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ok so uh i got commissioned by warframe and now I can finally talk about it oh my goddddd!!!!
article they so lovingly wrote with questions for each of the 5 artists is HERE !!!
so back in December DE reached out to me to do a glyph commission of Kullervo, and I'm still unbelievably floored that any of this has happened to begin with like ???
but yeah I'm super super stoked about this, THANK YOU DE THANK YOU!!!
wips and stuff below the read line!! :) :) :)
Idea sketches, in order of completion:
After getting feedback from DE, I went with the 4th one as the closer profile shot would work better for something as small as a glyph
wip sequence from linework to final:
The linework by far took the most time, but it paid off once I got to rendering! Having a single project I could focus all of my energy into after my growth from Tennotober was an amazing experience!!
Alternate grayscaled version of the glyph that I also like:
also here's a screenshot of the insane number of reference pics i had just in case lol:
Very interestingly DE actually wanted this drawing to be somewhat inspired by the work I did on Hollowframe (I KNOW RIGHT???), and they specifically had the Radiance in mind when thinking of the right feel for him, which was very fun to work in and slowly deviate from as I refined the drawing. if you told me two years ago that hollowframe would lead me to getting commissioned by warframe i wouldnt believe you but uhhhhhhhhh here we are i guess???
anyways that's all, ty again DE and the wonderful community team for giving me this opportunity and that honestly extends to this whole creator program deal as a whole!!
ok byyyyyyye :)
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(12/12!)
last thing one sees before being struck with a thundaga :3c
[ID: two digital drawings of kingdom hearts character, larxene in her organization 13 coat. the backgrounds are light blue, and the colors are washed-out.
in the first image, she is shown with most of her back to the audience. one of her legs is raised at hip height, and the other is slanted as if jumping backward. one of her arms is bent at chest height with her knuckles facing upwards. on either hand, she holds four knives of her characteristic weapon, foudre. she looks over her shoulder with a daring expression, the tail of her coat flaring by the side of her body.
the second image is a close-up of her face. /End ID.]
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not so happy happy wednesday! hope you'll be all back on your feet soon :(
I was about to go to bed when I saw you were doing wipw again (which is insane btw gods strongest solider wtf) hope your little break helped :((
Since I love both arsonist!neil and your guardian angel!neil equally I'd like to let you chose (just whichever you prefer to work on right now) anyway lots of love hope things will look a little better for you soon <3
(also happy new year!)
WIP Wednesday (1/3) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 86)
Without another word, Aaron pulls out a DVD and heads for the TV stand. Andrew blinks. What… Did Aaron get a movie on the way over here? What the hell? Andrew curses himself. He should’ve done something. It’s their fucking birthday and Aaron is doing all the work. Funny isn’t it, how things change? It was the opposite for so long, Andrew trying his best to connect in a way that mattered and Aaron refusing to meet him halfway.
Andrew supposes it’s better late than never to attempt some sort of bonding. Only took Andrew’s hypothetical death to get the ball rolling. If he’d known that… Andrew shakes his head. Aaron did all of this because of the fire last night? Huh. It seems like Andrew’s got a certain arsonist to thank for this strange visit. How annoying.
“Are you coming or not?” Aaron asks as he flops onto the sofa.
“Yeah.” Andrew hops down off his bar stool and goes to grab each of them a fresh bottle of beer. And… These are his last two. Damn. He passes one to Aaron as he goes to sit down and adds alcohol to his mental grocery list.
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I love how there was 0 reading comprehension with that ask.
I spent nearly $7000 ($6300 for the ER and $500 for his GP) for a /diagnosis/ only to find out Lobo has cancer that can't be treated without putting him through uneciassiary stress. I won't be pursuing any further treatments other than things to make him more comfortable while he's going through this (fluid removal, special diet, and medication).
I had saved up around 5k in our collective emergency medical fund for me AND him. That's what that money was saved for (over the course of like 12-18 months working my irl job). I still have to pay the remaining balance.
I know a lot of people have grown attached to him through seeing him on my blog, and I wanted to provide an option in case anyone wanted to donate to him. All the money that has been sent has gone directly into the fund to pay off the rest of his bills or buying him some food and treats that he likes. It's helped so much and I really don't even know how to express how grateful I am, not only for the donations, but any advice to help with his care and the time and space some of you all have provided to allow me to vent and make sense of everything. Not to mention all the kind and compassionate messages. Nothing has gone unnoticed on my end, I'm just so overwhelmed that I haven't had the energy to respond to everyone. However I will absolutely remember your kindness in turn if any of you all end up in a similar situation (which I hope no one ever does cause this hurts so much).
Anyway, again, messages like that don't bother me as it comes with such a lack of empathy and perspective that I can't relate. I easily brush off things like that as "wow someone's gonna have a bad wakeup call in the future and regret being an ass about this". But still it's like, the brazenness of it all is what gets me. Like "why didn't you use your personal medical funds to help other people in need?" Like why don't you be a more productive person and donate to those causes your damn self than sending stupid shit on tumblr?
Because I DO donate my time, resources, and finances to others in need. I don't make a huge ass deal about it, especially online, because it's something I've always done out of habit. If you wanna do good, just fucking do it. Because I truly believe the more good you put out in the world the more good comes back your way, and this whole situation is very much proving that theory.
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I don't understand why people seem to dislike "Girl Dinner" and "Girl Math" so much.
Like, it's not about girls being unable to take care of themselves or make smart financial decisions. Girl Math is literally just about how under the capitalism small purchases that add up to a large number don't feel as expensive as one large purchase. It's the same phenomenon as being willing to pay $10 for a product but not $8 + $2 shipping. Or spending cash feeling different from spending on a credit card.
Or like why a bunch of people just started talking about how being a bimbo is just quirky sexism.
Yes, women can achieve great things, and they can be smart. We all support women's rights. But we gotta support women's wrongs as well.
After being told that you have to be smart and strong and do everything a man can do or you're a bad feminist and you're setting the movement back fifty years, the ability to just be dumb and carefree feels like taking off a bra.
Yes, women can be smart. But they can be dumb too. We can be weak and dumb and that doesn't make us "bad feminists" or "quirky sexists". It makes us human. And shaming women for their freedom to enjoy their life however they want is counterproductive. Men get to be as dumb as they want without shame, so why is it that when women are the ones who are dumb, you get offended and try to shame them into acting the way you want them to?
We can't have equality until you guys stop shaming women for every little thing they do. We can't have equality if we don't support women's wrongs.
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caretaking
prompt: "i don't feel so good", cold compress
whumpee: eddie diaz
fandom: 911
hi here's another eddie whump fic :) this one is pre-buddie and that's about all there is to know. hope you enjoy it!
They’re out shopping for birthday presents for Chris - Buck can’t believe how old this kid is getting - and Eddie is strangely silent. And not in the content-to-listen-to-Buck-talk-on-and-on kind of way.
Something is up.
Buck doesn’t want to pry, not yet. He trusts Eddie to tell him if something is really wrong. He might just be tired. It’s been a long week, and Buck knows that Eddie never sleeps as much as he should, anyway.
They’re in the electronics aisle, looking at some ridiculously expensive headphones, when Eddie taps Buck’s shoulder.
“Hey, Buck?”
Buck turns his attention away from the pair of bright blue headphones he’s been eyeing.
“Yeah?”
Eddie is looking straight at him, but also sort of through him. His eyes are glassy and unfocused and there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead that wasn’t there before.
“I don’t feel so good.”
He sways forward a little, grabbing onto Buck’s arm to keep his balance. Buck can feel the feverish heat emanating from Eddie’s palms.
“Okay, let’s, let’s find somewhere to sit down,” he suggests. The last thing they need is for Eddie to collapse in the middle of the store.
But Eddie shakes his head. “I’m okay,” he mumbles, though Buck is sure Eddie knows he doesn’t believe him. “Can we…I want to go home.”
“Yeah,” Buck agrees. “I’ll get you home.”
They slowly walk out of the store, headphones forgotten. Buck lets Eddie choose how much contact they have. At first, they walk separately, though still close enough to touch. But then Eddie starts slowing down, and Buck knows what he’s asking for without him having to say it.
He slips an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and takes on a bit of his weight. He’s really burning up. All Buck can think about is getting to his Jeep, getting Eddie off his feet and into the intense air-conditioning in the front seat.
The walk through the parking lot is miserable. It’s the middle of summer and the air is still and hot. Eddie grabs onto Buck’s arm and leans more heavily onto him. His palms are clammy and Buck can hear him trying to breathe deeply and evenly. He’s sort of succeeding, but not really.
In the car, Buck cranks the air-conditioning and points all the vents towards the passenger seat. Eddie leans his head back and closes his eyes, and Buck drives as fast as he dares to Eddie’s address.
They’re only outside for a short time this go around, and being off his feet and in the cool air seems to have done Eddie a marginal amount of good. He walks inside without needing Buck’s support, though he does need Buck to unlock the door - his hands are shaking.
Inside, Buck gets down to business immediately.
“Go lie down,” he instructs. “Take off your clothes and don’t get under the blankets.”
He doesn’t think that last part is strictly necessary to even say aloud - no way Eddie is going to crawl beneath the covers when his hair is so damp with sweat he looks like he’s just come out of the shower - but it doesn’t hurt to be safe.
While he waits for Eddie to get himself settled, Buck fills up a large glass of ice water, grabs a bottle of Tylenol and a thermometer, and dampens a washcloth with cool water.
He finds Eddie in his boxers atop the covers, lying flat on his back with his eyes half-closed.
“Sit up a little,” Buck says, and Eddie pushes himself into what could charitably be called a sitting position.
Buck takes his temperature - 102 - and then hands him the water and the medicine. Eddie takes the pills with no resistance. He drinks the water until he nearly chokes on it.
“How are you feeling?” Buck asks, as Eddie lies back down.
Eddie shrugs against the pillow. “Hot,” he mumbles.
“You’ve got a 102-degree fever,” Buck agrees. “Here.”
He carefully drapes the damp, cool washcloth onto Eddie’s forehead. For a second, Eddie stiffens up at the unexpected temperature change, but he quickly relaxes.
“‘S nice,” he decides.
“Do you need anything else?”
Eddie looks up at him, exhausted and miserable and open.
“Will you stay?”
“Course I will. As long as you want.”
thanks for reading!!!
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