with this image in my head

legacy-game  asked:

how did you do the rig? can we get a breakdown, its a really inventive design

Hey yeah! I’ll explain it real fast but’s it’s a bit complicated. If you don’t know maya you won’t understand anything, sorry. I won’t explain the basics (how to skin, how to place follicules or how to link things in the Connection Editor, you’ll easily find tutorial for those on internet) i’m just gonna (try to) explain how i made the eye slip on the shape. Also i still use maya <3

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bts as dogs

a staffordshire bull terrier because he’s soft and misunderstood, just wants to be loved?????

a beagle, do i really need to explain this, he’s specifically the one from cats & dogs tho

a border collie because he’s full of energy and A Soft Boy????? would 10/10 befriend some sheep

a schnoodle, just because it’s called a schnoodle

a big great dane i can’t get the image out of my head of him as the scooby doo from the live action film

a corgi, because doesn’t this just look like him?????????

a chihuahua, fight me on this even though you know it’s true

Favorite PoPS Images.

You can really see my horror interests bleeding through in some of the Jonas’s head sequence. Two rented coffins. Carried up a narrow flight of stairs into our home. Repositioned, recolored, and composited to become the field of coffins.

When we were putting these back in my van, a neighbor stopped their car in the middle of the street and rolled down the window. We all froze there, coffin half loaded into the van.

“That’s a coffin,” she said.

“Yep,” I said.

“That’s fantastic!” she said, gave us an enthusiastic thumbs up, and on she drove.

anonymous asked:

how do you think an SE rain kiss would've gone? like what qualities would make it better than DE's (other than the chemistry)?

I don’t think the circumstance would matter, the chemistry would just make it infinitely better. I had two takes on an SE rain kiss although they’re both similar, I suppose, although the writing is different:

From my ff “Wrecked”

There’s a bench outside of their dorm and I think about sitting on it but then choose to stand. I look up to their window and see that while the lights aren’t on, a lamp is, which means someone is in. I rub my hand over my face, wiping the rain from my eyes. This is ridiculous. I’m being ridiculous. The thought of whether or not Damon ever skulked outside the dorms while he and Elena were broken up enters my mind and then images of them making up in her room appear unbidden in my head; on the bed, against the wall, on her desk. It’s not like the idea hadn’t occurred to me before but they were met with stabs or irritation’ now, I have the bizarre urge to dig into my skull and rip the images out of my head. I can’t be here. I can’t be home. I can’t —


And her voice is like a punch in the chest and I have no choice but to turn around; she’s pulling me to her just by speaking. Sparks, electricity, not really our thing. We have connection, magnetism, unspoken links to each other that bring us back to this raw place of … understanding and exposure and …

I finally face her.

She’s about twelve feet away from me, her head is tilted to the side and her eyebrows are furrowed with anticipation; her eyes are pleading and searching, sad and hopeful. Her lips part like she’s about to say something but she just watches me, her entire face taut with emotion.

I shake my head and look briefly to the sky. “I just …” I close my eyes and exhale heavily. “I just can’t not love you.”

There’s a beat and then a whisper and she’s suddenly right in front of me, her lips on mine, kissing me urgently, almost desperately. I press her closer to me, crush her against me, my hands on either side of her face, the rain is hot on her skin, burning my lips, my tongue. She encloses her fingers around my wrists and squeezes hard, forbidding me to let her go. I can’t help but show her the extent of what I’m feeling, I can’t help but pour in my anger, my grief, my desire and fear and I can feel her doing the same, I can feel her lips, her body beckoning me to give myself over to her completely, I can feel her unfolding into me. I dig my fingers into her hair, curling the wet strands around my thumbs, and her hands slide up to my neck, her nails kneading my skin, they slip down to my shoulders, explore my chest. She’s wrecking me, wrecking me in the greatest way; I feel at home, I feel at sea, my heart tells me that this where I’m supposed to be, that this is where she’s supposed to be, that neither one of us should’ve left, that we can’t break this kiss, we can’t break this bond, that we’ll be lost if we do, nothing will make sense. My head … my head is calling me an idiot, after everything, after Damon, one kiss and it’s all forgotten? Can I really just do that? Could I really look at myself in the mirror everyday knowing that she undid me with one kiss?

And even though I hate myself, even though it feels like ripping out an artery, I rip away from her and take a step back. I’m panting, she’s panting, both of our lips are swollen, both of our faces are flushed, our hands are shaking. There’s pure yearning in her eyes and I know there is in mine too, I can feel her getting ready to come back into my arms but I shake my head and take another step back, she can’t kiss me again. I can’t handle it.

“Elena, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Stefan…”

“No, I mean it. One kiss isn’t going to make everything OK. I can’t be here.”

“But you want to be here,” she says defiantly.

“I do,” I admit. No point lying. “I can’t say I don’t want you, Elena. I do. I always have. I just… I don’t trust you. And I don’t trust myself with you. I can’t be around you.”

There’s nothing else to say really so I start to walk away. Another whisper and she’s in front of me again. “I know you need to leave,” she says, her voice thick with tears. “But I can’t give up on you, Stefan. It’s you and me, remember? Always.”

She kisses me softly on the lips, it’s enough to ignite the skin and just as suddenly as she appeared, she’s gone.

And from my ff “The First Time and The Hundredth”

Swiftly, he stood up from his chair and rushed out of his bedroom, running down the stairs, his feet loud and clunky on the steps, his mind racing. He sped into the foyer and wrenched open the front door. Elena had just made it onto the porch, out of breath and completely soaked; her hair stringy and wet, her jeans and sweater sodden. She stared at him, her eyebrows furrowed and Stefan looked at her rain-washed face, his jaw tremoring at seeing her pained expression.

“I have to leave, Stefan,” she said, yelling above the noise of the storm.  “Too many people have gotten hurt. Too much has happened.”  

“What?” said Stefan, stepping out of the doorway and onto the porch. He was drenched almost immediately; the bluster of the wind had made the rainfall haphazard and powerful. “No. This is your home, your friends are here, this house is yours —”

“I have to,” said Elena. “I can’t be here, Stefan. I …” She shook her head quickly and ran both of her hands through her wet hair. “Do you know how hard it is to be so close to you and not be able to be with you? For two weeks I stayed in bed because I knew the moment I left Bonnie’s house, the moment I just left the room, I’d rush over here to see you and …”

“So I’ll leave,” said Stefan. “If anyone has to go it should be —”

“No!” Elena’s yell was outdone by another burst of thunder and the downpour pounded on them still even harder.

“I’m not going far, just back on campus,” said Elena. “But I can’t do this. I can’t not be a part of your life but be reminded of you every day. And I can’t ask you to be with me, I can’t ask you to put me before Damon, that isn’t fair to you. Or him. So…” Elena took a steadying breath, trying not to blubber. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, Stefan, but I’m also doing this for you.”

Stefan looked up to the sky, sniffing loudly to keep himself from crying anymore, wiping the rain out of his eyes. Elena’s lips started to tremble and quickly she turned around to head back toward her car. Stefan watched her go, her figure illuminated in flashes with each appearance the lightning made, forked in the sky.

He felt it all.

Their combined desperation for him to act on his own urges and to fulfill Elena’s wishes was an unbearable knot that twisted in his chest and choked his throat. His blood screamed with the sheer anguish Elena was in having to walk away from him; that same sense of crushing loss, of her crushing loss, lay waste to his body, and a chasm burrowed in his gut so that it was as if a part of him was missing. Stefan squeezed his eyes shut. Normally, he’d react to this kind of sorrow by numbing his senses but he couldn’t because it was Elena’s grief, not his, and instead it intensified his yearning for her, deepened his reckless need to kiss her pain away, to hold her until she felt safe, to embrace her and feel her, to never let her go. And he knew she felt his need, he knew it was a constant twinge in her chest that crazed her. It was nothing short of torture to feel this kind of love, to share this kind of love and not engage in it; Stefan felt suffocated by his own discipline. It was intolerable, it was excruciating, it was … it was …


Elena stopped walking, standing a few feet away from her car, and turned around to face Stefan. For a split second they gazed at each other, their eyes forging a link between them, and then Stefan walked purposefully toward her, his feet splashing in miniature puddles, and he thrust his lips against hers, seizing either side of her face with his hands, clutching onto her as if daring her to try and walk away from him. Elena immediately slipped her hands around to the back of Stefan’s head, the wet strands of his hair tickling her fingers, and pushed herself deeper into the kiss, her mouth opening his with frenzy, with greed. She moaned quietly at the taste of his tongue, the soft sincerity of his lips, as Stefan flattened his palms against her spine, squeezing her to him, his nails digging into the material of her sweater, itching to pierce through and feel her, really feel her. Elena arched her back and stood up on tiptoe, her arms around his neck, feeling at once complete and in dire need of more, as if no amount of time with Stefan would ever make up for the time she’d gone without him. Stefan gripped her waist, her hips, relishing the simple fact that she was against him, wanting so severely to leave her breathless and anchored, stunned and grounded. All of his wants, all of her hopes, the full extent of their pain and their yearning passed between them in this kiss, wreaking havoc on their bodies, culminating into a suffocating desire to — to —

so if it was something like that then I would’ve been gaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.

A Gintama chapter a day keeps the ending away... Lesson 85

This is my New Years resolution for 2017: to re-read a chapter of Gintama every day starting from the beginning and sum it up thusly… 

Title and Image: Even an Inch-long Insect has a Soul

Favorite Scenes in Lesson 85: (I showed some restraint this time)

With much apologies to Shinpachi, I laughed so hard the first time I saw this. For the record, I am not pro-Pachi-abuse in any way.

Yorozuya family squabbles give me the giggles.

I love that Hijikata was pretty much channeling Okita’s sadistic tendencies.

The bed head! So CUTE. 

I’d like to think that this is the moment when Sougo realized he had truly met his match.

60% seemed fair to me. And I don’t know why but the fact that Gintoki kept on getting Rurimaru’s name wrong just tickled me. Probably cuz it was a callback to Kagura-chan getting Sadomaru’s name wrong.

I loved the showdown. I just wish it lasted longer.

Gintoki’s expression is just so…kyaaaa~!!! It’s like he’s about to drag Hijikata off to do something nefarious to him. Well, in my mind that’s what I was imagining. 

That is a truly horrifying GIGANTIC beast of a beetle.

I don’t know who I felt sorry for more: Gin-chan or the beetle. It SHOULD be the beetle.

I was probably more happy than necessary that Gintoki declared that they were still friends.

Perfectly funny ending to a perfectly funny mini-arc.

Ships Tally:

GinHiji (ok come on they’re practically arguing about who’s going to be the bottom. It’s not my fault I think of these things, Sorachi-sama forced me to think of them)

OkiKagu (With a pleasant breeze blowing and them alone on an isolated plateau surrounded by the beauty of nature, it’s practically as if they’re getting together for a romantic, clandestine meeting)

GinKon (Because Kondou so anxiously offered to be the bottom…and as we know, he eventually DID get his wish in the Love Potion arc)

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just so darn amazing.  It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s generosity that I can enjoy Gintama on yet another level, the shippy level, so I am truly grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE. 


Okay, so basically the last couple of things I’ve posted about Medic’s parents and background have been stuff pinging around in my head since I decided I wanted to draw him punching a Nazi. And since I can’t let anything like that exist in a story vacuum, I filled in the space around it. I’ll get to that actual drawing sometime this week and probably also post more headcanon stuff, since you guys have been enjoying it so much.

Also, that last post had some formatting issues around the embedded images in the mobile version of Tumblr, which I’ve fixed, in case anyone wanted to re-reblog it.

imsoviral  asked:

I just got a tablet and don't understand anything about it!! Do you have any tips for just warming up/practices? I feel like I'm hitting my head against a wall sometimes!!!

When I do warm ups i doodle random little things like this (pls note that doodles can be: 

it’s up to you to figure out a warm up style that you like!)

Tablets can be a little weird to work with when you first get them, so it’s always good to just trace over your own work (when i was first starting out, I took pictures of my sketchbook and transferred them to my computer to trace over.) and/or stock images. Remember to provide a source if you are tracing over stock images.

If tracing isn’t your thing, you can always do a google search and reference off of things (provide a source of what you’re referencing as well!). 

You can also reference things around you! Like, if you have plushies/figures/ or whatever on your desk, you can just draw them.

;w; I’m not the best at providing tips, but yeah, I hope this helps???

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.