Sorry I haven’t posted here in a while, I’ve been very busy. While I won’t be allowed to post the other stuff I had been working on during this time, at least not for several more months, I can at least share this! A very late Christmas gift for @xensilverquill!
I decided to do a polymer clay and needle felt sculpture of Xen’s character Ichor. The scythe, ground, butterflies, and head orbs (I honestly don’t know what else to call them) are all made of polymer clay with the rest being felted. There is armature wire through it to help keep it standing, and the butterflies and head orbs glow in the dark!
This is honestly my first needle felt and I fell in love! I defiantly will be doing more in the future! Felts by Philippa’s tutorials and tips were a big help in making Ichor. I doubt I would have been so happy with the result without her videos, so I have to recommend her.
so if someone has written Hollow as having a voice or having their arm replaced in an AU fic or what have you, is there a delicate way to fix that? or is that just something you would simply rewrite/edit out of the work?
So I am not the right person to ask this 💦
The whole thing of not giving Hollow a voice and being cautious with how I approach prosthetics is just a personal boundary that I have that helps me think critically when making fandom content that a lot of people may see.
I’m not an authority figure or someone who will bring down Thor’s hammer if someone doesn’t do what I do, this is just a rule I have set for myself. I am not disabled or nonverbal, but perhaps one of the many people who follow me are, so I keep that in mind when I create.
A commission for @xensilverquill of their beautiful character, Tarja!
It took me a lot longer than I’d like but it was an absolute privilege to illustrate this character and I learned a bit along the way. Thank you so much for reaching out to me for this character!
Collaboration based on a post war Fix-it AU I have with my RP partner @xensilverquill. Ficlet below written by @xensilverquill <3
At the far edge of the galaxy, on the trailing end of the Orion-Cygnus Arm, was a bookshop.
Exitium-Tertiax 3 had once been an old Autobot outpost. Abandoned long before the end of the war, it consisted of little more than a small energon refinery, a landing field, and a few habitation units amidst the blue rock spires. Set in the leeward side of one outcropping, however, was a larger and newer-looking building. It was here that the pair of them had made their home. ...
At the far edge of the galaxy, on the trailing end of the Orion-Cygnus Arm, was a bookshop.
Exitium-Tertiax 3 had once been an old Autobot outpost. Abandoned long before the end of the war, it consisted of little more than a small energon refinery, a landing field, and a few habitation units amidst the blue rock spires. Set in the leeward side of one outcropping, however, was a larger and newer-looking building. It was here that the pair of them had made their home.
Or rather the three of them, if one counted R.J., the unusually long-lived opossum who had become the former warlord’s companion in his days on Earth. Said possum was currently eyeing the potted succulents in a way Optimus did not care for.
“Don’t you dare,” the old Prime scolded as he gently plucked the little beast up. “You know what happened the last time you took a bite out of a jade plant, and I do not care to make another emergency four light-year trip to the veterinarian.”
He set R.J. down on one of the myriad bookshelves along the wall. In his other servo he balanced two cubes of warm energon. It did not take him long to find who he was searching for in one of the backrooms. A soft smile crossed his faceplate to see his conjunx sorting through a box of datapads -- a shipment from an old cache dug up beneath Kaon. He paused at the doorway to knock on the threshold.
“Found anything of particular note?” Optimus asked, placing a servo on his shoulder. He held out one of the cubes to Megatron. “You have been back here for some cycles now. You have gone and forgotten dinner again, sweetspark.”
“Mm,” the grey mech grunted, taking the cube in hand but not looking up from the datapad he was examining.
“Must be quite engrossing, whatever it is,” he remarked, coming to sit beside Megatron. His joints creaked a little as he bent and crossed his legs. Primus, but he was certainly not as young as he used to be. Neither of them were, really.
He leaned his helm sideways until it rested against the old warrior’s pauldron. Glancing over at the datapad, he found himself resetting his optics in disbelief.
Surely that could not be--
“A copy of your manifesto?” he remarked, peering up at his mate.
“First edition,” Megatron replied, finally meeting the other’s gaze. “I had believed them all destroyed after the Functionalist raids. Somehow this one managed to survive Cybertron’s darkening and the war intact.” The light in his red optics was low and pensive, filled with ghosts of the past four million odd years.
“Well, you had better not go starting another coup.” Reaching over, Optimus stroked along the edge of Megatron’s jaw. Gently turning his scarred face, he leaned up to press a brief kiss against those lips and smiled. “Not until after you have refueled, at least.”
“You just find yourself so amusing, don’t you?” Megatron grumbled even as he smiled back.
“Extremely,” Optimus laughed, bumping his helm under his chin. He settled against his mate once more. “All right, just a little more reading tonight, and then we will refuel together, hm?”
The warlord wrapped an arm around his waist, engines purring slightly. “As you wish.”
i want to know three of your favorite things -- favorite stove eye, favorite tree in your favorite season, and favorite kind of drink on a cold autumn morning
1. lower left stove eye supremacist
2. cherry blossom trees in spring!!! any type!
3. I’m easily manipulated with licorice-peppermint tea at any given time, but cold autumn mornings are when I am at my most vulnerable
Thank you both. <3 And I’m always glad to know ppl enjoy the content I share!! It’s a blast being in this fandom and y’all are such great motivators and inspiration for my stuff. So double thank you for that, too!
