Ever think about how Magnus should lack depth perception, but seemingly doesn't? The books don't really show it... Except, they do.
Magnus has a very consistent theme of "going too far". Two examples off the top of my head is him trying to catch a falling spaceship (Master of Prospero) and trying to solo an Aeldari titan (a thousand sons). Both feats where he suceeds, but also feats that he would NOT have survived without the help of others. He reaches too far, seemingly in ignorance of the scale of what he's trying to do. He's unaware of how far is TOO far. Or, so to say, he lacks the acuity to judge it. He lacks METAPHORICAL depth perception.
And of course he does. It's no coincidence that tzeentch chose to take one eye, and not both; that Magnus is subtly crippled, not blinded. A blind Magnus might stop and think; might slow, be more deliberate. A fully blind Magnus would not be off balance. He would be HIGHLY aware of a crucial concept: that others see things he cannot. That he is ignorant.
A fully sighted Magnus would not be fooled. Would understand the concept of distance; would know how far ahead his Father was. Would see the depth of the abyss and draw his hand back.
And what Tzeentch takes isn't just Magnus's physical eye, so much as a piece of his soul that manifests there; A piece of his whole perception itself. Magnus is missing the ability to understand, not just see, true scale, true depth. To imagine it. His world is flat, and he thinks that all of it is within reach.
He does not perceive the true depth of the warp. He does not perceive the depth of his mistakes. He does not even recognize the depth of other people's wisdom; he listens to no one, condescends to most.
He has been deliberately and specifically disabled. He cannot know how deep the abyss is, or how far it is safe to reach into it. How far is too far, how much is too much; he does not know when to stop. Tzeentch took from him the Unknown Unknown. Magnus's fate approaches, and he does not know how close it is, how fast it's moving.
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So I asked gav thorpe about what need to keep in mind when homebrewing your own craftworld and this is his answer
I think I would always focus on a) Working smart, not hard. Asuryani losses are always permanent. They never have numbers of attrition. Even when they use the dead (Iyanden). Prevention / avoidance is better than cure. b) The Path encompasses all aspects of Asuryani life / personality. It is driven by the terror of the Fall that came form uncontrolled excessive emotions. The Asuryani imprison their natural selves - and psychic ability - in order to survive. c) technology as magic / magic as technology. The aeldari blend myth with reality and draw no distinction between psychic and physical properties. d) Aesthetic. The appearance of a thing or process is as important as its function. This is almost universally informed by the mythic cycle of the Aeldari. e) A place for everything and everything in its place. The Path means narrow dedication to certain lifestyles and functions. Civilian and warrior does not overlap. There are no 'ordinary' citizens, each Asuryani is dedicating themselves to perfecting some aspect of their life. Older Asuryani have broader experiences but are still within one stretch of the Path. Roles within the craftworld are determined by Path / psychology, not the other way around. The Path of the Trader, for example, does not exist because craftworld have a capitalist economy, it exists so that individual Asuryani can deal with greed, consumerism, the desire to bargain and negotiate. The function is always to perfect control of the trait, not to remove it.
With that in mind, it's best to look at inspiration from history and media that doesn't match twentieth century / twenty first century Western capitalist democratic structures. Anarchic, devolved governance and separation of civilian and military are the norm.
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I'm SO excited to finally share these pieces I created for D&D's Ravenloft: The Horrors Within.
This project was such a huge honor to work on. I remember as a kid looking through the players manuals & doing little studies of the artwork in there, so this feels a bit full-circle.
You can get a peek at higher-res versions of them on my insta!
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adrian kissing your pussy after he absolutely destroyed you because he was full of adrenaline after a crazy mission
😵💫😵💫😵💫 FUCK!!!!!!! just little tiny pecks while he looks up at you with glossy, puppy dog eyes and an apologetic grimace, he murmurs "fuck m'sorry, didn't mean to get rough like that babe, here- lemme kiss it better-" it's a kiss that makes your whole body jolt, then another, and then another.... eventually he's slotting his whole mouth in there, though you were complaining and whining at the tenderness and oversensitivity at first, in the end you're digging your hands in his hair and begging him not to stop oop
ok so, I approached my local library with a proposal to donate a mural as a way to A: build portfolio/gain practical experience and B: give back to a beloved public institution. The director was very enthusiastic about it and i've been working on it since the beginning of March. Come with me as I endeavor to paint what is in all honesty an excessive amount of birds
I wanted the birds to look like they were actually in the space so first thing after doing the draft was to do a lighting study
after that I covered the walls in letters in lieu of a projector/vr headset bc i have neither of those :) Then i take a picture of the section of wall and superimpose the lineart over top of it so I can pencil in the lines
et voila
and that was a whole week on it's own so next comes the paintin' >:)
my chains are broken i am FREE. although i did have a great deal of fun with this, the barring on the wings itself took me like four days and i am READY to move on
this was a week and a half of continuous work so please excuse me for getting a little emotional in the bg 🙏
BIRD NUMBER 10!!! The Male Mallard Duck, Anas platyrhynchos
the male and female ones are gonna be posted separately bc they're taking a lot longer lol but yea! super happy i was able to capture the iridescent green of the head, i found metallic green and blue paint at a craft store that really made his head POP. it looks better in person i promise
ALSO!! As this is the 10th one, BIG announcement. The end is in sight!!!!! I plan to finish within the next 3 weeks and there will be a small dedication ceremony/ unveiling happening at the library to commemorate its completion on the 16th of May. If you live in the Western New York region and want to check it out for yourself shoot me a dm!
Also thank you everyone for your kind words and support throughout this whole process, it's been a genuine treat thinking there are potentially thousands of you out there cheering me on while I paint this 🥹
we're movin right along with bird numero 11!! The lady Mallard!! Anas platyrhyncos
the 16th is looming in the distance so i'm trying to get thru these as quickly as i can so i can have as much time for the GBH as possible. i still need to do the names next to all of them so i've got about a week and a half to finish everything which is GREAT because i have adhd and nothing gets my ass in gear like a fuckin deadline, let me tell you
power couple that they are, here's bird number 12 and 13,
the Northern Cardinals, Cardinalis cardinalis
and NOW that they are complete, ITS GO TIME, in the next five days (library's closed for mother's day 😭😭) i need to have the GBH fully rendered, the names of the birds vectored, weeded, masked, applied to the wall, and then painted, plus additional cattails throughout. I may be able to get away with just getting the GBH done in time for the unveiling and then just have the names and cattails added later, but i'm gonna really try to get it all done in time. BUT, i have a plan. Part of why i take so long on these is because i really am just figuring it out as I do it lmao. there have been many a time where i am sitting on top of the ladder googling "how to paint birds" but I think if i take the time tomorro to do all that figuring out how to approach it beforehand, this will go a lot faster. I may also recruit some of my artist friends to help with the placing of the names... hrmm we'll see.
Anyways, shout out to the librarian who tracked down exactly the thing i needed so i could figure out where to place the highlights in my birds eyes, ur the real mvp
thank you to everyone who reached out or got excited about this project, it genuinely gave me the fuel i needed to keep going. In total, the 480+ total hrs it took me to cover this wall pales in comparison to how long its expected to spend on there, hopefully imparting a sense of beauty and love for the natural world to the next generation and here's hoping i'm only getting started with these.
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synopsis: clark bending you over the counter, fingering you underneath your clothes just to give you a quick orgasm and a good start to your day.
cw: porn and no plot, fingering (f!receiving), little bit of dry humping, squirting, clark jizzes his pants <3
wc: 966
a/n: guess who just finished the longest semester ever??? finally, i have time to dedicate myself to writing superman porn ☺️
It starts off as a normal morning, just you and Clark rushing around the kitchen, trying to clean everything up after breakfast before you each go to work.
You've got a bit of time to spare, and Clark just wants to have a little moment of peace with you. You've both been so busy, and he misses you.
So while you're wiping the kitchen counter down, he hugs you from behind, just placing little kisses on your nape.
“You smell nice,” he says against your warm skin, inhaling the soft scent of your perfume. “Sweet.”
You hum softly, giving up on your task to lean back against him, just enjoying the moment.
But Clark can't hold back when it comes to you.
One of his hands slips down a little, moving from your stomach, lower, until his fingers graze the waistband of your pants.
“Clark,” you say quietly in warning, feeling your body grow hot at his touch. “We have to go.”
“We've got a while,” he murmurs as form of explanation, his fingers deftly undoing the button and the zipper on your pants.
“We'll be late for work,” you say weakly, warmth spreading between your thighs.
“We'll be fine,” he replies, grazing his teeth over your ear as his hand slips under your panties. His fingers slide over your cunt, gently parting your folds to press against your clit in neat little circles.
You let out a soft moan, hips pushing forward against his hand.
Clark's mouth trails down the side of your neck, kissing and sucking your skin, feeling himself getting harder and harder as you mewl and whine lowly.
His fingers move a little lower, prodding at your entrance, feeling your slick slowly starting to drip out.
“Oh, baby,” he groans lowly, his teeth lightly digging into your neck in a soft bite. “You feel so good.”
You moan, hands grabbing onto the counter, your hips pressing against his fingers. “Clark...fuck...”
“I know,” he says lowly, his voice rough, as he starts grinding his hips against your ass. He groans at the friction against his hard cock, and he can feel the front of his boxers already damp with precum.
You're making soft little sounds that go straight to his groin, his name falling from your lips in little gasps.
Gently, Clark eases you forward to bend over the counter, one hand on your hip, the other one sliding a finger into your wet pussy.
Your cunt welcomes him eagerly, walls warm and pulsing as his finger delves deep in and then curls, finding your g-spot with ease.
He gently pushes your foot with his to spread your legs farther apart, giving him more room.
With every breath he takes, he can smell your arousal, mixed with the scent of your body lotion and your shampoo. It makes him insane, makes him wish he could rip your pants off, sit you on this counter and eat you out like you deserve. But that'll lead to him fucking you, and then you'll both definitely be late to work.
You moan loud, thighs shaking as Clark adds a second finger into you, thrusting and curling them perfectly, the heel of his hand grinding against your clit.
A familiar heat spreads through your body, thick and intense as it fills your womb. It grows hotter as Clark fucks you with his fingers, pushing you towards the edge.
“Clark,” you gasp, but he already knows. He can feel your gummy walls squeezing his fingers tight, he can feel the way your body is shaking. He can hear your racing heart, can smell your juices dripping from you and gathering in your panties.
The thought of you being so close only spurs him on more. He rolls his hips against your ass, his cock twitching in his boxers as he grinds against you, the fabric sticky from his precum.
“I know, baby,” he grunts, the steady rhythm of his hips stuttering as a tight coil of heat grows taut in his lower abdomen. “Almost there.”
You're squealing now, your legs quivering and threatening to give out. But Clark holds you steady with one arm around your waist, keeping you in place.
The hot sensation in your womb builds and builds, like a balloon filling with air, until you're sure you can't take it anymore.
“Clark —” you try to warn him, but your brain is hazy with pleasure and your tongue isn't collaborating. “Fuck!”
The steady press of his fingers against that spongy spot in you, combined with the press of his palm against your clit, has you seeing stars. But it's also pushing you towards something more than just a regular orgasm.
You're mewling and whining, not able to find the words to warn him as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge until the heat is too much, until your body shudders and the tension in your womb snaps, and you come.
You moan his name loud enough that the entire building might've heard. A gush of your slick spills from you, soaking Clark's hands, making a mess of your panties and your work outfit, your juices drenching the fabric.
Clark moans as he feels you squirt on him, the feeling of it pushing him to his own orgasm. He comes with a rough groan, his hot cum spurting onto his boxers in thick, sticky ropes.
You're both breathing heavy, bodies slowly coming to, skin sticky with sweat.
Clark kisses the side of your neck gently as he withdraws his hand. “You okay?” he asks.
You nod softly, still breathless. “Yeah, I'm good.”
He hums. “You were right, we're gonna be late,” he says sheepishly. “We're gonna have to clean up before we head out. I wasn't counting on us making such a mess...”
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