#but it was a good practice for different poses

[valtsv]

how do you make progress in art? I know I need to practice, but I don't know what is effective.

this is going to sound unhelpful but honestly you just have to keep trying things that are hard and don't turn out the way you like them straight away. you have to draw hands even though they're difficult and look weird, you have to try different poses and angles even though you don't think you can pull them off, and when you draw something and it doesn't look good right away the first time you have to ask yourself "am i willing to put in a little more effort to improve this, even if it still doesn't turn out the way i want it to" before moving on to something else or retreating into your comfort zone. it's hard because instant gratification always feels more rewarding in the short-term, but that quickly fades, while long-term satisfaction (and the skills you gained in the process) endures.

also study other people whose work you admire, check if they have tutorials, tips, etc. and adapt them to your own process

[mrspiastri]

prompt 24 + oscar + coworker reader (pr/photographer) please?

oscar piastri x reader

prompt 24. “So, uh… do you wanna be my Valentine? No pressure, though. I mean, lots of pressure, but like, in a cute way.”

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Y/N had photographed Oscar Piastri hundreds of times before.

From race weekends to sponsor events, behind-the-scenes moments to dramatic podium shots—her camera had captured every version of him. The serious, race-focused Oscar. The rare, celebratory Oscar. The one who rolled his eyes whenever she asked him to pose but always did it anyway.

But today, something felt different.

She wasn’t behind the camera now—at least, not in the way she was used to. Instead, she stood off to the side of a McLaren media studio, observing as Oscar filmed a Valentine’s Day Q&A.

And for some reason, his answers kept throwing her off.

“All right, Oscar,” the interviewer said, flipping through their notes. “Let’s start with something simple. What’s your ideal type?”

Y/N expected something vague and rehearsed. Instead, Oscar tilted his head, considering. “Someone who keeps me on my toes,” he said. Then, with a slight smirk: “Maybe someone a little bossy.”

The crew chuckled. Y/N’s grip tightened on her camera strap.

The shoot continued, and it only got worse.

“Biggest green flag in a person?”

“Good under pressure. Knows how to take charge.”

“Dream date?”

“Something simple. A coffee shop, maybe. Or sitting in a hotel lobby, pretending we’re meant to be somewhere else.”

Y/N’s heart lurched.

The hotel lobby. Singapore. Last season.

She and Oscar had both been late for a press event, yet instead of rushing, they had sat down in the hotel lounge, pretending they had nowhere else to be. She had snapped a candid photo of him then—one of her favorites.

Now, Oscar was bringing it up here? On camera?

Her pulse spiked, but she forced herself to focus. She was working. She was supposed to be documenting this moment, not getting caught up in it.

Once the cameras stopped rolling, Y/N immediately busied herself checking photos on her camera, pretending her heart wasn’t hammering out of her chest.

She needed to get out of here before—

“Hey.”

She froze.

Oscar was standing next to her now, hands in his hoodie pockets, looking slightly nervous.

“Got a sec?” he asked.

Y/N hesitated. She glanced around—the crew was still here, but they were distracted, discussing clips for social media. She sighed, nodding. “Yeah.”

They stepped into a quieter part of the studio, where the overhead lights weren’t as harsh.

Oscar rocked back on his heels. “So… you gonna say anything about earlier?”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Oscar. You practically confessed on camera.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Did I?”

She shot him a look. “You *know* you did.”

Oscar sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… yeah. Kind of.”

Her heart pounded. “Why?”

He met her gaze, all teasing gone now. “Because I like you.” His voice was steady, but his fingers twitched slightly—a rare tell. “I have for a while.”

Y/N swallowed.

This was different from the usual back-and-forth between them.

This was real.

She gripped her camera tighter. “You’re serious?”

Oscar huffed a small laugh. “Would I joke about this?”

She didn’t have an answer for that.

Because now, standing in this quiet corner of the studio, away from the bright lights and cameras, she realized—

She had always known.

It was in the way he lingered after media duties, making excuses to hang around while she sorted through photos. It was in the way he never minded when she adjusted his posture for pictures, even when other drivers rolled their eyes. It was in the way he had let her drag him to that hotel lounge in Singapore, letting her take a photo of him just because she wanted to.

She inhaled sharply. “Oscar—”

“Look,” he said, cutting her off. “If you don’t feel the same, just tell me. I’ll drop it. But if you do…” He hesitated, rubbing his jaw. “Then I’d really like to take you out. For real.”

Y/N stared at him, her heart hammering.

This was insane.

This was completely unprofessional.

This was exactly what she wanted.

Her fingers flexed around her camera strap. “You still want an answer?” she finally asked.

Oscar tilted his head, hopeful. “Would be nice, yeah.”

He took a breath, looking more nervous than she’d ever seen him. Then, with an awkward chuckle, he said, “So, uh… do you wanna be my Valentine? No pressure, though. I mean, lots of pressure, but like, in a cute way.”

Y/N exhaled, something warm spreading in her chest. A small smile. “Yes.”

Oscar’s breath hitched. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A grin broke across his face—bright, genuine. “Okay. Cool. That’s… good.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You just confessed on camera, and *now* you’re nervous?”

“Terrified, actually.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Come on, Piastri. Let’s get out of here.”

And just like that, everything between them finally clicked into place.

[slut4megantheestallion]

⋆ ☆"Through my Lens"

Parings: Max Caulfield x fem reader

Warnings ⚠️: smut, pussy eating, shy! max, mentions of photography, soft!dom max, breast play, modeling.

Max had always noticed you.

It started as a simple admiration. She saw you in photography class, sitting a few rows ahead of her, completely immersed in your work. You always looked so effortlessly put together, your style unique yet casual, a confidence radiating from you that Max could never quite grasp for herself. Then she saw you outside of class, hands out with your friends, laughing freely, always seeming like you belonged in the spotlight. And, of course, at the Two Whales Diner, where you'd sip your coffee by the window, lost in thought, bathed in the soft neon glow of the signs outside.

Max had been drawn to you in a way she couldn't explain - at least not out loud. Her camera had become an excuse to admire you, to capture fleeting moments when you weren't looking. She told herself it was artistic inspiration, that she was merely practicing her craft, but deep down, she knew better. She was obsessed.

She had a collection of photos that would never see the light of day. Shots of you laughing, glancing out a window, absentimindedly playing with your jewelry. Each one was beautiful in a way that made Max’s heart ache. And yet, she never dared to approach you, convinced that someone as radiant as you would never even notice someone like her.

Until one day, you did.

Max had been walking across campus, adjusting her camera strap, when she saw you heading her way. Her heart stuttered in her chest, her mind screaming at her to play it cool, but before she could even think about escaping, you caught her gaze and smiled.

"Hey, Max!"

Max almost tripped over her own two feet. "Uh- h- hey!"

You stopped in front of her, playful glint in your eyes. "You're a photographer, right?"

Max swallowed hard, her palms suddenly clammy. "Uh, yeah, I am. Why?"

You smirked. "I was wondering if you’d take some pictures of me? You know, for my portfolio. I want to get into modeling, and I think your photography style would really capture what I need."

Max brain short-circuited. You. Posing for her. Looking right into her lens with that piercing captivating gaze.

She barely managed to nod. "Y-Yeah, of course! I’d love to."

"Awesome. My dorm, 8:00 sharp," you said teasingly before walking away. Max stood there, frozen, her face burning as she watched you disaster.

The moment she got back her dorm, panic set in. She scrambled to prepare, adjusting her lenses, setting up different lighting options, pacing as she rehearsed how not to embarrass herself. By the time 8:00 rolled around, she felt like she was going to combust.

The knock on your door felt like an eternity to her. When you opened it, greeting her with a smile before pulling her into a quick hug, Max nearly blacked out.

"Come in, make yourself comfortable," you said, closing the door behind her.

Your dorm room was warm, intimate - magazine cutouts, fairy lights, and polaroids tacked to the walls. Max adjusted her camera nervously.

"Alright, how do you want me?" You teased, striking a casual pose on the bed.

Max fumbled with her settings. "Uh- just, um however you feel comfortable."

You started with classic poses - legs crossed, chin lifted, a smoldering gaze. Max clicked away, completely mesmerizing. Every slight movement, every flick of your hair, the way you looked at her through the lens - it was driving her insane.

"You're amazing at this," Max breathed, lowering the camera for a moment.

You smirked. "I have a good photographer."

Then, you leaned back, fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt. "Wanna make these photos more interesting?"

Max breath hitched. "W-What do you mean?"

You slowly pulled the top over head, revealing smooth skin beneath the dim light. "I mean... modeling is about confidence, right? Maybe we should push some boundaries."

Max's mouth went dry. "A-Are you sure?"

"You don't want to?"

Max raised her camera with slightly trembling hands. "I... yeah, I do."

You posed again, this time bolder - fingers trailing over your skin, a sultry gaze locking onto hers. She could barely keep it together.

Then, as if testing her, you reached behind and unhooked your bra, letting it fall on the ground. Max let out a shaky breath, her eyes tracing every inch of your newly exposed skin.

"Max," you whispered, tiling your head. "Do you wanna touch me?"

Max swallowed hard. "Y-Yeah."

She set the camera down carefully before climbing onto the bed beside you. Her hands hesitated, hovering just above your skin before you them, guiding them to your waist.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to hers. The kiss started soft, hesitant, but quickly grew more heated. Max melted into it, her hands running up your side's, fingertips ghosting over your rubs before cupping your breasts. You moaned into her mouth, pressing closer, and Max let out a shaky exhale against your lips.

Her kisses trailed lower- your jaw, your neck, down to your collarbone. When she finally took one of your nipples into her mouth, you gasped, arching into her touch. She was slow, deliberate, lavishing each sensitive peak with soft licks and teasing nips before moving lower.

When she reached the waistband of your panties, she glanced up, her cheeks flushed. "Can I?"

"Please, Max." You whined desperately for sole friction.

She peeled them down your thighs, spreading your legs gently as she settled between them. The first press of her lips against your heat had you trembling, your fingers immediately tangling in her hair. Max moaned against you, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure up your spine as she licked, slow and deep.

"Fuck- Max-" You whimpered, tugging st her hair as she sucked gently on your clit. Her hands gripping your thighs, holding you open as she lapped at you eagerly, lost in the taste of you.

She took her time, her tongue teasing, flicking, pressing into you in ways that had your hips bucking against her face. "You taste so good," she murmured, voice muffled against your wetness before diving back in.

Your breathing became ragged, every flick of her tongue bringing you closer. "Max- I'm gonna -"

She moaned against you, sucking harder as your body tensed, pleasure coiling tight before finally snapping. You came with a sharp cry, thighs trembling as you gushed against her tongue.

Max didn’t stop until you were whimpering from the overstimulation, only then pulling away, her lips and chin glistening from your cum. She climbed back up, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes searched yours. "Was that... okay?"

You smiled, still breathless, cupping her face. "Max, are you kidding? That was amazing."

Max let out a relieved laugh, resting her forehead against yours. "Good, because I really, really like you."

You kissed her again, softer this time, before whispering, "Then you better stay the night."

[inesvazquezart]

( ⚠️ body horror warning ⚠️)

More Glass scientists stuff. Just thought of Alien movie and this crazy idea popped up. What if one of the potion side effects was molecular structure destabilization where not only souls spilt, but bodies too.

So they split, but their bodies are very unstable separated, so they have to fuse again at some point or they die. That’s the au lol

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[dovalore]

some bos

top left designed by @cowboyskeletons

top right designed by conn1ee_ (on twt)

design thoughts for mine (bottom) under cut

lmao remember when i said he's just a Guy to me

it wasn't technically a lie, i think being granted godhood would alter his appearance so he's... well he's still a Guy with additional stuff going on

champion and god boots morph to fit the person wearing them, so for acg it was weird mugs and evbo gets sneakers with his name on the soles because i think he'd enjoy jumping down onto a grass block and then seeing his name imprinted onto it

the higher you climb the more customised your stuff becomes, this applies to clothing as well (there's text that says "360" printed on the back of his hoodie, it became that way once he reached the master level)

in my head i think only the parkour champion and god would have somewhat functional wings, idk about everyone else but i'm leaning towards little vestigial ones only if any (looking directly at emf)

is the headband a permanent fixture on evbo now?

he's a godly entity, he's not supposed to make sense

either way, it can shrink back to looking like a normal headband if he wants, he can have a malleable form as a treat

the ahoge isn't new, he's had that since the start

also yes his eyes really are like that even though most of the time it's just part of my style, his are Like That for realsies

he could theoretically repair the rip in his jeans, but he thinks the hole makes him look cooler

[toomanysubcultures]

idie headshot + movement sketches!!

[entropyvoid]

[sysig]

can i requeeeessstt edgar rescuing scriabin from something |D

Day 6 - There are consequences out here

Bonus, of what he was doing to get stickers in his hair:

[lilrobinbird]

"draw me like one of your French girls"

Atuat to Hei-Ran or Hei-Ran to Atuat?

More so focused on who can actually draw? LOL cause personality-wise, Atuat is probably more likely to be laying naked with a hand on her hip? maybe? (agree? disagree?)

Oh Atuat is 100% making the pose and asking Hei-ran to draw her, the mood is great, the sensuality in the air, and then turns out Hei-ran can't draw and shows her something like this

[bishopony]

hey sooo little announcement, I don't mind if my work is referenced and I don't even mind if my work is privately traced, but please do not trace my work and post it with zero credit. little disheartening to see something directly traced from my work to be put on my home page

[solarpawbs]

ZOMBIE BNNUY!! 🧟🐰🧟🐰

[roosterarts]

What are you looking at?

I swear there is no other version of this.

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[reddeadsredhead]

Drew him totally from memory. Did better than I expected

[cobra-creampuff]

why are they laughing at him as he gets straight up killed??? he doesn't deserve this! he's a sweet kid at heart! he literally just needs one (1) real friend!!

[dragonskyheart]

KnockoutWolfhoundmon Species Info

Basic Info

Name: KnockoutWolfhoundmon

Etymology: Knockout – The act of knocking someone out. Commonly abbreviated as KO. Wolfhound – A dog breed known for loyalty and devotion. It is also known for guarding land from wolves.

Level: Rookie

Type: Beast

Attribute: Vaccine

Field: Virus Busters

Attack Techniques

Power Fist

Shoots a blue flaming energy fist at its opponents

Hero's Kick

Kicks at the opponent

Hero Punch

Punches the opponent with great force

Tai Atari

Tackles the enemy

Power Battle Cry

Lets out an ear-piercing howl that stuns and damages the opponent

Soul Strike

Summons a spirit then either restores its and others energy which heals and restores fighting spirit or unleashes it on its enemies.

A helpful Beast Digimon that desires to help other Digimon, KnockoutWolfhoundmon wishes to be a great hero and will stop at nothing to achieve that goal. It is a very friendly Digimon species and has a tendency to get along with and charm whoever encounters it. As a Combat-Species Digimon, it is recognized to have great potential in its endurance and strength. When dangerous and villainous Digimon threaten it or its friends, it shoots a flaming energy fist at the enemy (Power Fist).

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And here is the boy in Digimon form! I tried to make the drawing similar in style to the Digimon Reference Book art. I think I did good enough but I'll let you all decide to see if it captures the same feel. The fist was horrible to work with and i don't think I'll ever be happy with it. I based the pose on one of the stock poses of K.O. mostly this one.

I did tweak it a little though but the basic are there! (Also I only realized as I was sketching it that I could've used the poses in the intro but that was here nor there.) I also cross-reference actual Reference Book description to make the description close to an actual Reference Book description. The purple highlighting on the move described is based off of how Wikimon highlights things. Hope you all enjoy!

(Also there is a bit of DigiCode in the nametag as a little easter egg of sorts!)

Started 11/14/2023

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