#I was more interested in the pose/fabric study

[greymouse42]

🔼 soul's as quiet as an empty church 🔼

Pose reference was Emilio Gallori's ‘’Il Dolore’’

(pls no spoilers for Oxenfree II, I'm only a few hours in 🙏)

[whorediaries-09]

Girliee I have a request for kinkotober hehehhe

Sirius x reader with body worshipping and ‘please let me fuck my babies into you’

omg he’s just so perfect I can’t. Thank you!

yeah he's way too perfect 🫡

you're screwed up and brilliant;

pairing- artist!sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. a/n- to be sirius' muse 😮‍💨

prompt- body worshipping + 'please let me fuck my babies into you.'

the diner. kinkotober masterlist. kinkotober rules.

sirius has never been the one to break his own morals. through all the years he's worked on his art, with various models sitting on the stool while they posed for him, he's gained enough experience to control his emotions and not let his art persuade him. he'd taught himself to believe that his art was nothing but strokes on his canvas, and he wasn't in love with any of his models.

but sirius didn't know what he was putting himself through when he decided to hire you as his model. from being just strokes of paint on canvas, from you being just a model to be his muse. he didn't know how it began, or when it began. maybe it was after you'd admitted that you were more interested in his art rather than the cheques he wrote for you. maybe it was after you'd remembered the order of his favorite tea which he'd revealed once in flowing conversation. maybe it was after you'd lingered around him, looking at the different paintings on his walls. maybe it was after he'd realized your efforts of trying to get him know better.

you always lingered around his chamber, making conversations with him. today however, feels different. it almost feels as if you linger around for a purpose. he doesn't know if it's because of the request-or rather his wish he'd accidently spoken about to you, or if it's something different.

'do you think i can't be a nude model for you, sirius?' you ask. he doesn't reply. he stares at you, trying to study your body language.

well you certainly hadn't forgotten about his words, even though he'd told you to.

'no, no, it's just th-' he stops as you walk closer, leaning towards his form where he's sitting. his eyes travel up and down, taking your form in, the one he'd only dreamed up so close. your finger is on his lips, quieting him.

you see his pupils dilate, the artery on his neck vibrate faster. his crotch tightens against the fabric of the slacks he's wearing. his breathing grows ragged, and behind his pupils his gray eyes darken into a storm of growing desire. you smirk, running your tongue over the top row of your teeth.

'you're so precious, sirius,' you say. he unconsciously spreads his legs, and you straddle him. 'you know that?' you ask. you take his hands into yours, placing his cold touch on your hips. he grips the delicate fiber of your sundress, pulling you closer. his lips sooth over the burning skin of your neck, as he breathes you in.

it's slow, delicate and intimate as he eyes you up and down. he's pushes his hand between your skin and the fabric of your dress, his touch electrifying. he feels your wet arousal seeping through your underwear onto his groin. he groans, bucking his hips at the feeling.

'you're so beautiful,' he whispers, as if breathless. his hot breathe tenses over your warm skin and you moan, as his fingers feel the stretch marks on your hips. he digs his nails into them, his lips loitering over your skin, as he tries to feel every uncovered part of you.

'you drive me fucking crazy,' he says, tightening your legs around his waist and picking you up. he places your bottom on his desk, throwing away the tubes of paint, the mug of dirty paint water and his brushes. right now, he could care less about those.

right now, you were his art.

'i know that,' you tease. he chuckles, voice low, throat raw. right now, he could practically feel his heart beating against his ribcage, as if trying to be free from the strong confines. he'd finally gotten you just like he'd wanted, in his dirty dreams of sins. the nights he'd woken up, soaked in cold sweat, his cock erect and leaking against his sweatpants. he had stroked himself at the thought of your distinct scent and the moan that had once left your lips when you'd dropped a vase on your toe.

'no you don't,' he said, slowly untying the ribbons of your dress. he took his time, eyes and hands exploring your body, counting the moles on your skin, watching as the sleeves of the dress slip from your shoulders, revealing your chest to his hungry eyes. he takes a deep breath, his fingers digging tantalizing over the skin of your inner thighs, so close to where you need him, yet so far away. you practically feel your vulva swell with need as he kisses the nape of your neck, soft and sinful, trailing your jaw but never reaching your mouth. there's nothing he wants to do but, ruin you. ruin you for everyone else but him.

he presses his finger against your clit, watching as you bend your back, and spread your legs wider for him. his touch is cold, a contrast against your heated core.

'you don't know how many nights i've spent, withering on my bed, at the thought of you, at the lack of you,' he says, on his knees. he bunches the fabric of your dress at your hips, kissing his way towards your core. 'you don't know how much i've tried to control myself. you don't know how many times i've wanted to bend you over his desk, and fuck you till the only thing you remember is my name. you don't know how many times i've touched myself at the mere thought of you,'

you clasp his head between your thighs, his mouth at your core. you knead your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to your sopping core.

'show me then,' you say, voice fumbling at the feeling of his tongue against your slit. 'show me how much i don't know. show me how much you've been restraining yourself,'

as soon as your words register into his brain, he knows he won't stop. he can't stop. he plunges his mouth into your cunt, licking and kissing away like a starved man, while simultaneously thrusting his fingers into you. it's like he's known your body for your entire life, and he knows exactly how to bring you to the edge of your pleasure. he knows exactly where to touch, lick, kiss and press to have your walls pulsating around him in a mere moment of minutes.

and just like that, your core tightens, and your thighs do too, as you feel your orgasm plunging at it's climax. you bite your lip, trying to restrain the moan which hangs at your lips.

'cum for me,' he says, the vibrations of his voice harsh against the sensitive bundle of your nerves. your thighs shake as you release yourself onto his tongue, and he laps up every bit of it like a quenched man.

'fuck,' he says, standing up on his feet, kissing, licking and biting your body as he does so. he's gentle as he lays your back on his desk, sliding down the dress across your body. he throws it on the floor, unzipping his trousers, and pulling down his boxers, revealing his cock in all it's glory.

he catches you staring at his cock, and smirks, as he lines it up against your slit. he holds you close by his waist, against his chest. he's slow, taking his time to feel you as he enters you. he feels your wet, pulsating walls around him, the sounds leaving your lips a sweet melody to his ears.

'oh fuck, sirius,' you groan, with his first thrust.

'that's right darling, say my name,' he encourages you, his lips on your hairline.

he starts pulling his cock out, and pushing it back in, first slow, letting you adjust to his size and girth. you feel the nerves on his cock against the walls of your cunt. his tip touches your sweet spot, and you almost lose your mind.

'god, sirius you're so-so-good,' you whimper, almost pathetic. your toes curl as your core tightens. he hides his nose in the nape of your neck, taking in your scent. it feels like the nights he'd fucked his fist, at the thought of your intoxicating scent.

except it's not, and he's actually inside you, feeling you in all your glory. he's doomed, it was destined to be doomed.

his thrusts grow erratic, and you tighten around him, with your toes curling and mind blackening. you see stars with each of his unrhythmic thrusts, the coil of orgasm boiling in your stomach, before your breathes falter and you release yourself around him, painting his torso with your orgasm.

'fuck,' he groans, running his fingers through his sweaty inky locks. you feel him throbbing inside of you, his libido wearing off.

'god, you're driving me so fucking insane, m'love. please let me fuck my babies into you,' he says, holding your chin, his eyes gazing into yours.

'please,' you whisper, cunt sensitive, with his thrusts. he whimpers, before releasing hot ropes of his cum into you, filling you up to the brim.

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[forever-rogue]

Hello beautiful! Huge fan of your work! I have an interesting request. Don't know if you know or remember that tik tok trend where the women got those leggings, the ones that enhanced the ~booty~ and I immediately thought of frankie morales. 👀 could you do an x reader fic about that? Can be smutty too iykyk 🫠🥰 xo

AN | Oh, trust me. I do know 😏

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

You weren’t sure if you were more amused or embarrassed by your latest little impulse purchase. Perhaps it wasn’t so much an impulse considering you’d gone back and forth on whether or not to buy damn the thing.

Those silly leggings that everyone was talking about. The very ones that proclaimed to enhance your butt and make it look incredibly enticing. 

And, as you laid in bed one evening unable to sleep, you came to the decision to buy them. What was the worst that could happen? You’d have a new pair of leggings. Which wouldn’t be too bad. At best you’d have an extremely luscious booty. You considered that a win-win.

And now they’d arrived, your little package just sitting on the front porch until you were able to get home from work. 

Frankie had beaten you home and had grabbed the package and set it on the table in the kitchen, sending you a quick text to let you know you’d received a package. If only he knew what was in store. Maybe. The jury was still out on that one. 

Once you’d gotten home, you were ready to grab the package and all but ran upstairs. 

“Hey baby,” Frankie’s voice cut through your internal monologue and stopped you with a sweet smile. Your face flushed with warmth as you smiled back at him. Your husband, ever so observant, noticed that something was on your mind, “what’s up?”

“Hey my love,” you stepped over to him and let him wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. His arms might have been your favorite place in the entire world, strong and soft at the same time, holding you just perfectly. You buried your face in his chest, taking his familiar scent, all uniquely him, “missed you today.”

“I missed you too,” you could feel his chuckle reverberating throughout his chest, the sound familiar and always welcome. You looked up at him, finding those big, brown eyes watching you reverently. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips…and then you stole a few more, “alright, what’s up with you?”

“Can’t I just kiss my husband without any ulterior motives?” you teased, wishing that for once he couldn’t read you so easily, “nothing’s up, Francisco. You’re just really handsome and I am really lucky.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed in content as you carded a hand through his dark locks, lightly scratching at his scalp, “whatever you say, Abejita.”

“Exactly,” you grinned, “whatever I say goes. What do you wanna do for dinner?”

“How about we order in Thai?” he suggested and you perked up, stomach already growling. He heard it and laughed, a sound that went straight to your heart, “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll order if you want to go and change.”

“Perfect,” oh yes. This would give you the opportunity to try the leggings without him being too nosy, “just the usual please! I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

“You’re up to something!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you shouted as you bounded up the stairs taking them two at a time. 

Once you made it to your bedroom, you ducked into the en suite bathroom and ripped open the package. You were almost giddy as you ran your hands over the soft, buttery fabric. You undid your pants and almost kicked them off in excitement before pulling on the leggings.

They did feel nice on your skin, and you turned to study yourself in the mirror. You posed a few times, trying to take in all angles to see if the leggings did what they proclaimed to do. After a few moments of intense scrutiny you realized that you couldn’t quite tell. You like the way your butt looked, but honestly you liked it in most things, so you weren’t sure if the leggings actually did anything. That would be up to Frankie to decide when you wore them. 

You pulled them back off and stuck them in the laundry basket to be washed soon. You doubted that Frankie would notice anything new, especially an unassuming pair of black leggings. You pulled off the rest of your clothes and slipped some comfy loungewear before heading back downstairs. 

Frankie’s face lit up at the sight of you; he was practically the physical manifestation of heart eyes. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whispered shyly, “you’re gonna make me fall even more in love with you.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he grinned happily as you waved him off, “I mean it.”

“Even in my lazy, comfy clothes?”

“Even in your lazy comfy clothes,” he agreed, “always and in anything you could ever put on or without anything on.”

“You’re a fool, Morales.”

“A fool for you, Morales,” and you almost knocked him over with the sheer intensity of your hug. You really, really, loved this man.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

It was a few days before you managed to do laundry, and even longer until you finally grabbed the leggings. You’d almost forgotten about them at this point, but you had a day off and planned to do some stuff around the house, so you threw them on along with a t-shirt. Definitely not anything sexy or over the top, but comfortable. That’s what you were going for if you were going to be moving around. 

It wasn’t until that evening when you were making dinner that things got a little…interesting. Frankie had gotten home and had gone upstairs to clean up first, dirty and greasy (and very sexy in your humble opinion) and ever the gentleman with not wanting to get you dirty either. You were standing at the counter, chopping some vegetables for a salad when you heard him make his way back downstairs. 

“Hey honey,” you didn’t turn around just yet, instead focusing on the task at hand. When you heard nothing but silence, you assumed something was wrong. After wiping your hands on the tea towel you turned around to find him standing there with an expression of awe on his face, “Francisco? Is everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he managed to choke out, nodding slightly, “you look…umm. Wow.”

“Just so you know wow can mean a multitude of things, and not always good,” you crossed your arms over your chest and watched his face flush a pretty shade of rose, “care to elaborate?”

“You’re so fucking hot,” was all he managed to choke, which caused you to break into a fit of giggles. Normally so eloquent but suddenly rendered speechless, “I-I mean, you’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful but today you also just look so…hot.”

“Ahh, well thank you,” you bounced over to him and pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek, “you look very hot yourself.”

“Are those new leggings?” he finally asked, eyes skimming down your body as he swallowed thickly, “they look nice.”

“Oh,” you looked down at yourself when it suddenly hit you that you were indeed wearing those leggings, “oh. Yeah, I am. You like them, Frankie?”

“I do,” he confessed, almost nervously as he tried to make sure he wasn’t saying the wrong thing. When he saw the coquettish grin on your face he knew that he’d said the right thing, “I really do.”

“Do they make my butt look good?” you turned around and lifted your t-shirt just enough to make sure he could get a full, long look at everything. 

“They sure do,” he rasped and before you could say or do anything else, you felt his hands on your hips and he pulled you into his body, “so good, you minx. You planned this didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied innocently, a small gasp escaping your lips as he slid his hands down to grab at your butt, “maybe you just really like my ass.”

“Hmm,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm, soft frame. You felt him drag his lips against your shoulder and up the side of your neck which caused you to sigh happily, “you’re so gorgeous.”

“Francisco,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You loved him, you loved this, but you decided that you were going to mess with him just a little bit longer, “but I’m in the middle of making dinner so can you please control yourself for a bit?”

“Fuck,” he groaned as you slipped out of his grasp, moving to lean against the other side of the counter. You put the most innocent look you could muster up before turning back to the cutting board, “you’re killin’ me here, baby.”

“Aww, my love,” you pretended to give him a pout and he playfully held up his middle before putting on a puppy dog face of his own, “can’t control your own horniness for a few minutes?”

“One - it’s going to be longer than a few minutes and two - can you blame me? Have you seen yourself?” he tried to reach over to touch you and shimmied out of his grasp as you held up the knife, “you’re brutal.” 

“I love you too,” you grabbed a piece of cucumber and gently shoved it in his mouth with a giggle before he could argue any further, “you know, if you help me finish dinner, we can eat sooner and that means we can-”

“Whatever you need,” he nodded eagerly, “I’ll help.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

You made it a point to drop things or bend over as much as possible while the two of you made dinner. You could practically hear the small groans and sharp inhales that escaped his lips. Perhaps it was a little cruel, to taunt your poor husband like this, but you’d made it up to him later.

You also weren’t immune to the way he made it a point to siddle around you as much as possible, his hands just grazing over your body. You’d let him get away with it for now, just a little taste for what was to come.

“You’re eating so slowly,” Frankie pointed out as you chewed your bite a little bit longer before swallowing. Maybe you were, “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“It’s important to thoroughly chew your food before swallowing,” you shrugged innocently, “it can really help your digestion.”

“You. Are. A. Menace,” he insisted, scowling at his broccoli like it had wronged him in a manner most foul, “can’t believe you tricked me into marrying you.”

“That’s because you know I’m worth it.”

“Not right now,” he mumbled as you started laughing. You knew he was just playing but it was a little fun to get him all riled up. That was just one of the many wonderful parts of your relationship. You raised an eyebrow and he sighed dramatically, “fine! Even right now.”

“That’s what I thought,” you took one more bite before pushing away your plate and leaning back in your arm. Frankie’s eyes were quick to shoot over to you as he drank you up, “you know, I think I’m done eating.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm,” you grabbed your glass of wine and finished off before looking at him in what you hoped was a seductive look. Either way, it was your husband, he was a goner for you either way, “but…I’m still hungry.”

“Oh,” his pretty brown eyes widened. 

“Wanna help me out?” you stood up and held your hand out towards him. He watched you in silent awe before nodding eagerly and taking your outstretched hand. Before you could lead to him towards the stairs, he pulled you towards him, crashing his lips on yours hungrily. He kissed you like his life depended on it, refusing to part from you until you were both dizzy and out of breath “I see you do wanna help me out.”

“As if that was ever a question,” he  stole a few more kisses, making sure to get a good feel of your ass before dragging you towards the living room.

“Frankie! Upstairs - bedroom,” you snickered but he shook his head, messy curls bouncing roguishly. 

“No time,” he insisted, his hands already dancing under the hem of your shirt, “need you now, baby.”

“You’re too much!” but you were putty in his hands anyway.

“But you love me.”

“But I love you,” you shrieked happily as he gently pushed you onto the couch, pinning you underneath him. His eyes were as hungry as you felt, “Frankie.”

“As much as I love you in these leggings,” he tugged on the waistband, his voice low and raspy, “they need to come off.”

“Yes, please.”

[scarlet--wiccan]

Sorry to send another AAA question and I didn’t personally watch the show but that one post got me wondering about like. The worldbuilding. Is magic just something that happens to certain people in the mcu? Is it like mutants or dc’s homo magi?

Not that it never happens that way in 616 ofc like there are still Emily brights and such but I feel like magic is generally like. A family tradition passed on, something someone specifically pursues like any other skill, or something that develops out of existing abilities/circumstances. Idk if I’m wording this successfully or not but I’d appreciate your interpretation of that

No, I understand what you're saying. Broadly speaking, people don't just manifest magical powers for no reason in Marvel comics. There's usually some kind of context or circumstance to justify it, and spellcasting typically relies on study and practice. I'm not saying that's executed perfectly or consistently, but that's the overall gist.

In Agatha All Along, most of the worldbuilding revolves around the Witches' Road, but the series finale reveals that it's all a fabrication. We do learn a fair amount about each character's past--enough to make sense of their motives, at least-- but the show dances around answering questions such as where their powers come from, or why all witches are seemingly immortal. We never find out how Agatha came by her unique "dark magic," as WV describes it, or how she obtained the Darkhold. The most interesting thing we learn is that each witch has a different specialty, but this is extended into an arbitrary and non-comprehensive taxonomy of "witch types," a trope which I find personally annoying.

The show poses a dichotomy between what it calls "analogue magic"-- literal witchcraft, with material tools, spells, and rituals-- and more overt magical superpowers-- the flying, the energy blasts, and so forth. The former is more common than the latter. Seemingly anyone can study and practice witchcraft, but those flashy superpowers are apparently harder to come by. But the thing is.... everyone seems to have them. Agatha's energetic vampirism requires the witch she's draining to assault her with an energetic attack, which she then absorbs. In episode, we see her draining countless witches over the course of at least two hundred years, many of whom appear to be relative novices. And since there's no prerequisite for a witches' extended lifespan, the viewer is left to assume that America has been littered with immortal women who can shoot lasers from their hands since at least the 1600s. I walked away feeling like "witches" had joined the ranks of the Inhumans and Eternals-- a whole race, as it were, of super-people that have apparently existed this whole and are only now being clumsily retconned into the M C U's world... and will probably fade into the background again sooner than expected.

[myrmica]

do you have any tips for getting better at drawing anatomy? your poses are always so fluid and realistic

first of all THANK YOU!!! that makes me happy to hear!

under the cut because i got long winded... i hope something in here is useful! some of it may stray from the point, and i have no idea what stuff you already know.

in my experience a lot of it is about paying attention to form/volume. at one point or another i realized i vastly prefer art that emphasizes this, as opposed to flatter more stylized anatomy, as far as things i want to emulate in my own work go (flat styles can be cool when other people do it; this is a huge thing with art i think, developing a sense of discernment when it comes to the art you Want To Make versus the art you like but wouldn't want to mimic...)

so i add contour lines to everything i draw as i sketch because it helps me figure out where the object is in space, in relation to the viewer. doing this immediately establishes where the subject is in relation to the "camera" because lines curving one way mean you're looking up at something, and vice versa. if you've ever seen the coil method of foreshortening before, it's the same principle.

while construction lines won't always be there in a finished piece, you can communicate form in the curves of your lines. the round end of a sleeve is a countour line, so are fabric folds (although they have their own volume too), etc.

the feeling of looking up at someone, or their arm moving towards you, or their back turned away from you, that's where a lot of tension and dynamism comes from--some of the "fluidity."

another thing is to focus on weight, and how things interact when they touch... if you grip someone's arm, how does the skin fold/warp under pressure? can you actually draw it doing that, instead of leaving the arm being grabbed unaffected? stuff like that. a huge inspiration for this (and i think it shows in some of the artistic choices i've been making lately) is margot maison's work. like, check out this panel from bora the brain:

or this one of mine, where i just grabbed my own arm like that to see how it felt and what the skin did...

these are both examples of smaller details but the same principle applies any time you're drawing two people touching, or even a bent leg where the thigh and calf meet. i'm more interested in how skin/fat moves around than i am in getting the nitty gritty details of muscle groups and bones right. knowing the muscles and bones certainly HELPS; my personal favorite bones are the radius and ulna in the forearm, and keeping the way they move in mind Is useful because it reminds you that the arm isn't a uniform tube shape, it's a flat rectangle type thing, and it'll look wider or narrower depending on the angle... etc. see pronation/supination gif below:

they get recomended all the time but the morpho books are my favorite reference for doing actual intentional anatomy practice & in redrawing stuff from them a ton of tricks for constructing bodies have stuck in my head. like, here i was focusing on how they simplify the shoulder/armpit in relation to the ribcage:

(you can download most of 'em for free off of libgen btw.)

you can also get something kinda special drawing bodies from life. if you don't have other people to draw, your own hands/legs work too, and it's good for foreshortening and perspective because you're always seeing them in relation to your own viewpoint:

granted both this and the morpho studies are things i find fun to do. on the off chance that you're someone who finds studies tedious or boring, rather than pushing through it you might want to paint a character you like onto the pose you're practicing or something like that to keep yourself invested?

i also use references gratuitously. usually many pictures at once, where i'm combining them to get the pose i want. either just referencing different photos as i draw different things or literally editing them together depending on what it is. over time, i've gotten better at coming up with dynamic and interesting poses without a ref, because using them has built up my understanding of the body (it's actually way easier IMO to draw a dynamic pose without a ref than it is to draw a dude just standing there without one ?!)

there's sort of a push and pull for me between accuracy/realism ("can the arm Actually bend that way???") and exageration/stylistic liscense ("if it doesn't, does it look cooler like that?") where it helps to KNOW if you're drawing something that isn't technically "anatomically correct."

there's also a lot to be said for tracing over photos for practice!

thank you for the question, i love to talk about these things ^_^

[jmdbjk]

A sleeping giant.

The months of Jimin’s absence are finally revealing what he’s been up to.

From the W Korea article: 

"Jimin begins to leap in the air on a sizable mattress surrounded by flowers, bouncing up and falling backwards countless times; every movement he makes recalls his graceful performance onstage; Jimin, who studied dance at an arts high school, doesn’t simply jump. Instead, he rises and appears to float in the air for an instant. The camera captures the fleeting seconds of his flight...

...Jimin casts a giant’s shadow on a large backdrop."

The hoi polloi (actually most were people who are more wealthy than we are and were invited to this fashion shindig) were getting pushed out of the way so Jimin could enter the building. MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEASANTS, ROYALTY IS COMING THROUGH!

Commanding without even being conscious of it. 

As I was browsing Getty Images, I noticed a lot of the other guests posing for the cameras as they arrived...trying to get their moment in the flashing cameras... and there were a lot of special guests from the fashion and entertainment industries. And all Jimin wanted to do is get the heck inside the building ...fuck posing, where’s my Hobi-ah?

I could talk about the actual fashion show but I'm not sure if anyone is interested. All eyes are on Jimin. 

I should probably know who that shaggy white guy is sitting behind them but I could care less... but he sure was trying to figure out who those two young men in front of him were...

If I may, a few of my thoughts on this particular Dior menswear collection is that the silhouettes were so voluminous... shapeless really... especially the pants. They were like that in the Louis Vuitton show as well. Not a fan of billowy, wide-leg pants on men (you know how I feel about tight pants...I’m sure I’ve mentioned it a time or two). There were a lot of skirt/skort/kilt pleated type bottoms. Lots of tweed. Beautifully draping fabrics as usual. Flowy thingy details. And those rubber boots. The sounds those had to have made as the models strode around the backdrop to the narration of whatever that was ... The vibe was outdoorsy (which is what we know the summer collection was inspired by) and the ambience was... well... British country? Hoity toity quail hunting? With a dash of impracticality? Those flowy thingys are sure to get all muddy as you drag them behind you walking through that bog. 

However, there were a few pieces that stood out for me because of the texture and silhouette:

That ribbed sweatery texture looks very cozy and luxurious.

The tweed (or pattern) is classic and that jacket and pants look like something that could be tailored well for Jimin. I could see Jimin wearing either of those pieces. The bucket hats were sort of oversized (Jungkook would love them).

I love that Hobi attended the Dior show and was able to be a familiar face for Jimin. It made me feel better that he was there.

I can imagine Hobi oohing and aahing as the models went by... and Jimin trying not to giggle at him (being at his core ‘my goofy friend in sweatpants who loves soju…’) and Hobi is decked out head to toe in Dior as well.

Between the Dior show coverage and the WKorea magazine article, my poor brain is overwhelmed.

I wonder if Dior is aware of the unicorn it scored at its Menswear Fall ‘23 show... the presence of Jimin AND Hobi.... no other fashion house may ever get that lucky. 

And now the Vibe making-of video.

I commented not too long ago about when I thought the Vibe MV had been filmed and my guess was late August...and I was WRONG WRONG WRONG! Lo and behold! in the Vibe making video! Jimin's hair is blonde! under that beanie! when he and Taeyang are prepping for the video! The only time we've seen a hint of blonde Jimin was Jin's enlistment day DECEMBER 13!. Look closely, blonde hair peeking out from under Jimin’s beanie:

This little Vibe making video also showed me the friendship between Jimin and Taeyang and knowing that Jimin was influenced in his youth by Taeyang makes me understand more clearly why Jimin is not afraid and wants to be naked for us:

So I am here to thank Taeyang for that. 

[walkman-cat]

For the artist asks: 5, 6, 18, 25!

hi isabel!

5. What’s your favorite thing to draw?

the walkman cat posse [name pending]!! they're my favourite things to doodle (and i doodle them A Lot wbwbw)

i also love drawing clothes and fabric, but my little mascot and its friends take precedent

6. What’s your least favorite thing to draw?

probably foreshortened fingers or feet/shoes, but that's because i havent done a lot of studies and am uncomfortable with them

18. What are you currently trying to improve on?

i am Incredibly rusty (because i wasn't really able to work on a piece during exams season) so i'm trying to just get back into the Zone with art (and relearn 3/4 and side profiles :'))

more specifically though, i'm trying to do more pose studies! i wanna try draw more dynamic and interesting poses instead of just bust drawings or people standing upright wbwbw

25. Do you like to draw in silence, or with music?

i like drawing with background noise, but i usually don't listen to music when drawing unless it's on a flight or i'm in public. usually i put on a game stream vod (secret sleepover society my beloved <3), but what ends up happening is that the video ends and i'm too focused on drawing to realise, so i end up drawing in silence lol.

one time i tried to draw with mr freesciencelessons explaining the biology content in the background because i thought it would help with revision. it did not help with revision. would not recommend :p

artist asks!

[wolfpants]

Nr. 1 and Nr. 3? Happy New Year🫶💫

Hello there! And a happy new year to you too, anon!

favourite fic you wrote this year

Okay, my favourite fic I wrote this year is actually my Erised fic, which isn't yet revealed! So I'll go with my second favourite fic, A Saviour's Guide to Manners and Decorum, which I wrote for @getawayfox's birthday.

3. favourite line/scene you wrote this year

Oh interesting question! Okay, I'll go for this one. I'm not sure it's my favourite, but I love the idea of Harry sitting in on Draco posing nude for a life study. So it was certainly a lot of fun to write.

“Here,” June adds, handing Draco a silky piece of white fabric. “We’ll use this today, I want them to focus on their material details. Perhaps with you sitting on the block and draping it over one leg?” Draco nods, running a hand over the back of his heated neck. He’s absolutely fine with this. He pulls off his t-shirt, folds it over the chair, and next comes off his trainers, socks, jeans, underwear. The room’s getting more crowded now—he can hear it, the wave of noise throbbing along with the nervous pitter-patter of his heart. He clears his throat, steps out from behind the screen, fabric in hand, letting it fall over his groin. He walks to the middle of the room and climbs onto the block. Potter, still sitting by the window, looks up curiously from the Basquiat book in his hands, nearly dropping it and swearing loudly when it flaps out of its dust jacket, tumbling awkwardly over his lap. Draco turns, his back—and his bare arse—to Potter, and he sits down, spreading his legs out, draping the fabric into position. He leans back on his palms. June claps her hands together. “Right everyone. I want to see a range of techniques. You have—” she checks her watch, “—twenty minutes for the warm up pose. Then Draco will change position every five minutes for another twenty minutes, and we’ll finish with one last pose for another forty. You can start now.” Draco stares at a smudge of blue paint on the wall straight ahead, takes a small sip of a breath, and thinks of England.

From Everybody Hates a Tourist

end of year fic asks

[jimenathefirst]

Maybe I could be a better human with a new name...

— was that JIMENA HERRERA? the 27 year old is a LADY, how exciting to see them this season! rumors have it they are NURTURING and ENERGETIC, but i’ve heard they are PUCKISH and DISCREET as well — maybe that’s why they’ve been called the THE THESPIAN. I have even heard that SHE MAY NOT BE WHO SHE CLAIMS —only time will tell.

BASICS

Jimena was born Jimena Perla Lazaros to working class parents along with her two older siblings, Gabe and Emiliano. She spent her youth running barefoot and climbing trees and likely getting her siblings into trouble.

When their parents died, her siblings felt the weight of making ends meet for the family while still trying to give their little sister a good life. They strung money together to afford her some lessons, gifting her a few hard skills, but at the end of the day she's still worked odd jobs throughout her life.

At points, she was a street vendor slinging watercress, violets, primroses and lavender. Currently, she's one of many women trimming hats, and occasionally helping her siblings with their work. Thanks to never quite sticking to anything, and being one blurry face of many, it's been easy for Jimena to be invisible.

One to value whimsy, Jimena is playful and mischievous. She loves exploring and pulling little pranks and smiling contently in a room of people laughing. She is youthful and loves children, unafraid to crouch to their level or get her hands dirty, and hoping to one day have a family of her own. But if she's to do so, the thought of raising them with the same difficulties her and her siblings face upsets her. Everyone she's ever loved, or will ever love, deserves more.

Which leads her to this season...Jimena's done her research, she's watched closely for seasons now, studied the hands of wealthy pianists in the home Gabe works for, and she's decided to do the unthinkable. Debut--as someone "worthy". She is now Jimena Herrera, gentry, visiting, and hoping to marry.

TLDR: Jimena grew up working class and is currently pretending to be gentry so that she can marry into stability and support her future family and her siblings, who have done so much for her. She's risking a lot, and has been finding little ways to push the lie forward. It's made her secretive and a little on edge, slowly realizing she's bitten off more than she could chew.

CHARACTERISTICS

Face Claim: Barbara Lopez

Height: 5 ft 7 in

Positive Traits: playful, nurturing, energetic,

Negative Traits: stubborn, forgetful puckish, discreet 

Hobbies: Flower/herb picking, tree climbing, horse-rider admiring, learning, the outdoors, active activities, etc.

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WANTED CONNECTIONS:

A best friend - Jimena is close to her siblings but obviously knows other people and/or has at least one or two solid friends, who may support her or think she's insane, but it would be nice to have at least someone who knows Jimena's true self.

Someone who knows - While Jimena's life has made it easy for her to be invisible before this, it's likely someone can recognize her or would know her from somewhere. This might be someone who is suspicious of her and realizes over time, or someone she may have to bribe (this may be helpful if your character wants/needs something). 

Help/Alliances - Jimena can't do this on her own, so I'm looking for people who may be able to supply her with fabric, or dresses, or anything that might help her pull off their elaborate lie. She's willing to work for it. I'm also interested in if she can be posing as someone's distant visiting cousin, whether or not that person thinks this is true, which might give Jimena access to some of their resources (like carriages, horses, a fancy home, etc). Bonus if they think having Jimena helps THEM so they give her things.

Gentry+ connections! Has she hit it off with anyone? Who is she...I don't know...taking strolls with? Past romances? New romances? New enemies? Frenemies? People she doesn't trust? People she does...but shouldn't? All the plots!

[nightroo]

May or may not have forgotten what I posted here myself months ago so the last post had a few repeats. oops.

Well I know for sure this one won’t because I stopped posting when I started the second semester, which is what this post is about. So the drawing above is the start of working with more complex shapes, using the ones we learned from last semester. This is also where things got interesting, since I could see the potential for architectural drawings.

There are a lot, and I mean A LOT of drawings like these in my sketchbook, I’m gonna show you only the ones I find interesting.

After that we went back a bit for cast shadows, which I have decided are my new mortal enemy in art. A long time ago it was rendering hair, but that’s nothing compared to this.

The amount of calculations you need to do for this and the different formulas for each shape make me wanna rip my hair off. And that’s before getting into more complex shapes.

They're not 100% correct but my teacher said the majority of people won’t notice anything wrong so I shouldn’t worry about it. I won’t until I need it for a personal project, then I’ll get very annoyed again.

After that nightmare I got rewarded with finally using colors to render for the first time!!! I love rendering with colors so I was very excited haha

The copper (right middle sphere) is my absolute favorite, and my teacher really liked it as well.

We also had a small lecture on arrows and ribbons/fabric and we got to render them with colors as well.

For all the colored drawings I used a combination of alcohol markers and colored pencils. The markers melted and blended the pencils and I could use this to mix colors I didn't have. For example, I didn’t have a red marker at all.

After that we had a fun exercise where we needed to either study an object or design our own. The purpose was to use the previous lessons about shapes in perspective, and the rendering of different materials. I went with a gun design, but not just any gun-this one is technically 3 guns, a pistol and an SMG that you can connect and form an assault rifle. So I designed each gun separately (somehow I managed to turn this exercise to designing 3 objects instead of one, leave it to me to make it harder on myself lmao), and thought about how they connect, making sure the chambers kinda align and stuff like that.

I don’t wanna brag but I got the highest grade in the class for this assignment. Mostly because I’m the only one that actually rendered the different materials (or tried to), but also because my teacher liked the idea and thought it was interesting, and something people would actually buy if it was real.

It’s not the best but I literally didn’t have a grey marker so I was pretty limited. I chose a stained-glass theme for some reason, I didn’t want to make it a normal looking gun. The scan made it a bit more contrast-y than it is irl.

After a huge break we came back and had one lesson of silhouettes, something I kinda knew but never went out and made studies of. The challenging part of this was the time limit, at the start we had a minute, but it went down to 30 seconds. We were allowed to go overtime but it wasn't considered good.

On the same lesson, we also had life drawing, using each other as models. We had to get the pose down in one minute, and then take that as a reference for a more detailed drawing. I chose to completely change the context at that point lol

The next lesson was about isometric perspective. I don’t think I’ve actually talked about this here, but I got scammed by a guy who asked me to make him a city island in isometric perspective, then when it came time to pay, he “took a vacation” for two weeks. Came back to tell me he’s definitely gonna pay me. Proceeded to disappear. Anyways I haven’t done isometric from that moment until this lesson, where we were given a prompt word and had to draw an environment following it. I used only colored pencils for this one because I forgot to bring my markers, but it was a nice restriction to only use 12 colors and try to combine them to make the rest. I really enjoyed this one since I got the freedom to make something cool.

(the prompts are top-to-bottom forest, COVID-19, underwater and space) my teacher walked up to my desk to see what I’m doing while I worked on the space one, and he said “you are crazy” every time he passed by. He showed everyone’s work around, and a lot of people liked mine :) The space one is based on a black hole btw, but if it was an eldritch horror.

The last lesson was a time for the teacher to review everyone’s work one by one, so most of the time we were waiting for our turn. He put up a pic of an old camera if any of us wanted to draw it, but I used it as a reference for a building because it reminded me of art deco architecture. After finishing that, I had an idea for a shrine kind of place, inspired by a spot I built for a friend’s minecraft server that we didn’t end up using. And I topped it off with Lykena and Eivrun sketches (that for Eivrun might turn into a full painting when it’s her turn)

The entire year my teacher was occasionally asking me if I’m not getting bored, because we were going through a lot of basics I was obviously proficient at already, but I always found something new to learn, no matter how small, even on topics I practiced a lot before. So I’d say this workshop was very useful for me. And besides, it’s always good to get critiques from a professional, and from people who are interested in art.

[kaguya-muneuji]

(2,) 5, 9, 10, and 16 for the ask game!!

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

depends on the day honestly..! i couldnt tell you definitively but its probably facing right rn

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

ok if were going by digital art i think 75% is posted ? well that ive drawn recently.. otherwise out of all the files i have its like 20% LMAO and as for traditional youve seen like 1%. my sketchbook is so messy oh my go

9. What are your file name conventions?

ok this one also depends on the day but usally its something along the lines of [character name(s)] [another identifying word (like study or smth)] [ridiculously long keysmash]

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

probably sleeves! its kinda fun to try and place the clothing folds in the right spots its like a puzzle to me (i love puzzles) but i should probably experiment with different like. fabric thicknesses and stuff bc those have more/less folds . idk what im thinking whoops

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

uuu hmmmmm this is kinda hard but i do not like drawing legs... i mean im ok at them but like. theres usually nothing interesting goijng on and i like to put focus on the face so . and also posing the legs is not fun most of the time

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Seven: Echoes in Rain Pt. 5

Envy, clearly having lost interest in the story, was much more interested in the soup more than anything at that point as they served themself up. Lust, on the other hand, was thoroughly disturbed by the story as Gluttony had stopped playing with the hideous umbrella and was confused by why Lust was so frightened after hearing the story. To Gluttony, that was a brilliant idea on how to get more people to eat, though he’d have to figure out a disguise that’d work first. The storm and the frantic searching parties outside of the apartment could be heard as lunch was being enjoyed by only two people. Dolly paused for a moment as she thought of something that would go well with the dish. “You know, this would go pretty well with the Kirsch I got as an offering. Could I go fetch it from next door?” Dolly asked as she placed her spoon down and got ready to leave her seat.

“Envy please let her get the kirsch.” Lust interjected before Envy could shoot down anything.

 “Fine, but if you’re not back here in three minutes, I’ll come after you and extend your punishment time.” Envy said with a bit of an annoyed hiss to their tone.

 Casually, Dolly got up from her spot and quickly made her way back to the apartment, leaving the homunculi to their own devices. Lust, wanting to get her mind on something that wasn’t that wretched little tale Dolly told, looked at Envy, ready to get right to business. “So, how are we getting the sacrificial offerings?” Lust asked immediately now that Dolly was out of the room. “I have an idea, we’ll just trick Pride into thinking they’re supply requests from our target. Pride is such a puppet and content with the country he ‘rules’ over with the pets, he wouldn’t question the requests. There’s no way we’d be able to get Dante to agree to this, she may go on the offensive if asked.” Envy said as they enjoyed the soup, Lust thinking over that proposed plan. “We should make our item requests believable then that they would be something our target would like.”  Lust reasoned as she thought over the plan a bit to see if that could work.

 “I’ll have to study the target a bit more thoroughly then once he’s back from the Armstrongs. Either that or I’ll pose as the target at the workplace and fabricate his likes.” Envy debated a bit before shrugging.

 As the homunculi drew out their plans on getting a better compensation plan for themselves, Dolly had been unlocking the door to the apartment, eager to get the kirsch to enjoy. The thunder continued to rumble as Dolly went into the apartment, but froze when she saw that a man with an x shaped scar on his face was sitting at the table, eating cereal he had raided from the cabinet. “...Cardboard really wasn’t the best option to cover up that broken window…” Dolly said in a bit of a shock, the man with the x shaped scar nodding in agreement having stopped midway eating his cereal.

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 Three hours earlier before the shelter in place order had commenced, Alphonse had wandered into the alley to look at the cats there while Edward had gone into the bakery to pick up donuts to enjoy while visiting the dreaded colonel. The rain was readily ricocheting off the armored body of Alphonse as he heard an odd clapping sound coming from a fallen over garbage can. Carefully kneeling over, Alphonse looked into the garbage can, making his voice softer than it already was.

 “Here kitty, it's okay, it’s safe to come out.” Alphonse said gently as an odd red clay lion-like creature came forward inside of the garbage can.

“Well you’re a neat looking kitty, I’m Alphonse…I wonder what your name is..” Alphonse pondered as the little creature opened his hideous maul to answer.

“And you’re a neat looking kid, name’s Ernest.” Ernest answered smoothly, catching Alphonse off guard.

“You’re not made with humans by any chance?” Alphonse asked immediately upon hearing Ernest speak.

“Nah, no humans were used in making me, why?” Ernest responded in an nonchalant fashion.

 “Oh good, last time something spoke, it was made with a human and ended really badly afterwards.” Alphonse answered out of relief that he won’t relive that incident once again.

 “Well that’s messed up. Say, you wouldn’t happen to know of a place for me to stay in, do you?” Ernest asked, seeing as the rain wouldn't let up and put a bit of a pause on his full on escaping Central.

 “Oh! You must be freezing cold out in the rain, you may stay inside of my chest if you’d like?” Alphonse innocently said as he opened up his chest armor for Ernest to hide out in.

 “I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to impose..” Ernest teased a little bit to see what else could be offered.

“My brother is getting donuts right now and where we’re going is pretty warm.” Alphonse added in hopes of gaining Ernest’s interests.

“Donuts you say? Well say no more I’m fully sold.” Ernest ‘relented’ as he climbed inside of Alphonse’s chest to stay comfortable when the voice of Ed could be heard.

“Come on Alphonse, I got the donuts and I don’t want to deal with Colonel Mustang or his stupid face if we’re late!” Edward shouted into the alley, scaring off many of the other stray cats as he got pelted with more rain.

Closing the chest plate once Ernest was inside, Alphonse came running over to Edward, ready to head back to the Eastern Headquarters. The rain poured heavily as the thunder began to resound once more as the Elric Brothers and their passenger arrived at Headquarters, passing by the Fuhrer who looked oddly eager about something. Ernest shifted a bit to get comfortable and make plans on how to properly exit Central. There was a bit of guilt, a fleeting one, about tricking the kid into housing and feeding him, but Ernest mentally shrugged it off a bit. Ernest only needed to wait off the storm, hope the kid will be leaving town relatively soon, and look for an opportunity to leave, preferably in an area he could live off the grid. The Elric brothers entered the building, running late thanks to the storm right as the shelter in place order went live. Ernest was now inside in the Eastern Headquarters as the dread homunculus ruler had left his castle open to all sorts of horrible possibilities.

[kiwiwola]

What i like making

Ok. It's a Sunday, it's snow-raining, I did exactly one (1) chore, so I want to sit down and thing about what...I'm missing in my art-making.

I've managed to get out of the rust phase--the tea shop I found that opens late has made it easier to just plug in and do the thing more regularly, without having to battle the big "getting set up" (and getting distracted) obstacle I usually face. And I've been mostly focusing on doing studies, which also makes it easy to slip into the same brain mode each time and just go. But I feel like, now that I've gotten some of that rust off, I want to be able to use this non-rusted state to start drawing the things I want to draw. The things I haven't had time for.

Only...I can't seem to remember what that is. I look back in my sketchbooks, and I don't find any unfinished threads that I feel compelled to pick up again. That is, I think, what I would usually do in the past--find something I want to redraw, or an idea I want to expand upon or grow, and continue to flesh it out and create iterations on it. But there aren't a lot of those things I feel like doing anymore, at least not right now.

So I'm sitting down today to try and...look at the things I created before and not necessarily find things I want to continue or iterate, but to analyze what I enjoyed in the past, so I can figure out where I can nudge and direct my art-making now to make it enjoyable again, but for present me, who is different in interest, situation, and capacity than past me.

~

The first thing I would say that has always been really helpful for me is my...I'm not sure what to call them, me-as-a-fish-person-processing-life-and-existential-dread comics? They're not comics, and sometimes I don't draw a fish person anymore, but I've been doing them since...I think college now. They kinda sit somewhere between doodling and journaling. I talked with my therapist recently about how even though I don't always enjoy the process of making one, having made one helps put distance between myself and a difficult experience, or give form to feelings I don't easily know how to describe so I either stuff them down or let them run rampant. It's also kind of a low-stakes way to experiment with sequential story-telling, the "how do I arrange this so it shows what I want to show, and creates the feeling I want to share?" which is a sort of problem-solving I enjoy. There's a couple of old memories that have bubbled up in the last few days that I think I would like to do this with.

And i really like drawing fanart of characters I want to see more of, and imagine more of. I think I haven't done this lately because I haven't really watched/read/played anything lately. I like seeing and redrawing moments that imagine particular moments with more animation-esque expressiveness and reactivity. I think I've wanted to do this with some of the Chinese costume dramas I've been watching, but so much of it (the costumes, the poses, the backgrounds) is out of my wheelhouse I'm not sure how to get there. I've done a few studies that I haven't really liked, but maybe if I sat down and set about focusing on learning these parts more conscientiously (so not just sitting down and drawing a scene and going "I am studying all the things in this scene by drawing it," but focused on fabric and the costumes for awhile, focused on poses and landscapes specific to this genre for awhile) it wouldn't feel like I was failing each time, completing the study but without actually learning how to do the thing in a transferable way.

I like doing fanart of like, dumb goofy shit too--I think that's one of the things I loved back when I was actively watching/drawing Critical Role stuff, just drawing goofy-ass shit that made me laugh to hear or imagine. There's been some moments when I'm watching a game or art streamer, and I've wanted to draw just a goofy moment or comment. I feel like when the content of the stream isn't fictional though (like with a dnd game), that might be..kind of weird? Idk. I worry about there being a sort of parasocial element to that. Maybe that's one I'll keep in a physical sketchbook, then. And you know, the more I think of it, it may sound weird to just like..draw quotes and moments from a stream but it's really similar to how I took notes during lectures all throughout school tbh--I'd either draw alongside my notes, or draw stuff to emphasize certain quotes or ideas, or little historical figures or authors saying the points. Huh. Can't believe I never made this connection before.

I want to play around more freely with color, find what sorts of vibes different color palettes bring. And i want to discover this through exploration, and not by looking at a bunch of premade palettes, necessarily. I was noodling around in a new sketchbook yesterday with some markers, and thinking of what color to use or add, and the question "what does this need?" came up in my head a lot as I was thinking. And there is a big swirling pot of colors in my head. And I think "well the color I've used here is light and pale and cool--let's keep the palette cool. I will go with a blue, because it's muted enough to look like a green in the shade. And if put this purple over it, this purple is a bit closer to crimson than blue, and is more vivid, so it will look nice for patterning but also give a bit of a vein/living organism vibe. The green at the top I want to feel different, because it's a fabric--so it's a very bright green, slightly warmer, and the purple or blue can be used to create some dark parts, the way a satin ribbon has some very shiny parts but also holds a very lush dark in shaded parts sometimes."

When I use a premade/predecided palette, I find I miss out on this fun brainstorming/breadcrumbing process of...figuring out what particular color I want to add next based on both what I've put down so far and what feeling I'm trying to evoke or material/substance I'm trying to portray.

I think...those are some good nuggets to start with for now.

[elifigdrawing]

Week 10

Class work!

Homework Exercises

Pillow fabric study

Self portrait

I drew that sitting pose really strangely. Not sure what happened because I remember feeling quite confident when I was drawing it. It was interesting drawing a second self portrait. I made sure to have better lighting this time but I was also going off a photo of myself so it feels a bit like I cheated. It was more fun to draw this time round though!

[walrusi]

hey is there any advice you have on learning anatomy and clothing folds?

more preferably videos...

but books and text are fine!

omfg hi.. i feel like i barely even have a grasp on anatomy but i would say studying definitely helps a lot ^_^ even if you don't do it so often it still helps u improve i think!! ideally you would draw from life (if u can get someone to pose for u that would be awesome.. or a life drawing class would be awesome but You Know) i usually just use quickposes (https://quickposes.com/en) and do the 30second option teehee. but if u are not so confident i think maybe. a longer time would be good to try to capture the anatomy as accurately as possible

i think generally if u observe something and draw it repeatedly u will get better.. i would also suggest using reference images and eventually it will come a little easier naturally. i collect an assortment of images i like the feel of to reference later on pinterest

as for clothing folds i think looking at images will help and if u kinda think of gravity and whats under the fabric that may help u a bit. im sorry i dont have better advice there. i used to really like browsing the tutorials of kelpls (https://kelpls.tumblr.com/tagged/clothing) AHAHHA

as for videos i do like sinix' vids (https://www.youtube.com/@sinixdesign) but i do not watch enough videos to give a good suggestion there LMAO. for books i cannot vouch for anything other than fat but morpho seems to be a good resource for anatomy (i think they have one w simplified forms if that interests u at all)

[dagnedoodlin]

I wanted to do a more dynamic pose, so here's Maki in pants! This scenario is specifically the first time Maki can go shopping for pants. With her tail, for most of hey life Maki has to go to a tailor and get pants made especially for her. But Maki likes to shop! She enjoys feeling the fabric, seeing what's to small or too big, and walking down the aisles. She can do that with skirts, dresses, shirts and anything in between, but not anything with pant legs.

Until we meet the lizard people! I don't have a special name for them yet but they're on the furry planet (the planet with werepeople and people who are just Like That that I've been calling the furries. But they're not only animals! There's gonna be birds, lizards a stated defore, bugs, and maybe even fish people/mers. There's also normal people too, so the werepeople aren't like. Just weirdos that lose their hair for however i want to do that.)

I got distracted up there but yeah Maki goes to a place with enough lizard folks with tails like hers so she realizes she can go shopping for pants and y'know. Anything fairly tight that doesn't have an open back. Also, mild aesthetic thing, I might be changing Maki's hair a little! Specifically her bangs so they're following her head more and less sticking off to the side weirdly. It might help me draw her head in different positions!

Underneath is an alternate version that I actually did first! Or. Well. I kinda did them both simultaneously?

Okay so! This technically would never happen simply because Maki's Deili mark is on her back so she'll always wear a shirt before anything else, BUT I wanted to do Maki's skin on a larger plain then her face and hands, and on something more complex then her tail (also the torso/arms are things I'm more confident in doing for some reason? I just find the shapes easier to understand. Especially against the legs. I'm going to have to do a leg study soon simply bc I'm STRUGGLING with legs atm.)

So since I've basically been rendering Maki's skin, I had to figure out how to make her pants and shirt interesting without also rendering them. Which may have been easier? Anyways, first I got one of my cool brushes and tried to add some texture, which worked with the shirt, but the pants were still looking flat. While I was trying to figure it out, my super cool cousin who's been doing art for a very long time suggested I do a minor gradient from the bottom of the pants up and it worked! You can't really even tell it's there, but it gives some nice depth to her legs/pants with barely any work! It's a miracle!!!