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i loooooove my silky smooth lines. unrelated, my arm just fell off


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fixed cassie up a bit. i almost forgot to add the details to his horns!

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this wip is saved as “HAAAAAAAAANDS.jpg” bc i got balthazar’s there right away and i’ve done nothing since but try to get the other two. that’s it. it’s taken 5x as long everything else in this pic so far

i literally just want to draw cass’ hand on top of balthazar’s, why is this so!!!!!! hard!!!!!!



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oh my god, i actually got them into the same??? fucking shot without one (cass) being wildly out of proportion. it has literally been years

and it only took me all goddamn day

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digitized an old pencil sketch so i could try out the colouring tips & tricks in this awesome post

i did use colours as a base instead of grayscale (below). i like them both, but i prefer some colour in his hair



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a rito’s wings are only fully unfurled in flight. at rest, they lie partially folded around the arms, which can make them seem small or cause them to be mistaken for fancy shirtsleeves

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as with any large birb, a rito’s crest can indicate their mood, such as puffing up when they get angry

which cass thought would look hilarious, but is actually pretty intimidating

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There was a thunderous noise.

Balthazar awoke with a start



“OWOWGoddamnit--!”

and heard a *CRACK* as his head collided with the low ceiling.

Falling back against the pillow, he wondered where the hell he was that he deserved such a rude awakening.

Balthazar rolled over, and, in his still-fatigued clumsiness, tumbled off the top of what was, in fact, a three-level bunk bed.


 

 Fuck me…"

No longer tired, at least, Balthazar shook his head, wiping away a few tears with his jacket sleeve as he groaned in pain. He tried to stand, but the room was shaking far too much; as his head cleared of fog, it was replaced by the oppressive sound of roaring air.

An earthquake?!

No, the tremors were too fast for any earthquake, but Balthazar didn’t know what else it could be. He threw an arm up against the bottom bunk to hold himself steady, waiting for the rumbling to end.


 

 

Even when it did, his brain was left feeling rattled. Trembling slightly, he pushed himself uneasily to his feet and began to examine the thoroughly uninviting room


It was...stark, first and foremost, coloured mainly in the grey and beige tones of faded, peeling paint.

There was a second bunk bed, also three levels, opposite the one Balthazar had fallen off of, but “bed” seemed a generous way to describe what was little more than piping and paper-thin mattresses.

To his left were a small, utilitarian table positioned just underneath a round, glass window, like the porthole of a ship,

and a closet nestled behind an antique stove, complete with rusty kettle.

To his right was little but an imposing metal door, roughly emblazoned, in red paint, with the number 5.

Balthazar stared at it.

There was a box attached to the wall next to it, something like an early 20th century card reader, as if such a thing even existed. The paint was just about the only colour in the room, and it looked fresh.

“What...?”

He stalked over and grabbed the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Balthazar threw his weight against first it, then the door itself, pounding several times.

“HEY! HE--

His voice cut out when he noticed it.

“What the hell...”

On Balthazar’s left wrist was something that looked like a watch, mainly red in colour, with a large LCD display in the middle. Rather than the time, it showed only a single digit.

Five? That’s the same as the door, but why? What is this?

He flipped his wrist over as though to remove a simple watch, but the bracelet’s steel ring was solid all the way around.

With a grunt, Balthazar slammed his wrist against the door again, once, twice, three times…

Nothing.

He clicked the rivets on the sides, clacking like rapid typing on a keyboard.

Still nothing.

Once more he slammed his fist into the door, fury momentarily masking the pain. Balthazar rubbed his slightly achy wrist and snarled.

As he did, a low groan, like angry metal waking from a deep sleep, sounded from somewhere far away. It took Balthazar a moment to place the sound, then he frowned, taking another good look at his surroundings.

Is this--

Is this a ship?

He stalked over to the porthole and peered through. There was only deep, inky blackness, and Balthazar was about to hit the damn thing when he heard the first crackle. He pulled back, shaking his head in disbelief..

“Oh, you must be joking-”


The porthole burst open, releasing a torrent of water into the room that hammered down onto the table, submerging the benches on either side as it washed over the floor, rapidly gaining on his ankles.

Balthazar laughed, dry, bitter huffs of air. Then he tore across the room and pounded frantically on the door.

“HEY! Your fucking trap’s broken! The whole place is fucking flooding! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!

He whirled around, leaning heavily against the door and panting as panic gripped his chest. Icy seawater lapped tauntingly at his shins.

Maybe…

Maybe he had to get out.

But... how?


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hester & her sister coming along nicely
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none of you helped, so enjoy fuck mcmichael’s hideous plaid tie. you deserve it and so does he
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naomi and fuck mcmichael comin along well enough i suppose

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The Man Who Would Be King (Supernatural, 2011)


i heard there were deleted scenes with balthazar in 6x20 so i thought i’d recreate them
 

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a baby hannah

her hair is purple because i mistook the pencil colour for auburn until it was Too Late but like

raise your hand if you can see 15 year old hannah dying her hair magenta in her first girlfriend’s bathtub

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spliced this panorama up in photoshop myself, clearly my best editing work to date, and it STILL took me like 3 tries

and i’m gonna need to be able to do like……actual fucking redraws of screencaps, pls god someone help me

not from scratch, i mean like: keep the bg, but draw new char over original char and then erase leftover traces of old char

so like…i need to mimic the original bg style to make it look smooth. anybody know any good tutorials for that maybe?
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lol it’s been months and i still can’t decide if hat and crown or just crown
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Calthazar AU | Dragon (1.3k expanded intro)

    ↳ (based on this adorable post) Balthazar finds a baby dragon abandoned in the woods.



Imagine dragons that can shapeshift from late adolescence (age ~5 - 8 in people years), frequently with distinctive tells such as slit pupils or pointed ears.

Imagine Balthazar, schlepping it home in heavy rain to ye olde remote low fantasy village, stumbling and landing (cutting his hand, thank you very much) on what turns out to be a shattered dragon egg.

There is a newborn dragon nearby to boot (although not so much “born” as “violently hurled into the merciless jaws of life”), frozen and mostly drowned inside a hollow log full of rainwater.

Balthazar doesn’t realize until he gets home with the baby that if it does turn out to be 100% dead, he and his extremely flammable village might take the blame, fair or otherwise, but thankfully the baby revives once Balthazar has a nice fire going.

Unlike his sorry, soppy ass, it hops right in and hunkers down while Balthazar peels off his soaked clothes, trying to get all his parts warm at once. “You lucky little…”

After a few minutes, he even thinks the baby might be laughing at him. It starts mimicking his twisting in place, complete with breathy little huffs of frustration.

“Oh, come on now,” Balthazar grumbles. The baby seems to take pity on him, and huffs a teeny flame at Balthazar. Good intentions aside…

“Ah—fuck—ow ow OW!”

Then it begs for food.

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