#Your drawing captures exactly the feeling aaaa

[lordsireno]

😭 Uwgh it's perfect vibes! Wonderful!! I feel I haven't heard this song in so long, it's bringing up such nostalgic feelings.

@lordsireno This song has his vibes

[merakiui]

Artist Skully x nude model muse . . . Do you see my vision?

AAAA I DO!!!! I SEE YOUR VISION IN 20/20!!!!! Part of me wants to imagine his art style errs on the side of realism. Something something Renaissance art styles and techniques,,, maybe chiaroscuro!! I feel like he would make a lot of charcoal art, too. But also,,,, the other part of me wants to imagine him drawing shameless hentai because of his otaku-like behaviors hehe. He has one art style for his academic studies and the other one (hentai) for his personal hobby hehehe. Studying anatomy so he can have better references when drawing his oc (who is just his cool, gothic self-insert) railing another oc (who is just you LOL).

But I also think he draws the most flattering portraits of you when he sits in for his nude figure drawing class. Capturing every angle as he sees it: beautiful, raw, real... soft, supple flesh, graceful limbs, wondrous anatomy. It's not exactly a sexual attraction when he's looking at you in the nude and drawing what he sees,, rather, it's like a very poetic admiration. You're his muse, and he holds you up on quite the lofty pedestal.

It's when you have clothes on and he sees you outside of that class that the filthy, freaky thoughts seep in. <3 he's oscillating between pure, sweet adoration for his muse and the absolutely shameless smut that fills his mind when he's drawing hentai of you.

[strawbbella]

Helloo~ I was bored in class one day so I thought "why not do an art study of the artists I like" except it incredibly scuffed and I really just looked at a bunch of art on their page and i tried my best to replicate one of em

So these are the 2 'studies' i did that day

1st:

My ver:

(Art by @izuke-the-zombie )

ref pic:

What I noticed first while sketching is ofc the super gorgeous cute style. Though not long into the sketching phase noticed her lines are quite sharp and pronouced, for most of her works she keeps her sketch lines making it seem more mmm hazy is the right word? Or effortless, but with every sharp line a rounded(?) line contrasts it, giving it that signature fluffiness. I absolutely adore how well this all mixes together, i dunno just sonethin bout her lines bro

I love the expression, really gives off absolutely love sick, I didn't capture the eyes quite well (I blame my chonk pen because all good artists blames their materials/j) Macaque looks more scared than breath taken and I put the eyes too far apart. I basically deprived the eyes of its soul lmao note for next time I do a study.

Ok this part has not much to do with the ref pic but her art in general and that includes her writing. I adore the cute HCs and little stories/AUs she would post, just so much creativity and its always so comforting to read as theyre so wholesome and cute. Im so sure one of my first posts here were a drawing of one of her HCs LIKE SRSLY SO CREATIVE. I was also surprised as I saw in some artworks she's able to draw structures and environments that draws your into the scene, its fits the universe so well, just adding to that little wonderment of awe. Shes amazing at coloring too, real soft, but still makes the characters pop, i'd say more but my brain is short-circuiting from all this analyzing. Shes just all round incredibly talented and creative honestly. Her style is exactly what i wanted to have as a kid and what im striving to have now. So cuteee

So far 11/10 art style, love the chibiness, cuteness, expressions, the pure and pastel feel and colors, and details. Just love her in general<3 check out her page lol

2nd:

My ver:

(Art by @clatteringbats )

ref pic:

Ok so immediately off the bat I knew I was gonna have some trouble here since I've been drawing chibis from the very start.

Just from observing her art I alr saw it has a lot of movement in em, lots of dynamic poses, and LOTS of embraces, really just pouring with that fluff/angst energy. At first I tried the anime body guidelines and boom instant error. Though not all that noticable the heads have sum chonk in em, especially the cheeks, giving that cute factor despite not being a chibi style. Im all for it. The lines are very soft, not a lot of sharp edges and if there are theyre placed in a very subtle way. The expressions are wonderful: from a subtle hopeless smile from an overwhelming roar of grief and anger, she's mastered the the art of slight details that give these effects their magic. Her lines are sketchy but not messy (does that make sense) they clump together neatly, giving the illustration clarity.

AND OMG HAVE YOU SEEN HER ANIMATICS? THE MOVEMENT, THE PACING, THE SMOOTHNESS, THE INTERACTIONS, THE EMOTIONS, THE EVERYTHING. THEYRE SO AAAA ITS LIKE A PROFESSIONAL STORYBOARD FOR A TV SHOW.

The way she uses color too— just o h m y g o d .

Her colors are so bright and clear, so nicely blended together, so bold, but not in the way that burns your eyes, she keeps them neutral in a way, that envokes that sense of harmony; like a sunset. (I legit have one of her colored artworks as my wallpaper) I have lots more to observe, but so far this is all I have to say. The skill of overflowing

Anways, back to the task at hand. I made the heads bigger than i shoulda , cause well chibi artist ehe. Again, I blame my chonk pencil. I didn't get the embrace quite right, but Ion think I could level with the queen of LITERALLY DRAWING TEARJERKING HUGS LIKE? I tried with the hands, I swear. I knew they were a little small but only now am I realizing its that way cause I made the heads too big. I wanna try drawing more in her style as its really just full of movement and flowiness, I wanna try mastering the way she draws perspectives too. I noticed for perspective shots theres this grid for the sky and ground (which is genius) will try that out when I actually pick up digital art again.

Check out her page, theres lots to see shes amazing 11/10 artstyle<3

[arysthaeniru]

aAAA the joy of seeing an update on your current favorite fanfic is just aAAA

I always felt that kiwami 1s Nishiki was just a bit too,, I dont know how to describe it; but essentially he just felt off, granted yakuza 1 is a product of its time and therefore the plot is a bit dated and whack as all hell

The way you write Nishiki just feels so much better and realistic; in the original he just seems so uncaring towards Kiryu? which just feels kinda OOC? You'd think he still cares about Kiryu despite it all, especially when you take Yakuza 0 into consideration; and i feel like you portray Nishiki much more accurately

I never thought much about Yumi, because honestly, in the original she was kinda just, there? You actually made her a very interesting person! like I'm actually invested in her in your story! (side note you ever think about her clone who got tortued and died? yeah who WAS that???? thats never brought up is it??)

Theres so much more to talk about but in short; This is the best fix it/rewrite of a game plot I have read to date and it brings me joy in my current stressful school life. and no I will not stop praising it or the author, because this work has made me very happy. ;)

I just have a gift for picking favorites that end up dying,,aand another favorite of mine is Mine

imo theres a lack of soft, reassuring Minedai, i just feel like he'd need a reminder that people love him as a person and not just for the money he can provide, even if its obvious

I'd love to see how you'd write them, but I understand if theres more interesting/appealing drabble requests!

- Carp

CARP, thank you for this <3 this is so sweet!!!!! I’m so happy you enjoy my Nishiki! I had fun playing with what Yakuza 0/the Kiwami additions gave us about Nishiki’s personality and outlook on the world, and trying to reconcile that with the plot that Yakuza 1 initially had. Ultimately, I fell on the side that you did: even if Nishiki’s ambition took him down a monstrous path, I don’t think he’s the sort of person who neglects to pay back his debts. And he’s aware of the huge debt he owes Kiryu. Not to mention, their bonds of trust and love vanishing completely because of jealousy felt unreal to me. Their relationship becoming twisted or strange? Yes, but vanishing entirely felt unsatsifying to me. 

And Yumi!! I had so much fun excavating her character from the clues we get of her in canon. I worry sometimes, that she’s unrecognizable, because you know, I’ve given her a college education, and a whole bunch of interests beyond hostessing alone, but people seem to like it and like her, which is great!! I hate fridging women characters, so keeping her and Reina alive was important to me, hahaha. (RE: fake!Mizuki, there’s this substory in Kiwami that actually addresses who she was, BUT IT’S EVEN MORE HORRIFYING. So that’s why Yumi in my fic is the one captured and tortured by Nishiki’s men, because the thought of this poor innocent woman getting dragged into the mess was just untenable to me.)  

Anyway, thank you for your support and kind words, and I hope you’ll continue to read and that my fic can continue to relieve stress. I--tried to write this about Mine, but Daigo kind of stole the spotlight a little??? I hope you still like it--if not, I will try a ficlet from Mine’s perspective too. I enjoy minedai a lot, but I haven’t had room to think out their dynamic yet, so this took me a while. 

Daigo’s no stranger to being desired. He’s attractive, he knows this—his mother’s beauty lives in his veins, and he’s always had the money to look after himself. Fancy soaps to wash his face, the invisible retainers to keep his teeth straight, fancy suits and skin-tight shirts to show off his frame. For all that Kiryu insists his charisma is something that comes from the soul, Daigo knows it wouldn’t be able to draw the sort of attention he does without being attractive.

Which is to say that Daigo’s not especially thrown off by the intensity of Mine’s gaze. It’s happened before, and it’ll happen again. The thing that surprises him is how much he relishes in being seen by Mine.

Maybe it’s because Mine’s an island in a stormy sea, one of the only yakuza his age who’s sensible and level-headed enough to make it big. Maybe it’s because Mine’s gaze is always so reserved, polite, never overly lusty or overstaying its welcome, and Daigo has so rarely been desired so quietly. Or maybe it’s because Majima and Kashiwagi so clearly disapprove of him—Daigo’s always been something of a rebel, and he hasn’t shaken that off, even now he’s in his thirties and is the arbiter of rules for the Tojo Clan.

Daigo can’t quite put a pin on why he’s so comfortable with Mine’s yearning looks, but he’s never been one to hold back when he wants to indulge in something good. Not exactly a hedonist, not by yakuza standards, but Daigo has never kept himself from enjoying life, in the name of some dubious ‘honour.’

Which is why, in an after-hours meeting with Mine, as they eat cheap takeout sushi together, Daigo takes his chance. A momentary slip, the slightest hint of wasabi left at the corners of Mine’s lips and Daigo swoops in, rubs a thumb over the corner of Mine’s lips. Mine stutters to a stop, mid-sentence through a rundown of the real-estate that the Hakuho Clan’s been purchasing up, and stares at Daigo, eyes bewildered.

“Sixth Chairman?” he asks, his voice still remarkably composed.

“Wasabi.” Daigo says, nonchalantly, as if it’s nothing, and sticks his thumb into his mouth, slowly licking it off with a lingering lave of his tongue. He feels a sharp stab of satisfaction as Mine’s eyes turn darker, and his gaze follows Daigo’s hand down.  

Daigo straightens up, languidly, and cracks his neck, casually. At this point in the day, he’s untucked his shirt, and he knows that a slight strip of his stomach will be visible when he stretches out his arms towards the ceiling. And as predictably as clockwork, Mine’s gaze darts downwards, to that pale expanse, to catch that brief second of skin. Daigo can’t help but feel warm. Something about being watched by Mine is exhilarating.

“Smoke?” offers Daigo, but as usual, Mine refuses, with a polite shake of his head.

Daigo knows from hearsay that Mine’s something a health-freak, so he’s not entirely surprised. It’s already too late for Daigo to preserve his health—he knows that his liver’s already been pretty ruined from long nights of binge-drinking as a youth, and this job’s too stressful to withhold from vices like smoking and drinking, without an optimal end-goal. So he walks over to the window, cracks it open a little, and lights up.

The breath of nicotine curls over his body, a tender caress, and Daigo feels his shoulders drop, as the relaxation hits. He pulls off his cufflinks, tosses them into his pockets and rolls up his sleeves. He takes it slow, runs his fingers over his skin a little more than strictly necessary. Surreptitiously checking the reflection in the window, Daigo watches Mine watch him, and smirks at how intense that gaze is, how Mine’s mouth has opened, and Daigo can just see the soft pink of his tongue.

“Dojima’s just fine, you know. When it’s just us two.” Daigo says, turning over his shoulder. He smiles, one of those charming smiles that had always gotten him whatever he wanted as a child, “We’re same-aged friends, after all.”

“Dojima-san.” Mine acknowledges, after a brief pause.

Daigo turns around, to properly look at Mine and lifts an eyebrow. “Dojima. Or Daigo, preferably. Dojima-san’s always my father in my head.”

Mine nods, face impassive. Daigo can’t read him like this. Maybe that’s why he likes when Mine stares at him, filled with longing. At least then, Daigo feels like he knows him. In moments like these, his implacable gazes might as well be a brick wall. “Right. Your Father was also in the Tojo Clan.”

Daigo smiles, wryly, and blows out a puff of smoke. “One of the most horrible men I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting—and I had to call him Father. But damn if he wasn’t good at the job.” He sighs and stubs the cigarette out against the ashtray. “...sometimes feel like I’m competing with his dead spirit. Everybody’s looking at me and wondering if this is what my Father would do. Or what Kiryu-san would do.”

“You’re doing better than any of them.” Mine says, immediately, with a vicious ferocity that Daigo wasn’t expecting. He can’t quite stop his eyebrows rising in surprise, and Mine straightens upwards, looking self-conscious immediately. Daigo regrets his instinctual reaction, immediately. “That is to say, Dojima, that I think that you’ve pulled this Clan into somewhere far more respectable. From what I’ve heard of your Father, he didn’t have the temperament to do proper business on this level—too insistent on formal obeisance and unable to be flexible as the times require. And Kiryu-san might be very honourable, but we are yakuza. There are certain things you have to do as a Chairman, that he couldn’t bring himself to do. But you are practical and do what is necessary, while also not overstepping into excessive violence. You are uniquely suited for this job, Dojima.”

...he’s taken aback a little, he can’t deny it. Daigo wonders if his cheeks are colouring, wonders if his obvious shock is offputting, wonders if this is how Mine feels every time Daigo teases him lightly about his obvious attraction. A startling warmth spreads through his chest, and Daigo can’t stop the slight smile that touches his face. Has anybody ever said something so unreservedly kind and measured about Daigo before?

Maybe this is the difference between everybody else’s gazes on him, and Mine’s gaze. It’s based on something more than desire alone. Respect.

Daigo runs a hand over his slicked-back hair and ruffles it free, with a rueful smile, a smile that he couldn’t take away from his face, even if he tried. “I appreciate that. You know I couldn’t do it without you, right?”

He’d never really believed himself capable of attraction to a man like Mine. All of his previous childhood crushes had been on bright, cheerful conversational, pure-hearted people. Daigo had always figured they would balance out his sardonic cynicism. He’d never thought someone as reserved and principled as Mine would ever make his heart flutter. But then, there was something about that deep hunger and passion that Daigo craved. Perhaps it was because he was no longer the gloomy punk of his youth. Maybe his tastes have changed towards tall, dark and handsome. Maybe Mine’s just that special.

“Dojima—” Mine says, clearly trying to refute it, but Daigo cuts him off.

“I mean it. Everybody in this fucking Clan wants me to do something or be somebody else. Kashiwagi-san wants me to be my mother. Majima-san wants me to be Kiryu-san. Everybody else expects my Father. But not you. You deal with me honestly, and with candour, and never hold any expectations against me except success. I appreciate your faith in me.” Daigo takes a couple of steps forward, until his shoes almost brush up against Mine’s own. He leans down over Mine’s chair. “I could not do this without your backing and help. Truly. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone like you in my life. A true friend.”

Mine tilts his chin up to meet Daigo’s gaze, a hungry devotion in his eyes, and Daigo, for a moment, wonders if this is wrong. If he should hold back, like Kiryu would. But Daigo is Daigo, and Mine clearly wants him anyway, so he leans down and kisses him.

Mine’s mouth is velvety smooth and wet and hot and it is oh-so satisfying a feeling to put his hand against Mine’s broad neck and feel his warmth up against Daigo. He pulls back, with a satisfied sigh, and feels the burn of wasabi across his lips, a final parting kick.

[kaetastic]

Trying To Focus

pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

summary: Maybe if Luca tried to ignore the figure that sat on his lap, just maybe, he can focus on his work. [requested: @supermegapauselouca​]

word counter: 1.3k

warning: fluff, slightly.. nsfw :D ??? (i don’t know, it’s like 1 in the morning lol)

note: thank you, once again, for sending a luca request! i’ll never get tired of that man. i love his tattoos but what gets me most riled up is his left arm. like aaaa, i hope this is okay :) i wanted to write a possible tease to a smut but my body was like nope

The air of the room was light. Well, it seemed like the further you are away from the huffing figure of the Italian male, the air was light. Swirling around the man who jotted down streaks of ink was the hefty stress that dragged his shoulders down. Stress that he had to face as a consequence of pushing work onto the last moments of deadline. While his forehead pulled his muscles taut, constricting his head to block out any distraction; his eyebrows furrowed in acute concentration, the figure on his lap didn’t help.

“Y/N, stop that.” His strict tone quivered down her spine in a gentle rippling wave. A shudder trickled on the surface of her skin, weaving through hairs in a faint manner. Even though it had been some time since she had planted herself on his lap while he had been busying himself with the work that needed to be done with, the warm puffs from her lips smearing against his neck came in surges. In surges of intensity. Luca Changretta was not a ticklish man, but he did not possess the ability to block out the fact that a woman had sat on his lap. His woman.

Eyes still grazing over the glistening ink of his pen, Luca proceeded to scribble the added number he had somehow managed to end up with. Despite the distracting body on him. There was a minuscule scratch at the back of his head that raised the theory of a faulty result. Well, what can he do with the woman on his lap?

The number of times Luca had warned Y/N for not doing something could not be counted on a hand. Whatever he had demanded went straight through her ears, out into the air. Y/N pressed her lips together. The week had been a colossal wave for the organization. Y/N couldn’t exactly point out since it was one of those things she smeared a blur over. However, she did remember that it consisted of a problem with distributing the barrels of alcohol. It wasn’t an easy task when there are other people who squeeze themselves in the line of business to make a name for themselves. 

“Come on, Luca. You’ve been having at this stack for at least an hour.” Y/N whined in annoyance. It had been longer than an hour since he had started the stack of papers. So, it had been too long for the woman to wait patiently. The promises he had mumbled while stabbing the sheet of paper with the blade of a pen fell off his lips as if a mere reassurance. Y/N knew it was full of shit and lies. If she had dared herself to hastily quirk up a question of getting a dog, he would’ve said yes or mumble an agreement without a second thought.

His eyes barely left his desk. The rocks glass of whiskey he had poured for himself had vanished (Y/N did not drink it), only beads of the chugged liquid smeared against the walls as the constant remembrance for him to pour another glass. He didn’t bother to.

“I’m glad you’ve counted hours, amore, because this stack will take another hour.” The Italian stated, his palm slamming onto another thick wad of papers. Before it even had the chance to escape and flee away from his furious hand, they splat under his force. Shivers crawled through the thickness at the piercing bites of his chilly rings. The man was at home, yet, the rings were as important as anything else.

Y/N couldn’t hold back the rolling of her eyes. She knew his fake promises were to fill her ears and stuff her lips, “Alright, how do I speed up this process, huh? Just hand me a pen.” His eyes still glued onto the lines he had smeared over, Luca let out a raspy chuckle. One that sauntered down to plaster a warm kiss on her inner thighs.

Shaking his head with a smirk on his face, Luca poked his tongue against the walls of his inner cheek, “Amore, you just sit and look pretty. I do not need your attempts, I say this without offence, looks no different from that of a child.” Y/N gasped, her hands quick to splay on her chest. Awestruck her, more like shock from his words. So her previous aid of adding numbers for his work had been like that of an infant’s? 

While she remained on his lap with her hand lingering on her chest, eyes widened in astonishment to his somewhat offensive words, she shot back, “I’ll have you know, I was sick that day.” Luca nodded his head before his pen finally strayed away longer than an inch from the paper. Y/N watched as he reread the sheet before throwing it on the growing pile which were able to graze over the office’s ceiling. 

Silence plunged themselves in-between the couple. It was more of a comforting silence of Y/N listening to his thrumming heart; Luca’s lung dancing along to her breathing. As the noise of scribbling echoed into the tranquil air, the Italian nearly forgotten the figure on his lap from the lack of conversations. Conversations, not caressing of skin. Because Y/N was doing a lot of that.

With her index finger tracing over the inked cross on the side of his neck, she began to hum a faint song. The muscles that cladded and wrapped around his fingers halted to a screech, tugging onto the neighbouring tissue to hang in the air. Too enticed by the drawing, Y/N didn’t notice the tip of the pen had bled out beads of ink, ready to dive on the surface to ruin its beauty. However, she did pick up the way his chest went rigid when puffs of warm air pricked up the hairs on his skin. 

“What happened, Catholic boy?” Y/N practically purred, knowing very well with every exhale, it prodded a brick. “Suddenly... interested?” 

Pulling away from his sitting figure, she stood up, her eyes never pulling away from the way his electrifying gaze watched her. Luca finally basked in the skimpy négligée that draped on her body. How did he miss what she had worn when she practically barged into his office? Questions trickled in his head even though his eyes sent in more on what he could do to her. 

Y/N stood in between the man and his desk, plopping herself a seat on the wooden surface. A slight wince sung in her head as the crinkling of paper trickled into her ears. The chair let out a creak, it intensified down a tone when the Italian leaned back to capture the sight in full view. The rich green sparkled under the faintest of light, a stream of gold plastered along the straps. 

Luca couldn’t hold back the growing smirk that crept onto his face after catching a glint. Y/N noticed the curling of his lips. He had finally realized it, after the time she had spent on his lap. With his hands in hers, Y/N could feel herself melt into the ground at the dazzling sight of the permanent markings. The swirls of ink that twirled around his left arm left her breathless. Well, that, his golden rings, and the tattoo of the black hand. Luca could always leave her breathless without having to say anything. 

He watched her in amusement while she over traced the lines, “You’re not wearing panties.” The corners of the woman’s lip shot up at his statement. She tried to push away whatever feeling crawled on her spine when he let out a raspy chuckle. The same feeling that plunged down into the warmth of her thighs. 

“I’m not. And you’ve not noticed it ever since I sat on you.” In a blink of an eye, and a chuckle from her lips, the Italian towered over her resting figure. His dark smeared orbs gazed into hers, his hands were quick to grip on her waist. The gentle silk hugged his skin. A barrier that prevented him from seeing the sight that always left him at awe. 

“I don’t think that matters anymore, does it, amore?”

[garous-nipple]

[Part 1] It's been exactly at midnight here and when I checked if there's new content I saw your new Garou art YOO THIS TIME IT'S ALSO LOOKS AMAZING!! 😳😍😤👍💕💖 His ready-to-fight pose is so good so yass you captured it (also his facial expression) very well 💯👌✨

Was this happened when Garou still in-training student at Bang's dojo?? Since he seems younger in here, at least months before he finally escaped as feral wolf lmao 🐺😈✨

What I love in this drawing is the shading especially on Garou's abs (I'm looking at it respectfully 👀💕) and all the details on his pants (the folding on the cloth fabric and also the shading, too 😘👌). For the pose, I like that there's fluidity, like it was captured in just a mere second before Garou striking an attack THAT'S GREAT! 😉👍💯💖✨

aaAA thank you yet again for all your compliments and support angel anon 🙈💘😍 I am quite mad at myself for not producing anything constructive lately because i’ve just been constantly procrastinating, so the occasional doodle just ends up being posted but i am having a hard time sitting down and actually producing something worthwhile :’)

BTW! i feel like i have not expressed my love for all your lil headcanons and fics well enough... i literally giggled throughout practically the entirety of each one of them 🙈💕👀 also can i just say that i especially appreciated the domestic ever-spoiling garou from the White Day fic 😳🙈🥰💖 that made me squee especially hard omfg :’) you write the best fluff, anon – felt soo warm inside while reading that one 🔥💓🥰❤️ (not to mention the smol headcanon post about garou preferring cooler weather like in autumn and also HALLOWEEN hhHH omg i am so in love 🥰🥰🍂🍁) again i’m so so happy you managed to write this stuff, it really is amazing!! and thank you so much for sharing it too 🥰💝 I absolutely love your ideas~ Am waiting for my brain to start functioning again so i can finally start making some fanart for your stories~ 🙈 (thinking of smth to do with flowers because i noticed how much detail and love you give flowers in your fics 🥰🌷🌺💐🌸🌹)

[queenofthefaces]

i was tagged by both @restinpeacesensei ans @mostlikelytofangirl!! two very lovely blogs that i highly recommend!! 

Rules: Always post the rules. Answer the questions asked, then write eleven new ones. Tag eleven people to answer your questions as well as the person who tagged you.

(restinpeacesensei’s questions)

1. link to a piece of work (other than mine) that captured your attention so much you always wanted to leave a comment for the creator, but never did.

There’s several fic I love to pieces and yet I’ve never commented :0

Don’t Eat the Food of the Mindscape (billdip)

2. talk about a response you got to something you’ve made that you still think about to this day.

I love every comment and response I get for something i’ve created ;;w;; but a few prominent ones would be restinpeacesensei’s tags on my art, this post by @peculiartrash that recommended my fic Blatherskite, all of the comments and tags i see on my art and fic, and whenever i show my friends art and they compliment me ;;w;;

3. what kind of compliment do you appreciate the most?

I appreciate any and every compliment for my art and fic!! Or just the ideas i have in general! i love when people tell me they’re inspired by my work, or that i’ve made them feel something about it; and compliments about specific parts of my works are also super super nice ;;w;;

4. do you prefer to initiate conversation or be approached?

I don’t think I mind? I feel like I initiate conversation more than i’m approached, haha--mainly because i’ll comment on something or share an idea and i’ll get a response back!! which is always nice ;;w;;

5. on average, how long does it take you to go from initial idea to finished piece?

oh goodness, forever i suppose. It really depends on the idea and what exactly i want “finished”--most of the time its anywhere from a few days to a few years based on my motivation + if i know where i want to go with it

6. when you have a problem, do you usually prefer to be listened to or given advice?

I like to talk and be listened to in general, haha, but truly i feel like i’d want to vent and have validation/comfort for what i’m feeling--and THEN get advice for how to deal with it, really, knowing someone cares really helps me a lot

7. describe an image that recently got stuck in your mind.

i have an idea for a beauty and the beast akorima au--with akoya as the beast. and ive sketched out beast akoya maybe once but the image of him towering over ibushi, huge wings and hulking figure, as ibushi gently leads him into a waltz--aaaa i wish i was talented enough to draw it ;;w;;

8. what’s the last thing you did just because you knew it’d make someone else smile?

i’ve drawn plenty of things for friends--just because, and i’ve given sincere compliments to my friends for their art and ocs ;;w;; i also frequently send my friends posts of things that i know they’d like/will make them happy

9. what’s the nicest thing someone has done for you recently?

my friend read the wip for a fic im writing and complimented it and told me she was really excited to see how it would go ;;w;;

10. what makes you consider yourself to be “friends” with someone?

i think there’s a certain barrier someone has to cross, bc i typically consider myself,,,well,,,not good enough? to be friends with someone right away haha--i think it just kinda slowly develops after lots of conversation over time

11. if you could be your own ideal friend, what would you be like?

supportive, loyal, always knows what to say and how to make me feel better, fun to be around, and i wouldnt ever grow exhausted from being around them and feel the need to introvert back into my room, a best friend i can spend the rest of my life with--platonically or otherwise

(mostlikelytofangirl’s questions)

1. How do you see yourself in ten years time?

in college working to get a phd in literature, with a handful of close, lifelong friends, a dog, a nice apartment, and maybe a significant other if im lucky

2. One thing you did that you are very proud of.

most all of my digital art that i spend time on!! like this or this!! 

3. Is there any sport you would like to be very good at?

i wish i could swim well

4. A song that you strongly associate with a particular person and why.

does that person have to be real? bc wonderful life by estelle is a lance mcclain song!! if its a real person then,,,hm anything by fun reminds me of one of my best friends bc its her favorite band ;;w;; 

5, Has something ever happened to you that could have been paranormal?

nothing i can really think of,,,,

6. One talent you wish you were known for.

im a GREAT cuddler--and i think my singing is p good ;;w;;

7. Are you the kind to look for comfort/reassurance or you rather face your problems alone and quietly?

im a cross between the two, i think, depending on the problem. most of the time i vent to friends for validation/comfort, but sometimes i tell myself to suck it up bc i brought it upon myself

8. If you could be an animal for one day, what would you be?

some deep sea creature that can float around in the depths of the ocean without a care

9. Would you rather live in a world without music or a world without colors?

fuck. oh goodness. probably colors, i guess. i can still create art without color, but music feels so much more irreplaceable, i guess 

10. The last person that told you something so nice they made your day.

mY FRIEND WHO TOLD ME SHE LIKED MY WRITING

11. You latest big accomplishment.

i wrote 40+ pages of a fic <33 the most ive ever written for anything ever

ok!! so, my turn! my questions:

1) what is one experience/feeling you wish you could share with others?

2) what kind of content creator would you want to be if you were famous/how would you interact with your fans? would you be a Hirsch? A Rowling? 

3) what is your ideal aesthetic?

4) describe your favorite person/people

5) what idea is the most comforting to you? (mine is the vastness of space vs how small we are)

6) what character traits do you value the most and why?

7) do you notice a trend in characters you favor?

8) do you have a wip you regret not finishing?

9) do you have any ocs? what are they like?

10) if you were a cryptid/supernatural being/monster, what would you be?

11) are you a fluff person or an angst person?

I’ll tag @aliciasimaginaryfriends @spoopyshayne @butterfinger-bitch @iamtypinglike98madmen @gravityems @gothiethefairy @notfaquarl @yuki-ryuuzaki @yaminerua @angry-jewish-magical-girl @sanrxo