(Dammit, I like life drawing, even if I'm too n00b to be good at it. Joe says I have been getting better since I started a few years back though.)
Pen: Pelikan M205 Aqumarine (F nib)
Ink: Diamine Eclipse
( Moving on from heads to eyes and lips? )
I haven't gotten back to Ctrl+Paint because life has been busy, but yesterday my art accountability was working on a Thing in Photoshop, mainly blocking in values.
It was late into the audience hours when the royal Consort and his cousin unexpectedly turned up in line.
Anduin almost had to look twice when their names - sans title or any other fanfaire - were called, the surprise making him slow. They were both of them in travel clothes, leathers worn smooth and supple, ragged and stained, the sort of clothes for hunting, fishing, and sleeping out on the road. They had obviously been out somewhere; Elwynn forest, Anduin suspected, part of Hardwire's ongoing campaign to train Ren back into some semblance of fitness after the birth of the babes. There was dirt and what looked like fresh blood stains on their clothes, and there would probably be venison or roast boar on the dinner table.
Dirty and disheveled, and Ren, at least, was visibly tired, and both with small gift boxes in hand and the most shit-eating grins Anduin had ever seen. He didn't, in that moment, know whether to kiss them or box their ears.
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 I had this great idea about the heptarchate's founding but.
NOTE: I make no guarantees.
What *existing* characters would you like to see more stories about?
mystery POV #1 from Revenant Gun that Yoon evilly refuses to divulge
servitor POV #2 from Revenant Gun
someone else that I will mention in comments
ticky the tookie tocky
"Good morning, your Majesty," was the first warning he had, a little too bright and cheerful, the throne room guards all smiling a little too broadly. Anduin shook his head ruefully.
The senior guard grinned, utterly unrepentant. "It's not so bad, sir.... yet."
"Yet," Anduin echoed dubiously. His willingness to play along with the game made their smiles broader still, both guards moving to sweep back the doors to the throne with more enthusiasm than strictly necessary.
The audience line had already formed, which didn't make it that different from most days except for the composition of the line - even at a glance Anduin could count more mercenaries than tradesmen, when usually it was the reverse. It was the throne itself that was the source of the guards' amusement; or rather, the two small wrapped boxes resting there, given place of pride on the cushion.
Anduin plucked them from the throne. The gift boxes fit in his palm, heavier than they looked, with a metallic sort of jingle to them. "Only two?" he noted, jesting.
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Thank you for the copy of All Systems Red, which I am really stoked about getting to read. (For the curious, my local bookstores didn't stock it.)
I have turned on anonymous comments for the moment, which are screened. If you'd like me to write you a thank-you flashfic, please feel free to leave a comment to this post. I'm probably going to turn off anonymous comments by week's end (sooner if I start having problems with spam comments).
Yesterday's sketches are on the left, in Robert Oster Maroon 1789; today's are on the right, in Platinum Carbon Black. I would have liked to do more but it just wasn't happening today or yesterday.
I am maybe not having the best couple of days ever for reasons I can't yet get into (not health-related) so reassuring comments (not on the art, necessarily, just life in general) and links to cute things would be much appreciated.
MapCrunch (daily 360 panoramic)
Random Street View (same as above)
Random Google Street View (same as above)
Line of Action (choose gender, clothed/nude, time limit)
SketchDaily (same as above plus animal choices)
QuickPoses (same as LoA, but option to show pictures upside down and track progress)
The King's study was, in theory, a place of quiet work and relaxation, where the King could retire from the company of councilors and ministers to review the day's issues and draft necessary written orders. Anduin knew his father had only ever used it as such while nursing a hangover and needing a darkened room and some semblance of work in order to stave off those clamoring for his time; being trapped at a desk with paperwork was, quite likely, one of Varian Wrynn's conceptions of hell.
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As a note of interest, the pic of Anduin in my new icon is from the pre-expansion comic that Blizzard released... sadly, there aren't actually that many good face shots of him in it, but the interesting part that I only realized when I opened it up to find a screencap this morning is that he's holding the demon assassin at sword point and the sword is Shalamayne - which he only recovered from the Broken Shore in patch 7.2, during the Alliance quest chain with him. So actually, that comic would take place sometime after 7.2, and not right after the expansion launch the way I initially read it.
There would be something beautiful and healing about this except...this is Louisiana. This entire lake is STANDING STAGNANT WATER. In other words, a perfect breeding ground for mosquitoes. I don't think it was an accident that the entire lake/park was deserted and I was the only one walking around during prime bugs-chow-down-on-humans hour...
Sized 42G/44F, exciting teals and magentas and also some standard beiges and blacks, all with underwire of course, some padded, some unlined/mesh.
I am requesting $17 for one bra, $12 each for any subsequent bras, no shipping charge in the US lower 48 (I can look into shipping costs elsewhere if desired). These were all around $50 when brand new, so this is a steal!
Images below the cut. ( Bras! Bras! Bras! )
Dragging in a ragged breath from somewhere, Ren slid the straps of the carrier off his shoulders, pulling it and both boys around to where he could wrap his arms around them against his front. "/Ling, Den, this is your uncle, Hardwire./" He took another breath, the taste dry and sour in his mouth, and dared to look up and meet his cousin's eyes. "/They're mine./"
Whatever the too-fast beat of his heart was trying to brace for - anger, rejection, condemnation - not even the shadow of it appeared. Hardwire's ears spread wide in astonishment, but his cousin leaned in with a low, soothing rumble to scent both boys, inhaling over their small ears. When Den, in an uncharacteristic fit of bravery, reached up to tug at the thick fur of his cousin's beard, Hardwire only chuckled and lifted the cub easily out of the carrier, boosting the boy up to his shoulder where Den clung, wide eyed, to Hardwire's topknot.
"Hear that?" he announced to the room at large, which of course they had but without any understanding of the Pandaren words. "I'm an uncle!"
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- Relearned how to do layer masks, which are a thing I have to look up every damn time.
- Did some sketching for a Thing.