#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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[your-unfriendlyghost]

How I draw: Proportions/sketching

The first response to a few art questions from @johnny-and-clyde :))

sketching:

So I honestly used to be a lot more…intentional about my sketching?? Up until a few months ago I would draw out actual sketches that I’d then cleanly ink on top of in a separate layer, like this:

I’d try to keep things loose and easy, but I’m not fantastic at that lol

I have a tendency to over complicate sketches- It’s not super obvious here, but I did semi-map out the anatomy under the clothes and fabric folds. That’s probably a good thing to do, generally, especially since I was and am still learning anatomy.

I don’t do it much anymore tho, because I often got caught up in little details that just wound up covered by clothes 😭 So I generally focus on mapping out the clothing shapes over the proportions/ anatomy. Definitely study anatomy anyway tho- this only works for me nowadays because I did and still do study anatomy a lot lol

These days though, I don’t r e a l l y sketch that much. I mean, I do- but instead of making another layer and inking it, I kinda just clean up the sketch the way I would if I were using pencil and paper. I don’t have a lotta example images of this, because it goes from the sketch to the final lineart in one layer?

tried to reverse-engineer it here on this Angela drawing. idk how helpful that is tho lol.

Idk, most important thing for me while sketching is remembering that everything has a 3D form, and also to FLIP MY CANVAS FREQUENTLY so that it stays balanced lol. -also- I almost always take note of the ribcage, the clavicle angle, and the hip angle when planning poses

-And I consciously try to keep things from getting stiff, and think of the pose as an intentional composition. I actually struggle most with plain standing/walking poses, because I very often can’t think of ways to make them look…idk, interesting? That’s why it’s taken me so long to finish pt.2 of my Outsiders character designs- I can’t find good dynamic-but-also-stagnant poses for them

proportion:

Honestly man idk I just sorta say “fuck it we ball” and hope for the best. I used to think a lot more about this one but as it’s become more and more natural to me I become less and less able to define/describe it?? I dunno lol.

My art style is semi-cartoony, and honestly kinda inconsistent in terms of proportions. I generally aim for the hands to be similar in size to the face, and for the shoulders/chest area to have enough space to fit the clavicle…but none of this is really a conscious decision? It just sorta happens. The heads/eyes of my characters are usually stylized, and so the hands end up a bit bigger to match the faces, and I tend to exaggerate muscle mass but not really muscle definition…And I also stylize things for characters to better contrast each other. For example, I’ve noticed I draw Steve Randle stockier/bulkier than he is to better highlight Soda’s slenderness.

(see how they’re not as drastically different in build as I draw them? Steve seems bulkier mostly cos he’s shorter but has a similar amount of mass I think) (don’t quote me on that tho idk how to put this shit into words lol)

I have a pretty decent idea of how proportions are supposed to work from years of studying them, and I have no idea how to explain any of it. Just…do a lot of figure and gesture drawing, use a lotta refs, and it’ll make sense eventually 😭

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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!!!

[llau-ren-ti-a]

okay, I actually am IN LOVE with this idea and my mind ran wild so here you go, have my two cents too:

roughly 3.8k words ahead, mentions of injury, sickness, sex, and of course, fake dating

same shit different font; you and the Chiss girl are stranded on a remote planet after escaping the slavers, awaiting rescue when the Chimaera shows up

Thrawn is EXTREMELY suspicious at first; WHY are YOU with a little CHISS GIRL? Are you a Bounty Hunter? Did you kidnap the young girl for your own gain? Do you have any ulterior motives?

He tries to separate the two of you at first which fantastically fails, she bites and kicks and scratches and you are unwilling to surrender the kid without a fight

similarly asks you about your respective stories and cross-checks them, confirming that you are, in fact, telling the same story (and you did not acquire the kid illegally)

similarly proposes (hehe) the plan to pose as his wife/husband/partner and daughter and you accept with the hopes of saving your, and most importantly, the kid’s life

it’s definetly better than being stranded on that planet or worse, being picked up by some other group of criminals

you’re assigned a room and the kid stays with you, and for the first few days you don’t do much more than recovering (from your wounds and poor health) while actively looking out for different ways to make yourself useful in the future; plus you’re attempting to recover your personal data: birth certificate, graduation papers, your cv and so on

you have plenty of quiet hours in which you attempt to piece together the structure of a believable story for your fake marriage, and after a few days you approach Thrawn because of this

“We need to talk about our marriage.”

my goodness, you are in for something

for Thrawn this was a simple: “I will just say you’re the love of my life, it’s going to be fine.”, an easy solution to a complex task

you, on the other hand, felt the need to forge an entire life

“I still cannot fully comprehend on why it is important for me to remember your birthday.”

“You’re supposed to be my husband, of course you need to know!”

“Why can we not claim that she is our child?”

“She’s full Chiss. How are WE supposed to have a fully Chiss baby? (How are we supposed to have a baby at all?)

(author’s note: mpreg is possible, always)

“Have you ever even heard of genetics? So what’s more plausible? Child from a former marriage or adoption…”

-

He watches you closely as you pace through his study, mumbling to yourself, trying to fabricate a plan on how to be convincing enough for no one to question your relationship. It reminds him of those holo movies his colleagues used to watch when he first joined the military, romantic comedies about people making up wives and children and asking their friends to ‘just go with it’. You pick up the datapad and start typing, explaining to him what you are writing down:

“Adoption. It’s too easy to get a sample of your hair to prove you are not related. You can say that her parents were friends of yours and died when she was young, so she grew up as yours. Yes. That sounds plausible.”

He actually rolls his eyes because of your antics, especially when you hand him a stack of papers and ask him to check whatever you have written (if he approves you make adjustments according to his comments and ask him to learn the information by heart)

You have quite a few heated discussions about your made-up past, including but not limited to:

Where and how you met

(“That’s no one’s business.”)

How long you knew each other before you started dating

(“Private information.”)

Whether you knew he had a child under his care before you started to date or if she came into the picture later

(“Who even cares about this?”)

How long you have dated when you got engaged and married

Birthdays, anniversaries, favourite things, mutual friends, religious beliefs, interests, family-in-law, and so on and so forth

(“Why should I attempt to memorise these things about you?” - “You’re supposed to love us. Also, I need to learn these things about you too, so stop complaining.”)

Why you have suddenly decided to ‘travel the galaxy’ with him

(“Because I wanted you to.”)

-

During the evenings you are pestering him in his office, during the day you are all over the ship, trying to help out, make yourself useful, earn you place among the others. Thrawn pulls you aside when he notices this and tries to say something along the lines of: “As my wife you don’t need to work.” to which you reply: “I am as much a part of the crew as anyone else. I can pull my own weight and I refuse to be a burden.”

Standing up for yourself actually earns you a lot of respect among the crew, especially because you weren’t afraid to ‘talk back’ within earshot of the others. They don’t avoid you anymore because you are ‘The Admiral’s Significant Other’, but actually start to confide in you in hopes of making adjustments to their schedules and granting them additional days off or swap shifts.

He strongly dislikes you scurrying around the ship, mingling with the others. You’re his wife and you deserve something better than this.

(He is concerned that people are starting to question your act if you fail to keep up the act well enough. On top of that the child is glued to your side at all times and you are never seen without her - which in his mind could lead to a slip up if you are around too many people. Building connections and being present actually has the opposite effect, it strengthens your legitimacy as his partner tremendously.) His worries fly out of the hangar when he overhears a few crew members saying that he is a “lucky man with good taste”, starting to believe your decision wasn't bad at all.

Against popular belief you have to literally force him to teach you Cheunh; begging him for resources to help you study

"What for?” he asks.

“So I can communicate with my husband and my child in their native language? Many people learn their partner’s language to feel closer to their culture and family.”

He once again rolls his eyes at this, but digs up some dictionaries and programs to learn languages, he doesn’t actively teach you, but you overhear him and the girl talking every now and then

As many learners of a foreign language do you start out with familial terms: Mother, Father, siblings,… and that’s what you hear them talking about a few times

You cannot fully comprehend whether they talk about ‘your family’ or her actual parents and family, but you gain confidence in your abilities when you listen to their conversations

Thrawn, in turn, overhears you trying to talk to the kid, butchering every vowel and barely getting out a straight sentence. Despite this the kid is delighted to hear you speak to her, excitedly talking back to which you can only respond that you don’t quite understand her yet.

(After that, Thrawn starts teaching you Cheunh, as well as teaching basic to the kid so you can somehow communicate with each other, aside from gestures, facial expressions and the occasional game of charades.)

-

She grows on him so fast, he is exceptionally good with children and he actively plays with her, going as far as to order the grew to play hide and seek with her when he can’t play himself for once. He puts her to bed, eats breakfast with her, you don't know if he knows but he's playing his part well.

On the rare occasion she isn’t with you she has her tiny hand wrapped around his and he’s more or less forced to take her anywhere he goes, to the bridge, the control rooms, the engines, she’s either always with you or him - it makes it hard on the crew to not lose their composure whenever they see them together; they're too cute to handle.

It’s when you watch them play that you first feel the excitement in your stomach, flapping it’s wings like a little bird learning to fly. You quickly shoo the feeling aside, rebranding it as happiness that you simply haven’t felt in a long time, that now feels strange and different than before.

He has a similar moment - he is looking for you and finds you in the kitchen among crew members and droids making pastries and cake, and you smear a little bit of frosting on the tip of her nose and she giggles and looks at you with those loving, red eyes that only look more lovely when you joke with her in broken Cheunh and she responds in broken Basic which makes you two laugh even harder.

The way you two look and interact with each other doesn’t go unnoticed by the crew, like, at all and soon enough Thrawn notices them fawning over you, talking about 'the two being a delight to have around' and he can’t help but feel pride knowing that you somehow managed to integrate this family so well into the ship's dynamics.

More little happenings coming your way:

Scenario: you walk into his bedroom and place a basket on top of his bed, a few seconds later he walks out of the refresher and looks startled.

“What are you doing?”

“Laundry.”

“But this is my laundry.”

“Yes. Any problems with that?”

“Why are you doing my laundry?”

“Because that is what many men expect their partners to do?”

“I do not expect anything of you.”

Ouch.

“Alright, then… let me just put it away. I won’t do it again. I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

He watches you manoeuvre through his bedroom, carefully placing his clothes into the corresponding drawers, and somehow he is a little embarrassed when he notices that you even folded his underwear for him.

You wordlessly leave the room and actually distance yourself from him for a few days. You feel rejected and on top of that have embarrassed yourself. You felt so useless on this ship, having no real skill to contribute to anything of importance. Once you’ve gotten over your embarrassment you seek him out in his study.

The usual “What do you want?” has ceased a few weeks ago and was now replaced by an, “Ah, it’s nice to see you. How are you?”.

This time tho he doesn’t turn to you to greet you, looking at sheets of flimsy and a datapad thrown haphazardly across his desk. You approach him slowly yet with determination and silently stand at his desk. He has noticed you, you can see how every so often he looks at you from the corners of his eyes as if to check if you’re there.

“I want you to employ me.”

You say after a few minutes.

“What?” he says with a mix of bewilderment and genuine curiosity, somehow you managed to tear him away from his work as he gives you his undivided attention.

“You heard me.”

“What would you need employment for?”

“Independence. Plus, I need to save up money for my potential divorce lawyer.”

Your answer stuns him a little, he can’t quite make out whether you’re serious or just poking fun at him, but he reassures you with an “I’ll take care of it.” and a few hours later your file gets updated.

The job description is as vague as can be, but strangely includes doing his laundry, which you think of as a little weird and eccentric (you don't try to understand his ways as much as you used to do) but work is work, so you continue doing whatever odd jobs are offered to you, from kitchen duty to cleaning shifts, to hyperdrive maintenance to fleet repairs - no work is below you.

(He doesn’t know how you did it, but he swears his laundry smells and feels better when you’ve washed and ironed his uniform, not that he’d tell anybody, but it’s a luxury he decides to indulge in.)

Aside from that you play the “little housespouse” role a little too perfectly. You bring him coffee (exactly how he likes it, you’re his partner, you know things like this) and make sure he eats, you make sure to spend time as a family to keep up appearances.

(One time Thrawn finds himself dwelling on a memory he realises isn’t real, it’s one of your make-believe family stories he must have dreamed about, because suddenly this fake past seems so real and accessible. He withdraws for a few days in order to process this.)

-

sooner or later the first official empire event rolls around and he is asked to bring the two of you along (a wave of Congratulations and Condolences washes over you after he belatedly hands in his forged marriage and adoption documents he simply ‘forgot’ about, as he wanted to keep his life a ‘private matter’, not deeming it necessary for his employer to know these things)

so as a family you attend this gala-event-thingie and it’s a whole different level because these people aren’t your crew; they don’t know you - you’ll have to level up your game to convince everyone

the day of your arrival contains the first round of introductions; the kid (you’ve nicknamed her Cici (pronounced sea-sea, her skin reminding you of the ocean the first time you met)) conveniently only peeks out from behind you, arms wrapped around your leg

You attempt to wrap your arm around Thrawn’s, you know, keeping up the act, who physically recoils at this display of affection so you play it off with a: “Oh, I am so sorry love, I must have charged myself up and gave you my extra electrons, don’t hold it against me. Must be the carped-“ and the other couple (you assume another General and her wife) laugh at your stupid excuse and you continue making a hushed conversation about how distasteful you think the carpet is with that ‘silly coruscanti pattern’

In the evening in your shared bedroom (Cici is next door in the tiny hotel suit you currently live in) you both confront each other:

“What was that supposed to be?” you both say in unison and you dive head first into an argument (your first one, actually):

“Come on, we either need to act as if we actually like each other or as if we hate each other’s guts, but if you wanted us to do that you could have labeled me as your ex from the get-go and saved me the troubles of divorcing you!”, you say which finally gets him to shut up and reconsider.

“And how do you suppose we do this?”

“As much as you hate it when I touch you: try to wrap an arm around my waist when I stand next to you. Put your hand on my lower back, let me wrap my arm around yours; anything that won’t make us look like we're either uncomfortable being close or like a middle school couple that’s salivating all over the other’s face. We need to find a balance between full-on tongue kisses at the banquet and not even looking at each other. Just… show them you’re mine. I’m yours, that whole ‘they belong with me’ crap.”

He sends a few long moments thinking about this before je responds.

“I will try my best.”

“Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

you’re sharing the room; there’s only one bed (>:)

You put Cici to sleep and climb into bed with him, the both of you at opposite sides, but you fall asleep quickly. You wake up in the middle of the night and can’t help but yell out a startled “AH!” when you see two red eyes in the dark. Thrawn quickly presses his hand over your mouth to make you quiet - you have other ideas as your brain works quickly: You turn your yell into a loud moan (which works surprisingly well even with his hand still covering half of your face) and you move abruptly, making the bed frame knock against the wall with a loud “thump” a few times.

“What was that?” he whispers once you lay back down.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” you say sarcastically, listening out for movement from some of the other rooms or the hallway.

“Did you find that arousing? Did you orgasm?”

He asks it with a strange mixture of innocence and matter-of-factness that makes you slap his arm.

“For fuck’s sake Thrawn, you’d know if I did, I’m just trying to make the best out of this. Your freak eyes scared me.”

“My eyes are a common Chiss trait, and so are Cici’s. You should be used to how they look in the dark.”

You desperately want to close your eyes to avoid looking at those bright red glowing eyes that remind you so much of setting twin-suns, but you can’t help but stare.

“I don’t know. Maybe their oxygen levels are different, who knows. I’m sorry, I am just not used to sharing a bed with you, your eyes are so much bigger than hers and I guess I just panicked.”

You turn away from him to avoid his gaze, and he is almost still too busy processing the knowledge of you knowing about how oxygen affects his eyes when he hears you say:

“And they’re not freak eyes. I didn’t mean that. They’re actually very pretty.”, and after a few minutes of silence you add a: “Goodnight Thrawn.”

“Goodnight.”

The next day your neighbors (aka the people in the suit next to you) give the two of you a knowing look and you can’t stop your face from flushing to which they simply giggle before waving it off. Well, at least two people are convinced that your marriage is going decently. On this particular level at least.

Thrawn has his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to his side, while Cici holds his other hand. Ah yes, the appearances are appearing.

It's when the two of you (Cici is with the staff you were allowed to bring) walk through a local art gallery that it finally clicks. You talk a lot about art, famous artists from your home world and his favourites, you also speak about art theft and looted art, stealing other people’s culture, giving him a new perspective on his interests. (He will NEVER admit to the various ways his collected pieces came into his possession, afraid you might lose the respect you hold for him)

If asked he names your favourite painter as his own, speaking about composition and choice of colours when all he really sees is the way you talked about a certain piece exhibited in the galery that made your eyes shine with awe. He dwells a lot on the idea that it wasn’t the painting itself but your reaction to it that made it appeal to him.

After your little talks you actually manage to pull through the entire week-end of physical closeness, showing off the ring you had forced him to buy and talking about your relationship.

Thrawn was astounded because of the following factors:

Why are people so terribly nosey?

How on earth did you remember all of this?

Why did no one bat an eye when he didn’t get the wedding date right for the third time-

And why on Endor can’t he shake the feeling of warmth whenever he feels you close by, why can’t he shake the overwhelming amount of emotion that overcomes him whenever he looks at you?

To say he’s puzzled is an understatement, this weekend has thrown him into a full on crisis and he really needs to go home overthink his decisions.

Let’s just say this even gives him plenty to think about.

-

But the trouble doesn’t stop there, Cici has caught some mysterious Chiss-child disease that has no real remedy - you either survive it or you don’t. Thrawn attempts to be calm about this, he explains that it’s good that she’s having it now, considering it’s way worse when adults catch it; that once you’ve survived it you’d be immune, but it does little to actually calm your nerves. (He’s very worried to, that’s his kid in there and there’s nothing he can do.)

You spend day and night at the side of the bed - you feed her, give her something to drink and place a cold damp cloth on her forehead every so often to lower her body temperature. It kills you that you can’t do anything about this.

A few days into the sickness (no improvement in sight) you leave the room after she’s fallen asleep to catch a break. You haven’t slept much or taken much care of yourself, so when you open the door to step out into the hallway and see him standing there you are somewhere between embarrassed and too exhausted to care.

“How is she?”, he asks softly, to which you only shake your head. He sighs deeply before he steps towards you - he places a hand on the back of your head and pulls your head against his chest/shoulder. You kind of crumble at the closeness and your hopelessness washes over you. At this point you can’t help but shed a few tears, which you slowly wipe away.

“She’s going to be fine. She’s a strong kid, have some trust in her.”

After calming yourself and taking a deep breath you nod.

“Thank you”, you mutter against his uniform before you step away.

“I’m always here for you, remember?”

You blink in surprise at his words before you remember that wait, this isn’t real- You’re still deep in thought when he places his hand against your cheek and you can’t help but lean into his touch.

“Go to bed. I’ll take it from here.”

You nod and not knowing where else to go you make your way into his bedroom and force yourself to sleep there. Hours later when he goes to his room another wave of affection washes over him when he sees you sleeping in his bed, a new level of domesticity added to your ‘relationship’.

This is the second time you share a bed.

The next day Cici is mysteriously a lot better, you have no idea on what he did but when seeing her awake and alert the next morning you can’t help but press a kiss of relief to his cheek. You’re too focused on the girl to notice his face flush.

If more things come to my mind I might post again!

Thrawn fic idea 

[if anyone knows of a fic like this already written please drop a link! i want to read it ] 

imagine saving a young Chiss girl and then the two of you being found by Grand Admiral Thrawn, he takes you aboard the Chimaera and claims you and the girl are his wife and daughter in order to keep the young Chiss girl safe until he can find a way to return her to the Ascendancy 

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Your clothing folds are really good, do you have any advice on techniques or good videos to recommend?

Disclaimer: Im not a professional. Im a hobbyist who fucks around and finds out.

I recommend you watch some tutorial videos, since folds and wrinkles are something i haven't given much thought until just now.

As a general advise, i'd recommend you study the work of the artists you like. Take note of the elements you like and experiment with incorporating them into your own style/art. I think speedpaints are great for this since you get to see exactly what the artist does and how they do it.

Also use references. You can try to find pictures of clothes that are close to what you want to draw or you could even stand in front of a mirror and see where your clothes get wrinkly in any given pose.

The fabric usually gathers around joints and where the body is bending. Tighter and thinner clothes have more wrinkles while looser and thicker clothes have less. This is how/where i generally draw wrinkles:

I also drew one of my ocs really quick to show a bit more interesting pose and where i naturally put wrinkles

I hope the visuals are at least a bit helpful since i can’t put my train of thoughts into words.