#DUDE HOW DO YOU DO AN ART PORTFOLIO

[wryrlia]

how am i supposed to post stuff when im juggling between personal commissions and planning out to do my portfolio sobbing

i dont even know how to start my porfolio and i really dont want to cram it

i really want to share oc content too <//3 and i miss drawing some fanart rahh

[foxfeast]

ok actually i don’t understand how people can create so often… if im working on a painting, i cant write, and if im writing, i cant paint…. how do some people just casually drop arts AND fics every other day?! guess ill die

[illubean]

I saw ur celebrity Iso x bakery girl post and im in LOVE

May I req an art student!Iso x reader where Iso is roommates with another guy (either Phoenix, Gekko, or Yoru) and that dude has friends over with reader being one of them and tries to go find the bathroom but instead stumbles upon Iso's art room where he's painting away and doesnt notice reader? :3

And maybe reader leaves their number without him noticing until the guests all leave🤭💜

If You Need a Muse

Characters: Li Zhao "Iso" Yu Type: Fluff, Oneshot, Gn!reader

this request has sparked something within me... how do we feel about CeramicArtist!Iso smirk emoji also I changed the req just a tad bit >.<

Warnings: none

It wasn't often that your dear friend Jamie invited you over to his home. Your little group often spent time at Sunwoo's (who prefers to be called Jett) house or showed up at Ryo's uninvited. He was always too lazy to host or feared disturbing his roommate, but today he wanted for you all to play a console game he just bought.

You sat on the floor in front of Jett, who was on the couch battling against Ryo. You watched the game on the screen as you awaited your turn, as Jamie came from the kitchen with more snacks. Jett was currently losing, yelling and leaning into Ryo in hopes of throwing his game. You laughed before looking at your brown haired friend who sat on the floor next to you.

"We're not bothering your roommate are we?"

"Nah, I don't think he's home right now."

After about another hour of playing the game and eating junk food, you needed to use the bathroom. Setting your controller down you looked over to Jamie, asking for directions to the bathroom.

"It's down the hall, first door to the right."

You nodded, getting up and going on your way to find the toilet. You stopped in front of a closed door, pushing it open to reveal NOT a bathroom. You look around, taking in the room. It was well lit, the walls decorated with paintings in various sizes. In the center of the room was an easel, and a man standing in front of it who's gaze seemed to have shifted from the piece in front of him to you. He was wearing comfortable clothes protected by an apron, a paintbrush in one hand and palette in the other.

"Oh uh- Sorry. You must be Jamie's roommate, I was just looking for the bathroom."

He offers you a small smile before returning to his work.

"No worries, it's one door over."

From where you stood you couldn't really tell what he had been painting, but what you could tell was that the man himself was a piece of art. He had beautiful purple eyes and sharp features that you could almost believe he were a marble statue come to life. After taking him and the room in for a little longer you spoke up once again.

"Your art is very beautiful."

He looks up and smiles at you again before responding.

"Thanks. I'm working on pieces for my portfolio, though I don't think anything I paint could compare to your beauty."

You were left speechless as you felt the tip of your ears burn.

"O-oh. Thank you. I'll be- uh- going now..." You stuttered out, before turning and going back to your original task.

Find and use the bathroom.

After doing your business, you returned back downstairs to find that your friends switched to watching a movie.

"Geez, you took forever in there!" Jett complains.

"Did you take a shit or something?" Ryo asks, scrunching his face up at you.

The other two laugh at his statement before you give a response.

"I don't see how any of that is your business," you huffed. Instead of rejoining your companions in the living room, you make your way into the kitchen. There was a magnetic basket stuck to the side of the fridge with pens, some memo pads and sticky notes in them. You grabbed one of the sticky notes and a pen and begin to write your note. You look around for a place to set it as your eyes land on a coffee machine.

Bingo

The machine must belong to your friend's mysterious and attractive roommate, as you knew your friend didn't really enjoy coffee all that much.

You stuck the note on the bottom of a mug sitting underneath the machine before setting it back in place and finally returning to the living room.

{timeskip}

The next morning, Li made his way towards the kitchen for his daily cup of coffee. He would be headed off to class soon and needed a bit of caffeine to start the day. Jamie had already been up, also about to leave for class. After brewing his coffee and picking up his mug, ne noticed a yellow corner of a sticky note peeking out from the bottom.

Peeling the note off, confused, he brought it up to eye level to read.

"If you ever need a muse (or wanna go out :D) call me~ XXX-XXX-XXXX (Jamie's Bathroom Friend)"

A light blush dusted his face at the note. This had to have been left by his roommates attractive friend yesterday. He was so distracted buy the number written in front of him that he didn't notice Jamie peeking over his shoulder.

"That's why they took so long in the bathroom! Hah, looks like one of my best mates likes you."

The man gave his flat mate a firm pat on the back before going about his day. The light blush on Li's face darkened in embarassment at the realization Jamie had seen what was written. Drinking his coffee, he sat down and put the note in his pocket.

He would have to put the number in his phone later.

[wonderful-writers-au]

You're just not my type Prt 3

Jock!Ethan Landry X Guitarist!F!Reader

W/C - 1.5 K

Summary - Ethan definitely has an idea about what you think about him

Warnings - just making out.

A/N - I'm so happy i'm trying to finish this rn. im also done wit the flashbacks sooo

Last part * Next part *

Request rules * Taglist request *

You slowly walk into school, your headphones over your ears, it's been a week since you've last seen Bryce and you're living for it. You practically wanted nothing to do with him and recently, someone else was definitely trying to get in with you.

Ethan, that is.

He has been interacting with you all week, talking to you, flirting with you, he even has been asking you about your guitar. You weren't used to all this male attention surrounding you. Ethan's friends were slowly talking to you, finding you interesting and asking things about you too.

But out of all of them, Ethan is the one that you seem to like the most. He seems caring and kind and nice. He was cute as hell, but you really didn't want this to be another Bryce situation where he ends up being a dick to you in five days.

You're walking and just minding your own business when someone pulls off your headphones and you turn around. Of course, it was Ethan.

"Ethan give them back!" You huff as he puts them on his head. You really wanted to go to art early. He nods his head and hums to the tune of the song just a little bit before he takes them off and puts them around your neck.

"Is that...Your own music?" He asks you, looking deeper into your eyes than anyone else ever has before. He had this strong cologne on and on top of how his hair looked it the sun, it was intoxicating to you. You wanted to rip the varsity jacket off and kiss him.

"Uh, yes, actually. It's just something I've been working on for the moment, nothing too special." You state and He nods. He smirks at you and then steps back.

"That's really good," He states, and you blush, what the hell was happening to you. In a minute you'll start giggling like a fucking schoolgirl. "Can I meet you in the music room after this class. I really want to hear you play in person." You shake your head, and he sighs. You look into his eyes for a moment and groan. "Fuck it, sure, I'll see you there."

You slowly walk away and sigh as you put your headphones over your ears. You arrive at art, being a bit over 5 minutes late, you were never late and by the way everyone was looking at you, you could tell their thinking the same. You take your headphones off and take your seat at the back.

"Gentlemen and Gentlewoman, I really want this next piece for your portfolio to really tell me about your emotions." The teacher says. You weren't one for emotions really, but maybe these new feelings for your browned haired friend could bring out some good work. "I want this to reflect what the past month has been like in about three to five paintings, show me your emotions and the journey that your emotions go through."

"What the hell." You mumble. This month for you has been terrible, except for the past week. Your friend, Casey, looks at you. He was a great artist and an even better friend; he calls you constantly.

"I know you're not good with your emotions, but you should really use your feelings for Ethan. Their only blossoming into new for you, Bryce was a shit dude. Ethan seems like he's good for you. You seem happier." That was deep as hell. What the fuck.

You will admit to yourself that you do seem happier ever since Ethan's come into your life. So maybe that party was worth it. "I don't know, he asked me to meet him after this class to get him to watch me play. I don't know if I should go." You mumble.

"Y/N. I swear to god. If you don't go, you'll wish you did because I'll legit kill you." Casey says and you groan. "Fuck you, fuck it. I'll go!" You groan.

"Yessss! Please do! He loves you! It's so obvious." Casey rolls his eyes. You roll your eyes and get up and walk away. You put on your apron and grab 3 paint brushes, a cup of water and some light blue, pastel purple and pink and yellow. That's what you felt like doing at the time anyway

You go back to your desk and sit down. You place all the objects onto the table and slump back down into your seat. You turn around with your chair and grab a canvas and paint palette.

You turn back around to your desk and place the canvas and palette down. You squeeze a little bit of each color onto the palette and wet the smallest paint brush you grabbed. You dip it into the pink paint, someone in the corner of the classroom catches your eye. You slowly take off your headphones and put them into your bag.

"I'm here for Y/N." Ethan says. Your jaw drops. What the fuck is he doing? You don't come to his basketball practice. You were painting, you're not packing up because you just started. "Why does Y/N need to come with you?"

"Something important has come up and I really need her to come with me Mrs Warner." Ethan says. He looks at you and you shake your head. "Sure, go ahead, take Y/N. I'm not fighting with 21-year-old about a girl leaving class early."

"I'll pack up your stuff." Casey smirks at you. You grab your bag and leave with him. You both walk in silence for a moment, you're finding the right words because in your head, everything you wanted to say was mixed together.

"Where are we going?" You ask. He shakes his head at you and chuckles. Fuck. He is not taking you to the studio. "By the way your face expressions are, I think you just realized." He chuckles at you. You didn't want to play for him, you were planning on not showing up. But what's the worst that can happen?

You walk with him for a moment and then you both arrive at the studio. You really weren't keen on playing for him. He opens the door and there's your guitar, in all its beauty. "Y/N. Look, if you don't want to play for me, that's fine, I don't want you to feel like you have to." He says to you, clearly it was obvious that you were nervous to play infront of him.

"No, I want too. I just haven't really played my own music in front of someone before." You mutter, you both go inside the studio, and he closes the door. You pick up the electric guitar and set it up so it can make noise from the speakers. Ethan looks at you and slowly pulls the guitar out of your hands and lightly rests it on the wall.

He grabs your hands and looks at you directly into your eyes. He slowly rubs circles into the back of your hands. He drops onto his knees, and you can't even believe this is happening to you. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Fine, fine. Don't worry about me." You whimper. He nods, clearly not convinced with your answer. He hands you back the guitar and you turn the volume up on it lightly. "Just pretend I'm not here."

You close your eyes. Fuck why is the this so damn scary. You start playing a little bit to see if it's tuned. It is and now you can't waste any more time. You slowly start with a hammer on and start playing. You play for about two minutes before you stop. Ethan's jaw is wide open and shocked.

"That's really fucking good." He mutters. You didn't know what to say. He did not just say your good. It felt like a praise. It was a praise. God, you wanted him so bad. You hand him the guitar. "Sit down, I'll give you a lesson." You say and his eyes light up. "Really?"

"Yes, now sit down before I change my mind." You sigh. He nods and sits down. The guitar is placed on his lap, and he picks it up the way you did before. He puts the strap over his shoulders. "What next ma'am?" He asks jokingly. You walk over and stand over him. You grab his hands and use your hands lead where his are going.

You let him play a little riff and then stop. He looks up at you and says "Fuck it, I cant pretend anymore." He mutters and you tilt your head.

What is he on about? Your thoughts are cut short when his lips connect with yours. Your lips move and fit perfectly together. He slides the guitar off him and places it onto the floor. You slowly move your body so you're standing basically on top of him. You slowly get pulled onto his lap and you hook your hands around his neck.

Someone opens the door, and you break the kiss to look at the person. It's the one person you did not want to talk too.

Bryce.

Taglist - @idky5

[saywhatjessie]

I know, right? Fuck you

Advent Calendar Day 5! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Gingerbread House | Campus Crush | Cooking Class  Fandom: OMG Check Please! - Pairing: NurseyDex 2.6k[Ao3]

“Do not sit next to me get up you are not sitting next to me we are not being partners for this.”

“Oh, Dexy, how you're going to wish you didn't say that. We're in my house now. You're going to need me.”

Dex pinched the bridge of his nose, refusing to even look at Nursey. “I'm going to need you like a China shop needs a fucking bull. I absolutely do not need your complete lack of finesse and your clumsiness ruining the one project that depends on structural integrity. This is a gingerbread house. I cannot submit crumbs for this.”

“And you also can't submit just plain crackers. I can decorate.”

“I can decorate.”

“You can paint walls – do that kind of construction handyman shit – but can you make it pretty?”

Dex rolled his eyes. “Let me send you my portfolio, I can show you”

“Dude, I would actually love to see an actual portfolio.” Nursey grinned. “But I just don't believe you.”

Dex sighed, sinking into his seat. This class was a mistake. Coming to college was a mistake. Dex’s whole life is a mistake. 

When Bitty had graduated, he'd passed on all of his recipes to Dex. But Dex didn't want to just live with the things Bitty had taught him, he wanted to start creating his own new things. He was captain. He wanted to leave a legacy just like Bitty had before him. And Ransom and Holster before him. and Jack before them.

So he took a cooking class.

And yeah, maybe that's kind of like doing what Bitty did, but Dex was also teaching the underclassmen how to maintain the Haus and different upkeeping abilities. And how to do their fucking taxes and pay bills on time and shit. So he was doing a legacy like that 

But he wanted the house to still have a culture of baking even after everyone who had been on the team with Bitty leaves. He wanted to teach the newbies things Bitty had never taught them. And hope that they carry on the tradition even after they were all gone.

And it was fine, he needed the credits, and it was a good break from all the staring at screens, Dex’s major required of him. 

So: a cooking class 

And Derek fucking Nurse, apparently.

“You need me,” Nursey sang, cheerfully. “Just like Holster needs a Ransom and Wicks needs the Ollie.”

Dex grunted, glancing around the room for any other potential partners. “Stop trying to shove us into the D-Man romantic trope.”

“Aw, babe!” Nursey trilled. “You've been listening to my lectures on tropes!���

Dex scowled, looking back at him, even while his ears went red. “I don't listen to you. You speak only nonsense”

Nursey blew a kiss at him and Dex looked away. 

The thing is, it wouldn't be so bad. Dex had had annoying teammates before. He's had three years to get used to Nursey: they've come out with understanding and camaraderie, and really Dex should have no problem taking this class with Nursey.

It really wouldn't be so bad. If Dex hadn't realized in preseason that he actually had a massive crush on Derek Nurse.

It was humiliating! He was such a cliche! Having a crush on his partner? His fellow D-Man? Dex would never recover. 

“Listen,” Nursey said, trying to get Dex’s attention back. “I think that we can win this whole assignment.”

Dex frowned at him. Different from his scowl. “It's not a competition.”

Nursey scoffed. “Fuck you, yes it is and you know it.”

Dex rolled his eyes but didn't argue further. It absolutely was a competition. 

“You're the structure guy,”Nursey continued. “I'm sure you can figure out a way to make sure our gingerbread house can stand and look cool. I'll come up with the concept and decorating.”

“I don't know if I trust you to decorate, Nurse.”

“Fuck you, I do art.”

“But have you ever dealt with a piping bag?” Dex asked.

Nursey waved this office unimportant 

Dex sat up straighter. “No, fuck you, if we're working together then you've got to train. Bitty still left a bunch of stuff in the kitchen so you can practice.”

Nursey raised an eyebrow. “You're going to have me doing lines? For real?”

Dex shrugged, leaning back and crossing his arms. Everyone else was paired up already – Dex was going to have to work with Nursey whether he like it or not. But he wasn’t gonna come quietly.

“I could always decorate it,” he said, casually. “I trained under Czar Bittle. I could probably do a half dece decoration job. 

Nursey was incensed. “No fuck you I am the creative spirit this is going to be my job.”

Dex smirked. “Then yes, you’re training. I'll sit with you and do mock-ups of structures so we can brainstorm while you practice. That way it won't feel like wasting time.”

“Oh, Dexy,” Nursey said, already over his rage. “That's really fucking tender. We're such a power couple.”

“You're an asshole.” Dex said, grabbing his coat and turning toward the front of the room so he could sign them up. “Start brainstorming concepts so I can start doing mockups. I’ll see you later.”

Dex sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose again. “I honestly don't know what I expected.”

Nursey beamed, rocking on his feet. “This is going to be cool and you fucking know it.”

Faber. Nursey wanted to do Faber. 

“It's just gonna be a building with a domed roof.”

Nursey nodded, excitedly. “But what if we could take off the roof and then there are little stands and ice and little us inside?”

“Why do you insist on making my life so difficult?” Dex looked at the ceiling. 

Nursey was not deterred. “This is going to be cool and you fucking know it!”

Dex sighed again but he was already thinking about schematics: about how to make this oval building out of gingerbread. How he would tackle a domed roof, especially if it needed to be removed. 

It was a fun challenge. And he was pretty sure Nursey knew that. 

“Well, you better get to work, Nurse,” Dex started, shoving Nursey toward the kitchen. “That's a lot of straight lines and circles you've signed yourself up for.”

Nursey grinned, allowing himself to be shepherded. “But the good news is, if I'm making cookie versions of us, I could probably just paint their faces. And I've got a lot of experience painting our faces.”

Dex rolled his eyes. “They're going to be too small for you to get any level of detail on them. Just make sure you get our numbers right and people will get it.”

Nursey pouted. “Steal my fun.”

“Don't write checks your skills can't cash, Nurse.” 

Nursey grinned in a feral, challenged kind of way. Dex bit his tongue so he wouldn't grin back. “I'll show you skills I can cash.”

They spent hours in that kitchen practicing. It was insane: they had never spent this much time on a school project before. No one was dedicating this much time to this gingerbread project. It wasn't even a final. 

But, as with most things with Nursey and Dex, it became a competition. A challenge of their skills. And they both wanted to win. 

Dex made several batches of gingerbread to see which ones were the most delicious, retained the most structural integrity, and would still melt in your mouth after the snap. He played around with flavor: he didn’t want it to be just straight gingerbread. They were doing the ice rink, so he wanted to invoke the feeling of the ice. He was trying for a chocolate peppermint gingerbread to try and give the tasters cold. 

There was a lot of trial and error, for which Chowder the Tadpoles, the Waffles, and the latest Frogs were very grateful. Nursey refused to eat any of the trial gingerbread. He refused to settle for anything less than perfection. And he wanted to be surprised. 

Nursey, meanwhile, binged several cookie decorating tutorials: learning about flood consistencies, piping tips, and wet on wet techniques that made Dex blush when Nursey described them. It wasn't even a sensual thing, Nursey just got really passionate about wet on wet. 

After the first few days, Nursey refused to show Dex his progress. He insisted that his work should be a surprise to Dex the same way Dex’s was going to be to him. Dex let it happen. Even if it did mean he had to miss Nurse’s company in the kitchen. 

They still had to submit a final gingerbread house for grading, and they were allowed to use school kitchens if they wanted. Nursey and Dex mutually decided that this was something they needed to do out of the Haus so they were doing it bake off style: Marathon baking event in the school kitchens right before judging. Or, grading. 

They made a battle plan, baking schedule, blueprint, and Chowder had even bought the magic aprons with their numbers on them.

They were fucking ready for this.

They were gonna fucking crush it.

Dex refused to pull his face out of his hands. “I can't believe you fucking dropped it. I can't believe I let you carry it. I can't fucking believe this.”

“Relax, they're not going to deduct any points,” Nursey said, pacing the abandoned classroom they’d stopped in. “Luckily we documented well enough that they could see it before judging. And they did end up tasting it and you got full marks!”

“They took pity on us,” Dex said, his voice echoing in his hands. “That was a pity lack of deductions.”

“Yeah, and thank God for that. Can you cry on demand or is that only when it looks like your grade is falling down the tubes?”

Dex lowered his hands enough so Nursey could see the glare he shot him. “I didn't cry. Those were tears of murderous rage.”

Nursey shrugged. “Tears are tears, babe.” 

Dex dropped his whole head to the table, his hands coming up behind his neck to lace together in total defeat. 

He heard Nursey sigh and sit down beside him. “It's really not that bad,” he started, his shoulder bumping into Dex’s. When Dex refused to respond, Nursey put his head down next to Dex’s, his fingers tugging at the elbow of Dex's hoodie. “I am sorry, though,” he said, softly. “I asked you to trust me and then I fucked it up. You can't be mad for real because then I have to feel like shit for real. And I don't want to feel like shit for real. So please don't be actually mad.”

Dex sighed again, turning his head on the table so he could look at Nursey. He had to blink a little bit because Nursey’s face was closer than he'd expected. “I'm not mad. Or I am mad but not at you. This is too stupid to be mad about.”

Nursey smiled, his cheek pressed to the linoleum of the table. “It really was kind of a spectacular drop. Buttercream everywhere.”

“It was a good buttercream,” Dex admitted, grudgingly. Nursey grinned wider, rocking his body into Dex’s. 

“No, I’m serious about those cookies,” Nursey said. “So cool how chill they were. Like it tasted like cold.”

“That's just peppermint,” Dex said, fondly. “It's a very common phenomenon.”

“Take the compliment, Poindexter.”

“But there were so many other good things to compliment,” Dex argued. “What about my dome, Nurse? Did you see my fucking dome? A dome out of gingerbread is insane and I should be in architectural digest for that.”

“Probably,” Nursey said. “Too bad there's no proof of your dome.”

“The dome would have survived the fall if you hadn't tripped and sat on it, Nurse.” Dex glared. He’d never meant a glare less. “It was a very structurally sound dome.”

“Well now my ass is covered in frosting,” Nursey said, glaring an equally meaningless glare back. “So I guess we both lost something.”

Dex huffed a disbelieving laugh and shook his head. He sat up with a groan trying to gather his bearings, frosting smeared all down his front. 

“I have to call Bitty,” he mused, picking at some crusted frosting on his pants. “I need him to tell me that I'm a good boy and did a good job. Bitty will save me in this moment.”

Nursey shrugged, also sitting up. “I can tell you you're a good boy and did a good job.”

Dex pulled a face so horrified it made Nursey laugh. 

“Okay well damn,” he chuckled. “No good boys for you then.”

“I'm not going to apologize,” Dex said. “Bitty is the only person in the Haus who could ever pull off a good boy. He just has that energy. And you definitely fucking don't.”

Nursey raised and eyebrow. “You've been thinking about my energy, Dexy?”

“I don't have to think about it,” Dex said, looking down at his hands as he wiped them down his chest.  “I live with it. Have been living with it. For three years.”

Nursey hummed. “But I'll bet you still think about it,” He smirked. 

Dex rolled his eyes, refusing to answer. 

Nursey laughed, standing up and grabbing Dex's arms so he would stand up too. “Come on. Let's go home. We should get cleaned up and tell the boys how it went.”

Dex grunted, getting his feet back under him. “They’ll probably demand we made them another one.”

Nursey smiled. “I wouldn't mind. Feels good to work together with you. Not on the ice.”

Dex smiled, pulling them both toward the doors, leading them out and home. “Is that what we've needed all this time? A common goal?”

“A shared desire,” Nursey agreed, winking. 

Dex rolled his eyes. “Why do English majors make things sound more poetic for no reason?”

“Well the reason is that I am a poetry major,” Nursey laughed. “But I was actually just clarifying. Because I think there are desires- other desires- we share.”

“What's that?”

“Pretty sure you want to kiss me right now.”

Dex froze, his arm going stiff under Nursey’s where he was still holding it.

Nursey didn't back off, his hand running further up Dex’s arm to hold the back of his neck. 

“Shared's desire,” Nursey smirked, close enough Dex could feel the warmth of his breath. “I want you to kiss me too.”

Dex took in Nursey's smirk and searched for a comeback. Maybe tease him about how presumptuous that was. Rib him about why it took so long. Shoot back something clever about Nurse’s use of the word desire. 

Instead, he just fucking kissed him. 

Nursey clearly hadn't been expecting that. He'd expected this little game of cat versus mouse to go on just a little bit longer. Dex grinned into the kiss, glad to have the upper hand for once. 

Nursey was breathing hard when Dex pulled away, each burst coming out in a big white cloud. It had gotten much colder over the course of the day. 

Dex brought Nursey in closer, his arm going around his waist. He'd heard Nursey complain a lot about the cold. 

He nodded once at Nursey, turned them both towards the Haus and started walking again. 

Nursey’s brain came back online after a few hundred feet. “Just like that?”

“Yep,” Dex agreed. “You really didn't need to join my cooking class just to get me to kiss you. You should really learn to be more chill.”

Nursey laughed the rest of the way home. 

[scourgefrontiers]

have you seen the discourse on sonic twitter about stanley and whether its alright for her using 3d models for the comics or not

if u think i look at twitter discourse--especially SONIC TWITTER discourse--youve got another thing coming LOL i dont look at my timeline at all hell no

but. sighs. because im the fucking yapper im going to weigh in without having seen any of the context but instead taking wild guesses at what the context is so here we go

manga artists and webtoon artists use 3d models all the fucking time so normally and its not an issue. why is this any different. using 3d models is a great way to speed up the art process which is REALLY HELPFUL when youre, say, putting together a wholeass issue of a comic that has a deadline

related to ^ whats. wrong. with using 3d models for help????? thats what theyre for???????? AJLSDFKSLD like dude for my last portfolio critique i was told to literally Use The Game Models for reference on how to draw the characters' proportions. the critic is an actual for real idw artist. thats advice str8 from the source

shes literally evan stanley she can do what she wants as far as im concerned like str8 up shes earned this lmfao

sonic fans really wanna be mad about every fucking thing huh. man get a hobby that doesnt involve getting angry at cartoon hedgehog media im too tired for this

[france-the-third]

Guys is this a scam?? Or do they genuinely think this is a good business model??

Or do they suck that badly at conversation I guess

The messages:

[random name as url, account is empty and the pfp is some girl seen from behind.]

The name starts with a C so that shall be their name here:

Followed you 2 days ago

(usually when someone follows my main acc they get in my notifs by liking/rbing something recent or my pinned so I remember their existence, C, other than following me, did not interact in the slightest)

C: Hiya!

C: How's everything going with you?

Me: Hi? I'm good but who are you?

C: Actually I like your pfp thats why I message you

Me: Oh, well ty!

(i made the pfp on my main :] )

C: ofc

C: Well do you play video games?

(why are you trying to start a conversation as if we were trying to find things in common, if you really just messaged me about a pfp either that's it end of convo or ask a question like, idk, where'd you find it or something)

Me: Not really, sorry

C: Ahh Alright

C: Well do you have any favorite charecter? (ouch the spelling)

Me: Depends what media but yeah! Do you know the Enchanted Forest Chronicles?

(amazing books, love 'em)

C: Let me check

C: I saw this charecter?

C: Charecter*

(there is no difference between those words and that is haunting me now)

Me: If there's a pic I'm afraid I can't see it?

C: Alright

C: Well do you like digital artwork?

(what is this way of making conversation)

Me: Depends on the style but yeah it's both fun to look at and do!

C: Actually I am an artist and I can do paid commission

(commisionS please 😭 - that's not that bothering usually it's just since I'm typing it out that it's bothering me lol)

(this is the point where I was like ... Is this supposed to be a good way to find customers???)

C: Can I show you my portfolio?

Me: If you want me to be able to actually commission anything you'd have to wait a few years but sure go for it!

(dude /gn I can't pay but yeah show me your art!!! <- applicable to anyone btw, i love seeing people's art)

C: Wdym?

Me: I'm a minor and have no way of paying online?

(My parents are already sort of skeptical of etsy, and they're paying for me to go to art school next year; if I asked to buy an artist's merch they'd already be skeptical but asking to buy someone's art would just get me a "can't you just make it yourself?")

C: Can you use your parents account?

(Just realized it's not even 'can you ask your parents' but 'can you use their account'. I'm probably reading too much into this, but no i'm not going to use my parents' credit cards online without telling them??)

Me: Nope

Me: That's kinda part of the "I can't pay online" thing

And then i came here lol

I'd like to point out that I love meeting new people on here, and talking about stuff we both like, especially art! But already getting messages from empty tumblrs is weird, but then they bring up after only a few messages "hey you can pay me for this thing btw" and idk what this is 😭

[deadend-if]

Okay look,, this was a lot longer than I planned it to be,, it was supposed to be half the length it is now, but oh well 💪😔

Anyway, I said I would post it today so here it is, the first of (possibly) many short stories. 💥💥

Santi's apprenticeship short story (under the cut)

There's nothing wrong with being a little early. Making a good impression on their mentor is more important than any discomfort from the blazing sun and honking cars. June Ko was someone Santi had been following for years, this is a dream come true. Her art style was something they always admired. The tattoos she creates move flawlessly with every curve and ridge of the body. They're bold, sharp, and elegant in a way Santi can only hope to recreate one day. The only reason they're not as nervous as they probably should be is, well, they've met her before. Evidence of their meeting is permanently etched on their body. They instinctively trace the dancing swirl of black and grey smoke that wraps around their body from shoulder blade to forearm. It weaves around a wilting bouquet of butterfly jasmine on their bicep. It cost them a pretty penny, but they don't regret a single cent.

This meeting was their first step into finally doing what they've been wanting to do for years. Even during their college years, art was the only thing on their mind. Now, after too long, they can finally prove that their fine arts minor wasn't pointless.

Santi checks their watch, sleek with brown leather and black accents. It was a graduation gift from their grandfather and about the same price as one month's rent. Santi pulled at the earrings on their left earlobe. Guilt prickles down their shoulders as they picture his disappointment, ceaseless in its haunting. He expected more, but what else was there to give?

A shout breaks their train of thought, whipping their head around at the sound of a slamming car door.

“Is that you, Vega? You're way early, dude.”

Oh, shit. Was that not right? Santi blanked for a second, thinking up a response as June leisurely made her way over. Strike one. They didn't think 10:45 was that early.

“Nothin’ better to do. Just thought I'd get a head start,” they finally respond after what feels like an eternity of June twirling her keys on her finger. They check their watch again as their new mentor unlocks the door. It's only been a minute. This day is far from over.

A bell jingles on their way in, and the first thing June does is flip on the lights. They flicker before settling into a bright, sterile white, illuminating the concrete floor and exposed brick walls. The shop is sectioned off with half-walls just past the front desk. Checkered tiles cause Santi’s boots to echo in the open space and they stand for a moment, taking it all in. They’ve been to a handful of different tattoo shops. It never gets old to see frames upon frames of art and knick-knacks stacked over the walls. The old-fashioned feel of Velvet Ink has got to be one of their favorites.

“Did you bring your portfolio? Tell me what you've been up to since we last talked.” June doesn't waste any time weaving through the lounge, grabbing a single folding chair leaning on the side of the wall beside the red leather couch. She doesn't need to look back to see if Santi is following, they trail after her like a lost puppy.

“I got it right here-” they lift their shoulder bag in emphasis, “I've been practicing on fake skin since we spoke, I have a few I wanted to show you, but they're nothing huge.”

“Wow, you're on that shit, huh? Sounds about right, knowing you.” June chuckles as she sifts through her desk. She swipes a few things into a drawer, making space for Santi's portfolio.

“Okay, hand it over. Let's see what you've added.”

“It's not that much-”

“I didn't ask how much it was, kid, I asked you to hand it over,” she retorts, tapping the table. Santi sits down in the folding chair June dragged over and begins to sift through their bag. They feel a twinge of annoyance, smothered by embarrassment. They haven't been called kid in a long time, but seeing the peppering of grey in her long black hair makes them feel a little less patronized.

Instead of responding, Santi dropped the binder on June's desk. They dug around for a few of the fake skin sheets. When they pulled it out, June took it, her thumb tracing a circle to feel the texture. She huffed in amusement but didn’t comment. It's not like they bought the expensive stuff, just a cheap machine kit, black ink, and a few sheets of fake skin. They learned only to buy the nice stuff once they could actually draw a line without ripping through the material. Having a heavy hand while sketching never bothered them, but it's a nightmare when tattooing.

“Looks good for a first attempt,” she said, breaking the silence of the empty shop. June traced a finger down some of the darker portions. She admires the piece depicting an animal skull, a bear, being carefully cracked down the middle by human fingers on either side.

“You need to be lighter in some places, but your art is beautiful. You have a real understanding of technique, but it won't transfer to the body the way you're thinking it will.”

That's high praise coming from someone as skilled as June, Santi gives her a weak smile as they tug their tongue piercing with their teeth. They spend another half an hour discussing their art with June and getting a very short lesson on how to use the transfer paper printers in the shop.

The bell rings in the front as two people walk in, nudging each other and laughing up a storm. Santi sits up straighter to get a better look. It then clicks that they both work here, their profiles are on Velvet Ink's website. The both of them have unique styles from what they can remember.

The taller one with short, choppy blonde bangs, known as Sawyer, has a neo-traditional style. They use a lot of bright colors and bold lines, their style is something Santi has never considered having a tattoo of, but they couldn't help but attempt a few neo-traditional artworks after they spent almost an hour scrolling through their social media.

The other artist dabbles in many styles, but they're popular for their watercolor tattoos. Santi thinks idly that her multicolored pastel hair makes her look exactly as her art does. What was her name again? It was a flower, that's for sure. Lily, maybe? They can't remember.

June greets the both of them as they walk in, and they cheer her name in sync.

“June! Is that your new apprentice?” Sawyer asks, B-lining it over to them.

“Yeah, Sawyer, Iris, meet Santi-” June gets quickly interrupted by who they now know as Iris.

“Woah! That’s sick, can I see that?” She leans over the half-wall, pointing to the many sheets of artwork on June’s desk.

“You alright with that, kid?”

“Yeah, go for it, some of them are kind of old though,” Santi gathers a few of their favorite pieces in their clammy hands and passes them over to Iris, they can only hope she didn’t notice them shaking. Sawyer peaks their head over her shoulder to make their own assessment at the same time, reaching over and pointing out a few details. Santi can’t see them from where they sit, so they wait (im)patiently for them to finish their appraisals.

“Huh, you took classes, didn’t you?” Sawyer has their eyebrows raised, seemingly impressed by what they see.

“I got a minor in fine art, yeah.”

“I can tell, this is some good stuff, let me know if you need a canvas-” their striking green gaze pans to the torn-up fake skin, “actually, on second thought, I’ll wait a bit longer on that.”

“Ah, I’ve got a heavy hand,” Santi responds, sheepishly tugging on their septum piercing with a wide grin.

“That's fine! You’ll just need tougher clients,” Iris jokes with a wink.

“Don’t give them any ideas, Iris. It’s their first day,” June cuts in, fondly exasperated with her coworkers.

“Just because they’re new, doesn’t mean they get any special treatment. Isn’t that right, Sawyer?” For a moment, Sawyer stares off into the distance as Iris pats their forearm with a cheeky grin. They grow quiet when June doesn’t respond right away. She looks at the practice design from earlier, something soft smooths the crow’s feet around her eyes. There’s a flutter in Santi’s stomach, making a home right below their ribcage as June traces the lines for a second time.

“You’ll get used to it, Santi. I have no doubt you’ll fit right in,” June says, and Santi can’t help but agree.

[hauntingofhouses]

i think fandoms can be soooo ridiculous a lot of the time (see: all the nonsensical fan wars, discourse, etc) but i cannot understate how much i actually love fandoms.

like yeah it may be super nerdy and even cringe and outsiders look at it like "why tf do you care about these fictional characters so much?"

but 1) my field is literally..... literary studies..... in which all i do is study fiction and analyse it like an insane person, and 2) even if that WASN'T my field, thinking about the stories we consume is important even for any person to do, because thinking about stories exercises our brain to think critically!! why do you think our ancestors used stories as a medium to share knowledge, to propagate moral values and lessons? stories—telling them, thinking about what they're saying, and caring about the characters within them—are all inherent to the human experience!!!

so that brings me to fandom. because we are literally just making these little communities with each other based on our shared love for a particular story, and for a particular character or theme within them that resonated with us, or whatever. we're all here because we loved a thing so much that we built connections from it!!!

like yeah my irl friends laugh at me when i tell them i write fanfic, cuz ha ha what a nerd what a loser etc, but dude. i made genuine real friendships from fandom alone. from just obsessing over two characters we thought were cute together, we've gone to sending each other gifts and postcards and having voice calls and confiding in each other and sharing parts of us and our personal lives and our cultures (cuz we're all from different countries) with each other! like now i don't even share a fandom with most of my old fandom friends anymore but we still stick by each other and that's amazing???

also like, i cannot emphasise enough how amazing and encouraging it is to share your craft (art/writing/etc) with others in fandom. because for example if i make my own personal art or write my own original work, i'd have no one to share it to, no one interested to see it, and thus no one will be there to provide feedback or encouragement.

but if i post a piece of fan art or fanfic, people actually do see the work i post and care about the craft and the content it's depicting and even share their thoughts on it and that ??? is so motivating and lovely ??? because even though i make art for myself, art is still meant to be shared and seen at the end of the day—even if only with one person. so to be given the means of sharing our art in such a way, to have such a community that fosters so much creativity, it's amazing. i don't really get that anywhere else.

and especially to have this in like, a casual setting, you know, where you can just be yourself and do things according to your own time and energy without the pretenses of professionalism and a perfectly curated resume or portfolio, and all the confines of a rigid work schedule, which would all make the process of creation less fun and less genuine, and instead just more taxing and chore-like.

because fandom is essentially meant to be about doing what's fun for you! it's about sharing your creations and enjoying what others share with you. you make friends and you go ham with it.

and also it's why it's more frustrating when people take things too seriously and legitimately get upset over assumptions of other people's beliefs and hold the most minor grievances that could only be felt if you're like, chronically online.

but on that note, there are definitely still honest-to-god bad people in fandom spaces too (see: racists, TERFS, homophobes, groomers, harassers, etc). but that's the case with all communities, because bad people are always going to exist, and thus statistically speaking, the bigger a group or community is, higher chances are there's gonna be some awful people in there. but honestly that is its own can of worms and also that's not what this post is about, but i felt it necessary to address because i don't want to paint fandom as like, the best thing ever in the world, because fandom spaces are incredibly flawed, as everything is.

but i've always been one to appreciate things despite its flaws. and though this may be very personal to me, when i love things so much, i am still willing to stick around and try to change the culture around it in the ways that i can (like promoting internet safety measures, creating safe spaces for thoughtful and polite discussion, raising awareness on harmful stereotypes and fandom depictions or opinions, etc).

so regardless of the bullshit that online fandom spaces tend to perpetuate, i do very much still love the way that fandom allows me to connect with folks over something as silly as our little blorbos, and from there end up making life-long friends, or at the very least new acquaintances. insert reinforcement of my thesis statement about stories fostering human connection here. the end. send post.

[freebooter4ever]

People: "success happens when you follow what you love to do! Don't do what is popular! Make the art you want to make!"

Me: spends 8+ months experimenting with a new curve based sculpting style that mimics how i see in three dimensions when i draw, and then turns it into a hockey player because i love his face enough to push me towards where i want to go for a high level of likeness. and I get to stare at photos of him for hours.

People: "Not that."

People: "Our game has robots, you have robots in your portfolio right?"

People: "All these dudes have portfolios full of robots to choose from. Their style is gritty, and dark, and masculine. They work on what they love and they love robots like us and like every single gaming company out here. we're going to hire one of them instead. We can just already envision their portfolio robots being our robots in our game, you must understand why we are rejecting you. Yes we know the careful attention to detail in the hockey under armor mimics exactly the hard surface sculpting required in the semi-organic forms of video game robots. And we know understanding how to craft appeal into the form of the gear and the specific arc of each curve is also identical to making appealing robots. But he's still a hockey player. He's not a robot. Sorry. We'll keep your portfolio on file."

[goodlouse]

DUDE YOUR SITE LOOKS SO GOOD!!!!!!!

if i can ask, as someone who wants to make my own website, can you tell me a little about how you personally went about it?

especially the people being able to buy art from your website thing, i got a lil confused trying to implement that :")

if you dont want to ten id love to just hear about your fav part of your website!

THANK YOU!! im ngl i caved to youtuber partnerships and bought a squarespace sub, which i've found easy enough to use (and easy enough to google about when im stuck). i was originally considering shopify or bigcartel, but I also needed a more professional portfolio for applying for work and conventions - it made sense to go for a website that'd do both!

[kapi-tanka]

If you don't do commissions what artistic work you do? I want to get an art related job too but I don't really know how and where to start :(

oh well. i'm sorry but honestly i don't think i can help much since my experience is very specific to russian-speaking communities plus i'm very lucky in terms of upbringing. my mom's an editor and my dad worked as a designer for a long time. they passively taught me a lot of stuff and kind of presented me to my first clients back in the day, plus i've always had to do small things for their own projects too. at this point i just know a bunch of other editors, authors and designers who recommend me to people they know. sometimes new people find my behance portfolio and contact me. i also read a bunch of chats/pages where people post art/design vacancies. but connections were my bread and butter the whole time. i don't even have an art degree, only word of mouth and skill and uhh i also can't say i recommend my field?? i mostly do vector stuff and, to put it lightly, it's boring. the most fun stuff i did was children's book illustration/children's and pedagogical periodics but i feel like it's an overpopulated field in russia and they rarely pay well my current job is okay, though it's very tech and business oriented. their current theme is autopiloted aircrafts lmao. very fun objects to draw, you have no idea, anon. the "best" part is that i have to understand the principles of all the stuff i draw about to depict them properly and to convey the basic concept behind them. i'm not an expert by all means but somehow i end up working on such projects (the worst time was when i had to make infographics on nanotubes and carbon, etc., it was very stressful and scientists weren't great at explaining stuff to dumbasses regular people like me lol). but in my experience this field isn't as crowded as children's illustration since not as many artists want to draw shit like. geodesic drones. i've also had my fair share of corporate vector art. was relatively easy for me (i'm good at adjusting to company artstyles and i like drawing people) but it didn't feel right (imagine drawing APPEALING and ENGAGING pictures on taxes in singapore plus you're an anti-capitalist plus everybody in art community hates how it looks and you just kinda have an existential crisis every single time you draw a smiling dude in a suit)

so yeah. i do lots of labor i don't really enjoy/want to do and i kinda got used to it by adding stuff i find appealing to my work illustrations (such as people, interesting compositions, fun details), BUT i hope you'll find something that suits you personally and something that will bring you joy. good luck!!! (my work doesn't suck 24/7 though, i just tried not to sugar-coat it)

[thessalian]

Thess vs AI

So, the SAG-AFTRA deal with Replica.

I posted a link about this yesterday, and reblogged several more, but it's something that's massively on my mind. Mostly because it frustrates the hell out of me on so many levels.

Like, this came up in one of the subreddits I follow, and there was this one guy there going on and on and on about how he wanted this exact thing - he wanted to buy voices like art assets because he couldn't afford to hire voice actors and wanted to "realise his dream". And obviously he didn't want to turn around to uni students who might do it for a portfolio reel, some pizza and a promise of a cut of the profits (if any, because seriously, like fuck is this dude's asset-flip bullshit going to sell to any massive degree); he wanted real actors ... except not, because you're not getting real acting out of a computer. (And I'll go back to that point in a minute.)

But ... I have stories that I'd love to turn into games. Thing is, though? If I can't afford actual actors to voice this shit, I will do without voices! A lot of games have done that and done pretty damn well, all things considered! Hell, Dredge has, like, two or three acknowledging noises and the entire rest of the thing is text only. Being able to work within your resource limits to create something wonderful is just ... how you do it, when you're being creative. Everything from movies to cookery demonstrate to us time and time again. So expecting to be able to buy someone's voice off a virtual shelf and plug it into your game just because you can't "realise your vision" without a voice actor voicing a thing? That's just cheap cop-out bullshit.

Going back to the point about real acting - it really grinds my gears that voice actors aren't actually considered actors by a depressing percentage of people. Like, again we have Reddit (sometimes I have to see what the non-Tumblr version of the internet looks like so I can cozy back up into my blanket fort and be glad I curate my online experience so well) going, "There are only just a very few voice actors, right?" when stating how this is fine because it's not going to affect that many people. Which ... dude. There are only a few famous ones that you know about. There are a surprising number of people who make their livings doing "additional voices" in video games and three lines of "shop clerk" or "third soldier from the left" in Western cartoons and anime dubs. It's the same problem actors have - so many people think that the only actors that exist are the really famous ones, not the ones who are doing whatever bit parts they can to pay rent and hopefully find a line on a better role at some point.

Also ... I guess it's a bit like how too many people don't consider actors who are predominantly in sci-fi, fantasy, horror, anything that isn't "serious cinema" as "real actors". When I personally respect those actors an awful lot. I'm sorry - you've got people expressing a mix of fear and defiant rage while staring at the fucking tennis ball standing in for the big-ass demon they won't see until the final cut of the movie. How can you not give that props? Similarly, voice actors are giving those performances to a blank wall. To use our most recent epic example, you've got Astarion giving those lines - everything from debonair malice to barely-controlled terror-pleading to pure trust and gratitude - to a wall. In a little soundproof room. He made up all that - everything he needed to - in his head, and he gave those lines, and it was epic.

A computer cannot do that. I've heard some of Replica's AI voices. Gods, they're awful. Maybe - maybe - you could get that shit for "reactive NPCs" (although I'd personally hate that; even if it was done right, it feels creepy ... and I get a kick out of wandering around a major city covered in blood and nobody appearing to notice, thanks), but it'd still be awful. And you couldn't do it with main characters. Or if you did (and you know some of these awful companies would try), it'd be just awful. We're a long way away from a nuanced performance from a computer.

I respect artists because of the work they put in. Hell, I'm one of them. I see the phrase "AI DM" (yes, one of D&D Beyond's things was talking about a VTT with the potential for an AI DM), and I shudder because ... have they met a D&D group? Ever? At all? How could an AI determine "rule of cool"? Just ... ugh. The idea of an AI scripting TV shows or writing novels ... as a writer, it makes me sick. And actors? They hardly get any respect as it is unless they're some of the big names who do Serious Cinema (or make a hell of a lot of money); this is just shitting all over them even worse. What happens to the next generation of voice actors if greedy-ass corporations give the little roles that most VAs cut their proverbial teeth on to a fucking computer?

I hate it. I keep saying - the whole thing about automation was that it was supposed to let machines do the grunt-work while humans created art, and now it's the other way around as art is considered "just another saleable commodity". So ... maybe it's not that video games stopped being considered art, as I was thinking awhile ago. Maybe it's just that art itself stopped being art, because the money-makers are chewing it up into one big spitball of off-grey blech and throwing it at a wall.

[visceravalentines]

okay so like fun stuff- i wanna try getting into tattooing and i’m going to a place tomorrow to show this guy my little art portfolio and i’m scared ah but thought you might find that cool yanno little update on me😭 how’s your writing going!!! and how are you!!

(also will definitely be reading some of your bo fics later to calm my nerves 💀)

Ahhhhh best of luck to you!! That's so exciting!

I'm doing pretty good, been busy at work and ready for nice weather. Never enough time to write per usual.

Ty for the update my dude 💕

[cuban-being]

I was trying to find old photos to use for art projects tonight. I have thousands of negatives, most of which I never developed. I did develop my own back then, but it’s a process and takes a lot of time when you do it yourself. Now I can do this with my scanner, without the vinegar smelling chemicals and all that. I found 5 portraits that I took of my first fiancé and hadn't developed. One of them is so great, everything about it, her black mod turtleneck, but especially the expression on her face. I wish I could show you guys but she’s a big shot in the business world today and so her privacy. But I have an idea of how I can use it in a collage. 

To the 3 photos, I’m pretty sure the sink was from a nasty place we stayed at while on the US tour with the band. The girl was someone I knew who asked me to take pictures of her for a portfolio or something. I chose the upstairs of a transmission shop my friend’s father owned. I darkened her face. The last photo was of my car being driven by my friend Pam and some other dude I knew.

[zumpietoo]

Moar entertainment “journalists” whining on twitter about how what’s actually their hobby doesn’t pay well and the meanie publications “aren’t concerned about their mental health”.....dudes, OFC they aren’t, why TF would you ever think they are/would be?

Again, you do this for access/screeners/attention....maybe be a bit less self important and peeps will have moar sympathy for you....tho, TBF, kinda the same as any other creative seeking to build a “portfolio”, except yours isn’t exactly “art”