i have to get over these art worries

FINALLY MY CARDBOARD CAME IN THE MAIL

super big apologies for how long a few portraits have waited to get shipped out, i looked all over town for hard backed envelopes so the art wouldnt get bent but i had to order them offline, ,,, cardboard,, delivered in a cardboard box,, 

BUT ive got them and they’ll keep the envelopes nice and sturdy, and will send them out tomorrow! and no worries if this message is missed, ill be sending PMs to y’all as well when i send them out tomorrow, thank you for waiting!!

i haven’t drawn johnny in a while but i still love him

Things heard in a conservation lab this afternoon:

  • “DON‘T GET BLOOD ON THE ART”
  • “Well you see, the reason we have this is because murder
  • “STOP POINTING THAT AT ME”
  • “King Henry VIII’s armor fits me best, but his thighs are strangely skinny”
  • *hits an antique gun several times with a hammer*
  • “You see, I brought this here in several pieces over many weeks so I wouldn’t be brought to jail if someone caught me with a full 19th century rifle on the subway”
  • “If someone points this one at you, run
  • “I would’ve brought the swords out but I was worried you might cut each other’s limbs off”
  • “I SAID DON’T GET BLOOD ON THE ART”
Oh hey-

I’m Beans, take a seat thanks. 

As you know I’m mutuals with some amazing artists. *motions to the mututals I don’t deserve because they are truly wonderful, honest-to-lord people*

And you know what really grinds my gears, reposting art. I see how hard my mutuals work on their art, how important their art is to them. Takes a lot to be an artist, practicing and honing skills. So it really stinks when folks repost it. And you may be thinking, “Gee Bean, but I found their art and I didn’t know! I just wanted to share the good stuff on my blog and get it out there” Well friend, that’s when I say–

Fuck off with that bullshit. You don’t know? In an era where googling and reverse image searches are literally built into our fingertips? You can’t tell me that your crusty, shady behind who likes a certain fandom hasn’t come across some fanart by the original artist ONCE. 

Reposting art is STEALING because the artist will never see those notes and anyone who reblogs and gets all up in arms with reposted art will never know where it came from. Its lazy ass bullshit. And that whole “if you know the artist put the credit beloooow” no, again, lazy. You figure out the artist you take down their STOLEN artwork and you reblog it and apologize like a decent human being you were most likely raised to be. 

Credit means shit if the source doesn’t go back to the artist. Ask for permission, reblog fucking art and stop being assholes when people call out the fact its art theft. 

Hell fucking shit– 

Well, thanks for listening, its been grand. Have a nice day (dickwads) 

anonymous asked:

Excuse me, but do you think you can give a tutorial on how to draw Alphys? You just draw her so well!

Not much into tutoring but I think I can try selling my soul out one time more. 

XDDD

Before I drew Alphys, I used to study the skulls of different species, from reptile, dinosaur, bird to mammal. All have almost the same skull and jaw, the only difference is their evolution being selected by nature over million years.

After that I began simplifying them into the geometric figures in order to become the useful bases for fictional characters or whoever I enjoy torturing to death. Yeah, see, the construction is extremely important here, yo. Unless ya studied this at art school.

But of course there’ll always be moments when you feel a bit frustrated, angry, while trying to figure out how to draw a character so perfect. But hey no worries, this does take plenty of times to get used, that either if you keep drawing the same character every day. In my case, took me like a few days or weeks. In the end your effort’ll pay off, trust me.

Also to be honest, below this picture, I do reaaaaally view Alphys as a dinosaur more than lizard. XD Cuz I luv dinosaurs so why not. And a lot easier to draw~ Heck she’s totally a badass for kicking Sans’s ass~~.

OhOhOhOh… Did I scare ya? :P That she’s nakeeeed?! No? Noooo?! XDD

-pout- But hey! Unlike artists who prefer to explore bits of “human” stuff, I like to consider the fact that, not only they’re monsters, but animals with their casual primal instincts. Basically no boobs or private parts there, absolutely nothing for y’or pervy eyes :>. Why? They’re made of magic, for Kori’s sake.

Ok, another image below, when drawing I always use the lines of motion/action, emerging the structure, aka the “skeleton”. It gives an effective gesture compared to a character being in a static pose. ^-^

And some progress below…. Then y’ur doneeeee~~  👏 👏 👏 👏 👏

Droughtlander Art Challenge
Week 15 - After the Battle

I seem to be stuck in a b/w realism rut right now. Sometimes it’s easier to get the details right without color to worry about. And I know I already did a painting for this scene, but it’s just such a good scene!

Hope you all have a great Monday!
We’re another week closer to September!

Inktober- Day 1

BEHOLD! A Goth that wears white clothing! 

… that’s all.


Sooooo I am really bad at these daily drawing challenges, buuut I will try Inktober one more time. 

And I will fail badly. :D

I decided to do the Goth Inktober challenge (found here) (by the way the blog is super cute so you should follow them if you want) because I just like drawing this little dude. 

I’m probably going to post days late, and also after October is over (since I also have to worry about school and art overload tends to give me art block for some reason) so yeah. Just chill and look at everybody else’s waaaaayyyyyy better Inktober challenges by artists that can actually consistently post art unlike me while I’m dying from Scientific Notation math homework.

Just wanted to get that off my chest cause I always feel guilty when I don’t post these on the right days.

Alright I’m gonna stop blabbering on and on and on and on and on and on and on….

… k bye.


the little dork up there belongs to @nekophy

goth inktober challenge by @daily-goth

Me before BATB17: It looks really good! I mean, there has been complaints around the internet that have me a little worried, but otherwise it’s just a re-make of one of my favorite Disney movies, nothing to get too excited over.

Me after seeing it twice, browsing through the entire tag and following 8 Tumblr blogs about it: This movie is truely A Religious Experience…….A work of art……A masterpiece. “Gaston” and “Evermore” are all I listen to now I have to
d r a w t h i s.

You Deserve The World

Summary: Dan is deaf and doesn’t have many friends at his school. Phil is the new kid who meets Dan on his first day. They instantly bond the moment Dan learns that Phil knows sign language. They become best friends because of this.

Genre: AU, Fluff

Word Count: 3,320

A/N: This is not Christmas related whatsoever but us admins over at phanfictioncatalogue are doing secret santa again this year, so this is my fic for @phandommother aka my child. Merry Christmas, Julie! Hope you like the fic <3

A/N #2: I’m not an expert with hearing aids or sign language so I apologize if anything in this fic is incorrect. Please message me and I will happily change if anything is wrong, and also… italics will be Dan and Phil talking in sign language :D

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Interview: Lima

Today we’re joined by Lima. Lima is a phenomenal visual artist who specializes in drawing characters, both her own and others. Lima is an art student in Germany and hopes to be a storyboard artist. She is currently working on a personal project, which she’s very excited about. Lima’s work is brimming with details and vibrant colors, which make the images pop off the page. It’s very clear she’s a remarkably talented artist, as you’ll soon read. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

Well, I love to draw characters the most, whether they’re my own or someone else’s. I love to give them a story, make them act with their poses and expressions! I also really like making little comics or storyboards - which is why I’d love to be a storyboard artist someday!

When I use colors, I love to use complementary contrasts to bring out different sides of a character!

What inspires you?

Many things! Mostly my favorite shows, like Star vs the Forces of Evil, Steven Universe and my all-time fave: Kim Possible. There’s also a lot of artists I look up to, like Babs Tarr, Stephen Silver, Mergan Ferguson (at littledigits on Instagram) Loish, Pernille Ørum … there are so many! Also Hayley Williams (singer of my favorite band Paramore) never fails to inspire me with her energy on stage and gorgeous outfits!

What got you interested in your field? Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I guess I’ve always been a very creative person bursting with way too many ideas. I’ve been drawing ever since I can remember, but only recently I discovered I also love telling/creating stories and making characters interact with each other. I guess the biggest factor is and was my undying love for everything animation and reading a lot of comics growing up that sparked my wish to be part of the creative, pre-production stage. That’s what made me sign up for art school and hopefully my education will help me reach those big goals of mine!

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

Hmm … I guess I have a thing for drawing big, button-y noses! I have kind of a button nose as well and it’s something that other people pointed out in my art. I also love drawing big, expressive eyes and fluffy, voluminous hair!

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Don’t worry too much about ‘having a unique style’! Style is something that comes on its own over time. Just let yourself get inspired by everything around you, study other people’s art and definitely use a TON of references! References are your best friend!

And remember to take breaks once in a while! Being an artist does not mean working 24/7, surviving on coffee and no sleep. Practice as much as you can, but also take care of yourself - your older self will thank you for it! (:

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I am an aromantic asexual, but I do consider myself more of a gray-asexual. I’ve felt very uncomfortable about labeling myself for years, until I researched the term ‘aromantic’ and it’s like a light bulb went up above my head and everything was clear.

The whole story is: we did a personality quiz in school, where we were supposed to prioritize things like ‘love/romance’, ‘money’, ‘fame’, ‘family’ etc. and without even thinking I put ‘romance’ at the bottom of that list and that got me thinking and the rest is history :D

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field? If so, how do you handle it?

In my field, no. I am very lucky to be surrounded by young, open-minded people and I’ve even encountered another ace person in my class.

Truth be told, I am not that comfortable explaining my sexuality to people who might be ignorant, so I usually keep it on the down-low. If someone directly asked me, I wouldn’t lie, though.

It’s mostly because I feel aromanticism/asexuality is so severely underrepresented that it’s hard to be taken seriously in a society that actively promotes women having sex, having children, having romantic partners etc. that if you don’t want any of these things, you are the ‘odd one out’.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

Probably that it’s simply ‘being straight without sex’ or that all asexuals have to be aromantic as well, which of course is wrong. I even heard someone say that asexuality can only be caused by some sort of mental/physical disorder and that every healthy person has a sex drive. What people don’t understand is yeah, I might have a sex drive but that doesn’t mean I’m supposed to act on it. Also the fact that I’m aromantic doesn’t mean I’m a cold person without feelings.

I love very strongly - just not romantically. I love my friends, my family, art and many things. I am a very emotional, sensitive person and I’d love for people to realize that romance is not the ultimate life goal for everyone.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

I’d ask them for a hug and say: you’re not alone.

There’s a lot of false information going around, and not a lot of media representation, which is important especially in these days.

But despite what other people might say: You are 100% valid.

Your feelings are real and you are not weird, or broken. You are a wonderful individual who deserves just as much love and appreciation as any other member of any other (LGBT+) community.

Don’t be afraid to be proud of yourself and take all the time you need to figure out what you’re comfortable with.

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

I am most active on my Instagram: at sparkly_eyed_dork where I post sketches, comics, full illustrations and more (mostly fanart).

There’s also my Tumblr: sparkly-eyed-doodles.tumblr.com (which is still on hiatus, but I’m planning to revive it in the near future.)

Also: I don’t wanna promise too much, but I’m gonna start my very own webcomic soon!

I can’t say too much about its content yet, but I’m working on it non-stop and I can’t wait to share it with everyone, so stay tuned for that!

All I can say is that it’ll involve friendship, music and wacky adventures! :)

Thank you, Lima, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

sempergloria  asked:

Do people from school follow you? And what is that like? I have an art blog (under a different name because Internet) but I'm worried people will find it. Not because I draw anything bad or whatever, but because I just feel really awkward at the thought that people I know of but don't really know are looking through my art? Do you get over that?

Most of my classmates at school are well aware that I draw and have plenty of social media but they simply don’t care. None of them are interested in art whatsoever so they never come close to looking though my pic although they are informed af lmao. Actually, they support me a lot!! 

I used to be very self-conscious about my pictures like “oh no.. they will see it… they will say its anime…..:(” but now Hell yeah you wanna look at my art?? Here you go fam I made it and I’m proud of it!!

Anyway, as my dad says it “if you have nothing to hide then whatcha stressin bout hm”

goddessofowls  asked:

How long have you been "digital-art-ing"? I have this problem where it takes me DAYS to finish a single digital sketch when I could easily finish the sketch traditionally in about an hour( ; n ;) is it the same for you? Ahhhh does it get better from here lol.

Oh my gosh I totally understand what you mean!! It took a long time for me to finish digital sketches too at first.

I did a little bit of “digital-art-ing” a couple of years ago but then I stopped due to reasons I can’t remember o.o’ So I’d say that I really got into “digital-art-ing” about a year and a half ago which was also around the time I started this blog.

I guess the only difference would be that I struggled with drawing digital art in the style I sketched in so I had to start with creating simpler styles. I didn’t hate using them. In fact, I liked trying them out and I’ll continue working with them :D However… I do remember getting super frustrated at times because I couldn’t draw in the art style I liked best and I felt like it was taking me wayy too long to get used to the transition.

Though I probably should’ve expected that since I was drawing in a new medium ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So don’t worry! Unless you have a deadline or you’re getting paid, It’s ok if it takes a week, or a month, or a year to learn and get your work done. The start is always a slow process and a bit of a struggle but It WILL get better if you keep practicing! I know that’s what every artist says but it’s so true!

And even if you’ve been doing digital art for a while and it still takes you a long time to sketch, thats fine! Like honestly, It took me over a year of practicing to finally say that I was at least comfortable with doing digital art and now it only takes me a few minutes to finish simple sketches and a few hours to do more complicated ones. (I’m not saying it takes a year for everyone cuz It could be completely different for each person)

Lastly, it’s an advantage to be fast at drawing but in my opinion, I think it’s better to focus on improving your art rather than the speed of getting them done. Afterall, If you post your art online people will only see the finished product x)

Sorry that this ended up being story time but i just felt like sharing that with you XD

friendship forged in glitter

I’ve seen people wanting a longer fic based off my not!fic so I decided to write it. Not beta’d. Also of ao3.

“You really need to start getting along with Derek, mischief.” Stiles’ mommy tells him on their way to her work. Stiles gets to go to work with her because she and Derek’s mommy run a daycare together.

“But, mommy, he’s so mean!” Stiles whines, crossing his arms over his chest.

Claudia sighs softly and turns around to look at Stiles after parking her Jeep. “I don’t think so, baby, but even so you’re five now. You’re a big boy. So please play nice?” She asks him.

“I’ll try.” Stiles says because his mommy is the best and he loves her.

“Thank you, Stiles.” Claudia says, getting out and letting Stiles out.

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This is based on that really good art by @masdanii a little while ago captioned with “Words Were Said” and a conversation I had with @sovvung about that (awesome) art. This kind of started as an excuse for me to practice writing in Angry Stan’s voice and try to get better at it. Thanks to those two users for being awesome writing inspiration!!


Stan stumbled over something in the dying light of the shack’s living room. He caught his balance on the wall, stopping himself from face planting to the ground. Grumbling, he turned around to see what it was. A backpack. Jeez, thought Stan, Mabel must have left it down here. Stan was worried about the girl—she’d just come home and flung her stuff down, apparently, and tore up to the attic without even a ‘hello’ thrown back. She came home much sooner than he expected. Stan had noticed little things that seemed to be inconsequential, but were slowly stealing Mabel’s happiness. Mainly- Dipper spending so much time without her and with Ford instead.

Stan sighed and leaned down to pick up the pack. He was sure Mabel would miss her things soon, and he wanted to at least try and make her smile today. As he bent down, he heard a rush of static and the edge of a conversation.

Mabel will be fine on her own. She has a magnetic personality—“a rush of static came over the line and then cleared up into Dipper’s voice, “We’ve never really been apart before.” Another shift and Ford’s voice came over the line again “And isn’t it suffocating?” with another screech of static the walkie-talkie Stan found in the bag went silent. Obviously this conversation was not meant to be heard, the button was probably accidentally pushed down to communicate. Nevertheless, Stan crushed the walkie-talkie to pieces in his hand, his arm shaking with barely concealed rage. He set the bag down and flung the pieces from his hand. The plastic aggravated the cut he’d received a couple weeks ago from the portal on his hand, but this time he didn’t even wrap it.

Stan sat down unsteadily in his chair. His entire body was shaking with anger over what he heard.

How dare he say that about Mabel? How dare he! If she hadn’t dropped her bag—no she can never hear that—Dipper’s a good kid, he wouldn’t leave his sister, right? What is he doing to this family? He had one job, stay away from the kids, and now, n-now he’s, ugh… Stan’s thoughts chased themselves in circles as his body gave way to tears. He made no noise, just sat in his chair, letting his thoughts run wild circles through his brain, working himself up over the words he’d heard exchanged more and more, but trying to ignore the last sentence as it kept building within him.

Stan struggled to draw in a breath in between his quiet sobs, and suddenly Ford’s words hit him harder than before. Isn’t it suffocating? I’m SUFFOCATING? Did—did he ever…Was I always just…Too dumb, slowed him down, held him back, s u f f o c a t e d my brother?

Stan pushed down with his thumb on the new cut on his hand and hissed out an expletive. But the pain served his purpose and cleared his head. Looking around him, he swallowed the rest of his tears and stood up, straightening his Mr. Mystery suit. He grabbed the broom and swept up the broken walkie-talkie pieces, dumping it in the trash. Everything his right hand touched hurt, but he let himself feel that pain rather than keep thinking too hard about what he heard.

Finally, he wrapped it up, grabbed a pitt cola to hide the injury, and walked up to the attic to talk to Mabel. Stan listened to her sadness over growing up, her fears and her worries, and gave the best advice he could. He allowed his own vulnerability to shine through for a second, the old ache that his twin didn’t stick with him through thick and thin, before rubbing Mabel’s hair affectionately with a small smile. Mabel responded in kind, smiling up at Stan and told him thanks. When Stan left her room, she was smiling again, picking out pictures for the scrapbook and getting back to her normal, upbeat self.

And Stan was going to make sure that whatever had transpired after the static on that walkie-talkie, nothing would take that happiness away from his grandniece.

-

Finally as the sun was starting to go down, Dipper and Ford returned home. Stan saw Dipper covered in scratch marks and looking generally beat up. Stan swallowed another wave of anger and told him to go clean up and head straight to bed. Dipper dropped his bag and ran up the stairs, looking too excited about whatever they’d done that day to argue back at Stan.

Ford comes in behind him, not even sparing Stanley a glance, and heads to the kitchen. Stan hears him puttering around in there, probably making coffee. He stands and makes his way into the kitchen, coming to stand just behind his brother.

“Ford,” he starts, his gruff voice quiet. Ford doesn’t turn around, but a tensing of the shoulders means he knows his brother heard him.

Stan tries again, “Stanford,” and winces, his voice cracking. At that Ford turns around, his face hardening into a mask of annoyance, to ask what Stan wants with him.

Stan feels a tremor go through him and he shudders. For as much time as he’s had to think, he still doesn’t know what he wants to say. Luckily, Ford makes it easy for him.

“What do you want now, Stanley? I’ve had a long day and I don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re giving me right now.”

Stanley feels his spine go rigid with resolve, an angry light in his eyes. His voice is low and strong when he speaks this time. “Ford, have you ever been choked nearly to death? Have you ever been thrown into such a tiny space that you can feel the air go stale and you start to panic, thinking ‘this is it, this is the end’? Have you ever been suffocated?” Another tremor goes through Stan and he lets it show, his arms shaking slightly. “Have you ever felt their hands close around your neck as you try to get away, only to be dragged back into them, to watch the look of glee in their eye as they slowly kill you? Or worse, the complete lack of caring as you’re slowly drifting into nothing, just another check mark on a list of things to take care of.” Stan takes a deep breath and raises his voice, “have you ever suffocated?

Stan never took his eyes off of his brother’s face. At first it was still that hard annoyance, then confusion, a flash of recognition, a wince of sympathetic pain, eyes wide and features going slack. When Stan repeated suffocated though, is when Stan saw a light click on in his big brain, and Ford’s expression turned defensive.

“Don’t be over dramatic Stanley. Where are these questions coming from?”

No puedo respirar!I know what it feels like to be suffocating, Stanford. All you know is a brother who has always had your back and stood by you! A brother willing to do anything for you, a brother willing to spend 40 years of his life making up for an accident! And you have the gall to call me suffocating?

“Stan, that’s not what I—“

“No! How could you say,” Stan’s voice cracked but he didn’t stop, plowing on, feeling his anger turn to sadness, “that about me? How could you j-just dismiss our entire childhood like that? Did you ever even like me—or was I just the dumb muscle in your shadow?” Stan’s voice was cracking and his gestures were less sporadic. He could feel the tears threatening to spill over, but still he waited for his brother’s words. If his brother could contradict him, he’d stay.

Stanford looked back, surprise and hurt written over his face. His jaw was slack, hanging open like a fish. But he didn’t say anything. Stanley swallowed hard and turned away. “I’ll be out of your space soon, then. Only one more week until this suffocating nuisance is away from you forever. Sorry I can’t make summer end faster.”

And with that he stalked out of the house, straight to his car, and drove away.

He didn’t see Stanford crouch down in the kitchen, one hand to his heart, the other to his mouth, stifling himself as he cried. He didn’t see Stanford stay that way for over an hour. He didn’t see Stanford rock himself to his feet and into the bathroom. He didn’t hear his brother retching into the toilet, sick at his own thoughts and actions. He didn’t hear the muffled gasps of pain as Stanford took care of his injuries. He didn’t see Stanford stop outside of his own room and lean his head against the old wood, guilt spread across the planes of his face. He didn’t hear Stanford walk woodenly down to the basement, snagging Dipper’s backpack as he went. He didn’t know his brother was finally sealing the problem they created in front of the machine that started it. He didn’t know everything he wanted from his brother was just subverted by the wrong set of twins fighting.

And at the end of the summer, after the twins had left (together—Stan hadn’t heard Stanford rescinded his offer to Dipper), he didn’t see Stanford offer him their childhood dreams. All he saw was the open road blurred by tears, barely choking out breaths between his sobs.

Stan almost laughed at how suffocated he felt.

5

Tia had made up her mind.

She and her friends were around that age when they began to develop an interest in others; her friends began to talk about boys, about which ones were cute and which ones smelled good, and they were certainly around the age where they tended to think of little else. Tia, quite suddenly, was surrounded by people who were obsessed with love, and slowly they began finding people to be… in love with, she supposed.

But she had nobody.

“I’m going to get a boyfriend,” she announced, right out of the blue, when she and her friends had occupied a corner of the coffee shop by the harbour. “I’ve decided.”

Her friends looked at her like she was mad.

“What, you don’t think I can get one?” she asked, frowning. “You all have boyfriends and girlfriends, and I won’t be left behind!”

Sully laughed at that, shaking his head. “We’re not leaving you behind, Tia, jeez! You can’t just catch a boy like an animal, y’know.” Tia stuck her tongue out at him. He pulled a face back before hitting her playfully on the shoulder. “Go at ‘em, Tiadora Applegate! Just remember to have some tact.”

“Tact!” Tia cried, feigning outrage, collapsing over her friends’ laps in her improvised dramatic show. “Whatever do you mean, cruel Sullivan?! I have mastered the art of subtlety.”

By that point her friends were in stitches, laughing so loudly that they were attracting disapproving looks from the cafe staff. Tia wasn’t worried, though; as far as she was concerned, a boyfriend would be easy to get if she put her mind to it.

Dear followers and fervent question askers:

“Giving you all a heads up that it might take me a bit to get back into the groove of answering questions twice a week, but i haven’t forgotten about you all. i currently have over 200 questions in my in my askbox right now, some of which i won’t have the opportunity to answer, but i do plan on answering the majority of the one’s i find funny/insightful/important/urgent ect eventually. So don’t worry. I’ll be back in action soon”

~ Jay

Jughead x Blind!Fem!Reader- Touch of Love

(Thanks to my lovely friend for the title!!)

Jughead is struggling for money, and when his last option is to model for an art class, he’s nervous. The students in the class are blind, so how bad could it really be?

I honestly am not sure about this one? The concept came to me, I wrote it out and I dunno! I remember seeing bits about these art classes on TV and around my city, but I couldn’t find out a lot about them. If I got anything wrong, or I did anything wrong, please, do let me know!

I’m nervous about this one, but as always, tips and pointers are always welcomed and appreciated!

Second person used!

Warnings: None~!

Words: 3524… Oops?

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I've been following for a while and I noticed how much merchandise you've made - the prints, stickers, buttons, charms/keychains especially! I really enjoy your style since it's so adorable. I wanted to ask how you go about making the merch? Like, is there a special service you use for certain products? I wanna go about making my own someday and your stuff always looks so lovely ;v; If you can help me out, even a bit, that'd be great!

Hello anon-chan-san! Thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot and I’m happy you’ve liked all the goodies I’ve done so far (๑°꒵°๑)・*♡ And no worries, I’m always happy to help! ( ◜◒◝ )♡ I do use a different service/merchant to print/produce my items once the art file is done on my end. Here are some of my best friends:

Charms:

Zap!Creatives – Their quality is amazing and they have a variety of different types of charms! They do more than just charms too, but this is what I mainly use them for. They are located overseas but you do get free shipping on orders over $300. Also, if you sign up for their newsletter, once in a while you’ll get a 10-25% off coupon code to use on certain items which knocks a good amount off your order! Turnaround time and shipping is amazingly fast! No complains here.

Acornpress – I have yet to use them personally, but I’ve heard good things about them. They are located in the states, which would save you on shipping and have a lower minimum. However, they only offer white and clear acrylic charms at the moment. I’ll be trying them out soon and I’ll make sure to do a small review!

Note: You only get the charms. You have to build them yourself and buy the phonestraps, bells, jump rings, etc. from your local craft store or online.  

Stickers:

Jimiagency​ – I love JiMi Agency! Their sticker quality is more than amazing and it’s always a pleasure to work with them. However, they are not kiss cut! You’ll have to use your favorite pair of scissors to cut them yourself! If you want kiss cut stickers, be prepared to pay more and have a bigger minimum order to place with other companies. JiMi also offers more than just stickers. From bookmarks to memo pads, to charms and washi tape. They only do group orders and it varies when. Just check their site out to see when they’ll be having their next group order.

Note: You can always do them yourself by buying sticker paper and printing them at home. It’s a good way to start if you don’t have the funds at the moment. That’s how I started and I don’t regret doing so and it helped so much.

Prints:

Fireball Printing – Quality, turnaround time, and shipping is amazing! No complains here. They do have a minimum of 5 for poster size prints, which is not bad. For postcard size prints though, their minimum is too high and I wouldn’t recommend them for that unless you want 1k of the same design. They also offer other printing services.

CatPrint – I have yet to use them, but I have ordered their samples and I’m in love with the quality and variety of paper they have for printing! I’ve also heard a lot of good things about them. They don’t have a minimum–heck, you can even order one print! I’ll sure be using them to print out my con prints for August.

Note: Shipping is a bit high only because both use special shipping supplies to make sure your prints do not get damage while making their way to you. So I highly recommend that you order all your print designs at once and not one design at a time.

Buttons/Pins:

Wacky Buttons – No minimum! Which completely sold me and I’ll be placing my order soon! Five stars on their reviews so I’m sure when I get my first order I’ll be more than content. Either way, I’ll make sure to give them my own review.

Pure Buttons – They have a minimum of five, but they jump from 5 to 25 to 50 to 100 and so on and so forth. They are a bit more expensive but the more you order, the lower your cost. Great reviews!

Note: Both offer more than just your average buttons. They have pocket mirrors, fridge magnets, clothing magnets, etc. They also have custom button packaging. I guess it just depends on how many and how much you are willing to spend.

All work under CMYK color mode. Acornpress and Wacky Buttons are the only ones that I know that don’t use this color mode on their templates. However, I was able to get in touch with a rep from Wacky Buttons and they do recommend you convert their template into CMYK mode. Since more than half of their customers don’t have an editing program where they can switch from RGB mode to CMYK mode, they have chosen to have their template in RGB mode and they themselves convert the file. I know from experience that this does have a color effect on your final product when printed. The colors are a bit darker. You are only able to notice if you have both color modes printed out and side by side for comparison. It’s not a big deal (unless you are super picky), but just thought I should point this out.

I hope this helps and the best of luck lovely! I’ll probably update or add to this post if I make another best friend (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。  

My Personal assistant to My future Queen

Pairing: T'Challa x reader

Anon request: Can we have smut between T'Challa and perhaps his assistant?

Authors note: i genually don’t know about this one. I’m sorry if it’s nothing like him and also sorry for my poor grammar. I’m super sleepy but I wanted to finish this request. Also if you want to be tagged on my posts just let me know, I’d be happy to do it

Y/n- your name
Y/l/n- your last name

Tag: @kaunis-sielu @theamazingworldofmarvelfics


“Ms. Y/l/n what do I have scheduled this week” king t'challa asked me.

“We have to fly to America, you have a meeting with mr. Stark at his compound. Don’t worry there is someone already packing your belongings for the trip.”

“Excellent, you are excused so you can pack your stuff”

“Thank you your highness” I nodded as I exited his office. I knew I wasn’t going to take long packing, seeing as I’ve got it down to half an hour. I’ve worked for King t'challa for over four years so I’ve mastered the art of packing for short noticed trips. Once I had everything packed I made my way into the jet to take us to America.

“Your highness you should get some rest, this is going to be a long flight” I suggested as we were taking off.

“I will do that, you should get some rest as well.” King t'challa responded before we fell asleep for the duration of the flight.

“We have arrived” the stewardess on the jet tapped my shoulder.

“Thank you” I replied as he left. “Your highness we have arrived” I touched his shoulder.

“Thank you for waking me up” he replied as we stood up. We made our way out of the jet and into the car that was waiting for us before driving off to the avengers compound.

“Your highness it’s so nice to see you again” I heard Tony Starks voice as we stepped out of the car. “Oh and I see you brought your stunning assistant. Always a pleasure ms. Y/l/n” he held my hand and kissed it.

“Of course I brought her Mr. Stark, she’s a very important part of my team” I noticed king t'challa getting upset.

“Oh of courses but unfortunately she won’t be able to attend the meeting” he turned his attention to me. “I’m sorry about that” he apologized.

“It’s alright, I should settle in, would you like for me to take your stuff to your room your highness” I replied

“Oh you don’t have to do that ms. Y/l/n, we are already taking care of that” he motioned to the people carrying our luggage. “But you’re welcome to explore the compound”

“Thank you Mr. Stark I’ll do that” I turned my attention to king t'challa. “Please call me when you are finished so we can go over future business projects”

“I’ll do that, thank you ms. Y/l/n”

“You’re welcome your highness” I watched as the two men started to walk away. I took up mr. Starks suggestion and began exploring the compound when I stumbled upon the living area.

“Hello ms. are you lost” I heard a mans voice behind me.

“Oh no, mr. Stark said I could walk around this place. I’m y/n y/l/n, King t'challa’s personal assistant” I answered as I turned to face the man that was speaking to me.

“Oh it’s so nice to meet you, I’m
James Rhodes. It’s nice to meet you ms. Y/l/n” he extended his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too, but how come we’ve never met. We’ve visited multiple time but I’ve never actually met you?”

“I’ve been going to physical therapy because of the whole war between Tony and Steve”

“I’m so sorry to hear that” I was sadden that he was hurt because of the petty fight king t'challa had talked to me about.

“It’s alright, I’m getting better” he reassured me. We spent the next two hours talking about our pasts and how we ended up were we were.

“Ahh there you are Rhodey and I see you’ve been keeping the beautiful ms. Y/l/n company” Tony walked into the room with king t'challa who didn’t look pleased with what he was looking at.

“Your highness I thought you were going to call me once your meeting was done” I asked.

“I was but mr. Stark wanted to show me a few new things, but now that we’re reunited why don’t we go back to my room and discuss the business projects”

“Of course your highness, it was so nice meeting you mr. Rhodes” I turned my attention to the man next to me.

“It was nice meeting you too ms. Y/l/n” he kissed my hand before I left with king t'challa. Once inside his room I pulled out all of the paperwork I had for the business opportunities from the briefcase I was walking around with.

“Alright let’s get started” I sat down on his bed as I placed the papers on the bed. After an hour of organizing his schedule for the next three months. We finally finished and I was starting to pack up the paperwork.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t attend the meeting”

“It’s alright mr. Rhoads was keeping me company” I replied .

“What did you two do talk about?”

“Our past, why?”

“No reason”

“Your highness if I did something to irritate you I would like to know what I did wrong.” I began to panic because I didn’t know if I actually did something wrong.

“I can assure you that you did nothing wrong”

“Ok well if you need anything I’ll be in my room” I replied as I exited the room.

*time skip t'challa pov*

I spent the rest of the day wondering why I felt anger when I saw y/n and mr. Starks friend together. I have no right to be angry, I am not betrothed to her. She is free to date whoever she wants, yet I don’t want her to. I wanted to clear my head I decided to walk around the compound. Maybe walking around will make me think clearer.

Once I walked around a couple of times I ended up stopping in front of y/n room. Maybe I should check on her to see if she’s ok.

“Coming” I heard her voice from the other side of the room.

*y/n pov*

“Your highness what’s wrong” I asked as I opened the door and letting him in, not realizing I was only wearing a towel. “Oh I’m so sorry let me change” I sprinted towards the bathroom and put on my clothes on.

“I just came to check if you were ok” he replied as he sat on my bed. I started to blush when I realized he was staring at my legs.

“I’m doing great, I just took a nice warm shower. You know how gross it is flying for so many hours”

“I do indeed” I sensed something was wrong again.

“I’m sorry your highness but are you sure you’re ok? You seem a bit off” I asked noticing a change in his personality.

“I’m having certain feeling towards you” he bluntly responded

“Good or bad?”

“Good I promise” I don’t know what came over me but I placed my hand over his and looked him in the eyes.

“If their good then why don’t you tell me specifically what the feelings are.”

“Love?” He responded in the form of a question.

“Since when if you don’t mind me asking”

“For a while, but it wasn’t sure about them until I saw you talking to mr. Starks friend. I didn’t like you being around another man”

“You have nothing to worry about your highness. It was strictly platonic, I have no feeling for him but I do have feelings for you” the last part made me cringe because of how it came out.

“May I kiss you”

“Yes” soon I felt his lips on mine as we kiss for the first time. His hands were on my cheeks, deepening the kiss. I placed my hands on the back of his neck as I kissed him back and praying this wasn’t a dream. His right wrapped around my lower back and pulled me closer to him until I was straddling him. He smiled when he lift my shirt off my body and noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Mmm” I moaned when I felt him sucking on my nipple, cradling his head as I threw my head back. He started sucking on the other one once I started grinding on him. I pulled him away and bent down and gave him a lingering kiss before getting off of him.

“Why did you stop” he asked before I got off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him.

“I wanted to please my king” I undid his pants and snaked out his cock. I stroked him a few times before licking the tip and taking him in my mouth.

“Ooooh” he moaned as his hands rested on my head as I started to blow him. Since I couldn’t fit him all in my mouth I pumped whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth. It didn’t take long to make him twitch in my mouth and soon enough I felt his cum in my mouth. I made sure I swallowed all of his cum before coming back up. I slipped my bottoms and underwear off.

“oh no my king, you just lay back down and let me do all the work. You’ve worked hard let me continue to please you” I noticed he was going to get up so I could lay down on the bed. I pulled his pants and underwear off of him, while he removed his shirt. Once he was laying back down on the bed I climbed on top of him so I was above his erected cock.

“Ooooh” we moaned as I sank down onto his cock. I stayed still as I tried to adjust to his size because I’ve never been intimate with a man his size before. I started to move once the pain subsided, moving slow because I didn’t want to hurt myself. Placing my hands on his chest I began to move a little faster.

“Oh my king” I moaned as one of his hands groped my breast and the other was on my lower back.

“Ohh that’s right keep doing that” I started riding him faster until I was bouncing on his cock and moaning so loud I was certain others in the building could here .

“Oh my king” I bit my lower lip as I felt an orgasm fast approaching. “My king please may I cum” I asked with desperation in my voice

“Yes you may, cum for your king”

“Ohhhh yessss ahhhh MY KING AHHHHH” I shouted as I came all over his cock and kept fucking him through my orgasm.

“Ooooooh yeeeessssss” I felt his cum shooting inside me as he came shortly after. I collapsed on top of him once both of our highs were gone.

“Ohhh that was mind blowing your highness” I glowed as I held onto him.

“It certainly was my y/n” I looked up at him shocked

“That’s the first time you’ve called me by my first name”

“And it won’t be the last, be my queen y/n. I want to rule wakanda with you by my side.” He held onto my chin.

“Ok my king” he kissed me again.

“Let’s go to bed my future queen”

Out of town

Originally posted by sirenfrost

Cheryl x reader

Request: Cheryl x reader: the reader is a huge power rangers Nerd and is an expert martial artist because of it. This information is unknown to Cheryl and the reader’s friends the core four and Kevin and josie and the pussycats. Secretly the reader has been sneaking off to compete in martial arts competitions. One day her friends and girlfriend get suspicious and follow her only to witness her win first place and win a massive trophy. End with Cheryl calling the reader Daddy. Please and thank you

a/n: I’ve never written using ‘daddy’ before so hopefully it came out alright

Growing up you were obsessed with the whole power rangers franchise.

It inspired you to get into martial arts and you were a quick study, through out the years you mastered the sport and even started competing competitively

It started with local tournaments in Riverdale but the more competitions you won the further you found yourself traveling to compete.

You never told your friends about your accomplishments, you never even told your girlfriend Cheryl.

You figured they would find out eventually but right now you preferred keeping this information to yourself so you didn’t feel as much pressure to win.

This year’s nationals happened to be taking place in the big city near Riverdale.

Cheryl and all of your friends had been talking plans for the weekend and every time they suggested something, movies, bowling and such, you would tell them you were busy.

“You’re seriously busy all weekend?” Cheryl asked you at lunch that day.

“Yeah I’m going out of town,” you said casually.

“Where are you going?” Josie questioned.

“Oh uh just to the city for some… family thing,” you muttered quickly.

Fortunately you were saved by bell before they could question you further.

You all went your separate ways except for Cheryl and Josie who had fifth period together.

“Have you noticed Y/N acting weird lately,” Cheryl asked her.

“She seems a little nervous, must be the family thing she’s going to,” Josie said brushing off your behavior.

“All of Y/N’s family is in Riverdale, she doesn’t have any in the city so something else is going on,” Cheryl said skeptically.

“Well we can always get the gang together and have a little road trip, see what’s she up to,” Josie suggested.

“Let’s do it.”

That weekend you made your way to the city for the biggest competition of your life.

You had been to the nationals before but never placed.

You trained all year with the determination of winning it this time.

You made it through the competition with ease and claimed your spot in the finals.

You knew your competitor was one of the best but you didn’t let your nerves get to you.

There were so many people in the audience you couldn’t even look into the crowd.

If you had, you would have noticed Cheryl and all of your friends there watching you.

They had followed you to the city having no idea what you were doing here, they just so happened to be informed about the tournament going on and saw your name on the list of those competing.

They were shocked to say the least but were able to catch your final match.

They cheered you on from the stands as the match started and soon ended with you as the victor.

The room was filled with cheers and applause as they rushed to you when you were handed a trophy nearly as big as you were.

“Y/N!” you heard a bunch of familiar voices yelling.

You turned to see them all with smiles on their faces.

They all took turns hugging and congratulating you.

When it was Cheryl’s turn she skipped the hug and went straight in for a kiss instead.

“Alright, alright, break it up you two,” Josie joked when the kiss went on for a little longer than intended.

“What are you guys doing here?” you asked surprised, trying to catch your breath not only from your recent fight.

“You’ve been acting weird all week, we had to know what was up,” Kevin stated.

“Why didn’t you ever tell us about this, how did you even get into martial arts?” Veronica excitedly asked you.

“This is going to sound nerdy but I actually got into it because of the power rangers,” you laughed and everyone joined in, “I never told anyone because I was worried about disappointing you guys if I didn’t do well.”

“Y/N, we would never be disappointed in you. I would have been at every tournament cheering you on if you had told me earlier,” Cheryl told you.

Before you could say anything else, you being called over by the tournament officials to take pictures with your trophy for the newspapers.

“I’ll be right back,” you told your friends.

You were about to walk away when Cheryl leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I can’t wait to go back to your hotel room tonight and show you how happy for you I really am daddy.”

You couldn’t help but blush at Cheryl’s words and she only grinned knowing the effect she had on you.