#my markers are running out of ink and idk what to do about it

[quickfixinator]

this is very quickly becoming an issue, the rot consumes.

thank you character designer for gravity falls for making ford's design play into every single one of my art style crutches. whoever you are, I love you and wish you the best. I love drawing old men, but specifically this one right now.

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Tattooed Baby Sibling

Requested: Hi! Hope you are well! Idk if you're taking requests atm, feel free to ignore this if so! But I was thinking of a preference for The Roy Siblings. In which the reader would be their baby sibling, but they have A LOT of tattoos and maybe how the family reacts to them or or how they deal with that part of their sibling? - anon

A/N: I love this!!! I only have about 30, so idk if I qualify as tattooed person just yet lol, but picturing this is fantastic! Thank you for requesting my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor comes from a different generation. He's not used to seeing tattoos in the professional world. Knowing this, you keep yourself pretty covered until you can't. It's at Caroline's wedding you shed some layers, letting your skin show in the heat. He's taken aback. He knew you had a few, but you're covered now. You catch him staring, unsure of his emotions, ready to defend yourself like always: they won't stop you from getting a job, they're a freedom of expression and art, they make you feel more at home in your body, some are just funny and others far more sentimental, that it's your money and you can spend it however you want, etc. Instead though, he just gives you a small smile. "I like the one by your elbow, kiddo." He has a lot of questions, like what does it feel like to get them and why you gravitate towards them when others, like him, feel no need. He knows you get enough judgment from your mother and father. He's your biggest brother, he loves you no matter what.

Kendall doesn't really understand them. Like Connor, he has questions, though you're often reverting back to your childhood self when you answer them: totally defensive. You're busy showing them off to Kerry when you catch his attention. There are a few fresh ones, still raised and irritated. It makes his skin hurt just looking at it. You're completely covered now, working on filling in the gaps. He doesn't see the appeal. He thought, like most "phases", you'd grow out of it, but these things are permanent. Forever. It's a big commitment he could never make. What if he likes something today and hates it tomorrow? You assure him you've never felt that way, but if you ever do, it's something you liked once and that's enough. He makes some not so great remarks about professionalism and what happens when you get older, but they're all out of big brother concern. Eventually you tell him that they've never affected your ability to get a job and that they'll look cool just like they do now when you're older. End of discussion. He doesn't hate them, but he doesn't think they're great either, especially you being his baby sibling. He'll never approve.

Shiv has always wanted to get a matching tattoo with you. Something small, delicate, tasteful, probably on her ankle. You make plans for this, but it never happens. You can never agree on what you want. You urge her to hurry up since you're running out of space. She loves them, she thinks they're really cool and also a huge middle finger to your father. You're always eager to show her the newest ones. She wouldn't expect anything less from you. You've been drawing on yourself since you could hold a marker. Every time you came home from school covered in ink your father would order either one of your siblings or one of the nannies to scrub you til skin came off. He barked that this was unacceptable behavior, but it never stopped you from doing it again. Now look at you. She doesn't hold the same fears or beliefs as your brothers. She's under the belief that if it makes you happy, truly happy, and it doesn't kill Logan, then it's fine. Why should anyone try to stop you? It's a tattoo, that's all.

Roman is the least bothered by them. Why would he care? It's not his body. He calls Connor and Kendall old men for being so uptight about it. Does he make fun of you to no end about them? Of course. Oh no y/n, a Chipotle bag threw up all over you! Looks like you've still got some unused space right. . . there. Where's Waldo am I right? If I can find the end of the maze do I get a prize? He has a habit of poking fresh tattoos and feigning ignorance, too. How am I supposed to know what's new and what's not? He also loves to point out new ones to your mother and father, who both despise them. Oops, did I do that? He runs away before you can hit him. He understands, while also an aesthetic thing, it's about pain, too. There's something satisfying about the needle that you can't get anywhere else. That noise, the constant poking, the radiating ache. He gets it. You all have to do what you gotta do to get by. A need to go back, this inner wanting for the pain again. It's socially acceptable and you get permanent art to go along with it. Win-win.

[goobernormieomi]

YOU SHOULD DEFF HAND OVER UR STORY PLOTLINE or fun facts about ur main cast !! :DD

WELL!! the main storyline focuses on Aiko as a character and her growth into a more comfortable yet still difficult life, besides that one conflict shes also still battling with fleeing and trying to avoid ghosts of her pasts trying to find her and take her back to where she once escaped from. thats a synopsis sort of, the main conflict is with Aiko and her growing to be comfortable and fond of the life she has now, which comes to be a challenge since shes used to living a more harsh and independent lifestyle.

I'm still in a bit of an edge, I was thinking of it starting when Creme finds her and so the story goes on from her first ever introduction to more mellow city life, but I've since started to move the start more into halfway when shes already been introduced to many new things and people and is at the edge of being in a good place w Creme too. I keep battling on it since I'm not sure if I want the pacing to be extremely slow or not, so thats a battle on my part LOL

anyway, basic plotline goes like that, other main conflicts has to be with Aikos previous enemies being where she escaped from in a laboratory, basically escaped gov. labrat is trying to run away and keep the FBI from knockin on her door and makin problems for her n Creme, so theres also that!

bunch of other stuff but idk if I'm ready to really share that since I want to solidify it first before anything...so this is the most I can really give so far! Theres other ocs that come into play and other relationships n dynamics that happen n all that, so its not only conflict central, theres def loads of side quests in Aikos pov and even in other character povs

AS FOR FUN FACTS...Aiko is a talented streetartist, in the sense she knows how to tag pretty well with spray cans and those big ink markers, in her school she was caught three times in a row drawing on the back school building random symbols. Creme consistently finds new things to learn and do, so he has a really big pool of hobbies and skills he's built up over the years, he finds different and creative ways to make himself useful and entertaining thanks to these. Toko is very guilty of doodling while working or being at a meeting, and it might often times make her completely blank out on what important discussions are going on, but she always finds a way to get back on track after a while. Felix really, really likes wine, he is a total wine dude, he probably prefers more grapey tasting types of wine, and he always chooses those girly colorful drinks on bars.

[pistachi0art]

What do you use to draw and if by any chance you use ibis paint.. would you give out the brushes ? :0

I currently use Clip Studio Paint, and unfortunately have never used ibis paint (I’ve heard good things about it tho ^^)

But here’s the brushes I use!

These are the most common- they both give very thick lines and are very marker like. I mostly use these two for TWH au drawings. Good for lines, not so much coloring as there’s a slight transparent effect on the square pen.

This is the one I’ve been using as of recent and as it’s titled it’s like using a fountain pen. It flows incredibly well unlike other thin pens I’ve used that have a feeling of slight drag. Great overall. (I’ve been using the first one on the chart.)

Qamala even put in the notes of this brush that it’s recommended to duplicate the ink layer (I assume so that the pen looks darker) but I mainly use it for shading/doodling.

This one’s just an extra, I use it for text in my comics.

Here’s me using all of em’- if you run around my profile you could probably find what pen I used for what drawing. Maybe there’s similar paints on Ibis but idk bc I’ve never used it. 🤷‍♀️ sorry 😅

[static-void]

Found it

so uh. Starts off. myself, a kid named derrin, and some other folks are doing Something, we're down near the docks (which doubles as a train station (this doesn't take place anywhere I've ever been)) and we're just fucking around. Derrin starts panicking about some sort of Thing and starts saying something about a "shatter" that's gonna happen, we start running, we get to where this "shatter" is going to happen just as it does.

Derrin *vanishes*, so does everyone else, I'm left (almost) alone except! There's Some Fucking Thing with me.

we decide "ehhh we're here together may as well stick together" and start meandering around.

nothing is really. Right? Buildings have gone all weird, there's corridors in the middle of the street but that's a very good thing bc there's monsters wandering around that look very suspiciously like my companion but. it's fine.

we keep wandering around until we hear Someone Else Talking, and then realize whoever this is also has a Friend ("friend") but instead of this "friend" defending them, it's threatening them into helping it capture anyone who comes by. And they've Noticed Us

so my guy fucks off somewhere, I go hide under a table, the kid (bc the human in this "weird void goop thing & human" equation is a kid) fucking. Comes over and starts pointing at me even though I had a Very Good hiding spot

anyway so the void fucker (idk if that's what they actually are but. yknow) comes over and drags me out by the arm, I'm fucking Thrashing, and it "detects" something and drops me. probably figured out that I Already had a void fucker & that threatening/killing me would have been a Bad Idea.

so now we get worldbuilding! The basics are:

-The initial zone near the Shatter (<- that's the name) is the safest place to be. Not completely safe, but safest. It's colored yellow.

-The white zone just below that (on the map. It would've been across the street) However, it's the safest to most people - most people can't get to the yellow zone. There's a barrier. We suspect the reason that my void fucker & I can get through is bc I was right up against the Shatter when it happened

-The gray zone: Second most dangerous (you really did not want to leave the white/yellow zones - there's no safety outside of them), and the largest zone on the map. From what I understand this is mostly what it looks like on the map. It's a gray zone, everything is gray and bad.

-Red zone: this is the most dangerous place and it's on the very edges of the map. I wasn't given an explanation as to what it was like, but I can guess.

My void fucker came back at some point during the explanation. Derrin's fate remains unknown, nobody here can help, so we head back to the white zone

& it's surprisingly fairly normal? If you get into a good section. I helped a lady get her dog back in her yard.

The sky was dark, like nighttime, but for the most part the lighting was like during the day

Iirc the void fucker & I were just chillin out & taking a break for a little while before we started looking for Derrin

The void fucker could carry me, but most of the time if I was moving around it was sort of...I was "wearing" it, iirc mostly as a long (we're talking up to my shoulder) glove

this is a basic idea of how the map looks, pardon the patchy marker I didn't want to use up all my ink

there were little cracks of the gray zone all across the map, & on the map they didn't look too big but they were generally around the width of a street (for example, that gray line in between the yellow & white zones was the width of The Average City Street)

i believe my main goal was to find derrin but i had a Sneaking Suspicion he was somewhere in the red zone

the main threat was just the void fuckers, but the further out you went from the shatter, the nastier they got (both in terms of personality & in terms of "How Much Can They Kill You?")

miscellaneous Things:

-I don't know why the void fucker that was with me was actually helping me out. by all accounts it should have been trying to kill me. i didn't do anything to prompt this change either, it was just like "so...hi?" & i, not yet knowing that this void fucker was supposed to kill me, responded with "hi?"

-the void fuckers i ran into did not know where derrin was. they were also very confused as to why my void fucker was not trying to kill me, so i'm suspecting Whatever caused the weird behavior was not universal. bc they were trying to kill me, too. or at the very least tried to, they generally stopped once they figured out that i Already Had One

-we had been running toward the shatter bc Derrin was trying to stop it, but he failed. I was right up there with him, so it's not the proximity that made him vanish. it was also not a new thing to me - I knew about the node that caused it, he had told me about it, it's just that neither of us were expecting it to do. That

-the lady's dog did bite me i just remembered, but nothing happened to me. 99% odds that was the void fucker's doing

-aside from the void fucker that was With Me, pretty much all of them were being "nice" (see: not trying to kill me) to me begrudgingly. some of them even said they were betting on me dying. i did not care.

[jarofstyles]

i know we’re in a bit of an h word mood HOWEVER i cannot get rid of the thought of coloring harrys tattoos 😞 like idk just picking up some markers and coloring the butterfly and everything else in UGH PLS WRITE A LIL BLURB ON IT I BEG 🙏🙏

ARE U KIDDING BSKDSJIDOS ILL CRY!!!!!!! Tattooed Harry and artist!reader

Teeny mini blurb 🥰

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“Can you stay still, you gremlin?” Y/N scoffed, adjusting the marker in her hands.

“Heyyyy. M’not a gremlin! It tickles.” He pouted at her, giving her the sweet baby eyes he knew made her melt. Of course it worked, his gleeful grin rising when she rolled her eyes and kissed his shoulder.

In her lap was his arm, a red marker in her hand as she filled out the base color for the rose. It was one of her favorites, and he finally found some time where he had a few days off so she could color his skin up and not care if it stained a bit. He was very particular about his tattoos but whatever Y/N wanted, she got.

“Well, quit squirming so I don’t go outside the lines n’give you a random red stain.” She sung under her breath, carefully filling in the bloom of the rose. She loved to do this. As an artist, seeing art on the most beautiful person she had ever met was a temptation. And as much as she adored the black ink swirling on his skin, she liked the idea of filling it with color.

Harry leaned his head back and let her gentle strokes of the marker run over his skin. Her hands were slightly cold on his warm skin and he found that he really did love it. The concentrated furrowed brow, the biting of her plushy lower lip, the way her eyes would focus right on where she was working on… he loved it.

“Okay…” placing down the first bright red marker, she grabbed the next shade darker. There had been these skin safe marker set online that came with 50 shades, perfect for her. It cost a pretty penny but getting to spend this time with him was worth it. “Gonna do the first part of shading. Gotta stay still for me, my love.” She leaned over and smooched his cheek a few times, making him smile lazily as his hand pulled her back to connect their lips.

Harry took any excuse he could to get kisses, and this was no exception. He gently sucked her bottom lip and laughed quietly when she pulled away.

“Ah ah! None of that, you little tease.” She huffed. “No seducing me when m’gonna Make your arms prettier.” Harry had a way of making her get lost in kisses and she knew that if she properly gave in there was no way she was finishing the rose, and the ship!

Harry rarely sat still, so having him in one play, awake, was a blessing. There was plenty of time to rip his attention away from elsewhere to kiss. This was a rarity and Y/N wasn’t wasting it.

“Y’already finished the butterfly. Tickled even more.” He sighed, looking down at the finished creation. She had chosen pink tones that complimented his skin when she did that, and Harry would say he was surprised but he wasn’t. She always exceeded any expectation he had of her, especially when it came to art. It looked like a real butterfly on his stomach. Moth. Whatever it was.

“So when are y’gonna design me one? Or let me get one of your drawings tattooed on me? In fact… I’ve got a whole back.” He wiggled his brows, laughing when Y/N gasped.

“No fuckin’ way are you ruining your back. Are you kidding me Harry?” She asked lowly, closing the red marker and grabbing a darker brown one. “Your back is perfectly toned and muscles and dreamy. I refuse to let you fuck around with that.” She whispered with an almost offended tone. No way in hell would she want that to happen.

“Fine, fine. No back. But… baby, cmon. I want you on me forever.” He sighed, whining as he took her free hand to his berry lips, pecking her soft knuckles over and over again. He loved how her hands were cool and soft, sometimes a little clammy. She felt more human. Real.

“Isn’t it bad luck?” She asked, eyes back on the tattoo as she shaded what was the darkest part. It didn’t need a ton because the black work already did it, but still. An artists gotta do what an artists gotta do.

“Mm, no. That’s only names, I believe. And even so, I wouldn’t let myself believe it so it couldn’t hurt us.” He said simply. “If I don’t want it to, it won’t.” It made Y/N crack a smile, shaking her head as she leaned up to press a kiss to his shoulder.

“Gotta stop watching those tiktoks, dork. But okay. I’ll… I’ll start working on one.” She said shyly, a bit intimidated at the fact that her work would be on his skin forever. And ever. Not that she ever planned to break up with him- she wanted forever- but Y/N just didn’t want him to regret it.”

“Thank you. And no, those tikkytok witch people are very helpful. I like them an’ the little cards they do to tell us the future. But whatever you design? M’gonna love it. Just because it’s from you. You’re my heart, baby.”

[lucidtobio]

drawing on their hands !

w. ushijima , semi , goshiki

[ fluff , gn!reader ]

ushijima wakatoshi

you guys sit next to each other in your japanese history class

aka the most boring class of them all -_-

usually when you lose focus, you take out whatever colored pen you can find and start doodling on yourself

but with wakatoshi next to you,,,

a brand new canvas !!

scooting your desk over slightly, you nudge ushijima with your pen

"hey. hey, wakatoshi!"

he just like, looked over at you and blinked

you made grabby hands and flicked your eyes down to his hand, which was resting on his desk

ushijima's eyebrows furrowed bc he's a little dense

"give me your hand, dummy" you harshly whispered

despite not quite understanding your motive, he gave you his hand anyways

uncapping the pink pen, you pressed the tip against his flesh

one hand laying lightly over his fingers, the other gripping a pen, you started drawing a small cat

wakatoshi's curious gaze was fixed on your movements on his hand

the two of you spared occasional glances towards the teacher at the front of the classroom, but that was all

other classmates had been dozing off or talking in hushed whispers

"(y/n),," "yeah?"

you looked up at him, faces only a few inches apart

the olive haired boy sucked in a small breath while you appeared unphased

"can you draw a volleyball?"

giggling quietly, you nodded and made a circle right next to a patch of stars

a few minutes later, his whole hand (including his fingers) was covered in pink ink and your art

"do you like it?" "of course"

semi eita

sitting next to semi at lunch was,, interesting?

the third years from the team sat there, as well as a few other mutual friends

usually you were pretty spacey, not paying attention to the conversation

tendou (and occasionally semi) liked to tease you about your dreamy gaze

though you always had your special blue pen with you at all times

you and semi had been shopping together when you saw it in a stationary store, and he bought the cute tool for you

at the moment, you were sitting at the table, fiddling the pen between your nimble fingers

clicking the coil repeatedly sparked an idea

you quickly snatched eita's hand, eliciting a small "hey-" from him

running the ink over his skin, you started to draw a flower curling around the curve of his palm

semi's cheeks tinged pink at the feeling of your smaller hand gripping his wrist to keep him still

tendou's attentive eyes were drawn to you two

he didn't hesitate to silently grab the attention of the other table members and motion to where you and semi were seated

at this point, you were just absentmindedly doodling nonsense on his skin

forgetting who it was, you lazily scribbled out his name in a pretty font

"ah, (y/n)-" "hmm?"

you were yanked out of your thoughts before locking eyes with eita

a small smirk played on his lips as your face conveyed confusion

"my name, huh? do you have some secret feelings for me, (y/n)?" the ash-haired boy teased

a harsh blush colored your cheeks as you detached your fingers from him

"shut up, baka."

needless to say, semi was stabbed by the same pen that decorated his hand a few moments later

goshiki tsutomu

okay, let's start by saying that if you got within two miles of him, he would be so flustered

you are doing partner work in your biology class and sitting at the two people tables (idk if that makes sense but hopefully yk what i mean t-t)

the tables themselves weren't that large in the first place

so your thighs were already touching underneath the tabletop

goshiki's heart raced as soon as you sat down, bare thigh brushing against his clothed one

"hi tsutomu~" you greeted, placing your notebooks and stationary on the table

"h-hey"

poor boy can't think straight around you

the period was spent completing a lab with your tablemate; if you finished early you could just hangout

with your smarts and his motivation it wasn't surprising you guys finished first

a slightly awkward silence hung over you two as you both waited for the other to speak up

"so-" "do you-"

opening and closing your mouths at the same time, goshiki quickly attempted to hide his blush by looking away

you snickered at his cute behavior before grabbing his hand

"woah there (y/n). you can't do that,, people might think we're..." goshiki mumbled as you started to draw lines down his fingers

he trailed off, entranced by the way your marker moved against his tanned flesh

finally the lines started to come together to form bones

your face leaned close to where you were working, nose almost bumping against the back of goshiki's hand

when you finally finished your artwork you sat back and sent the bowlcut boy a beaming smile

"done! do you like it? is it too much?"

tsutomu aggressively shook his head, blabbing something along the lines of "i love it as long as you did it"

a soft smile graced your lips as you ruffled his hair slightly

"ahh (y/n) why :(" pls he's too cute skldjfkl

"promise me you'll hit your best spikes with this hand, okay?" you said sternly, holding out your pinky to him

goshiki quickly linked his little finger with yours and nodded

"of course! i have to be the best ace there is!"

coach washijo is gonna beat his ass when he sees what's on tsutomu's hand-

anything for you tho <3

a/n: this was way too fun to write, even if it didn't turn out good kekek

⤿ written 3.25.2021

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[vukovich]

peculiar prompt: soulmate au where your dick is the same exact length as your soulmate’s (i guess everyone has a dick in this universe idk 😂) anyways drarry discovering they are soulmates in whatever convoluted way you would like!

Nine and Three Quarters

Summer weddings were an unlikely tradition for a family that ran high to freckles and sunburns, but Harry didn't mind. Usually.

This wedding, though, he'd have just as soon not attended. It wasn't that he harbored any romantic intentions toward Charlie, but seeing him so bloody happy made Harry keenly aware of his own solitude.

Charlie and Constantin fed each other forkfuls of cake and grinned. They were perfectly-matched. Identical white short sleeve dress shirts and gold waistcoats, sparkling blue eyes and mirrored grins as they threatened each other with blobs of icing, much to Molly's horror.

Their matching gold rings felt like an extension of the tattoos on the underside of their left forearms. Charlie's was a dragon, of course. Constantin's was a crouched hippogriff. They were exactly the same size, but different designs and colors.

Forearm tattoos abounded among gay wizards, but it had taken seeing Charlie and Constantin together for him to notice the pattern. A plate of cake floated to his table and set itself down in front of him. He picked it apart with his fork, separating the layers of frosting out from the the cake, then mashed the fluffy cake down into a pellet.

A breathless Charlie flopped into an empty chair next to him and surveyed the wreckage on his plate.

"Got a grudge against that cake?"

"Huh? Oh. No. Sorry."

Charlie slid Harry's cake away, probably for its own good. Constantin and Fleur fox-trotted past, and one of them reached out to ruffle Charlie's hair.

"No date?"

"Nah." Harry licked his fork clean, rolled the bits of cake around in his mouth, and wished he'd have eaten the slice.

"Still doing the playboy thing, eh?"

Harry shrugged. "I guess."

Charlie huffed a laugh. "You guess? What else would you be doing at clubs?"

Harry shrugged again.

"Well, if you get tired of it and want the name of a really good soulmate tattoo artist, let me know." Charlie wiped up a dab of frosting off Harry's plate and popped his finger in his mouth. "Until then, enjoy hunting in the dark."

Charlie rose to leave, but Harry reached out and grabbed him by the buckle on the back of his waistcoat.

"Soulmate tattoos?"

--

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"But I thought the tattoo went on my arm."

Harry kept his hands in his jeans pockets, just in case the man decided to help him disrobe.

"It does..."

Bushy grey eyebrows rose in speculation, and the man's brown eyes squinted at Harry, unsure of whether Harry was playing a prank, playing dumb, or playing at nothing.

"So why would I take my trousers off?"

"Riiiggght," he said slowly, gently spinning back and forth on his stool. "Why don't you tell me what you do know about soulmate tattoos."

Harry hooked his thumbs in his pockets and looked around the tattoo parlour for clues, but there was nothing but drawings on the walls. Pictures of forearms, too, all with differing sizes of beasts and creatures on them.

"Uhm," Harry started, "they go on forearms." The man nodded and motioned for him to continue. "And... they're... magic?"

The man shook his head and sighed. "The death of gay wizard culture, I swear. I blame that app."

"Wait, there's an app for-"

"Soulmate tattoos are the size of the wearer's dick."

Every tattoo Harry had ever seen ran through his head at once, and he stood slack-jawed for what felt like hours.

The man continued. "And so part of getting one is getting your dick measured. Professionally."

"I... Uh..."

"Men lie on the app. That's why all these boys are running around thinking they don't have soulmates, but older men know better. Back in the day, we'd just walk up to a bloke, line our arms up, and pair off."

Harry looked at the ceiling and tried to imagine a scenario in which that didn't sound both terrifying and oddly comforting.

"Why would you line them up?"

The man stared at him for a long. fucking. time.

"Soulmate dicks match, kid." He grumbled something about the Internet. "Now do you want the tattoo or not?"

"I... Uhm... Maybe later?"

"Suit yourself."

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There had to be a better way to do this.

Harry balanced on tip-toe, focused on his dick with one eye, and dipped his quill. His tongue peeked out a corner of his lips as he concentrated on tracing around his shaft.

Was the quill angled accurately? Was the nib too far from his skin to be accurate? Was width even relevant?

He let out a held breath and dropped down to his heels. The paper on his desk was an embarrassment.

"Looks like a fucking caterpillar," he grumbled to himself.

Maybe they made enchanted quills for this.

--

The nook of art supplies at Flourish and Blotts was overwhelming, but it smelled good. Needle-sharp enchanted nibs sounded like a terrible idea. Image-grabbing paper sounded equally dangerous. What if he got his dick stabbed or absorbed into a piece of paper?

Someone cleared their throat behind him.

"Can I help you?"

Draco Malfoy met his eyes with a hesitant smile. He looked strangely at home surrounded by paper and ink. He wore a rumpled black t-shirt that advertised in bold white letters "Truth Quills: The Reign of Error Ends Here".

"Uhm... maybe?"

"What kind of project are you working on?"

"I'm... just... tracing something?"

Draco nodded and reached up to grab a pack of nibs just above Harry's head. The Dark Mark on his forearm caught Harry's eye. It wasn't a Dark Mark anymore. The skull wore a crown of red roses, and the snake had been filled in with vibrant yellow and blue markings. Harry decided it looked a bit like a Grateful Dead album cover. But prettier.

"These are good for most projects if you're just starting out."

Draco handed him a plastic box with more thingamajigs than he had any idea what to do with.

"Uhm, okay. Thanks."

"No problem." Draco's eyes wandered down to Harry's forearm and his smile faltered. "Anything else?"

"No, I think I'm good."

--

He wasn't good. He was nowhere near good, and he had black ink all over his dick. Also on his hands, and the table, and the floor, but those were less important.

"Looks like a goddamn Holstein dong."

--

"Alright," Draco said, and his smile was bordering on a smirk. "But what's the reference? What are you trying to trace?"

A dozen dick-shaped things came to mind, and Harry blurted, "A banana."

Draco did not laugh. Not with his mouth. Just with his eyes. His t-shirt today said "Blink Ink: Drier than your ex" in jagged black script.

"Mm hm," Draco squeaked through his nose. "Is accuracy important?"

Harry let out a relieved sigh. "Yes."

Draco cleared his throat and schooled his face. "Here."

He handed Harry a Truth Quill. "That ought to give you an accurate outline of your... banana."

--

"Hot damn!"

Harry held the outline of his cock up to the light. Damned if it wasn't perfect. He laid it face-down on his forearm and frowned. How was he supposed to get it onto his skin?

--

Draco faked a cough and covered his mouth and nose with his hand. "Pardon?"

"I need to transfer it."

"But a backlight won't work because..."

"Uhm... it can't... light can't go through the... other... thing."

Draco's t-shirt today had a frilly, looping font that said, "Nearotica: Almost There."

"Dare I ask what material you're transferring this banana onto?"

Harry focused on Draco's forearm, and the curve of the roses, and the sinewy body of the snake.

"Uhm... leather?"

Draco shot him a challenging look Harry didn't understand. "I suppose you'd want a cautery tool for that."

"Uhm... okay."

--

He wasn't okay. He had two burned dots on his forearm, and a hole in his paper at the base and tip of the outline.

Over a hundred galleons spent, and all he had to show for it were what looked like two mosquito bites that were exactly one penis-length apart.

The hell with all of it.

--

Harry dropped bags of barely-used art supplies on the store counter, and Draco's chin snapped up. He cocked his head and looked at the bags while Harry read his t-shirt: "Thrill Your Darlings: Tropes and Nopes."

"Didn't work out?" Draco asked.

Harry bent down, rested his elbows on the counter, and shook his head. "Can I return it?"

Draco shrugged. "Store credit, since it's all been opened."

Harry buried his face in his hands. "I'll take it in coloring books."

"I'll throw in some markers."

Draco shot him a pitying smile and stood to collect the bags. His eyes caught on the two burn marks on Harry's forearm. He set his elbow next to Harry's and pressed their wrists together.

"Huh," Draco exhaled. He rolled his tattoo against Harry's forearm. The peak of the rose crown touched the mark nearest Harry's wrist, and the snake's tail met the other.

Harry stared at their arms, wide-eyed and panicked in the best way.

"Is it-" Harry started. "Do they, uhm..."

"I... do believe so. If your banana outline was accurate."

Harry gulped. "It was."

"Huh," Draco repeated. "Well, in that case, there's a giant mandala coloring poster I've had my eye on, but it's a bit much for one person."

Harry let a grin spread across his face. "Consider it sold."

[unstable-sapphic-hoe]

The Calm Before The Storm

AN: This was based on a TikTok I saw, I forgot who made it but credits to them. Also, I won't be updating "The Ultimatum" in a while bc we're being swamped with school work.

This is gonna be an angsty fic but starts out fluffy. This is my contribution to Mother's Day. Also idk if anyone's done this yet so...

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“Alright then, are you boys ready?” Y/N whispered conspiratorially to them. The boys replied with eager nods, a wide smile on their faces.

Today was mother’s day and Y/N decided to wake the boys early to surprise Wanda. Currently, they were sat at the dinner table with all kinds of art supplies laid out in front of them, ranging from crayons and markers all the way to glitter. The boys excitedly grabbed a sheet of paper each and began. Y/N of course wasn’t one to be left out and decided to make one as well.

A few minutes have passed and Y/N decided to glance up from her work, only to be met with the focused faces of her sons, their eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as their tongues poked out from between their lips. And somehow, they managed to get the ink from makers on their faces. She only chuckled before grabbing their camera and taking a picture, which the boys barely noticed, too focused on their work.

Eventually, they were finally satisfied with their work and they proudly held it up for Y/N to see. She then praised them for their work.

While Y/N was cleaning up the mess they left on the table, a knock was heard from the door, followed by the rushing footsteps of the twins as they raced to open the door.

“Move, Billy”

“No, you move-”

Y/N interrupted them by opening the door before them. The door opened to reveal Agnes with a bouquet in each hand, a wide smile plastered on her face.

“Hiya, hon.” Agnes greeted as she continued into the house, which they were used to by now. She was practically family anyway. The boys rushed to her and gave her a hug, which Agnes happily returned.

“Happy mother’s day, aunt Agnes,” The boys said.

“I’m not a mother boys” Agnes, chuckled amusedly.

“Yeah but you’re kinda like our mom too,” Billy said.

“You take care of us like mommy and mama do, and you love us” Tommy chimed in.

Agnes, or rather Agatha, was stunned. She knew she had a soft side for them, but she never would have thought that the boys felt that way about her. It made her feel guilty about what she was planning to do.

“Aww, thank you, boys,” She said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of their heads. “Now, I’ve got a few errands to run. I’ll see you later. Happy mother’s day Y/N” She said before patting them both their backs and leaving.

Finally, everything was ready. The living room was decorated, the boys were dressed and Wanda’s favorite foods were on a tray ready to be served.

“Who wants to help me bring mommy’s breakfast?”

“ME”

“NO ME MAMA”

“Okay, how about… I bring it up the stairs and both of you carry it into mommy and I’s room”

With that settled, they made their way up the stairs with Y/N murmuring a silent prayer to whatever Gods were listening that she doesn’t trip and ruin it. Luckily, she made it and then handed the tray to the boys once they reached the bedroom door. The boys held it carefully as they inched their way in with Y/N slowly guiding them in case the tray fell.

“Mommy wake up” The boys eagerly said, practically vibrating on the spot.

Wanda let out a groan before blinking her eyes open, trying to adjust to the light streaming in from the open window.

“What is all this?”

“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY MOMMY” The boys yelled.

Wanda then smiled with love shining in her eyes. She let out a light laugh before opening her arms up. Y/N took the tray from the boys and placed it on the floor so that they could clamber up onto the bed and into Wanda’s embrace. Wanda then peppered the boys’ faces with kisses which earned her giggles from them and halfhearted protests.

When the boys were finally freed from Wanda’s arms, they rushed downstairs to the living room the get the pictures they made for Wanda.

“Mommy look at what we made”

Wanda was then handed a few sheets of paper that contained the boys’ drawings. Now, as all 5-year-olds, their drawing skills weren’t the best, but that didn’t matter to Wanda. She knew how hard the boys must have worked on these, and she loved it. She was happy. Just then a drawing caught her eye.

“Boys did you draw this?” she said with a smile on her face.

“No mama did” Tommy answered.

“You wound me, my love” Y/N said with a pout on her face, a hand placed dramatically over her chest. This prompted a round of giggles from Wanda and the boys.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not”

“Shut up and eat your food woman,” Y/N said before bringing the tray over and resting it on Wanda’s lap.

The morning was then spent with them sharing the food Y/N made, Wanda feeding them a few in between her bites. Laughs were traded with Y/N and the boys trading a few jokes and stories.

“Mommy’s food still tastes better though”

Y/N dramatically gasped before tackling Billy, Wanda and Tommy were laughing while trying to hold the tray steady as Y/N then proceeded to tickle Billy. The day then consisted of the family enjoying themselves at the park and ended with a movie night filled with cuddles and popcorn thrown at each other, resulting in the living room in a mess

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“They’ll never know what you sacrificed for them”

“It wouldn’t change how they see me”

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Wanda was brought out of her reverie by a soft knock on her door. She glanced at it as she opened the door with the use of her powers. It opened up to reveal none other than Stephen Strange himself, behind him was the God of Mischief.

“Wanda-” Strange started.

“No” Wanda interrupted.

“Wanda we need you” Loki then pleaded.

“YOU SAID I WOULD GET THEM BACK” Wanda then yelled at them, tears prickling her eyes.

“And you will” Strange tried again.

“Funny, that’s exactly what you said 6 years ago too Strange,” She said, snark in her voice “Just go. Leave me alone. Please,” she said defeated.

And with that, the two men left with heavy hearts. Loki lingered by the door, his hand on the handle as he glanced at her hunched form sat on the couch.

“I’m sorry Wanda” he sighed before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

After a few minutes, Wanda picked herself up off the couch and made her way to her room. There she caught sight of a framed picture of them on their bed. Then boys were in between them, holding up the drawings they made. Wanda was able to keep a few things they had from Westview. She didn’t know how though. If only she could have saved them.

She walked up to the frame that held the picture and gently ran her hand over it, a bittersweet smile plastered onto her lips, unaware of the tears now freely falling down her face.

“I’m sorry” She whispered as she tried to choke back the sobs threatening to break free.

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Worth It

[phoebehalliwell]

Piper/Kyle, except it's an AU where Kyle's parents were never killed by demons, so he lived a perfectly normal, happy childhood and grew up to follow their footsteps into teaching and Kyle's a normal, maybe even a little boring archaeology professor who secretly dreams of having his very own Indiana Jones moment - up until the day he opens some dusty old chest and unleashes a demon that tries to kill him, and he barely gets away only to run into this petite brunette woman who proceeds to blow the demon the fuck up, and Kyle's never believed in love at first sight before, but he's pretty sure he can make an exception for Piper

wait omg mentally stable kyle au okay wait i gotta wrap my head around this kyle but not absofuckinlutely insane whatta picture omg. okay. i feel like he’s still gotta have this belief in the supernatural i feel like that’s a large part of the charm in literally any kyle dynamic with the sisters is Witch Who Gets It and Man Who’s Only Got Raw Data. there’s an appeal to that. seeing things from different angles all that. so we can say kyle ever good at puzzles has taken his parents notes and everything he knows and various texts and kinda pieced together okay magic does exist. but in this au he’s a professor and not an fbi agent so he can’t just walk around saying Magic Is Real because um he needs this job. also he’s never seen it. but like. the data does not like. like. like it’s real man like are you kidding me. and we’ll say he has one normal friend because he’s normal in this au and he’s like okay here me out tho magic is real and his friend is like ......okay. because like. it could be, i guess? i’m not gonna fight you on this. and kyle also definitely read a lot as a kid he reads a lot now and he’s always kinda like. like you know wondered what it might be like to be a man of action not someone stuck behind a desk all day seeing the world through books. so when he starts to see markers of the gathering storm,,, well. these are the times that make a man. he can either be a pussy about it and keep living his life through paper and ink, or he can follow his intuition. blah blah blah this leads him to get kidnapped by pirates which like. excuse me??? and kyle’s kinda kicking himself because he Wanted to be like a character in an adventure book and well like bada bing bada boom you get what you ask for. which. all due respect on his part. is smart enough to outwit them and escape. he might have dropped his wallet there tho. but when he goes back the same route wandering through the thick fog, all he finds is a solid wall of rock. so i guess he’s fucked in that regard. whoops. but!! magic is real. so that’s a dub. digs a little bit more into the blackjack cutting lore, maybe finds the x marks the spot on where their main hideout was, road trip to. seattle? i guess? port city that isn’t san francisco but is more reasonable to drive to that like. nola or boston. and lo and behold he finds it and find their documentation of the gathering storm accidentally trips a booby trap and jesus fucking christ pirate skeletons with sword which - respectfully - kyle is holding his own for the most part, not getting immediately worried, but there’s no way that would have lasted had the three skeletons not been blown to pieces. and he looks over and sees three brunettes and the one in the center is like who the hell are you? to which kyle really feels like He should be the one asking that question but after stammering out some kind of response about how he’s a professor and he was just looking for some soil samples something generic archaeological because hey. he doesn’t trust these women. he doesn’t know what side they’re on. and he’s not just gonna sacrifice the information he has on the gathering storm. and it’s obvious they don’t believe him, but they don’t kill him either. instead, the one in the center just says be more careful where you leave your stuff and tosses his wallet back to him.

and later at the manor paige is like we just let him go?? and phoebe’s like yeah how to we know he’s not a demon? he wouldn’t be the first to pose as a mortal in the mortal world (because phoebe went to the university to return kyle’s wallet because like it has is ID in it employee id all that under the guise of like. giving a lecture to some of the student’s there as the bay’s leading advice columnist oh hey is there a kyle brody here yeah haha he’s a friend of a friend anyone seen him no he’s on vacation right now? left real abruptly? and then immediately went into his office and touched every surface trying to get a premonition (au in which phoebe didn’t get her powers stripped) and concluded that he’s just Some Guy. like he like has friends and a nine to five and an apartment. so a guy). but piper’s like we don’t know. but we also don’t know what he’s up to or what his connection to the pirates was, which is why i cast a tracking spell on the wallet. and both phoebe and paige approve and in this au again phoebe didn’t get her powers stripped so in styx feet under it’s her and paige on mission and as paige is the one who cast the protection spell and as paige is also very stubborn and also refuses to let innocents die she is the one who gets to become death. she also has a very compelling relationship with death because like. she watched her parents die. and she’s prue’s replacement. the replacement for the dead girl. also fun paige/prue parallel! meanwhile right Should state in any piper/kyle au we just extend pleo’s divorce era by having him remain an elder and keeping that early s6 vibe. so piper’s definitely like a bit more neurotic than normal because you know things haven’t gone great for her and those pirates were warning about the gathering storm and honestly that better not be something that’s gonna hurt her boys because she really could not bear to lose another family member so she’s doing some digging which begins to imply that kyle knows more that he let on so where is he now? the university? great.

and kyle’s you know minding his own business in his office when the same woman practically kicks down his door and is like alright i’m gonna ask again who the hell are you and this time you better answer me honestly. to which: wow. like wow. she’s. she’s a force to be reckoned with and also kinda immediately gains points in kyle’s book for like a) kinda confronting him about knowing more because he’s pretty good at covering his tracks all that so if he’s been Found Out it’s by someone good and b) she also disintegrated evil pirate skeletons so like. 👍. But. he does not trust her for shit. no. absolutely not. he has no reason to. but piper’s not yielding blasts a hole in the wall near his head like quickly now or next time i won’t miss but kyle’s so fuckin stubborn he’s like 🤐 and piper’s. i mean, she can’t kill an innocent. she doesn’t know if that’s who he is, but she can’t run that risk. and kyle’s not saying shit, so she leaves.

then it’s the guardian angel episode where the charmed ones are there on instruction (though they don’t know what they’re looking for. maybe they were just scrying for information) and kyle’s there on a hunch and piper and kyle see each other and it’s um. mac charlie see each other from across the room reaction image. both like. what the fuck are you doing here? and in this one paige is still the one to get her guardian angel stolen and piper’s immediately on high alert because you know big sister/mom mode activated. but they don’t know what they’re looking for and kyle’s like it’s her guardian angel. and piper once again snaps to him firey look in her eyes but kyle’s really just trying to place nice here so he’s like guardian angels. they’ve been going missing being stolen whatever. he’s got the research on it. and piper doesn’t want to trust him but paige is really in grave danger. so, as the sister with the offensive power, she’s going with kyle, and phoebe has to make sure paige doesn’t like. pull a grams. (which for the record i do not accept prewitched as canon but like the elders definitely killed grams <3)

so blah blah blah piper’s now and kyle’s place which is ten times worse than his office because this is where he does his real work and he’s got all the guardian angel shit up and out and is explaining it to piper and it’s making sense but what catches her eye is something on the gathering storm that kyle left out now they’re talking about that they’re starting to realize they’re on the same side. blah blah blah save paige. next episodes what werewolf episode. skip. then!! idk paige still runs magic school right so she’s in the library and she calls piper and she’s like hey remember when you told me to keep an eye out on the gathering storm? and piper’s like yes yeah what is it? and she’s like well we’re inventorying the library and we have books on them and piper’s like that’s good news ! ? and paige is like yeah but we’re missing one. book five. in this something something series. and piper knows Exactly where that book is because she fucking saw it on kyle’s kitchen counter. so now she’s barging into kyle’s place which is getting to be a common occurrence at this point and kyle kinda wants to complain but this is by far the most interesting his life’s been ever and honestly? he’d be kinda bummed if piper stopped kicking down his door. wait actually scratch that you want my book no fuck you changed my mind. to which piper’s like look we’re looking for the same goal here right so give me the book because i have the rest of the series and this could be the missing puzzle piece and kyle’s like okay fine i’ve read the book cover to cover give me the rest of the series and i’ll get you your answers and piper’s like okay let’s get things straight here i’m the witch you’re some two bit archeology professor so when it comes to the handling of sacred magical tomes i’ll be taking the reigns here and kyle’s like fine then you won’t be taking the book. and piper’s like wanna bet and the next think kyle knows he’s hearing the door slam his book’s gone and he’s hearing tires peel out onto the street and he has no idea how she did it. 

back at the manor piper’s got her reading glasses on an volume one open and god this fucking sucks. so she makes phoebe take a stab at it and she hates reading it too. paige also starts it and is like respectfully no. piper’s the only one who did the reading in high school. this is her turf. but my god she cannot make it through all eight of these fucking books. So. she calls kyle. he has to come to the manor because there’s no way she’s giving him the books and there’s no way she’s letting him in magic school so. hi. welcome to the house. but!! by a contrived plot device!!!! a gnome has been shot in magic school this book was the only thing at the scene and paige wants to investigate further but she can’t just leave it out there so she brings it back to the manor she’s gonna cast some spell to find out if there are already spells on the book how to reverse it she just needs to find the spell first and like. there’s no way in hell paige ever wears an outfit with big enough pockets to keep the book on her. so she leaves it on the table. to which kyle asks how this is relevant to the collection. to which piper says don’t open that!! whoops. see, this is why i said we don’t let two bit archeology professors near magical books! piper/kyle charmed noir..............

[resinatingbeauty]

Making A Rune Set : My Process

One of the most popular items I create for my shop are rune sets, which are actually quite simple and inexpensive to create as they do not use many materials (depending on what you decide to make yours out of) There are also many advantages to creating resin runes over using wood / stones which can break, fracture, or lose their engraving / painting over time. If you’re the creative type or have been wanting to make your own resin runes, this is a tutorial/ guide made just for you and also a way to show off my creative process :) NOTE: I am NOT affiliated with these products or companies in any way other than what I use to create my own- what you are reading is an unsponsored opinion.

What I Use:

I have made rune sets I have in the shop for sale out of either Epoxy resin (FanAut brand shown in photos can be purchased on Amazon cheaply) or UV Resin (Puduo UV resin includes stirrers and silicone cups for beginners!), both of which have their advantages and disadvantages. If you’re a true beginner, I recommend sticking with epoxy resin as UV resin is far less forgiving (and expensive). You can use any product you wish- even polymer clay or paper mache- to form your own runes, these are just tried and true for me.

While you can create your own mold by casting dominoes or whatever shape you want to use for your runes in mold material, you can also purchase these flexible silicone molds on Amazon or Etsy fairly cheaply. They allow for the engraving effect, so you do not have to engrave them by hand or rely solely on paint. (I had just demolded some runes- excuse my mess)

I like to use the thermogenic pigments you see in the first two photos (my secret ingredients) combined with glow in the dark powder to create special FX rune sets that are magical unto themselves. As you can see, the pigment reacts to my body heat to change from purple to blue as I press on it. (idk where that gold leaf came from- you should really see my work space lol), but you may use whatever materials you wish for additives- mica pigments, alcohol inks, papers / photos (sealed of course)- whatever inspires you! I often incorporate Selenite crystal shards into my own runes as well, as Selenite will NOT react to the resin by reverting to Gypsum and will retain its lustrous crystals and appearance when cast. I have used other crystals as well, allowing their metaphysical properties to coalesce with the inorganic matter, creating an Orgone energy flow effect.

You will also need stir sticks (popsicle sticks will do), gloves or finger cots, silicone or disposable plastic measuring cups (3 for your epoxy mixture and one for each pigment you wish to use), wax paper or silicone mat for your work area, and a torch / toothpick to attack bubbles with. You may also wish to grab a large box to cover your runes while they cure to prevent dust from getting sealed within them. You’ll want to grab some sandpaper or fine grain files (nail files work) to use once your runes have fully cured to smooth the edges.

Tips:

Lay your molds out flat. Store bought molds will have all 25 tiles. Pour a thin layer of clear resin in each reservoir before pouring in pigments or embedding objects.

To get bubbles to come to the surface, use a blow dryer or heat gun to heat the resin and pop them with your torch or toothpick. Bubbles are the most likely to occur around the edges of each engraved glyph, the corners of each tile, and approximately 35 mins into your work as the resin begins to cure and harden. Pay attention to your work time and how long you have to work with your brand of epoxy.

For complex or intricate designs, pour each in layers, allowing 2-4 hours in between for your resin to cure enough so the colors do not mix.

It isn’t necessary to fill each tile’s reservoir to the brim. Try filling them 3/4 of the way each, allowing some room at the top so the resin doesn’t expand and overflow while curing (think pouring muffin mix / batter into muffin cups)

Once your runes have cured (12-24 hours or whatever your product states) you’ll want to gently pop each one out of the mold. If your runes still feel flexible, tacky, or gelatinous, they need to sit longer to cure. Silicone molds are easy to demold, but plastic and other materials can be tricky. If you have trouble removing your project from your mold, there is an abundance of tips / guides on the Resin Obsession blog.

Above you see I have Mod Podge Gloss sealant and some acrylic paint markers. These are for outlining / painting the glyph’s engravings so they stand out against the color of each tile, with the Mod Podge to seal the paint so it doesn’t smudge after drying, adding a nice glossy finish. You can even use metallic Sharpies or other permanent markers to outline, which ironically will stay without a sealant. Should you choose to paint each glyph like I do and end up with a mess, grab some alcohol pads or swabs to touch up any mistakes before applying your sealant. This step is entirely optional- you don’t have to apply a sealant on the paint to benefit from outlining each glyph nor do you even have to paint them - do whatever you think looks amazing! Note: you only need a thin layer of gloss / sealant for this and it can be diluted.

You may wonder why I begin hand filing each rune after I paint and seal them. This is because sometimes the sealant runs off the tile and creates its own cluster of sad hardened material extending off the bottom. I use a regular old nail file on the back of each tile, filing until the back is level, or damn near close to it, and smooth. Depending on the texture of the rune and what resin I chose, I may switch to a very fine grain sandpaper or nail buffing block to smooth and polish.

After filing, I run each rune under warm water and add some mild soap, putting them all into a bowl and swirling / allowing them to soak to remove all residue and debris leftover from filing. More filing may take place after the initial soak if I feel it is needed. I then drain the bowl and dump the tiles on a towel to allow them to air dry.

That’s about it- congratulations! You have made your first rune set! All of this takes place before your runes arrive to you, with each set being spiritually cleansed and charged before packaging. The products mentioned in this guide may be purchased at your local Dollar Store (disposable crafting supplies), craft or hobby store, or online at Amazon / Etsy fairly cheaply.

I hope you enjoyed this guide and thank you for taking a look at my personal creative process! You can find my custom, handmade rune sets in my Etsy shop if you are not as creatively inclined as well!

Happy crafting & blessed be !

Xo Samantha

[lestatdesade]

what pens do you use and why are they so expensive

oh boy anon, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT PENS

but before I begin my pensanity a few notes:

1. I have SEVERE migraines and sensitivity to strong smells. So while there may be copic stans out there saying “but copics don’t smell!”-this is horseshit. I don’t use ANY alcohol-based markers. No sharpies, no copics, no spectrum noir.

2. I don’t feel like using those expensive pigment markers because wow- they’re expensive as fuck. I haven’t even tried them because damn, they’re expensive.

3. As an artist, I consider myself a professional JEWELRY artisan. Meaning that I don’t DRAW professionally. I have never taken an actual drawing class. I don’t want to scream LOOMIS, but fuckin seriously- Loomis. Also Bob Ross’s approach to coloring works pretty good for brush markers, if you’re not an ape handed idiot who smashes pens like a toddler. What I’m saying is that while this stuff I’ve learned from my personal trial/error, my method is probably a bit different than the “standard”. (Standard meaning “someone who has taken an actual professional art class and isn’t just dicking around in their spare time”.)

Drawing is my fun little hobby time and I don’t factor in things like archival quality or lightfastedness bc honestly, I don’t think anyone is going to want to keep any of my current art ten, twenty years from now when those things start to show. Also, I scan everything in photoshop so the high-res digital images are immortal and can be re-printed at anytime. Because I work in pen, which lacks texture, it doesn’t really make a difference if you can see the “3-d” texture like you would an oil or acrylic painting.

4. I buy everything at Michaels and I pretty much always just buy the packs to save money. Packs? But isn’t that EXPENSIVE? Not when you use the “50% off any one item” coupon, it’s A LOT CHEAPER than buying them individually. I know hobbylobby also sells tombow in packs, but their coupons generally only go up to 40% off. Also I go to a dr. weekly whose office is near a michaels so it’s generally just better for schedule that way. 

5. I have arthrtis AND carpal tunnel. I use “short cuts”. I’m not fucking sorry.

ALRIGHTY- SO HERE IT GOES:

Fine Line Details:

http://www.michaels.com/pigma-micron-assorted-fine-tip-black-pens-3pk/10514199.html

TBH, I do occasionally buy these in singles bc I tend to either use .005 or .05 and I rarely use the others. So I run out of the .005 and the .05 FREQUENTLY.

thick black lines:

http://www.michaels.com/faber-castell-pitt-big-brush-artist-pen-black/10279148.html#q=faber+castell+black+pen&start=4

I mostly use this to fill in areas of moderate, solid black space. Since most of my art is of the gothy persuation, I tend to use a fuck ton of these bastards.

Shading:

http://www.michaels.com/tombow-dual-brush-pens-grayscale/10514322.html

These are the motherfucking goldmine bitchtits and I feel like my art has improved 500X since I picked up these bad boys. Are they expensive? Yes. Does I go through them quickly? Oh yeah. But they work so well. They blend like a dream. They’re like using watercolors but with more control and faster dry time. I love them SO MUCH. I find that the pitt artist black is deeper in tone than the tombow brushpen black so I still use that for deep black spaces even though it’s a lot more expensive.

Little highlights: white gel pen. it’s white gel pen. idk what else to say on that.

For pencils- I use a mechnical pencil and a white plastic eraser. It’s nothing special.

Paper I usually use a pretty thick and smooth “bristol” paper. Bristol comes in textured and smooth finishes, I go for the smooth. I guess they have marker-specific cardstock paper but I haven’t tried it yet because I use waterbased and not alcohol based markers so idk if it would make a difference. Some people use water color paper but I don’t because the texture wears down a felt tip nib super fast.

Also if I’m just fucking around doing studies, I like using “pilot g-2 .05 gel” pens. They’re like 5$ for a pack of 6 at walmart and tbh, a single pen lasts me a loooong time even when I’m furiously using it on a ton of stuff. I find the grip comfortable and the ink/point is really super smooth so I don’t require a great deal of pressure and the easy gliding won’t hurt my hand so much. Also I prefer these for any kind of writing because when you write a lot by hand it hurts like hell going to regular ballpoints after using these all the time.

Usually I go through an entire set of pens, like, every six or so drawings? It’s not really “one pen per drawing” bc I use different pens for different things but I do move them quickly enough, and they’re expensive enough that I’d need to charge a supply fee.

[aeroknot]

k so some ns headcanon as requested by @spaceygayroses​

i pulled them from my long-as-fuck (like 700 chapters long) google doc but almost every one of those is like..... paragraphs long!! so i chose shorter ones!!

.....surprising to absolutely no one, i have no self-control when it comes to these two

a ) When naruto met sakura

b ) A mere few, fast weeks into dating, they have a discussion in the early evening about telling friends and family, and they agree to do it the next day. After finally coming up for air during their celebratory makeout session, she tries to shove him out the door to get on with their evening plans, she having to go to work. Deep down she’s amused that as she keeps ending kisses and pulling away, he keeps dazedly following after her with his mouth, not even opening his eyes. She gets persuaded back into it a few times. when a neighbor’s door slams she’s knocked out of their reverie and tells him to stop being a giddy schmuck and go! and laughs as he exaggeratedly swoons down the hallway of her apartment complex (well, she thinks he’s purposefully exaggerating, but he’s not, he’s authentically that mushy / dramatic) At like 1am she wakes up to boisterous noise outside and goes to her balcony to find naruto and kiba and shikamaru, all pretty inebriated tho actually the latter two more so than the former (he’s just using inebriation as a cover), and naruto’s standing on the gate at the edge of the little apartment yards singing songs he’s making up as he goes about how happy he is, crowing about dating his precious sakura-chan. She leans over the edge of the balcony and starts shaking her fist at him and scolding them and he just does the will smith pose and motions to her and shouts at kiba and shikamaru “DO YOU SEE HER!! HAVE YOU EVER MET MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” and they are just guffawing. Sakura hisses “naruto!! My neighbors!!” and he slurs, “awwww fuck ‘em!! One of ‘em slamming their door’s why i’m down here instead of up there loving you! I saved their asses, so they can just deal with me appreciating yours!!” and she just goes “YOU ARE.. SUCH A DUMB. ASS.” “yeah, but i get to be YOUR dumbass!!” “......I’m coming down to get you before Kakashi sics ANBU on you” and they all fully expect he’s done for as they watch her march out the stairwell resolutely, her speed increasing, but then she smiles while she jumps the gate even tho it’s not that tall and hops onto him, her legs around his waist, his hands supporting her under her thighs, and they alternate between laughing giddily and kissing

c ) they get married a month or so after his inauguration, which means HE’S the hokage that legalizes the marriage papers with his signature. and i just like to think… perhaps naruto is still his usual emotional self during the ceremony and does cry in happiness a bit during their vows… but he gets super sappy / sobby when alone in his office and signing the marriage papers as hokage. that’s…. that’s embodying both of his oldest dreams IN ONE MOMENT.

d ) they adopt twice, their first and last kids (of five): first is Arashi, last is Namika -- both names that reference Minato. Arashi asked them to rename him; he was six-ish when they adopted him. Namika’s name referencing Minato actually happens to be coincidence. she’s Shinachiku’s classmate and her parents are killed shortly after they graduate the academy :’( they give her a place to stay and it turns into adoption.

Arashi was shy and quiet with most people. he makes Naruto think of both Minato and Sasuke. Arashi was intimidated by Sasuke at first, but they become real close. Kurama loves Arashi bc he’s clever as fuck and adores studying history. Arashi has insecure attachments and is distrustful/distant for a while but when he’s older becomes a natural leader of his peers (tho sometimes even then can still seem distant). he has a very strong sense of justice like his parents. 

Namika is the perfect blend of chill and motivated. she’s so chill she gets along with all of the siblings. in fact she’s the only one without problems with anybody: shinachiku and sakuya butt heads, and arashi and konohana go at it all the time. while those four are shoved into get-along shirts naruto and sakura cuddle namika really exaggeratedly and joke about the exhausting nature of her siblings

e ) the kiddos kiss kurama good morning (naruto’s tummy)

f ) predictably, he takes every chance he gets to kiss sakura’s forehead, particularly right on her seal (he likes to kid around about her seal and say “sakura-chan, geez, you went through all that trouble training just for this tiny little target for my kiss”). she’s a little bashful, or kinda harumphs when he does it in public or when she’s miffed at him. then their kids notice, first realized by one of the youngest ones, and start copying him, as kids do: learning by imitating their parents. from there on out she’s often in tears or very near tears when they do this.

g ) it’s affection like this that grips her heart with gratefulness to be with him. he is continuously providing all she needs for her insecurities to be soothed and her dreams to be encouraged. these expressions of love are so deeply tailored to how he can best adore all that makes her, her. she sometimes can't believe how every expression of his love is permeated with his intense understanding of who she is, what she wants, often in ways so breathtakingly simple, honest and ingenuous that she wonders if he even consciously realizes the perfect appropriateness of his gestures.

h ) They are constantly hiding ink & brushes & markers from their youngest children bc in addition to mimicking forehead kisses, they’re constantly drawing on each other’s faces to give each other mommy’s “sparkle beauty sticker” and daddy’s “fox-marks” … which…. Unfortunately sometimes they pronounce as “fucks-marks” and naruto kinda…. Shrugs and makes a face like he’s conceding they might have a point (as in marks that once “fucked over” village approval of him)…. sakura’s horrified But she still laughs really hard when he starts calling any scratches he receives from their lovemaking “fucks-marks”

i ) if anyone makes the mistake of saying something particularly negative or abhorrent about naruto in front of her, especially if they’re insulting his suitability as hokage, she’s so incensed she can’t guarantee they’re gonna live to regret it. ...ok, sooo… she can’t and doesn’t actually maim or kill a fellow konoha citizen or any stuck-up diplomats... but damn is the confrontation and reprimand so scary; it’s like she flays their soul so deeply they have no shreds with which to hide their worst sins, guaranteeing no god would ever allow them into any heaven.

j ) naruto has to excuse himself every time sakura takes her gloves off with her teeth

k ) she loves to wash and pamper him. she doesn’t have an explanation for it, really. it can be but doesn’t always become sexual, but of course it’s always intimate. it’s not like a critique on him, finding him too dirty or something (he’s dirty, but usually in the ways she likes), she just really enjoys this avenue for expressing her affection. she likes preparing relaxing baths for him, or shampooing and rinsing his hair. she likes running her hands along his muscles, rubbing oils and lotions into his skin. she even likes to give him gentle little facial treatments if he’s in the mood to let her. (spoiler alert: he’s practically always in the mood to let her.)

l )  this vision came to me on a drive home form work: sakura on her period and being pretty damn miserable as far as cramping went. And she like…  has her arm over her eyes as she’s laying on her back on the bed and bemoaning her situation; she laments that she left her heat pack somewhere or let someone borrow it or something. So naruto just… takes his shirt off and gingerly lays across her, so they’re perpendicular with his stomach resting on hers. And she’s just like “what on earth are you doing” and he nonchalantly replies, “eh… I run hot. I’ll be your heating pad, Sakura-chan ♥”-- .. is… is there like, evidence the kyuubi chakra can make his temperature warm even if he’s not using it to fight?? Idk. either that or he just really does run hot, which makes sense because he is made of sunshine after all. “holy hell it actually helps. The heat along with the pressure” “yep I’m good for hot pressure” he winks at her and she rolls her eyes but is blushing. and so he just… provides his services pretty regularly from that point on. When this popped into my head I laughed for a full three minutes

m ) they both look young for a very long time, much to sooooo many people’s jealous chagrin. this is not bc I don’t like older features on them or want them to be ~~ooh~~~awww~~always the typical version of hotness~~~ it’s bc I legitimately think they both would appear youthful for longer than others bc of their chakra stores, etc. sakura’s would not be as intentional as tsunade’s, but it would still be an obvious side effect, and naruto is, well, naruto: I bet his uzumaki longevity is boosted by the demon chakra… plus his entire soul is youthful tbh

n ) they regularly visit orphanages together, bearing gifts and stories and their kind companionship. it amazes villagers-- how much their hokage and their head medic-nin, love their people. later in life they foster kids. (oh-- they had fostered two before immediately afterward fostering then adopting arashi)

o ) their first kiss is at Ichiraku’s (this hc is one’o those written in paragraphs but this is... the succinct version lmao)

p ) sakura finds the ring. she proposes. he’s so relieved and elated when she does especially because she isn’t mad he delayed (she actually is never harping him about it or lamenting/venting to her friends that they’re not engaged). she goes the grand scale public route. it’s a little unlike her, but she wants to reinforce in his mind and heart that she absolutely wants him, and wants the world to know it

q ) one of their really big fights happens when sakura is nominated as a hokage candidate. (this is also long paragraphs in the doc but i’ll try to summarize askjdlkj; -- update: i DID shorten it even tho it doesn’t seem it alskfjlaks)

she surpasses tsunade in every way: she fucking attains sage mode via wood style because why the hell wouldn’t she kishimoto??? (and i don’t CARE if people are poking holes in this, I will patch them up! let her be amazing--in other words let her be HER and the HEROINE she’s always been evolving into! why be a wet blanket when you can love women in manga? Tim Gunn voice: MAKE IT WORK!) (alsooo you know what I went and re-read this and it dawned on me this person wrote “should have,” not necessarily that she could one day develop this ability post-actual-canon. So I guess the headcanon is that Kishimoto liked women / her and gave her this arc from the beginning and all the details required to necessitate this development were actually present in the story). everyone admires the skills she’s exhibited running the hospital, and because she’s a war hero who is constantly at a major hospital and cures/saves people on the daily -- basically communicating that saving and protecting others is her life’s work -- a lot of citizens know her and really like and respect her... other reasons, etc., moving along tho-- 

naruto never thought his dream could ever be threatened or usurped by one of his most fierce and steadfast supporters. but…. He really loves her. And he’s so proud of her. And so he seriously considers refusing it if they choose him, so it would likely fall to her, or just flat-out taking his name out of the running so it’s not even a choice. It is in part self-sacrifice, but not merely; he respects her; reveres her strength and leadership; agrees she’s been indispensable and reliable for so long, and has worked so hard...  and, geez, he often thought HE was an underdog?? His life’s been no picnic, he’s worked incredibly fucking hard to get through things and evolve to his current station... but, well… his future wife has overcome so much to gain her status and prove herself, too, with as much effort as him, and while she did have teachers on the same level as him, she performed all her heroism with signiiiificantlllyyy less prophetic/demon/bloodline inertia to get her here (and by less we facetiously mean: none).

she’s pissed he’d even consider walking away from this goal. he tries to explain, “sakura. you’ve been my dream, too, for just as long.” it takes an emotional night -- mostly with her pleading for him to understand that she doesn’t want him to and is so sorry she’s ever made him feel like martyring himself is the only way to get her to acknowledge his devotion -- to settle it all. but yeah. he becomes hokage. a GOOD hokage.

r ) i love the idea of kurama just one day smugly bringing to their attention their shared connection to mito (i hc that mito developed the seal technique tsunade and sakura have) “naruto? what’s he saying? what does he mean?” “well, uh… y’know how baachan’s uzumaki mito’s granddaughter? and mito was kurama’s jinchuuriki before my mom? uh… what he’s saying is… mito developed the byakugou by accessing some of his chakra. so… that means…” and she finishes: “we’re both… kind of mito’s disciples?” “thanks ultimately to kurama’s chakra.. and.. being uzumaki...” he says somewhat blankly. and her brows shoot up as a sort of wry smile twitches on her lips, which then turns into a genuine grin. she looks at him with love in her eyes and repeats tenderly, “being uzumaki…” kurama immediately kinda regrets his decision to share this fact when they’re gonna be such sappy nerds about it

s) from my 1sentence challenge but it doubles as a hc: When he opened the door to their cozy apartment he saw her on the living room rug -- knees at a silly angle with fabric draped over her thighs, repeating the motion of her hand moving toward it, then away -- and when he got closer the red thread seemed to glimmer a greeting, her engagement ring winking in tandem, while she lovingly stitched the characters of his destiny onto the new haori.

..........i thought about stopping at n.... and then i decided i needed to get from n to s ;) (i’m embarrassing, i know, it’s ok, i’ve come to terms with it)

[buttercreamroyalty]

Can you write a Jack imagine where he gets the readers name or birthday or something tattooed on himself when he's drunk and when he shows her she's like "dude wtf why would you do that" and laughs about how thick he is sometimes and then all the boys and fans kinda tease him about it but he thinks it was kinda romantic? Idk I just thought this would cute. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everyone knew Jack could do pretty stupid things while drunk, but you,as his girlfriend took care of him not doing things that were too stupid, but last night since you had to stay in the night shift of the hospital you worked on, and even when Jack promised to behave himself you were still worried. So when you arrived home the next morning you went to check up on your boyfriend, luckily he was fast asleep as he laid on his stomach, but when you got a little closer you noticed that your name was written down in his shoulder blade, you ran your fingers along the small and delicate handwriting thinking it was some sort of marker. But your name didn't wiped away, it was still there, that's when you realized it was actually a tattoo "Oh my god" you laughed making the lazy blonde boy up. His eyes were half open but he was still able to identify your soft features so he flashed a smile "Hey babe" he said groggily, you bit your lip trying to hold back your laughs but he obviously noticed "What?" He asked confused "You have my name tattooed on your shoulder" you said not really knowing how to tell him the news, his eyes opened widely "WHAT?" He exclaimed running over to the bathroom mirror, where he noticed the brand new tattoo that he didn't even remembered to get, and it was indeed your name. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he said grabbing his phone and calling the boys "No way!" You heard Conor laugh, Jack groaned "Just hurry up!" After that he ended the call "I must admit this is the stupidest yet most romantic thing you've done for me" you chuckled as you leaned against the door frame Almost an hour later all the boys came to your flat and took turns to inspect Jack's new tattoo before laughing their asses off "This is a whole new level of idiocy" Joe said as he took a few more pics, making the boy run his hands into his hair as he rolled his eyes, you went over to them and sat on Jack's lap "To be honest, it is" you laughed "Hey!" "I mean I love you Jack, but what the fuck?" He rolled his eyes avoiding your gaze "Aw baby don't get mad at me" you pouted trying to kiss his lips but he pulled away making you kiss his cheek. The boys gasped dramatically before they started hollering "Drama" again and again, you smirked before crossing your arms over your chest, your back facing his chest, everyone waiting for your response "Oh well I guess I'll have to look for another boyfriend born in 1994 so my tattoo's not pointless" you shrugged making everyone's jaw drop as they stared at you speechless. You stood up and went over to the kitchen counter pouring yourself a glass of juice as if what you had just said wasn't a big deal "Wait, what?" Jack asked still completely dumbfounded, you rolled your eyes as you headed back to were everyone was. Putting your feet in Jack's leg you lifted the fabric of your jeans just enough for them to see the ink around the bone of your ankle, and it indeed said "1994" "Holy shit" Conor blurted out "You're both idiots then" you chuckled before turning to your boyfriend the satisfied smirk plastered on his face caused you to wink at him

[punkwithpaints]

College Weeb

Finally, I’m away from high school and in college. None of the weebs had went to the college I chose. Thank God. I was so excited my dudes. I’d be in COLLEGE art classes. I would finally not just be limited to 2 rooms, BUT A WHOLE BUILDING DEDICATED TO ART. I was very happy about it. The idea of having a whole semester dedicated towards just 1 area, such as painting, was just awesome to me. On top of they, they had offered course I’d never been able to take before, so more or less, I was super excited to learn new things. Also, I’d get to be around people who actually knew how to draw. Or so I thought.

I had a drawing 1 class and a Color Theory painting class. (I’m just gonna refer to it as Painting 1) So, my drawing class rolls around and I go on up there and sit on one of the bar stools which we’re in a circle. A girl is already sitting to the left of me, wearing a beanie and had various pins on her bag. I wanted to talk to someone, but like I’ve said before, I’m not the best at starting a conversation. Luckily (not so much now), she started talking, saying hi and the sort. The small group of us that had gathered started to talk about what year we all were and where we’re from. Weeb is just gonna be called Weeb cause I’m running out of initials. She was the one sitting to my left. She kept talking to me, and I didn’t mind as we talked about what we thought the class was going to be like and all that. Seemed nice enough. She asked me what I drew, I told her I was into fantasy type things and mythical creatures. She told me she like, yep, anime. Alright, that’s fine. I don’t mind if you doodle it on your free time and such, but I was positive that a person in college, going to be an art major, had their own style other than just anime. I figured she just used it for quick sketches, certain commissions, whatever. Our teacher came in, and honestly, I loved this professor. He was this small Asian man, kinda old, and was blunt as fuck. This is important for later. This teacher is very excited to see our work, and tells us he would love to see our sketchbooks. If we would like to bring them in, he’d love to check them out.

Now, I loved this idea, given that I had been working on large, detailed headshots of my characters, some fan art, and other things, and would love to hear his feedback right off the bat. I double check with him next class period, asking if he would mind if I brought mine in. He was very excited and told me he would love it. So, next time I had him, I brought my current sketchbook and my concept sketchbook, as usual. What I didn’t know was that, yeah, my teacher was going to talk to me about him, but he also wanted to show and talk to the class about it as well. I didn’t really mind, given that he asked first and everyone seemed really nice in this class. I said I didn’t mind and he asked everyone to scoot up to the table he was at and passed my sketchbooks around, telling everyone to be careful. I’m not the best at receiving compliments face to face, due to the fact I’m very flattered and don’t know what to say. (Seriously though, thanks to anyone who likes my art <3) Soon enough I was getting students complimenting me about how much they loved my stuff, how cool it looked, and other things. I was very flattered and thanked them repeatedly. When someone would do the whole, “I wish I was this good” or whatever, I’d tell them they were, just in their own way.

I’d like to make a disclaimer again: By no means do I consider myself an amazing, perfect artist. Hell nah. I got so much to learn and work on, and I think I’m ‘okay’ at best. I never want someone to tell me they wish they were as good as me and such, because I take that as they’re comparing themselves to me and saying I’m better. I firmly believe in the idea that artists shouldn’t compare their skill level to another artists to judge their work. Compare it to something you did a year or so ago! Your improvement and skill level is YOUR improvement and skill level, not everyone else’s, you got this. <3

Anyway, pep talk out of the way, lets move on. Weeb saw it and was suddenly like, quiet, I really don’t remember her saying much actually. I didn’t really think about it though, since I had been talking to another classmate about what marker brands I used and going over the inking pens we liked. (I was so happy to talk to people who geeked out about this stuff as much as I did.) My teacher told me I was a great artist and he would love to see what else I make.

Alright, so as we go through the semester, I’m having a great time. My drawing class just used graphite/charcoal for our drawings, and I was happy to get back into the swing of using them. At some point, my teacher had been talking to weeb about one of her drawings, and asked if she had an art background. Some people in this class were taking it as an elective, so some people didn’t have any experience with art. She came all pouty to me and was like, “I’m really upset.” I don’t really care too much, but go ahead. She went on to tell me about how she was upset that our teacher thought she had no art background.

Being honest, I totally thought she didn’t either…She didn’t know shading, she didn’t know proportions, she didn’t know the difference between graphite and charcoal, didn’t know the difference between oil and acrylic paints. Y’all know how when you buy brushes, the package or display usually has what media they’re best used for printed on them? She saw one that said all purpose, and still asked what she could use them with. Absolutely no common sense, even with the bare basics of art. Now, I tried so hard to help explain things to her, but it just went right over her head.

We were in this art club on campus, by the way, and this group had a group chat. This is gonna all come into play later.

During Christmas break, I had taken all my art supplies back with me and sat my workspace back up. I had taken a picture and sent it to the group chat, telling everyone I was excited to have my workspace all fixed back up and asked if they were excited for break. Everyone talked about Christmas Break and was sending pics of their setup as well, since we had never got to see each others actual set ups or rooms, and we had talked about them frequently.

Now, in my photo, in a kinda obscure area, I have a Babe Ruth tin that I store some of my pens in. Weeb messages me privately, zoomed into that tin and was like, “Where did you buy that?” Okay, whoa, weird, how hard were you looking at my photo bro? Whatever, I tell her I had found it in the paint bin when I was the Paint Master in drama. She asks, “So, you didn’t buy it?” No, obviously not, considering I FOUND it. She lets it go.

Christmas came and went, and she messaged me, telling me she had gotten some Prismacolor markers. Cool dude. She bragged about how she had been watching a bunch of tutorial and read up on them. HOWEVER, she immediately started to ask me how to use them and the such. Okay, fair game, I’ll help you considering you’ve never used them, but if you’ve read and looked at a bunch of research, why are you asking me? I’ll help though, maybe she just needs some verification or something. She proceeds to ask, “What’s the difference between a brush nib and a bullet nib???” Bruh. I thought you said you looked at research? What the hell? So, I explain it all and give my personal opinion on which one I liked better and why. She continued to ask question, being such as, “How do you shade, like, a pale skin tone?”

Bitch. The fuck? With some pale ass markers? Nah, the most jet black marker you can find. I explained it anyway.

“Why are there green and blue markers in my set if it’s skintone?”

Boi. Cause they cool colors used for shading. How do you not understand that?

“So, how do you shade with markers???”

Bittttttttttttttch. I explain how to pick out color choices and the whatnot. I tell her that I usually start with my undertones and then my base color. Then I keep moving up to darker colors and purples/blues.

BRO SHE ARGUED WITH ME.

“Um, so you color in the whole area with your base??? I don’t think you do that! It’ll dry out and you can’t blend them together.”

I told her how they were alcohol based and could normally blend just fine with each other as long as you weren’t waiting like, days or something like that. A minute or two won’t kill it.

“No, I don’t think that’s right. How do you make it not streaky?”

Whatever, fine, fuck it, welcome to Burger King because have it your way I guess. I told her when it came to making sure the marker didn’t look streaky when putting it down was something that depended on how you held it personally and that the best way to learn it was mainly from practice. She seems bummed it’s not something that instantly happens but oh well. She told me she was gonna be coloring something she inked and asked how long she should wait for the ink to dry. I told her I never really had an issue with my ink pens smudging, so maybe a minute or so just to make sure? She waited 40 minutes. I told her that when she got started coloring it with the markers, that new markers are very saturated with ink and may bleed a little, so stay away from the lines some to give it some room just in case.

Now, remember I told her to lay down her main color first, completely, and to work it up? She told me she read/watched a tutorial (Oh hey, there’s the tutorials you said you watched a million of.) that said to do it in sections. I’m not opposed to that, but honestly, if you color a section completely, then try to start another section, is it not gonna look streaky and wrong considering the edges have had time to dry? Like, it’s gonna take you 30 minutes to an hour for that one section, IDK, isn’t that plenty of time for it to dry, like you feared it would???

Sure kid, just go for it. I’m talking to a wall here. Little while later she messaged me and was like:

“I fucked up.”

Sure enough, she did the whole section coloring thing and was right against the lines, so it bled everywhere and wasn’t blending right.

Nailed it.

Later on in the year, the next semester, I was taking a 3D class (making large sculptures out of cardboard) and a Digital class (Learning to use photoshop and all that.). She was in 3D with me. This semester really let me see how crazy this person was.

There is this Art and Literature novel/magazine thing my college did every year. You could enter up to 6 pieces in the art area. 3 for publishing, and 3 for the cover art. I still wasn’t very good at photoshop, so I just submitted 3 things for publishing. She entered too and so did a lot of my friends from the art group. There was an upperclassmen in our group who I’ll call K. K knew her way around Photoshop and the sorts, so she submitted for the cover art. By this point, I had already had one of the girls (sweetest person I know) admit to me that weeb was talking shit behind my back because I had mentioned that I didn’t find anime very original. She said I was bashing other artists styles to make myself look better and that I was stuck up, all that good stuff.

I wasn’t surprised considering I ha began to see through her and realize she was one of /those/ people. After I had begun to realize that (before Christmas break) I had been trying to talk to her less, considering she would also come into where I was working and not leave me alone for the whole day.

(Sidenote: I’m someone who very much prefers to be alone when I’m working. Honestly, I like to be alone by myself most of the time. There’s a few people I usually don’t mind sitting and being around me during these times. She wasn’t one. In 3D foundations class, it’s a very demanding class so you’d have to stay long hours after class to finish the project on time. I work fast, like I mentioned, and I would stay up until 3-4 in the morning anyway, just chilling in the art building. She’d constantly just invite herself over to where I was working to work too. Me working around her turned into, “Come over here and help me work instead of doing your project.” So, due to her constantly asking me to come over and help her, I didn’t finish as quick as I normally did. I had mentioned to her quite a few times that I prefer to work alone and not have anyone in the room. Again, went over her head. She took it as ‘I told you I like to be alone, but since I told you, you can stay because I totally don’t mean you.’. Especially you. One night, I’ve literally gotten 10 hours of sleep in the last 3-4 days. It’s 1 in the morning and I’ve done all I can to my project. Like, I can’t do anything else because I didn’t have what I needed. Considering I hadn’t been leaving until 4AM a lot of the times, hell yeah I was leaving and going to bed. So I start packing my stuff up and she noticed. “Wait!!! Are you leaving?!?”

Yeah.

“Don’t leave!!!!!! I get scared being in here alone!!!!”

She made me feel bad so I stayed.

Until fucking 3:30 in the morning. Again.

I mentioned multiple times how tired I was, how I hadn’t slept really. She just goes, “Wow, how are you alive??” Bitch I ain’t. I’m fucking dead and you’re the one who killed me.

She tried to pull this stunt again next week. I just looked at her and went, “You’ll be alright.” And left. I’m not your babysitter. Next morning, she started to try and guilt trip me.

“Yeah, I stayed about an hour after you left, but I started getting scared and cried, I had to leave.” I took a sip of my coffee and went, “Not my problem.” (Are you seeing where my fucks are going? That’s right, right out the window.) She kept trying to stay in the art building as long as I did after I mentioned that I usually stayed until 4AM, either working on something, or just watching videos since I didn’t want to bother my roommates. I could be over analyzing, but I feel like her mindset was, “If I stay in here as long as they do, I’ll be just as good.”

Nope, try again. It’s not the time you spend in the art building, it’s how you work to improve yourself.

Also, everyday in 3D, when I’d walk by I’d say hello, just to be nice. Never got one back, always, “Ugh, I’m going to kill myself.” Or “Kill me” because she would bitch and moan about how hard the project was. She’d always always whine and cry that her’s were bad (tru) and our teacher was going to fail her and no one would look at her sculpture, dumb shit basically. End sidenote.)

My first red flag that this person was /that/ type of person was when we completed our first 3D foundations project. One of her ‘friends’ (weeb talked shit about them, as you’ll see.) had made this really awesome, large scale 20 sided die, complete with each number carved out. It was super cool and everyone really liked it. Later that week, Weeb is talking to me and she’s like, “I’m mad that M is getting so much attention for their project! That was my idea first!”

She went on to explain that the 2 of them had brainstormed together and that was one of the ideas they had come up with. M had really liked the idea and asked if she wanted to do it, which Weeb told them no, they were considering a different thing. M went ahead and did it. Weeb got pissed????? What???? Where is your logic? You told them to go ahead.

That was my next red flag, they were ‘friends’ with someone only to shit talk about them and be mad that they were doing well. She’d constantly be complaining to me about how M always was showing off and didn’t deserve to be noticed like that. (Dudes I don’t even know.) I tended to ignore her because I liked M and enjoyed their stuff, and knew that Weeb was a jealous jerk. A few weeks later, Me and Weeb are in 3D. It’s about 2 and a half hours long, so we can take a break to go get food or whatever since it’s early in the morning. She notices I’m getting my lanyard and getting ready to go get some coffee and food. She wants to come with me and I can tell she’s being pouty about something. Now, I want to clarify something. This isn’t like, you noticed your friend seems a little sad and ask them what’s wrong, nope. She would always sigh and pout and drop cryptic messages like some 13 year olds DeviantArt journal. Sure enough, we head outside, it’s raining. All I have is a flannel with a hood. She’s got an umbrella. Never once asked if I wanted to share the umbrella. Whatever, I like rain. K comes running up to us, very excited and was like, “Guys!! I just got told I won the cover art area!” I was very happy for her, and told her congrats and such. Weeb literally doesn’t say jackshit and just glares. We keep walking after that and I try to start up a conversation. “I love the rain. It’s so nice.” Or something to that effect. Of course I get a pouty huff and a “I’m really upset about that.”  What? The rain???? What?

“That K won that. She’s not that good, like, I could do better! She didn’t deserve that.” Bitch, excuse the fuck me? By this time we’re in the Starbucks on campus. I’ve already decided I’m not dealing with this and just gave small, “Mhm. Yeah.” As answers as I ordered and let her bitch. I got my food and we sit down. She literally hasn’t stopped ranting. Then she drops this bombshell, not kidding.

“I know I shouldn’t be, but I get jealous when other artists are better than me.”

She just stared at me and I sat there 100% done with this bullshit, but I had set a goal for myself to try and be supportive and to help others, use my words, ya know? Rather than being like, “You fucking dipshit what the fuck-“ I just said, “Yeah, jealousy isn’t a good thing when it comes to art. It tends to hinder someones ability to improve, and artists shouldn’t compare themselves to others, rather you should go to them for inspiration and guidance.” Holy shit high five me, you said words that didn’t include, ‘Fuck you’ in them. ONCE AGAIN, SHE COMPLETE IGNORES MY ATTEMPT AT HELP. “Yeah, well, I just can’t help it.” Bitch, yes you fucking can, if you actually tried at it, but apparently you don’t try at anything. I decided to try a different approach.

“I use to be like that, and got jealous at artists that were better, but looking back, I saw absolutely no growth in my work from that time.”

#Read@10:34 and ignored of course. “But you’re good now!!” MOTHERFUCKER. Because I stopped being a jealous twat at the age of 11????? Jesus Christ. “Well, what did you submit for the cover art? Maybe I can help you.” This ho looks at me and goes:

“Oh, I didn’t enter anything.”

What. The actual. Fuck.

Done. Done, 100% done. Fuck this Shit I’m out. You literally can’t be this fucking dense. I just blocked everything out at that and went back to the class. Now I was really trying to avoid talking to this weeb.

During this time, I was also voted to be the president of the art group, while K was told she could be Vice President. Weeb literally bullied/harassed her out of the position by messaging her like, “I really wanted that position, are you sure I can’t do it?? You’re always too busy to come to meetings.”

On down the year, I had entered 3 pieces to be judged to be put into an art exhibit. She did too. I didn’t tell her I was doing it because I knew she’d get all mad about it. My 3 pieces got in, hers didn’t. She started to complain and whine immediately, trying to get me to compliment her stuff. “My stuff is never good enough I guess.” Tru. Moving on.

I had gotten pretty well distinguished in the art department. I had gotten a lot of awards and the teachers liked to talk to me. Around this time, M was told one of her photography pieces had been accepted into the Colleges Art and Literature book, and I was also told my work was also accepted. I didn’t mention it at first, since Weeb hadn’t gotten in. I knew she’d be pissed. Finally, I mentioned. She acted all proud and was like, “Oh, congrats!” I knew she didn’t mean it for a second. Another friend of mine (Not an art major, but drew in their spare time,) took an art class for fun. She had left a critique and noticed Weeb talking to M and someone else, telling them that I was ‘always trying to one up her’ and ‘leaving their sketchbook open for compliments.’ And ‘showing off.’ Keep in mind, I had no sketchbooks for these classes. Only a small one to sketch a quick layout for my 3D project, since we had to have a model. She wasn’t even in my other class. The other 2 classes from last semester was the drawing class (no sketchbook, just giant art pads.) and painting class, which she wasn’t in. So????????? My friend let me know.

I was officially done. I wasn’t dealing with this again, in college, from people who were suppose to be adults. Now, she had texted me on like, Wednesday at 11 PM asking if I was in the art building, which I was, but damn it leave me alone, so I didn’t reply. It was around finals week. I was done with my art finals (Making the piece, not presenting), so once again I was in the art building, watching videos. I’ve been on the group chat, basically quoting word from word what she had said and telling my friends how people like that are just horrible people. Everyone was agreeing and Weeb hadn’t answered. So I strolled my petty ass right on over, next door, to the 3D room (I was in painting) and Weeb and another girl (that was actually another friend.) was in there. I sat down by the other girl, E, and started telling her about this ‘person’ that said these things, and quoted what she had said.

Deadass Froze.

She still tried to talk and put in input like she totally didn’t say that. I headed back to the painting room until 4 AM rolled by and I started to head out. Now, I could have went left and to an elevator where she wouldn’t see me leave. But remember, she’s scared to be alone. So, I went right and in front of the 2 doors that were open to that room. I made sure she saw me leave and I heard this feeble, “Hey!!” Kept walking.

Got to my dorm and finally replied to the message she sent (It was like, Thrusday or Friday now.) I answered it with:

No, I left.

“I know, I saw you.”

Good, thought so.

“Hey, I read the group chat. I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I ever said anything like that. If I ever said anything like that and offended you, I’m sorry.”

I was pissed. You’re gonna try and deny it when I have 2 separate people telling me you’re talking shit? You’re just mad you got caught. So I didn’t reply until the next day, since me and a bunch of friends went out to eat to celebrate almost being done with the year. I replied back with,

“I’ve had 2 different sources come to me and let me know you were saying those things behind my back. I had to deal with that all through highschool, and frankly, I’m not dealing with it in college. Have a good summer.”

She never answered, but funny enough, she ran back to the 1st girl she that she bitched about me to and started trying to make me look like the bad person, saying she never said that stuff. Funny bro.

So next semester, I get to deal with kicking her out of the group, considering I’ll be president and I don’t stand for that kind of stuff. Wish me luck.

[bujo-lettuce-tomato]

Revisiting Summer One Last Time

Looking back on it, this was a half-decent summer. I didn’t go anywhere, didn’t do anything much, but I’m at peace with what it was. It was productive, at least! I got to work through some personal issues, as well as a bunch of physics problems :P

May

Well, half of it. I flew home, and got to spend two weeks chilling and hanging out with friends. After a really intense semester, this was really nice-- for about five days, then I realized I was bored to the point of anxiety. I know that seems kind of counterintuitive, but it happens. One day, I double checked the times for the physics classes I had signed up for at my local community college, and it’s a good thing I did: I accidentally signed up for one on the complete opposite end of town from where I live! Luckily, I was able to switch it. May was full of weird feelings and loose ends, and not much to bullet journal about.

June

Summer school started! I took physics 1 as a 5-week, and it was actually a fun class, since I had a really excellent professor and a table full of fun people to work and study with. I also started seriously tracking water intake and exercise. I’ve never liked running, but I made myself do it because I figured I didn’t really want to be totally unfit when the school year started. I also worked really hard on physics. The class itself wasn’t difficult, and transfer credit doesn’t affect my GPA one way or another, but I knew I would feel bad if I didn’t do my personal best. I ended up with a very high A :)

July

I took physics two during the second summer session with my friend! :D and it was a 7AM! :D and I tried to run every morning before school... which surprisingly actually worked out, until I ended up falling out of my sleep schedule. Lol. Summer two wasn’t so great, school-wise. The professor was disorganized, to put it nicely, and while the material wasn’t too hard (mostly because it had to be condensed into 5 weeks lol) I ended up teaching myself a lot. Also, were assigned a group project to do over the entire summer session and kept hitting roadblock after roadblock, but perseverance and a lot of creative thinking (aka improvising the heck out of things) got us through it! Also, my best friend and her gf took bio 1 together, and I absolutely had to help them... cue several nights explaining the cell cycle and the central dogma of molecular biology, and several 6AM bus rides to get between her place and my community college. She passed by two points, I got an A in physics 2, everyone wins!

August

My final two weeks back home went by too slow until they were almost gone, and then I was left wishing I had more time. I went on a hike with my dad, which was really hard but really worth it! (And I ran into a cactus... the cactus won.) I binge-read through most of Tamora Pierce’s books, did a couple sewing projects, and had many, many good naps. I started setting up my fall/September spreads, too, which I’ll post about next week! I got to see my best friend one last time in her new apartment, and then we drove over 700 miles in one day to drop my sister and I off at our respective colleges (Texas is huge, y’all. HUGE.) I’ve been here almost a week now, enjoying the awful humidity being back on the campus I love, around the organization that’s become my life, and getting to be with some of the people who make me the happiest. So many super sappy senior feels, so little time :’)

Selected Weekly Spreads

(more summer weeklies are here)

Purple and turn-of-the-millenium pop lyrics. I didn’t really do much that week but I’m really happy with this spread anyway :P

I know studyblr is all ~brush lettering~ and ~pretty cursive~, but I really really like graffiti-style lettering, and blending sharp corners with organic curves. I can’t for the life of me figure out drop shadows though, oh well :P Also LOL at 2-day shipping taking three days, and on top of that, my ambitious Sunday being rescheduled. It happens :P

The final week of Summer 2! I didn’t set a space for my weekly summary, but it worked out. The week before I got a Marvy Uchida Gel Reminisce pen in white, so I took advantage of that :3 My only problem is that it takes a little bit of rolling around to get the ink to flow freely, and you have to write at a weird angle and apply a certain pressure (or at least what’s weird for me, idk about proper hand posture). But it works and I got it on sale, lolz.

Materials Used:

From Michael’s:  "Get it done” full box sticker from the Create365 “Rainbow” sticker book, checklist banner from the Create365 “Basics” sticker book, “Get it done” sticker from the Create365 “Today is the Day” sticker book.

Other: Papermate Flair medium markers, Sharpie fine-tip pen, Zebra mildliners from the pink, blue, and yellow packs, Marvy Uchida Gel Reminisce in white