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Just got home from the hospital today after 4 days.

My baby is finally better, she had a surgery and 80% back to her normal sassy self.

Hospital bills.... are huge. So here we go, um with everything going on I'm offering a

5 dollar icon not full head

and a 30 dollar fullbody. simple pose

No Character design and too many details apply for the sale as well.

If you are interested or just wanna help out a bit, please send me a message.

Thanks for the support.

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Didn’t know I needed to say this but if you’re a fan artist and you like drawing a canonically physically disabled character- your art shouldn’t erase said physical disability. No you’re not drawing an “au”, I don’t care that you like to draw hands (because prosthetic arms aren’t hands now ig -this is sarcasm), or action poses you can manage if they’re in a chair. Whatever excuse you have to erase a canon disability of a canon physically disabled person is just that- an excuse and it’s always a shitty one. Grow the fuck up and acknowledge disabled people are people and we’re allowed to exist in the media you enjoy. You don’t need to fix it. You don’t get to ignore it. We’re here and those characters exist. Die mad about it.

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I had a dream that I lived in a town on the edge of reality. There was a map showing the location of the town in spacetime, and it was depicted as teetering on the edge of the event horizon of a funnel-shaped warp in reality. Like light a certain distance away from a black hole, we were unable to escape the influence of the warp, but not drawn in by it completely, either.

Our proximity to Unreality conferred many advantages, and we were able to do things in our town that weren’t actually possible. We could survive fatal accidents and walk away without a scratch. Things that were lost forever were found again, and sometimes, if you didn’t think about it too directly, failures transformed into successes just like that. It was as though thought itself was a physical substance that could bend the shape of the world in our favor. Life was good in the little town of Event Horizon, where things always seemed to work out and Lady Luck lived on our side.

But Event Horizon also experienced “reality-quakes”. Now and then the fabric of spacetime would ripple, and shockwaves would rock our little town violently. Sometimes things would shake loose and get drawn in to the Unreality, and even people could be lost this way. They quakes weren’t common, but they seemed to be occurring with more frequency, leading to fears that we were becoming unmoored in spacetime and might lose the equilibrium that allowed us to survive and take advantage of the flexibility of reality.

Thought could stabilize things, if we projected our minds as physical forces to hold things in place. You could cast your thoughts out as a net and pull against the draw of Unreality. But that only worked if we were prepared and braced ourselves against the quake ahead of time, and people needed to work and eat and sleep and go to school. There was no way that everyone could be on anchoring duty all the time.

That’s why we had a lottery. Every twenty years, one among us would be selected to by the community to be the Achor for the entire town—a full-time psychic resistance against entropy. The Anchor would enter a trance state and project their mind out to touch every structure, every tree, every pebble, every person in Event Horizon, and hold them there. Constantly. For twenty years.

People would come to tend to the Anchor, to feed and bathe them and keep them comfortable, but the Anchor rarely became lucid enough to recognize them. It was a vital, respected, honorable position, but there was no glory in it. If you found out you had been selected to be the next Anchor, your family would grieve for you as though you had died. If you had children, they would be taken care of in a princely fashion as wards of the state, and your family would be honored and want for nothing, because even though your assignment was only twenty years, former Anchors did not tend to live for very long. They’d be made comfortable and lavished with good things, but their life energy would be sapped, and they’d fade away quickly.

My dream was 90% exposition and very little in-the-moment action, but I had just discovered that I would be the new Anchor, and I was not happy about it. The most vivid action scene I remember was standing in my kitchen staring at breakfast cereal boxes on a shelf and touching them with my mind, feeling every grain of cereal within and thinking, “Even this? Even this?”

Anyway, thanks brain, that was cool.

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Hey if u like the ocean look at this its rly cool I think

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Now YouTube has a habit of recommending me the weirdest stuff recently, but today i got this on my recommendations

And about halfway through listening to this, I went and read the comments, literally I could not stop reading I was there for hours, here are some of my favorites

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Alright.

Instead of whispered, consider:

murmured

mumbled

muttered

breathed

sighed

hissed

mouthed

uttered

intoned

susurrated

purred

said in an undertone

gasped

hinted

said low

said into someone’s ear

said softly

said under one’s breath

said in hushed tones

insinuated

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At 18, everyone receive a superpower. Your childhood friend got a power-absorption, your best friends got time control, and they quickly rise into top 100 most powerful superheroes. You got a mediocre superpower, but somehow got into the top 10. Today they visit you asking how you did it.

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Your interface options for color scheme are Heroes, Villains, and Terrors from the Deep.

I'm in love

so remember that worldbuilding website, notebook.ai, that was goin around and everyone was so excited, but it turned out you had to pay a (frankly outrageous) subscription to access any of the best tools? 

well i have exciting news: World Anvil. 

here’s what you get for free: 

yeah. all of them. double what notebook.ai offers for pay. yeah baby.

i’ve only been using this site for like half an hour, but i am in LOVE. please check it out and consider supporting the creators if you can! 

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Hands Row 1 & 2 Row 3 Row 4 Row 5 & 6 Row 7

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5 min tutorial for trcelyne, hope it helps! 

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My contribution for Megamind Month: A gift exchange Megarox fic for @lahusti ! Sorry it’s so short. and that there are so many perspective changes.

All Jokes Aside

It's a popular joke in Metro City that Megamind and Roxanne Ritchi are in love. There are tons of memes on the internet, and crackfics, but no one really believes it. Who would look at her harsh criticisms or his inventions and call it love? Who would look at his repeated kidnappings and call it a healthy relationship?

The meme has been around so long that no one's quite sure where it started, but most agree on pictures of Ms. Ritchi looking unenthused in Metro Man's arms, and everyone joking that she'd rather be with Megamind.

The two are aware of the meme, and often play along. He calls her temptress, and she calls him handsome. Once, they had a wedding themed kidnapping on april fools, and even Metro Man played along, busting in at just the right moment to shout an objection to the "wedding".

But sometimes, Roxanne had trouble.

Oh, how it hurt, when he told her he wanted her to be his evil queen. She knew he didn't, not really. It stung more than any insult.

And one day, she found she couldn't take it anymore. She woke up, the bag was whipped off her head, Megs smiled at her, and he was just too beautiful, too bright for her to look at. Frustration curled in her stomach at the sight, because she couldn't tell him that, she would mean it, and then everything would come crashing down.

And her first instinct was always to tear it down before it could get there. So she glared at him, ready to say something awful, but before she could he struck his own blow with the weapon of warmth. 

"You look lovely today, Ms. Ritchi. It's a shame it's wasted on your boyfriend." And it took all she had to not fumble or just lie down and let it happen.

"Stop."

"... What?"

"Just… Stop. Time out. I don't want to play along anymore."

"With.. What?" Megamind hit the stop button and gestured to turn off the cameras.

"With the joke! Where you pretend to think I'm beautiful and smart and… That." She found she couldn't finish, voice soft and sad by the end.

"Joke? Wha- pretend? I'm not pretending. Why did you think I was joking?" He looked so confused, so hurt. And then cold and unsurprised. ".... Right."

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Of course it was a joke. Of course she didn't actually think he was handsome or charming or funny. It was… Just a joke. Just a step up from school when they invited him to play and then laughed in his face. He wished he could say he was shocked.

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"Megamind?" Fuck, what had she done wrong? Was the joke that important to him. Megamind wasn't looking at her anymore, partly turned away and fiddling with the deathtrap controls. At least he hadn't turned them back on yet. He didn't answer her.

Roxanne tilted her head, leaning over to get a look at his face. He seemed angry, but… Still hurt more than anything. But why was he so upset? It was just a joke to him-

Fuck.

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"Hey. Megamind. Can you untie me?" She spoke softly, gently. Megamind sighed and nodded, walking around her to untie her wrists, then her ankles.

Roxanne got up immediately and hugged him tight.

"I thought you were joking. I was scared because- I really do like you." 

Megamind stiffened, waiting for the 'April fools!', but it never came. And then he melted into the hug, and oh so cautiously wrapped his own arms around Roxanne. 

"You… You do?" He asked softly, disbelievingly.

"I do. You're sweet and beautiful and so brilliant and- everything. You're everything." She squeezed him lightly, then pulled away just enough to kiss him. Just a short, cautious peck on the lips. 

It was Megamind who kissed back, slow and sweet, heart swelling with joy.

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So many of you asked for a tutorial on how I paint faces/ add a light source, so here you go! 😍 Let me know if you guys have any feedback or if you want to try it yourself! 💜

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quick hair tutorial!

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On it!

Bronx & Banco | Spring/Summer 2021

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Posting yet ANOTHER project that I started and haven’t finished but fully intend to.

She WAS done as you can see from the right side of the face with the larger shapes, but I didn’t like how it was turning out. So on the left side you can see smaller shapes but better detail. Soooo at some point once I get a few more things done I’ll work on her again. I swear my goal is not to traumatize myself with shapes but it seems like destiny.

At least the tentacle hair looks dope af!

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[ID: Fanart of the Beast from Over the Garden Wall. He is a tall shadow with bright white eyes and tree branches for horns. He is surrounded by trees. End ID]

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Height comparison. WC-003-A is just over 9 feet tall not counting horns or tentacles, whereas Evelyn is a measly human 6 feet.

[ID: A digital drawing of the two aforementioned characters. WC-003-A, a thin grey alien in a dark blue lab coat, towers over Evelyn, a human woman of color wearing a light brown sweater and black tights. End ID]