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@babebat
A master to his action-hero trainee says, "Your movements are sloppy. You lack awareness of your body when you fight. Your hands move and yet you do not hold them in your mind's eye. Come. We will remedy this."
And then the master paints his trainee's fingernails and orders the trainee to complete a series of complicated tasks without smudging the nail polish.
Trainee grumbles that this is stupid when the first set of tasks is just cleaning the dojo. Within two minutes he reaches for the dustpan and knocks the edge of his pinky nail against it in a way he's never noticed before. He's staring at the baby blue smudge and suddenly he understands things differently.
There's a montage of days passing as he fetches water, chops wood, hoes crops, washes clothes. His nails are a different color during each cut. He's sprinting up the mountain with a fresh wet pedicure and the master is nodding in approval. The master's nails are flawless tech art.
He's reached his final assessment and it's a sparing match against his master. The air smells of acetone. His and the master's nails are all freshly painted. He must land a blow on the master with his mani and pedi fully intact.
Suns and moons pass. Streak in the ring finger. Smudge on the pinky. A full-handed block at the cost of three nails of paint. A hit on his master, and he hoots in delight until the master points out the unguarded toe whose polish is now streaked across the master's robe.
Days pass in frustration and exhaustion. By day 40, he has every digit of his acutely in his mind's eye. He senses the master's attack, ducks, dodges, all fingers all toes all himself, aware, and he strikes with his wooden sword.
It connects with the master. The master pauses. The trainee raises his left hand into view--5 digits of flawless sunflower yellow. His left foot. His right foot. And finally his right hand, raised in triumph.
The master smiles. "You have passed. I have just one more technique to teach you."
The technique is how to draw little flowers into the nail art. So really this one is optional.
I apparently reblogged this in 2012 and someone just reblogged it from me this post is so fucki g cool and fu.nny
TRENKIR TRENKIR TRENKIR AH YOUNG LOOOVE and Gary too ig
I LITERALLY CANT THINK OF ANYTHING TO DRAW BUT I WANNA MAKE A TRENKIR COMIIIIIC 😭😭😭
lets bullying
hey ....
first art post hmm
Trentkir spam art + a few comics I drew, mb ahah (I've been drawing sooo muchhh stuff w them lately, it's crazy)
Ok..
gonna start posting bully here
Is it too late for this to be considered a valentines day post LOL
trentkir magma board
Of course hes jealous lmao
“jimmy i think i need you.“
ye gary u need him aight
up and at 'em, james!
No art but this instead
jimpete forever… i love them