In which Amanda has too many thoughts about a celestial AU, but, gosh darn it, she loves the sketches too much to let the embarrassment totally override posting them and sharing her transformation thoughts.
I do need to take out some anatomy books to really get the back working how I want. I want it to be very obvious that his entire back structure changes to accommodate those wings. Unfortunately, I always do these sketches at, like, 4am, which is not a time I want to research bird wing and human back and shoulder anatomy at.
(And I totally didn’t write it on the sheet, but until the feathers grow completely in, he’s basically oozing this black oil-like fluid. It coats the feathers and just is a constant point of discomfort.)
EDIT // Added last sketch showing kind of what size I think the wings would be once they’ve finished being painful and awkward.
Glass Gem is a unique strain of
corn with kernels that look like
pieces of rainbow-colored glass. Source
Carl Barnes, an Oklahoma farmer, started growing older corn varieties to connect with his Cherokee heritage.
He isolated ancestral strains Native American tribes lost in the 1800s when they were relocated to Oklahoma.
Soon he began exchanging ancient corn seed with growers from all over the country, while simultaneously saving and replanting seeds from the most colorful cobs.
This eventually resulted in rainbow-colored corn.
When the rainbow corn mixed with the traditional varieties it created new strains, displaying more vibrant colors and patterns over time.
Glass Gem is a flint corn, so it isn’t really eaten off the cob. It’s usually ground into cornmeal and used in tortillas or grits, but it can also be used to make popcorn.
everything about this… this statue, the choppy waves, the cliffs behind her, the echo, the drumming….. aesthetic
Lyrics in Faroese:
Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg Galdramaður festi meg festi meg Trøllabundin djúpt í míni sál í míni sál Í hjartanum logar brennandi bál brennandi bál
Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg Galdramaður festi meg festi meg Trøllabundin inn í hjartarót í hjartarót Eyga mítt festist har ið galdramaður stóð
English translation:
Spellbound am I, am I The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound deep in my soul, in my soul In my heart burns a smouldering fire, smouldering fire
Spellbound am I, am I The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound in my heart’s root, my heart’s root
Did anyone else just get the shivers? Cuz I’m definitely getting the shivers.
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