I literally cant remember the fic w korvin is called n its driving me insane bc i remembered u made a post abt the batplane but could not for the life of me remember who made it. Anyways,,, planes, the batplane. You looked at the batplane w the funky wing but what abt this one. The one w the face 😂
fic is titled the pros and cons to digging your own grave
and my various batplane posts are here: [x, x, x]
the one with the face should not fly due to its bluff body profile upfront (the face will cause the flow around the body to separate, thus losing lift generation with very high drag)
at this point i wouldn't even mind a canard configuration. respect aerodynamics 2k24 challenge bruce
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having a tav that's a Lloth-sworn life domain cleric of a noble background who before getting yeeted into the nautiloid was a sacrificial priestess (gn) during one of the cycles of Drow society and had their own altar and temple under their care, means Solune would have the most insane however many minutes they spent interacting with Minthara and I am obsessed about it.
As far as I'm conceptualising it, I'm thinking of Lloth as extremely Ungoliant-like. Goddess of hunger, goddess of wanting and consumption, goddess of excess and exuberance, goddess who unmasked the hypocritical gods of starvation, guilt and purity into a society that cherishes a certain kind of clarity about the double standard they impose. For Drow are evil for their wars and their wanting and their taking, but those other people with their other gods kill, warmonger and enslave with no regard and no self-awareness, calling the indignation about receiving scraps from a bunch of silent, unrepentant gods, "guilt and shame". There is violence in denial and her Children will not suffer it.
In the season of Life, they do not sacrifice the unwilling. It is taboo. The only sacrifice that matters is the desire to be devoured and destroyed by the things you love the most.
And Solune sees Minthara and is like fucking finally, someone rational enough to get what I'm going through, that they're losing their mind that their life was taken from them and if they become this other thing, if they transform, if they do not remain Luxe Solune Mizzmyrra, Life Knife of Lloth, they're never going to be able to be reintegrated into that life. They will die away from home, from their temple, from their (first) spouse, from their mother and their siblings and there won't be the day when they too succumb to the knife, when it is time, when the day they no longer feel hunger comes.
And then the parasite gives them an in into Minthara thinking she was raised from the darkness into a FALSE GOD? One thing you do not do is steal from Lady Lloth, and oh my god, there could've been a time, a chance that existed only in ignorance, of Solune lending a hand to Minthara but this to them is unforgivable because Solune is genuinely a good friend to their friends, but if you keep peeking into whatever mindset nobility and religious authority has given them it's like realising your friend is a cesspool of "what the actual and everliving fuck", and when the knife of the morningstar priestess comes down on Minthara it won't be with love but with absolute rage, grief and disgust and I will be thinking about this for evermore. Thanks, I'm not well
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Ok the LotLDTIYS drawing is FINALLY ready! I’m following my release schedule for YouTube and posting the speedpaint Friday afternoon, so expect the official announcement here around the same time!
Also quick PSA: if you’re an artist, STRETCH YOUR WRISTS AND TAKE BREAKS. If you use a keyboard/mouse all day, GET THE GOOD SHIT. I now use the wavy keyboard with the wrist rests and a vertical mouse but I didn’t switch soon enough. Tendonitis is a BITCH and a half (and Carpal tunnel is apparently WORSE). Do not suffer the same fate as me.
The LotLDTIYS sketch was done like 3 weeks ago and it was supposed to be finished/posted 2 weeks ago, but I was unable to draw until this past weekend cause my wrists felt like garbage. Learn from my suffering.
So I hope you’re all as excited as I am! See you Friday!
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*Carpet bombs your inbox with serotonin*
*Crackles into radio*
"We got him boss!"
*Crashes my jet nose first into the floor*
God dammit why is there some weird chemical on my carpet I thought i got it cleaned last week
Nooo not my toy jet I paid like 60 bucks for that thing. It even had vtol…
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sleeping trees . . . | uwhe-arts
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@qwincy
Eiden think it's some sort of golem. Or just some kind of giant made that just happens to be made of clay. It doesn't really make any difference what to call it if it's going to squash him.
The rocky terrain would be a pain in the ass to run so it's great that he's got wings but that thing is cutting it dangerously close, so when he spots the small crevice in the rock leading down to cave system it's either that or getting grabbed by the golem.
The fall is narrow and steep, forcing Eiden clench his teeth as he descends down nature's hell slide, made entirely out of rock and dust. He can see the giant finger attempting to fit down after him but ultimately gets stuck. The opening down this hole is so narrow is practically tossing Eiden, making it hard to spread his wings that feel like they're getting pretty tattered against the walls. Small rocks and dry mud falls after him in his fall that seems endless.
As the vertical tunnel opens into bigger area Eiden soon finds he still can't spread his wings properly. Quick glance in the back shows him it's crinkled, almost like paper, unable to hold weight. Eiden can only press his eyes shut, brace him to the fall against the cold hard ground.
---- only for it not to come.
Sure he lands on something but the fall seems to be cushioned by something. Slowly Eiden's eyes peer open as he turns to look at what he landed on.
" Eh... Uh. Huh?! "
It's been a while from the last time he saw the forest guardian and this... This... is some timing. No warning, no nothing. He thought he'd be happy and sure there's that relief but ultimately he completely doesn't know how to face him all in sudden like this, like he didn't embarrass himself the last time. The best thing he can do is to mumble out a weak greeting:
"…..h-hi.... "
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