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Can I ask how you do rendering so well? I’ve been trying for a while and I’ve only been able to figure out basic shading.

firstly, Thank you!

Secondly, heres a fun behind the scenes of my art! I start with choosing a consistent environmental light. This is something to help the character seem more grounded in the scene. This can be as simple as making a new layer and flooding it a light colour to set everything in the same scene.

Next is figuring out where the lighting is coming from, and making the shadows and THEN where the light actually hits as a part of the shadow/multiply layer. I make an additional layer for overlay for the brightest highlights!

the rest is honestly just studying how light lands on different objects! like learning the planes of the face is super important and im still learning how it works!

This is a wonderful reference I use a lot, as well as honestly??? Just experimenting and practising! learning about things like different kinds of shadows and contouring is always good.

Hope this helps!

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OBI-WAN KENOBI 1.01 | Part I

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR MOSS!!!!!!! UR AN OLD MAN NOW!! i hope u have a fantastic wonderful day bc u deserve only the best :)) can i pls get. spectres / rebels modern au. with fluff :)

THANK YOU BELOVED

only a week late!! BUT. here!

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"I've changed my mind," Kanan says. "Letting you get me into archery was the best decision I've ever made."

Hera snorts from behind him, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and moving her hands down to his waist. She presses her hips closer to his and a kiss to his jaw, then starts correcting his posture.

"Elbow down, love." She taps it and Kanan moves down so it's level with his chin. "I am fully aware that you wanted me to do this in a sexy way, just so you know, but I'm too invested in making sure your form is good."

"You focus on my form, I'll focus on the horny," Kanan jokes, waggling his eyebrows in such an endearingly dumb fashion that Hera can't help but kiss him.

"Maybe if we both focus on your form you might actually hit something," Hera teases. Kanan gasps, faux offended, and proceeds to lament at how horribly his wife treats him.

"Such cruelty from such a pretty woman," he bemoans. "I can't believe you'd treat me like this. This is homophobia and racism and sexism. I have been hate-crimed."

Hera outright laughs at that, dropping her hold on Kanan so that she can double over and use her hands to try to muffle her laughter. "Racism," she giggles. "I'm from Haiti, you dumb fuck."

"And I'm Latino, what's your point?" Kanan shoots back, a grin on his face. "Racism, I tell you. You are conspiring to bully me over my terrible archery skills because I'm Latino and you're not."

"Bozhe moy," comes a tired, Russian voice. "They're at it again, Zeb."

Hera looks behind her, a wide smile on her face. Aleksandr Kallus, Zeb's mysterious Russian boyfriend whom Hera is fairly sure is ex-FSB, is walking over to them with a pistol at his waist, his ear defenders round his neck, and Zeb's arm round his hips. Ezra trails behind them, looking dejected.

Ezra was adopted when he was seven and Hera and Kanan were each twenty. He'd been a surly, snappish kid, traumatised by the deaths of his parents only a few months before his adoption. He could've been Kanan's kid by birth, with how similarly they act.

"First you don't let me shoot and then I have to see Mom and Dad being all gross?" The fourteen-year-old complains. "Sabine would let me have a gun."

"No she wouldn't," Aleksandr says firmly. "After lunch I will teach you the air rifle - will that make you feel better?"

Ezra whoops, doing a strange little dance Zeb had taught him the first time they'd met. He's never truly grown out of it - not that Hera cares, she actually really likes the fact that Ezra feels comfortable enough around them to express his happiness - and it makes Zeb smile.

"Don't point the arrow at your feet!" Aleksandr snaps at Kanan, who starts and lifts the bow back up. "If you shoot your foot then you will have problems walking for a very long time."

"Bloody KGB," Kanan teases. He slowly relaxes the bow and takes the arrow out of the nock, putting it back into Hera's quiver.

"That's racist," Aleksandr says, folding his arms and looking at Kanan with an unflinching expression. Kanan stares back, baffled, and Aleksandr's eyebrow twitches from the effort he goes through to hold in his laughter.

Hera watches it click in Kanan's head; he yelps, smacking Aleksandr with his bow. "You are the only white person here!" Kanan retorts, laughing. "This has got to be the most ethnically diverse family in existence!"

And because Hera loves riling him up: "Technically Aleksandr adds to the diversity of the group, love."

Kanan groans.

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send a (belated) birthday writing prompt?

idk another sw:tcw au

Everything is the same but jedi in addition to being force sensitive are mythical creatures (dragon!Anakin, selkie!Obi-Wan)

idea 1

212th gets a briefing before meeting Obi-Wan which explains why they should never touch his Coat. The thing is, the briefing forgot to include a picture. Obi-Wan's Coat is perfectly safe and hidden while Cody gets an aneurism posting armed guards next to every cloak Obi-Wan dramatically sheds in battle. Obi-Wan thinks that Cody makes him pick up the cloaks after himself as a disciplinary action.

-Cody, dear, would you please fetch me my cloak? -General, I'm flattered but I'm not ready for marriage.

idea 2

Dragons have an innate need to hoard. Generally gold but not necessarily. Anakin hoards people. If he could have his way, he would gather everyone in one place and perch somewhere up high so he could keep an eye on everyone. Anakin loves vode piles.

#I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THE 212TH #BUT ESPECIALLY THAT ONE THAT JUST JUMPS ON A SPIDER DROID #YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD MY FRIEND BUT I LOVE YOU FOR IT

Hello Sir! Your armor is iconic. We all recognize and love the Arc trooper gear. It looks rather complicated though. How long does it take to put on?

Uhm... Well a lot quicker now, I have gotten used to it. I haven't had to do timed drills in a long time, but about... hmm... two minutes?

We used to have to do emergency drills to get suited up and ready for combat in the fastest time possible. Not my favourite part of training.

a collection of motivational insights regarding content creation and creative hobbies

and of course the classic

Wonder

Maybe people speak of Humanity's impressive strength or creativity, or just all around weirdness, but I am here to inform you of something I find far more fascinating.

Their sense of wonder and discovery.

See, when a human finds something new and mind boggling, something rare and unheard of, they do not keep it to themselves like other species would. They do not send it to the black market for money, even if they are low on it.

Instead, they share it. They share this discovery with joy and fervour, happily sending it to their scientists or a museum, and sharing it on their internet for others to see and experience as well.

When humans looked to the stars for the first time, when they took their first step on an extraterrestrial body that was not their own planet, they broadcasted it to the world. It was just their moon, but that is every species' first step. When the human race took to the galaxy, they went on wings of metal and dreams of stardust.

They do not hesitate no matter if it is dangerous and terrifying or calm and beautiful. They do not hesitate.

So I ask you, what will you do the next time you find something new?

Humans are now called “star children”.

It is common knowledge that all lifeforms, regardless of origin or existence or if they still exist, come from long-gone stars. By all accounts, there is no single existence that is not a “star child”, even thought there are many beings that do not believe they will ever deserve the title of being born from a star.

However, as the years and decades since humanity first discovered that they were never alone came by, the friends from other planets - or, for a better words, aliens - came to stop merely calling them human.

That did not happen on the span of a decade or two. It took maybe a hundred years for the first little one to decide that “star child” would be a name better fit for the common human. Slowly but surely, the title stuck, but not everyone will be able to tell you why that happenned.

Maybe it was because of their crooked hands, able to do so much with so little. Maybe it was their fascination for documenting everything, or maybe it was because of the hundreds of star patterns they loved to wear and decorate their spaceships with. Some even believe it was because of the human soul, and how it would stick to the physical plane even after death because it couldn’t understand that it was dead and it was time to say goodbye.

No, no. It wasn’t because of that. You see, they are not called star children for bringing wonder to everything. They are not called that because of their endurance, or their wits, or their imprudence. They are not called star children because their nature is extraordinary or so fantastical that the word “human” cannot fit it all inside. Every single creature, regardless of their intelligence, should be called a “star child” if that was the case, because every single living being is fantastical by merely existing.

There are aliens just as smart, just as strong, just as enduring and just as weird as the little humans and their crooked hands and their millions of libraries and their star patterns.

But when they invented a way for stars to live longer by harvesting their energy, and when wars arrived and they volunteered to take every single one they could to safety, and when they decided to dedicate their entire lives to caring of others, and when they terraformed planets that were too far gone, and when they documented every single living creature they ever found and when they debated the best ways to classify and understand them, and when they shared their art and when they made inventions so anyone could experience said art, and when they despite everything choose to keep their hopes up…

Oh, dear. That was a moment in which some of the aliens decided that “star child” would be a proper title, for only someone who remembered their origins and how they connected to other forms of existence, without ever thinking that they are better than the rest, could ever have been so stubborn to help.

And, soon enough, the humans accepted the title. They decided to stop arguing, for it was the better course of action, and embraced it. Now, the star children are most well-known for caring for their distant siblings. Not for how, many centuries prior, they once killed their own planet.

But star children are quite old, compared to the rest. And, as the oldest sibling, they must make sure no one will ever do the same mistakes they once did.

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