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anonymous asked:

So I'm starting to do pixel arts now, and I was thinking of doing the first scene of the comic, where error trapped fatal, and just wanted to clear with you whether it was OK?

Duuuuudeeee go for it! I can’t wait to see :’D

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ever since haligan pointed out that dhurke and jove look weirdly similar I’m starting to see vague similarities in takuro fuse’s “20s-30s man” designs but I can’t tell if it’s just the style or not……

TAG FOREVER LIST

My tag list has gotten out of control, with people who aren’t active anymore and I keep forgetting to add new people and I’m a mess. I am sorry. I’m starting a new one and please let me know who would like to be on it. Drop an ask, a reblog, a reply, message, smoke signal, carrier pigeon, etc etc. Love you all so much.

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25.2.27
I’m starting a 3m tall piece for assessment, and my art teacher had me fill this time lapse. I’ve just finished the first layer, and I have a lot of details to go

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Soo, I’ve decided to open commissions on OC latch hook rugs again since I recently finished one and I can use it as an example ^^; 


So! The way it’ll work is that you’ll send in a piece of art of your oc that you want it to be of and I’ll go out and buy the yarn and keep you updated as I work on it. I’ll also mail it to you when I’m done with it so you have to be able to get mail ! Try to keep pictures simple though as it isn’t that easy to make them based off of super detailed characters,,


 All of them will be around 9″ x 9″ (or larger) and will cost $10 for the supplies and shipping (sorry but the yarn isn’t cheap ;;) 


I do have two left that I still have to do (one that I’ve started on today) but I’m going to buy yarn tomorrow so I thought I’d put it out there ^^; 


Also the time that it takes me to do it will vary depending on the project but keep in mind that I am still a student and I have things to work on outside of this ;;

So here’s one that I finished a few days ago (character belongs to mecc/cchi) 

[First is the front of it and the second is the back]

And that’s about it ! If you’re interested just send me a message or an ask !

anonymous asked:

I'm so emotional about the Jones baby I'm so happy for them. That lil nugget is gonna be so cute and so loved by so many people. I'm gonna stop before I start crying. I'm so happy for Lindsey and Michael.

Everyone is so fucking excited for this baby, it’s great!

anonymous asked:

How does one go about accepting their blackness? In majority white institutions, I don't understand why a black person accepting and loving themselves scares and makes white people uncomfortable. I'm ready to love myself despite this fact being 17 but don't know how/where to start!

I’m so happy your ready to love yourself and it’s never too late to start. I can’t tell you how to live your life because it’s your journey as a minority. But what I will say Is love the things you have. You can’t change how you look but you change what you see. Be confident and don’t doubt yourself

[[ I liiiiiive! And I’ve returned to you with some writing! *distant cheering* I’m starting to work through my prompts, so if you’ve sent one in, never fear they have no been forgotten! For this prompt, @eclipseoftheheartandsoul​ asked for Deaged! Tony, Bucky and Steve, with Darcy calling baby Tony a stud. I hope you enjoy it, dear! ]]



The elevator lets out an obnoxious ‘ding’ as it arrives, the sound loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the room. The doors slide open to Darcy’s grinning face,
“Okay, so it’s ass o’clock in the morning and there’s more blood than caffeine in my system. What’s the emergenc- whoa!” Darcy cuts herself off mid tirade and blinks as Natasha bears down on her. The usually immaculate assassin is now anything but; her hair in a riotous mass of curls around a pale face bare of makeup. There’s what looks suspiciously like a jam kiss riding high on her left cheekbone, and a matching chocolate one on the opposite cheek. Natasha’s clothes aren’t faring much better, covered in glitter and scraps of felt.
“Okay, why does it look like a day care centre threw up on you?” Darcy wonders aloud, in the tone of someone who very much does not want the answer to that question. Natasha’s eye twitches worryingly, and Darcy spends a moment silently reciting her will, and then gets distracted by the thought of Thor carrying her coffin, alone and shirtless. The image is both morbid and hot, very hot. Muscles

When Darcy returns to reality, Natasha is still staring at her, patiently, like she knows Darcy just briefly left the planet.
“Children.” She enunciates carefully, when she realises Darcy is paying attention. Darcy blinks, and slides her gaze over the other woman’s shoulder to the disaster zone beyond. Bruce is sprawled across the couch, covered in glitter and snoring. Clint is dozing on the back of the couch, his hair spiked with an alarming green substance Darcy doesn’t dare identify. Even Thor looks exhausted, slumped on the floor and hugging Mjolnir like a particularly hard, hammer shaped safety blanket. Actually, now that she’s looking, the ends of his hair look a little singed.
Children did this?” Darcy finally gets out, and is treated to a repeat of Natasha’s eye twitch. “It looks like you were attacked by a horde of angry scrap bookers!” Darcy’s voice climbs in volume, and Natasha’s eyes go wide. She gets halfway through shushing the other woman when a soft ‘thump’ comes from another room, and Natasha goes still.
“Oh, no.” She whispers, as Clint snorts awake on the couch and Darcy looks on in bemusement.“The young sirs are awake.” JARVIS says, in the same tones one might say ‘the bomb is about to go off’, or ‘the zombies are at the door and you just used your last bullet’. Darcy belatedly wonders if she should have brought her taser, at least for comfort since she can’t see herself tasering small children, no matter how demonic. And then the sources of terror enter the room, and Darcy forgets about the state of the other Avengers entirely.Bucky enters first, and is easily recognised for his tiny metal arm. He’s wearing Iron Man pajama pants and a Hulk shirt, looking tousled and sleepy-eyed as he wanders in. Steve is behind him, tiny and fey looking with his white blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes. He’s clutching a teddy in one hand and Bucky’s flesh hand with the other. Tony is the last, and his appearance takes the longest for Darcy to compute.

He’s wearing a suit. He’s a tiny, dapper, immaculate little gentleman and Darcy just wants to smoosh his fabulous little face.
“Oh, my god look at them. Look at them.” Darcy whisper shrieks, and the kids blink at her with  varying levels of suspicion. After a moment, Tony walks past the other two, crosses the room and holds his hand out to her.
“Hello, ma’am. My name is Tony.” He says crisply, and while it’s adorable it’s also a little sad to see such perfect manners in someone so obviously young. Darcy grins and reaches down to shake his hand.
“Hi, Tony! I’m Darcy.” She replies, like this is totally normal, and is treated to a shy smile.
“You’re very pretty, Miss Darcy.” Tony whispers, like it’s a secret, and his little face goes all pink. Darcy almost swoons. Bucky barrels up next to Tony, Steve on the other side until Tony is smooshed between them.
“M’Bucky, an’ this is Steve.” Bucky declares, glaring pointedly at Darcy’s hand where it still cradles Tony’s until she lets go. Bucky immediately links his arm through Tony’s and Steve does the other, mutinous blue eyes staring up at her until Darcy feels wildly uncomfortable.
“Nice to meet you, boys.” She gets out weakly, and then can only watch as Tony is resolutely tugged away to a small table in the corner covered in art supplies. Evidently, the table is where everything started. Natasha stares mournfully after them, no doubt expecting another explosion of mess.
“I told you,” She says softly, and Darcy nods dazedly. After a moment of watching the three boys carefully orbiting each other’s space, she grins brightly.
“Dude, baby Tony is a stud!”

anonymous asked:

What classes, courses, etc did you have to be the composer you are? Where did you start?

I’m in a Lyft so this is going to be quick.

There is no right answer to this question. Some people go to school for this stuff, some don’t. I was mainly a pianist as a teenager, then did a bunch of singing and theater in college, then I taught music for two years, then went to a one-year grad program for film scoring at USC (which I don’t think is necessary, but is a good excuse to move to LA).

I know people who didn’t do any of that and just played in bands until they wanted a career change and then jumped into scoring.

So do what you want and you’ll figure it out. :)