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Once I had enough high-resolution climate data to work with, the final part of the Climate phase was the creation of maps with discrete climate zones, which I produced in both the Trewartha classification scheme, left, and the Köppen classification scheme, right.
The final phase of the Ayrum mapmaking project was to create realistic satellite style maps, which began with mapping out soil colors and the ground cover of vegetation generally and tree-analogues specifically.
Once I knew where the plants belonged, I then determined what colors they'd be in the conditions they're adapted for, as seen in the maps, and under seasonal variation, with the chart showing how plants with certain adaptations react to seasonal changes in those conditions.
In these gifs we see the ground plants and tree canopies changing colors as the Solstices and Equinoxes expose them to greater or lesser rainfall and harsher or milder temperatures than what they're adapted for. Neither of these gifs provide a true image of what the surface looks like from space, but rather of the in-person appearance of whatever plants may be present.
Finally, using the vegetation density maps as raster masks for the seasonal plant color maps, and layering those with the snow-and-ice maps over the soil color map, we now have a much truer image of Ayrum's surface as of its (Northern) Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn months.
#Ayrum#mapmaking#digital painting#imaginary maps#imaginary climate zone maps#Trewartha climate scheme#Koppen climage scheme#worldbuilding#commission#major project#seasonal data sequence#imaginary soil color maps#imaginary vegetation maps#vegetation extent#vegetation color#satellite-style maps#Photopea#Christopher Maida Artwork
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Empathy pt.4
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Lo’ak/fem!omatikaya!reader | links to parts 1, 2 & 3
Not sure if I like some parts in this chapter tbh, I might change some things 😭 but finally a new chapter!
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The banishment process had been nothing but devastating, both to your family and the Omatikayan people. The pure devastation that engulfed everyone’s face made your hearts heavy as Tarsem brought down his dagger against Jake’s chest, your fates were sealed. You were no longer one of the people. No longer a hunter or herbalist, no longer a part of the Omatikaya clan. You clenched the shawl around your shoulders closer against your chest, grasping tightly onto your mothers bracelet, a departing gift from Norm and Max, who had huddled you and Kiri into a tight hug, having watched you take your first steps and every milestone of growing up, you knew your mother would be well taken care of. The tears that threatened to spill from your pale eyes were fought back, face forward and jaw clenched. You would not shed a tear, not in front of All Mothers tree.
The walk in front of the whole clan was dreadful and felt like a weight was strapped to your feet with every step, Neytiri’s sobs could be heard from the front, you couldn’t begin to imagine how painful this must’ve been for her - essentially abandoning her clan, her people, her mother, her fathers dying wish. You wondered if you would ever be able to step foot back home, into the forests lush embrace, would you ever be welcomed back with open arms? Would you ever lay your eyes on mother again? you trudged forward reluctantly, the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you made you feel so small, like an ant to a human. You glanced back and briefly locked eyes with Mo’at,the adoptive grandmother who had taught you and Kiri all of your vast knowledge on the art of herbal medicine and of Eywa in honor of Grace, your mother. The pure sorrow in her eyes as she nodded affirmatively to you made a tear trick down your cheek. You could already feel yourself becoming homesick.
The departure was silent and no one spoke a syllable as you all mounted your sky beasts, Jake leading the way as you all formed a triangular formation. Your hand reached up to adjust your riding visor as you twisted your body to look behind you, caressing the molted wings of a lortsyal, a shimmyfly, a part of your home carried along with you on your next journey. Your gaze longing as the forest trees, the shrubbery, your beloved Ayrum Alusing and everything you had ever known became nothing but a blur the more the distance grew. You bit your lip, the flesh turning pale from the pressure, you hoped and prayed to Eywa that wherever you landed would be as kind to you as the forest and its natives
Over raging seas, unpredictable weather and the unrelenting scorching sun, the venture was treacherous. After two days and nights you wanted nothing more than to jump right into the oh so inviting cyan sea below. You guided your ikran to glide inches away from the tempting blue, laying your body against the creature as you reached your arm down, fingers ghosting the calm waters before dipping your whole hand, the cool sensation caused goosebumps to litter your blue skin, unable to hold back the refreshed sigh that slipped your lips.
another blue hand plunged into the water beside you, locking eyes with Neteyam when you peered up, “refreshing, isn’t it?” his words soft as his lips fell into a crooked smile. You nodded, wrinkles appearing next to your eyes as you returned the smile, “I am extremely tempted to jump right in if I’m honest..”
Your comment earned you a chuckle, his braids swaying with the movement of his laughter, “best not to if you wouldn’t like to be eaten by a giant sea creature.” your eyebrow cocked, the tone that dripped with your words was teasing, light hearted. “Don’t think I can handle a little fish?” Neteyam quickly picked up on it, blissfully unaware of his younger brothers eyes curiously watching the interaction, “prove me wrong then, ____..” his hand gestured to the sea just inches away.
you hummed in response, eyeing the way the droplets of salt water trailed down your digits before curling your fingers into your palm and abruptly spreading them out, shooting light sprinkles of liquid onto the older boy who offered you a smirk, unbothered by the coldness just sprayed on his chest. This friendly banter was rare, Neteyam always occupied by the pressure on his shoulders of being the first born, and you always at the hip with Lo’ak. It felt nice.
You positioned your ikran besides Lo’aks, who had been oddly standoffish since your departure, easily catching his attention as Ika’tes wings grazed over his own. “What do you think they’re like? The reef people?” You questioned, slightly taken aback by the tension in his muscles, but still you smiled sweetly at him. His eyes locked with yours, the events of the days prior still fresh in his mind. It made him feel hot, his hands feeling clammy as he discreetly wiped them on his thighs. “not sure, you?” - you stayed silent, pondering, a slight nervousness in your tummy blossoming.
“I hope they’re nice..” Lo’ak smiled at your soft anxiety, offering you a light bump from his Ikran to ease your nerves, “don’t be a wuss!”
It was another long day of risks and exhausting flying before you could even make out the large archipelago of island clusters, as Jake had mentioned, the sea was home to the Metkayina, the reef people; masters at reading the ocean waves and adept at the art of spears. A clan without war.
you could hear Kiri and Tuk gasp as you came into view of Awa’atlu, a large island curtained with towering tropical trees and grainy land right in the middle of crystal water, clearly being able to see the way the sun light shone through the true blue. The different hues of blue and green much opposite from your forest home but equally as beautiful. Light blue Na’vi peered up curiously from their tide pools up towards the sudden presence of Ikrans, never before seen in reef territory. It was a spectacle to see and they wasted no time in swimming towards the shore, unbelievably fast and their curiosity peaked.
A light blue Na’vi let out strengthened breaths into his shell, a boisterous call emitting form within, watching as you curved your Ikran to line up with the shore as more Metkayina flooded to the grainy strip - some diving into the sea and others mounting Ilu’s. If they didn’t know of your arrival before, they definitely did now. At your command Ika’te lowered his speed as he descended, his landing soft as dust from the sand kicked up with the flap of his large wings. You avoided the growing crowd as you disconnected your braid and dismounted, their loud judging stares boring holes into your skin, you locked eyes with Kiri who too felt uncomfortable under their scrutinizing eyes. Both of you instinctively pulled your shawls closer as if it could somehow protect you and deflect their judgement as your feet followed Jake’s lead, his arms low and spread out to show his amicable intentions.
“Be nice..” Neytiri threw behind shoulder as your group came to a stop before a few Metkayina with their spears staked into the sand. A welcoming that was expected. You observed your surroundings from your position beside Lo’ak, taking comfort in his presence as you sometimes caught eyes with a few locals who’s looks hardened. It seemed your hope for friendly introductions had been thrown out the window. Too distracted by the way the sand coated your toes you caught movement from your peripheral, peering up as Neteyam and Lo’ak locked eyes with two approaching Metkayinan boys around your age, their teal stares studying their appearance questioningly as the two forest Na’vi greeted them only to be ignored; clearly taken aback by the lack of formality. You understood, you were all strangers, forest people in a land not meant for you. But the way the taller boys eyes fell onto you and scanned your small frame - you wanted nothing more than to go back into the welcoming arms of your Omatikaya.
His teal eyes took you in. Your long upkept hair, the small various flower petals that intertwined along the length of your top, the way you perked up with a glint of hope in your eyes, those stupid doe eyes looking at him attentively as your two out of five fingers reached up to your forehead in greeting with the offer of a small smile - his stare narrowed as they fell onto your hand.
Much like a few moments ago, he also disregarded your greeting, walking around you as his friend pointed at your tail with a chuckle, “Look, what is that? Is that supposed to be a tail?” but he wasn’t interested in that, reaching out to snatch your hand that had greeted him inspecting it without shame, “you’re not a real Na’vi..” his words dripped with disdain as another hand pulled your own away from his grasp, Lo’aks ever observant eyes had seen the way he looked at you. His stare lingering too long, scanning over your frame, the small minuscule upward twitch of a smirk - he didn’t like it. It was the same way some of the boys back home looked at you, he hated it then and he hated it now.
The one with curly hair pointed to your tail next, amusement in his words, “it’s so small, how are you supposed to swim with that?”
Lo’ak gave your hand a gentle squeeze, eyes locked and swirling with pique at the boy as he pulled you closer to his side “cmon bro..” he was met with teal blue hands up in mock surrender, the cockiness in his smirk radiating as a Metkayinan girl made her way to the two boys, flashing you an apologetic smile as she lightly hit them, berating them for their bullying. Not long after did a group of Skimwigs fly overhead, droplets of salty water falling from their scaly skin as they descended and reached the shore, the chief of the reef striding tall and proud along with his wife, Tsahik Ronal, her demeanor unwelcoming.
“Why do you come to us, JakeSully?” Jake could tell Ronal was not very pleased with complete strangers arriving on her doorstep, and even more displeased as he requested Uturu, asylum for his family.
“Uturu?..” her eyes looked to Tonowari, flabbergasted at the request before falling onto your group once more, taking slow encircling strides as her eyes judged every feature on your bodies.
Tonowari’s voice was firm as he spoke, watching his wife’s demeaning eyes, “we are reef people, you are forest people,” Ronal grabbed hold of Neytiri’s tail, unsatisfied, “your skills will mean nothing here.”
“then we will learn your ways.” the metkayina tsahik laid her judgement to Tuk, announcing to the crowd how thin her arms were before turning to Kiri, her teal fingers snatching her tail as Kiri let out a small ‘ow’- “Your arms are small, your tails are weak, you will be slow in the water..”
Ronal’s eyes trailed down to Kiri’s hands as she snatched her tail from her grasp, her brows furrowed as she quickly took hold of Kiri’s hands and raised them into the air for all to see. “these children are not even true Na’vi!”
Kiri turned to look at you, irises searching your own before she turned back to the woman in front of her with her eyes narrowed and tone sharp, “yes we are!” Ronal scoffed, dismissing the girl before trudging toward you and Lo’ak with the sand crunching under her every step. The Sully boy at your side stepped in front of you, avidly blocking you from the woman as she too grabbed hold of his hand and allowed her people to feast their eyes on his five digits, Lo’ak could only turn his head down to you as his loose braids curtained his face.
“they have demon blood!” at her statement the crowed became agitated, visibly distraught. upset coursed through your veins, how dare she judge your friends and family so shamelessly? you laid a hand on Lo’aks bicep in hopes of comforting him as a sea of eyes fell over your group. Jake had enough of the judgement, shoving his own five fingered hand into the tsahik’s face, wiggling his fingers as if to make a point, “look, look! i was born of the sky people and now i am Na’vi, you can adapt!” his voice firm and his posture strong as he whirled around to face Tonowari.
“we will adapt.”
Neytiri stepped forward looking down her nose at Ronal, the way she had shamed her children still fresh and present, it was something she could not let sweep by. “my husband was Toruk Makto.” The blue woman narrowed her eyes slightly, “he led the clans to victory against the sky people.” her gold eyes flit to the Metkayinan chief, who lowered his own.
a light scoff emitted from the rivals throat, “This you call victory? hiding amongst strangers?..” her teal gaze shifted from Neytiri to Jake,“it seems Eywa has turned her back on you, chosen one.”
the two Na’vi women glared heatedly at one another, exchanging challenging hisses as their mates shared an incredulous look like fish out of water. Jake cleared his throat strongly, stepping in between both women as he apologized on Neytiris behalf, much to her disliking as Ronal made her way to the chief, eyes locking in a silent conversation.
“We cannot let you bring your war here, Jake Sully.”
Jake hoisted Tuk up onto his hip, cradling her head against the crook of his neck, “Im done with war, ok? I just want to keep my family safe.”
You glanced to the side, studying Lo’aks expression as it portrayed uninterest, a ghost of a smile played at your lips at his boredom. The droop in his eyelids, the blankness swirling in his orbs, the way his lip slightly pouted. Sensing eyes upon him he flits his gaze down, successfully locking his sunset eyes with your own with a questioning look curtaining his face to which you found cute. He was cute.The cheeky smile on your face brushed him off, this only fueled his confusion even more but before he could inquire anymore Tonowari had made his way to Jake, grabbing hold of his spear and stabbing it uncaringly into the depths of the sand.
“Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us.” Strong eyes scanned over the people, “treat them as our brothers and sisters but they do not know the sea so they will be like babies taking their first breath.” there was a pregnant pause before he continued. “Teach them our ways so they do not suffer the shame of being useless.”
The two adult forest Na’vi radiated with gratitude as they instructed you all to express your thanks as Tonowari gestured to the boy who had bullied you earlier along with the girl who had berated him for his behavior.
“Our son Ao’nung and our daughter Tsireya will teach your children-” Ao’nung was quick to protest, clear displeasure in his tone, “Father, why?” Tonowari brought up a finger to silence his son as Tsireya beamed with excitement.
She stepped forward to catch your attention, placing a hand on her chest. “Come, i will show you our village!”
As you walked along the bouncy woven pathways you couldn’t help but admire the natural beauty of the reef. From the way large branches expanded around the pods and nestled deep into the clear water below, to the various hues of turquoise that littered the surroundings, a stark contrast to your home of olives and browns. You missed it, the forest, your home.
your feet fell in sync with Kiri’s, readjusting the woven basket in your arms. “what do you think about this place so far?” your soft voice brought her back to reality as she pondered your question, “it’s meh, kind of a rude welcoming..”
“yeah, i can agree with that” you breathed out with a chuckle until you caught eye of her smirk, giving her a puzzled look, the corner of her lips only raised higher. “what? i know that face, it’s never good.”
“don’t act like you don’t know sister, you know iv’e been wanting to interrogate you about Lo’ak, and after earlier when he snatched your hand away from that boys, there has to be something going on..” you feigned obliviousness, staring straight ahead at Lo’aks back, his trapezius flexing with the item he carried. “hmm it was nothing really, that boy was making fun of my fingers, just like his mother did to you.”
She hummed, mentally accepting your reasoning, in the end she decided to press about it further when the two of you were alone.
“Well we know where he gets it from.” her eyes rolled, your giggle filling her ears in agreement.
the pod you had been given was spacious, years of skills woven into each singular thread that made up it’s form, you settled the basket in the corner as Jake called everyone into a huddle. you rested on your knees as you took place in between the two Sully brothers.
Jake fell into a squat, eyes scanning over you, “I need you kids on your best behavior, i mean it. Learn fast and pull your weight.” he flit his gaze onto Lo’ak, a look on his face that the boy knew all to well, it made him want to roll his eyes.
“Don’t cause trouble, got it?”
Lo’ak considered rolling his eyes, always being singled out was tiring. He gave in, “Yes sir..”
Neteyams braids clacked against one another as he brought a hand behind his brothers neck playfully, earning himself a hiss before he turned his attention to you. A smirk played on his lips, “And don’t get caught up in this skxáwng’s mischief either, ______”
you smiled gently, “i’ll keep an eye on him.”
Not long after were you all dismissed, free to your own exploration until your group set their eyes on the approaching children of the chief along with their friend; their offer of going for a swim delighted you, since the dreadful trip you had been eyeballing the tempting coolness of the sea and so you wasted no time in following Tsireya as she dived skillfully into the water. Your eyes clenched shut as you pummeled and the sudden iciness seeped into your skin, eyes fluttering open only to be in complete awe.
you took in your surroundings annoyingly slow, carving the beauty of the reef into your mind. The vibrant corals illuminated by the suns rays as they seeped through the water, their light bringing out the various colors of the ocean floor and it’s hazy environment. You floated towards a cluster of towering anemones, their long tentacles swayed with the soft current almost as if they were waving at you in greeting, brushing your fingertips along its form you spun around slowly, just in time to see a school of fish swim by, their gills glistening brightly as they swam through a ray of light.
Pure awe filled your pupils and Kiri shared your amazement as she floated towards you, latching her hand around your wrist and hauling you along. Through crevices in the rocks and tall shadowing sea grass, you both had long forgotten about the rest of your group, much too occupied in the breathtaking ocean scenery. The two of you locked eyes as you came to a halt on the sea floor, watching as a pack of Ilu’s inspected you curiously from a distance. You wondered, would Kiri bond with one as easily as she had her Ikran?
As if your curiosity was answered, an Ilu broke away from it’s group, swaying it’s body through the distance until it had reached Kiri. It eyed her intensely, a hearty chirp echoed off as it brought its head to rub against the side of her cheek. Just like that she had already formed a lifelong bond effortlessly, it was something you had envied since you were old enough to form awareness, and even now years later, you could not help but feel unfavored by the all mother. Why had she created such a difference between two sisters?
From your position on the ocean floor you watched as Kiri solidified her bond, gliding and weaving through the narrow crevices and beaming with glee. Those same ill feelings bubbled in your chest but you knew you could never blame Kiri for the rift that separated you two. It was an unfortunate circumstance of your birth but still, you pondered. Pondered if Eywa played favorites.
You could never have such a connection with your planet, it’s creatures, it’s blossoming nature, or it’s creator. It was unfair in your eyes but even so, the way Kiri’s smile spread across her face as her gaze locked with yours made a solemn smile pull at the corners of your lips. Her gift was a blessing and you only hoped it would be without burden.
You swung a leg over the slippery skin of your llu, straddling it cautiously while avidly avoiding meeting the eyes of your teacher, his teal hands holding it in place steadily. You much hoped it would be Tsireya who would instruct you but to your dismay, she had already taken the position of being Loaks helper. Your attention was thrown to the side at the sound of Kiri's laughter, turning just in time to see her llu spit water at Roxto's offended face. You inwardly groaned, wanting nothing more than to be in her position.
A snort brought your focus back onto the task at hand, begrudgingly locking eyes with Ao'nung who's eyes bore into your own. "You lose focus easily, fake Navi.”
In all honesty, you were not a fan of his arrogant disposition and his cocky attitude. You had tried befriending him when you arrived only to be squashed without a second thought and now the nickname? You hoped this lesson would end quickly.
You didn't care to hide the disappointed sigh that left your lips, "I have a name Ao'nung, please use it.”
He considered your words for a moment before leaning forward with an uninterested gaze. You weren't quite sure what he was going to say next but still you waited for a response, "what's your name then? l'll be sure to remember it."
You debated whether or not to indulge, the condensing tone he had with you had softened just a bit and you wondered if he was coming around or just messing with you. His teal pupils eyed the unsure look on your face and he couldn't help but let his gaze linger.
You were pretty. Even if you were a half breed he couldn't deny that fact. He simply took in your appearance before you finally parted your lips. “It’s ______…”
He rolled the word off his tongue, coated in his accent. You waited for the bullying but to your surprise there was no mocking undertone or scrutiny, you were a bit taken aback.
A teal hand suddenly grabbed your own and placed it over the handle of the Ilu, adjusting it to hold correctly, his voice was now stern but that same smirk plastered itself back onto his face.
“Well _____, if you want to live here, you’ll have to learn how to ride..”
#avatar the way of water#lo’ak imagine#lo’ak x reader#lo’ak#lo’ak sully#lo’ak headcannons#lo’ak x you#atwow loak#atwow#kiri sully#ao’nung#lo’ak fic#lo’ak x y/n#lo’ak avatar
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Armenia. Tavush. 2013.
"Emma Arzumanyan is 75 years old. She picks fruit in the forest outside the small town of Ayrum where she lives. We came across Emma and her daughter picking berries on the edge of the forest. Emma looked very fragile in her big pale blue cardigan that had massive holes in the elbows (from catching on the thorns). She had scratches covering her hands and wrists from the thorns on the berry bushes. And when she stepped through the bushes to get nearer to the ripest berries, her flimsy long skirt caught on the bushes revealing more scratches on her ankles and legs. “I started picking fruit to earn money when my husband died. If I can sell my fruit at the roadside market, I will get 300 drams a kilo .. around 1, 000 drams for a full bucket. I get a small pension, but I don’t have another income. I live with my daughter in one room. I know that the processing plant will be opening next year and I’m hopeful it will help me with guaranteed sales and fixed prices.”
Cristina Garcia Rodero
#magnumphotos#magnum photos#photography#photojournalism#armenia#armenians#caucaus#Cristina Garcia Rodero#caucasian#kavkaz
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Two amazigh girls eating
[This scene takes place especially in Kabylia -Algeria]
#art#digital art#artwork#illustration#amazigh#kabyle#kabyle pride#pot#pottery#warm#dress#kabyle dress#colors#ethnic dress#kabyle jewelry#amazigh jewelry#jewelry#little girls#ayrum#bread#sun#kabylia#Algeria
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Hi, hello! I was wondering what are the ethnicities of DD ROs??
Isa is Dagestani (Avar), Jol is half Igbo and half Azerbaijani (Ayrum), Reza is Talysh and Neo is Yakut (Dolgan).
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Title: Ayrum Ameerah - Palm View Primary (7 years old)
From: Sengkang CC
Description: Thank you nurses for taking care of my world
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Ov sirun sirun @valekarakhanian 🇦🇲Ov, sirun, sirun, inchu motetsar, Srtis gakhtnike, inchu imatsar. Mi anmegh sirov yes qez siretsi, Baits du, anirav davatchanetsir. Akh, yete tesnem orerits mi or, Du man es galis tkhur u molor. Enker kdarnam yes qo vshterin, Menak chem toghni im sirats yarin. Ov, sirun, sirun, inchu motetsar, Srtis gakhtnike, inchu imatsar. Mi anmegh sirov yes qez siretsi, Baits du, anirav davatchanecir. Ov sirun,sirun, yerb vor yes krkin Hhandipum em qez im chanaparhin, Norits ayrum en hushers anmar Norits korchum en yev qun, yev dadar. Ov, sirun, sirun, inchu motetsar, Srtis gakhtnike, inchu imatsar. Ov, sirun, sirun, inchu motetsar, Srtis gakhtnike, inchu imacar. Mi anmegh sirov yes qez siretsi, Baits du, anirav davatchanetsir. #armenia #california #ovsirunsirun #art #artistsoninstagram #lion #yerevan #armenian #love #photographer #photography #photooftheday #photoshop #instagood #inspiration (at California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0nf7mVJX-Q/?igshid=199miboefo1l9
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Armenia. Tavush. 2013. Emma Arzumanyan is 75 years old. She picks fruit in the forest outside the small town of Ayrum where she lives.
We came across Emma and her daughter picking berries on the edge of the fores. Emma looked very fragile in her big pale blue cardigan that had massive holes in the elbows (from catching on the thorns). She had scratches covering her hands and wrists from the thorns on the berry bushes. And when she stepped through the bushes to get nearer to the ripest berries, her flimsy long skirt caught on the bushes revealing more scratches on her ankles and legs.
"I started picking fruit to earn money when my husband died. If I can sell my fruit at the roadside market, I will get 300drams a kilo .. around 1, 000 drams for a full bucket.
I get a small pension, but I don't have another income. I live with my daughter in one room. I know that the processing plant will be opening next year and I'm hopeful it will help me with guaranteed sales and fixed prices." © Cristina Garcia Rodero/Magnum Photos
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The next phase of the Ayrum project was climate, which I'll introduce with the resource that made my work possible in the first place: these datasets created by Nikolai Lofving Hersfeldt, who runs WorldBuildingPasta and shared all of this with my client and me via Panoply. These were tremendously helpful and I wouldn't be able to achieve a fraction of the final detail without them.
My own adjustment to this data begins with Surface Temperature, which came down to correcting the coastlines (I mistakenly sent in a version of the elevation map that resulted in continental shelves appearing above sea level), refining the effects of elevation, and adding a color gradient.
I was then able to combine this data into Annual Minimum, Average, and Maximum temperature maps, seen above, which was pretty useful too.
One use for the Annual Average map, for example, was providing a baseline to compare each month's data against, seen in the sequence above.
And from the Annual Minimum and Maximum maps, I was able to create a map that presents the overall range of temperatures throughout the year, which does a good job of showing just how extreme the conditions are in higher latitudes and further inland.
#digital painting#imaginary climate maps#mapmaking#imaginary maps#Ayrum#Photopea#worldbuilding#commission#long term project#Surface Temperature maps#monthly data sequence#WorldBuildingPasta#Panoply#Christopher Maida Artwork
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These screenshots I took in Blender are the final product of a commission I worked on for over a year, of my client's planet Ayrum. These represent the planet as it appears at the Northern Spring Equinox, at various angles and different times of day. This project had multiple phases and produced many maps and figures, so I'll be making multiple posts about it over the course of multiple days, working from the earliest results up to the images used in these screenshots.
First, the tectonic history sequence, covering about 600 million years of activity. The colors of continental crust in the gif's top half represent which plate it will belong to in the end, and the colors used in the bottom half represent what plates they belong to at the time
With the tectonic history settled, it's easier to determine what the topography should look like. The two greyscale elevation maps start from the lowest trench depth and from sea level respectively, and the color-graded elevation map has dry land differentiated from bodies of water.
Dipping into Blender once again, with some screenshots where I used the color-graded elevation map as the image texture and the greyscale elevation map as the displacement texture, to emphasize the topography. This will be all for today, but there is much more to come.
These maps were made for the user @umbrace-ramble, to whom I am very thankful for this commission and all the experience it inspired me to gain.
Rendered in Photopea with the aid of Blender,
screenshots taken in Blender,
November 2022-January 2024
#mapmaking#worldbuilding#first posts of many#commission#Blender#digital painting#Photopea#plate tectonics#topography#elevation#bathymetry#imaginary tectonic timeline#imaginary geology#long term project#Christopher Maida Artwork
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Among many other questions on the various sites I posted my latest mapmaking project to, a couple people asked how I created the heightmaps for the Ayrum commission, and so I made a video going over some of my methods in a minor example project. Enjoy!
#Photopea#digital painting#video tutorial#screen recording#showing my work#rendering elevation and bathymetry#mapmaking#Christopher Maida Artwork#Youtube
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