#art is SO PAINFUL these days Im really struggling

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

I drew a singular hand today are you guys proud of me

[giamee]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘!

╭─────────────────────── ( 🫀 )

there's a certain beauty and pain in being with someone carnally, and nothing more than that

› 〉 📂 .ೃ | friends with benefits, more angst than smut, like this is basically all angst no smut lol, kinda short too mb

header art (left to right) by pcrow ; artsquirre ; _sekidesu

╰─➤ 💌 ₍₁₎ being in a situationship is all fun and games until u catch feelings fr 😕. anyways. let's go thru that pain in this. lowkey i wanna make a part 2 to this with a happy ending cos im SOFT lmaooo

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 ALHAITHAM.

BEING IN... WHATEVER THIS RELATIONSHIP COULD BE CLASSIFIED AS was not good for your mental health. in the past weeks that you and alhaitham had started sleeping together, you had been plunged into one of the worst emotional rollercoasters that you had ever been on.

what didn't help was the way he treated you so differently depending on the setting. you understood not wanting people to know, but did he have to ignore you entirely in public?

he wouldn't even spare you a glance as you walk past each other in the halls, eyes stubbornly trained ahead, leaving you steamrolled in his icy trail. and if you dare to try and talk to him- he'd look at you like you've grown a second head, completely shunning you and walking away as quickly as possible.

but it's a different story behind closed doors- in private, he's the sweetest man alive.

he'll whisper such sweet nothings into your ear, wipe your tears so tenderly with his thumbs like a lover would. he'd prop himself up with an elbow just so that he can gaze into your eyes as he pushes into you, even smiling at you as he watches the way your expression changes.

and the way he kisses you is what really throws you- always with such desperation and urgency, like he needs you in order to breathe when it's quite the opposite. he kisses you like he loves you, and the sensation is dizzying, perplexing when those fantasies are ripped from you in favour of reality.

but you know that you won't ever be his. not properly.

if it was meant to be, he'd at least smile at you as he passed. the more rational parts of your brain screamed at you to call it quits before you're sucked in too deep, but some part of you still held onto the hope that one day he would see you then smile.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 THOMA.

IT TRULY HURT TO REMEMBER THAT you weren't actually dating thoma. it was easy to get fooled- he was a gentleman, making sure to treat you right even when you weren't fucking. he'd make sure that you were okay, and he never kicked you out as soon as it was over.

he'd ask about your day, take interest in you and what you're doing. and arguably, worst of all, he wasn't afraid to be seen with you. the details that blurred the lines defining your relationship seemed like an afterthought, if the way his arm wrapped around your shoulders indicated anything.

you were his, unofficially or not. it only took a glance to be able to tell.

you liked to think that he was yours, too. that you meant something to him- more than just a pastime and a stress reliever.

there were moments where it was easier to believe it- with the way his eyes remain transfixed on you as you writhe in pleasure, cries of his name leaving your lips- his little coos and reassurances buttering you up, having you right in his palm, so pliant and willing for him.

maybe he got off on knowing that he makes you feel good in every sense of the word. seeing you happy acting as some sort of foreplay, all so he can claim you as his in every way except the one that you wanted most.

the urge to tell him how you feel, those three little words that dangle on the tip of your tongue and fight to be freed, are a constant struggle. but something inside you, some sick gut instinct, stopped you from blurting it out every time.

the fear of his reaction- disgust? confusion? kept you uncertain. a part of you would die if he didn't reciprocate your feelings. it was better not to know, and keep living in the make-belief of being his without the label.

you could only hope that you would be proved wrong one day.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 WRIOTHESLEY.

DESPITE EVERYTHING, YOU COULDN'T HELP BUT crawl back to him every single time. a never-ending cycle- one that you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.

both of you knew how it goes. you unblock him, play coy for a few messages before he's telling you to come over. you fuck like it's the last time you ever will- it never is- and then you spend the night.

he'll hold you, play with your hair, even kiss you, and you pretend that it's enough. if you're lucky, he'll even lend you a shirt that smells of him to sleep in.

and this facade is fine- while it lasts. but then you remember why you blocked him in the first place- the forced indifference, his refusal to open up. the way it hurt your heart to be pushed aside.

and then you go and ask him what you mean to him. he'll smile at you without mirth, the both of you knowing how this conversation goes. he doesn't want anything serious. you want more.

and then it's tears, you ripping off his shirt and throwing it back at him, storming out of his place and blocking his number with shaking fingers.

you cry yourself to sleep in your cold and empty bed- already sorely missing the warmth of his body as he holds you close to him in his sleep, whether he's aware of that or not.

and you're fine, you tell yourself. you can live without him. and you do, for a little while. honestly, he's the last thing on your mind as you distract yourself with work or seeing your friends.

but then a lonely night gets the best of you, abd you find your finger hovering over the call button next to his name. and you press it, cursing yourself for doing it.

he picks up at the third ring, voice smug as if he knew you couldn't go much longer without him.

and he's right, unfortunately.

you're already out the door, on the way to his apartment.

𝜗𝜚 genshin impact masterlist

[queenpiranhadon]

Hey hey

I wanted to request a dad aizawa x singer daughter :))

She is his only and biological daughter and wanted since she was little to become a singer and musician but never told Aizawa becase she thought he would told her to become a hero, and one day he finds her singing and playing an dificult instrumen.

Thankss

A/N: HIII IM SORRY THIS MIGHT BE KINDA BAD BC I HAVENT HAD A HEART TO HEART WITH MY DAD IN A WHILE LOLLL Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): reader uses she/her pronouns, slight cursing, inaccurate Japanese translations lol, violin terms bc I'm a violinist :), reader's biological mom is dead, Aizawa became a dad at 19 - he's like 34 in this jsyk, reader's 15-16 yrs old, mentions of being disowned, fluff, mentions of depression and death, Kae makes a really bad pun, hime means princess in Japanese

Pairing(s): Shota Aizawa x daughter f!reader (PLATONIC)

Link to the song in this fic~

•─────•°•❀•°•──── ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜʀɪ ────•°•☁︎•°•────•

“Goddamnit!” you groan, as you fiddle with your violin. (LMAO PUN!! sorry) 

Your fingers ached, as you tried to nail down the pizzicato run at the top of the page. However, your fingers refused to move with the fluency they used you, and you felt the calluses starting to develop on the surface of your fingertips. 

Self-teaching yourself to play the violin was a pain in the ass, but you were determined to go to a performing arts school once you graduated junior high. 

The only problem? 

Your father was Shota Aizawa, underground pro hero Eraser Head, and was not only a pro, but also a teacher at UA High School- one of the top schools for pro heroes in training. 

You loved your father to the ends of the earth, as he did you, considering your small family only consisted of the two of you, your mother having died during childbirth. Aizawa, only 19 at the time, struggled with the loss of his lover, but you helped him get through it. 

You were his pride and joy, the perfect combination of his love and himself, his precious daughter. 

Nothing you could do could make him hate you. 

And you knew that, but your insecurities were bigger. 

What if he wanted you to become a pro hero like him? 

In all honesty, you didn’t see that future for yourself. It was an honorable job, one that you knew was very important, and a job many children wished to have in the future, and yet, that was never your dream. 

Pro heroes went out every day, fighting with their lives on the line, patrols constantly, dealing with paparazzi, not to mention the

paperwork

. 

It wasn’t that you weren’t ambitionless, no, certainly not, but it wasn’t something you found passion in. 

But to be fair, if you were successful in your career path, there would sure be a lot of paparazzi either way. 

You were set on following a path into the performing arts, but it was always a little disheartening whenever you heard your Uncle Hizashi or Auntie Nemuri go “Awww Y/N! You’re going to be an amazing pro hero when you’re older, so kind and so determined” 

You knew they meant well, but still. 

Sighing you set down your violin, gently setting it down in your case and safely securing you bow in before tucking it underneath your bed. That’s where most of your instrumental arsenal lived, all compact and tucked away, awaiting your every musical whim. 

You worked tirelessly to earn enough money for each of your instruments for the past two years, combing through online marketplaces and sales to find decently priced quality instruments. 

Grabbing your keyboard and setting it up, your fingers find their way to ivory keys that played a sequence you knew well. 

The notes left your fingers immediately, music filling your bedroom walls as a stream of tunes flow like a waterfall, smooth and connected, and yet, somehow still intense in its own way. 

Music is a form of communication, you always thought. The right notes paired together convey moods, thoughts, feelings. It always amazed you how something as simple as sequential pitches could convey something words never could. 

Ai shika kanjitaku mo nai (I don't want to feel anything but love) you sang, letting yourself get lost in the music. 

Mou nan no wakehedate mo na (There's no difference anymore)

Matomete kakatte kinasai (Please call all at once)

Ima nara subete uketomeru kara (I'll accept everything now)

~

You finish the song with a resounding chord, the room eerily quiet without any music flowing through it, until a slow clap breaks the silence. 

“Well, what do we have here?” 

You jump in surprise, scrambling away from the keyboard to see your father standing in the doorway of your room, the look on his face unreadable. 

You turn bright red and feel your heart sink. 

You never told your father about your dreams and aspirations for the future- what would be say now? 

You steel yourself, taking in a deep breath. 

Calm down, Y/N. He wouldn’t disown you because you don’t want to be a pro. And plus, it’s my life! I should have a say in what I want to do. You think to yourself. 

“Dad, I don’t want to be a pro hero...” you mumble out, refusing to look at him. “I want to be a musician, or a singer! I really like music and it just...really makes me happy.” 

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and you think with a sinking heart that he’s furious, but then a chuckle is heard, almost deafening in the silent room. 

“Oh, thank god.” he exhales in relief, leaving you staring at him, dumbfounded. 

“Y-You’re not mad...?” you ask, extremely confused. 

“Oh no, of course not hime - don't even think that. I'm so sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me anything. ” he says, and you’re put at ease. “Everyday, pro heroes go through pain and hardships to try to save the people of this world.” 

He sighs “Many pros lose their sanity and fall into an abyss of depression and despair because it’s too much for them. “he looks at you, his eyes genuine and sincere. “I don’t want that life for you.” 

You hug him, and his arms wrap around you comfortingly. 

“I love you dad.” 

“I love you too, hime.” 

Then he pulls away with a sly grin on his face. “So, you gonna show me what you’ve been working on?” 

Your face flushes and you shove his arm playfully. 

“Dad!” 

[mikashisus]

ray idk anything about hsr or genshin so i can’t req for those unfortunately 💔 BUT you summoned me by including bllk in your list HEHEHE can i request smth for nagi?? i don’t really have any specific ideas though…maybe childhood friends 🤔 or anything you want really!!

sorry this is so unspecific i’ve never requested before 😔 but ilyyyy and congrats on 200 that’s amazing!!

— definitely not mira 👹

STITCH ME UP

synopsis: you didn’t consider nagi seishiro a friend at first. but now, you couldn’t imagine your days without him latched to your side.

taglist. @pneumosia @pixelcafe-network @gl4di0lus ( join the taglist here! )

word count. 2.1k ( contents : semi angst, injuries, mc has a short temper )

notes. this has been sitting in my inbox since JULY IM SO SORRY MIRA 😭 but it's finally here!! there'll def be a part 2 bc this is so dogshit and i need to redeem myself with a second part. mira i look up to ur writing sm so u only deserve peak, and i promise u'll get it in part 2 queen 🙏 anyw um the title is in reference to the song “stitch me up” by set it off :))

header art by: @/Liiiiiiimsao ( twt )

The first time you met Nagi Seishiro, you were about to go into your first year of middle school, curled up on the side of the street struggling to wrap a bandage around your left arm. 

It was sunset then, and the world was quiet aside from the loud buzzing of cicadas and the occasional car passing by. 

Nagi had just left a tiny convenience store located on the edge of the street, his phone in his hands as he tapped away at the game he was currently fixated on. Knowing the way back home by heart, he began to walk in that direction, unaware of his surroundings. 

It was only when he tripped over something rather sturdy did he finally forcefully take his eyes off the device in his hand. His grip on his phone tightened. He was determined not to drop it and risk the screen cracking again. 

Not paying any mind to what he just tripped over, he sighed in relief that he did not drop his phone, and patted down his pants. 

“HEY!” 

A loud yell drew him from his stupor. He slowly turned, coming face to face with a scowl. He blinked at you for a few seconds, before he faced you properly and raised a brow. 

“Yes?” 

“Look where you’re going, asshole! You tripped over me!” You snapped, patience wearing thin.

His shoulders slumped. Now that you stood in front of him, you realized just how tall he actually was. He kind of looked like a third year. It made you all the more aggravated. You hated anyone that could look down on you like he was. 

“Oh. Sorry, I guess.” He shrugged, acting as if what just happened was not a big deal. “You have a bad mouth.” 

That was the last straw. Your fists clenched tightly, your nails digging into your skin as your eye twitched. You ignored the pain in your palms and challenged his stoic stare. 

“So what?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Is that a problem?” 

He shrugged again and looked down at his phone. “I don’t really care.” 

He got ready to leave, when he cast one last glance at you, and his eyes landed on the now bloody bandage that came undone from your arm. The longer he stared, the more he realized he'd seen you before. 

He racked his brain for answers, sifting through each memory to try and remember where he’d seen you. Meanwhile, you were silent, fidgety. You did not enjoy people staring at you. It made you anxious, like they were trying to challenge you in some way. 

This weird boy who you did not understand and you deemed an asshole for not watching where he walked made you feel quite nervous. You knew him from school. He was the boy who was exceptionally good at volleyball. 

You could remember how fascinated you were watching him play during gym class. He had all the talent you could only hope for, and the envy had bubbled up inside you, growing exponentially. Despite your envy, you quickly forgot about him after you no longer had to be in the same proximity as him, and you went about your life without thinking of him again. 

Until now. 

Nagi finally remembered where he had seen you. It was as if a lightbulb had suddenly appeared above his head, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise. You were that one kid that liked to pick a fight with anyone taller than you. 

He first caught a glimpse of you in the nurse’s office when he had tripped outside during gym class and cut open his knee. As he was waiting for the nurse to return with gauze, he heard a commotion outside the office and saw your rather short form tackle a boy twice your size. 

With the strength of a lion tucked inside that small body of yours, you refused to give up the fight until the nurse came back and rushed out into the hall to separate the two of you. 

Nagi remembered watching your face fall in defeat when the nurse said to go to the principal’s office and that your parents would need to be called. 

“You’re that kid.” The words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them. “You like to pick fights with people.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, he watched you deflate like a balloon right in front of him. Your face fell, and your arms dropped to your sides. He wondered what it was that made you so upset. Was it the reputation you had around the school? 

Just then, he saw the loose bandage on your arm completely come undone. It fell to the ground and pooled around your feet. Time stopped, and he stared in absolute horror at the mess of stitches on your arm. You did nothing to pick up the bandages. In fact, you barely moved. 

He would’ve thought you to be a statue if not for the slight twitching of your fingers. You tapped idly against your thigh, your eyes blank as you stared at the ground. He watched closely as your fingers danced in a certain rhythmic movement, and he soon realized you were tapping in morse code. 

S.O.S. 

He barely had time to register that it was morse code. His focus went back to the ghastly stitches on your arm. They looked as if they were done by someone with no experience whatsoever, but there was clearly an attempt. 

The wound itself did not look any better, and he wondered if you had even cleaned it all. He noticed a few other scars littered on your arm. They were smaller and less noticeable, but his intense stare had caught sight of them easily. 

“How’d you hurt yourself?” He questioned softly, unaware he had asked that out loud instead of inside his head. 

You did not answer. Not right away at least. With a heavy sigh, you collapsed back against the fence you were previously leaning on before he had tripped over you. 

“I didn’t do anything,” you muttered with a tinge of venom in your voice. “It was someone else… But no one ever believes me, so as far as anyone is concerned, I did this to myself.” 

He didn’t know how to respond to that. Instead, he picked up the bandages you dropped, careful not to touch the parts covered in blood, and told you to wait here. 

Where would I even go? You thought. It’s not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon. 

Within a few minutes, he was rushing out of the convenience store and across the street again, a pack of gauze and a water bottle in his hands. His phone was now tucked into his pants pocket. He kneeled down next to you and gently reached for your arm. 

“Did you try to stitch this up yourself?” 

He did not need an answer. He already knew it, though he felt the need to ask anyway. You nodded, so slight he almost missed it. He pulled a pair of scissors from the second plastic bag wrapped around his arm and carefully cut the string. 

With gentle hands, he removed the stitches to the best of his ability and dropped them onto the bandages from earlier. You tried your best not to move the whole time, but he could tell from your scrunched expression that you were in more than a bit of pain. 

He unscrewed the cap of the water bottle. “This might hurt.” He poured water over your wound, causing you to bite back a scream. 

“I don’t know how to do stitches, so…” He trailed off. “So I just got this.” He held up the gauze he bought and carefully wrapped up your arm. 

As soon as he was finished, he threw the gross bandages into the now empty plastic bag and glanced at you. Your brows were still furrowed and your lip was still tugged between your teeth. 

He stood up, taking a look at the sky. The sun was almost fully over the horizon by now, and he was likely late for dinner. He needed to leave now and get back home. As he turned to do just that, he almost missed the slight crack of your voice. 

“Thank you.” 

Were it not for the temporary silence of the cicadas, he would have missed your words entirely, and it would not have paved the way for your future with Nagi Seishiro. 

The next time you saw Nagi was in your second year of middle school. 

A white volleyball came flying out of the gym one day after school, narrowly missing his nose. It fell to the ground with a plop a foot away from him. Rushed footsteps sounded from behind him as he picked it up, and he could hear the yells of the volleyball team from the open doors of the gym. 

A familiar voice entered his ears. “I got it!” 

Moments later, you were rushing out of the gym doors, sweat lining your temple and your collarbone. An exhausted expression rested on your face, and fresh bandages were wrapped around the same arm he tended to a year prior. 

You stopped as you looked up at him, your eyes flashing with recognition as you took in the tall boy standing before you with your volleyball in his hands. You swallowed thickly, fiddling with the hem of your black t-shirt. 

He handed you the volleyball. “Here you go.” 

“…Thanks.” You hesitantly took it from his hands and hugged it to your stomach. You stared at him warily for a moment before turning around to head back into the gym. 

“You play volleyball?” He asked suddenly, shocking you as you were not expecting him to make small talk. 

You turned to face him again and nodded. “Yeah… My dad is a fan, so as soon as I was old enough to play, he signed me up for lessons,” You said. 

There was a pause, and he could tell by the awkward look in your eyes that you were debating on if you should share more or not. In the end, you caved. 

“I’m not that good. So I mainly just play because it’s fun.” You shrugged. "...I should get back to practice.” 

You left before he could get another word out. Later that day, when you were walking home from practice, you saw Nagi again— this time walking out of his house. His eyes met yours, and you both stared at one another in surprise. You lived in the same neighborhood. 

You never went as far as to consider that you and Nagi were friends. Not at first, at least. You never had friends— not after your reputation of being a short-tempered, fight-starter circulated around the school. Even your volleyball team was not a fan of you, despite the fact that you were surprisingly good when it came to teamwork. 

Everyone was inclined to stay away from you. Either out of fear or hatred, you weren’t sure. But as time passed, you came to accept being the loner who always ended up in the principal’s office. 

That was until Nagi offered you a can of soda after your failed attempt of getting the faulty vending machine to work. It was late in the afternoon on a Friday in Spring of your first year of high school. Up until that point, the two of you only interacted at odd times when you just so happened to come across each other in the halls or walking out of your houses. 

No words were ever shared between you, only slight nods of the head and small waves in greeting. Now, though, Nagi was taking a seat next to you on the staircase, placing a can of soda next to your foot. He pulled out his phone, loaded up a game, and handed it to you. 

“Wanna play?” 

You blinked at him in surprise, before nodding. You got past four levels in the game before dying, letting out a groan of frustration. He leaned over your shoulder, watching the screen intently. Occasionally, he’d chime in with a word of advice, or ask if you wanted him to do that level for you. You two sat there on that staircase for what felt like hours, before a staff member came and told you to leave. 

After that day, you would meet on the stairs everyday after your volleyball practices, playing that very same game together and attempting to outdo each other’s high scores. This routine continued, until one day you invited him to the park with you to play there. 

You didn’t consider Nagi Seishiro a friend at first. But now, you couldn’t imagine your days without him latched to your side.

© 2024 mikashisus.

[lunisoular]

Hi!!! I was reading your latest ASL comic and i was wondering how Luffy would react when Ace said they were going to fight Whitebeard, and Ace was defeated

I imagine Luffy protecting Ace from the big old man, like "leave my brother alone, you bully!"

And more importantly, when Ace is isolated from his crew, what would happen to Luffy? Would Ace become part of the WB crew with Luffy there?

Sorry for the amount of questions but i really love ASL with little Luffy, and I have been reading a lot of fan fics like this. YOUR ART IS SO CUTE, THANKS YOU FOR SHARING!!

THANKYU SO MYCH, IM HAPPY U LIKE IT !!!!!

the comic is actually sorta the start of the split custody variant of babylu me and @immortal-raine made !!! when sabo and ace split off (cuz i wanted sabo to still be a rev), their plan is to pass luffy between them every two or so months because 1) it’s fun for him and 2) at least he’s not alone at dawn

before ace challenges whitebeard, he orders sabo to take him for an extra two months. he doesnt elaborate on what he’s gonna do, but sabo knows better than that, so he makes ace lower it to a month and a half and if he isnt back by then, he’s going off to find him and taking luffy with so you better be smart if you don’t want that kind of worry on your conscience, ace

n e ways the deadline passes, ace very obviously did not return, so sabo, fueled by worry and frustration because he’s making luffy sad damn it, sneaks off to find him. luffy’s so distressed by his missed time with ace that he actually listens to what sabo tells him to do and stays hidden

ace is very obviously still in his assassination phase when they show up. sabo, who is mortified that he managed to get himself stuck on an emperor’s ship, without his crew, drags him off to hide

luffy cries a little. ace cries a little because he made luffy cry and also he really missed his brothers. luffy’s stuck to his hip

for a while after sabo decides to stick by ace’s side to make sure he stays safe, luffy is surprisingly dismissive towards anyone other than his brothers. he’s okay with thatch, because he feeds them good, but he actively forces himself to ignore how fun they seem because they made ace upset and his brothers are always first. it’s kind of painful to watch because he’s so determined but also kind of miserable, but he refuses to play with them unless they either apologize or ace and sabo explicitly state they’re okay with them. he’s not built for holding grudges but he tries for their sake

of course, ace stops his assassination attempts when his brothers show up, so he gets the time to observe them better. sabo never leaves his side for the months he’s struggling with his thoughts and decisions, and for that he’s grateful. it’s sabo who ultimately pushes him to join because, after being here so long, he obviously enjoys their company

the day ace and sabo announce that they’re even and ace will join is the day the whitebeards first witness the hurricane that is a restless, understimulated luffy

[beddybites]

About our tiny king, Babynai, does he have teeth while baby? Or does he start teething? Idk I'm sitting in bed it's almost 3am and I keep thinking abt Babynai amd stuff and this thought is stuck in my mind😭

Imagine Giyuu or Sanemi putting up with his crying at any time when he's teething, poor baby (and parents)😭 OR HIM WITH LIKE A CHEWING TOY OR WHATEVER TO HELP HIM TEETH! He's so cute I'm sobbing🥹

Also, I don't know if you still like the 21yo trio as babies, it's okay if not I'm just wondering if you will continue them (like draw them or anything) in the future? Me personally loved the ideo of those three being babies together, they are so chaotic and adorable🥹 But I love ALL of your art, not just the baby ones😭 Your art is so.. comforting and just good to look at. I can't even describe it with words but it just looks so pleasing and neat and gives a warm calming feeling to me. You have such a good artstyle, they all look so adorable and fluffy!💖 I love to just scroll on your page and just look at your drawing over and over. When I'm done with school the first thing I check when I get my phone is if you posted something (I've told this in another like, anonymous ask or i don't know what it's called on tumblr) but your art always gives me peace after a rough and depressing day in school (I'm sorry if I'm being too much, I really am😓) I just felt like I can't sleep without telling you again how much I admire your work and time you put into giving us so many arts, doodles animations and headcanons, I appreciate you so much, you made my whole 2024 better. I will forever be your fan and can't wait to show your art to my future kids after I made them watch kny!🔥

Have a nice day/night🫶🏻🫶🏻 (sorry again for writing this much, I hope it's not a bother)

hi anon!!! first of all this is so freaking swwet oh my god?????? ive been feeling rlly awful and pesstimisric about my work as a whole so opening tumblr and seeing this cheered me up a ton and im rlly so so so grateful for u taking the time to send me this msg let alone enjoy my art to begin with 🥹🥹 i hope ur doing absolutely amazingly!!

in response to tiny 21 trio: yes! i do plan on drawing them again eventually, im just taking a bit of a hiatus from that au for the time being!

in response to babynai: poor guy! definitely experiences teething all over again and the poor thing is in a lot of pain bcuz of it );

i also think he struggles because he still has his mouth scar in this au, so he generally has some mouth pain, which means he gets lots of love and support. mitsuri ABSOLUTELY spoils the heck out of him every time she gets to take care of him. sanemi and giyuu get him lots of teething toys. shinobu gives him check ups and such, ubayashiki family find him the best medicine and resources. gyomei lets the babynai teeth at his finger or shirt so it can calm him down. etc etc etc

all the hashira are very supportive and take care of him a lot!

at the same time obi ends up getting lots of reassurance from kaburamaru. those two have “fangs” together for a bit and it makes obi happy to be like his best buddy

[raihann1]

STOP

When I tell u the corpse bride and CP fic was so unexpected but so needed. Basically

I LOVED IT OML😭 IT'S ACTUALLY A REALLY CREATIVE CONCEPT AND A FUN READD AHH

Anyway, if you could make a part two I would be forever grateful. But don't push urself, I don't mind waiting<3 AND UR ART IS ADORABLE--

Okay, I'll leave you be now. Have a great day/night 🤧

🦋The other man⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖Eyeless Jack x Reader 2.

NOTES: AW THANKS!! Im going to continue this series untill its basically the whole thing, who should Victoria be? 😭

OLD!Notes: Gosh I love Corpse bride.. how about eyeless jack as a corpse husband though? 😼

Unaccurate E/J

This was made to fit F!readers sorry :( 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚✶🦋☆🦋★🦋☆🦋★🦋✶ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

You ran, ran for your damn life. What even was that thing?! No way in hell would you get catched by that! You ended up bumping headfirst into a large tree, whimpering in pain you saw the figure slowly making its way towards you. Your vision was blurry but you knew it was him. It had to be. You tried running agian only for you to embarassingly hit your head once agian on the same tree. You shook your head and dashed out of there. Slipping on ice and dashing through the forest as the figure seemed to try and reach out for you. The sharp branches you dashed through seemed to grab you and hold you in place as you gasped as one clung onto the collar of your shirt.

"Oh god!" You whispered as you trudged through them making it towards the bridge.

Crows seemed to appear out of nowhere and soon everything seemed peaceful once agian. Your breathing was heavy as you conciously looked around. Sighing in relief once you saw no trace of the man. You walked slowly backing away when suddenly.

BAM

Staring right back at you was the man, or demon or whatever this monster was! You gasped in shock. Backing away eyes widened as he slowly stepped closer to you reaching out for you.

"You may kiss the bride." The mans raspy demonic voice said as you could just sense he had a shit eating grin behind the mask. ---------------------------- Ｔｗｏ Your vision was blurry as you noticed two figures. One was the man, and another.. a skeleton.

A skeleton?!

"A new arrival?" The skeleton said intrigured.

"She must have fainted, are you alright?" He said tilting his head and reaching to place one hand behind your head.

"W-what happened.." you said seeming dazed.

"Looks like we got a breather!" The skeleton said its face inching closer to yours.

You gasped in shock.

"Does he have a dead brother?" A lady said shoving the skeleton out of the way.

"She's still soft!" A child like skeleton said joyfully.

You backed away, slowly moving upwards and taking in your surroundings.

"A toast!" A short skeleton with a cutlass shoved into its body said raising his glass. Another skeleton removed the weapon as the weird drink dispensed into his cup.

"To the newly weds!" He continued as the cutlass was once agajn plunged into him.

"Newly weds?!" You said astonished.

"In the woods! You said all those vows.. so.. perfectly!" He said gently grabbing your hand where a gold rusted ring was.

"I-i did?!" You said staring at your ring finger.

"I did!" You said realizing, you fell hitting your head over and over agian.

"Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!!"

"Coming through! Coming through! My name is Paul," a talking head said.

You gasped agian.

"I will be creating your wedding Feast!"

Suddenly a boy with blonde hair, black eyes and blood seeping from them appeared. He seemed to be some kind of glitch, a virus? His voice sounded of a child.

"Wedding feast?! Fuck yes!!" He sajd giggling as his whole body seemed to glitch.

"Your "husband" smiled and nervously laughed."

"Viruses.. hah.." he said.

"Oh!" You said almost falling AGIAN..

"Keep away! You grabbed the cutlass from the tiny skeletons body, struggling to retrieve it."

"I- i've got a.. dwarf and am not afraid to use it!" You said shaking.

The room gasped.

"I want some questions...NOW."

"Answers." The skeleton corrected you.

"I think you mean answers.."

"T-thank you yes..answers, I need answers."

Your "husband" seemed shocked.

"W-whats going on here! Where am I!" You said fumbling.

A pool ball fell from a pool table awkwardly.

"Who are you?!"

"Well.. thats kind of a long story."

"What a story it is, a tragic tale of romance, passion and a murder most foul." A skeleton in a top hat said.

"This is gonna be good!" The small skeleton said as you looked confused.

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Notes: you should listen to Remains of the day so it makes it more realistic :). Here are the changed lyrics!

Hey!Give me a listen, you corpses of cheerLeast less of you who still got an earI'll tell you a story, make your skeleton cryOf our own judiciously lovely corpse spouseDie, die we all pass awayBut don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okayYou might try and hide, and you might try and prayBut we all end up the remains of the dayDie die die, yeah yeah, die die dieWell! A man is a gem known for miles aroundA mysterious stranger came into town she was angel like good lookin' but down on her cashAnd our poor little baby he fell hard and fastWhen his mother said no, he just couldn't copeSo our lovers came up with a plan to elopeDie, die we all pass awayBut don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okayYou might try and hide, and you might try and prayBut we all end up the remains of the dayDie die die yeah yeahDie die die yeah yeahDie die die yeah yeahDie die die yeah yeahYeah, so they conjured up a plan to meet late at nightThey told not a soul kept the whole thing tightNow her fathers suit it fit like a gloveYou don't need much when you're really in loveExcept for a few things or so I'm toldLike the family jewels and a satchel of goldThen next to the graveyard by the old oak treeOn a dark foggy night at a quarter to threeHe was ready to go, but where was She?She waited(And then) There in the shadows, was it a Girl?(And then) His little heart beat so loud!(And then) And then baby, everything went blackNow when he opened her eyes, he was dead as dustHis jewels were missin' and his heart was bustSo he made a vow lyin' under that treeThat he'd wait for his true love to come set him freeAlways waitin' for someone to ask for his handThen outta the blue comes this lovely young girlWho vows forever, to be by his sideAnd that's the story of our own, corpse husbandDie, die we all pass awayBut don't wear a frown 'cuz it's really okayYou might try and hide, and you might try and prayBut we all end up the remains of the dayYeah

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚✶🩸☆🩸★🩸☆🩸★🩸✶ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Part 3 anyone?

[godawfulfruitbat]

hello tumblr, it’s been a while.

like….WAAYYYYY longer than i intended it to be. but man. shit happened. and shit is happening.

i want to apologize in advance as i come with no art today, i just want to do my best to provide a quick life update and some words of love. talking/writing has never really been my strong suit, but i will give it my all regardless.

in terms of life update, there’s been a good handful of things going on during the past few months. for one, i got a job! i don’t talk about my personal life too much here, but there was a good block of time during the duration of this blog where i was unemployed. but im finally working again and it feels good. in terms of surgery recovery, its been…a lot. i had some minor issues with fluid buildup in my chest, and then later on i had an infection in one of my scars. but i am now at a point where im up and running, and everything has been resolved in that regard. another thing i don’t discuss much here is my struggles with physical health. in my personal life, i deal with chronic pain. and, during top surgery recovery, all of my issues just SKYROCKETED since i was off a few of my medications and have only very slowly been returning to their normal level of nuisance. i’m doing better than i was a few months ago, but things are still not the best. i’m at a point in my life where it has been in my best interest to use a cane in instances where i know i will be walking a lot or standing up for long periods of time to deal with some of the pain i get in my back, hips, knees and ankles. it’s been a pretty big help, and it’s an adjustment i’m glad i made. i’m having a lot of big feelings surrounding my experiences with chronic pain, especially now, but i am learning to live with them and move forward. when i am able to do so, id love to go back to posting on here. however, i am no longer at a point in my life where i can prioritize this blog the same way i used to. i will do what i can, and i promise to come back every now and then to check in with you all. every single one of you has had so much patience with me and showed me so much kindness and i am so grateful. you all are wonderful, and i love you very much.

and since i cannot in good faith say nothing, i am from america and i too am overwhelmed with grief and loss. i am still mourning the sliver of hope i had for seeing brighter days in the near future. but to those who see this and are in the same boat, you are not alone. you are loved, your presence matters and is important. your thoughts and your words are powerful, and it’s not over yet. if you need someone in your corner, reach out. i am here for you, as are so many others. i reiterate; you are loved.

everyone please stay safe, and be kind to yourself. i love you all so much. <3

[shreddeddescent]

kinda goin through it but i hope its like obvious this whole shit im doing is like... bruh i am just kinda vibing. if my vibes are too much for you thats fine im genuinely not tryina ask people to look at anything im doing. i keep fucking saying that. the first thing i did was grab the banner off the wiki that says 'this isnt for kids' to really drive that shit home.

like i think ive said this before but in case i havent or in case you dont know: this au started as me basing shit off my own life, read into that what you will. the earliest shit was just... 'aha i will make an au that is so true to my life' okay the kids dad is shredder, shredders an abusive father, splinter is their mom who was also abused by him, theyre all fucked up in their own ways and struggling with it. started literally with the scene of raph hanging out with casey and remembering some shit happening to him. thats the basis of the au. the art came after that, the side blogging came after that yadda yadda yadda

but then as i kept doing that, it got way too real and hard to talk about like i wanted to throw up as i was doing it. the events too close to home, so to speak. so as i was building out the world for them i started doing something weirder and darker and more fucked up as a way of dealing with it. and like as it got darker it also got lighter. as i specified this kind of insane fantasy abuse (fantasy in the sense of it is so out there that its not real) it got more fun to do, and easier to cope with. easier to heal from. the degrees of separation are good. theres levels of real and levels of ridiculous and that helps.

and as i was having fun i wanted to talk about it, despite how much more fucked up it was getting. i still felt bad, but then the level of hype people had for hearing about said fucked up shit helped, it made it go like 'hey. its cool to make something fucked up actually. i think people are feeling the same catharsis reading some of this as i do writing it'. so i was feeling joy from being egged on into talking more about it.

which is cool. cuz its truly not like well written. which isnt me reaching for 'tell me my writings good' cuz its not about that, it was unplanned bullshit i just wrote on my phone one day and then kept going 'and then what?' just to see what would happen. its not about it being good its about it being there to express something. what? i dunno. but absolutely something. or else i would have just stopped.

and its maybe a thing where you could look at it like 'whoa man keep that to yourself' but like. it was a thing of the sharing hitting with others, making me feel less ashamed of it, and getting the vibe that people are cheering for themselves feeling less ashamed. i really think the reason anyone ever hyped me up in the first place is cuz of catharsis. cuz seeing something that hits you in the gut cuz its gross or painful just makes you not know how to react so you just kinda go "HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!" and that makes you laugh. and keep going.

like i consider it that kind of 'oh something horrible happened so now im laughing as a response cuz i cant handle it' thing. thats normal. literally such a normal reaction to trauma to laugh about it.

much of my early exploratory shit at first just involved raph and leo making gross coping jokes to laugh off how painful their childhoods were. cuz thats the companionship they have. thats how they got over their shit with each other, thats how they feel better. literally laughing off the dread, letting go of the shame, and feeling joy from having someone else there with you doing the same thing.

it was based on some real feeling i had thinking about how me and my siblings have the same coping mechanism, telling people an anecdote about our childhoods while laughing about it. both me and my brother had a story abt telling our friends something while laughing about it and having them react so weirded out. but then we do it with each other and suddenly someone isnt staring at you like youre insane or like youre fucked up for daring to find the humour in your own experiences.

its fucked up to go around saying 'its too dark of a topic to talk about incest or child abuse or sexual assault' cuz.... how the fuck do you think that makes people who have experienced those things feel? do you just want them to shut down? to feel ashamed for experiences they didnt control? or do you only care about how the people who are in the stages of 'cant talk about it' feel? cuz theyre good little victims cuz theyre quiet. they dont make you uncomfortable. please just admit that to yourself right now. you dont worry about victims, you have an ick and are using that as an excuse. everyone whos been cheering this shit on is someone whos on the scale of having experienced the trauma.

thats how i think a lot of you are, anyone cheering for something, anyone getting excited as things get dark, youre all excited cuz you see yourself somewhere and i fucking get you. cheering for fucked up shit to be like "GOD i wish i could write something like that" thats why youre here and i love that. in the same way i said much of the early stuff was leo and raph laughing off the trauma? thats us, you and me, having a laugh about shit and letting go of the shame we feel.

you dont need to feel ashamed for finding joy in the fucked up shit, people are messy. a lot of people want you to just be traumatized forever, to never get over it cuz thats how you should feel. right? play the good victim. but sometimes playing good victim is exhausting. sometimes you wanna joke around with people who get it.

some people arent there yet. thats fine. its 100% normal to react to dark stuff with disgust as well. i absolutely used to be that guy, who would go 'how DARE you do that' but... that on my part was repression. going 'i cant handle this so i need it to not exist'. but that, for me, was not as helpful. it made me more afraid of even harmless things, i would read into safer things as if they were disgusting. it was bad for me, it only made it worse and worse for me. would get into screaming matches at my friends about it, it was bad.

im not sure when i changed exactly, but i think getting into more fucked up art helped. reading stuff with experiences deemed too taboo in polite company. things that felt real and didnt shy away from the gross details of how fucked up things can make you. and i know im much better off now than i was, i know it helped me process stuff to just go 'oh its not that bad'. think about being scared of getting a shot as a kid, you scream you cry cuz somethings gonna stab you and that FEAR makes it worse. but then you get a little prick and you go 'oh. that was fine actually.' maybe a dramatic metaphor but thats genuinely how i feel about it. that shutting down anything that hinted at these themes that could trigger me would make me worse, but in the end i feel much better engaging with them.

idk. i know im overly dramatic, im overly anxious, kinda full of myself, but basically... im really done feeling ashamed of myself for being a person whos brain was warped by shit i had no control over. im done feeling like a bad person for finding ways of dealing with it that work for me, and im okay. but i worry about other people sometimes, maybe people like me? people who also feel like if they dont stick to what makes a palatable victim they will be ostracized. i just dont want you to feel ashamed of yourself for not coping in the proper ways.

and you dont owe anyone an explanation to why youre like that, and i genuinely dont either despite trying to. maybe youve experienced a trauma or maybe you havent. maybe you feel the catharsis despite not experiencing it, maybe you have an unrelated trauma, or maybe its just a cool story and youre having fun. its not my business, its not anyone's business. just be nice to yourself, be nice to others. you dont know anybody, you dont know why people talk the way they do and dont fucking worry about it.

tbh doing this made me find community with a few people so thats genuinely been... so rewarding.

im much less anxious about this than i was at the start, cuz i went oh. wait. everyones here cuz they like the dark stuff. thats cool! getting hyped up for being a bit fucked up really helped. i like my lil community of like the same 11 people i catch in my notes its fun to have this lil community of freaks who i feel like im maybe making feel shit? idk. its just been more meaningful than trying to be widely acceptable. the same bunch of notes here mean more to me than thousands on something widely acceptable. if that makes any sense.

but yeah. laugh it off, let the shame go. thats been the motto for my au for a while in my head

i guess thats all i wanna get across? its normal. or maybe its not normal, but if youre not normal im not either and we're not alone and its no ones fuckin business if we're having fun.

[kroosluvr]

(PLEASE FEEL FREE TO NOT POST THIS IF YOU ARENT COMFORTABLE TALKING ABOUT THIS) Hi Celeste! I'm doing this on anon because I don't wanna seem like I'm being overly friendly even though you don't know me -- but i saw your vent-y posts yesterday, and just wanted to say that I relate pretty strongly to some of the stuff you said. I'm not an artist, I'm a writer, and like, 6 months ago? Maybe a bit longer ? I was in a pretty similar rut with my writing, and had a hard time seeing "the point" and even why i was writing at all. I had a few really close friends and confidants and even my pseudo-mentor reach out and be like "hey, this too will pass. you're just 23 and have only been writing in earnest in the last 18 months." I don't know how long you've been drawing! But I do want to give some encouragement and tell you what I was told myself. That this too will pass, and you'll find that people do want to look at your art and do enjoy what you do and are genuinely brightened by it. Anecdotally, I'm not a Persona fan myself (just bc ive never gotten into playing it) -- but I am more 'online' than my girlfriend is, and she loves P5R, and so sometimes I send her your art when I see it and she always gets super excited because we both originally know you from your Arknights posts, but then found out you do a whole bunch of Persona art as well so there's something for both of us that we both really love seeing on our dashboards!

I hope this isn't overstepping or anything, and I hope that you have a great day and week!

NOT OVERSTEPPING AT ALL!!! im so sorry for getting to this so late anon, but i read it when you sent it in and it made me feel better ;w; so thank you so so much for taking the time out of your day to type this up and send it to me, it really means the world..!!!!

creative struggles really are a pain in the ass,,, i was thinking abt all of it even more lately. like it only matters because i put importance on it. so if i simply 'didnt care' then it wouldtn affect me as much. however........... thats the beauty of life, isnt it? being able to care. being able to care This much. so i guess its alright just to let myself feel things. ...

best of luck with your writing!!! writing is SO difficult uagh i truly respect writers/poets/etc frm the bottom of my heart..... SHAKIGN HANDS EMOJI.... AND ALSO pass on my thanks to your girlfrined uafudsjgsdjkfhwk that makes me so happy to hear!!! ///w// I SHOULD GO BACK TO DRAWING ARKNIGHTS!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG!!!! BUT IM SO FLATTERED YOU STUCK AROUND REGARDLESS OF MY LIL FANDOM SWAP AKJSDJKSDJKFS (SHY) (SHY)

i hope you have a wonderful day/night and week too ;w; )// take care of yourself!!!! and THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!!!

[wulvert]

I hope this isn’t one of those impossible to answer questions but, how did you start drawing/stay motivated?? I’ve wanted to make comics/ just draw in general for awhile but my art always looks BADDDD and seeing people (like my bf for example) be great at art and even going to university for it it’s like…. Huhhggugugufufgguugufufufuufufufufuueuwuaaaaaaaaa- and demotivates me a little, yk??

i started drawing bc i wanted to draw warrior cats

staying motivated is different for everyone, for me, NOW I really want to be able to draw my ocs fast and efficiently, im the only one who can draw my ocs because im the only one who knows them so i must do it, and i want to draw them well so I must improve. This may not work for everyone but I am an insanely jealous person, I covet so hard. obvs we covet what we see every day, so following artists I'm jealous of makes me want to get better, and to get better i must keep drawing so one day i can be like twitter user #42. I guess that's finding inspiration. maybe FIND INSPIRATION!!! is a nicer recommendation than become ENVIOUS. sorry. follow your inspirations.

Making drawing not a painful gut wrenching experience is incredibly important, personally I like to get something DONE, i want to fail FAST and move onto the next thing, I rarely sketch and i do thick non intricate line art to accommodate this, if i was forcing myself to do insanely rendered portraits every day i would stop drawing, i dont like it or find it fun! maybe once in a blue moon is a good time.

Doing figure drawings is genuinely the biggest game changer, not even to get better at art, obviously it does that but as a side effect it makes drawing so much easier, if i want to draw a full body now It is not a battle, i can just do that, even if it is wonky i can complete it without struggling on a sketch for three hours. I think improving your fundamentals makes drawing more fun and less like a slog to get through. I started trying to do figure drawing every day a couple months ago, i dont always manage but i try to get it most days of the week & now the way i feel about drawing has flipped entirely, the amount of art i post has like quadrupled since september.

Feeling bad about your art is normal! I have never felt happy with mine, i know i cant draw faces very well and i avoid feet but I will get there one day if i keep it up, im focusing my reference drawing on faces atm! I am the happiest with it i have ever been just because im having fun with it for the first time in a long time but I still have a long way to go. Keeping it up is hard but it is worth it if its something you enjoy :) Finding method that you enjoy drawing with takes a long time, It took me years to figure out i just do not like using pen pressure at all whatsoever & since then digital drawing has become a lot less physically painful for my hand lol.

also making comics just helps a lot. you dont have time to make everything perfect, you just have to keep drawing and getting better. u will hate all your old pages eventually it genuinely rules.

I hope this doesnt read as BECOME ENVIOUS AND SPIT OUT DRAWINGS FAST WITH NO REGARD FOR QUALITY bc that isnt what i mean, i just mean streamlining my process helped me find what i like to focus on in my art which is shape and colour, and learning how to make shapes better helped me have more fun. I like quality and spending time perfecting things i just like spending time on the things i care about! & now im trying to branch out into other non illustration stuff im just having a good time.

soz this is long i hope it answered ur question in some form

[starweru]

Hello! My name is lola but you can call me loli, I’m a new follower and i love you’re art style!🪻💜 (Another blue color fan i see..💙) anyways, the news year post of 2025 (the 7th frame) i noticed the anatomy was so good!?? I am young artist trying to master (strangle-) the art of anatomy, do you have tips? Any way to make it easier? And the perspective is *chefs kiss*!

(My fist language is not english so sorry if i have any spelling or grammar mistakes💜💙) -lola🪻🪐

Hi Loli! Thank you so much for following and the kind words, i really appreciate your support, for real 💙💙💙💙 I'm not the best teaching someone, I'm really bad actually jfiuhgdf But I'm really trying here English is not my main language either, so this will be hard I never did something like that, but I really hope you understand my explanations and hope this helps at least a little. I dont know how much you know, so you can disregard some informations if you want. Im a woman of images, so i made a few, i thought this might make it easier to understand. (Sorry for the delay, i was thinking how to put this all together without make it all nonsense iojdfiojsd) So, the anatomy is tricky to master, but can be easier if you learn the proportions of the body first. The Legs usually are the same size as the upper body, an average adult can be 7-8 heads tall, of course this will change for kids or short/tall people, more short or tall the person be, less/more heads she'll measure, but the legs will aways be close the size as the upper body. (Some real people can have the legs a little bit taller than the upper body, and some artstyles can have that as well, nothing wrong with that.) The ears are localized from the top of the eyes to the bottom of the nose. Male ears are usually bigger than female ears, but this can vary to person to person.

The elbows line up with the navel/middle of the belly, wrists line up with the crotch, and hands go mid-thigh. Talking of hands, they are sure difficult, but can be simplifying, i use the shape in the example for the palm and then just draw the fingers. Fingers are close size of the palm, with the middle finger being the same size and the index and ring fingers being shorter and the pinky being the shorter. Legs and arms can be simplifying with cylinders, they will be your friend, they can help with the perspective of the members of the body.

Simplifying the rest of the body can be made with some other shapes (like i did) but i really recommend using boxes, they show us the sides of the body, making it easier to make dynamic poses and perspective. You can rotate any box to make any pose, that so cool Not gonna lie, making boxes is a real pain, like, you think you can draw a box really easy, like, it's just a box, but then you make it, and it's hard (for me at least uhguidfg) It's a habit, the more you do it, the more you get the hang of it, i know we all want to make a final drawing, with a lot of details and cute clothes, but i really recommend to you to at least you make five of these per day, using references of course.

References are your best friend in art, if you are struggling with an art piece, go see some references or tutorials, they'll will be handy for sure :3 A tip i have is to simplifying the reference photo, try coping it to make your sketch, don't trace the reference to use it as your sketch, in my opinion this will not help you at all.

It it's just the way i personally do, and i really hope this can serve you for anything. There have other ways to study anatomy you can try, so I'm going to leave some videos that can maybe help you more! Video 1 Video 2 Video 3 I hope they can help you more, they explain better than me isifopdjfs This is going to be cliche, but it's true, it will be a long way of learning, it will be hard, you will be sad will some results, thinking "why can't i do it? Why can't i do it right?" But you will can do it in the future, as long you have the passion and the determination to learn, you can do it until you like the result. Keep studying and learning, you can do it, i believe in you. Thank you again Loli! Have a wonderful day/night! Wowie, this is my first ask :0

Thanks for coming to my yapping section guyssss

[scoution]

What if ThnxCya is secretly 100000 bees in a trenchcoat

Ignore the fact it’s paper and my hand writing is acutally so hurendeos ALSO IM SO SORRYCGUYS I HAVE BEEN GONEE……. Kinda sensitive stuff under the cut so if you don’t wanna see that then to look love uuu have a good day <:3

I know none of you other then my friends on here know but recently my father past and I’ve been struggling. Doing these tumblr asks had really cheered me up!! Though depression is still like kicking my butt and making me so unmotivated or idk maybe it’s art block but I want you guys to know that I am still alive!! >:3 I have more traditional art on the way because I get bored in class ……. Been hard to draw on my tablet as I’ve been having some joint pain as well (I got a compression glove and meds so dw pook)💗💗 ok bye starbugs join my discord or smth 😈

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

Hi! Can I ask a question?

How do you deal with posing your drawings?

I wanted to get back into drawing, but I struggle so much with poses, and I find your drawings so dynamic.

:OO!!!

Oh my god! For some reason I keep being surprised that im an artist?? I HOPE I CAN GIVE YOU GOOD ADVICE FANG! Thank you for asking!!

What I tell myself when I begin thinking about what im gonna draw this time, is "i need something happening in this art", my mind goes to, for instance, "autumn themed...snuggling, warmth, cuddles" so i try to transform this into a specific action instead, if they're snuggled maybe "let's make mc hold a mug, omg maybe it can hide her mouth as she's lifting it to her lips to take a sip" and my next thought that just came to me right now is "or maybe napoleon stealing the mug and mc making a surprised/angry expression at him" - which is close to that dynamic you're looking for, I hope! this was my thought process #1 showcased in action... now, if your imagination doesn't happen to work today, your second best option is to get inspired from elsewhere - my go-to account for pose references is kamitokatachi on twitter!

(i forgot the username and. i follow 1600 people on there. i went to my gallery to find one of their pics i saved so i could reverse search it. i suddenly remembered that i wanted to see on which date last year i put up the xmas decorations at home, so while i was already there... i started stopping at nearly every photo along the way in my gallery. then a song came up on my playlist that i havent heard in ages and i just had to stop and listen and.... 20 minutes later i found the username! I still wonder why i dont just keep a note with it somewhere. This happens every time i start drawing, fang. save me, fang)

Dynamic poses are pain in the ass, so dont be afraid to look at references, otherwise you'll piss yourself off and it would lead to nowhere. look at other art (twitter artists, pinterest, zerochan, even google might do the trick...) until you find that one where the character is facing the exact way you want yours to face - remember to only take small details from there and there and twist them into something original and yours. for me this happens naturally because as much as i try to duplicate a pose, i never do it right and it becomes a whole another pose HAHAH

if you want something simple but still dynamic, like a character standing prettily but not like, just standing, think about it like a movie scene where the director really wanted to make them look nonchalantly sexy while going through their day, and you have to pause at one frame, and that movie still is your drawing!

anyway, that's how my brain works! hope it was helpful!

[gayteddy]

2024 was a really terrible year but a few really good things happened that made it all worth it. and so im glad that ive been able to survive and continue living and i hope 2025 is a little easier to get through but regardless we will all be okay<3

commence nightly teddy journal

the year started out really rough with me being in and out of work and then finally getting fired in early summer. and honestly the second half of the year truly felt three times as long i feel like its been a full year if not more since i got fired. not a couple months.

got denied for disability + reapplied and am now halfway through the process again.... reconnected with my step mom which? was not Terrible. a very loaded thing to be sure but. im okay with our relationship right now. i guess. JKLFDJGKDFJG

i started working with my current therapist this year too and shes been so wonderful. i feel like ive been able to make a lot of meaningful progress on processing stuff and its helpful for me to have a Scheduled Time to sort of ground myself every week. its easy for me to get caught up in my thoughts if i dont have "a reason" to lay everything out.

my younger brother became homeless and temporarily moved in with us this year which. has been very stressful and upsetting. and kind of triggering as well. i wont go full vent in here but ive been homeless before and so it brings up a lot of bad memories. but hes doing okay and working on getting a job + housing.

i didnt Meet alynn this year but we got together at the very end of last year and being able to be with him for this year has been amazing. ive learned a lot about myself through our relationship and have been able to do so many creative things with him and jude its been a dream.

me and jude hit 5 years this year too which is so crazy. i will truly never understand people who complain about their partners or talk about how hard it is to live with them bc living + being with jude has always been the most natural thing in the world to me.

stella turned 2 this year! getting her was the best decision ever she brings me so much happiness and joy every single day. shes my precious baby and i adore her so so so much.

and finally and possibly the biggest thing that happened this year. i started a new pain medication that also works as an antidepressant and finally came out of a depression i didnt even know i was having. for the last like 3 years ive struggled to do anything creatively. i havent written or drawn and ive struggled to interact with my interests at all. and i just kind of assumed i had changed as a person and that was who i Was now.

and so breaking out of that literally changed my entire view on life. im creating art again. im drawing and writing and Talking. im making new friends. im talking to existing friends more. this is truly the best note 2024 could possibly end on. i feel full of hope for next year and for the things ill be able to do.

im scared for this upcoming year but im hopeful too. because i know even if more bad things happen ill still have the good things too.

[iheartchv]

Hi! How are you? Hope you are doing good

I’d like a mistletoe match pls :) whichever tmnt version you think it suits best!

Appearance: She/her, bi, INFP, curly short hair + freckles, I dig a very androgynous and alt style most of the time, still a bit soft here and there, 5’9 (175cm)

Personality: my mom and sister says I’m sort of like a cat, usually very closed off but deep down a softie, I know at first meet I can be shy but I’m also very friendly, I was the new kind so many times in my life that I had to learn how to make friends easily even if I’m a bit introverted myself, and I quite like that “skill” about me. I’m a good listener and adviser as well

Im a bit nerdy, I like books, comics, drawing, music, animated movies, video games and card games, cosplaying, artistic makeup… i like going to museums, art fairs, discovering new + cute coffee shops during weekends :-)

My friends says I’m very funny! I also have one of those obnoxious funny laughs you don’t see it coming from a mile away, those that it makes others laugh from just hearing it?

I try to hide it but I’m hopeless romantic, I struggle with words so gifts and acts of service are my thing, Ibut I know I can be affectionate and quite poetic from time to time, most of the time I hide my love side out of fear for being rejected so I grew myself to be somewhat independent of romance or support, so im 100% certain if a s/o did anything for me I’d get so emotional lmao

I’m very good with kids and animals, I get flustered SO easily (it’s a pain. In the ass bfbgjdksks)

Hopefully this is enough? Sorry if something “sounds funny” but English isn’t my first language, hope I made sense tho!

Thank you and have a good day :)

// hiya~ yeah I'm doing alright. I hope you like your match ^^

Your mistletoe match is....

Mikey 🧡🐢 (2016)

I feel like Mikey would be your match

Not only are you both opposite personalities but you both have similar hobbies and interests

He'd love to go to art fairs and museums with you...

If he didn't have to stay in the shadows because of his life as a ninja

However he does sneak you into places for late night dates

He'll steal kisses from you

Flirt with you too

Loves seeing you get flustered

He doesn't do it to be mean or teasing, though

He tells you you look cute when you blush

🧡

On Christmas Eve, you'd head a tap at your window

You open it

And there is Mikey with a mistletoe

You let him in to get out of the cold

"What're you doing here?"

You didn't really care if he was here, you just wanted to know why he was here instead of with his family

"I wanted to see you, babe... aaand to share our first Christmas kiss..."

He smirk and wink at you

You blushed and could help but let out a small giggle

You looked into his baby blue eyes

And leaned into him as he lowered his lips to yours...

Closing both of your eyes, a tingle of warmth spread from your lips through your body

This was such a sweet kiss, though this wasn't your first

Maybe... it was the magic of Christmas that made this moment feel like heaven

Mikey wasn't going to trade this moment for anything