Tips for transitioning from 'realism' to 'cartoons'
( this is mostly for @stiles-and-the-sourwolf but you’re welcome to read it either way.)
Okay so the thing about drawing in a ‘looser’ style (or a more cartoonish style) is you must must must MUST learn to trust yourself, and be forgiving. It’s really about loosening up the 'rules’ of anatomy and letting things become more exaggerated and fluid.
It’s a huge problem that I’ve found amongst many of my artist friends who tend to draw in a more realistic and 'refined’ style. They’ve gotten into the habit of working into a piece for long periods of time, and striving for a certain level of anatomical perfection that is often—if not always—on par with photo realism. This means that their process usually involves working into small, key parts of the art until it fits together like a lovely puzzle. This is typically called the 'grid technique’, whether you use actual grids or not, and it’s perfect for creating a well rendered, full-feeling piece.
The problem is is that it tends to set you up for a few different problems when it comes to a more cartoonish style.
For one thing, cartoon anatomy is never as it should be, and things are generally never WHERE they should be, either. Buuut, that’s kind of the point, because the style leans heavily on the motion, the shape of the character, and the fluidity of their form.
What matters most in these types of styles is showing the character through their forms as much as possible, and often as SIMPLY as possible. Think about all the hundreds of Disney characters out there, and think about how each one has a very specific body shape to match their personality.
For example: Bell’s father. He’s the typical Disney short, round-bodied, mustaches father figure that you see throughout many Disney films. He has a sputtering voice, a general doofy personality, typically kind of useless, and tends to bounce around like a bouncy ball. His round form encompasses his character much better than, say, a long, tall, skinny body would.
Another (not Disney) example: Miyazaki’s strong female lead-characters. They all tend to be sort of squat, strong bodied, slightly rounder (more trustworthy) faces, with a stubborn pout. You automatically know that this girl/woman means business, and is going to kick butt and take names and, like, save someone/everyone/herself.
Now, a lot of this all comes down to animation, and the fact that simplicity is necessary for something you’re drawing a million times. The simpler the design, the easier it is to draw frame, by frame, by frame. But, even without animating, a key part of drawing in a cartoonish style is always going to be expressing as much information about the character/environment/story as possible with the smallest amount of effort.
A prime example of that would be the Tintin comics, or Charlie Brown. Each comic has it’s own level of simplicity that is, seriously, basically down to single lines and blobs of color. And if you look closely at a comic panel, you’ll probably feel like you’re falling into some abstract piece of art. But, the thing is… they work.
Tintin’s head is about 14 lines total, and yet somehow Hergé manages to bring forth a vast range of emotions and expressions with very little effort at all.
This, again, is also due to repetition. Comic books have always had a tendency to lean towards the more simplistic styles do to the whole, you know, drawing the character over and over again thing. Not that there aren’t comic book artists who totally ignore that and go into some insane levels of detail for each frame, but as a general rule, you’re going to see the 'cartoon’ style in comics. It’s easier to draw, less time consuming, and is often contributed to easier/smoother reading.
Now, trust and forgiveness.
The thing about shooting out a quick sketch is that there’s a certain level of 'I don’t give a fuck’ that goes along with it.
You’ve drawn it, it’s done, it’s out there, who cares?
And to many artists, that’s a screech-worthy sentence right there.
But, it’s sort of an integral part of loosening up your style.
Sketching or drawing out a cartoonish character takes a lot of confidence, trust, and again, that forgiveness thing. You need to teach yourself to let those lines flow freely, to trust that you can complete this figure with or without mistakes, and to forgive yourself when it doesn’t come out looking 'perfect’. This can be hard, or even next to impossible for certain realism artists to accomplish. It can be infuriating for them, especially when they can render so masterfully, and yet this simple… doodle seems to be the bane of their existence.
The trick, for me, is to set yourself up with limitations.
Try drawing with only an ink pen. No erasing, no fixing mistakes, no sketch layer. It might smudge, it might leak, and the second eye might end up too high up. Take the risk, and draw.
Try doing very light blocking with the pen, try going completely free hand and see where some of your anatomy strengths and weakness are.
Try drawing the same face over and over again, until you can get the same amount of details/information down without a second thought. Try simplifying the first drawing. Try limiting the amount of lines or shading used. Challenge yourself to be quick, to finish a complete character in ten minutes or less.
Try using a medium you’ve never used before. Learn to love it or hate it.
Try drawing with your opposite hand. (Does it look terrible? Maybe, but I bet you automatically tried to simplify and expedite the drawing process.)
Try using only blocks of color or shadow to make a face. Do not add details. See how recognizable it looks just from shading.
Try focusing on character qualities and the shapes, poses/posture, and colors that they brings to mind.
Draw a loud, boisterous person. (What shape would they be? Are they muscular, tall, threatening? Do they stand with their chest out? Do they wear reds and warm colors?)
Draw a quiet, timid person. ( are they small, hunched, slim? Do they wrap their arms around themselves a lot? Do they wear blues and browns and colors that blend in with the background?)
Draw a hunter.
Draw a mother.
Draw types of people/animals/environments you’ve never drawn before. Push yourself to do create people with more exaggerated features or postures. People with bigger, longer, skinnier, wider, smaller elements of anatomy.
And, like I said, it will be a challenge. It will feel silly and frustrating and even demeaning. But trust me, learning to loosen up and trust yourself enough make mistakes and accept them can be extremely freeing no matter what style you use.
2-D actually getting the space hair w/ s/o (this is just, i need)
2D whines as the cold water drips down his neck, and you quickly wipe it off with the towel. “Sorry, sorry, I’m getting it,” you say, and he taps his foot impatiently. He sits on the edge of his bath, legs in the empty tub, his hair damp and spiked up in all directions, while you shake up two different bottles of hair dye; red and purple. He cranes his neck, trying to look at you, but you take ahold of his head and point it forward again.
“I need to put the vaseline on,” you tell him, opening up his cabinet and taking out a massive jar of the stuff. You slick your fingers up and gently wipe it around his hairline, on the tops of his ears, making sure that every inch if his skin close to his hair is covered. “What’s this for?” he asks, shifting as you wipe a slimy streak of it down his neck. “It’s so the dye doesn’t stain your skin,” you tell him, “first time I dyed my hair, I didn’t use it. I had purple ears for almost 2 weeks,”
i deleted my retweet of that because I’m a fucking moron who saw the connection as “he’s an annoying fucking child” and I’m apparently a stupid idiot :( I’m sorry
you’re not a stupid idiot, but people aren’t fucking thinking and i need us to slow down our posting fingers and fucking think
making fun of jared kushner is good and fine and he does sound and look and act terrible, he is an overgrown infant swaddled by the overpriced puffy coat of his many privileges
but a) his jewishness is not part of that privilege
b) when we do make fun of these aspects of him, can we not use a picture of an actor who is, in turn, simply making fun of the concept of a jewish middle schooler in the middle of a religious rite (one that in the NOT TOO DISTANT PAST had to be hidden or skipped because it put literal children at risk)
c) here’s a picture of a jewish preteen that is funnier to use vis a vis jared kushner:
You couldn’t believe what happened. Your best friend Archie Andrews got into a fight at school that’s what another friend of yours told you at lunch. You knew he wouldn’t be at school anymore so after school finished you went straight to Archie’s house.
You didn’t have to knock because Mr. Andrews gave you a key just in case something happens.
“Archie?” You scream through the house.
“Here” he says from the kitchen. You walk in and gasp.
“Does it look that terrible?” He asks as you nod.
“What happened? How and why? Wait when?” You ask all those questions as archie begins to laugh.
“Ahh I’ll tell you” he says before taking your hand and leading you to his room. He shut the door and sat down next to you.
“I had a fight with Reggie, he called you a slut and I just, I flipped, and then he flipped and it just got into this” he says before you took his hand and smile.
“You know i can protect myself, Archie you don’t have to fight because of me, I don’t even care what he thinks of me, and..” out started to say before you were cut off by Archie’s lips.
“I did it because you don’t deserve it and also because I like you, I never had the gut to tell you but I love you more than anything.” He says as you smile.
“That’s what I wanted to tell you too actually” you laugh. He leans in and you lean in the other way before your lips connect like they were meant for each other.
sashea: shea gets turn on by sasha's erotica costume
Thank you darling! This will be continued in the next prompt and smuttiness will ensue!
Send me sentence prompts and drag race pairings and I’ll write you a little drabble!
It wasn’t fair, it so wasn’t fair. Shea always thought Sasha looked beautiful, whether she was done up in full drag, in half drag or if she was in her boys clothes but this was something else. Shea was at a complete loss for words to describe how Sasha looked in her Erotica costume. She had the look down to a tee right down to the gold tooth. There was something about the look, the tight corset, the patches she wore over her nipples and the slicked back blonde wig that was driving Shea crazy. She watched Sasha putting the finished touches to the look when suddenly Sasha turned to look at her.
‘What’s up?’ Sasha raised one of her painted on eyebrows at Shea. ‘Does it look terrible?’
'God no!’ Shea was quick to say. 'You look…’ Perfect. Incredible. Intoxicating. 'You look just like her.’ Shea swallowed, trying to ignore the effect Sasha was having on her.
'You think?’ Sasha turned back to the mirror.
'Totally.’ Shea was mesermised. Sasha turned back to her.
'You make a great material girl.’ Sasha smiled at her and then she leant close to Shea’s ear. 'Don’t tell Pepper but I think your look trumps her.’ She whispered and Shea felt the other queens breath on her skin and it made her feel weak.
'Thanks.’ She croaked.
'Anytime.’ Sasha smiled and her eyes sparkled a little.
'Five minutes until main stage guys.’ One of the crew members shouted into the werk room. Sasha looked back at her reflection and smoothed back her wig before she picked up her whip. She turned back to Shea and slapped the whip in the palm of her own hand, her eyes locked on Shea’s.
'Couldn’t forget this.’ Her eyes still sparkled. Shea felt her breath catch in her throat. I want you to spank me, god I want you to spank me, she thought, feeling her tuck getting painful. Sasha knew, she must have done. She must have seen the look on Shea’s face, Shea could feel herself going red and she was getting hot under the collar.
'Yeah. Can’t forget that.’ Shea croaked. Sasha smirked and yes she must have known what she was doing.
'Might come in handy. Never know.’ Sasha smacked the whip on her own hand again and the sound for some reason made Shea whimper a little. Sasha heard it. She smiled and licked her bottom lip, Shea swore it was happening in slow motion. Her dick taped between her legs was throbbing painfully. God she hoped her tuck was tight, it would be too embarrassing for words if she popped out. Sasha gave her one last smirk as the crew was beckoning them for the main stage.
'Time to go.’ Sasha gave Shea a sultry look and then she turned on her heels to head towards the door. Shea watched her ass as she went. This is so, so unfair.
Shea could barely think of anything but Sasha backstage after the runway. She was safe and Sasha was still out on the main stage and Shea thought that might have been a good thing because she just needed a minute away from the beauty. It didn’t help though because Sasha was still all she could think about.
'Can we talk about Sasha’s outfit?’ Trinity’s words snapped Shea out of her daze.
'Oh gurl, is it wrong I want her to spank me with that damn whip?’ Aja laughed. Get in line bitch, if she’s spanking anyone it’s going to me, thankfully Shea managed to keep that in her head.
'You ain’t the only one!’ Trinity laughed too. Shea stayed quiet. She couldn’t say anything because if she did was sure her real feelings would be evident to her fellow queens. She closed her eyes briefly and she pictured Sasha in that outfit and she felt her tuck throb again. She was going crazy over this look, she had never wanted someone so badly in her life.
'What did you think Shea?’ Aja’s voice made it to Shea’s ears and her eyes shot back open.
'What?’ Please be talking about something else, anything else.
'Sasha’s runway. It was hot right?’ Aja was looking at her expectantly, almost knowingly. Did Aja know what Sasha did to her? Shea swallowed and tried to keep her voice steady when she spoke.
'Yeah she looked great.’ She said in a non-commital fashion hoping the others wouldn’t see through it.
'She’s got to be in the top. Her snatch game and that outfit, she has to be.’ Trinity spoke up. She might be in the top but I want her to be my bottom, Shea’s tuck throbbed again as she had this thought.
'Are you ok? You seem quieter than usual?’ Valentina came closer to Shea on the couch and spoke quitely to her.
'Huh? Me?’ Shea looked like a deer in headlights. 'Gurl I’m fine!’ She tried to laugh it off.
'So nothing’s bothering you? Nothing to do with a certain other queen that’s-’ Valentina was cut off by the door opening. One by one the other queens entered the untucked longue and got their drinks. Sasha’s eyes met Shea’s. They were sparkling. She looked like a vision of perfection. I need you like I’ve never needed anyone before in my life, Shea thought as Sasha got closer. She didn’t know how she was going to get through this without popping her tuck. This is so, so unfair.
Staring at my ceiling in my bedroom, today is the day and
that is the only thing I can think of right now. Why did I agree to this now, I
feel all nervous. Saturday has come around so fast for me, I am more than
shocked that I actually woke up early on a weekend, I had to set my alarm
actually “oh god” placing my hands over my face, what am I doing and why am I
doing this. What excuse can I make, shall I tell him I am ill “what am I even
talking about” we are practically friends now, well kind of. Reaching over to
my side table and grabbing my phone, letting out a yawn “shit” that is the
time, I don’t even know what to wear because he won’t tell me. Reading my
notifications, he replied to my text from last night, I fell asleep by the time
he actually replied.
Wear what you want, I told you this already…
Why is he being like this, if I am overdressed that will get
me so angry. Why do I even care, it’s not even a date, forget it.
If I am overdressed it will ruin my day and I will go home
early and wake that ass up boy!
I need to actually call my mom, my weekend is to catch up on
sleep, family and cleaning but this is changing my day up. I am feeling so
nervous but a little intrigued, if my dad found out about this he would not be
happy. I am his only little girl even though I have a little brother, but I am
the most important one out of them all. Placing my phone on my chest as I
stretched out my body, let me get out of bed and do something with myself. My
phone vibrating against my chest, lifting my phone up and seeing Chris calling.
Answering the call “morning” god, why do I always sound awful in the morning
“hey, are you ready?” he asked, rubbing my face “uhhh no, you going to tell me
then? I have a feeling it’s something like a movie? Just say yes or no” god,
Chris does actually sound so good when he has just woken up, never noticed this
at all “maybe, could be yes or maybe no. We could be going to a beach, you just
never know” he is so annoying “I cancel anyways” I am done with him now “stop
being all moody and shit, tell me where you live so I can pick you up? I will
say it is a movie, now stop asking me” I knew he would back down “meet me
outside The Avenue, Hollywood. Just park where the car park is, I will walk to
you” pushing my bed covers off my body “you live in the apartment there? Y’all
got money huh” he said, rolling my eyes “not me, my brother and Lo be up to no
good. I don’t ask questions, I am just a broke nurse living with my brother.
That will soon change, I hope. I am thinking of moving out and living with
Bailey” swinging my legs off my bed, sitting on the edge “I have a feeling who
she lives with, just stay where you are” he is funny “sure, anyways you’re
cutting into my getting dressed time. Goodbye!” I will disconnect the call
before he has a little outburst regarding it “see you soon ma” disconnecting
“Oh my god! What do I wear!” I shouted out, why is my life
so difficult. What do I wear, oh god I need Bailey to help me. Every time I go
anywhere I am like this, I groaned out rubbing my head “oh no” I just rubbed my
face and I have my foundation on, I hate myself. I need to gather myself
together, I need to remember this is just me meeting my friend, I mean he is
just a regular guy. Then again he is Chris Brown, but what do I wear. No matter
what, we are just friends but that does not justify me looking terrible. This prep
talk is not working out, god help me. Getting up off of my bed, let me try
again to search for an outfit. I can do this, I can choose an outfit that will
be perfect. I swear I have some cute outfits here, I know I do.
Waiting for the facetime to connect with Bailey “you know
what I am thinking right now?” Bailey said staring at me with her hair wrap on
“why I am awake this early?” Bailey nodded “like I am so tired, I am trying to
sleep and you keep calling me. But I love you so proceed to show me what you
are wearing. First tell where you are going? Your makeup is bomb, you got your
bundles in?” she know damn well I got my good weave in, this only happens on
occasions “guess” I simply said, standing in front of my mirror and flipping
the camera “I am not sure but tell me how I look” I am waiting for Bailey to
say something stupid “bring the camera down, I want to see the feet” slowly
bringing my camera down the mirror “legs for days! Ok, I think you are going to
get some LA dick? Clearly” flipping the camera over back on my face mean
mugging her “what!? Ok, on a real. You are dressed for LA, it’s warm out there,
it’s bomb, I like it. Are you getting some dick then?” she said, shaking my
head “just meeting a friend, I will tell you soon. I am behind, gotta go”
blowing air kisses before disconnecting the call.
So Chris is outside, he has been outside for the last half
hour, he came early. Not on me, I said wait because I was still deciding on the
outfit. Wiggling my toes in my tan strappy stilettos, my cut off denim jeans
that just cover my ass, but I feel my legs are out too much, this is too much
for me. Pulling down my oversized sweatshirt a little more, I have a shirt
under this because you never know but I don’t do bras. Placing my dark maroon MAC
lipstick in my clutch, let me go now. Walking to my side table and
disconnecting my charger from my phone, seeing the various missed calls from Chris
makes me feel like I am a bad person for making him wait.
I woke my brother up earlier, I went into his bedroom
because I wanted his chain. I am borrowing his gold chain for today, here he
goes with his morning blunts “can hear you walking a mile off” Nathan said,
looking over at the balcony door open. Nathan stood with a blunt in hand “woah!
Wait, where are you going? It’s barely turned one” I knew he was about to do
this “going out, what I tell you about questioning me?” pointing at him “I
swear the LA life is getting to you, where are you going?” he walked towards me
“to the movies, just out. Goodbye and tell Lo to stop calling me, I ain’t
speaking to his bitch ass” turning on my heels “what is wrong with you both
now?” my brother half shouted “ask him, but I’m out and clean the mess up” I
ain’t here to be cleaning today “bring my chain back!” opening the door
“whatever” banging the door shut behind me.
I have never had this problem before, she had me sat in this
Lamborghini in this LA heat. Looking down at my Rolex in annoyance, it’s about
to be forty five minutes since being out here, she ain’t picking my calls up either.
She got me out here sweating too, Rylee ain’t shit already. Fixing my snapback
on backwards, let me sit back in my car before I get noticed. Pushing myself
off of the side of my car, pulling the car door up and climbing back inside. It
has become so hot in this car, I want to be topless now. Pulling my car door
down, patting down my jeans and looking at my new Js. I done shaved too, I was
going to keep the stubble but I didn’t, this is an all clean look with my black
tee on. I did have a bomber jacket on but I got hot, blowing out air looking
up. Seeing a female walking towards the car, squinting my eyes looking closely.
Is that Rylee, if I look at her face maybe I will know. My eyes slowly dragged
itself up her body and then my eyes fell on her face “wow” I said aloud, she
walked around my car to get in. She looks so good, I feel all nervous now.
Clearing my throat, shifting in my seat as the passenger
door opened. I can’t stop staring at the legs, it gets even better now she is
here. Biting on my bottom lip, she leaned in picking my bomber jacket up “oh,
my bad” I didn’t even get that for her, she stuck her butt in first “ooooohhhhh”
I said, staring at her butt, she swung her legs in “ok these cars are not easy
to get into” she said, I don’t even care “it’s perfect” I said, she placed my
bomber jacket on my lap and closed the door “did you hear what I said?” I am
trying to take this in, she needs to stop talking. Where has this girl come
from, wow. She can dress, even when she is not dressed she is beautiful “you’re
so beautiful” I had to say it “stop it” she placed her clutch on her lap “yeah,
I mean sorry. It’s not that bad to get into, I am used to it now. Can I place
my bomber jacket on the floor next to your legs?” I asked before I did it “oh
yeah you can” gathering my bomber jacket with my one hand, reaching to the
passenger side and placing the bomber on the floor of the car. My arm just
lightly grazing her calf, her golden legs are so soft. I am so turned on, I
want her. She is mine.
“I want to say sorry, I kept you out here for so long. I am
shocked you waited, I kept you waiting” holding my hand up “don’t say it, I
just want to be normal as possible. I am going to try my best, just be you and
I will be me. Things like that happen, I knew you was going to say, I kept
Chris Brown waiting. But let’s pretend I am just a regular nigga” Rylee smiled
at me a little “I just want to say you look beautiful, you have dressed great.
These are the only words I can say because I don’t want to say what my mind is
saying” Rylee giggled “how about we don’t, can we drive though? The leather
seats are burning my ass and my thighs, I am melting here” I busted out
laughing “how you think I felt? Now you know how I feel” turning my car engine
on “are you going to tell me how handsome I am? If you saw me yesterday, I
looked like a werewolf” slowly driving off “it’s very cute” my eyes bulged out looking
at her “cute?” I spat, she needs to stop doing that cute giggle “joking, you
look nice. Very handsome” I grinned “aww stop it, I am getting all red now” my
voice all high pitched “you copying me on what I said last time, so rude” she
clocked on, I am glad.
I hope those niggas keep my home clean, I done told them “I
have never been in a car like this, it’s fast” my lip curled up “I don’t even
want to know why you are smiling like that, it’s small though. Small and fast”
my smile disappeared after that, I was going to say something sly but she beat
me to it “you have nice legs, you got me all speechless. I know I shouldn’t
really say that, I mean who does that on a first date” the car fell silent “I
mean friend date, I mean you know just a get to know each other date” I suck at
this, look at me. Hearing a slight snort, my head turned to her “ew where did
that come from. Sorry” she put her hand up “you’re funny, you seem so out of
your depth here. Ignore that noise, I was supposed to laugh but clearly I make
an idiot out of myself” shaking my head smiling “I think we both are stupid,
let’s just be cool” I am saying this but it’s me, I am so awkward why am I
doing this to myself.
Walking into ArcLight Hollywood movie theatre, I am
obviously walking behind Rylee. She has honestly the most perfect legs, I want Rylee
to wrap her legs around my body. She must have the sweetest pussy, I can
imagine. Licking my bottom lip, my own thoughts taking me to a place I
shouldn’t be right now “woah” holding onto Rylee as I walked into the back of
her, letting her go “my bad, sorry” I think we are both bad at this “you want
to be lowkey but you out here banging into me, you ok?” feeling my cheeks go
slightly red “yeah yeah, just looking at the scene. This place is great” Rylee
squinted her eyes at me “you’re walking ahead of me now ok?” she got me, I
ruined this for myself now “ok, side by side then. What movie you want to
watch?” walking at the side of Rylee “surprise me, I’m open to a lot” she said,
raising my eyebrow “really?” looking at her with a smirk “filth” she simply
said to me, she always clocks me.
I am shocked she actually wants to see Avengers with me, she
let me pick anyways so who cares “Chris” Rylee held my wrist “huh, yeah?”
stopping in my tracks “I want to pay for the things, I am not having you pay
for everything. It’s only drinks and popcorn” pulling a face at her “no, I will
pay. I want to pay, it’s nothing Rylee” she tilted her head “please don’t do
this, you said normal so let me buy the food” sighing out not really wanting to
do this “you can only pay for the drinks and popcorn, after this then no more
paying out. Deal? I want to pay for you” Rylee got her pinkie finger out
“pinkie promise” how different is she, holding her pinkie finger with mine
“you’re on a budget though, no large with me” her beautiful hazel eyes, I am
melting “I want it large only” I said in a mumble “I guess I will let you off
just this time” I am still holding on to her pinkie finger, let me stop.
I really thought that the screen would be quiet, it’s early
and who would come early but I was wrong, really wrong. Luckily the row we are
on nobody is sitting here at the moment, the lights dimmed down slowly “who is
that?” pointing at Rylee’ lock screen, she pressed her home button again “my
youngest brother, Kyrie. I miss him” Rylee placed her phone in her bag and then
sat back in the chair, she crossed her right leg over her left “he looks like
trouble” he really does “he is, he drives me up the wall when I am home” she
must have a big family “can we get through?” some guy said, turning my head
seeing this young white guy. His face changed seeing who I am “sure” moving my
legs in, I guess it is just my luck that there is a group of them. I want to
move now, rolling my eyes as they walked by “damn” the black guy lost his
balance and was about to fall but placed his hand on Rylee’ knee, pushing the
guys hand away “watch it!” I stood up “sorry, I didn’t mean it” the fuck he
doing touching “you should have fell! Why you touching her for!?” I spat “Chris
it’s ok, he didn’t do it on purpose” the group of guys just stared at me “sit
down please” Rylee said, I want to punch his face. Sitting in down in a huff
“it’s fine, don’t get worked up over it. He was sorry” Rylee is saying that but
it don’t make it right “take your snapback off, we are inside” Rylee reached
over and pulled it off my head, I am just going to stay quiet until I cool off.
I have been so quiet, I only asked where she would like to
go to eat. Looking down at the menu “you been really quiet with me” Rylee
spoke, looking up from the menu “it’s not you, I just got annoyed. Sorry, I
don’t want to scare you away either. I just feel like I messed it up” placing
the menu down “don’t feel like that, I understand why. I did get annoyed but then
you ended up saying something. Nothing is ruined, only if you are going to be
grumpy then yeah. The guy was staring at me that is why he fell” I knew he was
“asshole, he touched you though. Ok I am over it, let’s move on” I need to not
think about it “what burger you want? Remember I am paying so you can go all
out” Rylee stuck her tongue out “ayeee!!” this girl is so perfect.
Pointing at Rylee’ plate “what is that? It looks nice and
hold up, are you taking pictures for Instagram?” Rylee quickly stopped taking a
picture “come on, let me follow you. Let me see your pictures at least?” Rylee
sighed out “but people will speculate, do you want that? You know what, I will
send you a picture if that makes you feel better” reaching over and taking a
cheesy fry “wow, rude. You got yours!” placing the fries in my mouth “but they
not cheesy, I should have got them. My bad” wiping my hand against my jeans
“how you feeling about today? Is everything good with how it is?” I asked “yeah
of course, it’s sweet. It’s been calm for the most part” least she is ok with
everything “I enjoy your company” I openly admitted “same Chris, we seem to be
stupid. Well keep doing on stupid things. I may not seem it but I am dying
inside” she hides it well.
Chris’ car is amazing, I have honestly never had such an experience
in a car like this. Reaching down at the side of me, picking up Chris’ bomber
jacket “this smells so nice” he switched his car engine off “you can keep it if
you like” he is crazy “I can only imagine how expensive this is, do not think
so” placing his jacket in his lap “are you sure?” pulling his car door up “more
than sure, I already feel like I am doing too much and punching above my weight”
I really hate getting out of this car though, hearing a wolf whistle as I got
out “sorry” he said again, he has been doing this so many times “whatever”
closing the door, turning around and seeing Chris’ home “this is a beautiful
home Chris, wow” and so many cars “welcome to my home” this is a nice place.
This house is so silent, I am surprised it is because every
time he calls me there is always boys in the background “let me show you around”
Chris threw his jacket to the side “would you like to see my home?” Chris
turned around “yeah sure” he stopped walking and walked towards me “let me put
your clutch away? I’ll put it there” he placed his hand on my clutch “thank you”
I said as he took it from me “it’s cool, come. I am excited to show a female my
home, in a normal way instead of other things” he looks real excited, it is so
cute. Watching him fiddle with the baby gate “I hate this shit” he spat and
then it finally unlocked “ok, we all good to go. Come” he jogged up the steps
ahead of me, slowly making my way up.
Chris turned around lifting his arms up “this is my bedroom”
he spat, I am very impressed “this is a very nice bedroom Christopher, I am
shocked. It’s clean, did you clean it prior? I bet you did” stepping inside “kind
of, I just picked up my things. But I rarely sleep in this thing, come. See my
walk in closet, I have more clothes downstairs but this is where I keep my
jewellery” he waved me over, Chris is literally giving me a tour. He seems to
be so happy do this, I find it cute because it’s like he has never done this
before. My eyes widened looking around the closet “wow, this is like a jewellery
store. I love that chain, Black Pyramid one” touching the chain “thank you, I
can get you one” moving my hand back “no, I don’t think so. I love your things”
watching him open the cabinet and pick the chain off “try it on” I was about to
say no but he placed it over my head already “it’s heavy, Jesus. How do you
deal?” he cheesed at me “suits you, maybe one day” lifting my hair up “take it
from me before I take it home” turning around “I got you, we are destined you
know” he said randomly “how?” furrowing my eyebrows “tattoos, the stars”
smiling wide at his cuteness.
Walking behind Chris to go back downstairs “what is this
room?” pointing at the door half open, it’s all pink. He stopped walking and
turned back around “my daughter’ room, nobody sees this room unless they family.
I’ll show you” he pushed the door open walking inside “she got everything princess
themed, her toys are out. I need to clean that, her bed also. But yeah, this
her room and play room. I got her a walk in closet but she don’t have many
clothes in there” he pointed “why?” I questioned “I barely see her but that is
about to change, went to court and getting more rights for her. It’s different
being a father” he leaned down picking up a doll “it is, you’re a good father
from what I see” Chris looked up at me smiling “thank you” this is such a
different Chris Brown.
“Are you sure that you just want water?” Chris jumped over
his couch with a bottle in hand “more than sure, all that walking in these
heels has made me thirsty” taking the bottle from him “take the heels off” he
pointed as he sat down “once they off I will not put them back on, thank you
though and thank you for today. It was nice, it was nice to have some fun and
not go to the club to have fun. Thank you” I honestly loved today, it was relaxing
“my pleasure, thank you for being a good date” he sat back on the couch “you
know what I mean” he has said date so many times today, opening the bottle of
The silence is so thick in this room, I don’t know what it
is but I am feeling it from him. He is staring so hard at me too, I feel
nervous now “I want to know more about you Rylee. Tell me about yourself” shuffling
myself back on the couch “what would you like to know?” he needs to be more
specific “I’ll ask questions and you answer?” he said, nodding my head “sure”
this will be an interview “I know you’re from New Jersey, how many siblings do
you have? What made you come here and why are you single?” I knew that would
come up “I have three brothers, two older and one younger. My eldest brother
Blake is my half-brother but he practically grew up with us, he is coming out
of prison soon, well any day now. I came here because I wanted a change, USC
medical centre is awesome. I was shocked I got accepted” Chris’ eyes widened “prison?
What for?” I shrugged “only god knows what they get up too, you probably know
more than me. Something about Inglewood, I don’t know” Chris let out an oh “how
come you single? Any guy would want you” laughing a little “they think I am
stuck up Chris, I rarely date” waving my hand “I guess you not had any good
relationships?” shaking my head “not really, I realised the hard way when I
found out I am just a girl they all just want to fuck but not take home to
mommy, you know stuff like that. I am not bitter but I am just not with the
shits” this is why I won’t get deep with Chris, or even let anything sexual
Chris cleared his throat “you’re so nice though, you have
such a kind nature” he said, I cooed out “but they are the ones that are
usually losing, I was a total bitch in school but then I just grew up. I wanted
to help others, I am doing this because of that. My mom is the same she helps
others all the time, she used to be a midwife” I wish I accepted that glass of
wine now “that is sweet, you remind me of my mom. She is sweet as hell, but
then they see me, they are like how did you give birth to that. You are just
like her though” my smile grew “I will take that as a compliment but is it my
turn now?” I want to ask things “yeah sure, ask away” Chris leaned forward on
the couch “tell me more about Christopher Brown, the one from Texas” his eyes
widened laughing “oh wow, that guy from there. So it was just me and my
cousins, that’s it. I was always like this, outspoken, hyper. Just always doing
something, I never sleep and also when I have a plan I always need it to
happen. I have never been in love, I have never witnessed it either erm, and.
Also I have never had a real relationship but I don’t think it was ever true, meaning
it was just was for convenience. They needed a come up and I would help that” that
is horrible “have you ever been in love?” shaking my head “well, I really liked
this guy. But I was young and stupid” I shrugged “oh yeah I wanted to ask, what
is your favourite all time Chris Brown song?” letting out a laugh.
I paused thinking “my all-time favourite I would say, it has
to be Take You Down” Chris gasped “you a freak, I see! I got you, I will sing that
to you onetime” I giggled out “I knew it was a trap, I should have said With
You now. But I have to say Take You Down, it is like my most played song” I
love the song and now I want to listen to it “freak!” Chris said again “what
did you assume about me though? Has it changed now?” rubbing my hands together “player,
get girls when he wants too. Party, Pussy and weed. But I see this and it has
changed, I mean this side of you is nice. I can see not many people see this
side to you” Chris nodded his head “I don’t think people deserve too, I am
going to be real with you Rylee. I want more” swallowing hard “can we just like
to know each other more, things can’t happen overnight” I don’t know why he
wants me “I got you but don’t be blowing me off for Daniel” I sighed out “he is
just friend” reassuring Chris.
Walking behind Chris outside “this is my graffiti I do
outside” he pointed out, looking at the wall full of weird creatures. Tilting
my head to the side “why do you draw monsters all the time? Looking at this, it
seems really dark or am I just looking at it all wrong? Inside the home there
was paintings but it was light hearted” Chris stuffed his hands in his jean
pockets “because that is how everyone sees me” he blurted out, my eyebrows
knitted together “everyone? Not everyone sees that, surely. So this is how you
express yourself?” I pointed, he nodded “so you do feel that” I mumbled, I
paused staring “you’re not a monster Chris, you show what you want people to
see. I can admit that first hand, I thought you was an asshole and maybe still
is. I don’t know but you’re nice to me” I feel sad that he feels that way about
himself “thank you, I have never done this before. The girls that I have here
don’t really get me like this, they be fucking with the homies too. I just be
out here doing this, I like having people around but yeah, as you can see. This
is new to me” I believe him now, I believe everything he is telling me.
Hoya doesn’t seem to be the type of guy who is too keen on physical contact So it would rather be average & casual but none existent if it’s in public
Hoya is a gentleman so he would hold your hands in crowded places
But never infront of the members because damn he will get teased so much and you won’t be an exception , thus make sure to keep your hands to yourselves around the boys . Can you hear Nam grease cheers ? So can I
Protecting Hoya from Woohyun
Howon is such an awkward turtle at times so you may want to take the lead
Hoya is a gentleman for sure but ThE SaSs Is ReAl
Puns and lame jokes 22/24
Samsung or Iphone ?
And you will like just stare at him
Having the privilege to look at those collarbones when you go to the gym
Most at the practice room Sitting and watching him dance
Asking you to join him
Teaching you some steps
Him looking so cool
You staring at the hotness and talent infront of you
Him asking you multiple times if you know how to do that move yet
And you’re like ç_ç Because damn Lee Howon is it even legal to dance that way
Smug Hoya appears
Han river date + snacks
Ending up using the hotdog bar as a mic ,Cue to an emotional /intense duet
Running in embarrassment
Laughing for a good 10 minutes
Trips to Busan
Showing you every place he used to frequent
His a low key romanticist
Road trips at 2am to the beach then suddenly, he will go and dip himself in the water like ???
Movie date Amusement park dates
Dragging you into a horror house just to make fun of you tbh he is a lil piece of shit
Never let you live it down
Jamming to Usher and Bruno mars
Snuggles + movie+food
Playing Wii sport
Tinkiwinki aka Boradori
How I am when I’m in love?” “Hoya: I’m passionate. I’m a man like fire”
Will CRINGE so hard if you give him a nickname
But then he’ll try some cheesy line on you & tease you about it
“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”
If you ask him how you look or his opinion about something he’ll be so bluntly honest
- Ok but does it really look terrible ?
-It’s hideous , did you wear your clothes in a dark room ?
sometimes you’ll just want to smack him but he’s such a dork
Having to drag his cute butt of the practice room
Trying to make him understand that yes practice makes perfect but for god’s sake his health comes first
Telling him that it’s ok to mess up at times & that he shouldn’t beat himself over it
Third wheeling when INFINITE H gets together
Writing a fire of rap & when you ask him if it’s about you he’ll be like it’s about mom & you’ll be like SURE
Lowkey jealous when you ignore him for an other member
Having at least one couple item in purple.
But nothing extravagant , none of you want to be chewed up by the members .
Corrin had walked past this house four times already. Each time he approached it, he told himself he was going to go in. But every time the moment came to step up to the door and ring the bell, he chickened out and continued walking down the street.
He wasn’t stalking, or at least that’s what he told himself. He had bumped into the most beautiful woman he had ever met at the market the day prior. She had beautiful, long, blue hair that swayed majestically in ways that defied physics. Her eyes were an amazing shade of gold that Corrin had never seen before.
He had accidentally bumped into her, and after exchanging apologies, Corrin asked the woman what she was doing. Rather and shopping she had been putting up posters for singing lessons she had recently started to teach.
Pairing: Midorima/Akashi Warnings: Major character death, angst Word count: 2889
The world was an eerie place for what it lacked.
Nijimura’s case was the first to make him realize it, and Midorima witnessed and experienced the fall of the Generation of
Miracles; victims of time. It’s sad, really.
From the beginning, he was well aware of change, of inevitability, of fate.
He sauntered over what was left of his high school years,
little by little, and dismembered them. The years within Shuutoku’s
clutch had been short, too quick for his liking, but in the times he allowed himself to breathe, he contemplated his own role in this recurring tragedy. The Miracles’ roles. How their stories would gradually unravel – and
perish. A basketball would be left in its wake, polite and immobile; a reminder of how quick a fire spreads. Midorima would be lying, however, if he said it wasn’t disconcerting to prod the wounds Teikou inflicted.
‘Man proposes, God disposes.’
As it suggested, he believed in hard work and dedication and the possibility of altering an inevitable outcome. He obtained lucky items every day, taped his fingers, prayed, studied,
all to the best of his ability. It hurt him to think that this would be
in vain. That he’ll probably die trying. Once he found comfort in remembering fictional stories, courtesy of his childhood nurturing, of a world where man
could reach the stars.
Even with the sharp precision of a scalpel and surgical
scissors of an aspiring doctor, he’ll never be able to dissect such a lifetime.
Akashi asked him for scissors once, and Midorima wondered if man fell like Akashi, too.