#I ripped a hole in my sketchbook for this

[packet-of-staples]

Day 126 of drawing Papyrus until he cameos in deltarune! Whoops.. I think he pulled a little too hard..

[midnite-drive]

some sketch

[stickbug-made-entirely-of-spite]

I felt like putting some clothes on the buggy dude! ^-^

I included a close-up of the second version, since tumblr loves to just *eat up* all the details TTvTT

It's heavily inspired by my own wardrobe/general sense of fashion lmao, I basically have those jeans, as well as that belt and that orange sweater, and I love to mix my metals :]

And he may not have any nails, but who says you can't wear nail polish just because of that? Bahahaha

[headkiss]

Hello! For a Christmas prompt, I was thinking maybe secret Santa with Eddie (and the hellfire gang) or first Christmas gift with Eddie who employs the assistance of Dustin to figure out how to make it the most perfect gift ever?

hiiii i went for the second one and i hope u like it <333 | 0.6k words, fluff and fem!reader

“What do I get her?” Eddie asks.

“I don’t know. You’re the one dating her,” Dustin’s quick to reply.

Eddie should know by now that asking for Dustin’s help comes with his attitude and sarcasm. He should also, in theory, know what to get his girlfriend for Christmas but here he is.

“Obviously, but it’s our first Christmas together,” he picks at the hem of his three quarter sleeves. “It has to be good, you know?”

“How about some jewelry? Girls like that,” Dustin shrugs.

“Did you get Suzie jewelry?”

“No, because Suzie is not like other girls. Duh.”

“I don’t even know why I try with you,” Eddie shakes his head.

It’s later that night when the idea comes to him. You’re not someone who needs a gift, you’ve told him multiple times he doesn’t have to get you anything. What kind of shit is that? Of course he’s gonna get you something.

He was sitting on the couch in the trailer, mindless TV playing, fiddling with his guitar pick necklace when he thought about it.

You fiddle with that necklace of his, too. When you’re cuddling, your head on his chest or his shoulder. It’s a habit you share, and he’s noticed that you don’t have a necklace on usually. That maybe you’d like one, too.

He gets up and gets to work. Finds an empty chain in his collection of jewelry, grabs one of his many picks. He nicks his finger cutting the hole into it, but he doesn’t mind.

Then, because he’s Eddie, he has to include music as a gift, too. He makes you a mixtape. Songs that remind him of you, that you have memories of. Cheesy shit that he’d never hear the end of from Dustin or Steve.

It was all worth it to see your reaction when he gave it to you.

You’re sitting on his bed across from him when he hands you the box.

“Eddie, I told you not to get me anything!” Though your wide smile tells him this was definitely the right move.

“Just open it, would you?”

“Okay, okay.”

You rip the wrapping paper away carefully, as if you wanted to preserve his wrapping job even though it was messy and had much more tape than necessary. You see the mixtape first, reading every song title he scrawled onto it.

“It’s perfect,” you say and you mean it.

Even just months into your relationship, you’re sure that there’s nobody better for you than Eddie. He’s sweet, always seems to be able to make you smile or laugh, and he’s romantic even if he keeps it hidden. It’s clear in the way he holds you, soft and secure. In the way he looks at you.

“There’s more,” he points to the necklace that had fallen to the bed.

You pick it up, look at it and then at him. You didn’t think he’d notice how often you fiddled with the one he wears. Then again, he seems to notice a lot of things.

“Eddie.”

“You like it?”

“Love it. So much.” You hold it out for him to grab, “will you put it on for me?”

“‘Course.”

He moves to stand behind where you sit on the bed, sweeps your hair over your shoulder for you to hold out of the way. His fingertips graze your skin as he places it around your neck, fighting with the clasp a bit before getting it.

He leans down to kiss the side of your neck before pulling back. You turn to face him, your smile even bigger than before, if that was possible.

“Thank you so much, Eddie.”

“Looks good on you,” he taps the pick that now rests on your chest. “My girl.”

You reach up and pull him down by the back of his neck for a kiss. A thank you, an appreciation, sticky sweet.

You pull away before either of you get carried away, “my turn.”

Eddie grabs the wrapped box you give him, much neater than his was. He thinks his favorite gift ever is you, but the sketchbook and drawing supplies you give him are perfect, too.

[jacks347]

Exactly one person asked for this but that was exactly one person enough so here y'all go, enjoy the rest of the channels and their high school tropes

Nomad

Caleb and Pack Mom - Childhood friends everyone assumes is already dating (They keep correcting people but secretly enjoy it cause they've been crushing on each other for years)

Connor and Lass - Club president and joined cause she liked him ("Come on, keep up! What are you staring at?" "You. I mean-!")

Deacon and Little One - Book smart introvert and street smart extrovert ("I've never failed a test in my life" "And I've knocked out a gang members tooth once. You tell me which one is more practical")

Chester and CM - Class clown and assigned tutor ("How do you put up with him?" "Remembering he's cute and a lot of caffeine")

Mitch and Lamb - Second generation rivals ("My dad said to tell you you won't win a second time" "Funny, my uncle said to expect it")

Beau and Chef - "Secret" admirer and knowing crush (Constantly leaves notes and gifts in her locker, she absolutely knows it's him but doesn't say anything even though she likes him back cause she thinks it's adorable)

Harlow and Captain - Frequently injured and assigned helper ("How'd you break your leg this time?" "Would you believe me if I said I fell off a roof?" "...goddammit")

GB

Yargwynn and Paradise - Lead in the play and stage manager (Paradise is actually a really solid singer but has paralyzing stage fright so they just stay as stage crew)

Mak and Darling - Delinquent and "I can fix him" girl (Frank is Mak's attempted wingman, he tries so hard to get these two together)

Guardian and Zed - Foreign exchange student and guidance helper assigned to them (Even better if Guardian doesn't speak the language well so they just stare when Zed is talking which makes him nervous and he rambles more, Guardian thinks it's cute)

Albus and Faithful - School flirt and class president tutoring him (Don't lie, you're imagining it now)

Hipswitch and Partner - Reluctant student and quiet art kid project partners (Partner talks through notes ripped from the corners of his sketchbook)

Pandora - Principal's kid that everyone is kinda scared of (Is actually really nice with just a hint of overblown ego, blame football star Odin for that)

Redacted

David and Angel - Quiet kid and popular girl fake dating (Angel dug herself in a hole and needs a fresh face to get out of it, David is only mildly reluctant cause he thinks Angel's pretty)

Asher and Babe - Football star and cheerleading captain (Don't ask, this is the one that inspired all the rest and now it's stuck here)

Milo and Sweetheart - Club presidents fighting for budgeting (SH runs the NHS chapter, Milo runs the drama club, both slightly resent each other because they need the funding)

Darlin and Sam - Frequently in detention and never in detention ("And just what has landed the school's goody goody in my neck of the woods?" "...I broke a guy's nose." "Hah, same.")

Vincent and Lovely - Superintendent's kid who ditches class and vigilant hall monitor ("Come on, can't you let it slide just this once~" "Do you want me to call your dad?" "No, no, I'll go back, please don't call him-")

Gavin and Freelancer - Academic rivals (FL actually takes it seriously, Gavin only pretends cause he loves to watch FL work)

I think I got all of them

I hope I got all of them

This is going to be a nightmare to tag-

[wolvndmouth]

oh boy

drunk and sad and wanting to be in the middle of a Wade and Logan double decker sandwich

i haven’t written fan fiction in over 2 years and it’s be really refreshing to be inspired again

even with art, i’ve been doing anatomy and pose practice in my sketchbook with Wade and Logan in mind

i’ve had writers and artists block for the last couple years. but this movie, their stories, have really just ripped me out of a creative hole

anyyyyywayyyyyys thanks to everyone who has liked and reblogged my analysis on Wade and Logan and everyone who has loved the little ideas i’ve had for them. this couple has brought me straight brain rot, but creatively, i havent felt this alive in a long long long time

[seafoamgalaxy]

My latest book - except this one doesn’t have words in it.

I decided to make myself a new sketchbook, and for that purpose I tried an entirely new binding style - sewn board binding. I went a bit nuts with it and finished it in less than 48 hours from start to finish. In some ways I loved this style, and in others I’m not sure. More info and process notes below.

So, my biggest issue with bookbinding is consistently the pastedown. I got incredibly excited when I found out my usual problems wouldn’t be an issue here at all - the covers and endpapers are already right beside each other and held in place, so it’s just a matter of closing the book. I over-glued a little, and since the paper is thin a few pages ended up wrinkled at the top and bottom from moisture, but it went a lot better than any cased book I’ve made.

I had a big problem when it came to trimming the pages. As it turns out, the little paper guillotine I got recently cuts unevenly even if things are lined up right. It also shredded the papers a little, so in the end I lost the best part of a centimetre trying to clean that whole mess up with my knife. It’s not perfectly neat now, but definitely much better than it was. (And that guillotine gets shoved on a shelf and never used again. It’ll be Stanley knife all the way from now on, thank you very much.)

The spine stiffener was a bit of an issue - I swear I measured right, but it ended up too wide anyway. Still, I made it work with my bone folder and some extra effort. It still pokes up a little when the book is shut but I don’t mind.

I also attempted sewn endpapers for the first time here rather than tipping them on first. (I still did that, of course, but after the book was sewn.) Speaking of sewing, there was a minor issue you hopefully can’t see any more - I measured the freaking holes wrong and had to punch two sets. I was worried it’d affect the stability of the book and make the pages more liable to ripping out, but with any luck after gluing the spine that should no longer be a problem. I have now learned to follow the right video for things like that.

The covers! After deciding to use some galaxy-themed papers for the endpapers, I just had to match them with the covers. Nice to use my purple bookcloth for once on the spine, and it goes well with the paper I chose. I had the idea to lay down some clear self-adhesive over the top of it to waterproof it a little (I forget what you call that stuff - I don’t think it’s laminate, but it’s similar), and I was a little worried about the glue not adhering properly to the covered surface, but it worked out fine and the effect is even better. Very pleased I thought to try that!

All in all, this isn’t a style I think I’d use for most books - not unless I take some extra steps to cover that little bit of the boards that poke out nearest the spine without compromising the structure of that part, at least. I also really enjoy doing sewn endbands, and I don’t think they’re suited for this style with its slightly smaller covers, which makes me sad. (A bookmark ribbon could easily be added though - I’ll have to try that next time. It might also stop me from forgetting which end is the top like I did halfway through!) But the style itself is simple to do and the effect is incredibly nice, so for sketchbooks and journals and the like, it’s definitely one I’ll use again when an opportunity comes up.

[thepaintedsable]

I just had the realization that there is probably a book binding community somewhere on this site and that I don’t just have to stew over the issues I have. Even if this is like throwing a tack at a wall, it’s better hoping for it to stick than metaphorically stepping on it.

Hello I am a beginner, does anyone have any good techniques for attaching covers to their pages? Or just some general binding techniques (maybe some that might work well with stiffer types of paper)? Hell, even if you’re not in bookbinding, got any ideas, haha? I’m basically teaching myself this whole process, and know literally nobody involved in it. Information has been a bit harder to come by, mostly because I’m making sketchbooks, and my medium of choice is watercolor. Meaning my papers are a lot thicker than what I’ve seen recommended on “beginner” friendly tutorials. Any tutorials, really. I have also decided I want to… well, for lack of better term, steal covers off of old books. I just like the look some old academic or hardcover books give.

I mean, look how nice! :) Goal is to have a bookshelf of neat little finished, inconspicuous sketchbooks. And, to make note, most of these books were on the path to being tossed for one reason or another. In this picture there’s even one I tried to make my own cover (red + blue cloth) but those don’t really turn out good either because I’m a little limited on materials for that part. I’d love to make a leather cover, but I’d have to be confident in the rest of my process before I even try buying the stuff.

Main issues are that the thicker type papers “folder��� (they end up thicker at the backed end, forcing the end that opens to be thinner in comparison for some reason?), and that I’m generally unsure how to actually set up/prepare the back end of the papers to suitably fit into the covers. They end up very loose (not to each other, the papers stay pretty close, but they can wiggle) or just… not fitting the cover (too much paper, too little paper), and I’m unsure how to fix it.

Even though I’ve gotten better over time, my bigger “solutions” have resulted in it being unusable, either due to the pages being too rigid/full and not being able to open properly or something ripping.

Now, I will say my materials aren’t “up to par.” I don’t have a book press, I use clamps and old wood; I’ve become very familiar with hot glue and superglue; my string is old embroidery thread and I punch holes with an oversized sewing needle; and, clearly, I’m being stubborn and using overly thick paper. But in my mind there has to be a way, I just haven’t figured out the best way yet.

Help? 👁👁

O yeah, and books open :) My literal only current goal is usability + pretty cover. I use a lot of paper types, as you can see (loosest is marker pad, most rigid is watercolor)

[daycore-frisk]

Black Hat sketchbook page I finished yesterday :>

He is super nice to draw I'm 100% doing more <3

mmm yes tumblr eating up the quality (click for better TvT)

also totally didn't accidently rip a tiny hole in my 2nd sketch cause the face was being a lil silly and I rubbed it out too much teehee

[kovajean]

I am currently in the process of becoming reacquainted with the charcoal medium and am hoping to be able to create some TKK pieces on newsprint without ripping holes in the paper (because I am very harsh with my tools and my most recent piece has at least 5 tears that cannot be mended). As I tend to my skills with bated breath, I share an old piece from my sketchbook that I have never quite been able to surpass. Did I mention that Whiplash is my favorite standalone movie and that I have it on DVD and watch it in black and white when I am feeling hopelessly depressed? I’m like Andrew Neiman if instead of drumming he was an artist who hates all of his work

[s1llydr3amscape]

Here some ye olde Vanessa designs i managed to find sifting through my sketchbooks (pre sb!!!!) There's more but Its really deep in the trenches.

rip their 4head broo they have no brain 😔

I miss doing stylised stuff tbh but ppl bullied me for it so now whenever I do it I go 😭

very old art vs my current art style and oc's below + rambles :

this was right After the freaking posters released and oughhhh 😭😭😭😭 gurlll

top name cut off that Blaine guy are other human ocs I had for years!! They were in a comic with Vanessa and others heheheh I used to do comics 24/7!!! Ft my old fnaf ocs rival to fazbears who was better at keeping the safety aspect off their robots. I wanna ramble abt them too one day after a heavy rehaul. Vanessa actually switched jobs from my oc location to the Pizzaplex in it!!!! Because I hope Vanny and Vanessa were seperate!!!

Vanessa and Vanny were seperate people in my Rabbit City AU but idk if I still want them to be different or the same now. Also one of Glitchtraps workers who managed to break free from his control and he didn't like that and sent every piece of her crimes online on the Internet as this crazed murder. So now she's in a new city under hiding or face criminal charges she didn't commit willingly. She managed to dye her fur and change enough and became a roadie for this band that's not very good. (Ffps rockstars I love yall funky vibe I'm sorry yall died too soon). She wants to help people and protect them she knows there's others under Glitchtrap’s control and wants to put a stop to him. Sadly some off them don't seem like they want any help... She was a beagle dog because when I saw her I was like beagle!!!!

My longest one is my oc story that's bad and outdated which included 3 rap battles (i love rap sue me) and an orange cat with green eyes with wings mc who's name try and guess

Its Winger.... (yeah because he was based off Scootaloo having small wings so young me thought ohhh Winged but like Winger because unlike scootaloo he can fly and is a winner!!! 💀💀💀 he also had beef with nyan cat oc over a girl and could transform into different elements!!! Like nature fire ice and rainbow... the main main main mc tho is a brown green eyed cat who was half robot after an accident... God looking back what was I on (I got into mlp and had unrestricted Internet access)

then we had this off my old sona... I didn't know how to draw fat could you tell... dark times oughhhh I wasn't blind tho then win 💀 alot of my older older art is traditional so you may not see it unless I sift through 17 layers off hell. Wish I backed up more of my 2019-2020 digital art tho but those were the darkest times for me also wait eewwww no eyebrows

ive gotten better and fr be the change you wanna see in this world draw fat bitches!!!! going down the rabbit hole

that one barbie trend I didn't finish look at the hands boy ouggh insane sauce I drew that

I miss drawing like this lowkey but my hand hurty and god ibis crashes every 25 minutes u was gonna gonna feral bro

self love is drawing urself accurately irl after years of drawing a caricatures of yourself (My first human sona ever was a skinny white woman with long neon yellow hair and a purple streak </3)

Gremlin from earlier I learned color theory aswell but only for purple, green and brown oops <333

I figured I could give it an oval nose because I didn't know how to draw my nose at all. Big ass nose death off me real!!! I love :3 face so much and big ass ears!!!! I will make them have big ass ears they are fun!!!!

These are my sonas I have like 4 rn and a million in thr vault (progress is progressing)

old oc his name is Jamie now and he's from a dream I had. Literally an incel too like he's studying magic got so fed up no one in his own world wanted him. Used magic to find his soul mate who existed in another universe. Made a portal to get there and take her back to his world because he wouldn't comply in a non magic world. When he arrived to her world almost died turning white and green. And like still managed to get the girl back to his world (Akuma's a goober who wanted to be isekaid) and yeah. Like huh my guy chill out 😭😭😭😭 no wonder you ain't getting any. He also killed me in the dream and is so dumb for being a prodigy??? Like he made a business selling illegal potions with the company name just vile.... his own initials... like bro how are you not caught. I can't with him. I pray opun his downfall and can't wait to see what other shit he pulls outta his ass. I feel bad for the Akuma she just wanted to escape not knowing this guy a freak.

heres him now!! He's much more dream accurate with the current events so far!!!!! If he appears next time I hope he croaks fr from the magic sickness like bro u a freak freak /neg

But yeah improvement is real!!! my art process is slower now (carpal tunnel) but I love to draw so much it is so fun if my bitchass ibis won't crash that is hehehehe (it crashed a million times trying to first time make a comic digitally I'm 💥💥💥)

[nart-is-a-monster]

How do you draw so much so fast bro literally it takes me like 5 hours to draw a sketch😭😭😭😭😭

I'm insane

My friend even told me that what kind of demon I have summoned to draw that much and I'm like- idk bro 💀

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN LIKE YEAR BELIEVE ME

the only time I had a hiperfixation like this that it was me 24/7 thinking Abt the thing and drawing about it, was with a Danny phantom x gravity falls au my stupid ass created in like 2012?????

AJHFKAKFKSL I remember drawing comics and stuff of gravity falls

In case you're curious to see that

That doesn't exist anymore my dad burned it when I was failing math 😀👍 (Im still unable to do basic divisions or multiplications lmao) thanks dad I guess

But still

I DONT KNOW HOW I DRAW THAT MUCH JSHFJSKJF

I think I unlocked it for some reason

I literally filled a hole fricking sketchbook in 2 months

I'm scared of myself honestly

Also now that I have the opportunity

This is the sketchbook that is filled with all the drawing you probably have seen

It had a different cover before but I ripped off that cover to draw something as silly as the cover is now

The one on the left is the front and the one on the right is the back XD

I love to put stickers everywhere btw

I genuinely don't know if this answers anything but

Yeah that's it 💥

[the-english-brew]

“You’re not going to believe this!” I squealed at my mother.

Happy tears filled my eyes and I wiped them away as I embraced my mother.

“What happened, my dear?” She asked, shaky hands holding me clumsily.

I took a deep breath, and the whole story spilled out as I told her everything.

A few months ago, I had been in my art studio, sketching the scenery of a mountain range. My pencil twirled and flourished as I tried my best to capture a mountain’s likeness on my canvas.

No, no, I thought. It needs to be perfect.

I erased a part of the sketch that had been bothering me. And another. And another.

Soon I had erased the whole thing. Tears pricked my eyes. What was I to do?

I was an aspiring artist, desperate to show my creations to the world. I had a lot riding on my dreams too- my mother was wheelchair-confined with a rare disease.

Except nobody bought my art.

I had tried everything. Posted online, gone to competitions, made submissions to galleries. It wasn’t as if nobody knew my work existed.

They just didn’t want to buy it.

“Why?” I whispered to nobody in particular.

Because you art is not perfect, said a nasty voice in my head. It has to be perfect.

I knew it was right.

If my drawing weren’t perfect, nobody would want them. Eyes blurry I opened the picture of my mother’s latest medical bill on my phone.

Two hundred thousand dollars.

How was I to pay that if my art wasn’t perfect?

Stifling my tears, I ran out of the studio all the way to the train station, and hurried onto the fastest one home.

I got onto the train, which was sleek, modern, and filled with the faint scent of disinfectant. Seats filled the train in a kind of twisted monotony, mocking and taunting me, as if they were insinuating that everything was normal and as it should be when it clearly wasn't.

I was fidgety and antsy the whole ride. Halfway through, I whipped out my sketchbook.

Small, pocket-sized and cool grey in colour, my sketchbook always stayed in its designated place no matter what- my jeans. I flipped through pages filled with half-finished drawings, abandoned due to their sheer ugliness.

I’ll try to make a small one first, I thought, desperately pulling out a pencil.

I tried to draw it out on the sketchbook, but within ten minutes I had erased so many times that I had ripped a hole through the paper.

Being an artist had been my dream since I was little. From back when my mother was young and healthy, when the cold, bloodied hands of illness hadn’t yet snatched her. Tears dripped onto the sodden paper.

Maybe I wasn’t supposed to be an artist, after all.

“I think the first one you drew looked the best,” said a voice behind me.

I spun around, alarmed, and found a smiling old man peering over my seat.

He wore a funky top hat and his face was wrinkled with smile lines. His smile revealed sparkling pearly-whites and, strangely enough, a single gold tooth.

Weird fashion choice, but I had seen Weirder in college. Art schools had no shortage of eccentric people.

“It looked a little wonky, sure, but it also looked natural. Original. The other versions you drew didn’t make me feel as happy,” he continued.

And with that, he turned back around.

For a reason I was unaware of, His words sent a pang through me. His favorite version was the most imperfect one? What?

When I got home and went to bed, I mulled over his words, sleep long abandoned. Slowly, but surely, I decided to try something out tomorrow.

The next morning at my studio, I pulled out my canvas and put away my eraser. I gripped my pencil.

For the next two hours, I only had a vague idea of what I was doing. I poured out all my anger, frustration and hopelessness onto the canvas, releasing of my pent up emotion.

When I was done, I called my mother and showed her the finished piece. My mother gasped.

“Why, dear, it’s your best work yet!”

I smiled. I knew what I needed to do.

Over the next few months, my pencil and I were one, as I drew all my emotions over canvas after canvas, uncaring of the imperfections. I poured my heart out to the paper. Within no time, I had a whole new collection of works, and I published it online.

I named it ‘True Art’.

True art was that which invoked emotion. That which brought smiles and tears to the viewers. Nobody cared if it was perfect, I realized. Only the soul and humanity behind it mattered. The imperfection where what made art.

The very next day after I had published it, a man turned up at my studio.

“Hello,” he said. I believe the ‘True Art’ collection is on sale? I was wondering if I could acquire it.”

I stared at him in shock.

It was the man from the train.

The man was apparently a rich art collector who had noticed my talent on the train, and had wanted to nudge me in the right direction.

And he had offered two million dollars for the collection.

Naturally, I sold it right away.

“We’re going to be okay, ma,” I told my mother, tears, this time from joy, in my eyes.

“I’m coming to your house tomorrow. I have a long story to tell.”

I paused and took a deep breath.

“You’re not going to believe it.”

[the-lonely-crow]

Happy late birthday Gerry i can not believe thay gave you a canon birthday and i missed it. This is from my costume design sketchbook im trying to see how many of my Guys i can put in here without my professor asking about it.

[Image ID: pencil sketch of gerard keay. Full body shown. He wears a long leather coat with patches on the left side, ripped jeans, platform boots, and a t shirt. Fishnet tights can be seen through the holes in the jeans. He has two necklaces, one with an eye pendant, and chains on hancing from his belt loop. His eight hand is in his pocket. He has long straight dark hair, a septum piercing, and snakebite piercings. To the left of him is a drawing of the back of his coat with the words "grant us the sight thay we may not know" written around an eye. The roman numeral 111 (cxi) is written above it. /end ID]

[pawseds]

Broke out my new Midori blank notebook (sketchbook?) to celebrate half of the M-EPIC crew getting back together! The new Delta Green game (tagged Helvetia, will be run by @theroyalzealot) I'll be a player in is set in the same universe as my M-EPIC campaign (and also the Melati/Grief Rice campaign I'm running right now).

Finan (my PC, glasses) will get a cameo through M-EPIC's appearance. Then I accidentally roped in North's (long hair) player, and then the handler asked me to ask Ian's (beard) player if he wanted to join, and he said yes. So that's pretty cool!

Because I can, quick Midori notebook first thoughts, because I know these notebooks are a big deal in the travel journal/journal corner of the internet:

Heard they're good with fountain pens, and I was very excited for that! The top drawing was drawn with my fountain pen

The paper's smoothness works well with them, but the ink takes forever to dry/be absorbed by the page (hence the smears), which was a bummer as I'm also quite the messy artist lol

Fountain pen is the Pilot ones with the faces on the nibs btw (it was also skipping and I only had the mind to clean + fix it after the first drawing lol)

I also used a drawing pen (equivalent to the Sakura ones) and tombows (water-based ink). They worked perfectly with the paper. Especially the tombows! My gosh! They're so much smoother and blend better (despite my messy and quick flats lol)

True to the brand's word though, none of the inks bled on the page itself (no flowering) and none of them bled through the page as well

Unfortunately, you can see the shadows of your inks on the back side of the page and through the next page. The second one was pretty shocking since I've never had a sketchbook/notebook like that

But! At least they don't show up in scans. And that's really what matters to me since I picked up the habit of digitally archiving sketches

Can't wait to use this sketchbook more with inks (fountain pen, tombows, maybe dip pen cuz I think the paper can handle it!) without fear of ripping a hole through the thing or bleeding onto the previous page!

[youtubeyouniversitytherapy]

:: USE MY BEST COLORS FOR YOUR PORTRAIT. ::

Tara had really taken to journaling, it felt like a chore at first… but now it’s how she spent most of her days. Per her last therapy session, Dean Tat had suggested she use her journal in combination with her sketchbook. So, that’s what she had been doing for the entire week.

Red, the color of lust, the color of love. The color of Jake. Or, at least it used to be, now it seemed red felt empty, it left a hole in her heart. There was a sketch of him in her journal, various shades of red intertwining the pages. Surrounding his drawing were various words, or phrases. ‘Abandoned’, ‘I still love you’, ‘Friend?’, ‘Anger’. A myriad of feelings, a mixture of anger and love. It seemed fitting Jake had dyed his hair red post break up, it made it all the more true.

Pink, the color of femininity, compassion and charm. The color of Rose. In the middle of the page was a portrait of Rose, various size hearts surrounded her face, her eyes having tiny little hearts within them. Here lately she didn’t quite know where she stood with Rose, and it made things so much more difficult. She wasn’t even sure Rose wanted to be her friend anymore… but nonetheless she’s written: friend. Then she stares at it for the longest moment, the word didn’t feel strong enough, but she leaves it moving on to write in a little heart blurb: confusing, and in another ‘secretive’. There’s another that says 'soft lips’. She sighs, not wanting to dwell too long before moving on.

Purple, the color of mystery, of the unknown, of peace. The color of Jaiden. Her drawing of Jaiden was intertwined with doodles of her tattoos. It all blended together in different shades of purple. 'New’ is written intertwined with her tattoos, a little further down it says 'Crush’. On the other side there’s: 'Scared’ written within the tattoos. Darker pops of color surround this word. She thinks back to the kiss, then she remembers she’s not the only contender. The words from her party echo'ing in her ear, Jaiden’s confusion… Schlatt. 'Jealous’.

Green, the color of money, luck and envy. The color of Schlatt. He looks strong, rugged in his drawing. Exactly as she thinks he’d want to look, invincible. But behind him are the brightest shades of green, maybe that could be interpreted as how she sees him. She’d never admit it. 'Safe’ is written in cursive, a little below that is 'Surprising’. She frowns as she draws him, he looks so peaceful here, so obtainable but the truth was he was anything but that. 'Hopeless’, followed by 'Impossible’.

Blue, the color of freedom, trust, and loyalty. The color of Eugene. There were multiple smaller doodles for him, each one dawning a different emotion. In one he’s the normal happy Eugene, but it looks as if he’s wearing a mask. A little lower it’s as if the mask is crumbling parts of it begin to flake off. He’s still happy, but the façade is breaking. The next one the mask is barely hanging on with a thread, you can see the sadness behind the smile- but the smile is still there. The fourth and final drawing shows him more like he looked the last time she saw him, when they made up. A tired sadness shining in his eyes, something she knew too well. 'Twin Flame’ is written in between these drawings. 'Understood’, and 'Real’ floating between the second and third drawing.

And finally black. In the center of the page was a self portrait, only she wasn’t the smiley version of herself she put on for everyone else. It was just… her. She looked tired, just as she looked right now, like she hadn’t slept in days. A run down, sad version of what she should be. ‘Second Choice’, ‘Fraud’, 'Annoying’, 'Whore’ ‘Loud’. She stared down at the words before letting out a huff. Ripping the page from her book, she tossed it into the trash can before starting over. This time as she started over she drew the version of herself that everyone was used to, the Tara Yummy version. She was bright, vibrant even. 'Bubbly’ 'Energetic’ 'Fun’ 'Hot’, all the things everyone wanted her to be, is exactly what she was right there on the paper. As it should be. As it was. It had been at least a week since she’d taken a bump, but as she stares at the new portrait of herself she put a tiny line on the paper, plugged one side of her nose and leaned in. This is who she had to be.