ok, maybe I'm just being obtuse. But I guessed from your last answer that Danny isn't going to die or lose mobility or become inanimate somehow like what happens to most "pearls" ?
So what does happen to him? Does he become so attached to Clockwork their lairs sort of combine, does he forget having other parents? I'm so confused but it seems very bad for Danny, and I'm hoping he still retains like. a body and the ability to move. a "part of the crew part of the ship" situation happening to danny like the people in pirates of the Caribbean would be absolutely terrifying.
No, you're good.
Danny in this AU won't loose his personality or anything. Clockwork likes his personality. And he'd probably be sad if Danny became rooted in one place. But Danny going away, leaving Clockwork alone... that's what bothers him, even if it isn't on a conscious level. So Danny is being slowly altered so he keeps coming back and staying for longer and longer...
Incidentally, an important milestone in a ghost child's development in this AU is escaping from their parent's lair.
The thing with my current concept for the Ghost Pearl AU is that it's sort of horror comedy.
The situation could be very easily avoided by someone telling Danny what's going on. But Clockwork doesn't want Danny to be scared of him (and stop visiting), knows he likes Danny too much for the negative pearling to happen, and he is in denial about being so attached to Danny that he actually gets sad when Danny leaves.
To make it funnier (worse) there's the option of having Frostbite and co tell Danny about negative pearling but not the positive version (because they want him, darn it). So Danny keeps blithely visiting Clockwork, until he finally notices the changes, and he's like. Oh no. Clockwork hates me (false) and I am turning into a clock (also false).
domestic hotchners you say?? i have a picture and a story for you then :)))
imagine you and aaron have a baby girl a little bit later in life, when she’s about this age (2-3) jack’s either a senior in high school or in his first year or college
but as we all know jack likes soccer but as a teen he also got into football, so much so that when he was home with his baby sister everything they would do together was football related. he’d buy her little jerseys and teeny toy footballs and call her his little quarterback because he loves being her big brother so much. but when jack moves you you notice your baby girl misses her brother a lot so on sunday nights she’ll come over to yours and aaron’s room, holding the jersey that jack got her and climb up to the bed (and on top of aaron who’s resting after being out on a long case) saying “daddy fooball pwease” with her big sparkling brown eyes and she holds up the jersey in his face and even though he’s tired he knows how much it means to his little girl so he helps her put on the jersey while you cuddle up in bed next to them and put on the game and she watches intently while aaron continues to rest and then after the game you facetime jack and he goes over the highlights with his little sister who claps her hands and giggles when he gets all worked up and excited :,)))
🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻 aaron literally can’t say no to her cute little face so when she asks for “fooball” she gets it hehehe snuggling up in between you and aaron and gripping your fingers with her tiny little fist and yelling “momma! look!” when something exciting happens, she literally doesn’t even care what teams are playing she just knows it’s football and that means big brother jack :(( and she gets so excited to see his face when you facetime him after and she giggles when you pan the camera over to aaron who’s fallen asleep and is now snoring even as your baby girl pokes his ribs every time he does it hehe and jack makes sure to tell his sister he’ll be home so soon for thanksgiving and then they can watch the football game together in person!! and she wakes up every day asking “fanksgiving?” hoping it’s time for her brother to come home :((
Hey there! Do you perhaps have any websites/refrences/ect for light sources? I've always struggled with shading and Im pretty sure other artists could benefit from some light source things too!
book rec / expert info lol
for a really bomb book about light sources I have read & is regularly recommended by pro artists in the industry, check out Color and Light by James Gurney (disclaimer, this is an affiliate link to Ebay lil indie book seller, not amazon for ethical reasons lol)
Here’s a few random notes on general light sources before we hit my over kill method to practicing lighting.
Sun: strong, strong light source that is usually up high.
When it’s sunset/rise, it’s even warmer. creates strong highlights, depending on the surface / material and also is responsible for sub-scattering effect. The link is to resources on that subject.
Also generally the source of bounce light, which is not that bright, but when you remember it, helps the subject look way more realistic. Check out this demo on Proko https://www.proko.com/shading-light-and-form-basics/ (bc I don’t want to directly embed the image from another artist. Want all the traffic to go to him!)
Other points of light like candles, lamps, etc can be strong or weak, but the fall off is usually pretty great compared to the mega watt sun. Light fall off is pretty rapid, actually! I’d check out some ref photos or really look around.
A guide to experimenting with lighting set ups
For experimenting with light set ups, I recommend practicing with 3D lights so you can see how light sources works when you move it around objects. This way you can do a lot of practice and you won’t have to find a new ref all the time. Though I definitely hop on Unsplash.com a lot and doing lighting studies there as well.
This answer is kinda overkill in terms of complexity, but once you get it set up, it’s freaking litttyyy and easy to use!!
I suggest finding some free (or paid!) 3D models on https://sketchfab.com/feed or https://www.cgtrader.com or any other site with 3dmodels.
Then grab yourself a copy of blender, the wonderful open source project https://www.blender.org and import your file. I had to import obj to get this free doggo to show up.
Add in some lights, I used tried light add-on that is easy to turn on the settings, you don’t have to download anything.
what you think of a Impossibly Beautiful Danny, being a halfa and so. Supernatural beauty that came after sometime. after the poem of "death is beautiful"
As in, so pretty he starts creeping into uncanny valley territory? His skin is too smooth, his features are too even, his teeth too white, his eyes are too big... Just by that little, impossible, unnatural bit. When he's sitting still, he almost looks like one of those porcelain dolls.
Exactly what other people would think of it would depend on whether it happened gradually, or if he suddenly changed right after the accident. If it happened right away, people (other kids) would probably think he was out getting plastic surgery while he was recovering from his 'accident.' But gradual changes might be creepier.
Stuck on a school trip with college English Professor Clark. Maybe a museum trip that turns a little sideways. (do they still so trips to places in college...I dunno.) Usually you stay quiet and out of sight, he honestly forgets at times that you are even in his class, but something you've done on the trip caught his eye and his attention. ;)
You've been married to Billy for a while. You thought things were going well. But now Frank is back and he sets his sights on Billy's pretty little housewife. How can you be so innocent and pure when you're married to Billy Fucking Russo? He plans to find out if you are as messed up as they both are.
I take Clark, sorry Billy and Frank but I'm a sucker for a professor man.
The Girl in Tweed
Warning: darkness, power imbalance
She's at the top of his class list but he always forgets her; her face, her name, her voice. He can't really remember if he's ever heard her speak. Even so, she has one of the best grades in his Intro to English Lit.
Clark only sees her because she's all alone. Every other student has a partner or more, they mill about the century old cottage once home to one of the great American authors and muse over the letters and pens protected by clean glass. But she's all by herself and she's looking out the window at the ancient sentinel pines.
She's transfixed by the sight but retreats. She turns to look at the portrait of the famed writer but her eyes are drawn again to the window. She makes a round of the small room and follows a pair of students out into the hallway.
He inches to the doorway and peeks around the frame. The students go into the kitchen with the old wood stove but she presses on to the back door. He hears the stairs creak as she descends and the door snaps shut in her stead.
What was her name again? He knew he'd forget it in a second anyway but something about the distance in her narrowed pupils intrigues him. He's never looked at her before, not really.
He goes out into the yard, trailing after her. The air smells of grass, pollen, and mud. He looks one way and then the other. He heads around the side of the house where the window looks out. She's leaned just below it, the foundation of the house keeping her out of view of those within.
Her tweed blazer is pushed back just slightly, to big and boxy for her frame. She squints at the shadows of the forest and he can hear the river flowing just beyond. She doesn't hear him as he nears. He comes to stand beside her, his head just below the frame of the window but still unseen.
She flinches as she senses him at last and he feels her look at him.
"I can imagine how he was inspired by all this," she ekes out, "it's beautiful... surreal."
"Easy to get lost out here," he muses, "is that what you were hoping for?"
She shrugs and wipes her brow with her tweed cuff, "it's stuffy in there. All those people crowded inside, it stifles the place."
"Ah," he nods and watches the trees, the branches sway and send up the scent of pine.
"You know, I just keep thinking about what you said on the bus," she was so quiet he hardly heard her. He bent his head to listen, "how nature feeds the soul and the soul feeds our writing..."
"Yeah," he chuckles, "well, I try to sound wiser than I am."
"Oh," she utters, "well, this is my favourite class so... guess I think you're pretty smart."
"You do?" he wonders.
"You'd have to be," she says, "you're a professor."
"Not as sophisticated as it seems," he waves his hand and looks over at her. He watches her glowing eyes and her lip as she chews it, still hypnotized by the trees, "you guys bring the brains, I just point you in the right direction."
"I don't think he'd survive in our world," she says, "if he had to come here just get away from his own, ours would crush him, wouldn't it?"
"No, I don't think he'd like it much," he answers, "and you?"
"I don't think I will either," she gives a sad laugh, "but no one would know."
He lowers his brow and she looks back at him at last, "you don't even know my name, do you?"
He smiles and looks down. He presses the tip of his his tongue to teeth and clicks.
"I have a lot of students," he says.
"Don't worry, no one ever remembers," she turns again to the trees and drops her head against the wooden siding.
"Clark," he offers his hand, "wanna start over?"
She gives sardonic smile and then her name. She pushes herself straight and shakes out the long tail of her blazer.
"I'll see you next class," she says as she walks past him, "you probably won't see me though."
She walks away with her shoulders hung low as they always are. She's so small and insignificant. She's fragile and easy to break. Or so he likes to imagine as he admires the subtle sway of her hips.
He would be sure to look for her next class. A challenge to focus on his lesson and the thoughts already brewing in his head. She might be the girl everyone forgot but she would never forget him.