OK FOR REAL HERE NOBODY’S TALKING ABOUT THAT LAST MOMENT WITH RAVEN
LIKE SHE’S SITTING ON THE STEPS COMPLETELY ALONE PROBABLY THINKING EVERYONE LEFT HER BEHIND TO SAVE THEMSELVES IN THE BUNKER WHILE SHE’S STUCK BY HERSELF
EVEN AFTER SHE CHOSE TO LIVE SHE’S STILL STUCK WITH NO ESCAPE, NO FRIENDS TO SUPPORT HER
AND THEN SHE HEARS THE DOOR OPEN
AND ONE BY ONE
EACH PERSON LINES UP
HOW MANY ARE THERE? SEVEN?
THIS WAS A MISSION ACCOMPLISHABLE FOR ONE TO TWO PEOPLE
JUST A FEW HOURS AGO SHE WAS READY TO DIE. BUT SEEING ALL THOSE PEOPLE THAT LOVE HER… LOVE HER ENOUGH TO LEAVE THE SAFETY OF THE BUNKER THAT GUARANTEED THEIR SURVIVAL AND CROSS DANGEROUS TERRITORY… JUST TO SAVE HER….
AND BLESS HER HEART SHE’S SO SHOCKED THAT ANYONE ACTUALLY LISTENED TO HER CALL FOR HELP
“what are you doing here?”
“we won’t leave you behind”
AND THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WAS THE MOMENT MY HEART PHYSICALLY SWELLED WITH TEARS
CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT THO? ONE SECOND YOU’RE COMPLETELY ISOLATED AND THE NEXT EVERYONE WHO LOVES YOU COMES TO RESCUE YOU?
DO YOU EVER JUST? CRY? BECAUSE RAVEN REYES IS FINALLY FEELING THE LOVE SHE DESERVES?/????//
“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.
Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.
“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.”
He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him.
“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”
“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch. Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer.
“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”
Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines.
“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”
“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see.
“You know he didn’t.”
Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”
“How would that go?”
“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.
“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.
“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”
“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”
“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”
“High school? Maybe never.”
“That can’t be right.”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”
Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”
Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”
“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”
Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”
Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”
“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”
“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.
“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”
Could you give me some coloring and shading tips? I've started making tablet art recently and as far as coloring goes I am terrible at it. Others art pops and have really nice coloring and shading etc, and mine is so flat and bland. I want to fix that, so any tips? (if I could possibly have tips on making line art also that would be great)
Okay so, I havent drawn anything other then my final film for like weeks so I needed something else to draw so thank you, so here’ the process I went through to color this pic of me below lol (Please keep in mind that I work with Paint Tool SAI! but in general it might help with basics!)
Das me v v v
Then after all this, I fiddle around with Multiply and screen layers over EVERYTHING. Different colors have different mood effects so experiment! I also sometimes add in some lightly blended luminosity highlights with the water tool to make some dramatic lighting tm. Then I do a few tweaks and add in an overlay layer over everything and fiddle with the filter to get what I want and bam! That’s how I color lol
See how different colors can set different moods? warm colors for warm moods and cold colors for cold ones. Looking up color pallets is AMAZING and SUPER HELPFUL!! A lot of people know about complementary colors but the contrast can be quite harsh to the eyes sometimes. I like to use
Analogous colors myself a lot (near the same side of the color wheel) And I LOVE neon colors like a lot, but to REALLY make em pop is to put some muted colors around it. Having NEON against NEON can seem harsh to the eyes and look off.
But yeah, That’s my basic process on how I color all my pieces! I hope this helped some :)
EDIT: Also!! for lineart, I just have my stabilizer set up hella high lol
*slides you ten dollars* Do you have any new Voltron headcanon because if you did that would be great but if you don't that's okay I just wanted to tell you that I think your amazing and your a brilliant person 💖❤️❤️💖
ah bribery. the way to a woman’s heart
pidge: “shiro, lance is being misogynistic” shiro: “what?? how??” pidge: “he’s inconveniencing me”
hunk on the outside is :) whereas hunk on the inside is >:/
meanwhile keith on the outside is >:I while keith on the inside is :-)
he’s a happy person deep down
“….do you think zarkon and haggar-” “okay. no? no. i’m going to stop you right there”
lance cries pretty easily and hunk is a sympathetic crier so they’re basically a positive feedback loop of tears
“keith is a cup” “??? explain” “holds things”
there are constant petitions to have voltron make the sailor moon pose after forming
“wow is that takashi shirogane, the best pilot in the garrison?? he always looks so serious, i wonder what he’s thinking about right now” shiro, internally: “did i leave my bowl of cereal on the hot stove again”
allura is actually just as cheesy a flirt as lance, pass it on
she thinks he doesn’t do the moves right
they both don’t do the moves right
their moves are embarrassing
lance: “we’re going to die!” coran: “well, you lived a good life right?” lance: “i’m only seventeen!” coran: “i said good, not long”
One Of My Favorite Details About Fallout Is That The American Flag Was Redesigned To Depict The Commonwealths As Thirteen Stars Forming A Protective Barrier Around One Big Star Representing The Federal Government, It’s Pretty Profound Symbolism And Also Feels Like Something American Nationalists Would Totally Be Okay With. It’s A Great Example Of How Fallout Blurs The Line Between Camp And Realism To Demonstrate How Cartoonishly Fucked Up Our Culture Was And Still Is
aka the Vox Machina Are A Bunch Of Spacers And Pike Is Real Gay AU
“So you’re Grog’s sister!”
Pike stares up––and up, and up––at the beaming redhead. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. I’m Pike.”
The redhead offers a hand, shaking Pike’s enthusiastically. The drink in her other hand sloshes over the rim of her cup, foamy brown and splattered across the already-grimy floor of the backwater dive. “Keyleth! It’s great to meet you! Grog talks about you all the time.”
“Good things I hope?” she asks, a little teasing, and the redhead––Keyleth––smiles, almost wistful.
“Yeah. He really likes you.”
“Aw, yeah. That’s Grog.”
Keyleth shifts her drink to the other hand, looks around the bar. “So, um. Are you looking for him?”
“Yeah.” She hesitates, then tilts her head to the back corner where a motley group of spacers sit crowded around a table too small for the lot of them. “Um, you had better come sit down. There’s uh, a lot to talk about.”
It's interesting to see so many people acting like they can only enjoy Damien as a character if he's "redeemable" or he "can't help it." Back in my day, we just liked the trash characters without having to justify it like that. I love Damien, but he's pretty awful, and that's part of why I like him. I hope he suffers a lo, because holy bad decisions Batman! But I honestly don't want him redeemed in the traditional sense if at all. He's fictional—it's okay to like him even if he stays an asshole!
YES. I completely agree. Damien makes absolutely terrible decisions and that’s why I enjoy writing him. He’s awful. It’s okay to like him even if he’s awful. It’s also okay to want to see him redeemed because I think it’s lovely to see the best in people. But liking a terrible fictional character is not a problem as long as you know they’re terrible, imo.
title from ‘castle of glass’ by linkin park. another of those fake dating aus because apparently they’re the source of my life.
She was going to kill Mary
It’s one thing being set
up on a blind date. Emma had suffered through enough of those; her
sister-in-law kindly believes that there’s a soulmate out there for everyone,
and the way to find them is through chance encounters. Emma gets plenty of
chance encounters. Nothing like being a bail bondswoman to introduce you to a
lot of men.
(She had pointed that out
to Mary Margaret the day before. Her sister-in-law had frowned, raised an
eyebrow, and said, “Yes, you definitely want to spend the rest of your life
with a criminal who you caught while wearing four-inch stilettos. No, you’re
going out to dinner with a friend of a friend of a friend that I heard was
recently single. Tomorrow night. At seven. Be prepared.” She had then kissed
Emma on the cheek, pushed her toward the couch, and had left Emma’s apartment
without so much as a chipper “bye!”)
It’s quite another thing
being stood up on a blind date.
Summary: Dean’s made his deal and the Reader is unhappy about it. Denial and a hefty dose of ignoring Dean seem to be her way of trying to fix her broken heart, but will it work?
Warnings: Language, angst, implied smut, Dean being a turd and the Reader deflecting his attempts to fix things.
A/N: This was a request from @waywardlullabies from literally 3,000 years ago that I am just now finishing. Thank you vacation for the stroke of inspiration and thank you insomnia for the time to write it. Based off the song End Credits by EDEN. If you haven’t checked out this little indie band you are FUCKING MISSING OUT. So do yourself a favor and listen before reading this. Or listen while reading. And after. And for the rest of your life. You’re welcome. Also, this is entirely third person. Which I’m liking.
Sun is blaring through the open windows, the spring air the perfect temperature. Everything should be perfect, and if someone were to be looking in from the outside, if someone were to bump into the handsome young man and pretty young girl in the sleek black car, they’d think it was. Because that’s what spring offers, a feeling of hope, new beginnings, new life.
Confession. That word scares humans on a daily basis because it can have a positive or negative outcome. People like to take their chances, but the probability of it going their way is slim. Nonetheless, individuals do it anyways because the result could be the one the person wants. Everyone just has to be optimistic and never stop believing that anything can happen.