#why is it always this time when i post art

[dawnkiller08]

Omg thank you TwT and so sorry for my account being full of so many reblogs. I’m working on moving my art to a different blog so it’s easier to find it all lol. The tagging never annoys me :3 I love being tagged into things. We did meet on TikTok, you’re the reason why I’m on tumblr too. Thank you for helping me get out of my comfort zone and bringing me here. It’s been really great. I’m slowly beginning to live my dream of becoming a well known artist and I like to credit you since you’ve been supporting me :) Ik we don’t really talk but you hold a special place in my heart. Again thank you so much for the tag. You’ve made my day.

@snowysoong SNOWYYYY! You’re one of a kind man. I love all the convos we’ve had and all the crazy stuff you send me. I’m so glad I reached out because you’re an amazing friend. I also gotta say I don’t think I’ve seen someone so dedicated to a character before XD I don’t think anyone loves Lore more than you. Your art is also amazing. Sometimes I wanna go on a liking spree but I feel that could be annoying XD I don’t wanna spam your notifications. Oh also thank you for introducing me to that comic site I think I would’ve died without it. I also really hate the time zone difference because I’d love to game with you or just call often. When the day we finally call comes around we should watch stuff during it. Maybe an episode of TNG with Lore in it *wink wink* You always make me laugh and smile. Whenever we talk it makes my day a little better. Trust that one day we will hang out irl. Never change Snowy <3

@dream-castt HEY DUDE! You’re a new mutual and friend but I already hold many treasured moments with you. The start of our friendship will always be a funny story to me. Thank you for info dumping lore of your oc on me the first time we talk lol. Another thanks to you for introducing me to VR chat. I still can’t believe my dumbass thought you had to have VR to play XD. Playing with you is hella fun. You always got some oc lore to drop and you’re really good at impressions. Your Scout impression is my favorite it’s really good ofc alongside your Connor impression. Sorry I’m kinda bad at roleplaying lol Oh also I love the random pics of your cat you send. I’m looking forward to the next time we call :) *sending you virtual ravioli*

Anyone else I would’ve tagged were already tagged lol Most of you are in the discord server. You people are crazy XD You guys make me laugh. I’ve also read most everyone’s fanfics. Top notch stuff I gotta say. Especially yours @dataentryspecialist. To the rest of my mutuals ily guys. I don’t really interact with you but I see your posts and smile. Hopefully you know all of you are dear to me. Wishing everyone a wonderful day/evening :)

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[artstennisracket]

Stalker!Art

cw: nsfw(18+), masturbation, stalking, breaking and entering, and more stalking, fem!reader

Art had been so good. He hasn’t followed you in almost 3 days. That’s a long time. Not knowing what you’re up to. Well also not really true, he was still stalking all your socials. You had public accounts so that was easy. Late at night, watching your stories from beach days or clubbing with friends with his hand down his pants and shirt bitten between his teeth as he cums.

Point being, he hasn’t physically followed you in three days. No watching you walk from class to class with Andrea (your best friend), no watching your soccer practices from behind the bleachers, and even no sitting two tables behind you in the library while you study from 9-11pm every tuesday and thursday. He has completely left you alone for three days. In a physical sense.

So this was a treat—a reward. For being so good and letting you have your space. At least that’s what he has to keep telling himself as he makes his way through your cracked bedroom window on the first floor of your apartment building.

He doesn’t really know what he’s looking for he just knows he needs something. Rummaging around in your dresser. Bras, socks, bikinis. He even finds the red gingham bikini you wore in your last ig post. Letting his fingers feel the material, shiver running up his spine. But he can’t take this, you’d notice it’s gone.

Making his way to your night stand and bingo. Your panties. So many different kinds. Frilly, lacy, plain cotton, boy shorts, thongs, mesh. He almost melts to a puddle right there. Until he spots it. Your small bullet vibrator. Fuck.

It’s a blur but he ends up grabbing a pair of your panties from the designated dirty clothes pile next to your hamper. Not sure why they didn’t make it into the hamper but he doesn’t care, you can be as messy as you want. Be messy with him. For him. On him. Make a mess all over his fucking cock and—jesus, there’s something wrong with him.

It doesn’t stop him from laying on your bed and pulling his shorts down to start jerking off. Dirty panties bunched up in his fist pressed against his nose. Deeply inhaling your scent, mouth hanging open. Silencing his moans to be as quiet as possible. Breathing picking up.

Grabbing your vibrator to press on the underside of his tip and yeah he isn’t gonna last long at all. Thinking about all the times you’ve used this exact vibrator. Pressing it against your clit, teasing your wet hole. Legs shaking, rubbing the sensitive nubs on your chest. Moaning, borderline crying from how overstimulated you are with the vibrator pressed directly on the bundle of nerves.

He would know. He knows because he’s watched you. Many many times. Peeking through your bedroom curtains late at night. He’s memorized your schedule, you don’t do it every night but the nights you do it’s always around 12am. So he’d just wait, every night, outside your window. Most times you’d just fall asleep but some nights you’d reach into that same nightstand drawer and go at it.

Thinking about that one night you came three times, with your voice muffled by your pillow. Face down ass up, surprising yourself when you squirted for the first time ever. Art almost came in his pants on the spot. But now he doesn’t have to hold back, cumming all over himself as his abs flex.

Wiping it up with your dirty panties, stuffing it into his pocket. Making sure to leave everything else exactly where he found it.

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[sugar-petals]

Have you seen the preview for Huening Kai's Dance with You because ooooh??? Oh I'm so sorry, I'm not familiar with his game and now he has my attention. Love to see he finally has his moments as he ages gracefully. I understand why some fans can't describe how beautiful he is when they see him in real life.

(his hips movement wooow) https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=klSo4QZiVSI&t=7s&pp=2AEHkAIB

YES let's talk about it! huening kai - time for an appreciation post - is really one of the best-looking guys out there, and not just because he aces the jack frost hair: he's been serving looks comeback after comeback. the 'dark and alluring' concept has suited him spectacularly ever since. (my favorite styling below)

he's kind of like a solemn, very tall, very beautiful puppy. with glowing perfect skin at that. hyuka has this stunning nose that sets him apart, and incredible bone structure.

let's just be honest. the submissive energy this man has. oh my goodness. i'm not the first one to point it out ahem OP is so right he's super breathy with his angelic singing, he IS the fairy of shampoo (my favorite TXT song)

...then there's this picure... who wouldn't want to boss this huge man around a little smh his brooding sub energy pops through the screen wtf hyuka he's such a pretty prince

he's always had something sensual and 'different' that puts him with the greats like exo's kai and skz' hyunjin. but he's also cozy and absorbed in his own fantasy world, like a merman...

...usually not projecting outwards in his stage persona, which i find interesting especially as his personality contradicts it lmao!

i love how spicy txt's new era is, the versatility. this is gonna incinerate the TL for days. however (on a humorous note) i do struggle to see huening kai at a tender 22 years 'aging gracefully' OTL i just thought about taehyung using the grandpa filter app hhh

i'm not a native speaker but i thought this was a 50+ idiom out there? 😭 ppl please educate me - or has kpop ageism gone to far these days and men hit the wall at 20 - you probably meant he looks more mature (while dancing?) now which he clearly does 😉 grinding on a cane smh they're going freak mode

in any case, this man is art though. it reminds me of skz' RED LIGHTS or taeyong's clips of dancing alone in several cities (here's our steamy playlist now!). imagine meeting kai in a jazz club or something, that's the kind of scenario this evokes.

[yukioos]

bathing and combing giyuu’s hair after a hard day

giyuu’s tired, battered, and bruised. he single-handedly took on about a dozen demons, and although he always acts like it isn’t a big deal, he’s come home with darker bags under his eyes after fighting demons. the guilt he feels when he can’t save someone is self-destructive, and this job has been wearing him out.

he never knows when or if he’ll be able to come back to your safe, warm embrace again.

but when he comes back to your estate, which has become a habit instead of going to his own, you’ve already drawn him a warm bath, and you stand in the bathroom with a shy smile on your face.

you’ve always known about giyuu’s feelings, about his past, especially with his childhood best friend. he’s never felt like he deserves to be the water hashira, or even a hashira itself for that matter. even with all of your reassurance, he still doesn’t believe that he is deserving of the ‘lord’ title.

but intimate moments like these tell him enough. the way you bathe him so gently makes him feel delicate, though not in a negative way. your touch makes him feel like he’s worth something, like he isn’t just an unfortunate source of power.

so as soon as he silently gets into the bath, and you begin rubbing soap on his bare chest, he lets out a sigh. he knows it’s an intimate moment, and he wouldn’t rather have anyone else but you with him. you run your hands over his scars and new bruises, treating him like a masterpiece, a piece of art.

and when you’re done scrubbing his entire body, you bring some clean water up to his hair, and he willingly tilts his head back, something you’ve told him to do so water doesn’t run into his eyes. once you’ve rinsed it, you place a gentle kiss on his wet cheek, and although he’s had a stoic expression for most of the time, he gives you a small smile.

you hand him a towel and stand up, leaving and closing the door behind you so he can dry himself off and get dressed for bed.

a couple of minutes pass, and before you know it, he’s opening the door to your bedroom and closing it behind you. he kneels in front of you, back facing you so you can comb through his hair.

you untangle his long hair and brush through it. a soft sigh of pleasure leaves him, and you smile at his relief. he sits through the session with no complaints.

when you’re done, you place a kiss on his neck and watch him shudder at the unexpected touch. you giggle at his sensitivity, and he grumbles at your teasing.

but you tap his back, a movement you do so he knows you’re getting up to climb into bed, and he follows you.

he bends down and crawls into bed next to you, quickly finding comfort in your warmth.

though something’s missing, and you’re not cuddling him how you normally do.

he begins to feel frustrated until your lips are soft and pressing against his, giving him plush, comforting kisses.

he feels the bed shift underneath him, and he places a hand on your back, rubbing it up and down. when you try to pull away, he quietly chases your lips, and you reluctantly come back to kissing him.

you’re practically on top of him, legs and arms caging him in, but your kisses slow down, and eventually, you give him one more kiss before lying back down.

giyuu lets out a small, almost inaudible huff. he’ll never admit it, but he already misses your lips on his, and he misses your touch too.

your arm, however, finds its way to his stomach and lies across it. you cuddle up more to him, and although his hands aren’t all over you like yours are to him, he places a reassuring, large hand on your back.

right before you drift off to sleep, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead, and giyuu feels you cling on tighter to him.

when the day ends, giyuu realizes that all of his hardships are worth it if he’s able to come home to you.

first demon slayer writing, hope that whoever finds this enjoys it!! i forgot to post last night, sorry

tried to keep in mind what people had access to during the taisho era. thats why this may have been written a little weirdly

[himasgod]

Hello there!

I loved your recent Crowley drabble and I thought of some good ‘ol agnst in a different situation of father Crowley and the reader who is their child. >:)

Crowley lost their child, the reader, due to a tragic accident, maybe an overblot incident they triggered it by accident because they were not self aware of how much magic they were using as they played around. I would like for the reader to be a humanoid, like Ortho, and is applied to NRC as an assistant of Crowley. With some strange looks, some first year students and others question the reader what figure they are suppose to represent and why they are here for.

Reader then explains that they are supposed to represent a figure dear to Crowley, but doesn’t get too much into detail since Crowley cuts them off. It then ends off with them both in the Headmage office, where Crowley expresses sorrow as they cup their cheek.

Have a good day/night!

-🗝️

CROWLEY AND READER

Where he lost his child in an accident and decides to build you as a representation of him

Where, as Crowley's child, you were born with a completely overwhelming and unstable magic, dying of an overblot at a young age. So, Crowley decides to create your new self: a puppet that looks just like his kid.

referring to this fluff where crowley raised reader and he's their self-proclamed father...

art credit to vitacarniss on twitter (I'm not sure if they're the original artist, since there's no explicit signature or authorship on the post)

It was spring when it happened. The garden was awash in pink blossoms.

You, his child, his light, his laugh—were spinning in the field barefoot.

You had been born with irregular magic, but you’d only just bloomed into it. It clung to you like mist. You played with it. Sang to it. You told Crowley proudly that your hands felt tingly every time you concentrated.

He should have seen it. Should have known.

You overblotted by accident.

Too much magic, too much happiness, too much love for the world that hadn’t yet taught you to fear yourself.

The overblot consumed you in seconds.

He saw your little body rise surrounded by darkness, blot, ink, and glittering petals of your magic gone wrong. And then—

Ash.

The headmage never forgave himself.

You walk the halls of NRC with silent steps. Everything is new. And old. Every sound echoes in your synthetic ears with perfect clarity.

You are an assistant now. An artificial being. Your face is modeled after someone who once laughed under a cherry tree.

That someone was you. But not quite. Not anymore.

You're not a student, not really. Not anymore. You wear tailored robes marked “STAFF,”

Your title is “Administrative Representative of the Headmage.” But they call you other things.

“That thing Crowley built.” “The ghost kid.” “Crowley’s doll.”

Your smile is always polite. Your magic core pulses softly.

Simulated breath in, out. One-two-three.

Crowley told you not to tell them. Told you it would be easier.

“They wouldn’t understand, little one. Let them think you’re a project. It’s safer that way.”

But you remember warm hands. A mask. A voice in the dark that once whispered lullabies to help you sleep.

You're sorting scrolls by the library shelves when the new first years corner you.

They're not cruel. Just… curious. They’ve never seen anything like you. Ace is first.

"So… seriously. What are you supposed to be? You don’t go to class, but you’re everywhere. Like—what are you? You’re not a ghost, right? Or, uh… sorry, was that rude?"

Deuce adds, “Are you like Ortho? Are you a robot?”

You pause. Your voice comes carefully calibrated. Still yours.

“I’m not a robot. I was made using magic, not machines. …I’m a representation,”

“But why? Like—what do you represent?”

You tilt your head.

“I represent someone dear to the Headmage. Someone he lost.”

Silence. That shuts them up. For a moment, the air in the library feels heavy.

Their faces shift from confusion to pity, then to discomfort.

Deuce opens his mouth, but the click of boots interrupts him, there’s a loud flutter of robes behind you.

Crowley.

He’s across the library in seconds, robes flaring. Gloved hand on your shoulder. Too firm.

“That’s quite enough, wouldn’t you say?”

He’s smiling. But you recognize the panic in his eyes. You were programmed to.

“My dear assistant is far too busy for idle chitchat! Shoo! Shoo, children, shoo!”

They scatter like startled ravens.

He doesn’t speak as he leads you out.

You say nothing either.

But your fingers tighten around the edge of your robe.

It’s late.

He hasn’t looked at you since you returned.

You stand by the window, arms at your sides. You don’t fidget. You were not programmed to. But your magic core feels tight .

“Are you angry with me?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” you murmur.

He doesn’t answer.

Your joints ache with simulated weariness. You watch his face. Tired. Drawn. Shadows deep beneath his eyes.

He finally speaks.

“You were just a child…”

The words are barely a whisper.

“You didn’t even know what an overblot was. You thought magic was a toy. You were so proud of your first flame, remember? You laughed when it turned blue.”

You nod. You remember. Or at least… you were made to remember.

“ But that’s not the point.”

You nod. “Then what is?”

“You remember things I didn’t teach you. You hum songs I haven’t sung since—since the garden. You laugh exactly the same way. And then you speak to them like you’re real.”

You say nothing. Because you don’t know if he’s right.

Are you real?

You have memories. But they were built. You have feelings, but you don’t know if they’re yours, or echoes of the child you’re based on.

“They’re going to start asking more questions,” Crowley says quietly. “They’ll dig. They’ll find out about the overblot. About what happened to you.”

You walk across the room and sit on the armrest beside him.

“Do you regret it?”

He looks at you. Really looks.

“I couldn’t save you. So I rebuilt you. Not because I thought I should… but because I couldn’t breathe without you.”

You tilt your head into his hand as he cups your cheek.

His touch is reverent. Careful. Porcelain aagainst his skin. He always touches you like he’s terrified you’ll break again like a broken doll.

“You're not my child”

You nod.

“But you sound like them. Smile like them. And sometimes I swear I see the same spark in your eyes. I just… I needed you. I still need you.”

You rest your hand over his.

Simulated, inorganic warmth.

“Would you rather I didn’t exist?”

“No. Never. Not for a moment.”

[tndrfvr]

Leon's hair color.

I don't fully understand why this is a mystery to some people, but it somehow is. Still, I want to talk about it because there's a point to be made regarding 3d and color, and I will only touch this once. Leon is a 3d character made for games and CGI animations. He's not a real person with real, actual hair. 3d tries to imitate real life, but it's absolutely not the same. We should compare him with other characters. Hair colors don't exist solely in a vacuum. They are inserted into a context, and our brains adapt to the context, optical illusions happen because of that. In 3d, many things can influence the resulting color on your screen. That's why I believe comparing his hair with the rest of the characters is effective. These characters are being rendered together, in the same light, same rendering technique, with the same possible color filter over them. If you look at a screenshot of a character with a blasting hot, warm light and a filter, it will skew your perception. That's why having other characters will give you a valuable reference point. You know what black hair is, you know what blonde hair is, so that helps put it into perspective. If he's not sharing a scene with both characters, we can draw comparisons to other characters. If character 1 is blonde and character 2 is brunette, even if Leon isn't standing by 1, if you compare him to 2, you have a reference point, then you compare 2 to 1 and draw your own conclusions.

So if we compare him to every other character of the game or cgi movie he's in, Leon's always in the middle of black and blonde, which is... brown. It's even clearer how brown his hair is when he's next to a blonde character. While he does have a lighter brown than other characters, it's still brown. If anything, ripping the 3d models and looking at their base textures will tell you the base color the artist planned for him. Which from all the models I've seen, it's brown, but if you want to argue for a dark blonde in some specific cases, I'll still disagree, but it's your free will. You want to headcanon him as blonde, you do you. But if you want to argue he's canon blonde, you better have a really solid argument. And yeah, I know I made a post about the technical part behind Re4make, but I'll still include this:

His hair, even in the most blonde looking game of all time, still has a considerably darker shade than Ashley's. There's a video of the models testing the hair physics rendering time in the RE engine, and look how darker his hair is compared to Ashley's. I also ripped the models from the game and put them side by side:

Look me in the eye and tell me this isn't brown. All that said... Capcom doesn't care, look at all the colors Claire had, or how Chris mutated his eye color every now and then. Capcom isn't the best when it comes to consistency, but it's still funny seeing how they make his hair brown in almost every single game and movie, but one singular game convinced the entire fandom he's blonde (I admit RE6 had an influence too). From his concept art to DI, he always had brown hair. If Capcom planned for him to be blonde, they really failed when they released a movie months after Re4make with his hair back to brown. But listen, I know, it's Capcom. They'll retcon Leon's hair to blonde if they really want to. They really liked hair strands, so there's a high chance they'll come back with the same shading issue in RE. But don't you dare tell me he was always blonde. A retcon is still a retcon.

[olderthannetfic]

ive been thinking about monetization of fanart for a while since i do sell fanart and fan crafts myself and also buy them from other people, and like, i feel totally fine about the buying and selling of prints and merch of fanart because it's more like the focus of purchasing a physical object than purchasing the art itself, because most of the time fanartists post their art for free because they want to share it and then have the option to charge money for physical objects of said art, which isn't really a thing for fanfic unless it's someone doing ficbinding commissions or something.

aside from it being obvious why advertising on ao3 is bad and not allowed, in terms of fan culture i think the paywalling of sharing fanwork is more ethically and socially icky than artists putting up the option of buying things from them but otherwise still just participating and sharing, because imo violating the gift economy of fandom is more about withholding the community of art on the condition of profit, when most fanartists arent really doing that, even if big ones often do. most people including me post their work for free as part of the gift economy because they genuinely want to share it, but i also genuinely want people to have prints and things of what i make as well, but sometimes that costs money i dont have? so i dont see how putting up prints for sale for people to buy from me if they want to is bad or hurting the fan culture around me. i might be being ridiculous but ive always been terrified of charging money for art anyway because i really want it to be free, but it just isnt feasible for everything i want to give to be free, and it's one of the only ways im able to supplement my income so at least it's something i love making that people in my direct community want to pay for. i think just blanket "selling fanart is bad" stuff is really focused so much on money in hobby space bad ideas rather than the idea of an equitable exchange within community being possible. sharing everything you can for free but charging when you discern it's time to is possible without hurting anyone. and i also worry all the time that random people will hate or resent me for charging money for prints of stuff i already posted in fandom for free lol

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Physical stuff costs money to produce, whether it's a print or a zine or a piece of jewelry. At the very least, the maker needs to cover their materials costs, yes.

But money has a way of messing up social spaces even when all of the art is available for free and the intentions are good. It's certainly far less toxic than when someone's pulling that first chapter's free, pay here to read more bullshit.

[104cadetlauren]

“Any regrets, Levi?”

Levi woke up gasping for breath, drenched in sweat. His throat burned, like he had just inhaled smoke. The dream was too real. Too vivid.

This was why he never let himself look out the window when the plane took off back in Odiha. He knew it would haunt him forever. It had happened before, with Furlan, Isabel, Petra, and Erwin—and in every dream, he was powerless to save them. He couldn’t change the ending, only relive it.

So even if it tore him apart, he refused to look. He didn’t want to see Hange like that. Not burning, not falling. He wanted to remember her alive.

It was always the same dream, Hange slowly being engulfed in flames, but he can’t reach her. No matter how fast he ran, the distance between them was not closing, it only gets wider and wider and when he finally reaches her, it was already too late, the flames already engulfed her all the while asking, ‘Any regrets, Levi?’

“Fuck it.” Levi cursed at himself.

That fucking phrase, no regrets.

It was starting to feel like an excuse. Something they would say to justify the decisions they can’t undo, to live with the consequences of their decisions, even if they were the wrong ones.

But still, Levi clung to it like a prayer.

His gaze drifted to the broken pair of glasses on his bedside table, the only thing he kept there. A makeshift tomb for someone he could barely hold onto in memory. That’s when it hit him: the promise he never kept. He had promised to get her a replacement back at HQ, but he never got the chance.

It’s been a long time since he truly lived by that phrase, no regrets. Maybe he had managed to live with it, but he still had regrets. And all of them were about Hange.

Despite how he felt about her, he always chose duty because it was the right thing to do. Whenever she was injured, she left her care to others like Armin or Moblit, it was never him. He was always chasing enemies, following orders, making sure he never failed Erwin’s commands. But Hange… she momentarily dropped everything. Her duties, her principles, just to save him back in the forest when she could’ve easily walked away. And now, here he was, regretting that he couldn’t even get her a damn replacement for her glasses, when he was the one who promised.

He held the broken pair of glasses, the little tomb at his bedside.

“No regrets, right, Hange? …Then why does not choosing you feel like the one thing I’ll never forgive myself for?”

With that, Levi was condemned to another restless, hollow night, his mind trapped in a cycle of regrets that refused to let him rest.

——- Author’s note: I felt so attacked when I saw this artwork by @niwow-s. It was so moving. I immediately imagined Levi’s pain, and I just couldn’t handle it. I need some catharsis! Hange never questioned any of Levi’s decisions, not even during the serum bowl. So seeing Hange slowly engulfed by flames, asking Levi if he has any regrets… the feels. Anyways, thanks again @niwow-s for giving me something to write about. Really loved your art!

Lastly, this ficlet/ flashfic is also posted on my AO3 Account under the title : The Lies We Tell

[grimalkinscribbles]

Hello!! I really love your art, especially your lines and the way everything flows while being filled with detail. I esp love the blend of surreal and soft, darkness and fairy tale. Do you have any process videos or posts about how you draw/ how you started?

Thank you for sharing your art! You inspire me immensely. <3

Awe 🥺 thank you. 🫶 Honestly there’s no greater joy as an artist then when people describe your work how you want it to be perceived and take inspiration from it!

Besides the occasional wip post I haven’t delved much into posting about my process, or how I got into art.

As for specific brushes/ textures I use, I’ve actually yapped about this before! You can find the post here. My process is still relatively the same only now instead of lowering the paper texture opacity I’ll set the layer to subtract too. Also I’ve been using the default procreate calligraphy shale brush for bg detailing.

I’ve tried numerous times now to write about how I started and BASICALLY. There isn’t anything nearly remotely resembling a straight and narrow explanation. I’ve been fumbling the entire way and I’m still fumbling. I started out just sketching things I liked from real life and photo references. This was animals, characters from my favorite movies, model poses I thought were pretty. I didn’t really have any favorite artists or inspirations at the time. I guess I wanted to be as good as my dad? He was an ultra realistic dnd kinda artist so THAT’S why I think I started off trying to replicate realism.

I didn’t get into digital art until my mom suggested I buy an art tablet with the inheritance I got from my dad passing. She ALSO picked it out. And the program. I’ve been drawing on an iPad Pro on procreate ever since. Thanks mom. (If you get an iPad Pro you have GOT to get a paper texture screen protector for that thang because you CANNOT draw on the glass)

I had it for a few years but wasn’t very consistent with drawing (or any good, for that matter). I had another art blog once upon a time where I posted arcana fanart and art of my friends ocs. ITS UNFORTUNATE I don’t really have anything to show for that portion of my life because I have a chronic fear that even looking at past works will regress my skills 💀 so they’ve slowly been deleted over time.

Don’t delete your works even if you hate them and think they’re garbage because after a few years of consistently drawing you’ll be amazed at the comparison.

I didn’t really start seeing improvement until I got ‘serious’ about art. That is, intentionally carving out time for it every. Single. Day. This was around when I started drawing touchstarved fanart. For me the only time I really have energy for art is before work so I’m getting up at the ungodly hour of 4:30 for an hour or two of drawing. To me it’s very much worth it.

When it comes to style and inspiration I’ve always loved folklore and fairytales! Here’s a list of a lot of the artists that’ve inspired me to continue drawing

Traditional:

Jaw Cooper, Vanessa Gillings, Taryn Knight, Cecile Berrube, Monge Jean-Baptiste, Iris Compiet, Larry MacDougall, Beatrix Potter, John Bauer, Heikala, Lavera Grace

Mixed media:

Owly Jules, C-kiddo, Marika Paz

Digital:

Wickwheat, Sara Kipin, Marlowe Lune, Jamie Green, May Lee, inimeitiel, Mogo Shin

As for my process/ process videos-

Tumblr keeps eating the timelapse I’m trying to upload for you, so I’ll try on a separate post 🙄 if you don’t see it within the next week, I didn’t succeed. I think process videos are far more helpful than images- but in the meantime, here’s the cleanest piece process I have to date:

Start off with a rough sketch

Refine the details

Lineart

Coloring ✨

I hope this was insightful in some way shape or form!

Thank you very much for popping by c:

[rasqberrypetalpostcards]

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fake scenarios and real feelings: daydreaming as emotional rehearsal an essay about imaginary conversations, survival fantasies, and why the scenarios in your head still matter even if they never happen

you’re lying in bed again. or maybe staring out a window. or maybe walking home with your headphones in, eyes glazed over and just a little too far away. and it starts.

the fake scenario. the mental movie. the daydream you’ve played so many times you could recite it in your sleep.

they finally say the thing you’ve always needed to hear. you get the apology you’ll never receive. you walk into the room and everyone looks. you save the world. or you cry in someone’s arms. or someone finds you and says, “i’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

it’s not real. not technically. but it feels like something. sometimes, it feels like everything.

daydreaming isn’t delusion. it’s rehearsal.

it’s your brain running simulations. your heart test-driving outcomes.

you imagine what you’d say if you ever saw them again. you picture your future self finally happy, finally safe. you imagine being chosen — loudly, obviously, without hesitation.

and maybe it’s fiction. but it’s also preparation.

because deep down, you’re practicing how it might feel. what you’d do. what you’d want. what you’d need.

fake conversations are sometimes more honest than real ones

in the scenarios, you’re articulate. you don’t stumble. you don’t shrink. you don’t apologize for existing.

you say everything you’re too afraid to say out loud. you scream. or whisper. or cry without shame.

you get closure. you get clarity. you get control.

and no one interrupts you. no one rolls their eyes. no one walks away.

it’s not just a fantasy. it’s a version of you that feels brave.

and sometimes, imagining that version is the first step to becoming her.

we dream of love because we need to believe it could exist

the fake scenarios aren’t just about drama or romance. they’re about comfort.

someone wraps you in a blanket. someone reads your mind and tells you it’s okay. someone chooses you when no one else ever has.

and maybe that’s never happened. maybe it never will.

but dreaming it? letting yourself feel what it would be like?

that’s healing in its own soft, private way.

because your body doesn’t always know the difference between real and imagined. it just knows you finally felt safe.

the world is loud. daydreaming is where we go to be heard.

sometimes, we create fake arguments just to practice our rage. sometimes, we imagine praise because no one gives it to us. sometimes, we walk through entire storylines where we’re seen, celebrated, held.

and people mock it. they call it cringe. childish. a waste of time.

but what they don’t see is that it saves us.

the imagined life is where we go when the real one is too sharp. when we don’t know what we’re doing. when we need somewhere — anywhere — to belong.

and sometimes, we write it down. because feeling it once isn’t enough.

fake scenarios become stories. become poetry. become posts at 2 a.m. with tags like “i need this to be real” and “they don’t even exist but they understand me.”

and that’s not embarrassing. it’s art. it’s coping. it’s hope.

we don’t imagine because we’re naive. we imagine because we’re still here.

despite everything. despite how many times reality has disappointed us.

we keep dreaming.

daydreams are grief with a prettier ending

they’re what we wanted. what we didn’t get. what we’re still aching for.

sometimes, they’re the version of life that loved us back. the one where we’re held before we fall. where someone sees us unravel and says, “stay. i’ll help.”

they’re not weakness. they’re memorials.

tiny emotional rituals we repeat in the dark. so the lonely parts of us don’t forget what warmth feels like.

so maybe the scenario is fake — but the ache it soothes is real

and that’s enough.

if imagining it helps you breathe again, it counts. if it makes you cry and then feel better, it counts. if it gets you through another day — it counts.

your mind gave you a safe place. your heart gave you a soft landing. you didn’t get what you needed, so you built it in your head.

and that’s not pathetic.

that’s survival.

scribbled in the margins by, R.

[freebooter4ever]

so i have a rant that's been boiling for a few days. yall know i have a silly crush on an artist in the same industry im in, so naturally im obsessed with all the wips and progress shots he posts. but recently he shared a sculpt that featured a female character with insane but sadly typical proportions. the character had that inescapable 3D "pretty girl" face shape, a waist smaller than her head, and breasts as large as her head.

i dont usually date in the industry and tbh this is partially why - so many men who are drawn to 3D in gaming have this imaginary idea of women fueled by cartoon images (or worse models and celebrities and influencers online who surgically alter themselves to fit caricatures of real life). so often i come across a man whose work i admire only to find out the rest of his art is just sculptures of big breasted tiny waisted women with same face syndrome everywhere. its like they are more in love with the concept of a beautiful sex object in a tower to be saved than interested in actual real life women who might have things like fat rolls.

this is why stuff like this:

makes me so angry. it's the gilmore girls problem all over again but twenty fucking years later and why havent we learned????

nobody eats junk food like the gilmore girls. both rory and lorelai are slender and fit but they eat nonstop, talk about eating all the time, dont consider nutrition or health at all, and act as if all this is totally normal. the excuse the writers gave is the exact same one the kpop dh writers gave: they want their special characters to be 'not like other girls'. its fake feminism in disguise. sure tell the next generation of little girls that they can eat a bunch of food like demon hunters do... but then design the female characters with impossibly small waists and perfect bodies. It sets up an unrealistic standard that is even worse than real life idols who at least tend to admit how carefully controlled their diet and fitness is to maintain the illusion of effortless perfection.

literally her thigh is the width of her waist. wtf. and when we compare the hunters to the fans in the movie, the fans are the only characters who are allowed to have different body types, but who are also colorless, dull, shapeless, and plain. no little girl is going to want to grow up to be a fan. in a movie that was trying to critique the obsession of perfection in idol culture, it really failed to actually push the boundaries and let the idols be anything less than perfect.

when i grew up watching movies with belle or jasmine or esmerelda, i was always disappointed that unlike these cartoons my body went straight up and down and i was never as delicate and dainty as these female drawings were. and i was a skinny kid!

i of all people should have felt represented by the skinny characters i saw on screen, but even i knew i wasn't the right kind of skinny. i still yearned to be delicate and beautiful like the caricatures of women drawn by men who were my childhood heroes. and no matter how much i grew taller my waist kept growing wider and was never as small as child me felt it 'should' have been.

my wish would be that the next generation of little girls wouldn't have to grow up with that kind of body caricature shoved in their faces... and yet its 2025 and we are still doing it. and its literally everywhere, you cant escape it as a woman. its why plastic surgery is starting to feel almost like a necessity if you want to actually 'fit in' or be a 'main' character in life instead of someone who just watches the rest of the world be cool.

why is it that when little girls are still young they are allowed to be goofy/silly/messy, but also are allowed to look goofy/silly/messy too:

but when they 'grow up' they all have to visually fit a specific mold so that male audiences will find them attractive.

im so bored of seeing animated women with the same face and body type over and over and over and over and over.....

[projecthipster]

Holy shit, someone else knows Scratch Buffalo?

I attended Chris’s (guitarist) solo show in a neighbourhood church lobby in high school, and I’m a kinda-regular known by Mark (drummer) at his and his wife’s cool vintage shop in the East Village. Mark gave me that exact record, the EP with Shoot Me With Your Camera and Strawberry Soda, for free after I showed him that I had Chris’s home recorded early CDs (from that 2010-ish? church lobby show) ripped to my phone. Hello other fellow Buffalohead! Scratcher? We’ll come up with a name.

I also saw Vivek Shraya give a talk at the Contemporary Art museum. Didn’t even know it was happening, just wandered in.

I definitely don’t have this amazing level of musical knowledge! But for fun I’ll drop some specifically Calgary bands that I like. Starting with Ginger Beef, who are the married couple of a classical Chinese flutist and the official Flames arena organ player, bringing both those crazy disparate influences into… instrumental classic jazz-pop? But it works, it’s like a discotheque in a Shaolin monastery. Why not. These guys are everywhere at local events, walk along the river any summer weekend and you’ll find them jamming on a little outdoor stage.

I’m pretty sure I went to kindergarten with the front guy of In Search of Sasquatch. They’re just very fun. Lots of lil local references in this older track.

I Am the Mountain have been around for years but more recently gotten more psychedelic from their folksy mountain roots. I love both sounds but based on the post above the new stuff fits more.

Ghost keeper have been around for years and honestly every album is different, from the old bluesy stuff to the kinda nutso new dark electronica, varying amounts of Indigenous sound and cultural influence since they’re Cree-Métis. The 2022 album (below) is my fave.

Chad VanGaalen has also been doing his thing for, like, decades. Everything indieish that happens in YYC has some connection to him. He basically boosted Ghostkeeper, and produced Women, who gave way to Cindy Lee.

Oh yeah. Cindy Lee mentioned in the offing. Sort of from Calgary? Also “she’s” sort of American. Also “she’s” a drag persona of Pat Flegel for a musical project that seems to be finished now but climaxed in a pretty famous album last year that topped a whole bunch of best-of-the-decade-so-far lists.

Definitely going to spend a long time going through all the other bands on this post- AFTER Stampede and Folk Fest, when I always have to cram-listen to the new bands coming into town. Yes Stampede can be a great indie festival too, ignore the big country tent and hit the Coke Stage and Big Four, especially the openers.

(I’m gonna kick this over to my “what the hell are hipsters anyway?” sideblog because this is definitely me trying to hipster-flex local music, even if it won’t get any visibility there. That’s not the point.)

wanna make an ottawa/rest of Canada playlist. The Ottawa indie scene is so weird

[vehemourn]

smth i honestly recommend everyone should do is like. keep a private folder of art u like on ur computer lol. and like. download art u like when u see it. ur gonna lose stuff Forever if u just like it, u know? and like, discord archives arent really enough lol. I have been downloading art since like 2016 & I have a LOT of art that was scrubbed from the internet otherwise, especially due to like. the antics of deviantart & twitter. And on things like twitter theres Barely a way to save art to begin with (bookmarks is Not good enough)

u do kinda lose Credit a lot of the time (unless u save it with it named? which i do sometimes but not always) and often like, it won't be the Perfect HQ or itll have a massive watermark on it. but like. since it's not really for Sharing as much as its for my own personal enjoyment, these things don't really bother me at all... Having a collection of art that i love that I can look at offline & like, On My Computer is so nice. And I back up a lot of it on hard drives when i back up my own art! Again, like, a lot of these pieces this is the Only way i can look at them anymore, and Maybe the only archive OF them.... I've had pieces from my friends Before they were my friends, that i just saved as a "fan", that THEY lost years later... I have pieces they hadn't Seen in years. And every year I Probably save at least a few more pieces that will become like, totally scrubbed from technology otherwise. idk. i think it's nice to have an archive of this art that is in my taste but also like, that i'd likely Lose otherwise.

i Hope people save my art. I don't honestly Think anyone does, but I Hope that like, if my shit ever blows up and all my accounts get scrubbed, Someone has at least one drawing I made saved to their computer 2 remember me. u know. Its like a scrapbook. I remember these ppls characters, i remember the communities at the time, i remember how i felt when i first saw the piece. Its really inspiring but also genuinely like, really Important to me and sentimental. I kinda think everyone should have their own collection but I think people are genuinely Scared to right click & save ppls art LOL. Genuinely where is the harm, though.

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

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you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

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[keii]

late morning

[serotonin-dose]

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