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edaxii · 6 days ago

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your art style is so cool and interesting, can i ask how you came up with it/developed it? id love to know what has inspired you the most over the years:3

Thank you very much for your compliment and question!

That's such an interesting and important topic for most artists out there and finding my art style was something that I struggled with as well. Your question actually inspired me to look back and reflect on how I actually got here, so this might be a bit of a long-winded answer.

But sincerity sometimes comes with a story...

When I was younger, I had this tendency to never colour anything I drew and I mean anything. I had decided that colouring just wasn’t something I was good at, so I avoided it like the plague. There were times where I attempted painting or using markers like the other kids, but I found it boring and didn’t care much about the outcome.

It became a self-fulfilling prophecy. My indifference and lack of practice led me to be very bad at it. I had the eye for colour and the internal understanding of shading and whatnot, but my hand was unable to follow through — as if my muscles were underdeveloped when it came to the act of coloring. I was terrible at my art class back in middle school. Ironic.

The funny thing is, during those years, I was actually very fond of painters (you know the classics). Such a paradox.

I admired artists like Edward Hopper, Georgia O'Keeffe, and René Magritte.

Specific Works: – Soir Bleu by Hopper – Ladder to the Moon by O'Keeffe – La Victoire by Magritte

But, I kept that no colour schtick for many years... Until I actually got into digital art.

At the beginning, I kept doing the same old, same old: just line art. Intentionally seeing the world through greyscale-tinted glasses. I would sketch something and then make it digital, stuck in a limbo of digitalising traditional art. Took me more time to think about drawing then actually drawing. But like most artists, I had that itch. That itch to develop my own style, have a recognisable stamp in a world where it feels like everything has already been done.

So, I got into colour.

But it was not the classical way of drawing in a character or an object. I just went full-on abstract. Random spikes and shapes, filling line art with absurd neon colours. Not following rules, not trying to be correct or aesthetic. Too bored to draw correctly. Maybe too incapable to draw correctly. Just went full-on abstract.

And that worked for a while. And maybe it could have worked for even longer, who knows. The beauty of subjectivity in art.

But you eventually have to decide what you want to do with your art.

Do you want to be an illustrator? A graphic designer? A painter? A concept artist?

Then your art style should be able to work well with the path you choose. There are no rules... Until you have to work.

Of course, there’s the freelance route where people pay for what you offer (your personal style). But I felt unsatisfied with what I offered, you know. An internal feeling of discontent. When you’re on the right path, you can feel it.

So, I tried another method.

I saw a video from Ethan Becker about finding your art style. He suggested choosing 3 artists you love and try to mash their styles into one (I am butchering a bit the preface but its been a while, so you should try and search it for yourself).

The artists I picked were: – Kim Jung Gi – Sui Ishida – Anthony Chong Jones (robotpencil)

Did I really combine their art styles into one? Definitely not. I chose incredibly talented artists for reference when I barely understood the program I was using. For example, I tried to translate watercolour into hard shapes, which was not the goal — but it gave me an idea.

And maybe the drive that stems from ideas was what actually pushed me to try more and colour more and do... More!

So I practiced.

I practiced this new art style (which was not yet my style) for a while, but that same gut feeling of dissatisfaction still lingered.

Then, I drew something randomly. Just a random character, using random techniques. A random idea on a random day during a random month.

Maybe I was unconsciously thinking about how I used to draw and how I wanted to draw.

I digitalised my rough lines and coloured with more control. And coloured even more and more. Neon shapes but also shading. No reference. No help. No right answers. Just me combining everything I knew into something. Just me drawing.

And it worked, it felt right. Did it need more development? Of course, it was not perfect and maybe it will never be described as perfect. But it felt right... It finally felt like I was heading into the right direction or I don't know. It was just a feeling honestly.

If you look at my work from 2024, that’s where I was at.

So I kept going. I kept drawing. And I became better at drawing, better at understanding myself. I stopped searching for how to draw correctly, I just drew. I found more artists that I love, like Takato Yamamoto and seongryul, but I enjoyed their art without imitating them. I just appreciated them.

And now we are here, 2025, somewhere where I feel satisfied with how I draw because it feels mine. It's rough and abstract but controlled. And it makes sense to me. It’s overly detailed, it's chaotic and takes forever to finish but I genuinely love it.

My personal opinion is this:

Yes, it's good and very important to search up artists and understand their techniques. Actually, to learn their techniques. But when it comes to personal style, try to draw how you want to draw*.

* how to draw anatomy, perspective, portraits, need references and a lot of research, this is solely about art style!

Try to use the programs (your tools) differently, unorthodoxly. Remember how you used to create when you were younger (rough lines? minimal?) and visualise it.

Sometimes not looking at things makes us reflect more, like staring at a dark ceiling and imagining stories and shapes. The old fashioned way, during a time where we didn't have such intense outside stimuli.

Innovation can stem from a personal need, frustration, experience. Everyone has something in them that sets them apart: their USP (unique selling proposition).

Sorry for the long answer but the journey truly is more important than the destination. If I didn't have trials and errors and vexation, I wouldn't be here. As much as I was inspired by incredible artists, I was also inspired by myself — because I made the choice to be me.

Like that classic Robert Frost poem says:

"I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference."

I hope this was even a tiny bit helpful and that I actually answered your question because I went a bit on a tangent. I am no expert in anything except my own life, so take everything with a grain of salt.

Take care!

-DAXI

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desolateice · 3 months ago

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I'm a simple person, so- A, B, and C?

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]? Well you didn't pick one. So I'll do a lot of my fics, but not all of them.

Root Beer Floats and Green Tea- The root beer was supposed to be a stand in for Johnny and the green tea for Daniel and Mr. Miyagi. I wanted to give Johnny a cute tradition with his mother and root beer floats after a tournament tied in well with everything else and it was a stand in for his life with his mother, plus soda can be a little fizzy an 'volitile' in comparison to a smooth but sometimes bitter tea. Wisteria Sherbert- Wisteria takes a lot of water and isn't the smartest thing to have on a house in LA where it's a drought. But it shows how rich it is. And sherbert is something you can make from it but you also have to be careful because it's not all edible and inexperience with it can be dangerous. So we have a/b/o and Daniel interacting with inexperience around an omega but also there's a lot of danger of mishandling because of Terry Silver and Kreese and a lot of assumptions being made. But also how when properly loved and cared for Johnny (the wisteria) can bloom in even in a drought. A Feast for Fools was a very serious not serious april fools day post of taking Terry Silver and Johnny Lawrence and trying to write them the best possible happy ending/fic and because I posted it on april fools day and wanted them to be fools for each other in the fic it just worked. I have thought about writing them more. Double Layer Chocolate Cake is because there's two ships happening in tandem and because it was a reverse bang combo of two of pfaerie's fics. It also kept coming up as a dessert to give a loved one. Peachy Keene: this is a time loop time travel fic mostly about Robby who is not having a peachy life. The pun was too perfect to pass up. Pineapple Upside Down cake: It's a reverse Au thus the upside down bit and they eventually live in Okinawa so thus the pineapple. Spoilers I guess, but it's a prequel to bagel and lox for me and a maple bar for you so....(I feel bad for the people who maybe don't realize all the whump about to happen because they haven't seen GJ's art that I based the series off of or haven't read the next fic, though to be fair no clue if anyone reading it hasn't. It's been a somewhat quiet fic response wise.) B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience? I mentioned to the last asker of this question yakgwa. There's bits and pieces of my interests/personal experience filtered throughout the fics I guess. For Hardboiled Gunpowder Tea I mean I spent most of my early childhood obsessed with detective novels and mysteries and usually had a notebook to write clues on and a magnifying glass and got little chemistry prompts/experiments to do in the mail (Hi yes nerd shush) and did actually get paid to find stuff for people from time to time. A lot of the prompts or ideas generally come from things I already really enjoy. Like I also was obsessed with space as a kid and paranormal/folklore which I blame my dad for. He'd studied folklore for his masters (which he didn't end up getting because he decided not to turn in his final paper) and so our house was filled with books on them and I'd sit on the floor in his library reading about all these different creatures and then go to lectures about bigfoot with him or faeries. Apparently as a small child I also told him I'd met an alien and they'd given me a rock and he was so bummed that I hadn't run to get him so he too could meet the alien. (Which is why even though I don't have a clue what rock it is I don't throw out any rocks I happen to find amongst my stuff just in case) I also grew up around a lot of nature and plants, and my grandmother tried her hardest to teach me about all of them and what ones were edible and what not and a lot about flowers. I also cooked with her a lot and then later with my aunt a lot, like every weekend for her and her guests who were visiting from far off places. Really there's just lots of random mixes in there for the different fics. Oh I also found a plaque after I moved last December for personal attendance I don't remember getting.

C: What character do you identify with most? Oh man this is hard. So I love writing about Johnny but I think it depends. There's little facets with each of them. Like for Daniel grief. My parents are gone as are my grandparents and it just sort of never lets you go, which also is something echo'd in Johnny in Cobra Kai. and how everyone grieves differently. And like I feel like you grieve for different people differently too. There's also mixes of them for my childhood in various deep ways. So any time I think to go this one, I identify with this one, then I end up thinking about it and going well I also identify with this one and... I mean hell sometimes I've also been Bobby before trying to advise a friend I care about but they're too deep in it to let anyone help them. I've also watched family members get sick and was told they were going to get better only to find out they weren't after being told they would and sat having those blindsided awful moments like Tory. So again, it's a total mix which I think is why these movies and shows hold such staying power with me and why I usually avoid this question because I could sit here for hours psychoanalyzing myself and the characters and finding those little ties and it's just too raw so I'd rather just do the cathartic thing and write fics lol.

#ask game #writing asks #thank you for the ask #long posts

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dailycharacteroption · 1 year ago

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Retrograde Revision 3: Archaeologist

(art by BorjaPindado on DeviantArt, featured in Arkham Horror)

And it’s time for another revisit to some of my oldest entries on the blog, and this time, it’s the archaeologist!

I’ve said many times that certain archetypes of certain classes feel almost like entirely different careers and vocations than offshoots of the same class, and today’s entry, from Ultimate Combat, is what actually introduced me to the concept!

While this archetype has more in common with Dr. Indiana Jones or Dr. Evelyn Carnahan than it does with the real thing, it’s easy to see why bard was used as the basis for bringing this concept to life, even if the investigator rivals it in many ways. After all, a bard has access to a deep pool of knowledge and their spellcasting can be either flavored as them studying the arcane and occult secrets of ancient civilization or simply a practical skill to pick up for field work in a world where the relics of the past often have strong opinions about being recovered by modern civilizations.

This archetype also does a good job of expressing “bard that is trying to emulate the traditional skillset of a rogue.”

Regardless of that, in a world of ancient wonders and past civilizations, it only makes sense that archaeology would exist in some form in a fantasy setting, recovering relics for historical study or profit, depending on who’s doing the digging. Both can be equally devoted to the work though.

Whether it’s boldness or some form of supernatural luck, these archaeologists can draw upon seemingly otherworldly fortune when they need to, functioning similarly to a combination of inspire courage and inspire competence, but also applying to their saves and only affecting them. Insert your jokes about humming adventure music while they perform activities here.

They also train to notice small details as well as disabling mechanisms, both important skills in the trap-laden tombs they often visit.

They also gain both uncanny dodge and evasion, similar to a rogue, deftly avoiding danger.

Additionally, these bards also learn many different talents associated with rogues, including a few advanced ones as well.

This archetype is good for those that want to be a problem-solver for the party. Yes, they are especially good at dealing with traps and noticing details, but they also have access to both bardic spells and rogue talents, making them very customizable. I recommend a combination of buffing spells, utility spells, and a mix of utility and combat talents for a character that can do a little bit of everything though specializing ain’t bad either.

Unfortunately, real-world archaeology, particularly western archaeology, while scientific and historic in nature, still has nasty elements of tomb robbing in it’s own history, relics of the past curated in museums far from the very people whose cultures those items are a record of their heritage. Now, the Pathfinder Society in the Lost Omens setting subverts this by having lodges in multiple countries so that the relics deemed safe for public viewing can be put on display for the people whom find them culturally significant. Of course, villainous archaeologist associated with the Aspis Consortium could make good villains as well.

The idol of Xaxitl has vanished from the museum it was displayed in. Some blame the locals retrieving it from those who defiled their ancestors temples, but Professor Herris believes it was stolen by members of a daemonic cult and political party he has run across before, seeking to use the idol’s dark power to their own ends. The biggest challenge may not be retrieving the artifact, but dealing with the professor’s abrasive personality, however.

Isea Ferdt, the most knowledgeable authority on ancient mountain elf culture has gone missing. She was last heard from planning an expedition to a newly discovered dig site in the Amarac foothills. As certain signs depicted in mountain elf culture are beginning to manifest, discovering her whereabouts, and perhaps rescue, has become paramount, as only her expertise can correctly interpret these prophecies.

Doomsday cults are often crackpots establishments ran by deranged, but otherwise relatively harmless madmen. The Cult of the Blinding Eye, however, has recently become tenfold more dangerous than before, as if they were being guided towards their endgame by someone with the knowledge of archaic evil that they otherwise lack.

#pathfinder #retrograde revision #archetype #bard #archaeologist #elf

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bunnymajo · 1 year ago

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Since it's on my mind, I wanted to talk a little bit about Thistle's main outfit inspiration, a gakuran, the Japanese male school uniform jacket.

(Sorry for using a cosplay as an example, it seemed to get the point across the easiest)

Since Surge & Kit's original design motifs were also directly inspired by Japanese school uniforms, Surge's being an 80s/early 90s delinquent's and Kit's being a grade-schooler with a backpack. (I really wish Sega had gone with the randoseru design, I thought it was pretty slick, but oh well) - so it was really important to me that Thistle & Pop have uniforms as a part of their look too.

Gakuran have been a standard uniform piece in Japan since the Meiji era with few changes. To me, I've gotten the impression over the years from Japanese pop culture that they're seen as incredibly traditional and conformative. Which is why it's seen as "edgy" and "alternative" to make modifications to it.

Thistle's too eccentric to just have a plain black top, so that's why I added that splash of pink to it and rolled up the sleeves. He's trying to pull off looking like just a normal innocent young man -but having a little fun with it in his own way.

The other reason I picked a gakuran is because of it's the outfit of choice for Oendan/Japanese cheerleading squads.

Typically Oendan are pretty much just for school or sporting events, but there's also an art to it and just a thing to do to show your support of something. I couldn't find any real life examples of it so I'm sure this is just a thing for comedic affect because it's a cartoon- but I know I've seen idol otaku performing oendan to cheer on their idol in anime. So that's also a connotation I thought fit Thistle haha.

#sometimes I worry his design doesn't really give off 'gakuran' i mean i guess it doesn't have to. but that's what i was going for :'D #thistle the tenrec #design chat #thistle's the embodiment of that 'i'm just a good little boy. it's my birthday :)' meme

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wagmi-mga2023mi6021 · 5 months ago

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The Brief: Effort

There’s a lot I’ve learned throughout my time at uni and in the months I’ve been working on this project. But if there’s one thing that stands out, it’s this: sometimes, the least bit of effort is enough.

I’ve learned that when you give your all to something, it’s enough—not just for the rewards, the progress, or the appreciation—but to make you feel like you deserve it. Like you’ve achieved something real. And that feeling? That’s enough to keep me going. To keep doing what I love.

I’ve carried this mindset throughout the year by picking up new hobbies and activities I never thought I’d take on. Two that I’m most proud of? Tennis and swimming.

My fear of water didn’t stop me from pushing myself to get better at something I’ve always admired. And tennis? Well, I’ve always wanted to try it, so I thought—why not?

Stepping outside my comfort zone like this has shown me that growth comes from the things that challenge you. Whether it’s in art, sports, or life in general, the only way forward is to take the leap.

For this project, I’ve often felt like I wasn’t doing enough. I wanted to push myself—artistically, mentally—into a place that was far outside my comfort zone. For the longest time, I stayed where it was safe, where I wouldn’t have to face self-doubt or failure. I built myself an ivory tower, keeping myself cozy inside it, afraid to see what I was truly capable of.

But then I came across T.S. Eliot’s words:

"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."

And that hit hard.

I realized I have way more potential than I give myself credit for. And the only way to reach it is to risk failing. Because improvement requires being okay with being bad at something in the beginning.

I also got inspired by Michelangelo’s fresco painting, "The Creation of Adam." The sheer talent and artistry behind it is unfathomable to me. It leaves me in awe. And I want to capture even a fraction of that in my project.

The Year of Exploration & Risk-Taking

That’s what this year is about for me—trying new things, exploring uncharted territory, and breaking the limits I unknowingly set for myself.

One of those things? Painting.

I never thought I’d ever do a traditional painting, let alone an oil painting, especially as part of my final-year project. I’ve always stuck to digital art whenever I had the choice. But this time, I’m diving in headfirst.

So here’s the plan:

I’m going to create a painting of the Seven Deadly Sins and feature it on the ceiling of the courtroom in my animation.

The statues of the sins will be sculpted in 3D based on how they appear in the painting, adding a sense of depth and history to my world.

This will make the courtroom feel ancient, like it didn’t just appear one day—but was built upon centuries of judgment and storytelling.

There’s a power in traditional art that digital alone can’t fully replicate. By incorporating this painting, I’m giving my world a soul—something tangible, something that speaks through centuries of artistic expression.

Crushing Limits, Taking Risks

This is about challenging myself in ways I never thought I would. So that when I look back at this project, no matter the outcome, I’ll know I gave it my all.

Here’s to risk-taking and limit-crushing.

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criminal-sen · 5 months ago

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this is just a random.. thing.. for someone that I can't copypaste into their chat so plz disregard

Intro

What should I call you? Is Sen good? (just checking) (also what pronouns should I ideally be using if any? This is gonna be in French so depending on what it is I can find as close an equivalent as I can) (In my head I've been saying he/him but when I check your Tumblr profile it actually didn't say anything, so)

Sen is good! I'd rather keep my full name private:p And he/him is fine, as I mentioned

If you have a picture of you, whether that be a drawing or a photo or just your pfp, which you would be okay for me to use as a visual reference of sorts when presenting you? (pick whatever you think is most appropriate/comfortable with and link me to it or send it or smth. Or say if you'd rather I not use anything at all)

Are there any works that you are particularly proud of or consider representative of your art style or something like that that you recommend? (I'm going to have to show some anyway to illustrate what I'm saying, so might as well pick out some good ones. If you have a bit of background or remarks to make about them that's also very welcome) (Just. Probably avoid any nsfw. For this-is-a-school-presentation reasons 😬)

Feel free to use any comments I included in the posts I shared. Most of them don't say much, but I believe I wrote some decent remarks on the Pernida art, the 'Heart of Gold' one, and maybe on that super-detailed bic pen redraw of a VERY old art - which you can share too, btw. Cuz I mention a few times below that my major goal is to improve my skills. So a 'before' pic might be fun

General context

I know you draw fanart, but do you only draw fanart or are there other things? And regarding fanart, are there fandoms other than Bleach you draw for? (And why those) Do you stick to few characters or does it rotate? (+ anything else along those lines that may be relevant in explaining what you draw) If you only draw fanart, any particular thing that draws you to it?

Fanart is definitely 99% of what I draw. I try to do other stuff, but I really have to force myself to do it. Frankly, I'm not inspired by anything other than whatever fandom I'm currently obsessing over. This makes me sounds like a downer, but real life - especially, and perhaps specifically, life as a transgender person in the USA - is stressful and depressing. And I make art to escape those feelings. I've made art for various fandoms over the years, but not many. Final Fantasy 7 lasted me from my teens well into my mid 20's, then it was Naruto for the next decade, then finally Bleach. As for Bleach itself, there's really just one character I draw a lot, as you'll see (or already saw?) when it's shown. I'm always drawn to villains, like it's been a constant since I was a little kid. I especially like the mad scientist archetype, which is definitely why Mayuri Kurotsuchi became the center of my obsessions however many years ago. Although the way he looks was… um… quite a bit of a barrier at first. He is hard to draw:/ but practice helps. Maybe part of the reason I've kept at it is because I like the challenge.

Do you only draw digitally (+ if not, what other mediums do you use, + do you make other types of art besides drawing?)

No, digital art just happens to be the easiest. I can't tell you how many times I've messed up a traditional art in recent years, and found myself thinking 'oh just press ctrl plus z! (undo).' Other than digital, I do a lot of pencil sketching, pen and ink, and pen/marker. I also paint, knit, sew, and am learning how to silk screen.

How and when did you get into art? Did your relationship to art change over time?

I've been making art for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately, I was labeled as a 'gifted kid' in school, especially in regards to art, and it caused me to become complacent with my skill level in my adulthood. I didn't draw enough to improve - like I was still drawing at my high school level in my 30's - and was just… super frustrated and mad at myself. But I got sober in 2019, and that had been my biggest barrier from improving. In the years since, I've been making as much art as possible, trying to make up for lost time, and I think I've improved a lot! There will always be artists whose skill feels high above your own - I've heard that never changes, no matter how good you get - so I do my best to be happy with my progress. Jealousy is the mind-killer sdfkjsdflk (altered Dune quote, you don't have to put that in)

Is your irl job related to art or not? Why/why not, if there's a reason

Nope, I've been in culinary all my life - was a chef for many years and now I'm a baker. There are certainly artistic elements to both professions, but it definitely isn't at the forefront of the work (unless you're a decorative baker or something, which I'm not.) I used to wish I could do art as my job, but I've changed my mind in recent years. I've had a taste of monetizing my art with commissions, and found that I'm really not a self-motivated person once money gets involved. Commissions are fine, especially because I don't rely on the money, but I get really panicked at the mere prospect of making my art into a product I can sell. It would definitely defeat my purpose in doing it, which is to relieve stress and have fun.

Process

Any particular inspirations visual style-wise, if you're able to pinpoint them?

Oh boy, I've had a ton of inspirations over the years. Most of them are mangaka. Otomo Katsuhiro is probably the biggest one, as his skill is just unfathomable to me. Akira is an incredible work of art - it's been my favorite movie since I initially saw it as a VERY frightened yet enthralled 12 year old, and the manga is mind boggling in its length and detail. Fun fact: Otomo Katsuhiro's biggest inspiration is Mobius - who, if I'm remembering right, is (or was) a French artist. Other inspirations of mine include Junji Ito, Tite Kubo (of course haha), and Kentaro Miura.

What would you say stands out most about your visual style?

Pen and ink has been my longest-standing medium, and the one I have the most confidence in, and I've always tried to emulate somewhat of a manga style to my art. So I usually put in a fair bit of detailed line work, which hopefully makes it stand out. The way I draw characters has settled into something of a consistent style as well - though I'm definitely still learning and altering as I go. I think my obsessive eye for detail is probably a stand-out feature as well, though I really wish I could loosen up a bit sometimes.

Any patterns in the themes you explore?

I've always been drawn to dark themes. Body horror is a big favorite of mine, and I really aspire to draw something truly unsettling one of these days. Being transgender is a big factor in this - or maybe I'm just morbid? A combination? Who knows. Horror isn't all I draw, of course - I like making art that is sexy and pretty to look at, too. But horror is the most interesting to me.

Do you start out with an idea and draw it, or do you let the pen guide you? How much of a drawing do you generally plan in advance?

Most of my big art pieces were planned, and probably went through some rough concept drafts beforehand. Sometimes I get lucky, though, and a random sketch turns into something finished. I have a lot of character arts - just a pose with little to no background - that start that way.

What are the usual steps when you create something?

I always start with a sketch. For digital art, the sketch is usually digital too, though I sometimes take a photo of a pencil or pen sketch and start from there. Linework generally comes next, then the real challenge for me is the coloring, shading etc. I never went to art school - I'm self-taught, using an old version of Paint Tool Sai that's probably quite basic compared to other programs. And my methods have changed wildly over the years as I've learned new tricks and shortcuts. Like the reason I said linework 'generally' comes next is because I've strayed from that a few times recently. The only consistency in my digital art is sooooo many layers lmao

What drives you to create?

Making art is literally my raison d'etre, which sounds overly serious, but it's true. My life's had some serious ups and downs, but I keep going because I want to keep creating and improving. Being primarily a fandom artist - and of a character who's extremely unpopular - means that my art has a very small audience, but that doesn't particularly matter to me. I just want a few people to see it and enjoy it, and I want to keep doing that for as long as I can! I think there doesn't have to be a good reason to keep going… there doesn't always need to even be a reason. But art is my reason, and as long as I can hold a pen, I'll keep making it.

*it'd be good (typo?)

Side note - don't feel compelled to include my lols and lmaos and sdkjfhkjh etc. I know you already said you'll be translating, and won't be doing it verbatim, just figured i'd mention. I was trying to do it somewhat quickly, so my overly-online habits are showing

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mafufuu · 1 year ago

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hihi arte! 3, 17, 19, & 24 for the artist ask game?

hihihi ruya webe been on a call which is silly but i hope youre doing well rn !!

3. your favorite piece(s)?

as of now, my most favorite piece, off the top my head, is the greyscale thing i drew of lucia from tmk. i was messing around with brushes i had saved but never really used and the textures came out nice. i like the work i did on that canvas in general, i felt i got a good hold on her character. i tend to be happy with full body colored stuff i do of characters as of recent. most things i crank up the warmness on for a character and then slap a square bg on i tend to be more than satisfied with. same goes with playing around with brushes. fuuta trash and trash was a fun dabble in trying to recreate another style, and la maine de gloire i like for similar reasons. i hold a fondness for my deep cover william wisp redraw and we outta lightbulbs though that may just stem from a lot of attention on a pice that took a lot of effort

17. what is something youre confident about in your art?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh i suppose my color choices and stylization. i like toning up the warmness + saturation and lowering the brightness of my art for a cozier feel and i like how it turns out. whenever i do contrast checks (literally just turning a piece to black and white to see if my values are good) the results are pretty good. i think most of the reason why im confident in my stylization is i just kinda like how it looks. some amount of the time i just do doodles that are just linework so i feel like ive gotten comfortable in how i translate things and i also tend to work from references. also ive been told my art style is quite unique and i feel that is the root of it

19. where do you find inspiration?

inspiration! this one is fun! at least for some amount of how i do(/did) eyes and how i color i draw from lavendertowne! her art is very cozy and nice looking, its cartoony but you can see anime influences in it. i think that's probably my main one. i also look up to drawing wiff waffles, she was the first artist i ever really became a fan of! whenever i do pick up alcohol markers (not much nowadays) i make sure to use a colored pencil for sketching. she's prolly also the reason i make sure to carry a kneaded eraser for traditional art. i like watching scott christian sava's videos. being an older artist with more life experience makes him sorta feel like the most mentor-y to me. also he's very nice and some amount active here. yunayuispink is who i mainly use for tutorials. their art style is simple but that is not to say its bad! the colors are nice and the linework is nice. i also like marikyuun's art. her use of linewidth and colored lines makes her work very merchandise-esque as she says. i own a couple studio ghibli art books that i should probably be busting out more for references. their films are very pretty. i also like to take bits and bobs from my moots' art styles that i think are cool. for instance, i think the main reason i tend to gravitate toward thin messy lineart is @/not scorb on here. though i think mine tends to lean messier (or maybe moreso them doing it gave me the confidence to post art like that.) i also take influences from other anime/manga, vaguely, often to the point where i just kinda forget the names. there's probably more but this list is very long already so ill stop

24. whats a compliment about your art that has always stuck with you?

hm. im not really sure. it might be from my bad memory in all honesty but i feel like most of the compliments ive gotten recently just tend to be a "great work!" which i dont mind or take for granted but its not really that descriptive, yknow? actually i remembered one. one time i drew different characters from a thing in chairs i thought suited them (lore rise) sitting based upon their character and i remember someone told me i was talented from the way i portrayed my personalities from how they sit. it really stuck for some reason, i dont know why actually. also being told my art is unique when i was asking my sib to describe my art style bcuz i didnt really know how. it just felt nice to know it was really something that felt like mine !

thank you for the ask !! have a nice rest of your whatever

#arte answers #arte sceams into the void

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ruinaimagines · 2 years ago

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Welcome back!! Fellow spoonie here, and I Know how it feels to lose steam due to chronic pain and fatigue (*gestures to the multiple art projects that have been left as works-in-progress for months thanks to unforgiving joint pain*). I'm slowly getting my energy back and I hope you feel better too!

For a warm-up, how about some headcanons for Punishing Bird befriending an employee? It's so friend-shaped when it's not trying to eat your agents and the thought of someone having a tiny murder tit sleeping on their shoulder as they work is too funny and adorable

Hello once more! Eheh a bit delayed but here it is at last. Limbus Company’s release has really injected me with inspiration so I’m hoping to release this alongside multiple others. Thank you for the well wishes and understanding cause man, medical problems are wacky, and hope you’re doing just as well!

Punishing Bird Befriending an Employee Headcanons:

Okay so befriending this bird is a wild experience. Perhaps it has taken a very special liking to you- whether a new or old employee it sees a sense of justice within you leading to it to act the way it does.

Often whenever it breaches and ventures throughout the facility it doesn’t really take breaks outside of being a nuisance and smacking its small beak against someone’s cranium.

No one really does anything or interacts with the bird, everyone’s too freaked out about it snapping open its jaws and eating them. A reasonable fear, but a passed up opportunity you seized.

It’s a bird.. So why not bring some bird seed? Sure it’s not really the most traditional version of the animal but hey.. It’s worth a try.

I think Punishing Bird would see it as a sort of offering of gratitude for the hard work it does (pecking people). This is something that stirs its affinity towards you. Most people duck and take cover, or just keep speeding up so it can eventually land on something else to harass. But an offering? Well..

The thing is so adorable picking at the seeds tossed on the ground in the hallway. As deadly as it is, it's just so cute.

That said the first time it lands on your shoulder? It’s horrifying. Now yes you’ve been having good experiences with the abnormality but no one really knows or has an idea of what is deemed as ‘aggressive behavior’. That’s why no one does anything.

It’s just hanging out there… like you’re a perch? Well given the new scenario you’re likely to be as still as one. But.. there is work to get to and your reports aren’t going to look great if you sit around doing nothing.

So I imagine you’d give a try at moving and.. Would you look at that you’re not immediately dead! Sure it’s going to take some testing on just what this little bird will permit you to do in its presence but progress is being made.

Generally befriending this abnormality would be super beneficial to you. Asides from it just being great emotional support when it nests on your head and cuddles up in its own feathers, it also encourages things not to mess with you whether that’s people or other abnos.

Something trying to hurt you? What a fool. Its beak snaps open and devours whatever it is whole. If your uniform isn’t already a mess from the work day than it is now, that’s the price to pay for protection.

Sadly you would not be able to bring it into the other containment rooms due to protocol. Management doesn’t want to run the risk of unintentionally finding a deadly combo of abnormalities.. And depending on the behavior of what you’re working with, Punishing Bird might try to pick a fight.

This little bird has a voracious appetite. It will flutter on by, sit on your shoulder and try to snag a bite of whatever you’re eating for lunch. Whether you want to or not you will be sharing your meal.

Being in the same room every day can be sort of boring and believe it or not Punishing Bird in a lot of aspects is just a regular bird. It needs just as much enrichment. Am I saying that you should bring little knick knacks and toys for it to play with? Yes.

It doesn’t really peck at you much anymore, that said it still will bite and try to pull at your hair every once in a while like it's gathering some kind of material. It hurts a little bit but it's the same as a dog or cat play-biting.

Don’t underestimate this bird’s grip. It has talons of steel and will absolutely lock down on whatever it is standing on and will not let go. It’s also pretty hard to stir awake from its sleep, so even if you’re running for your life you can rest assured knowing that it won’t fall face first on the floor.

Brings little trinkets back to you, most of which it’s stolen off of the other employees. Sometimes it makes for interesting interactions when your colleague notices you have their missing charm…

It doesn’t make much sound aside from the small beating of its wings which causes it to unintentionally be very sneaky when it isn’t midair. You might not even realize it until you feel a small pressure and realize that you are now no longer alone.

With how light it is sometimes you only realize when you start getting stared down by the other employees. Some of them are used to it, while the others are pretty concerned. You get treated with far more respect under the watching eyes of the Punishing Bird.

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kickingitwithkirk · 2 years ago

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Greetings from Austin

Summary: Jensen and Jared are at odds over a monumental decision that changes their lives in a way they couldn’t have envisioned.

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Alpha!Jared Padalecki x Omega!OFC

Word Count: 2161

Warnings: a/b/o, J2 are married/mated, homophobia, bisexuality, biphobia, outdated beliefs, angst, cursing, jealousy, depression/anxiety, medical stuff, sexual dysfunction, infertility, IVF, surrogacy, subgender inequality

*additional warnings to be added in future parts.

Square filled: Non-traditional Alpha Traits @spnabobingo Maid Au @spnaubingo

A/N: Here we go again with one my weird as hell dreams, series Inspired by this art.

A/N II: There is no intentional hate or malevolence intended towards any of the Ackles or Padalecki families. This is a purely fictional piece containing real and created persons/names/events set in the fictional A/B/O verse. Some dates/events altered to fit story.

A/N III: thank you to everyone for hanging in there since it’s taken me ages to drop a new character, I’ve been doing rewrites/updating on all my series, more to come in future.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @writeyourmindaway

*images found online

Part IV

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“DON'T YA’ BE YELLING AT ME, MR. MAN, EVEN IF THIS IS YOUR FUCKING HOUSE…”

“I gotta go,” tossing his phone on the bedside table, Jared, wearing his blessed socks, runs across the main room and slides on the hardwood floor into the kitchen and saw his husband standing three feet from Quinn as she’s vigorously gesturing with a paring knife while telling him off in her colorful language.

“Put the knife down!” The older Alpha’s voice resonates through the room, making Jared flinch, feeling the command’s power, watching Quinn set it on the counter and Jensen reach over, sliding it towards him.

She stood a bit longer before blinking in confusion, and then her demeanor shifted to madder than a wet hen, her natural lower voice dropped another octave, and the lilt became very pronounced. “Don’t ya’ ever use that fucking voice on me again!”

“You were threatening me with a knife!” Jensen picks up the item, making her laugh, “Holy fucking shit, are ya’ serious? Ya’ could barely use it for a toothpick, let alone...”

Jared stood there, mouth hanging open, have’n seen others take on his mate, wrongfully assuming he’d be the easier of the two to intimidate, but when let off its leash, Jensen's wolf made Dean Winchester look like a pussy cat.

“JARED!”

The younger Alpha's mouth snapped shut, “sorry, what?”

“I asked you what the surrogate is doing here?”

“The surrogate has a name.”

“What is Quinn doing here?”

“So..uh..okay,” Jared slowly starts around the island doing his sometimes awkward, hesitant thing. “A few days ago, I got a call from this number I didn’t recognize. It was about the ultrasound appointment scheduled while you were in LA.”

He paused to see if Jensen remembered, and yep, his mate was wearing his get to the fucking point expression.

“They informed me she’d canceled it because she was leaving town.”

Jensen's attention returned to the O, ”Don’t fucking start on me again, Ackles!”

“You know who I am?”

“Duh, Sherlock!”

Jensen would later try to justify it was jet lag and surprise finding their surrogate in their home, not her smart-ass mouth, for snarling at her.

“Och, save it for the cameras, drama queen. Ya’ put pants on just like the rest of us; the only difference is yours have designer labels.”

Jared interrupted the speeding downhill faster than an Olympic bobsledder situation, “I remembered her saying something about managing Mulroney’s Bookstore, so I called Clif to see if he’d get her to contact me and calls back saying some Alpha...”

“...who’s a flaming jackass!”

“Yeah, that’s what Clif called him. Anyways, he claimed to be the manager and had no idea where she was when another employee said they knew where she was living...”

“... that’s when ya’ boy shows up..”

“…I explained about the mixup...”

“…Padalecki followed me to my room to get the new date, then he caused a scene...”

“...I couldn’t help my wolf freaking out at where my..our pups were living...”

“…told ya’ it was there or the I-35 underpass!”

Jared bristled at the reminder, “The door had three locks, a barely functional heater, and a broken fridge. Cockroaches wouldn’t even live there!”

Quinn raises onto the balls of her feet and loudly reminds him about putting her in the shitter with the manager and getting fired when Jared shouts back in his booming voice, “there was a guy by the ice machine offering to sell me heroin!!”

“ENOUGH!” Jensen's Alpha voice echoes throughout the kitchen, quieting them both.

“She’s right,” Jared opened his mouth to retort, but Jensen countered with, “And so are you. Quinn, couldn’t your family help,” the Alphas wrinkled their noses at her souring scent, so he attempted another approach.

“I want to clear something up. I recall one of the stipulations for surrogates is that they reside in an appropriate domicile. Why were you living in a motel? Could you tell us what happened?”

“The flaming jackass tipped off the landlord I’m an O, and that fucker evicted me even though I never caused any problem or was late with rent.”

“There is a moratorium on evictions..”

“..that moratorium is a fucking joke!”

“What a minute,” Jensen said, and at the same time, Jared remarked, “It protects people...”

“Newsflash, Mr. Wizard, was created by and for the protection of Alphas and Betas! Take a hot minute to read the fine print, and you’ll find loopholes granting landlords, to quote, discretionary privileges pertaining to the eviction of those designated with the sub-gender Omega. In other words, they can boot O’s for any damn reason!” She gave the Alphas a hard stare, “So, enlighten me as to why y’all didn’t know a fucking thing about that bit?”

The kitchen got quiet as the Alphas glanced at each other, trying to find a non-assholey-sounding response. “Yeah, that’s what I thought; since it’s well known you two prefer Betas.” Quinn addressed the older Alpha.

“Padalecki and I have an arrangement. I keep the house and do meals in exchange for temporary boarding. No need to fret that pretty head of yours, Ackles; I’ll do me damnedest to stay outta the way."

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December 23rd Late Afternoon

Quinn heard Jensen’s surprised greeting covering the stewpot of goulash, slid it into the oven to stay warm, and peeked around the wall and saw him in the foyer hugging a small, older O, then a tall, bald Alpha carrying several bags crossed over to them.

“Let me help you with those, sir,” she offered, taking them couldn’t help but overhear his not-subtle sniff, “Jensen, who’s this?”

“Umm,” Jensen scratched the back of his neck, fumbling for a response, “this is the housekeeper, Quinn.” His mother-in-law peered inquisitively at the tall Omega before asking, “What happened to your boys' service?”

“I worked for it.”

Gerald Padalecki dubiously eyed the O up and down as she continued. “They pared down the staff, and Jared offered to retain me in exchange for lodging...”

“You live with them?” Gerald barked, “Jensen, that’s unwise considering...”

“Considering what Gerry,” his mate sharply asks, “the boys wouldn’t let someone stay they couldn’t trust.”

“I normally wouldn’t question their judgment, but she's an unmated O.”

“Whoa,’ Jensen jumped in, “are you suggesting that Jared or I...”

“Mama..daddy..what’re y’all doing here?” Jared couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice, wrapping his long arms around his mother, “thought you were coming tomorrow.”

“We decided to surprise you but got it instead.” Gerald’s gruff reply made Jared throw his husband a confused look, catching a whiff of his dad and Jensen, “What’s going on?”

“I bet y’all would like to freshen up after your trip.” Quinn blurted out, “Jensen, would you help me with their luggage, please.”

Taking the car keys, he follows her out the door, remarking, “you think fast, coming up with that story.”

“Ya’ were about to lose ya' shit on your father-in-law, and I didn’t precisely fib, just moved a few facts around,” Quinn shoots back, grabbing a bag while Jensen, fuming, retrieves the other, following her to the guest house.

How could the Alpha he considered his father even think, after everything they’d been through, found his dark thoughts distracted by two simultaneous acts; a deflating blow-up bed and his bewildered husband storming in shouting, “What the fuck was that?”

Jensen ticked his head towards the O and made the finger-in-hole gesture.

“I’ve gotten that shit since I presented,” the pair look towards Quinn with confused expressions. “Loads of Alphas still carry antiquated beliefs about unmated O’s, and I’m…pick an adjective to fill in the blank.”

“So much for a peaceful holiday,” Jensen grumbled.

“Yeah, too bad ya’ boy stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, right?” Quinn's tone was caustic. “I don’t want to be a bone of contention with ya' family. I’ll figure somewhere else to stay.”

Jared’s wolf simmers under his skin, “How? You have $636.96 in your account. That won’t cover a security deposit, let alone fir..”

“How the fuck ya’ know what’s in my account?!”

“Your laptop was open...”

“...and ya’ snooped...”

“...I happened to see it...”

“...still not your fucking problem...”

“...you’re carrying my..our pups, that makes it my fucking..”

“...ya’ are the most unfucking...”

“I’m tired of y’alls motherfucking bitching, so shut the fuck up!!”

Jensen wrinkles his nose, “Dude, dial it down; you’re stinking up the joint! And Quinn, Jared screwed up...”

“I never asked...”

“...doesn’t matter! He's trying to make amends, for fuck sake!” Jensen felt the vein in his left temple throbbing again.

“There will be many people dropping in or staying with us this fucking week, and this is how we’re all going to handle our situation.”

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January 15th

“Humph,” Jensen jerked awake, slapping a hand around, and found his phone before cracking an eye open.

7:18 A.M.

Groaning, he dropped face-first into his pillow and wrestled his mates over his head to muffle the noise, but the pearls of his pup's laughter signaled he wouldn’t sleep much longer.

His fuzzy brain's insistence that coffee was more imperative than a shower has Jensen sleepily shuffling around the oversized couches, once again grateful they’d decided to move their bedroom to the main floor, spots the group in the kitchen muttered too damn early.

“That’s a bad word, Daddy,” JJ says, her frown a replica of his, “you owe the swear jar.”

“Your right, Birdie, sorry,” dropping a kiss on top of her and the twins' heads, stepping around them, pouring himself a mug, “remind me to pay it later.”

Hopping up on the counter, Jensen sips his coffee, savoring the black elixir rolling over his taste buds; he feels the caffeine penetrate his system, working its magic to turn his morning grumpyass into a civilized human watching his brood.

JJ and Arrow are busily festooning Quinn’s long, wonky braided hair with ribbons. Zeppelin and Icarus are sitting on the O’s lap, watching something on his iPad that's precariously balanced against her feet; felt his wolf purr in contentment, starting him when his mate materializes and gives him an odd look.

“Alright, y’all,” hopping off the counter, Jensen scoops up his son and flies him around, making airplane sounds, “Uncle Jeff and Aunt H/W/N will be here soon. What do all of you need to do before going?”

“Brush teeth and hair,” Arrow says, then looks at JJ, “grab our snacks from the fridge,” she reminds her, “and put them into our backpacks.”

“And do bath break!” Zep giggles as Jensen hands the pup to his mate and quietly says, “I wanna discuss something with Quinn.”

Jared reaches through their bond and finds a placidity in Jensen he hasn’t had for so long, but before he can deduce the causation, he gets distracted by the twins' squeals and escorts the pups upstairs.

Quinn eyes the older Alpha while securing a hair tie around her long braids, “what the fuck I do this time, Ackles?”

“Jared mentioned something about your leaving..”

“...I know ya' expected me gone before now...”

“...ya’ know what I expect?” Jensen snaps, mimicking her subtle accent, “I expect you to stop interrupting and let me get something out for fucking once! Now, could we please discuss this without fighting?”

Sitting at the dining room table, she says nothing, watching Jensen refill his coffee, grab another mug, and drops in a spoon of honey before pouring the brewed tea from the kettle, “Ya’ know how I take me tea?”

“I’m not a completely unobservant asshole,” Jensen self-deprecates, “you make a damn good cup of coffee,” he said, carrying both mugs over. “And I’m astonished how you balance everything, working at Emmer and Rye while keeping up with our hectic schedules. And what did you do to Jared?” Quinn looked confused, “you got him to put his wet clothes in the laundry instead of leaving them all over the bath. You’re either a witch or a goddamn miracle worker!”

“I gave him two options. Leave’um in the laundry or find itching powder in his clothing.”

“He’d just borrow my stuff...”

“...he did, once.”

“So, you?

“Clif said ya’ boy spent the day denying it was jock itch.”

Jensen was still laughing when the quartet came back downstairs, so Quinn placed both forearms on the table, leaning forward, and spoke softly, “okay, Ackles, the fucks going on with this little tête-à-tête? Cause ya’ been freaked the fuck out the entire time, so,” nodding to her mug, “What’s with the buttering up?”

“It’s about not leaving...”

“Quinns not gonna leave?” Jensen whipped around to find Arrow bouncing excitedly beside him, then she suddenly raced towards the front door, yelling, “Papa Jared, Daddy’s got Quinn to stay with us!”

Jared stood there scrutinizing the seated duo with an indecipherable expression.

“Looks like ya’ the one dropping me in the shitter this time, Ackles.”

tbc

Part V

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @b3autyfuldisast3r @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67 @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2 @akshi8278 @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl @siospins2

GFA: @babypink224221 @waywardjoy @let-me-luve-you @all-4-wincest @ladysparkles78

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devildomimagines · 3 years ago

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“I’m not ____ enough” Side Characters

When I had written the first part of this with the Demon Brothers, someone had requested the Side Characters. I finally got around to it. I hope you enjoy it!

Luke

“I’m not hard-working enough.”

You could tell the statement threw him for a loop the way his eyes grew large and he stopped flipping through his book. “What do you mean MC?”

“Sorry, nothing really. Just seeing you working so hard on your studies, while still making time to practice baking for Michael and still making time for me, you’re putting in so much more work than I am.”

“I don’t think of it like that, hanging out with you isn’t work?” He closed his book completely.

“Well, you’re inspiring Luke! You trying your best, makes me want to try my best. You’re so lucky that you have more time in your life to get better at the things you want so I’ll just have to double down and really put in some work to catch up.”

“MC,” He took your hands in his and with a stern face he scolded, “Simeon always says, life is not a race. We aren’t competing for who will be the most competent. Life is about… it’s about…” his face contorted, not sure of the word to use. You were two different beings, him an angel, you a human, he struggled to find a meaning for life that equalized both.

“It’s ok, I get it.”

“No,” Luke contemplated it for another second, “I’ve got it! Life is about meaning!”

You nodded, “That’s true.”

“So you don’t have to work hard, because just being alive has meaning!” He grinned, “The time we spend together is meaningful to me, that’s why it isn’t work.”

“Oh Luke,” You gathered him up in a hug. He really is such a sweet angel.

Solomon

“I’m not exciting enough.”

“Exciting, huh?” Solomon repeated with a smirk, looking up from his spell notes.

“Yeah, like you! You’re always doing something new or innovative with magic,” You flopped down onto the sofa with a grunt. “You make magic look so easy.”

“I don’t know, MC, you’ve done plenty of interesting things.”

“I guess, but mostly by proxy.”

“Well, what’s something ‘exciting’ that you want to do?” Solomon started packing up his materials.

You hadn’t looked at him yet, “ I don’t know, like the Polar Bear Plunge for example.”

“Let’s go!”

“What?! Right now?!”

“Why not?” Solomon laughed as you collected your things to catch up to him in the doorway.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course, if there’s something you want to do, you should do it. That is what is exciting to me. You can always go with the flow but you can make your own flow too. You should remember that, it will come in handy with your magic apprenticeship."

Simeon

“I’m not creative enough.”

"Oh!?" You had surprised him. He had been focused on writing and your statement brought him out of his thoughts. "Can I ask why you think so?"

"Just watching you work on your next manuscript made me think that I'm nothing like you. You're brilliant!"

Simeon's face heated a bit at your praise and a little with embarrassment, he scratched his neck and clarified "Actually I wasn't working on a manuscript just now."

"Oh," now you were surprised, "Then what was it that you were so focused on?"

"Well Luke's birthday is coming up soon, I figured I should write down some ideas to celebrate with everyone."

"That's right! We should do something with animals, Luke really enjoyed seeing them at the carnival last time."

"I forgot about that! Thanks, MC!" He wrote down a quick note, "You know there's more than one way to be creative."

You tilted your head not quite following.

"Creativity doesn't have to be something in the traditional arts. You can be creative at problem-solving or business or social connections."

"I guess so," you conceded not 100% convinced.

"I'm sure that Mammon picks your brain for his schemes, Levi comes to you for advice on tough levels in his games, and Lucifer depends on you to wrangle his brothers to name a few creative ventures you've done just this past week. They went to you for a new idea because they knew their typical line of thinking wouldn't work."

"I can't deny that," you snickered, "Thanks Simeon, it's reassuring to hear that from you. Maybe you're creative with compliments too."

Barbatos

“I’m not independent enough.”

"Hm," Barbatos hummed as he poured you both tea. He knew you well enough to know you would explain your thoughts if he gave you the space.

"I know logically why I need someone with me while out in the Devildom. The residents have made great strides in the direction that Lord Diavolo wants but there are still some stragglers that might..." You didn't want to finish the thought of what the demons would do to you.

"Of course, it is only for your protection," Barbatos confirmed as he took the seat across from you.

"And I totally get that," You poked at your sweet treat, "but it sometimes feels like I'm the one that can't be trusted... I've gotten better at magic, I can protect myself and now I can summon any of my pact mates..." you pouted as you sipped your tea.

The demon across from you watched as your pout shifted to a frown then resignation. He knew that the tea tasted too good to keep pouting and it had melted your worries.

"Sorry for the vent, thanks for listening. Your tea is as wonderful as ever." You smiled at him.

"Thank you, MC." Barbatos nodded. After a beat, he added, "Would you want to try going out this weekend on your own?"

Your eyes twinkled as you nodded tentatively, "I would but I don't think anyone would let me."

"I believe I can make it happen," he scratched his chin in thought.

"Really? I would owe you a huge favor, so please if you can," you practically begged.

"Consider it done," Barbatos smiled into his tea. There was no need to tell you that he would be trailing behind you on his day off and telling the others that you would be with him if they questioned your whereabouts. He knew what it was like to feel like a caged bird, he'd let you out of the cage if even for a day.

Diavolo

“I’m not dignified enough.”

Diavolo looked at you and asked, "Dignified? I think you have plenty of dignity."

"I guess... but you have a totally different air of dignity. Maybe it comes with how you were raised in a royal house."

He tried not to show it but some dark thoughts came to mind of what the royal house was like in his childhood. Sure he was well-fed and given every material object he wanted but the house was cold, and the members were distant.

"Dia?"

His name on your tongue brought him back to the present, "Sorry for losing myself, I was trying to remember if there was a time I myself had wanted to be more dignified." No, there wasn't. More than anything he had wanted the warmth of someone, family, friend or lover, beside him.

"It probably comes to you naturally," you smiled, "Could you teach me? I want to be worthy to stand next to you."

Diavolo's heart swelled with so much love for you, "You're already more than worthy to be by my side," He pulled you into a warm embrace. He would trade all the dignity in the castle to stay next to you.

"But there are some that don't think I'm good enough for the demon royalty. I want to prove them wrong and support you."

"Ok," how could he say no to your earnest thoughts, "then we can do little things like review manners, etiquette, and formalities specific for demons. That should make you blend in more. Though, fundamentally you don't need to change MC. You're perfect just as you are."

#obey me #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #my writing #obey me imagines

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northern-passage · 3 years ago

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Hi there! Idk if you've ever answered this but I just wanna know how you got into drawing, and how you found your art style! Your art is really beautiful and I tried to get into drawing, but whenever I sit down with pen and paper I just... stare and don't even know how and where to begin. Do you have a way to motivate yourself or do you just start without thinking about it?:0

hi :-) i've been drawing for a really long time, since i was a kid, though i did stop for quite a few years and only picked it back up again in 2019/2020.

i'm actually pretty insecure about my style hahaha i feel like it's really inconsistent and it never really looks how i want it... so thank you for saying that 💗 i also don't really draw that often, i typically draw in sprints where i'll suddenly draw a bunch in one week and then not touch my tablet again for 6 months lmfao so that doesn't help with my inconsistency.

something that helped me a lot was a period in 2019 where i didn't have my tablet and ended up drawing a lot of traditional stuff (literally just pencil and paper) that was just for me in a little journal. drawing from life - just random stuff, furniture, landscapes, bottles, people, etc - improved my art quite a bit, at least in my opinion. and since it was just for me i didn't feel pressured to make it perfect so it made me try more challenging pieces and if it didn't work out it wasn't a big deal.

usually i just get an idea out of the blue... lately i've been working on specific scenes with both Noel and Merry so that's what made me want to draw them. when i figure out what i want to draw i start hunting for references - i Always draw with a reference. adorkastock is my go-to especially with all the weapon references they have, since i tend to be drawing my fantasy characters. i actually used two different adorkastock images to come up with the sitting pose for Merry.

as for my style specifically i try to find a little spot between realistic and stylized - for a while i tried to emulate a more "animated" art style which is simplistic and distinct, but now i've started to move back into a more realistic/illustrative look. i also just... stopped trying to make myself do stuff i don't like - i hate doing lineart, so i don't really do it anymore! i like how my sketches look more so now my style is a bit rough and sketchy.

and there are a lot of artists i definitely take inspiration from, i follow quite a few here and i always like seeing how other people draw this or that - there are a lot of really good artists in the IF community. one of my favorite artists on tumblr is clickbaitcowboy, who also has a few tips and tutorials on his blog (i aspire to this one day figuring out how to draw body hair...) i also really like gacpars who makes really beautiful watercolor illustrations, and my friend dani crimsiswrites has a really nice style i admire, too.

if you struggle coming up with general ideas i definitely suggest checking out other artists (for me seeing other people's art is a direct inspiration), or even just scrolling through various references like on pinterest could give you some ideas!

#the last two times i've drawn now has been because someone else showed me some of their art lmfao #dani and laura if u read this mwah #ask #anonymous

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years ago

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an artist’s eye // Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: Benedict Bridgerton was an artist, even if his inspiration had no idea of what he feels.

A/N: I promise to slow down with the fics! I go back to work in a couple of days anyway so I’ll definitely slow down. I hope you all like! It’s shorter than my last few fics so I’m sorry for that!! My taglist is open so if you’d like to be on it, let me know and I am considering opening my requests for Bridgerton fics... considering.

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of food and drink, pining, mutual pining, sketching, art, drawing (I am not an artist, I cannot draw a stick man so I apologise in advance), kissing.

Word count: 1.8k

The graphite point sits heavy in his hand as Benedict struggles to remember the lines he needs. With only his memory to aid him, Benedict struggled more with the portraits he preferred to draw than the landscapes that were growing increasingly popular among the highest of London society.

Sighing, Benedict presses his fingers to his eyes as if it will help jumpstart his memory to bring forward the correct image he needs. He regrets the action as quick as he had done it when he thinks of the mixture of graphite and charcoal coating his fingers.

Rubbing his face with the sleeve of his shirt, he feels a moment of pity for the servants who would no doubt grumble and complain at the state of it. However, as he glances down at the sketch – the arch of his subject’s smile, the depths of their eyes – he cannot bring himself to care too much.

It wouldn’t see the light of day. Once complete, the sketchbook would be tucked away in the drawer in his desk. If it was to fall into the wrong hands, then as much as he is confident of his artistic talent, he would not recover from the fallout. Benedict worries for the day that the look in your eyes changes; once you realise the extent of his feelings for you.

He hadn’t meant to fall in love with you, but he had. There were a lot of things in Benedict’s life that he hadn’t meant to do and has regretted completing such an action once done. However, he cannot find it in himself to feel bad about falling in love with you even when he had not meant to.

As much as he puts on airs and graces, he would not approach you with his feelings. He wasn’t ready though you made his heart sing like no other.

One day, he tells himself as he finally remembers the swoop of your neckline. One day he will tell you as he picks up his graphite point and charcoal once more.

Not yet, however.

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The drawing room remains quiet as Benedict silently adds to his sketch collection. His mother sits across the room, content with a stitching pattern for the arrival of Daphne’s new baby. Eloise lounges on the couch, a book in her hand and a box of chocolates on her stomach, eyes pouring over the pages hungrily.

The only sound in the room is the roughness of his pencil on the paper. It didn’t matter what angle he approached this drawing at, he could not get it to look right. It was going to vex him until he had bested it.

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has arrived,” The Butler announces to which Benedict suddenly sits up straighter, closing his sketchbook, leaving it on the table.

“Wonderful,” Violet Bridgerton smiles, “Show them up, please.”

“I didn’t know (Y/N) was calling today,” Benedict comments lightly as the Butler disappears from the room, trying to sound as if his heart isn’t currently pounding in his chest.

“(Y/N) always calls on a Thursday,” Eloise states, voice puzzled. She shares a look of confusion with her mother when Benedict suddenly stands, announcing to them both, “I shall clean myself up a bit, make myself look presentable for our guest.”

The look of confusion soon turns into one of understanding as both women watch their son and brother dash from the room. As if at the same time, a smile crosses both their faces when they realise that their beloved son and brother has fallen in love and with a dear friend of the family too.

They do not get to discuss the topic, however, for you are shown to the drawing room, greeting both women with a large smile and buoyant conversation.

“Help yourself to tea and biscuits, dear,” Violet invites, gesturing to the tea service now being laid on the table. Your stomach rumbles at the sight of the biscuits, unable to turn down the buttery goodness.

“Thank you,” You reply, taking a seat at the table, reaching for a biscuit and the teapot.

It’s then that you see it. A leatherbound book left on the other side of the table, barely hidden by the cake stand of treats.

Curiosity being your besetting sin, you reach for the leatherbound book on the table and begin to flick through the pages. A sketch of a pair of hands at the beginning; they hold a single flower – a rose, though what colour is impossible to tell since the sketch remains firmly in shades of greys and blacks. Enraptured, you turn the page to find a detailed image of a parasol, still sketched in the same greys and blacks as the previous picture. The artist has captured the lace trimming perfectly. The longer you stare at it, you come to realise that the parasol is being held by someone, but it isn’t clear who.

It isn’t until you reach a sketch of your side portrait that you come to realise that the previous sketches – the hands, the parasol with just a hint of a shadow under it – they’re of you.

They’re all of you. Each stunning sketch is of you.

Your breath quickens in your chest when you see who the sketchbook belongs to; when you spy the initials written on the inside sleeve of the front cover. ‘B.B.’ written in his elegant script – an artist in every aspect of his life. Whilst you had observed that Benedict sometimes appeared with smudges to his fingers and paint stains on the cuffs of his tailored white shirt, you had never seen a sketch or a painting until now. He truly had a gift; a talent worthy of being displayed in Somerset House.

You hadn’t been aware of his feelings for you though, but you would not be the first to admit that you found yourself attracted to the Bridgerton. Taught at a young age, you knew it was not wise to share such feelings with others. Instead, you dampened them down, hiding them away where they grew unattended – they rooted in your heart, making it very difficult to find another love worthy.

Bringing a hand to your mouth, you hide your smile, not wanting to give too much away to ever observant Bridgerton matriarch. You turn page after page, letting yourself fall deeper into your feelings for Benedict now that you find there is hope of them being requited.

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Benedict’s breath leaves his body in one fell swoop when he returns to the drawing room and he realises exactly what you hold in your hand. He hadn’t moved it upon your announcement; he thought he had, but instead, like a fool, he left it sitting there on the table.

A fool. He was a fool. How quick, Benedict thinks to himself, how quick a life can change – mere minutes he had been gone and now he was to have his love for you outed.

You haven’t noticed his presence yet, and for that Benedict is thankful. It gives him time to come up with something – anything – to explain the numerous sketches of you. His mind is running too fast; he cannot come up with a thought good enough to excuse the sketches in his book. His heart continues to pound in his chest; it had not slowed down since your announcement though at this point it reminds him that is, indeed, alive and not suffering from a night terror.

As if finally sensing the extra person in the room, you glance up. Your eyes meeting the deep blue of Benedict’s, and you freeze in your spot. Violet and Eloise glance between the two of you. Violet, not one to usually ignore tradition, hurries her daughter from the room – knowing the conversation that was about to take place.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper at the click of the door shutting. You close the sketchbook, placing it on the table as far away from you as possible to keep your temptation at bay.

“I think I should be the one apologising,” Benedict confesses, taking one more step into the room. He tucks his hands behind his back, ever the picture of grace and elegance as he thinks of how long he has left without before your opinion of him changes forever – artistic talent or not.

“I knew you were an artist; I had seen the smudges on your hands, but I didn’t think…”

“What?”

“I didn’t think you were drawing me.”

“Surely you know?” He asks, voice loud in the quiet room. When you remain silent, he continues, “Surely you know of my feelings for you?”

You shake your head, eyes glancing between the taller Bridgerton and the leatherbound sketchbook lying on the table. “I didn’t know,” You whisper, voice breaking as you take in the distraught look on his face.

“Well,” Benedict murmurs, clearing his throat, “You know of them now.”

“I do,” You murmur,

“I hope I haven’t offended you,” Benedict remarks, “Those sketches were not meant to be seen by anyone else.”

“Only if I haven’t offended you by looking through them.”

Benedict shakes his head, “You could never offend me.”

“Then I am not offended either. I’m quite flattered, you’re very talented.”

“Thank you,” Benedict says graciously, nodding his head slightly.

“You need to know that your feelings are returned, Benedict,” You declare suddenly and plainly, displaying your feelings for all to see.

“They are?” Benedict asks, voice awed as if he didn’t take into account this reaction.

“They are,” You state firmly, meeting his gaze proudly as if you could ever be ashamed of your feelings for the brunette.

Benedict stalks across the room; tradition and etiquette be damned as he reaches for your hand to pull you from your chair. His hands settle on your waist as you tilt your head back to look at him. A silent question reflects in his eyes to which you answer with a nod of your head.

His hands move from your waist to cradle your face as he dips down, pressing his lips to yours. It isn’t hurried; it’s perfect as Benedict takes control of the kiss, groaning softly at the feel of your mouth and your body pressed against him. You smile into the kiss as your arms wrap around Benedict’s neck, pulling him ever closer to you.

Benedict’s mouth brushes against yours as he asks, “Would you like to accompany me to Lady Danbury’s ball next week?”

“As in you would court me?”

Benedict chuckles softly, “Yes. I would like to court you, is that okay?”

“More than okay,” You smile before pressing a kiss to the corner of Benedict’s mouth and stepping away.

Turning back to the sketchbook, you open it to image that had kickstarted your heart into an irregular rhythm. Benedict stands by your side as your eyes pour over his sketch; each line and angle, each section of shading. “You truly have an artist’s eye,” You say quietly, tangling your hands together.

“Thank you,” Benedict whispers, bringing your entwined hands up to his mouth whereupon he lays a gentle kiss to the back of your gloved hand.

“Will you show me more?” You ask, turning to face the man that had turned you into a work of art.

“Darling, I’ll show you them all.”

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writings-of-a-british-fangirl · 5 years ago

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A Lesson In Touch [Din Djarin x Reader]

Title: A Lesson In Touch Summary: You want nothing more to say your feelings for Din out loud, but words don't come to you or Din easy... Maybe you can express your love in another way. Warnings: A little bit of angst and description of injury, but that's about it Request: N/A

A/N: This is the third and final instalment of "a lesson in" series! ((unless i get inspired to write another part)) Let me know if you have any requests for Din in general!!

A/N 2: Here is a list of people that said they wanted to be tagged for this fic! Hope you like it

@elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey @the-fae-child @zoleea-exultant @captainwanderlust78 @ihavemyownissuess

PART 1: A Lesson In Mando’a PART 2: A Lesson In Tradition PART 3: A Lesson In Touch

Din Djarin~A Lesson In Touch

Din hadn't quite mastered the art of subtlety when it came to you. He was very thankful for his beskar, specifically his helmet, otherwise he was sure you would've noticed his outright staring. In no way was he trying to make you feel uncomfortable or offend you, but he just felt mesmerised by you in a way that no other being in the galaxy had. Well, apart from his little green son. But, this... This was something different.

You were something different.

Ever since you had bought that necklace, the way he felt about you had only intensified. It was scaring him in ways he didn't even want to confront. Thoughts of a relationship, of a family with you began to stir within him. It wasn't realistic- definitely just a day dream. Kriff, he hadn't even been in a romantic relationship before: how was he ever going to treat you right? Sure, he'd dabbled in a few flings here and there... Some he was less than proud of. Although he'd never broken his Creed, he had certainly bent the rules a handful of times; in his defence, he was young, and stupid... And, touch starved. In truth: he probably still was.

It had been a long while since anyone had touched him with any other intent than to kill him. He was used to the roughness of touch that came with combat: the way his fists hit another, and he was in turn hit, but your soft lingering touches were enough to distract him for the whole day.

He began to crave them: any excuse to be close to you.

If only the Mandalorian knew that he wasn't being as subtle as he thought. Even with the helmet disguising his eyes, you could feel his vision on you. At first, you felt self conscious under his gaze. You interpreted it as him glaring at you: maybe you had done something wrong with the kid? Or maybe you had offended him, and he just wasn't saying anything? But, slowly, you got better at reading his body language. It was tough at first, as Din revealed very little personal information about himself. Coupled this with the fact he was usually clad head to toe in beskar armour, you made slow progress. However, over time, you began to pick up on little cues. Soft, small hints that he wasn't glaring... He was looking at you: you'd caught him staring.

You were going to confront him about it, initially; maybe even make a light joke of it. You had quickly gone off of that idea. Soon, you decided you liked the Mandalorians eyes on you; you even let yourself believe that he might only have eyes for you.

And soon, just as he craved you, you wanted more than just his eyes on you.

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The universe had a fucking funny way of answering your inner desires. When you said, you had wanted to feel him, feel his skin on your own, when you had said you wanted to feel his touch, this wasn't what you meant. Kriff. This was getting bad. Din was bleeding badly.

What had initially meant to be a pretty simple bounty had turned into a rather difficult one. The location Din was sent initially was inaccurate, and then when he arrived at the actual, correct location, it was a trap. His target had friends, and it soon became an ambush. The Mandalorian was still capable of taking them down, but they put up a pretty good fight, and before knocking out all of them, one had managed to stab Din in his side.

Which lead you to now.

Din was in your arms. He had stumbled into the Razor Crest, clutching his side with one arm and dragging the quarry with the other. You'd almost lost control in that moment, but you knew you had to stay calm for him. You rushed up to him, and quickly aided him in throwing the bounty into carbonite. Then, you made quick work of laying him down on your make shift medical bench, and asking him where the pain was coming from. Your eyes were wide with panic: he could probably tell. You were terrible at hiding emotions when it came to him, and you'd never exactly done this before. Sure, you'd patched yourself up more times than you can count: but someone else? Someone you cared about? Now that was something else entirely.

"Din," you cooed gently, trying not to make his pain worse, "I'm going to need to remove some of your armour. Is that okay? Is... Is that breaking your Creed?"

"I- No," Din huffed out, trying to be kind to you despite his situation.

"Okay, good... Good... I need you to lay as still as you can okay. I'm just going to..."

You don't know why you start narrating what you're doing. Maybe you thought it would put him at ease if he knew what was going on. Maybe it was making things worse.

Gently, you peeled away his armour from his torso, and observed the large cut down his side. You pressed your hand against him, and Din winced in pain. Your hand retracted quickly, and you ran to the first aid kit kept in the Crest. You opened the bag, and began searching around for the bacta patch and disinfectant that you needed. Your heart was beating really quickly, and you could feel Din's pulse getting weaker. His breathing shallowed. You steadied your shaking hands as you brought the disinfectant up to his wound.

"Din," you murmur, "Are you still with me? Din... I'm sorry this is going to hurt."

You saw his head nod slowly, and you began cleaning the wound as carefully as you can. He winced in pain and his hand shot up; he grabbed out to you, and his hand was wrapped around your upper arm before you knew what was happening. Despite the situation, his touch (even through his glove) surprised you. Your heart rate began to increase, and your face felt hot.

"I'm nearly done now," you promise him, "I'm just putting on the bacta patch and then you can rest."

"T-Thank you, cyar'ika," Din replied, his grip on your arm faltering before letting go.

You took his hand and squeezed it gently. Din was weak now but at least his wound has been tended to and he wasn't losing anymore blood. It was only now that the worst of it was over, that you took note of the blood across the ship. This would be one hell of a clean up. First, you washed your hands, and then you gently removed the remainders of Din's armour, save his helmet (of course). You unbuttoned his tunic and swapped it out for one that wasn't covered in blood- and one that didn't have a large hole in it. You like to think that he'd appreciate it.

With the ship finally cleaned, and Din safe, you crawled into your cot beside the child. Your eyes felt heavy as you held the child close to you: you took one last look at your Mandalorian, before finally falling asleep.

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Din Djarin woke up startled. His hand went to his side, at first, and then across his chest, before ending up resting on his helmet. His eyes scanned the room before settling upon you. His eyes softened; in your arms lay his little womp rat. He was safe, and so were you. Din sighed, relieved that you were both still okay.

His eyes cast down to the pile of armour beside him: you must've removed it after he'd passed out. He recognised that he was now wearing a new black shirt, and that his old, bloodied one was nowhere to be found. His mind didn't have time to wonder where you'd put it, as the sound of him moving off of the make shift medical bench had caused you to begin to awaken. Your eye sight was blurry for a second, before focusing in on Din. He was up.

He was up!

"Din! You're awake!" you exclaim, shaking off any sleepy feeling that still remained.

"Are you alright?" Din asks, stepping towards you.

"Am I alright?" you repeat back to him, now also finding your feet, "You get stabbed, come home bloody to me -barely standing I might add- and you ask me if I'm okay?"

Din shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

"Never mind me: how are you feeling?"

"I'm... I'm okay. Better now, thanks to you," Din reassured, reaching over to take the child from you now that he had woken up from his nap.

"Well, I have been told I have an excellent bed side manor," you tease.

"Oh yeah?" Din plays along.

"Really! If it wasn't for this whole bounty hunting gig, I definitely would've been a nurse," you assure confidently; although truthfully at this point in time, you have no interest in taking care of anyone else besides your small found family.

"You would've made an excellent nurse," Din chuckles.

It warms your heart: hearing him laugh.

"I thought you were going to pass out quicker than me at certain points, though," Din continues, "But I'm not dead so you must've done something right."

"Hey now, Mandalorian: in my defence, I was not expecting you to come back covered in blood and barely conscious. Forgive me if I was a little rusty."

You hadn't realised how close the two of you had become until now. His body was so close that you could almost feel the heat coming from his body. Or maybe it was yours. You weren't honestly sure at this point, but it was making your face heat up. You shyly looked away from his gaze. Seeing him like this almost felt unnatural. You were so use to him fully covered in armour, that seeing him without all the beskar felt like you were seeing him naked. Despite this, you enjoyed seeing him like this: he felt more human to you now. If he was feeling vulnerable at all, he didn't show it. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say he enjoyed this new layer of vulnerability because it meant he could feel closer... Closer to you.

"You're forgiven," he murmurs, his voice low, "Am I forgiven, cyar'ika?"

"Hm..." you hesitate, teasing him for a second, "I will have to think about that-"

"-Mesh'la, please," he pretends to beg you, smiling under his helmet; Din's eyes remain on you, almost transfixed as you pretend to ponder the status of his forgiveness.

"Only if you tell me what m- me- mesh'la means," you whisper in a hushed tone, "Or agree to teach me Mando'a. I have to know what you are saying about me."

"Only good things," Din replies in the same quiet tone, "Beautiful."

"Beautiful," you repeat back to him, your heart swelling, "Din you are... Me- mesh'la too."

You expect him to reply: correct your pronunciation, or joke back with you but the Mandalorian has gone silent. Not an uncomfortable wooden silence. No, it was a warm silence. It felt right, and after a second, you adjusted to the new quietness. You imagine neither of you have had a moment like this in a long time. The silences you were use to only echoed with your hollowness, reflecting your loneliness. But this: this felt right.

Gently, Din leaned his head on your own. Due to the presence of his helmet, he was careful not to be too forceful, but you soon accepted the gesture, and kept your forehead on his.

A keldabe kiss.

That's what you would come to know that as. Although it originally started as slang for a headbutt, it soon became a sign of affection among Mandalorians. Affectionate moments with the Creed felt few and far between, so this was a way around that. And, it was one you quiet enjoyed. Even if you couldn't always touch your Mandalorian in the ways you wanted to, in these moments it didn't seem to matter. Despite the Creed, despite everything, there was no true barrier that could separate you and Din Djarin.

Your foreheads stay together for a moment longer, before separating. You look up at him, and you know -even without words, even without touch- he is yours, and your are his.

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