#maybe i will stop pestering u with pencil and paper

[coolnonsenseworld]

Another day another sketch ✨ I always try to give Keith other colors than black and end up regretting

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Could u draw when penumbra from ducktales 2017 is shrunk down permanently and can’t be normal sized again and has to live the rest of her life as a tiny moon warrior goddess while webby takes care of her

You know what? I'm going to say something in response to this that I haven't said to a fanart request in a very long time: No.

No.

I don't usually like denying requests. I like the challenge of drawing something I wouldn't think to draw. I like drawing some favorite characters. I like making other people happy.

But honestly? I'm just tired of all this at this point.

Last week, you asked me for a fanart. And then you sent me the same ask five times, some of them even after I told you I recieved your ask and was working on the drawing. And you dm'd me about it. And after I responded to your sixth ask about it and told you it was in the queue, you asked how long until I'd post the drawing.

It seemed clear that you were excited about it. And yesterday I posted it. Where did that excitement go? Did it funnel into a reblog so all your followers can see the art I drew specifically for you? Did you respond with a comment, even just a "thx," or a dm or ask (since you're so fond of those) to show your appreciation? Did you even give me a like to show my efforts to please you were not in vain?

No.

Instead, you rushed right back to my ask box to make another request. Within twelve hours of recieving the art you'd begged so tirelessly for, you sent me four asks requesting another art, a more detailed one. Some of them don't even ask. They just demand.

What do you think an artist is? Is it simply a machine that lies idle until someone makes a request, then kicks into high gear, spits out a drawing at you, and then goes inactive until it gets another request? Do you think they delete every ask they get in their inbox, then go "oh, no, I've forgotten this drawing, if only someone had requested it seven more times!" Do you think we exist solely to supply your demand and respond to your every whim?

I'm an artist. I love drawing things. And embroidery. And painting. And making moodboards. And editing videos. And gifmaking. And writing. And poetry. And bracelet making. And baking. I love art.

But I also love my job. That's right, I work a real job in between drawing things for free for strangers on the internet. And I like to spend time with my family. That's right, I have family, and we have a good relationship, and I enjoy spending time with them. And I enjoy going to church and volunteering and working with kids and playing games and going shopping and driving to work and talking with my friends and watching tv and eating meals. And I do things I don't enjoy, too, like clean the bathroom, fold laundry, do dishes, clean my room. I am an artist. But I am also a human.

And I am a human who does not have time to keep responding to or deleting multiple asks begging for the same thing. I am a human who does not have time to make art on demand only to turn around and have even more art demanded of me without so much as even acknowledgement of the art I made. Not only do I not have time to do these things, I don't like to do them. I don't like being pestered by strangers to make art I don't want to make. I don't like not receiving recognition for my work. And I don't like to have to be the bad guy and set boundaries when someone is treating me like dirt.

I'm a human. I am not a robot. I am not a content-making machine. I have never once been a proponent of ai generated art, but you make me stop to consider if maybe it's a good thing that it exists, just so that no human artist has to deal with people like you who think they're entitled to our time.

Of course, I am still against ai "art," especially because there's something even better that you can do in order to get exactly the art you want: instead of yelling at a plagarism algorithm or harassing a tired human, just pick up a pencil and a piece of paper and draw it yourself.

You have an idea. You know exactly what you want it to look like. You can capture your vision in a way no one else can. Trace screenshots if you think you "can't" draw. Or just keep trying until you're good. That's what I did. That's what all of us artists did. We kept at it until we got good at what we did. Behind the fanart that you spent a week pestering me about because you were impatient is literal decades of practice that I put into my craft. It might be good for you to try it out for yourself, too.

And to everyone reading this and thinking "oh, no, maybe kazzy has had enough and I shouldn't request art from her and I was a horrible person" or anything along that lines: please do not think that for even a second!

I love art requests. I love when someone looks at my art, says, "I would love to see more art like this!" and asks me to draw something they love. It's a HUGE honor! And I do have a LOT of fun drawing things and stepping out of my artistic comfort zone, and I love every single person who sends me an ask for my drawing challenges. I love when you guys ask for characters I've never drawn before. I love that I don't have to worry about art block because I've got a well-stocked tumblr inbox. I love the service you guys provide in requesting art and helping me hone my practice. I even love when one of you sends multiple requests for a drawing challenge! You mean you like my work enough to ask me for multiple things you love? That's an honor!

Thank you all for all your art requests; they've helped make me the artist I am today!

And also. It doesn't really matter if you reblog. I love reblogs, and, yeah, I get a little disappointed when people don't reblog requests from me, but at the end of the day, your blog is your blog. You don't have to reblog everything I make you. You don't have to comment on it all. You don't even technically have to leave a like on all of it. As an artist, I just love to create things. But as a human? It's nice to recieve that validation.

(Especially with requests for incredibly specific things. There are a lot of people who will reblog my art in various fandoms, especially character or ship art, but sometimes the more niche stuff recieves less love. Which is fine! Fandoms are under no obligation to like every art they see! But I know from experience that when people request incredibly specific art that caters only to them, and they have very few reblogs on their blog of anything at all, I'm about to pour a piece of my soul into making something that is about to go unloved. And after a while, that kind of stings.)

The Tl;dr here? I'm not a fan of people who don't treat artists like humans, but I love nothing more than creating art for people who appreciate it.

[melliflovs]

Fine Details - Gilbert Blythe

Requested by Anon: I was wondering can u do one where the reader is coles year younger sister & gets bullied just like him, & Gilbert always stands up for her and has always loved her smart brain & her art because she’s just as artsy as cole & one day a drawing falls out of her bag and he picks it up and takes it home because it’s hers, and it falls out in the creek at school one & she sees it and their feelings are reciprocated outside and it’s just so cute??

Word Count: 2,122

Warnings: Bullying, fluff,

Summary: Gilbert finds himself smitten with the artistic girl in the back of the class. He figures it must run in the family.

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       The walk from the Mackenzie farm to school was typically a peaceful one, during which (y/n) and her brother would stroll along and discuss their latest works of art. Cole Mackenzie was her older brother and all her life she’d looked up to him. Between his kind spirit and artistic skill, she always wanted to be like him. But to Cole, he always wished to be more like his little sister; just as skilled but more innocent. And even though her talent was more openly received by their parents because (y/n) was a girl and an attraction to the arts could one day bring along a suitor, Cole felt no envy for her, just pride. She meant the world to him and was just happy to watch her art flourish.

    It wasn’t entirely uncommon for their walk towards school to get interrupted by Billy Andrews and his small gang of goons. So when he walked across their line of sight and called to them, the siblings didn’t think much of it. “Hey! Mackenzie!” He said as he sauntered over to them with a cruel grin, his gaze fixed directly at Cole. “I was wondering when you two would show up.”

   Cole only grunted lowly in response as he moved slightly closer to his sister. Billy chose to ignore the small movement as his eyes flickered to the paper in his hands, “What’s this? He asked, leaning down at him. His hand reached for the paper, catching Cole off guard as Billy took it from him, eyeing it curiously. On the paper was a beautifully drawn rose. Every curve was precise and it looked almost as if it was a picture. With a scoff Billy showed it to his friends. He moved both his hands to the top of the paper, leaving a small gap in between before looking directly into (y/n)’s eyes with a cruel smirk. The sound of the delicate paper ripping made her flinch. She’d stayed up nearly all night in an attempt to perfect the flower and now it was shredded in two. Billy didn’t stop there as he doubled the paper over, continuing to rip it apart. By the time he finished, it was nothing more than small bits of confetti sprinkled in the mud.

      (y/n) stared at the ground where bits of her art was left. Ruined by Billy. Cole grabbed her arm lightly and tugged her along towards the school. He wished he could’ve fought back but he would’ve been outnumbered. There was nothing he could do. He felt useless as he held onto his little sister, he wasn’t able to protect her when she needed it. 

    (y/n) sat at her desk in the back of the class, carefully shading in her latest drawing. It was of the creek than ran through Avonlea. She defined the small ripples in the water as it ran down stream and to the edge of the page. As she continued to work she became focused on her art, closing out everything around her. (y/n) was always careful not to get caught. In the past she’d seen Cole get shamed for his artwork and was determined to keep her hobby off Mr. Phillips radar.

   Gilbert watched her with awe. Even though he couldn’t see what she was working on, he knew the end result would be magnificent. It was clear she had talent, possibly more than her brother who always showed up to class with clay under his nails. He continued to watch her as she stilled for a moment, stopping to admire her own work with a soft smile on her face. The sound of the teacher clearing his throat obnoxiously caught her attention as he continued to blab on about a subject that no one understood - or even cared about. Gilbert continued to take small glances at her whenever he got a chance. It had become a common thing over the past few weeks and often found himself turning to look at her subsciously. Unfortunately, that’s what got him caught. 

     When his eyes connected with (y/n) from across the small schoolhouse for a moment he couldn’t look away. Even from a distance he could clearly see how the light reflected off her pupils and lit them up. No matter what situation (y/n) was in, he always thought she looked beautiful. But as he regained his wits he was reminded that it isn’t considered cute to stare directly at a pretty girl so begrudgingly he turned away, looking back down at his desk. 

     As lunch arrived Gilbert was immediately swarmed by the other boys in the class. All of them scrambling to speak with him, each of them wanting to earn his attention. From the corner of his eye Gilbert spotted (y/n), still sitting in the back corner as she smiled at her brother and continued moving the pencil gracefully over the paper. 

  His gaze returned to the boys around him as Billy shoved his way to the front with a scoff. “You lookin at her, Blythe?” He questioned with a sneer. Gilbert tried his best to ignore the rude boy but he continued on, pestering him until he got an answer. Billy looked at two of his friends standing behind him, nuding them lightly with his elbow. “Guess Gilbert here wants to date a Mackenzie family reject. Huh, Bud?” 

   “I thought we went over this Billy, I’m not your bud.” Gilbert said, standing up from his chair, matching Billy’s height as they stared each other down. Billy was the first to cave, lifting his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine” He said pausing a moment before a smirk coated his features “Bud.”

   Gilbert was the first the move, lunging for Billy as he grabbed onto his shirt. Pulling him close, Gilbert got in his face speaking slowly and clearly so everyone got the message, not just him. “I am not, was not, and will never be your bud. Next time you speak, you speak with respect or else next time it’ll be my fist. Not just my words.” Gilbert glanced around the room for a second, everyone was watching. Even (y/n) had stopped drawing for a moment to watch it unravel. “Now, apologize to her.” 

   “W-What?” Billy asked, unsure of what Gilbert wanted as he was held up by his sweater. 

    “Apologize to (y/n).” 

 Billy moved his head to the side to look at her. When his eyes met hers it was clear he was afraid and when the words left his lips she revelved in the sound. It was like music to her ears. “I’m s-sorry (y/n). For everything I swear it.” She nodded at him, acknowledging his apologie as Gilbert let him go. The pair clearly satisfied with how it ended. As (y/n) went back to her art she couldn’t help but peak back at Gilbert, a small smile on her face as she watched him ruffle his hair with his hand. A faint blush coating his cheeks as he talked to his friends. 

     School had finally ended, and resulted to be far more eventful than usual as everyone packed up their things in preparation to go home. Cole walked over to her with a ball of clay in one hand and his hat in the other, rushing her so he could run off with Anne and Diana to sculpt. (y/n) grabbed her bag and coat, leaving with her brother. 

   Gilbert watched her walk out the door as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Walking to the door he spotted a paper face down on the ground by her desk. Curious, he flipped it over and was immediately awestruck. In all honesty he’d never seen her work up close like this, always from a distance. He knew she was talented but the art in his hands blew him away. Gilbert recognized the exact spot that she modeled the drawing after. Every fine detail outlined perfectly. Heading for the door himself he took off towards his next destination.

    (y/n) walked through the creeks as the cool water rushed past her ankles. She focused on the sounds and feelings as she got out of the creek, sitting down on a nearby log and reaching for her supplies. Almost every day Cole would walk her there because it’s where she got all her inspiration. The stream brought out the best in her. If she focused on her surroundings she could bring almost anything to life on paper.

   Picking up a pencil she began to outline the trees around her, recreating the scene she was sitting in. As she continued to draw the pencil seemed to grow a mind of its own. Despite her original plans for the piece she began outlining a delicate figure standing in the center. Dark curls and a heavy sweater made her head race. It was clear where her art had gone, her inspiration and her muse clashing together in a mix of lead and lines. 

    She softly blew on the paper when she was done, getting rid of the excess lead. The drawing looked more like a photograph with film than a paper and pencil. She beamed down at the drawing as she admired her work. (y/n) considered herself to be a fairly humble person but when she looked down at her work she knew she’d outdone herself. 

  It looked stunning.

 Her marveling was cut short by a voice from behind her. “Is that me?”

    (y/n) bit back a scream as he caught her by surprise. She pulled the paper close to her body, shielding it from his view. Completely off guard she struggled to find her words. “I, uh. G-Gilbert what are you doing out here?” 

     He smiled at her. “Answering a question with a question, smart.” The black haired boy pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, “Actually, I was looking for you. Thought maybe you should have this back.” When he handed the page back she immediately recognized it as her own. She never even noticed she’d lost it to begin with.” 

  “Thank you.” She said, looking up at him. “For everything you did today. I mean it, you were amazing.” Gilbert shrugged at her comment shly scratching his back. She had no idea the effect she had over him, Gilbert found himself a flustered mess around her. None the less he managed to pull off the calm and cute facade and the girl in front of him was none the wiser. 

   “It was no big deal. Besides, someone has to put Billy in his place everyone one in a while.” She bobbed her head in response, slowly loosening her grip on the paper. 

   “So,” Gilbert began. “Is that me? Either way it looks amazing.” 

    She looked down in shame, a soft “Yes.” coming from her lips. He couldn’t help the smile that crept on his face at her answer. It made his heart skip a beat as she slowly revealed it to him. 

     “I love it.” 

 (y/n) looked up from the ground with wide eyes. “You really think so?” 

   “Are you kidding me? Your art never fails to amaze me, you never fail to amaze me. You’re absolutely brilliant, (y/n). Just to add to that, you’re also ridiculously beautiful and talented.” Gilbert began to speak animatedly about how much he adored her - and of course, her art. While (y/n) was good with art, he excelled in words and it showed as happy tears began to fill her eyes. 

   She’d never received praise like that before. Cole had always been more critical of his own art, and it often carried over to hers but he was always supportive. But to hear someone talk about her art with admiration in their eyes was a completely different experience. With a surge of emotion (y/n) bolted forward into Gilberts arms. He tensed for a moment, shocked at her reaction at first but shortly relaxed as he wrapped his arms around her. 

   “I think I like more than just your art.” He whispered calmly, his heart racing with anticipation until he thought it would burst. 

    “Oh, yeah?”

   “Yeah, and I’ll ask Cole’s permission if I have too.” Gilbert couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face as he heard her giggle at his joke.

   “I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” She said, slowly distancing herself from him. She wished she hadn’t, immediately missing the feeling of his arms around her. 

  “Good. He scares me.”

    With another laugh she pushed him away lightly, not getting very far as he caught her wrist and pulled her back into him. They never wanted to let go, and they supposed they didn’t have to - at least until Cole came back to walk her home.

[userlando]

Five Days (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Requested by anon: “Could I request a Grayson imagine? Maybe where he's being really clingy and cute xx” Word Count: 1,393 Warnings: Lots and lots of pickup lines. A/N: This is probably faaar from what you wanted. But it’s still kinda cute and fun. And he’s clingy af. Hope you like it, sorry for the wait xx

Monday.

You were standing by your locker, trying not to panic over the test you were having that morning. You really needed to stop studying last minute, but it was honestly just who you were. What you hadn’t expected, was for a boy to bound over, his bodylanguage screaming confidence as he walked toward you. You didn’t bother looking up at him, because you knew who it was.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together.” Grayson said and you could almost hear the smirk, completely satisfied with his confidence. You pulled out the books you would need for class and slammed the locker door shut, looking at him. “And if I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put F and U together.” You answered, doing your best to sound unimpressed.”

“Oh, come on babe. I know you want me.” He stepped forward and wrapped his toned arms around your waist. You ignored the weird tingling feeling you got at the tips of your fingers and narrowed your eyes at him. “Yes, I want you to leave,” Completely annoyed, you jerked his arms away. “and don’t you dare touch me again.”

Grayson’s mouth fell into a delicious looking ‘o’. You tried not to stare at it, instead focusing on his stupid face.

“I’m hurt.” He pouted, placing his hand over his chest to make a point.

You rolled your eyes and turned on your spot, back toward him.

“You can die right here, right now. I wouldn’t care.” You muttered under your breath as you started walking away.

“You’re like a Rubik’s cube, the more I play with you the harder you get.” He called out, using his pick up lines once again. You winced as several people turned their heads to stare at you and Grayson. Of course he would draw everyone’s attention to his ridiculous antics, and whereas you looked and felt annoyed, the people in the hallway looked on in amusement.

You turned around and flashed your middle finger to him as a goodbye, ignoring the smirk on his face as you rounded the corner, disappearing out of his sight. And hopefully, out of his mind.

Tuesday.

You were walking down the hallway when somebody blocked your way. You were about to apologize for some stupid reason but then you took in the familiar muscular chest and the chiseled jawline. A groan escaped your lips when you realized who it was. Really? This guy would not leave you alone.

“Move!” You hissed and looked up at Grayson, your mouth twisting in distaste at the thought of him being taller than you, which gave you a disadvantage.

“Something tells me you’re sweet, can I have a taste?” He winked at you, biting down on his lower lip.

Any other time, that would set your senses on overdrive. But Grayson Dolan had been pestering you for quite some time now and you had no clue as to why. Only this week did he start with the embarrassing pickup lines. But you had to give it to him, it was admirable how he knew all of them in his head. You had always pegged him as a stupid one.

You scoffed, raising your eyebrow in amusement. “Something tells me you like lollipops, because you sure are a sucker.”

You hoped he would get off your back then, but he wasn’t giving up though.

“Is there an airport nearby or that my heart taking off?” He shot you a cocky smile.

“Yeah, but it’s not your heart taking off. It’s me.” You glared at him, walking away again.

You ignored the sudden need for him to follow you, angrily stomping away as you realized how stupid your feelings was.

Wednesday.

The history class was uneventful to say the least. It was boring and the teacher was set on making it even worse by droning on and on about the Vietnam War. You were taking notes though, determined not to flunk the class, when someone threw a crumpled paper on your desk. You paused, raising your eyes to sweep them across the room, but no one was paying attention so you decided to read it. “Do you have an eraser? Because I can’t get you out of my mind - G” You looked at Grayson who was grinning like an idiot and rolled your eyes. With a sigh you leaned forward to write a response on the paper before crumpling it up into a ball and throwing it back to him. You watched him smile as he picked it up, flattening the paper on his desk with a hilarious excitement. His smile turned into a frown after he read what the note said and he turned to look at you, smirking in satisfaction. No, but I have a nice pencil that can be shoved into your eye :)

Thursday.

Grayson, once again, leaned over your desk during math class.

“Your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine?” He whispered, even though the teacher was preoccupied with helping a student out way in the back of the room. And half the students in the classroom was whispering about their weekend plans.

You raised your fist so he could see it.

“No, but my fist would.”

“Is that the sun coming up, or is that just you lighting up my world?” Grayson tried.

You shook your head, tired of it all, already. “Grayson, just give up already.”

He shook his head and smiled, cheeks dimpling by the sides.

“I must be a snowflake because I’ve fallen for you.”

You groaned in frustration, slamming your head on the desk gently.

“Do you work for UPS? I could have sworn I saw you checking out my package.” 

You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes.

“Yeah, but I can’t charge you because you weigh nothing.”

Friday.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled simply at you, taking a seat across from your desk.

“Go away, I’m reading a book.” You muttered, voice sounding distracted as all your attention was on the pages of the book you were holding.

“Are you a broom? Because you swept me off my feet.” Here you go again.

You lowered your book and raised your eyebrows at him.

“What part of go away don’t you understand?” You asked, beginning to think that he was just actually really stupid.

“You got a band-aid? I scraped my knee falling for you.” He carried on trying, as if he didn’t hear you scolding him.

“You’re gonna need more than a band-aid when I’m through with you.” You threatened him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“You’re like a student I’m like a math book, you solve all my problems.” You shook your head and turned your attention back to the book, deciding that he would give up sooner or later.

“Are you lost? Because heaven’s a long way from here.” Then there was silence. Grayson turned around to his desk, leaning over to the side to bring out his books out of his bag that was by his feet. He placed them on his desk before turning around once again with a defeated sigh. “Okay, you won. I give up.” You bit back your smile at the tone in your voice. You placed your book down, but not before bookmarking the page, and placed your hands on top of the cover.

“Give up on what?” You asked innocently, trying to get rid of the smugness you were feeling.

“I give up on trying to ask you on a date.” He explained, forehead wrinkled in frustration and the corners of his pink lips turned slightly downward in defeat.

You laughed then, you couldn’t help it.

“Is that you’ve been trying to do these last five days?” You sounded stunned, you couldn’t help it. He had been so annoying and you had been so oblivious and blinded with annoyance to see it.

“Yes, but you never gave me a chance.” He complained, frown deepening.

You smiled easily, “Pick me up at seven, don’t be late.”

You watched on in amusement as his jaw dropped, mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out.

“Seriously?” Is what came out after a few seconds of struggle.

You leaned in closer to Grayson, your face only inches away from his.

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

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