Sketch-an-Etch

Lattes and Tattoos

It appeared out of thin air, on her forearm, a tattoo of a latte cup, steam rising from the open lid, the heart design in the foam dominating her skin.

She had heard of things appearing on others, soulmate designs, they were called, doodles, sketches of art, permenantly etched on one’s skin.

She was 33 and she had never even gotten a lame butterfly in all her years, until that day in the bookstore, as she reached for a book of poetry, her skin exposed.

Her soulmate had drawn their coffee cup and as the sketch completed she saw a scribble of a name on the sleeve.

Sam.

Was it her imagination or were her senses playing a trick on her? She could smell the vanilla and cinnamon, the rich grounds of coffee, coming from the far counter of the bookstore. She looked from her tattoo to the only man sitting at the barista’s counter and caught her breath.

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She tucked the book under her arm and approached the broad shouldered man, with the tawny brown hair, and pencil to paper.

“Excuse me,” she tapped him on the shoulder and he turned, his green eyes piercing her dark ones, “are you Sam by any chance?”

The man looked at his sketch and noticed her forearm, shook his head, sadly,

“Name’s Dean,” he pulled a stool out for her, “there’s something you need to know.”

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Inktober, Day 8: Kaz and Inej from Six of Crows by @lbardugo, aka the newest #1 NYT BESTSELLER ENDLESS CONGRATULATIONS AND SO DESERVED

I’m completely obsessed with this book. It’s dark and twisted and full of action and it’s about A HEIST and my god i love heist stories. I also love motley crew, found family, ragtag misfits coming together stories, and this is that, but with a darker edge. And the world is just so insanely richly rendered and full of detail, and the cHARACTERS. I. Love. Them. Every one of them. And it is ship central, because not only will you love them all, but you’ll love them all TOGETHER (and want them to make out all the time)

college!au bts yoongi
  • majors in fine arts
  • he’s usually always seen at a desk in the corner of the library drawing sketches in his notebook while listening to music
  • and most of the time, he spends his whole day in there without getting up at all
  • and he’s completely okay with working the entire time if it means no social interactions with anyone at school and lmao everyone knows this
  • the only people he’s ever gotten close with are seokjin and hoseok and even then, he still sometimes gets annoyed with their presence
  • he’s heavily committed to his major, constantly creating dozens of new ideas and immediately sketching them in his notebook no matter where he’s at or what he’s doing
  • his fav classes are drawing and painting bc he thinks they help him express and manage himself in this ever-changing chaotic world that he lives in
  • and let me tell you, when he’s drawing he ends up in a trance like state and to him it’s a fascinating, intoxicating, and relaxing feeling
  • he gets a lot of inspirations from the different people, events, and basically anything he sees everyday
  • like when he’s walking from his 8am class to the library, he’ll notice that oh? the cherry blossom are blooming?? wow spring already,,,?
  • so when he sits in his usual area in the library, he’ll just have those cherry blossom trees in mind and sketch a fucking landscape
  • and he’ll think about painting it the next day for fun lol
  • but how do you meet him exactly? well you were walking to the library with multiple books in your hand and you weren’t even looking ahead you were on your phone
  • so you didn’t even realize that you were about to run into an urgent and messy haired yoongi
  • and lmao he wasn’t even looking ahead either, at that moment he was wondering like “why did i ever thought it was such a good idea to have an 8am class when i never even wake up. and now see i’m late again!1!!”
  • now books are flying everywhere bc you two didn’t see each other
  • and you’re like omg i’m so sorry i’m such a klutz and he just drops to his knees to help pick up your books in a hurry and he’s like uh no i should apologize i was in such a hurry i wasn’t looking in front of me
  • you get on your knees too to gather up the books and you just say “omg you don’t need to help me these are mine anyway” and he’s like dude its cool i got it
  • while you two are picking up the books, you ended up brushing your hand against his and oh my goodness he pauses for a sec and lifts his head up 
  • and wow this is the first time your eyes meet with his and you just think “hUUhhH this guy is so attractive,,??”
  • but like he thinks the same way towards you……? and he feels his face burning up so he picks up the last book before getting up and “here you go, i’m running a little late and i apologize for all of this” before he literally runs to class and you’re just like “……thanks..?”
  • this may sound cliche but this is how you two meet ok
  • no matter how much yoongi loves his class, he couldn’t help but keep thinking about his little run in to you. how soft your hand felt, how beautiful your eyes were, and just the sound of your voice he couldn’t get out of his mind. but by the end of class, he’ll brush it all off bc “that’s probably the only time i’ll see them”
  • the next day he’s in the library, as usual, but this time after studying for a while he looks around his surroundings and the first thing that his eyes land on is you,,? and you’re only sitting at the table right across from his and he’s just like oh lord
  • without even thinking twice, he opens his notebook and sketches your whole outline while etching your entire image in his head, not forgetting a single detail
  • when he looks up from his notebook though, you were staring at him and he just froze lmao 
  • but then you smile and start heading to his table and he’s like oMG 
  • and you just “oh you’re the guy from yesterday right? it’s nice seeing you not in such a hurry” and he doesn’t know what to say,,?/
  • but then you look down at his notebook and ask “oh are you an art major?”
  • and lol for a sec he forgets that it was you that he was sketching and closes his notebook shut and be like “ oh uH yeah i am haha that wasn’t you in my notebook just now haha
  • and you just get so excited like wow “i don’t take art but i appreciate it so much” and you have a full on conversation with him about these different artists you love and about all the history you know. and you two didn’t even realize how much time passed by until they announce that they’re closing the library soon 
  • and before you two head out in your own rooms, he’s like “i’m yoongi btw” and you tell him your name and he’ll just give you the most adorable smile and you’re just like “uhhhuh he really is attractive”
  • for the next couple of weeks you two would always meet in the library or have coffee together and soon enough you two are exchanging numbers. and he’s like “when did we ever get so close”
  • seokjin and hoseok tease him a lot when it comes to you. “I am so proud of you, you’re finally talking to someone that’s not us” and yoongi’s like sHUTUP YOU TWO WILL YOU
  • “yoongi you need to ask them out already”
  • and yoongi will be like pfftt what are you talking about? i don’t even like them like that. i have so much work to do i don’t have time to date anyone”
  • literally at that moment, he gets a text from you asking where you two are gonna meet today aND he’ll be smiling at his phone the entire time while seokjin and hoseok are like uhuh sure you don’t like them
  • one day you two decided to have an adventure out in the city so here you two were out in the busy streets. and when he looks up at the sky with all the tall skyscrapers he couldn’t help but take his notebook out and draw a little
  • you didn’t mind but there was a page in the notebook that caught your attention and you’re like ???? wait yoongi can you go back to that page aND he’ll know exactly what you’re talking about lol
  • and you’re like pls and all he says is hUhh
  • so when he does turn back to the page of a sketch of you you’ll be like “is that suppose to be ???
  • and all he says is yup, yeah, yes it is and omg i apologize i know its weird
  • and you cut him off like “i knew you were good at art, but yoongi this is really nice !!” and he’s just dumbfounded
  • and at that moment he couldn’t help it, he gave you a light peck on the lips and “gOD i really like you ok”
  • and your face starts burning up like “yoongi,,,,, i like you too” before kissing him back
  • and that’s how you two started dating
  • and honestly he appreciates and loves you so much for loving every part of him you basically just bring out the best in him
  • but you know he cant express his feelings to you vocally, but his actions speak just as much and you’re completely ok with it
  • and he’s constantly always drawing your figure at the most unexpected times. like when you have coffee with him, he’ll take his notebook out. when you cuddle in his dorm, he’ll also take his notebook out
  • and you don’t think it’s weird but you think its just really cute
  • bc you’re in love with him
  • and he’s in love with you
Lattes and Tattoos

It appeared out of thin air, on her forearm, a tattoo of a latte cup, steam rising from the open lid, the heart design in the foam dominating her skin.

She had heard of things appearing on others, soulmate designs, they were called, doodles, sketches of art, permenantly etched on one’s skin.

She was 33 and she had never even gotten a lame butterfly in all her years, until that day in the bookstore, as she reached for a book of poetry, her skin exposed.

Her soulmate had drawn their coffee cup and as the sketch completed she saw a scribble of a name on the sleeve.

Sam.

Was it her imagination or were her senses playing a trick on her? She could smell the vanilla and cinnamon, the rich grounds of coffee, coming from the far counter of the bookstore. She looked from her tattoo to the only man sitting at the barista’s counter and caught her breath.

Originally posted by falling-through-autumn

She tucked the book under her arm and approached the broad-shouldered man, with the tawny brown hair, and pencil to paper.

“Excuse me,” she tapped him on the shoulder and he turned, his green eyes piercing her dark ones, “are you Sam by any chance?”

The man looked at his sketch and noticed her forearm, shook his head, sadly,

“Name’s Dean,” he pulled a stool out for her, “there’s something you need to know.”

Originally posted by frozen-delight

 She cautiously sat next to Dean, who asked if she wanted one of the fancy coffees to which she accepted. As the barista made hers, she inclined her head and asked,

“Who is Sam?”

“Sam was my little brother, law student, obnoxiously smart, but taken too soon.”

“Every town I drive through, I stop and order one of his favorite coffees, reminiscing of what we had.”

“And today, you drew the latte, but why?”

Dean sighed, a tear slid down his cheek, “it was just us two against the world and now, now I’m tired of being alone.”

“I’ve been here this whole time,” you took a sip and noticed Dean never drank the latte he ordered, just held it in his hands for warmth, for a connection, for memory.

“I never believed in soulmates and when I saw the drawing and the name, I felt whole.”

Dean gulped, “but now you know I’m your soulmate, not Sam, and I’m not the man you thought I’d be.”

You placed your hot mug on the marble countertop and folded one hand over Dean’s on his mug.

“You’re more than I could ever have imagined and I’m yours to tell more stories of Sam to as well,” you grinned.

“But I want to know more about you, the artist for one,” you scooted closer, “would you tell me another story?”

“Are you sure, Sweetheart, hell I didn’t even catch your name,” Dean chuckled and his eyes for a brief second sparkled.

You took his pencil and scribbled in cursive on the napkin, and your name appeared on his wrist.

“YN,” he said your name like a prayer, “I’d love to tell you another story.

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Nalu Headcanon

After the war is done and everyone is recovering, Lucy makes a book. It’s not like any ordinary novel like the one she promised Levy would see one day, but rather like a children’s book. It’s made of parchment and held together by salt water. Inside there’s drawings and sketches etched all around in charcoal (provided by Natsu) and there’s detailed notes from Lucy about the little things; the way Erza looks amazing in silk, how Gray’s ice magic could tear mountains, Master’s stories about fairies and tails, the color of Wendy’s eyes, the sounds echoing through the Guildhall on a normal day, and how Fairy Tail was like family. Once the book is completed, they set it aside until Nashi is born. The book then is passed onto Nashi, then her children, then her children’s children, and so on and so forth. The book is kept safe as a family heirloom, telling all its generations about one guild, one family, and one home.

It’s not often I get commissioned to create a more detailed rendition like this on an Etch A Sketch. This MST3K-themed Etch A Sketch was created for my roommate to present it at one of the Kickstarter viewing parties that took place last night. Regretfully I was out of town and therefore unable to attend, but from what I was told, Joel was most appreciative of the gifted final art! 🤗 The Etch A Sketch was custom framed in a beautiful black shadowbox. The original might have been gifted, but prints are available for purchase on etsy here!

Shoji

Forever sketched in graphite we
perpetually etched then erased 
a malady in constant flux 
understandably feel outraged
your pencilled dreams leave impressions 
but I got the idea you were sad 
staring again at blank canvas
feeling out the thoughts you once had.

Sensibly I sense you’re sensual 
it seems to lure me in 
but as I strip away your paper walls 
I see what is within 
It’s not hideous or reproachful 
still it chills me to the bone 
that behind such a soft barrier 
there’s a place you called your home. 

Bare are it’s walls and fixtures 
lit well to show the shame 
your postered palace hides the holes
like a twisted Andy Dufresne
there is no method of escape I see 
as each gap leads back to here 
your subtle tells are masked by yells 
that hide how much you fear.

I’ll splash a little colour
leave a mark to show I came 
but it’s you who needs to paint these walls 
to begin to feel sane
I’ll wait outside give you some time 
there’s still much work to do
but if you ever feel up to it 
I’ll show you that I have holes too.