when you have a deep nd meaningful conversation with yourself n you end up sobbing in bed at midnight

There’s this kid in my class named Alexander, but everyone calls him Xandre. So the other day it just dawned on me that I could use his name in any context to fit my Shadowhunters obsession needs and he’d never know.

Therefor, in chemistry, he helped me solve a density problem and I told him, “Thank you Alexander. You continue to surprise me.” And his response, I shit you not, was, “Good ways I hope.”

We both stared at eat other for what felt like ages, I was in complete shock while he was laughing his ass off. Turns out the asshole googled the episode after seeing my reaction on Snapchat and memorized the lines that mentioned his name. 

I don’t know how to react.

anonymous asked:

What is the Hulu show about? The one mentioned just recently.

well it is VERY hard to explain and I’m about to go to bed b/c it’s almost 2 AM, but okay.  So.  Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency.  It’s like…

The whole show starts out with a violent murder scene, surrounded by a bunch of bizarre and unexplained phenomena.  Our MC witnesses some of those phenomena, and then shortly afterward meets Dirk Gently, certified not-exactly-psychic weirdo, who for reasons at this point unknown to basically anybody, is like HELP ME SOLVE A MURDER!  And throughout the episodes it starts to come out that not only was the murder just as bizarre as it looked, it was moreso.  The world has a certain amount of suspend-disbelief in-built bizarreity that actually reminded me weirdly of Pushing Daisies???  And the MC is played by Elijah Wood??

But actually just overall it’s got a really great cast, and it was pretty damn dark in places but also hilarious as well, and also genuinely heart-wrenching at multiple points?  There were great female characters, and great POC characters, and the plot was BIZARRE and full of weird parallels and bookends.  ((I’m in love with Farah Black and if you watch it I guarantee you will be too, oh my god.)) 

…………..also, and this was my very favorite part because it hit basically ALL my fav. tropes, one of the side-plots features a group of joyously rowdy punks with supernatural powers, who also turn out to be basically The Best.  They are so??? FULL OF JOY.  And anger!  Chaotic Neutral! (Chaotic Good?)  And they take a character who’s hurting and scared and they just, like.  Adopt her?  

I’m in love with the Rowdy 3 and the way they go from “LET’S SMASH THIS CAR WITH BASEBALL BATS, YOU WANNA GO?!?!” to “you don’t have to be scared anymore, now sit down and let me put neon green nail paint on you.”

But also Ken and Bart are bizarrely amazing?  And Dirk and Todd are really important to me, and Todd’s relationship with his sister Amanda, and the police officers, and Amanda just by herself as a lady with a chronic, invisible, debilitating disease!  And, oh, okay, the fact that throughout the WHOLE ENTIRE PLOT there’s just


literally nobody, no scheming villains with big plans, no all-knowing secretive oracle character, everybody has like two pieces of the puzzle, and it’s weridly hilarious/reassuring to see the entire cast going “WHY THE HELL IS THIS HAPPENING?!?!  WHO ARE YOU??  WHO IS THAT?!?!  DESTINY OR SOMETHING?!  WHY IS THERE A KITTEN?!  WHERE DID THAT SHARK COME FR

Watercolor Process

I felt like the last piece I worked on was pretty straightforward and used most of everything I’ve learned in terms of illustration, so I thought it’d be useful for myself and others to document its process in one place.

1- Thumbnails/Exploring

I try to understand the subject from a few different angles. These are generally pretty crude and riddled with errors but they’re to help me solve problems before I commit to a particular image. I’m not a magician and I don’t get things right the first time, but I find the more you work out a problem on paper the more definite that idea will become in your head.

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Movie nights.

Movie nights with Harry were always the same. He would come to your house or you would go to his and he would be all excited and happy that he would spend the night with you and with a good movie as well. He was the one who had a say in which movie you would watch and you were perfectly fine with that.

On the other hand, you would always choose what snacks would keep your tummies full during the movie. Pizzas, ice cream, popcorn and other fattening items were always the first options. This made Harry feel a bit odd, because he was used to eating healthy most of the time. But with you, this was not the case.

Of course, your movie spots would be ready some time ago in order not to waste any time when the movie would start. Your spot was the same every night; on the couch, with many cushions, especially when the movie was a horror one so that you had something to shelter your eyes when a horrifying scene came up on the screen. Blankets were also surrounding you two, to protect you from the cold of the winter when it was winter. Harry would always make a cheeky remark such as “Why do yeh need this blanket? I am here to make yeh warm” or  “Isn’t my body warm enough fo’ yeh pet?”. These comments would instantly plant a smile on your face.

During your movies, Harry was the watcher and you were the sleeper. Most of the time. You hated the fact that sleep was just around the corner for you because that meant that Harry would make fun of you at least for a week. For Harry though, you being the sleeper, was something he always took advantage of. It was the perfect time to admire you. How your eyes rested perfectly closed and how your long eyelashes decorated your upper cheeks so delicately. His next stop, was your lips. He would stare at them for a good amount of time, considering every single detail; from the colour of them to how they would taste on his.

One of his favourite things to observe while you were asleep, was how your chest rose and fell, with every breath you would take. He didn’t understand why he liked it so much to see you breathe while asleep but what he came near as a reason was that it relaxed him. Your steady inhales and exhales and how tranquil you looked, made him the exact same way. Like he had no problems. Like, even if he had some problems, he would be strong enough to solve them or at least learn. In other words, you were his source of strength and he loved you for that as well.

There were a few nights when Harry would fall asleep and you would continue watching the movie. But that hardly ever happened and you were used to your movie nights being like this. As you were reminiscing you felt that this time it would be different. Heck, you didn’t even know if there would be a movie night tonight. All thanks to an argument between you two.

Casually, you were waiting for Harry to arrive to your house for your movie night. It was 11:45 by now, and Harry was never late. Especially when it came to his best friend; you.

You were beyond worried so you rang Niall. You knew that Niall and Harry were the closest out of the other lads so you thought that maybe he knew where Harry was or what had happened in general.

“Ya? Who’s this?”, Niall’s voice spoke through the speaker.

“Hello, Niall. It’s me, Y/N. Sorry if I woke you up but do you have any idea where Harry is? His phone has probably shut down and I can’t reach him. I am so worried here”. Before he had the chance to reply, a really deep voice spoke in the background. You could recognize this voice any time.

“You know what Niall? Screw it. I am sitting here, all worried and he just decides to disappear. Let him be then. Enjoy your night guys and thanks for trying to help”. You were frustrated.

“Y/N, wait, it is not wha-“. Before Niall could explain you had hung up. You felt humiliated. Betrayed either. You thought that Harry would at least call to tell you that your movie night was cancelled or something. You would be pissed because you loved your movie nights, but you would appreciate the fact that he would be straightforward with you. But this? This was ridiculous.

While you were sitting down to relax a bit, frantic knocks were directed to your door.

“Y/N, Y/N open up. Please. I need to explain to yeh”. Yeah now he wanted to explain.

You opened the door, but you didn’t let him come into your apartment. His eyes scanned your face to understand what you were feeling, and the realisation hit him hard. His eyes also fell upon your spots, which were already prepared to welcome two bodies as they were always eager to.

“I don’t want to keep you back from your lads’ night. I have to thank you though! For notifying me and for not having me worried sick! Just the fact that you thought you had your best friend waiting and you decided to let her know you would be absent, is really appreciative!”. Sarcasm was dripping with every single word you spoke. Harry’s eyes soon fell to the ground.

“I know I should’ve called yeh and notify yeh but when I went to Niall’s house, it was still early and I was positive I would make it! But the conversation just kept going and I lost track of time while he helped me solve this problem I have! Yeh have to believe me Y/N!”. He was at the verge of yelling and crying out of desperation all at once.

“And I am sure I have no idea what that problem of yours is as well! Harry I thought we were best friends. I thought I was there for you to rely on and help you through your problems! That’s what we always did remember? What changed?”, you were trying to remain calm but it was very hard.

“Y/N yeh can’t understand! I couldn’t tell yeh wha’ my problem was just yet!”. The fact that he was getting angry, pissed you off even more! You had the right to be angry not him, right?

“And what problem is so important that you can’t share it with me Harry? I don’t understand you anymore!”. That was it. You were officially pissed.

“The fact that I am in love with yeh damn it! I needed a piece of advice on how to let yeh know! There! Now yeh know!”. Whoa. Where did all of this come from? You never imagined that Harry would have such feelings for you.

“Wha- what?”, your brain suddenly forgot how to function.

“Yeh know wha’? I know yeh don’t feel the same way. That’s why I didn’t want yeh to know. Because now things will be complicated and awkward between us!”. He said broken. Before you could protest or even call after him, he was already out of your door.

Now, here you were, waiting for Harry to come to your house for your famous movie night. Since the night he confessed his love to you, you called him but he never picked up. On the third day, he decided to be courageous and talk to you. The only thing you asked him was if he would come today for a movie night. Harry’s response came out bitterly because he lost hope but he said yes nevertheless. He wanted you to be part of his life even as a friend; no matter how much this killed him.

You, though, invited him to a movie night as a camouflage. You wanted to see him. Talk to him. This was the only way.

Just then, you heard his knocks on your door. Now or never.

“Hello Harry. Come inside”, you said casually and he thought for a moment how insensitive you were. But he regretted it as soon as this thought came. What really caught him off guard though was the fact that your spots were not prepared and there were not any snacks on the table.

“Y/N where are all our movie night stuff?”, he asked worried.

“You really thought I am that heartless? You confessed your love to me and I would just invite you for a movie night? I thought you knew me better than that”, you were slightly offended but you remembered why you told him to come to your house in the first place.

“No, yeh are right love. Yeh are not heartless and I am a fool for even considering it.”. Relief washed over you that he didn’t think of you as a heartless being.

“Then why did yeh call me for pet?”. As his nicknames for you made their reappearance, you knew that this was the perfect time.

“For this”. Before he could comprehend what was happening, your lips were on top of his and you felt yourself explode. How could you be so blind to your real feelings for Harry all this time? A kiss was the perfect way to find out obviously.

Harry felt incredible. Not only was he kissing you, the girl he loved for so long, but he knew you loved him too. He could feel it from the way your whole being was responding to him.

“I think now you know the solution to your problem”, you smiled sheepishly and he touched his forehead on yours before the next words left his lips.

“I know that yeh love me. And this is the solution to me every problem baby”, he said and then kissed you again, trying not to waste any more time.

Here it is! The one shot I have been preparing! This is the longest I have ever written and I would love to hear from you guys! I really hope you like it as much as I do! Remember that you can ask me anything you want, or even message me! Happy reading!

I Knew I Was Dead

Originally posted by rxbytuesday

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: Could you do an imagine with tommy Shelby I just started watching peaky blinders and I fell in love !! In the imagine could the reader be the leader of a rival gang and the peaky blinders are planning to take them out till tommy finds out the leader is a girl and falls for her because she is feisty and fights better than anyone he has ever seen ?

This was so much fun to write! Enjoy!

Boots echoed on the hardwood floors of the upstairs office that was situated in a warehouse on the wharf in the northern part of Birmingham. The footsteps circled Tommy, who was slumped in a chair, bag over his head. He groaned as he came to and pulled the canvas sack off of his head. His eyes rolled around in his skull a bit, but they finally settled.

“So you’re the infamous Thomas Shelby,” Y/N came into his view and sat at her desk. “I have to say, you’re not quite what I imagined,” She shrugged playfully. “But we all know looks can be deceiving,”

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a story even shippers weren’t really quite expecting

First Season:
Black, two sugar. BTW I’m manipulating you.

Second Season:
I don’t count? I don’t cOUNT? WHERE THE HECK DID U GET THAT IMPRESSION YOUNG LADY??!?! You do count. Now that we established that… would you mind help me fake my death? I need you.

Third Season:
Help me solve cases because I’m not good with thank yous. Also… you’re the one who matters the most. Chips?

Fourth Season:
fuck, okay, I love you. There. I said it. Wait.. oh shit. I love you.

I actually have a mind palace like Sherlocks

Sort of, the thing is I’m not super smart like Sherlock or anything so people don’t believe me when I say this. But if I close my eyes and concentrate I can sorta get this really realistic copy of the library I used to go to as a kid, and every bookshelf represents different parts of my life and I can just get a book and it’s a memory from that time. There’s also whiteboards which I use to help me solve problems or remember little details, this is usually how I do math.. Usually I can block out noice from outside to so it’s kinda hard to get contact with me without raising your voice or touching me, especially if I’m listening to music when I do this.
A lot of people have got the idea that I’m always tired cause I do this at school sometimes but honestly it’s just cause I’m thinking. Before I watched Sherlock I used to think everyone does this (but with different places ofc) but then in the show everyone was talking about how special that was I was just like “i do that too” nobody believed me but I’m not joking..

“We’re all here for the same reason: because we believe in this project.”

“I’m here because you got me fired an’ I have a goddamn mortgage,” Lucas corrected. He wasn’t smoking, but was chewing a stick of gum very aggressively. It made him look even angrier. Garth missed the cigarettes.

“Which means you have to believe in this project,” Garth continued, “because if you don’t you’ll be homeless.”

This pep talk had gone a little sideways. Alan still looked green. Lucas was trying to set the room on fire with his eyes.

“Right!” Garth clapped his hands together. “Good talk. Let’s get everything set back up, maybe when the ghosts get back they’ll be more polite this time.”

“If one of ‘em starts tryin’ to get my pants off again,” Lucas warned, “I’m shootin’ you.”

“You’ll shoot me?” Garth asked for confirmation, pressing his hand to his chest. “Why would you shoot me? What could that possibly accomplish?”

“Aside from shuttin’ you the hell up, maybe once you’re dead you can pull 'em offa me.”

“I don’t think that’s how ghosts work.”

“I think you know approximately fuck-all about how ghosts work, an’ I think I didn’t sign up to get sexually assaulted by a goddamn poltergeist.”

“I don’t think we’ve seen any evidence that this is a poltergeist.”

A strong wind blew open all the windows and doors. Lucas did not say he had told him so, but did glower and spit his gum onto the floor.

“So maybe it’s a little–” Garth was cut off by a sudden blinding light. “Susan! I told you we’re waiting on the lights.”

“That’s not me, sir,” Susan said.

“No, sorry, that was me,” someone said as the light faded, who was using Lucas’ voicebox but who was very clearly not Lucas. The accent was wrong, for one thing. For another, Lucas did not usually look that friendly.

And his eyes didn’t usually glow. That was a pretty big tell.

“Alan,” Garth hissed. “Please tell me you’re getting this.”

“You bet your ass,” Alan confirmed from behind the camera.

Not-Lucas was looking down at themself. “Wow, he looked hot before, but now that I’ve got eyes he looks really hot.” They lifted up Lucas’ shirt to look at his abs. Garth didn’t blame them; they were very impressive abs. “Holy crap. Does he have a butterface? I can’t tell because I’m using it.”

“No,” Garth assured them, “he’s pretty handsome. Sort of a rugged prettyboy thing going on.” Possibly he should not have admitted that with the camera rolling.

Lucas’ eyes stopped glowing, and he snarled as he shoved his shirt back down, tucked his hands under his armpits as he crossed his arms. “Do not tell her that,” he said through his teeth, “do not be havin’ a conversation with the spirit forcibly inhabitin’ my body.”

“So it’s a girl?” Garth asked, immediately latching on to that detail.

“I am,” she confirmed cheerfully, uncrossing Lucas’ arms. It was strange to see Lucas’ face with a smile on it, his posture open. A nice kind of strange. “I should introduce myself: my name is Jolene, like the song.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jolene,” Garth said, nudging Susan to make sure she was picking up audio.

“It is not,” Lucas snapped. “What did I say about havin’ a conversation? Stop talkin’ to her an’ get me a damn exorcism.”

“Goodness,” Jolene said, “he’s cranky, isn’t he?”

“I ain’t cranky,” Lucas said, “I’m possessed.”

“Lucas, I need you to calm down until we can find out what she wants,” Garth said.

“I don’t give a damn what she wants,” Lucas said.

“I want you to help me solve my murder and find some lost treasure,” Jolene said, undeterred.

Garth pressed his palms together in a prayer pose, turned his face skyward and put his hands beneath his chin. “Thank you, Santa,” he said toward the ceiling, “for blessing me this day.”

“I swear to God I am gonna shoot your ass.”

Soma's Secret Ingredient- A beginner/ Broom Closet friendly charm spell to bring courage, creativity and ingenuity.

Originally posted by sqidimus

Inspired By Soma’s overwhelming self confidence and creativity

*could get a little messy*

**this spell can be performed with as little as a bowl, something to charm and A little cinnamon**

To gather, if possible:

- a necklace, bracelet, piece of jewelry or easily transportable item you can charm

- a white piece of fabric big enough to tie around your charm and several stones - a white candle (ingenuity), red candle (courage), blue candle (creativity)

- a bowl - carnelian or garnet (courage), aventurine (creativity), tigers eye (ingenuity)


- light what candles you have and lay your white fabric open in the bowl.

- Place the object you are charming inside the bowl on the fabric, and set whatever stones you have next to the charm.

- sprinkle cinnamon over the charm and stones and repeat the following aloud or in your head: “Bring me courage, to help me face my fears. Bring me creativity, to help me be unique. Bring me ingenuity, to help me solve my problems. Bring me these things in return for the energy I give you now.”

- focus energy into the charm as you tie together the bundle. (Try to keep the cinnamon inside)

- if possible, let it sit in moonlight overnight.

- Blow out your candles or dust off your hands to close the spell.

Dawning in Dust: Part XIII

Finally, the next part is here! Big shout out to @lenny9987 for being a rockstar beta and helping me problem solve some goofy issues I have had with this chapter LOL. She deserves all the high fives.

Check out my Master List for previous installments

Claire awoke shortly after dawn to the sounds of wind and rain whipping at the shutters of her bedroom window. She lay in a stupor, too sleepy to get up but too rested to think about closing her eyes again. Surrounded by the warmth of the tartan quilt, she contemplated yesterday’s events. The surgery. Dougal. Dinner. Jamie. Warmth flared through her at the thought of him, stirring her to get up and get ready. ‘Tomorrow’ was today.

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Hey, who wants to help me solve a fashion mystery?

First of all, if you haven’t listened to the episode of How Did This Get Made? with Karen Kilgariff guest-starring, GO LISTEN TO IT NOW. After listening to it, I absolutely HAD to go and watch the movie in question, Hard Ticket to Hawaii. It’s every bit as spectacularly terrible as you’d think. BUT there’s one scene involving a spy in drag (actually drag queen Michael Anderson) where she’s wearing an absolutely FANTASTIC sweater dress, which you can see in the screen shot above. IF you want to see it in motion, the scene starts at 47:36 (CW: the scene involves gratuitous boobs and some terrible dialogue that was OBVIOUSLY written by a man. THAT’S NOT HOW BOOBS WORK). I’ve become slightly obsessed with the ukiyo-e print sweater and desperately want to make a version of my own.

The problem is, well, it’s a very specific sweater and while I can find plenty of big 80s sweater dress patterns, I can’t find one with an ukiyo-e print. So, I want to try to chart it myself and adapt it to a basic sweater dress pattern.

Is there anyone out there familiar with Japanese art history who can possibly point me in the direction of which piece of art might be featured on the sweater? Or at least possibly identify the type of person being portrayed there where I can start looking? I thiiiiiink the headwear indicates some kind of priesthood, but I’m not sure. Can anyone help me?

“Ahhh got it!” Sherlock jumped up from his chair and walked around the room tapping his fingers together.

“About time.” You laughed walking out of the kitchen. He gave you a funny look and turned around.

“He’s a scientist. How else would he have access to all those chemicals and, AND know how to use them? Ohhh I got you!  To think you almost had me fooled. Ooo, I have to tell John.” The world’s only consulting detective, grabbed his coat and made his way out the door.

“Sherlock—halt!” You yelled before walking over to him.

“Why are you leaving so quickly and with no goodbye?” You placed a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow whilst waiting for an answer.

“I’ve had a breakthrough; I need to go get John.” He responded as he bounced around, ready to run, in the spot in front of you.

“Mr. Holmes,” You flipped his collar up like he prefers it, “All I ask of you is; to give me a kiss every time you leave, so I can have you with me in some sort of way in case something were to happen to you.” You ran your hands down his coat then let them fall to your side.

“I’m sorry.” He bent down to reach your lips then gave you a smile when he pulled away.

“Thank you– now go, the world needs saving Sherlock.” He spun around on his heel and began down the stairs. “Oh and Mycroft wants you to call him!”

“Tell him I’m busy!” He yelled from the bottom of the stairs. You let out a laugh and headed straight to your phone. With Sherlock’s newest break through, you knew he wouldn’t be home until later. You and Mary had gotten very close, so surely a girls night was in plan.

“Sure, I’ll be right over! Ooo, do you have my favorite biscuits?”

“Always.“ You answered laughing.

"Give me ten minutes.” Hanging up you noticed how you were suddenly craving tea, so you put the kettle on. As the water heated you cleaned up then waited for Mary to show up.


“Hello!” You heard a voice call from the front room. Walking out of the one you were in, you were met by Mary’s smile.

“Come in, come in! Have a seat. Would you like a cuppa?” You took her coat and bag and placed them on the rack.

“Yes, please. It’s colder than usual today. And to think our men will be running around London in this weather.” She said laughing.

“Ohh, I’m sure they can handle it.” You replied also laughing. You went to get her some tea with biscuits and were humming while doing so. You were thrown off when you turned around and saw Mary giving you a big smile.

“What? Do I have something on me?” You asked.

“No.” She answered shaking her head with a smile.

“Then what is it?”

“You’re glowing.” She smiled.

“Oh, we’ll thank you.” You laughed.

“No Y/N, you’re glowing.” She stuck her head out and looked at you.

“I’m not pregnant.” You denied her accusations.

“Y/N, I know a mother when I see one.” Mary smiled at you while you thought about everything that has seemed out of ordinary.  

“Oh my god.” You sat down looking around the room. “How do I tell Sherlock?”

After Mary went home, you took a pregnancy test just to be sure and it was positive.

“This is for real.” You told yourself quietly.  Just a few minutes later Sherlock walked in so you went out to meet him.

“Hey.” You leaned on the door frame giving him a smile. “Did you solve the case?”

“Yes, as usual.” He smirked. He put his belongings down and looked at you again. Instantly he knew you were hiding something.

“Did something happen today?” He asked coming closer to you. You placed your hands on his face and gave him a kiss.

“Let’s sit down.” You followed right behind him and sat in the chair John would normally be in.

“So I’m just going to say it.”

“Mhmm.” His eyebrow lifted as curiosity set in.

“I’m pregnant…” You let out a deep breath. Sherlock didn’t move. He didn’t blink. For all you knew he wasn’t breathing. You sat there uncomfortable for the second time since meeting Sherlock. The first being when he told you your entire life story with just the way you smiled.

“Sherlock?” You put your head down to look in his eyes. “Are you alright? Do you want me to give you some space?”

“No.” He answered, shaking his head slowly.

“Ok, well I’m going to make some tea.” You got up and went to the kitchen. While you waited for the water, Sherlock came over and gave you a hug from behind.

“Oh– are you back, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?” You laughed turning around with his arms still around you.

“Think of all the cases he’ll be able to help me solve!” The detective looked around in thought, then to you.

“He’ll? You think it’s a boy?” You smirked.

“Well my mom did have two of them, it’s reasonable.”

“Oh lord, if he’s anything like you–”

“He’d be incredibly handsome, smart and love science.” Sherlock finished your sentence for you.

“Look out London.” You smiled giving out a slight laugh.

“There’s a new detective in town.” Sherlock grinned before bending down to kiss you.

all-name-is-taken  asked:

I really like how much energy you give back with body language. Even a simple standing pose looks so lively. May you share some tips and tricks? I would like to hear how you learned to use poses/body language this good, cause I really adore your style. Keep up the good work! ^^

Aaaah, well thank you so much ;w; Body language is honestly some of my favourite things to try and bring out in a comic page. And those are some really high compliments! >w< thank you!

A big part of it is to remember that no human being (or animal) (or monster lol) in real life ever “stands still”. A person always stands in a way that reflects their mood, a thought, and their physical condition at that moment, if it doesn’t reflect an action. In the newest page, Sans leans a little to see if the human is out of sight. So in my mind, I imagine he has to look past the trees to see properly, which is why he leans. And then to emphasise the pose, I have him on his toes just to push the pose that little bit extra.

In earlier pages, I think a lot about the character’s personality as well as what they’re currently doing or saying. Sans is very withdrawn, so a lot of his standing poses are quite similar. Sans keeps his cards very close to his chest regarding his real thoughts and feelings, and so his standing poses rarely reflect too much, instead relying on things in the environment to change up what he’s doing. Papyrus is the exact opposite. he is very animated and gestures a lot. And so by extension, his poses are very extreme and show exactly what he thinks and feels.

On top of this, I very often give characters something physical to do or play against, which often just gives me a pose to work with so I don’t need to think too hard. Like when Sans and Papyrus reach their home early in the comic, I have Sans take his shoes off as he’s talking to Papyrus. This gives me things to draw while they talk not only for Sans, but then also for Papyrus who picks up after him.

In the morning, I give Papyrus a cup of coffee because that’s something you’d have in the morning. (I also imagine he enjoys spending the morning on the balcony with his hot drink although I couldn’t show that in the comic) So when he starts talking to Sans, the situation kinda just writes itself with Papyrus suddenly having a cup of coffee in his hands me going “ok… so now how does he pose if he’s holding this?” and making it up from there. Every solution is also a problem, which then also becomes a solution etc etc.

Also as a whole, I pay a lot of attention to other people’s art and how they handle poses and emotions. I have a lot of folders on my mac just for poses. I have several folders for photos of models, but I tend to use them more to check my anatomy.

And then I have a folder for “poses” which consists more of other people’s rough studies, tutorials, sketches and free to use references. I tend to use this one this most, usually for things like hand-poses or if I’m stuck on a technicality and I’m not sure how to push it. The hand is the second more expressive part of the human body after the face. Some sometimes a hand pose can actually lead me to know which expression or pose to give a character!

Then of course I look at how other artists have drawn and poses the characters in question in their art. I look at how they handle their poses, expressions, interactions and reactions to the world around them. I take cues from these, but I don’t copy the poses or use them as “reference”. Because I am drawing the same characters, it feels too much like “copying” to essential redraw an exact pose. However, it can help when I’m stuck on something like “how does Sans’ face work when he’s angry??”

And then of course, I have a lot of professional model sheets and production art that also help me problem solve or try to figure out how to express a certain emotion or feeling.

Body language in art and animation is something I’m just naturally drawn to (no pun intended) And so when I watch anything animated, I pay a lot of attention just instinctively to how a character is standing, responding, or moving in a scene. That thing where people say “can’t you just turn off your brain and enjoy a dumb movie?” like… no…. I can’t… because I am ALWAYS using my brain. In many ways but one of which is the constant taking note of what a character is doing. Even if its just on a “oh that’s nice!” level. I still remember it. So that maybe years later I go “What was that one pose that one character did in that thing I saw 5 years ago? That would be a good pose for this scene!”

Originally posted by dezaki

I build up an internal reference library, and constantly take note of things I watch, read and see online. Usually no more than “I like this!” but that’s usually enough for me to remember it. Even if I never use the pose itself, it helps me better think of how characters react and interact with things. And then the more I see it, the easier it is for me to come up with ideas of my own.

(also. I have a deep unbridled love for actions and scenes in completely ordinary normal “boring” situations. Because those tend to be the hardest poses to pull off because they are things we do every day of our lives, subconciously without us thinking about them. So we recognise much faster when the pose is false, but when the pose is on point, it resonates with us a lot more. And normal posing is one of my personal favourite things)

This is also why something like Revolutionary Girl Utena is my favourite anime. because the shown with a limited budget, had to spend SO MUCH TIME on how they make a character stand or pose because they literally didn’t have enough money to make the characters move a lot. And posing is VITAL in utena, because the entire show has less to do with what people are saying out loud, and instead what they are DOING. Because the show operates on metaphors, visual cues, social cues, body language, and double meanings. For instance.

So in a show where no-one talks straight, everyone talks in double meanings, and you can’t trust what anyone says, body language becomes crucial in understanding people’s real motives, what is happening in a scene, and what is actually being said. It’s a great anime to exercise your observational skills. As well as your ability to interpret meaning from actions and body language, more than just speech and dialogue.

And then there’s the old fall backs. LIFE DRAWING. Which can never ever ever be stressed enough. Human observation. People watching. live action movies and taking note of acting (which is why I like movies from the 70s and 80s so much. The act had a more realistic tone to it, and the humanity shines through a lot better) as well as just simply, old fashioned practice.

Practice of EVERYTHING. Practice drawing. But also practice observing. Practice interpreting. practice analysing. practice remembering. Practice noticing. practice engaging when watching something instead of just passively watching. All these things take practice practice practice.

Originally posted by settei

Anyway. This is a very long reply and maybe a little off topic for this blog ^^; but I hope it could at least help you out and give you somewhere to start if nothing else.

  • Writer on Tumblr: oh yeah, I just did a lot of worldbuilding, and stuff came up that helped me solve problems in the end of the book!
  • Other writer on Tumblr: yeah, I just wrote my outline and filled it in and all was good!
  • Me, playing whack-a-mole with plot holes caused by balancing worldbuilding against creating dramatic tension: haha yeah it's great how that works