Do you think you could give some pointers as to how to draw dragons? I'm stuck whenever I try and the anatomy and proportions never seems to line up.
That’s the fun part about dragons though - you can throw anatomy out the window for the most part because there’s no specific one way to draw them.
[I made this at 3am and forgot about it in my drafts, so please let me know if you want clarification on a specific thing]
I like to push for variety and variation with dragons. The most common dragon we usually see is a Western Dragon; long neck, spikes, webbed wings, horns on their head. [you can probably picture one from pop culture based on that reference alone]
But that doesn’t have to be the only way to draw dragons. There are also Wyverns, Eastern Orientals, Hyrdas, Serpents, and more. Play around with the body and faces of dragons to make them a bit more unique and give them more personality and don’t be afraid to make them look “ugly”, they could end up pretty badass.
Dragons can have a wide variety of body types. These can vary from proper quadruped legs to bipedal with a weight offset. Front legs can be shorter than back legs, or they can even resemble real-life animals with “dragony” features.
If you’re worried about proportioning, try breaking up your dragon’s body. I’ll use the Body Type + Appearance Dragons as examples;
Large: 33% Head // 33% Body // 33% Tail // [1% Extra/Pudge hehe]
Skinny: 10% Head // 20% Neck // 25% Body // 45% Tail
Lean: 10% Head // 20% Neck // 35% Body // 35% Tail
Bipedal: 10% Head // 40% Body // 50% Tail
With wings, you’re going to want them to be larger than your dragon’s body [unless they’re earthbound, in which case they can be tiny] Ideal wings are usually as long as your dragons body without the tail.
If you’re struggling with wings, I often break them up into two or three parts. Consider it to be like your arm, going from bicep to forearm to hand and fingers. Note that the Butterfly wings seen above don’t use this same method and are one solid piece.
If you’re designing a dragon, consider where they live or what they’ll be doing. Oceanic dragon? Try webbed hands or fins. Earthbound dragon? Give them big, powerful claw-paws so they can dig through the toughest of dirt. Again, there’s no right way to draw a dragon, so have fun with it!
The key to master a stellium is to over-correct until you’re comfortable with expressing traits opposite of what comes to you naturally.
If you’re terrified of being alone, you should spend as much time by yourself as possible. If you find it natural to put yourself first, you should try prioritizing other people as much as possible. If you hate leaving your house, you really should get out more.
Think of a scale weighted heavily on one side. You have to consciously, painstakingly add mass to the other end- hypothetical mass equivalent to that of celestial bodies- to find some semblance of balance.
1st house: focus on other people, develop relationships, practice selflessness and empathy, look at the world from someone else’s eyes, look at other people as you would look at yourself, try hiding your emotions and intentions
2nd house: dig deeper, practice spirituality, detach from the world and your possessions as much as possible, rebel against tradition, practice generosity, don’t indulge vanity
3rd house: hold your tongue, listen, speak as little as possible, treat your siblings well, objectively revise your writing, don’t place excessive importance on grades
4th house: leave home, break from your family, detach from your emotions, acknowledge and dismiss your paranoid insecurities, be as direct as possible
5th house: shine the spotlight on other people, do community service and volunteer work, find a group of friends, avoid casual dating/sex, manage your ego and desire for attention
6th house: focus on the spiritual and subconscious, break your routine, prioritize your soul over your body, break rules, try drugs, avoid judging people, be more impulsive, get your nerves under control
7th house: seek solitude, be as independent as possible, put yourself first, practice selfishness, ignore others’ opinions, embrace your flaws, befriend your enemies
8th house: approach life practically, practice fiscal responsibility, avoid passion/jealousy, control obsessive tendencies, be careful when dealing with the occult/supernatural
9th house: spend more time at home, avoid drinking, gambling, and superficial friendships, try to be more responsible, practice thinking logically instead of philosophically, be careful when dealing with religion
10th house: develop hobbies and friendships, spend more time with family, stop caring so much about your reputation, aim to please yourself and do what you want rather than trying to prove something to the world
11th house: develop individuality, don’t let tie your identity to groups, think for yourself, don’t do things just because “it’s the norm,” spend less time on social media, stop trying so hard to fit in
12th house: stay grounded, do menial chores, take care of your body, make a conscious effort to eat healthy, shower daily, and exercise, infuse logical observation with emotional intuition
Pairings: Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O
Word Count: 3400+
Summary: Sam is rough around the edges, you do your best to avoid him until one night you discover he’s your true mate and instincts take over. This is really just a lot of smut and a little plot to ease things along.
You stop in your tracks, clutching an open hand over your abdomen.
“Shit,” you mumble under your breath as an afterthought. Shit doesn’t quite do this kind of pain justice. This cycle’s heat has brought what your mother, Millie (owner and proprietor of The Brown Bottle), refers to as The Real Motherfuckers. The kind of cramps that stop a woman unexpectedly while on her way to work well after sundown. The two generic suppressants you popped an hour earlier aren’t working as well as you hoped and you find yourself wishing you’d taken a third.
Genre: ANGST Words: 1,821 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Stalking, injuries, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.
There was a sea of people surrounding you. Unfamiliar faces swarmed through your hazy vision and voices were muffled, barely audible at all through the constant ringing in your ears. You couldn’t distinguish anything through your heavy eyes except for the white tiled ceiling above you.
The panicked atmosphere seemed to consume you, muffled voices sounding determined yet rushed. There was a red spot in your vision, no doubt from blood that had gotten into your eye, and it was covering the view from your left side. It was hard to tell what was hurting, your brain only knowing that something everything was.
A bag valve mask was placed over your mouth, attempting to adjust the rate of your breathing. You weren’t sure if it was too rapid or too slow. You couldn’t feel your heartbeat, you couldn’t feel your breathing, you couldn’t feel your own skin. All you could feel was air rush past as each person reached for equipment.
And then a face moved past the red spot in your vision, leaning over you and mouthing something to you with so much resolve, that you couldn’t look away. His eyes pierced into yours, breaking open whatever trance your body was in. You were sent gasping for air through the mask, and your ears opened up to the sound around you.
As most athletes will tell you, lots of high impact activity (running, contact sports, gymnastics) can break your body down fast. Stress fractures, pulled muscles, broken bones, etc. It all adds up.
And yes, medical care in the GFFA is probably better than here on earth. And yes, the Jedi can probably use the Force to help with the feeling of tight muscles, and your joints aching, and all that.
Still. You can’t tell me that after a life time of training in lightsaber combat, plus all the training they probably need to do to have the muscles to fight for long periods of time, plus all the running and jumping Jedi do, that Jedi don’t have problems with joint pain as they get older.
Some are probably lucky enough they don’t, but I’m willing to bet that a lot do. They can push it off into the Force, and advanced medicine and Force healing probably means it takes longer than it does for most Earth humans (mid thirties for lots of athletes, at the latest).
But I’m willing to bet that by their forties at the latest, a lot of human Jedi start to feel a bit… creaky… when they’re not relying on the Force. Knees and ankles complaining at a jump they could make without pain just a year before, having to ice down an elbow after teaching the new Padawan a certain block, things like that. Human bodies, at least, just start to break down after a while.
This was not at all inspired by the fact that my knee is protesting a simple two mile run, one I’ve done many times before. Absolutely not inspired by it.
it’s the simple things in the summer. tar stained palms from climbing rooftops. dirty knees and mystery bruises. when the adventures stick to your knee highs. fog in the morning and coffee cup rings stained in the table. the free fall feeling before your body breaks the surface of the water. carrying the beach around in your hair. sleeping in way past noon and having mundane conversations with the moon.
Prompt: 27. “Is that a threat?” 28. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Summary: A night out turns sour. Word Count: 600
“I’ll be right back, beloved,” Damian informed you as you took another drink. You acknowledged him with a smile and a nod as you swallowed.
“Alright, I’ll be right here,” you answered with a sly grin. You were starting to feel a buzz setting in. You watched him turn a disdainful look towards the crowd of dancers. He made his way through the club towards what you could only assume was the restroom.
Despite his hatred for the loud club scene, Damian agreed to join you for some dancing. You knew that he secretly only wanted to ensure that no one bothered you while you drank. He did his best to enjoy a night out with you instead of focusing on potential threats. It was a good way to get him to relax, especially once the two of you started dancing and moving with the music.
“Hey there sweet thing,” a gruff sounding man called from your left. You tried to simply ignore him, as if he hadn’t spoken to you. You raised the glass to your lips and enjoyed the warmth of the alcohol. You leaned forward on the bar, pretending to be in your own world.
“I said hello there, hot stuff,” he continued, claiming the empty bar stool beside you.
“Hello,” you replied politely, but shortly. You wanted to be clear that you weren’t interested in his advances.
“What’s a pretty think like you doin’ alone in a club?” he asked as a bartender approached. You frowned as he ordered a beer for himself and “somethin’ fruity for the babe” with a chuckle.
“No, thank you,” you stopped the bartender before he could start mixing a drink. “I don’t want another drink,” you told him.
“Come on, sweet cheeks, I’m payin’, what’s the harm?” he grinned and you felt your skin crawl.
“I said no,” you answered firmly. You turned back to the bartender with a frustrated frown. The jerk didn’t take your not-so-subtle hint. He grabbed you by your upper arm and jerked your body to face him directly. You attempted to pull away in disgust, but his grip was firm.
“Hey! Let go of her!” you heard Damian’s furious voice boom through the club. You never felt a greater sense of relief than when you saw his tall form break through the barrier of people.
“Look pal, the lady and I were just talkin’,” he tried to brush it off, raising his hands in an innocent gesture.
“Like hell!” Damian roared, his eyes were nearly black with his anger. “If you so much as think about touching her again, I’ll break every bone in your body,” he sneered. “Pal,” he added with disdain. You couldn’t ignore the fact that Damian was intimidating whenever he wanted to be. It was really rather sexy, if you were being honest.
“Is that a threat?” the man stood, squaring up with Damian. He realized then that Damian was a solid 6 inches taller than he was.
“It’s a promise,” he replied menacingly. The man’s eyes darted around Damian’s frame and met your gaze again. “Hey, keep your eyes on me, asshole,” Damian shoved him roughly. He took the hint then, realizing that Damian was much stronger than he looked. The man turned tail and disappeared into the crowd. Damian took a deep calming breath before turning back to face you.
“Are you alright, beloved?” he asked with the familiar tenderness in his voice you had grown used to. You curled your arms around his waist and smiled up at him.
Request:hello! I dont know if you do any marauders oneshots but if you do can you write one where the reader and sirius are dating and they get in a huge fight and remus is the one to push the reader back to sirius????
A/N: This was hella fun to write
“No, you’re right Sirius! It’s always my fault! I’m always the bad guy!”, you yelled tears threatening to pierce through your eyes as you slammed the palm of your hand against Sirius’s chest.
“I never said that! This is what I am talking about! You always jump to conclusions without consulting me first!”, He yelled back not daring to break eye-contact. All you saw was blue. Blue like the tears streaming down your cream-colored face, like the stone necklace that Sirius gave you for your first anniversary that seemed to now burn at your throat, and like the roses Sirius would give you after whispering ‘I love you’. You distinctly remembering the first time you two admitted your feeling towards one another. It was during the fifth year, somehow the two of you went from talking about how you managed to fail your potions class to confessing your acquired adoration for each other. With him asking timidly at the end, ‘can I kiss you?’.
Tightening a grip on Sirius’s jumper, you held him close to you.
“And you, you bastard never take my side! You’re always so kept to yourself! Never once have you came to me with a problem! I trusted you enough to let you in, but you couldn’t do the same! The only thing I ever needed was for you to need me, Sirius! That’s all I ever needed! Because I deserve somebody who gives a shit!”, you screamed even louder on the top of your lungs, causing your voice to crack. Sirius tried to take a step back, but you held onto his jumper even tighter not letting him leave. Straightening up his posture, Sirius glared at you, a hard cold glare. A glare he would give to someone like Bellatrix.
“Don’t you even dare Y/N! I loved you through everything, and you don’t even care! And you know what Y/N! I deeply wish that I never met you!”, Sirius screamed at me even louder with each sentence, his body trembled as his voice croaked with broken cries, before ripping your hand off of his jumper and running away. All you could do was stand there, sobbing loudly to yourself, grasping onto the single chair for support afraid that you might fall to the ground.
“Go after him Y/N”, You heard a raspy, cool voice of Remus lupin. Turning around to face the werewolf that you have became close mates with, you realize that you could barely even see him through your teary eyes.
“You know that it only hurts more when you stop pretending. ”, Remus continued on not bothering to move from the staircase that lead to the boys dorm, “So stop pretending that what Pad-I mean Sirius said hurt more than what you are letting on. Go after him and I predict that when you see him it’s going to hit you. Hit you like a muggle bus just crashed into your body breaking your soul into pieces and your heart in shattering glass fragments.”
“W-What are you talking about Remus”, you choked on your sobs trying to make process on what the lad was saying.
“I’m saying that it’s always been you and Sirius. Always. Ever since first year when you hated each other, no matter what you two will always love each other, so I don’t see why you are forcing him away, and him visa versa. But knowing how stubborn the both of you are, I am not telling-I am demanding that you go after Sirius and tell him. Tell him how you are feeling now. Or else I will drag you by your hair to him”, Remus didn’t say another word before storming back up the stairs.
Numbly you moved forward, towards the portrait that would lead you out of the common-room. Once outside the sound of a broken cry filled your ears. Sirius. He was more then crying, he was cursing to no one but himself. There he sat at the top of the moving staircase cursing and cursing to himself, and crying even louder. That’s when it hit you, it hit you harder than a muggle bus crashing into your body. It hit you more painfully than the curico curse. You collapsed down to the cold stone floor, clenching your chest above your heart. The pain was unbearable. Seeing Sirius the way he was puffy eyed, tear stained cheeks, messy destroyed locks of crow black hair, paler skin than the snow falling outside, and the look of death itself shadowing over his handsome face. Your heart was smashed, beaten, crumbled, torn apart, and shattered to the base of your chest like fine china.
“No-please. Please don’t leave me”, you cried broken and torn like your vocal cords yearned for fresh cool liquid, “Please Sirius, you’re the only good thing I have. I can’t-Don’t leave me”
You didn’t know if he could hear you and you sobbed on the hallway floor, it wasn’t until you felt those cold strong arms around your body. engulfing your body in a cold chill. The cold chill you have grown custom to after so many years of hugging, holding hands, colliding in the middle of the hallways, and sneaking kisses at midnight. Moving your body around so you would be able to hold onto the person who was your first kiss, your first love, your first friend, your first enemy, and the first person who you beat the crap out of when they accidently called you a ditzy little girl.
“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m sorry.”, Sirius’s wobbly voice spoke almost like the wind in the summer, soft and almost unnoticeable, “I will never leave you. Never. Just promise you won’t leave me”
His grip grew stronger around your body pulling you closer to him. Crying into his shoulder, all you could do was nod.
“Never, I would never leave you. Never. I love you”, You whispered over and over again. I love you.
You love Sirius the same way how the moon loves the sun, dying each day so the sun can live.
okay, but Rosie Watson is probably the most over-protected child in the known history. she brings her new boyfriend home, and there are: her father John “I-can-break-every-bone-in-your-body-while-naming-them” Watson, her second father, who introduces himself “I’m Sherlock Holmes and I can tell a rapist in less than five minutes. Just saying.”, uncle Greg with his service weapon, uncle Mycroft with two MI-6 agents and a chopper, and aunty Hudson, skyping with grandma and grandpa Holmes who are very curious about boyfrend’s intentions.
Rosie, of course, thinks that she is the most miserable girl in the world, because with family like this she will never get laid, but she really is the most loved girl ever
I have spent the better part of the past 2-ish weeks working on this, and omgosh I’m so glad to see it done!
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The idea here was to try and design kimono ensembles for each gal basing them on their main outfits/colors and taking my interpretation of their personalities into account. I’m not sure that I actually ‘nailed it’ with these designs, but I had a lot of fun! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*
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Club Soda and Whiskey
Sipping your drink, you sit on the stool at the bar. As far as venues go, this one isn’t too bad. It smells of beer, but not in a funky, sweaty man and stale cigarette kind of way. It’s not smoky and the crowd seems cool. The band has played in far worse conditions. Like that time at that dive bar in LA. That was a night that you’d never forget. A biker gang had decided the middle of the set would be the perfect time for an all out brawl. One thing was for sure, there was never a dull moment to be had.
You fiddle with the slice of lime garnishing the rim of your glass while you watch the crowd. A tall, handsome man threads his way through the crowd. He’s rugged and sexy, broad shouldered. You notice by his gait that he’s bow-legged. He sidles up next to you at the bar and gives you a broad grin. Damn, he’s one good-looking son of a bitch. Probably a total douche, though. Most of the guys you meet in these clubs are.
Lifting a finger to the bartender, the man says smoothly, “I’ll have whatever she’s having.”
You stifle a giggle as the bartender replies, “You want a club soda?”
The light catches his eyes as his lips turn up into a grin. They are a brilliant shade of green. He chuckles, “Scratch that. I’ll take a whiskey.”
The bartender nods and turns to pull a bottle off the glass shelf. Tall-and-handsome turns to you, extending his hand. “Hi there, I’m Dean.”
“Hey,” you respond, taking his hand and grasping firmly. Christ, he’s strong. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Have you seen this band before?” he asks casually.
“Yeah, I’ve been to all their shows.”
“Wow, that’s dedication! I’m just in town for a few days and thought I’d catch a show. I’d never heard of them until today.”
“Well, Dean, you are in for a treat,” you say, smiling up at him. Dean looks just past your shoulder and you turn to see the hulking form behind you. It’s Clint, head of security for the band. Clint is big and looks menacing, but he’s a teddy bear at heart. Clint leans and whispers in your ear and you nod in response.
“Sorry, Dean, that’s my cue. I have to get going”
“Wait…are you with the band?” Dean asks.
“Uh, yeah…I’m the tour manager,” you reply.
You give him a wave and start to follow after Clint, before turning back to Dean. “Hey, what do you say to a backstage pass?”
“For real?” The expression on his face is like a kid in a candy store. “Man, I’d love that. But I’m here with my brother…”
“What’s his name?”
“Okay, when you find your brother, go talk to Clint. He’ll be to the left of the stage. Give him your names and he’ll bring you backstage.”
the room was huge, but it was easy to find Eric standing near the centre of the room. he looked over when you approached. “didnt think you would come.” he stated.
“Eric, what’s all this about?” you asked.
for a few seconds his eyes wandered over your body, breaking his usual stern military demeanour. “i thought asking you to come to my quarters would be inappropriate so i thought we could meet here.” he answered.
“your quarters?” you squeaked, hearing the connotation behind his words.
“i dont usually do this Y/N.” he sighed, “i dont let things come between me and my position here.” he ran a hand through his hair and it was the most uncontrolled thing you had ever seen him do, “but you keep distracting me. and maybe thats not a bad thing.”
The sound of glass shattering makes
you jump and turn around in alarm. A few
feet behind you one of your rookie techs is standing near a lab bench behind
you, staring in shock at the broken glass at her feet. In an instant you know what it is; the mini
habitat you’d constructed in the lab to mimic the conditions of the last planet
the Enterprise had visited. Your team,
led by you and overseen by Commander Spock himself, had been tasked with studying
the various flora and fauna the team had retrieved from the surface of the
planet. This particular terrarium had contained
the beginnings of a fruit bearing bush, one that the commander had been
particularly interested in for its healing properties. The only sample had been in that tank. Which was in pieces, on the hard floor of