Kris

What if I doodled a concept drawing of Ryland Grace as an Eridian?

What if I saw a bunch if other people's Eridian!Graces only to latch onto the concept of Grace turning into an Eridian Grace post-mortem?

What if I made a fic about it?

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Summary of "From the Earth"

Ryland Grace dies at age 46, just three days before Hail Mary was expected to arrive at Erid.

Three years later, a strange Eridian stumbles through the crowd with one mission in mind: Find Rocky.

I have emerged from the pits of Hell that is known as Finals Season, finally laying eyes on the sun for the first time in millennia. Rather than appreciating it's beauty, I had instead hissed at it and crawled back into the darkness of my room.

Merman!Jaime Reyes inspired by @cakeleighh's Mer!AU that they got to yap at me about.

Bouncing off of @cakeleighh's post

(I'm not procrastinating, YOU'RE procrastinating)

(Headcanon below)

You ever just spontaneously decide to hop on Blender only to make things up as you went for several hours because you don't know what your doing?

Second time ever making something with Blender so you can bet I was probably working on this far longer than others.

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Would you look at that; My third sculpt is turning out even better. Especially when my worst enemy (hair) isn't present!

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As in, this is for a chapter that doesn't even exist yet. View artwork at your own discretion.

I wake up Christmas morning with my left wrist aching any time I move it wrong. Fast forward six day and now I'm wearing a wrist brace at work because it's still in pain and slightly worse. Usually it only lasts one day -- maybe two if I'm unlucky -- yet here we are. But hey! It's not as bad has it has been in the past where I've had to abort putting on me seat belt with that hand as even that light pressure caused me to rethink my life choices.

Oh, and would you look at that? At the end of my shift the AVM in the opposite arm randomly decided to shoot a spike of stabbing pain through me and made me double over for five seconds. How rude. It didn't even have the decency to leave me alone after as it spent the rest of the night aching off and on.

At least the scarring in my lungs aren't wishing me dead today! I always enjoy when my breathing doesn't cause me pain.

Why hello there, Apraxia! Thank you for making an appearance. It's not like I wanted to speak coherently anyways.

Got to take my mind of things while I'm a it by getting a kick out of seeing the hostess's face at work when she saw just how far my knees go back. Got even more of a chuckle in when she found out the underside of my kneecaps on the very same knees often fall asleep depending on how my legs are positioned. That's not even mentioning the times I'll be walking and my knees decide to bend backwards instead of forwards like they need to, making me stumble if I'm caught off guard.

Fan art based off a scene in chapter 17 of Frost covers my hands, scales cover my skin by @cakeleighh on ao3.

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What better way to avoid the responsibilities of life than powering through a GunBug drawing that makes you want to cry every other layer?

(Totally didn't leave it forgotten in my folders until Legends: Z-A reminded me of it)

Was trying out a different art style a few months ago so don't mind this being different then the rest

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I was going to draw Jason in the Peter Griffin death pose... but apparently it's extremely difficult to draw a winged digitigrade in such a position.

Would you look at that, I hyper-focused on a sculpture after not working with clay in almost two years. Now I have an albino crow to keep me company.