just a place for stuff I like

Some character designs with some…atypical color choices? I guess. I don’t know what’s going on in that area.

This is Nimona and her supervillain friend (He doesn’t have a name yet, I’m working on that). Nimona is his sidekick/squire, they’re like the Batman and Robin of slightly Medieval villains, but she’s actually way more evil than him. He does what he does to make a point, and he doesn’t really want anyone get hurt - Nimona just gets a kick out of destroying stuff.

Vultures are holy creatures.

Tending the dead.

Bowing low.

Bared head.

Whispers to cold flesh,

“Your old name is not your king.

Vultures are also responsible for keeping diseases at bay.

Vulture stomach acid is so powerful that it can kill anthrax and many other deadly diseases.

So when they consume the carcass of a creature that has died of disease, they actually destroy the disease within it too!

These tests get used for all kinds of stuff, and they get used by a lot of people who don't actually know what they're doing, how to interpret the data, or whether there's any real link between what they're measuring and what they're claiming. It's why you see shit going around like "men think of women as objects because when they look at a woman, the same part of their brain is active as when they look at a tool!" and "if you play Mozart for your baby for twenty minutes then their imagination improves, we imaged the brain to prove it!" and "we found where God is in the brain! Christians have more brain activity in this region than atheists!"

There are numerous problems with this kind of science, but the most pressing issue is the validity of the scans themselves. As I said, there's a fair bit of stats to turn an MRI image into 'brain activity', and then you do even more stats on that to get your results. Bennett et. al.'s work ran one of these sorts of experiments, with one difference -- they used a dead salmon instead of living human subjects. And they got positive results. The same sort of experiment, the same methodology, the same results that people were bandying about as positive results. According to the methodology in common use, dead salmon can distinguish human facial expressions. Meaning one of two things:

Dead salmon can recognise human facial expressions. OR

Everyone else's results are garbage also, none of you have data for any of this junk.

John would get given that satchel full of all the old letters Arthur hoarded. Letters he'd found on his journey and for some reason kept, letters from Mary, reading as they break each other's hearts all over again. Letters from the side missions like the one with the mayor, all the cards given to him by the collectors. The letters about rewards for hunting down dinosaur bones and wall carvings.

How John would find half finished cigarette card collections sitting loosely in the bottom of Arthur's bag, none of them fully finished yet but some being pretty close.

All of the extra trinkets picked up just in case people requested them again - Extra Otis Miller books for Jack, crime novels for Hosea, pens for Mary-Beth, a pipe or two for Dutch. All of the pictures he'd taken and developed scattered like the cigarette cards, the picture Albert took of the wolves.

He would still have some trophies from the legendary animals, maybe some clothes or some of the one off items like the lions paw

Arthur was so painfully human, and it shows in what you find in his bag. Of course he'd take joy collecting cigarette cards that are full of the same things he draws, horses, people, plants. Of course he'd hang onto letters even if they made him feel a deep guilt.

Idk it's way too late rn, but thinking about John finding all of this after Arthur dies because I doubt Arthur would admit he collects cigarette cards as a hobby. Finding that as much as he knew Arthur was complex, it went down this far too. This would be his first real, unfiltered glimpse at Arthur, and it's after he's already gone.

So she picked one shirt and one pair of trousers, carefully, methodically ripped every third stitch out of every seam, and then hung them back up together so that he would be likely to pick them at the same time. This took her a couple hours, so by the time she was done, the anger had worn down. She came out, she and my father had a talk that ended in apologies, after which they were tired and went to bed. My mother swears up and down that she meant to warn my father about the sabotaged clothes in the morning, but he wore a different uniform set and they were both still feeling a little raw, so she didn’t want to bring up the fight again. She decided to tell him that night instead.

And then she forgot.

Anyway, about four days later, my father apparently came home roughly an hour after he left for work, his clothes slowly, gently shredding off his body, the most bewildered expression on his face. “Paula,” he said, his voice mildly shell-shocked. “Paula, my clothes are broken.”

They’re finally finished and I’m so happy with them!!

Some progress shots:

some closeups of some of the BG3 pieces I've done recently!!