#would draw or photoshop but. tired

[locusfandomtime]

idea: gem in the “women want me fish fear me” hat

bonus idea: grian in one of the fucked up non-sensical spin-offs of the original “women want me fish fear me” hats

[weaselmcdiesel]

yeah so i made this for class um we were only allowed to use 3 colors including black and white yeah so i have to restart wish me luck

[cryptidm0ths]

halloo o/ only do this if u feel like it! but for the blushing expressions drawing meme, b2 mama ? and as a treat ummm….. free space meru meru !! XP any blushing meru meru !! maybe even together if yr feeling spicy <3

mamamamammamammamamammamamamama <- the noise of moth s brain shutting down

[randomalistic]

Oh I hate this

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

Post Game

Marriage

Before I go into my little blabbering session about my own junk, like, gosh! Doing this was so cool and I feel I've improved so much! Seeing all the other pieces done by others was really awesome too! The highlight in fact which is par for the course of this kinda stuff. But still! Everyone did so well and freaking amazing! So much pretty arts! So many differing interpretations and art styles. Golly! Should totally do something like this again cus this was such a nice experience :))

Post Game - This one's pretty simple. Put them in their Future Foundation suits which are just suits behind a beach that is vaugly Jabberwock. And, they blush cus gay. Had fun with the TV effect and making it somewhat old looking. That's about it. Though, the more I look at it, the more Byakuya looks like he could be snapped in half like spaghetti which I guess is something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Marriage - This one is the one I did first and is a lot more refined. Decided to take this one in a bit of a different direction too. Instead of them actually getting married, they instead are just playing around with a fake certificate that they photoshopped and printed from online. At least for me, how I read them is that they don't actually get married. Like, they live together in the same place, sleep in the same bed even, but they don't get married. OR, if they do get married, it's small and just a legal document. No big wedding or anything as, the time they are probably at the age to marry, they're already tired of big stuff like that. It'd be a big event and they'd want something more small and quaint instead, either hanging out together or maybe it's Makoto's idea to invite their friends along for the occasion. This is just how I interpret them though. Also, I find it funnier if they just fake it or they never do but Byakuya SO put Makoto in his will and Makoto also secretly put Byakuya in his and they just never tell the other until one of them croaks first. Either that or Makoto says it openly that Byakuya's in his will and the heir just laughs it off, underestimating Makoto and his determination on the will. Also, speaking of them dying, if it's Byakuya first, old man Makoto's taking the gesture well though emotional cus the rich man dead. If it's Byakuya though, he's obviously sad but also sees the will and a part of him goes "CURSE YOU, MAKOTO!!". Not seriously but because Byakuya's thinking of how Makoto didn't need to give him stuff after his death cus I feel Makoto wouldn't skimp out. He's putting all his family and pals in his will as one final send off. He'd make sure that will was the best it could be! Also, I feel Byakuya would feel weird that he's in the same will as Makoto's family and, no matter how long they've been together, it's just so strange. Even when he's gone, he still has a way to make him feel. Gosh, this got kinda sad um... One other thing I wanna mention of this piece is that Makoto either stole Byakuya's tie or he got his own matching one. Also, Byakuya in pretty dress! I had to! Oh, and Makoto totally got help writing his name cus it's in English and Makoto's kinda ass at it. They are totally standing for a picture too. Maybe they got one of the gang to take the pic or they set it up with one of their phones. Or maybe Byakuya just got a really expensive photographer for this and also booked a painter to paint this photo into a painting to put on their bedroom wall. That is equally plausible. And to think that I contemplated and even teased the idea in my head of drawing these two getting fake married with an Elvis impersonator. That might have been a bit TOO goofy though O_O

[cardo-de-comer]

Have you ever considered to record a timelapse of your drawings for the "IT'S AI" screamers? That would be the best way to show them it's in fact not AI. Also love your art and the way you use colors. Followed you for the Oddworld art and stayed for the rest. Haha

I did, I wanted to do a speedpaint for a while.. for years actually. But my poor computer cannot handle my hours of photoshop in fraps footage and when i start recording my brain immediately shuts off and i cannot draw normally??? like when you draw and someone's looking at you kind of anxiety haha but i definitely want to give it a try again! But for now I just make step-by-step stuff that you can see in some of my posts. But if that's about ai again, why should i justify myself to these people. They probably looked at my art for a sec and somehow decided that it's a ai and there's no more thoughts head empty. I would make a speedpaint, but not for those people specifically cuz i just don't care, i'm just tired of hearing the same shit for years ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[highdreaming]

Can you write about the reader feeling insecure because the literal princess of Spain likes gavi

Find more at: Masterlist

AN: Joined these two requests into one. Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

Insecurity

Your phone displays an image of Gavi and princess Leonor - a fan made image. For the past few days, fans have been continuously sending you messages, informing you about the alleged new pairing. 

They also keep sending you multiple photoshopped pictures of them two, letting you know how much they clearly prefer her with Gavi instead of you. 

And a tiny part of you agrees with them, she’s literally a princess. Gorgeous in a way that you’ll never be. 

With a tired sigh, you let the phone drop to the couch as rub your eyes, the weight of all the stress wearing you down. Just as you’re drifting into sleep, Gavi enters the living room.  

“Hey, babe. Mind if I use your phone? Mine is dead.” 

You’re so far into sleep that you don’t even reply, falling asleep ignoring the fact that Gavi picked up your phone, where you still have the images of him and Leonor full on display. 

You slowly wake up and the first thing you notice is that you are no longer in the living room, but yes in your bedroom. Gavi is snuggled up next to you, one arm around your waist while the other is stroking your hair.

A tender smile parts your lips and you move closer to his side, his warm temperature drawing you in.

He lets out a laugh and you move so you can face him. 

“Hey, sleepyhead. Had a good sleep?” he asks. You nod and you��re about to say something humorous when you remember all the things that fans mentioned.

About him being better with princess Leonor than you. Just the simple thought of that makes you tear up and Gavi immediately notices. 

“Hey hey. What’s wrong?” he grabs your face with both hands, a worried frown in his handsome face. 

“It’s… just. I don’t know. Maybe you would be better if we broke up, Gavi.” you choke the words out, trying to hold yourself from fully crying. 

“Don’t do this, okay?” Gavi’s eyes are full of realization and sadness.

“Don’t push me away for something other people say, I know what they’ve been sending you. But you’re the one I love and you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Not with someone that people think I’d be better with.” 

You look at him with doubt.

“But, Gavi, what if…”

“They don’t know you, okay?” Gavi quickly cuts you off. “They don’t know how perfect you are for me. And they don’t know me, cause if they did, they’d know that no one makes me happier than you.” 

You slowly nod, the tears now running wildly down your face as Gavi leans to kiss you and you can’t stop wondering how lucky you are to have him by your side. 

[feyhunter78]

Chapter Eleven - Security footage reveals an unpleasant truth and Miguel makes a move Ch 12

Y/N: Miguel, you didn’t need to get me flowers, that was so sweet, thank you!

Miguel smiles and sends you a quick message back before pulling up the surveillance feed and accompanying text Kasey sent him.

Kasey: Dude is an absolute loser, my condolences to y/n, but are you sure you want to do this?

Miguel: It’s in her best interest, thanks for your help, good luck in Vermont.

It takes no time to send the security footage of Todd and Kasey to your phone along with a short message from him explaining how sorry he was to have to show you it, that Kasey fessed up because she felt so guilty.

He has to be there, has to console you if you need consoling. He knows you, knows that even though you want to leave Todd, seeing him cheat on you will break your heart.

Miguel stands outside your office, and even if he didn’t have enhanced hearing, he’d be able to hear the argument you’re having.

Raised voices, accusations thrown back and forth, you’re upset, rightfully so, Todd had cheated on you, with more than just a kiss, and he showed no remorse.

“No, are you fucking serious? You cheated on me.” Your voice is angry, seething, marked with hysterical laughter. “I’ve got the fucking footage right in front of me.”

“You’d really believe some random grainy footage over me? It’s probably photoshopped.” Todd says.

You scoff. “Photoshopped? Why would someone photoshop this, who would even do that? You think I’m stupid, don’t you?”

“No, no, I’m not saying that, I’m just saying I’m hurt you don’t trust me.”

“You’re so—I can’t even—I’m done, I’m done, you know what? We’re done, it’s over, don’t ever fucking call me again.”

“You know what, call me when you’re done with your temper tantrum, then we can talk about this like adults.” Todd snaps.

“No, we’re done, it’s over.”

Todd laughs, “I see what this is. You’re just doing this so you don’t look like the bad guy, so you can go off and mess around with your fucking coworker.”

“Are you serious? You cheated on me with said coworker’s date.”

“No, I didn’t, it wasn’t like that.”

“I saw it with my own eyes, you can’t make me think I’m crazy. We’re over, Todd, leave me alone.” Then you hang up, throwing your phone onto your office couch and burying your face in your hands.

Miguel waits a few seconds then knocks on your door as he opens it slowly. “Y/N, everything alright?”

He expected you to be crying, to be heartbroken, but you simply look angry, and almost relieved.

“Yeah, I—Todd cheated on me, he tried to act like I was crazy and just making it up, but I mean you know it happened, you literally sent me the footage. Thanks for that, by the way.”

You let him gather you up in a hug, closing the blinds to your office window, and locking the door behind him without you noticing. “You deserved to know.”

You nod, face pressed to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around him. “I know I’ll be sad later, but I’m just so glad that it’s over. And I’m so mad that he tried to deny it, he literally tried to gaslight me.”

Miguel smooths down your hair, humming in response.

“I just want him to hurt, but I don’t know how. Maybe I could slash his tires or put sugar in his gas tank?”

He pulls back slightly, the venom in your voice is intoxicating, he wants to see the inferno raging in your eyes.

Miguel, he thinks I’m doing this to get with Miguel, what if… Your thoughts are swirling, fantasies and revenge plots forming and unraveling as you mull your options, deciding if you have the courage.

“Use me.” He says, drawing your attention back to him. “As a man, there’s nothing worse than knowing the woman I lost is…engaging in intimacy with someone else, someone better than me, or receiving something I didn’t.”

He’s practically salivating. The images in your mind are salacious, ranging from a simple picture of his cock resting on your tongue, to a short clip of you riding him, moaning, and mewling for him, the camera focusing on the way you take his cock so well, how it stretches you out.

“I don’t know, wouldn’t that maybe be dangerous, like what if he takes it and posts it somewhere?”

“He won’t, trust me.” He cups your cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin. And he’ll delete the images from Todd’s phone immediately after Todd sees them.

You lean into his touch, and he can feel your arousal, a slight trickle, building slowly as your mind continues swirling through lewd images and ideas. “And you would be okay with it? I don’t want you to do this because you feel obligated, or sorry for me.”

“I offered, and I meant it.” He says, meeting your gaze, searching.

You shake your head and step out of his embrace. “No, no, I can’t that’s crazy. I’m not going to stoop to his level. Besides, if we did do something and send it to him, then that just proves him right.”

He mourns the loss of your warmth, the feel of your skin on his, but you’re right. He’d never want to give Todd the satisfaction of knowing he was right, of having something that like to hold over your head. “I understand.”

“I think I’ll just block him on everything and be done with it.” You say firmly, quickly blocking and deleting Todd from your phone.

You’re a better person than him, always have been and in this moment, he wishes you weren’t. Wishes you would’ve gotten on your knees for him, let him take a photo of his heavy cock resting on your tongue, or let him split you apart, juices dripping, wetting his skin, as you sang so prettily for him.

He allows you to step further out of his orbit, regaining your self-control, shyness falling over you like a thick veil. There’s nothing stopping you two now, no barrier, no mortal man, and he can sense how anxious and out to sea that makes you feel.

“Can I take you to dinner, an actual dinner, with food we both like, and no unwanted guests?” Miguel asks, reining in his own self-control, he’ll push his desires aside, he’ll always push them aside when it comes to you, to the fragility of your emotions in these vulnerable moments.

You fiddle with the edge of your phone case, not quite meeting his eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’d love that.”

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[vicomaco]

Ahoy reader, I'm here to vent. My second favorite season is coming, outside the window the sky is showering washing away the sweltering warmth and it inspires me to do the same with my suffocating self, now in pre-mid life (33) and confuse on the direction, tired of all those coats I've put on my shoulders without consent of a self now lost inside the textile. I just spent 2 or more hours of a working day cleaning my tumblr page, I made all of my past drawings private. Doing so I retraced the 10 or more years spent in this platform through different life phases and artistic epiphanies. I realized how much I forgot of myself, especially the joy I had drawing my pictures in my sparetime. Since I remember I have always had a sketchbook and a trousse of pens and pencils on me, everywhere. During elementary, college, high schools, I remember long train trips filling pages with doodles and thoughts. I stopped filling sketchbooks around eight years ago, close to my diploma, I had countless short deadlines, many white nights and a lot of stress. But I still had school assignements and side projects with friends both done in traditional techniques. No more traditional drawing for me, but still drawing for side fun projects. The school trained me to be an illustrator, more than a comic artist. To experiment and test different tools, my favorite still are inks and gouaches. Life after school became all about comics. And comics, at the - fucking long- beginning of your carreer are 90% ridiculously poor payed. The reasonable choice I took to balance that with the time spent on each page was to learn to actually make them on photoshop, safer if you have to erase, remove pages, redo faces. I didn't have much spare time, but when I had I used it experimenting brushes and learning a bit better the programs while making doodles for myself. No, actually a big changement happened: social networks. Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram and all. Part of me was doing them for myself and in order to evolve the technique, part of me was doing them to display them online. The quest for the "likes" serotonin-dispenser just started.

Now, in bigger comic projects, with bigger life events, and less daily energy I have no spare time, I'm full into professional work. Written by someone else, I'm full time into someone else's world. Comics are already life-sucking, but a life-sucking project when it's not even yours it sucks even the ground under your feet. Now I watch, I don't see, I execute, I'm unable to observe anymore. So I don't post on socials anymore, I'm being consumed by them while consuming time, brainless, zombiengly lurking memes and other distractions from the void this job created in me. I don't remember what I like, what I want to draw, what I would write on a sketchbook and god how I miss traditional techniques, I miss having my own ideas, my personal vertical projects and my personal horizontal purpose, I miss the joy behind my work, I don't remember myself. I've never been consistent, nor obsessed too much on something. I've always be in love with the act of drawing, the state of mind you have while doing it, the beautiful line, the beautiful palette. Every subject could be nicely done. I deeply respect artists with the same style, experimenting inside their comfort zone, obsessed with a subject and pursuing it year after year after year. They are coherent, awhile ago they chose one only coat and they decide to wear only that, and year after year it fits them always better. I myself I'm much better than before in terms of style, composition, lines, narration. The appearence of my style is much more solid, the inside is void. My old drawings in this blog were impressive, they could tell the joy I had experimenting. The oldest ones, the traditional ones, were the happiest. My technical traditional skills were better than my actual digital ones and the soul behind each sketch was so alive! I removed the old drawings from my blog not because I'm ashamed by them. But because I had a pity looking at this decline over and over, I wanted a -maybe?- fresh start. Fall always offers me new resolutions and will for changes, now I'm imploding, I'm sick of memes, I'm sick of stupidities, I'm sick of my poor time management. I want to come back in tumblr because it was, to my remindings, the healthier of the social networks, the less silly (at least my dashboard), the more balanced in aesthetic and content. I want to try to let it help me venting or finding myself again, I guess. Are you experiencing my same sickness of the pointless time-sucking web?

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

BoSS Dami is like the same character but rather than serious and grumpy they play up his arrogance into him being boastful and cocky and I love it. He's having so much fun in the film, he loves fighting. He's bloodthirsty in a way that makes the audience happy for him which is pretty funny. I love the way they animate his facial expressions it's so good, and I love his voice. It's a little bit serious and broody while still being arrogant and youthful it's great. Jon sounds a little too old to be ten but I like his voice other than that. I love how Jon thinks he's cool and how quickly they bond despite clashing early on. And they're so cute. So. Cute.

The colorism thing is a big problem and it's par the course for Damian, when given the full range of color options for a character of his heritage they will always choose the lightest unless they're actively fighting their subconscious racism and colorism.

I went off on a rant on DC colorists colorism under the cut this post really got away from me, but READ THIS IF YOU DRAW DAMIAN!!↓

I get that you draw what you see and if you see a lot of white and lightskinned people you end up getting good at only drawing white people, and light skin has been purposely highlighted in visual media for centuries in this country, but USE GOOGLE IMAGE SEARCH GOD DAMNIT, FOLLOW POC ON SOCIAL MEDIA, HIRE POC. Go out of your damn way to learn this shit. If you can't do it good now, learn!

I went through this with homestuck, all the human characters have #00000 skin so you're free to have whatever race headcanons you want of them, but that's not actually representation. I was influenced by this style because coloring skin is hard so I just shaded it with my pencil and left it uncolored but then I realized by refusing to color the melanin in someone's skin, that's colorism. Fuck that. So I decided to learn, and mess up a lot of otherwise pretty works, because it would be worth it in the end. I'm still learning but I've learned so much already.

For example a lot of colorist societies draw pale skin far too desaturated. If you compare actual skin to the skin in anime, nearly all Asians that aren't photoshopped or wearing make up/bleaching look so much darker. Bleached paper being what we draw on and light skin being the presumed default in our culture has made white people (and others) way too comfortable doing the bare minimum in coloring skin. You don't still use the yellow crayon for blonde hair so why do you still use the very light peach/tan as the default skin tone? You're not even coloring light skin right let alone approaching properly drawing dark skin right.

I'm so fucking tired of every company doing this when I learned how to do better in middle school. Get out of your fucking comfort zone and draw diversely, or you're a coward and you're not doing anything to combat your culturally inherited racism.

Most DC artists are good at drawing 1 or 2 skin tones, maybe 3. There are so many more undertones and shades than that. I'm not counting rainbow colors. If you want Damian to be paler than his mother to reflect his mixed heritage that's totally fine! But it should be darker than Bruce's and Jon's. I've compared them and paid attention to the shadows being cast and he's really not darker than Jon and only rarely darker than Bruce because they drew Bruce especially pale.

I want you to understand that removing melanin from a character is erasure of their identity and actively harmful. There's a broad range of skin tones that the son of Talia and Bruce might have but choosing the lightest possible option is favoring white skin over dark skin, not realism. Just because you've seen more light skinned mixed kids doesn't mean there aren't darker skinned ones. The light skinned ones get more attention on social media and commercially because of social bias + algorithms + intentional racism. Most people who are colorist think that they're not racist because they're representing nonwhite people not bothering to notice that the people they represent have the most european features and light skin in their group. Yes those people are oppressed too but you're not fixing anything by only showing racially ambiguous people.

Mariner on star trek is a relevant example from animation. Both her parents have dark skin but she has much lighter skin because she's a main character. Stop it. Stop it. Don't think just because you see something highlighted a lot that it's the most common thing that's so dumb. How many mixed people do you think you see that you assume aren't mixed? There's confirmation bias at play.

I just wish I could beam this message into everyone's thick fucking skulls. Dark skin is beautiful. My number one coloring tip for any artist is this: don't be afraid to go too dark. You'll ruin the contrast and legibility and dynamic if you keep everything light and mid tones.

If you go too dark, you can filter it later.

I hate the argument "there are plenty of mixed people who dadadadada" stop. there are such a variety of people in numbers you literally cannot fathom with your human brain. You cannot picture all of the people that look exactly like whatever it is you're saying is more uncommon. Race is made the fuck up but its impact and cultural significance is real as hell. Genetics are so fucking diverse. I know a biologically related pair of siblings, one super tall dark skinned black dude and one super short freckled white girl, they have the same parents you cannot tell that they are related if you're thinking that mixed race children are like taking the skin tones and mixing them like paint.

Colorism is physically dangerous. People will assume that a mixed race child is being kidnapped by their parent because they so look different to them.

Damian could look the spitting image of Talia, I can tell you that with 100% certainty. He also could look the spitting image of Bruce, or Thomas Wayne, or Martha, or Ra's. All we know is that he's Arab, Chinese and white, he has black hair and green eyes, and he's short and good looking. Taking that and making the most european looking version of that guy as possible is fucking racist. I'm so serious.

If you want to do your part to combat racism and make a society where everyone can get attention and be seen as beautiful regardless of skin tone, then draw Damian with dark skin.

If you don't want to do that.... I don't understand you. Learn empathy, it will be useful to you.

[n0-n1c]

hi! i'm nicolas (nic for short), a self-taught artist from czechia 🇨🇿

my likes vary but art remains:

art goals for 2025

draw a short comic (at least a full page)

take part in three zines or similar projects

learn to combine ink and watercolor effectively

speed up digital drawing process

stretch goals (as in "it's a stretch")

record art timelapses

increase blog followers by order of magnitude

copy of my tag system page under cut (if you can't find it under the main header)

/tags

tired of endless scrolling? looking for a thing but the search function would deny its own mother? worry no more!

by technique

traditional art – typically touched up a bit digitally, most pictures taken with iphone

digital art – before you ask, i use photoshop cc 2015 & xp-pen tablet (star 03 i think, 10 inch)

mixed media – mostly older pictures, major digital coloring & editing

by fandom

tolkien – the lord of the rings, the hobbit, the silmarillion, whatever by jrrt. older pictures, the obsession subsided. temporarily. much fëanorian content

naruto – yeah. send asks to my main if you want a rant.

death note – symbolism

neon genesis evangelion – actually don’t talk to me about this one before you read my short fics (ao3 link)

attack on titan – huge design potential

doctor who – doo wee doo

good omens – older art

steven universe – only mcu crossover ocs (gemheart au)

gravity falls – unashamedly an old man fan

the witcher – hundreds of hours on the witcher game. yes, the first one. i spam igni, exploit the meteorite loophole to get swords without losing material, and follow the elf route because i always forget i can’t romance yaevinn.

fullmetal alchemist – (chimerahood au)

misc

gift art – pictures i intend to frame and throw at family members as gifts

nic art [main blog, opens in new link] – reblogs from here + messy stuff

[emgeneticist]

First night at the Count’s

my photoshop literally CRASHED while i was trying to draw this, but it was ok i guess. its kinda messy at the edges i am just so tired. Teruko does NOT know what she signed up for!!!!

anyway um. yeah. You know. The Voices.

Is the grammar right?? is it Count’s?? like i would say Count’s House right so the apostraphe DOES go there. Right?? google won’t answer me godfucking damnit. um also Sorry if my handwriting is difficult to read :(

[bosskie]

Frankly, I'm not even sure what these colours are; just wanted to play around with them and practice Molluck's face, yet again... Maybe Molluck is at Glukkon disco or something. I got tired of painting this, so here's the thing before I just abandon it.

Here's some WIPs:

Man, I love this Gluk's face so much but it's still difficult to draw due to its complexity... And yeah, that one on the right is actually that sketch before I did my edits; I tested out some stuff I have never done before in my Photoshop too. Yeah, just some random editing.

I also started painting another Molluck thing before this but um, it ended up being something I don't wish to publish... Yeah, it makes me think about one person who commented on that OWI's Glukkon anatomy post that they searched for rule 34 stuff about Gluks but returned disappointed to the quality, if it can be said like that in other words... I don't know if mine would be any better since I don't even really finish them, just sketch stuff, the feeling is the main thing for me. My (3D) animations are the most proper stuff, though yeah, my Molluck sculpt ain't poseable but just a bit, but it's enough for the main stuff ('the another model' is poseable/animatable). I should continue practicing modeling... Well, not only for that stuff but just doing models and animations in general. I have pretty much forgotten all the stuff I learned since I'm a total beginner with 3D modelling... I understand now what the base mesh is and how the details are actually done though from looking at some 3D models... My Molluck sculpt is such an amateur disaster, from technical aspect... Yeah, much stuff to learn but I love studying.

It kinda sucks to draw NSFW (and self-insert stuff) since well, it's something I don't really wish to share, even if it looked like the best thing I have ever done... But well, I'll see, maybe when I do something actually proper but it's kinda difficult, well, for reasons... I just want this Gluk so badly, okay. I just see if I feel like being more open with this stuff one day, though I do still consider stuff like this being a part of my private life but yeah, I'll see. Even nudity is natural for me, let's say that those naked Mollucks I post are the closest thing I feel like doing when it comes to this. (Y) I'm sharing some Glukkon body positivity! Molluck just has such a beautiful body and I can't help it...

Um, yeah, I don't know what else to ramble but well, I'm still just trying to find out my art style(s) and practicing stuff... I feel like I'm just doing something.

[midorisudachi]

It's been a while since Iast posted here, ja? I was so busy for the past month and a half finishing up my Fennec Shand cosplay (and Boba Fett for my son). We wore it to WonderCon last month! (If you want to see photos, head on over to Instagram. My user name is the same as here on Tumblr: @midorisudachi )

Alright, so this more than likely seems random, weird, and nonsensical, but to me it makes total sense because this is for my own entertainment and a slight parody of my character & her companions in Skyrim. I was unsure of sharing it at first, but then I decided "Why not?", as this actually took a while to draw (with all the detail) and to colour in, so I actually am proud of this silly piece. It's 11" x 14" in real life.

Anywa: when my OC Katarzyna (an Imperial) first entered Morthal (swamp town), she and her two companions (a Steadfast Dwarven Spider & a Solstheim Dunmer Elf by the name of Teldryn Sero) went into the Moorside Inn. The moment my character stepped into the inn, some snarky broad named Alva immediately said, "Well...aren't you the pretty one? I bet all the men chase after you!" And I thought, "Who the hell are you, bish? You don't talk to the Dragonborn that way!" Lol! 

So this random scenario entered my head & it amused me & I just had to draw it. 

If you are not familiar with the game, you can carry a lot of items & also make your companion (who helps you fight enemies) carry a lot of stuff, too. I imagine that in "real life", it would be way too much to carry. I had to make the characters look ridiculous, such as Katarzyna dragging around a bag of dragon bones & holding her huge weapon; mismatched armour; looking tired as hell after running all over the place and fighting monsters and dragons; with dirt and blood on her. She's anything but "pretty". Lol. I'm always making Teldryn carry excess loot, armour, ore, ingots, herbs, etc all the time, so I had to draw him struggling as he hauls everything that Katarzyna cannot hold. My spider can't carry anything; it just follows me around and helps me fight.

And no, the men do not chase my character. In fact, a lot of them talk scheisse, because my character is an Imperial (who are despised by most Nords, the people of Skyrim).

I first played Skyrim in 2014. I had 220 hours invested into the game until I stopped in March of 2015 (2 months before my son was born) and never finished the game. It wasn't until this past February that I wanted to play it again! So far, I'm about 72 hours into the game and maybe 1/3 done with the quests? 

Who else has drawn Skyrim fan art? Please let me know and I'll check out your work!

Drawn with Sakura Pigma Micron pens & then coloured in with a mix of Ohuhu Markers & Copic Markers. Highlights done with a gel pen. The textured background  (and steam above the spider) were done in Photoshop Elements. 

Skyrim/Characters (c) Bethesda Game Studios

[inafieldofdaisies]

Draw (edit) your (platonic)ship prompt | "Barbie and Ken get into trouble" edition

Okay, I so had a blast making these, I really wanted to do the meme for Calahan and Sabrina but I'm scared to draw people, so with Photoshop I went... I'm leaving the snippet for the story behind how they end up getting into trouble below the cut.

"Is this really necessary?", Sabrina asked, moving her eyes over to Sheriff Whitehorse who was standing with his hands on his hips, looking completely done with the day. And it was barely 8 am. All she got as a reply from him was a head shake before he took a sip from his coffee. "Stop moving, Brin. I can't take your picture like this.", Pratt called out from behind the camera and sent an apologetic smile her way. "Mugshot, Pratt.", Whitehorse corrected him. "Make sure she looks good, Staci.", Joey put a hand on Pratt's shoulder and bent down to look into the LCD screen too, fully set on supervising the "booking" of her fellow Deputies. "Want me to fix your hair, Brin?" "It's fine, Joey. Just get this over with.", Sabrina looked straight ahead and took a deep breath, trying her hardest not to blink as she held the name tag. Unbelievable, Calahan. After taking an extensive number of pictures per Hudson's request, Pratt walked over to show her the results, "Pick which one you like." "Criminals don't get to choose how they look in their mugshots, Deputies.", the Sheriff spoke up again, making Calahan break into another fit of laughter. "Rookie. You're pushing your luck today. It's your turn.", his eyes narrowed when he pointed at Hartley. "Have you tried yoga, boss? Heard it helps with stress and anger... I'm sure Addie would be happy to assist ya.", Calahan winked and walked over to switch places with Sabrina. "Sorry, Gray.", he whispered as he passed her. "Or I can finally fire you, Rookie." "Now. You know you're going to miss me. Who is going to keep things interesting around here then?", Hartley retorted as Joey passed him his name tag. He frowned, his smirk slipping for a second, "Fucking hell. Couldn't even use my actual name on the tag?" Joey shrugged and returned to her spot by Pratt and now Sabrina. "Last warning, Rookie." Calahan shifted so he was standing sideways then turned his head towards the camera, giving the three behind it his biggest smile as he gritted out, "Take the shot, Pratt. One. And I'm out of here. It's my day off." "No smiling in your mugshot, at least try to appear sorry. And face the camera properly, Rookie.", Whitehorse argued, but it was too late: Pratt took Hartley's mugshot and marched out with the camera before their boss could force him to retake the picture. "What am I going to do with all of you.", the Sheriff huffed and strode away to his office.

"You love us, anyway.", Joey said at his retreating form before bumping shoulders with Sabrina and leading her over to their desks, "So tell me again why was John Seed out front demanding to speak with good old Earl?" "You won't let me live this down ever, would you?" "Nope." Sabrina sighed, "Calahan thought it would be a good idea to stop to the Spread Eagle for a drink after work... At one point he just vanished. I texted him and he tells me he's, I quote "Paying a friendly visit to a certain ranch owner." then went completely silent." "So you drove to John's ranch, too.", Joey continued, holding back a smile. "Yeah, and I found him fighting with the guards out front while shouting for John to come out..." "And he didn't, like the coward he is.", Calahan interjected as he sat down on the edge of Sabrina's desk, "Then runs here to whine to Whitehorse." "You were drunk and disturbed the peace at 2 am, Rookie. And were about to set his house or God knows what on fire.", Whitehorse poked his head out of his office. "Kid.", Sabrina said in a pleading tone, tired of listening to the two banter. It had started with him arguing with John's men, then with John himself after he had showed up at the Sheriff's, demanding the two Deputies be taught a lesson. At the end he and Whitehorse had settled for a "warning" and mugshots taken as a form of humiliation. John didn't even care I wasn't there to cause any trouble, just looking out for a friend. "You're lucky he's not pressing charges, son." "I was just messing with him.", Hartley rolled his eyes. He was skipping over the fact he had a gas can with him when he tried to storm the ranch or that he admitted to Sabrina the plan was to spell "No" on the lawn in fire, "Fucker needs a reality check. I'm happy to provide it for free." Whitehorse paid no attention to his excuse, "Hudson, John asked to hold onto the mugshots as part of the deal, make sure he receives them.", he instructed before shutting his door. "Noted.", Joey saluted him and got up, "Better check on Pratt." "Why the fuck would he ask to keep our pictures, kid?", Sabrina asked, unsure if she even wanted to know the answer to that question. Calahan wrinkled his nose, "Weird bastard. Ah, man, I would have flipped him off in mine, if I knew."

[kiokodoodles]

I'm currently on vacation. Lately I had no self-indulgent/romantic thoughts on the Papyri but then uh:

- Papyrus would help out on the planning. I mean why wouldn't he want to travel? He would go all out on the touring and venturing out to see new places. I feel like he would be very curious and interested in the world, especially once he gets on the surface

- Papyrus taking care of me when I'm dying from the humidity or not feeling good. Water, medication, snacks, fans, and cooling towels are all out to make sure I feel better

- We are always out sightseeing and trying new things. Papyrus not be a fan of the greasy food but I think he would really like the sweets

- Always up in the morning and getting a small workout in before exploring the place we're vacationing in

- Showing him silly souvenirs and pointing out any puns to get either a groan or a suppressed laugh

- Will pick out something that reminds him of me to show me (whether it's a little gift in the gift shop or other shops we visit). Maybe also shows me a piece of clothing that he thinks will look good on me

- So many couple photos and taking silly pictures of with the sites behind us. Papyrus and I will look at it and he'd be like "We look so cool!" Though I think we would do some silly photoshopping stuff after the vacation

- He gives me piggyback rides when I get tired from walking— But after some back and forth about him needing a break, we get ourselves a taxi

- We always have some sort of plan before going out of the hotel room. Though sometimes it gets sidetracked when we see something we want to check out

- Papyrus would make sure I have everything I need before heading out. He also always need to give a kiss before heading out. If I forget about it, he stops me and gives a shower of kisses.

- At the end of the day, we go back to the hotel room to relax and read the books we took to read during any other downtime/or I draw

- Definitely has a list of places he wants to visit. Would probably love to take road trips and sort of likes planes. He doesn't like the bustle and the many people at the airport but I think he would like being in the air in the plane

- Loves buying something to say that he went to said place. Absolutely gets something from a souvenir shop but I think he tries to get something from the surroundings itself to bring back (if allowed to). He'd definitely has a rock collection with some seashells (or something really random) as a result. Papyrus would also give me said thing as a gift for me to remember the experience