quick and pretty dang small amara piece done real quick! about a 45 minute warmup. i haven’t drawn a ton of ladies recently, and suddenly just had a craving to. PLUS i love amara so it’s a win-win. this was pretty loosely referenced as well–wanted it to have a more stylized look
i also watched a little tutorial on how to freehand smoke, which i’ve always been pretty awful at. so this wasn’t originally supposed to have that effect, but i decided to be brave and practice a little
“So, you uh… really like sci-fi, huh?” “Yeah, how’d you know??”
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Could you please write a fic about the first reunion of Rhys with Mor, Cassian and Az? How he was in the 3 months before take Feyre from her wedding. It would be great! :)
Hi Anon! So this is really more of a mini-fic because I’ve read some full fics about this idea that are brilliant and I don’t want to steal anything from them with one of my own, so please accept this small piece of squad depression in its place.
Angst Angst Angst
Please Come Home
He was home. The Night Court was a mess and
he was broken and beaten and he tried to hide it all, but it didn’t
matter in the least when I saw him flying toward me because he was
And then he crashed into me and “She’s my mate” came
tumbling out of his mouth with such a grief-stricken voice, and his
entire body went rigid, tripping over itself as it failed his wishes to
stand tall and proud and I could no longer reach for him properly
without failing him.
I’d failed him.
The guilt was crushing.
I hadn’t gotten him out and as he told me everything that had happened
under the mountain - what Amarantha had done to him, who Feyre was, how
he’d lost her back to Tamlin - my heart broke with the realization that nothing could save him except the one person who couldn’t be here.
comforted him as best I could. I offered him all of the sage advice
he’d given me for decades. I tried to be there for him, but I could see
it behind his eyes, this sort of haunted look creeping in him all the
time. He tried to play it off, but we all knew the truth.
darkness peeled off him in waves when he wasn’t meaning too. His powers
were finicky and un-honed for the first time since he’d obtained them.
All because his mate was lost to him in another court and some bitch
from Hybern had seen fit to treat his dick like broom to clean up with.
worked at first. Not Cassian’s quips nor Amren’s steady guidance. He
perked up a little each day the more time he spent with us, but every
time he left the House of Wind early to retire, our little inner circle
would look at each and I could see we were all thinking the same thing.
Three of five small, button-like ingots of tin (Sn) I cast. (one was lost, and the other was given to a friend.) The only chemical I’ve ordered online has been pure tin turnings. I was melting down tin in order to expose the metallic surface underneath the oxide layer that had built up on them - this is important for speeding along the reactions of metallic tin with acids. So far, I’ve only prepared a solution of tin(II) chloride, also known as stannous chloride (not exciting, it’s just a colorless solution.)
Sn(s) + 2 HCl(aq) → SnCl2(aq) + H2(g)
I melted them down myself using a mini butane burner and cast them into these weird little pipe valves I found lying around in the garage? I’m not really sure what they were, but I cast them into those, with the bottom an aluminum-foil lined cast-iron pan. I tried casting into other things, such as threaded nuts and even aluminum foil, but they didn’t work. This is the most successful I’ve gotten. I’m going to try casting other metals - cadmium is proving to be difficult, as it oxidizes before it melts, but I’m determined. Zinc and bismuth are other likely targets, as they all have somewhat low melting points.
Oh mighty art god/goddess, how does one draw the great Papyrus because I'm kinda killing myself trying and I really like the way you draw him so
i will be honest, i despised drawing papyrus at first and still do a tiny bit (bones suck to draw in general but especially skulls). but i had to learn! i must love papyrus in every way.
he’s changed since i first tried drawing him but here are my warmups for that one comic with mettaton. my main thought was to make him look as different from sans as possible (without making him too angular) and going from there. almost every piece of papyrus’s face is the opposite of sans’s, which is cool
i dunno if this helps but i hope so! sans is easy enough for me to draw so thinking of papyrus as his foil design-wise made approaching him a little easier. as for parts of him that aren’t his face, i’d say study skeletons and think more about big shapes! both of which i gotta do more of…good thing magical cartoon skeleton monsters leave some room for artistic liberties
“…It’s great when they do appreciate what you do, and no matter what you do there will be some people out there that do appreciate it. But frankly, those that don’t, it doesn’t matter if it’s your own personal enjoyment. You gotta take what you have, and you gotta, like, appreciate it for what it is and you gotta let it grow inside you for the personal growth that it is and not for everyone else.”
An important message and one that I think a lot of people need to listen to and understand (x)
So I work in a small city in GA that’s basically in the middle of redneck nowhere. Like, 90% of my customers are old white people with “make America great again” hats and confederate flag decals all over their cars. And yet, out of the 4 people who work at my store, 3 of us are LGBT and 2 are people of color. I have no idea how that happened but it’s pretty neat.
gosh this was Hard so i more or less went with 5 phrases instead
[The vampire] hadn’t been expecting that. That was the thing about all those stupidly confident people—they never expected you to fight back.
It had been a very spur-of-the-moment decision, half because Jenny knew it wasn’t something Rupert would condone (and some small, petty part of her wanted him to come back and be appalled and angry, because then maybe he’d take her off whatever stupid pedestal he’d placed her on and they could be on equal footing again).
Rupert reaches out to her, awkwardly, and sort of squeezes her shoulder. Jenny gets the sense that he isn’t very accustomed to comforting people, but somehow she finds the fact that he’s trying comforting in itself.
“Well, okay, you’re all omnipotent powers, so I guess you don’t need computers,” Jenny said, “which is pretty ridiculous, if you ask me, because I feel like it would really give you a sense of perspective on the way the world works today. Maybe you’d be more willing to give life to people who deserve it.”
Giles wants that other world, where the way [Jenny] loves him is a promise of happiness and not a reminder of tragedy.
last week we were outside looking at boulders that were potential candidates for putting up good climbing routes on and we found one that was too small for anything but it had really good holds so i grabbed onto one of them and without thinking said “need me a freak like that” and then I had to try to explain myself to everyone there