Yay, I got the chance to color one of my new favorite villains, Angor Rot from the Dreamworks show Trollhunters. 8D As always it was a bit hard to figure out his colors from a 3D Modell (the colors always depends too much on the lights), but it made fun nonetheless, especially since I always wanted to color something from kusuarts. I enjoyed working on this a lot. x3
If someone does not want to accept all the colors and he thinks that a color is better and should have more rights than another, or that a rainbow is dangerous because it represents all the colors, the worse for him: this someone will be left without music
This one was inspired by this gorgeous pic. I blame it fully for this drabble and its tooth-rotting fluff.
The garden had been a sanctuary for Azriel and Elain since the very start of their relationship, back when they had been nothing more than tentative friends thrown together in a time of need. But even then, Azriel had always enjoyed being able to sit on one of the many benches, wings out as he quietly watched Elain tend to the blooming flowers. It was a still, soothing peace – one that he had often yearned for in his long existence, but rarely attained. His friends were a rowdy bunch after all, and the world was forever a dangerous place; far too dangerous to allow him any measure of rest.
But Elain, lovely Elain… she could calm Azriel down like no other and yet could also set him all ablaze with a single touch. (She was shy and sweet, no doubt, but underneath all of that careful poise, underneath all of the ingrained manners and etiquette, was a fiercely passionate heart. She was truly a wondrous thing to behold, in every aspect of life.)
As their relationship progressed from friendship into something else entirely, they spent more and more of their time in the garden of the house she kept with her sisters. Azriel treasured the moments they had together amidst the carefully manicured plants… Like when he would be lounging on his usual bench, eyes closed against the bright sun, until Elain would suddenly be at his side, a small smile tugging at berry-colored lips. She’d settle softly next to him without out a word, her body half on top of his so they could both fit on the bench’s narrow iron frame.
There was just nothing quite like the sheer warmth of those moments. He hoped the memories of them would forever stay clear in his mind, that even decades, centuries from now, he would remember the feeling of Elain Archeron lying atop his chest, her head tucked into the crook of his neck as he ran his fingers through soft, soft hair.
The first time she’d done it, laid with him like that, she’d been so hesitant, afraid of making the wrong move, of scaring him off… afraid of asking for what she truly wanted after she’d had her heart so brutally broken. But when Azriel had opened his eyes to find her standing nervously in front of his bench, her hand half raised towards him, he had only reached out and tugged her onto him. He could bear her weight easily, and would gladly do so for as long as she wished. Elain, for her part, had worn a soft smile as she slowly relaxed into his body, her cheeks flushed with color. There was no embarrassment in her countenance, however, not with Azriel.
So, yes, their time in the garden was precious. It was a place so wholly peaceful that even Azriel, who lived the majority of his life wreathed in shadows, who greeted pain as an old friend, could not help but bask in it. It was also the only place that seemed to ease the visions that so often plagued Elain. Though it did not happen nearly as often as it once had, there were still days where her mind was so full of the threads of their futures that she could barely think. Days where Azriel could do nothing more than be there and listen to the soft murmurings of futures he could barely decipher, watching over the world around them as Elain’s eyes remained clouded and sightless.
There was nothing else he could do… but bring her into their favorite sanctuary. The peace of the garden helped to rein in her visions, the quiet buzz of life around them giving her strength. It was the familiarity, Azriel thought, that helped her most; the one tie apart from her sisters that she continued to have to her former mortal life.
Today was another bad day. Azriel had awoken to Elain’s feverish mutterings, had tried to calm her in his usual way (soft hands stroking down her sides, kisses pressed to her shoulders as he tried to bring her back into the present). When that didn’t work, he immediately wrapped a shawl around Elain’s shoulders (modest even in immortality, Azriel knew she be humiliated if she woke to find herself in nothing but her thin night gown) and spared a brief moment to pull on some pants, forgoing a shirt in his urgency. He lifted Elain gently, holding her tight to his bare chest as he walked them down into the ever-peaceful garden.
Instead of heading to their bench, however, he sat amidst the grass, Elain laying against him in the v of his legs. He knew that she would come back faster down here, amidst the product of all her hard work, the flowers rustling in a gentle breeze. So Azriel sat, keeping his arms around the seer as a reminder that he was there, but loose enough that she didn’t feel locked in. (It was hard for her, when her body was here with him, but her mind elsewhere. She was often panicked when she came back.)
Azriel sat and he did what he did best. He listened. His wings were a shelter around them, the riddles of Elain’s visions contained within as she muttered them to him. Azriel memorized them all, catalogued them for later. He was the spymaster after all, even on days like these.
Slowly, slowly he felt Elain return from wherever she’d been. He only relaxed fully when she crawled away from him though, her hands going into the flowers all around them. Her mind was still half in the future, eyes slightly glazed, but she kept her hands busy, using the task in front of her to regain control. Azriel watched as she methodically picked flowers, weaving them together with a kind of artistry that all of the Archeron sisters, even Nesta, seemed to possess.
He stayed carefully silent as he leaned back onto his elbows, his attention never wavering from Elain. She looked so heart-achingly beautiful in the dawn light, soft and gentle but with that innate strength of hers shining through as she slowly mastered her powers.
And then she finally, finally blinked. Her eyes were clear as they gazed at him. Blessedly lucid.
“There she is,” he said softly, proudly.
Elain immediately smiled, even through her exhaustion and pain. She crawled back into his embrace, wrapped loose arms around his shoulders as she ducked her forehead against his. Her eyes closed. “Hello,” she said, her voice filled with relief.
Azriel’s hand went under her hair to rest on the back of her neck. “Hello,” he responded in kind.
(There would be time to question her about the visions later. She deserved a little bit of peace first. She always did. Azriel would have given everything he had, if only he could continue to give Elain Archeron the peace she deserved.)
She shifted back a bit from him, her arms falling into her lap as she looked at the flowery creation she held in one hand. Her fingers trailed over the red and pink petals.
“What’s that?” he asked.
A mischievous glint lit in Elain’s tired eyes. “It’s for you.” She crooked a finger at him, gesturing for him to duck forward.
He did so. And then Elain reached up placed the flowers atop his head, hands almost benevolent as she settled them in his hair. Azriel blinked in surprise. A crown. She’d made him a crown. He felt something like heat fly to his cheeks.
“I’m not entirely sure a spy like me is fit to wear a crown,” Azriel finally managed to reply, sardonic.
Elain watched him for a moment, her fingers tracing over the whorls of the Illyrian tattoos that covered his shoulders. (Their design was unlike those of his brothers – these swirls looked like smoke and mist and shadow.) Finally, she looked up to meet his burning gaze. “You’re much more than just a spy, Azriel,” she said in a soft voice that left no room for argument. “And you deserve more than just a crown.”
He had to swallow past the emotion in his throat when she took one of his hands in hers, kissing the inside of his scarred palm without fear or revulsion.
“Regardless, I think something’s missing here,” Azriel told her after a pause, reaching out to pick a pretty white flower with his free hand. He put it gently behind her ear, tucking her hair around it. “There. Now we match.”
Elain responded with rosy cheeks and a smile… and then by throwing her arms around him again, pressing kisses to his jaw. She was always so beautifully tactile with him, especially after a vision. He buried his head in her neck for a long moment, wanting to just breathe her in. Her arms tightened around him at that, fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck. Azriel held on long enough to be surrounded by nothing but Elain, by her comforting scent.
When he reluctantly loosened his hold, she didn’t go far, only placing her forehead against his. This time she kept her eyes open though, and he would had to be blind not to see the love and adoration and want shining there.
“Hello,” he said again, his mouth mere inches from hers, his voice rough.
“Hello,” she replied, breathless.
Azriel’s eyes flicked down to her lips for the briefest moment. “I’m going to have to kiss you now.”
Elain smiled, a thing so bright it was almost painful. “If you insist.”
And he did. After all, how could he not? It was Elain.
This is Georgie. I’m the anon who is having trouble finding his breed, so I’d like some opinions.
My friend told me she saw schnauzer, and we believe he’s also part shih tzu and part some sort of terrier.
If coat coloring means anything, the second picture is him without a groom for several months.
He’s 4 years old and weighs about 27 pounds. I’d love to hear other people’s’ thoughts!
Georgie likes to nap on the kitchen table, and sometimes the stove. We don’t know how he used to get up there. He likes to dress up as Santa Paws every year. He has lil bear paws.
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHIZPOST
DOODLE TO SEE IF I COULD DOODLE WITH WATERCOLORS
BUT IT ENDED UP BEING CUTE?
LIKE I WAS GOING FOR A “i’m snas undertale the small and chubby goblin huihuihui.” But it ended up more of a
“I’m sans da schweet littol munchkin luv me or die.” Kinda thing
HIS WIDDLE ARMS ARE SO SHORT COMPARED TO HIS LEGS BUT I LUV HIM LIEK ODD SON.
A/N: I woke up at 7:30 in the morning and I couldn’t get this out of my head so this is what happens. Read on AO3
Clarke rushes to the radio, lying on the floor beside her as Madi sleeps in the back of the rover. There’s a crackle, a voice shouting her name as she fumbles for the on button.
“This is Clarke, over.”
“ARK to Clarke is anyone there? I repeat, is anyone listening?”
There’s static for a moment until she hears a muffled gasp on the other end. A shaky voice, a woman’s voice, saying like she’s just experienced a miracle, “Clarke?”
“Yeah.” Clarke mumbles, hastily wiping her eyes. It’s been over six years since anyone other than Madi has said her name and she didn’t expect that hearing it would make her feel so alive.
“It’s Raven, we’re coming home.”
Clarke leans back, covering her mouth as she gasps for air, it’s like the entire universe just became a little bit brighter.
“Aim for the one spot of green and you’ll find me.”
There’s a watery chuckle on the other end, she can almost see Raven shaking her head in fondness, “We’ll see you in exactly 17 minutes.”
“See you then.”
Clarke throws her head back and sighs, looking up at the sky. The other ship, the one that gave her hope and then took it away, they were criminals, which made her smile until she realized the danger she was in. They had moved to leave in the trees just beyond, she’s implied that she’d claimed this land and she had but it wasn’t official. It was just her and Madi. Which speaking of her adopted daughter, she jumps off the hood and goes to wake her up.
“Hi Madi, they’ve come back.”
“Now?” she asks, voice groggy with sleep.
“In a few minutes but we don’t want miss this.”
The girl nods, slowly bringing herself up and out of the Rover. After 4 years of spending nearly every minute of every day together, Clarke can see the nuances of every single expression that crosses Madi’s features and the pinched eyebrows, the wobbly lip, the way she squeezes Clarke’s hand really tightly. Her daughter, her savior, was absolutely terrified of something and trying to hide it. Once they got out to the front to the Rover, Clarke bends down so she’s eye level with Madi and brushes a strand of hair from out of her face, asking, “What it is?”
Just finished redoing this Shinrin boy of mine, Dr. Reid.
Yes I named him after my favorite character from Criminal Minds a long time ago lol.
The old original is on the right, and the redone version is on the left.
Emerald Green =
Triumph, Hyper, Energetic, Mischevious
Dark Green =
Disgusted, Ill, Nauseous
Teal = Alert, Nervous
Ice Blue = Fear,
Light Blue = Sleepy,
True Blue = Relaxed,
Dark Blue = Bored
Serious, Confident, Concentrating
Violet = Happy,
Light Purple =
Magenta = Embarrassed
Dark Pink = Silly
Light Pink = Flirty,
White = Hollow,
Grey = Sad, Hopeless,
Dejected, Discouraged, Gloomy
Blue-Grey = Sad for
The Iris cabin had been getting really tiered of the son of
Hades walking around looking like a charcoal sketch all the time, so one day
they devised a plan and teamed up with the Hecate cabin to charm Nico’s clothes
so that they changed color with his mood. Of course no one would have ever
expected the results that they got.
“Do you really think that this is a good idea?” one of the
Iris campers asked as they snuck into cabin 13 before sunrise with a member of
the Hecate cabin. “Shhh! Would you be quiet, the mist won’t work if he hears
us!” the Hecate camper said as they clamped a hand over the other’s mouth. The
two of them had been selected by their cabins to sneak into the Hades cabin to
charm Nico’s wardrobe, after much debating they had come up with the idea that
Nico needed to wear more colors but they figured that if they just said
something he wouldn’t be happy, and if they just dyed all of his clothes then
he’d really be mad. So here they were Iris and Hecate cabins teamed up to cast
a charm on all of the son of Hades’ clothes so that like a mood ring, they
would change colors depending on what he was feeling.
They had hidden themselves as best they could from the
patrol harpies while they snuck into Nico’s cabin, now all they needed to do
was enchant his clothes and get out before he woke up. “Over here.” The Iris
camper whispered and motioned to where Nico stored his things. The two of them
carefully laid everything out neatly and set to work with the spell, once that
was done they put everything back the way it was and quietly made their way
back out. All that was left now was to wait and see what happened.
Nico woke up and sat in bed for a few minutes while he let the
sleep fade from his mind. Once he was fully awake he crawled out of bed and got
ready for the day. He grabbed a simple pair of dark jeans and a dark grey
t-shirt and threw them on before heading out to breakfast at the dining pavilion.
When he stepped outside he had to shield his eyes from the glare of the early morning
sun, without him noticing his shirt momentarily changed color to orange but quickly
returned to its original shade of washed out grey.
As Nico was walking someone ran up beside him and placed an
arm over his shoulder catching him by surprise, his shirt and jeans both turned
lime green for a split second but returned to normal as he turned and saw Jason
standing next to him. “Oh it’s you, what do you want Jason?” Nico asked as he
slipped out from under the other boys arm. Jason stood there trying to figure
out if he had really just seen Nico’s clothes change color, it was so fast he
wasn’t sure if maybe he had just imagined it. “Did… Never mind, I thought I’d
walk with you to breakfast.”
Nico shrugged not really noticing the change in what his
friend had been about to say. “Sure.” The two of them carried on, Nico just
walking as if everything was normal meanwhile Jason kept glancing over at the
younger boy to see if the weird color change would happen again.
Over behind one of the cabins stood the two half-bloods that
had placed the charm on Nico’s clothes, they had seen it working but had
noticed that it only lasted a very short time and seemed to only occur with
intense emotions, never the less their plan had worked, all that was left was
to see how well and if the son of Hades would end up sending an army of skeletons
after both cabins when this was all over with.
Nico sat down at the table designated to the children of the
Big Three so that they didn’t have to sit alone for the remainder of the
summer. Jason sat down next to him still glancing over from time to time and
Nico had noticed and it was starting to bug him, which was made apparent when his
shirt turned orange once more as he turned to look at the blond. “What?” Jason
continued to stare with his mouth opening and closing but no words came out.
Nico raised an eyebrow at him. “Seriously what is up with you this morning?”
Nico asked as he reached for his glass that filled with orange juice.
Jason finally found his voice and managed to stammer out his
thoughts. “What is up with me? What is up with your clothes?” he pointed at
Nico’s clothing but by then they had returned to their original colors again,
Nico looked down at himself and then back at his friend with a puzzled look and
once more his shirt changed right before the son of Zeus’s eyes, this time becoming yellow. Jason quickly
pointed to show Nico what he meant and this time Nico saw what was happening
just before it turned back to normal.
Nico jumped up as his clothes turned a bright lime green and
then quickly turned from Teal to ice blue to a bright magenta as his emotions
ranged from shocked, nervous, panicked, and embarrassed that this was happening
and where everyone could see. Because of his sudden movement and the quick succession
of bright colors flashing over his clothing most people had stopped what they
were doing to look at him. “W-What?! What’s happening?!” He asked not really
knowing who to direct the question to but still wanting to know. His shirt and
pants changed to more of a yellow- green color now but went right back to magenta
and then to brown.
He looked up to see that more of his friends had arrived and
were now standing nearby looking at him sort of shocked. Not wanting to hear
what they might have to say he looked around quickly and spotted a spot that
was more shaded that the rest and ran for it knowing that this was probably not
a great idea but needing to get away so that he could figure this out, he
jumped into the shadows. As the shadows engulfed him he heard cries of alarm
from his friends and he heard one voice above all shouting at him. “Nico No!”
but he was already gone.
Nico re-emerged in
some room in what seemed to be the Big house. He was thankful that his random
jump hadn’t taken him somewhere dangerous or too far away, and he was
especially grateful that he hadn’t faded and become one with the shadows,
though he noted that his fingertips weren’t all that solid and he hoped that
the effects were only temporary and would return to normal soon.
He found a spot by the window and sat their hoping that the
sunlight would help take away the chill that lingered after shadow traveling. He
leaned his head back against the wall as his eyes drooped slightly, he was
still weary after even short jumps and he knew that if Will caught up with him
after this he would get a lecture on using his underworldy powers without
doctor’s consent. As he thought about this his clothes changed from a lime
green to light blue to light pink to orange but returned to their regular
colors as he closed his eyes to rest.