#haven't done a fully rendered piece in a long while

[chiliger]

The things we could have been.

(Art for my Multiverse AU)

[vryfmi]

happy talk shop tuesday!! (´♡‿♡`) how long does it usually take you to work on a piece (whether it's a sketch or more of a fully-rendered/finalized piece)? also are you a one-layer artist or a million layers artist for digital art?

im very very slow with art (:

if im just sketching some silly ideas, usually they don't take too long and i dont care much about them (but i also dont post them lol), about an hour or so. more refined sketches take over an hour depending on how complex im going. full render (which i haven't done in a while since bigbang and zine) takes well over few weeks because working on one thing for too long tires me way too much. plus render is hard. on current multi-piece illustration that im sooo close to finishing i started working back in march, but first one i've done in about a week and others got put on a shelf up until end of july, i think. so yeah, im not fast

for the second question, i do everything on separate layers, my files have over 100 layers and i barely delete old ones. i also got a habit of drawing in one file multiple drawings. i have like 10+ files looking like this:

[id: a preview of a clip studio file with a lot of drawings on top of each other./end id]

[zakubabbles]

I still need to find a way to make money. Traditional commissions are iffy since I'm running out of markers and have no way of replacing them. So colored work is kinda out the window. I do not feel skilled enough to offer watercolor, acrylic, oil, or color pencil work. Could relearn graphite pencil and inking?

Digital is easier. Don't know how much longer that will last either, but should probably take advantage of it while I still can.

But not fully colored and rendered pieces.

That takes up way too much time and not monetarily worth it. Also, exhausting both mentally and physically.

Maybe just sketch commissions? That could work either traditional or digital. Less expensive too. Easier to produce.

Though I haven't done that in a long long time and am out of practice.

"But they're sketches, what's so hard about that?"

LISTEN. It's very difficult for me to draw fast, decently, and not over do it, or worse, under do it.

Doll face-ups? I don't think I'm up for doll commissions right now. I want to be up for it, but am not. :/

god i'm so tired i barely have the energy to stay awake

[pqrachel]

New Year's Resolutions

I don't really know what to put here, but I felt like writing something just to have it down, so here goes... I haven't done formal resolutions in a while but why not right??

For art there's the stuff I've already posted on here: I want to keep up the trend of 4 days of sketches posted on here every week as a minimum. The best of these will be posted to bluesky as well, which I've already started. And any supporters on Patreon can commission a sketch once a month as well, these sketches will be recapped on Patreon as well. There's also gonna be one fully rendered piece every other week, which can be voted on by supporters as well. I want to keep that schedule going for as long as I can, hopefully through the entirety of the year, but I don't want to promise a full years worth of anything because there's always some complication, but I'm trying to commit to at least a season of that schedule, so Jan-Mar. I kind of also want to get more engagement on my art, bluesky's been great at that but I think maybe finding some art communities could be helpful as well. (Tumblr's fun but there's almost no interaction from followers, at least for me.) Since I'm trying NSFW art now, I kind of also want to see if a strip game format could work, I just worry that I'll get no engagement but I want to try that at some point, since it seems fun.

https://www.patreon.com/pqRachel

https://bsky.app/profile/pqrachel.bsky.social

Moving off of art though, I need to start earning some actual money. I've been trying YouTube and some small gig stuff but I think get an actual paying job is probably my biggest resolution. I hate having to work, I just get so overwhelmed so easily, but it's unfortunately becoming a necessity. I'm also gonna go back to tracking all my money, I want to be able to see where it's going and assure myself I don't get fucking scammed like I did this year, fucking BS hidden subscriptions for something I bought.

For fun stuff, I want to visit my friends more. It's been a bit of a lonely year and I miss them. It's mostly just they live too far away or are having financial issues themselves and are stuck working and/or being exhausted from working, so it's not like anyone's fault but still I want to see them more. It's weird, for like all of my life friends have been there when family hasn't and but since my dad died but mostly recently family's been there a bit more now that friends haven't been as central to my experience. But yeah the lonely year's been hard emotionally and mentally.

And to not end on a sad note, gaming. I've been playing a lot of games this year, and even though I have a lot of time to game I want art and finding a job to take priority. That being said: I want to get better at Trackmania, keeping the trend of improving every season going; Marvel Snap I don't have any specific goals for but I do want to keep playing for a while; I want to beat expert mode Terraria, I'm in hardmode and enjoying it so far; for upcoming games there's Rivals 2, The Bazaar, Horizon Forbidden West (for PC), and a few more that hopefully will be released in 2024, all of which I look forward to playing and enjoying. And for my game, I've kind of lost motivation, art and playing games have been more fun than developing a game with practically no following, so while I'd like to work more on that right now I just don't care to.

[bollur]

Hey! I’m so happy their is a person writing Vox x reader stuff , I’ve been looking everywhere for someone! Do you think you can write a smut about you a Percy, like maybe he goes all demonic on someone who hurt you and then.. ya knowww….

a/n: this is trash. i haven't done this is so long. please excuse me while i respectfully excuse myself off the face of this godforsaken account and go take a cold shower. no beta, dont stop me, i wanna die like the alpha im not. warnings: well, it's smut. it kind of is what it is. a bit dark(??sobs). drown in a sea of lust. does it count as a warning when i tell you i had to take a step outside and get some breath air in the middle of writing it????

Someone once tried to give you a wise piece of advice that you tried to carry with you throughout life but given at such a young age, you never put much thought into it. It is stored in the back of your mind, labeled as useless knowledge. You knew though, that one day a situation would come along and you'd come to think on it, but fuck all above did you ever think it would be like this.

Some situations were left better to the matters of the heart in being dealt with, others the experienced mind to work through important decisions ... but as you were granted no time to fully absorb what was happening around you – a deafening bang, a warmth splattering your face as the pressure of a knife was removed from your throat – you had no idea what was needed to handle this situation.

There was no secret to who just blew this man’s existence out of this world, but if the shock had in fact rendered you clueless despite the multiple gunshots that followed to the immobile body, the black smoke that brought a fullness to your lungs and a strangle prickle along your flesh, assured you immediately. It was not with kind hands that you were picked up from the ground, nor was it Jade-colored eyes looking at you in worry that you gazed into.

"What were you thinking?" disobedience was no longer a luxury your health could afford at the moment and you'd do well to remember that – not that your mind could properly comprehend anything beyond the corporeal tendrils twisting around your body, the rich garnet liquid that began to stain your boots and the husked voice hanging low in the air.

The trembling fingers at the back of your neck bit into the skin, forcing your frontalis to stay pressed against the wall. You couldn’t see behind you, but if the heat you felt from that molten gaze didn’t tell you not to move a fucking inch, surely the hips pressed into the plush of your clothed ass wouldn't even allow you to. You were drawn taut like a bow, and every nerve under your skin was itching to be plucked.

You can taste it on your tongue, immersed in whatever heatwave of your emotions were taking away your ability to think straight, because you should not be quivering and raggedly breathing from this situation alone. Perhaps it was the shade billowing from his being, casting some kind of spell on you that left you feeling hazy, breathless, and dumb. Maybe it was the daunting fact that the idea of someone's hands on you, especially threatening, was enough to tip Percy over the very edge.

If that didn't make your heart stutter, you deserved that man to end your life. Not that the corpse in the corner of the room was even the last thing on your mind right now.

His question still hung in the air, but there was very little hope of a coherent word leaving your mouth right now without sounding absolutely pathetic. You were a mess from the mixture of these situations – dazed, breathless and overwhelmed.

Suddenly your world spun, the hand on your neck loosening and sliding to rest on your sternum, and that's when you finally met that melting amber that caused your soul to smolder. "You could have died, you ... " visible was the sudden short-circuit in his train of thought, the pressure on your collar bone to hold you in place lightened, but the adrenaline pulsing through you did not. The abyss in his left sclera began to burn away, the color of innocence and fresh fern taking its place, a deeper reality settling in between you both. " ... could have ... I'm sorry."

If a world even existed outside of this building, you wouldn't have known – no sun reaching your heads left even the air thick and unnatural, but as the tips of your fingers brushed along his cheek, you saw your world molded against your form created perfectly for you. "But, I didn't," Percy's' breath hitched, the shadows around beginning to dissipate, the man in front of you coming back down from the terror of emotions he had been chasing and instead you guided him to chase your parting lips. "I'm right here."

You practically purred as his hands grasped at you desperately, needing purchase as your teeth clicked, suddenly presenting a bruising amount of passion to one another. Wandering hands raked their nails along the span of your waist before gripping tightly, a leg slipping between yours and shifting upwards. There was an unspoken promise in the way you allowed his tongue to swirl into your mouth and it began to imitate the wanton actions to occur later, followed by your hips rutting along his thigh and pulling a whimper that he greedily swallowed up.

Breaking away from such an intoxicating kiss could have cleared the carnal desire that clouded your mind as your lungs greedily took in oxygen, but it was the sturdy grinding of Percy's thigh that kept you teetering on the edge of bliss, and you couldn't help your parietal thudding against the wall followed by a breathy encouragement. You were melting in his hands, a breathless mess as he trailed his lips down your neck, dipping his tongue into your collarbone, tasting the light sheen of sweat that began to coat your skin. "Percival, please," you choked, moving your head to thud it once more in building frustration, hands threading through his soft hair and lightly tugging.

"Yes, yes, darling – " a teasing coo, bathing the junction of your neck in trails of fire, following a rasped: " I want you to feel my name burning on your skin for days." then began the dance of undoing pesky buttons and ties, and if he had his way in moments like this, you'd never have another article of clothing he'd have to deal with again. The thought fueling him on, his thigh pressing rougher, and how beautiful you look – bare chest heaving in the soft candlelight that illuminated the small room, flushed skin all for him to explore, lips parted, eyes fluttering filled with such intense need he would allow himself to drown in it.

There wasn't a surety in the hazy warmth in your mind can you recall the exact moment you lost your pants, only when your fingers shakily fumbled with his, and the way he simply watched you in a blissful daze, hands teasing and grasping as they trailed around your form to keep spurring you on. But when he was finally free from his restraint, you couldn't have begged more pathetically with a string of yes, yes, yes's as his strong hands lifted you up, crushing his hips with your trembling thighs. "Look at you," he breathed, gently rubbing circles into your thighs, hungry eyes devouring all he could see before settling where your bodies were to meet. "Relax." but his gentle words clashed with the sudden change in grip he held, one last beg from your mouth and all resolves broke.

All you and Percival had to offer each other were a mixture of choked mewls, wanton moans, deep seated growls, and the desperate sound of snapping hips, a beautiful rhythm set as he buried himself into you again, again, again in a way that kept your back arched for more. Your fingers and scraping nails sure to leave marks on one another as lingering reminders of what is sure to transpire again very soon. But that would be then, and as he leaned back slightly to watch the way you lost yourself in the feeling of him meeting every spot perfectly, this was now ... and now he couldn't help but admire just how lucky he was.

It was with a tender kiss to your chest did the boiling in your blood finally overflow, an overwhelming spark causing you to cry out and pulse around him uncontrollably, pulling him to follow suit, a once beautiful rhythm to falter until you both sat spent and nestled into one another. Percy ghosted his lips around your neck, your shaking hands holding on as you both came down from a marvelous high, sitting a few moments in a relished calm. "I love you so much," he murmured along your jaw, the tickling sensation causing you to giggle, but then his face suddenly twisted up in a grimace as he shifted slightly, coming back to reality as he felt a very disgusting stickiness on his shins and other undesired places. "But if we don't move now, I will vomit on you."

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

I sent this on mobile so sorry if it's a duplicate, but I haven't seen it yet so I think it might not've gone through. Drabble request: TWW, post-series, domesticity preferably with kids, but also some career stuff, ship/character pairing of your choice

Okay, this is so not a drabble :) but it was fun to write! Borrows from these headcanons I accidentally created that one time.

1,500 words of Josh/Donna fluff, with an appearance from Zoey Bartlet and references to several other characters. Also on AO3.

He’d learned long ago to pick his battles, though, with two little girls who had inherited their mother’s fighting spirit. When their favorite bedtime story became “the time Mommy blew up” he knew he was in for trouble.

Fighting with his tie as he came downstairs, Josh found his daughters sprawled on the couch.

“Remember, Zoey’s coming over to babysit today.”

“Yes!” Jo high-fived her little sister, beaming at Josh. “She promised next time she was gonna teach us how to flip a grown man over our shoulder.”

He paused on his way into the kitchen, turning slowly to face them. “Seriously? That’s not just a funny joke you guys are practicing to scare your mom with?”

“Dad.” Charlotte rolled her eyes at his lameness. “It’s totally safe. She learned it from her bodyguards.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He’d learned long ago to pick his battles, though, with two little girls who had inherited their mother’s fighting spirit. When their favorite bedtime story became “the time Mommy blew up” he knew he was in for trouble.

Or maybe he’d already figured that out, the moment Brianna Joan first blinked up at him with her pale eyelashes and deep brown eyes. A world of trouble–realizing that he was a father now, that nothing would ever be the same.

“Mom,” Jo yelled, making him wince at the assault on his eardrums. She had her mother’s lungs. “You want us to be able to kick butt, right?”

Donna stood in the kitchen doorway, half-dressed for her morning meetings but still in her pajama shirt while she cooked. “I feel like that’s a trick question,” she answered, regarding the three of them. “Come eat your waffles, girls.”

“What about me? Don’t I get waffles?”

“That depends,” she replied. “Are you going to be able to make our lunch date today?”

“Come on, it’s not like I make a habit of missing–”

“The last three, Joshua,” she argued, cutting him off. “You had to reschedule the last three.”

He held up his hands in defense. “I know, I know. I’m sorry! I would’ve much rather met you for lunch than gotten stuck with lawyers from K Street.”

“Yeah, well, CJ and I are meeting with senators today and the Belgian ambassador. If I can make lunch, so can you.”

He crossed to the doorway and kissed her. “I’ll be there.”

“Good. Then you get waffles.” She grinned at him when he leaned in for another kiss, and there was a chorus of booing from the kitchen table.

“Some of us are trying to eat,” Charlotte said.

“Anyway,” he told Donna, taking his seat and ignoring the peanut gallery, “I have a light day. Toby’s coming in, so I cleared most of my morning.”

“Well, that’s something, then. He won’t let you stand me up.” Donna brought over the last of the waffles and finally dug into her own breakfast. “What’s he up to?”

“He’s bringing Huck by.”

“Because fifteen-year-olds are really into campaign finance reform these days?”

Josh laughed. “No…apparently he told Andy that he’s aiming to go to Harvard. Toby wants me to talk him out of it.”

“Is Molly coming too?” Jo asked between bites. Toby’s daughter was the softball-playing, video-game-killing hero of their twelve-year old tomboy. While Charlie was artistic, with her mom’s dancer form, their eldest wouldn’t be caught dead in a tutu or at the piano.

“Sorry, kiddo, just her brother.”

No longer interested, Jo dropped her silverware onto her plate with a clatter. “Done. Thanks for breakfast, Mom.”

Donna swallowed and nodded. “Dishes in the sink, Jo.”

She was out and up the stairs before her sister had the chance to finish her own meal. Charlotte habitually moved at her own pace, daydreaming over her butter-drenched waffles as her parents talked around her.

“Which senators are you and CJ talking to today?”

“Texas and Arizona.”

“Fun…and Belgium?”

“Clean energy.”

“Right. How’s that going?”

She dipped the last of her waffle in syrup, keeping one eye on the clock. “About as well as can be expected. Looking at European models has been helpful, but it’s not like that gains us much traction in the South.”

“Well, I’m not sure anything would,” Josh pointed out. “They’ve dug their heels in pretty good against climate change.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

“Daddy?” Charlotte interjected. “Can I come with you to work?”

Donna raised her eyebrows at Josh, as surprised as he looked.

“Don’t you want to stay here and play with Zoey?”

“Not today…at school, they said Take Your Daughter to Work Day is next week.”

“Oh.” He stared blankly at Donna. Wasn’t that one of those made-up holidays, like the kind the President proclaimed that he used to mock? “Are you sure…I mean, wouldn’t you have more fun going with your mom?”

She beamed at Donna, all careless sweetness and light. “Nope. I wanna go with you. Can I?”

“Sure you can,” her mom answered. “Can’t she?”

Trapped, Josh tried not to panic at the idea of keeping his dreamy-eyed daughter entertained for an entire day full of politics. “Of course. Sounds great, honey.”

“Charlie, you’ve got ten more minutes until Zoey gets here,” Donna pointed out, now that that was settled. “If you don’t get going, Jo will have a head start at learning how to knock people unconscious.”

“Oh!” Rushing through her second waffle, their blue-eyed sprite leapt out of her chair. Charlotte’s pale ringlets bounced behind her as she ran back to the living room, forgetting to soak her dishes or properly be excused.

Donna sighed, and Josh smiled at her. Maybe manners were a work-in-progress, but just look at the beautiful little people they were raising.

“You know what this means, don’t you?”

She blinked. “What?”

“You’re gonna have to take Jo.”

“Good,” she replied, pointing her fork at him. “She’ll have a lot more fun with me than doing whatever Charlotte gets stuck with at your office.”

“Hey! My office is nonstop fun. Just last week, the President sent balloons to surprise Bram on his birthday.”

“Wow, balloons. I stand corrected.”

“I’m just saying, I can give our budding Warhol a painting app to play with and she’ll sit in a corner all day. Meanwhile, you’ll have a tiny lightning bolt on your hands while you talk to the Attorney General.”

“And I’m sure she’ll enjoy our daughter’s energy.”

“There’s about a fifty percent chance our daughter’s energy will end up setting something on fire.”

Donna took her plate to the sink. “She gets that from you.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

The door buzzed, and Donna went to answer it. Josh cleared the rest of the table while he listed to the clatter of feet racing back downstairs, and the commotion of the girls greeting their favorite sitter.

“You’ll teach us the flip, right, Zoey?”

“I drew you a horse! Come see.”

Donna’s laugh carried to where he stood. “Girls, let her breathe.”

Dishes soaking, he joined them in the living room. “Hey, Zoey. What’s on today’s agenda?”

“Oh, you know. Running with scissors, ice cream for lunch…the usual.”

“Right.” He smirked at President Bartlet’s youngest, now a rising star at the NGO his wife was running with CJ. “Well, just try to keep them in one piece, would you? They’ve got delusions of badass.”

“No delusions here,” she argued, tossing her hair back. “They are badass.”

“That, they get from me,” Donna told him, grinning. “Thanks for this,” she added in Zoey’s direction. “I’ll buy you lunch tomorrow after the conference.”

“No worries. You know I love your baby feminists.” Zoey wrapped an arm around Charlotte when the girl sidled up to her. “We’ll have a blast. Go focus on your world leaders–and tell CJ I’ll be in early tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Will do.” Donna turned toward Josh as the girls led Zoey upstairs. “Josh, your tie is a mess.”

“I wasn’t fully awake yet,” he protested, holding still as she leaned in to fix it.

“Yes, but you’ve been wearing a tie for decades,” she pointed out. “Shouldn’t you have the hang of it by now?”

“Why would I bother?” He asked with a smile. “If I could fix my own tie, you might stop doing it for me.” Josh took her hands in his and kissed the fingers that had successfully tidied it up.

“I’ve gotta head out,” he said reluctantly, catching a look at the clock behind her. “See you at lunch, Donnatella.”

“You better.” Her lips meeting his in farewell lingered just a little longer than necessary.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there. Really. After all, I got waffles.”

“Make it on time,” Donna told him with a sly grin, “and you’ll get something even better tonight.”

His eyes widened. “I’ll be early,” Josh promised, kissing her again before he left.

She headed upstairs to finish getting ready, humming happily to herself. There was still only one way to render Josh Lyman speechless, and it was her favorite thing in the world.

When he got a good look at the teddy and garters she’d picked up over the weekend, he was going to forget his own name.

Then he would make her forget hers.