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kianamaiart · 2 days ago
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“The show is promoting itself”. I don’t have an outside point of view of this but it does seem that Idwtbamg is quite popular, despite not even having a pilot. Just pure “mouth to hear” promotion. Any thought on the reception ?
i'm super stoked!! i'm lucky that i've built up the following i have thus far which definitely helps in promoting my own work haha. similar with the hanamusa/jessie x delia stuff. the ship existed before i was drawing it but i think my following (and insane amount of hours i dumped into making comics) helped popularize it/break containment
as much as having an audience helps i do hope that people do also find the concept genuinely appealing and my execution to be engaging and fun~
i also did notice an uptick in interest when i announced the cast! i think a lot of people were surprised with the talent i was able to get (i am too tbh) especially when most people were under the impression that this was just a silly concept or at most a storyboard sample that i was doing by myself. got some serious a-list VAs and also legends in the magical girl genre
all that said, i'm really happy with the reception so far and i hope people like my silly little pilot~
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gold-onthe-inside · 1 day ago
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blind date
who? spencer reid (s8) x blake!reader summary: you finally give into your godmother's insistence on going on a date with her colleague, if only to get her off your back, and find yourself having to break the heart of someone who could have been the love of your life. content warnings: not a happy ending (i warned you, you don't get to yell at me), reader is blake's goddaughter and a therapist. word count: 2.1k
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You let out a slow breath before entering the restaurant, smoothing down your dress, still second-guessing your outfit - a purple dress matched with a dark velvet jacket and a black purse with a gold chain belt - as if you hadn’t spent your day looking up what women in their 30s wore on first dates. Not like it matters, you told yourself. You’d get through the date, politely tell the guy that he was great but you weren’t interested, and hopefully be home by 10pm. You turn your gaze to the maitre’d, telling him the table was under Reid’s name.
You had told yourself on the way that you couldn’t hold it against him if he was late — you still remember the coffee meetings your own godmother never turned up to — but it turned out he was earlier than you. Where you showed up to everything ten minutes in advance, he showed up twenty-five minutes.
You saw him first, looking into the silver ware and flattening down his hair and adjusting his tie, clearly nervous, looking up when he heard you thank the maitre’d. Spencer almost stumbled over himself as he stood up to pull your chair out for you and you feel an overwhelming urge to reassure him. “H-Hi,” he said, matching your awkward smile. “You look really nice.”
“Thanks,” you said softly, taking the seat and watching him take his, his hand splayed against his chest to keep his tie back. “You’re taller than I thought you’d be.”
His laugh is nervous, God help him, and he corrects the displaced silverware so they align perfectly before he looked at you again. “I, uh, I get that a lot.”
“Go on a lot of blind dates then?” you asked, sipping the water within reach, and you can see panic flash across his face.
“No! I mean, I’ve-I’ve been on dates before. Just um—” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I meant I get the-the height thing, quite a bit. Not that there’s been a lot—”
“Breathe, Spencer,” you feel compelled to say as his face flushes. You’d meant to tease, not give the man a heart attack.
“Sorry,” he murmured, trying to get a grip on himself. God, how did Derek do this? “Um… Blake, sorry, Alex, told me that you’re a therapist,” he said, focusing on something concrete.
“Uh, yeah,” you answered, not sure how much information you wanted to tell him. Though, to be fair, he was a federal agent. He could have it found out anyway. “I work at a clinic in Georgetown,” you said, folding your hands in front of you and overthinking whether you should be crossing your legs or not. This was usually the point where the guy would ask if you could read his mind, or attempt to educate you on how mental health was a sham and everyone just needs to get some exercise, and that would be your cue to fake an emergency exit. Maybe you’d get home in time to watch some decent TV.
“Is it hard?” he asked, taking a sip of water before he leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. It was endearing, and surprising.
“It can be,” you answered, leaning in slightly. “Some days you get really, really good sessions, you know? And other days it’s…”
“Hell?” he offered and you let out a small huff.
“Try having a seven year old drawing on furniture with chalk,” you told him, watching him wince.
“I, uh… have a confession,” he said, leaning even closer, his voice a dramatic whisper. “I did that as a kid.”
"Understimulated in class, huh?" you asked, smiling at him a little more.
“A lot,” he admitted. “I learned to read very young, and… well, then everyone wanted me to read, and it wasn’t as fun anymore, you know?”
“Mm,” you say in agreement, but before you continue, the waiter comes, and you both order a glass of wine, and appetizers to split. “So, you must be dealing with a lot worse than pre-pubescent vandalism, right?” you asked, pulling apart the fried mozzarella balls with delicate precision, and you watch him think for a moment.
“I’m just trying to decide if the last case we worked would be preferable to handling a toddler, and I honestly think I’d prefer the serial killer,” he said thoughtfully and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you.
"Yeah, no, I don't blame you," you replied, sipping your wine.
“What about you?” he asked between bites. “Did you know you wanted to be a psychologist from day one?”
"Uh... No, I actually thought I would go into linguistics, like Alex, but somewhere around my first year into undergrad, I realised that psychology was my calling," you said.
“What changed your mind?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and leaning his elbow on the table. You liked the way he gave you his full attention; his eyes hadn’t strayed from you since you’d gotten there.
“Uh, we used to have to do these case studies and we’d do these role plays where everyone had a presenting concern to work with, and I used to get this… high whenever I’d figured the client out. Like that moment where everything just… clicks into place. And I got addicted to it,” you said, your words and love for your job captivating.
“I know exactly what you mean,” he said, his smile widening. “I’m sure Alex’s told you that I have an… impressive memory. The cases we work on-the ones they don’t put in our files on purpose-I remember every single piece of information. It’s like the details don’t leave me. So when we finally catch the unsubs, the-the serial killers…” His voice lowers, leaning further over the table to you and he’s so close, you can almost smell his cologne. “That’s when it clicks.”
You stared at him for a beat, like everything else in the world had gone still, his soft hazel eyes looking affectionately into yours, and then the waiter comes over and the bubble between you two pops, springing apart like two teenagers being walked in on. You can see the flush come over his skin, just as the waiter places his plates in front of him, and focus on ordering your dinner, Spencer agreeing to whatever you ordered.
“So,” you started as the waiter left, and you could see the hint of a smile cross his lips. “Spencer, what do you do for fun?”
He hums a little, thinking. “I read, obviously, and I play poker, although I think half the team suspects I’m counting cards.” He leans forward. “Don't tell them, but I am.”
“You can count cards?” you asked, looking at him in disbelief.
He tilts his head to the side, and he looks like some kind of adorable dog, and your cheeks flush a little darker. “Is it that surprising?” Spencer asks. “I mean, if you know the math, it’s-“ He seems to stumble a little, like he’s worried he’ll bore you with the explanation.
“Keep going,” you prompt him, interested.
“I mean, it’s not foolproof,” he starts, the words flowing quickly from him. “You can’t really predict probability with any certainty. It’s just… really good guessing.” He smiles proudly. “I’m actually banned from a few casinos in Vegas.”
You sipped your wine, shaking your head. "You've gotta teach me how, cause I swear, Alex beats me every time."
“You play poker?” Spencer asked, and you nodded, taking another sip of wine. “Of course, you do,” he added, smiling. “You’re perfect,” he blurted, then started, his face flushing a deep colour.
You could fall in love with this man if you let yourself, and it’s a scary thought. Alex hadn’t been kidding when she said that Spencer was perfect for you. Then why was there this horrible pit in your stomach, like an anvil hovering over you?
The rest of the dinner went perfectly, Spencer pulling out your chair for you as you both prepared to leave. The air was crisp, just a little chilly — spring wasn’t quite ready to fully come out of hiding yet. There was a certain energy between you both; a sense of hope you had long forgotten, and as he walked you to your car, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up and meeting his eyes.
You'd felt this way before... four years ago when you met the man you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with, and suddenly, the idea of going through that again... It scared the living daylights out of you. "This was really nice," you managed, looking at him.
“It was,” he agreed, his hands shoving into his pockets. “I’d like to see you again.” He said it casually, but his eyes betrayed him, like he was afraid you were going to refuse.
You swallowed, reminding yourself to take a breath. "Spencer, you're... really great. I mean, seriously, any girl would be lucky to go out with you," you said slowly. "But if I'm honest... I only came out tonight to get Alex off my back."
You can see the way it crushes him; the light in his eyes dimming. His shoulders drop and his head lowers, and you feel a wave of guilt overcome you, but your feet stay rooted to the ground.
“I’m sorry,” he said, but you know his words are meant more for his own failings than for you - you can see it in his body language, how he’s withdrawing into himself. What you expect is for him to walk away; instead, he looks back up at you, and you feel your heart break as your eyes meet his pained ones.
"I'm the one who should be sorry," you said softly. "I should never have..." You took a sharp breath. "I like you, Spencer. A lot, probably more than I'm ready for. But I just got out of a long-term relationship. I'm not ready to jump into another one, especially with someone who... who deserves a lot more."
“I-I don’t mind taking things slow,” he said, his voice soft as his eyes searched your face, and you knew he was telling you the truth. But he doesn’t deserve to be some kind of… emotional training wheels for you, as you work through a bad breakup. He deserves more than you’ve got to offer.
"Of course you don't," you said, with a tinge of fondness. "You're perfect."
"I think I'm far from perfect," he says, with a self-deprecating grin. "But I'd be happy to be, um... whatever it is you're ready for."
You don't want to say it, but he's really, really, really hard to say 'No' to, and the fact he was so genuine in wanting to be around you made your heart clench. You wanted to say 'yes' so desperately.
Maybe you should say 'yes'. Just to see what happens.
"It's a bad idea," you said reluctantly, your resolve crumbling.
"But it might be just what you need," Spencer said, and he's right - you hate it but you can feel the way he's pulling you in. The way those hazel eyes hold you; the way you just want to spend more time with him.
A mistake, you think to yourself, just as his hand slides down, his fingers slotting with yours. A glorious mistake.
"I don't want to do that to you," you murmured, even though all you wanted to do was kiss him and take him home and ruin him.
"Please," he murmured, stepping just a little closer, as if you had any resolve left at this point. "I'm a big boy. I can make that decision for myself."
The way he stepped so close to you made your skin tingle, and something deep within you tightened, and you were sure that Spencer could see it in your eyes. Your free hand lifted, sliding along his cheek. "I can't," you said, thumb gliding against his cheekbone. "I'm sorry."
Spencer stepped back, and you watch the way his face falls, your hand falling away to your side, but he nods, and the part of you that wasn't ready for this, was happy you'd made that decision. That he would stay safe and away from you - but then he leaned down, and before you can process what it was, he presses a warm kiss to your cheek. "I had a really nice time, tonight," Spencer murmured, and you can hear the sound of his footsteps leave before you can get your mouth to work again.
"Me too," you murmured into the air, sinking against your car, wondering if you'd just made the biggest mistake of your life, letting him slip through your fingers.
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charlies-trainhopping · 3 days ago
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Airi decided to watch Shizuku onstage today, just to cheer her on this time in the SEKAI. She was close to the stage as she waited patiently for the concert to begin.
When the MMJ members came onstage, Airi watched them and Shizuku dance and sing, when Shizuku did something unexpected.
She came up to the edge of the stage off script, and approaching her, kneeled and offered her hand to Airi, inviting her onstage, a spotlight focused solely on the two girls. Airi just looked up, the bright lights making the teal-eyed idol illuminate from behind her. She couldn't help but blush a little at the sight, especially with Shizuku smiling like that...
Shizuku's hand was still outstretched.
Airi happily took it.
Art process below and sappy ramble! (For the final time)
Wow. It's day seven. What a week! This was honestly such an enjoyable event, and I'm really happy with everything I accomplished during it. I got to push my ability to draw a lot this week, and experiment and add new methods and extra details to my artstyle because of these two fictional characters. It was super fun seeing how people took the same prompt and made incredible works of art through different medias. So, thank you to Shizuai i think, and Emotsper for introducing me to the ship to begin with and introducing the Week event to me.
Okay here's the ACTUAL art procress
First off. 9 hours were put into the creation of these two individual pieces. CRAZY, RIGHT. Anyways, i wanted this piece to really test my current abilities at perspective, and I wanted to make this last day really grandoise and well made. So i did! This is one of my first genuine attempts at a perspective piece with HANDS. I did a lot of pinterest scrolling lol. But, im genuinely really proud of how the hands turned out, especially since the hands are meant to be one of the main focal points.
The song lyrics are from Sailor Song by Gigi Perez. I wouldn't say they sing them at concerts, but I feel like Shizuai would sing this to themselves when they're both alone together and would have a sweet lesbian duet.
Also, i wanna say i love airi's fit i drew here so i will prolly post about it later lmao
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some-zer0 · 3 months ago
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I think if Alice wants to actually get through to Gwen she should do it in a format Gwen understands (presentations that really could've just been an email)
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chloesimaginationthings · 7 months ago
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Vanny finally meets FNAF tape girl in person...
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lotus-pear · 2 months ago
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ace detective more like ace DEFECTIVE
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ryssbelle · 10 months ago
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Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!
Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎
#my art#marinette dupain cheng#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanart#style mimic#sorry for the @s btw#yall should go follow those artists if you dont already also#this was sort of inspired by a post the three artists on the top row made#i think they all got together and drew with one another#which is really cool#but i was genuinely confused because i mimic styles a lot#and ive seen others do it too so i was just like#wow they really know each others styles really well#until i thought about it and read their posts some more#style mimicking is really freaking fun and i think its really good practice#and a good way to explore other ways of doing things#like you really have to learn new techniques and get out of your comfort zone#also anna scribbles i could not find a recent pic of marinette in her main outfit#so thats the only marinette i drew in different clothes cuz i couldnt find a more recent ref of you drawing it#anna scribble marinette has privileges thats the others dont#but ye#i also threw my own style in there as a frame of reference to what me draw like#ive drawn marinette before just not in a loooong while#sabertooth walrus was the hardest for me to mimic cuz they have a broad range in their style#so its like which sabertooth do i wanna be in this pic#Buggachat has such a distinct style thats very clean and consistent which is amazing so they were easy#being easy or hard arent bad things either it also has to do with like styles meeting up with one another#buggachats and mine arent too too different in some shapes and aspects#so yeah itd be easier plus they drew marinette like 3 sec ago so i have more recent of a ref#as opposed to sabertooth who i have a recent ref of ladybug but not marinette so we got two diff styles in one
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ricky-mortis · 4 months ago
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Criminally, this is the first time I’ve ever drawn the Informant.
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amanitacurses · 11 months ago
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Into the Depths Into your Arms
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raiiny-bay · 6 months ago
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some WIPs from the 80s AU i never finished
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sp1resong · 6 months ago
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remember my name - mitski
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actuallyjustabiscuit · 5 months ago
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You know, you’ve been a good…friend to me.
Friend! I like the sound of that.
Ever since @endomentendo finalized Ragatha’s role in their Digital Wonderland AU I’ve been dying to do a redraw of one of my favorite pages from the graphic novel Wonderland by Tommy Kovac using these characters!
I love love LOVE Ragatha as Mary Ann!
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canisalbus · 9 months ago
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Hi there! Are you participating in Artfight this year?
I can't say for sure, but I'd like to!
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theartofdreaming1 · 8 months ago
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"The Heather? And the Quinn?!"
Every once in a while, my old Kim Possible obsession will come back in full force and resistance shall prove futile - so I might as well have some fun and indulge in drawing my very first OTP (plus, they just look really cute in this scene from "And the Mole Rat Will be CGI" ;)
I love the way I can always find something new to appreciate about the show whenever I return to it - this time, I've grown absolutely enamored with its stylized backgrounds: the simple shapes that are still so effective at communicating just enough information about the environment while being very aesthetically pleasing at the same time... *chef's kiss* Very fascinating to me, who is still struggling with backgrounds.
I might have to recreate a few more stills - purely for the sake of studying and improving my own art, of course ;)
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non-un-topo · 2 years ago
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Thinking about the sniper duo
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tsukasalover · 6 months ago
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did the blorbo chart with wxs
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