grey shapes

anonymous asked:

I absolutely love your art and your blog. If you get the chance could you maybe draw some more unmasked Tali she is my fave???

shucks thank you!! and ur in luck i was already working on some more tali designs :OO

She kinda has the boring grey alien head shape but i wanted to be close to the original unmasked tali concept art and since javik said that quarians are really attractive, i added in some prothean-ish features

 i’ve heard that quarians most likely would be brownish if they were real and scientifically accurate but fuck it she’s gonna be purple because aesthetic™

also pointy teeth are a must i won’t accept anything else


There was the Mindelan device: a gray owl, wings outstretched, on a blue field rimmed with cream. There were two differences between this shield and those of her brothers. On Kel’s, the owl hovered over a pair of crossed glaives, cream embroidered in gold, matches for a Yamani glaive. The other difference was the shield’s border: it was formed by two thin rings, the outer blue, the inner cream. A distaff border, the heralds had named it, the coat of arms of a lady knight.

- Squire by Tamora Pierce

I thought it was high time to do some Tortall-inspired crochet, and who better to become a cuddly toy/blanket than the Protector of the Small? You can see the grey blanket taking shape behind Dragon, who is helpfully modelling the shield until Keladry gets arms and a head.

( @knottahooker @markdoesstuff @tamorapierce )

Shadow People

For today’s Caffeine Challenge #13 (prompts here), I tried to branch out a little with a character a bit different from my usual. This is a little bit horror, too, which is not generally my thing. Warnings for: bullying, physical violence and misgendering.

Leo ran to the side door as soon as the bell rang, shouldering his way through the crush around the lockers and slipping around the corner. The sun—oh thank god—was streaming through the big glass doors as he skidded to a stop and turned to face the white-painted cinderblock wall.

An observer, if such person had existed, would have been interested to see that his shadow was not that of a curly-haired teen. On the wall before him a grey shape stretched and wavered, and baggy jeans became the smooth straight lines of dress slacks. The wrinkled shirtcollar straightened to crisp points, and a hat formed atop the narrow head, wide-brimmed tilted just to one side.

“I’m sorry,” Leo said, clutching his notebooks to his chest. “I know you said not to do this at school, but I saw his truck outside. I think he’s waiting for me.”

The figure on the wall twitched, the shoulders rolled and long-fingered hands splayed wide.

“I know,” Leo said. “I know, but I can’t fight him alone, and if I don’t show up he’ll just go after Jack again, you know he will.” He bit his lip, looking up and down the hall. “I’ve only got a little more time before history, I don’t know what to do.”

More twitching, a ripple traveling up the wall. The hands folded, waved, cupped together like an empty bowl.

The minute bell rang, setting off shrill echoes.

“I’ll do it,” Leo said. “I’ll do anything, you know I’m good for it.”

The figure tipped its hat, then faded, until only Leo’s own outline remained.

He went to class.

He couldn’t concentrate. His leg shook under his desk, his knee jumping up and down like it had a will of its own. He dropped his pencil once, then again, then a third time. The fourth time Frances handed it back to him with a scowl. Leo tried for an apologetic smile, but it didn’t feel right on his face. Too thin, too full of teeth.

He couldn’t take any notes. He worried metal spiral on his notebook instead, flicked the corner of the paper until it turned soft-edged and pieces started coming off. His eyes kept seeking the windows, looking for some sign, but Dallas’ truck would be by the back door, on the other side of the building, and there were too many trees for the Hat Man to get enough contrast for a message.

“Leo,” Mrs. Garner said, “Can you tell me the year President Reagan took office?”

“I…” Leo tried to think. He’d studied this. He’d done the homework. He knew this. But all he could think of was the look of rage on Dallas’ face when Jack yelled back at him, and the shock of the fist in his ribs when Leo had gotten between them.

Half the class was looking at him. Someone sniggered.

If he could get to the hall he could find a good spot and at least check in.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t remember. I think I might be sick.”

Mrs. Garner frowned. “There’s only thirty minutes of school left,” she said. “And if you go to the nurse you’ll lose participation points for today,”

“I know,” he said. “But I really think I might throw up.” He tried to look pathetic and nauseous. It didn’t take much effort. He could feel sweat sliding down his temple.

“Alright,” she said. “Josephine, please escort Leo to the nurse’s office.”

No, no no.

“I can get there myself—” he tried, but she shot him a quelling glance.

“You know the rules, Leo.”

He did. He did. Leo knew all sorts of rules.

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February 22, 2017
  1. Taurus

  2. Virgo
     Dictionary lookup

  3. Capricorn
     Sports gym

  4. Cancer
     Meeting place

  5. Pisces
     Curry udon

  6. Scorpio
     Matching clothes worn by couples (Pair look)

  7. Aries
     Pheasant’s eye flower

  8. Leo
     Reusable bag

  9. Sagittarius
     Light blue

  10. Libra

  11. Aquarius
     Star shaped goods

  12. Gemini
     Etiquette brush

Hi my name is Handsome Jack and I have the most handsome face in the universe (that’s how I got my name) and my hair is chocolate brown with hot grey streaks and shaped like a fluffy ice cream cone and heterochromatic eyes (I’m really smart and know a lot of words!!) that are wild forest green and echo device blue and a lot of people tell me I look like Wolverine (AN: but hotter). I’m not related to my body double but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight (unlike me) and white. I have pale white skin because I’m a white boy. I’m also a wizard and I teach children how to murder at a magic school called Hogwarts in England (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (because it’s cool) and I wear whatever the hell I want. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there because I’m filthy rich. For example today I was wearing a leather waistcoat with a white tailed dress shirt and my favorite grey jacket a yellow sweater two pairs of jeans and pink fishnets to surprise my girlfriend. I was wearing a mask of my own face over my face because I’m mysterious and edgy. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of wanna be vault hunters stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them and shot at them because I have 8 guns on me at all times.