Pinxiedust here, showing you one of my most important airbrush techniques! In GIF form! This is an extremely rough sketch made -just- for this demonstration.
Working fast is perfect for when you have an idea but not enough stamina to sit down for a 6-hour art session. Every color was worked on the same layer – lines are set to “shade”, and the sparkles and eyes are luminosity. By coloring everything else on one layer, your blending potential is greatly increased! You’ll get some very pretty effects if you do it this way, and it really doesn’t take that much effort at all!
An EXTREMELY rough sketch of Underdecay sans (honestly i was going to fix it up a bit but i really don’t have time) this was done while being bored in science class. I have a really nice seat in the corner where no one can see what I’m doing c:
Warnings: mentions of prostitution, self hatred, rushed writing, and for some reason Alex makes ALOT of tea in this one….
Summary: Y/n is a well know thief, but Washington wants her to be spruced up quietly.
Bam: heyyy! Okay, so Alex isn’t married already in this one. I’m sorry if this is bad, school had been stressful and I’m super behind on work. I have another idea that I’ll probably start writing over the weekend. Remember, love always.
Y/n. That’s who you had been since you were 12. Your last name had long since been abandoned and forgotten, no identity other than Y/n.
Thiefs were usually characterized by their secrecy, or being male for that matter, but you were neither of those. You weren’t secret about your identity whatsoever, and that was biting you in the butt. Fresh out of the war, the colonies were high on guard staff. Wanted posters of extremely rough sketches of you hung all around town and the market place. Even stepping out of your forest hiding place was risqué. But, you needed food, so back to stealing it was.
You were weaving in and out of people and stands, with soldiers hot on your heels. There were gasps from the crowd around you, and a few choice men even grabbed at you. You managed to dodge their attempts, but the soldiers were getting closer. In a final escape attempt, you weaved into an alley between the shops. You could no longer hear the thump of feet behind you, so for just a moment, you let your guard down. Terrible mistake. A hand clapped against your mouth and an arm made its way around your torso. You screamed, but it was muffled to much.
“Shhhh! Do you want to get caught?” The voice of a man emerged right next to your ear. You stopped struggling, and slowly he lowered his hand.
“Let go of me!” You scream-whispered. He chuckled just a little.
“No! You’ll just get caught. Y/n, they’ll kill you.” He turned you around, and you were met with a scrappy man with a goatee and stray hair cascading all around his ponytail.
“And what do you plan doing with me?” He was still holding your wrists.
“You’re coming home with me.”
“You’re crazy. One, I don’t know you. Two, I’m a wanted criminal,” you said. He just lightly chuckled.
“One, I don’t care. Two, I’m doing this as a favor for a friend.” He stared deeply into your eyes, like he was looking for something.
“Who is this friend?” The man started leading you through the alleys until you arrived at a pale green house.
“None of your concern. This friend said if I got you to stop stealing and cleaned up your act you would be let off. So I took the job.” He led you inside the house and started drawing a bath.
“I don’t even know your name and I’ll be living with you?!” You finally tugged your wrist away.
“My name is Alexander Hamilton.”
No. Way. Your eyes went wide as you stumbled backwards, falling in the process.
“You’re the Secretary of Treasury. You have ties with Washington. This was all a joke. I’m going to get sent across seas!” You buried your hands in your scalp and begged for tears to not spill out of your eyes.
Gently, Alexander sat next to you and waited for you to calm down. When you looked back up at him, he held patience on his face.
“Washington already knows what I’m doing. In fact, he’s the one who suggested it.”
As you bathed, everything began to click. Of course the president wanted you captured and subdued. Who else could it be? Whatever. Anything was better than stealing from people to live.
“Y/n? I have a dress for you. I’ll leave it outside. I’m going downstairs,” a voice said through the door. You quickly dried off and cautiously peeked outside and snatched the box. Inside was a lavender dress with simple designs. It had none of the unnecessary ruffles that ladies usually wore, but it was a HUGE upgrade from the rags that you were wearing.
You made your way downstairs and found Alex preparing tea in the kitchen. He was ultra-focused on pouring the correct amount into each of the tea cups, and he stuck his tongue out in concentration. It was kind of cute…..
“Alright! Oh, hey Y/n……. that dress looked really nice on you.” Alexander had a slight blush on his face, and you were sure you did
“Oh, thanks. I like the color. I can’t remember the last time I had a new dress on,” you sighed and sat down across from him. Alexander set the cup of tea in front of you.
“So, what tempted you to take the job for my capture?” You sipped at your tea and stared intently at him.
“Oh. Well, when I was young I lived in the Caribbean. It was a terrible place full of crime and murder, and I’m sad to say that I sometimes turned to pickpocketing as well. Whatever to keep myself alive really. So when I heard your story, me and Washington devised this. Also, all the wanted posters should be down by tomorrow. I do hope you enjoy staying here.” He sheepishly smiled.
“Anything is better than the brothel, really.” You ran a hand through your damp hair.
“The brothel? As in you were a……”
“Prostitute? In a way, yes. I mostly managed the other girls after the costumers were… done with them. But, if someone was willing to pay a higher price for me, I would do it. I’m not proud of it, but there were extremely young ladies, sometimes as young as 12 living there, Alex. I had to support them somehow!” You smiled bitterly and looked back up at him to see the sorrow on his face.
“It seems as if we have a long road ahead of us, then. Get some sleep, we have shopping to do tomorrow. You can’t go with only one dress. Come, I’ll lead you to a spare bedroom.” He got up and took your hand, but you didn’t protest. He climbed the stairs and stopped at the room right next to his. He opened the door and bid you goodnight, and you collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
No one will ever love you.
No one cares.
They want you dead.
The only thing she can’t steal is a man’s heart.
Comments people had said to you since you were young swirled through your mind. The fact that someone wanted you to be spruced up only weighed down on you further. The only reason the president did this was because he didn’t want to kill you. He didn’t care. Alexander didn’t care. Your own mother didn’t even care.
You woke up in a cold sweat, tears running down your face. You blindly stumbled out of the bedroom and to the next door over, not even bothering to knock. Alexander sat at his desk, scratching the pen against the paper. That was, until you came. He stopped writing. You collapsed on the floor and let the sobs tear through your throat. Quickly, you felt Alexander’s arms wrap around you.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m right here. Tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered gently. His fingers were combing through your hair, and he swayed you back and forth.
“I’m a waste of space. Everyone has told me that my entire life. People just want to get rid of me. The only reason I’m not dead right now is because Washington didn’t want blood on his hands.” Your voice was barely a whisper, and your breathing was shallow and shaky. Alex clearly wasn’t the best at comforting, so he just hummed and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. When your breathing steadied and the shaking stopped, he stood both of you up and lied you down on the bed.
“A-Alex, I can’t sleep here, it improper….“you stuttered out. All he did was chuckle and kiss your forehead before tucking both of you away.
The next day, Alexander didn’t mention your “episode.” He just treated you like he did the previous day. He took you shopping, brought you back home, fed you, basically all the same. Except, instead of escorting you to the guest room that night, he led you to his own room. You didn’t say anything, because you were eternally grateful to him for everything he had done so far. He let you lay down and sat at his desk to begin writing, and you didn’t wake up until late into the night when you finally felt the bed sink beside you. It continued like this for roughly a month until one fateful morning.
“I have a meeting in an hour, Y/n. I’ll probably be gone until dinner. It’s hard to talk with Jefferson, let alone negotiate.” He presented a cup of tea before you, and you took it.
“When will I get to attend one of your cabinet meetings? I must meet this legend that is Thomas Jefferson.” You giggled at his fake annoyance.
“Please Y/n. Just the sight of him could give you nightmares.” He rubbed his temples and took a long drag from his tea.
“Speaking of nightmares, they stopped.” Alex perked up at this and his gaze implored you to continue.
“Yeah. I can’t remember the last time I went three days without having a nightmare. They stopped a few day after….” you dropped if at the end. You truly didn’t know how to finish that sentence.
“Since we started sharing a bed? Yeah, I figured. It’s something my mother used to do for me, so I figured it would help.” Alex smiled and looked into his cup, in almost a trance of nostalgia.
“Well, since they stopped, I can stop sleeping in your bed if you want…” you prepared yourself mentally to sleep alone again.
“N-no!” Your head snapped up to Alex in shock,“ I mean, I really…. enjoy it? I don’t know. It’s comforting and I’ve been getting more sleep, and it gives me this warm, fuzzy feeling when I’m near you, so, you don’t have to if that’s okay with you.” He looked away from you, extremely red in the face.
“Alexander I didn’t-” he abruptly got up from his seat.
“I have to go to my meeting. I’ll see you later.” His voice was coated with an unnatural coldness. He left without another word.
Waiting for Alexander to get home was absolutely hell. On the bright side, you hade made up your mind that you do feel the same way about him. The problem was, you had no idea how to tell him.
Alex didn’t come home until the sun was almost set. The last light of the day disappeared behind a tree just as he stepped in. His face looked conflicted, and he didn’t seem to notice you coming down the stairs. You and Alexander always seemed to have meaningful conversations in the kitchen.
“Alexander,” you gently called from the doorway.
“Yes Y/n?” He didn’t turn to face you. That hurt.
“About what you said earlier-”
“Forget what I said earlier.” He cut you off.
“W-what?” You took a step back as he turned around. He stared at you with regret.
“I shouldn’t have told you that. This was supposed to be professional. I doesn’t matter what I feel. I told you that on impulse, so it would be best if we forget it.” He ran a shaky hand through his hair.
You were very sure the desperate action you were about to take was improper, especially to commit toward a man you were living with, but this whole situation was already improper anyway, so why not? Before you gave him time to react, you briskly walked over to him, grabbed his face, and slammed your lips against his. He stood there for a split second before grabbing your waist and pulling your body flush with his. He pulled away, breathing heavy.
“You should probably let me talk before you make assumptions about how I feel next time.” He chuckled and shook his head in embarrassment.
“Of course. Now let’s go to bed.”
Alex led you upstairs like he had many times before, but instead of sitting down and writing, he lied down right beside you and wrapped his arms around you. For the first time, you weren’t afraid.
A (extremely) rough sketch for a bloodborne painting that is to come eventually. After seeing a few Micorom themed stuff on here, it got me thinking of ideas to do a painting. This was the result of my pondering and brainstorming. Angst /tragic depiction of Rom ascending into a great one while Micolash, in despair and jealously drowns deeper into madness leading into the nightmare of mensis. Also massively inspired by @bellringerkat ’s designs for mico and Rom because her designs of them are perfect hahaha 💙
It’s still cheribel month in our hearts! A promise is what bound this family together, and a promise is what will link Asbel and Cheria together, as they embark on this brand new journey of love - which will be equally as scary as it will be wonderful.
I sketched this project almost two years ago but quickly lost motivation. I started it again two weeks ago - what a few years can do for your skills! This is directly based off the amazing pengiechan’s fanfic, okaerinasai.
DUDE HAIKYRUU TALK SOUL EATER!AUs TO ME -SNAZZY SAXOPHONE SOLO-
PREPARE FOR AN INTENSE AU SESSION becAUSE I’M GOING ALL OUT
I DON’T EVEN NEED TO DRAW KAGEHINA BECAUSE LIKE it’S CANON THAT THERE IS A HINATA CANNON???
I KID YOU NOT:
BUT??, I feel like Kageyama is one of the only ones that can actually carry him with ease (because of his incredible soul wavelength? Idk there’s a “King of the Court” back-story in there somewhere)
Hinata’s weapon form is SUPER DUPER HEAVY to everyone else lmao:
ALSO EXTREMELY ROUGH SKETCHES OF KARASUNO MEISTER-WEAPON PAIRS(??)
(They’re not confirmed lmao I just pulled these out of nowhere so to everybody: feel free to ask/message me about headcanons!! :’DD)
Sawamura Sensei and Sugawara Sensei need to teach their students a lesson???
Nishnoya’s little tuff of hair is prominent even in his weapon form!!
TRIED TO DRAW A COOL POSE WITH TANAKA BECAUSE BRUH BUT NAH NOT TODAY
ALSO I GOT LAZY SO:
??? I HAVE TWO SCENARIOS WITH MEISTER YAMAGUCHI AND I don’t know whICH TO PICK
Yachi: “oOH OH I’M HANDLING a scythe AN ACTUAL SCYTHE? IS THE REAL LIFE??”
Mysterious Weapon Ukai!! AKA I don’t actually know at this point -Jazz hands-
As for Oikawa and Iwaizumi, I feel like Oikawa is the Professor Stein in this AU and Iwaizumi’s his death scythe??
ExcEPT OIKAWA’S NOT A GENIUS
BUT THAT MAKES HIM EVEN SCARIER becAUSE HE GOT TO WHERE HE IS BY HIS OWN MEANS??? (That makes him a good teacher as well I think!! I have a lot of Oikawa feels lmao sorry)
HMM I KNOW THERE ARE BAD GUYS IN SOUL EATER BUT I ADORE EVERYONE IN HAIKYUU!! WOW DECISIONS
OKAY SO I think Kenma would a meister with Kuroo as his handy DS that shoots out laser beams???
NAH JUST KIDDING
“We are the body’s blood — flow smoothly and circulate oxygen so the brain functions normally”
hOW COULD I PASS UP THE CHANCE AT BLACK BLOOD CHILD KENMA??? And the fact that Kuroo’s kanji name can be translated into “black tail” wOW
ALSO I THINK BOKUTO WOULD BE A SUPER FAMOUS RAD MEISTER WITH THE EQUALLY SUPER FAMOUS RAD AKAASHI AS HIS KATANA??? Idk man Akaashi reminds me of Tsubaki so maybe he turns into multiple ninja weapons as well??
Not even done drawing this yet (I still have to add Henry in on Emma’s right and draw some sort of background) but I started coloring this extremely rough sketch I did a while back. I am totally obsessed with the idea of Killian and Emma eventually having kids which is probably why this happened. I’m thinking I might actually finish this which is rare for me because I hardly ever finish drawings/paintings. We’ll see I suppose…