I’m a little caught up with myself lately. Won’t you take my most sincere apology? I’d stretch these arms just to hold you tight, but even I know that it wouldn’t do us any good. There’s so much more out there. There’s a million new things to learn within a day. You’re an artist, right? You’re into the night, right? You love this tiny blue dot, right? There’s so much more than love. There’s so much more than just us. I’m a little caught up with myself lately. Won’t you hold your head high for us? I’d stretch this heart an extra mile just to hear you laugh a little louder, just to see you smile a little bigger, and just to tell you that you’re more than enough for anyone to love. There’s better people out there for you to meet. There’s better people out there for you to fall in love with. You’re a painting, right? You’re made from watercolors, right? A burgundy rose waiting to be dipped into the horizon– you’re a sunrise waiting to happen. We’re a little caught up in the fleeting moments of just more than another us. We’re a little too good to be true, so it comes with a price. We’re alike, so I know what’s best for us. We’ve got plenty of time to explore each other, so we should analyze our reality. Long distance relationships are a test that we shouldn’t be taking– not in our current conditions at least. I’m a little distressed about myself. You’re still figuring out the world and who you are as a soul that loves to paint with just more than colors. We need to learn a little more. What is love to you? I’ve asked this many time before. Your answer is always me. That’s the thing, there’s plenty of right answers, but I’m just not one of them. How can I love you if I don’t know the first thing about it? Failed relationships are like dull pencils that we’ll want to sharpen every second– you were never boring, you were interesting to the shoreline and back. That’s the thing, isn’t it? I would give you the world if I knew how to. I would give you a meaningful promise if I knew how to. I could love you for an eternity composed of my heart twisted into your chest if I knew how to let go of the past. I should, but I still haven’t figured out how to do such a feat. I’m still stuck in my feelings like how you’re stuck onto me. I’m still lost at sea with crew members composed of younger versions of myself. How can I love you if I’m still figuring out how to love myself? How can I devote my passion to you if I’m still in trouble when I hear her name? How can I ruin you just for another shot at love? I wouldn’t do that to you. Alas, maybe I already have. Love is such a simple word. Four letters and the crowd cheers. Three words and there’s world peace. Afraid to open up and longing to be more of myself– I had to tell you every truth about who I am to myself and who I am to you. We’re always spinning ourselves to bed, we were smiling and hoping. You’re so much like me that it’s scary. They say that opposites attract, so how do we explain this? I guess we’re stuck in a fairy tale again and this is just another page. You’re a chapter that I can’t flip past, you’re a positive thing in my life and I don’t think I’m ready to accept that. I’ve got much to learn and maybe this was just a part of it. I’m a little caught up and into you– and this is the part where I have to pick what’s best for us. And the fact that you’re just like me… means that you already get it. You’re already in my head and you’ve made yourself comfy. So I guess an I love you will never start to sound like an apology between us.
I put this piece off because I couldn’t figure out how to render it - all my painting was doing nothing to make it look better. And then today, I realized I could just blur the thing and paint over it.
Y’all I’m on YouTube looking for trans people of color and do not see a lot of videos at all. On the other hand, I see a lot of trans representation from white people who are in the community and the difference in numbers is staggering. Any trans representation in the media is good but there needs to be more information and stories about transgender people of color.
How are people of color who are questioning their gender identity and/or their sexuality supposed to learn more about themselves without seeing other people who look like themselves. There needs to be more resources for tpoc with coming out to yourself, coming out to your family members and friends, navigating your identity with your religion, etc… I know from experience that it is hard trying to figure out yourself when you do not have very many resources to meet other people who looks like yourself.
We need to hear more stories about trans people and color and how these identities have impacted their lives. We deserved to be heard and we deserve to be seen. Things need to change.
Here is the long awaited list of Art Tips I mentioned a few days ago! These are Mostly things I’ve learned to help me improve this year. Let me know what you think, or if you have any questions!
Set “practice” goals. Give yourself specific goals, but always word them as ‘practice’ not ‘improve’. Improvement takes time and can be difficult to attain. Meeting a goal to practice things is significantly easier and more rewarding. Improvement happens with practice and you’ll see it later on. Be specific with your goals. For example: “Practice Angry Expressions!”
Give yourself a solid time frame for your goal. Define exact dates. It could be a week, two weeks, even a month. Whatever you feel comfortable with.
Do Studies. Studies are a series of sketches, doodles, paintings, etc.. Done following research, usually looking at a photo or physical reference. I usually fill a whole page with quick, haphazard sketches of what I’m studying. If you’re studying birds, fill a whole page with birds, or hands. They don’t have to be good, they aren’t meant to be perfect. It’s just to get the idea on paper to help you form the visual on paper and in your hand.
Change your goal as soon as you feel ready, after your last one. If you feel you’ve completed your goal, feel free to wait as long as you like, but it’s a good idea to have a list of goals so you aren’t left floundering for one. (Since it’s always harder to think of something when you NEED to.) For example: Angry expressions, Faces at low angles, two-point perspective, cool color schemes. It’s easier to move forward with a list of your own making, than leaving yourself hanging.
Thumbnail. I can not say this enough! Before jumping into a big project, you’ll want to get in the habit of doing thumbnail sketches beforehand. No bigger than 2 or 3 inches, I usually fill a page with them. Thumbnailing can help you figure out how to get that posing just right. Or how you want your composition aligned. Small quick sketches of the different ways you could do things, to find how you want to do things.
You can trace your own sketches. That’s right. It took me twenty years to figure out I could just trace my own sketch onto another sheet of paper to make lineart and do color so I didn’t fuck up my sketch. Digital artist, you can use a new layer over your sketch. Traditionally though, THIS IS HOW YOU DON’T FUCK UP YOUR SKETCH. (also if you trace very lightly it erases way better than trying to erase a full sketch. If you’ve never tried to color over a partially erased sketch it is hell.)
Use References. You’d be surprised how many young artists out there think using references is wrong, or cheating. Let me tell you something. Did Leonardo Da Vinci have a reference for the Mona Lisa? You bet your ass he did. As far as I know he had at least two! All the great masters knew to use references. Actually looking at the thing you’re trying to recreate is the easiest way to master it. If you can’t find a reference for something, look for something that looks similar. Having a concept of what you want is quintessential to improvement. Hell, keep a whole folder of references. Hold onto them to fall back on later. Use them to their full extent.
Draw at an angle. For traditional artists, drawing flat on a desk can often result in disproportionate drawings. Things farther away from the the eye tend to look smaller so things on the farther side of the paper can end up enlarged to compensate for our own eyes perspective of the paper. Drawing at an angle fixes this problem. It brings the paper into a better angle for your face. (I just lean my drawing board on top of a box of staples. It works lol)
Watch other artists. Written tutorials are a phenomenal resource to many artists. But Video tutorials are some of the most helpful things in the world. Video tutorials can show you, in real time, how it’s done. Actually seeing it happen can really help. (I watch hours of tutorials and speedpaints. I just let them play in the background while I draw.)
Try different materials. I’m not gonna lie, I loved digital art. But it just didn’t work for me. I discovered copic markers and my art has improved so much with a material that I feel more in-tune with. So experiment. Borrow from your friends, try new things in school, in art clubs. Whenever. Sometimes, you just need to try something different, to discover something that works better for you.
DON’T. STOP. DRAWING. You don’t have to be churning out a completed piece every week. No. But you should always doodle, sketch, scribble. Hell, even if you just scribble out some squiggly lines, you’ve done something! You don’t have to share with the world. Just. Don’t. Stop.
I was wondering if you could write a post about non-verbal autism , I find that I don't really understand it and would like to , Most of the things I thought about people with non-verbal autism following your blog has made me re-think them and I would love to be more informed (Sorry if this reads offensive , It wasn't my intention I would just love to know more about it)
This is an old ask (Feb 6) but I hung onto it because it would be an interesting thing to answer in detail. If it weren’t so general. One of the problems I have with answering asks is I need specific questions. I am REALLY bad at “talk about topic X” even when ‘topic X’ is something I really have a lot to say about.
That said - I will make an effort to say some stuff that might be of interest.
I am non-verbal all the time. It isn’t a stress reaction, it’s an inability to think in words, so I need to work hard to make words, then again to figure out how to make the words into mouth noises. My brain does not remember the steps it used to do that the last time I needed to do it, so I have to figure it out each time. It is not something I want to spend my brain power on, so I don’t do it. Not to mention the result is something less than optimal (”sounds like a drunk little girl with a speech impediment trying to speak a language she doesn’t know” was one of the nicer things people have said of me trying to talk).
On the hearing side - y’all sound like a bunch of drunk people with speech impediments trying to speak languages I don’t know. If you talk slowly and carefully and don’t speak too loud and make short sentences and wait between them I might be able to figure out what you are saying. BUT - if you have many of those short sentences in a row I will have spent so much effort decoding them that the context is lost and it is like reading fragments of stories written thousands of years ago without the context they were written in. Sentences that make sense linguistically but have no usable content.
For me the world is sounds and colors and actions and smells and feels and feelings. When I think a thing I experience it.
Blueberry is a taste, a color (not really blue, kind of purplish-blue, except when perfectly ripe, but slightly whitish since they have a kind of white ‘dusting’ on them when you pick them), and a label image from some biscuit mix my Mom always used when I was a kid. It’s a giggly happy thought because Mom made blueberry muffins and I will get to eat them and muffins are good food because they don’t need chewing, just a little juice to wash them down.
Yup - that whole thing. Because I’m not thinking it as a set of words, I’m just feeling it all at once.
I have to say blueberry? That is MUCH harder. First I have to figure out the context of what is wanted - color? taste? (it’s nice that I picked an easy example with only two major features, huh :) ) How to turn a thinking of the color of blueberry, which I already said varies based on a few things, into a word or words. Which words? Well, I could look for one that is on a color spectrum chart, or maybe RGB values but those are harder to say, so probably one of the default words people use for colors. Hm- yeah, that color there, the one sortof blue - oh yeah - it’s in a whole bunch of colors called blue, Okay, Blue it is. Now say it.
Say it? What, thinking it isn’t enough?
Dig into memory for how to make Blue come from mouth. Not there. The B sound is! Start from that. Then add the ell sound, but try to make it smooth. Darn, you’re slurring! Too bad, we don’t have time to make it perfect. The u is easy, just kind of grunt. No, not like that! Too late. Drop the e, it’s usually not said anyway.
I said Blue! It probably sounded like bluh or blurg or something like the sound you make when food is coming out the wrong way, but I said it.
I’m always happy to answer asks - this was not intended to make light of the anon’s question, it’s just one of the many ways I could think to answer it.
If other things would be interesting to know, please ask. The more specific the question the easier it is for me, but I will be happy to babble if it’s general, I just don’t promise answers that fit the intention of the ask then :D.
could you do a scenario where the boys s/o come home with brightly dyed hair like blue for the first time?
I’ve always wanted to dye my hair but I’m worried it would cost to much and I’d look strange…Whelp that’s what wigs are for.
“Hey!” Noctis called from the living room, gaining extra lives in the latest retro game fix you both were on.
“You eat?” You asked, leaning forward pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Cool, I’ll text Ignis and tell him not to come over.”
Noctis stopped, as he heard your footsteps go into the kitchen, something was off. The man moved from the couch, before following after you, as you begun setting up for dinner, lucky you had defrost some chicken earlier this morning.
You shrieked as you felt Noctis grab your head, holding it steady as he rubbed his head and face against you head, much like a cat, “Can I help you?”
“You dyed your hair, we’re twins now.” Noctis replied, his fingers going through your hair, playing with the strands. They were a much brighter blue than his ebony locks, but it could still pass for black in the right lighting.
“It was suppose to be lighter, the beautician said it’ll be the shade I want in a few weeks. I thought I looked too edgy.” You muttered, attempting to moved to start on dinner, only to have your boyfriend have you rooted in spot.
“I love it.” Noctis purred, going back to nuzzling and rubbing his face on it, as if he had whiskers.
Sometimes you weren’t certain if you were dating a man or a cat.
“Glance up, perfect!” Prompto smiled.
You couldn’t help but giggle, since you had stepped in the door, the man had his camera out once he saw the rainbow you had that now adorned your head. Wanting to document every angle and every color.
“Prompto, do you have enough?”
“No! You’re so cute!” Prompto cooed, snapping away, apparently now going for candid shots, as you had stopped posing for him. “Like I love my original Chocobae, but this Chocobae is like limited edition!”
“Well Limited edition Chocobae is going to go get something to eat, so if you want to come you’re welcome to join her.” You called, originally stopping at home to pick up your lovely boyfriend, but instead got side track from his 45 minute long photoshoot.
“No! Other’s will try to steal my limited edition!” Prompto gasped playfully, picking up the keys, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “But all kidding aside, I love it! It looks amazing on you.”
You smiled softly, reaching up to touch the Chocobo butt that he called hair, “Well now we’re both Chocobos. Oh gods, are we going to be known as the Chocobo couple?”
“Hate to break it to you, but we’ve been known as the Chocobo couple for a while now.” Prompto smiled.
“And you didn’t tell me!” You gasped, only to have your boyfriend laugh.
‘I may have fucked up’
That was the last text message Gladiolus received from you, about 30 minutes before his shift ended. He figured it couldn’t have been too bad, considering you had texted him instead of calling and you had sense enough to call an ambulance if you were seriously hurt, at least he hoped.
So as the man walked into the house, he tried finding you only to follow the voice of you and Iris in the guest bathroom, door closed.
“We have to wait 72 hours before we can try again.”
“Iris, I can’t wait 72 hours for this to not be a thing. I look like that fire idiot from that game Prompto plays, Alex?”
“At least he’s hot.” Iris joked.
“Iris, I can’t be a hot guy!” You whined pitifully.
“I’ll just go see if I can find you a hat or a wig.” Iris called, before the door open as she almost ran into Gladiolus. “Hey Gladdy.”
“Gladdy!” You shrieked in alarm.
“Everything okay in there?” Gladiolus called, as Iris tried holding the door close.
“Yeah, yeah Sissy is just having….lady troubles, I’ll be right back.” Iris smiled, all but sprinting from the house.
Gladiolus stared at the door before him, before turning the handle, finding you sitting on the edge of the tub, shirtless, with a black towel on your head, but the tub looked like a murder scene! There was so much red everywhere!
“Hey, Gladdy.” You muttered softly.
“Any reason the bathroom looks like a murder scene?”
You sighed, before pulling the towel from your head, showing your locks were now a bright red, “It was suppose to be a chestnut brown.” You muttered weakly.
Gladiolus knelt before you, mindful of the water all over the place, tilting your head to look to him, “I like it, it makes a statement.”
“Did you know that red’s my favorite color?”
You looked up to your boyfriend, only to have him press a kiss to your forehead, earning a giggle from you. “Thanks Gladdy.”
“That’s my girl, now how about I go change and we figure out how to make this place not look like a horror zone.”
“I want Ignis to question it the next time he comes over though.”
“You make a good point.”
Ignis paused, he had to be seeing things, perhaps he wasn’t getting enough sleep or needed an update to his prescription. Yet he could have swore that he saw violet in your hair, but that couldn’t be right, because when he looked again it was the normal shade it’s always been.
“Ignis, Darling, do you have the transcript for the…”
Ignis was hardly paying attention to your needs, because when you turned your head, he saw it again! That glimpse of purple!
“I thought I had placed it within your office last, as we need it for, Ignis!” You gasped, finding the man upon your person as you were viewing the shelving, trying to find the piece for the ball you needed.
“I do apologize, My love, yet I need to verify something.” Ignis replied, as he ran a hand through your hair.
“Oh, yes, I went to the salon earlier today, and they convinced me to get a hidden dye job.” You explained, turning around, running your fingers through your hair, showing that a single layer within the middle was dyed purple, yet should you wear you hair down, or in a high bun as you did with important guest, it wouldn’t appear so. “What do you think?”
“It’s rather becoming, yet it did have me rather confused.” Ignis chuckled.
“Oh you should have seen poor Noctis and Prompto, I’ve heard them whispering all day about if something change.” You giggled playfully.
“Well good to know that I’m in on this, we should see how long it takes them.”
im so bad at color theory and im fucked up bc rainbow rowell described baz grimm-pitch’s original skin color as “red gold” and then, bc of how being dead works, his skin would probably just be a grayer version of that color, but like…i cannot figure out what grayish red-gold looks like. is he…taupe? is he a grumpy taupe teen vampire
Keep in mind sheer fabrics are thin enough that they are translucent, thus light and whatever is underneath them will show through slightly. For this reason, you need to be aware of how the environment (your character’s skin/background if it’s a curtain or something) will tint/colorize the fabric.
Well, trouble for your daughter at the very least. This you conclude once you begin to notice the longing glimmer in the almond eyes of your eldest child whenever she sees him enter the classroom—your classroom. It strikes a chord that spurs discontentment within the depths of your soul. She’s barely thirteen—fourteen, if you squint—yet her cheeks blossom when Lucas meets her gaze and her giggles intensify when he compliments her while you seethe from the hallways, with arms crossed and narrowed eyes, burning a hole in the back of his head with your dagger-filled glares and hoping that he gets the message (which he never seems to—how did this kid end up winning that Scholar Athlete award, again?). His effect on the female population of John Quincy Adams is reminiscent of the days that your elder brother ruled the halls of John Adams High School, back when he was bringing a girl home every other week and locking his bedroom doors to keep you out. Your stomach churns at this unpleasant thought and you purse your lips once more.
He must be stopped.
So you take what seems to be the natural necessary step of precaution that any concerned parent would do in your situation—you enlist the help of your daughter’s best friend, the marine-eyed blonde who often smirks instead of smiles, by luring her into the halls of the library after hours and gifting her with her very own smartphone and her own set of color pencils. There, she blows out a long breath once you’ve explained your plan and raises an eyebrow.
“You want me to spy on my best friend?” she questions, fiddling with the tassels on the gift. “On your daughter, who, by the way, you probably should trust more.”
“Oh I trust her,” you assure her. “It’s Friar that I don’t trust. And anyway, I just need you to tell me when they get a little too close to comfort.”
“Why’d you choose to give me this?” she asks as she uncovers the box of color pencils. “And why’d you give me this phone? Farkle’s probably better at this kind of stuff—all tech savvy and whatnot. I don’t even know how to use this thing properly.”
“You’ll figure it out,” you assure her, with a hand on her shoulder. “Besides, you appear to be the only girl left that hasn’t fallen prey to his so-called “Southern charm”. I need an objective party.”
She smirks, visibly fighting the urge to laugh. “You do realize that Huckleberry Friar causes no harm to anyone, right? He’s about as dangerous as a butterfly, stuck on a marshmallow, on a hot summer day.” As she begins to familiarize herself with the phone, her pink lips curve into a smile once she figures that regardless of whether she chooses to oblige or not, you’ve gifted her with the device. Then, the blonde draws out a long breath once more, the guarded aura that she holds together so well vanishes. Now, she is solemnly quiet, and only breaks the silence to mumble, “They’re just friends.”
“Believe me,” you insist, with a sigh. “I know the story.”
The look in her eye that arrives after those words leave your mouth strikes another chord—one that you can’t understand. You don’t quite realize that he might be trouble for your other daughter, too.
“Voltron: Legendary Defender” is a hodge-podge of old and new, campy and serious, nostalgia and the need to tell a new story. So when deciding what to do about things such as the characters’ roles in the team, executive producers Joaquim Dos Santos and Lauren Montgomery knew they had to balance their love of the original series with their quest to make something new.
“We knew we needed to do honor to the stuff we remembered and what stood out to us as kids,” Montgomery told TheWrap. “There was a lot of stuff in the old show that we felt needed updating and couldn’t really be brought over. We kind of had to battle our own nostalgia.”
One of the main things was the team lineup. The two were always confused about why the characters’ armor never matched the colors of their lions.
“I wanted to make sense of why their colors never matched up. We reverse engineered a lot of that stuff as we figured out how to make this story happen,” Montgomery said. “We had our laundry list of things we wanted. From there, it was a matter of figuring out when the best time to have this happen in the story.”
hi, i'm really really sorry if you're too busy or short on time but um, i have an analytical science writing (general aptitude/ scholarship/ selective school entry) exam coming up and i was wondering if you had any good essay writing tips or general words of encouragement? i really have no idea what i'm doing. hope studying is going well!
Hey there, I’d love to help you out! I haven’t ever taken an analytical science exam myself, but here’s what I would do if I was in your situation:
1. Go through your old essays and look for comments from professors.
Sometimes there’s general writing errors we tend to make throughout the papers we write, and going back through your papers can help show them. So if your professors tend to comment about grammar or your analysis, then you should write those areas down and study on how to improve those! Having strong general writing skills can help a lot in exams.
2. Figure out what your testers are looking for, and find sample essays.
A lot of exams will have their rubric explains online, and have sample essays to look at as well. Read the essays and grade them using the rubric. Then, highlight with one color good things the writers did, and with another color the bad things. This is help you to visualize and understand what a good (and bad) essay looks like, and give you a model of how to write yours.
3. Use sample prompts to write your own essay.
This is probably the most important part. You need to figure out how well you tend to do on time (if it’s a timed test) as well as how competent you are at the prompts they’ll give in order to see where you need to improve. So first, I would try a sample prompt in the time given, and another on my own time. After that I would compare the two and see if timing will be an issue for me. If it is, I’d work on planning and pacing. I’d also start timing essays at a time higher than the test but workable, and slowly bring the time down by a few minutes or so until I reach the destined time. If timing isn’t and issue, I’d move on to the next step.
4. Ask a professor or friend to grade your paper.
If you have a professor you’re close with or doesn’t mind helping students out with coursework besides their own, they are a great resource!! If not, finding a friend will help a lot too. You can give them the rubric and ask them to grade your paper based off of it. You can also ask for other comments if you really want a in depth look. After they grade it, go through and see what areas you got lower points on, and what you did good in. Make a t-chart and write these things down (as well as the comments from step one if needed.), and keep them by you when you practice writing essays. This way when you write you’ll always be aware of the mistakes you tend to make, and (hopefully) avoid them. Plus, you can also be more conscious about the good things you do so it can become ingrained in your writing.
5. Read. Write. Repeat.
Continue to read analytical science writing (or just writing/books in general). It’ll help you see what’s effective in writing as well as build your vocabulary for when you write your essay. Continue to write sample prompts until you’re comfortable with the timing as well as the actual writing of the essay. Make a conscious effort to remove the bad areas and enforce the good until writing that way becomes natural to you. And if you want, go back to your friend or professor once you’re more comfortable with the essay and see where you have improved as well as what you can still work on. It’ll take some time but you can do this!
6. Be prepared for your exam.
Sleep well, eat healthy, drink water, and exercise regularly if you don’t already. Pack your materials in advance as well as driving directions if the exam is in a testing center you aren’t familiar with. If it’s early try to get yourself up at the time you need to on exam day a week or so in advance so you’ll be used to it on exam day. Also, try to keep yourself from getting too stressed and make sure to spend time with friends and family. It’s better to go into the exam room feeling good and healthy even if you ended up studying less than going in stressed and in a bad place. At the end of the day, an exam is just a few hours of your life and one grade out of many in your life. There will always be another exam after, or another chance if needed. Your health and happiness is way more important than that.
That’s all the advice I can give you! If that didn’t help, I’m also linking some masterposts for you to look at.
I hope this helped!! I know it can be stressful and scary to take a big exam, but you are so much bigger + better than one exam! Plus, you have years of schooling on your side, a drive to do well, and a whole network of people (including me if you need me) who would love to help you + see you succeed! You can totally crush this exam, you really got this. I hope your studying goes well, and if you’re comfy with it I’d love to pray for you and your exam as well. Have a lovely day!!
I have lots of work to do irl guys, but eh I’m organizing my fics instead. Oh well.
Jon and Sansa
I long to be near you - P1, P2, Epilogue, also on AO3 Loving him was easy. Loving his father, however, was unbearable.
I read you for some kind of poem- P1, P2, AO3 It reminds her that what they have is little, no nothing, more than an arrangement. He is a prince and has all the power in the world. (And she has little more than her ability to stay invisible.) AU.
Layers of All Sorts “With my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable… I haven’t figured out a rainbow yet…” Post-MJ, Peeta Mellark figures out rainbows.
Crumbles But she just wanted to return the favor. (And she just wanted him to be a little less alone. She knows how lonely the Holidays can get.) AU.
Need When it came to a hierarchy of needs, Katniss spent most of her life focusing on the very baseline for her family’s survival. Unlike Peeta, she couldn’t afford to contemplate nonsense like self-actualization and love. But now, now things were different.
I decided it was time to upload this. The reason Kajout’s side view isn’t uploaded in color was because I wasn’t spending enough time to make it all nice. But I liked how the grays looked so why not. Also redone chick that goes with her side view in color but I liked both versions of the chick for different reasons.
This project actually started with me being amused how I drew Kajout from the side with a lazy sort of slouch. To hey lets do a front and back view. I needed to figure out something for her front view so I can expand and figure it out better going forward.
Along the way I was also figuring out the Rock birds, the Male Kassaeda friend of hers and a couple other things. The rock chick staring at the camera is my favorite. Also I decided to show the heigh comparison between Kajout who I usually think is in the 6ftish range, to her chick and a full grown female rock bird.
Kajout’s jacket and shorts are something she wears when she’s outside of her home jungle. In her home she wears clothes more traditional to her area. She’s mostly hanging out in trees as the jungle Kasaeda make their homes in them, taking care of her rock chick (name pending), with Mititango or listening to her soldier friend tell her stories while she idly listens.
I ended up really liking her home clothes more then I thought. While female Kasaeda don’t have anything to cover for on their chest some females and males wear chest wraps, etc, as a decorative piece.
Kajout is the jungle’s vet and doesn’t charge anyone who needs her help. Kasaeda usually bring her gifts, items, food, etc, in thanks but she always tells them to take it back though most insist she keep it. The most she’ll make you do is get ingredients but she’ll tell you exactly where or who to buy them from and to say she sent you. She’ll have you do an ingredient run while she does what she can with what she has. Kids will bring her toys in payment and refuse to take them back. She’ll return the toy to the parents when she’s in the busy part of the jungle where most everyone lives.
Kajout’s pretty much almost hermit like in that she lives away from everyone, prefers her animals and says very little. She comes off as grumpy or off putting because she’ll just stare at you if you say something stupid or annoy her until you leave. Her soldier friend becomes more like her interpreter when he gets to know her signs better just so things don’t feel awkward. Not that she cares if people are off put. Give her nature and she’s happy.
Once Kajout ends up becoming a mom to her rock chick she simply ask if Kasaeda and others have to give her something to just bring a rock for her rock chick. But reminds them only do it if no other Rock Birds are around since if they see you pick up a rock,even one they don’t want, they’ll chase you. The kids particularly love to give the female chick rocks or toys themselves in hopes they’ll see her with their gift in her tail bag. She’s been seen walking around with toys in her bag mixed in with the rocks and the kids always get excited.
Kajout gave her chick the tail bag for her rocks because she got tired of her chick handing her all the rocks to hold while she traveled throughout the day. She finds out Rock Birds are pretty smart despite her earlier feelings about them since the chick starts to keep only the prettiest/best rocks..and her favorite toys in the bag. She gets rid of rocks she picks out and replaces them with better rocks, but never rocks or toys she was given always knowing the difference.
Still figuring out a few more things about the full grown rock bird male and female difference. One I like is that while neither female or male can fly the females have big enough wings to allow them to get high in the jungle trees. Then they flutter down to pounce. Male’s may still have the claws on their wings more like raptor arms but I’m not to sure yet. I’m also thinking about the main colors of the rock birds. I went for red as a place holder for the female chick.
Also Kajout’s markings are a pain in the butt. I took out the ones from her hair/dreads. I think I’ll keep them out and just keep the simple line going down them. So her side view shows them since it was done before everything else. I’m trying to simplify her markings enough that they’re easy to do over and over but also are at least interesting to look at as well.
Kajout, the Kasaeda and the rock birds are my babes.