Inhuman update!(and the inks are over on DA like normal)
so this week i ran into some issues with the page related to the ink. my blue microns are worn down to dry little nubs, and i intended to pick up a replacement only to discover the store was only stocking the smallest, thinnest type of micron (the .005 size) which is useless to me. so, i thought a store brand archival ink pen would work just as well.
ha. ha ha. boy was i wrong. as soon as the watercolour hit that bad boy, even after the ink had been left to set overnight, it just bleed everywhere. just BLUE IN EVERY AREA, BLURRY BLUE FOR EVERYONE. so the moral here is that there really is no substitute for microns. microns or gtfo.
completely unrelated, if you like scifi comics you should really be following the stellarmass alien compendium comic
keetah is doing!
oh and i guess i should mention that next week's page will have a different setting. it's a jump ahead several hours, and so it might feel like you're 'missing' a chunk of the story. this is intentional, but because of the weekly update nature, this location change may seem confusing at first. but you won't have missed a page, and it will make sense by the end of the arc. just a warning.
for fanart this week there's some by kep
and a new fanartist, waterfan
as for me, i've been slowly working on the mite homeworld wallpaper. i want to get the wallpaper up first, followed by the planetary write-up, and hopefully i'll have at least one of those for you by next week.( i also drew some art for sokki. safe for work, but silly )
for those wondering about pet fostering, it did not work out. not any fault of the dog, but ren reacted very severely to his presence. more than to any other dog she's lived with/met/befriended. she hid and would not eat, drink, or groom herself. many people have said that she was 'secretly' eating, but i'm not sure how that could be possible considering her dish was untouched
. we finally resorted to coaxing her to eat by feeding her in the bedroom with us and letting her drink from the bathroom sink while we bathed, but she still lost a lot of weight and was not looking well at all by the end of the week. we still don't know exactly what it was about the dog that scared her more than any other dog she's met. we probably never will. but we weren't going to jepordize her life just to have a dog.
so, for her safety, the dog moved on to another foster home. it still really hurt to say goodbye to him, he was a very sweet dog. however, according to the shelter, the fact that we were willing to be the first house he'd ever gone to and reported actively his reactions to household things, his chances of being adopted are drastically increased. i guess not a lot of people are willing to give a dog that's only ever lived in a shelter/abusive conditions into their home. but because we did, and he did very well, he's now got people already lined up to see him. so even though he could not stay here, we still helped him in a small way. they'll let us know when he gets adopted.
...and then of course for an extra kick-to-the-junk from the universe, we came home and i found my elderly rat voiya had passed away in those few hours we were gone.
ren is recovering now, though. she ate voraciously for two days and is being even more clingy than usual. i doubt we'll look at another dog anytime soon, but maybe the next time we do we'll look at an older or smaller dog in hopes it will be less intimidating for her.
them's the breaks.