I can’t believe today marks two years since I graduated from high school. It really does feel like just yesterday (but not really). My mom surprised me with a black Kanken and these adorable notebooks today, and I can’t help but feel grateful for how lucky I am to have someone who supports and loves me as unconditionally like my mom does. I don’t know where I would be without her <3
I am opening up 4 exclusive slots for Traditional artworks commissions. This will be the only commissions I will take for the Spring/Summer time so if you are interested, now is the time!
ALL COMMISSIONS TAKEN WILL BE STARTED AFTER APRIL 7th
Here are the general informations regarding this type of commission.
- Commission cost :100$CAN
- made on 14x17″ cardboard paper Canson Bristol. ( It’s quite big and cannot be rolled)
- Lineart is made using a dipping pen with Black and White Ink. Gold and Silver ink is also available if needed.
- Coloured with Alcohol markers : Copic/Prismacolors/Touch
- Can be shipped anywhere and is included in the commission cost. ( If you request a type of shipment with a tracking number, additional cost will be applied.)
- If you are interested in purchasing a slot : Send an email at email@example.com with the detail of your commission and if it requires a deadline or not. I will do my best to help you or answer any questions you may have ~
- Payment is requested via a Paypal invoice sent at your email address. Commissions slots will be tackled via order of payments.
- A confirmation sketch will be sent before proceeding to the final inking in order to make sure everything meet all requirements.
- You can request to see a WIP anytime after the initial sketch has been sent, in order to see the progression.
- Another confirmation will be sent after it’s shipped as well as an estimation of the arrival time.
- Do not accept : NSFW , Extreme gore, artworks of Fics you don’t have the permission of the author for, morally insensitive/problematic suggestions. ( Islamophobic/homophobic/acephobic/racist/incestuous/abusive etc……. )
- I hold the right to refuse a commission if I deem it outside of my range of capacities or outside of my comfort zone regarding the subject of the piece. Adjustment can be made in order to make sure everyone is comfortable doing the artwork requested.
Thank you very much and please help by reblogging! <3
Daesung’s birthday present part 1 - Bird Set Free.
Here it is the first drawing for his birthday! :3 It is inspired by Sia’s song “Bird Set Free” because I think it really suits Daesung and by the amazing art of @ariesartsauftum (You can find more of her work on Instagram at the nick ariesarts. ;))
You have been dating Alexander Hamilton for about eleven months. To say it was a romance out of a movie wasn’t how’d you describe your relationship. This relationship wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows. You would bicker and fight sometimes but what couple doesn’t do that? Yes, you two have intimate relations but you were that one weird couple that planned out what days and at what times you’d have sex, only because you were a full-time nurse and he was a very busy law student in AP classes. You weren’t home at nights because you worked the night shift and when you were at home, you were sleeping because of how exhausted you were from your job. Alexander was not a happy camper about you working late at night and him not being able to see you all the time since you basically worked all week with not days off. But he understood how much you enjoyed your job so he tries to be supportive.
It amazed your friends and families how well your and Alexander’s relationship worked out, despite the age gap (you being about 23 and he being 35) and how polar opposite you and he was. Alexander was very outspoken and opinionated while you were calm and collective. Alexander was a coffee addict while you settled with tea or iced coffee. Alexander was an orphan while you came from a huge family, you being the eldest of eight siblings. Alexander knows how to handle handguns while you know a thing or two about hunting rifles. Alexander enjoyed talking about politics, him being a huge republican, while you did not have a specific political party and had to actually enforce the ‘no speaking of religion and politics at the dinner table’ rule. Alexander was a huge flirt while you were very socially awkward. Alexander knew how to waltz and mastered ballroom dancing at a young age while you mastered the art of singing, you mainly breaking out into Broadway show tunes when you think you are alone. The list could go on and on.
But no matter what your differences were, you were very much in love with Alexander and he was in love with you. You two met at a house party hosted by your best friend Angelica Schuyler. At the time, Alexander was dating Angelica’s sister Eliza, but they broke up some time later. You two became fast friends and some time after that, Alexander asked you out. You were taken aback but you went out with him. That one date turned into a second. Then a third. Then a fourth. Then after the seventh date, he asked you to be his girlfriend, which you said ‘yes’ to immediately. Now here you were, eleven months later, happy and still in love. What else could you ask for?
It was late one night when he came in. You had just got on your break when you noticed a man being ushered through the front doors by a few nurses. You saw he was clasping his abdomen while his face was contorted in pain. That was when you realized it was Alexander, recognizing his messy hair and tired eyes. You felt your heart skip a beat as he was ushered into an examination room. There was a somewhat commotion but nothing out of the ordinary. You rushed over and made your way into the room. A few of the nurses left when they saw you enter, figuring out that this was the boyfriend you would go on about. You retrieved a blood pressure monitor and wrapped it around Alexander’s bicep. You kept your eyes on the gauge as you pumped air into the monitor. You were so focused on this that you didn’t hear Alexander saying your name.
You jumped slightly, dropping the pump and releasing the air from the monitor. You wrote down Alexander’s blood pressure on the report and released his arm from the monitor. You then slipped on your plastic gloves.
“Let me examine the wound, Alexander.” You stated, one of your hands clasped around the wrist of the hand that was attached to his abdomen. He began to sweat nervously.
“Heh,” He nervously chuckled as his eyes darted to the side. “Well, you see-”
“Alex, this isn’t a good time to be goofing off. Just let me look at your abdomen!” You used all your strength to pry his hands from his abdomen. You rolled up his shirt, expecting to see a cut or a bruise of some sort.
What you saw caused you to immediately start laughing hysterically. Printed into Alexander’s skin, just below his ribcage, was a black and gold tattoo of a quill pen from the colonial times, “Non-Stop” inked in cursive just below it. You knew he talked about getting a tattoo some time ago back in high school but you didn’t think he’d actually do it. Looks like you owe Aaron Burr twenty dollars.
“S-Stop laughing!” Alexander cried, his face red in embarrassment. “It was a good idea! I told you I would do it!”
You wiped a tear from your eye and your laughter turned into giggles. “S-Sorry, Alex. I didn’t actually think you’d get a tattoo! That’s permanently printed into your skin!”
“I know. I thought this would make me more interesting!”
“Alex, a tattoo isn’t really something that comes up in simple conversation. Maybe if you were drunk or something. How much did this cost you?”
“About a hundred?”
You sighed and facepalmed. “You’re going to be the death of me, Alexander Hamilton.” You murmured, rubbing your thumb over the red skin around the black and gold ink. “But, it does suit you. I like it.”
“Maybe you should get a matching one?” Alexander asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You looked up at him and rolled your eyes, trying not to facepalm again.
“What will match with a quill with ‘non-stop’?”
Alexander shrugged. “A modern ball-point pen?”
You looked up from the report you were filling out and smiled at him. “I like that. But what would the caption be?”
Alexander held your chin with his thumb and index finger. He stared into your eyes with a soft smile, his eyes searching yours. You felt your heart start beating faster and your face turned red. He only looked at you this way when he was about to say something romantic and flirtatious, making you flustered and fall in love with him all over again. This was a normal occurrence if you were in a relationship with Alexander Hamilton, him holding your chin and staring into your eyes, making you squirm and melt under his gaze.
“How about,” Alexander pressed a kiss to your lips, catching you off guard. He pulled away before you could kiss him back. “’Best of Wives and Best of Women’?”
You blinked, furrowing your brows together in confusion. “We’re not married, Alexander.”
Alexander raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed on his face. “Not yet, (Y/N).” He whispered, his other hand digging into his pant’s pocket.
You took a step away from your boyfriend and covered your mouth with both hands. Your eyes widened, causing Alexander to chuckle as he hopped off the examination table, back on his feet.
“Are you proposing?” You whispered, lowering your hands from your mouth. Alexander smirked at you before nodding slowly, making your eyes widen even more.
He reached out and took one of your hand, kneeling as he did so. You started shaking in anticipation. Alexander pulled out a velvet ring box and murmured a silent prayer before looking you in the eye, a serious and loving look in his eyes.
“(Y/N) (L/N), you are amazing. You are a beautiful woman and I’m madly in love with you. I love your voice, your smile, your laughter, your sarcasm, your short temper, your intelligence, even your bad habits. I love waking up next to you and falling asleep with you in my arms. I love knowing that you accept me for who I am and where I came from. I want to make you as happy as you have made me this past year. The only way I can is to spend the rest of my life with you.” He opened the ring box, revealing a silver ring with a huge pear-shaped diamond. “Will you, marry me and let me make you that happy?”
All you did after he stopped speaking was launch yourself at him, sending him flying into the ground and you peppering his face with kisses, murmuring a soft ‘yes’ with every kiss. Alexander laughed and hugged you back, sitting up with you still kissing his face. Cheers and applause came from outside the room, all of your colleagues and a few patience watching you and your new fiance. Alexander cupped your face and kissed you passionately, you kissing back with the same amount of passion. After you pulled away, Alexander slipped the ring on your finger, kissing your knuckle.
“Hey,” He whispered, holding your waist and smiling blissfully. “Best of wives and best of women.”