my knight keeps saying fuck it we ball before charging into battles and it's reallynot inspiring confidence in my heart
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my knight keeps saying fuck it we ball before charging into battles and it's reallynot inspiring confidence in my heart
Void Out
When @peevedpigeon wrote a fic about Higgs and the Luxor, introducing a chiral sphinx, I knew I had to paint it. A wonderfully rewarding collab, and a chance to explore making a brand new BT <3
i genuinely don't think there's much, if anything, hotter than someone clearly having a blast doing something they're really good at. doesn't really matter what it is. the combo of competence and joy is absolutely lethal to me
6', 36' with the tail of the great serpent that forms the lower half of my body
first photo on my dating profile is a head and shoulders shot of me smiling at the beach and the next eight are just an unending column of smooth iridescent scales
keep swiping soldier you're nearly halfway there
my mind palace is not up to code
āSay my shuttle exploded. I died, and it was such a shame. Give me a break, Crux, Iām begging you hereāIāll trade you a skin mag. Frontline Titties of the Fifth.ā This rendered the marshal momentarily too aghast to respond. āOkay, okay. I take it back. Frontline Titties isnāt a real publication.ā
I spent the better part of a day painting this and looking at a lot of smutty pulp covers for palette and typography purposes (and for science.)
One of my favorite things about tumblr is the longevity a post can have. I made this over three years ago and sometimes the TLT crowd lifts it back up. Sometimes Iām told sheās holding a rapier wrong (yep), sometimes thereās concerns thereās more ass than boobs in something with titties in the title. Some donāt like its pulp instead of porn. Carry on, I love you all, and know Gideon is still gonna read it anyway āØ
the number 1 rule of fanfic is have fun and be yourself. the number 2 rule is the average healthy adult male can lose roughly 2 liters of blood before dying.
Felt weird and now its everyones problem
Herald, executor, pawn.
Death for life. Theirs for mine. A fair exchange.
brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man
Vanitas
A vanitas is a specific type of memento mori painting.Ā
Memento mori says you will die. Vanitas says and everything you did before that meant nothing.
Lore/BTS: I set up a physical maquette with similar-enough objects to help with perspective/material/light. Red liquid watercolor still stains my nails. I never expected Iād research grease stains on cardboard. The text in the foreground pages is from CERN. I repainted Tut like, four times, and said good enough lol. My designer heart was š looking in my library for a script font (pizza box lid) but I wanted to try for accuracy.
Vanitas
A vanitas is a specific type of memento mori painting.Ā
Memento mori says you will die. Vanitas says and everything you did before that meant nothing.
i do genuinely believe that the best thing that can happen to a person Creatively is to just get obsessed with some random-ass guy
āGhosts are realā I can see how you could believe that
āGhosts arenāt realā itās very fair and rational that you believe that
āGhosts arenāt real anymoreā Iām about to hear a poem or very sad story
āGhosts arenāt real yetā the fuck are you going to do
I have an unknown small window of time amid a large project Iām working on, and my next piece revealed itself during my run this morning.
Patron saints of sad things and emotional gut punches, donāt fail me now.
guy working on an artwork they knew would push them technically: what the hell why do i keep doing this wrong. am i haunted by malevolent spirits and such
I can be trusted with the fictional character. I Promise.
I lied. Fuck itās dire yāall. Itās Bad.