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Being in geology means struggling with trying to take a pic through the microscope binoculars (biologist also know the pain lmao)

My hands are shaking lol.

Nanami Kento as a Palace guard from Aladdin (1998) for @princeasimdiya12 !

Plus a bonus Gojo as Aladdin in his prince disguise!

Hope you like it !

Love the idea plus it will get me out of my editing/writing block.

Here is the main character Ava (without spoilers <3)

Yes the book is missing a title, yes I am working on that.

OC in Three

I was tagged by @thatndginger ^^

Rules: share three pictures that represent an OC

My urban fantasy novel, Our Demonic Hearts, doesn't get as much attention as AoC, so here's the main characer Ana Kravens <3

No pressure tags to @frostedlemonwriter @starlightnecromancer @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @thestorywitch and open tag to anybody else who would like to join!

*taste the soup like a witch*

hummm it needs more eye of newt

*learn shading*

I love working on my art style because it's just me looking at cool art and adding it to my art like it's an ingredient in a boiling soup.

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

Do you even read something so bad, or play a game with terrible script and worldbuilding that you think "I'm not even good at writing but even I would do a better job ?" Yep, that was me when I was 14 and today I just finished writing my first book. Keep your eyes peeled because I fully intend to publish it !

The bench at the edge of the universe.

I sat there. Silently. I said nothing when he sat next to me. We just stared in silence at what was in front of us. How should I describe that ? Light was a liquid, a see of stars and supernovae. Blindingly bright yet soothing to look at. It shifted like gentle wave under the breeze. I witnessed with my own two eyes the universe unfold all its mysteries. I watched in awe as the big bang happened again. We sat there witnessing the reinvention of time, of matter, of gravity, of life. It expanded until it broke and folded on itself until it vanished from existence and once again exploded into this incredible ocean of possibilities.

From the silence came his voice. "Why are you here?" He asked, and suddenly I heard the universe sing

"I do not know" I answered

"It's alright "

"Why are you here?" I asked

"Because the burden of life sometimes gets to heavy for my to lift it"

"So you come here to rest?"

"I am always here, it's just that sometimes I take a tangible form"

"Wouldn't it be heavier that way?"

"No. You humans do not carry this burden. I feel light when I am you"

"I do not feel so light when I am awake"

"Well come back here anytime you need then. You'll always exist here. You just need to remember it"

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

I should have added ! All request / comissions should be asked in my dm ! It would be easier to keep in touch that way !

Hello 👋 can we request our own OCs?

Hello ! Nice to see new people in here !

To answer your question and make it public : YES ! You can absolutely request your own OCs but...

Remember the quality of a request is lesser than one of a comission and the time I will take to make and complete the piece will be completely random ! It can take a long while !

With that disclaimer out of the way, it will realistically, at worse, take up to three weeks but I will keep you updated during the whole process! You can always ask me question during the whole process !

Nanami Kento as a Palace guard from Aladdin (1998) for @princeasimdiya12 !

Plus a bonus Gojo as Aladdin in his prince disguise!

Hope you like it !

Thinking of making a weekly post about astrophysics and/or math and other subjects.

I'm in a science club in Uni and the people they bring are extremely knowledgeable and since they gave me their approval I'm thinking of publishing some of it here !