finally saw the male’s face in its entirety, his strong jaw framed by long hair that was colored a lovely shade of auburn, high cheekbones that slanted toward delicately pointed ears, but it was his rust colored eyes—or rather, eye, given that the other seemed like it had been lost in some sort of terrible altercation, if the scar protruding from metal placeholder was anything to go by—that held Elain fast, powerless to speak or even breathe. All at once, that strange connection she’d found earlier began to stir incessantly within her. Before she was able to fully discern what it was she was feeling, or even properly meet the male’s eyes, Elain was ripped from the comforting grasp of his arms by Nesta. She knocked the male out of the way, screaming, “Get off her!” Reeling a bit from the force of her sister, Elain began to slip on the wet floor, saved from another meeting with it only when her sister gripped her shoulders to steady her, Nesta ran her hands over Elain and sobbed her name over and over, trying to reconcile both of their new bodies.

Elain, however, found she could not pay much attention to her sister’s sobs. She stared over Nesta’s shoulder at the male who, in the confusion of Nesta’s forceful separation of the two, had instinctively looked at Elain.

The connection that had been stirring within Elain flared the moment she finally met eyes with him. Despite the ordeal she had just been through along with her sister, Elain could not help but feel at peace when she and this male looked at each other. She didn’t even know his name, something ancient within her seemed to whisper this like a burning, centuries old question. The strength and intensity of this feeling was altogether wonderful and terrifying to Elain, who had never felt the voracity of such a feeling in all her life. What could this be? Elain thought. Who are you?

Moments later, after what felt like a lifetime of Nesta sobbing, Elain had her answer as the male whispered, “You’re my mate.”

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I wasn’t able to consistently do Inktober this year, but I did manage to at least get one set of pictures drawn.  Click or open in a new tab to embiggen since Tumblr likes to shrink things, especially on the closeups.  Pen and ink is definitely not my typical media, but this was a lot of fun, and the shading properties of this ink are just gorgeous.

So, here’s a series of doggy doodles for @keyofjetwolf, featuring her adorable Mina-pup (with bonus Hubby in the last one, because seriously that is just the cutest thing).  Mina’s presence on my dash never fails to brighten my day, so I hope these do the same for you!

Media/Tools: Noodler’s Nib Creaper fountain pen, Diamine Golden Brown ink (plus a touch of Oxblood for the collar)

(Reference pictures: 1 2 3)

Holy moly, replies are back

Your familiar friend for talking about posts is rolling out over the next few days, and it’s learned a ton since it’s been away. Now replies let you:

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Right, I’m off tumblr until I’ve watched the new episode tomorrow evening! Have fun guys - can’t wait to see all the gif sets and screaming text posts when I next come online! 💖💖💖

Tea Rose Lipstick with teeth

Hey guys ♥

i’m back on tumblr :-) with a new lipstick♥

If you like natural and super matt lips with teeth this lipstick is perfect for your :D

    - this lipstick works with ALL skins. (S4Models skin, S-club skin, EA skin ,M.i.l.k and more xD)
    - this set have 11 colors (dark red,pink mauve and super nude)
    - looks realistic
    - good pigmentation
    - soft and plumpy finish

    Have fun and i hope you like it  :)

    External image
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    I was recently hired to illustrate a set of four vintage beauties to be used in print for Granadilla Swim’s upcoming swim trunk range. The new range is not available yet, but I had loads of fun working on these and have been itching to post them.

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    Welcome to #mypubliclandsroadtrip 2016, Week 2 – Our Camping Picks for Amazing Sunsets, Starry Skies and Smores!

    Last week, we kicked off another summer roadtrip with Places That Rock – Caves, Volcanoes, Hoodoos and More.  Check out the interactive recap of Week 1 in our Places That Rock @esri storymap journal: 

    http://mypubliclands.tumblr.com/roadtripplacesthatrock.

    From June 20-26, #mypubliclandsroadtrip sets up camp on BLM-managed lands for beautiful sunsets, clear and starry skies, and endless outdoor fun. Follow along all week as we add new places to the #mypubliclandsroadtrip 2016 map and Our Camping Picks storymap journal

    A new campaign an new character. how long will this one survive?

    I decided, as the campaign is set in a desert to have a gnoll sorceress. as it fits the tone and I have never played as a 100% magic user before.

    She’s a mysterios one for sure as you dont get many magical gnolls in most rpg’s.

    Drawing hyenas was fun as i find them to be increably adorable despite what anyone says. theyre like little bears!

    Fuck the last idea, now I’m gonna focus on making it into a fishermen town. 

    The workers would display hair styles that match the fish they catch, in shape and color. You guys see the new style of the characters? it’s more loose and fun, I think this is way more interesting. Below a more fun set of studies of townsfolk, even if I’m adding color to the clothing the hair still stands out, they look like they have sashimi on their heads.

    Finn - Lotus
    The lotus flower rises from the depths of a muddy river, blooms and thrives. This symbolizes the human who rises from the darkness of the world into a new way of thinking and living. It is a symbol of rebirth, growth and purification of spirit. The lotus flower also represents faith.

    Rey [x] Poe [x] Kylo Ren [x]
    Set[x]

    Prints and other fun stuff available in my shops here and here

    coconutcoconutjawshinthewater  asked:

    i'll probably set up an RP blog for my fnaf oc tbh. but that means transferring from..dare i say, facebook. to tumblr. which is gonna be a huge step, but its kinda dead over there now and kyle honestly nEEDS A NEW HOME

    Jolica: To be frank, roleplaying on tumblr is easier and much more comfortable (at least for my part). Though, tumblr often makes awful edits but thank god we have xkit for this…

    Anyway, it sounds great! Have fun with making your new blog!