#the sketch alone lagged my canvas. :/

[screwpinecaprice]

She woke up. 🐑🥀

I rewatched Bunnyfarm, and her screams is still so terrifying ajhsjskjabajwbdjjdb Ugh so good 😭🥰🥰

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Brush used for the bloodstains!

I have made a couple of adjustments to this old work, it now looks a bit more readable? I realized I don't do well with dark backgrounds because I could not tell how dark it is, if it's to the point I could not see anything. 😅😅😅 Which sucks, there are so much ideas to work with dark scenes. 😓 I hope to improve on this faster, figuring out a technique so I don't have to make it a habit of going back on a supposed finished drawing just to make it clearer.

[xexiar]

I am not medicated enough to handle the emotional whiplash of my art skills. Because WTF!! I be sketching similarly and everything and yet digitally still be feeling weird.

At that, I be practicing and taking my time. Again I ain’t talking about coloring because that’s a whole different beast. But sketching! The one thing that should be the closest to being remotely similar is off the wall not

Like what am I doing wrong? I found brushes that gives me the same feel as my favorite pencil. I even set eraser opacity settings low so I can see what I had erased, which is a big deal for me traditionally.

I’ve adjusted canvas to where I have focus areas to do mini sketches and then later blowup so I can illustrate. I’ve tried multiple illustrating techniques to deal with transitioning from one medium to another

Plus hours of practicing and trying to find my rhythm in this new medium. Like I am trying all I can.

Unless it’s my frustration with the lag or how I constantly have to stop sketching so I can save because I have had programs die on me while I’m working on stuff. There’s also some programs don’t always read my strokes. So like digital art really stresses me out.

But like I’m trying to get into this medium since traditional is so expensive and space demanding. I just need something that I could take anywhere and enjoy a good sketching session

Let alone how impatient I get when drawing digitally. Which brings back to how things save. Also like it feels like I need to finish everything. Not to mention I can’t really zone out when I do anything digitally. That’s probably another reason why it’s so hard

I really admire those who can draw digitally. Especially since that takes a hell of a lot of patience. A type of patience I clearly don’t have

[koishua]

enchanted to meet you. [ıllıllı] listen to enchanted by taylor swift.

“(秋)” ⸻ designer!yoshinori x fem!reader. 0.848k words. g: fluff. w: none. syn.: a night of loneliness turning into one of those he had read in books about fairy tales.

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perhaps it was the tiny diamonds that had been delicately stuck on your cheekbones, maybe it was the pink and plump lips that had greeted everyone with a charming smile that had his eyes glued to your figure in awe that night. surrounded by strangers adorned in their best dresses and suits, yoshi could not hear the way your laughter chimed in response to a daring joke his friend jihoon had said.

far too in the corner, he stands alone with a drink swirling in the tall glass he elegantly held in his palms, yoshi did not have a single interest in the ongoing celebration over the hundredth year anniversary of your father’s textile company, joined by your mother’s fashion enterprise. he was simply there out of respect to an invitation sent to designers that had once worked with their brand.

with his sight set on you, stuck in the loudest of trances, he doesn't notice as your footsteps start to sound closer and closer, your face becoming clearer without the blur caused by distance, until you smoothly come to a stop before his tall frame. “i hope tonight has not been too boring for you.”

the silver-haired man blinks, not expecting the most gorgeous sight he had laid his gaze on suddenly this close to him. clearing his throat with a sheepish smile, he adjusts the cuffs of his sleeves with his glass set on top of the tall table. “certainly not, i actually just arrived from milan a few hours ago. it must be the jet lag coming for me.”

you shoot him a knowing smile, stepping out of the way of a waiter collecting empty bottles from the emptying seats as the guests move to the dance floor with their partners.

“are you not going to join in?” you gesture at the couples twirling around languidly and he laughs, leaning his back on the cool wall, “i’d rather stay here, comfortably in my own place.”

you raise a brow, “oh, really?” you pull your arms behind your back, a cheeky expression lifting your face, to which yoshinori would later vehemently deny ever staring way too long at you to his friend.

“do you not want to, or do you not know how to dance?” you watch as his eyes smoothly slide away from the contact you had held onto, satisfied by his non-verbal answer. “i can teach you, you know? right here.”

yoshinori hesitantly places a hand over your waist per your gentle instructions, “are you sure? i will definitely step on your shoes.” his wide eyes seek affirmation as you hold onto his shoulders, swaying left and right, before telling him to step backwards to twirl you around.

his sharp looks that had been a tad bit intimidating at first before you had approached him had ebbed away into nothingness. this man was the softest of his kind that you had seen, you confirm in your mind. his unsure smiles as he steps to the side, his twinkling eyes as he gets the next set of movements correctly without you needing to tell him, everything about him was dazzling.

“what’s your name?” yoshinori asks as he spins you once before dipping you down lightly, curiosity shining through his doll-like appearance. you try not to laugh at his face when he pulls you up by an arm wrapped securely around your waist, “usually, people would introduce themselves first. and that would usually happen around the first two minutes of their interaction, mind you.”

“oh, right.” he steps away, adjusting his sleeves again as means to distract himself from the flames engulfing his ears, pink with abashment. “my name’s yoshinori. kanemoto, yoshinori.” you nod, “nice to meet you at last, mister-i-designed-the-summer-collection-but-never-bothered-showing-up-to-the-after-party.”

he remembers the call he had gotten a few months ago distantly, rejecting the idea of staying later that night out of other obligations to his mother. her birthday had been on the exact same day, what could he do? he was a loyal mommy’s son, after all.

the twenty-one year old monster in the fashion industry rubs the back of his head, “i had to g-” you snigger at him, “i’m just kidding, you have a life outside of this, i know.” you point at the lively event.

“i’ll be looking forward for your next line, you know?” you nudge him with your elbow, taking a sip from your beverage before pushing yourself back up to greet the next big-name-brand ambassador that walks in through the grand doors. his eyelids flutter in surprise, “i never got your name!”

you suppose he wouldn’t know the name of a hidden-away daughter of two famed people, you thought with a smile. “it’s y/n.” and with that, yoshinori is left starstruck by the way his night ends with you, a smile subconsciously making its way to plaster across his lips.

at three a.m., back in the comfort of his own large room, the lights remain turned on as he sketches on a large piece of canvas, what he believes to be the face of an angel.

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Detroit: Become Human Markus x Reader [Part I] [6]

There will be a second part in case I forget to label this part correctly! Love you all!!! (F/n)= Father's name •••••••••••••••• ~3rd Person POV~

"Finally," Carl muttered as Markus wheeled him out of the automated taxi. The duo entered the gallery that was bustling with people. The android glanced around the room, admiring the many beautiful pieces of art. "Let's find the lady of the evening, Markus."

The machine nodded and pushed Carl further into the venue. People chatted loudly as the man searched the crowd for his fellow artist and close friend. Spying (h/c) hair in the crowd, Carl was able to recognize the young woman from here. "Over there, Markus." The old man pointed to the figure in the crowd and the machine wheeled him to them.

The moment the young woman turned around, she was greeted by a smiling Carl. "It's been awhile, hasn't it, (Y/n)?"

"Carl! I didn't expect to see you tonight," the young artist smiled back.

"How could I miss it? It's your first viewing since returning from Europe."

"I was able to grab this venue at the last minute."

"How long has it been since I've seen you?"

"Eight long years. How about you two view my pieces while I deal with another buyer? I'll join you both in a few minutes."

Markus pushed Carl to the nearest piece, both mesmerized by the art.

The android's eyes widened at the beautifully painted scenery. Carl smiled as he examined each and every stroke on the large canvas. "She's outdone herself."

Markus stepped forward, now standing beside Carl. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the painting as his eyes bounced between the trees, river, and mountains. The old man saw the look in his eyes and chuckled. "It's beautiful, don't you agree?"

"It's more than beautiful," Markus replied.

"Let's go see the others."

An odd sensation rose in Markus' chest as he pushed Carl to the next painting.

As the machine's attention was absorbed by the piece, he failed to notice (Y/n) standing beside him until she spoke gently to him. "Do you like it?"

Unconsciously, Markus placed a hand over his artificial heart. His LED glimmers from blue to yellow then back to blue. "'Like' is the word I wouldn't use. It's another word, but I can't think of what it is."

(Y/n) tilted her head slightly. "What about the word 'love'?"

Markus turned his head to glance at the woman. "Yes. I love this piece."

Carl saw the interaction and smiled. He wheeled up to (Y/n)'s side and grabbed her attention. "I'll give you twelve hundred for it, (Y/n)."

"Carl, that's too much! The price I placed on this piece is five hundred."

"You need to value your pieces more, (Y/n). You're a young, prospering artist. I have a feeling that one day, these pieces will be in museums all across the world. You could be the next Picasso."

"Then, the piece is all yours, old friend. I've known you since I was a kid and you've been my role model since the moment I met you."

Carl then gave the painting another look-over. "I'd say you've surpassed me. You have a bright future ahead of you, (Y/n). Oh, and you better call me whenever you're going to hold another showing. I'd like to be present at every single one. I need more pieces around the house," the elder chuckled.

"You'll be the first one I call, Carl. Maybe I can get my parents to come up from Florida to my next showing. They'd love to see you."

"It's been years since I've seen those two. A small reunion would do the three of us well."

(Y/n) smiled and thanked Carl. He went to get a drink, insisting Markus to stay with the young lady. The android nodded and chatted with the artist beside him about what inspired her.

-An Hour Later-

"I'm glad to see my Autumn Collection has a big fan," (Y/n) beams happily. "Do you have anymore questions, Markus?"

"Just one-what will your next collection be named?"

"Hmm... not sure. I'll have to determine that when I start on it." Carl returned with a glass of champagne. (Y/n) smirked at the old man. "You get lost on your way back?"

"Nah. Just spotted another familiar face and we chatted for a good hour," Carl explains.

The three talked for another hour before realizing most of the guests had left. They headed to the back, where Carl paid for the painting. "Where are you staying while you're in town?"

"That... I have yet to decide. I'll probably get a ride to a nearby hotel. I didn't get to make reservations before boarding the plane last night. Currently, I'm working on two hours of sleep and that's from napping on a plane. Jet lag is the worst," (Y/n) sighs exhaustedly.

"Don't worry about finding a hotel. You're welcome to use the guest room at my house. It hasn't been used in years, but Markus keeps it clean."

"Thank you, Carl. I accept your kind offer," (Y/n) smiles. "It'll also save me money and I'll get to spend more time with you and Markus. I'll wrap up the painting, grab my things, and then we'll go."

-Manfred Residence-

"Markus, take (Y/n)'s things to the guest room," Carl stated.

"Oh, I can handle my own luggage," said woman exclaimed.

"Please, allow me, (Y/n)," Markus said, taking her bags. The woman followed the android up the staircase and to the guest room. He sat her bags on the bed while the young artist looked around the vast room. She admired the few paintings that hung on the walls, amazed at their beauty. "(Y/n)?"

The woman snaps her gaze back to Markus. "Yes?"

"Would you like anything to drink before you go to bed?"

"Oh, no. Thank you, though, Markus. I'm beat and definitely need to go to bed as soon as possible. I'll see you in the morning," (Y/n) smiles. The android smiles in return before leaving.

-Next Morning-

(Y/n) woke up around eight and searched the house for Markus, not wishing to disturb Carl this early in the morning. She wandered down the stairs and found the machine admiring her painting that Carl had bought last night. During the night, Markus had found the perfect place to hang it right in the living room.

"Good morning, Markus," (Y/n) cheerfully greets, grabbing his attention.

His head snaps towards her, startled slightly by her sudden presence. "Good morning, (Y/n)."

"I'm honored you love my painting so much. No one has ever gazed so passionately at my work for so long."

"Where were you when you painted this?"

"Austria. I was walking around the outskirts of Vienna in fall and came upon a stream. Luckily, I had my sketch pad and a pencil in my backpack."

"Do you plan on returning to Europe?"

"Not anytime soon. Those plane tickets aren't exactly cheap. I sold my apartment in Vienna and traveled to Paris just to get a better deal on plane tickets back to Detroit. Not the sanest idea, but I did save a few hundred bucks."

Just then, the sound of the front door opening caught their attention. "Dad?" Markus and (Y/n) recognized the voice that was calling out to Carl. Leo walked into the living room, his eyes falling on the two figures standing in front of the painting. "(Y/n)?"

"Hey, Leo. Haven't seen you in awhile," the woman responds with a small smile. She noticed the rings around his eyes and the sway in his step. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," he lazily responds.

(Y/n) raised a brow, noting the other signs of drug use. "Why're you here early in the morning?"

"Just... need a few bucks," Leo admits.

"For what?" (Y/n) crosses her arms in disapproval.

"For, uh..."

(Y/n) sighs in disbelief. "Leo, let's talk in private."

"Um, sure."

(Y/n) and Leo left, leaving Markus all alone. The android was worried about leaving her alone with Carl's son, but he shook the feeling away and went to wake up his owner.

After tending to Carl's normal morning routine, Markus made breakfast for both Carl and (Y/n). The old man sat at the table as the machine placed the meals down. "Have you seen (Y/n), Markus?"

"Yes. She's outside talking to Leo," he responds while pouring a cup of tea.

At the sound of his son's name, Carl sighed and leaned back in his wheelchair. "What is he wanting now?"

"Money."

Carl pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's not getting another cent from me."

After a short silence, (Y/n) entered the room. Carl and Markus glanced at the young woman, noticing the cut on her cheek. "Sorry for taking so long."

"What happened?" Carl questioned.

Markus sat the tea pot down before quickly tending to (Y/n). He took her hand and pulled a chair out for her as she spoke. "A small scuffle with Leo. He snapped when I told him to leave."

"I'm sorry about my son's behavior, (Y/n)," Carl apologizes.

"Don't worry about it." She winces slightly when Markus pressed a wet napkin against the cut. He dabbed the minuscule wound lightly, stealing a glance into her (e/c) eyes while her attention was focused on Carl.

The two ate breakfast once (Y/n)'s wound was cleaned. The trio talked non-stop for an hour before Markus cleaned up the table with help from (Y/n). As the two were washing dishes, the young artist glanced at Markus. "Would it be alright if you modeled for me?"

Markus met (Y/n)'s gaze, setting the dish down in the sink. "A model?"

"I'd like for you to be the center of my next piece. I also think it would be a great way to start my upcoming collection."

Markus agreed and after they finished the dishes, the duo headed to the studio. Carl gladly granted (Y/n) permission to use his supplies and any spare canvas she desires. The artist grabbed a canvas, a handful of pencils, and a stool. Markus helped set up the easel as she sharpened the pencils.

"Alright. I don't know what androids consider 'normal', but just be yourself. It's no fun drawing someone who's stiff as a rock," (Y/n) smiles.

Markus did just that. He acted like his usual self, allowing (Y/n) to sketch him. She didn't complain as he walked around the studio and cleaned up the various messes and organized the paints, pencils, paintings, and brushes. The woman was able to get the details of his body that she needed in order to complete her sketch, which took a couple of hours.

(Y/n) placed the pencil down, graphite smeared across both of her hands. "Now, all I need to do is paint-" A faint ringing came from her back pocket. (Y/n) pulled out her phone and saw her mother was calling. She accepts the call and Markus couldn't help but listen. "Uh, yeah. I can book a flight this afternoon. Love you."

Markus watched as (Y/n) slid the device back into her pocket before their eyes locked. "That was my mom. My dad's in the hospital and he's not doing so well. I'll need to book a flight to Tampa ASAP."

"I will book a flight for you, (Y/n)," Markus said.

"Thank you, Markus. I'm gonna go tell Carl."

The woman left the android in the studio. Markus did as he promised and booked (Y/n) a flight within minutes. After he was done with the booking, he wandered to the canvas and stared at the sketch. Markus' eyes widened when he saw himself, every detail perfect.

Ten minutes later, (Y/n) returned and Markus told her about the airline ticket to Florida. "Your flight leaves at five this evening, (Y/n)."

"Thank you for your help, Markus. How much do I owe for the ticket?"

"Do not worry about it. Carl wished for me to tend to your every need, even with transportation."

"I appreciate it, but plane tickets aren't cheap."

"(Y/n), stop. You don't owe a cent to me," Carl said as he entered the studio. "You can repay me by keeping us filled in on (F/n). I hope he'll be alright."

"Thank you for everything, Carl, Markus. I really was hoping to spend a few more days in Detroit before heading to visit my parents. I'll call you the moment I land in Tampa and update you on my father's condition. I guess... I should get my things together."

"I will help, (Y/n)," Markus said.

"After you've made yourself at home, you've got to pack already," Carl sighs.

"I'll be back in Detroit before you know it," she smiled.

(Y/n) and Markus headed upstairs and packed her things. Checking the time, the duo realized it was only fifteen past ten. The woman sighed. "My flight leaves in six hours and forty-five minutes. Could you... show me around Detroit, Markus?"

The android smiled and nodded. "Of course, (Y/n)."

-Four Hours Later-

Back at the Manfred Residence, Markus grabbed (Y/n)'s bags as she said goodbye to Carl. The android contacted a taxi for her and both waited outside for the vehicle to arrive. The taxi arrived a few minutes later and the android placed her bags in the back seat. "You can pick up your ticket at the service desk at the airport. What about your sketch?"

"I'm gonna leave it here and finish it when I return. Thank you for everything, Markus," (Y/n) beams happily.

He smiled back. "I hope to see you again soon, (Y/n)."

She nodded, her smile widening. "Me, too. I'll see you soon, Markus." ••••••••••••••••••••••• PS- Remember, there will be a part two!😄

[mysticsparklewings]

The Frustrated Introvert’s Dilemma

Well now, what do we have here? I'll go on record and say that yes, there is a specific event/topic that inspired this. But I'm not going to go into any more detail than that, because it's almost definitely going to come back to bite me nice and hard on the rear if I do. That's the unfortunate nature of our online-enabled world these days. That said, this actually happens to me a lot. Something will happen or I'll see a post (sometimes several posts all talking about the same thing) and I'll either have strong opinions on it or just otherwise be frustrated and want to share my two cents, and sometimes I really will go so far as to type out a Big Long Thing about it. Only, I think about it for a few seconds too long, and I end up deleting it. Because: What if the wrong person sees it? What if what I said gets taken out of context? What if I get labeled as [insert thing I don't want to be labeled as here]? What if I get in trouble some other way I haven't thought of? I don't have a very far reach, but I'd like to keep what I do have on good terms. But of course, deleting the post without posting it sort of misses the mark, and so normally I don't feel any better than I did before. But I rarely go back to it, since most of the time I either know or I think that I know posting my super-long (sometimes unpopular) opinion is only going to cause trouble I do NOT want to deal with. And thus, I'm better off keeping my mouth shut. Or, if I must, posting the vaguest-possible 1-2 sentences broadly touching on the subject. And that's where the caption, "Reasons Why I Don't Post Much" comes from. Aside from my art and the very rare things that make it past my "this is not a good idea to post" radar, especially on other social media that don't support long-form text like dA does, I'm usually fairly quiet. I am a "lurker" by nature, for the reasons above and because small talk kills me slowly. I'm sure I can't possibly be alone in this...whatever this is. This want to vent/rant/share your opinion but not being able to because you just don't want to deal with all the things that could possibly go wrong from doing so. So I made this little comic to expend my frustrations in the safest way I could think of. It gets the point across without nailing down a specific event/person/whatever. I haven't tried to make a comic in...in years. And the like 2 times I did, they were very simple and kinda dumb. (And I'm sure can still be found lurking in the depths of my gallery somewhere.) So hopefully this isn't too terrible. I tried to format it nicely so it's fairly clear and easy to read/follow, while still trying to keep it unique to me. (Or at least attuned to my own tastes.) I started with a rough traditional sketch of the four panels, done in a style similar to my Chibi Cards, which I use over on Twitter a lot these days. The character is, of course, supposed to be me, hence the purple hair, blue eyes, and black tank top. Fortunately, once the idea of doing a little "vent" comic came to mind, I was able to pretty quickly come up with a clear mental image/plan of what I wanted and what I would need to get the point across as simply as possible. And simplicity was a must because I knew I wouldn't be able to give this nice clean lines digitally unless I wanted to actually rip my hair out in the process. You can read the full details in my Ongoing Saga journal, but suffice to say I've been trying some things with my current not-Cintiq set up and Jesus Christ is it not becoming more and more aggravating. The biggest issue I dealt with here was the lack of precision, hence the messy, messy, messy lines, and the closer I got to completion with more layers involved, the worse staggering/lagging I also had to deal with. Obviously, I eventually got through it, but I am telling you guys I am so ready for a better tablet solution it's not even funny anymore. Anyway. I roughly traced my sketches to get the lines, then made the centering lines and rearranged things slightly, since my sketch wasn't perfectly centered or squared or anything. Then I expanded the canvas so I could add the frame. Then I moved on to coloring, and once again, for the sake of my sanity, I stuck with simple, flat, imprecise coloring. And I had to do it by hand since my messy lines mean the magic wand tool wanted to select about five times more area than it needed to when I tried to use it to just "grab" the sections I needed. My color choices were fairly simple. I know what colors I naturally am, and it made sense to me to make the background my "Mystic hue," since my walls are that color in real life, and it's just kind of my on-brand, go-to color now. The main colors I had to decided on were the desk and the computer screen. I went with a darker brown for the desk, hoping for a little extra contrasting, and the computer screen I kinda just went with what felt right. Picking fonts was a bit of an adventure. I wanted something relatively easy to read, but with a little be of extra flair than just Comic Sans or Generic Plain Computer text number 3,497. And I think this one hits a pretty nice place between something more computery and a handwriting look. I did have to use different fonts for the *type* 's on the second panel and for the caption/my name at the top to get the look/effect I was going for, though. It's not much and far from my best work. But at least it's a way to sort-of get my feelings out into the world. To know that I could at least do this one thing, even if I can't do anything else to vent my frustrations because other options will not end well. At the very, very least, I hope maybe somebody out there can relate or gets a small laugh out of it. ____ Artwork © me, MysticSparkleWings ____ Where to find me & my artwork: My Website | Commission Info + Prices | Ko-Fi | dA Print Shop | RedBubble |   Twitter | Tumblr | Instagram