Ryshcb17

A 21 year old college student with horrible time management skills and no idea how to actually do the social media thing. ((she/her))

[ryshcb17]

A Lord of the Rings AU where everything is the same except Legolas' name is actually Karen.

(Courtesy of the really weird dream I had a few days ago)

[nikkilbook]

MY DUDES, THIS ONLY TOOK ME TWO WEEKS. I AM L I V I N G.

@beerecordings a present! for you! At first I was like “imma draw a JJ face” and then I was like “what i drew a whole Jamie” and then I was like “wHAT IF I DREW TWO JAMIES A SERIES OF CONSTELATIONS AND A MAGICAL RIVAH ALL AS A COVER ART OF THE BESTEST STORY FOR THE BESTEST BEE FRIEND.”

There are many many things going on in this, and I desire to talk about them all, so BUCKLE UP MY DUDES—

It’s a visual representation of the Jameson vs. Dapper dichotomy. o ho ho I’m so clever

see those big glowy stars? ah yes, behold my vague and mysterious purpose. Henrik as Ophiucus, the healer in pale blue, Chase as Canis, the loyal hound, and Jackie as—wait, what’s that? NOT as Heracles? Mwaha, yes, Jackie as ONE HALF OF GEMINI, the immortal Pollux who gave up part of his godhood to try and save his mortal twin, Castor. EXCEPT WHERE IS CASTOR? o no!

Also, turns out Felix, the cat constellation, no longer exists. It was dissolved into a bunch of other constellations many years ago. But you want to know what DOES exist? The Felids, a powerful meteor shower that originates from where that constellation once was! Bow before my brilliance

Dapper’s big chunky sweater is apparently a reference to the sweater Anti wore in the Instagram photos from the Overnight Watch. Except without the holes, because I couldn’t quite sure how to make those work with all the wrinkles

Visible wounds/scars on Dapper include crazy baggy eyes, the bruises around his neck, the strings around his neck and hands, and an electrical burn across his collarbone

Dapper’s hair was inspired by this photo

While I was drawing the dress shirt, I was like “whhyyyyy do I always do this to myself, one of these days I need to draw something where I don’t have to make up the heckin fabric folds” and then my sister oh-so-sneakily asked Bee what Dapper was wearing, and LO AND BEHOLD, the list included an oversized sweater. Guess what I was wearing in my reference photo?

Those handwritten words in the background are a double-layer encryption of a line from SATURN by Sleeping at Last: “You taught me the courage of stars before you left.” Except first, I had a friend of mine (thanks @im-fairly-whitty!!) help me translate the phrase into ASL grammar structure (I don’t have any BSL contacts, so I hope it’s similar...) and then I translated it into Latin! I have not actively studied Latin for over a year! Thank heaven for my dictionary and heckin Google!

Now the phrase reads something like “Before you were lost/wasted away/were overcome with desperate love, you all taught to me/built up in me the mighty courage/strength of spirit, the splendor of Asteriscus, the little star.”

FIND YOURSELF, ASTERISCUS

And here are a couple other shots, of Dapper and Jameson on their own, and a couple of square detail shots that you can use as a profile pic if you would so like, Bee

[ryshcb17]

Y'all I am so gosh heckin proud of Nikki for this you don't even know. She did so crazy good on this gift and she did it so fast and so well and this is probably some of her best work ever. It is beautiful and wonderful and she is beautiful and wonderful and I am so proud of her!

Everyone should just love this thing and give it all the attention it deserves!

[ryshcb17]

I finished this a while ago and figured that today was as good a day to post it as any, given that it's Wilford's birthday.

I was reading through tarot card meanings like, 6 months ago and found the Magician was described as the master of the imagination and conscious and unconscious processes. Obviously the go-to ego for this card is usually Marvin, but that description just said Warfstache to me, and so this was born.

I have a couple more of these in the works as well. Maybe I'll post them, maybe I won't. Who knows? I don't.

[ryshcb17]

Saw this in my doctor's office, thought it should be shared with the internet

[ryshcb17]

Whose profoundly terrible idea was it to put a ceiling fan in front of a set of fluorescent lights in a doctor's office?

(Obviously it's a crap picture because it's a light and all)

It's making the lights flicker and strobe and it's fricken terrible and why would they do this in a doctor's office?!?

[amadeus-webcomic]

* C H A P T E R  3  :  p a g e 05

First - Previous - Next - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

JUN:28:2019 - JUN:29:2019

Can you tell I tried WAY too hard on one half of this page, and then lost all motivation to do the rest of it after that?

yeaaaaah

The file also ended up WAY too big for some reason? For any of our computers to handle? So I had to chop it in half. Plus, the top part is such a great spread. The bottom half…..

[ryshcb17]

I caught a few glimpses of this page while @nikkilbook was working on it and, yeah, from what she said it was a profound pain to work on. Her computer, and by extension her tablet, were lagging super bad.

(Also, don't worry, Nikki's been on top of keeping us away from spoilers!)

[ryshcb17]

I'm really excited to be done with this semester and go home, like really really excited, but what I'm not excited for is having to deal with my mom's upstart angsty teen cat gatekeeping the toilet again.

I just need to go to the bathroom stop screaming at me!

[ryshcb17]

So I commissioned @rubbersoles19 for this lovely piece of art as a birthday present for my sister @nikkilbook and as today is Nikki's birthday I can post it now! It turned out super awesome! The people are 3 of Nikki's original characters from her writing, and the quote is something she says frequently in her One More Day of Productivity posts on her side blog @a-blrofonesown

She wasn't doing so great a few weeks ago and I wanted to give her something that would help her through the rough patches.

(By the way Becca, she really liked it. You did great!)

[a-blrofonesown]

One More Day of Productivity 2.0, Day 6

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

My toes are cold. I do not appreciate.

Tomorrow is hopefully my last day on campus. I need to coordinate with my RA to figure out when the Official Humans™️ will be coming through to make sure I haven’t turned the dorm room into the woeful marriage of a postapocalyptic disaster zone and a mid-century Gothic church. I have two or three small bags that will need to be trundled out to my car, and then I’ll be on my way. Everything else has already been handed off to my mom and I did all the deep cleaning this afternoon.

Also, did you know that if you put ramen noodles in one of those microwaveable soup things with the pop up steam vent on the top and you microwave the noodles to the point where the water is boiling, it is possible for the noodles to aggressively yeet themselves through the steam vent (approximately the diameter of a #2 pencil) and blorp down the side of the soup thing like some kind of eldritch noodle abomination that has just woken from a thousand year slumber? This is a thing I found out today.

[ryshcb17]

Whu...but....

How?!?

[ryshcb17]

That moment of panic when you realized you left your dorm room open and you spend several seconds going "oh crap! where is the cat?" only to find her going crazy in the bath tub because the faucet dripped on her face.

[gay-idiot-pyromaniac]

if you use music to cope with anxiety, depression or to help with your ADHD (like me) reblog, I'm trying to prove a point to my teacher

[ryshcb17]

I did it! (Probably...)

This might be a bit preemptive but I don't care! As of 20 minutes ago all assignments for my 4 months of punishment and purgatory speech class closed, meaning what's in there is all there is. If I did as poorly well as I thought I did, I passed the class!

...with a D-...

But I literally and truly do not care. I passed. That's all that matters. Don't ever expect me to take another one of these horrible horrible classes again.

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Markiplier Manor (pt. 1)

A cold house stands alone on a tree-dotted hill against a burning sunset as Amy Nelson walks the long, winding drive with Henry on a leash at her side whining up at the dark facade of this mansion. “Don’t worry, buddy,” the young woman tells the skittish little dog. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Amy pulls a card out of her back pocket and looks down at it again to make sure she has the correct time. There, written in a careful, sweeping handwriting are the words, You have been cordially invited to Markiplier Manor. The invitation is really only a formality, though. After the call Amy got the other day, nothing was going to keep her away from this place.

“Well, here we are, bub.” Amy takes Henry up to the large front door and takes the knocker in her hand. She raps it one, two, three times. And then the door swings open of its own volition, and a man stands there silhouetted in blue and red with his hands folded neatly behind his back.

He bows at the hip with only the slightest flicker of his multi-colored outlining to suggest he is anything but perfectly put-together. “Well, hello, Miss Nelson. It’s such a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” When he straightens again, he has slipped on a confident smile.

“I do look forward to working with you.”

Henry darts suddenly backwards, and Amy has to hold tight to his leash to keep him from running away. She reaches down a hand to smooth over the fur on his head while keeping her eyes on Dark. Eventually Henry’s whines quiet down again.

“Not so fast,” Amy cautions Dark, her eyes narrowing at his easy manner. “I only said that I would meet you here, not that I would agree to… what did you call the position again?”

Dark tips his head forward a little as he offers, “A private consultant, and I can assure you that you will be paid generously for assistance.” His eyes trail from the top of her head to her feet and back to her eyes. “And our relationship will be strictly business, of course.”

Amy can’t help the blush that appears in her cheeks. But she squares her shoulders to let him know that he doesn’t intimidate her. The icy tingle that runs down her back, however, reminds her exactly who she’s dealing with.

The inside of the manor behind him is cast in pitch black, impossible to make out from where she is currently standing. Amy wishes she knew more of what she is getting herself into, but nothing, not even Darkiplier, can stop her now. “I think I’d like to hear a little bit more about this job offer.”

Dark sweeps a hand through the air to show her inside. “Then please, Miss Nelson, follow me to my study, and I’ll be more than happy to answer any questions you might have.”

Amy keeps Henry close to her as she steps inside, past Dark’s body which seems to emanate a cold, shadowy aura. Once inside, her eyes adjust to the low light of the entrance hall which is lit only with a few candles that reflect off of the single mirror hanging on one wall. It is the only sort of adornment in this echoing place, and Amy is drawn to it immediately.

“That’s relatively new,” Dark’s voice bounces around Amy’s head. “The old one broke rather unfortunately.”

She turns around just as he closes the door behind her, and she can’t shake the feeling that she’s trapped inside a coffin. Henry pulls at his leash again, but Amy holds her ground. “Yes, I’ve heard the story.”

“Not all of it, though.” Dark jerks his head towards one of the hallways that leads off from the main entrance. “This way, Miss Nelson. I won’t trouble you with any dusty old history today.” His steps clip on the marble floor as Amy follows a few feet back. No matter how closely she pays attention to the twists and turns, the ups and downs of their path, she thinks she could never find her way out again. Everything looks the same and different all at once.

Then they stop outside a door where Dark pulls a small, silver key from his pocket and slips it into the lock. “This is my private study, and should you take the job, you would only be allowed in here with my express permission. The rest of the manor is yours to explore as you wish, but I won’t have you nosing around in my personal affairs.” He opens the door for her, and Amy scowls at him, always keeping him in the corner of her vision. “Let me assure you now that it is not worth the punishment you will receive if I ever catch you.”

“You’re so kind,” she says as she enters the study, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Dark goes to stand at his desk, and the light from his lamp casts fearful shadows over his features. “Kindness is not my goal nor my problem, Miss Nelson. But I can assure you that I can be so much worse if you continue to push me.” He takes a seat and rolls his neck as if to quiet some discomfort there. Amy tries to keep her eyes from wandering, but the shadows in this room don’t seem to behave quite as they should.

Dark clears his throat to gain her attention once more as the shadows lean closer and closer, and his voice seems far away and right in here ear at once. “So, let’s get down to business, shall we?”

[ryshcb17]

Welp. This is happening now, I guess.

(I'm really super excited!)

[ryshcb17]

That feel when you’re writing your thesis paper on disability and you get to the part about stimming and you can barely type because you yourself are stimming to hard to get a sentence out...

[demisexualhemidemisemiquaver-de]

Funny Stories about Composers: Franz Joseph Haydn

AKA my literal most favorite composer ever, probably

So Haydn was a choir boy, right? He apparently had a wonderfully angelic voice until it dropped when he was 16 and was booted out of the choir. Except, that’s not the only reason he was kicked out. There was this other guy in the choir who apparently had an annoying ponytail. So Haydn, naturally, brings scissors to rehearsal and just casually chops the ponytail right off this guys head. You know, as you do.

Later, he becomes a fancy court composer or whatever for the Esterhazy family, who had a fancy “vacation house” in basically a swamp. Like sure, why not, just vacation in this frickin swamp. And whenever they vacationed they obviously had to bring their whole orchestra with them, but one year they almost decide to not go back to their normal house which is totally not cool with the orchestra because like, they have families or whatever, so Haydn is like, I got dis and he writes what is known as the Farewell Symphony (Symphony no. 45 in F# minor) which is just you know like a normal symphony right WRONG in the last movement one by one the players stop playing and leave the stage until it finally dwindles down to 2 violins that finish out the piece and I guess the Esterhazy’s got the picture because they returned to their normal place the next day.

The Surprise Symphony (Symphony no. 94 in G major) is probably the best musical practical joke in the history of ever and if you don’t know it you should go find a recording of it on YouTube and make sure the sound is up so you can hear everything

Also he was apparently the “Dad Friend” with the jokes and things and he was just a generally chill dude like they literally called him Papa Haydn.

Also also he was like, super best buds with Mozart, which is cool I guess

Okay I’m done now this was really long I just love him okay bye

[ryshcb17]

Chronicling my Descent, step 2

((if this posts twice I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t work the first time))

I really hate this part of the process. 

Look at his weird fleshy body. He looks so dumb.  Also his head is probably way too big, but then again, my brothers head is friggn huge.

He has 1.5 arms and half a leg! And he still looks dumb! In case you couldn’t tell, the reason I hate this part is because no matter what you do it will just look really bad. Plus also, I’m having the problem that because it’s so hot the clay is really soft and won’t stay where I need it to. Also also, I found my ceramic tile, so that makes things easier.

Look! Feets! Ankles that look so deformed that it physically hurts me to look at them!

I told my family that he looks like Gumby and my mom spent several minutes trying to convince me otherwise. The problem is, he really really looks like him:

[ryshcb17]

Chronicling my Inevitable Descent into Madness

So my older brother is getting married in a month, and I, having moderately passable polymer clay skills, have been tasked with sculpting their cake topper.

I am not expecting this to be too difficult of a task, merely a rage inducing one, especially considering that my apartment is easily 85° at any given point, meaning the clay is soft and frustratingly easy to mold and therefore mess up.

But I figure it'll be fun to take pictures of the process and post them here because why not? Hence the title.

I've already made the armature for my brother, which was stupidly difficult because I forgot that I don't own pliers...

The picture isn't great because he barely stands on his own right now so I had to be quick. Also, he's really small and is going to be really detailed and I'm probably going to die despite what I said earlier about this not being that hard.