#for now multiply layer my beloved

[obsob]

autism 2 autism communication

#mine #original #orange overlay pink multiply layer my beloved #what hve i done today.....done some face studies!! very helpful!! #i am . beginning...to find.....a way of drawing that feels comfy to me...ouh #i will hopefully do some portfolio drawing tomorrow hehe #im going to re do my website...how it is now is. ugly. i wouldnt hire me #what else is going on...ive ordered some wool bc i hve learnt how to KNIT #im so alarmed. im going to attempt to make a cardigan i am so deeply alarmed #i need to exercise and have a bath. mmm. i will play vid game and then chores and then exercise and then eat and then bath #hve a good evening my friends

[eviebane]

What hurts me most about Crowley & Aziraphale's relationship is they've known each other since before the Beginning.

What's the longest you've known someone? I mean, family you've known since birth. Friends since school. Your partner. Maybe 5, 10, 20, 40, 60 years?

Let's say 20 years, because I'm a YA and that's comprehensible to me. Think of endless memories; fights, absences, apologies, laughs, embarrassments, sickness, worry, the changes you've both gone through, the worst of times, the best, the world around you changing too.

Now multiply those memories by 300. For Aziraphale and Crowley, we arrive on the wall in the Garden of Eden - still not even their first meeting.

No one else could understand the things they've seen. Heaven, the stars, the Garden of Eden. Every biblical event, every war, every empire's rise and fall. They've known billions of humans but could never really get attached because they're gone in the blink of an eye.

No one else could understand what it's like to be part of an institution that engrains strong values and beliefs onto you, whilst walking the Earth and being amongst the humans that make you want to go against all of it in order to protect them, because ultimately you've always liked humanity better than Heaven or Hell and gosh, what's the point in running it all for just 6,000 years? And no one else could understand except the one person that's supposed to be your enemy.

But this enemy... oh gosh, well they're nothing like their side, at all. They're kind, funny. They're not a dick like the rest of their lot, and they don't judge you for where you come from. They push your thinking beyond what you've been told & you push theirs, and together you make a damn good team. You both want the same thing, deep down, but of course you have to keep up pretenses because they're still your enemy, right?

Then the day you've tried to ignore for 6,000 years arrives. Armageddon.

You think fuck this man, I'm ripping up the script and I'm choosing humanity over my lot. My lot SUCK. I don't belong with them! And hey, my best friend thinks so too, so why don't we finally FINALLY do this together.

We saved the goddamn world. Or for now, at least. We don't have a side anymore, it's just the two of us trying to protect this little planet. You get to do whatever you want now you don't have a job to do or bosses to report into. So you just kinda hang out with your bud and enjoy the new life you've created. It's not perfect but gosh, it's close. No one in the universe understands you better than this person. They've proved time and time again their trust and their loyality. You adore their company. You know they will always be there because they always have been and you have never once known that from anyone in your extremely long life, until you met them.

In a world constantly changing, they became your one constant thing you could rely on. Your rock that could never break.

But shit happens. It always does. And by the time it all comes crashing down on the peaceful life you've both carved out for yourselves, you finally talk about this unspoken layer of your relationship that has existed for thousands of years, but the timing is all wrong and gosh it could've gone a lot better, and then before you know it, the love of your very long life is gone.

The one you have known for a thousand lifetimes, for longer than the Earth itself, is just...

Gone.

For the first time in a long time, you're utterly alone. The other half of your soul ripped away. All broken & gone in a millisecond of time, and how could it be over so quickly, compared to the millennia you have shared together?

So I imagine the people I have known and shared life & memories with and loved and fought with and watched each other grow for the past 20 years. I think of the complete and utter emptiness and despair if I'd lost them.

Then I multiply it by 300 and I can barely breathe from the weight of it suffocating me.

Crowley & Aziraphale, my beloveds. Please don't keep each other waiting too long.

#crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #good omens #aziracrow #goodomens #good omens 2 #gomens #gomens 2 #ineffable divorce #good omens thoughts #good omens meta #sort of

[diezmil10000]

Hi hi, hope you're doing well!! Wanted to ask if you could explain how you pick colours! They're always so appealing to look at... (If you could also explain how you pick blush colours it'd be great! I never manage to pick good ones, no matter how hard I try :'))

hi anon, i'm doing fine!! it's summer right now where i live and that's healing all my problems (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

i have recorded the process of some of my drawings and everything is posted in my youtube channel (in twitter too), so i'll drop the link here and try my best to explain the coloring part to you. the short answer is that none of the colors you see in my drawings are similar to those i initially picked.

i try to keep my lineart loose but i pay attention to the outlines so i can quickly select the outer parts, invert the selection and fill it with the bucket tool. my base colors are all 100% opaque and i don't use any fancy brushes here.

as to how i pick colors, i never use the color picker tool, i eyeball everything. that's important for me because i tend to make all of them warmer: the greens are dark yellows, the pinks are light reds, and everything that's close to blue is very desaturated. i do this even for drawings that turn out much different later, unless i have a very specific vibe in mind from the beginning. i also never use pure whites for anything, and if something is black i make it part of the lineart.

then i always color my lineart!! there's no trick to that, the layer is in normal mode and i just paint it with a darker color than what's below it. i usually add the shadows and highlights at this stage of the drawing too. you're going to kill me for this but shade with gray set in color burn or linear burn (never multiply). i just don't want to think about color variety at this stage because it makes things more difficult for later. sometimes i add textures and some basic color correction here (curves, color balance, layers set in overlay, etc.) but i mostly leave that for the next part.

as to how i choose blush colors, i usually pick the base color and move it towards the saturated end of the color wheel, and a bit more pink. sometimes i add a multiply layer and airbrush hot red over the base colors at low opacity. coloring the lineart with hot colors surrounding the blush areas helps a lot too :)

i also almost always duplicate the lineart, blur it and set it in linear burn (i paint this layer in a light gray). this adds a lot of depth to the drawing, especially if later combined with the bloom effect.

the key to why the colors in my art pop so much is that i don't enjoy drawing as much as i enjoy postprocessing pictures 😂🤣😅👌✌️👍 once i'm satisfied with the "base" colors i merge everything except the background, open a new canvas and go crazy with filters and textures. that's why i use ibispaint X even if i do the lineart elsewhere (krita), and even if it works a bit wonky with big canvases.

i do something different for each drawing here, so first i'm going to explain my reasoning so that you understand my process: i used to have a problem of using very strong colors that overshadowed my beloved lineart into which i had put a lot of effort, so my goal nowadays is to make everything look less contrasted without losing the visual impact of saturated colors. that way the lineart remains a strong point and not just a way to separate one color from another.

what i usually do is duplicate the new merged layer, set it to exclusion mode, add a gradient map and play with the opacity. then i duplicate that and do the same thing with another gradient or another blending mode. i tend to add like 3-6 layers of bullshit over my drawings, including textures and other filters like "bloom" or "sharpen". i understand everything that's going on there but i don't think too deeply about it, i just pick whatever looks best.

for the final touches i always pull up the saturation and contrast (since a lot of it gets lost in the process), and i usually have to manually change some colors (ibispaint X has a filter to do that) or tweak the curves. then i add chromatic aberration, noise set to overlay and little polka dots set to linear dodge.

here are some comparisons of the before and after of recent drawings. the 1st one is very subtle, but you can clearly see how much warmth and depth it gains it gets after all the postprocessing. the 2nd one is so different that i understand why you're curious about how i pick colors. i don't think i can replicate that look just from picking nice colors, there's a lot more going on!! the 3rd one personally feels like it had potential lost (i liked the yellow highlights), but the colors were too strong and all over the place, so the finished result looks more intimate and calm and i like it a lot more.

thank you for the interest anon, i'm very happy that you like the way i color things and i hope i have explained myself. good luck with your own journey!!

#ask #anon #art explanations

[radi0activec0smos]

September Doodle Dump GO!

I think I'm honestly gonna try and do doodle dump posts more often, especially since I've started college now and don't have as much time or energy for. Bigger pieces of art lol. Once again, everything under the Read More :]

(This is far from everything, but it would be countless reblogs if I tried to put everything in, so. Imma just be selective.)

First off, younger Wounded Warrior hcs :] (This ties in with my hcs that they're a defector from the King's army, this was in their early months as a Wasteland soldier after escaping)

Cannoneer my BELOVED (plus silly sibling interaction lol)

Well. Uh. You know how I'm all for Wounded/Slouching. Yeah I added Shipwright to the mix. I'm not sorry.

I like to imagine Rainier (my Slouching) does makeup from time to time :] (to add to that, I actually hc that they do drag as a hobby, but. I also haven't made how they look in drag yet because I'm currently struggling with how the fuck they'd style their wigs)

Remembrance Guide my BELOVED (i've named them Uvadus <3)

THIS!!! This was my first time using multiply layers and I'm happy with how it turned out, even if it's simplistic :3 (It only just hit me that both Uvadus and Mur have EXTREMELY similar expressions between their doodles dear god)

And, lastly, some modern au doodles for Murtagh (my wounded warrior) <3

I personally hc them to have chronic pain from injuries and other issues they sustained during their time in the army in canon, and that naturally transferred over into me hcing that, at least in a modern au, they absolutely would use a wheelchair to get around as they find it most suitable for them. Crutches are another option but aren't used as often, and if they do, it's either mainly around the house or for shorter distances.

#jupiter's radiation || art tag #the words of the stars || ramble tag #sky: children of the light #sky: cotl #sky cotl #sky: children of the light fanart #sky: cotl fanart #sky cotl fanart #wounded warrior #slouching soldier #slumbering shipwright #cackling cannoneer #remembrance guide #season of remembrance #season of the little prince #season of abyss #sky cotl modern au #why the FUCK do i keep putting so many tags #it's gone 11am on october 1st i am a tad bit late but also this works anyways #college is kicking my ASS rn #but i think i'll survive #but MAN why are the days so long for accounting #fucking dies #oh my god the quality of the coloured ones got CRUNCHED wtf tumblr

[kafus]

What's your drawing process? (program, brushes, layers, ect)

alright i can finally answer this now that i'm on my computer and have my art program open lol

i use krita! i've been using it for 7 years now and the sheer amount of hotkeys i use is so embedded into my brain and muscle memory, i don't think i could use any other art software unless it controls exactly the same at this point (sorry this is the millionth time you guys have seen this doodle i did it's just still what i have open. i never closed out of krita after finishing it LOL)

i think my process is honestly pretty standard for digital art when it comes to most things, i do a sketch (not pictured here but i usually sketch in black and then just lower the opacity of the sketch layer), either clean that up or do lines on top on a different layer, flat color underneath, then use a mix of layer settings on new layers to apply light and shadow if relevant. multiply and overlay my beloved

might be obvious from my brush palette over here, but i am really simplistic when it comes to brushes... i rarely have to venture outside of this group. lately i've been using the slightly rougher brush in the bottom left for lining for the sake of some texture but almost all my art is made with these brushes alone, even my more rendered and detailed stuff. iirc these are all default krita brushes lol (not pictured is when i occasionally swap to the pixel brush for pixel stuff)

sometimes i do experiment though, like this piece i did months ago was done entirely with a translucent pixel brush on a single layer LMAO

funny thing to note as well is even in my rendered stuff with a lot of layers i never name my layers so i'm constantly switching layers on and off to find the right one like a dumbass. i should really start naming my layers fdsjioojsdf. oh and highly recommend double checking work for values by putting a saturation layer set to full grayscale above everything and flipping it on to see the piece without color sometimes... i do that a lot

feel free to ask if you had any other questions about how i actually... draw? the way this question was worded made me go in a more "how i interact with my art program" direction and not how i actually draw if that makes sense but i'm not sure if that was actually your intention

#kiki was here #asks #anonymous

[philhoffman]

There’s a scene in the final hour of Magnolia in which Phil—playing the hospice nurse Phil Parma, nearly an angel, the role PTA wrote just for his beloved friend—administers morphine to a dying man to ease his suffering. Phil is crying and wipes the tears from his cheeks. He kisses the dying man softly then steps back, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath to find some peace, and lets it out. He is so beautiful.

Philip Seymour Hoffman died nine years ago today. This loss is too big, too overwhelming, too impossible to put into words or get your arms around. It’s hard to write about someone you love so much. It’s something we will never recover from, losing this beautiful, special soul. But we spend our lives trying to find ways to bear it and keep going.

Phil was so generous in life. He demanded it of himself—to go on stage or set every day, every night, and give himself fully and honestly. To his work and his art, his family and friends and audiences. He’s given beyond what I could ever repay. This pain is his gift, too. It was not easily given nor received but it’s what we have, what we’ve exchanged.

Every year the grief grows—it becomes something more ferocious on the bad days, something physical and frightening and overwhelming that steals the fucking air from my lungs. But on the good days it’s a more gentle reminder. It infuses the world with an awareness, a sadness, the tenderness of missing you in this moment and the next and yet knowing you’re always with the people who you loved and who loved you. “your hand isn’t in mine, but I feel/it there—when I am asleep, awake,” Renia White wrote.

A community inevitably formed around Phil—in life and even in death, because he burned so brightly, pulling others into his orbit—and I’ve been fortunate to get to know so many of them. The friends I’ve made, the people Phil knew and loved in his life. I love them for the wonderful people they are—and that tenderness reminds me of him. It’s multiplied exponentially, this affection and joy. You brought us together and now we can all celebrate you and each other and life together. You’re the heart and soul of it all, as always—the solid center. You are a brilliant director, Phil. We’ve always known that. You’re still directing us, in your way, and it’s your best work yet. Thank you for letting us be part of it.

There are not enough words in the world to say what Phil Hoffman means to me personally. Nearly every single thing in my life that I can reach out and touch right now is thanks to him in some way. The films and plays and art and life I’ve experienced because of him. He’s a blessing, every shade of him. Layers of coats and scarves and cigarette smoke. The bump on his nose, the mark in his forehead where he was smacked with a golf club once. The way he’d laugh with his whole body, rocking back and forth like he couldn’t physically contain it all. A relentless, agonizing, earnest pursuit of the truth. Eyes that could disappear into any role and pierce any heart. Freckles, everywhere. His thoughtfulness, the way he’d stop and think and truly search for an honest answer if the question deserved it. Bear hugs that could heal. Support that meant the world to so many. His city. Acting—with so much raw talent and hard work he made it look easy, but he never made it easy on us, forcing audiences to recognize ourselves and confront the hardest questions. His temper (redheads, huh). His playfulness, that grin. The way he’s been here all along. Music and pancakes in the kitchen.

He’s gone and that will always be wrong. Addiction is a black hole. But it doesn’t get to claim him. That’s not his whole story, it’s not even the end of his story—there will always be part of Philip that is whole and safe and protected, as David Sheff said of his beloved son who also struggled with addiction. I’ll never stop fighting for that part of him, the pieces we carry in our hearts. From Rilke, one of Phil’s favorite writers: “It cannot end this way because it does not end at all if it was something strong and beautiful. It continues to work its effects in unceasing transformations.” You were strong and beautiful and you are, to this day, unending and true.

Phil once said, “The richness of life is all the good and joy and thrill of it, but also all the disappointment, hurt, and heartache of it. And that all of that is what’s great.” I think he’d want us to feel our grief deeply until we come out the other side with the good and the joy and feel human again. It’s not a one-time journey—it’s daily, sometimes—but it’s worth it. You’ve hurt me and you’ve disappointed me and you’re the best person I’ve ever known, beloved. Anyone lucky enough to know this feeling—this ferocious love—would tear the world apart and put it back together for you. To love to love to love.

I miss you every day, Phil. When it gets too painful and it hurts too much, I imagine you taking that long, free breath you always sought and finding the peace you deserve, and I know you’re okay. Thank you for everything. You’ve taught me how to live and even when it’s hard, even when there are days like today when I can’t think straight I miss you so much, I will live for you. Your heart beats with mine. I love you, Phil, I love you forever ❤️

#angel of the cosmos #you've made all the difference in the world i'm so proud of you

[themanwhomadeamonster]

⚡️ 💕 🎨

WAINLOCK COMING IN CLUTCH THANKS BRUV <3

Ask game hereeee

⚡️Who are some artists that have influenced you?

I HAVE SO MANY but for "fine art":

Artemisia Gentileschi bc baroque my beloved, her works are rly fun hehe

A sculptist but Eric Freitas, he makes really beautiful and intricate clockwork sculptures that look very fragile

Benedicto Cabrera I love his flowy fabrics SO SO MUCH

Also shout out to Rodel Tapaya! I saw one of his installations in the NGA when I was a kid with my parents and it left them stunned, I had to ask them what it meant. I'm not that fond of works that are super vibrant (nothing bad, just that my eyes can't handle it lol) but that one stuck with me forever.

💕Do you have a favorite character to draw?

At the moment it's my knight oc hehe x) I drew another pic of them just now actually!

🎨Describe your creating process?

For digital it's:

Horribly messy sketch

clean it up a bit

Colour flats

Lose track of what's the sketch and colour layer so I inevitably merge them and doodle everything like lights and shadows on the one layer LOL

Multiply for shadow accents and whatever other fancy rendering I need to do

For traditional it's:

Block out the shape

Block out shadows then fill

Erase shadows to define them better then fill more shadows

Repeat until picture looks nice :>

I can afford to be chaotic on digital but I love traditional too bc it lets me be more meticulous and careful, and I get to be more detailed on a smaller sized canvas!

#ask game

[mmmwafflesart]

love me some Legend of Zelda: Spit Takes

#legend of zelda #spirit tracks #toon link #loz #st #link #wafflesart #traditional sketch #in a shocking turn of events I tried out traditional after years #unsurprisingly the sketch is pretty rough #(tiny bit of cleanup was needed) #but that just means I need more practice #when I get more confident I'll try out traditional coloring #for now multiply layer my beloved

[kimostv]

return of the king

[ID: Digital drawing of Taako, a lean elven man with tan skin and shoulder-length, dyed blonde hair. He’s standing with one leg up on a box, resting his arm on the leg while gesturing outward with the other arm. He looks like he’s mid-explanation about something he thinks should be basic knowledge. He’s wearing blue pants and shirt, a blue-green coat tied at the waist with a yellow sash, a red scarf, and a large wizard’s hat the same color as the coat. A wand is tucked behind his ear.]

#now is the king me or taako?? that's for you to decide and you to know also #i sure dont lol #just had to chug out a boy. go back to my roots #i was abt to fully render this until i realized i didnt have enough braincells for that shit #so. multiply layer my beloved #tvarts #taako #taz balance #the adventure zone

[ardenigh]

thats an ugly sorta deja vu huh

#graham casner #my FRICKIGN beloved i love this guy sm #i missed being mad while drawing the beard #but i also can't forgo it siwelp uses the beard undertone #the white vault #fool and scholar productions #im glad to b back on an f&s kick aaaaa!! #also MAN compared to my last casner art this one is a lil more pizzazz no??? #like look im blending tones now!!!! im playing with blurs!!! im not just slapping multiply over everything!!! #there is one (1) multiply layer here and it is a small overlay to give his eye slight shadow #if anything happens to him in s5 i will never recover but im also genuinely prepared for being Sad forever sjdfdj #kstatz said is anyone going to not be poignantly Bitter and then didn't wait for an answer #the fact that there is no ESCAPE for him tears me uP PLEASE HE IS A FATHER

[mmikmmik2]

Amelia’s backstory and her quest to resurrect Alrick based on her memories of him remind me of how Douglas Hofstadter wrote about the death of his wife Carol in his great philosophical book about consciousness and identity, I Am A Strange Loop. (This post is intended to appreciate and explore Infinity Train’s capacity to raise philosophical questions, not to trivialize the tragic loss of a real human being, and I hope I’ve succeeded in achieving that.)

It’s undeniable that Amelia’s quest was a terrible idea, could not possibly have been what Alrick would have wanted for her, was not good for Amelia, and was not ethical towards the hypothetical denizen version of Alrick. But Hofstadter’s perspective on personhood and consciousness argues that it might not have been completely doomed to fail. That creating a being that copied Amelia’s internal understanding of Alrick wouldn’t have been a “fake” Alrick, but could actually have meaningfully restored some spark of the unique existence that was Alrick - an incomplete resurrection, but a true one.

The name “Carol” denotes, for me, far more than just a body, which is now gone, but rather a very vast pattern, a style, a set of things including memories, hopes, dreams, beliefs, loves, reactions to music, sense of humor, self-doubt, generosity, compassion, and so on. Those things are to some extent sharable, objective, and multiply instantiable, a bit like software on a diskette. And my obsessive writing-down of memories, and the many videotapes she is on, and all our collective brain-stored memories of Carol make those pattern-aspects of her still exist, albeit in spread-out form - spread out among different videotapes, among different friends’ and relatives’ brains, among different yellow-sheeted notebooks, and so on. In any case, there is a spread-out pattern of Carolness very clearly discernable in this physical world. And in that sense, Carolness survives.

[...]

I keep trying, though, to figure out the extent to which I believe that because of my memories of her (in my brain or on paper), and those of other people, some of Carol’s consciousness, her interiority, remains on this planet. Being a strong believer in the noncentralizedness of consciousness, in its distributedness, I tend to think that although any individual’s consciousness is primarily resident in one particular brain, it is also somewhat present in other brains as well, and so, when the central brain is destroyed, tiny fragments of the living individual remain - remain alive, that is.

Although Amelia and Alrick had friends and souvenirs of their life together, there are only two places on the train where Alrickness survives: in Amelia’s brain, and in Amelia’s tape. If you assume Amelia is operating off similar beliefs (probably as guiding intuition and not something she could clearly articulate), it could explain why Amelia did such strange things to express Alrickness - using his voice changer, making a robotsona in a black cloak that mimicked his goofy character in a black hoodie. And it adds another layer to her rage when Tulip trapped her in her own tape - not just anger that Tulip had forced her to relive those beloved but painful memories, but also anger that the Steward had to destroy the tape to free her, and hence destroy such a vivid and comprehensive record of Alrick.

#i almost used the word 'quixotic' in this post but it was already far too pretentious #infinity train #amelia hughes #i think amelia is probably an atheist

[christopher89]

The Pure and the impure

PURE Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: But if a man or woman live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that comes is vanity. Rejoice, O young man and woman, in your youth: and your heart cheer you in the day of your youth, and walk in the ways of your heart, and the sight of your eyes: but know this, that all these things God will bring you into judgment. Therefore remove sorrow from your heart, and put away evil from your flesh: for childhood and youth are vanity. Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw night, when you shall say, I have no pleasure in them; Ecclesiastes 11:7-10, 12:1

Gird up your lions with full of goodness.

We merge our souls together as one.

We embrace each other wrapping each other in layers of webs.

The goodness multiply uncontrollable as we drifted deeply. The waves drift and pounding against the ship. The feeling is such pure ecstasy. I decrease at the presence and melt away like wax and feeling as like a child of need of care. A need for the shield of protection and I feel like this floating high up as I loose myself as to surrender. The thorns and the wicked shall not prevail against me nor be consumed because the my Bridegroom has me in her wings. The smell of it is like honeycomb, the taste was sweet to the soul, health to the bones, and fulfilling with love until I succumb. The hairs of my back stood up and my feet feels like pins and needles go straight upward upon me as a lifting up feeling. "Love is long, and is kind; love envies not; love vaunt not not itself, is not puffed up, does not behave itself unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil; Rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; Bears all things, believes all things, Hope's all things, endures all things. Love never fails: but whether there be prophesie, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away" 1 Corinthians 13:4-8. "Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substances of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned" Solomon 8:7.

In the morning from the rising of the sun shall I be hatched out of my beloved nest having wings as a butterfly.

The reason why I never changed nor gave it away for something else, because I never left my first love. Even if things are seem to be so different. I will still stand upon it forever without having an end.

IMPURE

Carnal flesh will never be satisfied enough where they go all day long. They cannot endure enough but only to seek after gratification. They seek to one thing that is more desirable than the whole thing. And later on down the down road it will get so tiring and less desirable and less tasteful. That sticky tape of what you use to get your enthusiasm from feeling electrify is no longer sticky enough to get you feeling that way. You get desperate, strive for it and not knowing that you are striving in sorrows down into an narrow pit. You begin to wrinkled up and the sponge is at the point of drying up and your balloons are deflated. You increase your iniquities because it has over taken you.

"O Lord, rebuke me not in your wrath: neither chasten me in your hot displeasure. For my arrows stick fast in me, and my hands pressed me sore. There is no soundness in my flesh because of the amger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin. Fore my iniquities are gone over my head: as a heavy burden they are too heavy for me. My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness. I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long. For my loins are filled with loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh. I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart. Lord, all my desires is before you; and my groaning is not hid from you. My heart panted, my strength fails me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me" Psalm 38:1-10

It's like soaking up blood and dust making the shout think, heavy, and tough.

The real reason why they can't feel the compassion like they use too before? Is because they consume everyday craving the fire. They add onto the stuff that is not love with their own portion. They don't take the time to build the relationship of not having patience. They will blur out things of what you talk about except on the few words if you talk about this, and that will trigger them to speak a lot on that subject. It can seem good or not so good. And suddenly when they notice that they heard everything about you has confirmed. They will somehow reveal the holes to found a weak spot. They will try to found a justification that will fit their description

#poetry #spoiled poetry #poem #deep poetry #deep love #Christian #biblewisdom #writing #truth

[noro-noro-noro]

y’all remember that movie all dogs go to heaven? i mean clearly i do bc my blog title is based off it but i am asking YOU, beloved mutuals & followers. anyway i just uncovered some hidden memories of that one scene towards the end while editing a photo bc i was fuckin around with a photo & put on a bright red multiply layer, which reminded me of this thing

& that scene scared the SHIT out of me as a kid. i remember feeling nothing but complete horror and fear. i thought “that’s the devil. he’s here for me right now.” & accepted my death in the living room. & then i forgot about it for like 14 years or something until this point idk

#noro.txt

[luciferstempest]

The promise •°• Ch 2

Find Chapter one here

The promise

Chapter Two - The promise 

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Pairing: Nick x Lucifer

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"I can give you justice... Peace." •••

It was a simple conversation really, but it held so much weight to both parties. Sure, Lucifer could just find another vessel easily but that wasn't what held the weight for him, it was what Nick would become that carried the value, he had not known it yet. He only saw a man in pain, with a mind filled with anger that he was not a stranger to, he saw something familiar in him, something he could use to get permission as it turned out, something he could twist but eventually wanted to relieve Nick of.

Lucifer knew Nick wouldn't be able to hold him as he is, he needed Sam for that but Nick would be strong enough to survive until Detroit where he would most likely enter a catatonic state if he didn't die first, it was a mere fact that was evident to Lucifer from the beginning. One or both of them would die in the end.

Days, it had seemed like, to Nick, though in truth it was only a few moment as Nick was suspended in a moment in time, Lucifer planted a thought in Nick's mind that would make his pain flare and in turn, it would multiply the anger he held. It was simply, really.

It started with a baby crying and eventually seeing the blood run down the crib, a scene we're familiar with, Nick was already broken and this was just theatrics, even without it Nick would've said yes but Lucifer was never one to leave something to chance.

Lucifer took the form of his beloved Sarah, inserting himself in Nick's mind and making his presence known to the human.

Nick appeared to be sleeping but startled, he had shot up, his eyes falling on his previously deceased wife. To say he was shocked would be an understatement.

"You're dreaming, Nick." Is all that Lucifer said at first, not moving from his spot, apprehensive that he would scare the human off. "But that doesn't mean this isn't real." He added.

Nick shook his head ever so slightly and frowned. "Sarah?" He asked, it felt way too real to be a dream but how else could he explain it, he would know his wife anywhere but she was dead, thus this couldn't be true... Could it?

Lucifer took a step forward. "I'm not your wife." She stated softly. "I'm an angel." She said matter of factly.

"An angel." Nick repeated void of any real emotion as he stared at her.

"My name is Lucifer." Lucifer continued even though she felt the disbelief emitting from Nick.

"Sure." Nick responded promptly, looking away for a moment. He couldn't look at Sarah for more than a few minutes without feeling the pain, the guilt wash over him. He just had to remind himself this wasn't real. "Naturally. Uh.. Can you do me a favor there Satan." Nick set emphasis on the word. "Remind me to quit drinking before I go to bed." Honestly, he just wanted to wake up from this dream even if his wife was in it. You'd think he'd revel in seeing her again but on the contrary, it made him feel worse.. The fact that he wasn't there for her, that he had went out and drank, if only he had came straight home... She wouldn't be..

"I'm here because you're special, Nick." Lucifer purposefully used his name in every sentence. "There are very few people like you." Though she had referred to him being a vessel, Lucifer thought he was special in more than one instance. He could hold Lucifer for a time which made him stronger than most even though he would eventually deteriorate. After all he had been through, he still lived even when all in him wanted to give up, there as something in him that somehow still believed even when his heart had stopped believing, Lucifer wanted more an anything to believe things could change, like Nick did.

"Is that so." Nick replied incredulously.

"You're a vessel. A very powerful vessel. " Lucifer replied.

"Meaning what exactly." Nick asked, sitting up a little straighter and actually starting to listen to what the facade of his wife was saying, feeling himself get pulled in by Lucifer's smooth words and Nick's curiosity getting the better of him.

"I need to take control of your mind and body." Lucifer said, taking a step towards Nick. "To be honest.. It will probably be unpleasant for you but it is necessary. " Lucifer knew it would be very unpleasant, excruciatingly painful at the end.. Like his insides were boiling and if Nick would've asked, she would've told him exactly that but lucky for Lucifer, Nick never asked that particular question.

"OK. Look. If its all the same to you, I'd like to wake up now." Nick said, his conscious fighting for control over the situation he was highly sceptical of, fighting to separate fact from fiction and most importantly, his wife. Her mere image only taunted him, showed him what he lost. When he looked at her all he saw was those vacant azure eyes staring accusingly up at him.

"I told you. This is real." Lucifer responded, feeling herself  start to lose control of the situation. "Don't be afraid." She said, taking a seat beside Nick on the facade of the bed that he and Sarah had shared. "This is your decision. You need to invite me in." Lucifer explained.

"Even if this is real, which its not but assuming it was. Why the hell would I ever do something like that?" Nick asked incredulously, just wanting this to end so he can get back to drinking and sleeping.. Living what was left of his life.

A layer of anger waved over Lucifer, she clenched her jaw slightly. "You people misunderstand me." She said. "You call me Satan and Devil but.. Do you know my crime?"

Nick merely shook his head, waiting for Lucifer to continue.

"I loved god too much." She stated. "Before that he betrayed me, punished me. Just as he's punished you."

The statement awoke something Nick had buried deep inside, he looked away as the images flooded his mind, their faces.. The blood.. The stains even after everything had been cleaned up.. He still knew, he could still see it vividly in his mind even after all this time.

"After all." Lucifer continued. "How could god stand idly by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds. There are only two rational answers, Nick. Either he's sadistic, or he simply doesn't care."

Nick looked back at Lucifer and Lucifer could see from the look splayed across his face he had already won. The anger pumped through his veins as he listened to Lucifer, he suddenly had someone to blame.

"You're angry." Lucifer stated the obvious which added to Nick's anger. "You have every right to be angry, I am angry too that's why I want to find him, hold him accountable for his actions. Just because he created us doesn't mean he can toy with us like playthings."

"If I help you.." Nick said softly, his family still the only thing on his mind. "Can you bring back my family?"

"I'm sorry..I can't" Lucifer replied truthfully. "But I can give you the next best thing. God did this to you Nick and I can give you justice. Peace.." Lucifer said the one thing, the thing she would most regret she did during the apocalypse.

A promise she couldn't back out from, a promise she didn't know would eventually cause her so much pain.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Nick asked, for once honestly looking at Lucifer, believing her.

"Because contrary to popular belief, I don't lie." Lucifer stated. "I don't need to... What I need is you."

Nick looked away, he couldn't really be considering this.. Saying yes to the literal devil, even if this was just in his head, even if it was just a dream.

"Nick, I need you to say yes." Lucifer said softly, pushing Nick a bit more.

The images flashed through Nick's head constantly, a final tiny push from Lucifer. The crib, the baby crying, the blood.. Their faces. He couldn't take it anymore, he would have done anything at that moment to make it stop, to get justice for them. They deserved someone that would fight for them, their justice and if he had to accept Lucifer to do that, he would. He couldn't be strong enough to fight for them but Lucifer, an archangel, he could.

Nick looked back at Lucifer. "Yes." His voice unwavering as he spoke.

A small smirk spread from the corners of Sarah's lips as Nick said the one word Lucifer had been waiting for and Lucifer took the new form without hesitation.

Lucifer could have easily found another vessel that would do just fine until Sam said yes, one that needed less coaxing but truth is, something about Nick felt familiar, he wanted him. Lucifer would tell himself that he was convenient, he's just the first human that he saw but that wasn't true. The more he spoke with Nick, the more attached he became and left a big hole of possibility which wouldn't come to pass but the fact still stood, from the first time Nick laid eyes on Lucifer, it changed them both in ways no one could foresee, no one could change.

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Plant Parenthood

*I recommend that all bachelors have a garden. It will give them the experience of being a parent.”  Richard Goodman

  One time when I was the celebrity garden guest on an HGTV program, the discussion turned to relationships and family. My advice was like Richard Goodman. I announced that relationships and parenting are like gardening. They require being present, constant nurturing, detailed attention, consistent efforts, and sometimes sacrifice. If you can grow a plant, you can grow a relationship.

 We parent for a lifetime. A garden is forever evolving.

 Autumn is the best time to plant. The temperature is usually a bit cooler, yet the soil is warm.  Hopefully, a bit of rain will also provide precipitation.  During this season, I encourage more people to become plant parents. The secret is to get going now before the first frost.

 There are so many easy and inexpensive ways to get started.  You can grow in containers, on windowsills, even in cardboard boxes. You can buy seeds, bulbs, seedlings, or full-grown plants. Or you can get plants for free by propagating them yourself, with a little help from your friends.

 If you are a beginner, start small so that you don’t get discouraged. Since growing our own food is empowering and nutritious, perhaps start with containers of your favorite herbs or vegetables. Soil is the most important aspect of growing a successful garden. Great garden soil is full of organic matter and crumbles like cake in your hands. According to the Home Garden Seed Association, rich soil is the home of an array of organisms, bacteria, fungi, and insects. It drains efficiently, yet it still retains essential water for the plants. They offer these tips to determine if your soil is ready to accommodate plants. 

1. Take a handful of your garden soil and squeeze it. It should hold its shape. Then drop it. It should crumble. This is optimum.

 2. If it stays in a ball or falls apart the second you open your hand, you need to add compost to correct the poor drainage. The point is to assist your soil in retaining water and nutrients. Work about three inches of compost into your existing soil, then try the experiment again.

 You can buy bags of garden soil, potting soil, and compost. If you are planting in a pot, make sure to purchase new potting soil which has the necessary nutrients to help your plants flourish.

If you are buying plants to boost your autumn curb appeal, simple-to-grow suggestions include pansies, ornamental kale, snapdragons, chrysanthemums, primulas, violas, and Iceland Poppies. 

 My favorite way of birthing new vegetation is through propagation. Many of the specimens in my garden have been slips, cuttings, seeds, divisions, roots, bulbs, or pinches from my mom’s, sibling’s, or friend’s gardens. A garden is to share and there is nothing more satisfying than growing floras derived from a beloved garden.

 Here are ways to become a plant parent or grow your current plant family for little or no cost. In the botanical world, we call it sexual propagation or asexual propagation.

 Sexual Propagation

Seeds: 

Be a seed saver. Save seeds from your favorite flowers. Because of random pollination by a variety of insects, the baby may differ from the mother. My favorite seeds to save from my flowers are nigella, sunflower, hollyhock, cosmos, nasturtium, calendula, marigold, and lavender. I’m scattering the nasturtium this autumn and the rest will be sowed in the spring. In my potager, I collected the seeds of arugula, sugar snap peas, pole beans, and Swiss Chard. If you saved these vegetable seeds from your summer crops, sow them now. I have grown numerous trees from seeds (and pits) including magnolia, Asian Pear, apple, plum, peach, flowering cherry, Japanese maple, pistache, and loquat. When you gather the seeds, dry them on a screen and place them into a brown paper bag. Label with the date and store in a dark space until you are ready to sow.

 Asexual Propagation

This is also called vegetative propagation because the vegetative parts of the plants are used: stems, leaves, roots, and organs. 

Cuttings, pinches, and slips: Soon I’ll be pinching my geraniums and pelargoniums. After letting the cuttings harden off for a few days, they will be planted directly in the ground throughout my hillside in sunny areas.  Every year in February, I hard prune my many rose bushes. I gave over a hundred cane cuttings to my neighbor and within three months, she had a glorious blooming rose garden. Pinch a small piece of a succulent and it will grow in a pot or the ground. My prolific grapevines are the result of cuttings from our Napa vineyards.

 Dividing: Using a garden fork, divide daylilies, Bearded irises, Bergenia, peonies, astilbe, bleeding hearts, Oriental lilies, Naked ladies, and other perennials that are getting too crowded. Rhizomes that are divided such as Bergenia and Bearded iris, can be cut into smaller pieces and planted. Many bulbs multiply including Naked Ladies and daffodils. By digging up a few, you can greatly increase the blooms in your landscape. I started with one Naked Lady (Amaryllis Belladonna) bulb and now boast a blanketed slope of hundreds. 

 Rooting: Kids love rooting in water in a jar and putting the jars on a windowsill. Sweet potatoes, green onions, ginger, avocadoes, and lettuces can be sprouted in this manner. The ones you buy in the vegetable aisle can be used, although they may not produce as abundantly as ones from a garden center. My preferred method of growing potatoes and sweet potatoes is to cut chunks with an eye or two, let them harden for a couple of days, then plant in a cardboard box placed in my potager with compost-rich soil. By planting them in the box, I always know where to harvest. The cardboard box decomposes adding to the mulch.  Layering cardboard in your raised bed before adding the soil is also an environmentally friendly system to suffocate weeds. Ginger can be grown similarly, however, let the sliced pieces of ginger soak in water for twenty-four hours after cutting and before planting.

 Grafting, budding, and layering are other ways to propagate plants but if you want exact clones, investigate tissue culture techniques. Whatever way you decide to be a plant parent, you will be rewarded. If something doesn’t work, don’t worry. Failure is fertilizer. Put the mistakes on your compost pile and grow a new garden.

Photos and more: https://www.lamorindaweekly.com/archive/issue1516/Digging-Deep-with-Goddess-Gardener-Cynthia-Brian-Plant-parenthood.html

 Happy parenting. Happy gardening. Happy growing!

Cynthia Brian, The Goddess Gardener, is available for hire to help you prepare for your spring garden. Raised in the vineyards of Napa County, Cynthia is a New York Times best-selling author, actor, radio personality, speaker, media and writing coach as well as the Founder and Executive Director of Be the Star You Are!® 501 c3. Tune into Cynthia’s StarStyle® Radio Broadcast at www.StarStyleRadio.com.

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It’s been a little while since I tackled something from @atowncalledbedlam. I believe the lesson from this one should be ‘always ask the artist for the source files’, but a part of me always likes to make these a surprise. There are three poses from the original sketch, and I wanted to color them all. I figured them to be pretty easy with my improved skills, but I ran into a problem on my part. I’ll get into it more down below. Right now, a brief summary.

This scootaloo is from some concept sketches for @southernbelleaj‘s current running comic The Only One. Dilarus has been one to advocate differing body types for these canon characters and has done wonderful things as a result. Giving our beloved cast more personality and depth without them having to say a single word. One of many marks that makes a good cartoonist which Dil aspires to be.

Original sketch and more writing below the Keep Reading line.

I might still go back and color the other two. It’s just that it ended up being a bit more time consuming than I had originally thought. I opened this post with me saying I needed to get the source files from Dil before hand, and here’s why.

Dil has a light touch with his art. This is a style, not a shortcoming. When he’s not expecting something to be colored, he’ll leave open lines that help attribute to his sketching style. I personally enjoy it as its kind of interesting how the mind completes the line for us. We hardly even notice the lines unless you end up coloring for the guy for over a year. But that’s not hard to overcome. You just complete the line with color and fill in the rest.

Well, the issue came more for me wanting to change the line color from the light blue to something more show accurate. A darker hue of the colors they contained. Well, Dil’s sketching brush has some soft edges to it so every time I tried to delete all the white it would alias (make blocky lines) the sketch if not outright delete some of the lines. It didn’t look good, and what’s the point of coloring Dilarus’ sketch if it doesn’t highlight his wonderful line work?

I tried a bunch of different ways to get it to work. None of the quicker ways were working, so I had to go with the slower rout.

Putting the original sketch as a Multiply Layer keeps you from killing the lines when you color over them, but it will also kind of blend with them as well. Above is the original blue lines, but coloring them with the body and hair colors made them dark enough to seem like a black outline instead of a clashing blue one. Of course this meant carefully covering the edges by hand instead of using the myriad shortcuts that digital art provides us.

Of course it’s likely he has the layers separate in the source files rather than the .jpg that I ripped from the site. It would have been quick and easy then. Welp, that ones on me. Another learning experience, no?

I’m still satisfied how this turned out. I want to see more of this style of scoots in color. I’ll get to the rest of them eventually.

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