went out to dinner to celebrate my one day mother-in-law’s birthday and we stopped somewhere on the way and were looking at cards (not to get her one, just because she wanted to check out the seasonal stuff and all that) and they had romantic halloween cards–literally a subsection of halloween cards labeled romance
only i saw them at the time and it wasn’t convenient to drag my fiance over so i let it go and we left and in the car i mentioned there were romance halloween cards and of course they wondered what those were like
so i had to explain to my fiance with mother-in-law present that the card was a “female” coffin and a skeleton saying to it “i want to be inside you”
hi i mean this in absolutely the least offensive way but why do you love armor so much? :o and how do you draw armor??? is there any tip?
i draw good practical armor because, i think, i’m reliving my mother’s obsession with “practicality” and “functionality” bc she used to literally tear up my sketchbooks in front of me when i was 10-11 years old and then yelled at me that art won’t bring me any money. she got better but still.
eh, it doesn’t matter. i like armor now because it’s…nice. the thought of plates of hard metal fitting together, joined in a way that still allows protection without compromising flexibility – which is what a good suit of armor will do for you. there’s also a safe, nameless anonymity afforded to the knight who wears a steel helmet. who are they? what do they look like? it doesn’t matter. all you see is their grand deeds. their dragon-slaying, their beautiful steed, the maiden they’re rescuing…no that’s not what you’re here to know I’m sorry I spilled all this. >_>
But yes! Tips when drawing armor:
- If nothing else works, try sketching actual armor. Don’t get lost in the details of the engravings or whatnot, but rather the general shape of it.
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