Just something I thought of rewatching “Dr. Bashir, I Presume”
I forgot I made this. 🤣
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Just something I thought of rewatching “Dr. Bashir, I Presume”
I forgot I made this. 🤣
I’ve finally been watching Dimension 20, and I recently finished A Crown of Candy. I had so many thoughts. And so many emotions.
I don’t draw often, but when I do, I apparently obsess over the picture until it’s done.
Reblogging because I recently changed my visibility settings. I might touch this one up someday. I did an ice-cream sandwich when I probably should have done a sundae in a glass. I realized that after the fact. I have since watched The Ravening Wars, and perhaps I should have made a similar picture for them, haha.
Rewriting Old Stuff Part 1
I was going through old notebooks and found a poem that I wrote as a teenager, and I thought it worth revisiting.
I’ve been afraid to leave a mark
To make strikes that blemish the page
The ink against the page’s too dark
For my unsteady hands to gauge
But this book is of no use to me
Sitting empty on my dresser
I have words that I want to see
Of which I am the possessor
So please ink, don’t blot, run, or spill
Please hands, don’t direct the pen wrong
While these pages with words I fill
Leaving behind my soul’s fair song
I believe I wrote it to be the first thing I wrote in a pretty notebook I had gotten around that time. However, I never wrote it down in that book. Until today, there was only one thing written, and unfinished at that.
In high school, it would have taken me hours to write it down. I would have made pencil lines to keep everything straight, practiced on a different sheet of paper to measure the space I needed for each word, and carefully inked my dip pen. I was new to calligraphy, and while I loved it, I was terrified of making mistakes. To this day, I can’t write something in pen or marker without making at least one mistake, so I often write on loose sheets of paper to minimize the impact of the mistakes. It came to no surprise to me that I was too scared to write something in a book, despite the themes of the poem.
Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about how creation necessitates mistakes and lost potential. I often hold myself back from finishing things because I’m afraid the product won’t measure up to my vision. Those are some of the thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into a new version of my poem.
Empty Notebook
I fear to leave a mark
And blot the empty page
With scrawling lines of dark
And everlasting ink
I’m loath to grossly pin
Ideas—ephemeral
And limitless—within
The confines of a book
Displayed like insect wings
All other meanings lost
The life of fleeting things
Becomes imperfect words
Untold potential lost
At broken altar dreams
And leaving only dross
To use in place of ink
I must, however, write
This evening, I grabbed a calligraphy marker and put both poems down in my empty notebook. I think I’ve grown as a writer over the last decade, but that earnest poem I wrote all those years ago deserved to be put down in ink just the same. Unfortunately—or fortunately, my hand did direct my pen wrong. It’s easy to lose track of where you are in a word when doing calligraphy. At least it is that way for me. And then I left out a word and decided to put it back in in a way that ruined the rhyme. I honestly had forgotten that the poem was supposed to rhyme.
I considered starting again on a new page. No one would know but me. However, I thought that was rather antithetical to the point of both poems. It’s okay to make mistakes, even when they are in a book with a pretty cover. That’s part of the art sometimes. Especially when it’s meant for you.
Reblogging because I recently changed my visibility settings. Although, maybe it would have been more appropriate to wait a month and do it in July. Wow, time flies.
Slight spoilers for Dimension 20: Cloudward, Ho! episode 11. Disclaimer just in case this actually reaches anyone who needs that warning.
During Enigmas at the Ectic Station, I absolutely loved the image of Olethra wearing a bunch of borrowed clothes. It started because of a gag, but earlier Van asks Marya if it’s okay that they start calling her “the kid.” She’s becoming part of the legacy that she admired and almost worshipped all her life. And now she is wearing their clothes and looking through the things left behind by her grandmother, her hero. And then, the image she has had built up in her head of Comfrey begins to crumble now that she is there.
And then she hugs Daisuke in the hallway, and I wanted to try and draw that. Shoutout to @alverrann for telling me that I should. Also for listening to me talking about Dimension 20 all the time.
I drew a background that seemed to vibe with the characters after drawing them, and then I frosted it over to try and make it look like the Ectic Research Station, haha.
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Reblogging because I recently changed my visibility settings. 😅
Two types of people 🤣🤣🤣
Like I mentioned below the Jester and Yarnball drawing, some more Moorbounder reunion drawings :))
No bb, that’s what therapy is for 👏
So, I saw this comment on an episode of Critical Role campaign 4 with the schemers table. (I could probably look up the episode number, but I don’t remember off the top of my head.)
And it gave me a surge of inspiration. I’m not much of a visual artist, but I’ve enjoyed practicing at digital art here and there the past few years. I thought, why not share? Or at least to have them here for myself as documentation.
So far, I’ve only done 1-4. I might touch these up again later.
Please, sit down and let a Mask tell you a wonderful story
Can I choose to fail?
It's just one good breath. That's all it is.
azune, who struggles with the notion of identity after shaping his entire life to be what thjazi wanted him to be, seeing his sister and remembering that he had a life before all of this and shouting “i’m a person! i’m not a thing, i’m not a thing—” practically in the face of an individual he cares deeply for who is, in his own words, a thing.
i have no fucking words.
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I'm truly obsessed with Azune's "I'm not a thing I'm not a thing I'm not a thing I'm a person I'm a person"
I talked about this in the tags of a different post the other day but the order got all fucked up somehow (i was using quotation marks but i thought they fixed that? whatever. tumblr.) and I need to get my thoughts out properly because that line is haunting me. the desperation with which he says it!!! the way luis physically grabbed at taliesin's arm!!!
like. "hey bolaire remember when i asked you if you were a thing or a person and you said you were a thing? and then i asked if you could be both and you said no? well later i went home and thought about that and realized i had maybe been made into a thing and wasn't really a person anymore and i was starting to come to terms with that or i thought i was but i was WRONG!!!! oh god i was so wrong!!!! I am a person!!! I'm a person and it's scary!!! I'm a person and I don't know what to do about it but I know it's important!!! I'm a person and I have been all this time and I didn't realize!!! I'm a person and I miiight go kill that guy oh god oh god oh god. I'm a person and I need you to know this right now because maybe you can help me, maybe you can stop me from doing something stupid, but also because maybe you can understand me, because I thought I was like you but I'm not (but maybe you're like me????)"
"anyway i hope you got all that because I'm having a mid-battle panic attack and also i only have 6 seconds so I'm certainly not gonna articulate it"
Gah, I love Nog. I never felt more gut wrenched when he said "because I don't want to end up like my father" half crying. He knows his dad/Rom is a great engineer, but the Ferengi culture made him be of no value to their society. Nog knows he doesn't have the lobes to be a great Ferengi, but he knows he has the same talent as his father. And by him entering Starfleet, and being the very first Ferengi to do so, he wants to prove that he and Rom do have value. But the best part coming from this was Rom, being inspired by his own son, becomes less Ferengi and proves his values on his own too. I love them so much.
"Can you be both?"
I can still hear the falcon's cry