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Hello your drawings are stunning can u plzz tell me that what r ur intrests in art ? Mine are coloring and do u do gestures before the drawing?
Hello, sorry for kept you waiting, I was busy recovering from my art month. Thank you for the questions and nice words! My main interest in art is to create something special, outstanding that can tear apart the pattern, at least mine. Also I am very sensitive to the colours selection and do spend really a lot of time polishing the right balance. I’ve never done any kind of gestures (I’m not even sure I know what are those xD).
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Thanks for being with me this month, your attention and support helped me a lot. During this time I understood a lot of things about drawing (and about myself too), grown as an artist and have changed a lot in general. Bunch of ideas popped in my head and I can’t wait. So I rate this experience as extremely positive. I am always glad for your reactions and comments, so keep going!😊
📌Also I have a question for everyone! I find it very satisfying to draw and share art everyday, but the works seem to be less accurate and powerful. So do you want it rarely but precisely or evenly?
hi! do you make these icons yourself?
also i was wondering if it would be okay to use them, with credit to you?
I do! I use Scetch (an app no longer in the app store (I've had the same phone for 6 and a half years)). First, I look at various sources (typically SigningSavvy, Lifeprint, ASLDeafined), then decide how I'm going to depict the sign.
It depends. I don't want people to use them like a learning tool because ASL is a 4 dimensional language and I use a 2 dimensional space. What would you want to use them for?
the artist is not limited by the tools they use, but by their own imagination
Chicory: A Colorful Tale is a nice game
trueee, Poor guy kinda just has to deal with it, otherwise whose gonna care for Kanai Ward the way he does? i can lowkey imagine that habit even follows him outside of being sick. bro does NOT know how to catch a break someone teach him💔
also w headcanon, can for sure see it. i wouldnt be surprised if yuma practically had to drag him into resting because of how dedicated he is. Makoto is the kind of guy who works til he drops, and as the caretaker Yuma would greatly appreciate it if Makoto did not work himself to death
your headcanon gave me a vision (i locked in halfway theough drawing)
uhhh spoilers for chapter 5 but ykyk
thank you for your contribution to the whump community raincode and whump go together sooooo well
I wanted to point out something I read in this article. It explains perfectly exactly why Yuma and Makoto are my prime targets for this.
Let’s talk about the absurd logic of a cold in japanese anime/media for a bit w this quote.
"The deadly anime cold often strikes in two cases: when the character is either exposed for too long to the rain or they're overworked and exhausted. In both cases, the result is that the anime character falls gravely ill, often being entirely unable to even leave their bed."
…Are you for real? Come on. You KNOW this cannot be a coincidence 😂
One is always wandering in the rainy streets for hours, while the other is constantly busy and swapped with work, and he does all of it ALONE with little to no breaks.
Both of them are exposing themselves to the “deadly” anime cold that leaves them bedridden and unable to do anything about it. And with their weak and frail bodies? They are down within the evening.
Therefore, they are equally prone to being severely ill meaning they are both the frailest characters in the series. This is canon I don't make the rules. The game makes it too easy... XD
This happens hours later 🤭
Oh how I love the bullshit logic of a cold in Japanese media... XD
Makes waaay more fun for me~😈
Seriously, illness display in Japanese media is simply the best ;w; Western media just doesn’t do it justice lol >w>
Thanks for coming to my tedtalk~ These two are perfect, end of story 🤒🌡️💜
You mean someone other than dad?
Shenanigans in the Grand Order, part 156
And then he gets absolutely plastered (and falls asleep). 😆
Help! Help! I’m being kidnapped by a hot guy!
*coughs* His breath smells like whiskey!
(Yan Qing, at Chaldea: *absolutely panics*)
Can I please have something to drink? You know, for all the screaming I did from being kidnapped?
…
Shakespeare… -_-
Oh hi- wait a sec…
You son of a bitch.
I am going to beat up a drunk old man.
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! ❤️ I hope tomorrow is better for you!
I’ve been watching a lot of Mad Men because Jon Hamm and I cant stop thinking of like a sixties AU with Gabe and Beez, or just switching out broody Don Draper for Gabriel so could I suggest a domestic 60s set Ineffable Bureaucracy thing?
I decided to do 1968 because of the Apollo 7 mission (I think Bee is just a huge space nerd) and also because I have no idea what Mad Men is (thank you for giving me a new show to watch though, holy shit!! Jon Hamm is a gift). I tried very hard to do this in a 60s setting but it may come off more as 50s themed- I pulled some familiar stuff I know from The Help and read up on some careers before I hopped into this. Bee’s name is Beatrice in this because reasons.
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Gabriel loved his life. He had a good job working as a Creative Director in a big advertising company, made enough money to be comfortable, got the weekends off to do whatever he pleased, and had a lovely wife to go home to.
Wife. The concept was still foreign, still made him shiver and smile and feel mushy as could be. Bee would tell him to shove a sock in it, if she were here.
He and Beatrice Romanov had gotten married only a month ago, but only because she had insisted she was going to finish her college degree before he was allowed to strap her down. Gabriel would have liked to have married her the minute he had seen her under those trees in the college courtyard, but she had put her foot down.
It took a lot more to court her than just a charming smile and a compliment, he had learned very quickly. In fact, the first time he’d done that, he’d ended up with a milkshake in his lap.
“I’m not a cheap whore,” the soon-to-be love of his life had snapped, her dark eyes blazing with hellfire. “Don’t treat me like one.”
Gabriel had never been spoken to like that by a girl — or anyone — before. At first he was offended, so he made it his duty to try and outdo her in each of the classes they had together. Unfortunately for him, he’d found his match. She was whip smart, mean as a junkyard dog, and took shit from absolutely nobody. Many men had walked away with tattered dignity and a broken nose after attempting to tame this wildfire of a girl.
He quickly found that instead of wanting to defeat her, Gabriel wanted to impress her. He wanted her to give him that sharp little smile she got when she won. He wanted to hear that laugh, wicked and graceless, that she would let loose on occasion when she was around her friends. He wanted those dark eyes to be on him, always. He wanted.
That wanting turned into a game of cat and mouse very quickly, both of them doing things that had society frowning and the other taunting them to continue. Heated looks across classrooms. Stolen kisses against the bookshelves of the library. His hand on her thigh, her back pressed to the cold stone wall of her dorm building.
One night, Gabriel took the bait, and had his world shattered by his name broken on her lips, her body bare against his, those eyes looking up at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Gabriel woke up the next morning with his vessel of hellfire next to him in bed, her inky black hair spilling over his pillow and tickling his nose. The sunlight streaming in the window made her skin look like porcelain, her body ethereal and too perfect to belong in even Heaven. The frustration and pent up tension that remained in him quickly gave way to something that melted his insides, took his breath, and made him pull her closer and press a kiss to her hair.
Three years later, he knelt in front of her with a small velvet box and watched those beautiful dark eyes glisten with tears and love and the promise of a future.
And now he got to go home to his future every single night.
“Leaving already?” Comes a teasing call as Gabriel packs his things up for the weekend.
He looks up, then gives his co-worker a polite smile. “Ah, Sandalphon. Yes, it’s my night for the dishes and Bee wants to watch the Apollo 7 launch with me.”
“You’re whipped, you know.” Comes the predictable laugh, accompanied by others in the office who were bad at pretending to not listen in on conversations. “That wife of yours has you on a leash.”
Gabriel shakes his head, unable to help his smile. “What can I say? I like a girl who takes charge. Evening, gentlemen.”
He leaves with wolf whistling and whoops following him out, but his mind is focused on calculating how much more time it would be until he got to go home to his wife. If he stopped at the supermarket and bought her favorite bottle of wine and some flowers, it would only add another fifteen minutes…
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“You’re late!” Comes the call when he closes the door. He winces — he had been trying to be quiet so he could surprise her. Nothing got past Bee.
“Sorry, my love.” He calls, slipping his shoes off and treading carefully into the kitchen.
The sight that greets him is one he’d come home to for the rest of his life, but one that would always make his heart swell and his knees weak.
His wife was standing at the stove, stirring what smelled like spaghetti sauce, a red gingham apron tied around her neck and waist. Her hair was pulled back from her face, piled messily on her head and stuck through with a knitting needle (his mother had gotten them for her, trying to insist she needed to be more ladylike. Bee wore them in her hair out of spite. Besides, they did well in a pinch).
“Hello,” Gabriel walks over, pausing to kiss her cheek before fetching a vase to put the flowers in. “I brought you something.”
Bee glances up, surprise flickering in dark eyes, before she smiles. “Sap. Put the wine on ice, we can have it with dinner. It’ll be ready in a little bit.”
“It smells good, Bee.” He does as he’s told, then pulls up a chair at the table to sit and talk with her while she finishes dinner.
His wife blows a stray hair from her face, her brows creasing. “Your mother sent the recipe to me. No, she showed up to my work to give it to me. Spent twenty minutes going on and on and on about how a good housewife always makes her husband’s favorite things…” Bee makes an irritated noise.
“At work?” Gabriel sits up, frowning. “I’ll talk to her…”
“No need,” she says, with that grin she used to give him just before she dragged him behind a building at school and kissed him senseless. “I took care of it.”
“Bee,” he says, a rush of fondness and exasperation rolling over him. And maybe a bit of dread. “What did you do?”
“Oh, she’ll call you about it later.” She waves a hand, her smile growing.
Gabriel didn’t even have it in him to be upset — his mother was insufferable about everything Bee did. About how she dressed, how she behaved, how she treated Gabriel. When Bee’d refused to marry her son in a church, that was when Gabriel accepted that he was going to be stuck in the middle of an eternal feud.
But watching his wife move around their kitchen and complain about her day, he found he couldn’t mind. It was amusing to see his wife come up with petty ways to get back at the people who annoyed her. It was definitely a good reminder that she would put up with none of his shit, not ever.
“Are we watching the launch during dinner?” Gabriel asks when she turns the stove top off.
She brightens. “Yes! And the newest Star Trek comes out tonight, too. You don’t mind if we watch both?”
Gabriel gives her a fond look, getting up to get them both some wine. “Not at all. Whatever makes you happy, darling.”
Bee grins, blocking his way and leaning up on her tiptoes for a kiss, her fingers snagging and wrinkling his work shirt. He bends to meet her, his hand resting against the curve of her spine and tugging her closer against him as their lips meet.
The chase had been well worth it, Gabriel reflects, as his wife hooks a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him down farther to her mercy with a wicked smile. He wouldn’t trade any of this for anything.
@pilferingapples oh my God this makes it even better. party trio courfeyrac bossuet and grantaire hitting the club. "dynamite" by taio cruz playing in the background. 🕺🕺🕺
Oh thank goodness I'm turning the question hose on full blast get ready
I'm once again putting under the cut because why say in a few words what I can blabber in many!
Cretaceous Kate might be my favorite combination of words ever. I immediately love her. I know trilobites are nowhere near the cretaceous period but I thought Katherine might appreciate my trilo-angle
How does Kate travel back in time? Does she have any particular bird friends? Do any prehistoric avian birds live with her in the 19th century? (If so, do they have contemporary bird costumes in case of unexpected visitors? Or perhaps can the ancient bird friends hold really still and pretend to be models?)
What is Kate's go-to lunch food? What does she do if her quill breaks while she's out sketching? Is her notebook loose leaf - and if so have her note pages ever gone exploding everywhere - or is it like a journal? Did it start out dummy thicc or has she added c's paper over time?
(May I call her Kate? Or does she prefer Katherine? I like that she spells Katherine with a K. I'm watching Anne of Green Gables (again) and as Anne Shirley says, Katherine with a K is so much more alluring.)
What is Kate's favorite bird of prey? How does she feel about spiders? Has she ever seen a live penguin?
Pick one of your ocs. (It can still be Katherine "Cretaceous Kate" Fleet :) ) That oc makes a sandwich. What do they make?
> Maybe one of your ocs does not know what sandwiches are, so they make their best guess. Maybe one of your ocs is like "I love sandwiches but how?? make????" because they've always had their food made for them. Sandwich fun >:3{
Toli Toli ravioli. I'm not sure what species of snake he is yet. I've been looking around Wikipedia now and then at different snake species, but it's not been a great way to narrow it down because I start out with focus but the hyperlinks are so shiny and blue and next thing I know I'm learning about agglutination.
But the fact that you introduced Katherine Fleet in return is like full on serendipity because one of the birds I think of for him is Apsaravis ukhaana! Another bird is the Western Parotia bird-of-paradise! The way they create a whole umbrella collar of feathers is exactly what Toli would do. Bobbing from side to side with his neck feathers fanned out. Looking like a big ol satellite dish snake goofus.
I don't think Toli is venomous, but he's a relatively new oc so I have much more to discover yet! I keep envisioning him as more of a constrictor so when he morphs back into a snake from a quarterstaff (re: being thrown at bad guy), bad guy suddenly has to deal with 300+ lbs of big muscly feather rope coiling around them (not to mention a good solid bite from one end).
Toli is a bit of a troll so when he's hanging out on Morwenna's body, he loves to mess with people. When one of Morwenna's friends noticed for the first time her tattoo moving, they tried to poke at him. So he turned off her skin and poked back.
As a tattoo, he's maybe three feet long, and about three to four inches wide. When he's out and about, he's beeg. Still haven't figured out how big, but big enough to be a menace to any mid-sized sedan.
That doesn't mean he wouldn't love chin scritchies. He would jump out of a plane for chin scritches. And that says a lot because first he'd have to learn how to jump. He would do big snuggles. All the scritchies plz
Okay uh this reply is getting really long. Speed round.
He and Wenna work together well now, but they've been together a long time. At first they butted heads and sucked eggs. Now they goo. He can talk to other snakes but he's so big and feathered (is bird??? but is snek???? what is???) that other snakes generally are too scared. Fun fact: when he's in tattoo mode, Morwenna can talk to snakes.