I did this makeup ages ago but I kept forgetting to post the photos lol. This make up was inspired by the etymology of the word astronaut, which pretty much means star sailor. So here is my little astronaut sailing a river of stars 😊
2 notes
·
View notes
Prompt 266
Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train.
See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockwork’s charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times he’s used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person.
And they… utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right!
And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically.
The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And… Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten.
How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now it’s just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss.
Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. He’s matured, he’s been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows there’s consequences for messing with time, even with Clockwork’s blessings.
The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine.
They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And… okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk!
And even if technically they’re married or shared a bed, it’s not like they're exclusive! As Ras’ daughters’ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They don’t exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves.
Now Danny knows Ras isn’t exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of ‘good’ as he’s a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life?
Which brings him to now, where he’s run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son?
…
Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realms’ sake, heal, what’s his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and he’ll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good.
873 notes
·
View notes
This makeup was inspired by a blackhole, I had a real trouble with the brow blocking and ended up doing it twice. I'm super happy that I managed to get the line straight 😊
0 notes
Let's do a few from me (Matea, dream admin), since I have been sick for days and kept having fever dreams.
I was on Mars and taking a walk, but I had weights on my legs because, before coming there, I thought the atmosphere on Mars would be different and that I would become a human balloon if I wasn't weighted down.
Turns out that, in my dream at least, the situation was quite the opposite, so the weights not only didn't help, but I had to extert so much more effort to move myself ever so slightly, that I was slowly crawling on the floor trying to do it while looking almost pinned to Mars.
I looked like a human snake, and not a balloon.
Also, Mars was magenta pink and I did my makeup and chose my spacesuit in those same colors to go along with it, and I remember that in the dream, I did rock it.
In the next dream, I was making lime soup. Just a lime soup. Tons of lime and water and salt and, for some reason, 17ish cloves of garlic.
This night I was partying with a large group of faceless people and we went "dancing without music", which was a huge trend in my dream.
I did the forbidden move and everybody stopped dancing and turned towards me, and I just knew they were all judging me and staring at me, despite not having any eyes to stare with.
516 notes
·
View notes