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Back at it with my Brother Bear au shit...
#HIS NAME IS BUCKY NOT BINKY#that was literally my favorite line of the whole movie#consistent art style? never heard of her#I'm rusty#i love this movie#i have so much thoughts for this au#i hope to actually post that someday#sth#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#sonic the werehog#brother bear#wsatw#a little late but it's okay
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I cheated a liiitle, I spent 40 min on this, but I think there is no point in sharing a 30-min version because it's mostly textures and tuning haha
a pity I didn't see @first-try-techno-challenge prompts earlier :( for today I have chosen the theme "Gifts"
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Un besito
#my art#trigun#vash the stampede#nicholas d. wolfwood#vashwood#I haven't colored/shaded with traditional inks in over 3 years#i'm rusty
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Purples, Blues, and Gold
Words: 1,800
A prequel to Rosemary, Lilacs, Lilies and Bergamot
Astarion is at a loss on how to go about picking out something new for himself when given the chance. Floundering a bit he reaches out to his love for help and receives some supportive guidance. Just a short and hopefully sweet fluffy one-shot that's been living rent-free in my head since buying him an outfit at the Facemaker’s Boutique.
Bodies scattered the floors and blood soaked into the rugs at the Facemaker’s Boutique. The staff and owner were still rattled by the murder attempt. But at least Figaro ‘Facemaker’ Pennygood was so thankful to still be alive that he offered a discount to them all on the spot. The last thing Astarion expected was for their defacto leader as well as his lover to actually take up the offer so readily. But in their early days, she was not above picking up rags and anything else not nailed down for a bit of extra coin to buy one more healing potion or spell scroll.
With a soft clap, Anna declared, “Well now that bit of unpleasantness is all sorted out, how about we all do a little shopping?”
He watched as Gale and Karlach gave one another a tired but agreeing shrug. They both made a beeline to pick out some long overdue fresh undergarments to start. Astarion however felt rooted to the spot for so long that she noticed, drew close, and offered her hand. Stopping just short to give him the chance to decide if he wanted the contact or not. He stared at it for a moment before thinking to take it in his, give it a nervous squeeze, and side-eye the others. His lips pursed tighter as one of his brows cocked high in quiet alarm.
In a discrete murmur, so low only he could hear she guessed, “Star… has it been a while since you’ve picked something out for yourself?”
After a soft embarrassed clearing of his throat, he admits in his own way, “To say I’m out of touch with the current trends would be an understatement. What do you think I should get?”
Read on here:
#baldur's gate 3#astarion#bg3#astarion x tav#fluff#struggling with mental health#an attempt to help foster independence#I just really love those colors on him#shopping#choice anxiety#just some fluffy thought that's been living rent free in my head since buying him that outfit#Astarion and the player character#mutual trauma baggage#offering support#this fic might be cavity inducing#my apologies#I'm rusty#That and I love the sweet fluffy stuff#male vulnerability#Purples#Blues#Gold#my fanfiction
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Never done one of these before.
Could have pushed certain values and edges a bit more but I’m happy with the approach overall (there is a sort-of logic, promise) and practice is practice.
What the CSP screen capture function doesn’t show (thankfully) is the hundreds of times I flipped the canvas and toggled layers on and off to see if there was a minute improvement in detail. Enjoy x
P.S. Obviously the video is sped up but just note that the screen capture only records the brush strokes laid down - it doesn’t account for the waiting and thinking and taking my time/making cups of tea (this took over 2 hours this evening, after a failed attempt yesterday)
#process video#digital art#larissa weems#principal weems#wednesday#wednesday netlix#the addams family#gwendoline christie#it looks like I know what i'm doing but I don't#i'm rusty
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"My mom used to do that." for claudiez 👀
as always they're in their 20s...
Plus send me a number with a ship and i'll write it <3 accepted ships are tdp canon ships + rarepairs (claudiez, sopreli, corvus/terry, sorvus)
There's very little that Ezran remembers about Sarai.
He remembers the warmth of her smile, he thinks. The softness of her hair in his chubby little hands. But beyond that, there's not much else—too recently weaned before her death for more than stories he's heard to take hold, and even then, it feels like every year Harrow (until he couldn't) and Callum, or even Aunt Amaya, would bring up something new, something small, that they remembered, and he was learning it for the first time.
Mom always wore little gold beads in her hair.
Those were her favourite pair of earrings.
She planned out the castle gardens, with those hedges over there.
Soren, even, citing that she was his first sword-fighting teacher back when she'd been captain of the guard, before she and Ez's dad had fallen in love.
Her birthday is always hard, an added winter chill growing throughout the castle. Ezran ensures more fires are lit, and Claudia enchants little glass jars of orange light with her Sun primal, for people to carry in their pockets to keep them warm. He dons his more heavily furred royal cape and keeps Bait close while he writes letters to his brother and Rayla in Xadia, climbing the cold steps up to the rookery to send them.
Claudia joins him more often than not in his study, to save on candles, she says, as they do their work long into the night, but Ezran thinks she just likes his company, his heart doing a hopeful little dance in his chest. He steals glances at her atop the rim of candlelight dancing in her green eyes, now with that spark of light in them that'd been gone for so long during the war. After the war, too.
"You know," he begins, when they're heading to the study after lunch, "we could go to the library. The fireplace there is warmer. There's more comfortable chairs."
We used to always sit up in the library when it got cold, his dad had said, and Callum would play on the floor with you in your mom's lap.
Claudia thinks for a moment, then grins adorably. "Why not?" she says.
They settle in with tea and jelly tarts as an extra bonus, Claudia easing off her prosthetic and letting her stump be close to the fire; Ezran knows the cold makes the phantom pains worse this time of year. (Terry still sends over a herbal remedy that helps with it from where he's set up an apothecary on the border of Del Bar and Katolis with Corvus.)
More of her dyed black hair falls in front of her ears while she works, making notes on charts for what magical goods will be imported once the ice melts, and Claudia pushes it back impatiently until she sits back and begins braiding it. It's still shorter than it was in their teens, no longer all the way down her back, but long enough to braid as she starts the process, fingers jolting.
Dark magic took a lot from her, but one of the things it left was permanent nerve damage in her hands. (The cold makes that worse, too.)
"My mom used to do that," Ez half-remembers, half-recalls. Another story about the differences from their royal portrait—the one real non-Callum produced picture of their mother he has, the way he pictures her in his mind's eye—and how she'd worn her hair in a braid just as often loose or in a bun.
Claudia smiles then, softly. "She did. She's actually the one who taught me, after..." Lissa, another woman Ezran has never really met, isn't a wound anymore, but it's still hard during this time of year. "After my mom left and I grew my hair out."
Ezran sets aside his letter to an Evenerean diplomat, rising when she struggles again. "I can do that for you, if you like."
"Oh. You don't—"
He steps around easily to stand behind her armchair. "Let me?"
Claudia turns to the front fully, exhaling. "Alright."
He gathers her hair gently, hands confident due to the way his father had shown him him growing up, but styled a bit more the way Moonshadows do their braids, like how Rayla had demonstrated. For love and affection, she'd said, having small, long ones tucked away behind thicker locks for each of them—Callum and Ez and Soren, her boys, and then for each of her parents.
"There," Ezran says, finishing. He takes off his cape too for good measure, and drapes it across her shoulders. Claudia is looking at him wide-eyed when he walks back around to face her, and he passes a hand self-consciously over the patch of hair he's growing on his chin.
"Thank you," she says at least, tugging his cape further over her shoulder. The royal red brings out the green of her eyes and black of her hair. It suits her.
"Don't mention it," Ezran says, sitting again. They catch each other's eye, briefly, and share a smile, before she blushes a bit and looks away.
He feels warm for the first time all day.
#claudiez#tdp#tdp ezran#the royal family of katolis#thanks for asking#ficlet#fic#my fic#headcanons#anon ur braver than any us marine#anyway claudiez naming their first kid sarai ii bc claudia can actually remember her#AND bc ezran is Sarai's Son too as much as he's harrow's legacy wise is#so important to me#dunnno if i like how this came out but listen i tried#i'M RUSTY
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fruit sketch to heal the soul
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Brandon Sklenar as Spencer Dutton in 1923
#spencer dutton#1923#1923edit#brandon sklenar#edit#these took an embarrassingly long time to make#i'm rusty#also he's hunting maneaters in africa#tw blood#tw gun#tw romanticization of this#out of credits
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a fairly messy edit of might guy ya girl rusty.
enjoy~!
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Oof. Lost a Megamek game bad today. 3 Comstar Heavies and a custom mech with a veteran mechwarrior versus 4 Periphery Assaults. Somehow that meant they got a Victor -9K and that motherfucker wrecked shop.
15-point hits destroyed my guys and if I rushed close, it swung with its medium pulse lasers. Jump jets kept it nimble and when a 'mech of mine had an armor gap, the SRMs came out. Just a brutal design.
The custom 'mech headcapped the Periphery Charger, and the Charger headcapped my Lancelot in the same turn. The Victor fucked up my two other 'mechs and it was just the custom versus an Orion and an Awesome (the Victor withdrew from damage).
I managed to hit the Orion hard enough to make it withdrawal, but even when my custom could shoot at a TN of '9' versus the Awesome's '12', the Awesome still had 3 ERPPCs to fire.
And that, as they say, made all the difference.
#battletech#megamek#fun game#I'm rusty#I was never good#but I'm rusty at being poor instead of terrible#happy with the custom 'mech though#need to read up on a few things
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Comparison reading, let's GO
(Left set is Wilbour translation, right is Julie Rose, which I haven't read yet. You totally can't tell, can you?)
Les Mis Letters 1.1.1: An Upright (Rose: Just) Man
1. Wilbour makes the baffling choice to redact Digne, then does the same with Brignolles but also puts it in parentheses?? A minor but head-scratching thing.
2. The notes in Rose are Good. I've already learned about noblesse de robe (hereditary magistrates... yeah, that's a good idea). She does translate palabres (southern slang apparently) which Wilbour leaves in. Will be interesting to see how Rose does the argot section.
3. This time around I'm paying more attention to this section and I'm struck by the introduction of Madame Magloire and the bishop's sister Baptistine. Will be keeping an eye out for their future appearances.
4. The bishop had a wife, which I knew... but I think earlier translations may have glossed over his shall we say, joie de vivre. Hugo. You can't just drop that bomb and then walk away like some cool action hero. Spill the tea!
5. Still think his chance meeting of Napoleon is super boss.
#this is not very insightful but listen#i'm rusty#also getting a late start so here's yesterday first#les mis letters
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☠️My So Called Undead Life☠️
My Living Dead Girl has discovered K-pop. Lacey looks so lonely up there. Her dream is to form an all girl undead K-pop group.
( ↓ The short story of how she discovered K-pop is below. ↓)
The smell of copper and decay linger in the air. Another sim has fallen victim to Lacey's insatiable hunger. She used to feel guilt about noshing on sims but that part of her is numb. Now all she feels is hungry. Mindlessly attacking any unsuspecting sim that crosses her path. Her only focus is to satisfy the uncontrollable hunger. Sounds of slurping and tearing echo in the night as she feast on her latest victim. It’s not the only sound. She stops when she hears it. A muffled melody. Lacey looks down and spots the device that the sim was holding before she attacked. Curious she goes over and picks it up. A sense of wonderment fills her at what she views on the little screen. A feeling she hasn’t felt in a long time bubbles up inside her. Lacey begins humming and tapping her foot. For the first time in a long time she isn’t thinking about hunger. It’s as if this sound has somehow pulled her out of a trance. She feels an instant deep desire to learn more about this music and dance. Lacey’s love for K-pop is born!
#tabbyrhsims4simblr#simblreen fun#sims 4#tabbyrhsims#i thought about doing this as a simblreen challenge#but i didn't know if anyone would want to make kpop zombies#haven't wrote anything story wise in a while#i'm rusty#twblood#twgore#simblreen
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Because of you, I now hear the percussion in every song more loudly. When walking alone in a crowd, there's still someone holding my hand. There's something pulling me forward, even while that cold place has me by the back of the collar. The light will always be green, and I'll always be waiting. I want to shed this four year old costume of pain that grief has laid across my body. I see myself pounding black pavement on a summer's evening again. I envision clouds and landscapes rushing by, so that I may stand at your door and feel this golden warmth we've been creating. I can imagine myself in the world again. When the sun descends, my mind no longer struggles like a caught rabbit. My heart, with it's black ends and wind-swept chambers, may finally be able to untwist itself.
This, my love- with its steady tempo, entwined hands, guiding force, running feet, sleeping fur, and stretching muscle- is dangerous.
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#im tired#life is so exhausting lately#going to try and write smut for the first time this year#i'm rusty
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I lost to goddamn cpu hibiki are you kidding me
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