#GAAAAHHH I NEED DRAWING IDEAS

[zerothisnero]

Trying to get my brain rolling again for Ben arg art

This is all I got rn 😔✊️

[mitkitty]

I wish i could draw better so i could doodle my ocs with the turtles. Theyre so cute in my head i need to share my headcanons and ideas, gaaaahhh

[the-nerd-writer]

Ohiyo my friend! Would you mind writing something for a future s/o who starts to trace Hanzo's tattoo while he's meditating one day?

Hi friend! Thank you so much for this request, I had a lot of fun portraying Hanzo in this piece! I hope that you enjoy as well!

Beautiful Sights- A Hanzo Shimada (Hanzo) x Reader Fic

Content Warning: Romantic aspects.

Word Count: 774

The faint breeze pressing against your skin smelled of nothing in particular; the most beautiful scent of all. Hanamura was a quiet sanctuary of beautiful sights– that is, when it wasn’t being used as a war zone between opposing factions. The strong oak tree that you leaned upon must have been growing for fifty or sixty years, its mighty branches reaching down to protect your eyes from the shade… and give you a perfect view of the ideal drawing model.

Hanzo Shimada often spent his time meditating in Hanamura, allowing his wound-up muscles to breathe, and his mind hone in on what was to be expected of him on his next mission. In the open air, his physical form needed not bother him as much as his mind did, so he usually slid into a soft patch of grass and gazed upon the wonders that Hanamura had to offer. This offered you the perfect opportunity to examine and sketch Hanzo’s elaborate tattoos splayed across his left shoulder. The strong textures and bold outlines fascinated you, and you simply had to try to recreate their splendor on paper.

First pulling out a pencil, you began to sketch the solid square-styled spiral on his left breast. The way that the edges found such definition despite being in the middle of such a wild piece of art surprised you, so after tracing the large marks, you pulled out a small bottle of india ink and a quarter inch brush, dipping the utensil into the vial and beginning to fill in the outline… perfect! No splash over whatsoever. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you glanced up to see the curious eyes of Hanzo Shimada gazing back at you.

“Gaaaahhh-hi, Hanzo! B-beautiful day out today, isn’t it?” You hysterically chuckled, whirling the sketchbook into your knapsack and leaning forwards to pull his attention away from your art. It wasn’t working.

“Hello, my dear friend. What was that that you were working on?” Hanzo smiled, his auburn eyes peering over at your bag.

“Hmm? What? Ohhh, that! Right, yes, well, um, you see…” Your stammering was interrupted by the archer as he rose up, sauntered over to the tree that you sat under, and plopped down next to you. His skin glistened with a soft layer of moisture as he gestured towards your rucksack, his eyebrows raising as if to ask May I take a look? With a small sigh, you slumped your head down in defeat and raised your hand up in a nonchalant fashion. Hanzo’s callused hands pulled back the leather strap and pulled out your well worn sketchbook, its cover enveloped in ink smudges and dirt marks. Flipping through the pages, you could see his brows soften, and his cheeks slowly raising themselves into a smile.

“My friend, I had no idea you were such an artist! When do you find the time to do all of these?” Hanzo asked with the passion of an excited teacher who discovered a new talent. He almost seemed to bounce up and down ever so slightly in excitement.

“I just, y’know… draw in-between meetings, on flights, so on and so forth…” You stopped as he flipped to the most recent page; his tattoo. You hadn’t been able to finish much, but it was unmistakably Hanzo’s square spiral, as strong on paper as its original counterpart. Well, I mean, maybe less strong, now that you think about it…

“This… this is my tattoo! Here,” Hanzo gestured, pressing his finger onto his pec. His grin revealed his teeth in an adorable fashion; almost like a sunrise on a pearl-covered beach.

“Yes, yes! I’m sorry, I didn’t ask before drawing, but I…”

“No, no! No need to apologize, this is… this is beautiful! Do you think you could finish it?” Hanzo stared at you intently, almost like a puppy begging to go on a walk. The wind begin to pick up, blowing his ponytail in the wind.

“Yes, yes, totally! I can completely do that f-for you, for sure!” Oooh, boy, the butterflies were just about to burst out of your stomach.

“Wonderful! Here, I can even pose here for you, so you can get a better look!” Instantly, Hanzo struck a stoic pose, his left shoulder jutting out and a smoulder spread across his face. You couldn’t help but burst out in laughter, followed shortly by his own.

Composing himself, Hanzo sat up straight, lowered his shoulders, and gave you a small smile; an indicator to go ahead. Pursing your lips together, you considered the model in front of you, then dove back into your book to capture the tattoo’s majesty.