#my favorite thing to draw is hands just because of that

[minniesmutt]

hi! could you maybe write a fic for either chan/hyunjin or felix where reader gives him a hard on under a blanket and lowk jerks him off riskily while all the other members are there. could get caught or not ?????? if you have time ofc! no rush <3

PAIRING: HYUNJIN X READER SYNOPSIS: Shifting wrong on their boyfriends lap during a group movie night leads to slowly jerking him off over his sweats and under a blanket, surrounded by his friends GENRE: SMUT CONTENT: EXHIBTIONISM, OVER PANTS HAND JOB, GN!READER, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, TEASING WC: 0.8k NOTE: 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog

    Hyunjin was a touchy person, especially with his partner. But he couldn’t always be publicly with them because of his career. He was closely watched, and one wrong step or word could ruin it for him. So he was aggressively cute with them around his friends. Hands never left their body when they had a group hangout. 

    It was one of the lazy day group hangouts. Everyone gathered at his and Changbin’s dorm. Hyunjin had pulled Y/n onto his lap and snuggled up under their favorite fuzzy blanket. 

    “I wanted to cuddle with my wife!” Changbin yelled 

    “You snooze, you lose!” Y/n stuck their tongue out at the rapper as the dancer under them kissed their cheek. 

    There was some back and forth about what movie to watch first, which ended in just having a random movie picked by a spinner wheel website. Everyone seemed happy about it, and everything was going great. 

    Until Y/n shifted a certain way on their boyfriend’s lap. Making him grab their body, then loosen quickly. Y/n looked at him before he just kissed their cheek and acted like nothing was wrong. But one thing about Hyunjin, his facial expressions always gave him away. 

    Hyunjin was expressive. Always had been. Emotions were always present on his face. And Y/n knew what all those expressions meant. 

    Y/n slipped off his lap but stayed close, legs thrown over his lap still. They didn’t say anything. Just sat with him under the blanket and wrapped one arm around his front. They could feel his breath hitch when their arm fully relaxed after a minute, and their hand rested right by his erection. Hidden by the blanket and his sweats. 

    Y/n looked up at their boyfriend and kissed his jaw, noticing his pink ears. “Gross,” Seungmin and Jisung said to the couple.

     “Let them be,” Chan said as the boys focused back on the movie

     It was a reminder that they were surrounded by their friends. But it didn’t help the dancer at all that his partner didn’t move their hand off his hard cock. It stayed there for the rest of the first movie. Occasionally, Y/n gave him a squeeze or a small knead, but nothing intense. 

     There was a quick break between the two movies, the guys either getting up for a bathroom break or to grab more snacks or drinks. “You okay, babe?” Y/n whispered to him

     “I’ll live. Your hand is not helping my case, though.” Hyunjin answered

     Y/n went to move their hand off his erection, but Hyunjin held her hand in place. His little signal that he was a hundred percent okay with her hand staying there as their friends came back to the sitting area. The next movie starting to play on the screen. Commentary was made here and there around them.

     Y/n slowly moved their hand up and down his shaft. Hyunjin had to bite his tongue to keep himself from moaning. He could keep his voice down, all he wanted, but it was his damned facial expressions that could give him away. Y/n kept their pace as slow and steady as they could. Making sure that they didn’t draw any attention to them or what was happening under the blanket. 

      Hyunjin laid his head against theirs as he did his best not to jerk his hips up into their hand. The dancer wrapped his arms tighter around his partner as he got closer and closer to the end of his rope. Their pace didn’t dare change from its original to not drawing too much attention to them.

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[m1ssunderstanding]

The John Lennon Owner's Manual By Paul McCartney

1. Make him food. I mean actually cook for him. Don't just take him out. He needs to feel loved and settled. John had a bit of a difficult childhood. He won't say it, but he craves security, and a good home-cooked meal can give that to him if only momentarily. Steak and potatoes is his favorite for dinner. Black pudding for breakfast. He also recently got a taste for a good American picnic lunch. Just real, hearty food. Hopefully you know what I mean.

2. On the other hand, you can't fall for his ‘i just want to stay home on the couch all the time’ routine. That's bullshit. He'll kick and scream on the way out, but the minute he's out of the house, he's like a dog at the park, or a bird headed South. Take him to the water. Boating, swimming, just staring at crashing waves or ships in the harbor. Take him to those rotating art galleries with different exhibits each month. Clubs, but it's got to be the good kind. You won't know what I'm talking about. Ask Brian or Mal. When you're dancing, ignore John's tough guy act. Twirl him, dip him, show him off. While we're treating John like a woman, John loves shopping more than any bleeding bird (girl) you ever went with. Clothes, books, sweets, gadgets. Take him. And you can't worry about all the money he's spending. Just be very excited about whatever it is he's spending it on.

3. Speaking of money. I assume you've taken over all my assets with my identity. I actually am terrified of John spending everything he owns and ending up completely broke, and it's not because I'm crazy. It's a legitimate possibility. So what you have to do, if you actually care about John, is be very very VERY careful with my money so he's always got a safety net.

4. Listen to him. This one is important. Every joke is a fucking tear-jerking rib cracker. Every snide comment is a scripture you're going to memorize and carve into the mountainside. He is an actual genius. I'm not being funny. I'm not being in love. Or obsessive as you'd call it. John’s brain operates on a level that's beyond even me. Quicker, deeper. All of it. So to you, he's basically a god. Anyway, my point is, treat him like a gift to the world, because he is one. Back up his plans. Draw attention to his wildness. Explain away the behaviors that to smaller minds might seem cruel or immature etc. File away little details of things he tells you for future use. I would usually answer them in a song, which you can't do. But you could call back to them with a public private joke. Or if it's some insecurity he's confessed, bring up how insane that thought is when he's had some minor success. Mention some random fact he taught you when you're bragging about him to strangers. Buy him that thing he once pointed out in passing at the shops.

5. Keep him working. I think all people experience this one, really, so this is probably self-explanatory, but just in case. If a person is feeling sorry for themselves, they might lose the motivation they need for the projects that make them happy. So they might stop working on those projects, which means they lose both the joy they get from the actual work, and the satisfaction and pride they get from a job well done. Think about how this cycle works in you, multiply it by fifty, and you've got John on a good day. He needs to be pushed. But he can't think you're telling him what to do, and he can't think you don't believe he can do it alone. You've got to be a bit sneaky with it.

6. Touch him. You were right. This is where – well part of where – I know I let him down. He loves to be touched. Anywhere. All the time. Even stupid shit like an ankle kick under the table or a shoulder nudge in the hallway will get you the most rewarding beaming beautiful smile. I guess you must know all about John and sex, so I won't go into detail here, but again. Just in case. You probably know his m.o. with sex is tender, romantic, passionate. Kissing your neck and running soft fingers up your leg before he takes you in hand. Arching his back and throwing his head back with reckless grace when you grind into him. Staring into your eyes and holding you in him deep as you come. Cuddles and heart-to-hearts after. But he also loves it when you mix it up a bit, you know? He's open to quite literally anything and he needs variety here as in every area of his life. But really. The point is, he needs to be touched. Probably goes back to the difficult upbringing thing, I don't know. He’s a bloody good hugger. He needs more of that. I should've done more of that with him. A lot more.

7. You will never be able to make him truly happy. Not the way that I can. So until you give him up, you're lying to yourself about loving him and doing what's best and all of that. I'm not helping you because I'm scared for me but because I'm scared for John. Try not to fuck this up for him.

8. Which reminds me. If you're ever out walking with John, especially in London. Say you're walking to the studio or something. Make sure John's on the side of the sidewalk close to all the houses and shops etc. You stay on the side of the road. The streets get busy. He doesn't see well. It's your job now to keep him safe. Take it seriously.

[heldbybarnes]

artist!reader helping bucky see the world in color again after spending so much of it in the dark😭

AHHHHHH. I almost didn't write this it was so adorably painful.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

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He told you once that the world looked gray.

You’d asked him—half asleep in the orange haze of a late afternoon sun—what his favorite color was. He’d shrugged, then said, “I don’t really have one. Everything’s just… dull.”

And your heart ached.

Because Bucky Barnes had survived the worst kind of darkness, and even though the war was over and the trigger words had lost their grip, there were still pieces of him trapped in grayscale. Still corners of his mind where the light couldn’t quite reach. Still mornings when he’d wake up and stare at the wall like it might swallow him whole.

So you painted him a sunrise.

Not a small one. A massive, untamed canvas that took over half your apartment’s living room. Layers of warm tangerine and coral bled into lavender, soft gold kissed the corners. You didn’t show it to him right away. You let it dry. Let it breathe. Let it become what it needed to become.

And then, when he came over one evening—wet hair from the shower, hoodie sleeves pushed up, boots tracking the rain in—you pulled the sheet off with a quiet sort of reverence.

“This is how I see you,” you said.

He blinked. Once. Twice. Like he didn’t know what to say. Like his brain couldn’t reconcile the softness of it all with who he believed himself to be. His fingers twitched at his sides.

You didn’t push. You never did. Just watched as he stepped closer, eyes wide, lips parted.

After a long moment, he whispered, “Why?”

You shrugged. “Because you deserve to know that even after everything—there’s still beauty. And you’re a part of it.”

He didn’t answer. But he kissed you like you’d given him something holy.

It became a ritual after that.

You’d paint while he sat nearby, reading or cleaning his weapons or just watching. Sometimes you’d hand him a brush. Sometimes he’d take it and do nothing with it but hold on, like touching the same tools you used might anchor him in the same world.

He liked mixing colors. You’d catch him quietly swirling blue into white or smearing charcoal into sienna until it looked like a storm. He never painted anything recognizable. Just shapes. Moods.

You never made him explain them.

One night, you turned to find him staring at your palette like it had all the answers.

“I used to dream in color,” he said, barely above a murmur. “A long time ago. I’d see my ma’s apron—she had this one with little red cherries—and I could smell her cooking. Steve’s sketchbook was always covered in graphite, but he’d draw with these colored pencils I gave him once. And then…”

He didn’t finish. You didn’t make him.

Instead, you slid your stool over and dipped your fingers into a pot of gold paint. Gently, you pressed a fingertip just below the corner of his eye.

A shimmer of color on a war-worn face.

He let out a broken breath. Then he did it back—dipping into a pale blue, swiping it along your jaw.

You smiled.

On your birthday, he gave you a painting.

It wasn’t framed. Just a thick canvas, roughly textured and chaotic. The strokes were messy and the colors didn’t blend right, but you could see what it was—an outstretched hand holding a bouquet of wildflowers, each one jagged and imperfect and real.

“They’re for you,” he said, voice tight. “They don’t grow right. Not for you. But they’re yours.”

You didn’t need them to be perfect.

You saw what he couldn’t: the effort behind every stroke, the thought in each crooked stem, the courage it took to try. It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever made for you. Because it was him. Messy. Earnest. Still learning how to believe he could create something soft.

You stepped forward, one hand sliding around the back of his neck, the other resting over his heart.

“They’re perfect,” you whispered. “Just like this.”

He kissed you then, forehead to forehead, breath trembling against your lips like he was scared it would all disappear if he looked away too long. You held him until his chest stopped heaving, until the shaking in his hands stilled.

After that, he started bringing you little things.

A crumpled leaf he said looked like burnt umber. A photograph of the sky when the clouds parted just right. A piece of sea glass he found on a walk, edges smoothed into softness.

“I thought you'd like this shade,” he’d mumble, cheeks pink, as if you might laugh at him.

You never did.

Instead, you’d place each treasure on the shelf above your workbench, letting them gather like proof of his healing. Proof that the world was becoming more vivid through his eyes.

One night, wrapped in blankets and tangled limbs, you traced your fingers down the center of his chest and said, “You know, I think you’re made of color.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” You kissed the dip between his collarbones. “Carmine for your anger. Indigo for your grief. Ochre for your steadiness. And maybe… maybe there’s a little blush pink in there, too.”

He groaned softly, trying not to smile. “Don’t make me blush, sweetheart.”

“You already are.”

He rolled over and pinned you to the mattress, laughing into your neck, but there were tears in his eyes.

Because for so long, all he’d known was red—blood, fury, war.

But now you were showing him how much more there was.

How many shades a heart could hold.

The first time he said “I love you,” it was in your studio. You had paint on your hands, music low in the background, your brush still mid-stroke when he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

He pressed his lips to the crook of your neck and whispered, “I love you.”

Just like that.

No fanfare. No trembling buildup.

Just truth.

You turned in his arms, searching his eyes, and found no gray left in them—only deep, clear blue and the faintest ring of gold where the light caught.

“I love you too,” you breathed, and the world bloomed around you like a garden in full color.

Years later, when people asked him about you—about the strange, lovely artist he followed like a sunflower tracks the sun—he’d say the same thing every time.

“She painted me back to life.”

And maybe he was right.

But you knew the truth.

He’d always had color in him.

You’d just helped him see it.

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: July 15

2019

[text] Working Title... [dan/noah, E, 5,870, rpf] by @olive2read

Noah is really enjoying his first season on Schitt’s Creek and flirting with Dan in character. he’s hopeful that the chemistry on set will translate to chemistry off set. ——meanwhile, things are progressing between David and Patrick in a parallel track. which pair is doing what, now?

Family Visitations [david/patrick, M, 4,840] by @stargatewars

David was dramatic. There was no one that met him that would say different. So when he started complaining of pain in his abdomen, everyone assured him that it was probably a result of him eating his dinner too fast and left it at that. Except, for once, David was being the appropriate level of dramatic.

for feelings bittersweet [david/patrick, E, 10,311] by wardo_wedidit

“It’s just—this is the first time in my life that everything has been right. For any substantial amount of time. And I’m afraid if this one thing changes, what if other things start to fall apart too? What if us having this deed to this town is the glue that’s holding my life together?” Or, someone makes a serious offer for to buy Schitt's Creek, and everyone struggles with what that means for the future. It also means David has to wrestle with everyone else's emotions.

Rose Apothecary's Back Room [david/patrick, G, 2,730] by TobytheWise

Team Free Will rolls into the small town of Schitt's Creek, hoping to replenish some of their supplies at a little shop that happens to have the hunter's symbol in their window. Only, when they walk inside, the owner, David, has NO clue what the hell they're talking about.Patrick's got some explaining to do...

2020

[art] trying new things can always be a little dangerous [david/patrick, G, fanart] by @sparklesmagiclightlove

ships_to_sail asked me to draw these two beautiful scenes for ladyflowdi from their amazing fic. Read it if you haven't, it is stunning. Thank you, ships_to_sail, enjoy! title from the fic, a quote of Patrick's.

And I'm Terrified, But The Truth Is This [david/patrick, E, 4,333] by @streetlampsunset

“David,” he said, surprised at how even his voice came out. “You are not damaged goods.” He slid his hand through the back of David’s hair and it was an awkward angle, cupping his jaw like this, upside down. His fingers were tucked under David’s chin, thumb rubbing smooth circles in the skin behind his ear. “You, David Rose, are my very favorite person.” David frowned, trying to look away. “No,” Patrick said, “look at me, please.” He did, reluctantly. “You are so strong, and brave, and generous.” Patrick pressed a kiss to David’s forehead with each word. He pulled back some to look him in the eye. “You are who you are, because of your past, not in spite of it.” He ran his thumb over the shell of David’s ear. I love you. “You deserve kindness, David, you deserve to be treated well.” David is still hurting over the events of the barbecue. Patrick tries to show him that he is deserving of love.

Happy Birthday, Patrick Rose [david/patrick, G, 858] by @kindofspecificstore

Y’know it’s the first time I’ve woken up next to some one on my birthday.” He traces a finger down David’s neck and across his collarbone. David hums at the touch, though he can’t help but be confused. “I don’t think that’s true.” Patrick chuckles, both hands coming up to cradle David’s face. Warm hands, cold ring. “I mean some one I get to call my husband,” Patrick corrects himself.

Potluck [david/patrick, NR, 1,223] by @maxbegone

David grabs his shoulder. “Yeah, wait. I just want to apologize in advance if my parents say anything weird to you,” he says suddenly. “The last time Roland held a party this big, they got really high together and my dad told me that he supported my ‘sexual encounters.” David physically cringes at the memory and lets out a slow breath through puffed cheeks. Patrick is just smiling at him. “That must have been nice.” “He was stoned, Patrick.” -- 44. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Something fine built to last [david/patrick, T, 1,115] by @kiwiana-writes

As soon as they open the door, Patrick realises that it’s — well, raining is really not a strong enough word. Absolutely bucketing down might be better. It’s coming down in sheets; the type of rain you know just by looking at it is going to soak you through in a second. David makes a small, distressed noise, and Patrick whirls to face him. “Oh God, your sweater.”

The Best Man's Wedding [ian/mickey, T, 2,612] by JosieMarieVivianWilkins

Ian and Mickey road-trip out to town after the wedding to avoid Terry's wrath and end up in Schitt's Creek. Oneshot request for Jools10

Workaholics [david/patrick, NR, 839] by @maxbegone

Patrick leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest. “I thought we agreed to not doing any work on our days off?” David doesn’t move, he just responds with a slightly-distracted muttering of, “I know but…I’m just trying to get this new display layout right. It needs something to bring it together.” -- 42. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

2021

Begin Again [ted/alexis, G, 1,756] by @atlabeth

He didn’t know if Alexis still thought about him the way he thought about her. That was the funny thing about their relationship. Ted had never loved anyone more than he had loved Alexis, but that was why he had to let her go. They didn’t keep in touch much after he left for the Galapagos. There were texts, the occasional call, but eventually they just… stopped. A part of it was work, sure, but— It was too painful to talk to her, to be so close but so far away. To not get to be with her. Letting go of Alexis Rose was the hardest decision he ever had to make, but it was the only one he could make. And as he stepped out of the airport, some small part of him was hoping that he would somehow find the one who got away once more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Or: On a Wednesday, in a cafe, two lovers watch it begin again.

Follow the unknown with something more familiar [ted/miguel, T, 874] by @designatedgrape

David overhears a very interesting phone conversation between Patrick and Ted about Ted's new relationship.

My Love, She Keeps Me Warm [stevie/twyla, M, 7,878] by @steviestoospooky

Stevie and Twyla have been friends for years, girlfriends for months, and fiancées for just a couple of weeks. Almost no one in Schitt's Creek knows about the second two developments. On a trip to Vegas to celebrate Alexis and Ted's upcoming nuptials, more wedding bells are ringing!

talk to me baby [rachel/heather, T, 2,617] by @hullomoon

After her disastrous trip to Schitt's Creek, Rachel decides to take some time for herself

You must be Kidding [rachel/heather, T, 2,650] by @agoodpersonrose

“David, Patrick, this is my girlfriend, Rachel.” Rachel freezes. She takes a moment to thank God that she isn’t the one holding the hand-blown glass salad bowl because it would certainly be in pieces across the patio if she were. Patrick seems equally as surprised, frozen in place, the fingers of his right hand laced tight in who Rachel can only assume is David’s hand. He’s here, stood in the middle of her girlfriend’s back yard, staring at her like he’s just seen a ghost. “Hi, Rach,” Patrick finally gets out, his voice rough.

2022

[Vid] Alright [johnny/moira, G, vid] by @n0connections

Johnny is going to be alright. Or a Music Video about Johnny Rose to the Darius Rucker song Alright

Hide Your Diamonds, Hide Your Exes [patrick & ted, T, 2,329] by @wearpersistencewell

Patrick and Ted talk ex-fiancees and true love. Takes place between "The Barbecue" and "The Rollout."

like a tide to the shore [stevie/ruth, M, 3,993] by @nerdframed

This is not a supernatural love affair... ... or that's what Ruth tries telling herself.

Simply the Vet [ted/david, M, 6,508] by @hullomoon

The new vet across the street catches David's eye

'Til we're running from it [rachel & ted, T, 3,492] by @smblmn

It's like she's the cute unsuspecting redhead from a horror movie who goes straight to get killed after doing the opposite of what she was advised to do. Because that's how she feels, like her life ended yesterday, in a way, and suddenly she can't wait to get out of this nightmare of a town.

time—curious, mystical, wondrous time [alexis/twyla, T, 5,942] by @sarahlevys

Alexis leans in, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I already lived today. Like, yesterday was August 20. My mom got back on Sunrise Bay, and I gave you all my clothes, and—" "Alexis!" Twyla exclaims. "You did what?" "Okay, I promise I will circle back to that, but." Alexis flattens her hands on the countertop. "Like, am I losing it, or is this something that maybe you've heard of happening before?" Twyla purses her lips, thinking a little, before she turns her patient gaze back to Alexis. "I don't think that's ever happened to me, but nothing's impossible if you believe that it's true." Alexis finds herself reliving Start Spreading the News... over and over again.

Watch Me Unravel [david/patrick, G, 1,096] by @fictasticvoyage

Patrick has a big problem, and only Alexis can help. She rescues her favorite brother and they both get a little mushy.

you drew stars (around my scars) [david/patrick, G, 1,487] by @patrckbrewer

when patrick comes back from his business seminar to find david with a rash on his face, a very angry important vendor, and a closed account with the rosebud motel he doesn’t know what to do. all he wants is to be able to protect david from everything that can hurt him. but that’s hard when the person who hurts him the most is his own father

2023

closing early [david/patrick, M, 861] by @milklovexoxo

tumblr kiss prompt for ...out of lust thanks to my lovely friend @statueinthestone for sending this prompt! 💜

I'll Be There For You [david/patrick, T, 939] by mallpretzles

Alexis has some sad realizations about David's past and how absent she’s been in his life until now.

us, together [david/patrick, G, 830] by @rosedavid

Patrick comforts David after a stressful day.

2024

Happy Birthday, David Rose! [david/patrick, M, 2,300] by @a-noble-dragon

It’s David Rose’s Birthday. What will the day have in store for him?

I See You [david/patrick, E, 45,906] by @im-televisions-moira-rose

He exhales a shaky breath and then checks his watch; the train is running late, and the later it gets, the more the anxiety builds at the base of Patrick’s spine. The more his brain whispers this is a bad idea, asks is this really something you’re ready to know? He tries to distract himself by observing the myriad of other people waiting—an older, heavy-set couple wearing matching t-shirts, a large group of loud teenagers with seriously abrasive accents, a distinctly European trio of men arguing in what sounds like German. He assumes they’re mostly tourists; he is, after all, staying near Times Square, and he’s pretty sure any self-respecting New Yorker avoids this particular station at all costs. It’s not like he was dying to eat at a New York City TGI Friday’s himself, but the hotels really did seem to be the best bang for his buck. The distant whir of the oncoming train sparks him out of contemplating subpar American food, and he swallows, mouth dry, feeling more like a man on his way to a sentencing hearing than a college graduate on a solo vacation, going to a bar for a drink. It’s just a bar. It’s just a drink. A handsome stranger falls asleep on Patrick on the subway. Alt meet.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 4 fics/23,751 words 2020: 8 fanworks (7 fics, 1 fanart)/11,864 words 2021: 5 fics/15,775 words 2022: 8 fanworks (7 fics, 1 vid)/24,864 words 2023: 3 fics/2,630 words 2024: 2 fics/48,206 words Total: 30 fanworks (28 fics, 1 fanart, 1 vid)/127,090 words

[alaskan-wallflower]

i can’t really think of some clever way to introduce this one so

boom, steve design

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rambling under the cut lol

i knowwww he doesn’t look like tom cruise or anything (which was lowkey intentional) but i wanted to make something my own, yknow? i headcanon steve has hazel eyes because i had gotten an ask about steve with green eyes, but i always headcanoned him with brown eyes, but i thought about it more and was like “hm, well maybe that could be a turning point in his and pony’s friendship where pony associates steve wi those guys with green eyes he hates, but sometime post book he starts acknowledging that steve isn’t a green eyed snob and is just. a normal dude with greenish brown eyes. also that’s the only aspect i yoinked from TC lol—i also really like the idea of steve having freckles, especially along his shoulders from working outside at the dx and from his jean vest so yay for freckles steve! also i decided to a make the sleeves of his vest look more torn up because i made a few posts about how i think steve tore the sleeves off his jacket cause maybe he was in an emergency and needed quick bandaids so he ripped the sleeves off his jacket to form makeshift bandaids until he could get to the curtises or two’s place. i kinda realized i made him look very italian here and yknow what im here for it, italian steve is my most favorite thing in the world and you can rip that out of my cold dead hands. also i have this headcanon that steve has really messy, big, poofy, curly/wavy hair when he doesn’t style it (which it takes him like an hour to do each day) and i don’t really know how to draw slicked back hair yet so yall are getting steve with his natural hair lol—like his hair is so big that he can’t even wear his dx cap cause his hair is too thick for it to cover anything. also that FUCKING EAGLE TATTOO UGH i spent literal hours on it fir nothing. so yall get to see it in full!

i had originally planned for his tattoo to take up his whole bicep but i couldn’t really fit it in like i wanted to (it’s something i’ll prolly try to fit in if i draw him standing up or smth) but i was so proud of this and i wanna share it too cause i think i deserve it lmao, i’m feeling narcissistic tonight. i had also traced over a sketch i did on paper for this one

so it was hard to transfer from paper to phone cause that’s just not how i roll but yknow! trying new things never hurt anyone. i also tried new methods for sharing and highlighting where i airbrush parts of it and do solid stuff on others , and i think im gonna keep up with that. i think this would’ve turned out better had i used a digital sketch and not a paper one but to each their own.

this was a lot of fun until i started admittedly losing interest but i was determined to finish it to show yall so hopefully you like it! if you read all of this i love you to bits and am giving you the biggest hug ever <3 aight im gonna go to bed it’s like 2 am lol

[leaderincrows]

Hiiiiii, dropping in for a brain worm. What's your drawing process like? Like how long does it usually take for you to go from sketch, coloring, layering etc until you hit the final work? Super curious what's your favorite part of the process for a work :)

By the way, love your art. It's so dynamic, quiet yet visceral, loving, sensual, and comforting in a lot of ways. Do a little dance jig whenever I see you on my dash bc I know I'm gonna be spoiled well 🙂‍↕️

🥺 💞💞💞 wow thank you so much! I just really need ppl to understand they are CLENCHES FIST in love. Rawing nasty but in love

I do have a speed paint of my last Raf piece that I can't post here because his hands are in his junk, but that's on Twitter here.

Most of my art takes 17 - 20 hrs! That Sylus x Zayne x Caleb threesome in their catch 22 fits probably took closer to 35 or 40. This is gonna sound wild coming from a nsfw artist but I actually really don't like drawing the human form. It's too restrictive and I don't like following references very much, I'd rather have more freedom. Replicating the outfits and accessories in this game is EXHAUSTING,,,, but I must. The boner demands it.

Join me below the cut and I'll talk more about my process and the two most influential pieces of art advice I've ever recieved: shade dark to light, and paint with color rather than a darkened version of your flat colors.

PaInT wItH cOlOr I will now proceed to use my silver dragon Sylus as an example.

I haven't taken an art class since I was in middle school so most of my learning was done on deviant art before it was an ai cesspool. Narrated speed paints and being introduced to other mediums were huge for me. I never learned color theory we go off vibes in this house.

So for my process now, I go through 4 or 5 phases of sketching. My sketches are still a little messy when I'm ready for them to be colored. Standard flat color process, also a little messy. I use one default brush for everything. Like EVERYTHING. When I got csp I messed around a lot (which you can see in my very first posts on this blog) but then when I found a brush I liked I married it. Sketch rendering everything.

I've been drawing dragons longer than I've worked with anything else. Also a lot of creature designing. My favorite step in the process is rendering and my favorite things to render are scales and hair! There isnt anything wrong with using brushes but I REALLY like drawing/rendering individual scales. Tedious is good sometimes

To do my base shading I flatten the color layers and copy it. Then on that new layer I go into tonal correcting and slide the hue around until I find a color I like. I bump up the saturation and lower luminosity, and set that layer to multiply. It's a bit hard to see but if you look on his neck and the back leg behind his tail, its a little blue; using a bit of color in the shadows is an easy way to make pieces more vibrant AND you're getting some backlight in.

And then I erase roughly where there will be highlight. I use a big brush and this takes just a few minutes.

If I want the piece more colorful I'll go in and add more of that backlight, like here with those light purple splotches on his tail, and the yellow edge around the tub, etc;

You can get away with slapping whatever color you want anywhere if you're gonna blend it and if its light/dark enough to work as a highlight or shadow.

Here's one of my spiderverse ocs, she's meant to be iridescent. Again its just a matter of blending colors well enough you can get them to work. And see how her base color is like a very light icy blue but some of the shadows are purple, but then others are a little gray so it's not overpowering.

And I dont use the blend tool, I color digitally like I'm using colored pencils.

And I typically do all the painting on one layer because too many layers is cumbersome! So I can't show you a few layers between the base shading and the final render because its all one layer! These still image tutorials dont work very well for me because its very 'draw the rest of the owl' !

It's also very typcial for the base shading to look naked by comparison. If you zoom in on his face there are a lot more scales. I don't sketch out fine details like this because I know that I want to do them later. Stuff like this you just need a clear image of the final piece in your head I think

If you see lineart in my pics its something I added during the painting process. I feel like it's been a long time since I've done proper lineart, after the sketch step but before flats.

Ok I feel like this is long so I'm stopping now.

[shen-mu]

I love the way you draw hands! Do you have any tips?

Thank you lilian!! <З actually i think the best way to learn how to draw anything is to take pics of yourself and study it (especially from different angles) now i just look at my hand and try to figure out which line goes where!! it doesn't need to be perfect. it can be messy but at one point you will understand more of it!! (old sketches)

and there's a little thingy from me how i do it xD

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[serotonin-dose]

AsaDen x Metaphor Re:Fantazio

[theanonymousninja247]

Strife

Personal project for the most talented

@imagine-darksiders

(if y’all like to read the most wholesome and thought provoking stories PLEASE for the love of pizza, I HIGHLY recommend reading her stuff)

I hope I did him justice because I honestly believe that we would be the best of friends. Very much would like to give him a hug 🫂🧡

[huidol]

happy valentines 👍 day

[mxwhore]

last stretch?

[kurtkooky]

Hmm? What’s in my pocket?? Oh. Ya know. Rockstar Sakurai AU

Text in the second pic:

“Secret rockstar Sakurai AU:

-sneaks off every once in awhile to preform

- definitely cannot see without his glasses

-Koyama discovers his secret at some point”

[lucalicatteart]

Cats and Nasturtium Flowers~ something which was going to be a custom sticker sheet (for me to decorate my scrapbook with) until I realized that most sticker printing websites have like Actual Guidelines you're supposed to follow in terms of file type of the image and other things lol.. A nice picture then, I guess at least

[yellllowstar]

slowly I'm recovering the beauty of discovery

(creature by half•alive)

(textless + timelapse below cut)

[caffeinatedopossum]

Unpopular opinion but people should commission me