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My online art and story journal. I also like commenting on stuff I'm interested in, from stories and tropes to matters of faith and philosophy. Anyway, feel free to take a look around, and I hope you find something interesting!//29 y.o. nerd who never outgrew cartoons and swashbucklers//Scientist, Aspiring Theologian, Fencer, Writer, Cartoonist, Literature Enthusiast, Musician, Poet
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Not with that attitude, it’s not.
“Temporary stitches” all stitches are temporary if you have a pair of scissors and aren’t a coward
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It don't have to be original to be good.
Any storyteller at all: Do you want to hear a story about a guy who was never meant to be king, but ended up having to take the throne? And it was hard.
Me: Oooooooh?
The storyteller: And not just hard in itself - there was sinister plotting beneath the surface, and interpersonal stuff was complicated too.
Me: Oooooooooh!
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Let’s not kid ourselves—we all know who the problem children were.
(Paul, in 2 Corinthians: “Why can’t you be like your Macedonian siblings?”)
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In Narnia's metaphor, Edmund isn't Judas Iscariot. He's us.
Edmund's betrayal isn't eating the Turkish Delight or even liking the Witch. That, and the effects of the Turkish Delight that follow, are his temptation.
His actual betrayal comes when he's seen evidence of the Witch's evil (at Tumnus's house) and heard all about the Witch's tyranny and the goodness of Aslan (from the Beavers) and he still chooses to go over to the Witch alone.
Of course the deck is stacked against Edmund! Of course he's being deceived and manipulated! Of course he's just a child! That's how sin works!!! Haven't you read Screwtape???
Edmund's sin is easy for us to excuse, but it is still inexcusable. That's the whole point. It is petty and small and childish and still wrong. Just like so much of our sin.
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When C.S. Lewis wrote “but some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
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So the Hobbits are still English country folk, but based on the music topics it seems the Gondorians are Irish.
Hobbit music genres:
Cautionary Tale About How Listening to Wizards Will Get You Eaten by A Dragon (But With a Happy Ending Because We Aren't Barbarians)
That Time the Major Ended Up Looking Ridiculous
My Uncle Grew The Biggest Cabbage Ever
Making Fun of Lotho Pimple
Something That Might Have Been a First Age Legend But Went Through Several Fairytales and Is Now Unrecognisable
Something That Might Have Been a Newer Legend and Is (Only) Somewhat More Recognisable
My Grandma Lost Her Prized Saucer
I Am Not a Poet But the Lass I Love Is Pretty
I Like Spring and Flowers
Fireworks!
We Are Tooks and Gandalf Is Actually Fun
Tooks Are Weird
Bucklanders Are Also Weird And Breelanders Are Weirder
Cautionary Tale Why Boats Are Dangerous
Islands Are Dangerous Too (We Heard One Drowned But We Thankfully Don't Know Any Details So We Made Up a Story About Giant Turtles)
There Might Have Been an Elf in the Wood and We're Not Sure How We Feel About That
Gondor music genres:
My Love Got Killed While He Was in The Army
Let's Lament Lost Numenor
Rousing Patriotic Song
We Still Love The Tale of Beren and Luthien
There Once Was a Mortal Man Who Killed A Dragon and We're Very Proud of This (The Rest of the Story Is Horrible and We Don't Want To Remember It)
Origin Story for the Mysterious Singer By the Sea (Accuracy Level: 2/10 But At Least We Correctly Guessed It's an Elf)
Ithilien Is Occupied By Mordor and This Is Sad
We Will Show Sauron Not To Mess With Us
Drinking Song With Way Too Nice a Melody (A Wandering Minstrel Made It Up and He Might Have Been an Elf)
The King Will Return. One Day.
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Glad it helped!
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@blushflowerart Christians believe that Jesus’ execution (the event that is commemorated on Good Friday) was not actually an event where yet another good man fell to the forces of human stupidity and evil. Instead, they believe that it was a voluntary act on Jesus’ part to die sacrificially in place of all of humanity, to endure punishment that evil deserves so that humanity doesn’t have to endure its eventual comeuppance. So while it was horrific and tragic physically, it was good for humanity (because we don’t have to suffer the consequences of our bad choices), and it was good in Jesus’ mind too—He, being God incarnate, could now enjoy friendship with humanity forever instead of being forced by humanity’s choices to stand against them.
Plus, Christians didn’t believe He stayed dead.
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Another sketch from the Nightstand Archives:
In This Scene
Edward King, called "Eddy" by his family or "Ed" by friends, is a retired professional boxer. Edward "King of the Ring" was the two-time world heavyweight champion, but he retired after 12 years--at the peak of his boxing prowess--to prioritize his family. He never got rich off of boxing, but he did have enough of a reputation to buy his old boxing gym and get certified as the new coach when his old trainer retired.
But his pride and joy was his family--his loyal wife Caitlyn "Cat" Stone-King, his son Leonidas "Leo" King, and his daughter Madeline "Maddy" King, and he never once regretted his choice to choose a more quiet career closer to home. He was especially close with his son, Leo, coaching him in youth boxing until Leo was champion of the youth regional league.
However, the King family was not necessarily financially comfortable. Ed never got rich off of boxing (his money went into his house and buying the gym), he struggled to pay the bills each month, and his business was barely able to keep itself afloat, but there was always just enough, and he even managed to save up for his children's college education. But just as Leo was about to graduate high school and get his first professional boxing contract, Ed's daughter Maddy got pregnant. There was no question about keeping the baby, but the extra costs of a new cub in the family was enough to make Ed seriously worry about his family's financial future.
It was only Leo's decision to reject a career in professional boxing, start working, and do college part-time that kept both the family's finances and the boxing gym afloat for almost 6 years (Ed and Cat worked more than full-time at the boxing gym and could find extra jobs), until Leo was hired by his dad and got the idea to expand into MMA. His bold idea paid off, and now Ed's Fighting Gym is beginning to take in more and more revenue, slowly but surely.
Here, Ed is taking a breather after a workout of his own. He now specializes as a striking coach and serves as his son Leo's primary coach as they prepare for Leo's MMA debut.
#sketch#cartoon#cartoon characters#character art#original character#edward king#ed king#anthropomorphic lion#cartoon lion#anthro lion#boxing#muscular
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A most excellent modern fairy tale
The Headsman's Daughter
Written in response to @urbanfantasyinspiration's character prompt, "A princess who apprenticed under an executioner."
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Once, as there has often been, there was a kingdom. Its king was great and terrible, as kings often are. He rode forth in might and power, and many fell before his sword. He spent much time feasting, and drinking, and bidding minstrels sing his praises in the court and on the temples' steps. He had three daughters by women who served in the palace, but no heir, for his wife was barren.
And though he brought much tribute, he was a harsh master, and the kingdom suffered greatly under his rule. The sun scorched the tender shoots as they sprouted, and the cattle died in the fields, and babes were born weak and sickly and did not cry as they should. There was great unrest in all the land, and the headsmen kept their blades ever sharp, for murder and theft abounded.
And the king grew afraid, for the people began to murmur and plot against him. And he threw himself before the mercy of the gods, such as it was, saying "Spare your servant! Tell me what I must do to save my life! The anger of the people grows, and they will water their fields with my blood!"
"Your doom is assured," came a creaking voice, like a tree near to breaking. And the king looked up, and beheld a raven of purest black perched upon the windowsill. Once more he pressed his forehead to the ground. "Please, spare me!" he plead again.
"Your doom is assured," the raven replied.
"I beg of you!"
"Your doom is assured," it intoned a third time, its voice unmoved.
"I will do anything! I will give whatever you ask! Whatever I must sacrifice, even if it is half my kingdom, let it be so!"
The bird paused, preening its feathers as it considered the king's words. At long last, when the king was sure that his nerve would break, it answered him. "Give to the gods of your own flesh and blood. Deliver your three daughters to the high priest, to do with as he is commanded. They will be sent out to live among the people, to parents who can bear no children, and in this way the anger of the crowds will be quieted for a season. Do not forget what I have said to you this day."
The king waited until the sound of flapping wings had fully faded, then leapt to his feat, shouting for his servants to attend him. His daughters were taken from their mothers' arms with much weeping, and bathed in scented waters, and garbed in the finest of silks and pearls to be delivered as living sacrifices to the gods. And if the king felt much grief at their going, then it was nothing compared to the joy and relief he felt at his salvation.
The high priest received them and cast lots, that he might know the will of the gods. And these are the orders he gave, and what came of them:
The eldest daughter was sent to live with an aged farmer and his wife. And though the work of farming was hard, she found happiness anew, for the farmer and his wife had good hearts and loved her as their own daughter. And the gods smiled upon them, and for three years the whole of the kingdom was blessed with bumper crops the likes of which have not been seen before or since.
The middle daughter was sent to live with a midwife, who was also a widow, for her husband had been killed before the two of them could have a child. And though she wept bitterly for her mother, and her life in the palace, the two of them found comfort in each other's arms and satisfaction in their work. And the gods smiled upon them, and for six years the babes of the kingdom were born whole and hearty. And many great warriors were born in those summers, and many great beauties in those winters, and many others of great renown besides. Indeed, the queen herself bore the king a son, and he would be remembered as one of the better rulers of that line (though that comes later).
And as for the youngest daughter, she whose name means "Thistle" in our tongue, she who was much beloved by the people as a child for her beauty, she was sent to live with with an executioner. And though she remembered her life in the palace, she eventually came to call the headsman "father," and his wife "mother," and if asked who she was would answer truthfully that she was their daughter.
Life was hard for Thistle, for headsmen were much hated in those days. When she left the house, she went about with a veil over her face, as was considered proper for the daughter of a headsman. Her father often had to take work as a knacker to keep them fed, carting away and collecting animal carcasses, which her mother showed her how to break down into tallow and glue and soap.
As soon as she was old enough, Thistle's father began training her in his craft. He taught her to use a whetstone to sharpen a sword. He set her to chopping firewood alongside him to strengthen her arms. He had her help him slaughter the pigs they raised in their yard, to accustom her to death, and afterwards showed her how to wash away the blood and clean herself to ward off plague.
The first time Thistle accompanied her father to an execution, she did not join him on the scaffold; she would not yet intrude upon that sacred ground. She stood to the side, in the shadow of the platform, and watched the crowd. They were many of them drunk, and all of them full of anger. And though they cheered as the sword fell, the wrath in their eyes did not abate, and instead turned toward her father, and Thistle was much disturbed.
"Father," she asked softly as they trudged home, side by side, two of her short strides to one of his, "why do the people hate you? Do they not ask this of you? Do you not serve the judge, as he serves the king?"
He did not meet her eyes, for he was in truth a timid man, but he pondered long and hard before answering her. "Is it better to lose your life, or to lose your arm?"
"Your arm, of course, though I'd rather lose neither."
"Of course. And is it better to lose your arm, or to lose your hand?"
"Your hand, of course, though I'd rather lose neither."
"Of course. The law, too, is like this. The judge bears the weight of sentencing, so that the people can live in peace. I bear the weight of death, so the judge may live in peace. And though the people may hate me, and shun us for it, they know in their hearts that they do not wish to bear the weight I carry for them."
Indeed, Life was hard for Thistle and her family. But even still, the gods smiled upon them.
Three years after Thistle left the palace, the earth once again refused to give up its bounty, and famine gnawed at the people. But though they drew their belts tighter, the headsman's family did not starve, for long had they learned to live with little, and the deaths of many animals brought their family good business, and pigs can be fed on nearly anything.
Six years after Thistle left the palace, a plague swept the land, and struck many lame, and others dead, and stricken worst of all were the young and the old. And the headsman's family grew afraid, for Thistle's mother was with child, and their hearts grew fainter still when the headsman himself took ill.
But none know better how to ward away sickness than those who work with dead things, and the headsman's family was never wanting for soap. Thistle's mother gave birth to a boy, and his parents gave him a name meaning "Flaxen," for such was the color of his hair, though his family more often called him "Flax." And when he was born Thistle gazed upon his reddened face, and observed the curl of his fingers, and held him in her arms, and she was overcome with great wonder.
The fever eventually left Thistle's father, but from then on he often found it hard to stand, and the strength of his arm failed him. And so Thistle took up his blade, and acted in his stead, and for three years she bore the blood of the law and of the people upon her hands.
Nine years after Thistle left the palace, the spirit of the people rose in anger once again, for their ears were full of the cries of the hungry and the sick. And they stormed the palace in the night, and stripped the king of his sword, and his royal robes, and bound him and brought him out to face the people. And they said to one another, "What shall we do with him?" And each one answered in turn, "Send for the headsman's daughter, who lives with her father outside the city. Have her come at once, and deliver his punishment." And so runners were sent, and roused Thistle from her sleep, and bid her dress herself, and brought her to where the people were waiting.
And the people thrust the king's sword into her hands, saying "Kill this man and deliver us justice, for we have suffered greatly at his hands."
And Thistle looked upon the king and knew him, though he did not know her by her face, for she wore her veil. And she found that she had no love for this man, and so it was not love but duty that stayed her hand.
And she turned to the crowd, saying "Would you have me kill this man? Is this justice?"
And the people replied in one voice, saying "Yes! Kill him! It is better that one suffer than many!"
And she answered them, saying "For years I have lived among you, bearing sins for your sake! But I will not bear the weight of this judgement! I ask you again: do you judge this man guilty? Would you have me kill him in your stead?"
And the people again answered her, "Yes! Kill him! Bear this sin for us! He has brought the anger of the gods on us, and our children weep in their beds!"
And so she turned, and with the king's own sword she struck him down. (And it was as the raven had foretold, for in seeking to escape his doom, the king himself had assured it.)
At that the bloodlust of the people was awakened, and again they stormed back into the palace. They brought out the prince, chanting "Death! Death! Death to the blood of the king! Let there be none left who carry on his name!" And they presented him to Thistle, saying "Kill him! Bear this sin for us as well!"
And Thistle beheld him, he who was her blood-brother, and she saw that he was scarcely older than Flax, and that he was crying.
She thrust the king's sword into the stones, and there it stuck fast. "No," she said.
And the people's voices rose in anger against her, but again she denied them. "No!" And as they surged forward she took up the king's sword and brandished it, though the tip had become blunted by the stones. "You have made me your hand of justice and given me a sword! Now, which among you will bear its weight instead?! Which among you will take this blood from me?!" As she said this, she tore away her veil, and the dawn's light revealed her face to all the people.
The people stopped before her, for the anger in her eyes was great and terrible. The eldest among them looked upon her beauty and knew her as the king's youngest daughter, whom they had once loved. And their hearts grew ashamed, for they knew that they had made of her both kinslayer and kingkiller. And so the people turned away from her in fear and grief, and covered their faces in the growing light, and left the palace to return to their homes.
And Thistle swept the prince up in her arms, and marched into the castle, and delivered him back into his mother's embrace. And she declared herself regent until he came of age, both as conqueror and blood-relative of the king, and none dared challenge her. And she sent for her father and mother and brother, and had them brought to the palace, where she saw that they were well cared for. (And her two brothers, one of blood and one of bond, became the best of playmates, and Flax was perhaps the most loyal of all the prince's friends until the end of his days.)
Thistle ruled well, and with justice and mercy, for she had held the power of life and death in her hands. And even after the prince was crowned king, he leaned often on the wisdom of his elder sister. And in this way, that kingdom gained one of the best kings it had ever known.
The end.
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Another sketch from the backlog.
I bought my sketchbook years ago at a thrift shop and it was mostly empty except for a few children's crayon drawings. I've decided that I didn't want to waste paper and, in my own way, honor whoever had the sketchbook first, so whenever I encounter a crayon drawing I try to incorporate it into a larger piece of art.
In this case, I found a drawing of some kind of furry creature. As it was the most complete crayon picture in the sketchbook, I decided to frame it, and since it reminded me of an otter, I decided that I would draw some fanart of @temiree appreciating it. Go check out his comic, Little Runt, by the way.
#sketch#cartoon#cartoon characters#character art#other people's ocs#temiree#otter#mustelid#art museum#art gallery#fanart
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Decided to draw a random dragonborn character a while back, only posting him now. No story for him, at least not yet. He's just a blacksmith. I named him Draco Smith.
I don't know, maybe he forges weapons for both sides of a war, supplying elven and dwarven rebels against a goblin king or something.
#sketch#cartoon#cartoon characters#character art#original character#dragonborn#draco smith#blacksmith#hammer#muscular
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This is an old sketch I made a few years ago of the Golden Gate Bridge while I was visiting San Francisco. I was pleased with it, so I scanned it in, but it was kind of faded (picture on the left). So I quickly touched it up with a pen, and now you can get a better sense of what it really looks like (picture on the right).
I should do more real-life sketches.
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Is free? I want.
hot artists don't gatekeep
I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard
Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.
Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.
Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.
Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.
SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.
SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.
Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.
Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.
Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.
Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.
Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.
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NaPoWriMo #5: A poem inspired by a specific public-domain nature book
In this case, the section about the infinite variety of microorganisms.
Song of the Microorganisms
Praise the Lord, all you single-celled creatures!
You bacteria and algae
You diatoms and fungi
Praise Him who brings you sun and sugars to feast upon
Who makes waters and thermal vents for your homes
He whose majesty is infinite
Crafts and cares for creatures infinitely small
Ever-generating life, the unseen throng
Praise Him in endless, invisible song
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Thanks! Sounds like a really cool story, and I’m really interested in the character arcs—keep us all posted!
For the Writer WIP Game (It’s been a while, hasn’t it?):
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💚: how long have you been working on it?
It's been six year, give or take. I haven't been working on it full-steam this whole time. To be honest, I haven't worked on it much half that time lol
🖤: what are your MC names?
Aithus, Kloe, and Edmund Eventone!
💔: give a brief character bio of your 3-5 MCs
Aithus: Short and stubborn, appears to be fueled by rage and a need of justice but secretly he just cares so so much and is grumbling to hold back his tears. Okay but he is actually stubborn. Yeah I dunno this guy is filled with guilt and piling burdens on to himself.
Kloe: Very patient very steady. Going through it because everyone she turns people are freaking out and throwing everything into stuff and she has to watch as they burn themselves up. "Please just let me stand by you, it's okay I want to help you hold this."
Edmund: Silliest man ever, absolute fool and jokester, very annoying. Even worse because his jokes are funny sometimes. There's something on the edge and it's concerning but you can't put your finger on it, it just lingers in his laugh. He is not going anywhere, for better or for worse (it is very unclear).
💕: what has your favorite scene been?
Actually a scene I never finished writing lol so I never posted it here. I think the doc is called 'babysitting'. Aithus is attempting to break into a military outpost and gather info and Edmund is being a huge help. It was really fun to write that side of Ed! And I love making fun of Aithus lol
💖: are you planning on publishing it? if so, how?
I think so! That's way in the future so I'm not sure. I would love to publish it through Rabbit Room or the like.
💝: who has your favorite character arch? give a brief summary
Okay it feels a bit unfair to pick Edmund because his character arch continues after this story so it's not all happening here. So maybe Aithus? I just really like characters who are trying so hard to be good, and he's definitely doing that and messing up and needing to figure out how he can actually help people and do good like he so desperately wants.
ask game here:
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This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?
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