AU where everything is the same, only everyone’s a chicken.
Amanda Palmer: The Art of Asking
But do I write adorable, first meeting TR fanfic or everything-hurts-forever TR fanfic???
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I’m doing commissions for images that are 300x300 pixels, which are great for icons. There are two types - “doodle” which are $3, and “stained glass” which are $6!
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SOME CHOICE EXAMPLES -
doodle - $3
stained glass - $6
OCs and fanart are 400% okay with me! No anthros or crazy mecha or anything, though - I’m doing these since I can finish them relatively quickly compared to full on, balls-to-the-walls commissions. When I finish, your icon will be posted to my art blog.
Thanks for looking! ♥
Seriously, though, my favourite thing about the new Tomb Raider is that on a regular basis, people will stumble away from the game, wide-eyed and dazed, muttering That—that was really gay to themselves in disbelief. And you’ll see them start to wonder if they imagined it at all, because who the hell saw that coming in a TR game, there’s no way it could possibly be that gay, right? So they’ll cautiously make a post on tumblr, wondering if they’re the only one who ships it, and then the Lara/Sam fandom rushes over to them.
Yes, it really was that gay. We understand and we’re here for you. Take this art and this fic and also this gifset.
skepticArcher’s getting here on Wednesday.
I have so much to do.
The Goblin Hunter lost three fingers the first time it fired a pistol. Gunpowder was the stuff of stories, enough of a daydream to make the Goblin Hunter careless when crushing the trigger; the device backfired, taking fingers with more force than any cleaver could, leaving a black, bloody mess behind. Having four arms with six fingers on each to choose from, the Goblin Hunter wasn’t much concerned by the loss, only disappointed by the weapon’s ineffective, traitorous nature. When a round of more cautious shots only resulted in an uproar, giving the goblins all the time they needed to flee, the Goblin Hunter beat the pistol shapeless against a crag and tied it to its hefty bag as a sort of warning. A warning of what, nobody knew.
Tryin’ to remember how to paint so I took a crack at Sir Ightham, sunbreaksdown’s rad knight from her exciting upcoming story!
Based on these concept sketches I did 487 trillion years ago
Yeah, that’s basically all anyone needs to know about the book.
But Jeff, you are bloody insane. One of the advantages of writing is that I can give characters lavish outfits without having to worry about breaking my fingers illustrating them every time they crop up — and then you have people like Jeff, who go ahead and draw out chain mail and stupidly attractive armour. The world is a better place for people like this.