#how to draw hands plz

[sogggyk]

his life is in ur hands don’t mess up ok

[kinos-fortress-2]

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sketches....

ok maybe i am a bit insane for them

[frizz-bee-2]

CORNY DCHKSDGPPGBR

[soullessseraphim]

Very bad shaky sketch because it's all I have for you today. I couldn't properly cook 😔😔😔

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

Rose in the Lucky Luciano "you know I had to do it to em" sidewalk

> Rose: Do it to em.

[cassketti]

Rm. Clementine..or cerise

[smellylettuce]

Look what Brian gave her! :D

(He actually didn't) (She stole it) (He's gonna beat the shit out of her when he finds her)

Felt like drawing her and trying out some new methods of drawing so we end up with this

[squuote]

I’ve definitely said this before but I will always enjoy ambiguous/non human narrator designs over every other design concept. I just think it leaves more room to get creative on how to portray him. Like yea human designs cool, but him trying to be and act human to better understand stanley is way more fun. go crazy with it yknow?

[strifezz]

Guys me a meitu are colabing like the hot babes we are (it's app btw) and yall let me tell u this is gonna help me improve so much like

[camping-with-monsters]

uhhhh. ummy ache :((((

[clover-the-awesomest]

Gotta show this to the super awesome and amazing physics teacher in my school I think he’d get a kick outta this

Simpatico merformers au part 2 haha

Oh, well. When I decided to touch quantum physics with a stick I really didn't expect to see real physicists im my reblogs ahahahahah mmmmm oh my fuckin god what am I doing I don’t have enough brain cells for this kfjvnvj

Anyway. Drawing them is fun. So I drew more~

Hey. Hey Chromedome. Do you have..do you maybe have some very specific mer in your mind to be concerned about? Hm? Maybe?

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[shalayce]

Boo!

[kitkat-cantdraw]

help how to draw hands

im drawing a picture, and its like my first drawing with somewhat correct anatomy, doesn anyone have tips on how to draw hands? like, specifically fists?

[sturnsluttz]

Let me~Chris Sturniolo ꣑ৎ

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After a shitty day all you want is your boyfriend Chris who’s wants nothing more than to make you feel better, especially if that means softly fucking you till you can’t move.

WARNINGS: Soft dom Chris x sub fem reader, established relationship, smut, p in v, fingering, oral-fem receiving, slow sex, gentle Chris, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it plz), aftercare

enjoy xx

You sat lazily across your bed, drained from an equally horrific morning, day at work and drive home. You had stained your last white work top, rushing out the door, been screamed at by your boss and when you thought the bad luck was over you nearly got rear ended on your way home.

As soon as you had arrived home all you wanted to do was cry your eyes out then call your boyfriend, Chris. You didn’t expect him to come over but you just wanted to hear his voice. Attempting to call and not cry you picked up the phone laying by your side, clicked his contact and it began ringing. You caught a faint glimpse of your reflection on the screen, Jesus, you looked rough. Quickly sniffing and wiping away the faint mascara stains off your face you recollected yourself before he answered.

“Hey ma” Chris talked through the phone enthusiastically, “Hey Chris” you responded, smiling to yourself at the goofy nickname. Chris sensed your dull tone immediately questioning if you were ok. “I had a really rough day, I didn’t mean to bother you, just wanted to hear your voice” you honestly admitted, “aww y/n I’m sorry, I’ll be right over, do you need anything while I’m omw?”

“Chris it’s ok you don’t have-“ you were cut off “No y/n tooo late, I’m leaving now” you giggled at his sassy response, “thanks” you huffed, “course ma”.

It wasn’t long before you heard a knock on your front door, you were too physically drained…and comfy to get up and open the door so you texted Chris to let himself up, but by the sounds of it he was already doing just that.

A glint of light hit you as your door was slowly cracked open. Standing there was Chris, with a sympathetic smile on his face, “hey y/n”. You didn’t know why, you were happy he was here but you began to feel that hot burning sensation in your eyes as a tear dripped down your now lowered face. “Shh sh it’s ok, I’m here” Chris spoke dropping his bag (presumably to stay the night) at the door and rushing to wrap his arms around you. He sat cradling you as you cried pathetically into his chest, squeezing him tight.

Chris held your shoulders lightly prying you away from him so he could see your face. You dropped your head to look at your twiddling thumbs, not wanting him to see you in such a state. “Hey baby, look at me” Chris spoke, lifting you head to look at him. You sniffled not even wanting to imagine how horrific you looked right now. “There’s my girl” Chris responded smiling at you, wiping away your tears and dripping snot shamelessly.

“Can you let me look after you ma?” Chris spoke softly, you nodded confused on what that ment but grateful nonetheless. He moved carefully from your comforting side, directing you to lay down. He adjusted around you comfortably laying next to you, drawing circles on your arm with his finger. Before you nearly nodded off to sleep at the calming sensation you felt a hand tap your hip, your gaze shooting down to meet his, “Can I take these off and make you feel good baby?” Chris said gesturing to your shorts with his eyes. You nodded back at him, helping him pull them down as he threw them lightly to the floor.

Chris stared in awe at your pink lace panties, toying with the waistband he glanced at you for permission and with a nod of your head they joined the pile on the floor. “So pretty” Chris praised, lowering himself between your legs, opening them. Your breath hitched at his new position squeezing your legs back together “it’s ok baby, let me see how wet you are for me”, you felt Chris’s breath on your thighs as he spoke sent light shivers up your spine. “Relax y/n, let me make you feel good” Chris whispered, reverting your legs back to their previous open position.

“Please” you muttered, your cheeks turning a dark shade of red, snapping Chris out of his admiration trance. “Of course baby” he responded placing a hand on your thigh. Chris inched closer to your heat, without warning placing a small kitten lick across your folds “mhm Chris” you whimpered at his touch somehow already sensitive. “I know baby, I know” Chris continued, licking up and down your slick, stopping to give a gentle kiss to your clit. He paused before carefully running a finger against your cunt “can I” he questioned before going any further. “Mm yes” you panted out, desperate for more of his touch.

Chris knew the control he had over you, he knew he could rail you to pieces if he wanted too. But he didn’t, he cared. All Chris wanted in that very moment was to take care of you. You felt his finger delicately enter you, your back arching him further into you. Strangled whimpers left your mouth as he began to pump his finger in and out of you. “Mfm-fuck—Chris” you moaned as he moved, “Mmore—please” you muttered. Granting your wish he added a second finger, his angel blue eyes locked on your contorted face as he continued pumping into you.

“Mm-Chris—Ddont stop” you chocked out, “I’m close”. His free hand lay holding your waist, the other still thrusting into your dripping pussy. “I won’t baby” Chris answered, and without slowing the pace of his fingers his tounge joined his fingers licking circles around your clit. Sweat beaded at your forehead as you felt your orgasm burn inside you, and without warning the knot snapped with a loud moan. Chris slowed his movements helping you ride out your high. Detaching his tongue from your swollen clit.

His face moved to meet yours, slowly pulling his fingers out of you in the process. His hands moved to hold either side of your face, kissing your lips. You could feel your own cum still on his fingers as they moved back down to reach under your shirt, squeezing your tits lightly. “Chris, I” you began “yeah” he replied, his eyes never leaving your face as he continued caressing your boobs. “I want you—“ you paused, “inside of me, not just your fingers” a light grin crept across his face as you spoke, “are u sure ma? I don’t wanna overstimulate you” he responded, care in every word. “I-im sure, I need you” you continued, your stomach fluttering with embarrassment.

Only second had passed before Chris’s pants and boxers grew the pile of the floor. He held himself over you while he pumped his length in his hand. Warm precum dripped onto your stomach before you felt his tip graze against your puffy folds. “You ready sweetheart?” Chris questioned, you nodded frantically as a reply, feeling his tip push into you. Your hands shot up to hold his waist for support, your nails digging into his soft pail skin “Mhmp—sorry” you apologised as the little red indents you left became visible “don’t be, I’ve got you” Chris whispered back. You felt his dick sink further into you, your insides stinging as you adjusted to him. “I’m halfway baby, you talk to me—tell me when you want more” Chris assured, so careful not to hurt you, “now” you exhaled while giving a light nod.

Chris finally bottomed out, his tip kissing your cervix “tell me when I can move baby” Chris says holding painfully still as his dick throbbed inside you. “Mfmm-uh-n—now” you whimpered back to him. Chris granted your wish as he began carefully thrusting in and out of you.

It wasn’t long before your pussy started to ache from overstimulation. Your previous organs hit you so fast and Chris’s dick was already inside you giving you no time to recover. You squirmed under him, his thrusts slowly rocking you back and forth. His speed picked up likely to chase his own orgasm, “C-Chris—mhm-sensitive rem-member” you reminded “sorry baby” his hips immediately slowed “your pussy just-uh-squezin me so—t-tight”

His thrusts continued at a much slower pace as your orgasm began to rebuild. Your pussy aching around him. “Mm-im c-close” you moaned. “Let it out gorgeous” Chris responded, and with that your orgasm hit you with a painfully guttural moan. A tear ran down your cheek as you tried to recover, Chris still thrusting deep inside of you.

“Mhmpf—C-Chris!” “T-too much” you cried, your thighs shaking from overstimulation. “I know ma-I-im sorry” Chris moaned into the crook of your neck, making your brain go fuzzy. “I’m so c-close I promise” he continued, you only whimpered in response before your insides were filled with that warm sticky sensation.

Chris panted loudly, trying to regain his composure “im so sorry baby” he spoke, his dick still holding his release inside of you. “You ok?” He asked, obviously concerned, you nodded tiredly in response as he let out a sigh of relief.

He pulled out of you, making you wince from overstimulation-him immediately apologising. The white liquid began to leak from your pussy onto your bed, “shit sorry ma, I’ll clean that up” Chris spoke. He stood up from the bed pulling his sweats back on, leaving to go get a towel.

A minute or two passed before Chris was back, with a wash cloth in hand. You attempted to get up but the shake in your now jelly legs prevented you. “Here, I gotcha” Chris chuckled, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. He sat you carefully on the edge of the cold bench, wetting the cloth with warm water. Chris leaned between your legs, your core still throbbing “im just gonna clean you up baby, I’ll be gentle” he spoke softly. You felt him wipe your thigh lightly, you shivering at his touch “too cold?” He questioned “no-it’s fine, thank you Chris” you assured him as he continued to clean you up.

You returned to your spot in his arms as he carried you back to your room, dressing you in your favourite pjs. “Chris why is there a white stain on my favourite sheets” you questioned looking at your bed, “whoops” Chris replied, a guilty look painted on his face which made you laugh. “This what happens when I let you look after me? You giggled at him, “maybe” he replied.

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LMK IF YALL LIKE THISSSSSS-it’s also not proofread so sorry if there are any mistakes😚😚

-ari xx

[jadenvargen]

If I want to study someone's art or style, how do I do that? Like where do you even start when looking at an illustration that they made 😭thank you!!!

Here’s stuff i think about. i don’t do that many style studies, so idunno how helpful it is! pls sound in tha comments if anyone has tips:) 

Pinpoint what stuff you like, and focus on that. Focus on technique rather than exact replication, for example ( just first thing comes to mind) if you like rostov’s disco elysium cover art and want to study it, don’t just repaint the image, find what’s key in the style. looseness, maybe? then, instead of copying the image with your technique, try to apply the same looseness. (feat. shitty 5 min sketch plz dont judge example of how i normally approax paintings, versus a study. ALSO not to say u CANT do this it's just how i would study, myself. )

That being said, don’t force yourself to make art decisions that feel unnatural to you. a lot of the time artists make decisions based on their weaknesses as well as strengths. I do very shaky, hatchy lineart because my hands are very shaky. I focus on painting what I* feel is important and fun. 

Instead of copying a style from a picture, look at a variety of pictures and find technique. For example a lot of people redrawing a screenshot in “sailor moon style” or “ghibli style” will draw… let’s say, an old man, looking like a usagi because that’s the screenshot they looked at, instead of watching what stylistic choices for example takeuchi made when stylizing an old man. So the “studies” end up homogenous. I personally find it unproductive to replicate a painting for purposes of study, but like focusing on individual elements. say you like egon schiele, replicating whole paintings at a time IMO isn't gonna do much, but maybe you can set out on a series where you sketch copy his hands or feet from different paintings, and then try stylizing your own hands the same way? Or maybe your fave artist draws moonlight like a blue stream, or a red one? Try applying only that light to your paintings.

You could also color pick or look at the colors they make and paint whatever you want with those same colors, to understand how they work together and what can be done with them.

Also, if you can, look at their influences! Everyone learns art by seeing others art. Chances are they saw art they liked and picked from there what elements they enjoyed. Looking at the inspiration can help make some of the techniques more obvious.

Basically focus less on copying(not that copying is bad- but not always helpful for studying), and more on what you like. If you find what you like, you can work from there and try to think about your own art from the same perspective.

IDK if this helps as i said, feel free to add onto^_^

[thegettingbyp2]

Can you do one where jasper and you are doing the deed and um he is scared to hurt you so he's going slow and you ask if he can faster and he completely ruins you.

Fem reader plz

Drink water take care of yourself and love yourself❤️

You Won't Hurt Me

Small whimpers and whines were escaping from your lips every time you felt Jaspers hips press against yours before he pulled back out, continuing his soft thrusts into you. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on the blonde strands to try to convey to him that you wanted him to take you harder and faster but all you felt in return was his feather light touch trail up your body.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the soft touches he gave you; his touches conveyed how much he cared about you after all. You just wished that sometimes he’d use a little more force with you.

‘Jasper,’ you whined softly, causing Jasper to quickly stop his movements and look down at you, concern written over his whole face.

‘Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?’ he asked, searching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain.

‘Everything’s fine,’ you insisted, cupping his cheeks in your palms as you ran your thumbs along his cheeks, trying to sooth the worry lines that were quickly appearing. ‘It’s just, I’m not going to break, you know?’ you said, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks, ‘you can go faster, harder if you want to.’

‘(Y/N), I can’t,’ Jasper replied, moving his hand off of your body to help prop his body weight up above you. ‘You know I can’t, if I were to hurt you I don’t know what - ’

‘You won’t hurt me,’ you pressed, pulling your body up until your chest was pressed against his and his arm wrapped around your waist to support your body against his. ‘I know you, I trust you, there’s no way you could ever hurt me.’

‘You really believe that?’ he asked quietly, conflict warring in his eyes.

‘Of course, I do, and I know, deep down, that you believe it too,’ you mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, ‘I love you.’

Those three words seemed to be the key. The second you uttered those words, Jasper deepened the kiss, kissing you harder than he had all night. He lowered you both down until your back was pressed against the soft bed as his lips began their descent down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin slightly, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through your body. His hips began to move again, speeding up until you were pretty sure that your hips were going to be bruised with the way he was slamming against you.

Jasper’s eyes had turned almost black as he looked down at you, his fingers tightening their grasp on your waist as he marvelled at the loud moans he was now managing to draw from your lips.

‘So beautiful,’ he murmured, his Southern accent thick. Smirking slightly to himself, as he took in the sight of you laying beneath him, your hair fanned out like a halo on the pillow around you and your eyes closed in bliss, your lips parted in pleasure. Jasper’s hand trailed down your body to rub tight circles against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. ‘Look at me, (Y/N),’ he crooned in your ear and your eyes fluttered open. The pleasure filled tears that were threatening to fall down your cheeks making your eyes sparkle. ‘Is this what you wanted, hmm? Wanted me to fuck you so well that I made you cry?’

You nodded breathlessly, his name escaping your lips in a small whimper that had Jasper grinning down at you as his hips began to stutter against yours and his fingers sped up on your clit. ‘I’m close baby, are you going to cum for me?’ he whispered against your lips, grinning when he felt your legs tremble around him.

‘Yes,’ you gasped as a moan wracked your body and Jasper gave your clit a light flick that had you falling over the edge, Jasper following soon after as he felt your walls contract around his cock.

Pulling out gently, Jasper took a moment to take in your breathless state, slightly proud of himself until his eyes fell upon the finger shaped bruises that now littered your waist and hips. You jolted slightly at the feel of his cold fingers tracing the marks he had left behind and he was quick to pull away from you, scared that he’d hurt you.

‘I’m so sorry,’ he mumbled, not tearing his gaze away from your marked skin. You followed his gaze down and realised straight away what he was trying to apologise for.

‘I’m not.’

‘You’re not?’

‘No. Jasper you didn’t hurt me so there’s nothing to apologise for. You did what I asked you to and it was amazing.’

‘Really?’ he asked, hope clouding his vision as he looked into your eyes.

‘Yeah, besides, I kind of like the bruises. It means I’m yours.’

Jaspers eyes darkened once again at your statement. ‘Well in that case,’ he said, leaning down to kiss your jawline, ‘maybe we should leave some more.’