#draw textured yarn

[devikafibers]

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[no-pants-dan]

Anyway, here's what I'm working on right now

Hand for scale

This pattern is fun and I'd like to try it on some thicker yarn for something really blocky. I'm starting to get into the rhythm of an even beat, but it's tricky with such thin, high contrast yarn because everything stands out so much.

8/2 cotton at 22 epi for some Christmas dish towels. When I do this again, I'll do 24 epi because the thread is finer than I realized. Truthfully, I misrememberd the size we used for the class I took in the spring and just...did not verify before ordering. Oh well! I'm curious about how these will wash up-- so far I'm worried they're too fine to feel very towel-y. But I've got a whole bunch now so I guess I'll just have to figured something out! I think the next thing I will try is a waffle texture. I'm thinking that'll help make the towels thicker and more substantial.

Here's my sampling section:

It turns out that all the patterns for the towels I planned to weave on this warp just do not work the way I was hoping. The birdseye and zigzag are fine, but I have to go back to the drawing board on this one.

[mint-termsandconditions]

The girlies are fighting:

Random interactions:

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[purpurkatart]

Hello! After having some time to get over my loss for the Pokemon TCG Illustration contest, I decided to write up a small blog entry about the process and include some WIP pictures. Feel free to look below if you want to read my ramblings on the process.

Idea Generarion-

So coming into this contest, I knew I wanted to make a mixed media piece. In terms of theming I chose something that not only reflected a “magical moment” for a Pokemon (in this case meeting a legendary Pokemon), but also a moment when playing the games myself. In fact this piece was inspired by my awe when I first encountered a box legendary in game, as before I thought my teacher was lying to me when he said you can catch the legendary on the box!

This is the concept sketch that started it all! At the time my main concern was getting ideas down and seeing how they looked. Thinking about things like how would the composition would look, how would the colours look. So on and so forth.

I didn’t want to focus too much on the sketch and wanted to start making the physical object, so out of some cheap paper I started making a set up testing out size, scale, composition. I didn’t want to get too attached to the original sketches only to realise I couldn’t make it in real life… I went though a few drafts trying to get things right, slowly adding in aspects such as background objects and higher quality drawings.

After completing the draft I bought the images back into procreate to experiment with colours. This is the point where I made the mistake of thinking I had plenty of colours to choose from, not realising I would be limited by what I could buy from various yarn shops. That or hope I could find the right colour online, but that was always a gamble. If I don’t stop talking about this now I’ll get sidetracked talking about how much I miss yarn shops…

Anyways, I cut out the individual pieces that I would make within the background and used them as a guide for crochet assets. For this part I wanted to use different stitches to create textures such as the ripple stitch, bobble stich and some cable stitches, I feel bad as I never took any work in progress photo so of them. Let’s pretend you’re looking at a photo of a half finished crochet abstract shape.

Finally onto the main event, the Pikachu (and Suicune). The decision to make Pikachu a plush was based on what I would have liked to make for the 2022 illustration contest (if I wasn’t geographically challenged!!) Despite being British I decided it would be fun to make anyways, so I could experiment. I never got around to that but decided it would be fun to try for this edition.

Making the pattern was HARD! As I wanted Pikachu to have a unique pose, I had to work out different methods to plush i’ve made in the past which have been somewhat relaxed in their posing. I ultimately ended up making each part individually, pinning it together and then making adjustments as needed. It didn’t start out great however I ended up with this weird Pikachu shaped thing that did the job. Throughout this process I would regularly photograph it in the background to try and catch any issues early on. For example if the ground needed to be a different shape.

Photographing the final price was interesting. I felt bad for my partner as I essentially turned my dining table into a mini photography studio! I spent several days waiting for different lighting opportunities and experimenting with different light. Marking down different camera angles to ensure I have all of my bases covered. I easily took over 100 photos to get the perfect shot! In the below photo you can see washi tape being used to rest out different positions for the sculptures.

And that leads me to the peice! Even though i’m sad I didn’t make the top 300, I am pleased with the work I did for this piece (and my flygon entry too!). I’m glad I decided to experiment with ts peice and look forward to refining my methods in the near future!

[watercolourcritters]

Part of why I'm so passionate about the concept that anyone and everyone can make art is because - yeah, look, I know I can draw well. I know I can make pictures that look like what they're supposed to. But fuck, don't you know that that's not all that art is? Don't you know that it's so much more than that?

This fall I did collage with my mother. She's 64 years old, she's never done collage in her life, didn't even know it was a possibility. "I don't have a creative bone in my body," she says, when she sees my paintings. But suddenly - with magazine clippings and markers and glue and paper, she made these beautiful pieces, full of expression and life and love. "Oh," she says, "I didn't know I could create something like that. I didn't know it could be so fun."

There's so much more to art than drawing and painting. And even drawing and painting is so much more than making something look like it's "supposed to." And even more importantly, it's so much more than making something "look good." It's about expression, and exploration, and finding new ways to say something. And sometimes it's just about trying something new, and having fun with it. It doesn't have to be deep, or meaningful, to have value.

Explore, and play, and create. Play with shapes, play with colour, play with texture. If you want to paint or draw something that looks like it does in real life, try! And keep trying, and trying, because it never comes out right the first time you do. But please, try other things, too. Slap some paper and glue on a page and see what you can make with it. Explore with yarn, and fabric, and anything else you can create with. Mold dollar store modeling clay, and scribble on cardboard, and see what happens. There's so many possibilities. Don't you want to explore?

But I promise you - you can create art. So please, try.

[kohanakonohana]

noteからの翻訳です。日本語の方はぜひ末尾のリンクから向こうへ。

The silkworm makes a cocoon to protect itself when it becomes a pupa. The length of the thread that is ejected while swinging its head in a figure eight motion is said to be as long as 1,300 meters or more. 1,300m or even longer in some varieties.

The raw silk I usually use to weave kimonos is a thin, fine thread, and those threads I usually use to weave kimonos is made by twisting 10 strands of 7-grain yarn. In other words, it is the thickness of 70 cocoons.

When drawing raw silk, cocoons are boiled and the protein (sericin), which is like glue that holds the yarn together, is broken down and drawn out. The figure of eight(8) is the secret to prevent tangling in the middle.

So. we could find a silkworm or moss after we pull and take a long thread from inside. (They will not become adult silkworms, though, because they are boiled.

Raw silkworms can be boiled, or the amount of work required to take the thread from them is limited. Recently, we have been drying, freezing, salting (salting method), and steaming (steaming method), etc., to produce raw silk. In short, it is necessary to prevent the silkworms from leaving their cocoons as adult worms.

Because …silkworms first hatch in cocoons, but they have to make a hole in the cocoon they made themselves to get out.

For the time being, they finish their transformation into the form of a moth inside and tear the skin of their chrysalis, the silkworm then breaks through the chrysalis skin and expels an enzyme called cochonase, which is produced in the organ called the bird's crop sac.

The moth then breaks through the chrysalis skin, and exhales an enzyme called cochonase, produced in the organ called the bird's craw sac, to soften the sericin at the exit, then emerges from the chrysalis by pushing its way through the threads.

Furthermore, when it comes out, it also produces urine, or water, which is called "moth urine". and coloured and stains the inside of the cocoon. The rest is the skin of the shed pupa, which also sticks to the inside of the cocoon.

The silkworms hatch and the quality of the cocoons changes,

The quality of the cocoon changes and raw silk cannot be obtained. The enzyme does not break the thread itself, but the cocoonase is alkaline, so it does not do much damage to weakly acidic fibres.

However, cocoonase is alkaline, so there is no small amount of damage to weakly acidic fibres. Nevertheless, at least some of the silkworms have to be made into adult worms, because the silkworm eggs for the next cycle cannot be obtained.

The cocoons from which raw silk was not obtained, and the rest from disease, or the cocoons that did not produce raw silk, cocoons that were too small because of disease or poor growth, and so on.

It is Japanese culture not to waste such things. The cocoons are boiled, the sericin in the paste is broken down, and the pupal skin is removed as much as possible, and the result is cotton-like material known as "mawata".

Mawata sheets

The "tsumugi" thread is made by stretching and twisting the cotton, either by pulling it out or twisting it, or neither, or both. Then, fabrics woven using the tsumugi thread is called tsumugi weaving.

The left is raw silk and the right is tsumugi yarn spun by myself.The texture is different. Such is the case even with purchased products.

To be precise, the silkworm's thread is called "kibiso"

The silkworm's thread is made up of three parts: the beginning part, called kibiso ; the long, long raw silk part; and the end part, called "bisu".

Both kibiso and bisu have different textures from raw silk, and sometimes only these parts are collected and sold as separate yarns.

The beginning of the spit is still unstable and the end is the residue of the body, so in essence, I have heard that they are made slightly differently...In the case of the easily recognisable coloured silkworm cocoons, the hard yellow-green outer part is the kibiso,

The bis has a light yellow-green raw silk part inside, and the bis is slightly yellowish white.)

The bisu ends up looking leathery and unravelling…

Those different textures remain in the mawata, so, even if you try to stretch them out homogeneously, it is sometimes impossible to do so. That is the true nature of the knots that remain in the silk threads.

Kibiso (left) and bisu (right) of wild silkworms.(Silkworms ones do not peel so much)

In the end, what I wanted to say was that thread is a gift of life,I think it is lovely that the thread is born out of such a sense of waste.

[leolaroot]

aenar ⤴️ thats her hiking cane its quadtipped with ice spikes. indoors where she has a grippy floor she usees a more standard rubber single tipped cane. she knit her own sweatwr and mittens :3 shes hiking out to the cave she likes to craft in, a natural spring runs through and fills it with a soft song :) i forgot to add in her project/supplies bag and hopefully by the next drawing she will have a haircut that isnt sapphire. 😐

"yay im having somuch fun desiging my original character" neelix i regert to inform you this is accidentally a stevens universe woman.

[nn-ee-zz]

Hello!

Your art is so gorgeous and inspirational!

Do you have any tips on drawing body horror and character design? When I've tried to design some characters with body horror they all end up looking rather friendly 😅

Hope you have a lovely day and thanks in advance!

Thank you! I'm happy to hear that! Here goes!

NEZ GUIDE TO BODY HORROR

(Disclaimer; this is my advice, not rules. Break them as you wish)

Despite not doing it on purpose, a lot of my art is tagged as body-horror. I've embraced it. Here are my 3 pillars for frightening art. I don't have to follow them all at once, at least one is enough.

Nature

Get inspired by nature. Not necessarily by gore and wounds, but by things that look normal in one context but might appear unsettling in another. A great example is my pumpkin creature; everyone has seen the insides of a pumpkin but adding that texture to a living body made everyone react more strongly to it. I highly recommend natural things with strange textures and patterns (especially seeds)

Book Recommendation; The Art and Science of Ernst Haeckel

I recently bought this for all the gorgeous pattern and creature drawings. It's a beautiful book for those who want to draw horror based on nature. Careful if you have tyrophobia, this has some INTENSE patterns.

Subtlety

In either execution or concept.

In execution; give the drawing other recognizable characteristics. The gore is NOT them, it's just part of them. An example would be my cowboy creature. They have the coat, the hat, the boots, the smile...and then you notice the heads. Give your character more than their frightening parts.

In concept; If you want the bright reds and obvious gore, follow one simple concept. In the example below, the concept was a wound surrounded by mushrooms. That is all. If I were to add 'but also mushrooms leave their eyes, and bloody tears fall from them, and they have gashes in their skin, and'' it would have made the impact of all of those concepts collapse. Like a bed of nails. The more nails you add, the less a single individual nail will hurt.

Feeling

It follows the theme above. I noticed horror works better when it's not an abudance but also when it's relatable. I've seen people react more intensely to an animated character brushing a line of yarn against their eyeball than an animated character having their head explode in blood, brains, and bone. You can draw from emotional feelings as well, turning your mental pain into a physical manifestation of it.

This is not a must follow because I do plenty horror art without being vulnerable nor making myself uncomfortable, I just notice people react when they can relate and feel it too.

I hope it helps anon!

[oluka-art]

My art for @storm-leviosa-fanfics' adorable knitting fic! Drawn as part of the @batfam-big-bang.

Please also take a look at the other art made for this fic by @jennguyen-draws !

Image description in ALT text and under the read more:

A digital art of two polaroid photos on a wooden table. They are viewed from directly on top. One polaroid picture lies on top of the other, both skewed a little bit. The bottom polaroid shows a sleeping Bruce Wayne with part of a green scarf in the process of being knit. There is written text at the bottom of the polaroid which reads "asleep!". The top polaroid shows Batgirl (Cassandra Cain) and Robin (Damian Wayne) posing for the picture together. Black Bat has her arm around Robin's shoulders and is throwing up a peace sign. Her body language is happy. Robin is relaxed but alert. They are standing in front of a grey brick wall. Batgirl is wearing a purple knitted shawl on top of her uniform and Robin is wearing a big knitted scarf in the colours of his uniform, on top of his uniform. There is written text at the bottom of the polaroid which reads "Showing off the threads". The wooden table is a rich brown colour with visible wood texture. On the bottom left corner of the art, two light grey knitting needles cross each other and rest partly on one polaroid. On the top right corner, the bottom of an emerald green ball of yarn rests on the table. A bit of yarn is unspooled towards the left.

[thegatorsgoose]

Mourning Dove notes, batch #1

So since I am a very visual thinker, whenever I post my ideas (that aren't in-the-moment rants, that is) I like to draw something for it. It's the closest thing I can get to transferring something directly from my brain to yours. Unfortunately, I have a lot of thoughts, which means I have a lot of drawings I want to make to help get my points across. And since it's easier to write my ideas down as they come to me anyway, I'll be posting Mourning Dove stuff in batches, drawing + notes = a batch :)

Speaking of the drawing part, this is actually a redraw of fanart I did for Wayne's Haunted Mansion I drew a while ago, so you can actually use the bear as a size reference! He's bigger than Bearwing now, but to be fair the bears not that big. Danny, at 14, is 5”2 at most, probably closer to 5’0. He's still a small king.

I decided to have him be 14 when he becomes a vigilante because 1. That seems like a reasonable amount of time for him to have recovered mentally and physically enough for him to be able to handle unfamiliar environments and have the training necessary to be cautious and know when and how to step in (at least 4 years of training + his powers make him a tiny terror).

2. Yo Danny Phantom he was just 14

This batch is going to be dedicated to why Danny is this au has autism and ADHD, and how that affects him. The why will come from the original fanfic this au is based on, Wayne’s Haunted Mansion by @tathartiel (which you should definitely read if you enjoy dp x dc!). How it affects him will mostly be part of the au. Ok? Ok. I tend to ramble a bit but I tried to make it easy to follow.

First of all, Danny enjoys knitting! He's already sewing, it's only the natural progression for him to find out about knitting, and the family would definitely try to encourage the hobby with less sharp tools. It gives him something to do with his hands, and at the end of the day he has something he made all by himself, something he can be proud of. He loves making stuff for people he cares about, he likes knowing he can do something to keep his loved ones warm, whether by making a blanket, scarf, sweater- you name it. He's definitely not great at first, but he does practice a lot. Whenever he's nervous or fidgety, it's nice to do something with his hands.

One of his favorite parts of knitting is the yarn itself. Specifically the texture and feel of certain yarns. The Waynes are rich so they have no problem supplying him with extremely soft yarns to make the softest sweaters and blankets. And you know how he loves pillows? Well I'd imagine that he’d also love the extremely thick, pillowy yarn. He uses it to make a huge blanket that enhances his pillow nest 10 fold. The day he got a giant roll of thick fluffy yarn he spent all day making a giant fluffy blanket out of it, and the following night shoving it in the birds and bats faces so they can experience the bliss that is the feeling of his new soft, pillowy creation.

Speaking of textures, Danny loves hoodies, especially his Batman hoodie(s). Not only so that he can physically show his appreciation for his family, but that they are warm and soft on the inside, and make him feel secure. His siblings have all gotten him their merch at one point or another, but it wasn't until Jason got him Red Hood merch in the form of a leather jacket did they realize that texture could be a problem. The inside was just not working for Danny, but he was happy to have merch so he tried to ignore it to make Jason happy. It lasted until dinner that night, Danny had a breakdown because the uncomfortable feel of the jacket was agitating him and suddenly the klinks of silverware on plates was to loud, the scrapes and stabs of forks hitting the plates felt like he was physically being hit on the head, and the vibration of the table when someone moved felt like pins and needles going through his arms that were resting on the table. It all became too much for him and he excused himself from the table with a wobbly chirp before promptly disappearing.

It wasn't until later that night, before Jason left, that he reappeared in front of him, tears in his eyes, and handed back the jacket with a guilty chirp. It took Jason some prodding to get Danny to explain why he was handing it back, and then when he finally understood it took a lot more convincing to get Danny to understand it's ok to not like the jacket, no i'm not mad at you, its ok. After he got Danny to calm down he left the manor and informed the rest of the group chat of the new development… and then got Danny another, comfier Red Hood jacket. Bruce, having autism himself (i'm not even sure if that's a headcanon or canon at this point), helps Danny in making sure he knows its ok to feel that way about certain textures and asks what textures he likes and doesn't like, even writes them down so when buying something online or getting something tailored, they can make sure it won't be uncomfortable. His siblings 100% take advantage of this list and start a sort of unspoken competition of who can buy Danny his favorite piece of merch.

Speaking of merch, he has a hoodie of every single Gotham vigilante and wears one almost 24/7. The media was given the vague explanation that Batman saved him from a physically abusive household at 10 (or whatever his age ends up actually being, they don't reveal his existence to the world until he's 12, where by that point he can change back into his human form comfortably. I'm making the assumption he eventually can for the au cus I don’t know everything) so they just assume it's hero worship from that. His siblings however know that it's because he loves them and thinks they're the coolest people ever. Everyone thinks he's adorable anyway. When he first saw Mourning Dove merch he was super excited, until he realized it would be too uncomfortable to wear. Later that week when Bruce gives him a tailor made Dove hoodie, he cried. (Bruce totally won the competition for it, the kids are just a little bitter about it)

Merch was made for him because Gotham does know Mourning Dove exists, mostly from eye witness accounts of the baddies he took down, but also from the literal one blurry video of him that exists. It shows Dove holding onto Batman's cape as Red Robin talks. This was taken on his first official patrol, so he was a little nervous. At first Gotham was mad at Batman for bringing yet another child into the fold, until all the criminals Dove brought in came back terrified. They realized they really should have learned their lesson from the latest Robin, and now just respect their funky shadow child.

However Dove doesn't actually come out all that often. He started his vigilante career because he got wrapped up in the supernatural side of Gotham, at first it was just helping the occasional stray ghost find their haunt, but you know how dangerous magic and the supernatural world can get in just the blink of an eye. Think Jujutsu Kaisen, he was able to see Gotham spirits causing and feeding off of citizens misery, and he just can't not help. When the Batfam realizes what he's doing, he's fully committed to helping the spirit of Gotham deal with her curse. They know there's nothing they can do to stop him, so they do the next best thing and give him armor, a mask and a weapon. They also up his training, which they had been doing before because… it's Gotham. So Mourning Dove doesn't actually come out as often as the others, just either when they're down on members, there's an emergency and need his powers, they want to teach him something, or when he just asks.

… Anyway, back on topic. Another way his autism affects him is making him mostly nonverbal/selectively mute. I'm making the assumption that they eventually do get his voice back, but at that point he can adequately communicate without his voice, using chirps and gestures. He knows now that if he needs to talk (talking to a stranger, needing to explain something more complicated, etc) he usually can. Usually. If he's stressed or uncomfortable in any way, he often finds that he can't talk. Thankfully he's been learning sign language for a few years now and can get across simple ideas and feelings just fine in a pinch. And sometimes, he doesn't even feel bad. And yet still, he can't find it in himself to speak. In those cases, if he needs to explain something complicated, he can write it down. He's gotten a lot better! And if he ever trips up, he can always look it up or use autocorrect if it's over text.

Another thing his trama definitely made a lot worse is that he has episodes of hypersensitivity. An analogy I once heard is that most minds are like doors, and most people can choose to shut the door on small pieces of information that are deemed unnecessary. Like the ticking of a clock, or the scratching of pencils around a classroom. But people with adhd can’t choose to closes those doors, and the flood of information can easily overstimulate us. With his super hearing this definitely becomes a problem, and I can only imagine it gets worse when in crowds. I actually already talked about this, with bad textures. Often we can ignore the extra sensory input and go on with our day, but when faced with something that agitates us, it opens the floodgates to make everything agitate us. The sounds of dinner don't usually annoy Danny, but with the extra bad sensory input that he just couldn't ignore, it made it so he couldn't ignore other pieces of input like usual, and it became too much for him. I usually counteract overstimulation by wearing headphones or earbuds, and while I know Danny definitely has noise canceling devices made for the supers with him 24/7 just in case, I think he deals with it, again, by controlling the texture of the cloths he’s wearing and using it to fidget. He counteracts the negative input by surrounding himself with positive input. If he's not in public or that doesnt work, he’ll curl up into himself and rock back and forth, countering the input with a soothing motion and clenching onto his skin like a stress ball. Of course, that's if Cujo, his service dog, isn't there to help him through it.

One thing that carries over into the future is his short attention span. curse you ADHD! He has trouble sitting still and concentrating on a task that doesn't interest him. However he still LOVES space, and often hyperfixates on it. He’ll sit in front of the tv or a tablet and watch documentaries for hours without moving an inch. The first time this happened the batfam where scared something was wrong, maybe he's having an episode and can't move? But when they approached him to see if he was alright he started wildly flapping his arms and letting out excited chirps, till he noticed the look on their face and got out his phone. An hour later he sent them a poorly written, excited and long text about his favorite star in the galaxy to the family group chat. Suffice it to say, space is his special interest. Since then they started using it as a way to get him to sit still or to distract him. Often it helps to play a documentary in the background while he does a task that doesn't interest him so he won't get so bored he up and leaves.

Last but not least, he has trouble understanding social cues. This is absolutely not helped by how sheltered he is in the social department. Danny's part ghost, and ghosts don’t really lie. It's just not a thing they do. They are loud and honest with their intentions, no beating around the bush. Danny just doesn't understand why people aren't straightforward as well. Danny is very honest and says exactly what he means. I always find this ironic when reading the actual story, that the one person in the family (minus Alfred) that's good at communicating can't talk. This is something that becomes an issue with Bruce and his habit of not using his words to talk. I'd like to imagine that, in trying to set a good example for his youngest son yet, he’d realize the importance of communication, and how he communicates.

You could argue that a lot of these traits come from his trauma, and you're absolutely right. It definitely contributes to making some of these traits a lot stronger than before in this au as well. However, I don't want to just make it all a trauma response because then it sort of implies something is… wrong with him. That there's something to fix. And I don't want him to be treated like that. There's nothing wrong with him liking hoodies. There's nothing wrong with him not wanting to talk. There's nothing wrong with him loving space so much. Those are just a part of who he is. Everyone has quirks, and those are his. I don't want the batfamily to obsess with fixing him, or try to make him “normal.” I want them to accommodate his needs like they do for everyone else in the family. I want them to accept him, and his flaws, like a normal person. Not look at him like he's broken. After everything, he deserves a family who accepts him, chirps and all.

Tldr of the last paragraph: making everything a trama thing makes people sad and want to help “fix” him instead of treating him like a normal person. I aint having that in my au so even if he wasn't hurt the way he was, he would still act like this. There's nothing wrong with Danny, he just needs to be accommodated for and treated like a normal person.

Bonus: close up and flat colors (idk if you can even see them but I am way more proud of those eyelashes than I have any right to be)

[toadallyspice]

Modern AU headcanon: Jean’s Bear Hat

It all started when Jean’s mom retired and finally found herself with more time on her hands. After beginning a much needed declutter of her house, she found stacks and stacks of pictures documenting her darling boy’s life and decided to join a local scrapbooking circle.

While working on a page dedicated to Jean’s first snow day, an older woman with kind eyes asked about Jean’s bear hat.

“Oh, the hat? I actually made it for him when he was a baby.” She smiles, looking at the picture and remembering how he loved the hat so much he insisted on wearing it past the winter, into the spring, and only relinquishing it in the summer when it became too hot.

“I wish I had one of those this upcoming week, it’s supposed to be freezing,” the old woman commented while bundling herself in layers preparing to face the cold.

This may have been just a passing comment to some, but to Jean’s mom this sparked another idea. She went to the craft store the next day and bought some new crochet hooks and yarn, filling her free time with even more crafting.

“I’m so excited for you to open your gift!” She beamed, handing a gift bag overflowing with tissue paper to her son and pulling him in for a big hug.

“Thanks mom, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Of course I had to, you’re my favorite child.”

“I’m your only child.” Jean smiled, rustling through the tissue paper until he reaches the gift at the bottom of the bag.

His eyebrows quirk inwards as he feels the knit texture and pulls out his new bear hat.

“Do you like it? I made it for you, just like the one you had when you were a baby!” She says, her eyes lighting up.

“I… uh…” Jean nods his head. “I love it, thanks mom.” He pulls her in for a hug and gives her a kiss on the cheek, knowing that his friends are going to tease him relentlessly for wearing his new hat when they meet up later.

“Nice hat, Jean-Bear,” Eren snickers as Jean walks over to meet his friends, everyone chuckling at his newest accessory.

“Shut up, Jeager. I have to wear it, my mom just gave it to me.”

“My mom just gave it to me,” Connie says mockingly, joining in on poking fun at his friend.

Sasha pulls out her phone and snaps a picture with the flash going off right in Jean’s face.

“Cut it out guys. I know it’s dumb, but she would be really upset if I didn’t wear it so I have to. Just pretend I’m not wearing it.”

“That’s not as easy as you think it is,” points out Armin, earning him a high five from Eren.

A gust of wind rips through the air, causing everyone to shiver. “See?” Jean points out, “I’m the only one who’s still warm, so suck it.”

They go through the rest of the day, Jean pretending to be annoyed and purely wearing the hat as an obligation. Secretly though, he loved how special it was that his mom took the time to recreate his bear hat.

He also relished in having bragging rights the next week when all of his friends got sick from the weather but he remained perfectly healthy.

Thank you for reading! This is a little illustration turned headcanon. It was floating around in my mind with the weather being freezing these past few weeks.

Have a drawing suggestion? Leave an ask!

[cemetery-irises]

They need to do silly little crafts together for enrichment I think

absolutely actually

andrew i'm pretty sure knows like, the bare basics of sewing (assuming the patch on the back of his shawl thingy was done by him) but i dont think he actively sewed until luca made him glasses :3c i think emil in general would like making bracelets (assume the early 1900s varient of bead bracelets methinks) and the texture of yarn and luca would like drawing and knitting (he feels like someone who would be decent at a lot of things but inventing is where he really shines)

[fuwahua]

Familiar Faces

Ship: Zhongli/Childe

WC: 3677

Summary: Fluff. Zhongli picks up a doll that resembles his hubby in more ways than one!

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The first time Zhongli sees the doll, it hardly seems of any importance.

Granny Shan does an excellent job of filling her toy store for every child’s whimsy and merriment: her shop is always well-stocked with broad, colorful kites for the summer and hand-carved shovels and buckets for the winter snow. A collection of painted fans, glassy charms, and knitted dolls are a common sight at her stand.

It’s not that the doll is ugly, rather, it’s simple color scheme and small shape had it blending in with the bright bursts of colors and textures offered by the rest of her wares. His eyes had roamed over it as Granny Shan greeted him, gesturing to her more expensive display of clay figures and expensive shells woven into wind chimes, and it had simply faded from his mind.

The second time, however, he realized that this particular doll is quite different from the rest.

“Isn’t that one cute?” Childe’s voice warbled in his ear, bright and cheery, as hands pinched at his waistline teasingly. Zhongli flinched away from the attack, eye twitching, though he obliged to look. 

A small doll, little bigger than the palm of his hand, with exaggeratedly rounded features. A large, almost comically oversized head complete with orange felt hair and dull blue eyes embroidered onto the fabric greeted him. On closer inspection, Zhongli noticed that the doll’s chubby body was decorated with gray fabric.

His eyes trailed from the doll to Childe for a moment before he chuckled. “Ah, I see why you like it.”

“Right? Tonia would love it!”

Much to his surprise, Childe reached out not for the grey doll but instead a far more intricate one sitting besides it, with long black yarn locks and a simply fashioned silk hanfu dress. Childe grinned as he ran his hands over it, feeling the fabric. “She really liked the ones last time, and this one looks like it can handle some wear and tear.”

“That one is rather charming,” Zhongli admitted, though his eyes return to the doll he’d been staring at before. “However, wouldn’t you say this one is just as pleasing?”

His fingers closed around the dolls body to pick it up, curiously following Childe’s previous movements of pressing down on the fabric body to ascertain its quality. It felt plush, well-stuffed, and gave under his fingers with ease.

“A-Ah! W-whaha?”

“Childe?”

Zhongli nearly dropped the doll in surprise at his partners sudden shout. Childe’s shoulders scrunched up to his ears, visibly red, with one hand clamped around his mouth. Zhongli abandoned the toy to approach him, laying the back of his hand against Childe’s cheek. Warm.

“Are you alright? Perhaps we should retire to some shade,” Zhongli said. Childe took a moment before his hand dropped, though he still looked bewildered. As though somehow, within the mere two seconds Zhongli looked away, he’d been spooked by something.

Yet he felt nothing in the air. No Adeptal powers nor Abyssal presence. Zhongli frowned, then tempted to draw onto his geo power to check through the land but Childe recovered before he could.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Probably just been under the heat too long,” Childe said. He put the doll back down. “I’ll be back for that, Granny Shan! Keep it safe for me!”

She laughed at him, waving them both away. “Of course! I’ll see you both soon!”

It didn’t take long for them to retire to Wanmin for shade and food. Between an exaggerated story of Childe’s making about a debt collection gone wrong (“A hilichurls stole his mora, can you believe it!? I thought he was making it up but then I chased them down to a camp and they were just stockpiling these bags of mora in crates for some reason!”) and his own tales brought forth by the rich scent of Xiangling’s Adepti Temptation (“Have I ever told you about the origin of this soup?” “Yeah, but I’d like to hear it again.” “Of course, well…”), Zhongli found himself quickly preoccupied with other things.

Yet he finds himself at Granny Shan’s store the very next day. There, still standing in the same spot, is the familiar felt friend.

“Oh? Alone today, Zhongli?” Granny Shan greets. He hums, noncommittal; he’s long grown used to the merchant's gentle probing whenever he arrives at their stores alone. This time, however, he’d triple checked his wallet before arriving.

His hands close around the doll again as his chest squeezes tight. How could he simply dismiss the toy the first time? Indeed, the stitching of the hair and clothing is minimal, one may even say slightly childlike in its unevenness, but the colors and the detail work is charming. Cheerful and familiar.

It looks a remarkable lot like Childe.

Zhongli feels a smile pull at his lips as he affectionately pats the doll’s head. Childe seldom allows him to do so, often pulling away while whining that he’s not a child. Yet, within minutes, he’d always find his arms occupied once more with a clingy Harbinger looking for affection.

His fingers skate down the doll's body, curious. The gray top is sewn to the dolls head, meaning it cannot be removed entirely, but, similarly to Childe’s shirt, it can be opened nearly entirely to reveal flesh colored felt beneath. He pokes at the small blue heart embroidered onto the doll’s stomach. The fabric gives away easily under his finger, almost bouncing back once he retreats, and he pokes it thrice more before tucking the doll’s shirt back down.

“Oh?”

A curious noise escapes him as he stares at the doll’s face. He could have sworn that the eyes that stared up at him before were merely blank, the doll’s mouth a thin line (it had no nose, but he would not spurn Granny Shan for forgoing a simple detail on such a small piece). Now, however, the eyes appeared to almost crinkle at the ends, the mouth curved in a tiny smile.

He must have remembered wrong even if it’s hard for him to believe. How could he forget such an adorable expression?

Zhongli smiles back at the doll, completely won over by its charm. What a delightful toy.

“Granny Shan, I’ll take this one.”

-

There were few things that could sneak up on Tartaglia, eleventh of the eleven Harbingers, Her Majesty The Tsarita’s Vanguard, part-time Abyssal Herald. Those who could amounted to pretty much the other Harbingers, Her Majesty herself, and perhaps the other Archons.

But somehow, he must have been ambushed and poisoned. There was no other explanation for—

“W-waihahahahat! No, nohahahahaha not there!”

The sudden tickling sensations that would crawl up his body.

Childe slammed his hands over his mouth again as he bent over feebly to protect himself from the invisible perpetrator. Nearly an entire day in his office, forced to do paperwork by Ekaterina after she’d lectured him for half an hour straight on the overdue documentation due to the Qixing, most of which he’d been distracted.

Not even of his own doing! He could cry if not for the laughter freely flowing from his lips, yelping when the sensation drew in closer to his navel again. 

“Eeek, coohohohome ohahahahahan!”

Whoever had ambushed him clearly knew him well. Childe’s eyes scrunched up as he barely bit back a shriek as the fingers dipped into his belly button, mercilessly wriggling around despite how he clawed at his stomach to dislodge them. It was, of course, pretty much useless.

Yes, that’s right. No matter how he thrashed or protested, the feeling didn’t go away. Mostly because despite him swearing that it felt like long fingers making their way up and down his torso, every time he opened his eyes he’d find nothing. No hands, no floating fingers, and no marks on his body where nails would be.

What was the strangest possible thing, however, is that the moment he’d begin to feel overwhelmed, the tickling would stop. And it wouldn’t start up again, despite how paranoid he was about it, until he was back to being bored to death doing paperwork.

It was almost as though the weird thing harassing him knew how he felt at any given time. Only, instead of giving him a fight to distract him, it opted to tickle him instead.

“Haha… ahh… what is happening?”

Childe collapses with a groan as the sensation faded, rubbing at his stomach and, again, sees absolutely no sign of anything on his skin.

He had to have gone stir crazy. He stares at the remaining paperwork on his desk, a tower high enough to scare most men, and sighs.

Maybe Ekaterina would let him bring it home. 

-

“I’m back!”

“You’re home early.”

“What, you didn’t miss me?”

“I ached every moment we were apart,” Zhongli chuckles as Childe flushes charmingly at his words. Despite the others fondness for teasing him with such quips, he’d never quite been able to handle Zhongli returning his affection in kind. Surely he’d simply have to continue spoiling Childe until he would. “Of course I missed you.”

“You tease,” Childe accuses with no heat. He kicks off his shoes before stumbling into Zhongli’s arms, sighing happily. 

“I’ve hardly done anything.”

“That’s why you’re a tease.”

“I highly doubt—A-Ajax!” Zhongli trembles as fingers begin to prod at his side, a now familiar sensation. Childe so often loved his tickle fights and his most frequent target these days was his lover. “Stahahap!”

“I don’t know,” Childe groans, drawing out the word as though painful despite how his fingers quicken their way downward. Zhongli’s giggles kick up a pitch as he squirms, hands catching Childe’s wrists before they can descend onto his hips. “It’s been a long day and I could really use some relaxing.”

“B-by tihahahahcklihihng mehehehe?”

“Yep!”

Incorrigible. Zhongli shakes his head as Childe presses forward. Truthfully, he could simply pry off Ajax’s hands with his superior strength, but playing like this always leaves Childe in a better mood. He does hunch however as the fingers nearly make it to his hip, only to bump into something.

Childe’s fingers still, surprise written all over his face before he grins. Cute, Zhongli thinks, staring as Childe pulls half away with a raised brow.

“Huh? Are you that happy to see me or something?”

“Wha… oh! Yes, well, I am, but no. I’d almost forgotten.”

Zhongli’s tickling-induced smile melts into something softer as he removes the doll from his pocket. Its rounded face is as sweet as before and he barely resists the urge to pinch its cheek.

“I saw this doll yesterday at Granny Shan’s store and was simply enamored by it. Don’t you think Nuitaru is adorable?”

“Nu-what?” Childe echoes. He squints at the doll. “You wanted this one? Not, like, something covered in lace or embroidered with five hundred year old threads? Or, oh, the felt is imported from Fontaine and the threads from Mondstadt, right?”

Were he a lesser man, Zhongli would roll his eyes hard enough to split Liyue. Instead he accepts Childe’s poorly disguised criticism with grace while cupping his hands around the doll almost protectively. “Nuitaru. He looks like you, does he not?”

Childe does not look convinced. He sighs, angling the doll this way and that, until he swivels its face back into his view.

“Ah, I have yet to show you the magic of this toy. There is a hidden charm, you see.” Though still skeptic, Childe’s expression smoothes out in curiosity as Zhongli cradles the toy. How could he have forgotten?

Matching dull blue eyes stare up at him, one pair Childe’s and one pair Nuitaru. He lifts the shirt of the doll, ignoring Childe’s mock gasp of how scandalous, to point at the small blue heart embroidered.

“This doll has a special function to change its expression! It already is lovely,” Zhongli huffs as Childe rolls his eyes, “but it will smile if you touch this heart repeatedly. Like so.”

He brushes his finger against the blue heart, gently swiveling around the shape, just as Childe screeches in his ear.

“WahAHAHAIT! Nahahahahaha ahahahgahahain!“

“Ajax!”

Zhongli stares, dumbfounded, as Childe’s arms snap to his stomach, curling over in laughter. His love’s face is squeezed tight as he guffaws, shaking his head slightly. He nearly drops Nuitaru in surprise only to catch the doll quickly, squeezing its torso tight and securely, and Childe’s knees buckle as he collapses to the floor in his giggles.

“What is so funny? Is everything alright?” 

“Ehehehehe, it just ahahaha!” Childe’s words dissolve into laughter as Zhongli joins him on the floor, tugging him close to lay his head against his shoulder. Childe doesn’t feel warm and he certainly displayed no signs of illness when he first walked into the door. His giggling only lasts a few more seconds before it peters out.

“Ajax?” Zhongli asks again. Worry lingers in his voice. “Are you alright? Why were you laughing?”

Childe’s cheeks color attractively as his eyes turn away from Zhongli. But between the two of them, Zhongli has always had infinite more patience and it doesn’t take long for Childe to begin fidgeting in place of the silence.

“Okay, okay,” he grumbles. “Promise me you won’t laugh though.”

“Why would I?” Zhongli replies. A frown makes its way to his face, tense. “Is someone making a mockery of you? Who are they? What do they dare say—“

“No, no! Nothing so serious, jeez.” Childe interrupts, rolling his eyes. He relaxes after a moment, sighing. “It feels really silly now that you jumped straight into public harassment.”

With the hand not holding Nuitaru, Zhongli reaches up to squeeze Childe’s other hand. “Your troubles will never seem silly to me.”

There’s that familiar flustering of Childe’s face at his words. Zhongli smiles, biting back the urge to chuckle affectionately; Childe didn’t want him to laugh, after all. 

“Well, okay, it just, well, it.” How odd for Childe to stumble over his words like this. He watches his love’s face grow redder with every passing second until Childe groans miserably and covers his face entirely with both hands. “This whole day, I couldn’t focus at work.”

“Hardly surprising.”

“It wasn’t my fault today!“ Childe protests. “I tried to focus, okay, but I couldn’t because-because—“

“Because?”

Another groan, longer and most exaggerated than the last. A singular blue eye peeks out from behind his fingers to Zhongli.

“This whole day, it felt like someone was t-tickling me. Like,” Childe shakes his head, turning away. His ears are stained red with embarrassment. “I couldn’t focus at work because all of a sudden, it was like someone snuck up and just started tickling me. Like a ghost? And it was random! You never knew when it would start so I waited to find the culprit but it always stopped really quickly, okay, maybe a little too quickly, just like now, and—“

“Just like now?” Zhongli repeats. Only he and Childe were in his room and the only tickling done was at his expense at Childe’s hands.

“Yeah,” Childe says. “When you were showing your new toy, it just, I don’t know, started up again.”

His new toy… oh! In the commotion, he’d quickly forgotten Nuitaru. Well, in fairness, he’d gotten the doll mostly due to how it resembled Childe, and now that Childe was right here, he could hardly be blamed for being distracted by his love instead.

Zhongli raises Nuitaru from the floor, smoothing out its fabric, when he stills.

Thus far, he’d seen the doll share two faces. One of neutrality, with dull eyes and a thin, straight lip, and the other of joy, with crinkled eyes and a charming smile.

Right now, however, the doll’s face, previously simply a beige felt, appears almost pink. Its eyes are squeezed tight as though embarrassed and its mouth tilted in a mimicked pout.

It almost certainly resembles…

How curious. 

“Zhongli? What’re you thinking about?”

He hums. “Ajax, do you feel anything right now? Any tickling?”

Childe averts his eyes again but he does pause to consider it. After a moment, he hums. “Nope. Nothing right now.”

“Then,” Zhongli probes, “what about now?”

With the same hand holding the doll, he nudges the grey fabric back up and thumbs the blue heart. Instantaneously Childe shrieks as his face scrunches up in surprised laughter.

“Whahaehehehehe!?”

A smile splits Zhongli’s face as he watches Childe collapse against him, arms holding tight around his waist as he laughs. “What does it feel like?”

“I-it ehehehehhe tihIhihHICKLEHEHEHEES!”

He moves his fingers away from the blue heart, opting to squeeze the doll’s plush body instead. “Hmm, I suppose it does.”

“Whahahahat do you ehehehe mehehaahahahan!?”

Interestingly, Childe’s laughter softens once he moves away from the heart, though he continues squirming and giggling regardless of where Zhongli prods Nuitaru. A swipe on the doll’s sides earns him a sweet smattering of giggles, a poke on its underarms grants him a snorting protest, and back down to its tiny, stubby feet leads to an absolutely adorable sight of Childe kicking out his legs as he curls up against Zhongli in an attempt to muffle his laughter against his shirt.

He’s so close, fitting comfortably in his arms, that Zhongli can hardly resist the patch of exposed skin lingering so close to his hands. He places Nuitaru on the floor gently, eyes sparkling when he catches the doll’s smiling face once more, before curling his fingers against Childe’s sides.

“Forgive me for my curiosity—tell me, does this feel the same?”

“W-waaHahahait! ZHOHOHAHAHANGLIHIHIHI!“

Childe redoubles his squirming with effort now, pushing away at Zhongli’s probing hands; yet, much to his delight, the famed Tartaglia is truly not trying all that hard to get away. If anything, Childe begins to sag in his giggling after hardly a minute of protest, surrendering sweetly to the tickling and giggling into his ear.

“Do I resemble your ghost now?” Zhongli asks.

“N-nahahahahaha! Nahahahahat at all ehehehHahahaha!“

He stills, surprised. Not at all? Thus far it appeared perfectly that every touch on Nuitaru’s body resulted in one on Childe’s, and likewise Childe’s expressions would appear, though simplified, on Nuitaru’s. 

“Why not?” Zhongli prods, almost upset with the revelation. “What’s different between us?”

Childe squints at him through his giggles, debating, before a hand grasps at his wrist and tugs it lower. Zhongli watches himself be dragged from Childe’s exposed side to his stomach until Childe lets go, face red.

“Ahaha… the ghost always got me… here.”

Zhongli blinks, freezing entirely at the unspoken question lingering in Childe’s eyes. He’d always assumed based off Childe’s tendency to scream and protest every time he so much as retaliated during their tickle fights that Childe wasn’t the fondest of the activity. Yet now, watching Childe almost eagerly scoot closer, he was certain that he was wrong.

Childe had complained that the ghost tended to stop a little too quickly. Who was he to disappoint his lover?

“Here?” Zhongli pokes at his stomach, dragging his fingers upwards in slow, lazy circles. Childe bursts into giggles once more, high and panicked, as he instinctively tries to curl up. “Is this where the ghost tickled you?”

“Y-yehehehEhEHEHE! Sloahahahaaw down!”

“I can, if you really wish for me to.” His fingers slow to a lingering scratch, just lightly crawling along Childe’s skin, until he digs in at the curve of Childe’s waist to a shaky howl. “But I don’t think that would be very accurate to your ghost, now would it?”

Childe shakes his head, gasping and laughing. Zhongli hums as his hands wander. While Nuitaru was delightfully soft and small, there was so much more to Childe—hard-won muscles and a thin waist, the perfect amount of lower belly pudge and a, as he’s quickly discovering, particularly sensitive belly button.

The moment he hits it, Childe screeches in protest.

“OkAHAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHYNOKAHAHAHY!”

“Okay? Okay what?”

“ZhonhahahahaHEHEHEH! Too muHAHAHAHAHA!”

He hums as he scratches the rim of Childe’s navel a second longer, indulging in his frantic laughter, before coming to a stop. A teasing smile plays out on his face, charming, as Zhongli presses a kiss to the side of Childe’s red cheeks. “How was that? An accurate replication of the ghost?”

“Ehehehevil ghost.” Childe’s giggles slow as he takes in some much needed air, sagging against Zhongli. There’s a crinkle to his eyes, the same that he’d been admiring from Nuitaru all day, and Zhongli finds his heart squeezing tight.

“Did I go too far?” Zhongli kisses Childe again in apology, chuckling himself when Childe still laughs against his lips. An interesting sensation made no less sweet by the way their arms loops around each other.

“No,” Childe admits. “Though I sure hope you weren’t kissing your doll after torturing them.”

“That was hardly torture,” Zhongli says. He does, however, make a show of reaching over Childe to pick up Nuitaru and deliver a wet kiss to its cheeks. Much to his disappointment, unlike with the doll’s body, Childe doesn’t react to the kiss. “You don’t feel this?”

“Uh, should I?”

“It just resembles you so much. And you felt the tickling.”

“It doesn’t even look that much like me! My head is not that big.” Childe argues, faking upset. He watches Zhongli kiss the doll two more times before he ever so rudely knocks Nuitaru from his hands. Zhongli startles as Childe places his lips over his own, insistent.

When he pulls away, there’s a pout on his lips.

“Don’t kiss the doll when I’m right here.”

Ah. Zhongli feels himself grow red, cheeks hot, as Childe’s pout changes to a mischievous grin and a hand comes up to pinch his cheek. “Really? You’re getting embarrassed over that?”

He opens his mouth to retort (what could he say? That he’s so infatuated that every smile Childe sends his way has his cheeks warming, his heart squeezing?) only for Childe to kiss him again. And again, and again.

He’s so distracted he doesn’t even notice Nuitaru’s face has changed once more—to an expression smiling, pink, and so undoubtedly in love.

[leggerefiore]

Weavile!Cyrus's reaction to his S/O making little handicrafts with his shed fur? 🥺

cw: fluff, Weavile Cyrus

Cyrus felt confused after he saw you picking up some of his fallen for. Naturally, he tried to keep everything tidy and pick up after himself, but you seemed to notice it faster than him. He would have thought nothing of it had you taken it to the bin to toss it, yet you did not. No, instead, you put it into a basket. It was something he would normally look past, not having the urge to waste precious time and energy on such foolish things. But, he felt curious. Why? His fur was not something he felt was something worthy to be collected.

“What are you doing?” His voice was low and quiet, with the usual tone of complete seriousness. You jumped at his sudden closeness.

“Cyrus!” your voice held a slightly upset tone, “I was collecting some of your fur.” The Weavile hybrid cocked a brow up. That was actually what you were doing. Why? He simply could not understand why you would do such a thing. You let out a sigh. “I know, I know, this seems like it's going into scary hair-collecting obsessive lover, but I'm actually using it to make yarn,” you explained awkwardly, “It's really good at holding in warmth so it's been good for handling the cool weather around the time of year.”

Somehow, you had managed to bewilder him even more. Yarn? You were using it to make things? He felt confused. “… You've made things?” Cyrus finally asked, allowing himself this simply curiosity. You nodded eagerly in reply and walked over to a draw beside the couch to pull out something. He stared at the dark blue gloves in your hands.

“Yep! This is one I finished, but I actually am working on a cap right now, and I'm trying to collect enough for a scarf, too,” you smiled at him. Something odd panged in his heart at the thought of you wearing his fur. He had always despised his status as a hybrid and was simply annoyed by all the set-backs being one had granted him. His fur especially was something that caused immense distaste within him. You, however… You wearing something made from his fur made him feel oddly warm inside.

“… I see,” he nodded. There was no point in stopping you. Hobbies were healthy, after all, and it seemed like a good way to prevent his fur from being entirely useless. “Are you attempting to subtly ask me to give you my fur sheddings?” Cyrus stared at you.

“Please,” you begged him suddenly, catching one of his hands in between your own, “Your fur is just such a pretty colour, and I love its texture…” He sighed. There was no way he could tell you no when you looked at him with such pleading eyes.

“Do as you will,” Cyrus turned away from you to recover himself, “… I'll leave my shedding around the house to you.”

Your big, warm smile nearly melted him. Unfortunately, the sudden heat consuming his body was probably dangerous for an ice-type.

~

“I'm going to make you a sweater,” you later told him.

“… Wouldn't that be redundant? My fur already covers my body.”

“You shiver.”

“Must you bring that up?”

“Fine, I'll cuddle you constantly instead.”

[lonita]

Art Attack

Starting with A, spend each week exploring a different form of art that starts with that letter. Spend two weeks on each, given there’s 26 letters, or just keep cycling through the alphabet. X is a pick-your-own week since the options are thin for that letter.

Some options:

abstract art, abstract expressionism, acrylic painting, alabaster carving, animation, assemblage, audio art, batik, blackout art, block printing, book embellishments, bookbinding, brush lettering, calligraphy, cartooning, ceramics, collage, coloured pencils, comic books, composing, contemporary art, crochet, decalcomania, digital art, doodling, dot art, double exposure photography, drawing, Ebru, embroidery, engraving, ephemera arts, erasure poetry, etching, felting, fibre arts, filigree, film-making, finger painting, folk arts, frescos, glass arts, glazing, gouache, graffiti, graphic design, grisaille, hand lettering, hatching, henna tattoos, hieroglyphics, illustration, impasto, impressionism, India ink, ink blots, ink wash, inlays, installation art, intaglio, jewellery making, junk art, kinetic art, kintsugi, knitting, landscape painting, landscapes, leatherwork, letterpress, lino printing, macrame, marbling, metalwork, mixed media, mosaics, music, needlepoint, oil painting, non-representational, op art, origami, outsider art, paint skins, paper cutting, paper making, paper marbling, papier-mache, pastels, photography, pottery, printmaking, quilling, quilting, raku, recycled art, relief printing, resin art, resist painting, sand art, scratch art, screen-printing, sculpture, sewing, sound art, stickers, string art, surrealism, textiles, texture, tie-dyeing, tile arts, traditional crafts, upcycling, urban art, video art, visual poetry, watercolour painting, weaving, wire arts, woodworking, writing lyrics, Xerox art, xylography, yarn art, yarn bombing, zine making

[0xeyedaisy]

hi! i’ve been struggling trying to figure out how to draw red guys string? hair? stringhair and i was wondering if you knew any tips? you dont have to share them if you dont want to, im just kind of deseperate to figure this out at this point

Well, usually when I draw his hair I start w/ the outer shape of it, then I'll add lines on the inside that are supposed to be the strings, and then I'll add these details that I guess are like the texture of yarn

I gave two examples, one with more poofier hair with thicker strings, and one more close to canon with thinner strings, hope this helps!