Maybe one reason time seems to speed up in adult life is because when your full time job leaves you roughly 5 hours of free time a day plus two days off a week your life turns into a sort of monotony that makes the days blend together and creative pursuits move in slow motion as you can only get to them when other your commitments are done.
I've been slowly chipping away at the Avian August challenge in my private time! So far I'm keeping pace - here's a selection of some of my favourites I've done from the first 13 days!
I intend to compile all 31 images into a digital zine once the challenge is over, so STAY TUNED! it's been fun to spend more time on bird drawings beyond quicker commissions and to challenge myself by not drawing them all floating in middair lol.
Avian August challenge and prompts created by @/cookiedoves!
Two massive Brahmastroth attempt to ballistically fertilize each other, one succeeding in striking the reactive spore bloat of the other, while the other demolishes one of the symbiotic spy drones of it's impregnator.
Brahmastroth are some of the tallest bipedal Trochilimorphs on Heliconia, stomping across Verdigris Rainforest on legs evolved from ancestral treads.
At such a size their body demands massive swaths of resources, so they spend much of their lifespan consuming entire Ancile structures for both nectar and metal. The copper of Branching Cup Ancile "trees" are especially devoured by the Brahmastroth to construct their copper sheathed fur, using their unfolding tongues located at the belly to saw and pull the material inside.
The copper lined hairs of their bodies are the Brahmastroth's primary defense against small predators and parasites. Each hair has an "eye" that carefully tracks the distance of every approaching object. If something gets too close, a segment of the hair will detonate to kill or ward potential threats, leaving another segment to grow and replace the exploded bit.
If a creature makes it past the hair, the static electricity that dances between hairs will likely fry it.
The only creatures allowed to contact the skin of a Brahmastroth are their symbiotic partners: Glassoid Ravns. A bio-internet connection between the two animals allows the Ravns to constantly share visual data with the Brahmastroth, giving them a far greater spectrum of data then their own limited vision ever could. In return for assisting the targeting of rivals and threats or new feeding zones, the Brahmastroth offers it's own nectar-rich blood to the Ravns.
Foreign Glassoid Ravns are usually killed by already partnered Brahmastroth in case of blood thievery or potential spying by rivals, so their glassy transparency reduces the risk of obliteration.
The most infamous trait of Brahmastroths is their magnetically accelerated canon, appearing like a long thin beak protruding from their small head of eyes. Every eye on it's head is dedicated to aiming the canon as accurately as possible, thus the need for spy Ravns , a 360° rotating head, and sensory hairs to make up for the massive blind spots.
Rounds for the canon are gestated from metals harvested from Ancile consumption, while the power is generated through electrogenesis organs that line from the pelvis to the cranium above, it's charge causing the hairs to rise as the energy and round travels up.
Muscles and magnetic rails within the cranium prepare and store energy for a powerful release of the round, building intense heat that requires venting from large gill-like structures on that back.
Once fired, the Brahmastroth's shot is unmatched in accuracy and devastation among organo-ballistics on Heliconia, able to hit significantly tinier animals with little error and destroy creature's tougher than itself.
In the fertility season ready Brahmastroths go through two changes:
1. Areas of their neck bloat with infertile "spores".
2. Gestated rounds change into fertile ballistics.
In full "musth", these eager Brahmastrohs defy their normally solitary existence to actively seek rivals. Though eager to shoot their rivals, few Brahmastroth are eager to be shot due to the energy cost of sporing and the risk of death, especially if multiple Brahmastroths are firing, so being the first to see and shoot their mate is ideal. This also may be a form of natural selection, promoting the best shots to successfully breed.
Upon ballistic fertilization, the spore bloat explodes into a mass of yolk-yellow blood and reproductive material, spreading across the landscape as it fertilizes. The majority of these spores will be consumed by various organisms, with the Branching-Cup Ancile blooming to swallow as much as they can.
idk i would personally rather give up access to certain products seasonally or locally than have people enslaved to give me the ability to have any product any place any time. i think i can go without tomatoes in january.
Think how much tastier the tomato will be, when you can only get it in season (in part because then you don't breed for 'does it travel well' instead of taste).
I think Steven would kill him but like. on accident. He’s not very used to fighting enemies that can’t recover from almost any wound. After, he would be left with the moral dilemma of whether he should bring him back to life though.
The Kitchen Entity came crawling out of the oven vent, and now it just hovers here in the middle of the room, like some kind of domesticated jellyfish. When you turn on the microwave, it crackles like a geiger counter. On warm days, it smells like mom's special m&m pancakes.
Like many, Im a huge fan of Yvan Bilibin illustrations and paintings, I have been inspired by his amazing work for years now, but never took the time to try to infuse it in my own work.
these days, Im trying new methods and ways to start a painting. For this one, even tho I had an idea in mind, I first painted rough blobs of greens, added the character in one go afterwards, and then tried to make sense of everything.
In the dream, my partner and I were following the narrow paths in a dirty hallway with deep pools of water. In the deep water were the bodies of horses, bones and remaining flesh bleached white. We could hear a distant scream behind us that was slowly growing closer.
i don't like to yuck people's yum but i have to say that my least favorite thing to come from the current state of Artists on the Internet is the idea of a sketchbook as something nice and pretty and shareable. like i love me a notebook full of gorgeous art don't get me wrong but that is NOT what a sketchbook is. a sketchbook is my friend who i carry around everywhere like a purse chihuahua. it is the physical manifestation of my notes app. it is the container into which i wring my brain out. it is my therapist. and most of all it is filled with absolutely terrible sketches that should never see the light of day.
this post is making the rounds again and the amount of people saying that the pretty sketchbooks phenomenon ruined sketchbooks for them is HEARTBREAKING and i stand by my opinion that sketchbooks should be like a jar you put your OCs in. and then you shake them around in there. that's what they're for
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