That was mean and horrible… What I did to you, Ms. Grant. Oh, please. I’ve base jumped Mount Kilimanjaro. Do you really think you scared me? Well, okay, yes, you did scare me. I know I scared the whole city. And now I’m so afraid that I’m never gonna win them back.
Here is my submission for the #trollhuntersfanartcontest !(submitted on instagram)! Meet Kundara, the Defender. Originally hailing from the caves beneath Mount Kilimanjaro, she single-handedly defended the newly-settled Troll Market from an invading army. Kundara is friendly and kind, but also fierce. And while Blinky encourages her more scholarly Trollhunter pursuits, Kundara would rather be training in The Forge.
I approached this design as if I were designing at @headlessstudio-blog (they did the concept art for the show), and really tried to keep it in their style (sort of like a character test). Along with the final paint, I’ve included a rough pose sheet (to show how she moves wearing the armor and wielding the sword), as well as my original rough design (just for fun). https://instagram.com/p/BVq46CLg80K/ @dreamworksanimation
The giant groundsels are an interesting plant genus, only growing on mountain ridges in Africa: D. kilimanjari is only known to grow on Mount Kilimanjaro (Tanzania).
Every species in the Dendrosenecio genus has its own isolated habitat and show signs of adaptation to their own environment; they are a perfect example of Adaptive Speciation. The “flying islands” of these mountain ridges are extremely cold and very dry (since the actually grow above the clouds), so the plants have invested in some adaptations like:
doesn’t register until after he hits solid ground, scrabbling to his knees and
clutching a heaving chest as he cries out Sam’s name. And then Castiel
remembers: a woman. Blood dripping from her fingers. An insidiously chirpy
accent. A blinding burst of pure white.
he stands on his own two feet, pawing at the walls and squinting at the iridescent
glare of lights along what appears to be an empty corridor, every bit as cold
and sterile as the angels inhabiting this place.
back in heaven.
isn’t certain how he ended up here—he expected the Mojave Desert; the inside of
Mount Kilimanjaro, perhaps—or more importantly, why. But that doesn’t stop him from immediately making his next
move, a flurry of trench coat behind him as he calls up the intra-celestial
transit for the residential district.
visits the D sector.
are other plaques with the name Dean Winchester, although none display the
birthdate belonging to his Dean. For
a brief moment, Castiel can feel his heart begin to sink into his stomach, but he
squares his shoulders and steels himself. There could be other explanations: maybe
Dean hasn’t made it through processing yet. Yes, that must be it. Amara had left
a massacre in her wake; even with the few reapers that stuck around after
Death’s passing, there could be an entire backlog of souls waiting to cross
over. Dean could still be in limbo; Dean could be—
on the list,” the head of Intake Operations says pointedly, barely
glancing over her monitor to look Castiel in the eye.
he human and in need of a functioning cardiovascular system, his heart skips so
many beats that he’d be pronounced clinically dead. “What do you mean?”
His knuckles whiten, insides churning. “How is that possible?”
mean he’s not on the list,” she repeats, slower this time, as if Castiel’s
brain were made of dried dung. “A man with his track record…surely you’ve
considered there’s a reason for that.”
creeps up along the edge of his sight, his fists clenching and head spinning. No. No, that—she’s wrong. She has to be wrong. Because that means…
Winchester"—he’s shaking so hard, he’s nearly spewing at her through gritted
teeth, tunnel vision turning from black to red—"is a better man than you. Better
than…than all of you!” He
gestures wildly to the rest of the room as everyone freezes, all eyes on him,
and let them stare—let them. “You
were all willing to just…give up, and
hands fall to his sides, the tears bitter on his lips. He couldn’t teach fish
to read poetry.
fish possibly know about love?
exits—less than gracefully, he’ll admit—but he thinks that if he stays one
moment longer, they’ll have to drag him away after testing his right swing on
any angel within a ten-foot radius. Because now he gets it; he gets the anger and the fear and why Dean was always so
quick to throw himself into the fray. He gets what it feels like to be used as
a punching bag and what it feels like finally
want to punch back. He gets why Dean always fought tooth and nail for
everything he wanted and—
instead of that deep, unrequited ache, suddenly, a surge of warmth blooms in
the hollow of his chest, a familiar longing calling out to him.
There’s someone you’re gonna wanna meet,
Mom. He’s a little dorky, but I think you’ll like him. ‘Cause you were right