#burningxcourage

//It’s funny because I’ve had people who are nd approach me before about how I write Koschei’s canonical tendency to get overwhelmed and overstimulated as specifically a facet of being nd, and thanked me for it and how they could relate to it, and it’s a huge honor to hear, because if I am nd myself then it’s only margically with some pretty bad PTSD, but honestly? What I base it on in my own life? Is twofold:A) Chronic illnessandB) the migraines that I have daily, that every neurologist has told me I basically have to just live with, because they’ve tried every fucking prophylactic med and procedure including the botox shots and I still get them.  And they make everything too much. Too bright too coarse too loud too strong smelling too MUCH.  This is actually exactly why I was drawn to Simm’s Master over any other Master, even Missy, who is also fabulous, because of all the Masters, Simm’s is the LEAST in control of himself and specifically in the sense of just being constantly overstimulated and bewildered and angry about it.  

Loki rolls his eyes Thor’s direction.  He glances at the rubber spider, then looks up at his brother with an expression that fairly oozes the sentiment, really?  

“I am literally the God of Mischief, and you think I’ll be suckered by that?” he scolds.

WELL hyper realism is total accuracy to physical appearance, and even beyond what the human retina can process (hence “hyper”/above).  What you’re talking about is a design principle you can apply to art that is photo realistic, or is more abstracted or simplified (like mine): it’s the sense of “plasticity” (not like the material plastic, but a term that applies to using  value, line variation, and color to create a sense of the three-dimensional).  You can use shading and color to make simple abstract shapes “pop” on a page. 

So my work is still not hyper realism, but it has depth. Or I try for it to. LOL. 

/art nerding 

I like how Frigga's default is 'adopt them all'

@burningxcourage

//You know what, this is why I love Gabriel. Post-trauma, Gabriel is more cynical and jaded about HIMSELF, and about HIS worth, and about HIS role in the cosmic order.  But when it comes to the world itself? To people in general? He’s STILL in love with creation. 

When Lucifer, his older brother, who reared him, tried to convince him that their father and creator had vilified Lucifer and that Lucifer was a victim, and that humans were corrupt and insufficient, Gabriel’s response–in show canon–was, for the  SECOND time, just like before his seven years of torture and abuse, to say “You don’t get it, do you?  Humans are innocent and beautiful.”  

That a being so broken and betrayed can have hope, can see beauty and potential, in creatures who are powerless to do ANYTHING to alleviate his own suffering, or make his own fate less grim? To me, that’s the epitome of selfless love.   It is also the epitome of strength, and Gabriel’s name literally translated means “God is my strength.” So there you go. 

“If you want to see the true measure of a man, watch how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.“ --J.K. Rowling. 

They’re eight years old on this pleasant midsummer afternoon.  

A quiet interval passes in the woodlands outside the Palace of Asgard. 

So quiet, so unremarkable, that the youngling God of Mischief has the time to slip away from the beaten path on which he and his boisterous big brother tread.  

He leaves a doppleganger behind to continue striding  behind Thor; mama has just taught him this wondrous trick.  

So sneakily, that Thor suspects nothing when the long green snake with the golden-speckled scales slithers out  from the underbrush.  And Thor suspects nothing when he picks up the snake and it hisses, poking him in the cheek with its long tongue, and shows it to “Loki.” 

A theatrically apt pause.

And then the snake turns a suspiciously blue-green eye on the crown princeling of Asgard.  

And with a comical electrical buzz, and a flash of lime green, the snake becomes Loki tangled in Thor’s arms, grinning like a mad little forest imp.