I’M OPENING SKETCH COMMISSIONS!
i need to buy a new, better laptop for my animation classes. my current laptop is 6 years old and on its last legs. using it slows my process due to programs lagging and crashing in some occasions and being very slow in general. it’s overall a pain to use in class (it can’t even open some programs or properly play my animations when i’m working on them) and i can’t keep doing all the homework in my house when i could be doing it in class perfectly and thus managing my time better.
thats why i’m opening commissions for the first time ever! figured it’d be a good time to do so. as the images say, 5€ (7€ if it’s full-body) and payments through ko-fi. if there’s any doubts you can contact me through here, twitter or gmail. reblogs appreciated!
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So I don’t know if you are okay with anything like this, but I had a brainworm whilst trying to sleep and had to write this. I do hope you enjoy!
One had never needed nor had he ever wanted brothers at any point in his life.
Don’t get him wrong, he knew he had them, once upon a time. Maybe in some fairytale One would be leading them into battle after battle, victory after victory against the humans, brothers in arms.
But that was a fairytale, the one Draxum had desired, not the life that One and Draxum lived.
One was well aware of his origins, of the crucial fact he wasn’t the only experiment, as Draxum would remind him on occasion to… help motivate One. Maybe he expected the fact that there was once competition to drive One to be better than he was or maybe it was the fact that it was the human’s idiotic actions that doomed the three other mutant experiments. Either way, One always aimed to please and it wasn’t because of some long dead turtles.
One had never had brothers and he would never need them.
He was Draxum’s number one experiment, his number one warrior. Who needed family when you could be the hero of a civilisation?
One never looked at the Yokai children with envy as they ran around chasing each other, wrestling in the mud with siblings or telling crazy stories that were clearly faked. He never needed that. One was faster than any of them and his technique would pin them in less than a second, no struggle. His stories were crazy, but they were true, tales from his own life. The great turtle warrior would never understand the appeal, but this was why he existed, to allow them to have their ‘playtime’ whilst he brought about the revolution the Yokai needed.
One was the warrior, the first and the best. He was engineered that way and he never let it go to waste, pushing his limits constantly. It didn’t matter if his arm was bleeding or his leg had a small fracture, he knew he had to win the fight, no matter what. A human would never show him mercy in such a situation.
One was used to relying on no one but himself. Draxum had taught him that lesson well. You are only as good as your body allows. You may be able to push it, but in the end, your body is what fails first, what must be trained to fight, no matter what.
One was used to being alone, despite talking the ears of people that he couldn’t hear, watching Draxum in his lab doing his sciency stuff, pranking the gargoyles.
So it was a shock to the system when his mission forced him across enemy lines and straight into the lions’ den.
One rolled his eyes as the box turtle’s -Mikey, his name is Mikey, don’t forget that, it’s important- grip tightened. He wasn’t trying to squeeze the life out of the slider, as One had originally presumed, just trying to show affection.
A hug.
Urgh.
He patted the box turtle’s shell, glaring the other two turtle’s down with a smirk, watching them glare back, snarling quietly at him.
Good.
One had never needed brothers. He had never wanted brothers.
It didn’t change the fact that eventually he would do anything for them.
EXCUSE ME???? I'M????
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I have a question, that I — a pasty-white, Irish Norwegian woman — am embarrassed to ask, but know that it’s important.
I’m writing a time travel Star Wars fanfic, set during the Original Trilogy, that has a handful of clones still around. I have Rey meeting some of these clones. How would I go about describing their skin colour?
I see on Wookieepedia that the clone troopers are described as tan. So, in my story would I write ‘tan’ as in, “…the clone’s tanned face…” or would I write “…the clone’s tan-coloured face…”? Is one of those offensive? (I hope not, but I just want to be sure)
To me, when I read “so-and-so’s tanned face” I picture someone with a sun tan, unless their ethnicity is explicitly stated somewhere. But, again… I’m a pasty-white, Irish Norwegian, so…
Is ‘tan’ even an okay descriptor for the clones? Is there another descriptor for skin colour that is recommended instead?
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im not particularly religious but i think it’s very cute that Trans Day of Visibility and Easter are on the same day this year :)
its no question that something like this could be triggering or upsetting to a number of queer ppl given the current sociopolitical climate, so i want everyone to remember that u are loved! Regardless of what u or others believe, there are ppl who will love and support you always. Give yourself patience and treat yourself with care!!!
happy and peaceful TDOV everyone!! And Easter to those who celebrate :D
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"All Dreams Have Meaning"
(this is just a stupid ramble)
Last night, I had a dream where I was playing Minecraft with Kevan Brighting (the Narrator's VA)
I don't even know how or why I got this dream. Wasn't expecting that for sure
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