#Those sketches are messy as hell

[buttercupshands]

I'm not home rn so just some sketches I saved yesterday after the stream not all of them

Was in a bad mood yesterday to post them.... Or clean them, or anything really

Meh

[gaycrittercentral]

draw the kids being babysat by Ace and Quinn [@lizardtheartist 's sammymack ocs]

Oh I can do ya one better, bud--instead of just drawing them myself, I thought I'd ask @lizardtheartist if they might wanna do a quick collab, and they said yes!! :D it was super fun, here's what all we drew (mine are blue and theirs are pink, except for two tiny exceptions you'll have to guess on your own teehee)

Here's all the stuff we drew!! It's a bit big though so here's some closeups of bits that go together ^^ (as you can see I take forever to draw anything so there's a bit less of mine lmao)

I figure my Spamntax would just kinda show up out of an interdimensional portal or whatever like "hey other universe us, can you watch our kids for a sec? oh nice you have your own so you're used to it!" like with zero notice beforehand because they're assholes, but Ace and Quinn are so excited to have playmates that they just kinda go with it ghkdslflksfhsdh

But yeah thanks so much for collabing with me Lizard!! :D this was super fun and your kiddos are super cute heheeee

[bluestriips]

. . . ﹫Ꮺ comfort in the sun ٠࣪⭑ M.S

୭ synopsis : your favorite time of day , and your favorite person , symbolized by the sun … in one way or another.

୭ content : matt x fem!reader , fluff , smut , dry humping , unlabeled relationship , mentions of marijuana and smoking , usage of petnames [baby] , proofread

୭ word count : 1.8k

୭ a/n : button divider made by me cause i couldn’t find one with this aesthetic for shit. free to use, just tag me pls!

everything just feels so... warm.

the rays of afternoon sun pouring through your window, bathing both of you in it's ethereal light, the closeness of matt - his body pressed against yours, chest heaving with slow, heavy breaths, your movements creating a pleasurable kind of heat deep within your core, spreading and seeping between your guts.

warm like your senses heightened from the shared joint that now hangs lazily between his fingers, forgotten, save for the smoke that curls up into the air, defined and highlighted by the sunlight.

it's like the sun makes everything it touches into something magical.

the smoke in the air, your room - a perfect kind of messy, with all kinds of colors and lights and paints, books, clothes, sketches. the two of you, sat on your bed, carried away in some sort of warm, pleasurable moment. just two kids, lost in eachother.

it's not just the sun that makes him magical, though. it's not that simple. he's beautiful - he's always been beautiful. when you first met, when he started ditching his friends for you. sharing joints and stories, old or new on the weekends, making your way to the hall you know he'll be when the lunch bell rings, you had found a friend.

not someone fake, not someone who would walk with you for the hell of it and spare half-assed comments and pay half a mind to respond to you with an ounce of detail so you'd think they cared. not someone who stayed with you long enough to make you feel liked and then destroy it with whispers and unkind words the second they escape you.

matt didn't escape you. he didn't make you feel like you needed to be escaped. he spent time with you, he complimented you. and you wouldn't have told him if things hadn't changed - sometimes you still have trouble saying it - but those compliments meant something more. more than just... friendly.

you stayed quiet about it. you didn't want to risk your only friend, your sweet, kind, beautiful, funny, caring friend, for your stupid feelings.

but you didn't have to risk anything for things to change. slowly but surely, time after school and shared joints and friendly glances and platonic touches bloomed into something more. something warm.

it turned into tangled limbs, nights spent with a connection between souls deeper than words from your messy mouth and your jumbled brain could ever mean. and matt didn't mind. he was just... matt.

he's perfect. labels never came up, and you don't mind. you don't care if he's your friend, or your boyfriend, or anything inbetween. he's all you have, and in a way, you're all he has too. you're the only one who really, really gets him.

the way he looks, the way he feels, touches, just... is.

there's music playing through your cd player, you get me so high by the neighborhood, blending into the room as his hands are planted on your waist, guiding you over him. his lips are parted, pants and breathless moans leaving his mouth as he looks up at you with those eyes. you roll your hips once again, a soft whine forcing it's way out of your throat as the perfect friction sparks between you and his clothed cock.

he can't help the way he feels around you.

"fuck, that's good- just like that.." he forces out, his voice a quiet rasp. he can't seem to take his eyes off of you, darting between your own, and the way the sun hits your pretty face.

you nod, swallowing thickly before another moan leaves your throat as he bucks his hips up. "sorry- fuck, i'm sorry, you feel too good.." he moans, his grip on your waist tightening.

your eyes drop down to where your bodies connect, your lips curling upward at the tent in his jeans. "do i-fuck-do i turn you on that much?" your eyes flutter shut as he pulls you down a little harder, unable to stop the small laugh escaping your mouth.

"shit, you have no idea.." he murmurs, pressing his face to the side of your neck, planting hot, open-mouth kisses across your skin. he moves your hips over his with every kiss, as you plant your hands on his shoulders - sliding down to his biceps.

you've always had a thing for his arms, and he's definitely noticed. your nails dig into them through the fabric of his shirt, eliciting a soft groan from him as he stays buried in your neck. the pleasure continues to shock through you, twisting your gut and building up into an intricate knot that represents everything you have. not lust, not meaningless touches, but that connection between souls that means so much to both of you.

"damn, what were we supposed to be doing again?" you ask, one of his hands sliding down to your hips, kneading and massaging the skin while the other moves up to your hair, pulling your head to the side and revealing more of your neck for his desperate mouth to claim.

he hums, nipping the base of your neck before mumbling a response. "chemistry revision." and he goes right back to kissing, like the response is inconveniencing him. which it kinda is.

"anndddd... how did we end up here?" you smile, a particular roll of your hips over his eliciting a closed-mouth moan from you. he sighs, his hand tightening on your hip. "you insisted on the joint, if i'm not mistaken. then y'started lookin' too good."

his words, so simple, send something straight to that knot in your gut. everything feels so, so good. your eyes flutter shut once again, a shaky breath leaving your mouth. "mhhhm, i guess this counts as chemistry."

he pulls away from your neck as you begin to define your movements, grinding harder, longer. he looks up at you, brows furrowed in pleasure, cock twitching at the fucking sight of you. "you close?" he tilts his head, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as his hand in your hair drops down to the other side of your hip, helping your needy movements.

his eyes are hazy, red, thick with arousal, and fuck, he's sexy. you nod hastily, like the movement is too distracting from the tightening in your gut, a shaky whine leaving your lips. his head tips back, nose scrunching as his chest heaves against yours. "yeahhhh, shit, me too, baby. s'okay, i'll get y'there." he rasps, hips bucking up once more.

his hands move back up to your waist, wrapping around your body and pulling you closer as he begins grinding his hips up in time with yours. you've always loved how vocal he is, satisfied moans and groans leaving his throat. his eyes peel back open, before shutting immediately as if he'll cum at just the sight of you.

you laugh, breathless, and it's the best thing he's ever heard. he wants to record it, bottle it up and smoke it until he's high on you forever. his cock twitches under you, and you feel it this time. you'd make some lazy comment about it that really spurs you both on further while you pretend to be jokingly annoyed at the teasing, but you're too focused on feeling good.

your nails dig further into his arms, and oh, he likes that. it's like he can no longer control himself, the way his mouth drops open, and the noise that leaves him is filthy. "shit-fuuuuck-i need y'to cum." he moans, his eyes opening to look at you. in that moment, he literally has to hold himself back from soaking his boxers.

and you notice, you notice everything. that desperation from him spurs you on, his face and his voice. it's not just a plea, it's a demand. he needs you to, for yourself and for his pleasure too. your face drops to his neck, crying out in pleasure as your hips stutter. his eyes roll back, arms tightening around your waist as he groans. "come on- please, baby, fuck, you can cum.."

you don't know how. he's been desperate, looking like that, begging you to cum for the past minute. you've never been easily dominated like that, not really, but there's a drawn out moan from your mouth to his shoulder, a stutter of your hips, the knot in your gut unraveling quicker than you can comprehend and turning into a smoky kind of unimaginable pleasure that crawls through your veins the second he gives you permission to.

he barely has a millisecond to form a single thought before his head is thrown back, breathless moans leaving his mouth, his own orgasm hitting him hard. spurts of warm, sticky cum leave his tip, twitching, soaking through his boxers and soon through the thick denim of his baggy jeans, leaving a wet patch through the fabric. he feels just as good as you, possibly better, probably not.

steadily, you come down from the high, collapsing onto his warm, breathless body. his hand travels up to your hair, slowly, like the route is familiar, like you've done this a hundred times before, because you have, while the other stays wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

you wait until his breathing evens out, until his thumb starts rubbing small circles on the other side of your waist. you're still both high, messy, sprawled out over your disheveled sheets, digging and sifting through that beautiful connection you share that comes to light and shines like the sun.

"...i kinda want poptarts." you speak up after a beat, voice muffled by his neck. the movement of his thumb pauses before he laughs, a low rumble from his chest. "really? you just made me cum in my pants, n'you want poptarts?"

you smile into the skin of his neck, nose scrunched in a way he's always found adorable, a breathy laugh coming out through your nose. "yeah... what's wrong with that?"

"nothing, nothing... just- nothing." he laughs. it's a sound you can never get enough of, because it's so him. sweet, genuine, lights up an entire room.

because it's true, he does. he cares about you more than you could comprehend, and vice versa.

the sun is still shining on the both of you, bright and warm, bathing you in it's familiarity. a clear symbol of your connection. you've always loved the sun, the sky, the clouds, the stars, space in general. matt says it suits you. it's something he loves about you.

you've always viewed the sun as a sort of comforting figure. like a standard, in some odd way. and then matt traipsed into your life with his smile and his laugh and his hands, his gentleness, his care, his love. and then things became clear.

matt is your sun.

© bluestriips 2025

i do not condone stealing or plagiarism of any of my works or specific ideas of my works unless permission is given.

୭ taglist : @marrykisskilled , @courta13

[sturnswiftie]

boxer!matt isn't good at grand, romantic gestures but...

he does want to do something special for sunshine!reader on valentines day.

he wakes up early, which isn’t outside of his typical routine, and decides he isn’t wasting any time today. as soon as he’s done slipping into some sweatpants and a worn hoodie, he’s pressing a quiet kiss to the top of your head before heading out into the bite of the winter morning to pick up your favorite pastries that you always gush about but rarely ever get just because you don’t wake up early enough to actually go get them. he makes sure to leave them on the counter before heading for the gym, leaving you to wake up to the treat with a small note sitting on top of the box—figured these were better than chocolates for breakfast. happy valentine’s day.

but the real plan for the cash-grab holiday he usually loathes is what he has waiting for you once you return to his apartment for the night. matt makes sure to pick up takeout from your favorite restaurant since he hates crowded places, sets out some candles (begrudgingly, after you once mentioned how much you love “a little ambience” or whatever the hell that means), and put on one of those old, romantic comedies you’re always gushing about with those stupid, beautiful starry eyes of yours. he doesn’t get the appeal of romantic comedies or vintage films, but he likes watching you watch them. the way your eyes light up, the way you laugh at the corny dialogue—that’s worth it to him.

and of course, you love it. he’s pretty sure you’d love anything he did for you, but it still makes his chest feel warm and annoyingly fuzzy—or maybe that’s just because of the anxiety coursing through him at the thought of his next surprise.

he’s been holding onto it for weeks now with no real intention of ever showing it to you, of ever giving it to you. but with the holiday rolling around and this unfamiliar desire to do something really special for it, he’d caved.

you can tell matt is nervous when he hands the gift over, his lips pressed into a firm line almost as if he’s upset about the whole thing despite knowing he isn’t. still, it makes you feel a little guilty and apprehensive as you tilt your head to the side slightly and offer him a reassuring smile.

“matt, you know you don’t have to...” but the words die in your throat when you watch your boyfriend shake his head.

“nah, jus’... take it. and don’t make it a big deal, yeah?” he breathes out, but other than that, he doesn’t say much else.

you try to suppress a small, amused smile before nodding your head in agreement, your gaze shifting down to the small, beat-up notebook resting in your hands. you’re not sure what exactly to expect when you open it up, but almost immediately your heart starts pounding in your chest. inside, the notebook is filled with rough sketches and scribbled notes. it’s not neat or polished, but it’s him, and you hold it gingerly as you take in its contents.

matt watches you with anxiety coursing through his body. he knows exactly what’s in that notebook: you. there are sketches of you, some detailed, some just quick doodles of you laughing, sleeping, stretching in his hoodie. and then there are notes about things you’ve said—little moments that have made him smile, things you probably don’t even remember saying. and then finally, and probably what he’s most fearful of, are a few messy, unfinished poems. he’s not a poet and he’s well aware of that, but he thinks the intent of them comes across well enough. sometimes he just doesn’t know how else to put into words what you mean to him.

he watches as you flip through it in silence, eyes wide, fingers tracing the pages like they’re fragile. when you finally look up at him, he’s already avoiding eye contact, rubbing the back of his neck like he regrets giving it to you.

“jus’ figured you should know how i see you,” he mumbles just to break the silence if nothing else, his own heart pounding wildly in his chest.

when you finally speak, your voice wobbles. “matt... this is—”

“yeah, yeah, it’s dumb. y'don’t have to—” he starts to grumble, but to his surprise, you’re damn near tackling him. full-on, arms wrapped around his neck, knocking him back on the couch, tackles him. you’re kissing his face, his jaw, his lips, and laughing through teary eyes.

“you are the sweetest person alive, you absolute liar.”

matt groans, rolling his eyes while insisting on how fuckin’ dramatic you are, but his arms tighten around you anyway. and when you insist that this is the best valentines day you’ve ever had, that no one’s ever done something like this for you before, he just buries his face in your neck like he can hide the fact that you’re his favorite valentine too—and that maybe he could learn to like this holiday if more are spent with you.

©sturnswiftie

divider credit; @jiyascepter

[hot-patootiee]

Letters From Hell

Steve and Eddie become pen pals purely out of boredom. Steve begins to tell Eddie about the Upside Down through his anonymous notes. The notes only make Eddie realize that there’s danger at Forest Hills, and he doesn’t know how to keep himself, or anyone else, safe.

Explicit, there is a masterbation scene. Weed use. Canon typical violence against cats.

<Part 1>

Eddie was incredibly bored. It was one of those off times he was attending class and honestly if Mr. Miller kept droning on for another half hour, he might gouge his own eyes out. It was American Government and Eddie couldn’t, for the life of him, remember the difference between the 6th and 7th amendment or even what they did.

Instead of trying to decern this difference, Eddie began to write on a sticky note. He drew Miller’s stupid bald head and giraffe height, he put a small little text box with blah, blah, blah next to it and stuck it inside the desk.

…

Steve was sitting in class, so full of energy and unable to sit still from the adrenaline that seemed to constantly course through his veins. It always happened in the weeks after the confrontation with the upside down. The bruises on his face had faded into a sickly yellow, any pain he felt was overshadowed by the all encompassing alertness he was experiencing.

Restlessly, he felt around the inside of his desk to hide his obvious lack of idle hands. He caught a slip of paper under the desk, he tugged on it and the paper pulled free.

He snorted quietly at the caricature of their teacher. He drew a little thumbs up next to it with the words ‘Nice Drawing’ in a little messy print.

He stuck it back under the desk and went back to rubbing the rough metal inside the, fleeting touches to the inconsistent metal keeping his mind from wandering too far.

He was lucky this desk didn’t have gum stuck in it.

…

Eddie found his little sticky note in the desk, ready to add increasingly insulting characteristics to his drawing of Mr. Miller.

His eyes caught on the different shade of pencil, significantly darker then his own. Eddie thought it was a little thumbs up, but it was kinda hard to tell with how squished together the lines were.

‘Nice Drawing’

Eddie’s chest warmed a little at the praise and he had to suppress a laugh at his fellow Miller hating student.

He drew another little doodle, instead of Miller, he drew one of the villains from his campaign. An obviously queer coded man. It might poke at the comfort of his desk buddy.

His hair was long and unruly, not Eddie long, but shaggy for a man. His hair looked like it was a series of intentional cowlicks. His face was sullen but his suit ornate, sitting with a leg draped over the edge of his throne and another stretching out towards the viewer. It was one of those poses that if he were a woman, would be sexual.

He poured half the class period into the drawing, from the little details like the strands of his hair to the curve of his palm. Then he stuck it under the desk.

…

Steve was only in his seat for a handful of minutes before he reached for the inside of the desk, extracting the sticky note easily and sticking it to his desk.

His eyes roved over the figure, flicking from the intentionally gaudy jewelry to the arrogance of the figure.

Whoever was drawing these was certainly much better than Steve expected. The cartoonish caricature from before was nothing like the ornately detailed figure he was looking at.

With his kingly demeanor, Steve couldn’t help but sketch a crown. He also crudely shoved a nail studded bat into the figure’s hand.

Because he loved nail bats and also 100/10 weapon in his experienced opinion.

He shoved the sticky note under the desk, a little giddy at the correspondence between him and the mystery man.

…

Eddie was surprised when his desk buddy responded well. A cute little crown doodled on his character’s head and a nail studded bat in his hand.

Metal as fuck.

Eddie finally decided to lean a little more into himself. Drawing a demogorgon that he had used to attack his friends just a few days prior on a loose scrap of lined paper.

He labeled it at the bottom.

Demogorgon

He slipped it under the desk and made his best attempt to pay attention in class.

…

When Steve pulled the note out he was surprised to find a two headed monkey.

He honestly thought it looked like those blue butted monkeys that everyone had laughed at in biology.

But it had two faces, a scaly tail, octopus suckers for arms, and taloned feet.

When he read the name, he shook his head.

‘That’s not what a demogorgon looks like’

He tried to sketch what he had seen. The flower mouth was easy to draw but the body looked a little wonky.

Well he wasn’t exactly an artist but whatever. He’d seen Will drawings enough times. Plus he had a copy of the picture Jon had gotten of the thing. Maybe he’d show his desk buddy as a little public safety warning.

It was Hawkins and he didn’t want one of the few people that calmed him down a little dead.

He drew a little arrow to his sketch.

‘This is what it looks like’

…

Eddie was frankly somewhat unhappy that his desk buddy had criticized his drawing.

Especially coupled with the fact he was a DM and nobody in this entire school knew more then him.

He was frowning and a sarcastic asshole so he wrote a response.

‘Well, how do you know that?”

He drew a little angry face next to the ‘fixed’ demogorgon sketch a little spitefully.

…

Steve fidgeted a little when he saw his desk buddy’s response to his drawing.

The disbelief was to be expected.

Especially because Steve had no idea what a DnD demogorgon looked like.

But Steve liked the interaction. Something he didn’t get much with Nancy being his ex now and Billy Hargrove still harassing him.

This was the only way he really got to talk to anyone.

Steve scraped his pencil across the scrap paper apprehensively.

‘Because I’ve seen one.’

He fished out the image from his bag.

He circled the Demogorgon.

And he folded the paper and slipped the burned copy of the Demogorgon photo inside.

He felt his heart flutter in his chest. He was a little mad at himself.

He hadn’t thought his correction through and might’ve pissed off whoever was on the other side of the notes.

The only person who really talked to him without any awkwardness.

His palms sweat nervously.

…

When Eddie picked up the note, he immediately thought this was some elaborate prank on the freak.

Because why the hell else would there be a photo?

It was one of those Bigfoot-esque shots, blurry enough to be unable to tell what you’re really seeing.

‘FUCK YOU’

Eddie carved into the paper. Eddie huffed his way through the period, he wasn’t going home for something as stupid as this. He was passing this year and getting the fuck out of here.

He redoubled his efforts in class for the rest of the day.

When he got home, he slammed the trailer door which creaked dangerously in the face of his rage.

He thought maybe he could form a genuine connection with somebody other than his established group of friends.

But no. Eddie was some fucking freak to be made fun of.

He quickly packed a blunt, rolled it, licked it shut and twisted off the wide end of the cone before lighting it.

He opened the window in his room and rage smoked. Going faster than he usually did.

His lungs burned uncomfortably but he wanted to just not be sober any more and deal with the whole feelings headache brewing in him.

It wasn’t even a big thing. But years of being laughed at and pushed down made little things like this feel so large.

When the joint began to burn at his fingers, he tapped off the joint in his ash tray and snuffed out the burning red butt of the joint.

He felt static roll through his head pleasantly.

He drank some water because his mouth was painfully dry. Pausing to swish the water in his mouth and enjoy the sensation.

His skin felt so nice and after like 8 minutes of feeling his arms and the parts of soft skin where there was no hair.

Of course he was too high to care as he shimmied out of his jeans and pulled his boxers down. He shucked off his shirt too, sitting naked in his room and languishing in the pleasantry buzzing in his brain.

He chugged more water in an attempt to get some spit but gave up and rolled over, grabbing tissues off his nightstand and flipping open his container of vaseline and dragging his fingers through it. He didn’t bother to close it.

A problem for tomorrow’s Eddie.

He palmed his cock, ignoring the sound of a screeching cat outside.

The sounds of the forest soothes him as he slowly worked himself to hardness lavishing in the puddly pleasure sinking through his veins.

He didn’t feel tense, which made cumming take a little extra time, but he found it nice to enjoy it.

He stroked his cock slowly pushing down on each sensitive spot purposefully.

His orgasm built like the tide, going from incredibly close to just working along. His cock had begun producing precum, getting wetter then he usually did in response to the weed. The tip of his cock looked damn near pearlescent.

Eddie’s imagination began to spin. Shifting faces of men sucking him off floated through his head. It landed on Steve Harrington because he always liked the idea of skull fucking the guy until he cried.

He stripped his cock faster as his imagination shifted between Steve’s eyes beginning to shed tears to the bob of his throat when he was struggling to swallow Eddie down.

Wrapping his fingers around his stupidly hot hair and pulling Steve’s stretched lips down his dick and cumming down his throat.

And wow Eddie barely managed to catch his spunk in the tissue. His whole body seized as the shocks rolled through him.

He relaxed, floating in bliss before he heard a blood curdling scream from outside.

He pulled his boxers on and ran outside, abandoning the tissue on his bed.

He looked outside at the treeline and saw something startlingly similar to what was in the prank photo from earlier, only smaller. The flowered head and the teeth all matched his desk buddy’s sketch. It looked more like a dog, standing on all fours and having a chunky little tail which, terrifyingly enough, was wagging as it slurped up something.

Eddie caught a glimpse of blood streaking the trees and chunks of flesh and fur splayed across the grass.

He slammed the door shut and ran inside. He scurried to his room and shut the door, locking it before swinging his window shut and locking it.

Maybe this was all one hallucination. He’d never had one and he wasn’t THAT high but that’s the only way he could explain what he just saw.

He hid under his blanket, all consuming paranoia gnawing at his bones.

‘It would be gone in the morning’

…

IT WAS NOT GONE IN THE MORNING!

The spot swarmed with flies and large claw marks. Chunks of fur were spread all over the grass and black sludge was sprayed liberally around the ground.

‘Okay so maybe this isn’t a prank.’ Eddie thought.

The satanic cat sacrifices was something people thought he did, none of them would ever go this far just to fuck with him.

Maybe he owed his desk buddy an apology.

AN: AO3 IS OUT SO I MAKE ACTUAL PROGRESS FOR ONCE. As per usual tag list is open because I never close the damn thing. This is definitely going to be a faster burn than Flowers of Contempt but I still expect to get through a solid 30k words.

Also masterbation while high 100/10.

Tags for the wonderful people who had faith I’d actually write this. @coralineinwonderland @ofseaandstarz @kroymu09 @live-laugh-love-dietrich

[piratefishmama]

There was just something magical about a good Renaissance Faire. Something in the air that set Eddie’s little crow brain alight with excitement. Especially around December when Christmas loomed around the corner and snow dusted the ground.

Be it the shiny trinkets dangling from wooden hooks amidst the old wooden stalls, be it the haggling voices of stall vendors and customers, all dressed in garbs they’d likely sewn, dyed, modelled themselves, the smells of the food stalls, the glow of twinkling fairy lights reflecting on the snow, the music played on lutes and sang from haybales for gathering crowds, be it the energy of likeminded folks all there to be a little bit weird, joyously, freely, without shame or judgement.

He could be himself there.

Dressed to the nines in layered fabrics purposefully aged and torn to simulate era appropriate wear and tear. His hair held silver trinkets, tied up by lengths of dark fabric in a messy up-do that’d taken Wayne a good few hours to figure out, and would no doubt take them both a hell of a lot of huffing and puffing to remove without cutting it out later. He had a cloak made out of a thick set of curtains he’d thrifted, dyed, and repurposed.

He had his bag, something he’d sewn himself out of extra fabric from those curtains, made with plenty of little pockets and places to put his spoils, he’d saved up for months to get as much out of this faire as possible because things weren’t CHEAP there.

Most things were handmade, most things were lovingly crafted by gifted individuals. He didn’t even want to haggle, he had money specifically for the faire! He was going to spend money on the endlessly talented individuals at the faire!

He got himself a new journal, leather bound with thick blank pages for sketching in. it was embossed with intricate swirling patterns around a pentagram that he’d absolutely get shit for if he ever pulled it out in public but it was beautiful, and it had a cool swing lock clasp.

He got himself a pretty necklace, wire wrapped with a fancy gem that he’d keep safe to use as a prop at some point.

He found some beautiful homemade dice, made in such a way that it looked like liquid moved inside of the dice, little flecks of glitter sloshing around a cloudy liquid inside the green tinted gold leaf inlaid resin with every roll, beautiful, eye catching, immensely satisfying to his little crow brain. Surprisingly enough they were the most expensive purchase he’d made at the faire, tiny little dice, fifty whole dollars. Not the most expensive thing he’d seen there, but definitely the most expensive thing he now owned from the trip.

They came with an incredibly pretty velvet dice bag though, which he hadn’t expected to get as a little freebie but the girl at the stall winked at him when she handed it over and wasn’t that a trip. The fabric was dyed to look like some kind of galaxy, with little silver and gold stars embroidered into it.

It made those dice a steal and he would treasure it and them, always.

He perused the fabric stalls, getting himself a cool hand painted scarf, detailed with a beautiful dragon that he’d find a good frame for later to hang up because it would not be worn, no siree. He grabbed a cool hand carved wooden mug for Wayne that looked like something straight out of a Viking’s mead hall, he’d give it to him for Christmas.

He got himself some food. He watched a joust, got a photo with the riders and their horses, one of which tried nibbling his hair, tipped the riders, and very quickly found himself running low on cash.

All that scrimping, and saving, and dealing… worth it. So very worth it.

So sue him if he looped back around and walked through again, he couldn’t afford much of anything else, he’d spent his last ten spot on a fridge magnet, had five left for gas station snacks on the way home, but that was fine, he could take photos, he’d borrowed Gareth’s camera, Gareth would have come but his parents had one stipulation for him attending the faire, and that was taking his failing grade in biology, and upping it to something that at least predicted a pass before thanksgiving.

He’d failed, and no amount of grovelling could fix it. No Ren Faire for you good sir!

Jeff was out of town with his family on some ‘visit all the out of state family members before Christmas snowstorms lock everything down’ country wide tour. And Dougie couldn’t get the time off his part time job to go.

So Eddie had promised plenty of photos to show them what they missed out on.

It was the very last stall at the end of the strip that caught his attention. Maybe it was the way the dying sunlight hit it, or the way the wind caught the chimes dangling from its flimsy rafters, he felt… called to it. Drawn to it like a moth to a flame and who was he, but a lowly little moth, to ignore the call of the fire?

So he wandered over, let himself be drawn in, offered a friendly little finger wave to the greying woman sat behind a makeshift counter wrapped in shawls and decorated in silver jewellery that jingled as she worked a single crotchet hook into a slowly coming together wine red shawl. The woman offered him a simple bow of her head and a small smile in response but no sales pitch.

No conversation of any kind really, she simply sat there while he looked, crocheting away without a care in the world. He could appreciate that, not being bothered by pushy sales tactic, especially when he had so few funds left to play with, he always felt guilty when he couldn’t afford what they were selling.

Like why was he even there if he had no money to spend?

The old woman didn’t do that, allowing him to wander through her surprisingly large stall full of little trinkets and goodies uninterrupted, which was for the best because had she spoke, he might not have stayed long enough to spot it. Amidst the little boxes decorated with carved patterns and pretty gemstones, amidst the scarves, crocheted bags, amidst the leather work belts, and wallets sat a single, solitary little bottle.

Sealed with a cork coated in wax and pressed with a decorative seal in a shape too worn down to really make out but obvious that it’d at one point had a shape. The bottle was hand blown, not manufactured, lightly frosted a dark brown to a brilliant amber around its square base, the colour crept up the smooth sides towards its seal, like a diamond in shape.

The bottle wasn’t empty either.

Much like the dice that’d caught his crow brain hook line and sinker earlier, this little bottle was filled with some kind of liquid. It swirled like a galaxy inside, and at the centre a brilliant light that looked like it held its own sun, always at the centre of the swirl, never distorting or shifting out of place, eternal in its circular flow.

It was warm in his hands. He didn’t even realise he’d picked it up.

“Two dollars.” Eddie damn near jumped out of his skin, whirling around, the bottle tight in his grip. That old woman had moved. And she’d done so with a quiet stealth some might attribute to a ninja, which was impressive considering how much jewellery she wore.

“Huh?” So eloquent of him.

“Just two dollars, child. The bottle? It is… calling to you, yes?” He couldn’t place her accent, something foreign, European maybe, he had no idea but it definitely didn’t sound any parts American. “I take two dollars for it, will bring you luck.” He looked back to the bottle, eyeing the swirl that still held its pattern even as he’d jostled it, like nothing could knock it out of its gentle swirl, then back to the old woman.

What was two dollars, really?

He had five left, if nothing else the bottle could make a really cool prop, and if it did bring him luck, then hey bonus. Who was he to argue with a mysterious old lady at a Renaissance Faire? “You uh… you got yourself a deal, ma’am.” She smiled brightly at him, eyes alight with both happiness and… something else, something that reflected in the light that he didn’t think hard enough about. She accepted the five dollars he had left, she gave him his change, and a little paper bag filled with tissue to hold his new purchase, which he didn’t really need as he put it right into his own bag after receiving his change, and then she sent him on his way, uncaring as to whether or not he wanted to look at her other wares.

He’d gotten the bottle. Nothing else mattered apparently. Maybe he should have found that suspicious, but why would he?

As soon as he left the little stall, all thought of it seemed to wash away from his mind leaving him freely wandering back to the entrance where his trusty steed, his Van, awaited him to take him home. Blissfully unaware of the little bottle he’d just purchased. Blissfully forgetful of the stall he’d visited, of the old woman he’d just met, of her smile, her eyes, her mysterious accent.

All of which was for the best, really, as if he’d thought about it, if he’d taken a single moment to stop and look back to the little stall at the end of the row, the little stall that held more treasures than it should have been able to for its size, if he’d looked back to wave his goodbyes to the old woman and her treasures, he’d have found nothing.

No stall, no woman, no trinkets or treasures. Just a single row of recycling bins and benches.

But he didn’t look back.

Definitely for the best.

Part 2

[scarlet-bee]

URGENT: Help save a cancer patient's life

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Alex (@hell-bent-in-a-fever-dream) is dying of breast cancer. Her health has drastically declined; see her post and her fundraiser page for more details.

Please help save Alex's life. If you donate to her treatment fund and send me proof of your donation, I will draw a small doodle for you. Here are some examples of my art:

[ID 1: A messy pen sketch of Audrey, from the "Little Shop of Horrors" film, drawn in a cartoon art style. The drawing is just her head, and she is smiling. The watermark says "scarlet-bee / tumblr." End ID.]

[ID 2: A slightly messy pen drawing of Audrey II, from the "Little Shop of Horrors" film. It is in its final, largest form. The drawing is just its head, and its mouth is open, showing its teeth and tongue. The watermark says "scarlet-bee / tumblr." End ID.]

Your drawing will probably look more or less like the art above (quick and simple), but I can put in a bit more effort to make it less messy/sketchy. It doesn't have to be just the character's head; that's just how I happened to draw those two, and they were the best recent pictures of my art that I had.

Since my art style is cartoony, I'm best at drawing characters that are cartoony in design. I will draw realistic/live action characters as well, though in my own art style. I'm tagging this post with some media that I like and would be happy to draw for, but you can request other things too.

Your request can be simple (e.g. "Can you draw Adam from Saw?") or more specific (e.g. "Can you draw Adam from Saw feeding a stray cat?"). It also doesn't have to be from a piece of media; you can request an animal, a mythical creature, an object, anything! If you don't have any ideas, you can ask me to come up with something, or I can surprise you if you'd like!

Rules:

For $5 and below, I will do one drawing. Above $5, I will do one drawing for every $5 donated (for example, $15 is 3 drawings).

I have the right to refuse any request, but I am willing to work with you to find something else that we'd both be happy with. I will not draw NSFW.

Please be patient with me, as it might take me a little while to get to your request. Please go ahead and donate as soon as you can, and then we can work out the details of your drawing(s) afterwards.

Please don't be too upset if your drawing does not turn out like you wanted. These are requests, not commissions. The most important thing is helping out someone in need.

Comment or DM me if you have any questions. If you can't donate, please reblog to boost. I will turn off reblogs when I am no longer accepting requests.

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[crunchybeards]

First of all I need to say that I’m so captivated by your Sam design. Heck all your designs for the look outside chars are so good and full bodied,. Second of all, I wanted to ask for my request if you’d wanna try drawing any of the many OCs/fan designs folks have made for this fandom? OR secondary option: your HC look for Jeanne pre-visitor visit?

THANK YOU! I'm still very flustered over the fact that people are so receptive to my Sam design.

But to answer your question yes! I do take requests for drawing Look Outside ocs or any fan designs that aren't my own! I've been doodling a few fan designs of Look Outside characters in private and it's really fun :) Idk if I'll post those though, they're very messy even by my standards lol. And for Look Outside Ocs, I'm keeping the request window open until next week Wednesday as opposed to this Wednesday unlike regular requests. Because I well and truly mean it when I say I WANT TO DRAW YOUR OCS PLEASE I REALLY MEAN IT. GIVE ME A REF, A DOODLE, HELL EVEN A CONCEPT JUST SOMETHING I WANNA SEEE AND DRAW THEM PLEASE.

This ask was really cool to receive and I do infact have a wip sketch of a pre-Visitor Jeanne HC of mine that I haven't had the time to get to yet.

I hope you can accept my humble offering to the Jeanne nation🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

[lannie-bacota]

I present to you the new Undertale AU I’ve been trying to create: ArtTale!

I only have a few these two designs so far and Undynes still in beta (I promise I’ll fix sans, it’s just my first time drawing him ok?)

But in the meantime here’s a list of what I have so far:

The Human, Frisk: [Soul: Determination] Frisk is armed with a Paint brush and a decorative leather Armband the moment she falls into the underground. she is a girl here because Frisk theoretically is the gender of the player. Frisk will find other items like the Boxing Gloves or the Tutu, but will remain using the items they came with, the found items can be taken to a store and used to upgrade your Paint Brush and Armband. Instead of a striped sweater, Frisk wears a Blue and Pink Striped open jacket with one sleeve rolled up, along with a pair of messy jeans and Yellow boots. Which run they choose is still being decided.

Flowey: [Flower Painting] Flowey sits in the flower bed standing out with his beautiful colorful petals, he tells The Human to paint one of his petals red when they first meet, claiming it’s some form of friendship thing down here. Not much really changes with this character except that their omega form is covered with paint splatter.

Toriel: [Oil Painting] Toriel spends most of her day painting the walls of the ruins with her oil paints, one painting in particular hangs in the hallway of her home, what the painting is of can’t be told, looks like it was smudged and ruined with water a long time ago, all you could make out was a handful of yellow flowers. Toriel still enjoys making butterscotch pie and immediately offers to make one for the human when they first meet. (PS: Everyone is a little friendlier in this AU). Through out your time staying with Toriel she will help you with doing certain types of arts and crafts, sometimes puzzles and board games, The Human only chooses to leave once they realize they don’t remember how long they’ve been here.

sans: [Chicken Scratch/Sketching] sans likes to doodle but puts very little effort into his art, often leaving the unfinished works on the floor around the house, stating that he’s “adding a bit of artistic flair to the home”. PAPYRUS hates it and always has to clean it up, the walls in sans’s room are covered head to toe in unfinished pieces, making it a complete mess. Like how his font works, sans’s appearance is affected by his art style, making him appear like an actual sketch, sometimes he’s colored, sometimes he’s plane blank white, it’s completely random. During his boss battle instead of his classic line “it’s a beautiful day outside, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, on days like these, kids like you ..should be burning in Hell.” sans will toss The Human a pencil and say the line “you like to draw right kid? So you’d know ..a sketch is only the beginning.” And then the boss battle begins.

PAPYRUS: [Classic Paints/Finger Paint] PAPYRUS loves to paint and much like Toriel, he decorates his home with art, he likes to think that it makes him look cool(Which it does! ÙnÚ) and will often brag about it to The Human, not in a mean way though, on a pacifist route The Human teaches PAPYRUS how to finger paint, at first it’s a hassle with his thin sharp bones but they learn to use their gloves to help.

Monster Kid: [Nothing Lol] MK doesn’t draw cause he doesn’t have arms, but later on The Human encourages them with their Determination to learn how in other ways, like with his mouth and such

Undyne: [Spray Paint] work in progress

Alphys: [Digital Art] work in progress

Mettaton: [Glitter Art] you know those old things where you’d peel a piece of paper off a sticky piece of paper and out glitter on it by the number and eventually it became a picture? Yea that. Mettaton will decorate you and get glitter in your eye as he kicks it around with his beautiful legs✨

Asgore: [Sculpting] Asgore likes to make stone sculptures to decorate his garden, he even made his own throne out of stone, which would be very uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the cushions, each of the fallen children’s coffins were also sculpted by him

Wendy: [Soul: Patience] “patience is key when making art”

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

Everytime I think of Damian doing something more stylised than realistic I imagine it in the style of 'Song Of The Sea' or 'WolfWalkers' but more proportional and it makes me so happy.

All of the art of his family to most people would expect it be hyper realistic, show everything just as it is but hell no! From using shaky and flowy to strict and thick outlines to show how trustworthy or stable somebody is, the faintest change of shade in their eyes to show a storm of thougths, it's how he sees everybody.

I would love to hear your opinion on his art :)

Also if you haven't seen those movies please watch them. You will cry but all for good reasons

Ooc !!

I've never seen either of those, but I'll definitely add them to the list of movies I need to get around to watching!

The idea that Damian takes someone and uses different types of styles to depict how that person is personality wise is utterly entertaining. Personally, whenever I have shown art for this account, I have always made sure to make the drawings have a somewhat different sense of style to them rather than just a straight-up doodle or sketch. For a Jonathan Kent piece I made (from Damian's perspective), I had used softer lines and tried to stay away from being overly messy to show that Jon was a very gentle and soft person. Then, when I was a part of @/sleep-deprived-tim's lore, I had came up with a concept of where Damian used harsh and ragged lines for Tim. Overlining and repeating over the lines, making it messy, because Damian simply couldn't remember exactly what Tim looked like (and that he didn't think Tim resembled a human).

I think Damian would absolutely use different techniques to show how he sees people around him. Talia would be elegant flowy lines, always either facing the side looking away to show how deeply Damian misses her all the time. It would be like she's there, but only from his memory. Drawings of Dick would be him smiling, some sporadic lines to show that he sees Dick always at his "best" but that he's always hiding something beneath the cracks—

But I feel at first most people wouldn't notice the small details that Damian provides in his artwork because it's only something Damian knows. People wouldn't realize at first that Damian went a different pathway with a portrait of someone he loves that wasn't exactly realistic because of his own view of that person. Damian draws with emotion. Every piece he does is filled with how he's feeling or what he feels towards someone.

Nobody would know unless they asked Damian, but even then, I think Damian wouldn't be honest in his reply.

Example ->

"Is there a reason why you draw your brother Jason with such sad filled eyes?" (If they were to notice)

"No. It was simply an artistic choice I made on my behalf, believing that it would better my art of him." (It isn't. It's his way of seeing Jason, even if it isn't always visible on Jason's face. He can always see the sadness and hurt in Jason's eyes, even if it's been years since his incident. It's why he chooses to draw Jason in such a way.)

I could yap more about the little details that I think Damian would add in his artwork, but I won't. I hope this gets my opinion across!

[ecto-hazard]

I wanna make a tf2 oc so so bad but I’m terrible at drawing people. Got any pointers?

So you wanna learn how to draw humans. Good for you! Drawing humans is complicated as shit and theres a lot that goes into it. I still need to improve in some areas of anatomy, and especially with drawing shit like clothes. There's millions of good guides out there for drawing all these specific aspects, but they're going to vary in complexity, style, etc. So I've instead put together my bullshit guide for drawing humans that can apply to people of any style and skill level!!!!! Welcome to Grey's 3 steps to draw humans.

STEP 1. DRAW BAD.

People get bashed over the head with the advice of "just practice bro." But the realistic thing is that if you're a perfectionist, it'll make it difficult as shit to improve your art if you don't let your art be bad. This doesnt mean, oh draw poorly on purpose. This is more a mindset thing. Embrace the fact that, while your art might not be at the level you'd personally want it to be, it's still worth making. If you enjoy drawing, it shouldn't matter if its "bad." You'll draw tons and tons of "bad" stuff and eventually look back and realize you've gotten better, even subconsciously. But if you can't get over the hurdle of letting stuff you draw be "bad" sometimes, you'll probably be too frustrated to keep going.

STEP 2. Practice drawing blocky shapes BEFORE details.

This is a skill I learned in the two art classes I took, but you can learn it on your own too. Basically humans have a lot of details going on and it can get a little overwhelming trying to capture it all. Work big to small. Focus on overall shapes first. Keep your sketches light and messy, cause itll be easier for you to overcome the hurdle to change something if you don't like it. Gradually build up to drawing the more intricate shapes like fingers, facial features, etc. If you're doing a full render, capturing the overall shapes of lights and shadows is helpful too!

When it comes to drawing your first sketch, try not to get too caught up in those tutorials that make you draw a specific type of sketch with like all the circles and cylinders and straight lines, thats all fine and good but if you're starting out its just kinda confusing and misses the point. Those are tools that'll help out when you want to hone in your ability to draw things in perspective.

STEP 3. Don't draw humans if you don't enjoy it.

Have you tried drawing humans but just don't really like doing it? Then fucking dont baby!!!!! Don't miss out on making things you enjoy just cause these goddamn humans are in the way! Make em a furry, a mech, an object character, a disembodied gangle of nerves floating in the abyss. Hell if you don't like drawing at all, WRITE em instead! Don't feel shackled by this mortal coil! Shed that shit!!!! Draw whatever the fuck makes you happy, and you'll be on the right track.

Hope this helps!

[lullabyes22-blog]

First of all, I just wanted to say how much I love your Arcane fics. I’ve been following FnF since I stumbled across it at 10 chapters long, and it’s been a wild ride since! Like a lot of people I’ve been all over the place with my feelings regarding season 2, but as far as I’m concerned FnF is my season 2 (and 3, 4, etc.) lol. You’re a gift to this fandom. Thank you for sharing your brilliant mind and imagination with us readers ❤️

You’ve answered some what-if asks and shared other Arcane thoughts on this blog before, so I have two questions for your consideration, but no pressure to answer either of them!

1. As a fellow writer, I’m in awe of the scale of FnF and the amount of planning/outlining that must be involved—HOLY SHIT! Are there any elements of s2 that have inspired you as you continue to write FnF? Have you considered adapting any s2 elements into later chapters (beyond what you’ve already predicted), or have you held fast to a specific Vision throughout the duration of this writing project?

2. Not sure if you’ve been asked this in the past, but what the hell would a living Silco’s reaction be to Vander’s hellish resuscitation as Warwick, assuming he isn’t immediately mauled in a confrontation?? Is Singed (assuming he’s the culprit) definitely fired??? This feels like such a MESSY terrible horrible no-good very bad situation for everyone involved lmao, and I would love to know your thoughts.

Aaaaah thank you so much! I'm super happy you're enjoying the story! I've been having a lot of fun with it, and I'm glad so many other folks are having fun with it as well <333

Also deeply honored you'd consider FnF in any way adjacent to canon material; that means so much T_T Especially since my own feelings on s2 are pretty mixed, and I'm not really sure what I would even do with those ideas, except maybe throw them out as a one-shot sometime down the road.

1. In terms of the s2 inspiration, I will say I was not the biggest fan of the plot's coherence/cohesion as a whole (too much stuff going on in too little time, too many threads left dangling etc). However, I was very gratified by the thematic journeys of the characters in S2, as in FnF they're actually following a similar trajectory (except for Silco who is, well, dead), and a lot of the same conflicts and themes are coming up. There was a happy sense of vindication that came from that, like, "Oh, so this was actually important, and not just me making a fanficcy mountain out of a molehill."

I will say though, that FnF has its own pretty airtight-ish plot, with many aspects already sketched out in advance, so I'm not going to go re-plotting things to match s2's direction unless and until it becomes necessary. In some ways, tbh, there's a sense of gleeful overlap, as a lot of the plot beats do mirror one another. (The Black Rose make an appearance by Act VII, there's a greater emphasis on magic and high fantasy going forward, Jinx is in the grip of an identity/existential crisis and Vi is stuck at a crossroads, Jayce has become disillusioned and split with Mel, Viktor has retreated underground and will be withdrawing deeper into his work, Ekko will be the one to snap Jinx out of a critical juncture and save Zaun in the long term, Sevika will take a greater leadership role etc...) All of the parallels if not the outright similarities were pretty satisfying.

As for how that's manifesting, a lot of the major developments and character arcs going forward are largely set in stone, but I do have a few key S2 events/details I've been mulling over in the background that I can see myself weaving into the plot at some point. But the rest is probably best kept as a surprise :>

2. As for the hellish resuscitation, well, I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about that one a lot hehehe...

But long story short:

Singed is 100% fired because there is NO WAY Silco would sanction such a thing - and if it occured in the FnF universe, then Singed was absolutely doing it behind Silco's back and will now face the full consequences.

 As for Warwick himself - he'd 100% retreat to Silco and Vander's little Brokeback bunk in the mines. And Silco would 100% don his old mining duds and dustry greatcoat and go looking for him, because he needs to be SURE it's not just a rumor, and also because he does, subconsciously, desperately want it to be his Vander. And Vander, who has a good measure of the old Vander's memories, and is 100% aware it's not a rumor, because hello: deranged wolfman, will 100% run towards Silco with every intention of tearing him to pieces.

And that is where the similarities end.

Because Vander is too deeply trapped within Warwick's killer shell, and is therefore incapable of having an emotional reunion with anyone, and because Silco is not an idiot and would never go into a skirmish without a loaded gun and an escape route, the end result would be bloody, messy and tragic.

Worst case scenario: both men would kill each other, and in their final death throes, find boyhood memories resurfacing. They'd die in tears, messily and bloodily entwined, but finally at peace with their own demons - which is how Jinx and Vi, teaming up similar to S2, would find them.

Best case scenario: Silco would find Warwick and be forced to try and capture and contain him. He'd enlist Sevika's help and succeed, but when Jinx finds out, she'd be appalled and retraumatized, and convinced Silco is trying to erase her dead dad and supplant him in every sense. She'd go off the rails and have a complete breakdown, and Vi would be the one she'd run to, because Vi is the only person who understands and cares. The sisters would end up teaming against Silco to try and bust WarVander out, and this would cause an irreparable rift between Silco and Jinx.

Cue mass destruction and an epic family feud.

Sevika, who'd be the only person left in Silco's circle of trust, would have to make the call to have Warwick quietly killed in order to save the city from a war, and then lie to Silco, telling him Vander succumbed to his own madness and perished. This would cause Silco's mental state to completely disintegrate. He'd lose what little sanity he had left, and would descend into a pit of guilt and grief.

 Either way, it's a pretty awful tragedy on both sides, and it would take the entire remaining plot of FnF to resolve the fallout, and for Jinx and Vi to find any kind of peace.

So you can see why I've been mulling a lot, but also left it alone haha.

But who knows?

Maybe the story will change my mind, or I'll be struck by some miraculous idea and figure a way out, though I'm doubtful.

Thanks again for the lovely words and thoughtful questions! They really mean a lot <3

[mittykidi]

i like to think even if [insert any of the main fnf or picos school characters here in any order because i ship p much all of them] got into a poly, theyd each still have their separate rooms. its just nice to have your own space sometimes, surrounding yourself in your own comforts and allat, especially if youre goin through mental hell (which all of them do, undoubtedly at least the newgrounds trio).

its not like they cant all sleep together, like they can have sleep overs in each others rooms and even in the livingroom, and they can routinely sleep together if they wanted, but if they decide not to, then that option is so much easier and accessible.

that being said, i haven't really thought about what all their rooms would look like, id imagine most of them enjoy maximalism.

random room headcanons below the cut

DARNELL

- the walls are lavender, faint marijuana scent + gasoline

- he has at least two lava lamps, one is purple

- ungodly amounts of pillows (the good kind tho)

- neat wall display of vinyls and posters

- keepsake box under his bed he thinks nobody knows about (pico and nene will watch him pull it out sometimes while hiding behind the door)

- obvs he has a small setup for his music career (idk all the tools specifically n im lazy)

- a drawing desk at the foot of his bed for sketching out blueprints, album covers, etc.

- usually pretty clean if you can ignore the burn marks up and down the walls.. and the bed... and the

NENE

- walls are pink, well, if you can even see the wall; smells like rose water

- stickers everywhere, pink everything, posters everywhere

- animal shaped candles... well until darnell gets his hands on them

- curtains over the bed- the bed is circle + beloved giant seal plush as pillow

- she has a pin board where she pins up polaroid pictures and letters/ drawings she gets and loves enough

- you will be stepping on beads in her room. nail polish is embedded into the carpet also

-usually pretty clean but clothes are often strewn about

-she has one of those giant mirrors with the squiggly border- and she has cute retro lightswitch covers/ doorknobs

PICO

- green walls. smells like marijuana

- glowing star decal ceiling, accompanied by a bullet hole or two (covered poorly with the stars)

- he has little dinosaur figures on the windowsill

- also hangs up vinyls and posters

- mood lights, all around. he loves them (easy on the eyes)

- bed is basically a fortress of mismatched blankets and plushies. insisted his mattress be on the floor (darnell made sure it was thick enough to not hurt his back)

- black out curtains

- his mini fridge is his night stand (likes having control over food)

- he has a mental map of where every weapon he has hidden in his room is; hidden more weapons than youre probably thinking

BOYFRIEND

- walls are a light blue & red, room smells like old books (i mean that in the most comforting way possible i love the smell of old books)

- has a tv in his room + gaming setup (messy edition)

- adhd piles (not clean or organized looking but he knows where everything is)

- many marks on the walls from throwing things aside without 2nd thought like a cartoon character

- blacklights and LED lights

- idky but i feel like he would have a cool bedframe like a racecar or a shark bedframe- beloved plushies !!!!

- keeps a snack stash near his bed

- comic book collection galore !!!! + some figures and posters around the place

GIRLFRIEND

- walls are a deep purple, room smells like cherries

- rose shaped bed, weighted blanket, beloved plushies !!!

- fairy lights along the walls

- adhd piles (ditto)

- posters of games she likes + tv and gaming setup (she has a lot of gaming consoles)

im gonna b fr im struggling to imagine her room x_x but im making pinterest boards for all of them later so hopefully thatll give me some ideas lmao

thats it yea 💥

[dailyscug]

how does mod ??? do those fun visual effects? (like in that one Hunter post)

a bunch of layer effect fuckery where i take incomprehensible images n shit usually and chop stuff up and fuck wirh the colors and contrast and then make them into difference/exclusion/divide layer modes and fuck around until it looks fun enough

you can see a bunch of bullshit here , sometimes i tinker with the colors directly like making the originally greyscale drawing here into having that green tone on it . also theres a lot of drawings under there too, theres like 3 other hunter sketches in this image but theyre also blend moded to hell and back to make it confusing and messy on purpose (kinda conveying the emotion of a constant noise- a constant experience that kept occuring in the context of this artwork about hunter always feeling this sense of wrongness and also its like childish drawings scattered about cuz i view hunter as young...)

-???

[st-hedge]

Hello Hedge!

I just wanted to say, no matter what you draw or paint, your art always looks so good!! But I also wanted to ask if you had any tips and stuff for someone who is extremely unskilled at painting backgrounds and sceneries? Or like, what would you recommend as a starting point? I've been struggling for literal years and have never found anything that makes painting backgrounds enjoyable, or that makes me feel like my backgrounds are... well, satisfying, if that makes any sense.

I hope you have a wonderful day, and thank you 💕

Heya! c: i was giving this a think and im gonna say if u dont enjoy making something, don't force urself to! someone who is good at doing backgrounds may be only good at that. they might've discovered they hate drawing people or are really bad at it (like bob ross ehehe) so they focused entirely on doing landscapes. so if u just find urself not enjoying backgrounds, it's okay!!

but if u want to give backgrounds another shot, here's an idea I had: i think that backgrounds can be very overwhelming and unenjoyable cuz of the scale and the fact that u think u gotta fill the entire canvas. the way i got over that gradually is by doing very simple block colour thumbnail sketches. base the sketches on photos, game screenshots, whatever u have on ur mind that might look neat. it helped me understand composition and colour palettes much better, which also helped me to then progress into doing more detailed paintings by making it feel less overwhelming. u can also then just blur the thumbnail and stick it in the background of a portrait and it'll look grand!

once i got more comfortable with making those thumbnail sketches, i'd go back over the painting with more detail. but by that i don't mean go back in and draw every darn leaf by hand. what i do is grab a favourite textured brush on the messy side (eg. wedge tail in procreate) and go over things to add shape and texture. u can imply a great amount of detail just from making a mess of texture lmao

once i have that satisfying amount of chaos, i might see shapes i like and then in that case i go back in and refine them with finer brushes. that might even be by just using those sort of 'stamp' brushes that immediately stick in leaf texture or something

thats how i managed to eliminated what i hate about doing backgrounds. if there is a specific thing u hate about doing landscapes, there's probably a work around for it that is lazy and satisfying as hell. maybe breaking the process down like i described above will help u figure out what it is

i hope that helps a little! but again please don't pressure urself into drawing something u might just dislike!

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EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS

good morning tumblr! i am in hell.

my family received a foreclosure notice this morning and we are now at a high risk of losing our house. i want to try and help them out as much as i possibly can so that we don't lose this, so i am opening emergency commissions to make what money i can to help them pay for everything.

it's going to make a small dent in what we owe, but i'm still willing to do whatever i can. below is the primary commissions that i am offering. there are n/s/f/w variants of these comms but i'm not open to doing those right now.

please do bear in mind that some of these feature an old artstyle.

all the prices are in USD. i only accept payments through paypal or cashapp, and they are paid half up-front and half during the second half of the process.

please view my TOS before send in a commission form.

HALFBODY

30$ Sketch - 40$ Coloured Sketch - 50$ Flat Colour - 80$+ Shaded

1000x1000 up to 3000x3000 px.

5$-10$ extra for multiple characters

Transparent or flat colour backgrounds available

15$ fee for landscape backgrounds

Can have messy or clean lineart, up to the client

FULLBODY

50$ Sketch - 60$ Coloured Sketch - 80$ Flat Colour - 100$+ Shaded

3000x3000 px.+ guaranteed for highest quality

5$-15$ fee for multiple characters (Price is character complexity dependent)

Transparent or flat colour backgrounds available (15$ fee for landscape backgrounds)

Can have messy or clean lineart, up to the client

Capped at 5 characters per 1 image

HEADSHOT / BUST

20$ Sketch - 25$ Coloured Sketch - 40$ Flat Colour - 50$+ Shaded

Single Character

Mid-torso and up or above shoulders ONLY, may include hands/paws

2000x2000 px.+

Can have messy or clean lineart, up to the client

Can make square or circular backgrounds (or both)

Background must be flat colour or pattern, landscape not available

SOCIAL MEDIA ICONS

15$ Pixel Art - 20$ Sketch - 30$ Coloured Sketch - 40$ Flat Colour - 50$ Shaded

Single Character ONLY

Mid-torso and up or above shoulders ONLY, may include hands/paws

2000x2000 px.+, resized to 500x500 px. for display purposes

Pixel art typically 32x32 px. resized to 635x635 px.

Pixel art limited to SIMPLE CHARACTERS ONLY due to canvas size

Can have messy or clean lineart, up to the client

Can make square or circular backgrounds (or both)

Background must be flat colour or pattern, landscape not available

MLP BASE CUSTOM REF SHEET

50$ Flat Colour

Fullbody Single Character

2500x2500 - 3000x3000+ px guaranteed

Transparent background with circular PNG Backdrop

Accessories Optional (Glasses, piercings, legwear, jewelry, clothing, etc.)

Base is picked by client or up to artist (I can make a custom made base for the commission on request)

Easy pick colour palette & showcase of cutie mark + identities (+ Magic for Unicorns/Alicorns)

Will come with a separate PNG file for a high quality Cutie Mark vector (3000+ pixels)

Custom bases (if requested) will be given as a separate file to the client as well

HALFBODY VEADOTUBE PNGTUBER

60$ Flat Colour - 80$ Shaded

Fullbody can be requested with a 20$ fee

Fullbody PNGtuber upwards of 8000x8000 px.

Regular Halfbody 3000x3000+ px. up to 4000x4000+ px.

Neutral expression (Can be decided by client)

Extra expressions come with 10$ fee each

Extra expressions capped at 9 (For a total of 10)

Front facing or 3/4 angle (Can be decided by client)

Multiple outfits come with 15$ fee per outfit (25$ for Fullbody PNGTubers)

WRITTEN STORIES / BOOKS

7.50$ per 500 words

Minimum of 3.5k words (52.50$), Maximum of 80k words (1200$)

Stories will be provided as .docx files for E-Book uploads

WIPs will be sent halfway through, or in quarters (if the story is longer than 20k words)

Can ghostwrite for an extra 50$ licensing fee

See ToS for genres I write stories in (will not write outside them)

Will write under 3.5k words in special situations (will require more information)

View my AO3 & Fimfiction for more story examples

anything at all is going to help us in the long run, even if it's a small amount, so i'd really appreciate even a consideration. just boosting this alone will help ease some of the stress for me, so even if you can't/don't want to buy my commissions, spreading the world will help me a lot.

ART PROGRESS EXAMPLES