#I do like the mood the pink creates together with the blue

[benjamikaela]

Second piece for the art challenge! This week’s colour was cerise.

[suraemoon]

Rosie Rosenthal Headcanons

~Mr. and Mrs. Rosenthal Edition ~

🌹: Hi, Mrs. Rosenthal. Hope you’re doing well. How’s the hubby? These are some Rosie x Reader cute and domestic headcanons that cover some tiny details that make married life even more special

♥️: Fluffy fluff. If you’re feeling horny, stay to the end and I’ll help you, doll. Thats really it. Hope u enjoy.

Humming. He hums softly during the most comfortable silences, making them even more cozy. You could be reading a book on a quiet May afternoon, watching him work at his desk on a cold January night, holding hands while watching the August sunset from your balcony.

Whenever you’re singing a tune, he’s going to hum along with you

Can’t remember the name of that one Ella Fitzgerald song for the life of you? Hum it together until a namesake lyric pops into one of your brilliant minds. Followed by a “Ohhhh, you’re right. It is that one!”

A comfortable hum during the times when you’re crying on his shoulder, his hand rubbing your back in small circles, your cheek against the fabric of his grandpa sweater

Rosie’s blue eyes have always been one of your favorite features of his.

They are as vibrant as technicolor, always displaying so much emotion.

Looking into Rosie’s eyes is a constant reminder that as long as you have him, life will never again be sepia toned.

Rosie spoils you in the most nonchalant ways. Buying his wife a gift is never made into its own big event.

He notices how you eye a certain sparkling necklace while walking hand in hand by the jewelry store window? The next day, those same diamonds are lying on your vanity, waiting to be worn.

For some reason the flowers in the vase on the dining room table never seem to die? Hmm I wonder why.

Little do you know, those roses were replaced with fresh ones last night

Rosie buys beautiful bouquets of flowers as pink as his wife’s cheeks on a chilly day

Hides them in places you’d never look until the sun goes down to rest for the night and you are securely fast asleep next to him

As soft light floods through the windows in the morning, the glass of the vase creates a rainbow and the flowers sitting delicately on display look new as ever

Another small detail that your home would like an incomplete puzzle without?

Him and Hers plaid robes hang gently on delicate hooks behind the bathroom door

Technically, both robes were bought and owned by Rosie before he even met you

But they’re so damn comfy that they’ve become happily coparented between the two of you

Whenever your choice of robe starts to lose the distinct and comforting scent of your beloved husband, the two of you switch in order to replenish

A constant cycle of robe wearing

The record player is the most used and well loved item in the household

Soft jazz fills warmly lit rooms

Not much of a dancer are you? Rosie insists that the two of you slow dance to his favorite love song anyway

Don’t worry, it is not a game of skill. Maybe he hits a silly dance move now and then to distract you from the worry of accidentally stepping on his feet.

He spins you around like Prince Charming does Cinderella until both the rotating and romance makes you a little lightheaded.

He also loves a good candle. (Don’t we all?)

Not only for when he is trying to set the right mood for homemade dates at the kitchen table and nights full of lovemaking in your bedroom

but also to further enhance the warm and comforting atmosphere that fills any room that his love steps into

Cuddling in eachother’s warmth where the cold evening air of the bustling city outside cannot touch you

What else sometimes happens while you two lying in bed on a weeknight? Gossip.

It’s a safe space to talk about anyone or anything

When your little ones start school and the two of you join the PTA, the reason being not because you want to but instead having the “new parent” fear you were the only ones not in it. Do you regret it? No. The tea is unexpectedly piping hot.

“Remember how late we stayed up making those cookies after finding that bake sale flier at the bottom of her bookbag? Today, the Joneses went on and on about how they had a family recipe. Guess what?…their brownie container had a price tag, Rosie.”

Maybe a family member said something utterly ridiculous at the family reunion that you aren’t able to talk about until you’re in the comfort of your own walls

Something that even has Rosie uttering “Now if I was his wife…” or “I don’t know about his mother but if my mother caught me doing that…”

A lot of “I can’t believe that happened” head shakes

A lot of “You were right about that, honey” nods in agreement

Rosie also takes the time to tell you about his cases. Him and his co-workers always act so professional but sometimes you need an outside opinion to confirm how ridiculous some people are.

That outside opinion is Mrs. Rosenthal sitting on the bed stirring a cup of cocoa

Speaking of drinks, Rosie likes his coffee black

You learn that the morning after you spend your first night at his

What else do you learn after that riveting first night? Your man fancies a bath. A warm bath after sex is only part of his phenomenal aftercare routine.

He puts oils into the water, massages your sore thighs, and wraps you in a comfy soft robe when you get out

You two don’t argue often but when you do? You hate to admit it but Rosie is usually right

Even when he isn’t right, he has you second guessing yourself because…he’s a lawyer and being a good arguer is part of the job description

He’s a “I need to get the last word in” kind of person, even if it’s just a snarky or sarcastic comment

You two always make up though!

Make up, makeout, and make love is always the order

My last thot for today…dad jokes

If Rosie is going to do one thing, it’s make you laugh

He’s goes out of his way to see your pretty smile as much as he can

Your sweet giggles can easily compete and win against the sparkling sound of wind chimes

Your laugh is as melodic as his favorite song. It *is* his favorite song.

He’s so good at dad jokes, you have to make him a father. That’s good logic, hm? I definitely think so.

They’re purposefully bad and cheesy. So unfunny that they’re funny and trying to hold in the laugh always fails.

Your husband’s a dork and you love him that way

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Thanks for reading! If you’re like “Excuse me ma’am, wheres the smut?” I know where to redirect you. All my dirty thots went towards my friend Marina’s (@precious-little-scoundrel) lovely post about Rosie. It’s so chef’s kiss. 110% recommend. xxxx 💋

[recreationalfanfics]

Hello! I saw your yandere!Loki, can I request something similar for Buddha? Hopefully it’s ok! :)

Hello! I'm assuming that you mean something that has to do with a love potion! I might not be able to write a one shot but hopefully headcanons and a drabble are okay!

This is the same reader from the Yandere! Loki one shot and the same general concept of: the reader will only fall for someone who manages to beat her in a fight.

Yandere Buddha + Love Potions

- You truly embodied what it meant to be a champion of humanity in Buddha's eyes; determined, resilient, and hard to keep down.

-Buddha would realize instantly that he adored you and would try to get close to you, courting you the proper way and making his interest known.

- However, if you weren't interested in him then he'd suddenly have no idea how to pick up social cues.

- You step away from him when he puts his hand on your back? That's cool, he totally gets not being in the mood for physical touches today.

- You laugh uncomfortably with his flirty words? Aw, you're so adorably shy♥️

- But for the sake of the story, let's say that you were either truly unaware of his feelings or knew about them and waited for him to challenge you.

- When you were chosen to fight with a God before Tameemon Raiden, Buddha actually offered that instead of the Valkyries, he would perform Samavadhāna with you.

- And it felt amazing.

- He got to be one with you, he got to be close to you in a way no OTHER person, God or mortal, could ever hope to be.

- He thought his soul was already complete but when the battle was done and he separated from you, it felt like some part of him stayed with you. As if it didn't want to leave.

- He had given up all earthly desires in his life as a mortal, but a mortal he was no longer so surely...surely it wouldn't be wrong if let his feelings grow, right?

- So he did, he let his thoughts run wild with images of you and him together in his head. His calm and chill demeanor masking the burning obsession that told him he HAD to have you, he must claim you as his and he has to hear him call you yours. Please, it's all he could ever want.

- While Buddha is a god infatuated, he was not stupid. The length of his feelings was intense and he knew it wasn't right and thats why he tried to hide them.

- However, that resolve breaks when he finds out that you had fallen in love with someone else. Someone who was less deserving of your feelings, nevermind having your love in general was maddening to the Buddha.

- But Loki had challenged you to a battle and won. Buddha knew that this was how you always wanted to chose your lover.

- Yet, while you accepted the results of the battle and welcomed Loki with loving arms, the God who couldn't stand seeing the mortal whom he connected with would not stand for it.

"It's for their own good." He reminds him as he watches Aphrodite work. His blue eyes glinting when the pink light reflected from the heart shaped vial Aphrodite had put the potion in.

Yes...that's why he was doing this. It was for you, for your own best interest. The God of Deciet was not to be trusted, in fact, Buddha was more than 100% sure that Loki must have cheated during your battle with him and that is why you lost. Perhaps he didn't have any proof but he didn't need it given Loki's reputation. But he knew well enough that you were a stubborn human, something he still loved dearly about you. He could not let that green-haired punk ruin all that made you good, all that made Buddha love about you.

Aphrodite worked in silence, wondering to herself if this was real. If Buddha, the God who was once a mortal and gave up every desire in his body, was truly making her create a love potion for someone who already promised themselves to another. She wasn't aware Buddha had this side to him, it scared her, so she kept her mouth closed and didn't dare to say a word because if he was willing to do all this scheming over a measly mortal...what else would he be willing to do.

"Her love for you will be false." Aphrodite warned him, handing him the finished vial.

Buddha stared at the potion before nodding his head in acknowledgment of her words. Yes, he knew very well that there was going to be a catch...but it was better for you to be in love with him under the guidance of the love potion than for you to make the wrong choice of your volition.

"We were never here." He says lowly to Aphrodite, his tone of voice was casual as usual but he needed no words to convey that he was threatening her to stay silent unless she wanted to piss him off.

Yes, this was for you. Buddha was just concerned for you, that's why he had to do this. If you had realized during your time together when you were both bonded that you were both meant to be, he wouldn't have had to do this, but humans were often foolish.

This is why they needed Gods. Kind gods, who'd offer them a path to a better and more happier life.

This is why you needed him.

It was honestly too easy to get you to take the potion, after all, you had no reason to distrust the man with two hair colors. Buddha was your ally, who you fought as one with and who wanted to celebrate your newfound relationship. He watches eagerly as you accept the drink from him, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you down the entire cup. You then talk to him a little longer before looking at the time.

"I have to go but thank you!" You say cheerily, standing up to go meet up with your lover.

Buddha nods his head towards you, pouring himself a cup of tea and watching you from his peripheral. You walk only four steps before you feel yourself get dizzy, your feet stumbling before you. You were about to fall but one strong arm wraps around your waist and you feel a pair of lips on yours. Your half-lidded eyes slightly went wide with panic when you realized it was Buddha himself who was kissing you, but then that panic went away instantly.

Your eyes became softer, more docile, and before he knew it, you closed them completely and kissed him back with as much passion as he had kissed you.

He would deal with temper tantrums that your now forgotten lover would give him, he'd make sure you never see Loki again so he couldn't poison your mind with the false promises you two made to each other after your fight.

For you belonged to Buddha, you bonded with him, and he knew he couldn't live without you. He was willing to play every sneaky underhanded trick to have you in his arms because it was what was best for you. Or maybe it was because even after all those years of reaching enlightment, some part of him was still human...and you, unfortunately, just brought out the worst side of that humanity.

[gemapples]

im so sorry it took me so long to answer these oml but YES i'd be happy to show how i draw and color :)

— SKETCHING

please note that i almost always sketch traditionally first lol it's just a lot easier for me to determine how the drawing is placed that way, but i always go over and re-sketch it digitally

for magolor i always start with a basic egg shape (lmao) and then i add his ears. then I draw the scarf; it's easy to determine the shape and dynamicism based on where the bottoms of the ears are located

then i usually add the cape and hood together. where and how these are placed and what these look like in general are very important because they're the main area that perspective is directed to (the ears and everything else is important too ofc!! but the hood and cape usually help demonstrate where he is looking and how he is moving the most). then i add everything else, usually his hands last!

— LINEART

ohhhhhh god my worst enemy. Hope youre sitting down because this will be embarrassing LMAO

lineart is easily what i struggle with most and is more often than not the most time consuming and grating step for me. If i had a choice i would drop it in a heartbeat, but my style is so dependent on thick lines and shapes that it's difficult to 😭 a hole i dug myself into unfortunately ITS FINE THOUGH. ANYWAYS I'm getting sidetracked

i use my finger to draw all my digital art, which means i usually have to use a Heavy stabilizer to avoid shakiness and staggered lines. Unfortunately ibis paint's stabilizer is actually dog water and doesn't even stabilize more than half the time (in which case i have to repeat lines over. And over. And over again until i get it right) but when it does like me and works properly it's very helpful!

i always use the soft school pen bleed brush as my main tool for lineart. This brush has been my best friend for everything, i even use it for sketching idk it just really like the way it looks lol. sometimes i change the aspect if i want the lines to look more ,, chalky?? or smoother depending on the work

i don't really use this tool much but for this specific piece, force fade was my partner in crime

also i think i need to mention that i use so many layers for this. So many layers lol like to the point it's embarrassing. and at the end i merge most of them (except for the gear patterns, rings on his ear, and eyes + hands, which usually need to be by themselves as they're colored separately) Thank you for layers

and i end up with this!

— COLORING && SHADING

yippee yahoo the fun part !!! the part that i love the most

at this point, if i havent already, i always create a folder for convenience in organization because this is the part that i stress the most about what details are on which layers lmao

then i add ANOTHER layer below that for the color, then i put every single color used on their own separate layer!

now, for shading, if im working on larger pieces with more complex shading, i'll usually plan it all out. normally when just drawing magolor, i don't really need to do this anymore because i'm so used to it lol, but for funsies i did it here anyways

then i use the bucket tool to fill them all in

i usually have a set color palette for all the characters i draw (though the way i shade white differs. A lot between my work as you can probably tell fhdfgf). For every color, i have two specific tones that are associated with the shading. for example, indigo + violet are shaded with my blue, pink + light orange (or lighter pink depending on my mood lol) are shaded with yellow, etc.

so, i shade the other areas with the 2nd shading color

a big tip i can give for coloring is to look at a color wheel when you draw. i know that sounds like. Such basic advice LMAO but that seriously was a huge help for me when developing my shading and something i learned while studying — if you notice, in all of the shading in my work, all of the colors used are analogous on the color wheel. note that not ALL combinations will work together like others obv !! but it's a huge step in knowing where to go with it

then i add other extra details like extra lighting, halftones (if i feel like it // if it fits the work), glow to his eyes, and color the lines and ta-da!

another tool i use a lot especially with my more recent art are blending modes, especially multiply. i use a clipping layer to add a dark color (usually a dark blue or purple) and set it to multiply, then erase the areas that emit light

and this is the end result! this is a very very basic demonstration of it fhdjg i was a pretty messy with the lighting and erasing in this example but you get the general idea right

and that's how i draw :) i hope this was helpful, and thanks for asking and being so patient with the response!

[caracalsimp]

Glamrock Bonnie x Reader Headcanons

I KNOW HE'S NOT IN THE GAME BUT YOU GUYS VOTED FOR HIM LAST HC AND I FELT LIKE CREATING FNAF CONTENT AGAIN (WHILE WAITING FOR BE ABLE TO DRAW FNAF STUFF AAAA-)

ENJOY IT

I personally see Bonnie as the take-it-easy one who is always calm and relax, never ever losing his temper, even in the worst situations. Ever since you've been dating him, you never saw him angry, nor upset, and his soothing presence is what made you fall in love with him in the first place.

Bonnie is very attentive to your mood swings and has the magic ability to calm you down almost instantly. Whenever you experience negative emotions, he likes to gently hug you while caressing your hair and even humming a tune for you.

If you're sad, he will get his guitar and play a little song for you until you're done crying and ease your mind. He loves playing the guitar for you, and when he does, his melody always manage to soothe you. He thinks music is one of the best medicine there is.

You're his main inspiration to each and every songs he created ever since he met you. Before singing it in public at Bonnie Bowl on his mini-stage, he likes to sing it to you so he gets your feedback on it.

Whenever he's performing on stage and you're around him, he loves staring at you when he sings and plays the guitar at the same time. Major bonus if this makes you blush and immediately look away from his pink eyes.

Bonnie is not the kind of person who will make decisions. Whenever you guys wants to spend time together, he lets you choose where you want to go. When you ask him what does he want to eat at dinner, he will let you decide which dish you want make, or which kind of food you want to order. Everything suits him, as long as you're happy. You find it cute in some way, but sometimes, you really want him to choose with you.

Bonnie is an extremely good listener. If you need to vent to him about stuff that happened to you, he will carefully listen to you and make sure you let all your negative feelings out until there's nothing else in your mind but clear water.

He likes it when you steal his guitar from him, even if you don't know how to play. If you try to play it, he won't say a thing but will gently reposition your fingers right so you can play proper notes. Bonus point if his metallic touch makes you blush.

[BONUS, TRIGGER WARNING: BONNIE'S DEATH, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, GRIEF] His sudden disappearance filled your whole soul with anxiety. Bonnie would never disappear like that out of the blue. It doesn't sound like him. You looked and searched far and wide for him but you never found him... until you did. You were the one who found his lifeless metallic body ripped into pieces. Your scream could be heard through the entire Pizza Plex. You hyperventilates and all your anxiety flush your entire mind with panic and denial. You don't want to believe it's him. You don't want to believe that someone was monstrous enough to do that to him. And Fazbear Entertainment won't repair him. You cried so much you didn't have tears anymore. After this incident, nightmare of his dismantled body haunted you every night. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, and every single day you were unbearable with everyone. Each day you had to isolate yourself so you could manage all these traumatic emotions and fighting against those panic attacks as much as you could, trying to remember the times when you could hear is soothing music, trying to remember when he tucked you in his arms while gently running his metallic hand through your hair. Why. Why did it happened to him. You couldn't imagine yourself without him. And yet, he was gone. And wouldn't come back. Just like Freddy you don't even come up to Bonnie Bowl anymore, the weight of grief on your heart being way too heavy. And even though you knew Bonnie wouldn't want you to be sad for him, you couldn't help yourself. You were sad. You needed to cry and let this feelings out. And with time, you managed to cry less and less. Thinking about Bonnie would not make you cry anymore, but would actually ease your mind whenever you try to remember the sound of his voice, the glitter in his bright pink eyes, the feel of his soothing aura. And one night, you decide to go back to Bonnie Bowl, and you could feel his presence. Bonnie's spirit was still there. And now, whenever you feel down, you always come to this area while singing the tune he used to sing to you. It's a different kind of presence, but somehow, he's still here. And that's when you finally moved on from Bonnie's disappearance, making peace again with his spirit, who still wanders around the Pizza Plex regardless.

And that's it! I hope you liked me adding some little drama to my BonniexReader headcanons ♥

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Had a midnight light bulb moment. Imagine multiverse Miguel watching the Soccer Family, absolute envy yet at peace that this isn't a Miguel that dies or anything. One of the rare worlds that really have nothing to do with him at all except another version of himself existing in it. A con is that if anything super happens in it then the Canon changes and who knows what happens.

One day, he decides to meddle. The Miguel was late coming home from work. Like, 2 hours in traffic late. So he decided to hop in for a bit. Exploring the home of his lucky counterpart while the wife is asleep. Happy family pictures along the walls, some on tables. Memories that aren't his but his smile is in them. He almost wants to scoff, bitter. He gets a little more ballsy and peeks in the rooms. Starting with Gabi's.

Making sure not to make a sound, he opens the door a crack. Pink walls with various drawings pinned to them, pop out butterfly stickers, a desk a mess with crayons and pencils. Messy desk, must have gotten that habit from him--the other Miguel. The girl is sound asleep in her rose and cobweb patterned blanket. At peace.

If he was her father, he'd give her a smooch on the forehead and wish her goodnight. Careful not to stir her awake in the process.

But he is not. So he leaves.

This Miguel recently had a baby boy, Benjamin. He remembers. That day, he was... not in the best of moods to find out. An envious fit he kept inside. That's when he knew this was truly the first Miguel to have it all.

He finds himself at the baby boy's crib. The little one is wrapped in a blue spider patterned blanket in a deeper sleep than his sister.

If he was his father, he'd gently scoop him up and rub his little back. Tell the infant how much he loves him. Careful not to set the little one up in a grumpy tantrum by disturbing his sleep.

But he is not. So he leaves.

This Miguel has a wife. A loving wife. He's observed her more times than he liked to admit. He couldn't help himself. She was truly beautiful, inside and out. Her Miguel treats her well. Very, very well...

All of a sudden, he finds himself on "his" side of the bed. You sleeping soundly on your side, only wearing one of your husband's shirts. He watches you sleep, but doesn't dare lay a finger. He can be jealous all he wants, but he won't destroy this Miguel's happiness.

He gets up.

This is not his place, not his time, he doesn't belong here. Never should have been here.

"Mig...?"

A cold splash of panic tickled his spine. He keeps his back turned. He says nothing. He can't. Not a word, not a peep, not a breath.

"Mm...come back to bed..."

He takes a glance.

Relief.

You were barely awake, back facing him.

He breaks all the boundaries he put up for himself in a single moment.

"Te amo mucho, cariño..."

You hum and snuggle deeper into the sheets.

"Te amo..." a sleepy mumble. And you begin to snore.

If he was your husband, if he was your husband...

Oh, if he was your husband...

He clenches his eyes and teeth. Reminding himself that he is not. So he leaves.

Back to where he belongs, a miserable man keeping the webs together.

In the end. He was simply an intruder.

Anon, I swear if you don't create yourself an account, Imma go ape shit. THAT WAS AMAZING. You are very talented. 👀👀👀❤️ I could totally feel his anger and resentment

OMG. I was literally like this woman on the gif.

Such a fine reading fr. 👌🏻👌🏻👌���

[bamdelune]

In Hindsight 📹 Ch.10: "blue hour"

notes. narration ahead, song used: Pasilyo by Sunkissed Lola, original video: LESSERAFIM Yunjin's Raise y_our glass @ Weverse Festival 2023 (video is used for setting building — edited by me), kind of messy T_T

[December 18, 2022 — 8:50 PM 📍Teyvat Uni]

It was nearing 9:00 PM and you were still nowhere to be seen within the stage's area and Kunikuzushi was getting worried. It was currently 8:51, 9 minutes to nine o' clock. He was about to turn to Ajax if he's seen you anywhere as he pulled out his phone but the second he was about to, the stage lights dimmed, turning into a pink color. There were quite a few conversations of excitement up front with those close to the stage.

An electric guitar chord strummed into the speakers of the venue to reveal a familiar face, and Kunikuzushi swears he would've dropped his phone in shock.

It was you, wearing an outfit completely different to the one you had on earlier. This time, it was white with a few hints of pink to match the dreamy theme of the event. He saw how much confidence you had on stage and even he could smile as you did the same, only you were looking at the sea of people watching you perform.

—

"What do you want to do before..." Kuni trails off as he softly munches on the dinner you were eating after getting discharged, feeling that the topic might be a tad bit too morbid for a meal.

You ponder for a while, "Before I die?" you chuckle. "A lot of things. Maybe perform live in front of a big audience, I never got to do that before."

"Huh.." Kuni hums at your response. Perhaps it was fitting. That time, he never saw your passion for music in real time—he felt curious to say the least.

Now that opportunity has presented itself in front of him, in front of hundreds of fairgoers just like him.

The man's face tugs into an admiring grin at how you skillfully drag your hands over the strings of the guitar when you sing in such an alluring tone. Kuni's heart is full of pride, so full of admiration as you achieve one of the goals you had trusted him to hear that one day. He burns the memory into his head.

—

You don't know if the people in the audience could sense it, but you knew your voice carried an emotion buried deep. Underneath all the dreamy and breezy mood of the song was a feeling of attachment. As if you didn't want this moment of finally achieving something you were dreaming of to disappear into the back of your mind. Compare it to the feeling of hanging by the edge of a cliff, with only a hand to stop you from falling off—to stop you from letting go.

The euphoria of performing seeped into the lyrics, as if it was the one thing that helped your audience enjoy your performance even just by a little bit. Couples were holding hands as they looked into their partner's eyes as if they were the only thing that mattered, friends were singing along together as if your song was a ribbon that tied them together. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. You were jealous that you weren't goint to be able to experience the same by the time 10 months have passed.

The least you could do was make this performance memorable for the people here.

If you weren't able to experience that memory in the future, perhaps you would be honored to create that memory for others instead.

synopsis. You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as life begins to seep out of your own body? (scaramouche x gn!reader)

tags. gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, crack, heavy contexts of death and illnesses, friends to lovers, slowburn, profanities, drinking (characters are in college), suggestive themes but no nsfw.

taglist. (open, reply or send an ask to be added) — @beriiov @alatusorrow @br0oke96 @ohmyfinggod @itzblazekun @featuredtofu @sketcheeee @lazy-sanns @sakurapeach @sheraffim @vxmp-loml @sukunasrealgf @sleepning

masterpost ★ masterlist © bamdelune 2023. do not repost, translate, plagiarize any of my works without permission, thank you so much! reblogs, notes, and comments are always appreciated!

[hxad-ovxr-hxart]

Hiya Sky! 24 for the November prompts with the ocs or characters of your choice -- but only if you want to, of course 😌💕

;skjf;laskjda;dfj DOVE I LOVE YOU

24. floral wallpaper (reference wallpaper) from this prompt list SPOILERS FOR I'LL BE SEEING YOU BELOW THE CUT PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK TEHE (not major but like kind of major idk??) also yes i made a mood board for this leave me alone i love them

Warnings: language, mention of Bastogne (sob)

A sigh escapes my lips as I glance over my shoulder at Ellie who is hunched over the small dining room table, chair half scooted out and foot tapping incessantly. "You should speak to him, honey."

I can feel the eye roll from a mile away despite my back being turned as I watch the tea kettle perched on the stove begin to steam. The sound of a truck door slamming creates a smile that's hard to wipe from my face, my hand making it's way to Elli's shoulder as I pass her, my intended destination the living room. "Just...think about it, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. You sound like Angie, always reminding me to just talk to him, as if it's that simple," Ellie retorts, sitting up in her chair a bit to look toward the front door.

The screen door creaks open as I round the corner, the thud of work boots cluing me in to just who was walking through my front door. "Hiya, Bill," Ellie greets, her wave to him far too enthusiastic as she sits, staring with an annoyed look on her face at the wood floors beneath her.

Bill's calloused fingers wrap around my wrist, tugging me toward him, planting a kiss to my cheek bone. "What's she mopin' about?"

I roll my eye lightly, kissing his cheek back as I wipe the smudge of god knows what off of his nose. "Oh I think you know."

Bill hums in understanding, knowing exactly the topic of conversation. "The ladies have a point, you shoul' just talk to him."

The loud groan of annoyance that echoes through the house is more than enough to pull a laugh from Bill and I as he steps around me, his leg dragging behind him a bit from his injury back in Bastogne. I watch his retreating figure with a small, smug smile, drawing a confused, raised eyebrow from the blonde sitting at the table.

"What's wi-Jean what the hell did you do?"

Ellie perks up at the question, her gaze flickering from me to Bill, then back to me, before darting up from her chair and toward the hallway where his voice originated. I follow soon after as I hear a quiet "wow" from Ellie.

I peek my head into what Bill and I had deemed 'the reading room' since neither of us planned on having kids together anytime soon, which also happens to be where the closet for his work things resides. On the interior, where once cream colored walls existed, now lives a beautiful coral pink wallpaper with small blue and white flowers dancing across, adorning the walls from the floor to the height of the window sill in which trim cuts it off from the rest.

I set a hand on Bill's shoulder, smiling at him as I squeeze between him and Ellie. "I got bored and I remembered I stole this beautiful wallpaper back in Europe. Why I did is beyond me but I thought it was pretty...this is what happens when you don't let me go visit my friends."

"I do too-"

"Do not. Why do you think this sad little poor excuse of a woman is moping in the hallway?" I tease. "Besides, my momma is convinced we're havin' a girl when the time comes. I don't doubt my momma and you better not either, Will'am."

[fridaynightaus]

Made an Monster High AU for Eddsworld, now I'm making one for FNF. I mean a good amount of the characters (both canon and mod) are supernatural anyway so why the hell not?

I made Boyfriend (or as he's called in my and my friend's fanon: Jacob) an Android-Angel hybrid (andgel?) based on two common headcanons for BF: BF being an angel to contrast GF being a demon, and that's he's Hatsune Miku's brother (which I don't subscribe to myself but I can see it). In fact Jacob's clothes were inspired directly from Vocaloid outfits (specifically Len Append and Anode Miku).

And yes I used the same last name from the Soft Mod. I just think it works so well, both since BF's half angel here and it's a nice complement to the last name Dearest, in a way.

Bio and skullette down below!

Bio Parents An Angel (Father) An Android (Mother) Age 16 Killer Style I’m into that techno cyber-idol style. Freaky Flaw I don’t look before I leap, or I should I say: look before I fly. For me it’s always “action first, ask questions later”...or never, in some cases Pet Sera, my dog! Aka THE best girl out there! Favorite Activity

You could say I was born to sing, so you can mostly catch me spitting some bars while chilling with my ghoulfriend. I also like to do sick fingerboard tricks.

Pet Peeve When I’m trying to relax and something happens out of the blue that completely kills the vibe. Favorite Subject Singing of course! Least Favorite Subject Literature. How can anyone read through that stuff and NOT conk out after a few pages? Favorite Color(s) Blue, Cyan, and White Favorite Food(s)

Pepperoni Pizza and Donuts! For drinks I like Ice Tea and Milk, not together of course, that’s nasty.

Friends Amber Dearest (Girlfriend) Pico Benelli Kenji Sakubara Blaze Thorburn Dusk Evans Holt Hyde Elle Eedee

Abilities

Light Manipulaton Jacob can create and manipulate light, which he can use either for utility (ex: lighting up dark areas) and combat.

Emotional Color Change Similar to Kiyomi Haunterly's body, Jacob halo and wings act similar to that of a mood ring, changing colors depending on how he's feeling. It’s normally blue which means he’s happy, dark blue means he’s sad, red means he’s angry, purple means he’s scared, green means he’s disgusted, pink means he’s in love, orange is when he’s annoyed, etc.

Flight He can fly thanks to the wings on his back.

Pain Immunity As he is half android, he cannot feel pain

Immortality Because he is half-angel, he is immortal as well.

Bonus Notes (More to possibly be added in the future)

While Jacob is indeed a hybrid, he wasn’t born in the traditional sense, but rather created. His mother supplied the metal body while his father supplied divine power, the resulting ritual created Jacob.

[fandomsaligninstories]

Year Two: Valentine’s Day

Chapter List WC: 3,124

14th February, 1993, Sunday

The following weeks were quiet. Too quiet, many students felt, causing everyone to be tense and guarded. There had been no more attacks, but tensions continued to be high between the houses, especially whenever Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy were around. Harry had taken up the stance of defending himself through constant arguments, not that it helped his cause. And Draco had taken the stance of ignoring anyone that tried to accuse him of being the Heir, though he readily spoke ill of muggle-borns.

There hadn't been any more petrifications, but there had been attacks of other kinds. Many students, all muggle-born, were finding themselves on the wrong end of jinxes and hexes, primarily at the wands of Slytherins. Several students had been sent to the hospital wing with missing appendages, broken bones, boils or warts that wouldn't go away, and other worse things. The Slytherins were getting more creative, admittedly.

Through it all, Violet maintained her distance from any talk of the Chamber of Secrets or the Heir. She knew people still spoke about Draco and Harry behind her back, but at least they weren't doing it in front of her anymore. And, despite their utter contempt for him, her friends were at least trying not to be rude towards Draco.

It was a regular occurrence for Violet and Draco to meet up after meals and classes, whether it was to walk to their next class together or to go to the library. Aimee and Hannah would sometimes nod their head or wave to Draco whenever he would appear, and sometimes he'd acknowledge them. Caroline was still avoiding Violet, which she'd stopped minding, but there was one absence she'd noticed more and more recently- Cedric.

Ever since the incident after the Dueling Club, Cedric had been avoiding Violet. He'd stopped talking to her, waving or smiling. He refused to sit near her at meals, he'd gone so far to leave the common room whenever she would join him and their friends. Violet tried to pretend it didn't hurt as much as it did, but it was difficult. She'd grown very fond of Cedric and their friendship.

Their mutual friends tried to cheer her up. They made excuses for Cedric, but Violet knew that nothing they said mattered. So long as she sided with Draco, Cedric wouldn't want to be around her. She didn't like it, and it hurt, but she told herself that it was time to move on.

When Violet and the other students arrived for breakfast on the Fourteenth of February, none of them expected for the Great Hall to be covered in a flurry of very bright pink.

There were a great many flowers covering the walls, in a variety of sizes and lurid pinks. They draped down and across the walls, creating a sort of wall of pink flowers. The head table also had a variety of the same flowers stretched across the front of it, either attached to something or held in place by magic. Then, as if the pink flowers weren't enough, there was pink and red heart confetti falling from the pale blue ceiling.

"At least it's nice outside." Violet muttered to herself, curious but not excited for whatever was to come.

She knew it was Valentine's Day, but she never expected the whole school to do some sort of celebration. They hadn't the previous year, and as far as she had learned, it had never been done before. Halloween and Christmas, sure, those were big holidays everyone loved... but Valentine's?

"I think it's beautiful," Aimee spoke up once the trio was sat at their table. They had to brush off paper hearts from the food to fix their plates, "A happy holiday for happy people."

"Too bad we're not happy people." Hannah rolled her eyes, only partially joking.

"Sure we are!" Aimee chided.

"Yes, okay." Violet wanted to argue, because really, who was truly happy these days? But her friend seemed so excited about whatever festivities may happen that she didn't want to drag her mood down.

Before their conversation could continue, there was a commotion at the head table. Professor Lockhart was standing, a huge smile on his face as he waved at the students staring. He was wearing robes that were the same lurid pink as the flowers around them. All of the other Hogwarts staff had stony expressions, looking as if they'd rather be anywhere else.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart shouted, "Thank you to the forty-seven people who have sent me cards thus far! I've arranged a little surprise for you!"

Unsurprisingly, several girls around Violet sighed dreamily and started giggling.

Lockhart clapped his hands once, and everyone turned to the back of the hall as the doors flew open. In marched a dozen surly looking dwarfs, all dressed in golden wings and holding harps. Many students in the hall began to laugh and scoff, but the professor wasn't done.

"My friendly, card-carrying cupids! They will be roaming around the halls today delivering your valentines!" Lockhart was beaming, obviously proud, "And the fun doesn't end there! I'm sure your other professors would love to assist you in your journey of love! Ask Professor Flitwick about Entrancing Enchantments, or Professor Snape about a love potion!"

Professor Flitwick had hurried his face in his hands, trying to vanish from sight, while Professor Snape looked like he'd poison anyone who asked him about love potions.

Lockhart returned to his seat without any further fanfare, but the entire hall had erupted as students started talking about the "card-carrying cupids". 

"Oh, I know! Hannah, you could send one to that third-year Ravenclaw you like!" Aimee was nudging her friend, the biggest smile on her face as Hannah's face turned a deep scarlet.

"I'm not sending Thomas anything, he doesn't even know I exist."

"Yes, he does!" Aimee argued, looking to Violet for help. 

Violet stared at Aimee for a moment, unsure what she was up to, "Yeah, uh... Hey, weren't you two just talking the other day?"

"Yeah!" Aimee nodded enthusiastically, "After Potions on Thursday!"

Hannah groaned, "He was handing me something I dropped. He called me Mia."

Violet had to refrain from wincing for her friend, but Aimee didn't hesitate, "What better way to make sure he remembers your name than to send him a cupid?"

"I'm not sending him a cupid!" Hannah shook her head, looking at Violet with a pleading expression, "Please, get her to stop."

Violet looked at Aimee, "If she's not interested, maybe let it be?" 

This was the wrong thing to say, evidently, because Aimee turned her sights on Violet.

"Okay. Then why don't you send lover boy a cupid?"

There were only two people she could be referring to, and neither of which did Violet plan to send a cupid to.

"Don't deny it!" Aimee cut off Violet before she could say a word, "You two spend all your time together. He might be evil, but we all see how he looks at you. That boy fancies you."

It was Violet's turn to turn scarlet. She simply turned back to her breakfast and shoved her mouth full. She knew she couldn't deny it; she felt the same way about Draco. They never explicitly said it, but they both knew they fancied each other. It was evident in the way they'd obviously become each other's favourite person. 

Draco brought Violet violets, and other flowers or plants, from Professor Sprout. He sat as near to her as he could, given any chance. They never touched, Violet learned very early on that he didn't like to be touched, but he was always close; walking and sitting, he had to be as close to her as he could. And that was just when they were alone. He'd always find her in any hallway or classroom, even if he wouldn't go to her, he'd acknowledge her. And the Slytherins had started avoiding anyone Violet was close to, never cursing, jinxing, or tricking them. 

Draco wasn't good with words, but he was good with actions. Violet was better with words. She spoke more than he did, about the most random things, and he'd always listen. She learned to pick up on his mannerisms, so she knew when he was comfortable, uncomfortable, sad, happy, angry. She'd learned how to alter his mood; if he was angry, she'd ramble on about things that made her happy, until he started to cheer up. Or if he was upset, she'd sit and listen if he wanted to talk. Sometimes, all it took was her presence to cheer him up, so she'd sit in silence when that's what he needed. 

"She's daydreaming about him again." Hannah rolled her eyes, pulling Violet's attention back to the present. 

"Sorry." Violet smiled sheepishly. 

"Four sickle that he'll send you a cupid." Aimee was a giggling mess when Violet looked at her in shock, "What? Don't think he will?"

"Are we talking about the same Draco Malfoy?" Hannah stared at Aimee, just as dumbfounded as Violet, "Draco Malfoy? Doesn't know affection? Can barely speak two sentences at once?" She flinched when Violet smacked her shoulder, "Sorry, but you get my point. Draco Malfoy would never send a cupid."

Aimee only shrugged, a not-so-innocent gleam in her eyes. Violet and Hannah shared an apprehensive look before returning to their now cold breakfast. 

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After a few hours of homework and studying with Hannah and Aimee in the common room, Violet needed a break. She decided to venture around the castle, something she rarely did out of fear of getting lost. Even being a second-year, she found the size of the castle overwhelming. She wished there was a map she could use, something that could track her and say "you are here" and labeled with the different rooms. With all the things magic could do, why wasn't a magic map possible?

Violet was surprised by the amount of cupids she watched throughout her walk. They weren't very nice; they ran after and trapped the students they were meant to deliver a valentine to, going so far as to sit on a few students that tried to run. Their voices weren't very pleasant and they couldn't hold to tune, but they tried to sing out many valentines. Some were silly, some romantic, some embarrassing. 

Despite her initial disdain for the holiday, Violet found herself feeling a sense of longing throughout the day. She never fancied herself a romantic, or even someone that considered dating or love or crushes, but something about seeing all the happy couples around her all day made her wish she could experience it. Not the slightly terrifying cupid-dwarfs, but the love and joy the others were feeling. 

She was on her way back to the common room when Violet stopped at a small crowd. A few Slytherins were huddled together and making loud, obnoxious comments. The closer Violet got, she realised the Slytherins were surrounding a person. 

She didn't hesitate, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

As one, the Slytherins turned to face her, sneers on their faces. She recognized a few of them as Draco's friends-- Blaise, Pansy, Goyle-- but not the other two boys. Between them were a familiar blonde, her eyes trained on the floor, where her belongings lay.

Violet stormed forward, pushing between the Slytherins to stop in front of Luna, "Luna? Are you alright?"

"Like freaks to a flock," Pansy scoffed, crossing her arms as she glared at Violet. 

Violet paid her no mind as she bent down to pick up Luna's belongings, handing them to the girl who still hadn't spoken.

Violet turned to face the crowd. Blaise, Goyle, and the other two boys were staring very intently at nothing in particular, but Pansy remained glaring.

"Have you got a problem?" Violet matched Pansy's defensive stance.

"Yeah," Pansy spat out, "You. Why don't you mind your business, mudblood? Your presence obviously isn't wanted."

Violet's cheeks heated as she felt a rush of anger. Luna had been nothing but kind to Violet, and vice versa. She wasn't about to let the girl be bullied, whether she asked for help or not.

"If anyone's not wanted here, it's you, Parkinson." Violet jumped back when Pansy tried to rush forward, only stopped by Blaise and another boy grabbing her arms to hold her back.

"Watch it, you freak! You might be protected now, but it won't last forever!" Pansy growled, and for a brief moment, Violet felt fear at what this girl could do to her.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Violet snapped back. She was tempted to get in Pansy's face, but Luna's gentle hand on hers stopped her.

"Yes, what is that supposed to mean?"

All heads snapped to the sound of a new voice. All eyes focused on Draco, who was standing off to the side, the very picture of deadly calm. He stood ramrod straight, arms at his side, his face clear of any emotion, but his eyes held nothing but anger.

"Draco-" Goyle started, but shut up when Draco glared at him.

"What happened?" Draco's gaze focused on Violet, his eyes calming the slightest bit as they searched her expression.

"Nothing, just a difference of opinion." Violet didn't know why she lied. She could've told Draco exactly what happened, it wouldn't have made any difference, except...

His gaze focused on Pansy, who was staring at the floor. His voice was a near growl as he spoke, "Pansy?"

Her gaze slowly met his, "We didn't touch her, Draco. We were just messing with the Ravenclaw when she stepped in, like some little hero-"

"Her name is Luna." Violet spoke calmly, looping her arm through the other girls. She looked over at Luna, who was staring at her with her typical wide-eyed wonder.

"A friend of yours?" Draco asked, despite knowing the answer. Violet had spoken several times about the strange Ravenclaw. Draco nodded, turning back to his friends. A silent conversation seemed to happen between the lot of them before they all took off, Blaise pulling a glaring Pansy away.

"You didn't have to do that," Violet said in way of thanks, "I could've handled them."

"Of that, I have no doubt." Draco relaxed when his friends were out of sight, his lips tipped in a smirk, "I only feared for them, of course."

"Of course." Violet replied as if it were totally reasonable for her to take on five Slytherins.

"You're really alright?" He stepped forward, his eyes searching hers, then glancing to Luna.

"Fine." Violet answered, nudging Luna.

"Oh, yes, quite fine. They found something quite amusing about my valentine, I suppose."

Violet and Draco shared a surprised look. Violet tried not to sound as shocked as she felt, "You got a valentine?"

Luna simply hummed, smiling dreamily. Without another word, she wandered off. 

"I'll never understand how you're friends with... her." Draco stared after the retreating girl, who had begun to walk on her toes and twirl around.

"She's sweet, just a bit odd, but aren't we all?" Violet smiled warmly at Draco, "What did she mean?"

"Hm?" Draco feigned ignorance, but one look from Violet had him caving, "There might be a threat out against anyone who bestows any harm to you or your friends."

It took Violet several moments to process what she'd heard, then another several to comprehend it. Her voice was laced with awe, "You threatened your friends if they hurt me or my friends?"

"My entire house." He spoke so quickly that the words blurred together, but once Violet picked them apart, she gasped.

"The entire Slytherin house?! What- Why?!" 

She didn't know why she was so shocked. She'd figured as much out, as she and her friends hadn't been bothered by Slytherins in weeks, but to hear him admit it?

Draco's ears and cheeks were tinted pink and he'd begun glaring at the wall, so Violet took pity on him. She wanted to hear his answer, but didn't need to. She already knew.

She changed the subject, turning to begin walking down the hall towards the common room, "So, send anyone a valentine?"

Draco followed without hesitation. His tone was distressed, "Absolutely not. This holiday, if you can even call it that, is for fools."

"Love sick fools." Violet joked, laughing at his appalled expression, "Careful, Malfoy, or I might think you're hiding a girlfriend from me."

Violet couldn't stop laughing when Draco missed a step. His expression read 'I'd rather you killed me' as he stared at her. It took her a couple of minutes to stop laughing and straighten herself, wiping the tears from her eyes. She didn't miss the way Draco was smiling affectionately as he stared at her now. She sighed warmly as she continued forward, Draco walking right alongside her. 

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Draco and Violet parted ways at the Great Hall. She hadn't realised it had gotten so late in the day, lunch already halfway through. She was still smiling when she sat at the table between Hannah and Aimee.

"Oh, she must've found Draco." Aimee joked, "Do I get my sickles?"

"Huh?" It took Violet a moment to remember Aimee's earlier bet, "I thought you were kidding about that. Anyway, no. He said he didn't send anyone a cupid."

"Well, obviously he wouldn't tell you if he sent you one!" Hannah rolled her eyes.

Aimee agreed, "Really, why would he ruin the surprise?" 

"If you two are done, I'd love to tell you about the run in I just had with Pansy."

"Parkinson?" Hannah sat up, her attention now wholly on Violet, "She's one of the worst Slytherin second-years. What'd you do to get her attention?"

"Who said I did anything?!" Violet threw her hands up, but went on to tell her friends what had happened. When she finally finished, having explained Draco's threat to his entire house, Aimee and Hannah were staring at Violet with wide eyes and open mouths. Even a few of the other Hufflepuffs who had been listening were staring.

"Okay, you're freaking me out, close your mouths." Violet leaned back from the table until her friends' mouths snapped shut. 

"I just... I can't believe it." Aimee was still staring, but now at the table.

"He really said that? Word for word?"

Violet nodded. She hadn't thought on it too hard as she'd been busy talking with Draco, but now that she'd said the words aloud, she realised just how crazy it was. There were something like two hundred students in every house, and Draco, a second-year, threatened his entire house? And they took him seriously? And for what, Violet? A girl he'd barely been able to stand a few months ago? 

One thing was for sure. Violet owed Draco. Even if he hadn't meant for her to find out about this... protection order? Yes, that sounds right. Even if he hadn't meant for her to find out about his protection order, he'd still done it to keep her safe from people he owed his loyalty to. She'd find some way to show him just how much she appreciated it, appreciated him.

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[deathianartworks]

Do you have any coloring tips? I'm trying to get better at coloring but it's hard :/ everything looks so out of place and I lose motivation fast

Of course!

By no means am I an expert on this (I still forget to choose a light source 90% of the time) but here's a few things that I do when I'm colouring something digitally. Remember these are all individual to the way I make art so they may not all be applicable to yours and are simply me explaining how I do colours, not a tutorial for all colouring styles.

Buckle up folks, this one's a long one (sorry in advance!!)

Here goes nothing.

Losing motivation is totally normal and okay, take a break if you need it, maybe send it to some friends for some hyping up (art servers full of other artists are great for this!). Colours ain't gonna look perfect first time you try to do them, I never put down a colour that I like first time, it takes some messing around and asking friends for me to get them down.

So don't feel pressured to get them perfect in the beginning, that rarely happens!

Here's a mini explanation of how I do my colours, hope it will help a little :)

1) GET THOSE BASE COLOURS IN!!

It doesn't matter if they're not exactly what you're going for rn, go with roughly the colour you want and start there! Personally, I do big blotches of colour just to get something down on the page as this helps me want to actually finish it. Then you clean up those edges so they're all in their correct spaces.

I've found that working on a neutral mid-tine grey background helps you see the colours best at the start so all of my 'paper' starts off grey when working digitally.

Here's the example I'm going to be using (this is from the ghost files fanart I'm working on)

2) ADJUST THOSE COLOURS!!

So, now you've got those colours down, you can adjust them to be roughly how you want them to look. If you're unsure on what colours look best together, you can either take some time out, find some YouTube channels and learn a little about colour theory... OR you could grab some colour pallettes from online and have a play around with gradient maps or simply placing the colours in yourself. There's no shame in using resources like those, that's literally what they're there for.

I didn't need to do this on this drawing as I was happy with the colour selection. This is because I chose the background colour and simply adjusted the hue and saturation slightly until I got the colours I wanted. This is my general technique for choosing colours as my work tends to be fairly similarly coloured (browns, oranges, reds, yellows with hints of purple)

3) ✨SHADING✨

Right, well done! You've got your base colours in.

...but oh god, what now?? They look so flat and lifeless, what shall you do?!

This, my friend, is where shading comes in. It's both a way of telling the viewers where the light and shadows are, can change the mood of the drawing, can change what we feel about a character or it can just look real pretty but shading and lighting does all sorts of fun things to a drawing.

If your style is more simple and doesn't require shading/has minimal shading: apply this tip to any shading you do have and don't forget the importance of rim lighting in simpler styles.

For shading both skin and clothes, I use the original colour, shift it down into a darker shade and on the colour wheel I shift it down too (eg. shading green with blue, red with purple) sometimes you can shift that even further to create similar shading to the one above, where I shaded orange/brown with pinks/purple's.

The principle is the same with highlights but like,,, opposite. Shift everything up, shade browns with yellows, blues with greens, etc.

SIDENOTE ON HOW I COLOUR SKIN:

Okay so, these next two paragraphs are based entirely from what I've learnt during studies and aren't rules, just simply how I do it.

For lighter skin tones, I tend to start from one of the lightest colours and shade darker, like you would if you were working with something like watercolours. This allows you to build up shadows in areas of darkness. Once you've done the shadows, you can then go in and add highlights and lighter sections where necessary.

For darker skin tones, I tend to start at one of the darkest values, as dark skin tends to reflect light differently to light skin. Then I add lighter shades in sections that the light would reflect. You can add shadows too, I tend to add them if the drawing still feels flat after doing the highlights.

3) OVERLAY + MULTIPLY LAYERS ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND

These things are literally lifesavers for me, I love an overlay layer.

I can't really explain what they actually do so I'm not even gonna try, just play around with them. But using a purple/blue multiply layer and erasing where the light hits, that makes the illusion of full shading without the same effort of painting in the shades.

Overlay layers are 100% a 'fuck around and find out' resource, I tend to use red and pink overlay layers as my colours tend to be more desaturated and this helps with brightening them up. However they can also be used to change the genre/mood of the drawing, like this:

These two drawings are the exact same. There's no difference between them other than an overlay gradient map layer in green or sepia. (These gradient maps are built into clip studio paint, I'm not sure about other programs)

But the whole vibe is completely different. So yeah, fuck around with different colour schemes and overlay layers (the bi flag colours are a great choice for experimenting with overlays as the colours are naturally very harmonious so maybe start there.)

You can also try a noise later for a bit of texture, it's my go-to fix it for any drawing ngl

Uhhhhh, yeah. That was lengthier than I expected, hope it helps even in the slightest. As I said at the top, I am by no means an expert and am still figuring things out myself, so just fuck around and find out.

Bye now!

[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:   “A Farewell to Arms”

The basics:  A tech guy creating chips for the Navy is badly injured in a hotel attack.

Written by:  Chad Mazero co-wrote "Internal Affairs", "Revenge Deferred" and "Where Everybody Knows Your Name", "The Noble Maidens" and "Pandora’s Box".  Wrote "Tidings We Bring", "Can I Get a Witness", "All Is Bright", "Diamond in the Rough", "High Society", "Murder of Crows", "Overdue", "Sorry for Your Loss" and "Flesh & Blood".

Directed by:   John P. Kousakis directed "Imposters", "Sacrifice", "San Voir" part one, "The Fifth Man", "Parley", "Inelegant Heart", "Chernoff, K.", "Active Measures", "The Long Goodbye", "Talion", "Glasnost", "Unleashed", "Party Crashers", "This Is What We Do" (episode 200), "Goodbye Vietnam", "Ninguna Salida", "The Guardian", "High Society", "A Tale of Two Igors", "Under the Influence", "Genesis", "Come Together", all of the Afghanistan scenes from "Iron Curtain Rising" to "Zero Days" in season five and all of Kensi’s injury/recovery storyline scenes from "The Queen’s Gambit" to "Sirens" in season eight. 

Guest stars of note:  Lesley Boone was back from “Best Seller” as Nina Barnes.  Marilu Henner as Elizabeth Kilbride, Valerie Azlynn as Colleen/Paulina Kaminska, Michael Bow as Sean Baker, Nick Hargrove as Clyde Greene and JT Neal as Bartender.

Our heroes:  Track down chips on their way to foreign enemies.

What important things did we learn about: Callen:  Plans to leave his Leatherman to Sam. Sam:    Has a guy who can make the Leatherman leaving an item in Callen’s will. Kensi:  Wants a 9PM curfew for Rosa. Deeks:  Thinks about therapy after a creepy doll encounter. Fatima:   Notices something different about the Admiral. Rountree:   See Fatima. Kilbride:  Hanging with the ex.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen:  Not impressed with the bartender’s screenplay plans. Sam:    Does the big chase on foot. Kensi:  Third Eye Blind fan. Deeks:  Missed curfew by two-days. Fatima:   In the mood to go clubbing. Rountree:  Worried about massive rains in Los Angeles. Kilbride:   Plays Wordle.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  No idea.

Who's down with OTP:   Kensi and Deeks are in full parent mode.  Kilbride and the ex have a warmer relationship than one might think.

Who's down with BrOTP:  Sam has yet another guy for Callen. 

Fashion review:   Callen wore a dark blue, button down shirt.  Long sleeve black tee for Sam.  Kensi wore a white sweater with buttons.  A pale red sweatshirt for Deeks (not quite pink but not quite red either).  Fatima’s leather jacket looks soft like butter and it is over a concrete grey turtleneck.  A dark pink jacket over a red sweater for Rountree.  The Admiral is three piece suiting with a pale blue dress shirt and blue tie.

Music:   “These Boots Were Made for Walking” by Nancy Sinatra opens the episode.  There is a song at the end that I could not track down and the credits didn’t show up in the closed caption (which rarely happens).

Any notable cut scene:  Not today.

Quote:  Elizabeth:  “We were still in the hospital, and I was still in pain.  I couldn't sleep.   So you told me that you wouldn't either.  Even though you had just gotten back from... wherever they had sent you.” Kilbride:  “Cambodia.  We were in and out in 36 hours.” Elizabeth:  “Yeah, you were exhausted.  So there you were, holding Alex, and...fighting like hell to stay awake for me.  Then you fell asleep.  Now, I may have been young and..but I was smart enough to know that there are very few certain things in this world.  And seeing the two of you like that...I said, "Damn it, one thing is sure.  That man will always be there for his boy."  You let me down, Hollace.  But more importantly, you let Alex down too.”

The Nina Barnes rugelach conversation was a delight.

Anything else:  A woman walks into a hotel’s rooftop bar dragging a small, carry-on suitcase behind her.  With a bit of a southern accent, she asks the bartender for something quick and fancy, like a gin and tonic, hold the tonic.  She and the bartender share a laugh.  As he goes to make the drink, the woman speaks to another patron sitting at the bar.  She remembers seeing the bartender on one of the CBS soap operas.  Her fellow patron isn’t a soap fan.  He’s busy with his phone.  She introduces herself as Colleen from Virginia.  He’s Sean.  She’d love to stay with him but she’s flying home to Virginia in two-hours.  Sean is worried that she’ll miss her flight, traffic it LAX is a disaster.  She’s flying out of Long Beach.  That’s not much better.  If she leaves right away, she might make it, according to Sean.  Colleen quickly makes her way to the door.

As she walks through the hotel’s mezzanine level, Sean catches up with Colleen.  She took his suitcase by mistake. She apologizes and Sean seems good with it.  Except she’s not apologizing for taking the bag.  She swings the suitcase at his head.  The two fight – Sean has no problem hitting her and Colleen has no issue kicking Sean off the mezzanine and to the floor of the hotel lobby.

Sam drives in with Callen.  The two are talking about a text Callen sent Sam.  If anything ever happens to Callen, he wants Sam to have his Leatherman tool.  Sam wants Callen to talk to an estate lawyer – Sam knows a guy.  Callen tells same he doesn’t need an estate lawyer, he doesn’t really own anything.  Sam disagrees.  If Callen is getting married, he needs to have his affairs in order.  The Leatherman is going to Deeks now.

Deeks is telling Kensi a story about cows and missing curfew by two-days.  Kensi didn’t really have a curfew because she was homeless but before her father died, she stayed out late to see Third-Eye Blind.  While she made it home in time, she stole backstage passes.  Realizing that teenagers do things they shouldn’t, Rosa is looking at a 9PM curfew.

In the office, Rountree is worried about catastrophic rains, an ARKStorm, that are headed to Los Angeles.  Fatima, not so much when she hears it is between five months and 50-years.  She hopes they can solve their case before the rains come. 

In Ops, Sean Baker, the fellow from the bar, is on the big screen.  Currently in critical condition, Baker has been living in the York Park Hotel.  Callen asks why is NCIS interested.  Baker is the co-founder of Almaya Technautics, an LA-based company working with the Navy.  If they are LA based, why would Baker be living in a hotel Rountree asks.  Fatima isn’t sure but the address on his driver’s license is no longer current. 

According to the Navy, Almaya Technautics was creating autonomous rescue agents for the battlefield.  Basically robots.  If the robots were trained to find members of the US military on the ground, they could also be programmed to hunt and kill the military members by a bad actor. 

Cameras were off in the mezzanine and lobby areas – no way to know how Baker wound up on the lobby floor but witnesses saw him with a blonde woman.  Security cameras on the hotel rooftop has a clear photo of Colleen.  Facial recognition has not matched her with anyone in the system.  Kilbride wants to find Colleen and see if she’s made off with any of Baker’s technology.  Callen and Sam are on their way to hotel.  Kensi and Deeks are interviewing an exec from Baker’s company to see if there were any threats prior to the morning’s attack.

When Callen and Sam leave, Rountree asks about Kilbride, who isn’t in the office.  Fatima says all the information she got about the case was from him via an encrypted message.  Rountree worries if he is in trouble.

In his house, Kilbride is straightening his tie when he hears a door open.  A woman – Elizabeth - wearing what looks to be his bathrobe is walking into the kitchen with some daisies.  Kilbride is surprised she’s still there.  He also remembers that she hates daisies.  Elizabeth is touched he remembered she hated daisies.  Maybe if he remembered their wedding anniversary, they wouldn’t have divorced 30-years ago.  She’s kidding, they got divorced because of his temper.

Kilbride has had enough of memory lane – he’s going to the office.  Elizabeth was about to make them breakfast but he had nothing but expired Vienna sausage in the fridge.  Kilbride recommends a diner down the street.  Whispering, Elizabeth said they had fun the night before.  “Last night was something,” Kilbride replies. 

The Admiral really wants to know why Elizabeth is there.  She said she told him last night – she was in town for conference, thought they could get drinks and catch up.  “Well, I didn’t expect us to catch up so much.”  Saying he was able to read her face since she was 25-years old, Kilbride wants to know what Elizabeth really wants.  She wants to take a shower.  He tells her where the towels are and asks her to lock the door when she leaves.

Callen and Sam check around the hotel – which is a pricy place.  Employees told Sam that Colleen left through a back stairwell.  LAPD said she had Baker’s suitcase.  Cameras saw her in the alley but lost her once she hit the streets.  Fatima is checking for nearby security cams.  Sam sees the blood on the mezzanine floor.  Callen uses the blood stains to recreate the fight.  With the distance between the blood spots, Callen and Sam realize they are dealing with a professional.

In the boat shed, Kensi and Deeks are meeting with Clyde Green, Baker’s partner.  He immediately asks about Baker, who is out of surgery and things are looking better.  Greene thinks Baker’s mother is going to blame him for the fall.  “She blames me for everything bad that happens to him.”  They’ve known each other since they were kids and they got into the trouble that kids get into.  Deeks brings up his conversation with Kensi – cows and Third Eye Blind.  Greene is unfamiliar with Third Eye Blind, offending Kensi.

Back to Baker, he and Greene had the idea for the company in their dorm room in college but they built up their resumes with other jobs so they could get the company off the ground.  About a year ago, everything changed with the explosion of interest in AI.  Asked why Baker was staying in a hotel, Greene tells them Baker stays in hotels all the time.  Moves every few weeks, likes to shake things up.  Does the same thing with his hobbies – finds consistency smothering.  Deeks agrees, again offending Kensi.  Back to Baker, Kensi asks if Greene knew anyone interested in hurting Baker.  He does not.  Greene wants to go back to the office – things are chaotic after what happened that morning.  When Greene leaves, Kensi says she and Deeks aren’t the only ones who are best friends and working together.  Deeks agrees but the only thing he started in his dorm room was a fire with a hot plate.  Kensi asks what’s a hot plate.

In Ops, Fatima asks an arriving Kilbride if he is okay.  “Well, considering that I have been forced to live out my so-called golden years in this overly triggered insecurity blanket of a town, the answer is no, Agent Namazi.”  Fatima is almost laughing but knows that’s the wrong move.  She mentions she was worried when he wasn’t in that morning.  He wants a sitrep.  Fatima looks at the Admiral and asks if there is something different about him that day.  The Admiral doesn’t think he should have to beg for a sitrep.

Fatima has been in touch with the Office of Naval Research.  All work done by Baker and his company is being reviewed and any systems installed are being prepared for possible cyberattacks.  Rountree walks in talking about access to Baker’s bank accounts without knowing the Admiral was there.  Looking at Kilbride, Rountree asks if there is something different about him that morning.  “I got highlights,” Kilbride snarks before asking Rountree to proceed.

Baker has been paying a downtown art gallery for a studio over the last three months.  Without a home and without a longstanding hobby, why would he be paying an art gallery over the last few  months?  Saying they need a warrant, the Admiral wants Kensi and Deeks to check out the gallery.  As he leaves Ops, Fatima and Rountree are looking at him.  When he turns around to face them, they quickly turn away.

At the rooftop bar, LAPD is all over the place.  Callen talks to the bartender, who wonders if they got any hits on the fingerprints yet.  He used the word “hit”.  Callen thinks he is the one who should be asking questions, not the bartender.  The bartender starts on the perps who left without paying.  Callen asks him not to use the term “perps”.  The bartender is also working on a screenplay.  He’s been researching crime for his story.  Callen claims he isn’t a big reader.

Sam arrives with Baker’s briefcase.  The laptop is still inside.  Recapping the events of the day, the bartender confirms the woman from the security footage sat down with “our John Doe.”  Sam makes it clear, it is not “our” John Doe.  Or even a John Doe.  Callen shows the bartender a photo of Sean Baker, who not only confirms he was the guy at the bar, he also tells Callen and Sam that Baker was upset when he noticed his bag was gone.  Callen and Sam discuss that Colleen likely target Baker.  “And we all know how that worked out,” the bartender says shaking his head.  After a glare from Callen and Sam, the bartender is back behind the bar.

Callen wonders what was in the suitcase that was so important to Baker.  On Baker’s briefcase, Sam finds an Apple tracker.  There is likely a similar tracker in Baker’s suitcase.

Walking into the art gallery, Kensi and Deeks are in a studio Baker was using.  Looking around the studio, Kensi finds a box of dolls.  Cutting open one of the dolls, she finds a microchip – AT4756.  AT, like Almaya Technautics.  Kensi starts checking other dolls – they all have microchips.  Baker may have been selling them. 

With all the dolls cut open, Kensi feels really bad.  Fatima, on comms, thinks they are living a reboot of “Child’s Play”.  Unlike most computer chips, the microchips can be repurposed for all kinds of technology – they could work in drones, missiles or dishwashers.  US manufacturers of chips are not allowed to sell them internationally – why give a possible enemy such high end technology.  Baker could have been providing these to foreign militaries for big money.  Fatima is going to call Clyde Greene to see if any other chips are missing.

Callen and Sam call Rountree.  Rountree got a warrant to go into the iCloud and track Baker’s suitcase.  In the meantime, Baker’s personal devices are clean.  That makes sense to Callen – a career in tech means Baker knows what not to put on a personal device.  The suitcase is currently in a parking lot downtown.  Callen and Sam are on their way. 

As Rountree ends the call, the Admiral passes by on the office’s second floor.  He’s explaining to Elizabeth that he’s busy at work with a national security matter.  She’s making them dinner and dessert.  She’s brought in groceries including leafy green vegetables.  She’s worried about his heart.  “There’s a first time for everything,” Kilbride notes.  Elizabeth tells him she misses their fights.  They bring up best fight in the Tropicana in Atlantic City where she stabbed him with a crab knife.  They made up twice in the elevator.

Ending his call with Elizabeth, the Admiral is approached by Fatima.  “Walk and talk, Agent Namazi.”  The two go down the main part of the office.  Nobody on any flight leaving Los Angeles – any LA airport – matches Collen’s description.  The Navy also confirmed that the chips in the dolls were manufactured by Almaya Technautics.  Clyde Greene isn’t at the office so they can’t confirm if any other chips are missing.  The Admiral wants a sitrep when she has something new to tell him, not a rehash of what she doesn’t know.  Fatima sighs as the Admiral walks away.  Offering some comfort, Rountree tells her the ARKStorm could wash them all away and the Admiral wouldn’t remember their conversation.  It doesn’t help Fatima.

Rountree thinks if Baker was selling the chips, he would have to have buyers.  There’s one person in the selling weapons to bad guys business they could talk to.  And she has pastries.

Callen asks Sam about what he’s getting if Sam “heads out to that big math competition in the sky.”  Sam’s turn to be offended.  He’s not dying first – Sam tells Callen that Callen thinks the sixth food group is “fast”.  Callen is worried that Sam keeps things bottled up – that will catch up to him.  Callen and Sam see Clyde Greene pulling a suitcase from a car’s trunk.   Sam yells “federal agents” and Greene talks off with Sam behind him.  It isn’t much of a chase.

While Fatima looks at the parking lot’s security cameras, Sam tells Callen the suitcase is empty.  Greene explains this is all a misunderstanding.  Callen and Sam were not the federal agents he spoke to that morning.  Callen asks if Greene thought there were only two federal agents in the entire city of Los Angeles.  “Budget cuts are no joke.” 

Callen and Sam have a theory – Greene found out that Baker had a side business.  Afraid of being cut out, Greene hired a killer to take out Baker.  Greene could cash in on all of Baker’s side deals and on the success of Almaya Technautics.  Greene said he didn’t hire anyone to kill anyone.  Their deal with the Navy barred Almaya Technautics from selling their chips to anyone.  With the worldwide shortage of the chips, they did a few side deals on the dark web.  Baker got greedy – he was going to sell 200.  That’s what was in the suitcase – the buyer was going to be in the bar.  Callen explains that Baker was set up.  They knew he’d be in the bar with the suitcase.  Enemies of the US could now have the chips – Greene could be charged with treason.

Nina Barnes is selling a customer on her new cupcakes – horseradish in the mix – when Kensi and Deeks arrive.  She thinks Kensi and Deeks are there to thank her for the rugelach she sent for Hanukkah.  They’re not but they were grateful for the rugelach.  Kensi shows Nina a photo of Colleen – does Nina know her.  Nina does not.  Deeks explains that Colleen may be involved with stolen microchips.  Nina doesn’t deal in microchips but they are changing the world of arms dealing.  While she’s not in the microchips business, Nina knows someone who is.

Back in the office, Callen and Sam are approached by Fatima.  She has parking lot footage including Colleen leaving her vehicle for an SUV.  She’s going to an airport in Van Nuys.  Callen wants Fatima to stop any air traffic in or out of the airport.

Rosetta Stone grad Nina Barnes is speaking in Italian to a contact on the phone, impressing both Kensi and Deeks.  Kensi is also enjoying a cupcake.  Phil Collins comes up in the phone call.  Seems the Italian gunrunner confused a German gunrunner for Phil Collins.  Anyway, Nina has a name – Paulina Kaminska, who was going by Colleen.  Kaminska and a partner broker deals across Europe.  She left the game a few years ago but she’s obviously back.  Maybe the money being offered for microchips pulled her back in.  Nina says Kaminska is really good at her job – she’s never been caught, that’s why she not in any database.

In Ops, Fatima and Rountree have a background for Kaminska.  She’s a Polish national who has contacts all over the world.  If she’s out of the US, she’s in the wind.  And the microchips are up for sale to the highest bidder.  Van Nuys airport is closed to incoming and outgoing traffic.  Kaminska’s vehicle was dumped off by the airport at an abandoned night club. 

Callen and Sam are at the airport, Kensi and Deeks are 10-minutes out.  Callen and Sam see Kaminska move the chips but a vehicle pulls up to where she’s making the deal.  Two more men come to the sale.  Callen takes photos of the men and send them to Ops.  Kilbride orders Rountree to join Callen and Sam in the Van Nuys airport.  Fatima searches for the men.  Callen realizes Kaminska wasn’t going to the airport, she was going to the abandoned night club.

Kensi and Deeks arrive as Kaminska and her buyers enter the night clubs.  Anton Kusev is one of the men in the photos.  He’s a former Russian intelligence officer who has become a Russian arms broker – one of the most wanted men in the world.  Kilbride makes it clear, the sale can’t go through.  Sam has a plan.

Kaminska is showing the chips to her Russian buyers when Deeks knocks on the back door.  When one of Kusev’s men answer the door, Deeks knocks him out and enters the building.  Deeks gets into a little hand to hand combat with another one of Kusev’s men, this guy grabs a knife from the club’s kitchen.  Deeks knocks away the knife and Kusev’s man falls to the ground, making a loud noise.  Kaminska, Kusev and one of his guards run.  Sam and Rountree tackle Kusev and his men.  Callen stops Kaminska before she can drive away.

The team are meeting around the briefcase with the chips and talking about food.  Deeks says he’s feeling good about going out as long as he’s home by 9PM for Rosa’s curfew.  If she has a curfew, so does he.  Sam laughs at curfew.  Deeks says they just stopped a Russian arms dealer – if he can’t maintain a curfew, what’s going on.  And what’s going on is Deeks noticing that the microchips are different than the ones he and Kensi found in the studio.  The microchips are all blank – no AT branding for Baker’s company.  Callen looks over to an in-custody Kaminska.  They are fakes.  Callen tells Deeks and Rountree to go home.  They are going to handle Kaminska.

Hoping she’d get a nap in before Callen and Sam figured it out, Kaminska tells Callen and Sam she destroyed the chips.  She gives them an address to find the destroyed chips.  She explains that her home is near the border.  Now there are thousands of refugees crossing into Poland.  Knowing what she did for years, she saw what arms dealing did to real people.  “Karma’s a bitch.” 

Knowing that the Russians were going to get Baker’s microchips, she stole them.  They were going to Russia, China or Iran – things were not going to end well.  “What’s one last job?” she asked.  Callen and Sam asked why she would sell the fake chips.  Well, a girl has to eat. 

Rountree returns to the office.  The REACT team found all 200 of the real microchips, according to Fatima.  Fatima has club plans – a new retro place downtown.  If they big storms are going to take them away, might as well have some fun.

Entering his home, Kilbride finds Elizabeth, jazz playing in the background and dinner was wrapped up in aluminum foil.  She didn’t want to get the food cold.  Sharing some wine, Elizabeth asks about the happiest day of the marriage.  Kilbride jokes it was the day her mother moved away.  “That woman loved you,” Elizabeth tells him.  Elizabeth says it was the night after their son Alexander was born.  He was just back from Cambodia and while he was exhausted, he held their son until he couldn’t fight sleep anymore.  Seeing her then husband with their son, she was sure he’d always be there for “his boy.”

Feeling he let both her and Alex down, Elizabeth wanted to be sure if Kilbride changed.  He claims that their son made choices, and made them as an adult.  Kilbride tried to help “many times” but Alex wanted no part of his father.  Elizabeth explains Alex is clean now but she’s worried it might change.  She’s tired of worrying alone. 

Sticking with his treatment program, Alex is going regularly.  Elizabeth goes regularly as well to family therapy.  She wants Kilbride there too.  “Promise me you’ll thinks about it.”  That earns a “fine” from Kilbride.  She starts to reheat the food – crab legs.  He’s switching from wine to scotch.  “I think I’ll make it a double.”

What head canon can be formed from here:    It will come up again later in the season but the exploration of Kilbride’s personal life should have started a season earlier.  I know the prior season was about getting Callen engaged and making Kensi and Deeks parents but a man who put everything into his career at the expense of his family, a man struggling that his choices hurt his family, especially played by Gerald McRaney really would have worked on a longer runway than the final few episodes of the season.

Marilu Henner was a great choice as Kilbride’s ex.  Terrific actress who can do comedy and drama, age appropriate too.  One thing – Elizabeth divorced Kilbride for his temper but she stabbed him with a crab knife?

The case of the week was rather generic outside of the Ukrainian connection for Paulina.  I don’t think Paulina spends a day in jail after her arraignment.  Her connections are far too valuable, especially since she’s retired.

I was half expecting Sam to tell Callen it was his Leatherman tool that Callen borrowed years ago.  That was a silly missed opportunity.

Kensi disappeared when they got to the bar in Van Nuys.  We were told Kensi and Deeks were 10-minute behind Callen and Sam, Kensi said they were on their way and outside of speaking once to Deeks as he went into the bar on the earwigs, Kensi was MIA for the last 10-minutes of the episode.

Episode number:   This is episode 13 of season 14, the 315th episode overall.

[masschase]

A couple of looks for Anteros in Casey's universe. I've wanted to draw the first one for a while and @whoredmode mentioned a little while back wanting to do more with Anteros and butterfly imagery because of his name, whereas I was/am in the mood to do some outfit designs so I was inspired by them in a more literal sense. Second is a little more conceptual and idk he'd actually wear it but I had a concept of it in my head which you'll see in my inspo below.

Left is probably around April 2023 and right November 2023, though Ragnarok unsurprisingly doesn't experience seasons quite the same as Earth hence why they're more representative of Autumn and Spring.

Worth a zoom in as I don't think they look as good in this view, but, some explanation below the cut.

The Lone Rose look is one I already had in this fic I wrote for the reunion of Dexteros, and this was how I described it at the time:

The magenta hair remains but it’s cut a little shorter. The man dressed entirely differently to how he dressed before the earth was lost. Stylish as ever, but nowhere near as colorful. Like something has been stripped from him. Ivory shirt, black pants and boots, long black coat. The stetson remains but it’s a new, pure black one, not the one Dex was never entirely keen on because it had belonged to the dead boyfriend. He almost looks like a vampire hunter. Or... maybe... maybe a ghost hunter.

I wanted to work in shades of the hunter thing without making it too similar to a vampire hunter look I'm in the process of creating for Casey, I also wanted to incorporate aspects Ted's original design for Anteros in the cowboy biker gang, which I've since named The Vicinals. Thirdly I was looking at different types of pink butterflies I was slightly influenced by the common rose butterfly:

Originally I wanted it to be more inspired by a chrysalis for the other butterfly I'm going to talk about below, because the whole idea is that Anteros and Dex are both in a bit of a stasis up until this point, but it didn't fit the image I had from what I'd written very well. But that's OK, I love how it came out. Still muted but with those little details.

As for the Blushing Phantom look, this was very much a case of the butterfly coming first because I love the idea of the Blushing Phantom representing Anteros:

Especially Caseyverse Anteros because of the dark blue shimmer. I wish I could draw that kind of finish on the coat but you get the idea. As for the hair I went a little rogue 🤭 I liked the idea that Dex would cut Anteros's hair shorter in this universe as in his main one, but keeping a little more on top, and also returning to the pink. Because after reuniting with Dex, and after the cloaking of the planet is in place, they're ready to start travelling together again, with Anteros becoming somewhat of a legendary trickster amongst the Krotox.

[thefamilybruno]

Always You - COMPLETED

Summary:

In a wealthy suburb outside of Philadelphia, Adam Thorn, a wealthy trust fund twenty-something, is transformed into a literal beast for being spoiled, selfish, and, well, kind of an a$$hole. After years of isolation, Adam seeks companionship through Fairy Tale Romance, an online dating website, and meets an extremely handsome, extremely arrogant brewpub owner and self-proclaimed horror movie buff named Gaston.

Too afraid to accept his romantic feelings for Gaston, Adam convinces himself that he needs to find someone else, someone a little less arrogant and a little more empathetic, to break the spell. After all, what could be more important than becoming human again? And so, Adam messages a beautiful and kind bookworm named Belle. Unbeknownst to him, Gaston has also messaged Belle. What a mess.

Gaston is in love with Adam. Adam is in love with Gaston. Both of them are trying to move on from each other by courting Belle.

Idiots.

Pairings (end game): Gaston/Adam, Belle/Hans

Rating: E

Word Count: 82k

Thank you so much @annaofthenorthernlights for the lovely mood board! You are too sweet! I love it!

Excerpt below :)

On Halloween night, Gaston was putting the finishing touches on his Tiffany costume in the bathroom mirror - dark reddish purple lipstick, almost black in color, and smokey eyes of pink and purple and grey - when Adam walked in wearing a striped green, red, and blue shirt, denim overalls, and a reddish orange wig. He snaked his arms around Gaston’s torso from behind, resting his chin on Gaston’s shoulder so that he could see both of their reflections in the mirror. 

“Hi, I’m Chucky. Wanna play?”

Gaston grinned. “Cute.”

“I can’t even find the right adjective to describe you.” Adam said, now smiling madly too. “I’m not sure how you manage to look sexy and ridiculous all at once.”

Gaston hummed as Adam nuzzled against the side of his face. 

“I want to kiss you right now, but this lipstick took me five fucking minutes to apply.”

“We’ll mess it up later, I’m sure.” Adam unentangled himself and then turned Gaston’s body so face him. “Where’s your mole?”

“I haven’t worked up the courage to do it yet.”

“Can I do it for you instead?”

Gaston plucked the black waterproof eyeliner pencil off of the sink.

“Go ahead.”

Adam focused on creating a dark mole above Gaston’s lip, his brows furrowed together with concentration, which would have been adorable enough, but then Adam stuck out his tongue and Gaston couldn’t contain himself anymore - he grabbed Adam’s wrist to pull it away from his face and proceeded to plant a sloppy kiss on his boyfriend's lips. Adam pushed him away.

“Ugh, you dick,” he complained before trying to rub the lipstick off of his lips while Gaston sputtered a wicked laugh. “What are you laughing about? You messed up your look too.”

Gaston picked up the tube of lipstick so that he could fix his face.

“Worth it,” he said as he moved to reapply the dark red color.

When he was finished, he and Adam took a moment to admire themselves in the mirror, both of them smiling like they really were two murderous psychopathic dolls, and then Gaston threw an arm around Adam’s shoulders.

[issybaker]

UNIT 1 - EVALUATION

My project was inspired by what I experienced on the bus everytime I went to University and wanted to find out if other people experienced the same things I did. To figure this out I made a survey and sent it out to the course and the results further confirmed that there is a very big difference in mood on the way to university and the way home.

When I was originally planning my final outcome I wanted to make a double sided flipbook, where if you went left to right it showed the journey to uni and if you went the other way it showed the way home. However, I had to make adjustments  as I would not have been able to complete it in time. Furthermore, then it would have looked very messy doing double sided pages as the paint and pens bleed through the page. Because of this I decided to just make the flip book go one way and added a clock in the middle to show the change in direction of the bus. When I finished the book and flicked through it I realised you couldn't see the whole page which was a bit disappointing so I decided to take a photo of every page and turn it into an animation. I'm really happy with how this turned out.

I think I managed my time reasonably well throughout the unit as I had lots of time to complete my final outcome and did not have to rush it towards the end.Looking back I think maybe I could’ve spent more time on research as I was stressed about not having time to finish the final outcome. 

I received lots of feedback about how I will show the difference in mood and emotion and I spent a lot of time thinking about what colours I will use and how many people there will be on the bus to show the contrast between the way there and the way back. I chose dark and bleak colours for the way there and only one person sat alone on the bus. For the way back I had a bright coloured sky with blues, yellows and pinks and had people sat together on the bus to show the difference.

I think I definitely need to practise more with experimenting during the design process instead of just jumping to my first idea. This is definitely something I want to work on during my next projects.

Throughout this unit, I've attended many workshops that I've really enjoyed. My favourite workshop was definitely the risograph, this is definitely something I would like to use more in the future. The book binding workshop inspired me to create a book sleeve for my flip book. I think this really elevated the way it looked, it made it look more professional and finished.

When reflecting on my flip book, the improvements I would want to make was adding more drawings throughout the book so it flows better, some of the pages jump forward a bit too much. I also wish I had added something in the book to show them arriving at uni, for instance maybe a couple drawings of the uni bus stop. I think this would have emphasised that it was a journey to university.

[violetrose-art]

Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag, @oceangirl24

I tag: @ibrithir-was-here, @princesspuresarahk, and anyone who wants to play

I got myself into a bit of a writing mood and this is what I have so far for the newest chapter of CinderAmity.

Lord Belos, Boscha, and Bria were finally ready. Belos wore a black button-up shirt, a golden yellow cravat, a dark gray jacket with golden buttons and accents, matching gray pants, a white leather belt with a gold buckle, and a pair of brand new dress shoes that seemed to be made from black snake skin. Boscha wore what appeared to be a red and black Asian styled outfit with long sleeves and poofy knee-length pants while Bria wore an outfit that resembled pirate garb with a brown vest, black gloves, and a bandana wrapped around her head. The trio made their way downstairs towards the front door.

“Oooh, it’s finally happening!” Boscha exclaimed as she grabbed her crab palisman.

“I know, I can’t wait!” Bria added, picking up her rhinoceros palisman.

“Girls, please.” Belos said as he draped a white and gold cape over his shoulders. He picked up three personalized masks from a nearby drawer and handed one to each girl; he kept the third. “This is meant to be a formal occasion. I understand your excitement, but you must remember to—”

“Hey, wait! Wait for me!” CinderAmity’s voice called out.

They all turned their heads to see CinderAmity running towards them with a big grin on her face. She was now wearing a medium-length magenta dress with long sleeves, lacey accents, a white vest, matching white gloves, pale pink leggings, and a pair of orchid colored shoes. She had used the clothes in the chest to create something new. Ghost was watching from behind the staircase. Boscha, Bria, and Belos stared unblinking at CinderAmity’s outfit before Boscha broke the silence with an appreciative whistle.

“Whoa.” Bria commented with wide eyes.

CinderAmity blushed and shyly smiled.

“Where did you…?” Belos started.

“It didn’t cost you anything, sire.” CinderAmity said, stepping forward. “This is just something I… put together last minute.”

He furrowed his brow and scoffed. “I can see that.” He walked closer to his stepdaughter, which made her quite nervous. “…I’m sorry to have to tell you this, my dear… but this is a rather questionable choice, even for you.” He stopped a few inches from her and looked her in the eye. “I mean, this thing is so old fashioned… it’s practically falling to pieces.”

“W-what do you mea—?” CinderAmity started before Belos suddenly ripped the left sleeve of her dress. She gasped in shock.

“Oh dear, the shoulder’s fraying.” He said before violently tearing the vest open, causing the buttons to fall. “What did I tell you? It’s falling to bits.”

“What?! No! No, Belos! Stop, don’t!” CinderAmity cried as Belos proceeded to rip more and more parts of her outfit.

Boscha and Bria eventually joined in, but all they did was spill things on her like a flower vase of old water and even some abomination goo and pretended it was an accident. When they were through, CinderAmity looked at her ruined outfit in shock. She glanced back up at Belos with tears welling up in her eyes.

“How could you?” She asked.

He sneered as his eyes flashed blue. “…How could I otherwise? I refuse to associate myself with a ragged little thing like you.”