#im gonna do watercolor later

[kinos-fortress-2]

does this even looks like a tf2 fanart anymore

[yuutaguro]

hey, how are you? i love your art! i am just learning how to use procreate, and i was wondering what brushes or canvas do you use to get the paper effect when you’re drawing? sorry, i hope you don’t mind me asking. thank you. ☺️

hehe well i’m gonna do a basic comprehensive tutorial on my drawing process and general guidelines i follow when doing art (hope you dont mind im using ur ask), i’ll start with my process first

brushes i use:

lineart: “ink bleed” brush that comes preprogrammed in procreate

coloring/texture: maxpacks watercolor set (while in the pricy range, ive been using it for years and i think its a worthy investment, he also has sales occasionally)

for sketching: HB pencil that comes with procreate but you can use whatever

so my lineart, i typically duplicate my original layer, “color fill” the new layer with a dark red (or any dark color of ur choice), gaussian blur it @ 3% and set it to multiply and that just gives it some depth (for this piece i actually copied my dark red lineart and adjusted the opacity to make it a little darker so there’s 3 layers in total here)

now on to COLORING, i start off with a solid bright color (usually one that goes with the general palette you’d like to use, i wanted something warm so i went with a pink base)

create a new layer and thats where the colors come in, i typically do a rough estimate of the colors i want to use at this point, cause they can be adjusted later in the “color balance” setting under “adjustments” once you have your coloring done (this is all on one layer)

now my SECRET is i use the WASH GRAINY brush as an ERASER and lightly go over my color layer so the pink base comes through a little and unifies the colors and gives it that yummy texture. sometimes i erase the base color too for a little more texture but thats not necessary for every single drawing. once i erase enough, i go to “color balance” adjustment tool and mess with the hues till i get the result i want.

after that i create a multiply layer and with my WASH GRAINY brush i do shadows/face rendering. and with this piece specifically i did an add layer to simulate sunlight on them (i do extra layers at my own discretion, so have fun with it :)

as a final cherry on top i create another multiply layer, fill it with white and then set a noise filter on it @ 17% (dont ask why that number it just works for me lmao) and thats it!

if i need to clarify anything dont hesitate to ask! like i said we dont gatekeep here

and some general tips: dont over-articulate your drawing, cause i find the more i fuss with details the more stiff my drawings look, so i suggest being a little more loose with lineart/sketching and dont sweat the small stuff

same goes for coloring, the more simplistic your shapes are the more cohesive ur drawing will look

another coloring tip: if you’re having trouble with ur drawings looking “muddy” i recommend starting off with a black and white render so you can get a handle on your values before you worry about hue (i do this with my more rendered portraits but i find it helps you focus on the depth of your drawing)

[operation-prom]

ok so i have a lifelong fixation on the card game Thirteen, which is played with a normal playing card deck, and i do this thing where i analyze all the media i like by what strength/rank of card each character would be. and i decided i was going to make a venture brothers card deck based on the rules of 13 and draw a character on all 54 cards in the deck.

i started this process YEARS AGO. and have gone through multiple irritations do to improving my art overtime, and i was actually close to finished with it but then my drawing app got CORRUPTED. and i have lost access to every single piece of digital art ive ever made. so. NOW im starting the process AGAIN with watercolors. but whatever who fucking cares.

long winded post but i’m gonna be posting my art for it on here as i make it probs. anyway fuck my stupid baka life. and jonas venture sr. is the 2 of diamonds because he haunts the narrative and you can never truly escape him. later gamers

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Beginning Of The End Series

Summary: You were once a “honeybee”, now you’re simply a “bunny”. Can an alliance and friendship still last after one’s former lover became the current lover of another?

Pairings: ELP x Reader x Jay White

Warnings: +18

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @pleasantpastels

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

When I found myself alone in the hotel room that afternoon it all hit me like a brick wall. I had barely gotten to Japan and I already felt exhausted, my body ached, my heart was heavy but my mind was racing. After Riley showed me the text he received after I slept last night, I had no doubt that Jay had also gotten one.

I thought of every possibility I could find but still none of them made sense. Riley made a comment in the morning about how he thinks that Jay is behind all of this but in my heart I knew better than that.

Still I found myself here, in front of his hotel room, knocking on his door so I could talk to him about the texts and do the one thing I promised myself I would never do: willingly come after Jay.

Jay had finished pulling his sweatpants up his hips when someone knocked on his door. Frowning at the unsolicited visit at this time of the afternoon, Jay finished squeezing the excess water from his hair with a towel and tossed the damp fabric on top of his bed.

Choosing to look for a clean t-shirt later, he opened the door dressed just in his sweatpants, with his damp hair sticking to his chest.

“Yeah?” He asked before opening the door widely. His voice was completely lost, words were unable to form on his tongue, heart beating fast with both surprise and happiness, his mind nothing more than a white canvas.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, please?”

Jay’s body reacted as if on autopilot, he nodded in confirmation and stepped aside so you could come into his room. It all felt like a dream, a dream painted in watercolors, with soft lines but vibrant colors, so soothing and breathtaking.

“Are you really here? I’m not dreaming, am I?” His hand cupped your cheek, calloused thumb caressing your soft skin, gray eyes sparkling with fulfillment and disbelief.

“Jay, please” Your hands closed around his wrist, slowly pulling his burning touch away from your face.

It took Jay a few seconds to regain his composure but once he felt somewhat in control of his body again he smiled sadly “I’m sorry, I don’t know what took over me” Jay’s eyes focused on your face, and as he felt himself starting to drown in your eyes again he spoke “Anyway, would you like to sit down?” He pointed towards the messy bed before taking a spot on top of the fumbled sheets but you only shook your head in return “No, thank you”

“How can I help you?”

Your eyes momentarily darted to the floor, as a way to ground yourself to whatever answer he might give you. “Jay” You refocused your gaze on his gray eyes. Eyes that were never able to lie to you, even when his mouth did. “I’m gonna ask you something, but I need you to be dead honest with me”.

The urgency in your voice had Jay’s heart tightening with worry, “Honeybee, you’re scaring me”

“Promise me, Jay”

“I promise” He quickly replied “What happened?”

“Did you send me or Riley any kind of text messages from an unknown number?”

“No. Why would I sen-” The words died on Jay’s lips as the memories from last night hit him, “I got a text last night from an unknown number too. They asked what would I do to get you back, and at first I thought it was a joke because what kind of weirdo would send someone a message at 3 am-”

“You were awake at 3 am?”

“Yeah, I had a nightmare and woke up a little after 3:30, why?”

This was one of the things that always frightened you when you were together, the synchrony. Unexplainable synchronized occurrences: dreams, nightmares, pains, thoughts, sicknesses, feelings…it was all tied together by a silver string that somehow managed to connect you and Jay even when you were thousands of miles away from each other. Synchrony that apparently had never died, even though your relationship did.

It only took a glance at his direction for Jay to understand what had happened.

“You had a nightmare and woke up at the same time too” He said in a whisper “What was yours about?”

“You, me and Riley. At a dirt crossroad and…blood” You sighed heavily “A lot of blood. Yours?”

“Charlie, you and I. Then eventually Lisa” Jay felt his mouth starting to taste bitter after speaking the last name. “Charlie was…he was our son…yours and mine. We lived in our old apartment and we were lying on the couch, you were breastfeeding him and had your back against my chest, I was twirling your hair with my fingers and we were talking about taking Charlie to the park when someone knocked on the door. It was Lisa, she took him away from us, and started screaming at the top of her lungs that he was her child not ours. Just hers” Jay felt the same shiver running down his spine again “And, ummm…you were-”

The loud knocking had both yours and Jay’s heart beating frantically with fright.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were expecting someone” You quickly apologized

Jay’s eyebrows frowned, as he bolted from the bed “But I’m not” He walked the small distance between the bed and door.

His hand closed around the doorknob and once his eyes spotted the person standing in the hallway his frown got deeper as he spat “You? What the fuck are you doing here?!”

There was something bothering Riley ever since you told him you were going to ask Jay about the text messages. A lingering, burning feeling had settled in his chest and gave no indications of leaving anytime soon. Similar to an irritated patch of skin that one continues to incessantly scratch, causing the burning sensation to grow and spread throughout the uncontaminated flesh, this feeling of anger and worthlessness was taking over Riley’s rational side to a point where he stopped his workout just so he could go back to your room.

*If she wanted to stay with him, she would never have left him in the first place! And if she wanted to cheat on me with him, she wouldn’t have been honest with me and said she would go there and talk to him. Just think about it, if she had anything to hide she wouldn’t be so upfront and honest about her actions* Riley thought to himself as he pressed the button to the 7th floor.

“She loves me, she’s with me, she loves me” He repeated to himself like a mantra, until the elevator doors opened and the screaming coming from Jay’s room made Riley whisper “Bunny”, and so, he ran towards the direction of the deafening screams.

“What the fuck are you doing in my man’s room, bitch?” Lisa screamed. She took quick steps towards you before Jay closed his grip around her arm, roughly pulling her back. “Respect her!” Jay warned, he stepped in front of Lisa, blocking her view of you as you stood behind him. “Where’s my son?”

“With Keiko. I told her I was coming so she came and picked him up so I could stay with you alone for a bit” Lisa purred, eyelashes batting at Jay as her hands caressed his bare chest .

Jay pushed her hands away from his body with a grunt “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I missed you!”

“I didn’t say you could come here, Lisa!”

“I didn’t know I needed your permission!” She huffed loudly, closing her arms in front of her chest as she asked “Why are you putting on a show, Jay? Why do you want to pretend that our relationship sucks? Is it because of her?”

“Pretend it sucks?” Jay laughed, sarcasm dripping from every word “It does suck, Lisa. As a matter of fact our relationship is a fucking disgrace! A never-ending torture!”

“Jay, please” You pleaded, trying to put some sense into his mind.

You, more than anyone, knew how harsh Jay’s words could be. They’re cold and sharp like a dagger that sinks deeper into your heart after every sentence. When Jay wants, he manages to be the most hurtful, cold and mean person anyone could ever know.

“Honeybee, trust me when I say she deserves every word” Jay’s voice was cold and distant. He kept his deadly gaze fixed on Lisa, so you tried once again.

“She’s the mother of your child, Jay. Choose your words wisely, please”

“Stay out of it, bitch!” Lisa spat at you “What makes you think you can get in between Jay and I? I don’t need your intervention nor your fucking help!” She took a step to the right so she could look at you “If you think that I’ll let you take him away from me, you don’t know me at all. You’ll never have him back!”

“I don’t want him back, Lisa”

“No? What the fuck are you doing here then? You're the one to blame, you know? For everything! I don’t get it, I truly don’t get it, what do you have that’s so charming and attractive that every fucking man seems to be obsessed with you? You have Riley now, don’t you? You love him, no? So why don’t you let him obsess over you and stop running after my fiancé?!

“I don’t run after Jay, Lisa. But it would be pointless to explain anything to you because you’re so focused on your own obsession and fantasy that you refuse to see anything remotely different from your own perceptions. As for Riley, please refrain yourself from bringing him into your mess. Our relationship will never be like yours nor will he ever treat me the way Jay treats you and you know why? Because I would never allow a man to treat me so poorly. But I guess people are right when they say that others treat you the way you treat yourself, so I don’t expect any less coming from you” You closed the distance between you and her until you stopped mere inches away from her face.

“You want Jay? Keep him, he’s all yours. But I’ll tell you this only once: keep my relationship and Riley’s name out of your mouth. I do love Riley, although my feelings don't concern you, but don’t you ever make the mistake of blaming me or Riley as the cause for your unhappiness. If you don’t have what it takes to maintain a somewhat normal relationship with someone who deeply despises you, you and Jay are the only ones to blame” You calmly replied before your gaze traveled to the pair of blue eyes standing by the door.

The urgency to defend you gradually turned into admiration and finally an unexplainable lust. Riley had listened to the whole argument and decided to intervene right after Lisa began to spit bitter words at you. But when Riley listened to the “I don’t want him back, Lisa” coming out of your mouth when the other woman accused you of wanting Jay back, Riley instantly froze in place.

Those words poured over him like a bucket of ice water, catching him by surprise before they woke him up to the reality of the one thing he wanted to hear the most: that you don’t want Jay anymore. Your follow up response to Lisa and the way you defended Riley and your relationship made Riley’s cock grow painfully hard.

He once heard his best friend talking about the emotional boners he would get with his wife, like the need to protect her when she felt sad or even when she cried, or the instant hard on he would get when she did something incredibly courageous or protective of him or someone she loved and the action flooded his heart with admiration.

“Those are the ‘love boners’, man. The real ones. When you get one of those with a chick, that’s when you know she’s the woman of your life”,was what his best friend had said to him once on a winter night at their favorite bar in Ontario. At the time, Riley thought this was complete bullshit, I mean how the fuck can you get a boner not from being turned on but from your feelings alone?

However, he understood how now. Because of you he understands how a man can have a true ‘love boner’.

When your eyes met him in that silently deep stare that only you possess, the one that can see directly into his soul, Riley was absolutely certain that the small velvet box he had hidden inside of his bag was the best spent money of his life.

[alinktoana]

30 day no fanart challenge

this is the meat of the challenge: no fanart for 30 days (oh wow lol) 1. drawing categories/prompts instead of IP: it can be *anything*, it can be food, hobbies/professions, folklore/mythology. eg: actual taiko drums instead of taiko no tatsujin characters, cute dinosaurs instead of yoshi, cool hedgehogs instead sonic (lol) 2. IF i happen to wanna draw fanart, it's gotta be at least 100 years old (anything before 1924) eg: drawing fanart of John Tenniel's Alice (1865) and not disney Alice (1951), Albert Lynch's Joan of Arc (1903) and not Clone High Joan (2002). ps: im not sure about famous people yet, but i think ill go with the same idea that theyd have to have been dead before 1924.

here's some stuff ive drawn with that in mind, even though i hadnt stablished the challenge yet lol

why a no fanart challenge? well well well, if this isnt another post artist alley eulogy lol

here's some background feelings: after having helped promote 2 japanese food festivals and tabled on both its artist alley's, and knowing myself, and having grown up in the age of comic/book to film adaptations and the rebootprequelsequelmagaddon, it's really hard for me not to fanart, even though i trashtalk hollywood all the time for not taking risks and doing original stuff, lo and behold, i do the same. who am i to judge _anything_ when i watched all three star wars sequels in theaters and crushed on kylux for years, i was kneedeep into hannigram, i gave money to the barbenheimer industrial complex. how can i blame RGG for not letting kiryu go when i _cried legit tears of joy_ when pirate majima was announced? (granted, it's not as bad as the kiryu situation lol but this is about ma$cots, not me lol)

i love a lot of characters, a lot of stories, im always jumping from show to show, game to game, and coming back to them. but i wanna go beyond my love for other people's art and be in love with my own, now that im at a better skill and mental state. it might not resonate as much, specially at the japanese festivals im a part of, but i wanna try. and im gonna start slow, i *am* going to draw japanese food, japanese animals, and create my tiny little scenes and see what comes up. i love stickers with every fiber of my being lol so ill always have in mind that ill draw stuff that i would wanna stick on my own sketchbooks and journals. but i need to do this, at least for 30 days. who knows what will happen later, you know? a friend of mine once said that colored pencils are like sugar, and graphite pencils are like veggies. and i feel like fanart and not-fanart is the same. we love fanart, but it's not healthy to only draw fanart... also i love people who delve into IP OCs and stuff, it always seems a lot of fun. i could try that, but i think ill cut my fanart ties cold turkey and then i can figure something out, i dont know lol i could go back to d&d character sheets lol another side note: i went to film school bc i loved watching movies. i wanted to tell stories, but i had no idea how, and i didnt think i had the talent for drawing. i started studying japanese and bullet journaling, bc i had the urge to draw, and those were the mediums that were close enough to drawing i felt i could try. and then hannibal happened, i had a roommate who was learning to watercolor, and i was like, screw it, let me draw hannigram bc i love them lol ive had the opportunity to make some movies, but logistically and creatively, they never felt as good as having the spark of inspiration, sketching, linearting, painting, printing and selling these tiny ass stickers. there is some control freakness in that, sure lol but there's also a need to build confidence in my own abilities, which sadly i didnt have a space for in movie sets... anyway, ill always mourn not having spent my teens drawing, but im making my kid self proud now <3 also i might post my new stickers at some point, i still havent made a pinned post lol but someday, you know so yeah, if anyone's reading this, ty lol TLDR: if you draw, write, sculpt, whatever, anything, and you tend to do fanart, ask yourself if you're fanarting a bit too much, if there's a way of turning your love for these characters/worlds into something different and more you.

[irotinmyroom]

Could u tell me more about Mason aka your creepypasta oc?? They seem interesting-

IM GLAD HE SEEMS INTERESTING!! i pretty much just made him (and i havent fully perfected his story yet) but ill just put some things about him here!! i'll probably make a big post later explaining his story, like i did with my other oc elias which you can find here (i dont rlly like the art on that post anymore so dont judge!!!!)

ANYWAYS starting off, he's practically a ghost, or some paranormal entity (haven't really decided yet and a ghost sounds too cliche to me) and he kinda just aimlessly wanders around the forest, not really able to accept that he's actually dead.

i'm not gonna get tooo in depth with the story cause i havent really figured out the full story yet, but the basic premise is that before his death, he was a pretty socially awkward kid, and didn't really fit in much at school, but he still enjoyed it either way!! he had (and mostly still does) a strong love for photography, human nature, wildlife and SCIENCE!! in his science class specifically, he met this guy named cole, and they bonded over their shared liking of science. cole was quite popular, and practically led him on (knowing that mason started developing feelings for him) leading to his eventual death. (will elaborate on that in the post i make later on when i figure stuff out!) after his death, he got revenge on bro!! leading to him wandering around in the forest which he died in and soon finding slenderman, and slenderman taking him in as a 'proxy'!!! (i have a type(?) (kinda) of a slendermansion au) though he still lives in the forest, not really.. remembering much of that specific encounter, causing him to get lost a LOT.

FUN FACTS ABOUT HIM CAUSE!!! needs to be included

favorite animal is foxes!! his favorite flower is sunflowers, and he LOVESSS statues!!! he also really enjoys writing and literature in general! (he has a very big vocabulary!!!)

he has a unilateral incomplete cleft lip, which im not very good at drawing, but its there! also freckles spread across his nose and cheeks, and he also has heterochromia. (green and brown!!) his nose pretty much constantly bleeds, he WOULD be that kid in class that has to go to the bathroom/nurse for a bloody nose daily.

in his post-death form, he has a huge messy hole/gash in the side of his stomach, as well as a similar one on his left calf that expands onto the front of his leg a bit. he's semi-transparent with his form taking on a green-ish tint!

he has a hard time seeing things up close, so he occasionally will wear glasses, although rarely.. another little small detail is that he found a tube of mascara in the woods once and curiously just kinda.. put it on and has been wearing it ever since, even though its so messy due to how he just goes for it and CANT CLEAN OFF HIS FACE!! the fact that he probably smells like burning leaves is another thing i put in my notes app 4 some reason but you get the vision

something i was thinking about and jotted down in my notes app about him is that if he was a type of painting (in his post-death form) he'd be a messy, soft watercolor with sharp and ragged lineart (if that makes sense?) and also with types of art, i feel like he'd be performance art. just a thought i had that i thought was rlly cool!!

tldr i love my oc!!!! thank you for the ask, anon!! sorry about this being super long and also kinda hard to understand, but i promise ill make it easier to read whenever i do make a big post about him!! thank u for reading

[adminlunata]

I think imma make a post abt myself bc why not! This is my blog *Villan laugh*

Anyway, Im Admin Luna! I also go by Terry or Terrylu.

Im 21! 🎉

That said, my blog/tumblr acc is gonna be 18+ MINORS DNI!!

Im a bi+bigender person, pronouns: they/she/he

Im Hispanic/Native 🇲🇽

Im into LOTS OF THINGS, and I've always wanted to share those things so my blog might be a mess of a lot of things! :3 Also, I might do a lot of self inserts, so if u dont like that. Then SKIDADLE!!

Intrests:

Art, (like all of em) I started drawing again recently after abt a 3yr break, both digital and traditional! Currently trying to learn nsfw art its reaaally hard 😭😭 but yall get to see my failed attempts lol. Also trying to start up a small jewelry business. I like beads and shiny jewelry. I also want to retry watercolor and acrylic painting, maybe try playing with pastels :p Pottery is cool, and so is glass work!! Im sure there are other art media im missing, but eh.

Books/reading, I LOVE READING. I've been in love with it since i learned that i could read cool stories, lol. Uh, I might try bookbinding in the foreseeable future. Might try to write again too.

Plants, I used to work as a florist! So, I've gotten into flower arranging. Might post old arrangements ive done, maybe learn to draw new ones instead since flowers are expensive 😅 Im also super interested in foraging and gardening, thanks Warriors and later SDV I just need to learn more abt identifying local edible plants and mushies before I try eating anything. I grew my first tomato plants and Marigold flowers this year!

Cosplay/sewing, I've always wanted to try cosplay, but I've found it a bit expensive to perform, so it might be a bit till then. But i have plenty of time to learn to sew, I'm also trying to learn to embroidery since it's part of my culture, and it's pretty.

Games, Im mostly a cozy gamer as much as id like to be good at fps i have 0 aim, that said it hasnt stopped me from playing OW. But typically play Minecraft, SDV, forager, terreria, ow, genshin, pokemon and zelda. I also rlly rlly RLLY want to try DnD but idk how anything works lol and my friends are too busy to start a campaign, im also too shy to join an online one so 🤷

Food, i LOVE cooking its such a pleasant chore i dont consider it a chore anymore lol. Im still trying to learn to bake tho? Its rlly difficult but I've managed to master my choco cookies 🍪

I think thats all! Thanks for reading this far, i will continue to add to it if i remember something else im into lol. And learn how to make things pretty in tumblr enjoy your stay!

[make-me-imagine]

hey im so sorry to hear about your cousin. it must be really hard especially it feels like everything all at once.

both of my granddads passed within a few months of each other and it was really hard especially taking care of my family. so i can kind of understand. its not the same but it is similar and my condolences to you and your family.

were you close with your cousin? what were some good times you shared with them?

hows your mum doing now? is she any better? did you go to the doc or get any meds?

that is a huge win omg! what have you been painting? what method (like oil or acrylic or watercolor)?

whats your favorite thing you've added in your garden so far? is the heat bearable? what about the bunnies?

I'm sorry to hear that. It is difficult losing family close together.

We were close when I was younger but not as much recently. He reached out when my dad died, and that was the last time I spoke with him.

My mother is actually in End Stage COPD and is on hospice at home now. She has a nurse and aid that come by once a week. I will continue to be her full-time caretaker until her death, like I did for my dad. Though she is in end stage copd she is doing alright and could still live for a year or so, depending on if she gets sick again or if her co2 levels rise too high which is what almost killed her a few times earlier in the year. She has a cpap machine for that, but it doesn't always help.

I recently finished a painting of a Grecian seaside town that I had been working on slowly for like 3 years lmao. I have started two more projects, just a regular painting but also a pointillism starry night study. I use acrylic but I want to explore watercolors. I have used oil paint in the past but its so messy lol.

So far I have green beans and tomatoes. I planted some carrots but I don't think they are gonna come up. The seeds might be too old, or something snuck in and ate the seeds. I also have planted Zinnias, Marigolds and wildflowers!

I have some squash I am going to plant later in the year as well.

The heat is not too bad yet we've been reaching high 80's this week, and the bunnies are prolific! lol haven't seen any babies yet but their are a lot of adults so I assume babies will soon follow.

xx

[chena-h]

Man, it's been raining so much lately. On the one hand it's nice but oof, I do not like driving in rainy weather. Way too stressful.

So, I've been in a reflective mood lately. Sure it comes with the time of year. Creatively speaking, I feel like 2022 was pretty good for me. Im feeling more confident about things I create or ideas I get than I have in the past. I'm kinda happy about that.

Definitely focused more on writing than drawing. While I didn't publish much, I did feel great about the things I did managed to complete. Started taking more notes and being ok with wips. I feel like that's helped a lot. Head feels a little less cluttered and I'm relieved to know that I have a place where I can revisit my ideas when the time is right.

Didn't sketch or draw as much as I wanted to. It's hard because I have so many pencils and pens now (my brother even got me a set of pastels I'm excited about using). I'm not one for resolutions but I'd like to make some time to practice drawing more things. More practice in colored pencil for sure and trying to get through all my pens. At some point, I would like to venture into painting with inkwashes. Watercolors seem super intimidating to me. I've only painted with acrylics a few times and I don't really have the space for it. Maybe someday.

But yeah, this year, I want to try and work on my sense of organization when it comes to my creative projects. Art wise, I tend to be scatter brained ;w; I don't know what that will look like yet, but basically I want to balance time for writing and art projects.

Art wise, I still have that thing I was mentioning last year that I want to finish. I'm about a little over a quarter of the way there, I think? Just need to practice sketching some pieces out more before I draw the final versions. After that, I have a similar project I kind of want to do as well as a short series of portraits feat. one of my blorbos. At first, I wanted it to just be one drawing but I like all the ideas too much to choose just one orz. I also am undecided on which medium(s) to use. I'll see.

Writing wise...lol, I have so many wips now! Which is good. I do feel like I'll return to the Akira manga au series at some point. I've got more scenes from that AU (and I figured out how to end it)! There's also some one shots and a shorter series I hope to finish, but I'm very particular about the order in which I publish fics so idk when that'll be. Right now, though, the bnha fics are what I'm drawn to the most so I'll likely be focusing on those. Want to finish the first part of the series I posted, continue with the Villain AU, and maybe (maybe?) get the first chapter of the other series posted??? Gonna shoot for February for that one, but no guarantees there. There's also that highly ambitious AU fic that I want to write and publish this year, but there's still kinks for me to iron out with that one.

I think this is the longest time I've focused on fanart more than anything original, which is new for me. There are some projects related to my OCs that I have kicking around. Maybe I'll get to those later in the year. I've been debating whether to post original fics to AO3. I went on a deep dive the other night looking for fics tagged as QPR because I was curious and found way more original works than I expected. I know AO3 isn't technically for that, but I generally prefer to have one dedicated place to share stuff. I do have a RoyalRoad account though, so maybe I could use that instead.

Trying to stay positive about this year.

[wonwooslibrary]

CALL CALL CALL HAD THE BEST OUTFITS FR. and ur so right about wonwoo's green suit like... bro ur out here looking like oscar the grouch... its not a good look on you...

omg don't say ur gonna fail sociology :(( U GOT THIS I BELIEVE IN YOU !! i also am planning on taking sociology cus i wanna take law later on (fml...). most likely in my opinion would be chan because he gives me the vibes. least likely would be shua or vernon because they are both fairly consistent in what they do.

since i'm finally working on ur fic, i wanted to ask u a couple questions to make it more personal. don't feel pressured to reveal too much because we all have our boundaries. alright, lesgo

q: are there any specific soulmate au prompts you enjoy(ed)? do u think there's a specific member who suits it the most? (🕯️- i love the classic red string prompts! I've read a lot of webtoons and mangas on them so it's nice to read them in a fanfic. 🌙-)

q: outside of svt, what're you're hobbies or interests? (🕯️- i like to bake, watercolor, write stories in my journal, and read novels :p i have my own bookclub with my friends lmao its usually just us yelling over characters 🌙-)

q: would u consider yourself an extrovert or an introvert? (🕯️- i don't believe in ambiverts im sosorry. but anywho, i'm an introvert because i get drained pretty easily. i need a minimum of 7 hours of alone time otherwise i'll tear my hair out. 🌙-)

q: do u like recieving gifts? anything specific? (🕯️- i like receiving jewlerry the most as a gift. earrings/piercings are my favourite accessory and im planning on getting a septum when i have the opportunity. 🌙-)

good luck on exams sammie!! i wish u all the best.

🕯️anon

UPDATE: bestie did not fail sociology....or at least I don't think I will anymore...I have a C+ right now and I'm currently writing my final paper, but I don't think my paper is going to be bad enough to lower my grade!!!

I'm ngl I did totally forget we have to write fics lmao rip why am I like this but YES I LOVE QUESTIONS!

q: are there any specific soulmate au prompts you enjoy(ed)? do u think there's a specific member who suits it the most? (🕯️- i love the classic red string prompts! I've read a lot of webtoons and mangas on them so it's nice to read them in a fanfic. 🌙- I love literally any soulmate au tbh I think they're all cool! I particularly enjoy matching tattoos and stuff similar to that! my svt biases are jun (ult), coups, jeonghan, and vernon but i love every member and think they all fit their own kind of soulmate aus)

q: outside of svt, what're you're hobbies or interests? (🕯️- i like to bake, watercolor, write stories in my journal, and read novels :p i have my own bookclub with my friends lmao its usually just us yelling over characters 🌙- kpop journalling!!! i'm on my 7th journal and yeah i just love that kind of stuff! I also really like animal crossing, pokemon, minecraft, and other games similar to those. I religiously watch miraculous ladybug like the five year old I am on the inside but it's fine lmao. ooo i also love reading!!! esp popular tiktok books! i'm currently reading The American Roommate Experiment by Elena Armas :3 )

q: would u consider yourself an extrovert or an introvert?(🕯️- i don't believe in ambiverts im sosorry. but anywho, i'm an introvert because i get drained pretty easily. i need a minimum of 7 hours of alone time otherwise i'll tear my hair out. 🌙- if ambiverts don't exist, I'd say....probably more of an extrovert. Although I have a lot of introvert tendencies (and medicated social anxiety lol)...i'm loud. all the time. i literally never shut the fuck up and all of my friends are sick and tired of me :P )

q:do u like recieving gifts? anything specific? (🕯️- i like receiving jewlerry the most as a gift. earrings/piercings are my favourite accessory and im planning on getting a septum when i have the opportunity. 🌙- love language wise, i do not like receiving gifts (my love language is physical touch lmao), but i love buying gifts for others! though if i was to receive a gift, i love wacky earrings, books and literally any type of stationary ever. oh, and money to buy other people gifts with)

I am genuinely going to love anything you write for me so don't stress to much about it! I can't wait to hear back from you!

~ Sammie <3 🌙

[cannedbeeeens]

Some horsies. I used my old Breyer models for this, lol.

[welcometothewarren]

termite cathedral

[bleutectic]

last time i did a month art challenge (mermay) i got major art block afterwards, bUT i kinda really wanna do inktober this year

[15hammerheadsharks]

A lot of art school is ‘draw still life #69420’ well what if I don’t WANT to draw still life #69420? What if I want to draw funney gay cephalopods and anime boys

[early20sfailingplenty]

funny habbits? well i totally forgot i did this until yesterday when my dad pointed it out haha- so im a watercolor painter and (and i bought nontoxic for a reason bc this pallete has lasted me a year or so) but after i rinse off my brush i will sometimes stick the tip in my mouth while deciding what color to use 🤦🤦

im a genius ahaha

OMFG PLEASE😂

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Bo would double take the first time he saw you stick the paintbrush tip in your mouth while painting in the kitchen. Did you really just do what he think you did? He'd come over right away, boots scuffing on the floor in his haste to get to you, "th'fuck y'think y're doin'?". He'd grab your wrist and tug - hard at first, and then lighter when he sees you flinch - and once the brush is away from your mouth, his other hand would squeeze your jaw. "Open. Lemme see if y'got any paint on ya'." He is not gonna let up, so just let him look - he's actually quite worried because paint is not supposed to go in your mouth. You try to tell him two things - a) that the tip was clean when you stuck it in your mouth (the water wasn't, though) and b) that it's non-toxic paint. But Bo doesn't care - you stuck. Your paintbrush. In your mouth. After it had been in your watercolours and filthy water. You also want to point out that this fucker eats roadkill, but you know that calling him out on three separate things, even in a jokey manner, wouldn't go down too well. "Try'n not do that again, y'hear?" He's being serious in this sentence, but with the next, he's lying. "I ain't drivin' nowhere jus' 'cuz y're careless." He cares so much but he has a really odd way of showing it sometimes.

Lester doesn't notice right away the first time you do it in front of him, and it's not until maybe a few hours later that he realises what he saw. Both of you have quirks and strange habits so he doesn't think much of anything odd that you do, but this one has him chuckling while you're washing up together. It came out of nowhere and you blink at him, bemused. "S'how'd that paintbrush taste? Must'a bin' bitter, huh?"

You shrug, grin, and say something like, "I have great survival instincts", and Lester only grins wider.

"Jus' make sure y'don't hurt ya'self, darlin'."

You tell him that it's non-toxic and that all the times you've done it before, you've been just fine, and Lester accepts your word as it is. From that point on, when he catches you doing it, he'll chuckle and come over to kiss the top of your head, calling you his artist and admiring the work you're doing. "S'real pretty, Y/N. Y're great at that. Reckon even Vince would enjoy it." Only Lester could speak of two different people and sound so proud of both in the same breath.

And speaking of...

Vincent has done the same thing so many times that he knows he can't tell you off or lecture you for it. The first time you do it in front of him, he pauses in his sculpting and looks over at you really slowly. It creeps you out a little, but you know it's his "what the fuck?" and you shrug as you tell him that you're picking a colour to use next. Vincent comes over to look at your art - if you're comfy with that. If not, he stays put and just shrugs at you - and tries to help you pick out a colour with a point of a finger mostly hidden in his hoodie sleeves (🥺). It's like a game - point to a colour, point to the area he thinks it would go best. You two bounce artistic ideas off each other and the town looks so much more vibrant for it; even Bo's commented on how good it looks! While Vincent's there beside you, his own work temporarily forgotten, he checks your watercolours. When he sees it's non-toxic, he relaxes, and when it happens in future, he just smiles to himself but doesn't say or do anything unless you ask him for help again.

[goldafterglow]

embellished lungs

Summary: Ezra buys a pretty thing for a pretty thing.

Request: hc about what renders Ezra speechless 😶 - @lose-eels (this is not even what you asked for but fuckin here ig im sorry sgkfjdshg)

Pairing: Ezra x reader

Word Count: 2.6k+

Warnings: a big fat drabble?, very really soft, not beta read and tbh barely even normal read i read this maybe twice oops

Author’s Note: i almost put this just like under the ask but I’m not gonna sit here and act like this is a drabble bc i’m a clown. i don’t want to talk about it. and spitting this out bc I was soft for Ezra and @mrpascals made me

Gif Cred: my wife and my baby @pascalplease

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He spies it in the open market while he’s stocking up on supplies.

The day is hot, the Sun bearing down on its disciples with a violent red fury, but it’s light is strong, bright. Everything is reflective, hot to the touch from boiling in the heat, and all of the creatures begin to melt together like dyed wax to form one big discernable blob, if you really squint. Ezra’s sweat escapes the barrier of his brows and leaks past his lashes, dragging across his eyes and stinging a little, blurring his vision and dripping onto his arms, but he doesn’t care. He’s far too exhilarated.

The market in itself is absolutely brilliant to him; he’s always been enthralled by this, by people and pretty things, and to be completely surrounded by both felt like something akin to sensory overload. His heart is racing at the sight of people traversing the dirt road, loitering and browsing through produce colored so vibrantly he wonders if the bright red apples and deep indigo berries have been dipped in the tinted glow of fairies that dance in the forest. And he’s utterly taken by the art and trinkets. He’s always had a little soft spot for art - a tender, exposed section of his beating flesh that is so sensitive, so delicate and so easy to provoke. And right now, he seems like he’s subject to a battering ram, pounding against his chest in the best way possible.

His eyes dart around quickly as he tries his best to take everything in. He finds himself cherishing every little interaction, every stranger whose shoulder he is forced to brush in an attempt to make his way through the market, every vendor that begs to him, calls to him to try “just one last berry sir. I’m sure your lover will be delighted by the raspberries from yesterday’s harvest.” He ended up buying a quaint six ounces just so that he could feed them to you. But that would be a treat for later.

And just like that, he is thinking of you. The prettiest, most beautiful thing. A sculpture with imperfections so perfect that he knows it must have taken eons to craft you out of gold and diamonds and the soft fluff of hummingbird feathers and butterfly wings. You are art, a walking, breathing, touchable piece that he gets to admire up close. It’s a privilege, really, to have been gifted with Kevva’s finest handiwork.

As his pupils peruse the stands, admiring his surroundings, they suddenly become frozen in place, permanently stuck on a little trinket that’s caught his attention: a necklace. The gem sitting in the center isn’t aurelac; it’s much more vibrant, much more dramatic and almost rainbow when he looks at it from different angles. The chain isn’t long, and knowing you the gem would fall right between your collarbones. He can already envision you wearing it, like a child flicking watercolors onto the Venus de Milo, but he wants to see his deep green paint draped around your shoulders. The way he sees it when you wear his clothing, when you’re adorned with bruises of his passion like stars adorn the sky, when you wear him. It’s intoxicating, seeing that he’s had any impact on your life and that you parade it around like a trophy. That you think about him without him prompting you to do so - not that he isn’t constantly in your presence. But he wants to buy it just so that he can see you wear it. Perhaps even only wear it.

He’s already thinking about how fucking gorgeous you would look in it. He is thinking about putting it on you, tugging on it ever so lightly in a way that signals to you - that is, rather than exerting any true force on you - that he wants a kiss. Perhaps pulling on it a little harder so that metal bites your skin and you can feel it, feel him digging into the soft flesh of your neck. Now he’s imagined a thousand scenarios in which he can have his way with you just by getting you to wear this piece, and he has to purchase it.

When the vendor finally hands it to him, packaged with care and placed deep into the hollow of a black velvet box, he finds that it barely fits in his pocket. He doesn’t care, though, because it’s too exquisite an accessory to be thrown in with the other supplies and it’s too precious for him to take it out of the box. He’s excited when he comes back to the pod, back home where you are.

Home is you.

He assumes you must’ve heard him come in, the pod door loud and rambunctious as he dumps the bags into the center of the pod space and then crawls in himself - it was hard enough with two arms, nonetheless one. He lets out a sight as if to let the excitement drain out his vessels and into the atmosphere of the cockpit, mingling with the peace and solitude to create a soft buzz that zings through his ears and vibrates his eyes. The exhilaration from being the market was utterly electric, but he is home now. He can crawl into you, let you absorb into him, and he likes how you can make his heart race a million miles and yet also pacify him, a cold compress to his aching soul to help reduce inflammation. He wants to maintain that semblance of the intricate pastel harmony, adorned in lilac and peach hues. So he stands in the middle of the cockpit and closes his eyes, lets himself sway to the rhythm of his lungs for a moment. Just a fraction of solitude, and he doesn’t mind because ever since he met you he has never felt lonely, not even when he’s alone. He always feels you with him.

Once his head has cleared, he palms at his pocket where the little black box still resides, as if to check that he hadn’t dreamt up some fantasy ornament that would look so perfect on you. It’s still there; of course it is, and he feels foolish for thinking that the pretty butterflies would have fluttered it out and flown it away, but sometimes he wonders if the same thing will ever happen to you. If one morning he will wake up and you will have migrated with the birdies, off to seek true warmth because you’re not real, because nothing so good as you could ever be caged by him.

He steps into your shared bedroom and spies you with your back to the entrance. The room is cool, but you’ve elected to wear his shirt, even foregoing pants. His favorite outfit of yours, and he knows you know it. You’re wearing headphones, something he’d picked up for you on your last supply run, and he can tell you’re playing one of those instrumental stations you so adore listening to when you were working. A mutely-colored map is stretched out onto the desk, and he’s not even sure you can focus the music because your mind is moving faster than your poor hand can keep up as you mark up a new dig site. He almost feels bad for interrupting you while you’re in such deep concentration, your forehead smashed into wrinkles without even noticing, but Ezra cannot resist his greed for your attention. Ever so gently, he places his hand on your shoulder from behind so as not to startle you.

You almost immediately register the delicate touch, turning the radio off and pulling your headphones off your ears so you can give this kind artist your undivided attention - Kevva herself knows he's earned it. You turn your head to face him, craning your neck back so you can take his softly smiling depiction like pressing a plush blanket into your face.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you coo, letting your pen fall tumultuously from your hand. The sound of it clanging against the table and then rolling around to a stop fills the room, but you can’t hear it; Ezra is talking now.

“Hey, sweet stardust,” he greets back, voice orange and warm like the heat that simmers under the stars during the summer at midnight.

Comfortable.

 “Hey” was never his preferred salutation, and he’d tried to omit it from his vocabulary for so long, but he started to notice that he likes it when you say to him. Like a little pearl of your voice, so sweet like honey with the honeycomb still mixed in, a little grainy and so cheeky.

“Did you get everything we need?” you ask, beginning to stand to that you can press a hand to his chest, grounding him to the pod and to your sanctuary soul. Ezra grins wide, unable to hide his excitement at your words.

“I in fact exceeded our needs, sweet rose bud,” he says with a pride that fills up your chest and makes you want to hold him tight because you love when he gets giddy like this, with the childlike enthusiasm of showing your parents the shitty drawing you made or your ugly macaroni art. Ezra is light, his tone airy. “I happened to spot a gem that reminded me of your vision and I couldn’t resist the urge to get it.”

You brow furrows a little, not out of confusion but out of curiosity. Ezra’s taste has always inspired you, and you knew his never ending quest for art is always in an attempt to find beauty in everything. You don’t even have to look at it to know that it will be stunning because his stamp of “pretty” approval is your gold standard.

He pulls the box out and opens it facing you so that you can get a good look, really admire it, and you are already taken by the shimmering pendant.

“Oh Ezra, it's - it’s utterly magnificent,” you gush, and he can spot that little glimmer in your eyes that you get when you’re looking at something that you’re enamored with; they way you look when you’re gazing at him. You raise your chin to look at him, his cheeks rosy with delight and sweet eyes crinkled at the corners. “Put it on me.”

It’s not so much of a demand as it is a gentle instruction; you know he wants to, know he’s been thinking about it since he bought it, and you want to be open to him. You want to invite him into your heart, inside of the flower garden of your chest, with open arms because he deserves to feel wanted.

You help him pull the chain out of the bottom of the box, keeping one end in your right hand and letting him take the clasp in his left. He wills himself to move slowly, to savor every little stimulation you send through his skin as he steps behind you. His fingers press against your clavicle, tracing along the bone before traveling up over the valley of your shoulder, tips of his hands brushing against your throat. He is feeling you, mapping out your body because he’ll never get to see an angel in his life but he’s certain you must be the spitting image.

You can feel his breath against your skin, hot and intoxicating as a small film of dampness coats your exposed back and neck. Your right hand rests at the nape of your neck, waiting expectantly, but you don’t rush him. He takes his sweet, sugary time, because the surface of your skin feels like he’s running his fingers through a field of silicone needles, firm but harmless as they stimulate a sensation he never knew he could feel before he touched you for the first time. You’re addictive, the best high he’s ever gotten, and he almost lets his hand lose all abandon and travel so carefully down the front of your body, palming your breast along the way and pressing right into your diaphragm before he keeps going down, down, down…

Almost.

But he will save it for a later time, especially since he’d been fantasizing about you wearing the necklace like a carefully chiseled bust is adorned with sashes. So finally, after what feels like hours of roaming and teasing, you feel that calloused, worn sensation of your lover’s fingers seeking solace against yours. You pin your breath to your lungs, not daring to let it go as you wait for the heavy release of his hand indicating that the necklace is secure. But even once you feel it, even as you let your right hand fall down at your side, Ezra does not take his hand off of you. You don’t want him to.

Slowly, so that he never has to cease his touch, you turn to face him. You’re still looking down at the pendant, in awe of how the gem rests so perfectly between your collarbones. You can’t see Ezra’s adoring gaze, his completely awestruck fixation on how ethereal you are to him. Like you’re emitting a golden glow, too hot to touch and yet begging, inviting his fingers to feel and press and hold. 

Celestial.

He feels his emotions expand in his stomach, diaphragm threatening to spasm. His hand trails up to your chin, palming your jaw as he tenderly lifts your line of sight so that he can see your pretty eyes.

“You’re divine,” he mumbles to you, not wanting to disrupt the tight silence, so tense he’s afraid of speaking too loud lest it break and snap against his cheek leaving an angry raised brand.

Overwhelmed with appreciation, you balance your hands on his shoulders and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, letting it linger so you can savor the honeysuckle dew on his skin. “I love it,” you whisper with a grin.

Ezra giggles.

When you pull back to face him proper, his face is utterly red. His smile reaches the lobes of his ears, bashful and boyish like his belly has just been tickled by the sweetest of baby chicks, and he can barely get a word out. He can’t speak. His mind is in overdrive, completely inundated with a blistering adoration for you and your approval because you said you loved it. His gift is not a splash of children’s watercolors; it is a clean swipe of gold running along your jaw, accenting your beauty and emphasizing just how exquisite you are to him.

“Yeah?” he managed, a soft giggle still passing his lips like the first cries of a baby deer, the first flutters of a newly hatched butterfly.

Adorable.

You can’t resist the urge to giggle back, placing a hand at the nape of his neck and pulling him in for a true kiss on his glittery lips. It only lasts seconds, however, because Ezra can’t stop smiling and you can’t stop giggling, so you both settle for the blissful solitude of pressing your foreheads against one another, breathing in each other's air and taking up the same space.

“It’s gorgeous, Ezra. Thank you,” you whisper lightly so that the wisps of air tickle his upper lip, and suddenly he is so inclined as to press his left arm into the small of your back so that you’re so much closer and kiss you the way you deserve; a dynamic series of long, deep, searing kisses that send you to the clouds and drop you into an endless pit of lavish fluff at the same time. You don’t know how he does this, makes you feel like you don’t exist and that there isn’t anything in the world but you and him, and you often wonder if it’s because Ezra is within you, or that your broken parts and his broken parts make some hauntingly majestic sculpture of its own; something better than the fucking Venus de Milo or Athena or Great Sphinx because it should be something so hideous and yet it feels to utterly priceless to you.

It’s precious.

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