#i love the colors and all the details so much

[spacebubblehomebase]

FINALS ARE FINISHED and finally finished- haha -with this monster of a dedication art that includes 30 Radioapple Fanchildren designed by 24 different artists I got direct permission from!!! Think of it as a super early Christmas gift in a way and a sign of more art to come!🤞🤞✨ Don't forget to click picture for better quality and happy holidays! ^v^ 💕

(I mostly interacted with these artists on Twitter, so I'm sorry I couldn't tag everyone here. TvT It's quite a lot to find and confirm. My hope is this gets boosted enough to find y'all. Thanks again for letting me draw them!) BONUS: Art process GIF! =D

-Bubbly💙

[hoseoksluna]

TANGERINE | myg (m)

pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff — comfort

rating: 18+

summary: yoongi has figured out a way how to make your life easier.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: brief sexual intercourse — controlled riding, anxiety, crying, feelings of fear, provider!yoongi, hoseoksluna's inner child trope, smoking habits as a form of coping.

luna's note: i wasn't planning to post anything as i was just trying to stay alive this week. i tried to write something, but the words felt weird, so i thought i was to abandon writing for the week. that is, until i saw a reel of a guy, a girl and a tangerine (not spoiling it for you). so i ran to my yoongi and allowed him to make me feel better. this took two days to write, and i hope you enjoy. i love you all with all my heart. thank you for all your comforting messages. i read them everyday. mwah. luna loves you so much.

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It was the color of the ripest, the sweetest tangerine that unfolded across the pendulous clouds, undulating around their soft, puffy bodies before it entered them, saturating them with its potent tint. You had just finished your cigarette on the darkened street outside of your home with your boyfriend by your side, who had dropped the last hour of his office work and came straight to you—simply because he sensed that you needed him. 

Yoongi knew by your curt, short sentences, which lacked your usual zest and life, that something was wrong. He didn’t suffocate you with useless questions about the evidence of your sadness like anyone in his place would, but instead got inside his car and sped down the road, still wearing his midnight blue military shirt and dress pants that never fit him right. You always thought that detail perfectly illustrated how he doesn’t belong there, how he shouldn’t, in fact, be there at all. 

But the office work does him good, thankfully. He gets the job done and gets to come home right after the fifth hour of the day—into the warmth between his music-strung walls. Sometimes, you wait for him there with dinner ready on the stove. Sometimes, he asks where you would rather spend your night, attuned to your moods and wishes like no one in your life is. They’re as important to him as the fact whether you��ve eaten at all, as you have the tendency to forget. Especially, when you sink inside the wooden cube of your sadness. 

He knows, intimately, the color of the wood that once used to be a tree. Spent time inside that stifling confinement with you on many, many occasions. But something about this occasion is different. 

It seems as though he’s no longer willing to dwell inside that unlit space with you. 

On his way to you, he had called your favorite restaurant and ordered you a big bowl of beef broth with hotteok on the side. It’s the reason why he didn’t come up to your apartment, but instead called you and told you to come down so that you would both wait for the food to be delivered and go back inside. You grabbed your winter jacket, with your pack of Marlboros and your white lighter in your pocket, and, slipping your feet inside your thick-soled, fluffy outside slippers, you went down to him as fast as your legs allowed you. Your muscles were weary, influenced by your mental exhaustion, and they appeared to have loosened upon the sight of him, leaned against the sleekness of his black car, still wearing his military uniform, made discreet by the largeness of his long puffer coat. 

At this point of your three-years long relationship, he doesn’t have to get out of his car, but he does—despite the fact you’d recognize his car even if your vision failed you. He does it out of his unfailing respect for you, and he had told you so, once upon a time. Guys that don’t get out of their cars for their girls are lazy and they don’t give a f—they don’t give a damn about them. 

He never liked to swear around you. Said your ears were too precious to hear something so indelicate. Your heart swelled with a wave of such premature love for him at that time. It had been just the beginning of your relationship when his honesty, which bore such colored words as these, worked into the flesh of your too wounded heart. You knew, right then and there, that he was the one for you—the one you dreamed about having, the one you searched for in your closest and in strangers alike. No one was like him and it cost you welts that he regards as birthmarks, pathways of stars on your body that he likes to kiss. Likes to take care of. Likes to caress.

Husband, he became to you. At the freshness of it all. 

His eyes were glossy as your feet took you to him. You wore your fuzzy, pastel-hued sleep pants with a few sizes too big sweatshirt of the same material that had the resiliency to protect you from winter’s cold alone. Your smoking sweatshirt, your sleep sweatshirt, too. Someone had comfort food or characters; you had a soft, teddy bear sweatshirt that you clung to. Yoongi didn’t reflect any surprise to see you dressed in this outfit. His mouth was lopsided in a firm line as he sprung from his car and swathed you in his arms, cradling your head in his hand, which he then pressed into the crook of his neck. The wind filtered through your unbrushed hair, tousled from your post-work lazing around, and his palm smoothed down those little hairs that have always managed to get on your last nerve. 

He kissed them, too. Tamed them, for the sake of your mental health. 

That hug and that gesture of his unknotted your sadness, giving them airways to breathe through. Naturally, while inhaling the briskness of the winter’s breath, you pulled away, and Yoongi knew what you needed next. He fished a pack of his Raisons and while you smiled at the little elongated, elegant cat drawn on it that resembled him more than anything, he nudged the butt of the cigarette between his lips, lighting it up for you before he placed it between yours, holding it as you took a drag. 

Your heart palpitated—as if he did it for the first time in this lifetime, but he didn’t. 

Acts of service was his love language and him lighting up a cigarette for you was one of the many ways he showed you how much he loved you. You never grew tired of it. Hell, you never got used to it. It invariably flooded your irises with a wetness of tenderness, no matter how many times a month he would do it for you. 

No one could ever love you like he loved you. 

The tangerine tinges cast a certain glow of homely familiarity as you quietly smoked your cigarette, sharing it with him every two puffs. And once he threw it out for you in the makeshift glass jar ashtray you stash in the thickness of the bushes lining the pathway to the apartment complex, the tinges darkened to the midnight blue of his shirt uniform and Yoongi took your hand and hid you away into the heated snugness of his car. 

There he began to talk. 

“Did something happen at work?” 

You could only nod. Could only scoff with hatred for the cursed building and let out an unnecessary remark that felt necessary for your heart, for your mental well-being. 

“Like always.” 

And at times like these, when you emerge from the difficulties of your workplace, he never opens the suggestion of you finding another job. Your family members and friends, they always fling it at you, not aware of the deeper difficulty that would come with your leaving. They don’t understand that you have to push through, but Yoongi does—because he has done so many, many times throughout the eleven years of his idol journey. 

You’re most thankful to him for it. 

“Why didn’t you call me on your lunch break?” he asks, taking your flaccid hand in his, warming it up with gentle squeezes on his lap. His eyes glide over the side of your face, softly demanding your response, and you blink at the sudden pressure. 

Something has changed. Something feels bigger than your vision is able to take in. 

“I—I forgot,” you say, truthfully, inhaling this severity of the shift, and you straighten your spine, prepare yourself for whatever it is. “I’m sorry. I blanked out and then I ate, and then I had to go back to work.” 

Yoongi sighs, lifting your hand to his lips. “I could’ve helped you.” He kisses your knuckles, made rough by the winter’s icy touch. “I could’ve done something that would prevent you from going home like this.” His lips pucker against your upper knuckles, and then he turns your hand and rests the side planes of his face against that little half-cocoon of your palm. “Is that not what I’m here for?” 

Guilt compresses your clavicles, traveling all the way up to your throat. As you thickly swallow, a lump forms inside that column, triggering your tears that haven’t had the chance to pour out just yet.

“I know you don’t like to talk about what happened. I respect you don’t want to relive it, I understand, but it’s my responsibility to help you,” he rasps, his tone so low and woody, mimicking the surface of your sadness and destroying it in the process, for it punctures you in your gut, buzzing your butterflies for him with vigor. “I’ve thought about this for a long time and I came to a conclusion while driving to you.” The same glossiness that you saw filling his eyes liquefies and the extent of it all breaks his voice as he continues to speak. “Do you see your future with me?” 

Something akin to a rock bashes against your heart and your stomach drops. 

The panic doesn’t settle in. Not just yet. Not until you verify that you understood the meaning of his words in the way he was trying to get them across. You need clarity before the principality of it can force your world, your life to collapse over your delicate head.

“Are you breaking up with me?” you ask, whispering—because if you use your full voice, it’ll break just like his, and you’ll break, too. 

Like the tangerine hue unfolded across the clouds, pain permeates his countenance in the same way. Wrinkles dig into his skin as his features pull in, twisting them while he comprehends your question. The breath he lets out is short, coated with a kind of heaviness that you know by heart, that you know is induced by the enemy that carries the name ‘anxiety’. 

And then his phone rings. 

Yoongi wipes off his tears, lifting his head from the premises of the warmth of your touch. Clears his throat. Presses the green button on the screen of his phone. 

“Yeoboseyo?” 

He nods his head as though the other person on the other side of the phone call could see him, hums, talks and apologizes while you stand at the edge of the earth, about to be flung out into the bottomless space by one singular, uninterrupted sentence directed towards you. 

That much power he has over you; that much he means to you. 

Yoongi ends the phone call without saying goodbye, a fatigued huff of air escaping the small hole of his mouth as he stares down the screen of his phone, contemplating something. You can’t think about what it is, you can’t pivot on your feet and run away from the cliff to help him. Not when this is a life or death situation and you can’t breathe. 

“My boss just cursed me off for leaving an hour early without excusing myself,” Yoongi explains without sparing you a glance, his eyes glued still to his phone that he soon rubs with both of his hands whilst he tries to compose himself. “I fu—I hate it here so much.” 

A stab to your gut. You relate to him, relate to him in such heavenly and beyond heavenly measures that the tears that flow out next are for him, too. But this can’t be the matter to flesh out, not right now. You murmur his name, painfully so, bring him back to the airy context of your relationship because you need to know if you still have him. 

Yoongi glances at you, at last. This thumb and forefinger are instantly drawn to your chin and he tilts your head to him, leaning over. He doesn’t kiss you on your lips. No, he kisses the glimmering traces of your tears upon your cheek, which are the only source of light upon this sphere. No sun, no moon in sight. Only your tears, only the remnants of it—the tears that are so very often internal, let out merely on the inside of your body. Never in front of him, never externally. 

His kiss is hard, demanding once again, but this time you don’t know what he’s seeking. 

“Don’t cry,” he purrs against your skin, against the shine of your tears—and because he didn’t ask about the reason behind them, you perceive what he’s truly demanding. 

Mending. 

Solace. 

Mollification. 

There, beyond those wishes, hides his regret. You feel it strongly, as if it were the veins that lined translucently your skin. He’s not the only one who’s attuned to your moods and wishes; you’re connected to him by an invisible string, which lets you in on the different hues of his heart, his emotions, his lacks and his wishes. It’s a team play that works, watering each other like that, and right now you need to overbrim with the essence of his intelligence, dominance and spoken word. 

You need the truth. 

“Are you leaving me?” you ask again, choosing alternative words with more softness, demanding his response with more power than he ever used. There’s no time to give substance to the reasons—perhaps they were already painted on the sunset you both watched together while sharing a cigarette. You simply need to be shown the roads of yes or no. 

Yoongi blinks in this proximity, his wispy eyelashes brushing against your cheeks, and he withdraws, piercing his gaze through yours in a certain pensiveness, pain and poignancy that makes this even worse. 

“I want to marry you.”

You gasp in a soft manner, which is an oxymoron to the firework that begins to pelt against your internal flesh. Your vision blurs in the speed of light, your liquid emotions pouring down and following the trails your past tears left behind without an ounce of care. Yoongi purrs as he witnesses it, his hand coming to pat down your unruly hair, giving heat to your cold fear, but the sound he makes isn’t of endearment. 

It’s one full of ache. 

“For the longest time I thought about how I could make your life easier,” he begins to explain, his thumb rooting at the apple of your cheek to collect all of your ceaseless tears. “I know you can’t quit your job right now just like I can’t quit mine so I had to think of other options.” He wipes the digit on the underside of your bottom lid, catching the blackness of your mascara. “And the only option is that I buy a house in the future, I marry you and I pay for your health insurance.” His mouth cracks into a half-smile that ripples beneath the blurriness of your vision. “You can be at home, focus on your hobbies. Maybe you can get an income from those, too. Whatever you’d like.” 

You can’t hold yourself back from hugging him, and Yoongi can’t hold himself back from manhandling you and placing you on his lap. He rubs your thighs, let your feet rest on your seat, and he goes the extra mile to take off your slippers to be even more comfortable while you cling to his neck. And the way you transform into a little girl taken care of is the ultimate ointment to your stress-induced sadness. Its airways burst into smithereens, dispersing off and away from your system, and you begin to breathe in the aroma of his car and his personal scent as a girl forever changed, forever provided for. 

He kisses your forehead, cradling your jawline. “That’s why I asked you if you see your future with me. I want to do that for you. I want to set you free from your stress and take care of you because I can.” 

You whimper against the column of his neck, your fingers sinking into the length of his hair at the nape. “Of course I see my future with you. I can’t see myself with anyone else, Yoongi. I love you; you’re too important to me.” 

The purr he emits next is different, covered with an overflowing fountain of love and pleasure for you from your words, and the sound penetrates your mind, untwisting all of those bad thoughts and pushing them away. “I love you, too. You want to marry me, baby?” 

He pulls his lips away from your forehead to look down at you, that glossiness once again overwhelming his eyes, and you nod. “I do.” 

And with those words, you perhaps did tie the knot somewhere in the spiritual realm. 

Yoongi pecks your nose. “Are you gonna let me take care of you?” 

You hesitate, shy all of a sudden, thoughts of how it’s not right, how you don’t deserve it, how it makes you less of a woman than you are resurfacing in your mind—and it is as though Yoongi can read them because he smooths out the wrinkles on your forehead with his thumb, fighting them. 

“It’s your decision, think about it,” he says, softly, sweeping the belly of that digit down the slope of your nose. “And in the meantime when it gets bad again at work, I want you to remember it. Use it to distract your mind from the stress, even if you end up declining my offer in the long run. Nothing changes, I’ll still marry you, baby.” 

The thoughts, once again, wither in the overgrown bushes of your mind, and calmness like a tide washes over your folded body on his lap. You nod, tucking that reminder into your heart to remember later in the future, and you rest your head against his chest, his heartbeat the accompaniment to your ultimate peacefulness. 

Yoongi reposes with you for just a minute. He, then, begins to rummage through his glove box and only stumbles across a small tangerine that nearly gets lost in the width of his palm. He peels it for you while you watch—and once he’s done, he takes the ring finger of your left hand and holds the body of the fruit at the long tip of your nail. 

“I, Min Yoongi, promise to take care of you until the day I die,” he proclaims and slides the tangerine down the length of your slender finger until it sits at the base like a true promise ring. 

You hiccup, overloaded with another onrush of tears, and you scramble up to kiss him. And you do—you give him so many kisses until his lips are puffy and until your moment is again interrupted by another phone call. And it’s not his boss, who’s calling him this time around. It’s the food delivery guy, with your hot beef broth and hotteok in his bag, and together you step out of the car with carmine-wash cheeks. 

Inside your apartment, Yoongi watches you eat. Sitting on the sofa beside you with his elbows propped on his knees, his blush deepens with each spoonful of soup you take to your mouth. And when you begin to share your soup with him just like you shared your cigarette with him, Yoongi is so smitten, so endeared that he can’t let out a full sentence without stuttering, without messing up so bad that he hides his face in his hands, his gummy smile prominent and lighting up the living room. 

And then you’re in bed, but the love making isn’t as quick and lust-dripping like it traditionally is. Everything about the snap of his hips into your core is slow, yet meaningful as if he was fucking his promise into you. You’re supposed to be riding him, being on top like that, however Yoongi isn’t letting you. He’s fleshing out his promise of being the provider by having your wrists in a tight grip behind your back while he pounds your future into you with hard, yet controlled thrusts that empty your brain out of every little left-over fragments of your negative thoughts and emotions. His breathing is ragged as he works so hard, breaking a sweat as he changes your life, holding you upwards by your neck, maintaining an authoritative and vigorous eye contact that throws you over the edge. 

But it’s not the edge you feared so much. 

The bottomless space is a sea of his love he’s dipped inside of, ready to catch you with his arms stretched out in your direction—and he does. Together you swim in the afterglow of your orgasms, swim out into the openness of your shared future with you as a stress-free little girl and Yoongi as the provider. 

Yoongi breaks your wooden cube as he feeds you the half-moons of the tangerine he used as a promise ring and you chew them while half-asleep on his chest—because, truth be told, you don’t need it anymore. You have his promise to envelop you from the inside, to keep you safe and to keep you feeling comforted, even when he’s away in the office and even when he’s travelling around the globe, singing for the world and for your tender heart. 

You’re his wife and he’s your husband—and the bitter spirit of life can’t touch it. 

You’re protected, and you’re taken care of. 

© 2024 hoseoksluna, all rights reserved

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[montesmithart]

This whole piece brings me so much happiness with its vibrancy, I love all the details and color choices here! It’s simply beautiful 💗

Porsha is ready to conquer other planets!

(P.s. and your hearts)

order for a friend

[andromeddog]

Do you have any tips for drawing soldiers uniforms?

hi anon! really really long, really really rambling answer for u below the cut <3

i have many thoughts! ig the first thing is, what are your intentions with what you want to draw? are you going for complete accuracy, or is it more of a vibe situation? bc you don’t always need to be perfectly precise with uniforms, sometimes just suggesting what’s there is enough. being completely 100% with them can sometimes be distracting or unnecessary…

LIKE HERE FOR EXAMPLE….. in the snafu piece i kind of only hinted at what he was wearing… the belt, the pants, theyre really all over the place. but that’s not what’s important here or what i was trying to depict, so that’s okay! u want to see snaf being crazy, which i got more w shading and color. whereas in the piece w speirs, being precise in what he’s wearing lends itself to the war dog intensity of the whole guy. he wears that helmet proudly and holds tightly to the strap of his gun, very much IN his uniform in this moment

(do i think either of these r successful? idk. looking back on the work ive made and viewing them as complete “””””art”””””””” pieces is wack. am i in art school again. these certainly are drawings, let’s just assume they are worthy of this sort of analysis and that for sake of argument are “successful”)

buuuuuuut u can also go too crazy with pinpoint accuracy haha. like this pic? maybe it was just bc i was using a monoline brush but there was literally no reason to draw every single fold. it makes this drawing incredibly busy and unpleasant to look at. i think im just obsessive and get too invested in the details and miss the forest for the trees. so u get shit garbage like this sometimes, but that’s a me problem. i would just keep an eye on what the purpose of the drawing is!

if it’s accuracy ur going for (which i usually am) then reference is your best friend. look in different places for them, collect them, caress them like a lover, they are very important. after u look at soldiers a lot u can kind of get a feel for how specific uniforms sit on them (watching shows, movies, hell even gifsets if u r extra online like me) but that varies for whatever era ur trying to draw! spending time researching is kind of a big part of the process haha. be willing to scroll through lots of pics and lots of sources, if ur really dedicated to the cause then maybe buy some reference books!

in general i find uniforms are practical, durable, and layered for utility. everything has a purpose, those fifty straps going cross body are usually attached to fifty pouches, each with their own functional use. understanding the different parts of a uniform, their uses, the WHY of an items inclusion helps build the whole look in ur head and translates to the drawing. uniforms are bulkier than i initially expected bc they are meant to fit as many ppl as possible and typically have little to no tailoring (if we’re talking ww2. ww1 was all over the place w uniforms, especially officers, but that’s another ramble for another friday night). each era and each country and sometimes even each soldier’s uniform has its own little quirks. that’s what’s so appealing about research and drawing them for me! isn’t it neat how ppl’s individual preferences shine through even when they all have to wear the exact same thing!!!!

did any of this help at all??? i am chronically incapable of keeping things succinct! but if u read all of this thank you! i love u 🦆✨

[ssentimentals]

love you goodbye {charles leclerc/carlos sainz}

pairing: charles leclerc & carlos sainz

rating: mature

prompt: charles thinks carlos is the only one with who he'll do this stupid challenge of falling with eyes closed; he'll do it without an ounce of fear, because carlos will be there, just like he always has been.

OR, carlos is leaving ferrari and charles realizes he still hasn't confessed.

warnings: nsfw (minors dni even if it's not very detailed). and uh, it's kinda like, songfic? i mean, it's based on 1d 'love you goodbye' song, so in case someone doesn't like song lyrics in between then yeah ;/

it's inevitable, everything that's good comes to an end

charles stares at the bright red wall in front of him and thinks that he can't stand this color anymore. it reminds him of everything he has and all in all it would've been nice, because charles has a lot and he is thankful, but it also reminds him of everything he has lost and is about to lose. red is the color of his car, of his tracksuit, of blood that pumps through his veins slower and slower the closer they get to the end of the season. red is what he sees when someone overtakes him, red is what he breathes when tifosi scream his name, red is what- red is what suits carlos so much more than him.

charles focuses on his teammate, who is currently posing for their photographer. red suits carlos so well - it accentuates his tan skin, attracts even more attention to his built; red fits his character so well too, his passion, how fierce he is on track, the way he seems to just love to live. red is the color of his bottom lip when he chewed on it too harsh, red is the color of his cheeks when he gets particularly shy after compliment, red is what charles sees when someone else gets too close to carlos for it to be considered friendly. feeling his gaze, carlos turns a little, smiling at him. it's not his pr smile that he gifts to all reporters at the paddock, no, this one is sincere because it reaches his eyes and softens his features. charles wants to scream, to crash and burn this entire facility because no way in hell he's not going to see this smile next year.

unforgettable together, held the whole world in our hands

'you did it,' carlos whispers, eyes wide with awe and joy, staring at charles like he can't believe him, like he's seeing god instead of him. 'you did it.'

charles lays in bed and thinks about his win in monza. he thinks about it quite often actually, but not for the reasons one might think. he can't shake off carlos's voice after the podium, the way he spoke to charles almost reverently, how he hugged him too intimately for it to not mean anything. he thinks about carlos's strong grip on his neck, his hand fitting there like it was made to stay there, to keep charles close to him. he thinks about celebrations in monza, how carlos smiled like he won, how pride shone in his eyes, how he shouted charles's name along with others, not holding back. he doesn't think only about monza. he thinks about all the times they laughed together during media stuff, meetings or events together. he thinks about carlos always being the calm ground while charles is a raging tornado, thinks about his big warm hand always rested on charles's knee whenever charles is visibly upset about something. he thinks about how easy it always was with carlos: charles never doubted him to not get his humor or to not have his back during anything. charles thinks carlos is the only one with who he'll do this stupid challenge of falling with eyes closed; he'll do it without an ounce of fear, because carlos will be there, just like he always has been.

unexplainable, a love that only we could understand.

charles knocks on carlos's door before he can think any better. it's almost midnight in qatar and he can't sleep - won't sleep until he at least sees carlos face, he knows it. the door opens after few moments and if carlos is surprised then he doesn't show it, simply taking one look at charles and stepping back to let him in. they don't do this often; in fact, they don't normally do it at all. they are not like yuki and liam who get along so well that it's natural to find one of them in another's room and they are not kevin and nico for whom watching football together is a plain thing to do; charles is not sure why, but they never really spend time with each other outside of media duties. he stands in the middle of the living room, tracing several clothes carlos has thrown on the sofa and half finished chicken burito on the table. his room looks exactly like his own-

'why are you here, charles?' carlos asks, infinitely patient and calm, as always.

what a great question that is. charles doesn't know. he does not know and it kills him more than he can admit, because this is a purely emotional decision and he now has to live with it. he walks further into the room and chuckles sadly at the sight of williams cap. he grabs it without any gentleness, barely thinking straight at the sight of another logo. 'getting ready already?' he asks, trying to make it pass for a joke, but he might as well choke on the venom in his tongue. 'can't wait to go?'

'some fan chucked it at me,' carlos replies, still calm. there's a pause and then- 'why are you here, charles?'

'you think you'll be okay with alex?' charles asks, ignoring the question to him, because he still doesn't have any answers. 'better than with me?'

charles has the urge to throw this stupid cap on the floor and stomp on it and almost does it, but then he hears footsteps behind him and big hand on his back and quiet whisper to his ear render him immobile: 'no one is better than you, charles.'

he turns around sharply, instantly meeting melted chocolate of carlos's eyes. before he can ask anything, carlos interrupts him with a soft: 'why are you here, charles?'

he knows. carlos is very smart and charles fears he knows why he's here even though he himself doesn't fully understand the reason. carlos is so close that their breaths mingle, that charles can feel the heat coming off his body, that he can hear his unsteady heartbeat. without thinking he raises his head and places it on carlos's left side of the chest, right where his heart is. he shivers, when carlos places his own hand on top of his, looking at charles like-

'you'll always be here.'

my heart's already breaking, baby, go on, twist the knife

their first kiss is nothing special. it's nothing to write the book about, cause it's a bit uncoordinated with their noses bumping and teeth clicking, but it's still perfect for charles. everything is perfect when it comes to carlos - the way he kisses, how his hands roam all over his body, small noises that leave his mouth. he turns charles into a blubbering mess surprisingly quickly; charles has half a mind to think that this is the real 'carlos sainz effect'. naked underneath carlos, charles arches his back with a quiet moan, when his torso gets decorated with love bites, while impatient hands free him from his underwear. 'don't leave,' charles whispers despite any logic. it comes from his heart, this desperate wish that he can't hold inside. carlos freezes with his lips on charles's hipbone. he doesn't react at first, but then sucks on the skin hard enough to leave a bruise - an answer of some sort, but charles has no idea what it means.

'under the pillow,' carlos says and charles quickly finds the lube, not even bothering to make any jokes on this. he places it in carlos's fingers and bites his lower lip hard enough to hurt, when carlos leans in and kisses his fingers. 'gracias, amor.'

charles ignores it. ignores the petname that makes his heart two times bigger and focuses on the talented tongue on his shaft and a shy finger prodding at his entrance. 'i'll never hurt you,' carlos assures him in a promising way, urging charles to relax.

liar, charles thinks. liar liar liar. you are hurting me now, you are leaving, you are hurting me with this more than anyone have ever- 'oh,' he lets out, when first finger enters him in a slow pace. 'oh.'

'doing good, guapo. relax for me, okay?'

of course carlos is a talker in bed. charles should've known all of his fantasies were right; he imagined this many times and never thought that he'd ever learn the real thing. and as it turns out, the real thing has nothing on his fantasies. carlos in bed with him is exactly like carlos is with him outside of it - attentive to any signs from him, focused fully on him. charles thinks he's burning from the intensity of carlos's gaze, can't believe that all his want and desire is mirrored back at him. there's also something else there too, but he can't even begin to look into it, because it'll hurt even more-

'shit,' he groans, when carlos insistently presses on the bundle of nerves that sets him on fire. 'fuck- get inside me, carlos. now.'

charles can't handle this gentleness, not right now; it breaks his heart, this gentleness because it makes him dream of how this can be more than just fuck and well. he can't think about it now. carlos withdraws three fingers from where they were buried deep inside him and quickly moves to grab condom from the bed drawer. once he's done, he turns to charles and kisses him deeply. there's an unspoken message in this kiss, an intent that starts fireworks in charles's heart - his hands fly out to grip carlos's shoulders with an aborted whine.

'don't leave,' charles repeats shakily. he doesn't look at carlos, says it with his eyes closed and their foreheads smashed together. 'carlos, i-'

'i know, carino.' the sweetest kiss lands on his eyelid and then on another one. 'i know.'

when carlos thrusts into him in a one go, charles whines so high that he's sure everyone heard him. strong arms grip his hips and pull them higher, low groan resonates in the room when charles locks his legs behind carlos's back, bringing them even closer. charles fears he'll never be able to look at carlos and not think of this - it's impossible. when carlos moves, it's both hell and heaven - hell because his strokes leave charles no room to hold his peak back and heaven because sex never felt this good, this charged with feelings. carlos is a grunter and soon he's grunting right at charles's ear, caging him with his arms on both sides, his hips never faltering in their pace.

'you're the only one, charles.' carlos breathes into charles's mouth, his brown orbs locked with his hazel ones. 'i promise.'

charles closes his eyes because it's too much. he doesn't think carlos is cruel enough to lie about this, but his heart twists from pain and he comes with a muffled shout and his teeth on carlos's shoulder, biting down hard enough to hurt.

oh, baby, let me love you goodbye

'don't.' carlos says strictly, when charles starts sitting up on bed to find his clothes. 'stay here tonight.'

'i can't,' charles says, not looking at him. he stares at his body which now looks like it belongs to carlos with amounts of marks he left; god, this stupid spaniard - having charles's heart wasn't enough for him? 'i need to go.'

'charles,' carlos sighs, exasparated. he grabs his wrist and tugs at it insistently until charles doesn't fall on his chest. 'stop acting like-'

'like what?' charles looks up sharply, glaring. 'like this isn't just some one night stand?'

carlos, as always, stays calm even though charles can see that he did not like what he heard. 'si, yes. you know it isn't.' when charles doesn't reply, carlos frowns and sits up too, staring at him intently. 'you know that isn't, right, carino? you can't not know.'

'how could i know?' charles asks, trying not to sound snappy. 'you never said anything.'

carlos blinks. 'but i always showed, no?'

charles thinks that ground beneath him will open up right now and swallow him and carlos. 'you are leaving,' he states, not being able to keep offended notes out of his tone.

'i am, yes. leaving ferrari. not you.' carlos places their joined hands on top of his heart. 'i told you - you are here. you are the only one.'

this sounds like a confession and it makes charles's head spin. he stares at carlos looking for any hesitation or lie, but finds only complete sincerity in his eyes. 'were you ever planning to confess?'

'were you?' carlos counters with a small smile.

'why do you think i came here tonight?' charles asks, huffing. he leans in, brushing their noses together. 'it- it hurts me. this whole williams-'

'i know,' carlos interrupts, voice solemn and strong. 'we don't have to talk about it now.'

charles knows that the good decision would be to actually talk about it now, but he can't bring himself to do it; he leans on carlos and lets himself be taken into his strong arms with his plush lips on his hair. they will talk about it tomorrow. but for now he'll have carlos all to himself for - hopefully - not the last time.

a/n: phew, getting this one out was hard. you decide on your own whether they make it or not. hopefully you all liked it, let me know! - nini

my other formula 1 works are here

[jikooklove9795]

Hi! Have you ever mentioned your thoughts on this whole “keep going” in Jimins MV and AYS trailers etc? (Sorry if you have, tried searching but it didn’t come up!!:))

Hi Anon 😊

There's no need to be sorry.

I just briefly touched on this subject here:

But I'll discuss more about it since I haven't talked about it in detail.

Let's get into, shall we?

This lyrics of WHO:

Who is my heart waiting for?

The yellow background with the purple question mark.

Yellow and Purple reminds me of two people, Jimin and Jungkook. Its their colors

We saw these colors stand out here too:

Jimin released two solo albums: FACE and MUSE.

In both these albums Jungkook was mentioned.

Jimin said that he did not want to include any other artists in FACE because the album was too personal. But Jungkook was a part of FACE. He was credited for doing background vocals for LETTER.

In my opinion Jimin was very much capable of doing the bg vocals for LETTER just like how he carried the rest of the song excellently on his own. The only reason he wanted Jungkook in the song was because:

1) It is a song Jimin wrote for and with Jungkook in mind

2) FACE is an autobiographical album. Its personal to Jimin. And Jungkook is an important and irreplaceable part in Jimin's personal life

3) Jimin is singing (reading a love letter) to Jungkook and Jungkook's voice in the bg is like he is answering/acknowledging Jimin's letter

Now we will get back to MUSE.

In MUSE too Jungkook gets mentioned. Directly and Indirectly.

Directly like this:

Jimin's favorite food: Tteokbokki by JK

And indirectly like this:

Indirect but very LOUD and CLEAR.

That face in the billboard resembles a man's facial structure.

In my opinion, it is Jungkook

Jimin's singing "Who is my heart waiting for" and the billboard falls down as an answer to his question. Cause it literally falls down after Jimin sings "Who is my heart waiting for".

Because its the person in the billboard whom his heart was waiting for all along. Also, there's no question mark after the WHO in that billboard. Again, because the person in the billboard is the WHO he was waiting for. It is no more a question but an answer. He is showing us the answer to his question.

And the MV ends with a little rainbow.

Taeyang had done this exact same thing with the billboard in his ENL MV in 2014.

In ENL Taeyang showed his girlfriend, who is now his wife, on a billboard and later he announced that they were dating.

When I heard about this I immediately got reminded of Jikook in 2016 during their PUMA fan sign event.

On April 2 2016 a fan spotted Jimin wearing a Pororo band aid and asked him where he got it from. Jimin said Jungkook gave it to him. Jungkook was also wearing the same band aid. It was Jungkook's idea that both of them wear the same band aids.

Both of them weren't hurt or injured but was just wearing those band aids.

Why were they wearing it if they weren't injured?

For this let's go back to Jan 2016.

On Jan 24 2016 Zico released I'm You're, You're Me MV. In the MV, Zico and his romantic interest are seen wearing similar band aids.

So, I think its not new for Jikook to do such romantic couple things.

Now, let's come back.

AYS dropped and we got this:

The "Keep Going" in both WHO and AYS. Not a coincidence but a very clear intentional choice.

Also, there's this interesting thing.

This is the song length for each of the songs in MUSE:

What do we see here???

SHOWTIME 1:18

11/8 the Jikook number

And Surprise!!!

11/8 again being the time for AYS Launch Trailer.

SHOWTIME INDEED!!!

While Jimin knows he can't directly share to the world about this amazing person who captured his heart, he knows he can use his art as a medium for this purpose. Art is a safe medium to express his feelings, to celebrate his love and identity while also protecting his and his loved one's privacy. To me it felt like he was subtly asserting his truth to the world.

So, yeah these are my thoughts on the topic.

Have a nice day Anon 👋🏻

Credits to the owner of the video

[kthice]

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ✞ ͜͡꒱ᅠ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏你讓我變得優雅。ᅠ🪦ᅠ ♪ 𝅘𝅥𝅮

✨ First Love Moodboard Event: Winner Announcement! ✨

Hello everyone!

Thank you all for participating in our First Love moodboard event which was hosted by me and @jjk7h .Your creativity and passion brought this theme to life in the most beautiful ways. After much thought, we are thrilled to announce our winners! 🎉

🏆 1st :@yoonitos ] - Best Overall Moodboard

Your board captured the essence of first love with stunning visuals and a heartfelt story.

🏆 2nd @florescita ] - Most Creative Concept

Your unique interpretation blew us away with its originality and artistic flair.

🏆 3rd @jimzittos ] - Most Aesthetic Design

Your moodboard was a feast for the eyes, showcasing elegance and beauty in every detail.

Thank you to everyone who submitted their wonderful entries! Stay tuned for more exciting events and chances to showcase your creativity. 💖

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Honourable mentions are

@lilaquette

@dollfacedb1tch

@avadorie

Notable mentions:

@i4tkoo

( what we loved about your mbs are listed below. Each of you participants mean a lot to us 🩷 )

@lilaquette I fought with myself to put this one on the podium, because it's also my first love so it was a tough decision, I really loved everything! I wanted to frame it

@jimzittos The first to participate and even so he didn't make any mistakes. I don't even need to praise him, I'm your fan, I have no words to describe your work, 😭 just keep posting always, I need this to live

@avadorie Bring the award to this diva, because she rocked it! She made history with just one moodboard, I love all the intricate details you are so underrated 🥹

@i4tkoo Tae is so passionate, we understand you, the aesthetics, the words, the moodboard, everything in tune. You made us fall in love with your profile too.

@dollfacedb1tch yoongi and the vintage combination, it's literally something divine. I loved what you did it's so cozy and feels so real like we're living it, thanks for the great work.

@yoonitos Your mbs are illegal, you just drop the bomb and surprise everyone, what should I say? It's all clear, this is magnificent and that's it. Your work is amazing, I need your lessons

@florescita I didn't know your work, this post made me scroll down your profile like crazy and I was surprised with each incredible POST, I really loved what you did here, everything was wonderful, it left me speechless .

@cannibalim your mb was so spectacular i just love the color schemes and the way you portrayed it..looked so gentle and soothing to me ❤️🥹

Dm me and @jjk7h for your prizes. & Please don't rush us for prizes. Love you all 💖

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I feel bad asking for more but I'm so excited for trans Eddie 🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️

Don't feel bad AT ALL! I am loving all the enthusiasm for this one.

57 for 🧜‍♂️:

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What the fuck? What does Buck think they’re going to do? Swim or something else? Eddie doesn’t like where this is headed. Not that Buck isn’t super hot. He is. Just… Eddie would prefer if they…

Wait. 

Wait a second. 

Buck drops his shirt onto the ground and Eddie sees them. What he thought were top surgery scars. For the first time, he gets a clear view. And, uh… They definitely aren’t. There’s several thin slits in his skin. Not scar tissue at all. They almost look like… Like fish gills. 

“Uh…” Eddie struggles. “Buck, I don’t know-”

But Buck doesn’t wait to listen. He strides right into the water, wading until the water is up to his waist. Then he sort of just… Drops. Like all his height has disappeared. Eddie doesn’t know how to make sense of what he’s watching. Buck seems to shift a little right before Eddie’s eyes. Body changing, though Eddie isn’t quite close enough to make out all the nuanced details. Similar looking gills appear on his neck. Something changes with his hands. 

And then… Then Eddie sees it. The craziest thing he’s ever fucking seen in his life. Buck twists in the water, and as a result, a large, silvery-scaled tail, with splashes of a hot orangey-pink color, like a sunset, rises above the surface and slaps back down again. 

Eddie nearly screams. He stumbles backward a few paces. 

Buck turns around to look at him. 

“You coming?” He calls out.

And so Eddie, completely baffled and sort of thinking he must still be high, says the exact same thing. 

“What the fuck?” 

ii. 

So there’s a substantial chance Buck got this all wrong. Eddie is looking at him like he is a complete freak of nature. He is, but that’s beside the point. The point is that Eddie said they were the same, and now Buck can see that’s very much not true. He’s still alone. And now, on top of that, he’s spilled a secret he was never meant to tell anyone. 

Now he’s probably fucked. 

“Oh, shit,” he whispers, noticing the abject horror on Eddie’s face. “Shit, shit, shit.”

If Buck wasn’t in the water, he’d probably be keeled over from panic. Whenever he’s in the water and like this, he always feels a bit more at ease. But even that can’t snuff out his current dread. 

“What are you?” Eddie asks, eyes bugging out of his head. 

Well, isn’t that sort of obvious?

[kr-starz]

NEVER getting over how similar Timebomb is, Jinx and Ekko’s as creatives, who loveee to create and make art ☹️

Ekko in the Alt universe clearly paints Jinx so much, and there’s just so many doodles of Ekko and Jinx together from her side. They’re both artists, which means that their love language is creation. The interpretation of yourself from another artist is an honor, but have it from the person who adores you the most? The interpretation of yourself in a piece of art made not only of passion, but admiration and love. It’s sickening how these guys make so sad; as an artist, they’re the relationship I want.

This adds even more meaning to them painting on each other in the main au. Of course it could just be random marks but it’s not, truly. The colors and the placements all matter imo. But ignoring all that, they’re artists. Artists who create, but creation is incredibly time-consuming. And I personally like to think they finger painted most of the marks, smearing paint skin to skin on specific areas. Then the finer more detailed parts, they used a brush for.

I think they were able to just let loose and paint and draw what they wanted on each other. Nothing specific but just simple easy strokes that mean something to them. Their symbols and colors; matching X’s. Things they deem important just splattered on each other.

[apologetic-artist]

First batch of designs!!! I hope y'all like em hehe :3

(Yapping about my designs and future designs under cut hehe[LOTS OF WORDS AND STUFFS!!])

Sketch: The sweater that they're wearing under their shirt is actually one of Tony's old sweaters he grew out of. I wanted to go for a mixed match look with a lot of color while avoiding visual looks of green for obvious reasons. I think they're one of the more outgoing of the bunch, especially since I think they're one of the younger ones(like late 20's, early 30's) so I tried to fit that in their design. Definitely one of my favorites out of my designs.

Tony: Looking at my previous ref sheet of her, I'd say this is a major upgrade. Not a lot has changed about him except for some tiny things and the colors. I love this pose. Also, at the ends of her suit jacket, they look like little clock hands, I thought it was cute. With Tones, I kinda just took inspiration from everyone else drawing him with formal attire, but I think mostly everyone sees him wearing a suit or something adjacent.

Shrignold: For the information, it has a bit of question marks I should talk about real quick. The question marks on the species was just a silly little joke to reference what Yellow called them in their episode and people headcannoning Shrig as more of a moth than a butterfly, which I totally see where they're coming from because I don't know what my Shrig is anymore. As for the relationship status, nobody(not even them) are sure if they're dating or not. Sure, there's a lot of evidence, but it is still a confusing relationship. I can talk about it more when I post my Larry with its respective headcannons.

Colin: My bbg. Anyway, with his old design, he was way too lanky, and it kinda looked off. The colors were also way too dull, so I made them a little more pastel. Also, Lana is the name for Laptop, not sure if it'll change, so this is kinda a placeholder. I also added some cute patches to their overalls to reference their digital world since I wanted more representation of that part of their character in their design. I just love Colin if you couldn't tell lmao. I feel like all the new details are a major upgrade.

FUTURE DESIGN SECTION!!:

The reason why the Health gang isn't in this is because I'll make a post of all of them together in a group bc I believe they should all go together. It may take me a long time since I, to be honest, never really cared to make designs for them. The reason why I haven't yet is because GOOD LORD they are kinda hard to translate to my style, specifically Steak and Fridge. I'll figure it out eventually.

The same goes for the love cult. Trust me, I wanna draw them so bad(might get to them before the Healthy Gang). All I'm saying is that that bunny is coming first he's literally my favorite. I love that blue bunny boy so much.

Larry might also need to go into his own post. There is so much, and that's all I'm really saying so far.

Listen, I'll only draw the machine teachers if i wanna, there are too many.

The TV teachers will obviously get designs, no doubt.

Also, have a scrapped outfit for Shrignold! I decided this should just be just for when it's in the cult :]

That's about it!! Thanks for reading my ramble. Have a good night/day/afternoon/whatever time of day it is!! :D

[biorust-art]

For this piece I was inspired by this post HERE Specifically this image:

[Photo ID: photo taken from lotussgrl on tumblr, photo of four rabbits running down a grassy hill. END ID]

I originally wanted to draw a bunch of Orym's in a run cycle with the rabbits over top of them, but I couldn't decide if they were all going to be in the same outfit, or show him progressing through the campaign. In the end I only liked the sketch of the OG Orym, and so he's in the middle with the rabbits running before him.

Here's the original sketch, colors taken from the photo:

[Photo ID - digital sketch of the drawing, with a rough Orym in the center, outlines of rabbits and blocky gray-yellow and gray-green colors for the background. with some outlines of grasses too. END ID]

I knew I wanted the rabbits to be layered over him, and something sparked in my mind, reminding me of Slavic style fairytale illustrations. Now, I don't know if this has an official style name, but if you look up 'Slavic fairytale illustration' you will find beautiful drawings, many in watercolor and ink, with a border of art around the center. In my mind I saw geometric vines, maybe telling parts of Orym's story within them, but for ease and my hands, I kept it simple with just the moons in the center.

Orym was... actually pretty easy to draw. It was the background that was difficult. Finding the right kind of lining style and how to do the watercolor effect was tricky and took some time. I was also inspired by this post HERE of the natural beauty of grasses

[Photo ID: a lay out of a bunch of dried grasses, taken from 1five1two on tumblr. END ID]

And because Orym is on the outside a very subdued character, I thought the grasses fit him. He is small and easy to miss, but easy to appreciate if ya take the time.

Still, drawing the grass and figuring out the style took a while. I did some tricks and studied a few refs for the fairytale page style and eventually got it down. Some of my favorite details are the green and white vines that wrap around a wooden frame in the boards, the Celtic braid that looks like saplings and the human-like eye for the rabbits. The eyes represent Orym's observant feat. He is always aware of his surroundings, on the watch for people to hurt him or hunt him like his father and husband. And, we know he has panic attacks from the pressure of the moon mission and of the danger around him, so I imagine his heart is always beating like a rabbit's. A prey animal.

To double down on this, the rabbit's eyes are same red as Ruidus in the background, and, the tree shape forms an eye, with Ruidus as its pupil.

I debated on adding more red for contrast of the green/gray piece. The moon was added, and I thought about adding injuries to the rabbits, ones that would mirror Orym's injuries in the campaign. Also thought about adding a red halo, similar to a saint's halo in renaissance art, for Orym or the rabbits. in the end I thought it was too much red, so I kept it to the moon and the eyes.

Honestly, I'm very proud of this piece. I've wanted to draw this for a while but only just got around to it. Orym is such a beloved character, and I love how bunny-coded he is. Small, subdued, scared. Fast, watchful, and hunted.

And yet, he rises up as much as he can to do good.

Run, Rabbit, Run.

[Image description: A digital illustration of Orym of the Air Ashari from Critical Role. He is drawn in the style of a Slavic fairytale illustration and everything appears to be watercolor. Orym is shown full body in profile, running towards the right. He is in his original outfit of mossy leather and loose pants and his sash trails behind him. His moon tattoo is on display, and he has a scared expression on his face. He runs through gray-yellow grass that fade to white and dark gray in the background. The trees are a blue-gray and twist upward and Ruidus is seen through the trees, making the moon look like a red pupil that stares at Orym. There are left and right borders that block Orym in, they have a repeating Celtic braid design towards the center of the piece-- made to look like a sapling-- and the outermost section is a green and white vine pattern with a wood backing. The two moons, Catha and Ruidus, in the middle. In the very forefront, above the border, even, are four gray rabbits that are shown in a running cycle. They pass over Orym and instead of rabbit eyes they have one wide, humanlike eye with a red pupil. The rabbits and Orym share the same scared expression. The other photos are close ups to the whole piece, many of the rabbits' scared faces. ID END]

[eobsinj]

✨ max verstappen - saudi arabia 2021 ( twt | ig | fb )

[aleclightofmylifewoodbane]

i truly hate the show bc YOU GUYS DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE MISSING WHEN YOU WATCH THE SHOW BEFORE READING THE BOOKS

you dont know that magnus’ magic is the same striking blue as alec’s eyes

you dont know alec’s eyes are the same color as the ancestors of a family so intertwined with his

you don’t know that magnus sees ghosts in the blue of alec’s eyes

you don’t know magnus is two inches taller than alec

you dont know that alec loves that magnus is taller than him

you don’t know that they dated in secret for months

you dont know alec’s wardrobe is absolutely hopeless and he only wears years old worn out sweaters with holes in the cuffs and magnus loves it

you dont know that sometimes magnus wears his worn out sweaters

you dont know that they didnt get married for years until alec became consul and they could get married in warlock blue and shadowhunter gold under his new law

you dont know they have two kids, before they ever married

you dont know their first son is named after alec’s brother max, who actually died during the war

you dont know that max’s skin is blue, and his eyes are just a shade darker than alec’s

you dont know that alec loved one man so much he changed the world for him

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[pjowasmy1stfandom]

Okay, first off. THANK YOU SO MUCH for noticing the little details I put in. Even ones I hadn't consciously noticed!!

Some of these shots I had planned since the beginning and others were cause I needed a good transition or bc they came to me partway through. The book going to the TV report was one planned from the beginning, especially because, in the beginning, all Techno really wanted from life was to become one of the legendary authors. Now, he wants to stay out of the public eye as much as possible. (I'm not saying it's impossible for him to want, or even have, both things, but it'll certainly be difficult)

I was really hoping the viewer would be able to tell who the three shadows were. Phil I wasn't worried about, but the Piglins were basically just people without super distinctive silhouettes beyond 'there's two of them and Techno's been hallucinating them too' so I just hoped the silhouettes would be enough. Also part of me wanted to put the Wither in somewhere, but 1) I couldn't figure out how to add her exactly in a way that would make sense bc 2) I honestly couldn't remember if he hallucinated her or not because 3) Strangely enough, getting kidnapped by the Nether wasn't Techno's highest paranoia problem, haha

And yess, the fact that Phil won't stop showing Techno love, even when Techno's straight up hallucinating him is another one of the scenes that I daydreamed and instantly went 'yes, this is happening'. Hands are HARD, but it was worth it. Honestly, that third scene, right before it switches to Phil's face, is probably one of my absolute favorites.

I also really like the head jerk, Techno is just done with Phil and his love.

I wanted to do a whole spin sequence with the 'panicking again, dancing with adrenaline', as Techno did the whole running his bloody hands through his hair, to kinda have it be like everything's spinning out of Techno's control, but that was too hard for me to figure out when I got to that point and I didn't want to fight my brain, so I just did the swivel with Techno yelling instead.

Aaaaaa YESSSSS my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE PART OF THIS WHOLE THING. The hair flip is amazing and awesome. I kinda wanted the colors to be slightly closer, so it'd be more like the blood is staining Techno's hair as he's desperately trying to keep his personal identity to what he's made himself to be (rather than mold his entire way of thinking to what Phil wants or to what the Wither wants or to what anyone else wants). But yeah, the running his hands through his hair with stress and panic (I do it as a person with long hair, so it made sense. Also, I actually used myself as a perspective model for some of the shots to get angles right and such. Especially bc I have long hair, so I could figure out how his hair would fall) and the just kinda staring at his hands in shock and horror before looking up at Phil... Yessss

The eye shots were one of those transitions I just kinda did bc why not, honestly. I needed something more between the hair flip and Phil, but I wasn't sure what. Then my brain gave me this and went, 'you gotta' and refused to give me any explanation why it worked. I wasn't really sure why until you pointed it out. Yess, it'd be because he's seeing blood everywhere... (Also the fact that other versions of him are literally called Blood God...)

Fun fact, I was actually planning on having Phil have the blood-stained hands the whole time, but I didn't like it, it was too.... Mmm, stationary, I think? It wasn't interesting enough. So I changed it so he was just an ominous shadow standing guard until the last scene, where he reaches out to Techno with bloody outstretched hands, like he's waiting for Techno to run into his waiting arms

Do you think the minimal color pallette's good or would it be better in color? I went with it bc I was trying to see if it would affect my drawing/perfectionism, but in color would probably be cool too. It'd definitely take away from the dramatic hair flip scene though.

Anyway, happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate, and hope your probably semi-normal day goes especially well if you don't!

@nomsfaultau Here it is!! Voices In My Head, one of the songs that has joined my MFR playlist

I'm actually incredibly proud of this. I tried a new brush to try and combat my perfectionism and I think it worked, considering that this is done. I'm not super happy with some of the shots, but I think overall it looks alright!

Let me know what your favorite parts are!

[albino-parakeet]

Jwct countdown May 14-15 prompt: Favorite Ship

Yaz and Sammy living the life I wish I had. Sapphic dinosaur ranch owners lol. Ft. Bumpy in the background

Of course I had to draw these two. Their kiss/confession scene is on repeat in my mind all the time and I’m still so just in awe that it happened. Here’s to hoping they stay together and happy throughout all of Chaos Theory! @campbenji

Timelapse undercut:

Song used in Timelapse (and is the same one I listened to on repeat while working on this)-> Real Love by Cat Clyde