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sun and moon doing a dance together in the most spectacular fashion!
It makes me feel like grand secrets will be revealed to me any moment from now.
4/8/24 Total Solar Eclipse, photographed from my parents' front yard in Dallas, TX
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Dalinar meeting the Nightwatcher
I don't find much time lately for fanart, but this one just fitted my mood that day. It is based on an old sketch from 2021 which I never fully rendered.
#Oathbringer#stormlight archive#dalinar kholin#nightwatcher#cosmere#brandon sanderson#procreate#undescribed
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Cosmere femslash febuary is over, but I still have some things from it to post. Marasi being impressed by MeLaan's storage power and Khriss and Jasnah giving themselves an earned rest from a ll that heavy researching. 💕
#cosmere#brandon sanderson#stormlight archive#procreate#character art#mistborn#cosmere femslash february#femslash february#Khriss#white sands#mistborn era two#melaan#marasi colms#described#id in alt text
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Tumblr is doing some stupid AI shit so go to blog settings > Visibility > Prevent third-party sharing.
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yeah this! for anyone who isn't aware of it yet. 💕
go to settings > to the right, under "Blogs," pick the blog you want to change the settings of > scroll down to visibility settings > turn on "Prevent third-party sharing for [blog url]" > do this for each individual blog you have
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Some good and nutritious crem. Also I think we can use more stories from The Lopen’s PoV…
I'm not quite there yet but I KNOW that after wind and truth featuring Szeth and Kaladin's Unwell Adventure, I WILL be adding Kalaszeth to my all encompassing mental cabinet of beloved possible Kaladin ships.
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Which introduces a new funniest time travel companion for a new funniest post book 5 time travel scenario.
Stormlight au 31:
Szeth, having jump scared the bridge crew by appearing lightly glowing in the dark while they were having stew, been hastily ushered by the captain into the bridge four barrack, only to sit on the floor and stare dead eyed at nothing:
Kaladin, standing between the crew and the man on the floor:
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Lopen looked around. As usual, he could tell that the men were silently crying out for him, the Lopen, to take charge and speak.
"So!" he said cheerfully. "Gotta say gancho, very excited to meet an old friend of yours! Nice to take some mystery out of that mysterious past of yours, eh?"
Kaladin shifted from foot to foot, face twisting a bit. He had been acting strange since that terrifying glowy high storm vision of his a few days back. Even more broody than usual, which was storming saying something.
"It must be difficult," Rock said slowly. "Being Shin man with great powers and shardblade."
A shardblade which he had summoned unceremoniously, causing all of bridge four to scramble for weapons, only for the crazy man to hand it to Kaladin with a mumble, then sit on the floor.
Kaladin had sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before placing it, very, very carefully, under his bed.
A storming shardblade. Under the Captain's bed.
"A Shin with a shardblade who wears white," Moash added sarcastically, eyes flickering to the Captain's bed even more than usual.
(White may have been a stretch, what with all the mud and possibly dried blood. Still. Lopen could perhaps see Moash's point.)
"Yes," Rock said. "Why, were I more suspicious man, I would say Captain, this man on the floor, he can not be Assassin in White? Surely most wanted, most dangerous man in all Roshar is not here, in the place we sleep, asking for aid. Surely it would have been mentioned if this man who caused the war we even now are a part of, was old friend of yours?"
"I..." Kaladin trailed off. "I promised to try and protect..."
The whole bridge crew groaned, Skar even throwing his spear at the ground. Bad form, that.
"Storm's sake lad!" Teft growled, arms in the air. "You can't befriend and save every wanted criminal you meet!"
"If it is of help -"
The men started at the unnerving dead voice coming from the so far quiet assassin.
"We are not truly friends. Merely -"
He said a word, presumably in his language, then frowned, the first recognizably human emotion that had crossed his face.
"I do not know this word in Alethi. In Azish it is I think -"
He said something that made Sigzil choke on air, jaw dropping. "Uh," the Worldsinger stammered out. "I. Ah. I think. That might be the wrong term."
The Captain seemed to pale slightly. "Szeth, we can talk about that later," he said quickly. "We should probably figure out a plan for you to surrender to Dalinar - or Elokhar - without you getting immediately executed - Yes, Dalinar is probably-"
"Perhaps," Sigzil interrupted, voice higher than usual. "You could define the meaning of the word you used before."
"Sigzil!" The captain hissed.
"Captain?" Sigzil challenged, voice still slightly too high.
"I was emotionally and mentally unwell," the assassin in white said in his monotone. He paused. "Even more so than currently."
A few of the men took a step back.
"Stormblessed..." he looked up at Kaladin, and his voice seemed to soften, just the slightest bit. "He felt pity for me. Then he helped me feel. Helped me think that perhaps, someday I would feel the desire for life. He did this despite no great love for my being."
Many of the men nodded at that. Sigzil's shoulders slumped in relief.
"He accomplished this primarily by fucking me in a cave."
The nods froze. Sigzil closed his eyes.
The Captain slapped a hand to his face.
"The translation for this from my language would be 'pity fuck', but there is more cultural nuance..." The Assassin shrugged. "In any case it is not a bond such as that of friendship. My soul is still far too damaged for that."
"Szeth..." The Captain said, looking down at him with obvious concern. He glanced at the room, blanched at the men's expressions, then slowly pressed his head back into his hand.
Moash made an indecipherable noise and stomped towards the door, before making another noise and stomping back.
The Captain kept his palm pressed to his face.
A sudden wave of epiphany hit Lopen. "Hold on. Now hold on just a storming minute!"
The room turned slowly from staring at their Stormblessed leader to staring at Lopen.
He pointed accusingly at the Captain. When the man failed to pull his massive hand from his beautiful face, Lopen faced the others, glaring.
"I know that I joined bridge four late! But are you telling me that before I got here, the whole famous 'pulling everyone out of bridge crew misery' was actually the captain...I mean did storming all of you..."
He made a deliberate gesture, pointer finger moving extra emphatically to make up for the missing hand with which to form a hole, meeting each man's eyes with a challenge.
Drehy let out a wheeze. He and Skar looked at each other before dissolving into quiet, helpless laughter. Drehy sank to his hands and knees, wheezing more, and Skar bent over, tears streaming down his face as he gasped around his laughing.
"That ain't an answer!" he said indignantly.
He looked at Teft, but the older man had put both hands over his face. His shoulders seem to shake occasionally. Lopen's eyes narrowed as he turned to Rock.
The horneater had a hand over his mouth, but he brought it down, coughing once as he stroked his beard.
"What," Rock said mildly. "You thought it my stew that bring back men's will to live? You honor me, the Lopen."
Lopen gaped at that, and he wasn't the only one. The handful of other 'late' additions, men who had been rescued on the field from other crews, started in shock.
The rest of the crew completely lost it at that point.
Skar and Drehy collapsed further, banging their fists on the floor. Bissig started laughing as well, falling onto Natam, who had made a strange grunting whine at Lopen's question, a whine which grew louder at Rock's reply.
Moash's lips turned up reluctantly before a snort escaped against his will. He fell back against a wall, knees seeming to grow weak. Another snort. "Imagine!" he gasped out. "If he just started punching people in the stomach, ran around like a madman, and expected people to follow him!"
Leyten went from chuckling to a booming laugh at that, clutching at Pete and Yake to stay upright. He looked at Lopen, who made another questioning gesture. That was enough to send all three toppling over, Leyten loud enough to be heard the next barrack over.
Renarin squeaked from the corner as Natam hit the wall beside him in mirth, howling. Talek's breath, he had forgotten the lad was there, light eyes wide in shock.
Shen was next to him. Was it Lopen's imagination, or did even his eyes seemed to be sparkling with mirth? No storming way...not the parshman...the Captain wouldn't...
"Crazy!" Torfin agreed, cackling. "What kind of idiots would start pooling all their pay to buy storming bandages for doomed men, start laughing during chasm duty, swear to stand by their storming bridge, if they didn't have at least one, um - uh -"
"Stormblessing!" Leyten offered with a gasp from the ground.
Torfin pointed at him, "Stormblessing!" he repeated with a yell. "To remind them that life was worth living!"
Lopen narrowed his eyes, finally coming to a conclusion. "You fellows are taking the piss out on me," he accused.
"You know Captain," Drehy said, whole body heaving, tears still streaming down his face as he lay helplessly on the floor. "I still get nightmares."
This inspired a new wave of laughter mixed with jeers about their own issues, and suggestions for how the captain could help. Lopen shook his head, grinning widely at the room full of uproarious men. Some of his best work. And mostly achieved on accident, which was the best kind of accomplishment!
The Captain finally pulled his hand from his face. There was color high in his cheeks, and he was frowning, but the corners of his eyes were creased with suppressed laughter.
"Sorry Drehy, one time offer," he said dryly, to hoots.
And Lopen," he said, faux apologetic. "I am sorry for the oversight. I... didn't realize you were interested."
The crew edged well into hysteria, most men only able to breathe in strangled gasps and wheeze out an occasional ''Stormblessing!'
Bridge four's captain was good at playing straight man, when the mood struck him.
The Lopen huffed, but decided magnanimously to move past the slight to his honor. Even if it turned out they weren't joking.
"It's still nice to be included," he sniffed. "Ain't that right, Renarin."
The Brightlord seemed to shrink as attention was drawn towards him, face a brilliant red as he pressed into the corner. Some of the laughter trailed off as the crew remembered he was there. More of it got louder, even less uncontrolled.
The Captain's eyes widened and the flush on his cheeks spread to his ears.
"Renarin! Oh - Jezrianssake, the men are full of chullshit, alright? I didn't - that wasn't -"
The Captain gestured helplessly. "The thing with Szeth was - we were - the world was going to -"
He threw up his arms as Renarin's eyes just got wider.
"It was the stew!" He said desperately, turning to look at Eth, who looked bemused back at him. "It really was the stew!" He pleaded.
"I know Captain," Eth said soothingly. "I know I came in a bit later, but I know. That's not exactly something these idiots would be able to keep secret."
"Things might have gone faster, though..." Skar said leadingly, which set off another round of helpless groans and gasps for air.
The Captain rolled his eyes, scoffing, still the perfect comedic straight man.
...He did get the whole joke though, right? The bit of truth in the jeers? The Lopen was not generally interested in the more manly sex but Storms. It was sometimes hard to tell if the Captain realized just how pretty he was, just how much people reacted to his general...Stormblessedness. Not to mention the glowing! Everyone loves a man who can glow and run up walls.
Hm. Maybe that helped explain the Captain and the Assassin.
Moash stumbled, still snorting, over to the Man in White - to Szeth - looking down at him, appraising.
Kaladin grew tense.
Gancho had been especially strange around Moash for the last few days.
"Assassin," he said thoughtfully. "Are you sure it was just pity?"
The wide eyed man, who had remained utterly impassive as the room fell apart around him, cocked his head as Moash leaned down.
"There's a certain kind of person who finds killing light eyes, especially powerful lighteyes, a rather..."
Kaladin cleared his throat, interrupting. "We're not killing the king."
Moash turned sharply, glaring at Kaladin.
"I do not wish to kill anymore," Szeth whispered. He paused, then spoke again.
"I will kill if the Blackthorn orders, or if you ask, Kaladin Stormblessed, son son Tanavast."
Kaladin winced. "Maybe let's not mention...that whole last part when we go to the King. We...we should definitely practice exactly how we're going to explain all this."
He starting towing the still blank faced - no there was a bit of confusion there, if you were looking - infamous Assassin to his office, the men letting out the best jeers they could (considering their incoherent state) as they went.
"You should for sure mention the 'pity fuck' thing though," Lopen called helpfully. "The King will definitely be interested in that."
#stormlight archive#kaladin stormblessed#szeth/kaladin#lopen and szeth: untapped comedy tagteam??#words of radiance au#crem and love#stormlight fanfic#cfsbf#crack fanfic
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since the fat centaur seems to be so very popular, I am reposting this older image I made several years ago for a character design challenge. :)
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yknow AI art has ruined an entire genre of painting to me, i saw one of those smooth anime-realism pieces and immidiately thought ''ugh, AI art'' until i noticed it was posted by an established deviantart user 6 years ago. like ive never been a huge fan of that genre but it looks like a pretty difficult style to master and i feel bad for the artists who specialized in anime-realism only to have their entire market jacked by people typing keywords into midjourney.
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today I had the urge to draw Adolin and then decided that he deserves to have his spouses loved ones with him.
well... he did have Gallant in the first iteration.
#cosmere#brandon sanderson#stormlight archive#procreate#cfsbf#character art#roshar#kaladin#kaladin stormblessed#stormlight#shallan kholin#adolin kholin#shallan davar#cosmere fanart#crem and love#gallantr#horseboy#pretty people#ot3#shakadolin#id in alt text
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my friend the amazing @priscellie made some great Valentines Cards :DDD
Which one is your favorite?
I made a bunch of Cosmere Valentines! All illustrations by @lamaery except the Rlainarin one, which is by @rspixart. Captions by me.
#cosmere#cfsbf#brandon sanderson#stormlight archive#tress of the emerald sea spoilers#yumi and the nightmare painter#mistborn#elantris#warbreaker#described#valentines cards#cosmere fanart
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some more art for femslash February featuring Eshonai and Azure being the best worldhopping girlfriends out there.
Leshwi and Jaxlim sharing a passion for growth and gardening.
(sorry I just had to add this comment from discord 😆)
and Sja-Anat and Evi which could be loosely seen as accompanying art to this ficlet by @cosmereplay
(disclaimer: non of these ships I came up with myself but they were suggested by the amazing people from the Bridge Four Discord, when I asked for potential couples to scribble pictures for) 😀
#cosmere#cosmere femslash february#procreate#character art#stormlight archive#brandon sanderson#cfsbf#roshar#leshwi#jaxlim#cosmere singer#evi#Sja-anat#azure#eshonai#id in alt#id in alt-text
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A lovely scene!! (disclaimer: I made the drawing at @cosmereplay's suggestion, but before I actually read the text, the idea was based on. But I love it as a short but soft afterlife moment! ❤️
Day 4: Doomed by the narrative
Rated Teen, Veil & Tyn, RoW spoilers
“Where am I?” Veil asked. One minute, she'd been asking Shallan if she had done well, and the next, she'd found herself fading…and now, she was at a darkeyes tavern?
She stepped forward tentatively, looking around. The other people seemed…indistinct, except for one person sitting at the bar who looked deeply familiar, despite the fact that Veil had never met her.
They could never have met, because it was the woman whose manner, fashion, and history Veil had stolen whole cloth.
The woman glanced down and to the side, tilting her ear towards Veil as if she could hear Veil’s thoughts.
“You gonna come join me, Veil?” Tyn asked. “Always room for one more in the Tranquilline Halls.”
“You’re not even Vorin,” Veil chuckled as she sat beside her, her confusion drowned in the sheer excitement of meeting the mentor she’d never actually met. “Am I dead?” she asked, as Tyn gestured to the barkeep for a round of Horneater White. “How do you know me?”
Tyn offered a cheers. “First, to the woman who finally killed me,” she said with an easy smile. She didn’t seem to have taken it too badly.
“To Shallan Davar.” They clinked glasses, and Veil drank her small cup in one go. It didn’t even burn going down. It just warmed her belly, leaving her feeling as indistinct as the rest of the tavern looked. She shook her head, as if to shake off the fuzziness.
“What a woman. I had no idea what I was getting into when I met her.” Tyn smiled again, looking Veil up and down. “She really liked the outfit, huh?”
“She liked a lot about you,” Veil said, and spun her empty glass on the bartop at what looked like an impossible angle. The trick was simply to do it confidently. “Because of you, I could do what she felt she couldn’t do. I had the skills she didn’t have, or didn’t want to have. Because of you, I was free in a way she thought she couldn’t be.”
Tyn narrowed her eyes. “She even took my advice about blending in as a darkeyes. I like that. You know, I’ve been watching ever since she ran me through with that storming Blade.”
The idea that she’d been watching them brought up some acutely embarrassing memories, and Veil winced. “Even in Kholinar?”
Tyn laughed, loudly and freely. “Yeah. You two were a piece of work out there. Nah, I'm remembering that cursed place with the beads.”
“Shadesmar?”
“Yeah. And your time at the tower city. You earned that hat and coat, girl, the way you can flip those cards. The way you can talk yourself out of trouble. You earned your reputation. You were based on me, Veil, but you grew out of me. You did things I was never capable of. Putting someone else first. Loving someone. Protecting them. After a while, I realized I was rooting for you. I want you to know that. You were…” She wiped her eye. “Storms, you’re the closest thing I ever had to a daughter. I…”
“You don’t have to say it.” Veil’s breath caught between embarrassment and longing.
“No, don’t you see?” Tyn said. “That’s why I’m still here, hanging on. I have to say it. I was a conwoman all my life. This is my last chance to say something honest in this Heralds-forsaken life.”
Tyn reached out, taking Veil’s freehand in her uncovered safehand. She had stayed behind for her. For Veil. The touch was intimate in a way Veil had never known, and it moved her deeply.
“You did good, kid.” She squeezed Veil’s hand, and Veil squeezed back, treasuring the warmth of it. She reimagined those same worst moments knowing that Tyn, her never-mentor, had been cheering her on. Her throat swelled with emotion, and she could feel her eyes watering.
She looked up to find Tyn’s eyes were also sparkling with barely-suppressed emotion. They both quickly looked away, wiping their eyes in a symmetrical series of motions.
Veil ordered the next round, and lifted her cup. “To learning from the best.”
“If I’d been the best I wouldn’t have gotten stabbed by a seventeen-year-old,” Tyn laughed.
Veil grinned. “Fine. To the woman I tried to become.”
The older woman lifted her cup. “And to the woman you actually became.”
They clinked their cups, then drank. Veil felt this one hit harder. She started to feel a bit dizzy, disoriented. The tavern around them started to swirl and fade. “I am dead, aren’t I?” she said, half in awe. The air seemed to sparkle with an electric energy.
“No, just me. It’s my time now,” Tyn said. She had stood, and she leaned back against the bar casually, looking upwards as the scene faded into a soft, warm light. “Go back to Shallan, kid. Things’ll be different, sure, but that’s life, and you’ve got a lot more living to do.”
The light brightened until Veil couldn’t see Tyn anymore. “Goodbye,” she whispered, as finally, she felt herself floating in the back of Shallan’s mind again. She stepped forward, feeling her former consciousness fade and change into a bright new awareness.
She had done well.
"Yes," Shallan whispered. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
#fanfic illustration#row spoilers#minifemslashfeb2024#cosmere femslash february#veil/tyn#veil stormlight#tyn stormlight#stormlight fanfic#rhythm of war#cfsbf#id in alt text
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Happy Stormlight Valentine's!
Yeah, well... right back at you 💕💕
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I really couldn’t have worded it better.
Hi Jodee! do you consider to use glaze or nightshade? (what's your opinion about ai "art"?)
Hi Nonny!
Thanks for the ask, sorry I am just getting to it now! To answer your question about Glaze, Nightshade and AI as it pertains to art, I support the poisoning! At the rate this technology is advancing, there needs to be a quick footed defence against the greedy reach of corporations that feel entitled to just help themselves. I am not really looking forward to the glut of mediocre ‘content’ sludge that’s inevitably going to be sold back to us either. It was already getting kind of unbearable in volume before the great churning began.
Ethics and morality aside, from a purely creative standpoint as an artist, it couldn’t appeal to me less. I can see how it might speed up the process and help with idea generation, which makes sense in a commercial environment where everything needs to be delivered yesterday but that’s not why I make art. It’s an expression of self and it’s deeply personal, connected and rooted in me. I love the process; I love learning and the feeling when I see or feel slight improvement. The sense of accomplishment when I solve a problem. The meditative state it puts me in. Why on earth would anyone sacrifice that part of the process? Reward without effort seems deeply unfulfilling and down right depressing to me not to mention the atrophy of a skill set I have poured so much time into. There is a deep value in learning a skill, it goes way beyond the final piece or the money that can be made from it. Thanks again for the ask <3!
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Character Portrait challenge | Part 14
A litte more OFMD and Dev Patel (I still want to watch the Green Knight). Here I was trying out Procreate's painting brush "Spectra" because I like the softness of its texture and went for some monochrome versions as well...
Part fourteen
84 - 85) British actor Dev Patel
86) Dutch-Mauritanian actor, comedian, and writer Samba Schutte
87) New Zealand actor and comedian Rhys Darby
88) Indian boxer Lovlina Borgohain
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Part 1 – Start of the project
Part 2 – Kaladin
Part 3 & 4 – Adolin and Renarin
Part 5 – Dalinar
Part 6 & 7 – Shallan and Jasnah
Part 8 & 9 - various people and skin tones
Part 10 – a little bit for The Lopen
Part 11 & 12 - Wit and Navani
Part 13 - ofmd und Dev Patel :)
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Congratulations! in that case 😆
I said it before and I say it again. That awkward pause. Them staring at each other. Jon's disdainful silence. I'm dead. 🤣
Jon wth that's so RUDE
#the magnus archives#jarchivist#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#worms#tma season one#animatic#not my art
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Hey, were you the person that did an animation of Kaladin Stormblessed doing a kata in the shattered plains chasms? I've been trying to find it for awhile but don't know where to look.
Also, amazing art! 😁
Thank you ❤️ No, for the cool Kata animatic you are not looking for me but for my lovely friend @thirdchildart who does amazingly good animatics.
Here is a link to a post with the Kata
https://www.tumblr.com/thirdchildart/676531492897406976/thirdchildart-storyboards-inspired-by-brandon?source=share
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