Hello Black Lime i saw this drawing you did and i really wanted to color it i really love your art i hope that one day i can get as good as you. Also i love how you draw Choromatsu he is my sencond favorite Matsu Jyushimatsu being the first i hope you like how i colored it.
This has been sitting in my inbox for so long, I’m sorry I hadn’t posted it until now, I’ve been trying to think of exactly what to say and how to go about it and I really didn’t want to word it poorly. Mostly I think I just want to say thank you so much for the kind words about my art! I don’t know that I am good enough to be set a goal, but I really appreciate it!! QoQ Second of all I love the colours you chose~! If my style were just a little closer to the shows this could easily be a screen shot! I can tell you chose the colours carefully, I’m impressed you could figure out my messy lines”” OTL
Hey so uh i have Mono and my father is threatening to throw me out and I have no where safe to live without housing with friends, not that i don’t want to
I find it unfair to burden them with my situation plus I HAVE MONOAlongside a lot of medical bills i have and knowingthat my family prob found out about me being trans and what not im kind of on the cusp
SO im doing a different type of commission where its can be full body or whatever but no color cause i am actually 2 sore to do much more than that unfortately. the price will be 20-25 dollars based on complexity and another character will be 10 dollars extra.email me at firstname.lastname@example.org for details
and email@example.com is my paypal if youwant to donate or send money for commission thankks agian <3
this isnt really a ‘bts’ submission and idkduwahdoah (my art is uglie sorry i made it in mspaint)
but your art is amazing and soft and i wanna hug it everyday !!
do you have drawing tips for
1. drawing the members (all mine look the same)
2. color palettes
3. drawing in general please help i must draw soft
OK so I’ll try to help you even if I am not that good!
1. I think the best way to draw the members (if its not a realistic style ofc) is to take physical characteristics and personality traits and to mix it. It can be really anything! Something that you like about their apprearance/personality.
An example: For Jungkook I wanted him to look really innocent but also really funny. And irl Jungkook has really big eyes and lil bunny teeth so I mixed it and thats how I created Jungkook’s chara design! (big ass eyes, later I added the galaxy, then I removed the nose etc). The more you draw them the more you will add/remove things!
2. If by color palette you mean skin tone/ hair color it’s up to you! It’s almost impossible to get the right skin tone so don’t worry about this too much it won’t be perfect. You can just look pics of the members and see who has a darkest skin, a more peachy skin etc… I prefer to not whitewash them. I think that currently the YNWA live is the best way to see their skin tone w/ whitewash! Tbh I change my color palette pretty often. For the hair I don’t really mind, I just pick a random color who looks similar!
3. I KNOOOOW that people hate this answer but PRACTICE IS KEY.
That’s the only thing that you can do, draw everyday or every two days but PRACTICE!!!
And I’ll show you. Since I have this blog I almost draw everyday. Look how much I improved in a few months
…Hello! So, I saw the beautiful fanart of @
bettiquarts, which is amazing and I wish I could link you to it but I dunno how :c I suck, but please check them out, bc she’s amazing????? Again, thank you for letting me write this based on your fanart!!!
Btw, I WAS going to make Lance wake up and be happy but like …..nah. Let’s wreck the whole situation, go big or go home I say.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesnt belong to me, nor the fanart this was based on (:
Lance starts softly, letting out a tired sigh as he rests his forehead against
the glass and suppress a shiver at the coolness it brings to him, “Now that I
think about it, my brother still owes me five bucks.”
snorts at the brunet’s complaint, rolling his eyes when Lance pouts at him,
“Lance, they’re just five bucks.”
the principle, Keith.” Lance replies as he leans away from the glass, away from
the breath taking view of space and its stars that surrounds them and turns to
look at Keith, his heart beating hard against his chest as he sees the bright
smile on his boyfriend’s face.
laughs as he shoves the black haired teen playfully. “Oh, hush, you.”
chuckles under his breath as he quickly catches Lance’s hand and holds it tight
against his own. Taking advantage of the brunet’s surprise, Keith smirks and
pulls at their intertwined hands until the back of Lance’s hand meet his lips
and Keith drops a kiss on it.
almost coo at the awe and dazed expression on Lance’s face at that.
such a sap.” Lance says after a few seconds in silence, shaking his head in
disbelief but smiling big and dopily at his boyfriend.
one who leaves a sappy post-its and an alien flower that resembles a rose once
a week on my bed.” Keith retorts smugly and Lance scoffs.
excuse me, but I’m a hopeless romantic, babe, it’s on my genes.”
“Is it on
your genes to be annoying too?” Keith teases and Lance flicks him on the
Lance murmurs but then smiles as Keith pulls him closer by their intertwined hands,
making him fall on his boyfriend’s chest comfortably. “Oh sure, fix everything
with a cradle, typical.”
secret weapon, babe. You can’t deny it works.” Lance hums, burying his head on
the crook of Keith’s neck as he snuggles closer to him.
Lance sighs, his lips twitching upwards as he turns slowly to meet Keith’s
eyes, his own eyes blinking tiredly, “Now that I think about it, I never said I
frowns when he sees Keith sob at his words and he wishes he could raise his
hand and break the glass that separates them if it means he could wipe Keith’s
okay.” Lance tries to comfort, his left eye that was swollen shot has gone numb
by now and he can’t feel the pain of his dislocated shoulder anymore, which he’s
pretty sure that’s a bad sign, but right now, all that he cares about is Keith.
hello gin!!! your newest update for 'price of a soul' is amazing! can i ask you to talk about all this symbolism in the comic (and also why do you love to hurt us so much with it)
THIS QUESTION MAKES ME SO HAPPY I’M SCREAMING THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST ANON (actually thank you everyone for your kind asks about TPOAS… THEY ARE THE FIRE IN MY VEINS THANK YOU)
I think the most important thing I wanted to work on this comic is how it is told from Tamashi’s eyes. That’s how I decided to build the characters through the story, for example, what Tamashi sees most is Allen’s face, honest, straightforward, kind, sweet, smiling, always open and welcoming:
Whereas he doesn’t see Kanda’s face, Kanda is always turned to him. And when he does, it’s from an low angle:
I had fun thinking it would be important that we, as Tamashi, know of Kanda what he does: Kanda is the father he doesn’t know anything of. Intimidating, scary, tall, unreachable, always with his back turned on him. (With his back turned to him, but I guess you wouldn’t offer your back to an enemy). I aim to, gradually, expose Kanda’s features as Tamashi grows confident, making him look more human and less of a jerk than what he does now (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
Also have you noticed how everyone bends forward to talk to Tamashi? Or squats down to be at his level? So Tamashi can stare directly at them. It’s a very simple gesture but it’s one that says I’m reducing my world to your perspective because you are as important, which Kanda never does.
The first time I read DGM i had to go through the Alma arc three times to made sure I fully understood Kanda (I keep thinking there are hints of his personality I keep missing, as I do with Allen… DGM is such an amazing artwork) so when I thought of him for this story I wanted to be very careful building the conceptualism around a character that has never forgiven himself and doesn’t want redemption. Can you imagine, you spend your life trying to fulfill a promise of love and then you find out -because you slipped once, only once, you are as human as the rest even if it might not seem so-, that you have a kid you never intended on having, even less with someone you’ll never love maybe not even remember, who kinda looks like Alma when they were kids, who is called Tamashi, who, surprise, is there to bite him in his ass. Tamashi is the perspective of a future Kanda never allowed himself to have and now he’s forced to deal with it (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ Good thing Allen is here to be the bridge between present Kanda and past Kanda, Allen you angel (//▽//)ゞ So, basically, what we see of Kanda is an unforgiving Kanda, intimidating, pretending to not mind when he so clearly does (in the last update with Tamashi sleeping outside of Kanda’s room he spends there looking at the boy how long? Five minutes? Ten? He didn’t awoke Tamashi either, just lets him be. He’s trying to make his way out of this without a fuss but OH YOU WON’T BE SO LUCKY KANDA The denial Is Strong).
Oh! Also I was very careful with colors and including some… … … … little details (୨୧ ❛ᴗ❛)✧
Both panels with the flowers are very important…! they are different types of flowers in different palettes… Allen’s one are somewhat fresh and rainy, so springy, whereas Kanda’s seem to be floating on an abandoned place… Pretty, but isolated (•̀௰•́ ) This is funny because oH WELL SPOILER I GUESS / CRASHES THROUGH THE WINDOW AND FLIES INTO THE SUN
Type: Fluff? Kinda Angsty at first. Gifs inserted throughout.
Word Count: 2719
Summary: Metamorphmagus Y/N loses her mother when she was working as an Auror. Since then, she has had avoided human interaction at all cost. Draco didn’t know anything about what she was, so when her hair change colors before his eyes when he was giving her a hard time, he’s in total shock.
A/N: Pt. 2 coming soon. Not sure how I feel about this one… pt 1 isn’t very interesting between them… but next part will be better I promise! lmk what you guys wanna read.
Warnings: Suicide ment./self hatred, swears, name calling, physical violence, self-harm, suicide attempts… just some really deep shit.
Your free period was always the worst “class” for you, it gave you time to think… to thrive… to hate. Yourself. Her. The person that did this to you. Anyone. Everyone. If you had a chance to hate you would, you had to let your emotions out somehow. Since the second you first heard the news last summer, your hair had been a deep Navy Blue, besides a moment of confusion and anger here and there, flashing other emotions but always returning back to blue. Most days you spent sat out by the Black Lake or in the room of requirements. No one bothered you there.
But since the last snowfall, you’d been spending your free period in the library, sat far in the corner… it was warmer there. Most days you were left alone. Other days someone would try to flirt with you, or just spark up a conversation, but you never allowed it to last long.
Now, you sat waiting for the other students to leave for Christmas break, sitting in your corner of the library, no other student to be seen. That is… until the door creaked open revealing “The Slytherin Prince” and his usual entourage, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise Zabini. The pale haired boy was talking loudly as he walked in. That is… until he saw you.
“Look what we have here,” He said walking towards you, even though he never intended for you to be here. “Little Miss Quarter Blood.” He scoffed as he stopped in front of your table. “Not even good enough to a half-blood yeah? Your filthy half-blood mother had to get knocked up by some muggle and made you. Fucking waste don’t you think Pansy?”
“Such a disgrace. You shouldn’t even be a witch, you filthy whore.” Pansy spoke nastily. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t say anything. You just looked at them tiredly, wanting them to leave you in peace.
“You need to leave Y/N. Get out. I need to have a private conversation.” He practically spat his words at you. You looked at him, and in a complete monotone, you spoke;
“Why don’t you just go to the room of requirements like you have been every other night?” He was frozen in place, “I’m quite sure no one will be there.” You looked back down at your book. You heard him chuckle, then you felt your hair being pulled, and your shoulders slammed up against the wall.
“What would you know about that?” His eyes were narrowed down to slits, glaring at you intensely.
“Enough that you should just leave me alone before you give me a good reason to tell anyone what you’re doing in there.” You spoke in the same monotone. His grip tightened and he leaned closer to you.
“You don’t know anything.” He hissed into your ear. His friends looked entertained behind him. You only had to say one word;
“Vanishing Cabinet.” You whispered in his ear, making sure no one could hear you but him. He slammed your head back against the stone so hard you felt the heat of blood flowing down your scalp. He began to speak;
“If you tell anyone so help me Merlin I will-”
“Kill me? It won’t work I’ve already tried.” Your voice did not shake. His facial expression fell.
“You’re your mothers’ daughter all right. Too bad you don’t have parents to go home to this week. A filthy family you had. Father died straight off the bat. Mother dies just as you’re growing up. Must feel good to be an orphan.” He choked out as if he didn’t want to say it. He watched as you looked down at your shoes and slowly, hair by hair, the color that he clenched in his fist began to turn a violent red. He let you go and backed away slowly. You looked up to meet his cold face, your eyes now a screaming red.
“Malfoy we should go. Now.” Blaise said, beginning to back away. Before he had a chance to respond, you were verbally assaulting him.
“I’d rather be an orphan than be like you and have a father that doesn’t love me. Even worse, a mother who’s making no effort to ever stand up to what your father does. How ‘bout you roll up your sleeves huh? Let’s see what your mother let your father do to you.” He looked horrified. You, the quietest girl he’s ever met, was now going off. “Come on Malfoy!” You laughed, throwing your head back. “You wear it proudly right? Yeah?” You turned, “How ‘bout you Zabini? I know you’ve got one too. I’m not ignorant like everyone else. I can see it clear as day. So come on!” You were yelling now, “own up to it!” They all looked at you in shock before scrambling away.
“Freak!” Pansy shouted after her as the door closed behind her.
~~~ It was two nights later, and you were in the Room of Requirements, sitting on a small sofa surrounded by bookshelves. It was really the only uncluttered part of the enormous room. From where you were, from the left of the door, you had a clear view of the door. That’s how you’d seen Draco all those times. But he’d never thought to look your way.
You’d noticed that he too stayed at Hogwarts this break, though you hardly saw him, you spent most of your time where you were sat now, reading endlessly until you’d fall asleep on your little brown sofa. You were at that point now, your eyes fighting to stay open to read the words on the page, your other senses becoming less keen.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding out.” Startled by the unfamiliar voice, you reached for your wand and held on tightly as you pointed it in their direction. Here he stood, his hands out in front of him as a sign of surrender. Draco Malfoy. “This is how you knew.” He spoke quietly as you lowered your wand cautiously.
“You aren’t exactly cautious. Anyone could have been here, you’re lucky it was someone who doesn’t care if they live or die.” You spoke bluntly.
“I suppose,” He lifted a hand, pointing to the other end of your cozy sofa, “May I sit? I believe we have some things to discuss.” You shrugged and told him he could do whatever he wants, so he took a seat four feet away from you.
“We have nothing to discuss. We could never talk to each other again and I would be content.” You spoke in your flat voice, which seemed to lose its depth when your mother died.
“I want to know what the colors mean.” He spoke when he realized that going around the point wasn’t going to work in his favor.
“Read a book and you’ll learn all about it.” You retorted. “That’s not something you ask someone. That’s like me asking what your stupid dark mark means. But I’m not dumb so I already know.” You ran a hand through your blue hair.
“You’re not scared of me?” His voice was quiet.
“Of course I’m not scared of you.” You looked away before mumbling, “I’m not scared of anything anymore. You lose fear when you have nothing to fear for, had I the need to fear for my life perhaps I would be afraid. Even then you wouldn’t kill me. But my life ended when she died. I have nothing to live for.” You didn’t meet his eyes, unsure as to why you were spilling all this information to him.
“Love?” You scoffed at his comment, a stripe of yellow coming from your roots and flowing out the ends of your hair.
“Love isn’t real, simply a societal stigma towards enjoying someone.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the cushions.
“Love is real. I feel it every day.” Your entire head of hair turned green as he spoke.
“Well, whoop di doo good for you!” You rolled your now green eyes and glared at him, your hair fading back to blue. He then had an idea. He wanted to see how many different colors he could make your hair.
“You know I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. I really am. I know it was wrong of me to say those things.” You were skeptical, small twinkles of Silver waved through your hair and speckled in your eyes. His words were honest. They had meaning behind them. “You know you’ve got really nice eyes, almost as nice as your smile.” Your hair was now a very light pink before fading to white.
“What are you doing Malfoy. What are you up to? Buttering me up so I don’t tell anyone about your stupid plan to kill everyone? I don’t care I’m not going to tell anyone. Just leave me alone.” Your hair was a pale orange for a moment before fading back to blue.
“Okay fine.” He hopped up, “Which one of these books-” He gestured all around him to the semi-circle of bookcases around you, “-will tell me about… your… hair.” You rolled your blue eyes.
“Why are you so suddenly interested in it.” You muttered, not actually looking for a response, but you got one anyway;
“You see my darling Y/N,” He took steps toward you, “Have caught my attention, and quite frankly I want to break you down and get to know you. One way to start is that… beautiful hair of yours.” He gave a nasty smirk, “You should expect to be seeing a lot more of me.” You scoffed and just pointed to the bookshelf where he would find the book he was looking for.
Once he sat down again, he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, preparing to make a cheat sheet for himself. By the time he had finished his cheat sheet and gathered what he wanted to know, he had noticed that you had dozed off, your knees tucked to your chest as you rested your back against the arm rest. Your hair was yellow, your eyes closed peacefully.
He looked down at his cheat sheet. In small sloppy writing it said:
Pink - Embarrassed / Flattered
Blue - Sad / Distressed
Purple - Love
Yellow - Happy / Amused
Orange - Frustrated / Annoyed
Red - Angry / Furious
Green - Envy / Jealousy
White - Mixed emotions
Grey - Confused
Black - Scared / Terrified
Brown - Calm / hopeful
This was the first time he had seen you happy. He began to wonder if you would ever be happy awake.
You and the Slytherin Prince had been spending some time together, you’d never object to having someone around to talk about books with. He often tries to bring up other subjects, asking about you or talking about school, but you just want to talk books. Some days you two read, some days you would sit in a big red chair that Draco dragged across the entire room of requirements and read while he would silently work on the vanishing cabinet. Not a ton of talking would occur in the first couple hours, only occasional ‘are you hungry?’ or ‘are you enjoying it?’ from him. From you it was mostly, ‘how’s it coming?’ or ‘would you like some help?’
You sat there now, the Malfoy Heir sitting only a few feet away from you on the floor, frustrated and slumped down in anger. You sat sideways in your chair, deep into Modern Herbs and Healing Volume VII.
“I can’t figure this damn thing out!” He groaned in frustration.
“May I offer my assistance?” You spoke, letting the spine of your book fall closed.
“No… I have to do this myself. I have to.” He ran his hands through his platinum blonde hair.
“Okay… Whatever.” You simply opened your book and kept reading for a moment before letting your book fall closed again. “Malfoy?” Malfoy turned to see your hair slowly during brown, strand by strand. “I noticed… your marks aren’t particularly good in Astronomy… I was wondering if you maybe wanted some tutoring?” He smiled lightly at you, then opened his mouth to speak. “Actually, don’t answer that… just meet me in the astronomy tower tomorrow night if you want help, if not… just don’t come.” You stood up and dismissed yourself, your hair still brown as you hoped to be joined by Malfoy tomorrow night.
The next day, your hair wasn’t quite as blue, it was more blue with thin brown highlights, hardly noticeable, but it wasn’t invisible either. Pansy caught onto this quickly and approached the y/h table at breakfast.
“Well hello there Bitch Y/L/N.” She snarled, shoving your plate away from you and sitting on the table in its place, making your hair flash orange before turning back to completely blue. You said nothing as she watched you for a reaction, which you didn’t provide her with. “Oh come on, you’re so boring.”
Unintentionally, your eyes drifted over to Draco to get some sort of help… he was the only person to seem to maybe care for you. He was watching everything go down with his friends, they were all shoving each other and laughing at you. It was then when you realized he didn’t actually care for you at all, he just didn’t want you to rat him out about the cabinet. You were pulled from thought when Pansy laid a solid smack on the back of your head.
“Hey, stupid who are you looking at?” Pansy looked over her shoulder to see Draco watching you guys with a stupid smirk on his face. She immediately broke out in loud, obnoxious laughter. “No way! This is golden! You fancy Malfoy?” She laughed even louder. Pink streaks ran through your hair before your entire head turned white. “Why would a pureblood like Malfoy ever care for a quarter blood freak like you. You’re repulsive. I’m sure he’d rather kiss a pig than your ugly mug. How could anybody ever care about a freak like you.”
You said nothing. Realizing she was right, your hair turned a deep, dark blue. You stood and walked out. What you didn’t see, was Malfoy pulling out a crumpled piece of parchment and checking what your hair had done.
You skipped all your classes that day, you just laid in bed all day, staring up at the ceiling. One by one, each strand of your hair lost all color, your eyes lost pigment.
You didn’t feel anything. There was nothing left to feel… All the emotions were drained, all dried up. That was when you decided you were done. You left your dorm before the end of dinner and sat on the edge of the black lake until the sun had completely set. It was quite beautiful for your last sunset, but surely it did not change your mind.
You wanted to see the stars one last time, but once you did, you were ready. You kept your uniform on, you simply walked, one foot after the other, into the black lake. As your fingertips reached the water, you traced designs in the water, speaking to yourself, “I always was the lonely kid with the ugly face”
Your plan may just have worked, had you not forgotten one fatal flaw. You not showing up to the tutoring session caused Draco to worry. When no one had seen you, he grew even more concern.
Being a Prefect, he could stay in the common room after hours, which he was doing at the time you decided to take your last (permanent) dip in the lake. You also had overlooked the fact that the Slytherin common room had a window straight into the black lake.
It was late and he knew he should be home, he knew he had work at the publishing office early tommorow morning, but Jughead Jones was not one to do what was expected of him, especially not when he had the worst case of writers block he had ever come across.
He was staring blankly at the open poppy field in front of him, New York City was definitely nothing like Riverdale, the pushing and the yelling and the overpopulated streets, so when he came across this hidden gem he had been eternally grateful for the tiny bit of peace and serenity it provided.
Archie snored loudly from the back of the beat up pick up truck Jughead was currently perched on top of, He smiled at his obnoxious best friend and went back to scribbling in his notebook. Jughead needed inspiration, he was at a standstill with his novel and Archie was happy to tag along, happy to be away from the studio for a bit, even if he couldn’t keep his eyes open for longer than an hour. Archie was an up and coming musician and he worked tirelessly to get his music heard, something Jughead had always admired about his best friend.
His eyes were fairly close to glazing over themselves as he watched the orange and purple sunset dip lower behind the hills.
“Betty! Please, these are givenchi! I’m going to get Pollen all over my new cape!”
Jughead eyes snapped open at the sound of a very agitated female voice, squinting into the distance he saw what had the dark haired girl so up in arms.
Honey blonde hair and long tans legs peeking out of a long flower white maxi skirt, slit up the side and blowing behind her as she pulled what he assumed was her friend through the flowers
“I’m gonna miss it Ronnie, I just found the perfect color for the sky and I’m gonna miss it if we don’t hustle! Move that Pilates sculpted booty!” She giggled, her hands gripping a variety of colored pencils and a thick white sketchbook.
Jughead couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blonde, her midriff was bare and toned underneath the loser white crop top as she made her way towards him, her eyes were looking directly past him at the sunset in the distance and he could make out bright hazel green irises. Apparently all the commotion woke sleeping beauty from his slumber and Archie crawled towards the roof of the car, setting his eyes on the approaching girls.
“Hey, you didn’t tell me there’d be chicks, look at the dark haired one.” Archie rubbed his eyes sleepily, leaning forward to get a better look.
Suddenly the two girls were directly in front of the dark green pick up truck and The blonde was climbing on top of it.
“Elizabeth!” The raven haired girl shouted, her eyes wide and appalled.
She continued to climb
“I’m so sorry, but I really need this view, I’m so sorry!”
She pushed past Archie and dropped beside Jughead, ripping the sketchbook open and immediately sketching the sight before her.
“I am so sorry about her. She’s an artist, I’m sure you know how temperamental they are. It’s the heat I think, it’s gotten to her, made her forget her manners.” Her friend stated pointedly, her hands on her hips as she shook her head.
Jughead was speechless, this absolute enigma of a girl was seated beside him, her thigh pressed against his as she effortlessly drew the most beautiful piece of work he had ever seen, he watched her draw strokes on the paper, the colors perfectly matching the scenery in front of them. He vaguely heard Archie helping the dark haired girl into the bed of the truck, when the beauty in question glanced up , placing her pencil down and sighing relived, apologetic eyes meeting his captured ones.
“I really am so sorry, it’s just the sunset moves so quickly ya know, I haven’t been able to capture it all week. And this is perfect.”
Jughead shook his head
“I get it, don’t worry about it. You can climb my truck anytime.” He smiled at the light blush that rose to her cheeks. She stuck her hand out
“I’m Betty Cooper, it’s nice to meet you.”
Betty Cooper?! His jaw visibly dropped as he stared blatantly. Betty Cooper was one of the most well known young artists in all of NewYork, her work was hung in the some of the best galleries in the cities. People begged for her work, she chose to remain anonymous in the sense of face to face. The only thing people knew of Betty Cooper was her and name and her talent.
From behind him he heard a giggle
“That’s not usually the reaction she gets.”
He looked over and The pearl wearing girl was perched on Archie’s lap
“I’m Veronica Lodge. And yes I am the world famous fashion designer, no need to drop your draw twice James Dean.”
Jughead raised a brow, he had never heard of her but from the looks of her he could tell she wasn’t lying.
“She’s very proud of her work.” Betty giggled from beside him, he could tell that the quiet blonde didn’t share the same outgoing personality as her friend, but from the soft way she smiled at Veronica it was clear they were very close.
“I’m Jughead Jones. Definitely not as accomplished as you but Jughead Jones nonetheless.” He gripped her hand, holding it for a second longer than necessary. His stomach flip flopping at the unfamiliar feeling, something in her eyes shifted and he knew she was feeling the same thing.
“He will be famous though, he’s writing a book and it’s really good, his publisher is just waiting for it to be finished.” Archie said from below, his arm slung lazily around Veronica’s waist as he whispered in her ear.
“You write!” Betty smiled, her hand moving to grip his arm as she looked at him excitedly.
Jughead blushed rose petal pink, and nodded shyly
“Something like that.”
“Id love to read your work some time.” She was so soft and gentle, Jughead wasn’t accustomed to this type of woman, growing up on the Southside of Riverdale, girls were bitter and angry, moving to New York he hadn’t been interested in finding anyone, but with her soft hand around his forearm and her long blonde hair brushing his cheek.. well maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He shook his head quickly, like she would be interested in somelike you, her a grip Jughead, His mothers nasal sharp voice echoed in his head.
“Well lover boys, we better get going. I have a meeting in Paris tommorow morning and then I’m back here by lunch.” Veronica shrugged, daintily stepping off the bed of the truck as Archie helped her down.
Betty rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at Jughead as he laughed quietly, his hands wrapped around her waist and he carefully dropped her in front of him, her feet on solid ground, she stared up at him.
“Id like to see you again Jughead Jones.” She whispered.
Jughead swallowed heavily, his eyes boring into hers
“Id like that Betty Cooper”
She pulled her sketch pad out and scribbled her number down on torn piece of paper. Handing it to him she threw him a final glance and followed Veronica towards the trail.
Jughead watched her retreating back his fingers clutching the number in his hand, Archie came to stand beside him, holding his palm open
“Dude! You got her number too? Awesome! Veronica wrote hers in lipstick so I can’t really close my hand until I can find my phone…” Archie rambled on and Jughead smiled staring down at the piece of paper.
Jughead Jones life was about to become a whole lot different.
Whoo. My week has been packed and I am very tired and ouchy. I also just spent the last hour and a half doing some major Home organizing and crunched some numbers according to my plot outline:
There are 57 drawings remaining; 27 of those are absolutely essential and must be included in the last chapter. I just counted my drawings and I have 30 (almost 31!) finished.
Which brings us back to my original claim back in August that the last chapter would have 60 drawings (31+27 = close enough). The drawings that aren’t essential would be adorable and funny, but I think I will have to omit them since… Since I don’t want to post the last chapter in 2021.
Soooooo according to my calculations, since it takes me about 4 days (14-24 solid hours) to complete one drawing, it will take me 108 days to finish the last essential 27…. AKA, 3.5 months. Factoring in family dinners and other distractions, I’ll round up to four months. So…
New estimate: Chapter 18 will be posted in late June.
A few have already started proclaiming their disapproval/lost interest due to the time I’ve spent already. I really want you, my beautiful and kind readers, to know that it pains me dearly to delay the last chapter as long as I am, but I’m adamant about ending Home right. These drawings are very warm, colorful and detailed, and it will wrap up everything in the best, fuzziest, happiest way.
sorry for talking about Connie not mentioning her race so much but I just realized another important thing. there are many children of color who grew up disconnected or kept away from their culture, even when they were interested in it, or they didn’t have that many sources of information to go off of. I am one of those people and I feel like it would be so important for connie’s culture to be displayed in a respectful way, and often throughout the show, for these kids, and it could help them learn about their culture too! same goes for lars since he’s been confirmed as filipino!
Prompt:After damaging $1000 worth of private property on a dare Lucas needs a quick way to make the money to pay the guy back. When Charlie Gardner suggests a bet Lucas takes him up on his offer. And what is the bet? Get into the pants of Riley Matthews, the schools very own goody two-shoes princess. AN:This is a short chapter. It’s meant to move the story along, and it picks off right where the last one ends. It only covers that day. Word Count: 1,833 Chapter:9
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He ran with a speed he didn’t know he was capable of. One
stream of consciousness running through his head as he raced through the halls
and up the stairs toward the library. Riley.
He had to know if she was okay.
His feet slapped at the vinyl tile of the school floor as he
thundered around the corner. The closer he got to the entrance the faster he
sped up, since his adrenaline was still high it causes him to slam against the
wooden library doors harder than he anticipated, his elbows hit the hard
surface and a bolt of pain lanced through his arms, not that he could feel it.
The librarian practically jumps out of her skin, shooting
the clearly shaken up boy a stern disapproving look before returning to her
computer. He saunters off, not wanting to cause any more of a scene, his eyes
rapidly scanning the rows between the bookshelves until he spots her.
The second he walks into her line of view, she looks up at
him, a pair of dazzling, vivid brown eyes piercing his insides as he stared
back at her. She was hunched over, arms wrapped around her knees as Isadora
stood by, patting her back lightly as to comfort her.
Really thank you for all your kind words and affections for me
In fact, I have gone through a lot
for example, yeah, you know, honestly I don’t like repost(I wrote about this before) I didn’t allow to repost at all before, but people reposted my drawings despite I said “plz don’t do that”. it made me so frustrated and finally made me change my policy.(ofc, except for tumblr and twitter, now it is okay to repost on other sites with credits)
secondly, someones edited my mm drawings. they colored or cut or retouched my drawings and sometimes one of them mentioned with it for me…. they said cause they love my drawings…. but I am sorry I can’t understand the way “you” love mine until now.
thirdly, I don’t like rudeness to ask something. recently, you know, I locked my nsfw drawings (cause there were special circumstances for Korean culture) anyway, I wrote hint “ dm please “ in there. ofc, yes, I said dm please, so some people asked the password.
I show you the examples.
ex 1) “what is the password?” (only just to say it)
ex 2) “hello! may I have the password? I want to see it.”
Which one do you like…? when i got the first message, I thought it is cultural differences. but after got the polite asks, I realized it isn’t.
finally, yes, this is the trigger that I whine about my suffer. I deleted the unknown Valnetine day drawings. yes, this drawing is hot and maybe dirty for some people, I know. but why do you ask me several times that “are you sure white chocolate?” I said once, “ it is up to you to imagine what this is “ but even after I answered it, some people said it again. I thought it was an offensive joke and I couldn’t stand anymore - ofc, as I drawing it, I knew it could be for some people, but I am sorry that reactions were out of my mind control.
anyway, you knew already, I am a slightly keen person…;;
but please know that I am not a machine to draw something that you want to see, and please, if you say or do something, put yourself in the person’s shoes.
p.s. Don’t say bitter words about those people of cases mentioned above.
I just want not to go through this again. and I know it may be mistakes and there are so many good people in here more than not.
thank you for your kindness again :) I am totally okay now.
Summary: Laura hid Derek’s scarf. It’s snowing. Hogwarts has never seen such an angry Hufflepuff walk through it’s corridors.
Derek was going to kill Laura.
She knows how much he hates the cold and yet she decides to be the biggest jerk to ever live and hide his scarf when she knew it was going to snow the next day.
So, yeah, it’s no wonder that Derek feels more pissed off than usual which seems to have scared the hell out of some first years in his house this morning when he woke up.
Derek still doesn’t understand why people are so shocked when they realize he’s a Hufflepuff, it’s not like being cheerful and happy all the time is a requirement to get sorted into Hufflepuff, just because he’s not smiling 24/7 doesn’t mean he’s any less of a Hufflepuff.
Okay so I have A need for money so I will be opening some sketch commissions,,,,,
I will do: Ocs ( Fc’s and ref would be needed ) Characters from any fandom Tasteful NSFW ( all char must be 18+ )
I will not do: Gore P/o/r/n children
I have the right to refuse a commission
Prices : Sketch one char ( full body); 7USD Sketch two char; 14USD Portrait ( rough sketch ); 5USD Portrait cleaned up; 10USD Portrait colored ( simple ); 13USD Portrait painted ( I AM STILL WORKING ON THESE AND IF YOU DONT LIKE WHAT YOU GET IM VERY SORRY ) If it’s not satisfactory we can talk about lowering the price but the base price for portraits are 15USD ( Details and intricate designs will be additional and It will depend on how intricate for the price range ) NSFW drawings are an extra 3USD
You can contact me Via email : Sloan288@gmail.com Feel free to also just shoot me a message on here