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reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

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Happy N7 Day!

Here are some sketches I did for the season. I have been working on another work, but it probably won’t be done until the next Mass Effect is out!

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Boop!

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Texture Experiment | Oil Pastels

This is part 1 of the Texture Experiment, in which I will choose a texture and attempt to recreate it Digitally with basic brushes. And, share how I replicated the texture. Feel free to critique this, or share better techniques. If you want a texture to be posted, or have resources for them, feel free to reply. (Result at the bottom.)

[APP] Procreate [BRUSH] Oil Paint [ERASER] Jagged Brush [BLEND] Oil Paint

Time: 18 minutes Date 10/22/2024

Tutorial:

Begin by doing a rough sketch with either a black or dark color using the ‘Oil Paint’ brush. You will also do very rough, and sketch shading. (As seen in the photo below).

(Layer 1 and 3)

2. Next, you will color the painting. Preferably, using saturated colors to better mimic the coloration of oil pastels, doing basic ‘shading’ and coloring of the background aswell. It can be messy!

(Layer 2) 3. Go to the first ‘sketch’ layer and carefully blend the ‘shading’ using the ‘jagged brush’, resulting in that messy blend texture that tends to happen with oil pastels. It is meant to be messy!

4. repeat for background

(Finished)

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| INKTOBER | Day 1

Prompt: Backpack

The dim light of orange hearts beat slowly in the sluggish fog of the northern Everglades. Some call them the Beck, others droids, but everyone knows what they are. The mechanical rift, between man and whatever came after us.

It wasn’t quite what we had ever feared. They weren’t angry or murderous like we’d always feared. They really just wanted to be left alone, to live in peace. But… people never really left it well enough alone. We’d never been good at that anyways, but some could never let that go. Took personal offense, I suppose?

Anyways, some people were angry about the Beck. Angry at their creation. Angry that they existed. They attacked. The Beck fought back.

And, the rest is history. All I have to say, is shoot for the back.

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They see you.

The cave monkeys see you.

I just joined a discord “Creature Design Workshop” @DrawSessions with YouTube. And, now I’m in the monster mood.

Hey, also: If anyone has any tips on how I can better my art, please feel free to critique, give feedback, and tips. If you have anyone specific I should take a look at feel free to recommend them. My weak points are backgrounds, eyes, and quite a few other things. All in all, would love some ideas to better my artwork. Requests, too, are welcome.

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Damar and Weyoun

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TW ARACHNOPHOBIA

maybe??? I wouldn’t come here if you don’t like worms either. Just know, spiders can purr!

Here’s a sketch. I got a new pen instead of just a stylus, and this one has pressure sensitivity! I’ve never tried that before. It is AWESOME!

Also, did you know? Some types of spiders can actually purr! Therefore, Spider-dragon.

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The dunes of Cardassia.

“—don’t you remember it?!” He could remember it. The bone deep warmth that always accompanied him. The carpet of sand beneath his feet. He could remember the fresh cardassian air, warm enough to sooth his weary lungs. ”Of course.” Of course he could remember it.

—

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RECOMMENDATIONS?

Does anyone have any good movie recommendations? I just finished watching “from” (2022), and actually really liked it.

Can anyone recommend any other Sci-Fi thrillers that involve survival, community, and monsters that aren’t quite zombies?

Zombies are good too, I just liked how the characters from ‘from’ were looking for a solution, worrying about farming/food crisis, and having actual problems not relating to their relationships, have community, and more I won’t spoil but whoever has watched it knows why it’s neat. Specifically loved the monsters, and how they weren’t just dumb zombies. Those were fun. Loved Donna too!

So, recommendations?

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| “Say Something Nice” |

CW: Death, or at least as close to death as a time lord can be.

“You’d choose them over us? A millennia, an eternity of friendship, and you choose some strays you just found-“

“I’m not choosing anyone! These were your choices-“

“You left me!”

“…and look at all you’ve done. Look at the damage you’ve caused.”

“… you left me.”

“And, you left me no choice.”

Missy laid there, light fading from her cells as her broken body turned to rough stone. She had wished the doctor would have been here, but she guessed that would have been too much to ask. After all she’d done…

“Say something nice.” She whispered to herself. That was all she wanted, but no one ever did (not really.) They had others, and she’d never be good enough. Especially not good enough to have her friend back.

And off she goes with a lullaby.

Army Dreamers | Kate Bush

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| Canis |

Here’s a female werewolf photo. It’s not based off any fandom. I just thought we could use some more monster art. (And, I have the bad habit of deleting art.)

Song: Labor, Paris Paloma. (Cacophony version)

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| Flawless Victory |

“How decadent.”

Here is a picture of Shang Tsung no one asked for. Sorry guys, I know it’s not green. I was experimenting with lights and color. (And a bit of anatomy. ///)

I am currently working on other fics, and will not currently be elaborating on what he specifically finds decadent. But, I think you can figure that out.

If you want some good reads, I have to recommend: ‘TwinSand’ on AO3, with her fic “The Agreement” + series. And, ‘UnderratedCharactersImagine’. Both write him wonderfully. ‘The4thSnake’, for those of you that want something else. They did very well too.

And, because it just wouldn’t be on my apparent brand if I didn’t include it. Here’s a song to go with the art. “Me too” Meghan Trainor. Though, we all know the last thing Tsung would do is thank god.

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| Patroclus |

This is more Gashir art inspired by Kiki Rockwell’s ‘From Persephone’, and based off my fanfic | 13 pomegranate seeds |.

Warnings: Implied major character death, angst, poor Garak — death follows him everywhere, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, it might not bring Bashir back, but I’m working on another chapter that might make this grief just a bit lighter. If these ideas keep up, it may even turn into a full fic!

“And don’t you know that death is,

a very stable job.”

“Cause I danced with his shadows, and he has danced with mine.”

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| 13 Pomegranate Seeds |

Inspired by the song: From Persephone By Kiki Rockwell.

Garak sat in his chair, resting his weary back after a long day of righting fabric, sewing buttons, trimming wayward threads, and measuring a (scant) few fittings.

He had closed his shop for the day, almost half a day earlier than he usually might. But this was an.. important project. 

A part of him still protested that this was too sentimental of him. (and maybe that was true) 

 —

He quieted that voice, for now, running his hand over the patchy fur of that misshapen little bear his doctor was so fond of.

“It’s not misshapen!” He could already hear the doctor protesting, in that endearing indignant way he always does. His eyes widening, and his hands practically going to his hips in the most amusing way as he scolds him. “It has character!”

It has character.

The Doctor is always able to see the little imperfections in anything around him, and find the beauty of it.

Such a sentimental man.

But, Garak could not complain about it (though he always would) while reaping the benefits of such a thing.

The bear’s fur was no where near as soft as his Julian’s. And the color, it wasn’t quite right.

But-

His hand ran over the bear’s head, thumb running along the seam. He supposed the sentiment was correct.

After all, his doctor was a man who brought comfort. Healed.

Something Garak, himself, could never quite manage,

not quite..

Though the Doctor would doubtlessly disagree with him

He always did.

Lunch.

Literature.

History.

Politics.

Forgive him, for the fact he never understood the genius of the neverending sacrifice.

He always responded so perfectly.

He was perfect.

—

The bear laid out on his desk.

Black button eyes.

A whispy string grin.

It was torn, a seam, the left one, on it’s side.

Stuffing was sequestered to the right.

This wouldn’t do.

No, it wouldn’t do.

One thread.

Two.

“Garak.”

He looped the threading around, slowly making his way up the seam-

“Garak, I need to tell you something,”

The string snapping in his fingers, such a careless mistake.

“Garak-“

Not now…

He restrung the needle, taking greater care to thread it through until it hung loosely on either side-

“I love you.”

-pulling it tight, as he left only a small hole to feed the stuffing back into place.

New stuffing, much better than the flattened ‘fluff’ that filled it before. True revamian cotton! It would sit up far better now.

Keep its shape.

“You. I know, you don’t have to say it back, but-“

—

Garak pulled the seem tight, sealing the stuffing inside, and tied off the stitching, almost invisible against the mottled fur.

“I just wanted you to know.”

A suit.

It needed a suit!

Maybe even one of those abysmal blue pajamas the Doctor insisted upon wearing. Uniform — how laughable.

And, to his luck, he already had the perfect thing.

He’d already been making the little jacket, knowing how much it meant to his Doctor. The uniform, and the little bear.

And, it was almost finished!

Garak quickly stood from the table, perhaps a bit too quickly,  but he wasn’t in the mind to take notice. All but dashing to the back of his shop, where the little gift had been hidden.

A little blue jacket, the color a bit more befitting of doctor’s  eyes, a bit more blue than the full federation colors, with a little pip on the collar. A little pin on it’s lapels, one that looked like the federation communicator, with his own twist, of course.

But, it would do.

The little bear was sat up, still a bit scruffy.

But—

“You can’t replace Kukulaka!” 

Julian had protested.

“I didn’t say I’d replace him, I merely stated that I could mend him. Some new fur, off with those patches, and he’d be good as new!”  Garak had argued back.

“No! you get rid of his stitches and patches, his differences, and you may as well get rid of him!” 

Julian had said, quite upset, and unnecessarily defensive. As he always got when there was any talk of getting rid of or ‘fixing’ his childhood toy.

Garak hadn’t truly understood it then, it wasn’t replacing it, he merely wanted to make the bear presentable. Not get rid of the bear.

But, he understood it now, while righting the little blue collar and tilting the little silver pip, and flattening his hand over the blue sleeve.

Julian—

He took a small step back, taking a long look at the bear. His black button eyes, now polished to a shine. His scruffy fur, brushed to be a bit less so, but otherwise untouched. The little blue uniform, pip and all. The wispy smile, repaired to its previous mischievous little grin. 

With his work done,

He walked slowly to the back of his shop, to the dim workspace in the back, the bear with him. Placed on it’s bench. Before he sat in his chair, eyes never leaving the little blue jacket. 

That grin.

Oh, Julian.