#started this for portrait practice but it turned out so good im obsessed

[lazycranberrydoodles]

contributing to the vampire hua cheng fandom o7

pose referenced off of this / follow for more fafa :)

[finalset]

hi, i just found your art and i love it! may i ask a stupid question? did you go to art school or did you teach yourself?? if self taught, do you have any advice? im a self taught artist and i want to get better lmao. i just love how beautiful your work is, very inspiring!

Thank you!! and it’s not stupid! I didn’t go to art school or anything (I did take the elective art classes late in middle school and in early hs too but I’d been drawing since before then and I took those as a requirement to be able to take painting, which I never ended up doing though) so I’d consider myself self taught.

Ok this ended up being long so hopefully it’s not super overwhelming but I hope it helps!

so what has helped me a lot has been thinking about my subject in a 3D sense, I usually try to understand why whatever I’m drawing is structured the way it is. So usually w my portraits I’ll think about the skull underneath or I’ll think about parts you can’t see (like an ear or a nostril if they’re turned slightly etc) on the reference image and it helps me make sense of what I’m seeing.

also drawing parts in relation to another helps a Lot, so I’d line up like the edge of an eye to the corner of the mouth and draw a bunch of lines connecting parts like that to make sure everything is properly distanced and that helps a lot with keeping proper proportions! (you can still do this with non portraits though, looking at negative space is a game changer)

starting sketches w vague shapes and then slowly going more into detail also helps and it’s less daunting than thinking your first few marks need to already be accurate and defined.

for the mental part of it I think understanding every time you draw it doesn’t have to be a Piece will help put the pressure off and it allows u to not be worried about mistakes. (It also makes room for experimentation) Also I used to be very caught up in being upset how my art style isn’t as good as other people’s but realizing no one’s art will ever look like anyone else’s (even if they’re copying) helped me value my work and see it as it’s own entity that doesn’t need to be critically compared to anyone else’s, that’s also just not how it works anyway. that also allowed me to grow quicker when I was able to push mental barriers like that away and work on what I enjoy about making art.

Also artblock is a thing that happens to everyone, I either accept I’m gonna make stuff I don’t like for a while or if I straight up have no inspiration then I need to distract myself in the meantime. Getting into a new or revisiting an old medium does help let you think differently about your art and could help you get out of artblock too though. also drawing a lot of whatever you like does so much for improvement bc then it’s just lots of practice so don’t feel weird ab being obsessed w something or like going through a phase bc it all helps you improve anyway plus you’re spending time on stuff you enjoy too.

Ok ik this ended up being a lot lol but these are some things i feel like have been very important to me as an artist, a lot of these are things I actively use or have to remind myself of still. I also didn’t wanna just be vague like ‘keep going, practice a lot! Don’t compare urself!’ etc. so I hope this was useful & feel free to ask more if you have any questions later too!

[yandere-society]

can i request y/n, having escaped either yandere hoseok or jungkook years later, living her new life with her new bf/husband (one of the members heh), when hoseok/jungkook barges in- while her new man is home.

This Side of Paradise

Admin/Writer; Chinkbihh

Trigger Warnings; blood, murder, slight gore, mention of brainwashing, if children in yandere makes you uncomfortable pls don’t read, also trash writing so that’s fun

Words;1.2k

“Determination becomes obsession and then it becomes all that matters.”

Hoseok always considered himself to be a clean person.  

Or, at the very least, someone who partook in acts that would require the least amount of pick up.  

But in this case...a mess somewhat came with the territory.  

Still, Hoseok supposed he could’ve done the deed a bit more elegantly than what he had.  He had no one to blame but himself for this mess.

Blood was splattered everywhere, painting the once pirstine and white tiled kitchen as a crimson mayhem.  The owner of said blood laid face down on the floor, lifeless with a knife sticking out the neck that continued to ooze out blood.

Hoseok ‘tsked’ and moved over to the sink to wash off any leftover stains on his hands.  Stepping over the corpse in the process, the new murderer muttered, “Poor bastard didn’t even see it coming.”  

In fact, this husband of yours almost deserved it.  

He stole you from Hoseok.  An act that was unforgivable by any realms of truth.  Then the fucker was dumb enough to take a stranger in who claimed to be an old friend of yours.  

Friend.

Hoseok laughed out loud at that.

How absurd...

He was more than a friend.  A fucking friend didn’t describe an ounce of what soul bound there was between you and Hoseok.  It was meant to be. Something that wasn’t up for debate. A fact that should just be accepted by everyone around the two of you.  

Hoseok frowned once more as he recalled that your husband had let him in without question, even offering him a drink before Hoseok attacked from the back.  

So you hadn’t told your ‘hubby’ about your highschool boyfriend?  

Hoseok suspected that if you had told him about Hoseok then the guy wouldn’t have been so keen to let him in. In the past, you did have a tendency to tell other classmates that Hoseok was ‘obsessed’ and a ‘stalker’.  He didn’t hold it against you though, he rather liked the cat and mouse game that you two had. And that fact that you didn’t warn your husband only aided the theory that Hoseok had been suspecting all along;

You knew he would come back.  You were just waiting for him like the good girl you were.  

As Hoseok took a dish rag and dried his ruby-stained hands, he began to walk around the small house in inspection of your new life.  

It wasn’t a grand house with elaborate decor, instead it was humble and cute.  Your preference of simple interior design was spotted all around. The home was utterly normal, a traditional ‘stater home’ for a family of three.  As it should remain that way.

Three.  

All that will change is the husband.  But that was easy to do, like replacing an actor with an eager understudy.  Hoseok was all too willing to sweep in and take the responsibility of a father and a husband.  

He supposed he should start getting to know his new son.  

From the family portraits hung on the wall (Hoseok cringed and made a mental note to make his family get new ones now that he was here) he could gather that your son was very young, most likely between the ages two and five.  The youngster had your eyes and hair, but there was no denying that the overall facial structure belonged to his dad and his dad alone. Yet there was enough of your features for Hoseok to find himself gazing fondly at the boy, this could’ve been very different if he was a direct copy of his biological father.  

Hoseok wanted kids of his own the resembled him, one day.  But there was always time to have some more children, he was certain that your son would love a younger sibling.

‘Seokjin sure was a lucky guy.’ Hoseok thought to himself.  And it was true, this ‘Jin’ fella had everything Hoseok had ever wanted.  The most perfect woman to call his wife and a child that was evidence of the love they held for each other.  But like they say... ‘all good things must come to an end.’

What they also say is, ‘dress for the job you want, not the job you have.’

This is why Hoseok decided to take matters into his own hands and get everything prepared for his little ducklings.  

He went into the master bedroom and sifted through the closet for a different set of clothes, something not tainted with blood stains.  Jin was a bit more broad than him, but Hoseok paid it no mind and happily changed into his clothes. The man had a safe wardrobe, Hoseok observed with amusement, but that was to be expected of a family man.  

Next, Hoseok returned to the bloody scene of the kitchen and began to drag the body out into the backyard garden.  It wasn’t elaborate by any means, the main goal was just to get the body out of the house. It was a temporary fix as he figured he can keep you and the child away from the body for at least a few days before he would be forced to drop it into a ditch a few towns over.  

This was considerably proven when Hoseok stepped back into the house to catch the sound of a large school bus rolling by, the laughter and squeals of children filling the empty air and echoing back within the small homes’ walls.

Grinning, Hoseok practically skipped to the front of the house to rip open the front door and watch his son arrive from school.  

Already a proud father, Hoseok awaited the boy.

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As you pulled up to the the familiar drive way of your home, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the living room window that glowed with life.

So Jin was up.  He just hadn’t been answering your texts.  

When you had texted him (about two hours prior) about making dinner tonight, you had just assumed that he was being an ass and didn’t want to cook.  Why else wouldn’t he text back? Thus, the steaming bag of take out that sat beside you in your car.

You really hated having to resort to junk food to feed your family, but you were just so busy and had to work within your sons’ bed time.  Besides, your son had a healthy diet. You and Jin always made homemade meals for him. What harm can some occasional chinese take out do to him?  

You got out of your car and grabbed the food, prepared to walk in and nag Jin’s ear off about his failure to communicate with you.  

Except when you entered the house, a sight was waiting for you, making you shut your mouth just as quickly as you had opened it.

A bloodcurdling sight that had the bag of take out falling from your now limp and clammy hands.  

“H-Hoseok?”

The man was sat with your son on the floor, smiling and talking gently to the boy as they played with blocks to build miniature buildings.  God knows how long he had been left alone with your child.

Your son turned to face you, baby face morphed into an expressive smile that pulled back his doughy soft cheeks as he whimsically called out, “Mommy, you’re home!  Why didn’t you tell me I had another dad? He’s much better than the old one.” 

(Okay so like Im sorry this was bad and short but my brain is literally fried due to the most intense exam of my life.  i’m sorry...also why was it so hard to find cute hoseok gifs? Idk I liked the gif but like it didn’t scream yandere ya know? This is chinkbihh….signing out I guess....)