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mrskatha · 4 months

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After all the holidays my sons therapy continues. So I get almost an hour of sitting and drawing with my daughter per week.

I caption this "Why the long face?"

#therapy #ergotherapy #why the long face #drawing #i am not an artist #iamjustbored

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mrskatha · 5 months

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Iron Man: Are we sure this guy wants to be a villain? He's had tears in his eyes every moment we've seen him.

Loki: [visibly teary-eyed] I have not. Thor: It's fine, Man of Iron. My brother has always been crying as far back as I can remember. Iron Man: And no one ever thought that was weird?!?

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mrskatha · 5 months

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I know my pencil portraits are nowhere near good yet. But my son has ergotherapy once a week. Which means I get an hour of drawing study per week 😅

As I don't have much creative imagination atm. So the models are my two very own crotch goblins..

#pencil #pencil drawing #pencil doodles #sketch #sketching #drawing #art #therapy

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mrskatha · 5 months

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Zawe Ashton reveals she got into the 'best shape' of her life in The Marvels but had to reshoot the film after becoming pregnant

Zawe Ashton has revealed she got into 'the best shape' of her life while filming The Marvels but ended up having to reshoot the film after becoming pregnant.

The actress, 39, portrays the warrior Dar-Benn in the film opposite stars, Brie Larson, Teyonah Parris and Iman Vellani.

Zawe, who admitted to being 'traumatized' from working in Hollywood, felt the grueling training regime required for the blockbuster 'empowered' her.

Speaking at the Bazaar At Work Summitt 2023, she said: 'There was this opportunity for me to get in the best shape in my life [with The Marvels] which I really hadn't been in – getting fit and in shape, but strong and eating well, was a massive part of this journey for me.

'And then the process of learning stunts and fighting is probably one of the most empowering things that I've ever done.'

Zawe welcomed her first child with her partner Tom Hiddleston last October, with the pregnancy interfering with the shoot.

She said: 'I thought the film was finished, and I got pregnant and had my baby. And then they told me to come back and reshoot basically the whole movie.

'That, to me, has been the biggest journey with this movie: my physical wellness, my ability to endure, to mentally switch back into that place, postpartum, and come back, and try and kick some ass again. That's really what the landmark of the film is to me now.'

Zawe also spoke about working in the film industry as a young actress and how there were not many measures in place to protect performers from exploitation.

She said: 'I'm probably deeply traumatised! I was working at a point in our industry that is so different from industry that we are working on making for ourselves now. There were no safety protocols.

'There were no conscious ways that we were thinking about protecting young women. I sort of wipe my brow sometimes, thinking: 'Wow, I actually emerged quite unscathed.'

'There are so many different ways that we're thinking consciously about protecting the people who are working in front of and behind the camera now.'

Zawe elaborated on sexism in the industry, saying she felt 'fatigued' from spending so much time worried about her looks.

She said: 'I realised that I'd spent nearly 30 years as an actor, but I'd also sort of spent 30 years performing as a woman, and I felt suddenly so tired.'

'That kind of patriarchal eye, that just gazes on you since birth, it suddenly felt really like that had depleted me in a very deep way.'

'I was suddenly hit with this fatigue, where I didn't want to think about my face, or about my hair and my looks. I didn't want to think about how I could keep presenting myself for a camera or a lens that basically represents this very, very problematic gaze.'

'Where do we draw the line? This is all part of the same spectrum. If you're not seeing women's humanity, if you're not seeing a full human life when you're thinking about the ways that you're putting these kinds of [character breakdown] descriptions together, then the extreme end of the spectrum is you're not valuing women, and that's a much bigger conversation than my industry.'

The actress, who was born to a Ugandan mother and an English father, also spoke about representation on screen.

She said: 'When I starred in period drama, Mr. Malcom's List, there was suddenly this healing moment. I had never ever seen any actor who looked like me invited to the table to perform these entertainment pieces.

'I hadn't known necessarily that I was hurting so much, until I saw that representation happen, and the success of it take everyone by storm.'

'Growing up as a young biracial girl in Hackney, I was really drawn to the left-field, drawn to the alternative. And part of the bullying I encountered in my teens was because of that.

'There weren't really any people of colour who were representing this alternative landscape. When I got the part of Vod in Fresh Meat, I thought: 'This is now my opportunity to be that for someone else who didn't maybe have it.'

'I was willing to do whatever it took to make that character as edgy and authentic as I felt she could be, so that it would invite that person who is not seeing that kind of representation on screen, to really feel seen.'

Zawe, who has not revealed the name or sex of her child, told how she feels like she is 'growing up' with her baby.

She said: 'The most surprising thing for me has been how quiet I feel like I've gone in motherhood.'

'Right now, it's been really about collecting women's stories. For some reason, we don't value ageing in our society. And there are women who have given me nuggets of wisdom that I literally could not live without. And they are all over the age of 60.

'Why we're not opening a platform and listening to women who have actually lived life is crazy to me. I'm a new mum. I know so little. I'm growing with my child… the child is going to teach you and lead you if you're open to it, and that's the moment to enjoy so much.'

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mrskatha · 6 months

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Loki.

Master of the universe

#twhiddleston #loki #thomas william hiddleston #hiddlestoners #tom hiddleston #mculoki #digitalart #loki (marvel)#fanart #god of mischief #god of stories #master of the universe #digital art #digital illustration

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mrskatha · 7 months

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Digitalised a pecil sketch.

Apparently this is what I'm doing now.

#twhiddleston #loki #thomas william hiddleston #hiddlestoners #tom hiddleston #mculoki #digitalart #loki (marvel)#fanart #sketch

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mrskatha · 7 months

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Actual pen and paper for a change..

Just some doodles and shadowing/position study. And obvs trying hands again.. why are hands so hard??

I also need some actual drawing pencils because the supermarket ones suck ass 😂. If anyone has a spare set of Prismacolors that they want to het rid of.... 😂😭

#Loki #twhiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #hiddlestoners #loki #tom hiddleston #mculoki #loki (marvel)#fanart #baby loki #sketch #sketching

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mrskatha · 11 months

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As usual I forgot this App existed for the last several weeks.

But here is the new stuff.

#twhiddleston #digitalart #loki (marvel)#fanart #thomas william hiddleston #hiddlestoners #loki #tom hiddleston #mculoki #green suit #blue suit

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mrskatha · 1 year

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New Loki variant.

Inspired by the looks of Zawe Ashton and 2011 film Loki.

"The first and most oppressive lie ever uttered was the song of freedom. [...]"

#zaweashton #TomHiddleston

#Loki #mcu #LokiVariant #fanart #kw

#twhiddleston #loki (marvel)#zawe ashton #loki variant #fanart #digitalart

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mrskatha · 2 years

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Just Loki. Casually sunbathing.

#twhiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #hiddlestoners #loki #tom hiddleston #mculoki #alternate universe #auloki #digitalart #hiddlesedit #fanart #loki (marvel)#loki laufeyson

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mrskatha · 2 years

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AWAY

Fear.

It was what had woken him again. He hadn‘t slept the whole night. No matter what he tried, he kept tossing and turning. Sighing, he turned to look out the big, gold-framed balcony doors beside his bed. The dawn was breaking. Soon, he had to be in the big hall, leading the kingdom until their ruler comes back.

„He will come back. He will…“

His throat constricted as the cold fist of fear wrapped it’s gruesome grip around it.

He dressed in the dark. His formal wear was only granted an annoyed glance. Then he strode out of his chambers, clad in a soft linen tunic, fine wool breeches and his riding boots.

He knew his destination and his big strides carried him there in mere minutes. When the scent of hay and horses filled his nose, he inhaled deeply. It had calmed him down since he was a young prince. It was his hiding place. Nobody looked for the noble, arrogant prince in the place that was dirtier than everything else.

He picked up three apples from a barrel at the big entry before he shut the gates again. Taking a bite of one of the apples, he walked calmly towards the far end of the stables. The two stablehands were used to seeing him here- more often just lately - so they bowed quickly and resumed their work when he walked by.

In the last bay, there she was. The beautiful, white mare, Magni. And, hidden behind her underneath a heap of straw, her foal, Hófvarpnir. He was born six weeks previous and as strong as his mother and his father, Svađilfari, combined.

She walked towards him and put her soft nose on his shoulder, nudging him to make him give her the treat she knew he was hiding behind his back.

Chuckling softly, he held up the apple.

„Good morning to you too, Darling. You are a bright one, aren’t you?“

He fed her the apple and slipped inside her bay. The foal eyed him suspiciously but, he could smell the apple on him, so he trotted over to his side to wait patiently.

He ruffled his mane and held out the apple.

„Here you are.“

He fed the remainder of his own apple to the mare and sat down on the cool stone floor near the exit to the meadows on the back of Magni’s bay.

For a while he sat there, only staring outside. Watching the sun rise from behind the trees.

The foal laid down next to him, blowing his hot breath on the hand that rested on his knee.

He smiled weakly, but furrowed his brows. He felt hot tears stinging in his eyes.

He missed him. More than he probably should.

It wasn’t only his brother he missed. No, he missed his love; his strong arms around his body, his sweet words whispered into his ears in the darkest nights, his assuring gaze on him when he fullfilled his duties - even his booming laughter when he caused mischief again.

It brought a sad smile to his face.

He had been gone for month now. He had left him behind. Them behind.

Him, because he had to take over the position of the ruler until his return. His mare, because she carried an heir to the famous bloodline of their stables. She hadn't been suited for battle in her condition.

And, now her foal was born, their master still has not returned.

He had sent messages. The battles had taken some unexpected turns. They were trapped on another realm, their forces depleted to only a fraction of their former strength.

He knew his brother would come back. He always came back, even if it seemed impossible to win his battles, he always came back. ALWAYS.

He must.

Because, if he didn’t, he would simply wither away. He couldn‘t live without his love anymore. Not when he finally found it after years of hiding and denying himself. He had thought it was wrong, absurd… Disgusting, even. To have such thoughts… Thoughts that invaded his mind every second of his day, awake or not. It almost made him go mad. He had begun to hurt himself. The silver lines on his arms and thighs were a daily reminder of that. He had argued with himself in his head. That he imagined it all inside his mind. The lingering touches, the stolen glances, the unspoken words.

And, when he finally got what he craved so long for, he almost ruined it all by running away and hiding himself again.

But he was found. Pulled from the dark, the shadows, into the light. He had struggled and screamed and cried. But his brother was stronger than him. He forced him to listen, muffled his cries with kisses, let him hit his broad chest with all his force, endured all his curses with patience. Because he knew he didn’t mean it. He knew he had fallen back in old habits. Hurting himself, physically and mentally, because he believed he never deserved to be loved. Because he wasn’t normal. An abomination with no place to belong.

He knew now that he was mistaken. His love… No, the love of his life… Had made that clear. He had a place where he belonged. At his side. For eternety.

It was why he was afraid everytime his love left the realm to fight in seemingly pointless battles, fruitless wars that had no victor and only brought death and destruction.

If he ever lost the love he found, there would be no place in the nine realms to hide from his rage. He would turn loose to seek vengeance for his loss and he knew he was so powerful nothing could stop him. Nothing but HIS love.

It was why he needed him to come back. He can’t lose himself and bring Ragnarok upon the worlds. He would feel that guilt forever. But he couldn‘t change who he was - no matter how hard he tried.

He needed him to ground himself, to keep the monster inside at bay. To keep it from coming out of the darkness and swallowing every light that ever was and ever will be.

He felt it rattling in his cage. His moods were known to everyone around him and, the longer his love was away, the worse they got. He couldn’t do this any longer. He craved to be touched. He even tried to still his cravings with various lovers. But he sent them away everytime. They weren’t his love. They couldn’t satisfy his needs.

And so, he sat there, in the stables, sharing his pain with a creature that he knew would understand him.

„You miss him too, hm?“

The mare huffed and put her soft nostrils in his hand. No one was allowed to go near her apart from the princes. She would kick and bite everyone that tried to put a hand on her. She was as stubborn and fierce as her master.

He laughed. A sad, soft laugh.

The mare lowered her head to his face. He looked in her intelligent brown eyes, seeing himself in them. His face was wet and reddened from his silent tears. She looked at him for a long moment until she finally lifted her head again and bumped his fingers with her nose.

He knew what she wanted. But he wasn’t sure if it was helping their longing or made it worse.

However, he craved it as much as she did.

His fingers began to glow an eerie green; sparks flew from his fingertips.

In front of them appeared a cloud of green mist. At first, it was only a swirl of colours, but slowly the colours took forms and created an image.

A man, blonde and bulky, armed in a heavy breastplate but his muscular arms were bare. He held a hammer in his right hand, his long hair was losely held up by two strings bound in the back. His blue eyes stared at them… But, also, not. They stared straight through them.

He twitched his fingers and the image began to move. It smiled, the eyes focused, it lifted a hand to wave at them, turned the head and looked around.

It was almost as if he was here. Here with them. But they knew he was not. Not for a while longer.

When the sun reached her peak, he snapped his fingers and the image was gone.

He wiped his face with the hem of his tunic and unfolded his legs to stand up to his full, imposing height.

Waving his hand, he conjured his formal attire from his chambers onto his body and held his head high.

He braced himself for the angry questions on his whereabouts that he knew were to come. He had ignored his duties for too long already today.

He was surprised when he walked across the paths that lead to the palace and he saw the whole of the servantry scurrying around like ants. Confused, he grabbed one of the maids to stop her from running to wherever she was headed.

„Tell me girl. What is all this furore about?“

The scrawny woman looked at him with wide eyes.

„Haven’t you heard it, Lord Regent? The King is back! He has just arrived at the gates!“

She winced at his painful grip and, when he realised, he let go of her with a nod.

He needed a moment to grasp what she had said.

The King is back!

Taking two deep, calming breaths, he let his face fall into his long-learned, royal grimace of slight annoyance and strode towards the palace.

Internally, his heart was racing and his thoughts were falling over themselves in their eagerness to be expressed.

The King is back.

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mrskatha · 2 years

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Aawww. Look at this sad, little noodle and his cute little teefers. rwar.

#twhiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #hiddlestoners #tom hiddleston #alternate universe #digitalart #adam #vampireadam #olla adam #olla #only lovers left alive #fangs #tinyteeth #sadboii #sadnoodle #look at this depressed little spaghetti #I wanna pull his hair and call him Linguine #despresso sluttè

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mrskatha · 2 years

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mrskatha · 2 years

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Oscar Isaac - Moon Knight

"Moon Daddy"

#oscarisaac #oscarisaacedit #oscarisaacart #moonknight #moondaddy #why is he so gorgeous #heoozesdaddy #ravagemeoscar #goodgod #tellmeimagoodgirl #black and white #pencil

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mrskatha · 2 years

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Just for funsies.

Maybe shapeshifter Jotunn Loki. Dunno.

#justforfunsies #whitewolf #bluemarkings #justatry

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mrskatha · 2 years

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ALMOST

He had awoken with a jolt, shook from a memory. A dream. A nightmare.

Loki! The dark elf was running towards him from the cliff, Loki couldn’t see him and was distracted by two elves, one he had just decapitated and was momentarily blinded by a gush of black, steaming elven blood.He frantically wiped his face with the remains of his cape while fighting off the second attacker single handed and mostly blind.

Thor felt panic rising, drying out his mouth to the point where he couldn’t shout to warn Loki. Fear clutched his heart and robbed him of his breath, stumbling as he sprinted off towards the elf. Then his warrior instincts kicked in, his lungs opened up again and he ran full speed.

Tackling the assassin just seconds before he could ram his poisoned spear through Loki's chest from behind.

He almost lost him. Without ever telling him.

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Thor stood up, shaking his head, more to will away the darkness in his head than to sort his tangled, golden mane, and walked across the big chamber, all decorated in green and gold.

Once he entered the bathing chamber that adjourned the spacious bedroom, he looked at his reflection in the big mirror. He was bruised from head to toe from battle. And other things...

He washed his face and patted his body dry from the sweat with a washcloth. Everything in here smelled so familiar, but more intense than he was used to. It smelled of pines, leather, smoke and a hint of fresh fallen snow.

Quietly, he walked back to the bed. His lover had shifted, clutching the pillow Thor's head was laying on just moments ago, still breathing evenly.R

The delicate silken sheets only decked the lower half of the slender body he was so used to seeing - but not in this way.

He couldn’t resist. He leaned down, pressed a featherlight kiss to the tender piece of skin just below the ear. A small red mark was still visible. Thor smiled. He himself had sucked the tiny bruise into the skin.

His fingers wandered from the hair he was absentmindedly stroking, down the neck, over the toned chest and then ghosted over the slim waist. He slipped his hand under the sheets; teasingly tracing the hipbone and then back over the perfectly shaped ass to tickle the small dimples just above.

With a soft smile, he watched the beautiful face of his lover twisting and a soft moan spilled from the bruised lips. The sort of moan that leaves lips subconsciously just before one awakens.

He leant forward to have a look at those spectacular green eyes that were currently hidden from his sight by a curtain of raven locks; tangled and messed up from what they had done earlier.

When a hoarse, sleepy mumble came from those lips, Thor startled a bit. Then he saw a hint of mischievous green eyes, glinting in the moonlight, watching him intently.

"Don't start what you can’t finish."

The challenging undertone in the voice wasn’t missed by him. So he climbed back into the bed, slipping under the cover while discarding the bit of fabric he wore from his trip to the bath. He wrapped his strong arm around the body in front of him to press it flush against him; chest to back.

Seductively, he wrapped one hand around the slender throat he just kissed. His other hand wandered down, scraping over the soft skin with it's calloused fingertips from years of battle, until he reached the patch of coarse hair. He could feel the heat of a very hard cock radiating from there... Although he wasn’t even touching it yet.

He nuzzled his face into the glorious, black locks, while he rubbed his own erection in the cleft of the wonderfully soft, but toned, ass that was pressed up to him. Then, in one swift move, he wrapped his hand around the leaking shaft of his lover's and gave it a quick stroke that tore a high pitched moan from his lover.

"Who said I can't finish it, brother?"

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mrskatha · 2 years

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Thorki gives me life and inspiration 😍

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