atelier works

The first finished photo of my Zelda cosplay. 👑
I constructed this costume over the course of about six weeks, but I spent just as long planning and researching the techniques that would go into it. Despite my time crunch to finish it for Katsucon, I am proud of myself for not cutting any corners or sacrificing my commitment to quality to get it done. (I just worked crazy long hours every day for weeks instead, haha)

This is probably the most complex project I’ve tackled to date. Although there are some small improvements I would still like to make, I’m really pleased with how it came out overall. Get ready to see lots more photos of this one!

Photo by @josephchilin
Costume made and worn by me

anonymous asked:

Same with best friends since childhood but with Yusuke?

honestly i’m kinda glad to do some yusuke rn bc y’all are all THIRSTY BITCHES for akechi (lol someone ask me for stats on the……62 messages i’ve got in my inbox rn, it’s a wild ride.)

soooo on to the bullet points (seriously, do y’all like these? tell me if you don’t)

  • yusuke probably didn’t get out much after he started living with madarame tbh?
  • like he went to school and all, i’m guessing, but i’m kind of imagining him playing around with art supplies in madarame’s atelier while the dude worked instead of going to preschool
  • remember how in yusuke’s social link it turns out madarame was a decent father figure before he got distorted? 
  • you can pry that shit from my cold, dead hands, amigos
  • also i imagine that being babysat by 15+ artists on a daily basis is how they found out he was so gifted
  • anyway, probably yusuke met Best Friend when he went to official school for the first time in like kindergarten or whatever
  • and Best Friend would have had to approach him bc quiet boye just wants to be left to his own devices and….draw shit or whatever
  • who wants to know what he’s arting/why he’s arting/why he’s not playing
  • and he’s like “i’m drawing this bug/i like drawing things/playing gets you dirty and sensei says you should always start art with clean hands end end with dirty ones.”
  • for their entire friendship, from that first meeting till phantom thieves time, it’s a litany of “sensei says” to the point where Best Friend can recite some of the more common ones with him
  • or even all of them, hell
  • they can draw a little, chibi characters or recreations of cute mascots, but nothing awe-inspiring.
  • they probably don’t even have that much interest in art but yusuke still drags them along places and they develop an appreciation because he has an appreciation and they want to spend time with him, right?
  • their friendship is a weird mixture
  • yusuke always wants to stop what they’re doing to closely inspect a flower or a poster or the old guy playing shoji in the park, so he can try to recreate it later or so he can understand the feeling it gives him
  • Best Friend is constantly on the move, wants yusuke to join them playing a sport or racing down to the corner and back or daring one another to take one step closer to the creepy abandoned house
  • the usual kid stuff y’know
  • so yes, they stop for all those things, but also Best Friend gets yusuke out and into the world
  • they play and laugh like actual kids
  • because of his broadened horizons yusuke explores so many different art movements and Best Friend gets to experience them with him
  • there’s an entire collection of artwork in storage somewhere that madarame didn’t put out because it didn’t fit in with “his style”
  • but has the handprints of yusuke and Best Friend slapped all over a canvas, or paint-dripped sculpture in the vague shape of two humanoids holding hands
  • and, you know, yusuke might be better at not blurting out secrets
  • but it’s hard to keep something like madarame’s actions from your best friend
  • Best Friend tries as hard as they can to get him to leave, to see sense, to not hand over his artwork like it’s money that can be lent for a favor
  • maybe they fight
  • maybe there are some harsh words spoken
  • but in the end Best Friend and yusuke will forgive one another
  • even if yusuke is incredibly upset that Best Friend went to the phantom thieves website to beg them to save him

Day 17- learn 30 words

1. Carlin- pug

2. Mite- moth

3. Puce- flee

4. Frelon- hornet

5. Chavalet- easel

6. Secouer - to shake

7. Virgule - comma

8. Bourse- scholarship

9. Griff- claw

10. Mâchoire - claw

11. Sabot- hoof

12. Écaille - scale

13. Nageoire - fin

14. Nounours- teddy bear

15. Ronfler- to snore

16. Berceuse- lullaby

17. Atelier- work shop

18. Fond- background

19. Vitraux- stained glass

20. Carreau- tiles

21. Pourpre- crimson

22. Marais- swamp

23. Verger- orchard

24. Taureau- bull

25. Patte- paw

26. Pelage- fur

27. Moulant- tight

28. Arbitre- umpire

29. Aiguille- needle

30. Arrondi- round number


Hi ! This week-end it’s the Jpo/exposition of my preparatory class, “Atelier de sèvres” in Paris, so there will be my works and those of my wonderful/talented/beloved classmates !

You can have free postcard, try to animate (paper cut, stop motion…), ask questions, talk to us…

And if you feel lonely, I will give you a big hug.

So if you can come, Come !

anonymous asked:

Could you do (-.-) and (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε`*) for Drocell Keinz please? I really love him but dint see much content of him, I would love to see what you think!

Sure thing!


(-.-) How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily? 

Drocell, not really being aware that he doesn’t need to sleep anymore, will tend to take some naps through the day and one longer in the night. To be perfectly honest, he does not only looks like a dead person then, but like a dead person who can suddenly open their eyes staring straight at you like in a cheesy horror movie which he often does. This trance of his can last for either few minutes or hours, depending on how lost in thoughts he will get, thinking that those were all his dreams. Waking him up, though, is almost impossible because no physical contact can be felt by him - he will either feel your presence or eyesight on him, or won’t feel anything at all and so he won’t react. He will like to think that he has always been a morning person and that’s the reason why he won’t be having any troubles in immediately getting back to work after opening his eyes. After realizing that he is not a human, he will completely stop ‘sleeping’, prefering to sit in his atelier and work for the whole nights long.

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε`*) Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses? 

He will like all kinds of your fondness but kisses won’t be his favourite since they are rather little and he won’t be able to feel them as much as embraces. The thing is, he will prefer to have your whole body next to him than only your lips touching him, nevertheless he will gladly receive them and even after few minutes, he may catch himself on touching the kissed place, imagining the warmness he should feel there. Learning from you, sometimes he will try to kiss you also but a lot of time must pass since he will decide to kiss you somehow more than just a quick peck on the lips or cheek.

Within these walls - Paris AU

Dedicated to my fave base @talkaboutartassholes and @imanationalphenomenon - Thank you for always indulging me!

Paris AU is a continuation of Galactica, where Sutan and Violet lives together in Paris.

I recomend listneing to this song while reading, but it’s totally up to you!

“Would you mind handing me the bucket?”


Sutan smiled, holding up the bucket of deep green paint Violet had picked out, her brush dipping in before she went back to painting the wall fine details of the flower print she was doing on the walls of her former home office.

It was still early in the afternoon, the last of the spring sun coming through the open windows, Frida happily napping, one of Sutan’s favorite records on in the background as they could hear the sounds of the street of Paris from outside. The flat was Violet’s, nestled right underneath the roof of an old building near the Dior atelie where Violet worked. Sutan had moved in after they found each other again, happily paying the rent Violet demanded of him, his girlfriend setting very clear boundaries and gently, though also firmly, turning him down each and every time he mentioned they could find something bigger, even if they had to carry Frida up and down the stairs each day, her little legs not made for buildings without elevators.

“Do you need more paint?”

“Not right now.” Violet smiled, her brush going over the sun yellow wall they had picked for their daughters room and painted the week before. Violet was sat on a chair, her pregnant belly hindering her movements slightly, which was why Sutan had used every single excuse he could think of to come check on her, bringing her tea and water, washing her brushes and taking Frida on walks, Violet smiling in that very way that told him she knew exactly what he was doing, but that she was indulging him, the smile nearly breaking his heart with love each time he saw it.

Violet put her brush down, looking at the wall. Sutan held his hand out, Violet taking it and allowing him to help her up, a small laugh escaping them both. It had been hard for Violet to adjust to her pregnancy, sharing her body new and foreign to the woman that was usually always so in control over everything she did. Violet took a step back, watching the wall, the thing covered in a flower garden, delicate vines and deep greens, subtle violets and calming whites all coming together with flowers Sutan didn’t even know the names of.

“It looks great.”

“Thank you.”

Violet turned her head slightly, Sutan leaning down for a kiss. He had never knew he could feel so much peace, but here he was, more happy and content than he had ever been before.