#my color pencils are like. 5+ years old.

[layraket]

traditional art jumpscare

doodled the little guy in math class and tried to color it yessss sorry for the photo quality I don't have the best phone

[daiourage]

That One Arc in Prime Where Optimus Lost His Memory But This AU Makes No Sense Because It's a Mix Between IDW and One

Happy New Years! My drawing app keeps crashing so I decided to draw my ideas on paper, and this took quite a while;;;

As always, press/click for both the full picture and for better quality!!!

["Brief" explanation of this comic:

1. In a previous post I mentioned wanting One to continue into something similar to the IDW continuum because I,,, love IDW, just in general, but the IDW MegOp crumbs are also tasty--//shot 1-2. Also the way the characters refer to each other is intentional please I think I know what I'm doing?? It's been a while since I consumed TF content (until recently) though. This entire comic is a what-if scenario that came to me when I was showering lol-- 2. MegOp is established 👍 (insert "old man yaoi joke" here (I agree with y'all btw, not mocking)) 3. In the last panel, I was debating whether or not to put Elita with Bee in helping Megs call Optimus "Pax", but decided to put Starscream because I feel like it makes more sense non-One wise. 3-2. I wanted to include more dialogue with other characters, but it ended up looking like it was shoehorned in because the concept was very MegOp centered I'm so sorry (me to every other character) Just know I love every one of y'all-- 4. I have crudely simplified the characters by complete accident. My bad;;;; in my defense, every character changes a lot when I'm not looking (I had so much trouble trying to figure out which Bee design to use),,, 5. It is very fast paced on accident as well;;; might sound like a badly translated manga, too;;; I don't know how it turned out but maybe my bilingual self is in that one phase where I'm good at neither language;;;]

It might look a little messy because it's been so long since I've touched colored pencils I'm,,, gonna try to get used to it since my app doesn't seem to be getting fixed anytime soon;;; (I don't know if it's an iPad problem or an app problem;;; Sketchbook get your shit together please,,,)

Also, I used a couple of sparkly colored pencils but I'm not sure it translated well in the scan so I'm a little disappointed but eh,,,

Also also, have this thing I drew of Megs being lovestruck in the last page when Optimus comes back lmao--

My bad for the long post; it's currently 4 AM because I stayed up watching music shows over here;;I hope we all have a wonderful year. I have a feeling my TF phase is gonna last a couple years longer than it usually does jlsdlakjsdlkfja

Let's all have a good time, yeah~?

[maretinelli]

OUR GIRLS

Dad!DanielRicciardo X Mom!fem!reader

Summary: When Daniel is off work and decides to take care of his three girls while Y/n goes to work, but when she gets home at night she has a sweet surprise.

Words: 2.2K+

Warnings: Daniel, father of three sweet girls, husband and wife, happy family, cute children, everything that is good in a reading.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes that may be made. And yes, Danny is a VERY father of girls!!!

Anne: 7 years – Brienna: 5 years – Isla: 3 years

MASTERLIST

The Ricciardo household was full of life, with laughter echoing through the hallways and small footprints scattered throughout the rooms. There was love in every corner, in the way Y/n would run her fingers through the girls' hair as she read them bedtime stories or how Daniel would turn everyday tasks into exciting adventures.

Daniel Ricciardo and Y/n Y/s Ricciardo had a family that seemed like something out of a fairy tale.

Anne - The oldest, 7 years old, was curious and meticulous, with a special taste for books and puzzles.

Brienna - aged 5, was the creative one in the house, always with a sparkly tiara on her head and colored pencils in her hands.

Isla - the youngest at 3, was the definition of sweet mischief, with a laugh that sounded like music and endless energy.

That morning, as the sun filtered through the large living room windows, Daniel was officially on vacation from the intense Formula 1 schedule, which meant one thing: he would have more time with his family.

Y/n, on the other hand, was getting ready to head back to her veterinary clinic after a short break. Putting her lab coat in her bag, she watched as her husband—in a comfortable sweatshirt and with a cup of coffee in his hands—volunteered to take care of the three girls for the day.

"Leave it to me, love. This vacation I'll be a full-time daddy" He said, smiling confidently.

Y/n laughed as she tied her hair into a bun. "Oh, sure! Three girls, an entire house, and you alone? It's going to be a walk in the park, isn't it?"

Daniel shrugged, his smile widening. "Of course! They're angels."

"Angels, yes," Y/n replied sarcastically. "But just to be clear, the angels in question love fashion, makeup, impromptu fashion shows, and, oh, deciding the color of the day's nail polish. You'll do a great job, dear. I just hope you're ready to be their model... literally."

The two laughed, as Yin slung her bag over her shoulder.

The sound of the three girls playing in the playroom echoed through the house, filled with laughter and lively conversation. Daniel, sitting on the couch with a now almost forgotten cup of tea, smiled as he heard his daughters' voices. It was a sound he would never trade for anything in the world.

"You're an amazing father, you know that? You'll do great. But I have to admit, it's funny to imagine you taking care of three little girls who are so... feminine."

He puffed out his chest, as if he were about to drive another race. "Relax. I've got this under control."

Daniel put the teacup aside, stood up and walked over to Y/n, who was about to leave for work. With a gentle gesture, he cupped his wife's face with both hands, a sincere smile lighting up his face.

"Love, you can go easy. I'll take good care of them. Don't worry, okay?"

She looked at Daniel, her eyes shining with trust and affection. "I know, love. I trust you, because you are the best husband and father in the world!" She approached, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek and hugging him.

Before he could answer, Isla came running into the room. With her curly hair disheveled and a smile that showed off her dimples, she grabbed her mother's legs.

Her childish voice, still cracked with age, echoed through the room. "Mommy, I want pancakes!"

Daniel bent down to his daughter's level. "Pancakes, huh? Daddy makes them for you!"

Isla clapped her hands excitedly, her eyes shining.

"Yay! I'll tell the girls we're going to have pancakes!" And without wasting any time, she ran off towards the playroom, screaming as she went.

The couple started laughing at the scene. Y/n shook her head in amusement. "You volunteered, now you're going to have to make real pancakes, Chef Ricciardo."

"No problem. My pancakes are legendary, remember?" He winked, amused. Y/n smiled, remembering the time when they were still dating.

As Isla announced her discovery to her sisters, Y/n grabbed her purse and other work belongings. She walked over to the playroom where the girls were gathered and crouched down to their level.

"Mommy's girls! Mommy's going to work, okay? I want you to behave and take care of Daddy."

Anne, always responsible, was the first to nod. "Yes, mom. We promise."

Brienna just smiled broadly, while Isla, still excited about the pancakes, had already shifted her focus to something colorful in her hands.

Daniel watched the scene from the doorway, the silly smile still on his face. He loved how Y/n dealt with the girls, and the connection she had with each of them was inspiring.

Y/n stood up and walked over to him, placing a hand on her husband's chest. "Good luck, Mr. Ricciardo."

"Thank you, Mrs. Ricciardo." He replied with a playful tone, but then added affectionately. "Go save the day for the animals, love. Drive safe, and text me when you get there, okay?"

She smiled, stood on tiptoe to kiss him, and then left.

As she walked away towards the car, Daniel stood in the doorway, watching her in awe. "I love you, Y/n," he said, even though she was already a little ways away.

When the car disappeared down the street from the condominium, he sighed and went back inside, closing the door. "Okay, girls, Daddy's going to make pancakes!"

Immediately, the sounds of laughter and hurried footsteps echoed through the house, with the three girls excitedly running into the kitchen. Daniel couldn't help but laugh as he followed the small army of energy.

In the kitchen, he placed the three of them on high chairs near the counter, ensuring that each of them had a prominent place to see the preparation.

Anne, always curious, asked questions about how the pancakes were made. Brienna was mesmerized by the colors of the ingredients and wanted to decorate the pancakes with fruit and syrup. Isla just slapped her hands on the counter, excited, unable to wait to eat and singing a song she had just invented.

"Daddy! Daddy! Pancakes! Pancakes!"

Daniel talked to each one differently, respecting their personalities and ages. With Anne, he explained the steps and answered her questions in detail. Brienna was encouraged to choose the decorations and help out where she could. And Isla, always with her contagious energy, was entertained with jokes and simple tasks, like mixing the dough.

As he cooked, Daniel looked at the three of them and felt a wave of gratitude invade his chest. Being the father of those girls was the greatest adventure of his life, and, without a doubt, the most rewarding.

••••••••••••••••••••

Daniel's day with his three girls was a rollercoaster of laughter, games and moments of pure cuteness. After a pancake breakfast, the playroom became the main stage of the day.

Anne decided to put together a large jigsaw puzzle, one of her favorite pastimes, while Brienna transformed the living room floor into an art gallery with her colorful drawings. Isla, as always full of energy, preferred to twirl around the room in a princess dress, declaring herself the 'Pancake Queen'.

Daniel, of course, had to wear a makeshift crown made of paper and become the 'King', being dragged into the game.

Between activities, Daniel took the opportunity to take photos of his girls. One of them showed Anne concentrating on the puzzle, with her tongue slightly out in concentration; another captured Brienna holding one of her drawings proudly, her cheeks stained with paint; and, finally, one of Isla, lying on the floor with her crown askew, laughing nonstop.

He sent Y/n quick pictures and messages throughout the day:

"Look at Anne, she's already smarter than me at the puzzle!"

"Brienna says your drawing is 'real art', I'm going to send it to a museum, ok?"

"Queen Isla and her royal court I am the attendant. Please don't worry, we are alive."

Y/n, busy with her routine at the veterinary clinic, stopped between appointments to check her messages on her cell phone. She smiled when she saw Daniel's pictures and texts. It was comforting to know that he was having so much fun with the girls.

One photo in particular made her chuckle softly: Isla had drawn a little drawing on her father's face with pink marker, and Daniel was posing as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Even from a distance, Y/n could feel Daniel's love and dedication to their girls. She knew that despite work, his heart was always with his family - and Daniel's messages and photos only confirmed that.

Night had already fallen when Y/n parked the car at the entrance of the house. The silence coming from inside was curiously different from the hubbub that usually greeted her. With a smile, she picked up the bags carrying the gifts that Daniel's mother had sent for the girls, balancing them in her arms as she walked to the front door.

Upon entering, she was greeted only by the low sound of the TV in the living room. It seemed that the girls were already asleep and Daniel was enjoying a moment of rest.

She left her keys on the table near the entrance and began walking through the hallways.

"Daniel, love?" he called, his soft voice breaking the silence. There was no answer.

As she approached the living room, she expected to find her husband sprawled out on the sofa, but what she saw made her stop at the door, with her heart melting and a smile she couldn't contain.

On the couch, Daniel sat in the middle, surrounded by the three girls. Isla was on his lap, almost asleep, her head resting on his chest and her small hands clutching his shirt. Brienna was on his right, hugging her father's arm as if he were her pillow. Anne, with her older sister's maturity, was on his left, with one arm around Daniel's neck, snuggled comfortably against him.

The girls looked immaculate, smelling freshly showered and wearing colorful costumes - Isla was a little Cinderella, Brienna wore an Aurora dress. and Anne had Elsa's tiara and cape. But what stole the show was Daniel: his face was covered in childish makeup, including pink lipstick and some blue eyeshadow; small sticky stones were scattered across his cheeks and forehead, forming what appeared to be 'abstract art'. He wore a plastic princess crown on his head, and on his right shoulder was attached the little stuffed chameleon, Pascal, from Rapunzel. All this while the four of them watched the movie Tangled together.

Y/n couldn't hold back her laughter as she took out her phone and took a picture of the scene. It was the kind of moment she wanted to keep forever.

Brienna was the first to notice her mother at the door. Her eyes lit up, and she jumped off the couch, running to Y/n. “Mommy!” she cried, wrapping her in a warm hug.

Soon, Anne and Isla joined in, hugging Y/n's legs and talking at the same time about what they had done during the day.

Daniel, now noticing his wife's presence, paused the movie and stood up, smiling when he saw the girls so excited.

Y/n smiled at him as she bent down to hug her daughters. "Look at you, smelling nice and pretty! I think Daddy did a great job today." She stood up with the bags in her hands. "Grandma sent you some presents."

The girls let out a chorus of excitement and sat down on the carpet, eager to open the bags. As they unwrapped the presents.

Daniel was standing, watching his daughters with a look of pure love and admiration. Y/n walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

"So, Prince Daniel, were you promoted to King of Princesses today?" She teased, laughing as she looked at the pebbles and makeup still on his face.

Daniel laughed and put his hands on her waist. "They said I needed to be 'glam' for the royal ball. I couldn't say no."

"You look beautiful," she replied, the affection in her voice unmistakable. "And amazing, too. It's been a busy day, but it looks like you've won every race."

He smiled, lowering his forehead to rest against hers. "There's nothing better than being with our girls."

Y/n looked at him, feeling her heart warm. "You're a wonderful father, Daniel. They're lucky to have you."

"Actually...I'm the lucky one to have you guys!" He says and Y/n just smiles, pulling her in for a quick kiss before turning her eyes back to the girls.

Isla had already wrapped the unicorn plush in a tight hug, while Anne and Brienna were talking excitedly about where they would hang the drawings from the new painting kit and the new puzzle frame.

The two stood there, side by side, watching the girls laugh and enjoy their gifts.

Daniel looked at Y/n, his voice soft. "I wouldn't trade it for the world."

And so, on that peaceful evening, the Ricciardo household was filled with love, laughter and the knowledge that together they were the best team in the world.

[pedge-page]

Imagine baby Sarah getting paint all over the house and marker all over the walls and paint stains of her foot prints everywhere and reader gets emotional about the “art” and tries to convince Joel to keep the mess

Joel Dealing with Sarah - Art

- - - -

Joel never realized just how much damage and unsupervised 2 year old year old can do in 5 minutes. He was used to an immobile Sarah, whether that be needing carried everyone or just seeing how far she can crawl. But when she grew new able bodied lightening legs? It was a new level of parenting he didn’t fully think through.

 Art and colors were all the rage at this age. He has so many squiggly, scratched out, vomitous “art” pieces hanging on the fridge. And it didn’t matter what you wanted her to draw. her uncoordinated hands could only stab and streak across paper. And thus, Yellow streak was Spoon, blue streak was mom, and stabbed holes were Dad.

He had grabbed something very quickly in the kitchen before coming back to supervise the kid who was coloring with her fist and an upside down crayon on a very large sheet of paper. Only now, she was nowhere to be found. There were crayons and pencils and paper scattered all over the floor, but no baby. 

More horrifically, he did notice the box with all her art supplies was left opened, and the vacant spot that held her child-safe paint tubes were missing.

“Oh Shit.”

He’s checking behind the couch and then back into the kitchen in case he didn’t notice maybe she had followed her in there.

“Sarah,” he announces cautiously, but his voice echoes in the house.

He contines into the entry way when the first clue emerges: a bitty pink paint foot print.

“Oh Shit. Sarah!”

He runs up stairs, following the ever growing number of painted footprints left in her trail, and then splotches on the newly painted walls, fingers and smudged handprints like a multicolored serial killer following its injured victim up the stairs. 

“Shitshitshit,” he mumbles, putting his thumb to his tongue and trying to blotch it out quick. The paint was pretty damn un-eraseable with saliva alone.

“SARAH,” he booms more angrily. Nice daddy was on his way out, damned be your soft Mommy reaction.

The girl was getting spanked.

Finally rounding the corner to the master bedroom, he sees the little monster happily squiggling on his walls and she dances side to side. Her hair and face and clothes and skin were covered in paint, as if rolling her whole body along ever possible surface.

Hands on his hips, puffing steam through his ears, he opens his mouth.

The front door clicks open, and both Joel and Sarah’s ears perk up as your familiar footsteps enter the home.

“Oh my god!” You shout, undoubtedly noticing the horrendous streaks of paint all over your walls.

Sarah gets to her feet and barrels past Joel, hoping to see her Momma because FUCK this boring guy.

He smirks, knowing you’re gonna throw a fit. That THIS time Sarah and her behavior won’t slide, and you’ll take the fury out on her.

“Did you make art baby!” You shout excitedly as you finally see her waddle towards you. She coos giddily as you scoop her up. 

Joel frowns and makes his way to you. “Excuse me??”

“Oh hi Daddy.” You wave him off casually with a barely-kiss to the cheek. “Aww honey you got paint all over your hair little bean.” You kiss her forehead, all wrapped up in your arms and hanging off your hip. “Show momma what you made.”

You put her down and the two of you make your way past a very bewildered and near exploding Joel.

On your knees, Sarah directs you to her “artwork” all over the walls like an art gallery. She goes on with her gibberish words and you listen as intently as if it were English. 

He clears his throat. 

“Hmm?”

“I’m spanking her, right?”

You narrow your brows. “What?”

“Are you kidding me? What do you mean ‘what’.” He gestures to the destroyed walls. “I gotta repaint the whole house!”

“WHAT! Why would you do that???? We’re keeping it like this.”

He’s so ready to dunk you in time out too. 

“Joel its art—“

“This aint art—it’s a god damn mess! All over the walls? Baby, she can’t just do this.”

“But its her self expression, its probably one of the few ways we can try to understand her beauty— she could be a picasso when she grows up--"

“ITS SCRIBBLES. And she’s got it out for me,” he narrows his eyes to Sarah, scowling. “If you won’t let me discipline her—“

“She’s two--“

“Then at least let me make this house right.”

You cross your arms over your chest. Sarah looks up and does the same, minicking the disappointment on your face. 

“You never let us do anything fun,” you pout. “Always destroying things that make us happy.”

“Don’t you start on that,” he growls with a pointed finger. “She painted the walls, and she’s not allowed to do that.”

“If I painted the walls, would you tell me I can’t?”

He’s very tempted to say yes because you’d make a mess, but prevents the words from leaving his mouth. “No…”

Dignified, you announce: “Then I say my baby can paint the walls the way she wants.” 

He lets out a long, defeated sigh. “Staircase. Starcaise is only place she can have paint. I’m painting over everything else.”

You think it through, but nod. “Fine. And We will make it beautiful.”

He closes his eyes ask you and mini-boss version of you Sarah make your way, baby finger in your hand, out of the bedroom.

He lies down face forward in bed, and bites down on the pillow to muffle his shout.

-

The next day is Saturday. He had a project in the morning that helped distract him from the mess of his own home.

When he walks in, he’s immediately greeted with your bear hug.

He smiles and kisses your forehead. You’re covered in streaks of paint, some of which clearly wiped on your hair and lips without you realizing. 

“Keeping busy I see?” He chuckles.

“I think it’s coming along.”

True to your word, he’s impressed with the transformation. Once a plain beige, then a hodgepodge of paint, you had gone over and added creative detailing to the colors and mishap that Sarah had splotched over and made a unique design of flowers, suns, meadows and rivers, free flowing patterns and shapes that felt full of life and artistic workmanship, making the whole thing look intentional.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and admires the work. “You really know how to save that kid, don’t you?”

You nuzzle your face into his sweaty chest.

‘Speaking of, where is…?”

You widen your eyes and look around, forgetting that Sarah had abandoned her post of watching you. 

“Oh SHIT!” You shout, running down towards the living room.

Sarah had somehow gotten a fresh coating of paint all over the new dress you bought, and her poor victim today was helpless Spoon, who stares at you remorsefully. She is sitting quite obediently as Sarah splotches her little pink handprints on the dog’s head and back.

“Ankles weights,” Joel says plainly, observing with a little nod at the scene as you go to yell at Sarah about painting the damn dog. “How about baby ankle weights?”

"Order them now," you seethe, grabbing her hand and Spoon's collar and stomping off the the bath tub to get them clean.

Joel rolls his lips in circle motion, trying not to smile to himself.

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[tachiharastanacc]

Tachihara gift exchange headcanons

Port Mafia-

Mori (and Elise):

-Tachihara probably gets him a nice pen or something

-Elise gets a coloring book and a set of colored pencils and she thinks it’s way cooler than Mori’s stupid lame pen (he also gets roped into letting her put bows in his hair. Again)

- Mori gives him like a bonus or something idk I really don’t like when they interact

- Elise draws him a picture of him and Hirtosu and gin

Kouyou:

- they’re not close so he wasn’t expecting anything, but Kouyou makes little gifts for everyone every year and he didn’t have anything to give back so he made a little flower out of metal for her

Chuuya:

- wanted to get him wine but doesn’t actually know anything about alcohol. Refused to ask Hirotsu, but he ended up getting carded and having to ask anyway

- ended up with some vintage wine that chuuya had mentioned to Hirotsu from both of them

- I feel like chuuya didn’t super know what to get him so he invited him out to go drinking and hang out instead

Verlaine:

- doesn’t know him. Didn’t interact at all. A single cupcake appears on his counter one day with a note just signed ‘~v’

Akutagawa:

- Tachihara got (read: spent way to long figuring out how to make) a dessert with figs for him

- Akutagawa got him a vase of hyacinths since gin mentioned that they were his favorites

Higuchi:

- tachi got her a basket of chocolate and a bunch of rom coms and agrees to suffer through watching them with her

- Higuchi knits him a scarf and it’s kind of janky but it’s addressed to her favorite little brother and he never takes it off ever

Hirotsu:

- Tachihara and gin get him a really nice lighter that’s engraved

- Hirotsu gets Tachihara a new coat (except he low key just drags him shopping because he goes on about how important it is for him to keep warm (cuz y’know coats are important in bsd)

Gin:

- gets him the set of pencils he’s been eying every time they walk by. And a box of bandaids

- he makes them a tiny knife they can slip under a dress for missions

Q:

- most people forgot about them but he ventured down to the basement with some sweets and his old fnaf books because you can rip fnaf kid Q from my cold dead hands

- Q gives him a really ugly mug they painted with the kit chuuya gave them. It’s definitely not food safe, but he keeps pencils in it

Kajii:

- Tachihara very distantly slides him a card with a gift card for a hardware store

- Kajii gives him a gun that allegedly shoots lemon bombs except it’s bright yellow and Tachihara doesn’t know what to do with it

Hunting Dogs-

Fukuchi:

- tachi stresses over what to get him until jouno smacks him and says the captain just enjoys spending time with them (this is canon btw, he says one of his happiest memories is when all 5 of them were together)

- Fukuchi also stresses over what to get tachi bc he feels like it should be practical but doesn’t know what he’d want and low key does he even deserve to give him a gift

- Tecchou tells him Tachihara is also worried and wants to impress him

- Fukuchi takes Tachihara out to do some father-son activities and they both have a good time

Teruko:

- most of Tachihara’s budget goes to getting things for teruko (she gave the hunting dogs a Christmas list in the group chat)

- it ends up being a lot of stuffed animals and weapons from all of them

- plus a coupon for a free piggy back ride

- teruko bitches to the others because Tachihara never actually asks for anything

- she ends up getting him a new holster and tools for cleaning his guns because it’s all he fessed up to wanting (he’s very happy with it, even if teruko calls him boring)

Jouno:

- Tachihara gets him a couple records (I feel like Jouno owns a record player, sue me)

- Jouno gets him a set of ceramic dish ware because he complains Tachihara has a bunch of cheap stuff like some college freshman (to which Tachihara points out that he’s a 19 yr old middle school dropout)

- the stuffed animal Tachihara originally refused also shows up on his bed and he keeps it this time

Tecchou:

- Tecchou gets Tachihara a new sword because the grip on his was getting worn down and trains with him

- Tachihara gets Tecchou a new yoga mat and set of weights

Bonus-

- ango and Tachihara exchange respectful Christmas cards

- Yosano gets a dead fish wrapped in newspaper on her doorstep, but it’s preserved in the snow and she assumes that it was from Kenji and takes it as a gift

- a bouquet of purple flowers is laid on a lone grave. The cold wind blows, and it almost feels like someone ruffling his hair

[gavitaffy]

Goals of the heart

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

A/N: Heyy guys! I'm "back" after what..?😀 Since July and it's December rn, but I just started my last year at school, and I've decided to become a "IT student" so I gotta work my ass off rn. I've had 6 midterms in the course of 2 weeks... BUT I will start a little series called "Goals of the Heart", I'll try to post everyday of this series.

Paring: Pablo Gavi & f!reader

Summary: Y/N, an artist sketching in Barcelona, has her painting ruined when a stray football crashes into her easel. The culprit, a young man named Pablo Gavi, apologizes profusely and buys her new art supplies to make up for it. She later learns he's a famous footballer for Barcelona but brushes it off, treating him as just "the guy who ruined her painting." Gavi, intrigued by her indifference, offers to take her for coffee, hinting at the start of a surprising connection between them.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,1k (i'm proud🥲)

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

The warm afternoon sun filtered through the narrow streets of Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter, casting golden light over centuries-old buildings. Y/N sat on a small stool in a quiet corner, her easel propped up in front of her. She had spent the past hour working on a sketch, capturing the lively essence of a street performer strumming a guitar. Around her, tourists and locals bustled, but in her mind, it was just her and the soft scratching sound of her charcoal pencil on paper.

She loved this part of the city. The worn cobblestones, the scent of coffee and churros from nearby cafés, and the chatter of different languages all created an energy she thrived on. Her hand paused briefly as she admired her progress. Just a few more details, and—

Thud!

Before Y/N could react, a football crashed into her easel, knocking it sideways. She yelped as her canvas toppled, splattering paint in every direction. The streaks of color ruined her meticulous sketch, turning it into an unrecognizable mess.

“¡Lo siento mucho!” a voice called out.

She spun around, her frustration bubbling over. A young man was jogging toward her, his dark brown eyes wide with concern. He was about her age, with slightly messy dark blond hair and a lean, athletic build. Sweat clung to his brow, and he wore a plain white T-shirt and shorts, looking like someone who had just finished a workout.

“Are you serious right now?” Y/N exclaimed, gesturing to the mess of paint and ruined paper. “Do you know how long I’ve been working on this?”

He stopped in front of her, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice warm and apologetic. “It was a bad pass. I didn’t mean to ruin your work.”

Y/N folded her arms, glaring at him. “Well, you did. This is completely ruined!”

He straightened, his expression softening into one of guilt. “I’ll fix it. I’ll buy you a new canvas and anything else you need. I promise.”

For a moment, she hesitated. He seemed sincere, but the frustration of seeing her hard work destroyed made it hard to let go. Finally, she sighed, shaking her head. “Fine. But you’re carrying my supplies back to the shop.”

His face brightened with relief, and he nodded. “Deal.”

As they walked toward the nearest art supply shop, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way people were looking at him. A few passersby did double takes, and a group of teenagers whispered excitedly before sneaking out their phones to take pictures. She frowned, glancing sideways at him.

“Why is everyone staring at you?” she asked bluntly.

He looked slightly amused. “I don’t know. Maybe they’re just curious about the girl I ruined a painting for?”

She rolled her eyes. “Right. Sure.”

He laughed, a light, easy sound that caught her off guard. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

They reached the shop a few minutes later, and he immediately took charge, picking out the largest canvas he could find and tossing in a set of paints and brushes for good measure. Y/N tried to protest. “You don’t need to buy all of that! Just a new canvas is fine.”

He grinned. “Nope. I’m making up for the mess I caused.”

The shopkeeper, an older woman with sharp eyes, gave them both an amused look as she rang them up. “You know who he is, don’t you?” she asked Y/N in a low voice.

Y/N blinked in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

The woman tilted her head toward him. “That’s Pablo Gavi. He plays for Barcelona.”

The name rang a faint bell. Y/N wasn’t a big football fan, but she had heard about the young prodigy making waves in the sport. Her eyes widened slightly, and she turned to look at him again. He was busy chatting with the shopkeeper, a lopsided smile on his face as he struggled to balance the supplies he’d just purchased.

When they left the shop, Y/N couldn’t resist asking. “So, you’re kind of a big deal, huh?”

He glanced at her, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The shopkeeper said you play for Barcelona. I’ve heard your name before,” she said, her tone neutral.

He shrugged, a sheepish look crossing his face. “Yeah, I play for the team. But I didn’t think you’d recognize me. You don’t seem like the football type.”

“I’m not,” she admitted with a small laugh. “But now I get why people were staring at you.”

“Great. Now you’re going to treat me differently,” he said, half-joking.

“Relax,” Y/N replied with a smirk. “You’re just the guy who ruined my painting.”

He burst out laughing, the sound echoing down the narrow street. “Fair enough. What’s your name, by the way? I don’t think I got it earlier.”

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I owe you more than just a canvas,” he said, his voice softening. “Let me make it up to you properly. Can I take you for coffee or something?”

Y/N hesitated, caught off guard by the earnest look in his eyes. Despite herself, she smiled. “We’ll see. Maybe I’ll run into you again.”

“Maybe,” he echoed, his grin widening.

As she watched him jog off down the street, Y/N felt a strange flutter in her chest. What started as a ruined painting might just turn into something unexpected. Little did she know, this was the beginning of a story that would change both of their lives.

[katakosmos]

I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure desperate for more rosier twin thoughts!!! they make me so insane #ineedpandora

they make US so insane!! when i write about the twins in my fic, i'm always super super careful, because everything they do or say is part of a code in my head. some things that happen don't make sense to the reader, but they actually do (little details that are for me and me only. and occasionally beth).

here are some of them tho + some little things that happen in the fic :)

evan's love language is buying and giving clothes, and he only does it for the most important people in his life. pandora always dresses very well, but actually she doesn't care about fashion at all: it's evan who dresses her. every morning, he wakes up early and goes into pandora's room, where he helps her get ready. he'd always buy her clothes if he could, but pandora asked him to do it only on special occasions (birthday, christmas, etc). not knowing it, everyone simply assumed that pandora loved fashion; unfortunately, she's forced to receive only jewelry, shoes, perfumes from anyone who knows her. she only likes evan's gifts, because she knows that he chooses them carefully. no one knows that in reality she'd like to receive anything, except clothes.

pandora also has a tradition of gifting the same thing to evan every year, which is fancy socks. and he actually wears them. it's not that weird when you consider that evan is the same guy who has a handkerchief embroidered with little flowers (he did the embroidery).

evan's pet is a spider, pandora's is a pomeranian.

when evan has his first time with barty, he RUNS to tell pandora.

i've said it before, but they love gossip. their favorite thing to do together is going to the theater, but mainly to eavesdrop on the conversations of gossipy old ladies.

pandora was born first.

they never carry pens with them. evan does it on purpose, because the first day in his life that he forgot a pen was also the best day of his life, and he seriously believes that it was due to that. then, he forgets it even more on purpose if he can turn around and ask barty for it, so he can look at him for 5 seconds. pandora never has a pen with her because she hates them, and that's why she writes all her notes with colored markers or pencils.

there's a scene where pandora reveals to barty that she likes science, and that if she could go back in time she would never choose philosophy again. barty asks her how many people know about this, and she says three. evan is not one of them.

evan talks in his sleep. pandora sleeps on her stomach with her face in the pillow, and that's why evan insists that they share a room (despite the male/female separation at hogwarts): he fears that she'll suffocate.

evan thinks in french but pandora in english.

[verdantlights]

Blood of the Gods

Hey chat meet Ichor!!!! The.... 5th ALNST oc..... he's in season 41!

heres the kitttyyyyyyyy

- He/they, AMAB

- Human... (?)

- 5'6" and 130 lbs in American

- Owner is Abnoma

- Brand is across the front of his neck (as shown above)

Trivia!

He's mute, but can he make chirping sounds and can purr.

Despite this, he is still relatively sociable and enjoys being in the presence of others.

He has no physical issue with speaking, him being mute is trauma related.

He does keep a notepad and a pencil on him if need be, but he also knows sign language!

His brand is on his throat as kinda symbolism for him being mute.

His tail and ears are very expressive and also very sensitive! He enjoys pets and physical affection, if he is not okay with something,,, he will bite and/or scratch you.

He has claws. He bites. (If you push him to)

He likes to play with bugs in the garden, he likes the little crawlies on his skin.

Big fan of mantises

He has had 2 owners, the first one is where he got his trauma from.

This is the first oc that I will be releasing ... big lore as we get closer to season 41. Either that, or through character interactions.

He was found in a dumpster by his first owner.... erm... when he was a kit (like maybe 4-5? years old?)

He is participating in ALNST season 41... :)

He takes care of his tail very well and is generally well groomed. As much as he likes playing in the grass and with bugs, he still enjoys taking care of himself.

His eyes stay covered as much as possible, he is not blind, but people say his eyes are very... bright and slightly eerie. He also is a bit sensitive to bright lights, so his eyes staying covered is nice.

His eyes are how he got his name! vv

Ichor is the blood of the gods, and his eyes were like flowing, liquid gold that sparkled constantly. However, no matter how you look at his eyes, they always seem lifeless or like there's no light in them.

Downturned eyes, he doesn't have traditionally cat-like pointed eyes.

His natural hair color is white, his first owner permanently dyed it pink with some weird alien tech. (Ichor is still mad about it, he misses his white coat)

anyways, HERES ICHOR!!!!! my lovely little kitty!!!

fun fact: he was originally an oc for Fields of Mistria, but i kinda recycled him cause i thought itd be silly and originally, like i said, he was supposed to be a joke/crack oc but then i locked in and actually got ideas for him as a character and boom now he is an alnst stage oc

tags pspspspsp come see @aakaneeee @rockwgooglyeyes @yunoftheclouds @waterydream @bluemoonscape @sotogalmo @alien-til-i-stage @nottoonedin no pressure to respond i just thought some of you would wanna see my fluffy catboy

[franki-lew-yo]

Still unemployed

Sorry as always for the open rant you all witnessed two nights back from me. I'm genuinely very stressed about money. In summer and fall 2023 my concern was just trying to make myself noticed somehow, bit-by-bit through social media and gaining a substantial following just to better myself as an artist.

Now, I need any income I've got just to afford my rent and utilities.

To put it into perspective (besides the Ko-fi produced Shelby-fund, which was successfully breached and will be used this coming week on her vet bill) my ssi income's been reduced to 530$ a month while my rent is 760$. My old job supplied at least 300$+ but I don't have any of that coming in now. The stimulus money I was given as a parting gift instead of a final paycheck can't be withdrawn from or transferred to my main bank. I have at least 140$ left on that stimulus just for other expenses like busfair, art supplies, dog and home care.

I'm INCREDIBLY grateful to have my EBT card covering my groceries, my jobcoaches assisting with printing out cardstock for any (eventual) upcoming events or cons and getting me a buspass discount, and of course the backers to my Shelby fund to cover that for the year (much love to Brandon, Misty and Cheatsy on Ko-fi). I will be receiving unemployment soon, though still not enough to cover my rent and utility cost.

But, I need to pay for services on Upwork, Linked In and Vograce, for sensitivity readers and animators and shipping costs for any physical Etsy merchandise, possible venue space for real-life events, professional art prints, computer and tablet maitanance, and that's not even getting to possibly subscribing to sites such as instagram or Facebook. I still have a lot to save up for and do WITHOUT being unemployed.

As a reminder, I need to take commissions especially at this time, both 'quick' ones and more complex pieces.

5$ USD for Sketches (traditional or digital) 

15$-20$ USD for Inked, flat colored art without backgrounds

30$ USD for complete pictures

3$ USD = specific medium (completely digital, colored pencil, ink/watercolors, chalk)

5$ USD = extra characters 

5$ USD = shading/lighting 

10$ USD = Physical shipping of the drawing if it’s traditional

This is also a reminder to please assist and support me however you can via my Ko-Fi, Etsy shop, Redbubble shop and my Patreon.

Thank you, everyone.

[frankiesmileshow]

Hi! I'm a new fan of your work and I'm interested in starting pixel art. I would love your advice! Could you recommend some tips for a beginner like me? Tks!

Advice for getting into pixel art:

1- Use a program meant for pixel art like Aseprite (the one I use now, about 30 USD$) or Graphicsgale (the one I used before, its free) , not a general-use image editor or a digital painting program.

You dont need a tablet to do pixel art, I only draw with a 10$ optical mouse, but if youre already used to drawing with a tablet, then go ahead; many people draw pixel art with those.

2- Start small. Think NES and the like, where there aren't many pixels or colors to work with.

Take screenshots or sprite sheets from NES games or Sega Genesis games (find these on https://www.spriters-resource.com/ ) , and edit them, or try adding things to them using the same colors already in the image.

I used to run a little weekly activity on my live stream where we took screenshots from old NES games and modified them for fun. The appeal is that it gives you a limited set of colors and a bunch of examples of how to use them, so it helps you learn to make color choices.

3- If you don't already draw by hand or digitally, start drawing. Get into the habit of sketching and drawing.

Try to do it every day if you can, even if its not a lot of time, and even if youre not very good. Maybe get a drawing pad and carry it around with you if you can, so you can doodle in it whenever you have time.

The skill you will develop drawing on paper will help you grow much faster as a pixel artist.

This is because sketching on paper is very fast, you can sketch ten different things in a few minutes with a pencil. But pixel art, when you are starting out, is very slow. This also makes it slow to learn, unfortunately. So getting into pencil drawing or digital painting will help speed things up.

I got a drawing pad in college and used to draw in the bus, two 30 minute rides every day for a few years really helped me improve.

4- Join a community of pixel artists, that can be motivating to get into art, they might have events and things that could give you prompts to draw and feedback.

5- Be careful about posture when drawing, you can mess up your arm and your back after a few years of furious clicking while leaning forward or slouching. Learn to move your whole arm from the elbow instead of moving just your wrist.

Good luck!

[just-ghaleon]

NEW ASK GAME: Tell me to finish one of my 105 Lunar clipstudio and paint tool sai drawing WIPs

Send me an ask or reply in the comments! :3c (plz&thnx, I need the prodding to actually FINISH stuff ;;u;;)

You can also pester me for more Queer Lunar Theory and Headcanons at the same time, if you want! <3

WIP Queue List (TY <3):

@musicalmeowsandcandiedlemons wants to see ghalliebutt.clip :3c - FINISHED! Posted! :3c

ghaleons ankle monitor.clip is whispering dark secrets to @zombiemollusk >:3 - DONE! Posted!!

@fyeahlunar wants to see ALL ^^;;;;;;; (yeah me too, i'm tryinggg) narrowing it down:

lunar strip poker (lunar uno is a companion piece ;3) - It's done!! Now posted!!!

luna meets ghaleon - Old Art Redraw project, considering attack angle...

lemia comforts ghaleon - Refining sketch and colors...

ghaleon being soft series - ehehehe, so these files are completely blank XD Sometimes I just make files with titles of what I'd like to draw while I'm waiting for poses to come to mind.. ^^; I did a quick rough sketch in each one!! One step closer to done, lol!

dead xenobia reaction - Still coloring and inking lmao

eb dyne prank - Thumbnails done! Refining layout...

blue star eclipse - Finished! Posted!!

a new journey - Refining sketch MORE...

a new perspective - Finished!! Posted!

jb cast 5 years later series - These files were completely blank lol, have pasted the old pencil sketches into corresponding files, and started sketches for the ones I never had pencil sketches for!

mewthemew on my discord wants me to finish proto ghaleon.clip! - Sketch already complete, need to start dropping in colors...

(Reply or send an Ask to Queue a WIP! <3)

Misc Requests Queue (Always feel free to send me random Lunar drawing requests! They feed meee, and give me a good excuse to do more drawing memes if I'm in the mood for 'em):

Luna and Lucia for @fyeahlunar - It's finished!!

Continuing Lunar Queer Theory episodes for @zekedms - Episode 2 in progress!

Kyle and Jess hanging out in dresses for @tiphares - Finished!

Lunar Zine Progress:

Made a project blog! (but it's uncustomized at the moment.) @lunarzine

Need to decide on deadlines...

And a page minimum...

And the physical size of the zine...

So I can make margin templates...

Need to install Scribus and find some tutorials... (Hopefully it's not too drastically different from InDesign.)

Need to research setting up a Google form for submissions...

And when most of that is done, I'll be ready to call for submissions!

[johankasas]

I’m sorry if it was already asked by someone, but what materials do you use for your traditional art?

Heya!!

Okay this will be a bit of a longer reply since over the years I do art I've accumulated a lot of tools, but I'll try to write it in a "digestible" way under the cut.

1. Sketchbooks

I am an easy woman, I like sketchbooks that have a lot of pages, can handle multiple tools and doesn't cost me a fortune. So far the winner in this is Canson XL for mixed media.

2. Sketching

For my sketching and pencil doodles I use mechanical pencils in size 0.5 and 0.3 with HB lead, it's the easiest one to erase and it doesn't smudge, not any preference in a brand, just don't really use the light plastic ones since they tend to creak.

For erasing I use a combination of kneadable eraser and tombow mono eraser for more precise things.

3. Lining

tombow fudenosuke!!!!! Best marker ever, doesn't smudge under water nor alcohol markers and has flexible nib.

If you're not a fan of the flexible nib, my other go to are either liners from Uni-pin or microns

4. Coloring

For my marker pieces like this one :

I use the cheapest off-brand alcohol markers I bought in a big set on AliExpress. They're great for personal work but not that much if you're planning to display it anywhere, the color gets immediately eaten by sun

For my watercolor pieces like this

I now use white nights watercolors :]

The set of 36 to be exact and some random brushes I also accumulated over the years.

Before investing in white nights I used watercolors from Koh-i-noor, that looked like this :

And are much cheaper (in Czechia, dunno the prices out of the country)

For white highlights I use Sakura gelly roll pens. I tested out different brands too and these do their job the best.

5. Scrapbooking/ collage backgrounds

For backgrounds like this:

I accumulated over some time a lot of scrapbooking papers and stickers either from action or AliExpress, but also sometimes I use cut outs from magazines I get for free.

For precise cutting I use a precision craft knife, but before that I just used a box cutter knife, just don't press too hard.

Also a very good thing to get is a light pad, again AliExpress is your friend in this, and tbh before moving to the light pad, I used to shine my phone camera under the paper.

Makes the cutting muuuuuch easier.

And last but not the least

6. Taking photos of your art/ scanning

Phone camera + Snapseed is god tier combo for me, there are so many tutorials on YouTube how to edit the photos into full crispy quality.

But between my friend group it's well known that I am not very good at taking photos, so I scan most of my things.

Just a disclaimer that a good scanner is a very expensive thing ... But if you're willing to go through some loops, you can get a very neat CCD scanner from second hand for very cheap, sadly most of the time the cheap ones are very old and it took a lot of prayers and IT friend to set that thing up :DDD

So that's all I can think of right now, don't forget I got all these things over the years, and still I tend to draw or doodle with pretty cheap low quality things, since I believe that art can be made with everything... The more professional tools just tend to make things easier, but still it's better to test it out a bit before fully jumping into buying big expensive sets.

I wish a lot of luck with creating and don't be scared to experiment :3

[alicefromwhichplanet]

My new work! In this fiction I made my first attempt to create my OCs. They’re actually sparklings to be more specific:

Jinglestorm— Blitzwing and Bumblebee’s daughter, an orange jet, blue optics

Skystrophe— Megatron and Optimus’s son, a black truck, red optics (a bit inspired by Scourge)

Clobber— Strika and Lugnut’s daughter, a ground unit (like tfc Clobber) but in Strika’s color, red optics

This story is an AU of tfa/ my tfa fiction Heroic Nonsense. The three main characters, as members of a new patch of sparklings born after the Great War, also children of decepticon veterans/ autobot-decepticon parents, are going to blaze a trail to building a new world where autobots and decepticons are peacefully united, while exploring and healing scars left by the old warring world.

Follow their adventures! This will be a story about: trauma after war and how the gap between two race/fractions can be healed after war ended; the growth story of three children with complex identities.

Excerpt:

“Then why don’t you tell us about the beginning year of the Great War?” The old professor just can’t let her go. This time she isn’t sure. Her optics wander to her friends— Clobber sitting front right of her, is now staring at the window as well, her mouth agape in a daydream, her biggest optic half-shut, her history tablet almost shut down from power off. Slag! Her optics again wander to the back row. Skystrophe is there giving her a silent condemning look. His book is neatly opened to the page in use but he is clearly not going to give her the answer, and probably does not agree with her behavior of distracting in history class. Skystrophe loves history class, like his famous sire Optimus. Sometimes he is just insufferable.

Looking at Skystrophe’s silent condemning red optics, Jinglestorm is suddenly hit by an idea. She looks back at the professor and says with confidence:

“The Great War began about 5 million years ago. When the decepticon leader Megatron decided to start a riot.”

The classroom falls completely silent. Skystrophe suddenly looks down, pretending to be intrigued by his pencil. Alpha Trion frowns at the young bot, slightly nods and then shakes his helm, looking both satisfied and disappointed at her answer.

“Yes, that was written in textbooks before the war ended. But today, with the united government formed, and a peace treaty being reached permanently between autobots and decepticons— (his mouth corner twitches as he says that) today we say the Great War began when the former autobot government refused to pay decepticon miners full salary at year 917.”

He walks back to his podium with a slightly upset look, while muttering more comments. “The current government believes there are blames on both sides of the Great War, and they required us to be neutral about this part of history teaching. In the past we teach about the dangers decepticon riots posed to our society, but now they say the former autobot government was maintaining an unequal system on Cybertron as well.”

Jinglestorm nods attentively. “Yes. My carrier said…”

“Your carrier, Blitzwing, right?” Alpha Trion’s blue optics narrow as he looks into Jinglestorm’s optics. The girl shrinks a little at the coldness in them.

“You may sit down, Trainee Jinglestorm. ”

[romaineheartslettuce]

Okay

I'm in the middle of moving into a room on the other side of my house. I also get my brother's old bathroom(BIG upgrade btw). It kind of put into perspective for me how much shit I have.

I was planning to do a project pan a lot sooner because I know I have a lot more beauty/hygeine shit than one person will ever need at a time. I didn't truly realize that the real problem was the amount of stationery I own...my room can classify as a stationery store. I will never have to go school/art supply shopping ever again.

I'm hoping to finish everything in the next 2-4 years AND I KNOW THATS LIKE CRAZY, but I have high hopes.

My goals for this project pan is to:

♡ Save Money/Make sure I get my money's worth with all the shit I bought

♡ Fix Spending Habits/Overconsumption

♡ Being more environmentally conscious

Here are the categories for the products I'm project panning:

BEAUTY/HYGEINE

◇ Body Spray

- I only need like 3-5.

◇ Perfume

- I only need like 1 regular sized bottle and maybe 3-5 roll ons.

◇ Lip Balm

- I only need 3 and a big tub of Vaseline that'll last me over 10 years.

◇ Lip Gloss

- I only need 3.

◇ Mascara

- I only need 1.

◇ Lipstick/Crayon

- I only need 1 of each color.

◇ Lip Tint

- I only need 2-3 different colors.

◇ Eyeshadow

- I only need 1 pallet and it doesn't even have to be big.

◇ Serums/Toner

- I use 3 serums every night. I think it would be fair to have 3 refill serums for when I finish a bottle.

◇ Toner

- Toner isn't a necessity in my routine, but it's nice to have sometimes. Even then, I only need 1 bottle.

◇ Body Lotion

- I only need 1 big bottle and maybe 1-3 8 oz bottles.

◇ Body Oil

- I only need 1 bottle of baby oil.

◇ Face Masks

- I only need 1 bottle of mud mask or 1 pack of paper masks.

STATIONERY/JOURNALING SUPPLIES

(I will give myself the permission to go crazy even if I have enough stuff if I have the opportunity to go to Daiso since I don't live near one)

◇ Coloring tools

- I only need one set that includes atleast rainbow, black, brown, and pink. In the future, I think I'm gonna try to stick to mostly crayons and colored pencils for environmental reasons.

◇ Stickers

- Honestly, for this one I could go crazy on buying them until it feels right, but only if I have like 5 left. For vinyl stickers, I only need a big pack on amazon, but only if I have none left. This one varies. I believe I have the impulse control to not overdo it over one shopping spree for stickers.

- I also have a bag full of pretty cutouts from magazines I use as a substitute for stickers.

◇ Notepads/Scrap Paper

- I only need 3-6 and maybe a pack of construction paper.

- I also keep a bag of scrap paper to reuse for journaling.

◇ Washi Tape

- I only need 5-10.

◇ Notebooks

- I only need to buy 5. Otherwise, I will get gifted one or I will come across one randomly that I have to take home with me. The limit I've given myself is 10. By the way, Composition notebooks are awesome.

◇ Highlighters

- I only need a pack.

◇ Stamps

- I have stamp sets where all I have to do is buy stamp pads when they run out, but for the cute instant refillable ones, I'll allow myself to get 3-6 at a time if I want to.

◇ Erasers

- I only need a pack of rubber rectangle ones and maybe 3 cute ones.

Those are the products I'm project panning.

For the beauty products, I've learned that I need to buy in moderation because one eyeshadow palette could last me YEARS. And almost half of my body sprays date back to middle school. I'm in college now. They also don't have to be expensive to be good quality. I like drugstore brands and I find some of the best things from TJMaxx, Marshalls, or Ross.

For the stationary products, I've learned that I need to buy in moderation. Again, I still have shit from elementary school. I've also learned that I don't need to buy fancy overpriced stationery. I love Daiso. Hehehehehehe daiso I love daiso.

Anyways, this is where I need to get with my project pan. Spending money normally and not like a hoarder. If you have any tips to how I can use my products faster without wasting them, let me know.

(I'm not gonna go shopping for the next thousand years. Wish me luck.)

- Lily

[theabsurdityofbeing]

Hello people of tumblr. I am but another fish in the sea, another skin cell in the dust if you catch my drift.

An unintentional New Year’s resolution was made and that is that I want to spend this year dedicating my time to what I love. I will be doing this through making art, photography, writing, singing, guitar, collecting everything I love, all that stuff!

Anyways, if you have any similar interests or have a shared whimsical yet realistic hopeful optimistic yet horribly depressed always and tired but still horribly happy to be able to live life and want to connect, hello Party people 🙌

I am rumored to be that of an old soul.

I love philosophy (for the most part existentialism and absurdism) and the different ways of perceiving the outer world and how it translates to the internal world. The ego, being and nonbeing, consciousness, life and death, human anatomy, the history of everything, time, nature, literally just about everything. The way everything coexists amongst itself. If that helps you get an idea of it.

I love music, I love a handful of different genres, picky about modern music but love 1900s-1990s, super into 20s-30s jazz music from the start of swing in 1938 to its big band era of 30s-40s stuff, to the 50s-60s and the 60s-70s psychedelic rock and synth stuff and garage bands and literally everything counter culture ever, 70s-80s from early new wave to punk to electronic and everything else, 80s-90s post punk British indie early grunge,,,, you get the idea.

I also enjoy ambient artists Brian Eno and Harold Budd.

I’m a photographer, everything I see is beautiful, I find beauty in the mundane, the ordinary, the very inter workings of everything, small details, minor things creating the bigger picture. I like a variety of photography yet I am picky. Love vintage vernacular photography, I have a collection of old photos, photobooth photography, glamor shots, yearbook portraits, candid photography, documentary photography, fashion photography, I just love it all.

I paint too. And draw. Oil paintings and led pencil mostly.

Anyways. I love a lot of things. Vintage clothing. Old ephemera. Button pins. Print media. Printmaking. Fabric. Colors. Wood paneling. Too many things to name but I think I will make it a point to name 5 things I love a day. I won’t continue on about what I love because I love a lot. That’s enough.

I love chartreuse …

[thoroughlyhaunted]

hi friends,

i want to tell you about my friend marah. she, her sister, and her parents have successfully evacuated to egypt, but her brother and grandmother are still in gaza. she's waiting for the border crossing to reopen, but won't have the funds to allow her brother and grandma to cross.

she hasn't heard from her brother in a few days and is feeling really defeated. anything you can spare to help lift her spirits would mean a lot to us.

donation commission info under the cut!!

in exchange for any donations, i'd be happy to do a quick colored pencil doodle of anything you want, to the best of my ability. i can also do digital headshot doodles like the second image starting at $5+!!

i can be contacted here, or vampyre_bytes on discord and instagram. thank you for considering helping <3