Whatever's Clever

So Chapter 6 is out and it's funny.

A quick guide in how to turn 3D objects into linearts in CLIP EX.

EDIT: FUCK I FORGOT AN IMPORTANT DETAIL:

Our cosmetic set just went up on the TF2 workshop, so I can finally share these!

For the past several months, I’ve been working with Lunar Scythe, Hotrod, Hoshi, and APauling to help bring this guy to life. I had done concept art for this kind of thing before, but this was my first time also doing texture work, so it was an interesting sort of learning experience. 

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I’ll be postin some edits here and there, on here as well! (my insta user is my tumblr user)

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Art creds! (not in order)

@cloudyvoid (Dedicated too!)

@/solsdrawing

@/hamakichi

@/idealmori

@/ChaunceyFrostArt

@/myabu

This ask has been sitting in my inbox forever - and I’m really sorry about that - but I finally found it!!! I’m also gonna add some other links from other posts too. 

List of indigenous owned businesses 

Pendleton blankets from the Navajo Water Project

Indigenous authors to add to your bookshelf

Donate to the Quileute Tribe's Move to Higher Ground fundraiser

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Donate to the Indian Residential School Survivors Society

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Visit the website for the Lakota Law Project where you can donate, educate yourself, and/or sign the petition to tell Biden to Stop Line 3

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Follow Otaes aka @ndn.o on Instagram or their Patreon for Indigenous history lessons

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Visit the website for the Native American Disability Law Center for resources on how to help

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For resources on MMIW, visit the websites for Coalition to Stop Violence Against Native Women and MMIW USA

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Mature is ‘and then they made love.’ Explicit is ‘and here’s how they did it exactly.’

To wit: mature.

He looked at the envelope, spread out before him.

God, he’d never been this hungry.

Could he be gentle enough? Slow enough? He didn’t want to damage it, didn’t want to do anything he’d regret… but no, no, it seemed the envelope wanted this as much as he did. It slipped into his hands, it folded as he asked. When it was time for more, the card was waiting, and he somehow knew exactly what to do. He moved with his correspondence in a dance as old as the mail system, and when it was over, he was smiling and the envelope was completely, thoroughly sealed.

Explicit:

The envelope waved its flap in the air slowly, gently, and he could see the faint shimmer of the adhesive traced along its fold. It was like a taunt, a dare: won’t you? And he would, oh, God, he would, lifting the envelope firmly to his lips, licking slowly at first, then faster, more firmly, tasting the envelope’s essence, the faint bitterness, the sweetness to follow–

Oh, he couldn’t help but smile at how it felt in his hands. It was so perfectly folded. Its paper was rough against his fingers, and its crossed folds shifted slightly as it opened for his eager tongue. Yes, yes…

Now the card, and his hand trembled as he lifted it, as he held the envelope, stretching it wide. Would it fit? Oh… oh, yes, it would fit, it slid in smooth and quick and filled the envelope to bursting, oh, made for each other, and he smiled in delight at how perfect it was.

He was ready. Now, now, now: with one swift movement he folded the flap over and he pressed, yes, he pressed the flap down and it stuck, God, it stuck perfectly, and he closed his eyes in bliss.

No one tell her 🤫

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