#hence the inconsistent coloring

[tekatonic]

The Infinite drawings I promised ! Inspired from concept art.

#infinite the jackal #expect his SEGAU design to take big cues from this #honestly it was really fun #i already love his base design #but the numerous concept designs were a really fun inspo #i'm really into the cloak thing #sad he didn't get to keep it #funny how blue pencil makes the paper look whiter. #colors weren't captured super well on this hence why there might be color inconsistencies from alt text to image #the drawing on the left ? that pinkish color is actually a dark warm magenta. the bright red on the top middle drawing is actually burgundy #stuff like that #it's fine i'm not too mad about it #sorry about the lighting again #teka art

[trashcantasch]

Anhane + Akitoya arcade double date

It's kind of hard to tell but Kohane's hair is down (just hard to see because hoodie I guess?)

Transcript below read more if you can't read my bad handwriting

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Kohane: Toya-kun is really good at crane games...

Image 2

An: How

Akito: Skill

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NPC: You have such a cool boyfriend!

Kohane: huh?

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An: Excuse you, I'M Kohane-chan's boyfriend

Kohane: An-chan...

Akito: useless lesbian

An: Shut up Akito

#project sekai #colorful stage #proseka #aoyagi toya #toya aoyagi #azusawa kohane #kohane azusawa #shinonome akito #akito shinonome #shiraishi an #an shiraishi #anhane #akitoya #vivid bad squad #art #i like to think they are chill with doing their own things for a bit #hence this page #ignore that an's hair style is inconsistent i wasn't thinking #anyways i love these guys :) #happy pride 🌈

[daycourtofficial]

Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 10

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

Author’s note: yall. I love this part. It’s all Azzy baby.

(Masterlist)

Cassian: I feel weird doing this

Cassian: it feels like an invasion of privacy

Rhys: just let me know, one way or the other, how she feels about Az

Rhys: it’s not really an invasion. They invited you.

Rhys: this way, if she doesn’t like him, we can help Az move on

Cassian: they’re grilling her about Az

Cassian: if she doesn’t like him she’s an incredible actress

Cassian: shit, the movie’s starting - talk later

-

You wake up sometime close to midnight, throat dry and in desperate need of water. You groan into your pillow, reaching for the glass on your nightstand only to not find it.

Cursing yourself for washing the dish and not replacing it, you push off the bed, not quite opening your eyes fully in the hopes of going back to sleep quickly.

You open your door, padding through the dark living room toward your kitchen. You grab a glass from the cabinet and open the fridge, filling your glass from the carafe.

Your legs start growing cold in the night air as you slide the pitcher back in, closing the door with your hip as you walk back to your room, only to stop short at a phone screen lighting up the living room.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, sitting on the couch at Azriel’s feet. He bends his legs, pulling his feet towards him to let you sit down.

He looked incredibly cozy - he was wrapped up in a massive blanket that showed the night sky, his tiny stuffed bat was perched on his chest. He locks his phone, putting it on the coffee table, giving you his full attention.

“Rhys and his dad were arguing over the phone, and those fights can last ages. I wanted to give him some privacy.”

To accent his point, you can hear muffled shouting through the wall, Rhys’s anger permeating the wall between you two.

“And to be somewhere more quiet.”

He pauses, then looks at you, hazel eyes glowing in the darkness, “I’m sorry, I should go, I kind of auto-piloted over here-“

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s fine,” you say, nestling into the couch.

“Does he have a name?”

He knits his brows at your question, until he follows your eyes to the bat in his arms.

“Uh, no, he doesn’t.”

“That’s a shame,” your gaze lingers on the bat as Azriel sits up. You two fall into a peaceful quiet, until he tells you, voice soft, “I uh - Cassian got me this plushie. When we were kids, my uh step-brothers lit my hands on fire.”

You turn to him, and he’s not sure if it’s how big your eyes are peering at him, or the way your hair is mused with sleep, or just how small and vulnerable you look, but he continues.

“Cassian bought it for me when I was in the hospital. He didn’t have much money, but with his last damn dime he bought me this stuffed bat.”

He looks at it, the thing that has brought him such comfort from such a horrifying experience. It was worn, its color inconsistent across the fabric from where his hands and arms have constantly held onto it.

“Sometimes in my dreams I’m that kid again, and they’re pouring the gasoline on my hands again. But the - the bat helps.”

Hence why he brought it over, you think.

He keeps talking, unsure why. “The bat can also be warmed up and it helps when my hands hurt.”

“Do they hurt now?”

“A little,” he tells you.

“May I?” You nod towards his hands, and he can’t hide the shock on his face at your question.

He’s never had anyone ask. Everything about this is so new. For someone to let him come to them when he was comfortable, instead of feeling entitled to his trauma.

He reaches his hands out to you, placing them gently in your hands. Your hands are cold, but soft. Your thumbs begin stroking softly, working their way into the muscle, and he moans at the sensation.

His cheeks redden, but you continue your task at hand, rubbing into his hands, soothing the dull ache that always accompanies them.

He almost misses your words, too focused on the way your fingers feel.

“I wish the world had been kinder to you.”

You don’t look up, your eyes focused on his hands as you continue your work.

“But at least you had Cassian and Rhys to be there. I know it doesn’t stop what happened, but at least you weren’t alone.”

His lips part, and his fingers twitch, the urge to wrap yours in his stronger with your kind words.

But he doesn’t, not yet. He lets you continue your work, massaging his hands, and a comfortable silence settles over both of you.

He shifts his legs as you turn to face toward him, and he cages you in with his legs. He pushes forward a bit, resting his forehead on yours as you continue massaging his hands.

“Was it hard? Having to let your hands heal?”

“Mm, yes. It was a pain, especially having to relearn everything. I dropped so many cups and plates because my grip would just give out.”

You’re quiet as you let him ruminate on old memories, your touch making him feel so calm. He feels so far away from that boy who had to learn how to grasp doorknobs, to put on socks, to hold a brush.

He thinks about those months and how Cassian and Rhys’s love carried him through those years. How they helped rebandage his hands every day, how they would massage his hands, how they would ensure he did his daily exercises.

They were the most important people in his life, but maybe you’ve wiggled your way into getting that descriptor too.

It’s quiet in your apartment, the only noise the humming from your throat.

“What are you humming?”

You squint your eyes, trying to remember the name of it. “It’s by Mitski, I think.”

He pulls his right from your grasp, pulling his phone back out, along with a pair of headphones. He opens the Spotify app on his phone, typing in ‘Mitski’ into the search bar.

“Oh yeah, it’s that one,” you point at the screen, as he plugs in the headphones, offering one to you. You move closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder to be close enough to share the headphones.

You nestle it into your ear, the soft sounds of “My Love Mine All Mine” playing into the earbuds that connect the two of you.

Azriel looks down at you, how soft and content you look. He wraps an arm around you, holding you to him as he moves his legs underneath you, stretching them out against the sofa. His hold on you causes you to shift with him, your body half on his, an arm around his waist as your face is buried into his neck.

Your eyes grow heavier, the soft melody of Mitski’s voice and Azriel’s fingers stroking through your hair lulling you back to sleep

-

Cassian opens the door to his room, ready to head out for this godforsaken 8 AM class he had to sign up for. He’s heading towards the kitchen to grab whatever fruit you two have, he thinks there’s either a banana or an orange, when he stops in his doorway.

You and Azriel are asleep on the couch. You’re on top of Azriel, your face tucked between his chest and the couch. Cassian looks closer and sees that your arm is wrapped around the bat plushie he bought Azriel all those years ago. Azriel’s arms are wrapped around you loosely, keeping you in place.

He laughs at the pair of headphones that are wrapped between the two of you, tangled amidst arms and hair, music still playing from them.

He pulls his phone out, snapping a quick photo. He opens his messages, searching for the chat entitled they’re idiots, which included Rhys, Mor, and Feyre, and sends the photo. He grabs an orange, heading to the door trying to be as silent as possible.

As he reaches for the doorknob as his phone starts vibrating with new messages.

Feyre: they look so cute tho 🥰

Feyre: omg Cass wake her up

Feyre: she has class early today!!

Rhys: and risk the wrath of Azriel in the morning?

Rhys: don’t do it

Rhys: he’s a cranky bastard in the morning

Cassian types out a response, shutting the door softly behind him.

Cassian: maybe he won’t be today

#acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #azriel x y/n #acotar writing

[eshtaresht]

(ID under the cut)

a series of EYES I made last summer while camping (with tents and all), spent about an hour and a half on each, hence the poor materials and inconsistent proportions. inspired by the 5th season of tma and follows jon and martin on a very normal day

[Image ID:

six drawings with a similar motif: a giant eye in the unnaturally colored sky surrounded by 12 smaller eyes. foreground is black and only shows silhouettes of two people and various plants.

first image is red. the bloodshot eye takes up most of the sky, has a round iris and looks menacingly, aggressively down at two people who stand together and look back at it.

second image is orange, with the eye looking smaller and higher up in the sky, it's iris slit vertically, a bit animalistic and menacing. two figures in the foreground help each other to get across a coomb.

third image is yellow. the eye looks sly with its tight-slitted iris, like a cat spotting prey. two people walk further not paying it any mind.

fourth image is green. the eye has a regular iris and looks, unimpressed, at the viewer instead of the two people, who share a hug. only a couple of eyes seem to cheer for them.

fifth image is blue. the eye hangs lower and its iris is horizontal like one of a goat, and it seems more peaceful with its rounded edges. the two tired people are slowly walking hand in hand.

sixth image is purple. the eye with a regular iris is sleepy and almost closed, hanging low over horizon. the two people rest on a top of a hill back to back, dozing off.

End ID]

#tma #the magnus archives #traditional art #acrylic painting #jonmartin #tma spoilers #tma season five #cw eye imagery #cw eye contact #image id added now! #scopophobia tw #eye contact #esht does art

[berriweb]

╰┈➤ ❝ wrong place, wrong time ❞

: ̗̀➛ ft. miles morales x reader

: ̗̀➛ warnings. brief description of reader’s injuries

: ̗̀➛ part two / part four

: ̗̀➛ a/n. y’all are way more into this than i expected LMAOAOAO and I totally didn’t pick tostones bc that’s what i was eating while i wrote this (im lying) also here’s a daily reminder that I don’t proof read bc im lazy

Blood. Cologne, air freshener, and the familiar scene of a laundry detergent you could never guess from a specific brand you never remember.

As your brain filled with thoughts and you became more aware of your surroundings, you took note of the first smells you picked up as you awakened. Unlike what was expected, you weren’t lying on another cold, hard and rough surface. You were in a bed, a comfy one at that, sinking into the mattress and covered with a blanket so soft you were tempted to act like you hadn’t regained consciousness and fall right back asleep in it’s warmth, snuggling further into the sheets and willing yourself to forget you ever woke up. But you knew better.

Memories of what had recently occurred flashed through your head without warning and you lost all desire to go back to sleep. Maybe you were right, maybe it was just an incredibly outrageous nightmare?

You shot up without thinking and your head almost immediately missed the comfort of the pillow, pain shooting through your temple so sudden that for a moment you feared you’d pass out again. Gritting your teeth, your hands hurriedly reached to rub your forehead in an attempt to dull the headache brought upon you while ignoring the aching in your side. Once it was tolerable again, you opened your eyes and almost felt a sense of relief wash over you.

You were in Miles’ bed, hence the familiar scent you’d initially smelled. His bed was made, surprising considering how messy he normally was. It was a struggle to ever find your way out of his messy sheets, a neat bed was unlike him.

…a neat bed was unlike him. This isn’t Miles’ room.

The art on the walls was unfamiliar, the posters were in different places and some of the clothes scattered around were different colors than you remembered. Not only that, there weren’t any of the pictures you two had taken together pinned to the walls like before. In it’s place were print outs of news articles and pictures of you that you’d never seen before. You’d never posed like that, you’d never been to that restaurant, you’d never worn those clothes.

That wasn’t you and this wasn’t Miles’ room, but if it wasn’t his then who was that sitting in the corner?

You eyed the desk and the dark figure sitting hunched over in the chair beside it, seemingly asleep by the way his head rested on his crossed arms and his back seconds at a time with every inhale. Carefully, both for the sake of being sneaky and not hurting yourself, you removed the blanket and pushed yourself out of bed, being careful as you stood and took another quick look around the room. You made your way to the door, being used to knowing which spots to avoid in order to keep quick, but the loud creaking sound of wood when you stepped on a certain spot of the floor made you freeze.

You looked back, and thankfully the figure went back to sleep after a moment stirring, but you found yourself still stuck in place when you took a closer look at the person.

It was Miles, or at least looked exactly like your boyfriend. From his nose to his jaw and the arch in his eyebrows, the boy was practically identical in every way, but you knew it couldn’t have been him, he wasn’t yours. You guessed that he must’ve been tired, there were eye bags big enough to carry groceries even with his eyes closed, and contrary to how peaceful you always admired Miles’ appearance when he slept, this one had his brows furrowed and a slight frown on his face. Not to mention the obvious inconsistent hairstyle, though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the look of the braids on him. Maybe if you ever got back home you’d ask him to try it out.

Home.

You left the room without a second thought, the bathroom thankfully still being where you remembered. Rushing in without a second though, you pushed the door behind you and your hand searched for the light, flipping the switch and slowly turning on the faucet to splash water on your face in a weak attempt to gain some awareness. When you looked up into the mirror you could better understand the constant headaches. Two layers of bandages were wrapped around your head with a small hint of red being seen underneath. You’d likely hit your head when you first hit the ground and hadn’t noticed.

Lifting your shirt up, there were matching bandages wrapped around most of your abdomen, understandable considering the trouble it’d given you earlier. It was more bearable, but you’d probably be uncomfortable for a long while.

You missed Miles.

You hated to admit it, you really did, especially knowing how you left things off the last time you saw him, but you really did. He wasn’t always the best problem solver, but he was damn good at taking your mind off things and you’d always appreciated him for it. You missed his nerdy speeches about comic stories he read, you missed his corny jokes and his goofy expressions, you even missed the hour long rants he’d go on, rambling to you about how much he needed to go to his dream college and study what he loved, and how of course you’d be there with him.

You let your mind wander as your fingers absentmindedly ran over fabric of the bandages, only for your hand to fall still as your train of thought came to a sudden halt. What was it Miles said he always wanted to study?

If there was a visual description of your thought process you were sure you would’ve seen the gears turned and the wires connecting in your head to light the bulb you were ashamed to admit had been unlit for an embarrassingly long time.

“I’m in another dimension!” You declared, admittedly louder than you’d planned for, the nasty ache in your head returning to cause you more distress. Your hands held your head until the throbbing eased up and you could lift your head with more relief. That would certainly make all of the inconsistencies explainable in your mind, as well as the portal. It wasn’t answering all of your questions, but you’d take what you could get for now. Was this really possible? If so, how did you end up here?

“Are the bandages too tight?”

Saying you jumped out of your skin would be an understatement. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned around, bringing a hand up to rest on your chest above where your heart rate spiked, back flush against the counter. Your gaze met a familiar pair of gorgeously brown eyes, the same tired ones you noticed earlier, and your assumption seemed to be right. It didn’t seem that late into the night from the window you’d passed when leaving the room, late afternoon at best, making you wonder what could’ve left him looking so exhausted. The differences were more noticeable with him awake, he didn’t carry the same energetic stance your boyfriend always seemed to have when he was around you. His posture was stiff, even with him leaning lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed and an unreadable expression. He wasn’t exactly a mess, in fact he seemed far more put together than yours based off of his energy alone, but something was missing.

“Did I scare you?” What do you think? “Sorry, you left the door open so I kinda thought…sorry.”

Another difference. Miles had an accent you almost immediately caught onto. It took you slightly by surprise, but you would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t like it.

You let yourself relax as your heart returned to a normal pace, but kept your distance out of nothing but caution. “I- no, it’s fine, I should’ve closed the door. And they aren’t too tight.”

The room fell into an awkward silence and you found yourself shifting from foot to foot, unsure of what to say. It was a bit hard to not be uncomfortable when Miles’ eyes were practically staring holes into you. It wasn’t exactly in a creepy way, more or less as if he were studying you and your every movement, waiting for you to say or do something wrong, like he knew you didn’t belong here. How were you supposed to react? Casually tell him you were from another universe and expect him not to think you were crazy?

“…are you hungry?” Miles broke the silence with a question so casual it made you rethink whether or not the tension had just been there. He pushed himself off of the doorframe and turned around, gesturing for you to follow him without giving you a chance to answer your question. You weren’t going to fight it, considering your stomach was actually begging you for something to eat, so you obliged and followed him.

It was almost as if there were an unspoken rule forbidding you from speaking or asking questions, something in your gut just told you to play along and ask questions later. He pulled up a chair for you at the table and you quietly thanked him for it as he returned from the kitchen with two plates and a comment about how his mom had leftover tostones. “I remember they used to be your favorites.”

Well that sentence wasn’t very assuring. Especially with the narrowed look he gave you when you sheepishly agreed.

The silence that you fell into gave you a moment to yet again try to process everything going on, but on top of wrapping the idea of suddenly ending up in a completely universe (which was only the case if your theory was true, and you had no way of finding out whether or not that was true), you couldn’t bring yourself to not focus on how unsettling the way he acted was.

You could compare the feeling to spending weeks learning a school subject only for the test to cover absolutely nothing that you learned. Being able to read Miles was like second nature to you know, you two went hand in hand. Years of experience practically made you a connoisseur at knowing how your boyfriend was feeling or what he was thinking without you having to say it, and vice versa, but this wasn’t the same. It was as if someone had taken your Miles and replaced his mannerisms with a complete strangers, it might as well have been a cardboard cut out.

He kept his eyes trained on you the entire time without so much as a word, the same uneasiness in his gaze that made you lose most of your appetite and leave you nibbling at your food. You wanted to believe he was content, but his face was twisted in a way that made you think he had something against you. You couldn’t help but still admire his features, it was still your boyfriends face after all, but this wasn’t your boyfriend. The lack of conversation was agonizing but you couldn’t figure out how to start a conversation while in the house of a stranger you’d never met. You blamed him for making the aura so strained.

Clearing your throat, a stupid attempt to get his attention considering it never left, you guilty pushed away the rest of your mostly full plate to signal that you were finished and trying to break the silence, but he beat you to it. “…so-”

“Why are you acting like this?”

You weren’t certain that it was intentional, the malice in his tone, but the manner in which he hissed out his words was enough to momentarily shut you up, leaving you sitting there with a stunned expression to counter the frustration he’d let show itself on his face.

“Acting like…what?”

Suddenly your previous thoughts were proven wrong. This Miles may not have had the same actions you knew as well as with yours, but you’d be a fool not to see the irritation—and that was an understatement—on his face. His jaw was clenched, the hands that’d previously been picking away at cracks in the table now hidden under the table, but you were willing to bet that they were balled up into fists. Without warning you’d been put under a beaming spotlight and unexpectedly became the victim of his interrogation, feeling somewhat guilty for something you weren’t even sure you did towards a person you did not know.

“Are you for real?” Part of you wanted to talk back with the same condescending tone, arguing that he had some nerve getting on your case when you had no part in whatever beef or grudge he held against what you assumed to be your counterpart. “You disappear for over a year, no notice or anything!” The context made you want to believe he was angry at you, but the strain in his voice told you otherwise. Had you hurt him?

“I thought you were dead!” His brows knitted together tight enough to highlight the vein in his forehead, teeth clenched together with such tense posture as he half pushed himself out of his seat to lean forward on the table that you wondered whether or not he was giving himself a headache from the stress. “Do you know how long I searched for you? And then you had the fucking nerve to show up at my house like nothing in your state? What’s your deal?”

It was like you were a child getting scolded for coming home last curfew, but listening to him go on and on with zero context to the situation was irking you. You could at least try to make sense of it, and snapping back might not have been the best way to go about it, as tempting as it was.

“I don’t know.”

He paused, and for a split second you couldn’t tell if he was going to curse you out for playing dumb or keep ranting about your supposed insensitivity, but after a moment of silence he let himself fall back into his seat, hands retreating to his sides as his face fell, thankfully into a more neutral expression. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“What, you need me to spell it out for you in another language? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hissed, admittedly more harsh than you’d intended. Miles didn’t seem offended by it, in fact the revelation seemed to do the opposite as you could’ve sworn a defeated look crossed his face. The knot in your stomach was unnerving, you weren’t used to seeing him like this. Whether it was your Miles or not, it was off putting. “You…don’t remember?”

You shook your head yes, which seemed to be the answer he wasn’t hoping for. Miles clicked his tongue and pressed his lips together, and his slumped shoulders were more than enough of an indicator that whatever he was going on about was more serious than you expected.

“You still came back, you knew where to find me, didn’t you? Uncle Aaron told me so himself, he knew you were following him. What do you remember?”

There was disappointment in his tone, and suddenly regardless of your own situation, you felt pity for him. The looming reminder that this wasn’t your boyfriend kept you from wanting to express that pity as you normally would’ve, but even then you couldn’t help but feel bad for doing so. You had no clue what his situation or intentions was, but his story clearly had it’s fair share of negatives and even if you wanted to believe you didn’t really know him, he was starting to remind you of your boyfriend. You were feeling more guilty for unconsciously convince yourself that he wasn’t Miles than anything else, who were you to decide that?

Now it felt like you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. No matter how guilty you felt, you had no idea about what he was going on about. Would going along with it make you a bad person? Should you just admit you weren’t even who he thought you were and pray he doesn’t immediately turn hostile? Who’s to say that’s how he’d even react? You weren’t heartless, just up and leaving felt criminal. No matter the previous harshness, he clearly still had some level of empathy if he was willing to take you home and care for your wounds, not to mention feeding you too.

“I remember you.”

Maybe playing along for a while wouldn’t hurt, at least to figure out what was going on. Can’t hurt to mention the basics. “And…I remember your friends! And your Uncle, obviously.” You glanced around the room for a moment, taking note of a lot of the family pictures on the walls with Miles and his mother. “And your mom, I love her, she’s- was, always so nice to me, her food is to die for. And your dad-”

“My dad is dead.”

The attempt you made to ease the tension and slightly lighten the mode was abruptly cut short with that sentence. You temporarily lost your voice and your chest tightened, eyes going wide. Miles’ eyes bored into your own, voice heavy as he dropped the fact with an unreadable expression, as if he’d done so to see if he could catch you off guard with that fact, and it worked. “I…” Saying that would explain a lot seemed like an insult in and of itself, yet it’s what came to mind, surprising at it was. You didn’t think the differences in this world could be so major, but you clearly didn’t know to what extent another universe could go to. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t remember that either, did you?” Miles chuckled dryly, but you didn’t see any humor in what he said. He took your silence as an answer and you took note of his now avoidance in meeting your eyes, instead turning away to look at one of the hung photos on the way.

“What about that day? Do you remember that the last time I saw you was the day he died?”

His voice was low and monotoned, and you hated how you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You could guess, you could assume how he felt and try to predict what he’d say next, but there was no way of knowing for sure. The unpredictability of his actions was maddening. As you watched him you couldn’t help but constantly compare.

A scowl doesn’t look good on him. Smiles always suited him better. You hated to be the reason he wasn’t showing it off.

“Do you remember that you were the reason he died?”

You hated it more than you thought.

╰┈➤ ❝ tag-list ❞

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[sirfrogsworth]

People are making fun of this wax figure of The Rock.

They made him white.

Then they made him less white.

This is actually a lighting and photography problem. And perhaps a material science issue as well.

If you look at a random sampling of images of Dwayne, his skin looks a different shade in each one.

People with more melanin in their skin will absorb light differently than pale people. Melanin will absorb light on the blue end of the spectrum more than the warm end. Blue is right next to UV light, and that is why dark skin does better with harmful sunlight. So if he is in an environment with warm colored light his skin may look a completely different tone than somewhere with cooler light.

But this spectrum of inconsistent absorption has been the bane of photography for a long time. Producers of film kind of gave up and just said, "Good luck photographing dark skin." Hence many accusations of film manufacturers being racist, as they chose to optimize it for white skin.

In any case, this absorption will make The Rock look different in different lighting. And because he isn't super dark or super pale, I suspect different environments can cause his skin to skew one way or another. And I imagine recreating that with a wax figure is difficult. You can match the shade of The Rock from one photo, but you can't make the wax absorb light in different ways so he appears lighter or darker depending.

So I do not envy the dilemma they are faced with. Though I probably would have just taken the darkest photographic example and went with that. It's easier to add light and make him appear lighter, whereas taking away light will just make him look like he is in a dark room.

[anhilliator1]

I feel like something needs to be stated about the four Chaos Gods -

THEY'RE NOT INHERENTLY EVIL.

They're unbalanced. Let me explain:

Khorne: Chaos God of War, Death, Violence, Rage, Murder, etc... Long story short, Khorne likes to kill things and/or see things die - "Khorne cares not from where the blood flows." As a result, it would be very easy to assume that he's pure evil - but no. Khorne also represents Justice, honor, courage, strength - Without Khorne, there would be no such thing as "Righteous Fury." Fighting for what is right technically falls under his domain as well. In a sense, he could be considered the Chaos God of Morality. In fact, he strongly dislikes underhanded tactics, hence why he often finds himself at odds with Tzeentch.

Nurgle: Chaos God of disease, decay, rot, stagnation, and so on. Nurgle is commonly associated with the color green, for good reason. As said, disease, death, rot, stagnation - but also resilience, rebirth, and consistency in everything. Technically speaking, he's the Chaos God of life and nature. No Nurgle, absolutely everything would be inconsistent. There would be no such thing as safety, because there would be no consistent definition of what "safe" is.

Tzeentch: CG of instability, inconsistency, trickery, manipulation, cunning, lies, deciet, and change. He plays you like a fiddle, and what you may think is reality may not be true. He's like Mysterio, but a gajillion times more powerful. However, he also represents hope, evolution, the ability to problem solve, and more. Tzeentch is the reason why Guile Heroes exist in 40K, and can be said to at least partially be empowered by the actions of people like Creed and Ciaphas Cain. As TTS puts it, "Without him, there would be no evil schemes, but also no one clever enough to save people from those schemes." Also, change isn't inherently evil - change is constantly happening, all the time, something that puts him at odds with Nurgle due to him being Stagnation. Funny thing, Happy Chaos from GGST can sort of be considered Tzeentch if he was more balanced rather than inclined evil.

Now, Slaanesh - Hedonism, sex, lust, pleasure, indulgence, suffering, etc... Hell, they were literally murder-fucked into existence by the Eldar. But, they also represent Passion, Joy, hell, maybe even the concept of emotion itself. Passion, it must be mentioned, is not restricted to the sexual kind - it's the creative kind, the "for-a-cause" kind - same with Pleasure. You gain pleasure from doing things you love, not inherently sexual - and technically, without Slaanesh, there would be no meaning to doing, well, anything - no happiness, no sadness so that happiness means anything, no enjoyment and no disgust, no love or hate... I think you get the idea.

The Chaos Gods represent important mental concepts inherent to all life, and all thoughts of said life - good or bad.

So why are they villains? As said, they're unbalanced, courtesy of the Necrontyr royally screwing things up by messing with the Great Old Ones and the C'Tan. As a result, the Warp, once peaceful, became a violent place roiling with negative energy, some of which became Daemons. This caused each of the four and their followers to become heavily inclined towards the worst parts of what they represent, why Khorne and his followers kill and destroy anything and everything in their path, why Tzeentch and his followers will endlessly lie, cheat, manipulate, and more to make you do what they want (prisoner's dilemma is the very tippy-top of the iceberg), why Nurgle and his followers spread filth, rot, and disease everywhere they go, and why Slaanesh and their followers endlessly rape and torture.

They're unbalanced.

In fact, everything I just said can sort of be summarized by this video:

It's why in the episode of TTS this is from, I noticed the Emperor's wording when he said he would DEFEAT Chaos, not Kill, DEFEAT. I always took it to mean that he would essentially force them to "get back to work" in a sense - go back to being balanced representations of their concepts and stop interfering so much with the Material.

#chaos gods #slaanesh #khorne #tzeentch #nurgle #wh40k #warhammer 40k #40k #if the emperor had a text to speech device #Youtube #longpost #long post

[kociamieta]

Oh I do have a question about your rain world oc's !!! I've been staring at the colour pallets of your lil guys (for no specific reason) and their lovely and I'm a bit curious about how you pick colours for your oc's? Do you just go by heart or do you think about it for fifty years or?

Hope you don't mind a more non-lore question ^-^!!

YEAHH I LOVE NON LORE QUESTIONS!!!

im afraid i mostly go by heart here, and i will keep changing how they look until i’m finally happy with it (hence why SDA’s clothes keep changing color). and since i’m often too lazy to look at their refs the colors aren’t really consistent - BROS is Blue and purple in my head but the exact shades will vary. TFB is a yellow-green with reddish brown ……Unless….? and so on. I love inconsistency for real

basically… assign them 2-3 colors and keep messing with that forever

#i wish i could think about it for fifty years but its like the world’s simplest game of association mostly #Hehe green. nature. Hehe shades of blue and white. Water and ice. very subtle raindrop motif #ask

[dailymothanon]

🌊 • Perhaps I have been having Maine in my brain lately… whatever it is about lighthouses, he is correct. I sorta wanna sketch him more an’ all, hopefully my brain will allow it tomorrow u_u I did have some ideas for him btw! So, rants of those in the read more 😼

Although he likes seashells, he doesn’t collect them because it increases shoreline erosion.. perhaps he may take pictures or sketch them, tho! And perhaps other things he likes to look at along his coast; also because I’m pretty sure lighthouses often don’t have much of any internet access he’s probably gotten good at traditional sketching to past the time

Also I think he really liked listening to the older New England states about their sea stories or folk stories when they had the time to tell him when he was younger; he’s like the youngest New England state last I checked yeah?? Yeah. Hence leading him to get real interested in lighthouses

Speaking of which he’s like. Literally a lighthouse as a person. And a Maine-coon cat. I think he’s like rather pale because of. Something. I forgot the reason on why tbh but it was probably weather related I guess. And his hair silver-ish cuz Maine cats and such, and grayish green eyes— but I can tell Alaska’s getting face fulls of snowblindness on the very sunny days 😔 he can take it. He’d burn his eyes out if it meant he could look at Maine for as long as possible

also remember when I said that one time that Maine makes me think of green and silver 😼 I’m adding navy blue to that list, my brain is simply thinking like that

actually now that I think about it Maine’s and Alaska’s (albeit inconsistent on Ak’s side—) designs rather contrast against eachother 🤔 Maine having brighter colors; skin hair and eyes or whatever, shorter too obviously, and no facial hair meanwhile Alaska is darker in eyes (he also has monolids) skin and hair, from native Alaskan traits, as well as being tallerererer, and a beard. I thought that was rather interesting because it was genuinely a coincidence

Anyways shoutout to Maine, he’s like this cat fr

#i really like to draw Maine’s nose #it’s a fun feature! #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt fan art #wttt fanart #wttt headcanons #wttsh #wttt maine #wttsh fanart #wttsh headcanons #wttsh maine #wttt #welcome to the table

[mikuyuuss]

Giyuu the Fourth Wife 👁️👄👁️

Some context just in case: The fanbook 2 reveals that Giyuu became close with the Uzui Family after the end of the series. They went on a hot spring together (w/ Uzui’s wives) and Giyuu got to hold Uzui’s child! hence the joke for this comic!

Also don't mind the inconsistent coloring, I've been trying different styles lately.

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu fanart #kny fanart #demon slayer fanart #tomioka giyuu #giyuu tomioka #uzui tengen #tengen uzui #my art #kny art

[zaphyrious-fae]

✨💜𝔽!𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕤💜✨ I still do not know how to Tumblr (hence my inconsistent uploading schedule) but be proud bc you're one the first people to see these colorized versions of my F!Donnie design🫶🏽

Wha how does this audio thing work

I'm so confused y'all anyway BYEEE

#digital art #future donnie #rottmnt #tmnt #fanart #sketch #art #tmnt donatello #eyelashes #Spotify

[rinqwpan]

I missed drawing my og oc so I redrew a bunch of my traditional sketches of my oc digitally- and feitan bc apparently I like shipping my oc with short guys. At this point my oc is just my self insert oc 😭

also I suck at drawing feitan like I just can’t draw his eyes or hair right but JDKDKSK—whatever it at least resembles him. BUT I did enjoy drawing child feitan 🤪 definitely my favorite of the doodles. Also random kinda but I originally create my oc bc of hxh so- (sorry kokichi you’re like second LMAO except I see phys Rin and og Rin as two separate people idk or like Rin from another universe or AU idk smth like that)

OH and I just wanna say- I don’t have a proper reference for my og oc (digitally at least) so her colors and design are very inconsistent HAHAHA- so um I will also consider making a reference for her :,)

Also I desperately need to practice writing Japanese (hence why I write in Japanese in some of my doodles so don’t mind me trying to double task) bc I know if I don’t practice I’m gonna forget some characters and I’m gonna return to my Japanese with the knowledge of a beginner and I’m gonna get scolded and I’m gonna fail 🤩 so um, fun.

And I wanted to draw more phys (s) but I’m going on vacation soon so I’ll probably prepare sketches beforehand and finish them after I comeback from vacation. But yeah✨

#oc #feitan portor #oc x canon #canon x oc #feitan x y/n #hxh #feitan hxh #hxh feitan #hunter x hunter

[fxirysforesight]

Jeong Jaehyun Ideal Type

Page of Swords, King of Cups Rx, The Moon, 9 of Wands

Someone intellectual. This person has to be able to make rational decisions no matter the circumstances. For them, it needs to make sense LOGICALLY. Therefore, a lot of value is placed on communication for them. Very opinionated person, and likely is informed about social problems and not afraid to speak about them regardless of what others may think. With that being said, this person could have a tendency to be rude or insensitive with their language without meaning to which could cause them to be seen as tactless.

This person is also probably emotionally unavailable or emotionally confusing. They may act like they don't like Jaehyun or don't really care for him. They are inconsistent with their intentions and feelings.

Defensive and Secretive. Someone who doesn't put all of their cards on the table. If you think you know them, no you don't. This is likely someone who is guarded and puts a lot of walls up emotionally and physically. Maybe this person finds it very hard to trust someone. Hence the reason logic and rationalizing is so important to them.

Appearance:

Dark Colored Hair and Eyes

Boldly Colored Hair

Olive and Dark/Tanned Colored Skin

Lean and Toned Body Type

#🍓 fairytalks #kpop tarot #nct tarot

[good-prog]

First hat!

I was inspired by a friend in FFXIV that always runs around with the Flannel Knit Cap as part of his glam to create something for him irl. (I wanted something fancier than ribbing, hence the cables).

Project dates: 2024/01/15-01/17 (plus a few days for blocking)

Pattern is the Imperial Stout Cap from Tammy Kirschner.

Yarn is Malabrigo Rios in Sand Bank (from a local yarn store). I really liked the color + stitch definition. When I was working on the ribbed section, I noticed that small inconsistencies (e.g., putting down/picking up my work between rows) would show because of it; thankfully, once the piece is considered as a whole (and because of the cables), any tension issues are obscured by the pattern.

Since the cable was just 2x2, I used the opportunity to try to wean myself off of the cable needle. I was somewhat successful (though still prone to twisting stitches), but I would be more comfortable using the cable needle for wider cables. Through that process, I learned that dropping stitches isn't actually that scary, and can easily be fixed with a crochet hook.

I'm not sure what the proper procedure is when knitting on circulars; I started with a 16" cable, then swapped it out for a 48" cable once I got to the crown (and continued working in magic loop). To be honest, I'm a bit worried about laddering with the magic loop method, but it didn't seem to be an issue once I was done.

After knitting/crocheting with acrylic for so long, the softness of the yarn was quite satisfying, and frankly, spoiled me for future projects. I'll definitely try to invest more in good yarns for wearables if I can!

Images depict hat before and during blocking (stretched over a latex balloon).

Despite my friend's reminder about superwash yarn's tendency to grow when wet, I didn't make any changes to the pattern to accommodate. Regardless, my first time wet blocking went fairly smoothly! I was surprised by how delicate the wet fabric was, and was afraid I would damage it when stretching it over my balloon support. I know a lot of fiber artists dislike blocking (like hemming for sewists), but I think getting the tension to even itself out is quite satisfying.

#knitting #hat #knitblr #closed tab

[waeirfaahl]

Inconsistent proportions and sizes

That thing bothered me since childhood, and I couldn't understand, whether my eyes trick me or the size of the main characters changes for some reason through entire movie.

Let's make it clear, who is who. Balto is half-wolf, Jenna is a husky, Steele is a malamute. Let's compare them. Jenna is the smallest in the trio. She is much smaller than Balto. Balto's croup reaches her forehead.

At the same time, Steele is a little bit taller than Jenna. He seems larger 'cause of his body structure and proportions.

So, logically and due to these facts, Steele has to be smaller than Balto. And we see this here. Balto's croup reaches Steele's chin.

And we can see this in storyboards too. Although, in the storyboards they have almost the same size, Balto is still taller than Steele.

I also like, how they are the only black-and-white here. The indication of them being both the lead dogs and hence rivals. Plus, black-and-white colors perfectly nail their nature — Balto is half-wolf and half-dog, the child of two worlds, misunderstood by humans and dogs, blind to his nobility. While Steele is seen as a hero by humans and dogs, but in reality he is a sadist, narcissist, liar and a murderer. And what we see in the rest of the film? For some reason, the crew started to make Balto smaller and smaller near Steele. If here Balto and Steele have the same size (Balto still is little bit taller) and they are both bigger than Jenna...

Here we see this. What the heck?! Seriously, why is it so inconsistent? Why a regular malamute is larger than a wolf hybrid?! Yes, Steele is way older than Balto, but it is not excuse for such bloopers.

It's not even a camera angle! For some reason they started to make Balto smaller even in storyboards.

And it's okay to have small bloopers or inconsistencies in rough storyboards. But not in the friggin final movie. Again, Jenna is much smaller than Balto, while Steele is only a bit taller than Jenna, so logically he has to be smaller than Balto as well. Why nobody noticed these huge contradictions in proportions and sizes, I have no idea.

#balto #balto movie #balto 1995 #jenna balto 1995 #steele balto 1995

[dangerously-human]

1, 3, 5, 10, 11 for fic writer asks :)

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What is your favorite trope to write?

I'm a little at a loss for a proper trope I write frequently, but I do love writing family life after trauma.

What is the main program you use for writing (google docs, the ao3 writing text box, etc.)

Mostly Scrivener, with a dash of the notes app, of course. Scrivener is especially helpful for longer projects: I really like being able to drag and drop whole scenes if I want to, color code by POV character, track status of chapter drafts (vital for the kind of person who always writes out of order), save episode scripts and other research... I'm a fan. Only downside is not being able to access it on my phone, hence the notes app. (Now, if I could only get Google Keep actually syncing on my ancient tablet, so I could leave comments more easily...)

The fic you’re most proud of writing?

I am pretty sure my established answer for the rest of time, or at least this decade, will remain Those Binary Stars. I don't do longfic, I don't do interweaving plots... I really stretched myself for TBS. And all because I looked at the conundrum that is Joan Thursday, in all her complexity and inconsistency, and decided I absolutely had to get in her head. She's still one of the characters I consider mine, dismiss or devalue her over my dead body, you know? It's a softer version of the story, one we knew we could never have because that's the inherent tragedy of prequels, and it's morw hopeful than Morse's life would ever allow... but I think it works nonetheless, and I'm really proud of it.

Best/funniest comment you’ve ever gotten on a fic?

I think we can all say we especially appreciate those comments that notice something in our writing that we didn't consciously realize we were baking in. To that point, everyone who noted the rib imagery Lockwood uses to describe missing Lucy in Take His Hand and tied it to Adam and Eve is my hero, because that was definitely a subconscious association. Also, you and @polithicc both left comments that overlapped and significantly shaped portions of the second chapter; I was rereading Ana's comment earlier and yelped and immediately had to grab my laptop to add a line to a paragraph I've been wrestling with that finally made it fall into place. I've been blessed with quite a few mindblowingly encouraging or insightful or just plain kind comments, especially lately. 💕

Do you prefer writing angst, crack, or fluff?

I love them all and they have their individual merits; can I cheat and say my favorite is to combine all three in a single fic? No? Then I suppose I have to choose fluff, but I will say I've been enjoying finding my way back to writing more humor lately, and would like to aim for more of that. (Another wonderful comment example, @itripandfallalot said recently that I excel at writing humor and should do it more often and that's one of my writing goals for the next year for sure.)

#personal #writer probs: fanfic edition