Cold Feet 5x02
I couldn’t help myself.
hey look it got even BETTER
Live Action Hercules - fancasting credit goes to Drew
So the problem with designing characters who become popular is that, if you’re a needy bastard like me who tracks the Lutece tags when you’re bored, you’re suddenly exposed to a ton of art of said characters in various states of undress.
I’m not one to discourage this sort of thing- no no, I have sketchbooks full of Remus/Sirius stuff from high school- but I figured I might as well give everyone a leg-up with a more detailed guide to Rosalind Lutece’s potential underthings. I’ve seen a ton of drawings of her in corsets from a good 50 years before her time and I… I needed to step in.
Think of this as a primer! Not a be-all-end-all of Edwardian underthings (heck, I’m still learning this stuff), but it might teach you some new fashion terms/ideas you weren’t previously aware of! Go forth, young padawan, and draw historically-accurate Rosalind porn to your heart’s content.
…I do not know if this counts as fanart or not since I’m the one doing it? Whatever. RESEARCH OR DIE MOFOS
Your old art, which is probably not at the same skill level as your new art, isn’t something to be embarrassed about or ashamed of or something to hide away and never look at.
It’s a great indication of how far you’ve come and it shows that the time and effort you’ve put into your art has actually made a difference. Look at it from time to time, compare it to your new stuff, give yourself some credit for getting to where you are now even if you’re still not where you want to be.
#Although the subject matter of your old art could perhaps be considered embarrassing in some cases #but yeah most of us are not where we want to be?#we all aspire to be better and better and that’s what keeps us working so hard #(along with enjoyment of the work itself) #but don’t be ashamed of where you started
“I love my wife.”
“Him. I’m sorry. You were going to ask me to choose, right? Do you wanna finish?”
“Are you with me, bandits?”
An Orlesian girl discovers lightning in her fingers when she touches a lake and kills all the fish. In the woods down the road, an elderly elf hides from templars. His only company: the undead he calls to rise by cutting his arms. Far north, a Qunari with the power to make fire from air is chained, masked, and led around like a dog on a leash.
These are mages. The terrible gift they wield is magic.