I like showing my friends progress of whatever I'm working on and then just skittering off because I have responsibilities I have to take care of.
Like, I'll be on my break and working on something and take a picture to send my friends before going back to work because my break is over. Or I'm working on priming/painting these Bad Batch Loth Cats and I'll just send them progress photos before skittering off to make dinner or take care of my laundry
Most recently it's been these small simplish landscape painting sketches for a set of five! Totally for fun, as pretty much 95% of my projects are lol
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I'm sure this has come up before, but man Cayde and void hunters huh?
LOL YEAH IKR??
they just swarm to him like moths to a flame
p sure it’s just cause he’s a walking space heater and they’re all cold all the time cause of the Void
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Yeah, uh… Yeah. Ever since we… You remember the part when I went in the bear, and I— with the ax? Ever since that I've kind of felt, or I guess not felt is sort of more of a thing, like I kind of just don't feel anything? All the time. Like I don't feel like I'm a person? But there are these little brief moments where something breaks through. Like when somebody hurts me or when I hurt somebody and I don't… It's this weird thing where like my brain, I don't like doing them, but it's like the only thing that's like, “hey, you're still here!” And hurting somebody or killing somebody… it's bad. It's bad, right? It's bad. It's a thing we shouldn't want to do. But it feels good to me in the moment, because it just makes this binary, like, “you're here, you're not here”. And if I could do that to somebody or if I get hurt, then it's like, “I'm here!” It's like this proof that I'm still here, and that I'm real. There's just nobody I can… There's really nobody I can talk to about this. The other kids are kind of… Maybe Terry? Maybe not, I don't know. My dad's a nice guy. He's really, he's smart and he's strong and he leads everybody, and… But, he's never— The whole time I've known my dad he's never come off as like… I've never seen him scared. I've never seen him cry. I've never seen him— Like, he met my mom when they were in grade school. He just hasn't had the same kind of experience that I've had. He sort of got the thing that mattered the most to him early on in life, and then he just sort of… I don't want to say coasted because his life has been decently difficult, but like, his dad was really good and I can't really relate to him. And I feel embarrassed to talk about this stuff, or the fact that I have feelings for somebody or whatever.
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F yeah do more of this 👀? What are you reminding yourself to do more of, may I peek?
Aw yeah, thank you! So, I had a ton of ideas what happens to my fire emblem faves post-canon, down to the little details, but never did much with them. I tossed them into a few lines of a fic, naming it something loose and planning on abandoning it immediately. After rereading it like a year later, I realized how much I still enjoyed the plan, and changed the title so that I'd remember it was worth working on 😅
Fire emblem has canon endings for everyone, but they're only a sentence or two and allow a lot of room for interpretation. I've decided that Lukas, Python, and Forsyth refuse to return to their respective homes. They start a new life around the school the Lukas opens (built by Python). The story opens on a more serious note than I planned, with Forsyth returning to fulfill some knightly duties, marking it as the first time in their lives that he and Python are separated so far and so long.
Some say that it’s every knight’s duty to complete their quest. Some say their goal is to defeat the evil. Some say it’s to save the innocent. Python knew better. He swung with all his might, hammering in another board to the building’s growing skeleton, grunting with the force. A knight’s duty is to come home.
He had hoped this project would keep his mind off of things. He’d never built a schoolhouse before, but drawing up a plan had been straightforward enough. It was nice, being back in the Zofian countryside after years of hanging around the harshness of Rigel Castle. With the dust settling after the war, it was time for others to settle as well. Lukas had convinced the pair to move with him, back to what had formerly been Zofia. Forsyth could continue serving as a knight, offering aid to the crown in times of peril. Who knew times of peril would come only weeks after their departure?
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Then she caught sight of something in her bag. The worn gilt on the spine of The Life of Dab Sweet. She pulled it out, and it fell open on the table at that favourite page. That favourite picture. The great plains, grass going on for ever. A place where you can make yourself anew. Where you can go as far as your dreams can take you. Rubbish, most likely. A made-up drawing in a book full of lies. But there comes a time you have to say no to what you’re given and reach for what you want.
— The Wisdom of Crowds by Joe Abercrombie
It fell open at an etching across both pages. As though it was often opened there. A rider alone, staring out across a sweep of endless grass and endless sky. Sibalt held that drawing at arm’s length as if it was a view spread out in front of them, whispered the words like a magic spell. ‘The Far Country, Vick.’
‘I know,’ she grunted. ‘It says under the picture.’
‘Grass for ever.’ He was half-joking. But that made him half-serious. ‘A place where you can go as far as your dreams can take you. A place where you can make yourself anew. Beautiful, isn’t it?’
‘Aye, I guess.’ She realised she’d reached towards that drawing with one hand, as if she might touch anything there but paper, and snatched it back. ‘But it’s a made-up drawing in a book full o’ lies, Collem.’
‘I know,’ he said, with a sad smile, like thinking about it was a fun game to play, but just a game. He flipped the book shut and tossed it back down on the boards. ‘Guess there comes a time you have to give up on what you want and make the best of what you’re given.’
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I'm gonna make him all the little crowns.
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I hope that the family crest remasters 'the war: act I' someday.. it's a fantastic album but the vocals sound so stuffy sometimes and it's a shame since some songs don't hit as hard as I know they could
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Can I ship you and Echo? Cause I bet he would adore you! You're so kind and welcoming and wholesome, and I think he would appreciate it, and return it to you 10-fold~
❤️ - vodika-vibes
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