I have developed this habit of drawing compulsively whenever I’m nervous. Should I be worried? Should I be happy? Maybe both?
Thanks for arriving late, Mauri.
I’ve been doing a lot of life drawing lately. Well, sorta. It kind of fun once you get used to it!
Silly drawings done a while ago, when examen’s didn’t exist (or didn’t bother me as much as they do nowadays) and life was pleasant enough.
and though she’s described as beautiful, it’s “the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close” (104).
(I finally read Good Omens, yes).
Some sketches from today.
My scanner has the special ability of ruining colours, yes.
Everyone should read “The New Kid on the Block”, now that is being re-posted and edited by itsxandy (¿Xandy? ¿X and Y?) so I can laugh madly and shout “Hahahaha, you thought it was all fun and games, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?”; when everything starts going down with the aaaaaangst.
… yeah.
(OK, now seriously: Have some sketches inspired by X’s verse, because she’s cool and her story keeps entertaining me although I haven’t seen (or enjoyed) YJ on a while. Some day I will clean my drawings, I promise).
Inspired by a post on the Kink Meme:
Okay, THE ANACHRONISMS ARE KILLING ME. Tomatoes, the scientific method, glass test tubes, magnifying glasses, the architecture of the castle, the giant fluer-de-lys, the clothing styles, etc etc etc.
So, apocalypse! The apocalypse could have been anything, from nuclear bombardment, to cataclysmic climate change, to bioweapons, and a thousand years or so later, ‘Merlin’ canon happens.
Canon is still canon, but Arthur and Merlin go questing in some kind of forbidden land where they run into the last, decaying remnants of 21st/22nd century England (…)
You know Merlin would use his magic to make “those-suspicous-odd-devices” work. And then Gaius would shout about it. Very loud. With the door open.
