six pieces

Art Hiatus

Okay. So im a senior in high school. ive got college and scholoarships to apply for, ive got school, grades and hours to make up for, six pieces of digital art in four weeks, i need a job eventually, i dont have anytime for myself anymore and i am honestly so so so super stressed. Im putting all video games, fanart, and anykind of art outside of school on hold because i dont have the mental capasity for this. Im sorry

you know what’s probably more fun than playing chess? cheating at chess

ohhh would you look at that, my pawns found jesus and now they’re all bishops”

“so i realize it looks like i’m putting a thimble on the board but actually my rooks have been using their downtime to build another rook, one that’s better, stronger, faster—”

“hey welcome back. while you left to get a snack, those six pieces you’d captured slipped their guards, tunneled to safety and emerged right in the middle of your royal palace.”

“oof, looks like you’ve got my king cornered…maybe this is a good time to mention that shortly before we started playing, my pawns and knights revolted and instituted a representative democracy. feel free to kill the puppet ruler that was the one remaining vestige of our tyranny, you cringing servant of the crown. vive la revolution!

poor akaashi, it must be so hard being loved by so many dogs

“You shouldn’t make friends with crows.”
“Why not?”
He’d looked up from his desk to answer, but whatever he’d been about to say had vanished on his tongue.
The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbour wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.
“Why not?” she’d repeated, eyes still closed.
He said the first thing that popped into his head. “They don’t have any manners.”
“Neither do you, Kaz.” She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

- Six of Crows, @lbardugo

The best kind of mail is the bookish kind!

(muffled rap music playing in the distance)

i’ve been messing with this off and on for ages, but Crooked Kingdom comes out this month, so it’s time to release it out into the world. the initial idea was an Ocean’s Eleven-ish movie poster. i love all these characters and i’m stoked as hell to get more of their story!!

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Fans who have dreamed of stepping inside the surreal imagination of Guillermo del Toro now have their chance. Opening today at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, Guillermo del Toro: At Home with Monsters offers a rare look at more than six hundred pieces from the iconic Mexican filmmaker’s private collection of drawings, paintings, sculptures, and other artifacts.

Inside the Guillermo del Toro Collection

McHanzo Week, Day Six- Ultimate Swap: Mustang Bullet

Inspired by @crocodiller‘s Day Six piece!

Hot Damn, I didn’t think I’d get this finished before Midnight today. 

McCree’s Ult now is a bullet that surrounds itself with the power of a wild stampeding mustang. 

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Contains stills traced from rough animations from Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron.

Copyrights- Blizzard (McCree), Dreamworks (Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron)

rogue-gods  asked:

T̼̲h̺͇́ͤ̈́̔ͪẻ̟͎̲̬̑ͪ͊ͬ ̩̳͓̳̻͔̳̐̿͐ͮͥ̑ṱ̹͇̝̺̓̐r͎̅ͥ͛̽̊̽̽uͦͨͥ̍̓̆̚҉t̻̅̏ͣ͌̀h̦͊̽̋̆ͨ̀̚ ̨̑̔ṭ̯̫̬̖ͧ̒͜h̺͛̏̾̓a̵̗̤̼̭ͧ̄t͗ͬ̓͒̕ ̲̬͙͇̻͛ͧ̃̑̑͂̚l̟͖͎͉͈i̺̫͕̙̜̳͔͡e͖s̡̱̬͈̝̖̘̲̅ͦ ̞̻̫̳̱͆ͥ̊i̞̰̞̲̻͒ͯͤ͂ͭn̨͕̭̼͕̪̘̐̃͑̓ͬs̟̘͔ͪi͙̦̰̤̞̐ͯ̅͑͛̚͜d̪̖̜̞̯̱̆̏́ẹ̗̹̥̬̒ͦ͗͆͆.̘̓͋͐ͬ̒̄̓S̢̡͇̰̮̦͍͕͎̪͗̓͋͑ͪ̎͛ͬ̎ͬ̌̓̽͟͝ͅe̸̶̮͈̻̲̥̱̯̐͆͋̓ͣ͌͒͂͋͠t̨̢͇̤̼͓̳̭̫͔̩̪̭͓̘͊͒̅́̐̍̇ͨ̎͛͜͡ ̸̷̨͚̞͓̙̻̩̫͖̯̬̤͓̹͕͍̾ͩͩ͑́̔͂ͮ̎̀͊̽̍̆̇̓̉ͣ͝i̶̦̘͚̖̦̙̮͔͆̒̅͛́̂̏̎̐̍ͩ̑̔̌̓͑̀̚t̸̪̖͕̜̘̥̦̥́̔ͯ̏ͯ̎͛̇̋̒̃̿͗̂͌̿̕͞͠͞ ̴̛͚̜͔̹͕̺̠̩̲̙͙̦̤̖̥̙͇ͤ͛̿ͫ̒ͅf̉ͩ̏͐ͮ̍͌̏҉̶͍͚̟͍̘̳̺͟r̢̺̟̱͖̩̰̘͙ͩ͛̐͛̇̉͐̾̏͋͘e̢̳͙̯̟̤̮͚̦̠̩̫̝̣ͩͮ͆͋ͦ̔ͬͦ̌ͧͨͤ̀͡e̅

Mallirin’s gaze lingered over his note for a long moment in silence, his expressionless stare breaking as Zaderick’s voice called out over the comm. “Essex here. Anyone else get a weird fucking note today?” His fingers curled into a tight fist, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the distorted words over the small scrap of parchment. They were stirring once again–louder than before, their words no longer secluded to his mind. “Yeah–I got one.” He muttered in response, his jaw clenching tightly.

This was not going to be fun.

(( @rogue-gods , @zaderick for mentions. ))