#Sorry for the simple doodle! But I hope it's okay!

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Soulmate | Lewis Hamilton Ver.

WC: 4.6K

Summery: You live in a world where soulmates exist, and each person is born being able communicate with them by writing on your own skin.

Warning: one curse, make out session, death of a parent and a dog, not specified age gap.

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Lewis Masterlist

Max Ver. , Oscar Ver. , Charles Ver.

Everyone describes finding their soulmate as the best thing that could ever happen to them. Everyone grows up being able to communicate with their soulmate through their skin. Whatever you write will appear on the other’s skin. And once you wipe it off it’s gone from their skin. Only your soulmates writing will show up on the others, it wasn’t uncommon for children to write on obvious places in hopes of finding that love all adults describe, usually parents or adults will make them wipe it away but it still happens.

The marking is a way for you to identify your significant other, a way for you to find them. But the universe decided not to make it that easy. One of the things you can’t share is your name, where you are, and sometimes what you do. It can’t be that easy, you have to work for it, you have to wait for it.

Your markings started when you were just a baby, showcasing that your soulmate is a bit older than you, not an adult but definitely older. Your parents realised that after a while and since you couldn’t write yet, the writings from your soulmate stopped. You remember the first time you decided to write to your soulmate.

You just wrote a simple : Hi.

It only took a minute or so before a Hi was written under yours. It made you break into a fit of giggles. The happiness you had then was unbeatable.

And so you started talking to your soulmate, who is definitely older than you, and he definitely knew it and spoke to you appropriately to your age. Growing up with your soulmate, you realised how determined, kind, and level-headed he is. He’s the one you always go to for advice. He always has your back and best interest in mind. A problem with a friend, you ask him. Can’t decide what to study, you ask him. What food to eat, you ask him. You’ve come to know when he’s sad from the way he wrote and you always found yourself writing encouraging things to him when that happened, or stupid jokes that you hoped made him laugh or just feel a bit better. You always wrote or doodled to each other every day. All soulmates, especially those who haven’t found each other, always carry a pen with them, just in case.

For Lewis, today was different. You’re always doodling, always having something to day to him. So when the morning turned to the afternoon before it was the evening and his messages went unanswered, and he just sat staring at his empty skin, his heart suk. He has never felt so alone since you first wrote that cute Hi all those years ago. Your absence weighing him down.

And so one day turned into two and then three, and as he continued to write, he became ore desperate, hoping for a reply that never came. Worry ate at him, making it hard to focus, and he had to focus he had a race.

Finally, on the fourth day, he got a response.

’I’m sorry I didn’t write to you.'

His heart skipped a beat, he replied instantly.

’are you okay?’

You choked back a sob once you read his words, not reaching out to him, broke you, but you were already broken, already so sad, grieving.

’My mum died’ You wrote as tears left your eyes smudging the ink as it transferred into his skin. ‘I feel so lost.’

The reply from your soulmate came instantly. ‘I’m so sorry love, I’m here for you always’

You clutched the pen, the wight of your grief letting for s second by his words. Despite the distance, you felt his presence, a comforting warmth that soothed your heart.

’I wish you were here’ you wrote your heart yearning for the comfort of his presence. You haven’t met him yet, but you knew he’s what you need right now.

‘I am’ He replied. ‘I may not be there physically, but my heart is with you, always.’

One day, as you stared into the mirror, you found out that you and your soulmates are one of those rare ones. Because you’re one of the least, then 1% that when your soulmate gets a tattoo, it appears on your skin. Thankfully it’s not black ink, but it’s pale lines. It looks like healed scars. Your soulmate had no idea that you’re that kind of soulmates, and you never told him, so as the years went on, more lines started appearing on your skin. Some left you confused, and some left you smiling. You almost told him when he got the tattoos on his hands because some people thought it was scars at first before they got closer to you and realised it’s drawing and lines and writings.

You closed your eyes, imagining him by your side, feeling his arms around you, offering the solace you so desperately needed. Over the next few days, your exchange became your lifeline. Each message from him helped you a little. He was there for every stage of your grief process until you were okay, as okay as you could be and even after that.

You’re always thankful that he hasn’t tattooed his face. You were confused with the 44 behind your ear and the lion on your chest, but there was one tattoo that he got recently that had you raising an eyebrow. The tattoo was near your pelvic bone in cursive. It would be covered by his underwear. It was like a tattoo that only you two knew about, even if he had no idea that you knew about them.

You work for an event firm in the UK. The company has been able to secure a deal with Formula 1 to do some events for the fans in Silverstone. And for once you and your soulmate seem to be in the same time zone, it’s always hard for you to write and the other to be awake at that time. So your mood was good, you felt happy and excited about the event. There was something that made you feel giddy and ready for the event to start. Planning took time and was hard, but you’re happy with the outcome.

The one tattoo that helped you more than you’d think is the big Still I Rise across your back. Every time you felt down, didn’t do well in something you’re doing you’d catch a glimpse of it, and you’d feel better, and you’d try harder.

The first two days went by smoothly, for the four days you were working. You were walking around the paddock with a clipboard in hand, your hands scanning the crowds for something, you don’t know what, or who. But you just had this urge to look around. You needed to focus on your job, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something significant was about to happen. It was a sensation in the pit of your stomach, pulling you towards something unknown.

You were so lost in thought that you almost missed it. It was a fleeting glance, a glimpse of a figure moving through the crowd, but you saw it, you have no idea how but you saw it, the unmistakable tattoo, ‘god is love’.

Your heart skipped a beat, your hand went to your neck, and you touched where you knew yours was. You blinked, trying to steady your breath and look again. The man turned slightly, and you caught a glimpse of his hand. It mirrored the one you have on your own hand. Looking at his face before he goes lost in the crowd, you frown. You’ve seen him before. You frown and walk in the direction he went, looking around before you stop dead in your tracks. There he was, looking at you. Lewis Hamilton… his poster, of course. The 7 time world champion is your soulmate.

You take out your pen and start writing on the palm of your hand.

’how’s the weather?’

It took him a few minutes, a few minutes of you stressing. Did you imagine it? Was this actually your soulmate?

‘gloomy, what about where you are?’

’also gloomy’ you write back and sigh, you bite your lip and head back to where your boss is, you’ve known her for a long time and she became like a friend to you.

As you were walking, you saw a big screen showing what was happening on stage in another part of the track. There he was, as a strange sense of deja vu hits you. It was like you knew him your entire life. You stared as he laughed and chatted with the interviewer.

You took out your phone as you reached your team.

”y/n, are you okay?” Your boss asked, you nod not looking up. She didn’t believe you and walked up to you. “y/n?”

”I-uh, I think I know who my soulmate is.” You look up at her with vurnable eyes. She frowned.

”That’s a good thing, right?” She asked you, confused by your behaviour, you turn the phone for her to see. There was a picture of hands that held the same tattoos as yours. Her mouth went into an O shape when she read the name of the article that had the picture attached to. “Oh.”

”Yes.” Your voice trembled. “I need to get into the Mercedes motorhome or garage or something.”

”Consider it done.” She said. “I’ll have to make a few calls.”

Your heart was in your throat as you walked to the Mercedes motorhome with your new pass along with your boss. You had finished your work for the day, and she wanted to be there for you. You both walked into the building, the weather in there much warmer than outside, the room was buzzing with staff and guests alike. You took off your jacket and pushed the long sleeves of your shirt up as you felt the warmth of the room. A woman dressed in the Mercedes uniform walked up to you and your boss.

She greeted her, and they both talked. They knew each other from school. The woman then turned to you and smiled. “Welcome to Mercedes, I was told you wanted to come today.”

You put out your hand to shake hers, and she looks down at your hand and frowns. Most likely, she thought you had scars before she glanced closely and realisation hit her. She looked up at you with wide eyes. “I’m looking for someone that I think I share his tattoos.”

”I see.” Her eyes softened as she understood your words, and she noticed your nervousness. “You’re in the right place. Let me see what I can do.”

She led you upstairs where the VIPs were, as you waited, your mind raced. It was a mix of excitement and nerves. You glanced at your tattoos as you traced them.

“Calm down, y/n, it’s going to be alright.” You boss comforted you and pulled you in for a hug. You hugged her back and closed your eyes.

”Excuse me.” A voice interrupted your hug. You both pulled apart and looked at the man in front of you.

”Yes?” Your boss asked, but the man had his eyes on you.

”I’m sorry for sounding rude, but can I see your arms.” You recognised him then, it’s Lewis’ dad. You gave him your hand, and he inspected it, be fore he pulled up in for a hug. “Oh my god, thank you, thank you.” You just let him hug you. He bruptely pulled back and looked at you, his eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

”It’s alright, this is emotional for everyone.” You said, tearing up a bit yourself. The Mercedes woman came back and smiled at the scene in front of her.

”Lewis is in a meeting room going over some data, I think it’s better you meet him there.” She said and glanced around. “More private.”

”Yes, yes, that’s best.” Lewis’s dad said, and you were shooed by him and your boss. You followed her up another flight of stairs to the top level, where the meeting rooms are. She walked into a room in front of you.

“Lewis, there’s someone here who needs to speak with you.” She said, her voice calm and reassuring. Lewis looked up, his brows furrowing as he turned to face the both of you. “This is y/n, I think you’ll want to hear what she has to say.”

With that, she smiled at the two of you and left, closing the door after herself.

”Hi.” You said as you tried to fight the smile from your face but failed in the end.

”Hi.” Lewis stood up, he was walking around the table to reach you when he noticed your arms, he frowned, he wasn’t one to judge but he was surprised to see the scars? He stopped, but you walked a couple of steps closer. He then noticed it, tattoos.

Lewis was stumped. He thought they were scars, and he wondered what happened to you for you to get them. But in a split second, he noticed that they’re tattoos. His tattoos, on your hands, arms, and any part of skin, he could see. He took a step forward, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.

”Are they real?” He asked his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you… are you really her?”

You felt your throat tighten, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, I think so, I’ve been seeing your tattoos on my skin for what seems to be my whole life.”

”I can’t believe it.” He said, his voice soft as a slow smile spread across his face. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.”

As you stood facing each other, it seemed like the world around you faded, and noises from outside ceased to exist. This is the moment you both were looking for, waiting for. You take out the pen you have in your pocket, and as a final point to prove that you are, in fact, soulmates, and your soulmate isn’t just a Lewis superfan, you write on your hand.

’Hi.’

Lewis looks at the palm of his hand and smiles. He turns it to you and there in an identical handwriting his ‘Hi.’

Lewis reached out, gently taking your hand in his, and his touch sending a thrill through you.

”There’s so much I want to say, so much I want to know.” He said, his voice filled with emotion. “But first, I just want to thank you for being there, for walsh being a part of my life, even before we met, when we were apart.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you smiled up at him. “I’ve always felt you with me.” You said as your own voice trembled. “Even when we were miles apart, I knew you were there, and now… we’re finally together.”

”Yeah.” Lewis squeezed your hand, he said softly, his eyes welling with tears of his own. “We’re together, and I promise I’ll never let you go.”

You throw your arms around him for a hug, and he doesn’t hesitate before he hugs you back. You imagined being in his arms time and time again. Every time he comforted you, you'd imagine he’s right there giving you a hug. All those imaginations are nothing compared to the real thing. The warmth of his hug, the security and familiarity of it all is different.

It’s all so overwhelming that tears wouldn't stop leaving your eyes as you clutch him tighter. Lewis runs his hand up and down your back.

”I can’t believe I finally found you.” You sob, and it takes a lot for him not to cry with you.

”Me neither, I’ve been waiting for a long time.” Lewis said and pulled back to see your face.

”God, you must’ve waited for a long time.” You say realising that he’s older than you. He’s had to wait for longer. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you had to go through everything alone.”

”I wasn’t.” Lewis whispers, his eyes holding yours hostage. “You’ve always been there for me, ever since your little Hi, you’ve been there.”

The door opens before you can say anything, and it’s one of Lewis’ engineers. He looks apologetic once he sees the two of you.

”I’m so sorry, but Lewis it’s time to go.” With that, the man ducks out of the room and leaves the two of you alone once more. Lewis hesitates, and he doesn’t want to leave you.

”Go, I’ll be here when you’re done.” You tell him with a teary smile, Lewis kisses your cheek, takes a deep breath, and prolongs his hold on you before he has to let go.

Lewis tells his team to take care of you, you’re given an all access pass for the Merc premises. You watch qualifying with Anthony, Lewis’ dad. He tells you what’s happening, trying to explain it to you as much as possible. You’ve never been a sports fan, so you never stumbled across Formula 1 before. And other than the research you and the team have done for the event, you knew nothing, but it looks like you’re about to know everything.

“He went first, right?” You asked Anthony not taking your eyes away from the screens. You were sitting at the edge of your seat, filled with anticipation and buzzing with the mood of the room.

”Yes, there’s still Q3, but he’s done the fastest lap in Q2.” Anthony explained, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Taking your pen out, you write ‘you did so well, i’m cheering you on’

Lewis, of course doesn’t answer, but he’s seen your message, and you hope it helps keep his confidence high. Anthony told you about Lewis winning in Silverstone before and how it was in 2020 that he’s done it last. Your ringers crosses as Q3 started, with each lap the track evolved and everyone kept changing position, it was a Mclaren and Mercedes fight, and as the chequered flag was waved and the last cars passed, George went first, before Lewis passed the finish line and taking pole position. The room erupted in cheers, your eyes welled with tears once more, you don’t know all the hardships Lewis went through in his career, but you knew it meant a lot to him. You’ve known when he was at his lowest, and he’s been feeling down for a long time, and you found out why that is. But here you are now, and here you’ll stay.

You write another message after you whip the first away.

’congrats, I’m so happy for you.’

You see Lewis get out of his car, congratulate George, and get weighted before he takes off his helmet and gloves. He looks at his hand and smiles. You feel ecstatic seeing how happy he looks from your words. Anthony pats your hand for a moment. He’s thankful for your presence in his son’s life.

After Lewis is done with his interviews and whatnot, he goes back to his driver’s room, where you’re waiting for him. When he walks in, you imminently hug him, buzzing with excitement.

”Lewis, that was amazing. You did so good, I’m so happy for you.” You say and breathe him in.

”It was all for you, y/n.” Lewis says, and you couldn’t fight the blush from forming on your face. Lewis’s hands cupped your face before he took notice of the tattoo on your neck. He traced it, looking behind your ears for the ones he knew would be there. “did you get all of them?”

”Yeah, all them, I saw most of them get done.” You told him and Lewis’s fingers moved to your. hands looking at the lines he knew by heart.

“Did it hurt?” He asked his eyes, meeting yours.

“Not one bit.”

”Why didn’t you tell me?” Lewis was confused.

”Would you have stopped?”

”Of course.” Lewis answered in disbelief, almost offended you’d ask such a thing.

”That’s why I didn’t tell you.” Lewis chuckled and continued up your arm raising your sleeve with it, until he couldn’t anymore, his touch left you breathless, it was electrifying. You gently turned around and raised your shirt for him to see your back, his biggest tattoo. “I was scared about this one first since it was done in a few sessions.”

Lewis didn’t respond. His eyes were locked onto the skin that’s being exposed to him. From the look of your skin, one would think it’d be rough, but as his hands moved from the bottom of your spin and up your back, it couldn’t be the furthest from the truth. His hands left goosebumps in their wake. You closed your eyes, and your breath shuddered as you let it out. You move your hands up, and with Lewis, you remove your shirt.

Lewis’s hands hover over your bra clasps. You lean back into him, and that was all the encouragement he needs. He quickly unclasp it and watches his tattoo on your skin.

”You know, this shows everyone you’re mine.” Lewis’s voice sounded hoarse, his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed.

”Left your mark on me before we even met.” You said, sounding breathless. You turned around and looked at him, your eyes half closed, your hands on his chest. “Maybe I should do a tattoo of my name so everyone would know that you’re mine.”

Lewis groaned at your words, his hands holding your waist a little lighter. Your hand moved down his chest, feeling his abs before you felt his pelvic bone going down before you stopped.

”I want to know why you have this one.” You bite your lip, stopping your smile from breaking through.

“It was an impulsive decision.” Lewis breathed out and pulled you closer by the belt loops of your pants.

“Well, we have to see who the lucky one is.” You say rearing to the ‘lucky you’ tattoo you both share right next to your private area.

“I can already tell, I’m the lucky one.” Lewis whispered just as his lips tout he’d yours. The kiss was full of love and lust. The intensity left you gasping, Lewis took his chance to deepen the kiss. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck and the other slid to the top of your butt. His lips were warm and demanding, moving with an urgency, he’s waited for this moment for a very long time. Your hands went up to his braids, and you pulled slightly. Your mouths moved in a heated dance, just enough tongue touching to leave you craving for more. The kiss seemed to heat up, consuming, as you tried to memorise each other.

His hand moved from the top of your but up your back, feeling the skin there, and you pressed yourself against him, feeling the solid muscle of his chest, his heart beating hard, matching yours.

Breaking away was hard, but the small breaths you both were taking weren’t enough, and you needed oxygen. “Fuck, what are you doing to me.” Lewis asked, his voice husky and raw.

”Me? What are you doing to me?” You look at his lips red and a little puffy from the kissing you’ve been doing, and you know yours will match his.

“Maybe we should wait until we’re in a more private place.” Lewis says, having the same train of thought as you, he glanced at the door which he hasn’t locked.

“I think so.” You mumble before pressing your lips for one, two, three more kisses.

”Turn around, I’ll help you.” Lewis mumbled, and you followed his words. He hooks your bra and hands you your shirt back. He even helped you pull it down.

Walking out of his room after you’ve both calmed down, no one was the wiser to the make out session you two just had. You went back with Lewis to his house, his family left the two of you to talk, to get to know each other.

So you sat with Lewis in one of his hoodies and shorts, your make up wiped away and just ready for a cosy night.

“What’s your favourite tattoo?” Lewis asked you curious, you hummed thinking about it. You both sat on the sofa right next to each other, Lewis had his elbow on the back of the sofa and his head on his hand, the other one in yours, your legs were over his, it looked as if you were intertwined.

”They’re all unique and there isn’t one that I mind, maybe the Muhammad Ali I don’t enjoy as much.” You say with a giggle, Lewis pats your calf where the tattoo is visible. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing and everything, a legend for certain.”

”But not enough to have him tattooed onto your body.” Lewis adds for you and you nod.

”The one I resonate with the most, is the still I rise one.” You tell Lewis. “You certainly got it at a time when I was feeling the worst and like a fauliar, since you got it whenever I felt like I couldn’t do something I’d look at it and I’d just try again.”

”I’m glad.” Lewis smiles at your words.

”Who’s Coco?” You ask lewis taking his hand is in yours, “My dog, she died in 2020.” Lewis said and you squeezed his hand, feeling bad for him and for brining it up.

”I remember you told me about it, a heart attack right?” Lewis nodded, you brought his hand up so you could kiss it.

”There was so many times, that I wished you were with me.” Lewis confessed, the tones of your voices calm, low and intimate. “I wanted to find you so bad, so many times.”

”I did too, I hate that you spent so much without me.” You tell him and sigh, before giving him a small smile. “But we get to spend the rest of our lives together.”

”We do, I’m taking you with me everywhere.” Lewis says and pulls on your hands making you move that bit closer.

”Good, because I’m not leaving you.”

”Tell us, Lewis, what do you think made you have the last push to win today?” The interviewer, Jensen Button, asked Lewis, who smiled and searched for you between the Mercedes crew. You just emerged between them with a grin on your face, this was all new to you, so you had no idea that you could be at parc ferme and see the podium from there.

”My soulmate.” Was his simple answer, the fans all cheered as Jenson was shocked that Lewis found his soulmate after so long.

”She’s here?” Jensen asked, and Lewis nodded with an unbeatable grin.

”Right there, and I can’t wait to go and kiss her.” Lewis said, pointing in your direction.

”Well, one more question before we let you go and do just that…” Jensen asked the queastion and Lewis was paying half mind to him, he gave a practised answer. “Okay, we’ll let you go to your soulmate.” Jensen put the mic away before he patted Lewis’ shoulder. “Congrats, mate.”

He wasn’t talking about the win. Finding your soulmate is much more important than any race win.

Lewis walked up to you and did exactly what he said he’s do, his hands went to your cheeks, yours to his race suit to pull him closer, before his lips landed on yours.

The camera flashes were blinding as the fans all cheered for you both. What a moment.

Lewis pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re my lucky charm. You have to come to every race.”

”I already told you you can’t get rid of me, I’m not leaving you.” You tell him before he was pulled away. He had to go.

You watched Lewis on the top of the podium with the biggest smile, his eyes caught yours and he sent you a wink.

Lewis sprayed the champagne before he raised it up and took a sip out of it.

Here’s to forever.

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[tibbycaps]

Do you know have any tips on how to draw a comic? As in simple style and easy to draw and consistent in redraw? I love your style and I can't help but wonder how you got here and if you could help. Thank you

okay sorry i left this in the inbox for a bit because. where to start lol! there's a lot of thought that can go into making comics i think. but i believe you're specifically asking about having a consistent art style and being able to draw the same character a lot over and over again, so i'll try to focus on that

i think a lot of consistency is just playing around with character designs and getting something you feel comfortable with. ill use grian as a good example because it took me a while to come up with a grian design that i liked. once i liked it, i was able to draw my grian a lot & very consistently. every time you draw a character, even if it's a little doodle, you gain that muscle memory for ur lines a little better, so you should doodle always as much as you can and never be afraid to try something new and experiment with your style

the pipeline

i think a good way to establish a character design that you really like to draw & can familiarize yourself with is by defining some key features about them. like in this image for example, my older grian designs don't really have anything about them that stands out to me. he wasn't rlly that fun to draw. but nowadays i think i have a distinct hairstyle & expression & glasses shape i give him, which are fun to draw. even if it's a tiny doodle with like, 15 strokes, you can still identify it as my grian design i think

something that i noticed (i didn't consciously do this but it just sort of happened as i was trying to make them all look different from one another) is that i assign different shapes to grian, cub and scar. these guys are good examples because 1. they're the three characters in my hotguy comics part and 2. they're the three guys i draw the most often

grian i tend to go for more rounded shapes, cub more squares/rectangles, and scar is more pointy and triangular. little things like this can help them stand out from one another and makes them fun to draw in my opinion. when i draw grian's hair i always have the hair come to a rounded point and is more neat/tidy. when i draw scar the hair is more spiky and wild. cub is sort of in the middle where his hair is more pointy, but is kept neat, which gives it those straight lines and right angles

TL;DR how i draw characters easily and consistently is make key features & shapes that make them fun to both draw & look at. and then draw them a lot

i hope that makes any sense, i like yapping about character design so hope you don't mind the long response lol ^_^

[lizzie-wendigo]

Well, now that I have finished these doodles, I'd like a little constructive criticism to the pilot, its fandom and its creator:

Pilot & Creator:

I must say that this pilot is extremely interesting, even the animation is better than many projects from big studios! Just knowing that one of Gooseworx's (the creator's) inspirations was the novel "I have no mouth and I must scream" is an important and interesting fact that drives you to watch this series!

Unfortunately I didn't see this pilot until the end of December, since its fandom really repelled me from seeing this project and I didn't know much about what they were talking about (I'll talk about that later), but I'm very glad I saw it. Its creator is a very creative person and she shows a lot of the maturity she has by making decisions based on HER DECISIONS and not by what the fandom wants (fan service).

Besides, I love the theories that people make regarding the plot of the series, personally I love the religious theory because of the references that gooseworxs makes.

Fandom:

Okay, I'm going into dangerous territory. I'm still undecided if I'll go in or not.

The reason is very simple, no one will deny me that the fandom is extremely sick, toxic and cringe; Which is why I didn't watch the pilot in the first place. I know not all fandom is like this, but at least 85% of it is horrible.

And I'm sorry to tell you this, but it's very possible that the same fandom will lead this project to failure and it goes without saying why. It's about to become like the fandom of Vivziepop projects like Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss (fandoms which I didn't last long in due to toxicity). At least Gooseworx is looking out for their fandom and trying to calm things down, not like "Miss Vivzi make polemics and look I'm inclusive AF, now go throw shit at Scott Cawthon for something that doesn't concern me but I still hate him, so that you don't see my hypocrisy creating characters that are also stereotypes while I boast about how proud I'm of my Latin ancestry even though I have never set foot in LATAM."

Plus, I found a ship that I love (but knowing the fandom, they might come and throw shit at me just because I like it) I'm still afraid of the fandom, but I trust that my audience is not toxic, and because they'll be able to enjoy the few fanarts that I will make of this project.

I can only hope that gooseworxs doesn't back down with this project and succeeds as it deserves.

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Soulmate.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Soulmate! Reader Warnings: None I don't think? Author's Note: still old fics from @bapplbrumbl - unedited

It was in all caps, simple, but elegant. A blue ballpoint scrawled the somewhat legible lettering on the back of his hand. It was an unusual feeling, felt as if you were writing it yourself. He wasn’t. A soulmate thing, He didn’t really understand the reasoning behind it, or why it happened. Just that it was unusual, and that less than 45% of the population had it. Only those with a true soulmate; one that they actually had a chance of meeting. It was activated through sight, as soon as you saw your soulmate, whether it be a fleeting glance or prolonged eye contact, they would have the ability to see everything you wrote on your skin.

Dentist 2:30, it read.

Never anything useful in finding her, always appointments, or little reminders to get milk. Sometimes even a beautiful line of poetry that he wound up writing in his letters home to Steve. But, never a name, or an address.

She had obviously seen him before though, as he could read what was written on her skin; see the little doodles that lined the edges of her hands. Every Tuesday, 11:30am, they would appear. He assumed it was the cause of a boring class, a solid hour of sketches of flowers, and trees. She was talented and educated. He could tell. Bucky really liked that about her. But, sadly, he didn’t know who she was, and there was a possibility that she didn’t realise he existed.

At 16, he enlisted. Because of his duty to fight for the country he loved? Maybe. Because she had written about a visit to the recruitment office and he wanted the possibility of meeting her? More likely.

He wanted to at least see her. He wanted to be able to write to her and have her read it. He wanted a name, an age, anything to give him hope. But routinely, a simple ‘hello’ was written in bold capital letters. There was never a reply.

The first day of his training was a nervous one. He had left Steve in Brooklyn, alone, and the guilt was eating him. Not to mention his ‘skin scribe’, as Steve would put it, hadn’t left any messages that week. Bucky bit his nails down to stubs whilst on his lunch break. Any hope of finding her now was long gone, She was probably back home. And Bucky was most likely going to die fighting.

One of his fellow Regiment brothers cracked a joke. Something at Agent Peggy Carter’s expense. Bucky, desperate to fit in, poked in as well.

“Women on the front line? She wouldn’t last. Too busy combing her hair or something-”

His peers laughed. It died down rather quickly as a female voice spoke.

“That’s a write-up.” the person said. He hadn’t seen her before.

“Sorry ma’am” Bucky replied.

“What is your name, Soldier?”

Bucky sighed, “James B. Barnes, Ma’am.”

The woman nodded, turning on her heel as she walked away. Pen in hand. The man ignored the feeling of embarrassment as he turned back to his group.

“Bloody psychopath,” Bucky laughed, slightly on edge and checking the time on his watch, 11:29. “Okay boys, we’re late for track. Let’s go.”

The encounter was forgotten as quickly as it had happened. Bucky ran the 500m track, correcting his form as much as he could. He ignored the scribbles that appeared on his hands, much too focused to look at them. In hindsight, he wished he had. The quick glance before she washed her hands was not quite enough for him to believe what he had read. His heart fluttered at the sight, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. But it was too late, the pen had gone. Only the trace of the little note that took place on his skin.

James B. Barnes - 107th

If he wasn’t already nervous, he certainly was now. Almost stopping in his tracks as his regiment caught up behind him. He ran off of the track, despite the shouts of his superiors. He scanned the base, no faces jumped out at him though. He swore to write something to her as soon as he found a pen.

“Barnes, What are you doing?”

“Sorry Sir, Bathroom issues.” He lied.

Clammy hands gripped the pen tightly in his right hand. Veins climbed his fingers, framing the space where he was going to write. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried to contact her, but the extreme likeliness that he’d seen her that day made his heart thunder. Thoughts swarmed in his head like wasps around fresh fruit. What if he hadn’t seen her? What if she wasn't here? What if she didn’t reply, and didn’t want anything to do with him?

A shaky hand, lettered the words ‘are you here?’ In a small font at the top of his hand, leaving space for her to reply.

You had decided not to tell Peggy of the encounter with the rude group of soldiers. She already had it much too hard to hear every little rumour around the barracks. And so, the write-up went unfinished. ‘No trace that could hurt Peggy’s feelings’ you thought.

You were supposed to supervise training that afternoon, instead opting to take some well-earned time away from the camp. You sat with your book, reading. Eyes scanned the pages, taking in the words of one specific sentence to mind. Grasping for your notebook, you could not find it. Instead dog-earring the page to keep it in mind. Peggy would be mad at you for damaging the book, but you could deal with that later.

A knock at the door signified wanted entry. Cynthia entered. She was nice, you had nothing against her personally, but all she ever wanted to do was talk about her soulmate and how they met. The story was cute the first time, but after hearing it weekly for the entirety of the year so far, it got boring. And your feeling of loneliness grew bigger.

The whole soulmate trope felt like bollocks to you, where did it come from? Why do we have it? Millions of questions in your head but one of them stood out the most: Where was yours?

You were one to draw on yourself anyways, even accidentally. Mindless doodles were your coping mechanism and a source of entertainment during boring lectures. In other words: it was purely a hobby. But part of you hoped that your soulmate was out there if you even had one and that one day he would write something back.

You almost didn’t feel the ballpoint writing on your skin. It was faint, he had a light touch, almost careful to hurt you. It was so soft that if you had been paying attention to Cynthia, or were not craving the sensation, you probably wouldn’t be feeling it at all. The feeling was almost burning, yet loving at the same time, caring.

In a panic, you interrupted the story. “Have you got a pen?”

“Yes, but I’ll need it. Why?” She handed it to you.

Your leg bounced as you read the message on your hand. In all of the excitement, you didn’t even answer his question, instead of posing one of your own.

Who are you?

Bucky stared at his hand for what felt like hours, He sat alone in his barracks. Eyes not once leaving the rough skin of the back of his hand. Your handwriting had always been beautiful, but even more so now that it was directed to him. ‘James, But call me Bucky’ he answered, stroking his finger over the sentence she’d just finished writing.

The writing was getting smaller, a struggle to squeeze the conversation in. ‘Y/N’ she wrote.

Cynthia was getting impatient, somehow desperate to get her pen back. Considering the hours you had taken listening to her story, you would think she would be the least bit understanding of your situation.

“I need the pen back” she stated, a pompous hand extended forward. There was not much you could say to protest, handing the writing utensil over. You arose quickly, walking out of your room and into the neighbouring.

Bucky wrote back. 'Meet me, Please.'

“Is there a pen in here?” She asked one of the soldiers sitting on the bed. He threw a spare over. “Thank you”

‘Where?’ she wrote, hiding away. Then passing the pen back to the Soldier. And leaving.

‘I’m with the 107th regiment.’

It was a long shot, she might just ignore it. Wanting nothing to do with him. He silently prayed for an answer.

Meanwhile, in the corridor, you froze. He was here.

If only you still had a pen you could find him. Unwilling to ask that soldier for his pen back, you thought. Eventually giving in.

“I’m going to need your pen again, I am so sorry"

“I’m using it now,” The other soldier said, putting it on his bed and turning away.

A moment of worry traced your features, what if he thinks you’re ignoring him? You reach to grab the pen anyway, surely he wouldn’t notice.

But, he did. And with lightning reflexes caught the outstretched hand at the wrist. Again you apologised, taking in his features. You felt guilty, but after all, it was just a pen. “That’s my pen,” he stated.

“I know, I just need to borrow it for two seconds,”

Bucky thought you were pretty, same as he did when you wrote him up earlier. He felt bad for thinking that, considering his soulmate could quite possibly be very close. He complied anyway, watching you take the pen and glide it across your skin. four words, ‘i’m in the dormitory’.

He watched it happen, the exact moment the ballpoint touched your skin. The skin of his soulmate. Every letter shook his core, tears threatening to burst from his eyes. A hard stopped your movements.

“Y/N?” he asked, reaching to pull up the sleeve that had fallen to cover his hands.

Confusion plagued your features, a pair of furrowed brows turning to face the soldier. “Yes?” you questioned, not quite catching on.

In one swift movement, he took his pen back, quickly gliding it over his skin. He didn’t have long to think, desperately wanting to write something cool that would impress you. But, he also just wanted to let you know. He wrote a simple statement.

Nice you meet you.

[anthropologyruinseverything]

One-Shot Roman Reigns

Untitled off shoot of a longer fic I am working on

🚨SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ only plz

1.75k words - Roman Reigns x Indigenous American FMC - Established D/s relationship/embarrassment/free-use/prompt exercise

I could barely contain my excitement as we filed into the conference room for the big merchandise meeting. Knowing Roman found the art interesting but the numbers talk insufferable I had planned this little stunt specifically for what I knew would be an exceptionally long and boring one. His shoulders were wound up tight already and his leg bouncing.

A week ago I’d removed my the simple purple bracelet I’d worn non-stop for a year. The free-use bracelet I had started to feel he took for granted. Politely, sweetly, I’d rebuffed any other attempts of his to come onto me with our safe word, which meant hard stop and no questions, and so he’d been left very frustrated but unable to do much about it. I never used our safe word and suddenly I was using it daily. His gentle questions answered with “I’m fine really, just not in the mood” or “It’s not you, I’m just really tired” and I knew he was close to bursting.

Memories of why I was doing this had kept me strong all week. I’d been on a call with costumes when he’d insisted on sex, embarrassing me on a professional call when I’d been unable to contain a shout. The giggle from Jamie on the other end of the line haunted me.

It wasn’t the only time he’d taken advantage of our agreement and I knew it wouldn’t be that last and that was okay. I just felt like we could use some boundaries and these seemed like a fun way to get my point across.

The roots of seeking revenge took hold and so I’d planned to do everything in my power to embarrass him in some way that would match up.

Mister Tribal Chief, Head of the Table, Big Uce could stand to be taken down just a single peg from time to time.

Digging into my bag I fired off the photos I took earlier along with a video and the words “hope your phones on silent”. Next I sent the app for the vibrating underwear I was wearing. He couldn’t control it but he could see what was happening on a live chart. I waited, watching as he settled in the chair next to me and fished his phone out before the meeting got started.

Roman’s tanned face went from his normal golden to deep red in a matter of seconds, even his ears turned pink. I could be a brat for sure, but I was shy and typically submissive, not one to do something so rash as take *those* kinds of photos, shots of my wet center and naked breasts. Not one to send a video of me orgasming with the toy he’d tortured me with so many times.

And in them all I was wearing the bracelet. Waiting for him to look up I tugged the long sleeves I was wearing to my elbows, exposing my wrist. Realization I had been wearing it all day dawned on his face and his mouth fell open ever so slightly. I made sure to glance away quickly, acting as if nothing was happening, as if I wasn’t nearing another one right now. Thanks to him I’d developed quite the poker face in our year together.

“Roman, you good?” Paul Levesque asked. He snapped his mouth shut but couldn’t hide the blush.

“Yep. Fine.”

My phone dinged.

*WTF*

I ignored it.

Again. *What are you doing? This isn’t funny.*

It was a struggle not to laugh as I heard him shifting urgently in his seat.

“S’matter with you dawg?” Jey threw him a dirty look from his other side. “Be’in annoyin’ as hell right now.”

“Sorry.” But he shifted again, earning a disgruntled sound from his cousin.

His phone buzzed letting him know I was peaking and I squeezed my pen a little tighter before turning the setting back down as if I were shooting off any old text. I looked over at him sideways.

“You feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”

If looks could kill I’d be dead. Making a face at him I held my hands up like I’d done nothing wrong and went back to doodling. Paul cleared his throat from the front of the room.

“Roman? If you’re alright we can get started?”

Again he flushed bright red and nodded. “Course. M’fine, just hot.”

Jimmy snorted from the end of the table. “Yeah, and bothered. Like a teenager over there Uce.”

Roman shot him a death glare as everyone chuckled softly. Never before had he been the butt of the joke and everyone in the room seemed to be enjoying his distress.

Without hesitation I fired off another video.

I’d been playing this game all week, he just didn’t know it. In this one I wore one of his tshirts, making it obvious I’d taken it while he was in the shower one night. In this one I rode a pillow and toyed with my breasts, something he loved watching me do when he had me wound up and desperate but wouldn’t allow me to touch myself with my hands.

*Coyote.*

I didn’t answer or look his way, just watched the slides as Paul talked.

*This isn’t funny. What the hell?*

Instead of answering him I sent yet another video, this on from even earlier in the week. Making it very clear that while I’d denied him all week I had enjoyed myself various ways while he was busy but close. His knee jerked and the table jumped at the video of me in shower, using the water stream to pleasure myself. Again something else he loved to do.

“What are you watching? Care to share?” Paul Heyman sounded mildly annoyed, he’d nearly lost his coffee when Roman had bumped the table.

The dark haired man beside me slammed the phone down on the table, hard enough I was worried he cracked the screen. “No. Look, it’s nothing.”

But it clearly wasn’t nothing. Again his phone buzzed as I adjusted my underwear. It looked like he might cry.

I relished it, wishing I could take a picture.

“Bet it’s porn.”

Everyone stilled before bursting into laughter, except Roman who buried his face in his hands. Sometimes Solo had the best things to say and he’d gotten much bolder about giving his older relation a hard time.

Once the laughter subsided the meeting moved forward, moving rather quickly. Roman was agreeable, clearly in a hurry.

“I think that sums it up-“

“Great.” Pushing himself up the tall Samoan grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet in front on him in one smooth motion. “See ya later.”

“Uh-hey! My bag-“

“Somebody’ll grab it.” He never missed a step, pushing me out of the room ahead of him. Stumbling into the hallway he kept a tight grip on my shoulder. “Closet, now.”

With some strange stoke of luck the first supply closet we came across was unlocked. Various boxes of what appeared to be holiday decor lined old metal shelves in a room dimly lit by a single bulb. It was musty and cramped and kinky.

I loved it.

Loved how feral he looked as he locked the door behind us.

“You’ve been *such* a bad girl Coyote.” His voice was like a dagger cloaked in velvet. Letting his hair down he approached, his eyes were focused but wild. “It’s time to pay.”

Putting on the bracelet meant he could do what he wanted, when he wanted, and where he wanted, only to stop if I pulled out the safeword.

“Strip and get to your knees.”

I shivered, moving quickly to do as he commanded and speaking the words I’d been train to. “Yes chief.”

He circled me in the enclosed space, tugging off his own tshirt. “You wanna behave like a little slut? Like a *dirty* pet?”

My whole body clenched in want. At first it had bothered me that I liked his dirty talk but now I embraced the rush of feelings it brought. Shame swept me yet my nipples tingled in anticipation.

Falling to his knees behind me he shoved me forward with one hand between my shoulder blades. “Then I’m gonna fuck you like one.”

Shoving his pants down just enough to free his cock he waisted no time slamming into me to the hilt. His big hands clutched my hips with bruising force as he pounded away with abandon. Glancing back over my shoulder I was rewarded with a gorgeous sight, his hair loose around his shoulders, face flushed and sweaty, warm brown eyes clouded with lust.

I loved it when I made him lose control.

Normally such a calm and cool and confident Dom he was lost to his passions now and I was falling quickly as well. All week I’d missed being stretched by his huge dick and now that I had it I was teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Not letting you outta bed for a week.” Roman was panting, grunting loudly like he didn’t care if anyone could hear.

It made my walls clench tighter around him. The slapping sounds of our flesh were lewd and delicious at the same time, the jolt of his hips slamming into me aided in the pleasure.

Wrenching my head back he leaned over me, pressing his lips to my ear. “Who owns this pussy Coyote? Who owns you baby?”

“You do!”

“And who am I?”

“My chief! Oh, Roman!”

“Coyote, ah fuck!”

If they hadn’t heard him before surely someone heard his shout now.

I fell apart beneath him, pulling him with me, my clenching walls greedily took all the cum he had to offer. It was incredible, feeling his cock pulsing deep within me as we lay there panting.

“Gonna use you as a cock warmer all night you brat.” Roman nuzzled my neck and nipped at my ear.

“Tie you up and torture you with those damn toys. What the fuck were you thinking?”

I shrugged. “Sometimes it feels like you don’t respect me. I was embarrassed on that phone call and so I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine for once.”

He looked incredulous. “Course I respect you.”

“Okay, well how about we agree not to embarrass each other in a work setting again?”

He chuckled and squeezed me tightly around the middle. “Deal. But you gotta have mercy. A whole week? What’s a guy done to deserve that?”

I slapped his shoulder and we laughed. There would be another round in the closet before be finally collected himself enough to get us back to the bus.

True to his word I didn’t leave the bed for a week.

[writingforatwistedworld]

Okay okay request tiem!! So like, first of all, hope you're doing well fjkebd-- second of all, how would vil, jamil and idia react to a mc in the self aware au (already in their universe) drawing and or painting them, telling the constant compliment over how pretty or nice they are to draw, doodle them in their notebooks when taking notes and so on.

Idk it's like a thing I do with my friends, so I wanna know what they'd do n all, fbnebd thank u!! <3<3<3<3<3

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsebility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, stalking, obsession, unhealthy relationship, manipulation, isolation

Jamil Viper/Vil Schoenheit/Idia Shroud-Player draws and constantly tells them compliments

Ok, so we are throwing away our independance today (not something I would recommend but you do you)

Jamil is used to stand in the shadow of Kalim, heck, even his own parents thought that the future sultan was more important than their son

When you were suddenly standing in front of him he was already shoked enough, almost dropping the tray filled with food for his employer

Let us just say that Scarabia is in constant danger of going up in flames after that

Oh why? Well he just, more or less, quit without handing in the piece of paper that usually says “Mhm sorry bro but I’m leaving. The pay was never good tbh”

Yes, he is still employed but the person he is serving in truth is you, leaving Kalim alone with the stove

And since most of the people reading this probably don’t have a butler we are of course impressed by his skills

No wonder Al-Asim can’t do stuff on his own, Jamil is spoiling you into dependance!

So what do you do when you are impressed? You compliment whoever had that affect on you

That is already bad enough in itself but now you are also drawing him? Doodeling him into your notebooks? (He defenitely checks them)

Did you want him to be your 24/7 caretaker who takes your freedom away or what?

Somehow it is possible that those actions are making him even more focused on taking care of you

Has defenitely taken one of the paintings and hid it just for him to see

But please lay the mop down. He is here to take care of the dorm and you just need to live a comfortable life

What do you mean he does everything? Just rely on him and don’t meet with others, they just get your clothes dirty and make scratches in the freshly waxed floor boards

Also, isn’t he here? Why would you need anyone else? Uh… sorry there is something in his eyes. Could you take a look?

Vil is pretty used to compliments and also has defenitley gotten fanart before

But if it’s you? The hecking Mona Lisa in his eyes

So how did he get close enough to you to recieve such things?

Two words, one meaning: overall care

Like this man is polishing you like his life depends on it

It’s already bad enough that you are living in that dirty place but you can’t even afford simple self care! (We ignore for now that his defenition of “simple” is worth the rent of an ordinary person)

But the man wants- no, is determined to scrub the dust of the ruin away and uncover the shining diamond under all that filth

And since we all are bound by social beauty standarts (and don’t want skin deseases connected to dirt) we are (most likely) very thankful for his hard work

So one day he came into your room, a bottle of hand lotion in his perfectly manicured clutches, and ran straight into your mirror

Oh you are curious why? Well you just threw a compliment and “thanks” at his head

But it’s probably you more freaked out because whilst he did get a scratch on his face he didn’t even care

Once you start do NOT stop!

If you do he will think that you have found someone else whom you consider better company

And remember that huge green house they have? There is probably something in there capable to make you… uh… “stay close to him”

Also, those third years you have asked for the way to your next classroom have been found “with their red paint outside their bodies” and their hearts missing, suspicious arrows sticking out of them

But what did you expect? The Fairest Queen was also pretty possessive of her status as the “most beautiful” and what is there to stop him in following her footsteps? Just maybe not with beauty…

So either you wanted to roast marmellows in a very extreme way or you wanted to burn the whole building down

But here he is, probably already having reached the melting point of stone and still staring at you

Are you seriously suprised? This is Idia we are talking about

You are a God to Idia, a flawed one but still higher than even Hades… that guy is literally death

And he also thinks that he is very unattractive so you might as well tell Lilia to leave his iron sticks away unless he wants to rshape them

How are you still alive standing in thnis heat??!

It is already hard enough to just get in contact with him but somehow you did

Idia is not used to get paintings drawn of him and only Ortho would be able to convince him to get a picture done of him

But now here you are, telling him that you admire his skills with electronics

I hope you brought your marmellows because I forgot mine at home

When he was just creepely looking at you from time to time then say goodbye to privacy after this

You see, strays also come back to you if you fed them once and Idia is just as starved for attention as a stray is for food

But what exactly is he supposed to do? Well…

You remember that phone Crowley gave us over the winter holidays? He never took that one back

Even though Idia knows he shouldn’t do this and feels bad he just can’t stop

Stop looking at you, stop watchig you, stop craving the warmth you gave him on that fatefull day

[syaolaurant]

Hello hello, I love your work and was wondering if you'd be open to making a little breakdown of your art style?

It's really interesting to me and I love taking bits of different artists art style elements and incorporating them into my doodles to get better

Totally okay if you don't want to! 💜💜💜

Take care and have an amazing life 🤗💜☺️

Hello!! Thanks for asking 🤗 I'm not making a little breakdown of my art style I already WROTE A WHOLE ESSAY ABOUT IT!!

Sorry I exaggerated it a bit🥲🥲...

I was very happy to receive this ask, but at the same time I felt worried. Honestly, I didn’t know how to give you a relevant answer because  I don’t even think I have a consistent art style 🥲. Except for my usual chibi style which I feel most comfortable with, I feel my style constantly changes. So after going back to review my old paintings, I think my style is a combination of children's book illustrations and Japanese anime style. Many times I have received comments about my paintings looking like they are from children's books, and I agree haha, maybe because I mostly draw small characters in big settings and I usually use bright colors. 

My favorite artists:

My drawing style is mostly influenced by my all time favorite artists Heikala and Koyamori, I stumbled across their Insta accounts during my 1st year in college (that was 10 years ago) and from then my drawing style gradually took shape. I also admire Paulina Cassidy, mostly because I like her whimsical nature sprites theme. Recently I’ve been investing in Stephanie Law’s artwork, her coloring technique is so god-like that I hope one day I can reach that level…

Ideas and Inspirations:

Japanese anime/manga culture has had a great impact on my childhood. It was a dream come true for me to be able to pursue my college study in Japan. I think this journey greatly affected my current style. I draw lots of things from small doodles to funny comics. I'd describe my drawings as “silly and cute” since I love to make people laugh and I also live for the fluffs (Sometimes I drew angst too but it still turned out cute haha..). Aside from that,  I prefer making “storytelling” illustrations with colorful backgrounds. My favorite things to draw are tiny characters in big scenery, I like to create peaceful static moments that when looking at them help warm my heart and calm my mind. 

When making game fanarts, I usually take screenshots as references for background and imagine how the character will act in that setting. I just do what I feel comfortable and use my own judgment for composition … which… sometimes results in weird perspectives (and you know what I’ve just discovered the rule of third recently 😅…). 

Characters:

When it comes to drawing characters, I honestly don't know how to explain my style. I think chibi is my most recognizable style, apart from that I usually draw characters in semi-chibi (is it the right way to call it??) or simple anime style. I don’t usually draw characters with dynamic poses or movements ( that’s why I still suck at anatomy and expression 😩😩). I think I’m shifting from anime to a more cartoon style since I kinda have same face problem and  I’m trying to practice face shapes.

I think my character drawing style is most influenced by Akihiko Yoshida (who is behind many FF/Nier/ bravely default concepts), as I always draw my characters with chubby round faces and dreamy eyes. I made an example of how I usually draw my characters below.

Technique: 

Watercolor technique is quite complex so I’ll explain how I always do my paintings in another sharing post. I’ve posted part 1 of my sharing here. Generally, I love using bright, saturated tones and black ink brush pen or color brush to paint line work. 

. I hope I could answer your question. I’m definitely no expert, all the things about art I've learn was self-taught but I'm happy to help anyway I can. 💕💕

And you 🫵🫵 yes you dear sweet anon! I wish you a happy life too!!!! 💕💕

[rainyynightz]

Ethereal butterfly

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That was supposed to be a simple doodle art, I don't really consider it as a "detailed" work.. I drew it more for pleasure.

I started this drawing yesterday.. time flew so fast, I didn't even realise when literally 8 hours passed. I'm so glad I got to do something that I enjoy in life again.

I had lost motivation to do anything for a long time.. I have been facing a lot of irl issues. And combined with never-ending responsibilities, I had neither time or motivation to draw. I'm sorry for being inactive for so long. Hope you all are doing okay.

However, things will get better, yeah?

Right now.. the night sky is dark, and it's raining outside. The atmosphere is so beautiful. Life is a gift, with it's own small things I am blessed for 🌒

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• Art/oc by: rainyy nightz [me]

• oc: Eirwen Rainfall

Time taken: 8hrs & 15mins

Program used: ibispaintX

I don't really have screens of the edit,, as I made the art in one shot;w;

But here is a small behind the edits:

Wish you all the best, have a lovely day/night, fireflies 🕯️

~ My istagram:

[misscaterpilla4]

IMPORTANT

This is a clarification about TSAMS and what I will do in this blog

I'm sorry if I can't make myself understood correctly, I'm writing this quickly and I'm having a hard time translating it since I've been having some headaches and I just want to stay asleep, well, I recently found out about TSAMS and have received both warnings and suggestions , but I want to clarify something, I won't draw anything about it, this is mostly because I have a lot of things to do, I'm slowly getting back into animation, there are 2 animations I want to make about One Piece, doodles from both OP and of FNAF and I also have my head saturated with a comic that will be my most important project to carry out, so at the moment I don't have much time to review external things of which I have no knowledge, I want to clarify that this is nothing against the fandom , in my tray I received a warning about this and the behavior they sometimes have towards DCA artists, I asked others and they gave me varied answers, I have been in fandoms that can be considered problematic but I know that like in all fandoms of that style There are also very kind and respectful people, I have even had some run-ins with people from the DCA fandom and despite this I continue to draw about it, however as I mentioned before, I don't have time to get into another fandom, I want to focus on my projects and answer questions that I have pending for months, if you are part of the TSAMS fandom I hope you understand my position, all the suggestions sent about the show will not be answered, I also decided to delete the previous post where I asked about it since there was a situation that affected the person of the question, lastly and with all my heart, do not fight among yourselves, do not be threatening towards those who enjoy TSAMS, I know that you may be worried about the experiences and that you do not want that for me, but I will be okay, it is not necessary to make a complaint to the other person, this has saturated me with many emotions, I still cannot understand myself but I usually get very anxious and scared with anything since I worry too much about everything, I just want everything goes well, that both you and I are fine, I honestly don't know what else to add, I think this is all, I hope you can understand me and that everything is fine, I'm sorry if the text is very long, I try to be as clear as possible although perhaps I could have said very little but there were many points to be made here.

I will be away for a while, I am going to rest a little to calm the headaches, when I feel better I will continue working on my things, I will try as possible to bring some content so as not to neglect you so much, it may be a slow process but I will do everything at my pace, so please be good to each other, I love you and I don't want there to be problems between you because of me, it may not have been something that big but as I mentioned I can be very sensitive even with the most simple, see you later!!

[scorpioracha]

Can you do a skz reaction to your new dog/cat? After the skz puppy interview, I’ve been influenced

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long to write but here you go!! I hope you enjoy it @dadonbabysworld !!! Comments,rb’s and tags are well appreciated because this did in fact take a while but I’m very proud of it ♡ ᕱ⑅ᕱ

Bang Chan 방찬

-I honestly feel like Channie would be the definition of 🤡💀🙃 because when he left the apartment this morning there most definitely wasn’t a puppy in the bedroom…he thinks. He’s been so stressed lately he’s not even sure what to think anymore. You were taking a shower while the little—he flipped the puppy over onto its back—lady was just sitting there and staring up at him.

-He would only be in shock for a few seconds before accepting this as his new reality, when you’re a father of seven chaotic kids nothing really surprises you anymore. It wasn’t like you two couldn’t afford a dog, he just wasn’t expecting it.

“Yah…”Channie sighed taking a seat on the bed, the golden doodle stared up at him with big expectant eyes. He had no choice but to pick the dog up and snuggle her, he was only human!

“You’re a sweet girl aren’t you?”he murmured rubbing behind her ears, “sweet like a little cookie”

The dog yipped happily and rolled over in his arms.

“Cookie, huh?”he said with that little giggle, “it seems to fit alright doesn’t it?”

The pup had since amused itself playing(and losing) tug of war with one of his strings.

“I’ll name you cookie”he said, “it’s only fair I get to name you”

-As we can tell he was whipped from the start. Definitely texts you randomly to ask for his little “쿠키야”

-Her and berry have matching collars that say big sis and lil sis on them. Will refer to Berry in his lives as Cookie’s 언니 and yes everyone is screaming about it.

-You’re just in a constant state of 😵‍💫 because you didn’t expect him to take to her so well and even had an emergency pleading speech ready, but what do you expect from the leader of a group called stray kids😒

-He baby talks her just like he does to Berry and since he’s active she is getting her daily walks in regularly. You’ve seen him carrying the poor baby home sometimes because she was just tired. You and him bicker regularly about overexerting your child.

-Since Cookie lives in Korea with y’all she definitely comes into the studio with him and dance practice occasionally.

-Everyone knew she was a golden doodle but no one was expecting her to get so big. Channie genuinely shed a tear during her first birthday, but if you tell anyone he’ll get all pink in the face and deny it.

Minho 리노

-Minho has a fucking heart attack. He walks into the room, his eyes zero in on the cat, and he walks back out. Simple as that.

-You’ve got a loootttt of explaining to do for this one because why is there a foreign animal just hanging out on his bed? And why are you happy about it???

-He goes into super mom scolding mode because why would you make this decision without telling him??? He already has Sooni,doongi and Dori at home to worry about, he can’t take care of another cat—much less a kitten.

-I’m gonna be so real for a moment, he wants you to take it back. He doesn’t care about its big round eyes or it’s stupid little paws or it’s obnoxious big ass ears…he doesn’t okay!😠

-That’s until the little shit let’s out the most devastating mewl and he has to leave the room again to collect himself because fuck. That was cute and he’s not at all happy about it. He comes back ten minutes later and the little shit is sprawled out on his side of the bed. This was war.

-You were allowed to keep the nuisance under one condition. He got to name it. That’s how you ended up with the tamest kitten named 똥이—shit(affectionate). You were not very happy about this but Minho found it hilarious. He wasn’t evil so the cats name on paper was 데이지(Daisy) and that’s how he referred to his new kitten to the fans but between you and the boys, she was little poopy. The maknae line was very pleased by this turn of events—so was the hyung line but they had the common sense to at least look contrite.

-Daisy only meets the rest of the kitties a little later on because she stays with you guys and Minho can’t really go home too often to see them but all you need to know is that the other kitties do not approve💀

-they’re all pissed, especially Dori as he is no longer the baby. Doongi definitely tries to throw paws and Sooni is just getting too old for this shit. Minho can tell it kinda guts you a bit to see because these cats were here first and you pretty much just introduced a threat to the group, but he’d just kiss your head and say if they’re anything like their dad that they’ll come around.

Changbin 창빈

-Apologize right now because you sent Changbin into a full on panic. There’s a little white floof on his bed wearing a bow and he’s very confused and tired and didn’t expect this when you asked if he could run to Starbucks for you two. He’s kinda just standing there rubbing his eyes while this…thing just looks at him. Maybe if he blinks hard enough it’ll meld into the dots in his vision and just kind of disappear.

-He’s mentioned in passing that he thought Samoyeds were cute but never in a million years did he think you were going to buy him one. His feet are frozen to the carpet as he mentally recalls even anniversary,birthday,holiday,special event and life achievement that could have led to this💀

-Turns out your friends dog had puppies and it was a big litter so they couldn’t keep all of them, and boy were you a sucker for some puppy dog eyes.

-And that’s how you guys came to be parents of ironically enough—Felix!

-The name alone had Changbin on the floor howling and clutching his stomach because what are the fucking odds they named this dog Felix? You had mentioned it was between Felix and Oliver but Felix had come running right towards you and it was a done deal.

-you intended for it to be a bigger surprise but Felix had escaped from behind the pillow fort you had him in without you realizing. You hand Changbin a little present that says congratulations daddy on it and this motherfucker has the audacity to start crying. And since that’s your baby you’re both crying now🙄

-calls the boys and nearly gives them a heartache cause when were you pregnant and how did you give birth so quickly???

-very much so assuaged when Changbin was able to choke out that it was a puppy

Seungmin called him a dumbass

-If you thought the aegyo was bad it only gets worse from here on out. Every second of the day those two are together it is the definition of ☺️✨🌸☁️🌈

-Only refers to himself as 아빠 around the house and you find it cute until he gets in his feelings and is like “we should make a little us to chase Felix around🥺”

-You pulled up daycare prices alone and he immediately snapped out of it.

-It’s really cute cause you’ll hear him around the house early in the morning all fluffy and sleepy like “listen to daddy” and “daddy said don’t do that😠”

-He matches Felix’s little bandanas and bows to his outfits whenever he takes him out for walkies and very much enjoys going for morning runs with him

-you can catch him asleep on the couch with the fluff ball at least once a day and that’s crazy because you remember discussing that Felix wasn’t allowed on the furniture 🤨

-As the adoring bf he is he usually gets you guys Starbucks in the morning and has created a Pavlovian response in the poor puppy every time he hears the front door open in the morning. Little baby has been spoiled with pup cups and gets an attitude if he doesn’t receive one.

-picks fights with the other skz babies and always sulks when he gets scolded.

-All in all this is definitely Changbin’s son.

Hyunjin 현진

-Panic! at the Hyunjin: part 1 - the prologue

-this boy quite literally does not know what he was expecting you said you had a surprise for him. Shampoo? maybe some of that fancy moisturizer he’s been eyeing lately, but not a kitten. He’s a dramatic little thing so when he feels a furry little thing in his hands he almost drops it. I’m gonna be so real he deadass screams and jumps out of his skin.

-he’s giving you his 😰 look and you honestly feel kinda bad but also it’s a kitten dude calm yourself pls💀

-“Kkami wouldn’t approve👺” headass😒

-Another denier of the kitten and you do indeed have to pull out the sob story for him to even consider it. Runt of the litter,little dumpster baby, but it was so cute🥺

“Y/n I’m begging you please don’t name it-“

“Her name is Cheese!”☺️✨🌈

Cue another judgmental face because why tf would you do that to this poor creature😒

-He takes the kitten under his wing just so you can’t do anymore stupid shit.

-Is genuinely embarrassed that he has to introduce that little kitten as Cheese but is so smitten with you he doesn’t wanna rename her so he’s kinda just on vlive like “Meet Cheese😐😒”

-Pretends he doesn’t like her but you’ll catch him in random places around the house with her just propped on his shoulder or he left his phone laying around and it’s just designer cat collars

-most of the packages you receive now are for cheese

-He claims he doesn’t even like her but you caught him chasing her around the living room with one of the many toys you’re sure you didn’t buy

-“Cheese” is just her theme song at this point. Everytime the boys see her they quite literally get possessed and circle around her just singing it in tiny.

-She has definitely put the paws on Felix—both the human and the puppy.

-kkami actually ends up taking to her pretty well, as well as any chihuahua honestly can💀 they kinda just coexist with each other and that’s more than you could have asked for

-Panic! At the Hyunjin: the midpoint. Watching another animal grow older kinda sends this man into crisis and you catch him sobbing over one of her little baby teeth and you’re just like😐 enough said he’s whipped.

-Likes to keep her in the art room with him with the promise of bathing her if she gets messy. Coincidentally a bunch of his pieces end up having ‘hidden’ paw prints throughout them and it kinda becomes a little project of his.

-as Cheese is a dumpster kitty you guys don’t know her birthday, but you do celebrate the day you brought her home. She got tons of treats and a cute little tutu that Hyunjin wrestled her into. The birthday party is appropriately Cheese themed and he’s the one asking if your high energy kitty needs a brother😳

Jisung 지성

-This was honestly bound to happen. The breeder Jisung got bbama from had a new litter and he was just 🥺🥹😭over them until you caved and decided to surprise him with another one. He wasn’t very subtle about bbama needing a sibling as he was an only child himself. The constant sighing and his Insta feed being filled with bichon frise’s was enough for you to cave. You could only take so much “Jagi look🥹😭” before you exploded.

-It wasn’t a huge affair as you warned him before hand that there would be a new puppy joining the family. You just didn’t tell him when anxious people can have a little surprise…as a treat

-He’d been working hard for the comeback and you had a lull in your schedule so why not pick the time you’re both semi free? You managed to get a hold of their schedule through Chan and coordinated a time to pick up the puppy while he would be at the company.

-This was a smaller litter of only four pups but you were on a mission. Jisung didn’t specify the gender, but you firmly thought bbama needed a little sister. Just your luck, the litter was three boys and one girl. Your card was out before you knew it and little fluffy was on the way home with you.

-You had everything neatly arranged by the time Sungie got home, an extra bed you’ve kept in the closet along with food bowls and a cute little collar that said hanracha—a stupid little joke between you and Jisung about your baby bbama.

-When he got home he thought he was seeing double. He knew today was stressful but he was pretty sure he only left the house with one bbama this morning and he’s not sure how there’s two??? He’s the 😲❔⁉️ emoji’s for sure. Looking between bbama, the puppy and you at a rapid speed. This goes on for long enough that you’re starting to think you made the wrong decision. Maybe he didn’t really want this dog and it was all just good natured whining. You go to explain yourself when he plops himself on the floor and hunches over sniffling.

-you’re pretty much like😰😥 cause why is he crying??? That wasn’t the plan!!!?

-but he picks up the puppy and just nuzzles his face in the tiny floof and you let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding. He likes the puppy. Great. Amazing. Now you’re going to kill him for worrying you-

“ITS A GIRL??!!?😭”

Let’s just say it was a long night

-He ultimately decided to name her Hana, his first daughter as he likes to put it and he likes how it rhymes with bbama. He loves the hanracha collars and also decided the babies needed them in multiple colors and designs.

-He can be a bit paranoid since both of the dogs are still young and is kinda just like “OMG Y/N HANA ISNT BREATHING😭”

and you’re just like “…she’s sleeping Seungie”

Or

“OH MY GOD Y/N HANA ATE A BLUEBERRY MY BABY IS GONNA DIE”

And you’re just like “…🧍🏾‍♀️”

You definitely have to be the voice of reason there cause if you’re not, your main monthly expenses are going to be the vet.

“Y/NNNN BBAMA ATE A QUARTER😭”

-He treats them like his children to the point his parents thought you guys fucked around and had a baby. They ask to see the grand baby and they’re like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♂️when it’s just bbama in another font

-you have to stop him when he almost buys a stroller for them because you do not need that dispatch heart attack this early in your life.

-You’ve got to be the law here. He’s so over the moon about his baby that she can do no wrong.

“Aw y/n look, Hana took a shit on the carpet😍” and you’re just like “bro what get it together—“

-He’s another one who’s like “we should have a baby🥺” you had to put that man in the full Nelson because how dare he speak such foolishness.

-Needless to say he didn’t bring it up again🥴

Felix 필맄스

-There was nothing really special to say about your cat adoption. Felix had always wanted a pet and he now had the expendable income to have one so it wasn’t too surprising for him. He sent you to the shelter and told you to pick one that and quote “spoke to you”

So that’s how you ended up with the skrunkliest grey cat known to man. She was on the older side for cats but she also stuck her paw out of the cage and rested it on your hand so you took it as a sign. She already came with a name and it seems like the previous owners weren’t too creative cause her name was Grey. You weren’t sure how Felix was going to respond but he was honestly overjoyed when you brought her home and waxed on and on about how good of a job you did and how older cats rarely get adopted. He was quite literally beaming about it.

-He’s done a lot of reading on his own and knew that cats needed time to adjust to their environment so he made sure to give her space and kinda just let the house be a free for all. He desperately wanted to just pick her up and shove his face in her fur but he did a pretty good job at holding back if he does say so himself.

-Once Grey warmed up to the house she was all over him. You don’t blame her but damn maybe you wanted some cuddles too🙄

-She quite literally follows him around the house chirping and purring happily whenever she’s not taking a nap. If Felix is there, there’s a 90% chance she’s near by

-You thought Felix had won her full favor until you realized she sleeps on your side of the bed when you’re not there🥹

She wasn’t as cuddly with you but she was very protective of both of you so a win is a win

-you guys soon realized she’s not a people person when you invited the guys over to meet her and she immediately attacked Changbin. Felix was mortified and shakily trying to explain that she wasn’t like this but you found it hilarious cause it was obvious. She chose her people and the slots were now filled.

-She didn’t like other people but she did tolerate the babies of petracha. The older animals were always on thin ice and for some reason she had particular beef with Changbin and Seungmin. You guys honestly couldn’t figure it out. You looked more into her history and realized she just didn’t like men💀 Felix wasn’t sure to be honored by this or deeply offended. You find this ten times more hilarious and Felix just sulked around the house while she trotted behind him chirping curiously.

Seungmin 승민

-Seungmin and a Corgi honestly just makes so much sense to me?? I don’t know why but he gives me such Corgi energy so I really just want to give him a Corgi😭

-When you came home one day with the pup, he very much so had his unimpressed Seungmin face on. He wanted to be pragmatic about this, he was very close to getting up and drawing a pros and cons list for you before you just shoved the wriggly thing into his arms.

-You watched him go through the seven stages of grief before he just plopped himself on the couch with sigh. This is not how he thought his Wednesday was going to go.

“We keep the thing for one week. If it doesn’t work after that, we give it back. Understood?”

You’re vibrating with joy because all you heard was ‘we keep’ and you’re flopping onto the couch kissing his and the puppy’s head cooing about how you have two puppies now.

He is disgusted but he’ll let it slide😒

-Very much no puppy booties on the bed or on the couch. That’s the one rule he’s just not budging on. He found a perfectly good old blanket for her to sleep on and she seemed to like it fine no matter how much you pouted about it.

-He knows you like to sleep in so he’ll begrudgingly get up and take her on her ‘walkies’ but he’s bitching the whole time as he’s getting her in her harness and pulling on a thread bare sweatshirt.

“Your mom is so lazy”he grumbled attaching the leash, “she’s lucky I love her so much. It’s cold as fuck”

-He always claims he hates their morning walks but he always comes back with coffee,treats and a very happy wiggly puppy. That one week rule became a thing of the past because now he’s gotten used to little paws scratching at his door for walkies.

-he went from “y/n don’t name it😠” to “look at our little dandy girl!”

-yes you read right. Seungmin named her dandy girl. It was a joke at first, a little name of affection but she was such a happy puppy that it just kinda stuck. You called them the dandy duo in private but he will quite literally drop kick you if you even think about saying it in public🤡

-he can’t even pretend he doesn’t love her because she’s all over his bubble and the Instagram and the skz groupchat

-But no one else is allowed to call him a softie because he will kill them 🙃🔪

-no he didn’t cry during dandy girl’s birthday🙄 he just had something in his eye

Jeongin 정인

-Jeongin is the one who surprises you with a pet if we’re being honest💀

-Yeah you weren’t supposed to find out the way you did. You were supposed to be back from work much later and the puppy needed to be walked and that’s how you bumped into him half awake from a nap being dragged by a yippy little husky. He looks at you with a hesitant little smile and is kinda just like “meet 빵😄”

And you’re just like “Jeongin pls😵‍💫”

How he had managed to smuggle the loudest dog breed known to man home and name it all in one day was a mystery to you.

The bigger mystery was getting back to the apartment and seeing it was pretty much baby proofed and completely dog friendly now. The lower cabinets had magnetic locks, the couch had a blanket thrown over it and there was a plethora of pee pads and toys just laying about. You couldn’t even be mad because damn was he prepared.

-Jeongin took to the role as dog dad in a way you couldn’t even explain. Maybe it was the middle child energy rearing it’s head but he was simultaneously the most chaotic yet responsible dog owner you’ve

ever seen.

-Did he take baby bread on his walkies,make sure his food was full and play with him? Yes.

-Did he also wear a full wetsuit in the tub with goggles to bathe the puppy? Yes. Yes he did.

-You never know if you’re going to come home to your boys chilling and cuddling on the couch or the two of them engaged in a screaming match(빵 1 Jeongin 0)

-Jeongin likes to record 빵 throwing his little tantrums and post it on bubble saying the pet maknae was serenading them

-as they’re both very vocal you’ll sometimes come home to the two of them just grunting back and forth to each other from across the room.

-Jeongin loves taking his mini me to Busan!!! You were a bit worried at first because car ride with a puppy😵‍💫 but Jeongin was surprisingly calm about it, said it was no different than traveling with his younger brother.

-빵 absolutely loved the beach and spending time at Jeongin’s parents place that it just makes the boy all squishy inside. The way he lights up watching 빵 run in the sand just confirms you’ll be taking a lot more trips to Busan when the weather gets warmer.

-The dog is his when it starts snowing though. He wanted a husky so bad and now he has to deal with the consequences of a snow dog who never wants to come back inside. If you listen closely enough through the window you can hear Jeongin cursing and trying to reason with the pup who seems to be arguing back. They don’t come back inside for another thirty minutes. (빵 2 Jeongin 0)

[riddler-green]

Could I request a riddler/ reader w/ a reader who likes to draw him pls 🙏🙏 like as a gift or even just keeps and he finds them in their studio and realises his face is littered along their portfolio like a thoughtfully crafted tapestry and testament of their love or something corny like that I love the idea of a reader who’s just awe strikingly in love and him the same it’s so sweet WAAA but u can do whatever w/ the idea of artist/riddler ur so cool Ty <333

Mi musa.

Summary:  you are an artist with your own habits but you never forget who your true muse is.

A/N: hey hiii! it's me again! thanks so much for the request! I really appreciate it! and I hope you enjoy it, I love that Riddler/ artist concept too!1 ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

Warning: possessiveness on the part of both, fluff!

Words: 1500.

Art can be a means to convey what you want to say when you don't have the words to get them out of your mouth, you have never proclaimed yourself as the best artist in the world, but for as long as you can remember others have recognized your talent, you are grateful for the compliments of others who find charm in your work when you only find things to improve.

Perfectionism is something that tortures you when you look at your own work, you know there are things to improve but somehow when you draw the man of your dreams it's the opposite. Sometimes they tend to be simple doodles on yellow post-its, sometimes you draw portraits worthy of hanging in renowned museums, when it comes to Edward, you always find solace. A calmness in painting is like a therapeutic remedy.

Edward couldn't stand the itch in his nose, he had to sneeze covering his nose with his shoulder, you stopped painting and looked at the palette in your hand "Sorry" Edward apologizes in a low voice but you can hear him, you move away from the canvas to look at him "No need to be completely still my love, it's okay" you inform him mixing different shades of brown to paint his hair.

Edward kept as still as possible even though he is only sitting on a chair with a dark blue background, he couldn't help but think that when he poses for you it reminds him of an ancient king asking his star painter to do a portrait of him to show his greatness and power. But he knows he is not a king, he is still a little incredulous how someone like him managed to date someone like you, someone who looks at him with so much admiration, so much love that lasts for hours, even when you are out of your studio and he is at his most unfavorable moments you still look at him with great esteem.

"I think I will have to add more red to your cheeks, they are too red" you joke behind the canvas, Edward laughs at the comment, maybe in the past he would have refused to even have his picture taken, as he didn't like the way he looked, but now, he poses in front of you naturally as it is not the first time you paint him.

He doesn't mind that your studio is full of paintings, sheets full of drawings of him, he found it beautiful and wonderful, he started to love himself with your paintings, he sees the beauty that you see in him "Some day you should draw yourself too" says Edward calmly looking everywhere in the studio without turning his head.

"I don't know, self-portraits are hard to do" you reply placing a brush in your mouth as you use a palette knife on the canvas "Although it's not impossible either".

Edward remains satisfied with the answer and is silent again, he feels so excited with the result of the painting, you always make it a masterpiece at the end in his opinion. He scribbled sometimes on his accounting sheets and on his crossword puzzle, he drew question marks, and sometimes he drew you, or well, a caricature version of you, when he showed it to you, you cried, without you knowing you already started sobbing, it's different when they draw you.

Edward catches a glimpse of a rather large picture with all the drawings he has given you as a gesture of love, all the drawings placed as a big collage and protected by glass, under the picture, there was a signature "Eddie's Drawings".

His cheeks ache for he adores that you appreciate him too, it never crossed your mind to judge his drawing skills, you always received the little pen doodles with love "I'm almost done" you speak to him and he makes a happy humming sound, for you, you could be posing for days if you wanted to.

Again he thinks again, deep in his heart he loves it when you proclaim that he is your only muse, not Bruce Wayne, not another rich guy who pays for your paintings, Edward Nashton of KMTJ brings out your creativity to make paintings non-stop.

"I hope it comes out well in this painting," he says and you switch brushes "You always come out beautiful Eddie" you assure him as if it's a no-brainer.

Edward stretches his legs a little when he notices you are putting down all the brushes "More than the plain Mona?" you laugh at his question "More than the plain monkey" you reply and call him over to come to see the painting.

"wow" is the first thing he says when he sees it is him with various mixtures of paints that make it look great, he stays a few minutes fascinated with the work while you finish putting away all the paints and utensils.

"Do you want to take it home?" you ask taking off your Machado apron of various paint textures and Edward nods his head buzzing with delight as he takes your hand.

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"Is it a cow?" you ask looking at the paper in front of you, when they came in from your study day Edward wanted to show you a drawing he did on his break from work "It's a dog" Edward clarifies pointing to the somewhat deformed figure of the dog "it's you and me and the dog we saw in the park" he explains his drawing as you look happily at the drawing, so proud of him.

"It's so cute!" you squeal with happiness placing the drawing on one of the walls of the room "I think I'll put it in my next collection" you speak to him lovingly as the two of you embrace, Gotham nights are usually cold, but when you're next to Eddie it seems like the whole apartment becomes warm.

"I would like you to attend my next Exhibition will you go, right?" the two of you look at each other face to face Edward keeps his eyes closed completely in love with the position they are in "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

The presenter looked at you with respect, he was sitting next to you with several question cards waiting for the program to start, all the time your facial expression was serious.

When the program started the presenter began with a charismatic talk about your works "So, tell us, who is that man who is always in your paintings?" he let out the question with a curious tone the cameramen pointed to your face looking for a surprised expression from you, instead you answered naturally.

"He is my partner, Edward, we have been together for several years and I always fell in love with his way of being" you start talking with a formal tone "When I see something I love, I want to capture it in my paintings so it can be immortalized" you settle back in your seat placing your elbows on armrests.

"Before I was looking for perfection in my art, but now I achieved it without realizing it" the presenter remains static before your speech "perfection is when I look at the effort I put in each work and that it was worth it" you look at the camera in front of you "sometimes art can hurt us, but I decided to be happy painting the love of my life".

The presenter you forgot his name gave a few admiring claps as you took a sip of water. God, you just hope Edward watches the show.

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The man in clear glasses leapt towards you to hug you both standing outside the program set, the stoic countenance disappeared when you noticed your boyfriend, he squealed with joy for the program "God, how I love you!" he proclaims and before you could respond he kisses you on the lips, you close your eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Me too Eddie" you reply kissing him again, you remember hearing about Edward's past, you wish the people who hurt your muse would suffer the consequences of their actions.

"I think I have inspiration for another painting, but this time I need to buy a darker green" you comment smiling at him, Edward gets excited "what kind of green?".

"Mmmm" you pretended to think making a thoughtful sound "What color is the Riddler mask?".

Edward almost choked on his own saliva, in a few times you have painted him as the Riddler and that makes him get more excited "I um, I think, I can tell which gree-en it is" he stutters nervously.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

There were nights when Edward tried to draw you with canvas, and you happily posed while Edward mixed different tones that you could easily make a rainbow vomit, still, it was a dream for you to see him like that, you swear he looks so cool behind the canvas, you seriously consider buying him a beret to match his beautiful eyes.

When Edward finished he proudly showed you the artwork, someone else would say it was a perfect Picasso with the drawings barely repeatable but for you, it was the masterpiece of the century.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!

[magnificentmicrowave]

Okay genuine question now, but how do you handle stress and pressure whenever you're stuck with a drawing? Like what do you do when a specific part of it looks irregular, an no matter what you do it'll always look off or bad? I have this problem while drawing eyes, and sometimes it works on a simple angle, and other times they just look inhuman, and terrible, and no matter how many times I redraw them it keeps getting worse. Also, here's your egg girl smoking the fattest dooby, since I blew your ask box with that boob question, sorry!

HOOOOLY FUCK she's absolutely schpuffin on that shit. thank you anyway this is a really good question and something i feel very strongly about. here is where i will go on a rant

in general when people are giving art advice, it's easy to hyperfocus on the technical aspects of improvement, but i think it is just as pertinent if not moreso to put an emphasis on improving your mental as far as art is concerned. i had artblock that lasted far too long, and lost years of potential art progress just because my mental towards art was just completely wrong. you NEEEEEED to enjoy and want to do what you're doing or else you'll start associating the act of art with all those bad feelings. self-discipline is also important to an extent, but anyway

with all that being said, concerning your specific problem i think there are a couple main pointers that i think more people starting out in art should know: frustration and lack of confidence in your lines comes from lack of understanding. when you are struggling to define or place lines in the right place, all that means is you lack the right resources in your mental library to recreate those details in your art. polishing a turd, no matter what you do, will only get you a shiny turd!! to that end, use references, so that your art can have a solid skeleton based in reality for you to build on. for the love of GOD please use references. sometimes i'll overlay an image and trace it just so i can get a good idea of how the limbs are working in space. as a quick example:

i'm not going to go all in on this specific process, but my point is: don't feel ashamed to use references, trace to learn, or use whatever tools at your disposal you may have. not everyone can be kim jung gi and have an insanely large mental library, so don't feel bad about not being able to draw your art 100% from memory. when you're drawing the same line over and over you're practically gambling points of your own sanity away in the hopes that the right lines will magically appear. sometimes you just gotta step away and take a mental reset, or trash the piece altogether. that's another thing, don't be too attached to every little doodle you make, not every piece you work on is supposed to be a new magnum opus.

this was more philosophical than technical advice but hope this helps :) i don't want anyone else to go thru the years of artblock that i did bashing my head against the mental wall that i was. take things at your own pace and, most importantly, enjoy what ya doin,

tl;dr: frustration comes from lack of understanding, use more refs, don't feel bad about trashing WIPs

[shrimplymoray]

Hello, person whom i may or may not share a home with, it is i, simply the most guy of guys, i would like to request a simple oc (u know who) x Rook Hunt, where, possibly, Rook finds out that he has been the muse of a certain someone, if u cant or dont want to write thats ok too, drinks lots of water btw xoxo

--ur best bud ¬u¬

Ehehehe KrisRook content my beloved òwó I got u covered bro (btw sorry i wrote Kris name wrong on the other post, i forgro to change it, i'll do it after i post this teehee)

Rook Hunt x Kristoffer Hartdagger - aMUSEing

Normally the Arts and Crafts club is a silent place, with only some ambient songs from the club's collab playlist as a company to the artists all in their zone. Today started no different, the club president presenting them today with a simple mindless doodle session before them getting into the more ellaborate club activities. Kris stayed very much in his zone as always, being the softspoken and shy boy he is. on his normal seat, with a sketchbook and some colored lead eraseable pencils, he doodled. Except everyone around noticed how he would sigh and stare at his doodles. The truth is, for a while Hartdagger had been in love. He just never opened up with anyone but his bestfriend Moira about it. "Ah~Monsieur Spotted, I see you're on art duties. Beuté!" "AHHH!" Kris was close to throwing the sketchbook up in the air in fear from the oh so common voice he grew to love. Rook Hunt seemed to be observind the club... again. "ROOK! GO AWAY! SHOO SHOO!" The club leader tried shooing the man away, but to no avail. he made his seat next to Kris, looking politely at the club president. "Ah, monsieur artiste, I can guarantee I will behave according club rules during my stay, you have not to worry!" "I-I... Sir, I can keep an eye on him... I-if you want it, that is,, i'm not forcing it in aniway i'm sorry if i seem like-" "Keep him from touching anything and it's all good Kris, if he gives you trouble i'll just call the headmage." "Right. Okay. sorry..." during the small conversation, Kris failed to observe Rook's head getting closer and closer to his space, until he could quite literally feel the brim of his hat touch his forehead. "My, my... I knew you liked to draw people, Monsieur Spotted, but never thought i would be a form of inspiration for you. Such magnificence, so much attention to the details." "Eep! You were... you... were staring at my doodles?!" Kris hugged the book to his chest "don't mind it! really!" "Why, it is a beautiful! If you ever are in need of a muse, I will be happy to provide! La chasseur d'amour will always provide the inspirations to seek the beauty in all!" While others only groaned, Kriss mumbled something under his breath. It seemed almost unaudible, but to a pair of trained hunter's ears, it was as clear as day: "you already are my muse" Rook kept his composure, but of course, the hunter had the affirmation of the prey, and now he is ready to get it for himself. "Perhaps you would enjoy a posing session later on Pomefiore?" Kris stared at Rook, face already flushes since the moment Rook invaded the boy's personal space, but he didn't have in him to deny, so he slowly nodded. Rook was going to say something, when he heard the common call of Vil for his Vice Housewarden's aid. Rook smiled sweetly before stooding up "It seems Roi du Poison is in need of my hunting skills, but fret not, for I'll come back at when the meeting ends! Trés Bien!" As soon as Rook left, and everyoned seemed more at ease, the president went to Kris "Hey... Thanks for the help but..." "Yes, sir?" "Do you know how does he know when the meetings end when we have it end in different times each day?" Rook Hunt things, were all everyone could assume.

Hope u like it! I never wrote Rook and I saw almost nothing of him yet so I'm getting used to him still!

[lucero-is-here]

Drops in

Good afternoon ladies, gentlemen and folks. I am your host, Ronnie. Today we have Jonah Karam. I am tackling the single requests first, this is nothing against the people who request multiple characters at once.

This was requested by:

I love Jonah, so let’s get to him.

- omnisexual.

- he spends a lot of time with Marina.

- he would eat anything- He can eat anything and he has eaten a lot of things. He doesn’t really care if it tastes good or not as long as he can eat it.

- doesn’t really have a favourite food-

- he knows a lot, like a lot about weapons.

- weapons are his special interest in a sense. He read up a lot about different guns and swords and blades and their history, cause he’s genuinely really interested in them.

- he likes kids- He cares for kids and would do anything to protect them. You hurt a kid around him and he’s ripping your head off.

- he has a lot of stamina. He can run and exercise for really long periods of time without getting tired.

- he has a lot of strength. He exercises a lot, so that’s to be expected. He usually helps with lifting heavy things around for the Bureau.

- soft spot for kids. Yes, he likes kids, and he also has a soft spot for them. He’d let them stick stickers all over his arms, and he’d let them doodle on his arms too. He really likes kids-

- He’s pretty aggressive, which is pretty obvious from how he acts around criminals.

- he has a kill count, yes we know that. However I feel like he would have killed at least 10 people so far. At least. Most he killed would probably somewhere among 10-20? But I’m not that sure.

- he has no taste in clothes- Marina usually helps him choose clothes. But before Marina, he just asked people for suggestions in what to wear.

- his closet has a lot of those camouflage patterned clothes. He also has no shirts that have any kind of pictures. Most of his shirts either have some kind of pattern, or they are just plain.

- he likes apples. He likes how they are crunchy.

- really close with his half sister. He really cares for her and would do anything to keep her safe.

- really attached to Marina. He cares for Marina a lot, and also feels really bad about what he did last time. He still apologises for it- which he probably should.

- Marina has suggested he go see a therapist or someone, because he has some issues in the past cause of his job. He’s a bit reluctant but he has agreed so he can become a better person, and feel better about some things.

- very rough hands. His hands are pretty coarse, and he sometimes doesn’t really dare to hold Marina’s hand cause he’s scared she’ll be bothered by how his hand feels.

- he lets Marina paint his nails.

- he usually wears boots. He also has sports shoes he wears sometimes. But he usually sticks to boots.

- people find him intimidating- and his past actions do not really help…But he tries his best to prove that he is at least a decent person and tries to make people feel safe around him.

- he buys Marina pretty things cause he loves her- Pretty things includes flowers, simple jewellery, notebooks and other small things.

- he collects sea glass. He found sea glass at the beach once and he became a little obsessed with them- cause they are pretty.

- He likes dogs. He loves dogs- He had a pet dog once, and he named her Cookie.

- good spice tolerance.

Okay that’s it!

Now I haven’t posted in a month- and I’m really sorry for that. But I’ve been having a lot of exams, and I only have a short period of time before I have more exams. So if any requests are done, it’s those only requesting for one character. Requests with three or more characters will be later responded too. Hope you all can understand’

[l1nghuarchive]

hello!!! I wish u luck on starting up ur blog! :) being the absolute heizou and kazuha simp I am, may I request them with a sick reader? <3

WEE ONG TYSM FOR REQUESTING AAA YOU DIDNT PUT A GENDER SO I HOPE GN IS OK FOR YOU!! (i wrote this while i was taking the bus home, sorry if there are any spelling errors !)

Pairing : Kazuha && Heizou x reader

Type : hcs

Warnings : n/a

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

• Being the kind hearted person Kazuha is, he'll make sure to take care of you perhaps even stay back behind to take care of you if you are part of the crux!!

• As a wandering samurai, im pretty sure he has to take care of himself a lot before he had met Beidou so he is quite and expert when dealing with simple symptoms of sickness. If it's a high fever, he'll go to Baizhu to get medication and feed it to you! <3

• If you are very conscious about getting him sick even if he says it's okay, he'll write little poems for you and even draw a small doodle of himself as well as leaves! (ps. His drawing skills aren't really good but his words in his poems definitely make up for it!!)

• "Kazuha , these are uh really nice hearts that you drew..!" "My dove, it meant to be leaves.. But if you think it's a heart then it can be as well."

• Kazuha may seem like a rather calm person outside but he is interanally panicking inside if he is doing enough since he is scared that your health would get worse because he isn't taking good care of you.

• If you're symptoms tend to get worse, please reassure him it isn't his fault or he might actually start panicking and trying a bunch of medicine that he learnt on his travels that he thinks might help.

• Overall, Kazuha really someone who would stay by your side even if he isn't a professional doctor he is really genuine of taking care of you <3

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

• The best detactive Heizou is almost never called in on a sick day, after all missing one day could mean missing a lot of clues and cases he might find interesting.

• Now when he heard you were unwell, let's just say he doesn't really know how to take care of you </3 and he may or may not have fed you the wrong medicine..

• "Heizou, i think that is the medicine if I'm having if im having problems with.. Releasing gas." "Oh." (you told him that when he just fed you a spoon full of it, you had problems with your stomach a few days later after you got better..)

• Heizou would definitely try to cuddle with you in bed if you are having a headache or having trouble sleeping, of course while you're asleep he might try to think of ways to help you feel better faster. He hates to see you lying in bed all day since he wants you to go on many cases with him all around inazuma!

• He'll try to crack some jokes while you're in bed to keep you entertained while you're recovering. (his jokes are kinda stolen off from google but the fact they are overused makes it funny LMAO)

• Unlike Kazuha who is a wandering Samurai, being a detective requires a lot of time so Heizou always has to leave very early in the morning so he can come back earlier to take care of you though do expect a little note with a few puns and overused jokes next to your nightstand.

• Once you've gotten better, Heizou might have to work extra hours because he did runaway from the tenryou commission to take care of you do if he arrives home late please do welcome him with a hug <3

• Heizou might not be the best at taking care of you but he is willing to sacrifice himself to make sure you're healthy and happy <3

Tysm for requesting, i hope you liked this and sorry if it is ooc! </3

[umazane-muesli]

Jukebox January: Day 1

This is a tag started by @esskuesli ! Here is the info :)

I know it's past midnight in my timezone but uuuuh please let's pretend it's still January 1 and I'm not late (or let's pretend my lateness is totally intentional in honour of birthday boy and notorious late boy Jan Peteh)

Also I hope you won't mind, I kind of want to bend the rules a little bit... there are things that I want to include on some days that are not songs (but still start with each letter), like albums, genres, etc. I hope that's okay.

I included some spotify links for convenience but it's limited to 10 per post, so not all songs have them, sorry.

Anyway, here's my list for today:

A sem ti povedal - Live from Arena Stožice by Joker Out

Considering the nature of this blog, I just had to kick this off with a Joker Out song. I love both the studio and the live versions, but in honour of the concert movie (which I haven't watched yet lol), here is the Stožice version with the beautiful trumpet intro.

Aikuinen (feat. Vinttikoira) by Käärijä

Aaaaand here is a Käärijä song as well, of course. Aikuinen is one of my favourite of his songs, both for the music and the very relatable lyrics (or at least their translation, I still don't speak Finnish).

Avalanche by Leonard Cohen

A good portion of the songs I listen to are because of some other brainrot, be it tv shows, movies, books or anything else. Honestly you could track whatever I've been obsessed with in any given year just by looking at what Leonard Cohen song is on my spotify wrapped (his songs are good for soundtracks, what can I say). This one was used in Our flag means death, but also it's just a damn good song.

Look, is this a bit cringe? Yes. But is it fun to belt out while drunk at some lame village party? Also yes. It's a classic 80s French song (if you grow up in some rural swiss village that didn't know rap existed until like 2005 you'll know a lot of those)(yes i'm exaggerating a bit but still)

While we're on the topic of slightly cringe, I don't listen to them anymore, but shoutout to 15 year old me who was doodling little aliens everywhere because of this album. It's gonna be okay buddy I promise.

Literally nothing I love more than a good overdramatic 80s power ballad. Hell yes.

I love this song and also I have a little bit of a soft spot for Paulo Londra (even though I know nothing about him other than his music) because he's from Córdoba (Argentina) where I lived for a little bit, so it reminds me of good times :)

I used to listen to Charlie Winston when I was much younger and honestly his new album is a banger, I've enjoyed getting back into his music.

A Curious Thing by Amy Macdonald

This is not a song but an album, and it's very dear to my heart. Amy Macdonald is one of the artists I've consistently been listening to for the longest. I love all of her albums, but A Curious Thing is one of the first albums I bought with my own money as a teenager, when I went to London with my mom. It was the first time I was ever on a plane, so now every time I fly I listen to this album. Very silly ritual, I know, but I still do it.

And now a bunch of miscellaneous songs about which I don't really have anything to say but I still enjoy: