looking cool and helping out

excited to share that i will be working at ign entertainment as a designer starting june 1! my first job out of school and what better way to start my career than to make stuff promoting video games :D


So I’m working like a dog on uni animation and art and it has hit the point that I need something else arty to do on the side. Something mindless and fun, no drama no stress but creative nonetheless. 

Like doodling blog impressions! This lot is, in order, @gharesh-ri @deenaabeanie @sprongtoosh @neorescue and @blue-moon-42

Willing to do more, so like… show me some blogs maybe? It’d be nice to have a stash of names to the side easy to pluck up, although do understand I probably won’t get to everything. I gotta treat these like little breaks, just something to warm up or down with when I’ve had enough drawing of the same thing over and over and over @_@

But as for the process: I check out your blog and doodle to my strongest impression. What it keys in on depends on what catches my thought process the most! It might be theme displays, music playlists, titles, descriptions, or even some posts on the page I hit. Who knows, it’s a mystery. 

I was asked to show my face so here it is

Yugioh Vrains ep. 2 thoughts

Gotta be honest that was a pretty fun duel. Great that Blue Angel got to help out as well. Decode Talker look really cool and so does Link Summoning.

Can’t help to wonder more about Yusaku’s past (also he’s really cute as a baby)
So the Knight of Hanoi…did he die?
Also I’m really enjoying the soundtrack, really fits with the series.


       zodiac meme: libra + resident evil
♎ requested by mochachino​ and rcdfield​ ♎

met a friend today!!!
if u know stuff abt mantises i tagged this with like 100000 questions lmao thanks

TITLE: Tricking the trickster

Sweat dripped down the back of your neck, the moisture forming a darker patch of fabric between your shoulder blades than the rest of the tunic. It wasn’t from the heat of fire encasing your hands, that never bothered you, but rather the exertion Loki was putting you through.

“I don’t know how much longer I can focus,” you said through gritted teeth, eyes following the princeling as he continued pacing back and forth around you, watching you. 

“You aren’t focusing very well if you’re talking to me,” he pointed out, giving you a tiny smirk before turning his attention back to the book he had in his hand, ignoring you as you should be ignoring him. 

“Maybe if I had incentive to do well, I’d try harder,” you argued back, taking a second to give him a sultry wink. Loki’s answering smirk made your insides quiver, almost causing you to lose focus. 

‘You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?’ his voice purred within your mind, a feather light touch letting you know he was present there as well as in the room. Two seconds later, he was gone. And you slammed back into place that iron wall that would usually keep him out, huffing for having fallen for his alluring words once again. Silver tongue was most certainly correct.

As much as you wanted to stop, you couldn’t. Loki’s magic was fighting with yours. Yet, he being the more experienced, and way more powerful, he didn’t even break a sweat and could focus on multiple things at once. Giant slabs of ice were threatening to crush you, razor sharp icicles jutting out from each slab, one on either side. Your hands were extended out, flames being pushed into the walls. Unfortunately, as fast as they were melting, they were reforming. A low growl of frustration was forced out of you. Your arms were aching, your mind exhausted.

Loki and you had struck a deal. A week ago, after you had enchanted your way into his chambers to steal back a prized possession of yours, he had trapped you. Both with his words and with his enchantments. Either you became his apprentice, or he would turn you in to his father. All your ‘activities’ as one of the sorceress’ that caused so much mischief had alerted the King of Asgard. The power was unchecked, but he hadn’t been able to find out who you were or capture you. Not as his son had.

“Loki,” you groaned, knees starting to wobble and threaten to collapse. Those green eyes looked at you from over the pages of his reading material, watching for two seconds before turning down again. A silent indication to continue with your exercise.

Another two minutes and the icicles were now just brushing your skin, hissing and melting upon contact only to reform. 

You weren’t powerful enough. 

Something felt as if it suddenly ripped within you, a huge flare up engulfing your body and the blocks of frozen water in flames. As soon as it appeared, it was extinguished.

“Was that so hard?” he asked, licking a finger before turning a page.

Loki’s book went up in flames.

When he did look at you, he found you were soaking wet, but the moisture it was quickly turning into steam. Harsh pants were heard and he watched as your knees collapsed, unable to support your weight after the extreme exertion. The annoyance from you having turned his book to ash was replaced with a pleased expression. Learning your limits was the first step.

“Get up, you need food to keep up your strength,” he encouraged, raising a brow when you didn’t so much as give him a vulgar gesture or curse at him.


Loki immediately stepped over to your side, kneeling next to you and slipping an arm under your shoulders to lift you into a sitting position. 

“I can’t,” you mumbled, sweat now beading down your face and creating a sheen across all visible skin. “Too much, too hot.”

Loki moved his hand to your forehead, palm laying against the heated skin. You sharply inhaled at the stark temperature difference, pressing yourself more into his touch. 

He saw his mistake now. A week was not enough for you to reach the limits of your abilities and not overdo it. Your body wasn’t accustomed to the massive amounts of heat it had to produce in  order to keep him at bay. A mouse against a tiger. Cursing the nine realms, he removed his hand from your forehead and slipped that arm under your knees. Cradling you to his chest, Loki exited the old rooms he had used to study in and proceeded to take you up into his personal chambers. You haven’t been back in here since having been trapped a few steps in.

Depositing you on one of the couches, he slipped off his armor and leather jacket, keeping on his normal, deep green tunic. “I’m only doing this out of necessity,” he gave you a cool look before helping you out of your soaked outer clothes, leaving you in garments similar to his. With those gone, he picked you back up again, the coolness of his skin easily passing through your thin layers to ease your feverish temperature.

“I swear, I won’t do this again until you’re ready,” Loki muttered, more to himself than anything. This was his fault. He wasn’t aware of how little you used your gifts of flame. The tricks you utilized were the easiest, the flames not as easily mastered. 

“I forgive you,” you murmured, leaning your head against his throat, tucking yourself under his chin. “You want to test me, and I want to piss you off,” you continued in a teasing manner, knowing Loki was smiling too. 

He continued to hold you against him for the next fifteen minutes until you were beginning to get the chills from being so close to him. It was only then he carefully set you down upon your feet, keeping an arm around your waist once he noticed how wobbly you still were. Loki was still smirking, enjoying finally having you show a little weakness. Until now, the two of you would argue, flirt, train, then taunt each other some more. Neither of you wished to show weakness, or admit feelings for one another.

 Ultimately, today had changed that.

Loki lead you out onto his balcony, the setting sun still spreading just enough warmth to ease your chills. Your strength was returning, but no way were you going to tell Loki to let you go. His arm kept you close, the coolness of his fingers sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Do you think you will be able to return home alright?” he murmured, looking down at your face. 

“I don’t know,” you answered, leaving out the part about you not wanting to leave. After seeing how Loki had reacted to your burn out, it made you realize how much he cared. He had let his icy personality crack. The two of you continued to stand outside in comfortable silence, watching the sun as it set completely.

“Then you should stay here with me for the night, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” Loki grinned, leaning down and pressing his lips against the top of your head. Warmth spread through your stomach. 

“Is that the only reason?” you inquired, a tiny smirk beginning to uplift the corners of your mouth. Loki’s jade eyes twinkled as your gazes met, mischief present within them. He was a bit surprised when he found the same look.

“Of course,” Loki answered, voice dropping into a purr. He let you go and proceeded to back through the double doors, his eyes being the last thing to disappear. You proceeded to follow him, tiptoeing on silent feet. He was seated on the edge of his bed, beckoning to you. Your cheeks flamed red. 

“The only reason?” you repeated again, stopping a foot from him. His wink was enough to make you crack, hurling yourself the last step, hoping to crash into his arms and his lips.

Unfortunately, you passed right through him, getting a face full of his silken sheets. 

“By the rainbow,” you seethed, rolling onto your back only to have the real Loki lay himself on top of you and capture your lips with his. 

You may or may not have burst into flames.

AUBviscom: Title Sequence_Texture Test


I really like how this looks. I’m going to try out more experiments to see how looks with more complex scenes. Changing the illustrator files is causing some errors with the 3d keyframing though. Even in this scene, the click of the crown to the baby has broken. Slightly concerned this might cause lots of errors throughout my comp, which would be too time consuming to go with. I’ll try it out though. It looks cool! and helps the illustrations feel way more dynamic.

pidgelesbian  asked:

heyo! i'm the gay shit™ running pridelesbians and I'm here to ask for a promo. my goal is to raise awareness about the official lesbian flag so it's basically me reblogging a fuckton of lesbian flag edits and publishing submissions like fan art. help a gal pal out?

That looks so cool omg! Go follow @pridelesbians people.

the current enemy lineup of Blockbusters. i don’t want to name them, and would rather have players come up with their own monikers. regardless, theyre referred to internally as ‘goon’, ‘guns’, ‘buster’, ‘strafe’ and ‘beetle’

(boss sandbagged dinosaurs.)

i’ve decided to push a sort of action-figures-and-cartoon buy-all-our-playsets-and-toys aesthetic to help along the intended goofiness of the tone and to help quell the dumber, video gamier questions by superseding video game logic with dumb cartoon logic; things like ‘why is this large heavily armored man attacking me with melee weapons, while the setting is clearly advanced to the point that i have this big dumb gun?’ being answered by voodoos like ‘no but spear hands though’ and ‘look he’s cool though’

it’s the little details that help flesh out the world, you know? you have to be prepared to answer these sorts of thing

you’re wearing your favorite skirt.
you spent ten minutes on your eyeliner.
you are here to feel indestructible.
he undresses you with his eyes and you tug on the hemline.
he stares and you look at the floor.
he bites his lip like he’s thinking of shattering you.
you came to dance like no one’s watching.
his gaze is burning into your skin.
you are beautiful and you know it.
he is not looking away.
you are beautiful and he knows it too.
he stares at you like you are a piece of meat.
you are beautiful and it terrifies you.
he is very, very hungry.

On Dancing at Concerts and the Male Gaze 

by Auriel Haack