Hello artists of Tumblr! This is a likeness sculpt of Timothy Dalton from Penny Dreadful that I’m working on for my portfolio. I would really appreciate some constructive criticism and critiques on how to achieve a better likeness so that I can move on to texturing. Thank you!
Dalton and Emi are both such friendly, sweet, and precious people. They’re a huge inspiration to me.
They’re so genuine and I love their dynamic, they’re just such great people and they never fail to brighten my day with their animations and their gaming commentary! I hope they like this piece I did for them! uwu
They didn’t always hold hands at events. Most of the time, his hand rested on her back as they spoke to others. Tonight, however, Cheyenne overheard Talia talking about how weak she was, seeing how she hadn’t gone back to work and that Dalton was clearly being used for his money. Dalton had been no where near them at the time, so Cheyenne slipped away, knowing that Talia knew she heard. She wound up in the corner of the room, trying not to cry when Dalton was taking her hand. He didn’t say a word. He just stood there in the corner with her, holding her hand.
♔: Finding your my muse wearing their clothes
It wasn’t the first time Cheyenne wore one of his shirts around the house. Typically, she paired it with a pair of leggings or jeans. Today, she decided that wearing only his button-up shirt from yesterday felt appropriate. They were in Paris, after all. Her excuse was that they were recovering from jet lag and he hadn’t tied her to the bed yet. When he walked in with their coffees, she smirked, leaning against the arm of the couch.
♛: Sharing a dessert
It was easy for Cheyenne to give Dalton part of her dessert. Normally, she wouldn’t share her dessert, since it was always a treat for her. Ever since she was little, sweets was a rare thing for her to have, so she always ate every bite herself. His was so tiny and it barely had flavor to it. Pushing her plate between them, she offered him her spoon, since you can’t eat an ice cream sundae with a fork.
♜: Shoulder rubs
Cheyenne knew she was coming down with some sort of cold or bronchitis. She had been coughing hard all day, chills and sniffling as well. She took the cold medicine in the cabinet as directed, but she felt miserable. Dalton was unfortunately stuck in meetings all day, not that she wanted to pull him away from that. When he got home, he walked in on her in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket with Noah and Sophie curled on either side of her. She didn’t have to say anything. He just kissed the side of her head and began to massage her aching muscles, starting at her shoulders. She let out a soft moan, eyes closing instantly. It was the first time all day she felt like she could rest.
♝: Reading a book together
“And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.” Cheyenne and Dalton had both Matthew and Grace between them, reading them a bedtime book. Alexander and Lily were on their babymoon for two weeks, and Cheyenne had been loving playing house this way with Dalton. Tonight, they were reading Where The Wild Things Are, one of her favorite childhood books. When it was over, they snuck out of the room, letting the two children sleep.
“I want one.”
♤: Taking a bath together
The feel of the hot water surrounding her felt so amazing. What made her warm was the feel of Dalton’s hard chest against her back. Settling between his legs, her head laid back against his shoulder, looking up at him with a smile. It was a nightly ritual. For her, it was the best way to end the day, seeing that they were both there together. It might not be his favorite thing in the world, but it was something they always had to do. He was used to it now. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, his arms wrapping around her to hold her close. There was no better feeling in the entire world.
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
Dalton was playing with his tie and wedding ring. At first, it was just his tie, then it was just his ring. Now, it seemed like he was moments away from throwing a fit and ripping both of them off of himself, so Cheyenne stepped in. Swatting his hands away, she fixed his skinny tie, knowing how stubborn they could be. Once it was absolutely perfect, her hand took his own, kissing his ring finger. Almost to soothe him.
“Better?” When he nodded, she stood on her toes to kiss his scruffy jaw.