Today it's Jan the 4th, my Birthday! This is my present. Let me tell you why I decided to draw it.
I know MTMTE fans think of Rung letting lose and dancing like a dork- during that party chapter in LL- as a simple gag.
And I mean YEAH it was hilarious, but. You see.
Rung also happen to be, canonically, an anti-fascist icon. A symbol of Liberation, freedom of expression and identity!
GUYS HE'S SO DISCO. HE'S A DISCO QUEEN.
I strongly associate that dancing Rung bit with the unifying force of Disco, of Queer Joy.
It makes me so happy, you have no idea.
Or maybe you do, because I went off with this drawing AHAH!
GAY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEE~
[image description: a drawing of an original character named eros dancing is a dark, crowded room. eros is a fat, pink-furred anthro teddy bear with small angel wings and visible stitches on his body. he is wearing a glittery semi-transparent gold dress with matching armbands and earrings. he is smiling openly while he dances. end id]
Eibhlín Dubh Ní Chonaill was born into one of the few remaining Irish (as opposed to Anglo-Irish) gentry families in the early eighteenth century. Her mother was a poet, and Eibhlín, one of twelve surviving children, was taught to read and write in both Irish and English. Her parents arranged a marriage for her, but she was widowed while still in her teens.
A few years after, the young widow fell for a man of whom her parents thoroughly disapproved: the rakish soldier Art Ò Laoghaire. Eibhlín and Art eloped, settling in his ancestral home in County Cork, but things were far from peaceful. The Sheriff of Cork, an Anglo-Irish Protestant, detested Art, and after one too many disputes, had him unjustly declared an outlaw; Eibhlín’s husband was now on the run. When his mare returned home, bloodstained, Eibhlín knew the worst had happened. She rode back to recover her husband’s body.
Caoineadh Airt Uí Laoghaire, Eibhlín’s lament for her husband, is recognized both as one of the most beautiful poems in the Irish language and one of the best poems of its century in any language. As for Art’s murderers, the Sheriff was found innocent by a jury of his peers - but not by Art’s brother, who gravely wounded him before fleeing across the Atlantic. Eibhlín herself would live until 1800.
Best whale wishes to you from little old me and my BFF. Thanks for being awesome and making me happy, folks!
Had something more realistic in mind, but the illustration style apparently got the better of me. (I should in fact be working right now.)
Bonus story: a group of little boys stopped by my table and wanted to take pictures of my drawing. I let them, since the thought of someone out there being shown one of said pictures and identifying the characters amuses me.
Bonus bonus story: Teenager stops to stare at the skeleton, reads the plaque and exclaims "shit, I didn't know they still existed!"
Sometimes I wanna draw and then I realise I can't draw
Anyway. WIP! I feel like this'll be fun if I keep going but I have a tendency to lose all motivation if I leave it so I usually do things in one shot. However, I need to go to bed.
I feel like this is a lot of research that people will never see unless they themselves are Mexican but one of the reasons I make/draw things like this is so people feel seen. I looked over a couple things for this, quite fun! This is supposed to be a chiapaneca dress, but I am not used to this more "realistic" style so the dress actually needs to spread out more. It's so pretty though! Will either be very fun or very torturous to colour
This is Paloma! I haven't started on her wings and at this point I'm not sure how to add them in. She's Mexican and was a fashion designer. I'm using that as an excuse to continue putting eyeliner on Alexis, who she is friends (?) with. She's older than him.
I have seen somewhere that Spanish Spanish and Mexican Spanish are slightly different, the two should still be able to communicate. I don't know what you call a "big sister/miss" in Spanish, or if that's even something you do. I guess Senorita would be it? I'm trying to convey that Alexis is showing respect to her though, so that feels like it's not it.
I'm debating between wing styles also. I think colourful wings (Like a parrot) would be pretty, and not as common as dove wings (Which are her namesake). Also it was while I was looking those up that I found out the Mexican flag has an eagle on it! The golden eagle wings sound pretty interesting, if a little bit drab, but having her be tied to the national bird would be fun I think. And lastly, wood pigeon wings, which are also her namesake, only in Latin.
16th March 37 AD, Caligula became the third Roman Emperor.
The Romans really hoped they would have a good time after over twenty years of dour, unpopular Tiberius, and it certainly proved to be eventful.
Here is a statue of Caligula on a horse. Perhaps it is Incitatus, his favourite horse, which, despite what the most popular stories say, was not made a consul. However, Caligula did give the horse lavish stables and its own slaves to take care of him.
most of the time i have zero understanding for the want to read bad nromance novels im like. why would you do that. what do you get out of that. but last night i was going thru the markwardo tag on ao3 and i was . utterly and completely charmed. by how many were like. eduardo works at a coffee shop on campus and mark sits in the corner till close on his computer! au where they're born with their soulmate's most important words on them! au where they get stuck in a timeloop and mark spends it trying to give eduardo the most romantic day possible so that he can always remember it and be happy!
Fun fact: Samuel Colt before 1855, when he was manufacturing the "gun that won the West," started his career by selling hits of nitrous oxide to audiences looking for a cheap high. Colt was also referred to by critics as the "revolving patriot," due to his selling of guns to the North and the South in the arms build-up before the Civil War. One thing is for sure, Colt was an innovator but with an illusive, dark past.
Source: Thornton, Steve. “2 Wicked Sam Colt.” Wicked Hartford, The History Press, Charleston, SC, 2017, pp. 25.