#wip: of time and wonders

[ashcremated]

he was a celestial immortal demoted to volcano spirit, he was a cultivator on a mission to kill demons, can i make it even more obvious? lil bday gift for @ranilla-bean, hi fratm di brutte vibes 💕 xianxia au century egg pookie be upon ye 💋💋🍋🌋🌋

[idliketobeatree]

i'm living the dream, in the dream, i'm buried alive two bed grave, one bath, car in the drive mirrored covered windows block the light feeding back reflection distorts life cut connection — jesca hoop

[the-moxxie]

Little WIP of something I'm working on

[remxedmoon]

auaua feel a little bad for being inactive recently so!! heres the reason why :3

[salchichas-art]

how the turned have tables or how does the saying go

[xxplastic-cubexx]

auction results done for @ouchpotatoex as a part of the 2024 @marveltrumpshate charity event: thank you so much for your generosity and donations !!!!

[wojtekaneko]

Haha I've got a whole minute (out of 11) of this Part 47 animatic!!! It's not much, and idk when I even finish it, but I just wanted to post this c: Animating Yorick yapping was my favourite part ^^

[salamispots]

squid 👀

[bokulikescomics]

Finally embroidering pentiment menu illustrations on my pant cuffs and here are my favourite lil freaks together

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for videogeek behind the cut; “Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Today after doing morning chores and eating lun-chuh on the porch, Pa got out the small white ball and webbed glove and the wooden club for the catching game he likes, and Ma packed away the leftover food from lun-chuh and then set up on the porch with Kal and a little hat to keep the sun out of his eyes and some toys for him to play with and a thick little paper record for herself to read through.

Lun-chuh was a big thick pye full of meat and vegetables and “gruh-vee” instead of the usual sweet fruits and syrup, and a big bowl of “suh-ald” with leafy greens and crunchy nuts and raw vegetables covered in a creamy sauce. After Ma put away the leftovers, she’d come back with a glass pitcher full of a pink drink full of small cuboids of ice and sliced-up fruits–thin cross-sections of one of the yellow segmented ones with the leathery rinds and split halves of the fat little red ones covered in seeds that grow in the garden but also come in the little green boxes made of thick, heavy paper at the market. 

Kara’s never seen Ma put the fat little red fruits in a drink before, but she and Pa buy them at the market a lot, and Kal likes them a lot. They’re already softer, for fruit, but Ma always cuts them up tiny for Kal anyway and makes him a little bowl of them. Kal eats them with his bare hands and gets all sticky and messy and happy and babbles and shrieks about them and usually makes a mess all over himself and the tall-legged little chair with the attached tray that Ma and Pa got for him to eat at, since he’s still too small for the table. Kara worries about the mess and the trouble, sometimes, but Ma and Pa never seem to mind, and they keep buying the fat little red fruits and keep giving them to Kal. 

Kara half-wonders what the little red fruits taste like, but every time she’s tried one, they just tasted hollow and empty to her, and lun-chuh and the pink drink tasted that way too. 

She thinks food used to taste better, before. She’s sure it did, actually, but she doesn’t know if that’s because the aliens’ food just doesn’t appeal to a Kryptonian palate or because everything in the universe just is hollow and empty to her now, without Krypton or their house to go back to. Without their people to go back to; without their world to go back to. 

Without a home for either of them. 

Ma and Pa are so, so kind, but Kara can’t expect them to put up with them forever. Eventually they won’t have the space for them, or the growing season will end, or . . . just–eventually they won’t need another “Kent”, and Kara and Kal will be more of a burden than a help to them, and . . . 

Kal seems to like most of the aliens’ food just fine, but maybe that’s just because he’s never tasted Kryptonian food, and doesn’t know what it should taste like. 

And won’t ever. 

Kara pushes all those thoughts down, and plays Pa’s catching game with him. Ma can’t throw very well, Kara thinks, or maybe just doesn’t like to play, because Pa only ever seems to ask her to. 

It’s not much to ask, she thinks, for how much he and Ma have done for them. Pa seems to appreciate having someone to play his game with, and Kal likes to watch them play it anyway, so . . . 

It’s not that much, no. 

Maybe she can teach Kal how to play too, when he’s bigger. Though he probably won’t remember that he used to like to watch it, given how far from Ma and Pa’s farm and Smoll-Veel they’ll have to be by then. 

He doesn’t seem to remember Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor at all, so why would he remember Ma and Pa? 

Today Pa offers Kara her pick of the webbed glove–which means she’d throw the ball and he’d club it–or the club–which means he’d throw the ball and she’d club it. Or sometimes Pa will toss the ball up and club it himself when it comes back down, so he can hit it harder and Kara can be far enough back to still catch it. Kara’s tried it that way once or twice, but Pa usually can’t run fast enough to catch it either way. 

Well, that’s why she’s a useful “Kent” here, she supposes. Pa’s strong, but she’s still fairly certain he and Ma are both middle-aged, and at least they both seem to be about as physically-fit as a middle-aged Kryptonian would be, she thinks. She doesn’t know all that many Laborers, so she’s not sure, just–

. . . she didn’t know all that many Laborers. 

Kara takes the club, today. Hitting something sounds–better, today. 

And she doesn’t want to throw the ball as hard as she thinks she’d want to throw it, since it’s Pa she’d be throwing it at. 

The pink drink was so pretty, like the kind of fancy thing she’d get at a tea room or a milk bar with her friends after class and they’d all share while making their way through whatever mismatched plates they’d decided to order without even caring about the composition of the meal, but it didn’t taste like anything at all. 

Pa puts on the webbed glove and tucks the ball into it as he heads across the grass plot surrounding the house–the “yurr-duh”, he and Ma call it–and Kara hefts the club and gives it a swing or two, just to familiarize herself with the weight of it again. It’s always been light, but it feels even lighter lately. 

She thinks–well, it’s a good sign, she thinks. It means she’s still getting stronger. And the stronger she gets, the better a Laborer she’ll be, and the better she’ll be able to take care of Kal. She’s been learning how to do more and more of the farm chores, and the more of those she learns, the easier it’ll be for her to find farming work later. Just–the more she knows about how the aliens farm and how their technology works and their language, the more useful she’ll be, and the more employable she’ll be. 

She needs to be as good at this as she can be. She needs to be worth hiring; worth keeping. 

She needs to be so much better than just “good”.

[keii]

old wip of kii that I rlly wanna finish

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Took me five million years, but I finished it!

[playgroundfadings]

Frank Morrison

You can hear him yelling skibidi toilet in the distance

[koroart]

Something something Lambert & Sylvain parallels— I go bed now ( WIP )

[otterloreart]

alright i was doing so "good" at avoiding putting up spoilers but who am i kidding. I must show people everything that I am happy about.

In order to facilitate better balance (even if she needs a stand), I made the feet larger and I think I will maybe not do the ankle joint, but do the hand joint for better posing. I'm still considering it. I feel like if I put a magnet or hole in her foot to pose on a stand, it might work better if she had full foot + legs.

And I realized that this just... looks like eevee. So I made one with an eevee tail. And now I'm like, maybe she's too far from a Usul to be convincing? I guess the usul body type isn't the most conducive to this kind of body and now I'm second-guessing myself.

I spent a while fiddling with those legs to make them look better with the chunky body, but they ended up in a quite... wolf-kitty-girl kind of way. almost leaning towards generic. And I thinned out the ruff quite a bit (and it doesn't have its full detail). I had to flatten the stomach a little and make the leg joints very large because so much was showing from the side (and it looked way weirder before this, believe me)

But anyways: am I convinced I can make a perfect usul? maybe not, but i am going to make a very cute "something" and that's all that really matters