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viperrot · 2 years ago

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⇁high school sweethearts | leon kennedy | pt. 5

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!band-student!reader high school au

the kennedy girls are much sweeter than their older brother, who seems to have completely forgotten the midnight serenade he gave you the night before.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

content contains: mild angst, is this even enemies to lovers? i dont know anymore., mean? leon, cliches, story is told in first person, reader is a bit shy and is an oboe and trumpet player!, leon and reader are in their juniour year, fictional town set around 1980!

not proofread i am sleepy

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song rec: "sketching on the boat" from when marnie was there

The school day was horrifically long, so much so that I found myself dozing off in my English class. The lectures given by the stocky old teachers made my head hurt as the events of last night replayed over and over in my mind, the image of Leon's crooked smile forever etched in my memory.

Despite what he did to me, I couldn't find the want to be angry at him in that moment.

The dreaded hour of chemistry rolled around, and I found myself sitting awkwardly in my not-assigned-assigned seat. Leon's presence to my right made the hairs on the back of neck raise. My fingers grip the wooden pencil tight, anxiously scribbling down notes about calorimetry in my composition book. As Mrs. Bradshaw droned on about our lab for next class and being safe, I took a peek to my right, stealing a glance at the blonde boy next to me.

His head is tilted down as he jots down notes, and I smile to myself when I remember how disgusting his handwriting was last night. His eyebrows knitted together as he quickly wrote, his ballpoint pen dragging against the college-ruled paper. Leon's hair jostled slightly as his wrist flicked quickly, and I grew to admire his attention to the lecture, but the thought leaves my mind quickly when I remember what had happened between us.

The memory of my oboe slamming into the ground made my gut turn, and I recall the smug smile Leon had when he saw the look of despair on my face.

How could he be so sweet to me despite all that happened?

I don't realize how intently I stared at him until his eyes lock onto my own, and I immediately feel my throat go dry. If my stomach wasn't hurting ten minutes ago, it's definitely hurting now. The pen in Leon's fingers spun between each digits, hypnotically looping. We exchange awkward looks, and his lips twitch and pucker slightly, as if searching for words to say to me, but he couldn't whisper anything due to Mrs. Bradshaw calling for him.

"Mr. Kennedy, you have time to ogle girls after class," she scowls from the front of the room, the think chalk in her hands still on the blackboard. The ace's attention snaps to the teacher, his mouth slightly agape as his eyes dart around in search of an excuse.

"Can't help it, ma'am," Leon says coolly, leaning back into his desk chair with a soft smirk.

"Right... Please don't let me catch you staring at Mrs. (L/n) again, Mr. Kennedy," the woman sighs, resuming her lesson. Leon throws another look my way, and I notice how his leg shakes as he continues to play with the pen in his hand. I flash him an awkward grin before turning my attention back to the notebook on my desk, wanting to focus on my notes again. The last stretch of class begins, and I find myself sneaking glances at Leon more than once.

I don't notice him returning the favour.

"Leon!" I grab the sleeve of his Carhartt jacket as we walk out of the lab, the thick fabric between my fingers as I pull him to the side. He shoots me a glare, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at me with his nose slightly turned up.

"Do you need something?" He sneers at me, eyes piercing and harsh. I swallow dryly as I recognize the hostility in his body language.

"Can we like... talk?" I press, my lips forming a tight frown.

"About what? Your stupid clarinet?" The blonde's eyebrow raises, and I cringe slightly at the sound of him calling my oboe a clarinet.

"Last night... Y'know, how you played the-"

"I have no clue what you're talking about," Leon's nose crinkles as he tugs his wrist out of my grip. I look at him confused, not understanding how he could forget such a moment between us.

"Wh- how could you forget? Remember how we-" Immediately, he grabs the strap of my bookbag and drags me to a less crowded part of the hallway, gently pushing me into a locker with his hands resting atop my shoulders.

"Listen, princess," he sighs. "I can't let people knowing I'm into shit like that, okay? I already get enough talk in this hellhole as it is," he explains to me, and I feel some form of guilt tug at my heart. Even then, I grew even more confused.

"I... but why?" I frown at the boy, feeling tense beneath his grip.

"Whaddya mean 'why'? I just... don't wanna come off as a nerd," Leon chuckles humorlessly. The look on my face deepens.

"Leon," I pull his hands away from my shoulders, holding his left with a gentle squeeze. "Music isn't something you should just... turn away from. Why not share it with your friends?" I see Leon scowl slightly as he tugs his hand out of my grip.

"It isn't that simple..." he sighs, shaking his head softly. Blonde hairs dance around his face, concealing his icy blue eyes from my gaze.

"But-"

"See you around, princess," Leon turns on his heel, readjusting his backpack as he walks away from me as if nothing happened. I feel a headache begin as I scold myself for not stopping him, for not forcing him to talk to me or even pay for the damage he did to my poor oboe. I huff, disappointed in myself as I begin to walk to the band room.

The journey isn't long, and I find myself slumped in my chair towards the back of the room as I set up my trumpet. As I checked the valves of the brass item, the mouthpiece was wedged underneath my thigh to get it warm--a habit I've had since sixth grade. The instrument was greased and oiled to my liking, the valves and slides moving without any problems.

I inserted the mouthpiece before playing a simple chorale, adjusting my lips against the instrument as I tune myself.

"Sweet pea," I hear someone call from my left, knowing immediately that it was just Samantha. I pull my trumpet away from my face, turning my body in the plastic chair to look over at my best friend.

"What's up?" I cock my head to the side, curious as to what she has to say. She's got this funny look on her face as she crouches down to my level.

"Someone told me that you're gunna be tutoring the Kennedy girls... Is it true?" The flutist whispers to me softly. I'm taken aback at this, my brows knitting together.

"Who told you that...?" I give her a concerned expression. She giggles softly.

"Sunday, after church, your mom told my mom about it. I didn't think it was true, so I wanted to confirm with you," Samantha explains, getting up from her hunched position. I roll my eyes.

"Of course she told them," I grumble, flipping the pages of my binder to find the list of pep-tunes being used for this football season. "Yeah, I am. Their dad wanted them to like... be prepared for high school or whatever," I explain, slightly embarrassed. Samantha laughs under her breath.

"I see! Well, if you ever need an extra hand, I'm a drive away," she pats my shoulder before heading to the front of the room, sitting in her chair just inches away from the podium before class began.

Trios.

Glasses of water, stands, and wooden chairs from the dining room sat in the center of my bedroom.

Anxiety filled my stomach as I sit in one of chairs, my leg bouncing up and down as I try to calm myself. The air felt extremely hot all of the sudden as I stare down the book in front of me, the inked staffs and eighth notes taunting me as I await the arrival of the Kennedy girls.

I learned that the youngest was named Sherry. She played the euphonium, and I heard she wasn't the best at it from her father the other day. The other girl, Christina, is a trumpet player. She's a year older than Sherry, and she will be enrolling into Everglade High School next year. Their father speaks pridefully about them, and I can't help but find it a bit cute.

Even so, my nerves never faltered. Especially not when the doorbell rang.

I hear my mother greet the two girls, giving them a warm welcome before stomping up the stairs and towards my room. My heart pounded as I hear a gentle knock on my bedroom door.

"(Y/n)? The girls are here," she states. I stumble out of the wooden chair over to the door, opening it wide to let them in with a sheepish smile.

"Hey! It's good to see you," I awkwardly greet them. They nod at me in a similar manner as they enter my room, their footsteps pit-patting against the floorboards as they carefully walk over to the circle of chairs in the center of my bedroom. I take a seat, which is closest to my bed with my trumpet resting close to the foot of the chair. I clear my throat, trying to ignore the awful tension in the pit of my stomach as I took in the sight of the young girls in front of me.

They sat in the dining chairs daintily, their instrument cases set against the wooden chairs as they settled down. Sherry was a frail thing with baby blue eyes and her blonde hair styled in a low pony with a sweet red ribbon tied on the crown of her head. Her baby-blue vest was checkered, worn over a white dress shirt with a blue tie just under her chin. She also wore baggy cornflower shorts that went down just a hair past her knees.

The other girl, Christina, had chocolate brown hair that flowed freely down her back in long tresses, a bit matted. Her attire consisted of a simple pastel pink sweater and blue jeans that fit her legs a bit loosely. Her eyes were the the same shade of light blue as the rest of her siblings along with their button noses and fair skin. It was easy to tell that they were all related—the Kennedy's had very prominent features, especially with those perfect eyes of theirs.

It was hard to believe these girls are going to start high school so soon with how little they look, but I choose not to comment about it, clearing my throat with a cough before speaking.

"So... let's get to know each other before we start anything...!"

Posture is everything, I've learned.

I spent a good half of the two-and-a-half-hours with the girls trying to figure out why they sounded so... stale before realizing that they were both slouching in their seats. Their backs were hunched over the slightest amount to make them sound so weak while playing, and I had noticed only thirty minutes before our session ended.

Sherry and Chris—I had learned that she preferred to be called Chris—sat straight in their respective dining chairs, shoulders back with their bums at the edges of their seats. The younger of the two looked so little with the big ole euphonium planted in their lap that I was worried Sherry couldn't reach the mouthpiece at one point. Despite our bumps throughout the lesson, I came to like the Kennedy Girls.

Sherry, despite looking as fragile as a porcelain doll, wasn't afraid to get dirty. She easily slicked her fingers up with slide grease when I asked her to check her instrument before we tuned together, and even threatened to bet with her older sister about drinking valve oil which I immediately broke up. Even so, she was soft spoken for the most part, only ever getting rowdy if she was talking to her sister.

Chris was naturally smart-mouthed—it reminded me so much of her dear old brother. The difference between her when we first began the lesson to the end was quite apparent, it was hard to believe she was shy at all. The brunette played the trumpet quite well for her age, and I found myself satisfied with how she and Sherry learned so quickly.

"I think that's a enough for today, yeah?" I rest my trumpet on my lap and give the girls a soft smile. They nod in agreement, and I watch their jaws wiggle back and worth uncomfortably. I chuckle softly. "Go ahead and pack up and then I'll walk you two home, okay?"

"Okay!" they hum in unison, immediately reaching for their soft cases beneath their chairs. I get up to set my own instrument on my bed before leaving my bedroom, walking towards the bathroom just down the hall. Halfway through the short distance, a fake cough snaps me out of my thoughts. To my right is Damien's room, the door wide open to show me his lazy self lounging on his messy bed. I raise an eyebrow at him, my arms crossing below my chest.

"What do you want, Dami?" I tap my foot against the ground expectantly. He sticks his tongue out with a blank expression, looking at me upside on his bed.

"You guys are super loud," the idiot comments. You click your tongue at this.

"We're playing brass instruments. Of course we're loud," I walk away from his door and continue towards the bathroom.

I ignore his quips as I wash my hands, making quick work to get back to the girls. When I walk back into my room, I see them close my window and lock it, and an uneasy feeling fills my stomach. The two children notice me with light blushes dusting their faces, and I cock my head to the side questioningly.

"Was I interrupting something...?" I ask hesitantly. They shake their heads as a no, hands behind their back like ducklings as they try to act innocent. I decide it's best to not pester and keep the questions to myself.

"Are you two ready to go home then? I'm sure your dad wants you home for dinner," I walk towards the door of my bedroom, motioning them to follow. I watch them pick up their instruments before waddling up to me.

We walk out to the lower story together, the two girls trailing behind me. I lead the out the door silently, bidding my parents goodbye as we stepped out onto the porch. The autumn sun began to set, painting the sky in perfect hues of gold, pink, and blue as us three walked across the street. The distance to their house was short and sweet, and we stood on the front doorstep in a matter of seconds. The Kennedy Girls turn to face me, crooked-toothed smiles on their faces.

"Thank you for the lesson today, Missus!" they beam, and I feel my heart squeeze. I ignore the fact that they called me "missus" and flash them a smile back.

"Of course. I'll see you girls tomorrow in the high school band room, okay?" I remind them. Sherry looks a bit confused, but Chris quickly nods before dragging her sister into the house. When the door opens, I spot Leon standing a few steps away in the hall, watching us with a glass of milky-pink liquid in his hand.

He looked so innocent and sweet, but I wouldn't be fooled.

The ace has a cold look in his eyes, the same eyes the Kennedy family seemed to all share. His peachy lips are pressed into a tight, thin line as he glares at me from his spot in the hall before he looks down at his sisters with a cheesy smile that reaches his ears. It was almost terrifying how quickly his demeaner changed.

The door shut close with a light slam a soft clicking sound, telling me that the girls locked it.

I hold my breath as I begin the journey back to my home, silently wishing that tonight I can hear the sweet strum of a guitar before I go to bed.

finally the fifth part UHHHH this one kinda sucked i dunno i am kinda just doing what i want but ermmm..,

stay tuned for a self indulgent side story soon,,,,.,.,.,,..?

also yay this is now officially cross-posted on my ao3 under the same username!!

taglist: @bonnibuckets @umooooo74 @kurawooooooo @ilovemen1242 @elliewilliamsno1simp @v1v1dst4rs @iyagikkun @ir3nic-sluvv

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil/biohazard #fanfic #biohazard #>>high school sweethearts: lsk #leon kennedy x reader angst

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lostsoulofdragon · 2 months ago

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Heyyyyyyyy remember that one awkward sketch I uploaded like a few months ago with Fae!Soul and Fae!Horror?

Yeah I finally finished it

(I’m so NOT able to do anything with oil/pastel/acrylic/water colors even in digital lol I’ll stick to sketches then)

I messed up with the lines on Horrors face, but I won't change that now, to remind me of how to improve

[[ Fae!Horror belongs to the @valrayne-faeu by @antlered-knight & @owl-bones ]]

[[ Fae!Soul belongs to me ]]

Additional info I made up under the cut:

That painting was done before Soul turned full-Fae

Soul DID have a relationship with Horror before they had a break-up. The two clicked for a while, and then they didn't anymore. (I’d almost consider it to have been JUST a situationship rather than a ‘actual’ relationship.) Both still consider themselves to be indebted to each other though.

Horror does sometimes have sour feelings about Soul being with Nightmare, but above all he's happy she's happy (like a GOOD EX-BOYFRIEND I CAN MAKE HIM AS EMOTIONALLY STABLE AS I WANT TO)

That painting hangs somewhere in Horrors quarters. He doesn't look at it very often.

#utmv #valrayne-faeu #Souls art #faeu horror #sona x canon #I love him SO MUCH URGHH #<3 #they're not bitter about each other though

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subterraneanna · 17 days ago

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@youandthemountains asked in the tags if I’d be willing to share my artmaking process, so for anyone else interested: I frequently jump between mediums, so for better or worse, I’ve never had a set process. But I’m happy to walk through the steps I took to create my last piece and show the tools I used. Also, because I never want my creations mistaken for generative AI, I’ve gotten in the habit of documenting the work (perhaps excessively!) so I have plenty of WIP photos to share:

(More below the cut)

My current sketchbook is made of cold-pressed 100% cotton paper with a nice toothy vellum surface that’s great for wet and dry media. Usually, when working with ink, I start directly sketching with a pen or marker. But achieving reasonable character likeness was important here, and I didn’t want to mess it up, so I did a light pencil sketch first. I then inked it with a fountain pen and erased the pencil marks once dry. And because the pen was loaded with waterproof ink, it was safe to paint over with watercolor. As I was painting, I noticed the paper had a slight yellow tint which worked well with the warmer light sources but muddied the blues and purples. I wanted the color to be more vibrant, so I scanned the piece, digitally painted in some deeper values, and did a little color correction to bump up the cooler tones. I’m glad I did because the improved contrast made the bioluminescent parts pop.

I didn’t have a plan when I made this piece, and in hindsight, I wish I had done a little more line weight variation, but I’m still happy with how it came out. I think Spock’s pose is appropriately awkward. And the fact that he and McCoy seem to be sticking to their typically squashed 4:3 aspect ratio positioning despite the wide-open forest feels right.

These are the supplies I used, most of which work as a travel kit for plein-air painting and sketching (I ditch the longer paintbrushes and use the travel brush with a built-in water well [disassembled in the watercolor kit]):

Not all of my projects are as simple as the last one. For instance, the Sub Rosa painting I did last year was a big production that combined concept work, painting, graphic design, lighting design, and even some cosplay! A certain level of realism was needed to pull off a convincing romance novel cover, so good reference photos were crucial. But I wasn’t interested in re-painting a still shot from TNG footage. I wanted a completely original composition and pose with lighting that was far more dramatic than the scene it was parodying. So, I set up studio lights, dressed as Dr. Crusher, and took several hundred photos whipping my wig around with a high-powered fan blowing (I'm not posting those pics 😅). I then sifted through them for light and shadow details that eventually informed the painting you see. Unfortunately, I hit a major snag when I realized I couldn’t find a single photo of Gates McFadden in similar lighting. And if the painting didn’t instantly read as her, the whole thing would be a bust. I didn't think it'd be that much of a challenge, but I failed so many times. When I got the lighting right, the likeness was lost. When I got the likeness right, the lighting looked disconnected from the rest of the painting. I wrestled with this for months. NGL a few angry tears were shed at one point, and many evening walks were spent sulking over whatever the hell anaphasic energy light was supposed to look like reflected on skin (if you look closely at the episode footage, there’s no actual green light on Beverly while Ronin’s in his non-corporeal state). Things finally clicked somewhere around the 10th (?) version I painted, and while the lighting’s still a little wonky, I’m playing it off as supernatural artistic license.

Thank you @youandthemountains for asking about my work and for all of your kind words! I always read the tags people leave; they're a big motivation to keep making more fanart!

#star trek fanart #artists on tumblr

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egginfroggin · 10 months ago

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Imagine...

Emmet is transported to Hisui.

He became five or six years old.

When he comes back, Ingo learns that he will now become a father.

Extremely late answer, sorry, Anon.

I feel that Arceus would get punched by a very irate Subway Boss in that scenario, I love it.

This has spawned many words in the master document, as my brain has decided to positively gnaw on this idea, and alas, nothing is finished yet, so have a bit of worldbuilding and some drawings in the meantime.

Worldbuilding and close-ups under the cut, and please click on the images for better quality.

And again, thank you so much for the ask, Anon, this was really fun! ^^

Pencil sketches:

first doodle of the Little Guy

height comparisons to further emphasize the "Little" part of the Little Guy

a) Akari and Rei making the mistake of turning their backs on Emmet for 0.5 seconds as he notices something off-camera b) the twins continuing to talk, oblivious to Emmet's act of absconding c) the twins turning around to talk to their teeny charge d) swift baseball bat of Realization at the Emmet-shaped absence in their immediate vicinity

Pen sketches (part of a page of sketches that were otherwise unrelated, hence the numbering):

3. a very happy lil man, despite the oversized hat 4. he skrungle scribble 5. who's he looking at? who knows

Digital art:

Emmet craves violence. Akari and Rei are used to this (featuring: probably the best expressions I've ever drawn)

he's a bit older now, but still smaller than his evolved starter; Typhlosion can tell his soul is older, but he is physically small, so she abuses his lack of height to shower him in affection

an internal mess of conflicting instincts, thoughts, and emotional maturity, but Arceus's plan is set in motion, and there's nothing Emmet can do about it

Worldbuilding:

Emmet got shrunk on his way to Hisui, due to the Rift's distorted power affecting him on the way out; he lands on Prelude Beach, drowning in his Depot Agent uniform now that he is teeny tiny

Arceus, panicking a little bit, communicates more directly with Emmet, urging him along on his mission

Emmet's memories are messed up, and his conduct is an odd combination of a child and an adult. By which I mean he can be disconcertingly clever and mature, but also the poutiest little guy with a habit of crying

Young age plus being overwhelmed plus stress equals one mute boi; this does not change his penchant for causing Problems

Jubilife is a lot more lenient with him because of how young he is, but Laventon, Cyllene, and Kamado suspect that he isn't supposed to be like this due to how he was found

Emmet is in an awkward position as far as finding living conditions go, being too odd for most parents to want to take in but also much too young to live on his own

Akari and Rei are assigned babysitters. Let the stressing and development of gray hairs commence

Emmet is Perfectly Behaved and causes no Problems at all, of course, why would he? Why would he?

(He bolts for the gates the moment Akari opens the door in the morning) (Ress caught him)

After sending Emmet home, Arceus shortly feels a distinct feeling of being in danger

After finding out that his brother has been shrunk and not fixed, Ingo fixes metaphorical (and perhaps literal) crosshairs on the back of Arceus's head

Arceus may be in danger

Close-ups of the digital art:

(Program used for the digital sketches: Krita; time taken: about 90 minutes)

Thank you for reading all of this! I hope you have a wonderful, blessed day. :>

#asks #anon asks #eggin's writings #eggin creatin'#submas #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #trainer rei #pla akari #wtst #best of intentions au #yeah that's right I'm giving it a tag #just so I can keep all the miscellaneous stuff together though #someone help these teenagers #and emmet for that matter #thank you again anon!#sorry this took so long to respond to

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wewerebornsextuplets · 6 months ago

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@flowerakatsuka I actually LOVE getting excuses to talk about this kind of stuff so ill be happy to elaborate!! under the cut in case this gets too long (which it probably will)

so full disclosure, there was a pretty long gap between when proto-kiru (then called yoshimi) was initially Designed and when i started to flesh her out as an actual oc. i actually wasn't into ososan at the time and it was more a challenge of "how would I design an ososan oc Now now that im not 15 anymore", and i didn't pick her up again until february of this year when my BTAS hyperfixation started to fizzle out. the first drafts for keiko (then named hibari, which i changed since it was a bit too similar to one of my long-time ocs hikari) were drawn the same day i picked up yoshimi again. so she was both a day-one character and Not at the same time!

please ignore the poor lighting on these pictures.

i had a pretty strong Idea for what i wanted from keiko in terms of appearance at the start and a basic concept for her (a bit more bookish + "nerdy" than other ososan girls we've seen thus far), but I had a pretty hard time applying it to the design sensibilities of ososan. her first outfit was basically just uehara-san's outfit, and i struggled with rendering her curlier hair in the ososan style which made it look more goopy and awkward. i also wasn't quite sure what to do with her face yet.

still, i translated what i thought would be my final sketches for her and (then) yoshimi to digital, and from here I started to develop their designs at roughly the same time, sort of balancing them out and trying to make sure they look good together. i was proud of them for maybe 3 days before I decided i hated how they looked.

granted, there were a LOT of reasons for this; for one, I was color picking yanas skin tone for kiru, which didn't work well at ALL because he's way paler than it looks. but more than that I wasn't really referencing features that actual ososan characters had? so they looked more like strange fun house mirror imitations of ososan characters than anything else

see what i mean? they don't look right at all. but if you look closely you can sort of see me figuring out keikos hair!

a lot of the refining process when it came to getting to where we are now was just... referencing actual ososan characters. trying to make them feel more believable and like they could actually exist alongside the current ensemble. it was honestly more about them looking right in the style than anything else, since i like to stay pretty canon compliant in terms of design when it comes to fandom ocs-- I find that the limitations make me more creative!

for keiko specifically my main inspirations were nyaa and osoko, though i referenced dobusu's hair pretty frequently as well since they have roughly the same hair texture. she was honestly a lot harder than kiru to balance out in this sense, since i had to make sure she didn't look Too generic compared to the other pretty girls in the canon cast (i.e totoko, homura, etc). her more eccentric fashion sense is also an attempt to remedy this because plot twist! she's a weirdo!

ippei however I had down from day one. he's always looked the same and always will. my perfect creation <3

#larry time #ocs #keiko #i love to yap about character design so thank you again for the tags!!#only slightly related but i will say #despite the grief keikos design gave me in the early stages #no character has been anywhere NEAR as hard to pin down in terms of design as mayumi. my fucking god

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prince-kallisto · 2 months ago

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I’ve been seeing this template going around, and I wanted to try for myself…it was just nearly all Crowley’s, except for May 😭😭😭 Gidel I love you, but my streak!! 💥💥 /lh

Looking at all of this made me feel really surprised…My first year of digital art! Thank you so much to everyone for your support and kind words on my works 😭💕💕💕💕🐦‍⬛ Crowley really is a muse…

(Ramble below🐦‍⬛)

I can see my awkwardness with trying to figure out different digital brushes in my first months- Im still a noob with all these digital settings 🤣 But I think that experimentation is good- my most recent piece was admittedly rather rushed. I think I could’ve pushed it more with brush textures and rendering. So I’d like to keep that in mind for the new year, since I feel slightly more comfortable with how digital drawing works.

This was a tumultuous year for my art 💦 Before starting digitally, I had some nerve issues that made traditional art became severely uncomfortable, even painful at times. But with digital art, I found there were settings that could make pen pressure more comfortable. Drawing on a screen was much more forgiving that what I could do traditionally, with lots more shortcuts too. After figuring out a lot more accommodations for myself, I can draw again! 😊

Most recently, I’ve been hard on myself for not feeling skilled enough in art. But to be honest with myself, I do very little study and experimentation- anything I learned has been accidental this entire year! 😅 Everyone I admire puts so much work and study into their craft- how embarrassing it is to forget that sometimes 🙈💕 So my goals are to be kinder to myself, and to put in actual study of color, poses, etc. I think it’s easy to be swept away by the incredible work of others. But when I made this summary, I thought about how a year back, I couldn’t even draw or even write traditionally for days or weeks at a time. In retrospect, I think I need to slow down and be more mindful 😆

I couldn’t exactly show it in the summary, but I am so proud of my accomplishments of finishing and published my first animatics! Three, so far! :0 It’s truly a dream come true in every way! 😊

I’m still trying to discover what sort of art I want to do. Recently, I’ve been taken with a painting-like style, but Im trying to figure out what direction I want with it…So my goals for the new year aren’t at all defined, since I want to discover things along the way naturally 😊 But here are some goals I have:

-Do color studies, study some fundamentals

-Participate in a zine(s?)

-“Huevember” (I don’t know what term to use Ahahxhf- but I want to try to experiment with differing colors for sketches or pieces, but not in a daily-challenge type of way. Color theory in general is a big goal this year)

-Be more kind and patient towards myself and draw what I love💥💥💥

-Try and take more breaks between artworks 💦

If you read this far, please take this borb for your journey ☺️ This has been a whole year of learning art- and Crowley’s design BABXHDH. I’m still not able to depict his handsomeness 💥💥💥 I need another year of training then (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

#my art #kallistopost #your a kallisto veteran if anyone remembers January NSJXJF #youre*

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projectsekai-sekaiundead · 3 months ago

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This isn’t really a question but you are SO GOOD at drawing scared expressions like Honami having a panic attack (I think) during one of the comics looked so good and like sjkakajsis and like youre so talented I love the comic idea alot and you’re art style is so fluffy (?) like marshmallows like I’ve never liked an art style sm like HSHAHAHAJWHWH I need to study this in a lab maybe one day Ill be able to draw this nice(?)ly!! Also, do you have any tips on making comics? Because the text bubbles always turn out weird and theyre always hard to read in the right direction for me :(

Anyways you are like SO COOL like I was panicking alot writing this because I didn’t wnat to make any mistakes or sound weird, heres some digital candy for being so cool 🍭 and baibai!! :D

(Also sorry for any mistakes Im not that great at english :/)

Sorry to leave this one sitting for so long!

Thank you so much for liking my art and my comic!! It really means a lot to me 🫶

As for comic tips, I suggest you layout your bubblea during the sketch phase! If you do that they won't appear awkward to anything when you try to place them in! Think of the panel as an entire unit rather than seperate parts like you normally would with a regular drawing. The background, character, and bubble should all be put in at the same time to avoid them looking unatural. And for better bubble flow, I recommend looking up references for that to see how comic artists in general place their text! The bubbles usually tend to point to the next focal point of the panel (whether it be eyes, hands, etc) and those focal points lead to the next bubble! It's still better to actually see what I'm talking about though rather than just explanation

#skud asks

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 1 year ago

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Gangle x artist!reader

Requested over on ao3. I didn’t think I would get any for her and I’m happy I did!

Your digital form is what looks to be a painter, with the beret and everything. This had caught Gangle’s attention when you first arrived to the digital circus, as she also does art, so imagine her surprise and excitement when she found out you are also an artist!

Despite how socially awkward you are, you two of you bonded over your love of art, cartoons and anime, and video games. You two spend time together playing games and watching anime, which you were surprised was even allowed in the digital circus, but you aren’t complaining, as well as drawing together. Over time, you had developed feelings for Gangle, but you didn’t want to tell her and her reject you. However, what you didn’t know was that she had the same feelings for you, but was also afraid to tell you.

One night, after a long gaming session in Gangle’s room, you were now lying on her bed, just talking about whatever came to mind. That is, until you brought up some deep and emotional topics as you were doodling in a sketchbook.

“What would you do if we were to get out of here, Gangle?” You look over at her as you asked this, her tapping her ribbons together in a slightly nervous manner.

“I.. I’m not too sure, really. Sure, it would be nice to.. get out of here, but I would miss everyone.”

“Even Jax?”

“Well… unfortunately yes. I know he’s a jerk a lot of the time, but he has his moments.” You laughed a bit at this, giving her a look of ‘are you sure about that?’

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t think he does, but hey what do I know?” You roll over onto your back, now staring up at the ceiling as you held your sketchbook to your chest. It was silent for a few moments, before you spoke up again,

“Would you… want to leave..?”

“I… I have thought about it, yeah.” Gangle turned to face you now.

“But do you want to leave? What would prevent you from leaving if you had the chance?”

“I’m… n-not too sure what’s brought this on, but… do you really want to know?”

“Yeah, I’m curious. We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.”

“N..No, no, I don’t r..really mind, I was just curious is all.” It was silent for a few moments, as if Gangle was trying to collect her thoughts. You had opened your sketchbook back up and were now sketching little doodles of her as you awaited her response.

“The reason that would keep me from leaving here… would be… you, Y/n.”

“Me..?” You looked up from your sketchbook, making sure you had heard her right.

“Y-Yes, you. Think about it.. we never knew each other until we ended up here, right?”

“Yeah..?”

“E..even if we do somehow manage to even make it out of here… we would all be separated… most likely end up back in the same place we had been before we ended up here.” Gangle looked away from you, as if not wanting to talk about the subject anymore. “And I don’t want to be separated from you, Y/n.”

“I didn’t think about that, I’m sorry..” you mumbled as you set your sketchbook aside and hugged her as best you could.

“I know, it’s okay..”

“No, it’s not okay, I upset you..! That’s not okay..”

“I’ll be okay, Y/n.” You sighed a bit and nodded with a soft “okay” in response, still hugging her. Everything was silent for a few moments until you said, while letting her go from the hug,

“You didn’t really answer my original question. Why me?” Gangle nervously pressed her ribbons together as she mumbled something you could not hear.

“Could you repeat that, I didn’t hear you.”

“I..it’s because I love you, Y/n.” She said just loud enough for you to hear her. You had to take a moment to process her words, before you realized: “wait, say something you dingus, she just confessed her feelings!”

“I love you, too.”

“You… you really do? Y..you’re not just pulling s-some kind of prank on me, are you?”

“No, Gangle, I’m not pranking you. Who do you think I am? Jax?” Gangle giggled a bit at your response.

“I’m.. I’m so happy to hear that, Y/n.” You smiled softly and lie back down with her beside you.

“Me too, Gangle. Funny enough, I was actually uh… doodling you in my sketchbook.”

“W-Wait what? You were?”

“Yeah, do you… want to see them? It’s nothing bad, I promise. I don’t think Caine or the digital circus would appreciate that very much if I did, which I would never do.”

“Sure.” You handed her the sketchbook you had a few minutes ago, and she flipped through the pages, finding several doodles and sketches of you two together, and some of just her.

“These are… v-very cute, Y/n, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You put the sketchbook back on the nightstand once she gave it back to you.

“You up for watching something before bed?”

“I-I don’t mind at all.” You nodded and turned on (fav anime) and the two of you ended up watching for a few hours, talking and just enjoying the show and each other’s company before eventually falling asleep, mumbling a soft “I love you” before you both fell asleep.

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concerningwolves · 1 year ago

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There's a post I can't find now that was expressing frustration that a lot of writing advice on writeblr (don't edit as you write, try switching POV for a scene if it's not working, only write the dialogue/only write the action, etc.) is for first drafts and not subsequent drafts. And I do agree, at least in part; a lot of writeblr is focused on how to, y'know, write the story.

It did make me think, though, and what I thought was this: ogres are like onions.

Or, more accurately: stories are like onions (and ogres?), because they have layers, too.

Writers who use the drafting method write drafts, and with each draft, the story gains more layers (layers of meaning, plot coherency, more cohesive ideas, etc). By draft four or five, a story has enough layers that it looks both pretty and structurally sound. Ideally, the only changes you'd need to make at this point are upper-layer, superficial ones – reshuffle some paragraphs, cut some excess scene padding, smooth out some awkward prose. Maybe rewrite or reposition a couple of scenes. Mostly though, the story feels fixed in place and is semi-polished, which is often the biggest obstacle preventing a writer from solving a problem.

Early drafts typically come out kind of wonky and unstable, their component ideas still sludgy from the primordial creative soup. Writing them can feel like sticky, awkward work – but it's also when the ideas flow most freely! The prospect of going back into that sludge might suck, especially if you've already started to see the final version of your story take solid shape, but it might also be the answer to the problem. Sometimes you have to peel back the pretty layers to look at the uglier structure beneath to see what isn't working. Other times, you need to be more hands-on and pretend you're still in the primordial creative soup to get the brain gears properly lubricated again.

Digital art also has layers. Some artists start with a rough sketch, others with blocks of colour. As the layers build up, so does the picture, but every now and then there'll be something about the picture that just isn't right. If the problem is in the sketchy early layers, the usual options are to either a) go back down to that layer and fix it there, then correct the upper layers to match or b) start again, this time learning from the mistakes made before. If something isn't working for me when I'm doing a digital painting, I'll also sometimes open a fresh canvas and mess around with the same concept in different variations as if I'm starting from scratch, then return to the original piece and use whatever I learned to fix it. So long as I don't prematurely flatten the layers, I've got plenty of wiggle room to figure things out in.

So, yes, some writing advice is only going to work for specific stages of story-making. But also, the creative process is a dynamic one, and no part of a story needs to be set in stone until all the layers have been flattened into their final form, ready for sharing with other people.

#writeblr #writing advice #been wrestling with this idea for a couple days now

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