A suit I designed for a fantasy SWAT (TSWATT, or the Taured Special Weapons And Tactics Team). They have wings which can fold into themselves, so far that they cannot be seen unless you look behind the back. They have special long fall boots (sort of like the ones from Portal) that allow them to fall from great heights. They have special glass goggles that act as sort of a VR set, in which they can see through smoke and walls if the area they are in is mapped out. The little orange thing on their chest records everything they witness. Drawn with FireAlpaca.
Yuri breathed, feeling the smoke make his way through his nose. His skin stuck to the brick wall as he stood straight, watching a group of guys walk his way.
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This is a Yuri on Ice fanart I did for a big bang on tumblr. My partner left halfway, but it was fun!
This piece was an entry for a mystery baby contest on DA, where you design the adult based on the given egg and its I theme. The creature belongs to a made-up species(Byubuu) that the host created.
This piece was an entry for a mystery baby contest on DA, where you design the adult based on the given egg and its I theme. The creature belongs to a made-up species(Byubuu) that the host created. //reuploaded with signature/username//
Mark Twain (1835–1910)
In the 1870s and ’80s, the Twain family spent their summers at Quarry Farm in New York, about two hundred miles west of their Hartford, Connecticut, home. Twain found those summers the most productive time for his literary work, especially after 1874, when the farm owners built him a small private study on the property. That same summer, Twain began writing The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. His routine was simple: he would go to the study in the morning after a hearty breakfast and stay there until dinner at about 5:00. Since he skipped lunch, and since his family would not venture near the study—they would blow a horn if they needed him—he could usually work uninterruptedly for several hours. “On hot days,” he wrote to a friend, “I spread the study wide open, anchor my papers down with brickbats, and write in the midst of the hurricane, clothed in the same thin linen we make shirts of.”
Whether or not he was working, he smoked cigars constantly. One of his closest friends, the writer William Dean Howells, recalled that after a visit from Twain, “the whole house had to be aired, for he smoked all over it from breakfast to bedtime.”
- From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey
“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”
― Mark Twain
#dailyrituals #inktober #MarkTwain @masoncurrey
This piece was an entry for a mystery baby contest on DA, where you design the adult based on the given egg and its I theme. The creature belongs to a made-up species(Byubuu) that the host created.
dude i saw this image eof ralise or whatever his name is from dletarune smoking a blunt and i thought it could look cool and funny so i did it, and god in names its funnny. BLUD SMOKING A FAT BLUNT
