#[ ft. isaac ]

[orioncarnell]

@isaacapatow

[katrinaxbeauford]

She appreciated the way the man addressed Lincoln, giving him some reassurance. While Katrina herself wasn't worried, she was sure it helped the kid feel a little better. She knew Lincoln's mother, knew the woman wouldn't have gone far, and had probably already alerted security if there was any. "Thank you." Kat hummed, giving him a thankful smile. "Ah, I think he said a yellow dress?" A glance at Lincoln, who nodded. "Which you'd think would stand out, but this good weather means so many people are in dresses." The brunette mused with a lopsided smile. Lincoln then murmured something about 'books'. @isaaccalloway

Isaac looked between her and the child holding her hand, seeing the terror in is eyes. “Hey Lincoln, I’m Isaac. Don’t worry buddy we’re going to find your Mom, Alright?” He told the boy before giving his attention back to the woman. “I’d be happy to help you look. Do we know what she was wearing?” He questioned looking between them both. “Maybe she said what the plans were for the day? We can always look at where she was headed.”

[christianamor]

"Hey cutie. How about a coin for a dance, hmm?"

"It would be my pleasure, mi amor." Christian told the man, before he was placing his hands on either side of the others waist and leading him to a chair, and pushing him back to sit on it. "Any dance requests? Or are you leaving that up to me?"

[rtbyg]

hook or mr darling…

[blueathn]

Obligatory coffee shop au art

Close-ups and ramblings under the cut because I spent waaay too long on this

Welcome to my brain soup.

Disclaimer, I didn’t really plan this piece and just kept adding concepts as I went, so it’s kind of all over the place. It’s more a big patchwork of dumb ideas I got excited over, rather than a well thought-out drawing, but I like it as it is! It feels like my brain did when I was reading htn :]

1. The whole concept behind this is just "Vintage coffee ad but make it the griddlehark coffee shop au". I was aiming for cheerful but also not quite right, in a very stock photo kind of way if that makes sense. Gideon is smiling but she is not a willing participant in this. Also that coffee is cold.

I - very predictably - took inspiration from Leyendecker’s work, since his ads and posters are the first that come to my mind when I think "vintage ad", and also because I do feel like his painting technique is close to how I naturally paint. This is not meant to be a study of his style tho, I didn’t try to break it down on more than a very superficial level.

2. 3. Nothing special to say, just Gideon’s arms (her perfect biceps are hidden from view lest they cause a riot in the cafeteria). Also arm hair. I feel like it’s becoming a recurring feature in my art lol

4. I debated whether or not to add a foam skull on the coffee then ultimately decided against it. That’s one skull too many, and honestly Gideon neither has the skill nor the patience to attempt one. Let’s be real, if they let her have access to the pitcher she’d make tits. So here is your tits-free coffee, courtesy of the Cohort photoshop editors.

5. Isaac, sporting the Fourth’s blue not only in dress but also in his questionnable choice of eye makeup. They have matching haircut only so Jeanne can showcase how much better it looks on her.

6. This is where I finally have something clever-ish to say. Thoughts ! I have them ! Sometimes. So. Harrow. You can’t see it but she has a nose piercing as well - this is relevant to spreading my agenda that Harrow is full of bone (piercings, that is). Sue me, I forgot that they let her keep her face paint in this scene. Onto the actual thought process.

This is where Abigail interrupts the scene, before Harrow can catch a glimpse of barista!Gideon. Her interruption is shown by the unfinished look of this panel : the sketch lines peeking through (in a reddish hue, to mimic sanguine, the red chalk that artists used to draw sketches and studies - and also because the contrast of the colors makes it pop better against her skin) + the rendering is messier from the neck and down.

Abigail is blocking half of Harrow from view - I wanted to have her hide Harrow’s eyes and thus line of sight entirely, but I feared Harrow wouldn’t be as recognizable with more than half her face hidden, frowny eyebrows and all.

Abigail herself is meant to look out of place here, without taking too much attention away from Gideon. I drew her in a much simpler style, using a more monochromatic palette and cell shading, to contrast against the rest of the gang, where I used a lot more color variation and a more detailed & textured painting style.

That’s about all I have on this, if you got this far thank you! Your support is much appreciated. If you liked this drawing I’d be overjoyed if you reblogged it and left your thoughts in the tags/notes! I’m always happy when I read them, even just a "#nice" makes my day.

[biinju]

          tirando muleta a un lado, minju acaba cruzándose de brazos mientras le mira desde el suelo, desafiante. “ está claro que no quieres ayudarme ” sostiene sin pelos en la lengua. así le ha parecido por tono de voz empleado. “ y tampoco te lo he pedido ” ¡qué indignado suena! ¡ni que ella le hubiera rogado por una mano para luego amenazarle! lo único que quería es que no se ría. “ así que te puedes ahorrar el acto y no desperdicie su buena voluntad conmigo, buen hombre, déjeme aquí tirada y siga adelante ” musita acompañada de una sardónica sonrisa que decora sus facciones. 

            es estúpido. es infantil. una actitud de la que sólo hace alarde con su propio hermano mayor ¡lo sabe! pero se ve superada por la situación y simplemente arremete contra él, que se lo ha dejado servido en bandeja. 

accidente le tomó por sorpresa. fue en cuestión de segundos, la figura femenina terminó en el suelo e isaac solo alcanzo a observar el desastre, desde su lugar, con la confusión pintándose en su rostro. ¿le estaba amenazando? ¿en su estado? algunas arrugas se le forman entre ceja y ceja. ' tsk, estaba a punto de ofrecerte mi ayuda para levantarte pero ahora tengo miedo de que me ataques apenas me acerque contigo. ' ah, aquella no ha sido la mejor elección de palabras, traga en seco. los brazos se cruzan a la altura de su pecho, indignado. ' ¿entonces? ¿la vas a querer o no? ' su ayuda, se refiere.

[every-sanji]

[angryhornetart]

trying to get used to using a drawing tablet for the first time in years, so i made some rough sketches of the two characters i've got on my brain the most rn

[cringe-but-freee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @yeastpanini!!! 🎉🎉

Drew the prequels gang bc they deserve to nap together and your designs always make me happy!

[river-howell]

River snorted softly. "Is that a nice way of telling me that I seem as shallow as a puddle, cheri?" He quirked an eyebrow, grinning. Truthfully, he loved how interested Isaac was in his profession. And that he'd surprised him by being so deeply involved within the arts. "The business side had been passed down for generations, as I'd mentioned earlier. But the arts side came from my mother." He smiled at the thought of his favorite woman. "She's a fashion designer. I used to watch her work in her art studio and fell in love with the arts that way." He shrugged. "As far as what sets me apart... I guess because apparently I don't look like I'm into the arts." He smirked teasingly, chuckling again.

When Isaac's shirt was taken off and tossed to the side, anxiety started building in the pit of River's stomach but in the best kind of way. River watched as the other dropped to his knees, his chocolate brown eyes blown wide with lust. "More than okay, darling. Not to worry," He assured him.

With a raise of brows, a surprised look overtook Isaac’s face, when River explained his profession. He would’ve pegged River for many thing - business owner definitely suited him - but of the arts? That would certainly not have been anywhere near his first guess. “Oh wow. That’s… really impressive. I don’t know you that well yet, but I hadn’t pegged you for an art kind of guy. How’d you fall into that? Was it something you’d always wanted to do? You know, what set you apart from your peers?”

Isaac let out a soft sigh upon feeling River’s tongue against his own. A flash of wonder of what naughty things he could do with that tongue, running through his mind. An older gentleman like River usually had plenty of experience, often to much pleasure for their partner. The young brunette guessed he’d just have to wait and see. Feeling the older’s hardening approval underneath him, Isaac detatched from his lips, panting slightly, and reached down to pull his own oversized t-shirt over his head and onto the floor. Only a few seconds after, he got up from River’s lap and slid down onto his knees instead, situating himself between the client’s spread legs. “Is this okay?” He asked softly, lips pink and plump from their kissing, looking up as his hands got to work on River’s belt and pants to free his manhood.

[stayliquid]

closed starter for @angelsdvsts !! muses. bailey & isaac.

"wait, what?" the mixture of surprise and excitement at seeing her younger brother, adjusting the baby on her hip. "when did you get back into town? what are you doing here? have you seen dad?" bailey was quick to rapid fire questions at him, neglecting the fact that he had yet to meet or know about the child attached to her.

[bericas]

I guess the end is here.

[serendipitywest]

i can feel one of my turns coming on. i feel cold as a razor blade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drum...

i. one of my turns - pink floyd // ii. come wander with me - bonnie beecher // iii. childhood's end - pink floyd // iv. eleanor rigby - the beatles // v. i got you babe - sonny & cher // vi. don't take your guns to town - johnny cash

vii. hard times - ethel cain // ix. punish - ethel cain // x. family tree (intro) - ethel cain // xi. rabbit heart (raise it up) - florence + the machine

[mifithemuffin]

[ikemenlibrary]

so tired zzzzz working 6 days a week shouldn’t be allowed. zzzzzz

[littledevilinside]

her hands are pressed against her knees, and she's doubled over slightly, breathing heavily. her heart is thundering in her chest, able to hear the sound of pumping blood steady in her ears, feeling her lungs burn for the much needed oxygen that she's deprived them of for what feels like an eternity.

he looks over at her and cocks an eyebrow, and she's looking at him like she's confused before he speaks.

"woah, woah, woah… slow it down a few miles, huh? what’s going on? where’s the fire?"

she grabs his hand and starts pulling him over towards where they had an adoption event set up at the local feed store - and there were puppies galore! she feels no need to speak at this moment, instead is trying to regain her breath and steady her heartrate, before she's jumping up and down and rising it again.

"isaac! this one has eyes that matches yours!"

she says, reaching over to point at one of the smaller pups in the corner. it's got a beautiful set of blue eyes, and she swears if she could tell it's personality, it would be akin to @miidnighters. there's a smile on her face that widens when the puppy starts to wander over towards her, like she cannot believe that it wants to choose her out of all of the other potential people that are around.

"do you think i should ask if i could hold that one?"

she asks, tilt of her head as she's now breathing normally and standing upright, lifting up on her tippy toes for a brief moment only to come back down, hands clasped together in sheer excitement.