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rahuratna · 11 months ago

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JJK: Encounters across the animeverse

Part 1: Na Nami Nami

Happy birthday to Nanami and Nami!!

This is crack. I have no adequate explanation.

Nanami had a feeling about today.

The strange vortexes he'd been hearing about had not yet made an appearance on any of his own missions. Gojo and Itadori had been together when one such anomaly struck. They'd been investigating a large and seemingly dangerous spike in cursed energy, when they had been caught in an unnaturally strong electric storm.

The vortex (portal, whatever that swirling maelstrom had birthed) had opened before their eyes and ejected a ... person. If that's what it could be called. The person in question was a very tall skeleton wearing a feather boa, a top hat and had been in possession of an afro-style hairdo.

This very strange individual had taken one look at Gojo, complimented his beautiful blue eyes and asked to 'see his panties'. Needless to say, Yuuji had been telling the story for days on end, crying with laughter every time, and Gojo had been looking quite sulky. Nanami secretly wished he could have been present for that.

The skeleton had introduced itself to Itadori and Gojo as 'Brook, the musician' and proceeded to play them a series of beautifully rendered musical pieces. Nanami was, once again, slightly jealous. All he encountered on mission were cursed spirits who tried to eat him. Why couldn't he ever come across a flashy skeleton with musical talent and an afro?

The most pressing question of all had not been answered, though. What exactly was Brook? He had given Itadori and Gojo the impression of being in possession of some power and skill, enough to keep them on guard. But all he'd done was play them a couple of songs and then, when the portal had reappeared, he'd lifted his top hat, blown Gojo a kiss and disappeared.

In light of these events, Nanami was ready. If any portal opened up near him on one of his missions, he was certain to investigate it thoroughly. Not that he was longing for something like that. No, not at all. He wasn't the kind of sorcerer who looked to spice up their missions with the mysterious or unexplained. Nothing exciting to see here, for anyone who cared to look at the increasingly long list of monotonous slog work he had to get through ...

Straightening his coat, Nanami sighed and picked up the pace. He had a possible exorcism in a meat packing facility to get through. Oh joy. Nothing like bringing home the bacon.

The facility in question was in the industrial zone just outside Shibuya. Surrounded as the building was by many other such plants, Jujutsu Tech had made full use of their contacts within the police department to clear out the area and make sure that no employees were on the premises. Nanami entered through the cordoned-off front doors and made his way carefully through the lower floor. If his information was correct, the higher grade spirits had installed themselves on the upper floor.

Somewhere outside the facility, thunder rumbled. As he made his way carefully up the staircase, Nanami began to feel an eerie sensation. It was the feeling he had grown to associate over the years with a spike in cursed energy, but this was somewhat different. This felt ... off. He could sense the proximity of the cursed spirits on the floor above, and something else.

There was a sudden commotion on the floor above. Something had alerted the spirits to his presence, perhaps, because their energy signatures were going haywire. He could hear their aggressive ghoulish shrieks echoing down to where he stood on the stairs. And ... was that ... a woman screaming?

Without warning, a loud electric clap of noise sounded from close by. The clean smell of burning ozone told Nanami that this was no longer a safe area to be. Something about the similarity to Gojo and Itadori's encounter was keeping him in position, however. Would he also be encountering something ... strange today?

Swearing under his breath and taking the stairs three at a time, Nanami prepared himself for battle, his sword drawn and at the ready.

What was going on? Hadn't the facility been cleared before he'd arrived? Had someone been missed?

Of all the strong, brave and capable members of the Straw Hat crew, it had to happen to her. Not that Nami didn't think of herself as capable, she was just ... capable in a less overt, more sneaky sort of way.

The first of their crew to experience it had been Brook. He had been playing a lazy afternoon refrain for them, after one of Sanji's sterling suppers, when the freak storm had come lashing by and sucked him right into what looked like a portal of some kind. Nami hadn't thought too much of the storm, initially. Such strange weather phenomena were common occurrences on the Grand Line. But the portal had been ... new. She'd certainly never seen anything like that before.

They had all been frantic after losing Brook, but he'd reappeared, unharmed, after a few hours from a similar portal, waxing lyrical about a 'blue eyed beauty who could outmatch the dawn'.

Sanji had been horribly jealous, but the rest of the crew were just relieved that their musician was back intact.

The monster shuffled past, and she had just breathed a sigh of relief when the boxes were swept away by a powerful blow. Nami screamed and moved in the same instant. Her cat burglar reflexes were probably the only thing that had saved her from being beheaded. Knees shaking slightly, she looked up from where her quick somersault had taken her, locking gazes with what looked like some kind of praying mantis monstrosity, its rolling eyes following her with predatory intent.

And now, this. And boy, was Nami's luck just enviable. Unlike Brook's idyllic little jaunt with a pair of pretty blue eyes, she was in some kind of dingy building being hunted by creepy monsters.

Monsters? Nami didn't know if that's what they really were. All she knew was that she had to control her breathing really carefully, because right now, one was walking right by her hiding place, it's horrifying, gargling whispers about 'canned beans on toast' reaching her from where she crouched behind some boxes.

Nami felt real fear begin to take hold of her. This was no game. This thing was trying to kill her. And it didn't look like any of her skill with words and sleight of hand would do her any good here. Reaching for her belt, she slowly drew her Climatact. She wasn't sure how it would function here, but she could at least manage a small distraction. Readying herself for flight, Nami was about to try something, anything, when he arrived.

The only warning she had was the tap of heavy footsteps behind her, a rushing sound as he passed right over her head and the powerful wave of energy that coursed from the weapon he held as he brought it down on the praying mantis creature's head. There was a horrific squelching noise as the monster split apart down the middle, purplish liquid pouring from the gaping wound that bisected it.

The man stepped back, flicking his blade with a quick, neat motion, cleaning it of excess blood. Something about the motion, as well as the height and power of the man, reminded her a little of Zoro. He turned to her, and she saw a stern, angular face, neatly combed blonde hair and eyes hidden behind a strange pair of shaded glasses. She wondered briefly how they stayed on his nose.

"Are you all right?"

His voice was deep, reassuring and melodic. Nami felt more at ease immediately, but her experience with all manner of scoundrels on the high seas kept her on guard. For now, she'd keep up the 'damsel in distress' act.

"I - I'm fine, I suppose. Thank you! And ... what exactly is that monster?"

He eyed her in silence, and she wished he would take the glasses off. His expression was unreadable. Finally, he sniffed and turned away, his voice carrying to her over his shoulder.

"Those are cursed spirits. Not everyone can see them."

Scrambling to her feet, Nami followed him. She had enough sense to know her ticket out of this place when she met it.

"Cursed ... spirits?"

"They infest places like this. And it is my job to ensure that they are removed."

"So ... you're some kind of battle priest?"

The man coughed slightly.

"Hm. Not quite. But before we go further, I must insist that the formalities are dispensed with."

"What do you mean?"

To Nami's surprise, the man stopped and bowed before her.

"Nanami Kento. Grade one jujutsu sorcerer. And you are?"

"A ... sorcerer? And did you say ... Nanami?"

"Ha." Nami scratched her cheek and stuck out her tongue. "Well, I'm Nami. Just Nami. Navigator of the ... well. I'm a map-maker by trade."

"Yes?"

One of Nanami's thin eyebrows raised almost to his hairline.

"I prefer to refer to people by their family name until I am better acquainted with them."

"Oh. Well, I don't have one of those."

He regarded her in inscrutable silence once more before turning on his heel.

"Nami it is, then. Did you say you were a ... map-maker?"

"One of the best! I'm documenting the high seas. I've already mapped most of East Blue. Once I get back to the Grand Line, I'll continue my work."

The silence from Nanami was growing heavier and Nami began to feel a tad nervous. Was this man affiliated with one of their enemies? She'd certainly never seen any wanted posters with his picture or description on them before.

"Grand Line? East Blue? I've never heard of these places."

The feeling of uneasiness was growing stronger by the minute. Nami's tone became a little more defensive.

"What do you mean? Everyone knows about the four oceans and the Grand Line. Have you been living under a rock?"

"Not quite. If I'm right ... hmm. Do you by any chance, know of a skeleton with an afro who can sing?"

Nami's brow cleared immediately. So that was it. The portal had sent her to the very place Brook had arrived at before. Someplace very far from home, if this man hadn't even heard of the oceans. All the same, she had to tread carefully.

"Haha. Are you making jokes at a time like this? A skeleton with an afro? I think you'd better lay off the strong liquor, sweetie."

"Please refer to me as Nanami. And I don't drink when I'm on the clock."

Wow. No sense of humor at all. And this man couldn't be charmed, as she was learning. Changing tack, Nami slid a little closer to his side.

"Fine. I just want to get out of here. So I think I'll stick with you for now, just in case something ... else shows up."

"Something else will show up."

"How do you know?"

"Cursed spirits, like the one we just encountered, will attract others of the same kind."

"Oh. Ew."

"And you'd best be prepared. Maybe get your cursed tool ready."

"My ... what?"

He glanced at her sideways and she caught a glimpse of very, very shrewd brown eyes behind the shaded lenses.

"The one you have on your belt. You were about to defend yourself against the spirit right before I arrived. I assume it's useful for more than pole vaulting, yes?"

"Uh ... well. Yes, you're right. It is my weapon. But I'm just a map-maker, as I've said. I only have basic self defense skills. If it's okay with you, I'll just ... stay right here behind you and - "

"Self defense? Did you learn how to evade attacks like that with such basic lessons?"

Nami gritted her teeth. This guy was no sucker. Not at all. No sirree.

"Fine. I've got your back."

"Oh, that gives me a lot of confidence."

"I don't like your tone, Mister."

"Forgive me for not finding you reliable."

"And why wouldn't you find me reliable?"

"Could you give my wallet back? My credit cards are in there and I don't want to go to the bank to apply for new ones."

Huffing in increasing annoyance, Nami slapped the wallet into his outstretched palm.

"I just wanted to confirm your identity."

"Is that why my cash for lunch is missing?"

"Oh, fine! Here. It's not like I can use this currency where I'm going anyway."

"And where would you be going?"

"Back to - "

Nami stopped short, realizing her error. This sly, sly dog of a man. He was now eyeing her in what could only be amusement.

"You seem awfully sure that you'll be back where you came from soon. Tell me, young lady, do you really not know of any skeleton with an afro?"

"No!"

The man called Nanami was, unfortunately, correct in his prediction of more cursed spirits being present. Nami soon realised that he wielded some kind of technique that allowed his blunt blade to do devastating damage. He'd explained about the ratios to her, for some reason. She wasn't sure why he'd reveal information like that so openly to someone he didn't know, and in front of the monsters no less, but she assumed that he had his reasons.

She did her best to stay in the background, but he wasn't having it. It wasn't that he put her in any danger. He just seemed to be expecting her to play her part, something Nami wasn't very accustomed to. She worked better from the shadows! She was a cat burglar for a reason! But desperate times called for desperate measures, she supposed.

While she couldn't deal much physical damage, Nami did what she did best. Run away. The creatures infesting the building homed in on her as a soft target each time, and while she wheeled, dodged, somersaulted and made full use of her speed and flexibility to dance around their attacks, Nanami followed like a steadfast, cleaving thresher, slicing his way with deadly precision through every spirit in his path.

When Nanami found himself in a rather tight spot, surrounded by spirits, she used her Climatact to create opposing fields of hot and cold air within the small room. The spirits were not paying her much attention at that moment, and so, did not feel the hair-raising change in the atmosphere. Nanami did. He looked her way briefly, before nodding.

The dark clouds that had collected within the small space gave up their electric burden, a swing of Nami's staff bringing down a controlled bolt of lightning right into their midst. Screaming and clawing their way to safety, the spirit's bodies burned and dissipated under the onslaught. Nanami, in the meantime, had dived to the side of the room, dispatching any spirits that escaped with deft sweeps of his blade.

He stood, performing the quick swipe of his sword that she was becoming familiar with.

"That should take care of the issue."

"Wait, what?"

"I don't sense any further spirits in the vicinity. We've taken care of them."

"You mean ... we've done it? We cleared out all the monsters? Just us?"

"Yes. Thank you for your assistance."

" ... oh."

Breathing hard, her stomach still tied in anxious knots from the numerous narrow escapes she'd had, Nami felt a growing sense of ... elation. Those monsters had been tough and she'd helped take them down without any of the other Straw Hats present!

Raising her Climatact in the air, she uttered a short cheer.

"Yay for Team Na Nami Nami!"

"Excuse me?"

She pointed between the both of them.

"Nanami. Nami. Nanaminami. Na. Nami. Nami."

"I - what?"

"What? Oh come on. Even you have to admit it. It's catchy, right?"

He gave a long suffering sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Let's just ... find the exit. It's well past lunch time and I need a coffee."

"You're paying for my food right?"

"I suppose."

"I want something nice. Don't be a cheapskate, now, not after all the help I gave you!"

"What's your definition of nice?"

"Hmm, five courses at least. With drinks and dessert. And if they have a bar, I want in on that. Oh, hey, what kind of fashion are the women around here into?"

Nanami was very glad that his monthly salary would be paid soon. First, there had been the issue of her attire. The girl, Nami, was dressed for the beach, in a green bikini top and jeans. Nanami was now beginning to feel envious of the people who were coming through the portal. Judging from her talk of seas and map-making, the place she hailed from was obviously near the ocean.

Once they exited the facility, the young woman looked around her with interest. She twirled a strand of her flaming orange hair around one finger, a gesture she seemed to perform when she was about to ask for something. Just seeing it made him feel like a stomach ulcer was coming on.

"Well, this place looks sort of run down. Where are all the nice shops and the restaurants?"

"Not far from here, actually. But first, here."

He handed her his coat which she took, glancing at him curiously.

"We aren't close to the seaside. You may stand out dressed like that."

"Oh. All right then."

She shrugged and pulled on the coat, folding up the sleeves and tucking it into her jeans to form some kind of oversized fashion statement.

"Hmm. You've got good taste in clothes, at least." She wrinkled her nose. "But that tie of yours. Gross."

"It's not gross."

"Please. You look like an understated version of Trafalgar Law."

"Who?"

"Some guy who loves animal print. Yours looks like ... what animal print is that? A cow?"

"It's a random design," he countered stiffly. "Now please let's go. I'd like to eat soon."

Then, there was the question of her appetite. Nami could really pack away the food. He'd taken her to a simple cafe in the nearby area, despite her protests and demands for compensation with five-star dining. She settled down soon enough with a steaming cup of coffee and some pastries in front of her. Nanami also bought some sandwiches and a hot soup to keep things healthy. The facility they had cleared out had been rather frigid, and he would rather she didn't develop a chill.

"You said that you draw maps, correct?"

Nami nodded before scarfing down another pastry.

"One of the best. Here."

She slipped a piece of what looked like parchment from her pocket and slapped it down on the table.

"Take a look at that. Finest penmanship and accuracy this side of the four seas."

Namami looked over the small fragment. Granted, he wasn't familiar with the finer aspects of map-making, but the attention to detail and finesse certainly didn't escape his attention.

"And you're in this ... map-making endeavour alone?"

"Oh no."

Nanami could tell, from the way her expression immediately brightened and took on a softer cast, that she was telling the truth.

"I'm part of a crew. We're ... very close. We have each other's backs. They're all very strong and talented. Kind of like you."

"And the skeleton?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"All right, fine. That's Brook. The ship's musician."

"Interesting. And how does he - "

"Don't ask. Please."

"Very well. But, pardon my curiosity, does he play - "

"Yes, he plays the electric guitar. They call him 'Soul King' Brook."

"Fascinating."

He took her back to the facility when they had finished their meal. It had been roughly three hours, approximately the same amount of time that 'Soul King' Brook had spent in their world before the portal had re-opened.

Already, Nanami was feeling that strange sense of otherness, that hair-raising energy on the air that had heralded Navigator Nami's appearance. Soon enough, the storm that brought the inter-dimensional gate had made an appearance, the disturbance in space-time creating a warping effect that left one feeling a little queasy if they looked for too long.

Nami hopped fearlessly towards the portal and Nanami almost stopped her. How did she know that it was safe? How did she know for sure that it would take her back to her place of origin?

As if sensing his worries, the girl with bright orange hair winked and tapped the side of her nose.

"Are you stressing yourself out again, old man?"

"That's Nanami to you."

Her expression turned serious for a minute, taking him in.

"You should worry less, you know. Our Captain never cares about what tomorrow brings. I guess some people see that as reckless. Maybe even irresponsible. But I've spent enough time with him to understand a little better."

"Understand what?"

"Your dreams won't wait for you. Don't waste your life being ... cautious. Here."

She produced the fragment of map from her pocket once again.

"Keep this. Maybe one day, you'll find yourself on the Grand Line. And if you do, come look for the Straw Hat Pirates."

" ... pirates?"

But she was already halfway through the portal, her hair billowing in the energy stream.

"And thanks for the compensation! I'll keep this as a souvenir!"

Tongue out in her signature mischievous pose, Nami was holding something up between two fingers.

His wallet.

Clapping a hand to his pocket, Nanami sighed when he realised she had at least been thoughtful enough to leave his credit cards behind.

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ghoulrats · 1 year ago

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Okay so this was the oc I was talking about, it basically came to mind in January when I got back into undertale and underverse. And it was just in my head for a bit then I forgot but now I was reminded of it so I'm gonna talk about it

The Seer is something that just watches. Would be considered a Sans but at the same time it isn't one. It'll respond to being called "Sans" but it doesn't refer to itself by that name.

The world it resides in is like a void. A perpetual darkness with no light beyond the center point. We'll call it 'The Room' for now. The room, as stated before, is a void. But filled with millions, upon millions of chessboards. Each having their own pieces, moving from one spot to another. Every single movement represents an event in each timeline. With every new move, another board is spawned doing the opposite move. And in the center of it all is a seat or throne, whichever you choose to call it, where Seer sits.

The Seer doesn't move from its place, very rarely does it. Like it's name, it sees the game, watches them. Each move made it knows what, where, why, and who. Not having to turn around to see the games behind, above, or below. It processes each event of every timeline all at the same time. Constantly being fed information renders the Seer to its barely motionless state. And when it does move, it slow and dragged out, smooth yet rigid. Despite that downfall, it's reactions are faster. Being able to bend reality of the Room to however it sees fit. But if it's outside of the Room and in another timeline, it's basically just a normal skeleton. Without all of the timelines playing all at once in its head, it's able to move normally. But is practically powerless, only able to return to the Room.

The Room itself exists outside of the timelines. Could even be considered to not be a timeline at all. As it hasn't branched off or connected to one. Being it's own entity. To enter the Room is difficult if not impossible, you have to find some sort of rift or weak spot to be able to slip in. But even then, The Seer immediately sends whoever back to where they came from.

How The Seer came to be is unknown, only it knows but doesn't tell. A good guess would be from the very beginning if not before. Seer is old yet knowledgeable. Having seen each beginning, each choice, each end. It learned a thing or two. If you first met Seer really early into it's existence, you would see it was more active, chaotic, and immature. But even now it's still learning. And the Seer does, technically, speak. But besides verbal words. It's a literal text box. It just shows up with all that it wants to say in that moment with no noise, so it can be easy to miss if your not looking or paying attention to it.

Anyways that's all I got rn, if you made it this far I hope you enjoyed reading this and sorry if it's a bit long 😭

#sans au #undertale au #undertale oc #sans oc #digital art #utmv #oc #im really tierd rn

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dreemurr-skelememer · 2 years ago

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heya! sorry if you got an ask like this before but i wanted ask about your art!

I was rewatching your halloween speedpaint and i wanted to ask:

1: what references do you use for the skeletons body/ how did you learn to draw the bones so well?

2: how many references do you usually use for a rendered piece like that?

3: how did you improve your art over the years and where and how did you pick up tips and tricks that helped you improve?

4: what's a tip of advice you can give to someone who wants to start doing digital art?

Thanks and you dont have to answer!

AHHHH omg that's so old. i really need to start making speedpaints again, my art style has changed so drastically lol

1: what references do you use for the skeletons body/ how did you learn to draw the bones so well?

references. are. your. best. friend. i used to HATTEEEE SKELETONS before i got into undertale purely because i hated drawing them, specifically around the ribs and pelvis (still a struggle) rely on refs! follow artists you like!!!! practice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2: how many references do you usually use for a rendered piece like that?

i barely did, if you saw LOL only for a few of the materials that i needed help shading with, but other than that, not much really

this is mostly because im. really bad. at trying to help myself. LOL but! usually i have a lot of references open, not just for big pieces, at least i use them more now. but i used to just fuck it we ball i have pages up often, so i can't exactly count it but yeah

3: how did you improve your art over the years and where and how did you pick up tips and tricks that helped you improve?

talked abt it with a friend today, but i often did quick and fast drawings without much care for the mistakes because i grew up on animation! (flipnote studio)

it's good practice to draw quick rhythmic sketches without many erasures or undos to get yourself used to efficient sketching. the speed also helps you gain more confidence! it's essential

4: what's a tip of advice you can give to someone who wants to start doing digital art?

PLEEAAASEEEE look at tutorials and digital color theory. i see most beginner digital artists complain about not being able to get into digital art because "it doesn't feel like traditional art" well duh!!! ofc it doesn't!!!!!!!!!!!!!! don't treat it that way! digital art is a WHOLE DIFFERENT MEDIUM, treat it as such

when you get a program, you need these tutorials and guides or else you're gonna hate yourself and hate digital art

remember: digital paint does not blend the same way traditional paint does (unless you're using a program that imitates that) imagine digital art as like. being a watercolor artist trying to learn oil paint, you get me??????

#Anonymous #i hope this helped some!

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comicgeek2003 · 2 years ago

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Monster Mash

A massive crossover between iconic monster from popular culture.

Most commonly found in a setting where the heroes live in a world where this creatures existed and may be part of a Crossover Cosmology, especially if they themselves are supernatural. The creatures, rather than becoming shut-ins who never leave their designated niche or dark corner of the world... they actually socialize. Vampires and werewolves, usually antagonists, agree to keep up a mutual hidden existence against humans. Fairies and ghosts work together to scare local homeowners. And the wizards work with all of them to save both worlds.

Is not really necesary it had to involve terror of any type.

Examples:

The Monster Squad: The movie has Count Dracula attempting to raise an army of darkness with the assistance of Frankenstein's Monster, a werewolf, a mummy, and a gill-man.

Goosebumps (2015): The movie and it's sequel had monsters from the titular books that they were releashed.

Hotel Transylvania: The main characters are Dracula and his daughter; their friends and guests include a mummy, a werewolf, Frankenstein, witches, an invisible man, a blob, and more. Justified by the title setting being, well, a hotel for monsters.

Nightmare Before Christmas: The citizens of Halloween Town include living skeletons, ghosts, zombies, witches, vampires, a werewolf, a devil, a monster clown and a mad scientist with his stitched-together creation, along with many original monsters.

Monsters vs Aliens (2009): The movie includes versions of the Fifty-Foot Woman, the Fly, the Blob, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and Mothra are gathered together to kick alien butts. The Invisible Man also used to be a member of the team.

Castlevania: This video game saga, practically runs on this trope, with demons and mythical monsters thrown in for extra variety. Hell, even Cthulhu makes an apperance, as does Leatherface in Order of Ecclesia.

One Piece: The Thriller Bark Arc has a mansion filled with Zombies that do double duty as frankenstein's monsters, an invisible man, a ghost girl who controls ghosts instead of being one, an invisible mix and match critter, a mad scientist, and their leader who bears a striking resemblance to a vampire and has a special ability that renders its targets unable to touch sunlight without burning up.

Ed, Edd n Eddy's Boo Haw Haw: Ed, after watching too many horror movies, hallucinates seeing the cul-de-sac kids as monsters of a different varienty, as witches, aliens, vampiresses, gorgons, a spider monster, etc.

#MonsterMash #themonstersquad #goosebumps #hotel transylvania #nightmare before christmas #monsters vs aliens #one piece #castlevania #ed edd n eddy

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cleverhottubmiracle · 2 months ago

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Anthony Mackie has officially been upgraded from Avengers sidekick to its top dog. As the new Captain America, he has big shoes to fill, a shield to carry, and a sick watch doesn’t hurt either. Mackie at least has the last part down. He was in New York City this week promoting Captain America: Brave New World with a relatively new gem from IWC.Mackie wore an IWC Portugieser Chronograph in the “Dune” configuration, a modern take on a watch the brand has been producing since the 1930s. Funnily enough, the watch is almost an almost exact match for a piece that former Captain America Chris Evans wore while he was in the red-white-and-blue suit. The actor has his own black-dial and yellow-gold Portugieser Chronograph that he’s worn on the red carpet over the years. In fact, Evans has been spotted in a couple of different IWC watches, including another Portugieser with a pretty burgundy dial and a Pilot’s Watch Chronograph. The fact that both Captain Americas are IWC guys is purely coincidental but it does feel like the brand could make this their Omega-Bond moment if so inclined.Noam Galai/Getty ImagesBefore IWC was dressing Captain America, it was courting Portuguese merchants. Back in the late ‘30s, the International Watch Company designed an oversized wristwatch for two customers from the country and fitted it with pocket watch calibers 74 and 98. The Portugieser was born. Handsome and restrained in the manner of classic pocket watches, this dressy model was relaunched in 1993 on the company’s 125th anniversary with a special anniversary model, evolving into a rattrapante (flyback) chronograph in 1995. Today, the Portugieser is a full-fledged collection occupying pride of place as one of the brand’s dressier lines.Mackie’s particular Portugieser is a distinct value proposition among high-end (yet perhaps not quite haute horlogerie) chronographs. Housed in a 41-mm brushed stainless steel case with polished lug tops and a thin polished bezel, it’s basically all dial. Rendered in a beautiful, sandy “Dune” color, it’s got a 1/5th-seconds track in black along the rehaut, applied indices with a matching leaf handset, and a dual-register chronograph in the less-common “up-down” configuration: A 30-minute counter is situated at 12 o’clock, while a running seconds register is located directly below it at 6 o’clock.Chronographs in this configuration are less common than those with side-by-side registers, and the look is unique enough to capture one’s attention right away. The small, flat-topped mushroom pushers and the thin bezel help to flatten the watch’s profile, which takes on an even dressier aspect with a black alligator leather strap. The Portugieser is amongst the more compelling dress chronographs and a fitting choice for a man taking on the biggest role of his career. Hopefully, IWC makes a strap long enough to fit over those giant red Captain America gloves…Axelle/Bauer-GriffinTaylor HillMichelle Yeoh’s Richard Mille RM UP-01 FerrariOkay, maybe it’s no longer the thinnest watch in the world—Bulgari struck back at RM by shaving .05mm off its Octo Finissimo Ultra—but that doesn’t make the Richard Mille RM UP-01 Ferrari any less cool. Shaped more like a credit card than a conventional wristwatch, this manually-wound, ultra-flat timekeeper measures just 1.75mm tall and 51mm wide by 39mm top to bottom. The result of 6,000 hours of development, its skeletonized baseplate and bridges are shaped from Grade 5 titanium, and its special escapement was developed in partnership with Audemars Piguet Le Locle to ensure thinness. It’s the perfect high-tech watch for someone like Michelle Yeoh, a woman who can go head-to-head with James Bond without so much as breaking a sweat.Noah Graham/Getty ImagesJimmy Butler’s Casio G-SHOCK DWE-5600R-9New Golden State Warrior Jimmy Butler gave us some relief from the typical onslaught of haute horlogerie this week when he wore a Casio G-SHOCK DWE-5600R-9 to a press conference ahead of playing the Lakers. A banana-yellow timepiece with a matching rubber strap, the DWE-5600R-9 is a simple, awesome 5600-series reference—the type of watch that everyone of a certain age remembers wearing or coveting during their childhood. It’s got all the bells and whistles: 200 meters of water resistance and more timers, alarms, calendars, and stopwatches than you can shake a stick at. But the coolest feature of any G-SHOCK, of course, is the fact that you can light up the LCD screen like a Christmas tree with the push of a button. 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Chu rocked an awesome vintage Patek Philippe ref. 3579-1 while accepting the Best Director Award for Wicked at the 30th Annual Critics Choice Awards this week. Sourced from Craft & Tailored—one of L.A.’s coolest purveyors of vintage watches—it’s an unusual model that shows its ‘70s roots with unabashed flair. Its housed in a C-shaped 37-mm stainless steel case and fitted with a blue sunray dial with applied indices, it’s got a screw-down caseback protecting the manually-wound cal. 23-300 PM. Rare and funky, it predates the Nautilus and other iconic 1970s designs that followed on its heels. Source link

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Development project 2.1

For my second development project, I opted to go ahead with the first assignment - creating concepts. As an idea, the piece is almost fully recognized, with not much more to be added narratively without being too overcrowded. Which is why I wanted to create a 3D render of the same, implementing and challenging my 3D skills. I sculpted the shape of the head of the creature, as similar to the original version as possible.

Using the previously tested landscape plug-in in Blender, I created a range of mountains that span over a large area. I replaced the head of a regular skull from a skeleton model that I downloaded from Sketchfab, and elongated the arms of the creature. Using the rigs in the model, I posed the skeleton as it was in the 2D piece.

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https://sketchfab.com/3d-models/skeleton-rig-ee87f94159cf4767b1977659db3fb7aa

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Live Brief 11

06/03/2024

I put together first version of our cinematic with Alec for today's session. We weren't able to add any animations, but we did add in all of the character models and get them to track along a path for movement. We also had the initial environment design back from Andre so the overall effect was there.

The feedback we received wasn't the most positive, but we were given plenty to work with and advice for how to make it better before the deadline next week.

We were told the motion blur was essentially unable to be fixed without changing the cameras completely. Our scene has a section where it pans around the whole room to show the skeletons walking out, and that was just too blurred to be at all effective.

With this being our first piece of negative feedback, I'm really looking forward to sitting with the project and trying to implement these fixes to get the outcome we're looking for.

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First render test.

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Steve, Eddie and Robin drop by Nancy's workplace and while they are joking around, Nancy is this close to get mad because one of her coworkers hands her a foreign letter, and it is written in two languages mixed together, none of which she knows.

Nancy finally hits the table and everyone turns to her. "Oh hey." Steve says, "Chill. What's wrong?" And while Nancy is explaining, Robin glances at the letter and "Oh it's Russian and France. Kind of a code. Look."

And Nancy just stares at Robin works out the letter in awe.

Bonus a very proud Steve in the back.

thank you for the wonderful request!! it ended up just being in russian, i hope that's alright! i might write another with a french-speaking Robin, she's so cool :)

INCLUDES STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 VOLUME 2 SPOILERS

Kyoto (2,083 words)

The Hawkins Post was six feet under - no, literally. Unfortunately (or fortunately, in this case) it’d been built right above the Upside-Down fault line. Diana, a twenty-something waitress who worked at the cafe across the street, told Nancy it’d crumbled like ash underneath the overwhelming heat of the crack.

And so when the rest of Hawkins was busy trying to put itself back together, Nancy focused on what’d always been there; the news. She, accompanied by her ragtag group of clumsy teenage friends, recorded bits and pieces of what was happening to the citizens. Out of the earthquake (or the End of the World) grew a desperate need for a place to collect requests for supplies, missing notices, obituaries, and some good news too, what little there was of it. The first draft of the Hawkins Sun made her mother cry over a story about a father reuniting with his daughter - Hawkin’s previously-dead police chief and his adopted teenage girl brought back together by the earthquake. It was a good cry, Nancy’s mom promised as tears blotted the still-drying ink.

Now three months later the Hawkins Sun set up shop in the skeleton of the old printing press in the basement of Hawkins High, the high school paper thankfully merging into it because of, well. The lack of students available to help. Either they’d skipped town or disappeared within the smoke and ash from the fault line break. Hawkins High took one look at Nancy’s efforts and handed her a diploma without final exams or a walk across the stage. She took it without question. There were more important things to worry about than a cap or a gown or an afterparty with stale beer.

Unfortunately the printing press still had no air conditioning. A late August afternoon spent slaving over the Sunday issue, set to be sent out and copied that night, had Nancy close to passing out at her desk. She was debating the wording of a short story about Nana’s Bakery, a place downtown, that had given out free breakfast to those who needed it a few days before. As she shifted around words with her eraser and her scissors, tongue between her teeth and deep in thought, the three Stooges decided to walk in.

Steve Harrington’s big and familiar hand (now scarred irreparably) came down first, landing softly on the desk. Just enough to get her attention. Nancy’s head whipped up so fast her reading glasses nearly fell off her face. Steve, ever the hero, swooped in to push them back up onto her nose with a charming smile, one that would’ve had her swooning over three years ago. But it was not three years ago, so she just smiled tight-lipped in return.

Beside him, as he tended to be, was newly innocent Eddie Munson. The earthquake had hindered the witch hunt for Eddie but not enough, so he’d been hiding out since spring break. That is, until mid-June brought him a judge-officiated sentence of ‘NOT GUILTY’. Even though the majority of the townsfolk hesitated to respect it, Eddie was a free man.

Eddie leaned on Steve’s shoulder, both from the want to be close and also from necessity. His brush with death in the Upside-Down had rendered one leg completely useless and later removed. As the shady government figures (who’d bought the Hopper-Byers house in upper-class Twin Pines) worked on making Eddie a sufficient prosthetic limb, Eddie walked slowly with one foot and spent the majority of his time being Steve’s other half. Which Steve didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Nancy was happy for them.

On Steve’s other side, a little farther back from the desk but no less visible, was Robin Buckley. Nancy’s first true girl friend since Barb. Robin Buckley, whose nearly overwhelming beauty wafted over in waves of fruity scent despite their lack of proximity. Nancy had been anxious over not getting the cover story worked out by tonight, but Robin’s presence put even a deeper dent into her productivity. Nancy couldn’t even get angry at her for it.

Robin’s newly chopped bob, hair that barely reached her ears, swung around her head as she walked over. Short hair looked good on her, even with the tiny, dumb-looking ponytail Robin had tied at the base of her head to try and keep stray hairs off of her neck in the heat.

“Anything good today, Nance?” Steve asked as he peered over her work. Nancy resisted the urge to shoo his grabbing hands away like he was a small child and instead gestured over to a crowded desk beside her.

“I’m working out one of our last stories,” She explained. “I don’t think the wording is right, though.”

“Nancy!” Her co-worker, Paul, called her over from behind. She felt him brush past her as he dropped a scribbled letter down onto her workspace. “This came for you today. Good luck trying to read it. I have no fucking clue.” Nancy laughed before squinting her eyes. She picked up the piece of paper in confusion. It was in a language Nancy had never seen before.

“Do you know how to read this?” She asked Steve and Eddie, holding it up to them. Both squinted, expressions eerily mirroring each other.

“I have no idea,” Steve said.

“It’s in Russian, I think,” Eddie spoke at the same time. The two looked at each other and Nancy fake-gagged at them, taking the letter back.

“You two are sickening,” She said with a laugh, spreading out the paper onto her desk and leaning closer.

She had to take Eddie’s word for it, although knowing the language didn’t help at all. So what if it was Russian? She didn’t know Russian, couldn’t even begin to know it. All Nancy knew was about a year’s worth of Spanish taken her freshman year, which was fairly embarrassing - she wanted to know more languages, but fighting monsters from an alternate dimension took up the majority of her free time. There wasn’t a chance to learn languages.

Her fingers absently traced the edges of the page as she furrowed her eyebrows deeper. Maybe something about the news? If only one of the words were recognizable, but it was all gibberish. Especially because the alphabet differed so much from English - half of the symbols were alien to her. Nancy let out a little frustrated noise.

“Do you think it’s important?” Steve asked.

“I hope not,” Nancy groaned. “Jesus, this is impossible to read. It’s too hot for this.” She contemplated balling up the page and tossing it in a trash can, damn the consequences. Something in the back of her mind told her though that perhaps a letter in Russian, especially with the uncertainty of the gates being closed and Vecna still half-burnt and zombielike out there somewhere, made her instead smooth out the letter’s creases.

“What’s up?” Robin appeared then, leaning over the desk in the same way Steve was. Her bangs fell in her eyes, all sun-tinged brown strands that had Nancy’s heart leaping up to her throat. “Oh, shit! Is that in Russian?”

“Uh, I guess,” Was all Nancy could come up with. Instantly she felt stupid for stuttering like that. But Robin didn’t seem to notice or judge her for it. Instead she rounded the desk, coming to stand over Nancy’s shoulder and read the letter behind her. Dimly Nancy recognized their height difference, how Robin’s bangs brushed with her own as she leaned over to check out the letter. How Robin’s body radiated heat, something Nancy had been trying to avoid all day but now she wanted nothing more but to suffocate herself in, drown in the smell of Robin and her proximity.

“I know Russian, by the way,” Robin said carelessly, like it was a normal conversation starter. Nancy opened her mouth to speak but then Robin covered one of her hands with her own to hold up the letter closer, breath hitting the shell of Nancy’s ear as she leaned in. Nancy’s eyes went wide. They darted up to Steve’s, who was watching them with a shit-eating grin on his face. That fucker.

“You-you know Russian?” Nancy asked, amazed. Robin hummed an affirmative, clearly not hearing just how shocked Nancy was.

“I think this letter was forwarded to you,” Robin said. “Do you have the envelope?”

“Paul probably does,” Nancy spoke in a daze.

“It’s addressed from somebody who calls himself Enzo,” Robin explained. She stretched out a long, beautiful finger to gesture to where no doubt the aforementioned name was written. “It was for Hopper, I think. Or some guy named Murray. Maybe Murray sent this for you to see too?”

“Murray,” Nancy spoke softly. “Yeah, I know him. He speaks Russian too, I think.”

“Cool,” Robin said. Nancy dared to turn and saw Robin’s pearly grin up close to her eyes. She nearly fainted.

“I can’t believe you know Russian,” Nancy admitted. Robin shrugged self-consciously, a bashful smile on her face.

“I dunno, I’m good with languages,” Robin said, laughing a little. Nancy nodded because of course this girl was good with languages. Was there anything she was bad at? “Anyway, it basically details a bunch of stuff about a gate in Russia. Maybe Hopper knows more?”

“We’ll bring it to him,” Nancy agreed. “So - wait, if you know how to read Russian, that means -”

“Я говорю́ по-ру́сски,” Robin said, tongue flicking out as she spoke. And okay, if Nancy was close to fainting before - she was on the verge of death now. Robin’s voice dropped about an octave when she spoke, hitting the vowel sounds just right. Her throat moved slightly, swallowing. Nancy couldn’t take her eyes away from Robin’s mouth, from her moving neck, from her tongue still left sticking out just slightly. She knew she looked insane but there was no amount of willpower in the world that could’ve gotten her to stop staring.

“What did you say?” Nancy whispered, eyes wide.

“I said ‘I speak Russian’,” Robin laughed, eyes twinkling.

“Can you two stop fucking in the middle of the printing room?” Eddie said dryly. Nancy remembered she wasn’t dreaming and looked back up, no doubt face as red as the surface of the sun. Eddie and Steve were wearing matching grins like the obnoxious couple they were. Nancy snuck a glance back at Robin, whose cheeks were pink. But neither made any move to put space in between.

“We can drop the letter off to Hopper,” Robin suggested after a moment, voice cracking before she coughed and swallowed again. It was cute how flustered she was and it would’ve been cuter if Nancy wasn’t so equally shaken up. “You know. ‘Cause you need to work, and stuff.”

“Okay,” Nancy said, even though what she really wanted Robin to do was to merge into her. Even if that was physically impossible. She shouldn’t leave her side, that’s for sure. Robin picked up the letter softly, folding it over and over as she stepped back. It was almost painful to lose that contact. “Come back to tell me what he says, yeah?”

“Will do,” Steve nodded as he and Eddie stepped away from the desk, heading for the door. Robin turned to follow but she spun back around before she fully disappeared. She squared her shoulders and took a breath.

“Would you wanna - um. Learn Russian with me, sometime?” Robin squeaked out. Her face was bright red. “I can teach you, you know. Some phrases. If you want.”

“I do want,” Nancy agreed, embarrassed at how fast the words came out. She nodded for emphasis. “I really, really want.”

“Cool,” Robin said. She clapped her hands as if to finish the conversation. “Okay. Um -

До свидания!” She spun around again, nearly tripping over nothing as she rushed for the door.

“What does that one mean?” Nancy called after her, heart fluttering in her chest. She couldn’t help but grin as Robin spun back around, hand pushing open the door that led out into the rest of Hawkins High.

“It means goodbye,” Robin said over her shoulder. “Or, um. ‘Until next time’.” Nancy let herself really grin then, the smile staying even after Robin was long gone. Maybe Robin could teach her how to say ‘I really like you’ in Russian. Maybe she’d get her in English, anyway. Nancy wanted to express the emotion in both languages, though.

She wanted to tell Robin she liked her in every language available.

:) Should I write a language-study date part two?

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3 images of a collage of art titled "CTtrajan's Commission Sheet" and then one image of a block of text titled "Additional Info".

First image is split into two, with the left side using a turquoise background while the right side uses a soft blue background. The left side shows two rough comics that only show headshots of the characters used. Dark blue text reads:

"(underlined) Rough sketch comic / Total characters: 2 / Price: £3"

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"Quick, inaccurate and without panels / Additional character: +£1 each"

The right side shows two roughly coloured images of individual characters. Dark blue text reads:

"(underlined) Rough colour halfbody / Total characters: 1 / Price: £5"

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"Quick, softly coloured and with inaccuracy / Additional character: +£5 each"

Second image is split into two, with the left side using a light purple background while the right side uses a light pink background. To the left are two images of clean, flat colour images. Dark blue text reads:

"(underlined) Clean flat colour halfbody / Total characters: 1 / Price: £15"

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"Fully coloured, steady lines and drawn with prior sketch / Additional character: +£10 for 2nd, then +£5 for each addition"

The right side shows two separate, fully coloured and shaded pieces. Dark blue text reads:

"(underlined) Clean fully shaded halfbody / Total characters: 1 / Price: £35 / Slots [1]"

Underneath, dark purple text reads:

"Fully coloured, fully rendered and drawn with effects / No additional character unless split across canvas"

Third image shows three different artworks at the top over a light purple background, the first displaying two characters and the other two displaying three. Underneath, dark blue text reads:

"(underlined) Multiple character examples! (All are clean flat colour)"

Underneath the screen is split into three boxes.

The first has a light red background with dark red text reading:

"Will (all capitals) not draw: Mechanoids, NSFW / Naked bodies, Incest / Age gap / Non-con, Hate speech / art using slurs [even reclaimed ones], Extremely complex detail"

The second has a light orange background with dark orange text reading:

"(all capitals) might draw if given info: Animal type bodies/Furries, Prosthetic limbs, Gore (I can only do simple), Backgrounds (can only do simple), Mouth to mouth kissing (cannot draw lips)"

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"(all capitals) will draw: Ships (Canon x OC, OC x OC, selfship), Horror / Angst, Portrait from photo, Fandoms I'm not in, Humanoid / Skeleton / Body horror"

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Ok so.

Hi !!!

This may come as a surprise but. I'm taking commissions! They're only small ones but I hope you'll consider me! I'll draw you holding hands with your fiction crush if you want :}

Additional note but I'll only be taking payment After finishing the commission, for both of our sakes

ADDITIONAL NOTES FOR MY OWN SAKE OF MIND:

- Armor will be given an extra £5 fee on your first purchase but if you comm me again with that character, it's back to normal price (i take longer to draw it correctly the first time)

- CASHAPP DOES NOT WORK FOR ME UNLESS YOU ARE IN THE UK

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So I’m making a cult of snakelike human creatures, that basically worship darkness and despair, as well as negative emotions. I’m calling the cultists “The Serpentebris”(combination the scientific name for snake and the latin word for darkness). I’m wondering how a mashup of human and snake skeleton/anatomy would look like. Also, what would be a better design for the helmet of the cultists?

Snakes have some very tricky anatomy to adapt for a humanoid form, but that doesn't mean it's impossible, so here we go.

first, a colored 3d render of a snake skull I found on Sketchfab.

(image description: a 3d snake skull in profile, colored to help show the different parts. the lower jaw is long and thin, and the upper jaw has extra bones and joints at the back to help open the mouth wider. Overall, the skull is very flat. end description.)

this image doesn't show it well, but the lower jaw is also separated as two pieces with a gap where your chin would be. it just helps them have really stretchy mouths. now, I have some sketch studies of snake skeletons as well, to compare to a human skeleton.

(image description: several blue and red sketches of snake skeletons. They do have a neck, very short, and a tail where the ribs stop. The majority of each snake skeleton is made of a long and crowded ribcage. The skulls are shown at different angles, showing the split lower jaw as well as the range of the hinges, with one skull opening its jaw past a 90 degree angle. there is also a simplified human skeleton to the side. end description.)

now, you're gonna have to just fudge the arms on your snake people. I would suggest not using a human rib cage, as it would break the form up in a weird way. No collarbone either. The shoulder blades can be more mobile and located closer to the sides, like a lizard. They are related to snakes, distantly, so it can help to look at lizard skeletons too. got this one off the wikimedia commons. alas, it does not say which species this is.

(image description: a drawing of a lizard skeleton. like the snake, it has a very flat skull, a short neck, long ribs and a long tail. It also has a sternum, shoulder blades, a pelvis, and four limbs. These parts are all much smaller and thinner than they are on a human skeleton. end description.)

This is why I picked legless lizards as a base for snake people when I tried designing them for my own world lol. They have more similar skeletons to humans than snakes do.

(image description: two drawings of a humanized snake skeleton. the first focuses on altering the snake skull to give it a rounded cranium for a larger brain. the second image shows a full body skeleton with the shoulder blade and arm added in red just below the neck. The body is outlined in a very pale blue. end description.)

I didn't add a sternum or collar bone, to leave the skeleton flexible up there. But you can give them stronger arms if you do add a sternum and collarbone, since they help anchor bigger muscles. It would prevent them from swallowing anything really large, as the sternum would restrict how flexible the ribs are. right now, there is a big gap down the middle, so those ribs can move all they want.

Alternatively, you can make the arms stronger by giving the pectoral muscles some fused ribs to anchor to, without putting a sternum in the middle. It's fantasy, you can fudge it a little lol.

As for the helmet design, I do have some ideas for how to put a helmet on a snake head. You can alter any design flair as you want, since it should reflect the symbology of the cult your snake people are in.

(image description: four identical anthro snake heads in flat colors with different helmets on. On the top row, helmets that expose the eyes and cover the top of the nose. On the bottom row, helmets that cover the head but leave the nose exposed. Each helmet design has a unique style, such as flat plates, spikes, chin straps, and such. end description.)

Now you might wonder how those snakes with covered eyes are supposed to navigate. Well, I made this choice here because most snakes don't have good eyes! They aren't blind, but they kind of use their tongue and those funny little pits by their noses as an important navigation tool. So you could take advantage of that as well, if you want.

Hopefully this is all helpful to you!

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