Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Falling asleep on the couch in the middle of watching Bushido X with Kerry for what felt like the hundredth time was not on V's list of things to do.
But life had been exhausting lately, so she supposed she deserved it. Both of them did, really.
When V opened her eyes, the sky outside was still full of stars, and the moon still hung overhead. She could only reason it had to be some ungodly early hour of the morning, based on the fact that the movie had finished playing, probably quite a while ago.
She fidgeted, trying to get comfortable once more, and didn't realize Kerry was awake too. "V?"
"We did it again." She joked quietly, leaning farther back into her boyfriend's chest.
"Yeah, we did. So what?" Kerry reasoned, tossing an arm around V's waist. "I think we deserved a little break."
my comments + ref image under the cut !
THIS TURNED OUT SO MUCH BETTER THAN I"D HOPED IT WOULD
Some parts look a little wonky, this was basically a redraw of this picture, the scene outside the window looks less like landscaping at a fancy mansion on the outskirts of a big city and more like a green pasture, the "city light glow" effect looks a lil weird, but I digress.
I still love this.
Kerry Snuggles :)
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YESSSSSS FINALLY
YEEAAAHHAHHAHAAAAAA BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
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A Stormy Evening
|| @pyramultimuse - Killian Jones ||
ᒥ🌟ᒧ— A storm had been brewing, Edward knew it was coming the moment he went out to the stable to water and feed the horse that morning. The soft breeze, the eerie quiet in the trees, and one glance to the clouds in the sky he was certain. He was excited, truthfully. A wild storm brought him peace and calm. His time at sea taught him many men feared a storm, but never did Edward. Wild winds, unforgiving and ruthless waves, and unrelenting rain brought him nothing but a sense of belonging, as though the sea itself reflected his soul for what it was.
That evening, once the torrential rain and whipping winds had begun, he found himself slipping outside. Now, there he laid on the side of the fountain in the garden. One arm hung down in the fountain's water, swaying back and forth to feel the movement of the water against his skin. On his back, brown hues stare up at the grey clouds, Edward drifting off deep into his thoughts. Silver hair, dampened by the rain, splayed out over the marble, no longer able to be blown by the wind.
The man draws in a deep breath, taking in the scent of wet moss, leaves, and soil surrounding him. He can hear the sound of rain drops dancing on green leaves of the forest, only for the wind to whistle through mere moments later.
While he missed the soothing rock of the ship by swells, the creaking of old wood, and the smell of fresh salt on those wild winds, he had to admit enjoying a storm in the woods was nearly as soothing as it would be on the deck of the Queen Anne. It was certainly different, from sounds and smells, but it wasn't terrible.
Edward's head lulls to the side, and he watches rain disturb the surface of the fountain's water. It was no raging sea, but a look of calm and peace on his face said he didn't seem to care. And so, he'd happily enjoy the storm there on the fountain, arm lazily moving through the water as he continues to watch the downpour on the surface.
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Been trying out a new style for lineart sketches. Also, I feel like The Book Horse would be a great name for a bookshop/coffee shop but in a fantasy tavern style.
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Okay so, I don’t feel like it’s just me that’s made this observation but:
Ororo’s character has been in publication for like 50 years and writers haven’t given thought to what cultural practices/background she hails from other than just a specific geography. That’s CORNY.
Her mother’s from northwest Kenya, but what tribe is she? What are her cultural practices? Africa is a continent, Kenya is a country with multiple ethnic groups that have their own subsections of practices and beliefs. Does Ororo lean toward her mother’s native heritage or does she largely follow Egyptian culture because her formative years were spent on the streets of Cairo? Did she ever struggle with a disconnect between these regions when she went back to Kenya to be the Windrider? All questions I’m way more interested in having answered than whatever love triangles the X-Men have going on this week.
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🌩️ || the sandbox
canon is the sandbox where I strike lightning to form glass.
canon is the foundation which I build my dreams upon.
as follows is an exploration of how I change "canon" to fit my whims.
( aka my f/os die in their canon and i can't have that )
what if we found out about the trap sooner | another day in paradise
what if you didn't fight alone | charisma check
what if we didn't have to fight anymore | when is a monster not a monster
what if I could protect you | wishing on moonlight
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