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Hi! I happened across your BotW dragons painting, and i wanted to knownif you've posted tutorials or talked about which brushes/settings you use to create your paintings?
Hi there! First off, so sorry for the late reply on this ^^; I kept track of my steps for the Farosh painting here, and the other two were pretty much the same process:
In general my process is a lot of lasso tool and photoshop’s default airbrush set to ‘dissolve’ :) I hope this helps!
Speaking of those 500 000 records for possession, and the legalization of marijuana... have you heard anything about using hemp to produce products? (E.g. paper, thread for clothes, etc.) Which would be way cheaper and ecologically friendly in the long run, especially since hemp can be used more widely than wood and grows much more quickly
Hemp has been legal in Canada for decades:
Why did the government change its laws to allow the growing of hemp?
In the 1980s and 1990s, there was increased interest in the cultivation of industrial hemp as a potential source of new jobs in the agricultural and industrial sectors. As well, there was an increased need to develop alternative sources of fibre. Research conducted between 1994 and 1998 showed it could be successfully grown in Canada as a separate entity from cannabis (marijuana). With the demand and encouraging research findings, Health Canada chose to give the agricultural and industrial sectors the opportunity to grow and exploit industrial hemp in a controlled fashion. Laws were amended to allow for the cultivation of industrial hemp.
It's become a meme around GCPD/Batfam that whenever another hero visits, their powers are just referred to as "weird" (e.g. Gordon calling the lantern rings just weird rings)
Who are you? Hey, Im Patrick (call me K or Archie :P ). Whats your favorite color? Oh that's easy: green! Favorite ship? Damn, of all of my fandoms? Probably... it's a tie between Batman/Wonderwoman, Timberwolf/Phantom Girl, or Gohan/Videl (actually scratch those: Robin/Maid Mariam). Favorite ice cream flavor? French vanilla, hands down. Do you have a cat? Yeah, an orange asshole called Oscar lol
Ooooh! Hello!
My favorite color is either pink or glitter
My favorite ships? Barbara/Strickler, Dopler/Amelia, and a few others!
Favorite ice cream? Pumpkin or vanilla/chocolate swirl
And do I have a cat? No. I’m allergic. I have a dog named Sadie
The Injustice 2 intro between Blur and Supergirl ("You'd be lucky to even tickle me" "Yeah, I kinda would be") got me thinking. Imagine Cassie being jealous over how Blue spends time with Supergirl and not realizing why she's feeling that way
I live for jealous Cass, let’s do this.
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For the record, Cassie liked Kara.
When the bubbly blonde landed on Earth and became a new member of the team, Cassie could not have been more thrilled. She was a girl easily enamored by most of Earth’s customs and material goods, and Cassie loved chaperoning her around. Even if Cassie wasn’t terribly fond of shopping - who wants to shop when they can train? - she adored watching Kara try on clothes and laugh at some of Earth’s outlandish styles. She was as much as an older sister to her as Donna was. Except this older sister was laid-back, cheerful, and didn’t expect her to live up to Wonder Woman’s name every second of every day.
It was only when Kara was with Jaime did she feel a weight topple into her chest, her breath hot at the mere sight.
Their conversations started out innocent enough. After all, Kara was a year or two older than Jaime. She didn’t really think anything could come of it. She was happy Kara was getting along with her new teammates, that she was giggling and biting her lip and tucking her hair behind her ear and -
“Oh, so you don’t think I could win against you?” Jaime lifted an eyebrow, meeting Kara’s flirtatious stare. “I may not be fond of hitting girls, but defeating Supergirl could lead to some amazing bragging rights and privileges.”
“Hit me?” Kara’s smile was replaced by a challenging smirk, eyes narrowed and stare intense, “You’d be lucky to even tickle me, Blue.”
Cassie’s eyes widened. Kara’s tone insinuated just a touch more than it should - was Kara talking about combat? Or something more...romantic? Intimate? And why - why did it matter? It’s not like Jaime would -
The boy in question chuckled, his cheeks dusted pink. He was blushing? Blushing around Kara? “Yeah...I kinda would be.”
Cassie’s gut dropped.
She spun around before the two could take notice of her on the other side of the team’s meeting room. She knew she was supposed to debrief about a new mission half of them would partake in tomorrow morning, she knew it was her job as co-leader, but she needed to take time to sit down and breathe.
“Why am I acting like this?” Cassie mumbled as her fingers dug into her scalp, her hair sticking to her cheeks. Oh gods, was she perspiring? “There’s no reason to feel like this. It’s almost like I’m -”
Cassie cut herself off. A bitter pang shot across her lungs, and again her breathing halted. No, she couldn’t do this. She was not about to admit that she was - that she felt -
“Cassie?”
She jumped as she heard his voice call out to her, goosebumps traveling down her back. Hardly a minute had passed since she’d seen Jaime and Kara so close together, there faces inches a part. Had he noticed her departure? Did that bother him?
“Yes Jaime?” she turned around, and watched as he averted his stare from her back down to the floor.
“You kind of just shot out of the room,” Jaime replied. His feet shuffled, and he turned his attention back to her. “I thought something might be wrong. Are you alright?”
That tiny admittance - that he noticed, that he cared - gave her hope. Though, hope for what was something Cassie had not the time nor the patience for. She was just happy that Jaime Reyes had not forgotten about her. She was still his friend more than Kara was. Yes, that’s it. Cassie didn’t want to be replaced, even by her new, cool sister-in-arms.
“I’m fine!” Cassie smiled, and looped her arm around Jaime’s. He was her friend. He wouldn’t replace her over some casual flirting. Of course. “Come on, let’s get this debriefing over with!”
Jaime returned the smile. Though, unnoticed to Cassie, it didn’t reach his eyes.
Hey! I'm new here and I saw your post abt unpopular ships; I have a crackship of Julia Fernandez/Tyson, if you wouldn't mind me requesting how she asked him on their first date?
Hi! Thankyou for your request! I’m really sorry though. This is a headcanon request? Yes? I’m really no good at headcanons or writing in genral even though this sounds like a really cute idea! I’m sorry~
I can make you an edit of Julia and Tyson though, if you want?
A Taste Of Hazel Chapter 5
Hello Lovely peeps, I is alive! sorry for the time taken to put up this next chapter I have been pre occupied- I hope y’all enjoy and there should be more up soon.
Nick had waited for Hazel to leave and Fangmyer to go to work and sat there gently sipping on the coffee Fangmyer had bought him; he also threw one blueberry after another into his gob, his mind picturing Hazel and how kind she had been to bring him a coffee.
“Why did I hide? This could have been the turning point of things…” he paused thinking of his sentence, before he sighed in defeat. Judy’s cheeky innocent grin poisoning his thoughts and breaking his positive thought.
“I’m so broken” he confirmed dropping his face into his paws, to notice how grubby and dirty they were.
He placed down the coffee Fangmyer had given him and gently stood from the park bench making his way across the grass to where the cup Hazel had left lay, still slowly dripping out remnants of coffee.
He picked it up in his paw and gently turned it to see the sentence she wrote, he breathed heavily starring at it fighting with all his inner strength not to think of Jud- Maria.
He slowly and carefully tore at the cup between his tiny claws, taking caution not to wreck it completely, the excess cardboard peeling like skin from a potato, until all that was left was a rough little oval where Hazel had written. Her handwriting was second to none with brilliant curves and strokes.
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He sat on the park bench gently twirling the paper between his claws; he dared not read it again however in fears it would spark his depression or anxiety. He picked up the coffee Fangmyer bought and drank the rest placing the cup on the floor next to his bench.
He lay back on the park bench looking at the sky, his head gently resting on the tiny backpack he kept all his stuff in, he reached back puling on the zipper to open the bag, gently sliding the paper within; a little memento.
Nick was thinking of having a sleep but couldn’t get the image of sadness Hazel held in her eyes when she obviously couldn’t find Nick in the morning.
“Where does she go?” thought Nick to himself, annoyed that she was the only thing he could think of.
He got up off the bench and headed in the direction he saw the vixen go every morning and as if that wasn’t easy enough to follow, her scent was almost known to Nick, he loved it, it was like milk and honey, with a hint of timber, strangely alluring and imbedded in his memory.
He finally caught up to her, she was entering a building, Nick read across the top “Library”
The library was a large stone structure made of cinderblock, the entrance was formed by two giant paw carved pillar; brilliantly decorated. The shelves inside were made of a brilliant dark oak, Nick had never been in but he had peered through the windows, it had looked warm and cosy and had a brilliant fireplace.
Nick went to follow Hazel inside when the lady near the door shooed him out, no doubt due to his unhygienic stature and the fact that he might try and stay there. A street band played music in the street while Nick walked around to each window until he found her.
She was sitting at an oak table with a laptop in front of her, she typed across the keyboard, her fingers danced gingerly, such lovely paws she had, thought Nick. Placing one of his paws into the other, until he realised what he was doing and shook his head, unhooking his paws.
The band that had been playing around the front of the building began to play a song that echoed down the alleyway in which Nick stood, peering in at this strange Vixen.
Hazel was amidst typing the third chapter to her newest novel; when something grabbed her attention, her large rounded, rose red, ears twitched and she pulled out her headphones; a soothing melody made its way into the library from outside, she knew the song, it was a new pop song making its way to number one on the charts; “up and up by foalplay”.
She stood up and gently brushed her paw across the oak table, looking all around to make sure she was alone and when she knew she was she hoped left and slid right dancing in a twirl of flow and colours.
Nick looked through the window in a trance as the vixen danced, lost in the magic of her own mind and seeming to bring Nick along for the ride. She seemed not to have a care in the world, she giggled and laughed as she twirled and bounced. Nick strangely wanted to join in, his tail gently brushing back and forth without his permission.
Her dress flung outward and from above she looked like a dancing blue flame. The music finished and so did she, taking in a deep breath and giggling to herself in a state of euphoria.
@patrickarch
Holy crap; I didn't know you had a tumblr! It's kaithelonechampion from FF!
I doooooo :) Hello old friend!! How are things?! I didn’t know you had one either!
