ten-paces-and-draw

okay but Giotto grew up on the street right? i can just imagine him meeting somebody when he first made his family and he hasnt learned Etiquette yet. the other boss is like “fine we’ll duel” after there was a disagreement for a ceasefire. giotto thought they were both just gonna throwdown and beat the other’s face in not have an old west gun show down. he’s so confused when he’s told to step ten paces away and draw like “whats this rich bullshit come over here and fight me”

Day 2: Classes, and a minor dispute

I have a persona I’m very particular about. Hunters, we’re lone wolves. Stoics. Cowboys. All low whistles and billowing cloaks, ten paces and a draw away from “Guardian down”.

That ain’t necessarily who I am, though–my fireteam knows. Tyra Karn knows, and she calls me “heir of Skorri”. Ha, I wish. And Marlowe, my Ghost, spends more time in my head than I do, so she knows.

Rest of the time I’m straight-faced as a judge, and being forged of steel certainly doesn’t make me any more expressive, so from time to time I’m called upon to be the arbiter of my compadres’ disputes.

We were in the Hangar lounge, and I reckon somebody musta played that stupid “if we believe” song a few too many times, ‘cause Hiyona and Perry had gotten into another one of their dumb arguments.

Hiyona’s more Cayde than Ikora, but she’s a Warlock through and through. Sure, Hunters think about the Light. If I stay still for too long and let my mind wander too far I glimpse the Deep Stone Crypt. But I’m not a Warlock. I’m nowhere near as committed to pondering as all that. Those fellas, they want to disassemble the whole world and find out how it works with the ground on top, and they’ll do it, too. I like to tell people Warlocks are the only folks who chase their shadows with any chance of actually catching them.

“Of course the Vanguard would say that,” she was telling Perry, “because they don’t want us poking around! I just find it implausible that dragons with the power to warp reality would let themselves be hunted to extinction.”

Made sense to me, but I’ve learned it’s better not to get involved until it’s time, so I kept carving away at my handcannon with my knife. (I do this with all my weapons, y'know. The Iron Lords forged a whole lotta Lingering Songs, but I’ve got an artist’s heart, and I like making sure this one is unquestionably mine. But I digress…)

“I think you’re being irrational,” Perry shot back.

Peregrine Foster, no relation to the greaves, is a Titan. He looks like a Titan, he acts like a Titan. I have determined through some unfathomable process that he smells like a Titan. He’s the wall against which Hiyona’s wild ideas crash and break. Old boy’s got no control over me, but time and again he’s tempered her worst impulses and turned them into something useful. Protective, but not paternalistic: that’s Perry. And he also gets real ornery.

“Frankly, this is just more Warlock foolishness,” he continued, and I saw Hiyona scowl on the edge of my vision.

“Wow. Okay.” She was offended. She’s not the type to say it, but as much as she wants to be wild and learn Fallen-speak and understand Hive magic and all that weirdness, she also wants her friends to respect her. Kid won’t abide it if she feels Perry isn’t.

“And besides, I don’t say it’s ‘more Titan bullshit’ every time you’re a stubborn pain in the ass.”

They crossed their arms and turned away from one another, practically in unison, and if I didn’t know them better I’d think they’d planned it.

Both stood there quietly, the roiling Warlock storm and the stubborn Titan wall. These two were always needin’ a tiebreaker–my time to shine.

“Out by the Jovians, maybe?” I offered Hiyona with a noncommittal shrug. I know a fellow says he saw a wish dragon on Jupiter a ways back.

Peregrine groaned, turned on his heel, and left, no doubt to roam the walls with a sniper rifle and keep our City safe.

We remaining two sat quietly for a few moments, no conversation except the friendly chat between the *scrape scrape scrape* of my knife and the ambient noise of the lounge. Just one of those blessed Jackalope-5-and-Hiyona moments of peace.

She sighed, placed her hands on her knees, and got up: the universal symbol for “with all due respect I’m done here.”

“I’ve got a date with a gas planet,” she grinned.

I grunted. Between me and Hiyona that’s as good as a smile.

“Stay safe, kid,” I said.

And with that she strode off to do some more fruitless digging.

Feels like a pretty good summation of our orders, actually. The Warlock, driven silly in pursuit of the impossible. The Titan, brave and strong upon the Last City’s walls. And the Hunter, most comfortable alone with a knife and a song.

— submitted by notveryraven

the-day-i-lost-my-identity-deac  asked:

Hey, I was just wondering if you could give me tips on how to get your art out there, and keep it safe. Since, the reason holding me back on starting a blog on my art was the risk of it being stolen.

Unfortunately there’s no way to guarantee against art theft, with the way internet culture often seems go. Be sure to put a watermark on it, and don’t upload high-res images. And then keep an eye out and ask for it to be taken down where you see it re-posted. 

While it’s frustrating, I don’t really think the risk is worth NOT putting work online. If you’re hoping to make a living off art the internet is the very best tool for getting you’re work out there and finding an audience and making connections with other artists. An online portfolio is pretty much essential for art directors to find you, and a blog is a great way to keep your latest work visible. So don’t let fear keep you from getting out there.

And even if you’re not looking to have a career in art- I know there’s a place for art that you do just for yourself that no one ever sees, but at the same time, one of the cool things about art I think is communication. And if you never show it to other people then ???? You never get to enjoy that part of it. 

As for getting your art seen once you do start your blog- I’d say tumblr is the best for this as the tag system is really helpful in directing people to your work, especially if you’re doing fan art. There are also art blogs you can submit to that will link back to you, or you can try participating in different art assignment communities- like SketchDailies, or Illustration Fridays,Ten Paces and Draw, ect. Those seem like great ways to get involved in a larger artist network. Or you can always start your own with a group of friends. 

Anyways. Hope that helps! Good luck!

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Colour Palettes:
I used my latest piece as a chance to experiment with colouring technique! I found a thing online somewhere (I forget where) which suggessted using the ‘crystallize’ filter in photoshop to create colour palettes from old photos, found images etc as guides. I decided this could be a useful way to make myself think more about the colours I use and it turned out to be a pretty successful experiment!


Above you can see two different crystalized colour palettes I tried, next to rough mock-ups of colour schemes using those palettes and the finished image. Although it adds an hour extra to my photoshop time (this image was 16+ hours after intial line drawing), I think this technique is definitely worth the effort. My colour balance appears much more refined. I think I’m going to carry on using it for everything I can, until choosing successful colour palettes becomes second nature!

My second attempt at making a gif! I thought it might be fun to record some of the steps of my illustration process while I was working on my Ten Paces and Draw ‘Bravery’ swap.

(Steps: initial scans, altered compostion/lines, base colour monster, base colour man, a few shading and lighting layers, fur and bg texture, monster texture then more shading and lighting layers.)

1. You were both young, the first time you touched.
Bloom-less saplings,
All long limbed and lanky,
Soft corners and fragile bones.
When they roar past
Violent winds bow your spines.
Snap off your extremities;
You grow the way you are cut.

Skinned knees and whole hearts
Held back by walls made of soft lips,
Promises and suffocation.
Boredom like mould grows in the corners-
You slam your head against walls
To feel something new,
Until you smell iron and see stars.

2. You fell into each other’s worlds, graceless.
Sun wrecked skin,
Freckles that froth at the edges,
Pressed against flesh made of soil.
You crash into each other,
Tear yourselves open,
Stumbling over unfamiliar terrain;
You sharpen your edges against each other.

Knowledge is taken through the mouth,
Devoured like carnivores,
Over-gorged and choking bones.
Distracted by the veneer
You take bulk over substance
When it’s forced down your throat,
Mistake that for a good meal.

3. You knew cruelty, before you knew pain.
Innocent touches and reverence,
You learn your bodies-
Dull and modest in the light,
Of her blazing sun.
You try to eat the other’s glory;
You make eclipses of each other,
Then mourn the loss of light.

4. You were never taught mercy, daughters of witches and gods.
Bones collide and break skin.
Wolves should not fight amongst themselves
But there are too many predators in this forest.
Eat your heart before she does,
Later take the time to revel in your mistakes;
Severed hearts make good matches
For something that could never have been great.

5. You loved each other, and that was not wrong.
Scorched limbs fall limp from burning flesh,
Ruined lips draw fresh breathe.
End your quiet revels. Drop those bones,
They have long since been stripped of meat.
Take your ten paces; turn, draw, and shoot.
Can you see her with a sea between you?
Has freedom always been so cold and wet?

Your water-filled lungs
Could flood basements with their silence.
You try to pull pain from your burn scars,
But your frost-bitten fingers can’t grasp it.
You will starve yourself living off ice.
Remember what your mother taught you;
Kill your darlings, their murder is cathartic.

6. You learnt, but never did like the taste.
Tear your branches from where you’ve become entangled in her.
Eat your pain, eventually
When you can no longer stand
The empty space in your stomach.
Your wildfires have all burned out,
Stripped, you try again;
Grow in the direction you choose.

Forests raised on heartbreak and rage,
Thick skin and strong bones,
That roar at the cowering wind.
You will never bow again.
There is balance in love
But give her no quarter-
You are still young enough to be selfish.

- there is more than one way to love, daughters of tower and sea


shout out to asteriads for looking this over and giving me some advice and suggestions