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Touch-Starved II

So this got long. Prince kind of came in and stole the show, and then I realized that I had a whole to go before I reached the end. I hope you like it. Especially since there’ somehow 600 of you now, and that’s terrifying. So yeah, really hope this turned out all right. Also @slutsanders, tumblr is not letting me tag you for some reason. So if someone else could tag them that would be great. And please let me know if you want to try and tag you on the later parts as well. Anyway Part I is here. Part III Part IV

Anxiety was hiding.

He had been for the past three days. He’d been living off tap water and the granola bars he kept in his room, but unfortunately those hadn’t lasted very long, and now he was hungry. But if he wanted to get food, he’d have to go to the kitchen, where he might see the others.

Anxiety knew he couldn’t avoid them forever, but he didn’t know how to face them. Didn’t know how to face their newfound pity. Anxiety could admit it, he was scared. He’d gotten used to being alone, to being overlooked, and now that was changing.

Part of him wanted to be hopeful, to think that maybe this was a good thing. But mostly he was just scared. What if he got used to the attention and then once they deemed him “fixed enough” they left him alone again? Or worse what if trying to spend time with them made them realize why they were better off without him?

Anxiety curled up tighter on his bed. He wished he’d never said anything.Then nothing would have changed. It wasn’t like he needed physical contact anyway. Logic was wrong.

His stomach growled, and he cringed. While he may not have needed physical contact, he did need food. He glanced at the clock. It was just past midnight. The others were probably asleep. Maybe if he went now, he could grab some food and make it back without seeing anyone.

As his stomach growled again, Anxiety made up his mind. It was worth a shot. Carefully and quietly, he crept out of his room, cringing at the slight creaking of the door. Balancing on the balls of his feet, he made his way to the kitchen.

Not wanting to risk turning on the light, he began to grope around in the dark. He pulled more granola bars out of the pantry, as well as a loaf of bread, and a box of crackers. Setting them on the counter, he then moved to the fridge, hoping to at least grab some fruit.

But when he opened the fridge, he was stunned. Sitting on the middle shelf was a foil-covered plate with a note reading For Anxiety on top of it in Morality’s handwriting. He pulled it out, staring at it in disbelief.

Morality had left this, for him? Even though he didn’t know if Anxiety would even see it? Had he been doing this every night?

“You should eat that,” a voice remarked from behind. “Morality will be thrilled.”

Startled at the unexpected noise, Anxiety’s hands fumbled with the plate, and dropped it. It fell to the ground and shattered, the ceramic shards now scattered around his bare feet. He hissed in pain as some of them cut into his skin.

“Woah, easy there” the voice spoke up again. It was Prince.

A hand reached out to grab his shoulder, but Anxiety shrugged it away. He didn’t need this.

“I’m just trying to help,” Prince said exasperatedly, “Hold on, I’ll get the light.”

After a few moments and the sound of shuffling, Anxiety screwed his eyes shut at the sudden brightness as the lights flickered on.

“Well that looks bad,” Prince remarked, staring at Anxiety’s feet.

“No shit,” Anxiety muttered, staring at the ground.

Prince approached him cautiously. “Don’t freak out,” he told him.

“Why would I freak-“

But before Anxiety could finish asking his question. Prince’s hands were on his waist, swinging him up and over, depositing him on the counter. As soon as the hands loosened their grip, he jerked back, glaring at Prince.

Prince looked unrepentant.

“I needed to get you out of the way to clean this up,” he explained, “And I didn’t want to risk you stepping on any of it.”

Anxiety supposed he could see the sense in that. Grudgingly. He stayed still on the counter as Prince fetched a broom and pan and began sweeping up the mess. From the looks of it, Morality had made him chicken and peas. Anxiety regretted dropping the plate.

Once the mess had been swept up and thrown away, Prince turned back to Anxiety.

“Alright, Black Veil Bride,” he said, “Let’s get those cuts cleaned up.”

“I can do it myself,” Anxiety snapped, eager for this encounter to end.

Prince didn’t look impressed. “I’m sure,” he replied sarcastically, “But I have more experience treating injuries than you, and besides, it is somewhat my fault that you obtained them. Now hold still.”

Running a washcloth under some water, and grabbing a med kit from under the sink, Prince approached, picking up Anxiety’s right foot. Anxiety resisted the urge to squirm in discomfort. He was all to aware of Prince’s closeness, all too aware that this surge of concern was only motivated by pity.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Like in his last conversation with Logic, he felt almost frozen in place, staring as Prince gently wiped away the blood.

“These aren’t as bad as they looked,” Prince murmured. “They’re actually quite shallow. I’ll finish cleaning them out and then put some bandages on them.”

Anxiety had only meant to say sure, but what came out of his mouth was, “Why do you care?”

Prince looked up, frowning. “I know we don’t always get along,” he said, “But that doesn’t mean I’d leave you here bleeding.”

“Not- not just this,” Anxiety said, feeling as though the words were bubbling out of him with little conscious thought. “This whole thing, the whole touch thing. Why do you care? It’s not like it matters”

Prince’s grip on his foot tightened, before he let out a long slow breath.

“You know how I’ve rescued maidens from towers in the past?” he asked, seemingly quite randomly.

“Yeah?” Anxiety drawled, not sure where this was going.

“Do you know what they said the worst part of being in those towers was,” Prince said, now looking much more solemn than Anxiety was used to seeing him. “They said the worst part was the loneliness. The way they felt isolated from anyone and everyone. I remember one girl refused to let go of me for some hours, because she was afraid I’d turn out not to be real if she let go.”

“Okay, what does this have to do with me,” Anxiety asked, feeling slightly uneasy.

“Anxiety, you weren’t locked in a tower, but we did leave you alone,” Prince said softly. “We shouldn’t have. I, at least, should have known better. We may argue, but you’re still part of this family, you’re still under my protection. And I failed you. Please let me make it up.”

Anxiety could only stare. Prince looked genuinely remorseful. And pleading. His eyes begged Anxiety to say yes.

He didn’t need help though, really, no matter what Prince might think. But as he opened his mouth to tell him that, Anxiety couldn’t bring himself to say it. Instead he just muttered, “Just finish bandaging my feet, I want to go to bed.”

“Of course,” Prince said, his eyes still watching Anxiety. “I’ll do that now.”

Sitting in uncomfortable silence, Anxiety watched as Prince cleaned and bandaged his feet. He was being surprisingly gentle, and Anxiety didn’t know what to make of it.

When he had finished, Prince stepped back. “There,” he said, “All done. You can go back to bed now. Although,” and here he hesitated, “It might still hurt a little to walk. I could- I could carry you if you like?”

“I can walk,” Anxiety snapped, but on seeing Prince recoil, he relented slightly.

“It’s not that bad,” he insisted, looking away. And then more quietly, forcing out the words. “But thanks for offering I guess.”

Prince smiled at him. “It’s no trouble,” he replied. “I’ll let you make your way back to your room now. Hopefully, I’ll see you tomorrow? It’s not the same, having no one to banter with.”

Anxiety groaned internally. He’d really be an asshole if he said no. He supposed he could make an appearance. “Yeah, I guess,” he said, hopping off the counter, suppressing a wince. Okay, that actually did sting a little.

“I’m glad,” Prince said, now looking much more cheerful. “Well then, good night, Anxiety.”

With his last words, he reached out to give a quick squeeze of Anxiety’s shoulder before drawing back, almost too quick for Anxiety to react.

“Night” Anxiety replied, aware that his face was tinted red. He was so tired of this bullshit.

He trudged back towards his room. But despite his wish to just go to sleep and forget everything, Prince’s words kept floating through his mind.

The worst part was the loneliness. You’re still part of this family.

Anxiety groaned, he still couldn’t believe how guilty Prince had sounded. And Logic had sounded the same when he’d last talked to him. He just didn’t get it. But they were so determined. It was ridiculous.

Maybe, just maybe, he thought, reluctantly, I can indulge them a little. For their sake, not mine. Just enough so they wouldn’t feel so freaking guilty. Then everything would go back to normal.

Anxiety rolled over. He’d deal with this in the morning.

anonymous asked:

ooh, if you're accepted requests! after last week's episode, I kept wondering to myself how bughead would be in a long distance relationship? with him in toldedo and her still in riverdale. I imagine they would last pretty long. lol. could you write something on that? I'm curious to how you would picture it!

Awesome!
****

Jughead sighed heavily, dropping his bag to the floor and kicking one of Jellybeans endless pairs of converse across the room, she may be a tomboy but the ten year old could never have enough shoes. Today had been a particularly brutal day at school for the beanie wearing boy, after being tossed around by the football team he was left with a bruise on his cheek and a serious appreciation for Reggie Mantle, atleast the airhead jock didn’t beat him up on a regular basis.

Throwing himself on his bed and grabbing his laptop he said a quick Thankyou to whatever God was up there, Betty was online and her Skype name was blinking. Jughead clicked on the green telephone and adjusted himself so he was as close to the screen as possible, suddenly dark green eyes and dimples graced his laptop and he instantly found himself relaxing.

“Hey there Juliet” he mumbled, the smile breaking free on his face as he saw her own eyes light up.

“Juggie” she said softly, eyes scanning his face and Landing instantly on the purple bruise forming quickly “what is that!” Her fingers reached out to the screen, desperately trying to touch his pain, make it better.

“It’s nothing.” He said quickly, his own fingers reaching out almost as if there weren’t hours between them.

Betty shook her head vehemently
“It’s not nothing! Someone hit you! Someone hit my boyfriend!” Her eyes lit up and he saw the raw determination pass over her.

“Bets.. it was just a couple of idiot jocks, it’s really not worth my time. I wanna talk about you, how was cheerleading?” He quickly changed the subject, leaning closer and memorizing every freckle, every beauty mark.

She sighed again before launching into a story about how Cheryl had fallen when Ginger bent down to tie her shoe in the middle of a lift, suddenly she was cut off by the familiar high pitched giggle from outside her window
“That’s Ronnie, her, Archie and I are heading to Pops. Burgers and shake night, it’s a new thing he’s doing, buy a burger get a free shake.” She rolled her eyes at the silly town she lived in as Jughead felt the familiar ache in his chest. he was homesick. He was Betty sick.

“Come on Bets! You know vanilla goes fast and we all know my beautiful yet fiery girlfriend always takes the last one!” Archie called from below her window, slinging an arm around Veronica and kissing her cheek.

Betty laughed out her window and looked back at the screen with sad eyes
“I have to go.” She whispered.

“I know.” He answered.

She sighed again and rested her chin in her palm
“I wish you were here” she said wistfully

“I know” he said again, laying his palm flat on the screen as she did the same

“Text me?” Betty asked softly.

“Always”

Just as he was about to hit the end button Betty spoke again

“Don’t forget to check your mail today Romeo.” She winked and ended the call.

He practically ran towards the mailbox, tripping over his feet and ignoring his mother calling his name. Sure enough sticking out of the mailbox was a white envelope with Betty’s distinct girly handwriting. He tore into it with a smile, taking in the faint scent of her vanilla and peach perfume. They had been doing this ever since Jughead had moved to Toledo five months ago, they would write letters to one another, silly letters with poems and drawing, blurbs about how they were feeling, sentences for a novel they claimed they would string together one day. It was so old fashioned, so lame, yet so very Betty and Jughead.

“Even if I saw you only once
I would long for you for worlds,
Worlds and worlds”

Her neatly swirled cursive stuck out against the doodles she had drawn and he felt something wet drip onto his hand. Putting his fingers to his face he realized he was crying.

He held the letter to his chest when the soft fingers of his mother rested on his shoulder

“You love her.” She said simply.

He couldn’t do anything but nod. His mother wiped her hands on her apron and shook her head

“Okay then, you’ll leave next week.” She said firmly.

Jughead turned to look at her with wide eyes,
“Leave where? I can’t leave. This is my family.” He said beaten.

“Yes it is, but that.” She pointed to the letter in his hands “that is your home. I’ve found a job in Riverdale. Your father wasn’t happy about it, but I’ve seen how miserable you are here. I don’t want that for you, I want you to be happy. And that beautiful young woman is who makes you happy. Face it, Jellybean is flunking out of fourth grade, maybe a change of scenery will do her some good. Plus, it might be nice to catch up with Alice Cooper, she was always so lovely to me.” His mother said with a wistful smile.“you’ll stay with the Andrews until your father can find us a place but it shouldn’t take too long, I’ve been on google.” Jughead laughed heartily as his mother proudly smiled.

“We’ll be with you soon enough, but as of now? You need to go home.”

Jughead lunged at his mother, wrapping his arms around her neck and burying his face in her chest “Thankyou” he whispered as she rubbed his back.
****

A week later Jughead stood outside of Riverdale high, his hands shoved into his pockets as he waited for his girlfriend to exit the building. Soon enough, the familiar blonde ponytail was coming towards him, her eyes focused on something he couldn’t see.

“Hey Juliet.” He called towards her, a genuine smile lighting up his face. Betty’s eyes whipped to his before she was standing there slack jawed and wide eyed

“Juggie?” She whispered.

“In the flesh” he called out, reaching his arms out.

Betty dropped her book bag and ran towards her boyfriend, jumping into his arms and almost knocking him to the ground, her lips attacking his as her tears wet his face (it definitely wasn’t a mixture of both of their tears, he had allergies, it was the pollen. god)

“What are you doing here?!” She asked, her smile so big he was afraid she would break

“This whole long distance relationship? It wasn’t working for me.” He shrugged, his hands squeezing her waist sincerely.

“You’re staying?” She whispered.

“I’m staying”

Betty threw her arms around Jugheads neck and squeezed him.

Sure he loved his family, and they were some of the most important people to him, but right here? Right now?

He was finally home.

Gravity Falls Journal tutorial!

When I posted my journal replica online this weekend, I never expected it would get so many positive reactions! I’m really flattered, thank you all so much! 

Now of course I promised a tutorial, so here goes. I hope I will be able to explain things well enough with the pictures I’ve taken. If you still have questions regarding the journal, feel free to ask. 

For the people who haven’t seen the pictures yet, this is the journal I will try to talk you through making:

I’m putting the rest under a read more, because this post is pretty long.

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anonymous asked:

On the run bucky finds a beaten up old Ironman plushie missing its left arm. For some reason, he takes it with him and soon it becomes his confidant. Later on, when he meets Tony the other Avengers are confused on why he likes Tony more than any of them. Maybe later he admits in private that what really helped bring him back to himself was the Power of the Ironman Plushie!!!

THERE ARE IRON MAN PLUSHIES??? [A quick google search later] I can not believe there are Iron Man plushies and I don’t have one!!! Not that I’m gonna make Bucky suffer for that because he has an Iron Man plushy and I don’t. I would never do something so petty. [*disbelieving snorts*]


Okay so. The weird things don’t start when he meets the other Avengers. It starts when, during one low-key mission or another, people around Iron Man just–keep dropping dead before they can cause any harm? Which is concerning. And yes, Clint, some of those shots are freaking amazing, but it’s also concerning, can we please focus here?

Then there’s the two or three times (that the rest of the team know of) where the Winter Soldier helped Tony out in the field. In (very recognisable) person. Which is even more confusing. And apparently devastating for Steve (though more because the Soldier is damn good at slipping away without their notice before the dust of the fight settles), but Tony tries very hard to stay away from that angsty mess.

And well. Eventually (inevitably, for everyone who has ever experienced Steve’s stubbornness first hand, which is basically everyone who has ever met Steve) a more-or-less un-brainwashed Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier is brought to the Tower. By Steve, whose smile is so wide it’s embarrassing for everyone involved.

A couple of days after that he is finally officially introduced to the team. Not that he hasn’t studied them, fought them, fought with them on occasion as well. No, Steve insists on introducing them, vibrating with excitement, like he’s brought his first friend from school home to introduce him to his family. Which. Weird implications, let’s just forget this particular comparison.

Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier handles the introduction surprisingly (especially to himself) well. There’s an incident involving knives far larger than a sensible person would carry near their crotch, but they all (read: Tony) laugh about it later. Which draws Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier’s attention to Tony for the first time.

Which is how this whole mess Tony has found himself in starts.

Because when Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier looks at Tony he frowns, confused. Asks who he is even, and that’s the first time he’s spoken in their presence. Tony would be flattered if he wasn’t so insulted, because he’s proud of Iron Man, alright.

He’s kind of even more insulted when Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier’s eyes widen in horror when he asks, somewhat jumbled, “You’re Iron Man? You’re the–fleshy parts in the metal?”

And fine. Maybe brainwashed super-assassins have sort of an excuse for missing the big reveal. And maybe the fleshy-parts comment is kind of uncomfortable, draws parallels between him and Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier that Tony isn’t sure are a good thing. But.

“Well, yeah. Someone’s got to fly this beauty,” is what he ends up saying with the Say-Something-I-Dare-You smirk he always uses when he feels uncomfortable.

Turns out Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier dares. As a matter of fact, he’s got a lot to say on the subject.

Because apparently, for reasons Tony can’t discern, Bucky-slash-Winter-Soldier–and he really needs a shorter nickname for the guy–feels strangely protective over Iron Man. And apparently now that the fact that Tony qualifies as Iron Man’s fleshy (read: most vulnerable) parts has sunken in, this sentiment extends to Tony as well.

And by extend, he means, surpasses it. By far.

And really, Tony never would’ve guessed that he’d end up saying “If you steal my coffee one more time I’ll kill you myself, and I won’t wait two hours to check if it’s been poisoned, you checked the damn machine twenty minutes ago and fed one of the cups to Clint and he’s still walking!” once. Never mind regularly.


So not what you asked for but I couldn’t help myself! The idea of Bucky being protective of his Metal Man, only to realise in horror that there’s an ordinary human behind that protection shell just wouldn’t leave me alone.

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(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 of this imagine here) (Part 2 of this imagine here)

(READ THE FIRST PARTS BEFORE READING THIS)

You stepped out of your room, looking back and forth from one end of the hall to the other to make sure the coast was clear. You wanted to walk around the castle, explore a little.

Without Felix.

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this-moon-water  asked:

Oh my god thank you haha! Well, my little shipper heart desires an uninterrupted trailer bughead smut, basically the finale without the knock at the door. I'm literally rewatching the scene over and over again and crying because I can't wait for season two to come out <3

I will try!
****

His teeth bit hungrily into the soft skin of her neck, leaving butterfly shaped bruises on her tan skin. Betty’s eyes rolled back, her fingers fisting in his hair as she tugged him further down her body. They were doing this, they were actually doing this. His long, slender fingers toyed with the clip on her skirt as he stared up at her with lust filled eyes and trembling lips, he wanted approval, he needed her to tell him this was okay.

“Yes juggie, god yes” she whispered into the quiet air, her hips bucking up as he growled lowly, pulling the blue fabric down her legs and staring for a moment at the white lacy panties wrapped deliciously around her body.

“You’re beautiful, how are you so beautiful?” He whispered, looking to her with awestruck eyes, fully taking in the nearly naked women perched on his counter. She reached for him, pulling him closer to her and placing both of her tiny hands over his heart

“So are you.”

His stomach twisted, the new, unfamiliar emotion coming around full circle as he once again realized just how much he loved her. Although he’d already said it he wanted her to know, needed her to know

“I love you” he groaned as her hands dipped dangerously low on his hips.

Dropping her lips to his ear, she whispered

“Show me.”

That was all it took, in seconds flat he had her wrapped around his body again, delighting in the way her perfect, warm presence felt against his, skin to skin, he cupped her ass, his fingers squeezing experimentally and grinning when he heard her gasp.

He walked backwards into the makeshift bedroom, her lips still on his, biting and tugging as he dropped her onto the mattress.

Betty sat up on her elbows, looking exactly like a painting, he had never wished he was an artist more in his life.

“It’s not really fair, I feel severely underdressed.” She grinned, her eyes dropping to his jeans.

Jughead smirked , ripping his belt off and stumbling with the button.

Betty crawled forward, her tiny fingers making quick work of the denim as she tugged it off his hips.

“Much better.” She gave him a true to form Jughead Jones smirk and he nearly exploded right at that moment.

He leaped on her, causing her to giggle and squeal as he hovered over her, his boxers grinding against the thin material she called panties. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had her head thrown back, her golden curls splayed over the pillow and her knuckles fishing the dark blue bed sheets. He knew how much she hated the word, but perfect was all he could think to describe her right now.

“Juggie.” She whispered, her bright green eyes shooting open to look at his, he stared down at her, the love he felt was shining through and it nearly took her breath away, he was breathing heavily as he spoke in quick words

“I love you, I don’t ever want to be without you, I know that makes me selfish, but I want you all too myself. Everyday of my life.”

Betty nodded, he was reading her mind

“I love you, please juggie.. make love to me”
Her whispered words carried through the tiny trailer and he immediately turned to the draw beside him pulling out a condom and smiling when he saw the confused look on Betty’s face.

“One thing my dad cared about? Safe sex”

Betty giggled, pulling her boyfriend down for a kiss as he clumsily rolled the condom on.

“Are you ready?” He asked, concern in his eyes

Betty nodded, bringing her hips up to meet his.
“Always.”

With that he joined them together, the instant pain had Betty gasping quietly, Jughead peppering kisses down her neck as he whispered how beautiful she was, how much he loved her.

The pain subsided and Betty felt a warm, full heat fill her entire core

“Move juggie.” She moaned, his eyes snapping to hers to make sure.

“Move.” She ordered, bringing her hips to rise and fall as he inhaled sharply, his eyes widening at the sensation.

It was fast for both of them, Betty never even took off her bra, Jugheads hands found their way underneath the pink lace. Betty came first, a quick twist of her boyfriends hips and she was seeing stars, Jughead following closely behind screaming Betty’s name so loud he was certain the entire Southside had heard it.

They lay together afterwards, content to hold each other in the quiet, Jughead breathing in the vanilla of his loves hair as she drew circles on his bare chest.

“Thankyou” she whispered dreamily “that was perfect. Everything I could have ever wanted”

Jughead pulled away slowly
“No Juliet, thank you. You don’t know what you mean to me, what this means to me.” His voice was thick with emotion and Betty reached up to cup his face, as he was bending down to drop a kiss to her lips a knock on the door knocked them both out of the moment.

“Who could that be?”

anonymous asked:

Hello, yes, hi, I recently found your art and account and I love what you do. I'm turning 14 in April and I've asked for a drawing pad, but I have no idea how to use one as of yet. Have you got any tips or anything? Because I've wanted to try digital art for a while and your art makes me want to even more lmao. Thanks! - B.A.

BOI OH BOI DO I GOT SOME TIPS FOR U <3

(I’m not sure what kind of comp you’re going to be using, so I’ll list for both.)

FIRST: Drawing Programs; the free and the great.

-Firealpaca: Lightweight drawing program. I draw Recovery using this! It’s easy on the RAM if you have a weak comp/are paranoid about yours like I am, it is mainly for basic comic making, and has all the basic brushes you need (pen/pencil/airbrush/symmetry/etc). You can add your own brushes as well but they’re p basic settings. Has basic Animation/Gif making as well using Onion Mode! Layout is a piece of cake. Please note that If you leave it open for a week it’ll crash on you, even if you haven’t anything on it at the moment, and sometimes the brush sensitivity just stops working so you just have to close and then open it again. (Also I have no idea how to update it aside from deleting it completely and just downloading the new version from scratch, so thats a thing.) Mac/Windows

-MedibangPaint: This is basically FireAlpaca But Better. Has tons of screen tones, brush patterns, and tools. I don’t use it much because I’m used to FA’s layout and get confused with the the placement of tools in here, so if you can I highly suggest just going with this first. Also has basic animation/gif making! Has storage for the website as well, and you can upload more preset brushes. It’s v anime. This program has waaay more in terms of basically everything, so it just takes more RAM. NBD, you don’t have to have every brush downloaded from the storage ^u^. Mac/Windows

-Clip Studio Paint: Okay this one isn’t free, it’s a pricey one, HOWEVER once a year they take the price way fuckin down by at least 75%. Sign up for the email list and it’ll let you know when that precious day comes. It’s how I got it @u@, around christmastime? This program is basically MedibangPaint On Steroids. I do all of my digital-yet-tradition-style-painting on here! The brushes all have some neat af settings to play with, you can make your own brushes, has tons of screen tones, pre-made panels, and settings. You can save projects as basically anything you need, is a hardy program that almost never crashes, and It’ll take a nice chunk of space on your comp depending on how much memory you have but hey, its worth it. It’s much more complex layout-wise than the other two here, but you get used to it after playing around and watching tutorials haha.

-Mischief: It’s a 25$ app, has like four brushes and five layers only but is vector-based with an endless canvas. Not really worth having unless you like the vector thing. UP TO YOU. I spent forever with this one doing all that homestuck stuff, so it’s not really bad so much as it is a basic bitch. Mac

-MyPaint: I used this a bunch when I still did digital art on my windows laptop before I upgraded to a Mac. It’s easy on the comp and has plenty of brushes and settings. You can also get brush packages if you don’t feel like you have enough that comes with the program! Also has endless canvas; pretty sure you can just select an area and then export as is. I barely remember the rest but It’s pretty great. Windows/MacPorts(which I hate)

-GIMP: I hate this thing. I cannot figure it out for the life of me. It’s got loads of shit though, can handle layers, has plenty of brushes, and can do basic animation/gifs if you ever figure it out. Windows/mac

I’ve heard good things from paint tool SAI and Krita as well, but have never used them myself.

***You can always pay through the nose/use a student discount for the photoshop series and pay that shit monthly, those fuckers have literally everything, but I am a cheap college kid making minimum wage with a car payment; I’d rather just pay once/not at all.

TABLETS: treat that shit like a newborn babe 24/7

-I have literally only ever owned a Wacom Intuos4. It has lasted me six years, and at least five moves across many miles. I broke one of the cord ports the day I opened it by holding it wrong, have one left, and now treat it like it’s going to die if the cord moves badly. Please be aware that if you break both ports, you better either sodder it back together yourself or upgrade to smth else because it costs about as much as the tablet itself was bought at to be fixed. Good news, though, it comes with at least six extra pen nibs, has programable buttons on the side (that I have never bothered to use) and a scroll bar in case you’re too lazy to use the keyboard (…I don’t really use that either unless I’m just scrolling through tumblr LMFAO).

-I would die for a Cintiq.

HOT TIPS: its useful.

-most of the programs listed use the same keyboard shortcuts. MEMORIZE THEM. It’s pretty easy, since you’ll use em a lot. [cntrl/cmmd+T] lets you resize what you just drew on that layer, and [cntrl/cmmd+z] is undo. I use those the most, for obvious reasons.

-vector-based programs are pretty great because when you resize an image it looks prefect. You can’t do that with a program that isn’t, so I just resize the base roughdraft and draw the lineart again on the layer above so I don’t get weird JPEG quality lines.

-You can use a ruler with your tablet, just slap it on and go, but honestly most programs have settings for that. just use those.

-You can also trace stuff on your tablet, so long as the paper isn’t too thick. I just scan/take a photo and then open it up in the program, though. much easier.

-SAVE CONSTANTLY. Art programs like to crash on you, even when they’re hardy and you have a good comp. make it a habit to quick save your work.

-Use a desk and have good posture. You’ll be able to draw a hell of a lot longer if you do. I personally keep fucking up my knees by sitting on my legs as I work out of habit, and don’t actually have a desk chair. Keep your screen at eye level and at a fair distance to prevent eyestrain and also neck-strain haha

-Chances are you won’t be used to the tablet right away. Most places you buy from say it’ll take a couple of months to get used to how weird it is to draw while not looking at your own hand, so don’t be frustrated If your drawings look a bit off at first.

-if you draw at least one thing every day, by the end of the year you’ll have improved exponentially. I literally made this blog to make myself draw once a day.

-don’t be afraid to check out speedpaints and tutorials. It’s always good to get more familiar with the program you’re using and new techniques previously unconsidered.

-get familiar with clipping layers. They are insanely useful; you clip one layer to the one below and then when you draw it only shows up on the drawing of that layer below. Shit is a godsend if you’re bad at coloring in the lines/lazy. The bucket tool is also really useful, and you can adjust the expansion by pixel so you don’t miss anything between the lines.

-experiment with your brushes, shit be fun af

-warmup your wrists before and after drawing. prevent swollen veins and such. dont want hand pain/numbness, its reaaaaally bad.

—basically if your hands hurt stop for the day.

-PNGS are for internet, JPEGS are for printing/fucking with quality (cough hack homestuck)

-resolution doesn’t have to be much more than 350 dpi if its just going to be on a webpage. Maximize that shit if you’re going to be printing, though. Especially if you put stuff on redbubble.

-DeviantArt has this thing called Sta.sh where you can dump art, keep it in perfect quality and just share it with certain people with a link instead of all of the website. Great for storing commission pieces, its the only reason I have DA in the first place.

-you get a different audience depending on what site you use for posting art, so keep that in mind for the kind of feedback you want.

-after awhile of drawing using a tablet, you may lose patience/forget that in traditional art there isn’t an undo button lmfao It’s cool; you don’t have to choose one over the other or anything.

-Honestly you can work around almost anything. You just invent new ways and techniques for yourself and you’ll do just fine.

Aaaaand that’s all I got for today! Thanks for sticking around <3

JJP angsty film student AU

•mhm Kay so Jinyoung is a theater/ acting major
•Jaebum is a film major
•their arts school requires that one actor and one filmmaker pair up for their final graduation requirement of making a short film
•the school randomly pairs people up
•thus Jaebum and Jinyoung are paired up
•but Jinyoung is sweet and bubbly and sarcastic
•Jaebum is stiff and soft and quiet
•they fight about everything
•What will their topic be? How do they film it? Who do they include?
•they get nothing done for weeks because they can’t stand to be in the same room
•then Jinyoung finds out that Jaebum loves artsy noir films from the 1990’s (or any other oddly specific movie genre)
•he brings it up at their next meeting (they have to track progress, so they meet for 15 minutes every Thursday to see if they still can’t agree and then say they’ve been working)
•they discover that they have the same opinions on said movie genre
•Jinyoung almost busts a lung while spewing off all his theories and thoughts and ideas
•and Jaebum nods in agreement
•so they plan to watch their favorite oddly specific movie together
•it’s the only thing they discuss for days
•rinse. wash. repeat. the cycle of movies doesn’t end
•then Jaebum suggests they should attempt to make one themselves, despite it not being from the 90’s
•and Jinyoung totally agrees
•but they can’t agree on a topic
•Jinyoung thinks maybe they should remake something
•Jaebum wants something new
•they start to argue again
•then a professor who has overheard what’s going on sits them in a room and gives them a character analysis sheet
•the professor instructs them to answer it about themselves without lying
•when they’re done, the profesor take the papers and draws a Venn diagram on the board
•"You two need to find a common ground.“ The profesor says, then starts filling in the chart
•there’s three things in the middle overlap:
1. 90’s artsy noir films
2. Wanting to graduate
3. They’re gay
•"Looks like you’ve found your topic.” the profesor states, then leaves
•Jinyoung and Jaebum just sit there, staring at the board
•"Sooooo, are we going to-?“ Jinyoung asks
•"No.” Jaebum gets up and leaves, the door slamming behind him.
•It feels like all the air has been punched out of Jinyoung
•they were finally getting along and it was great and he was so happy to find someone with his same passion
•so he rambles to his roommate Mark about it
•Lucky for Jinyoung, Mark is best friends with Jaebum’s roommate, Jackson
•and Jackson tells Jinyoung that Jaebum is so far in the closet that he’s stuck in Narnia because of a certain childhood incident that he doesn’t know the details of
•so deciding to even poke the topic with a 10 foot pole is not okay for Jaebum
•Jinyoung feels awful and decides he’ll discuss it with Jaebum at their Thursday meet up
•Jaebum doesn’t show up
•he actually doesn’t show up for an entire month
•then when he does, he explains he has a plot
•a full three hours and two small arguments later, Jinyoung and Jaebum have a well baked plot
•they plan to film next week
•a month into crafting their artsy masterpiece and they’re looking at filters
•Jinyoung leans over Jaebum to point out an alternative filter
•Jaebum turns his head and damn near kisses Jinyoung
•they both freeze and Jinyoung returns to his original position
•further into the filming, Jaebum adjusts Jinyoung’s tie and they meet eyes then both look away
•these little moments keep happening and inside jokes keep forming (*squeaky voice* no it’s sepia three, Jaebum!) and they’re bonding over their differences
•then they get to a certain kiss scene
•Jaebum refuses to have anyone else helping that day
•he’s so freaking nervous
•Jinyoung laughs it off, “It’s just acting, Jaebum.”
•they manage do it after a few messes up takes and Jaebum is shook because all of his feelings cave in on each other
•they never really mention it and Jinyoung doesn’t come in for editing
•on the final two weeks before the due date, Jinyoung and Jaebum are spending every moment together trying to get it as beautifully edited as possible
•like Jackson is essentially Mark’s roommate now
•the last night in and Jaebum and Jinyoung watch the complete film
•they keep quoting it by heart
•Then Jinyoung looks over, just before the kiss scene, and says, “This isn’t just acting.”
•he pulls Jaebum in an gives him
another earth-shattering, heart-pounding kiss
•the makeout session continues until the end
•Jaebum breaks it up by saying, “Well I guess we’ll have to rewatch the end.”
•Jinyoung smiles back at him and says, “No, I like this one better.”

anonymous asked:

Kanej + first kiss

i was tempted just to rewrite the scene where kaz kisses her neck in crooked kingdom, but then decided against it. also: this is longer than i intended, so i apologize. read on ao3

When she leaves, Kaz rarely sees her off. He’s not one for goodbyes—especially ones that are only temporary, that feel hollow even if there’s the fact that somewhere deep inside of him, hidden in some concealed orifice, he knows that it could be the last he sees of Inej. He fights with that part of himself often, argues that the girl who’s proven herself repeatedly could find a way out of any situation she got into.

And every few months, when her ship docks itself at Berth twenty-two and those six quick bells ring out, when she quietly slips into his office and onto his bed while he sits at his desk, when she lies on his sheets staring at the ceiling and he’s glancing at her form to ensure she’s unharmed, his belief in her and her skills is confirmed. They don’t talk much, but he can’t help the smile that will sneak its way onto his face as she tells him of her trials on the sea, of the men and women and children she’s saved, of the men and women she’s killed to free them.

He wonders how many nights she’s spent awake in the underbelly of her ship, prayers spilling from her lips for the lives she’s taken.

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anonymous asked:

i know its nice being ship friendly and stuff but SOMEONE'S POINTING A GUN AT YOU, THEY HATE LEVIHAN AND THEY'RE GONNA KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T CONVINCE THEM OTHERWISE, YOU GOTTA DEFEND LEVIHAN WITH YOUR LIFE, WHAT'D YOU SAY? GO!

You know, that’s a really weird murderer. Anyway, THIS IS FUN! Honestly, i’d be dead already, because i don’t really care about convincing anyone when it comes to shipping. Before i start, i’m gonna state that ANYTHING I’LL SAY HERE IS BECAUSE I’M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE, DON’T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONAL, GUYS. These will be pretty much the reasons why i ship them. The first part is a bunch of “objective” reasons (well as objective as it can get, because shipping can’t be a totally objective thing) and the other one is personal, so is up to you when to stop reading this. I apologize in advance for my English.

1)      Levi and Hanji are both really interesting and complex characters. He isn’t just a typical shonen badass guy and she’s not a typical crazy scientist. Levi is actually , from my pov, the most caring and selfless character of all SnK, he literally sacrifices himself over and over for the sake of others. Hanji isn’t just this sweet cheerful character, she has a mesmerizing willpower, nothing can stop her.

2)      They complement each other amazingly. They are both strong and smart, but in different ways. Any virtue that Levi doesn’t have, Hanji has it. Every flaw that Hanji has, Levi doesn’t. And they share two really important virtues, which are the foundation of any healthy relationship: they are both so loyal and passionate. They are literally willing to give up their lives for the people they love.

3)      THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO FUN TO READ/WATCH. You just know that, whenever they are together, something great is going to happen. There’s something refreshing about them, about their bickering, about the way they work together, about the way they care about each other so deeply.

4)      I think nobody can understand them more than each other. They have experienced similar things as soldiers, they have lost people they love countless times. I bet they could be sharing each other stories all night long, reminiscing all of those good times with Moblit, Erwin and their old squads.

5)      Okay, i won’t force my ship to anyone, but since i’m fighting for my life here, i’ll say i think there are actual canon hints for Levihan. Like the “Levi bathes Hanji” thing, the “we tell each other everything” thing (don’t u dare telling me Hanji clearly said they’re just friends, cuz isn’t that what every Levihan shipper has as a headcanon? The idea of them not admitting their true feelings and say “we’re just friends” ‘cause they’re both awkward dorks), their interaction in ACWNR, their interaction in Shingeki! Chuugakkou, and the “Levihan is similar to Eremika” thing. It’s up to you, random killer, to decide if that means romance or not.

6)      I hate to fangirl here, but HAVE U SEEN THEM? They are both beautiful and would have babies as beautiful and brilliant as them. What a blessing. I love drawing them so much because their character design is gorgeous. Levi with his cold colors and Hanji with the warm colors, they even complement each other in that aspect.

7)      The Levihan fandom is amazing. Besides the fact that there’s no drama and everyone is so kind, I’m pretty sure this is the ship with the funniest fan art. Even the most serious person would smirk even a little bit while scrolling through the Levihan tag. I mean, we’re all about the laughs. All of the other ships usually focus on the classic romantic stuff (i say “classic” , because from my pov there’s nothing more romantic than the OTP having fun ❤). With Levihan, you’ll get from the most intense fan art to the most ridiculous headcanon, it’s so much fun. Some Levihan artists are pretty well known among non Levihan shippers because of that same reason, like @alemanriq, @trash-god or @drinkyourfuckingmilk . I mean, really, if you’re feeling down and need to cheer up a bit, they’re the way to go.

One of the main arguments people have against Levihan is that they’re too different, so it wouldn’t work. They even go as far as saying that Levi doesn’t really care that much about Hanji. My first response is that both Hanji and Levi are highly misunderstood characters. We don’t have to let our personal experience makes us decide what is love and what isn’t. We all show our love in very different ways.

Now heres my second argument to that idea and this is gonna get personal. If you don’t wanna read about my life, skip this.

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“No, you don’t come any closer! I’m still mad at you,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

“I know you are,” he starts, drawing nearer to me despite my disapproval.

I turn and begin walking away from him, hoping my message comes across stronger.
Mid escape, I feel two arms slip between my arms and around my waist, pulling me closer to this captor. I try wriggle my way out of his arms, growling, “This isn’t the part where I just magically forgive you by a touch, like every fucking movie ever, Aiden.” He hugs me tighter and my attempt to break free does not bode victoriously for me.

“Lauren, I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Oh, okay, you’re sorry. Me too,” I mutter, trying another time to leave his arms. God, if only he wasn’t so fucking built. Curse my amazing taste.

He continues. “I’m sorry for not realizing much sooner-”

“-and for being so dense,” I cut in.

“I’m sorry for reacting the wrong way, for being-”

“-so flippant with words.”

His hot breath tickles the nape of my neck, just before he rests his chin on my shoulder. I don’t bother pushing him away this time.

“And I’m sorry for hurting you, for being so stupid-”

“and-” before I can finish for him, he speaks up again.

“and for being a goddamn, idiotic bastard.”

“You can say that again,” I mutter.

I feel his body move back. “I am a goddamn, idiotic bastard,” he confidently states. “For hurting you the way I had.”

In other circumstances, I’d have probably laughed at him, but as of now, I can only find it scoff worthy.

“Lauren, I know you’re mad at me; I’m mad at me too. I’m not asking you to forgive me, but I want you to know that I know I’ve done wrong. To understand that I’ve been sitting alone in my room thinking about it a million and one times, and how I should have done better. How I should have been more considerate toward you and what you hold dearly. That I don’t have to relate to it to understand it- that I don’t need to understand it to respect it. God, I love you, Lauren Resmick, and I’m sorry for hurting you like that. Just… tell me what you want, Laur.”

For once, out of this whole angry scene, I can feel the arrhythmic breathing on my back - the occasional shudders of his inhales and exhales. I look down at his arms affectionately hugging around me and wish he’d responded like this instead of the lash-out. I wish instead of “I’m sorry,” was an “I understand,” earlier, to avoid this whole thing. I subconsciously grip his arms, different wantings stirring in the pit of my stomach; but, from this, I remind myself I only want one - Aiden.

I slowly turn around, his arms still encircling me. I look up into his grey eyes, the ones I’ve always looked to for comfort, and never once thought I would find myself turning away from, as though they were two clouds of storm. Now, they soothe again. They tell me, “The thunder has settled; dance in the rain.”

My lips quiver as I try to find my voice, his answer. I bring both of my lips in, in attempt to stop their unhelpful shaking. At last, they cease and in a whisper I answer, “You.”

His eyes soften more than what I thought what was the extent of his former gaze. I find myself on my toes, leaning into him, and, soon, him into me. With one last second of space between us, our lips reunite. At first, it is as a lullaby, but it deepens into a much more passionate one. It’s as a bloody war has finally ended, and the soldier comes home to his waiting wife, where they share a love expressing their desperate patience through it all.

I have no break to take a breath as our mouths are locked together, seemingly throwing away the key. And as the kiss goes on for what seems like forever, I notice we haven’t once closed our eyes.

—  E.G. // We have been through peace, chaos, and revitalization, and our eyes have stayed wide open - we’ve stayed looking at each other through it all.
With All Due Respect, Captain (Part 2)

summary: After getting passed over for a promotion you’ve been wanting for so long, you turn to your best friend for comfort, but things change for the both of you when you find out the truth behind your rejected application.

characters: (Steve Rogers x Reader (F)) In this part - Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, mentions of Reader (F), and Natasha
word count: 1495 (3-part miniseries)
warnings: mild violence, cursing, mild angst
A/N: Oh man, I loved writing this part. It’s Bucky to the rescue! Where the hell would Steve be without him, honestly?  Yes, I’m taking requests for Steve or Bucky! Tags are open too :)

PART 1

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“There he is!“ 

Bucky declares with mock enthusiasm as he takes his gym bag off his shoulder and tosses it to the side. He makes his way towards the center of the vast training area where his best friend was aggressively going at a punching bag. There was already sand covering the floor from five of the fallen victims of an angry Steve Rogers.

"If it isn’t Captain Fucking Self-Righteous. You know, I’ve been looking for him. Been meaning to have a word with him, but he always gets away.” Bucky’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, and Steve wasn’t a fan of it.

“Not now, Buck.” Steve grunts, landing another harsh blow on the bag that causes it to fall off its hinge and slide across the floor to rest with the others.

“Nobody tells him what to do,” Bucky continues, completely unfazed by the sharp glare he’s receiving, “Why, you ask? Because he doesn’t care about other people’s feelings!

"That’s enough.” Steve growls, turning his back on his friend to drag another heavy bag and hang it on the swaying hinge.

“No, Steve.” Bucky matches his tone and puffs his chest out, “You’re not getting away this time. We are going to talk about this now.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi uhmm... could you make a scenario or imagine or hc (whatever you like) where Oikawa, Tsukishima and Kuroo have a tall s/o but not super tall, maybe like 5'7 to 5'9. I specifically asked for them because I always read about them teasing their short s/o. Dont get me wrong I love it but I'm like "What about the tall girls? They need love too!". Just sayin' ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. hope you could write this <3

Oh, Anon, you are preaching to the choir! Tall girls are always looked over and I think when I write (even though I am nearly 6 feet tall myself) society has imprinted this idea of what is desirable in another person - for both men and women. So, even though I myself am tall, I’m writing for the rest of society who, unfortunately, is not always accepting of those that are outside of what is ‘pretty’. I even dated a dude who didn’t like it when I wore heels because being so tall made me look ‘masculine’?

Everyone! Ditch the one who makes you feel like you’re not beautiful the exact way that you are! They are not worth your time, because there is someone out there who will love every single flaw you own!

(Sorry, that’s just rambling, but if you wanna know a great insight on this but with the example of race and ethnicity, you should check out the TED talk by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. She give a wonderful example of how these sorts of things have impacted her writing since she was a small girl.)

Anyway! Back to these lovely boys!


Her legs were his favorite thing about her, especially when they stretched out over the expanse of his bed on full display. Oikawa’s eyes always started their journey at her feet which tapped and bounced with whatever melody was going through her mind at the moment, before beginning to trail up over her ankles and to her calves. When his gaze got to her knees, he purposefully slowed them, allowing them to slowly tip over the edge before dancing along the fleshy thighs. He stopped only when he reached her hips at which point he returning, traveling over the length of them again.

He took his time, taking in the smooth skin, fingers twitching at his sides but remaining where they were, touching was for later. Admiring of those long legs came first and only when she turned to catch him staring did he move. Standing from his desk seat, Oikawa crossed the short distance that separated them, his knee pressing into his bed as he leaned over her. Buzzing fingertips finally met with the flesh he had been admiring, drawing them carefully over the expanse of skin as he brought his mouth to hers. As they drew closer and her thighs parted to bring them around his waist, Oikawa knew he would never tire of those legs.


When she had originally asked him if he would be okay with her hearing heels, Tsukishima wouldn’t deny he wasn’t very fond of the idea, but he wasn’t going to tell her no. She was already tall compared to other girls and she would be close to being taller than him depending on how high the heels were. He didn’t want her taller than him.

Of course, he would never tell her that. And he would definitely never say those words when he saw her in those shoes for the first time, meeting eye level with her. And, holy shit, how wrong he was.

She smiled brightly at him upon seeing his surprised expression, his eyes wasting no time with trailing her over from head to toe. His hand rose to rest upon her hip, which was now adjacent to his own, as he brought their bodies closer together. A smile tugged at his own lips when he leaned forward in slightest to ghost his mouth over her exposed neck.

He could definitely get used to this.


She looked so good next to him. It was something Kuroo was very proud to say every chance he could. Events, pictures, whatever it was he always enjoyed how easily his hand slid across the small of her back to rest upon her hip that was just barely below his own. It was the way her head could rest against his shoulder and his on top of her head without having to adjust.

Everything with her was easy. Not only the cuddles and the kisses, but also the laughter, the teasing, the love. And she always looked great from head to toe, long limbs that stretched on forever; Kenma has heard far too much about how much his childhood friend loves those limbs wrapped around him, encompassing home entirely.

She leaned then to kiss him chastely and he couldn’t help but smile widely at her, because, yeah, this girl was everything.

maple-maypole  asked:

(1) So! A new kid moves to Salt Middle School. This is one of those kids that will analyze the shit outta everyone. "8:35am, day 13. today ___ was very quiet and looked kinda sad. Maybe he just overslept and got yelled at bc of it (evidence: coffee and yawning) If it gets worse I'll talk to him." & "2:07pm, day 8: Today ___ asked ___ out during math class. Dude's got some balls and no chill whatsoever." kinda thing.

How dare you, now I have yet another OC that I’ll never be able to use for anything else ever again! T-T

Also shut up your English is perfect and this prompt is amazing, I loved it so much and I love you, thank you!

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Going Native

Kenshin can’t help but stare.

Which, okay, is not exactly news. He stares a lot, all the time, at people and things he finds interesting. It usually doesn’t feel particularly rude - but in this instance, there is the unfamiliar thought nudging at the back of his mind to look away and leave it be. He’s not sure what to make of it.

The math lesson drowns on around him while he flips through his notes, the ones that concern themselves with anything but the actual subject matter of the class, and searches for any previous mention of that particular student.

Kageyama, is it? He honestly isn’t even sure about the name. Kenshin has been in this class for a month now and apparently there has not been a single noteworthy thing about this guy before today.

(And Kenshin wrote it down when Hiroki brought a cucumber sandwich instead of his customary tomato one. So Kageyama has literally been less interesting than a cucumber sandwich this whole time.)

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maha-ya  asked:

I saw your drawing of Uneo from Koe no Katachi. I'm wondering why you love her, she's such a bitch I thought no one can love her. I'm interested in your point of view.

Alright. There have also been several questions towards me in the actual post, and since you asked me seriously, I’ll finally answer seriously.

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anonymous asked:

any tips for drawing in general?

ye loads,

  • art is hard and takes time, don’t push yourself too hard and take things at your own pace. art isn’t a race and shouldn’t be treated as such
  • do it every day
  • comparing yourself/your work speed/your style to someone else is a WASTE OF YOUR DANG TIME DON’T DO IT just do you, whether your a fast worker or slow worker. again, art takes time 
  • some people are faster or better than you at some aspects of art and that’s just A Fact bc hey, everyone is different but you should learn from them, instead of hating them or givin up (it’s hard I know)
  • everyone learns at their own pace, don’t worry. you’re fine <3
  • GESTURE SKETCHES WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE FUCKIN DO THEM
  • no art program is superior to the other it literally doesn’t matter which one(s) you use. if it’s comfy for you, then keep using it
  • DRAWING TO PLEASE OTHER PEOPLE IS BOTH GOOD AND BAD draw for yourself first and foremost tho and put other people on the back burner always
  • im serious draw every day..even if it’s something you’re not proud of or don’t like KEEP IT FOR LATER U WILL NEED IT
  • playing with brush settings is always neat
  • going out of your comfort zone is also pretty cool but it’s also hard, don’t worry about it too much
  • yes tracing images for practice and help is good and dont let anyone tell you otherwise
  • yes uploading traced images and passing them off as your own is shitty and bad don’t do that
  • yes photography counts as art/other people’s work 
  • no, it’s not okay to use without credit just because it’s on google
  • don’t be a shitlord
  • anyways,
  • draw multiple times a day it helps. rlly
  • watch lots of streams and art videos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • take a sketchbook with you everywhere if you’re easily inspired like me
  • don’t be afraid to take criticism, constructive (emphasis on constructive) criticism, both from artists and non-artists, is extremely helpful and valuable info to help you better your stuff
  • don’t worry if you don’t feel like drawing for a few days or even months. we all have dry spells. that doesn’t make you any less of an artist. you deserve to rest every now and then <3
  • TAKE BREAKS, FUCK
  • save at least 5 times, even if u think u saved, save anyways
  • working with a timer can be really helpful if you have ADHD like me (or OCD, as my ocd makes me hyper aware of how i’m spending my time and if i’m wasting it or not ksndflf)
  • switch up the bg noise from time to time, it helps
  • stepping away HELPS A TON TOO
  • sometimes narrating what you’re doing helps (i commentate myself drawing constantly and it does wonders sometimes)
  • all the art “rules” you hear about are just suggestions. seriously. don’t take them too seriously or try to break your wrist trying to follow them exactly
  • break every art rule you can holy shit
  • save your old work so that you can learn from it
  • you do need to have some of the “basic fundamentals” down to start with but don’t murder yourself trying to adhere to PERFECT ANATOMY (unless that’s what u want in your style then go for it!)
  • it’s okay for your style to change throughout the years. my style has changed every year and multiple times throughout each year LOL
  • do your best and never give up <3

anonymous asked:

Okay I swear your artwork is amazing like literally, you are now one of my top five favorite artists on Tumblr. Also, I saw that you sometimes answer requests? If you do, could you please (like I'm begging on my knees please) draw Demon!Sam and Angel!Dean just going out for a really cheesy date? (The more bad puns the better). Thanks for reading this! Have a nice day!

Dean frowned.

Why?

Because, Sam - although being taken on a perfectly cheesy, romantic, share-a-fucking-milkshake date - was frowning, glaring down at his hand and staring solemnly at the ketchup as if it was the one to fling him from heaven.  Dean found the whole brooding thing quite offensive, and propped one naked foot onto the booth seats and leaned further into his brother.

“Hey, uh, Mister Tall, Dark, and Handsome, what’s with the long face?”  He asked, laying his head on Sam’s shoulder and Sam gave him a passive side glance.  The demon proceeded to then have the audacity to look around the mostly empty diner, as if Dean could have possibly been speaking to someone else.

“Yeah, you - the only ‘Tall, Dark, and Handsome’ around,” when assured he had Sam’s attention, he continued, although the demon looked to still only be half listening, “I have you here on this awesomely romantic, classic milk shake date, and you’re still all this.”  And with that word he gestured to his face, to the faux grim frown, and Sam’s eyebrow quirked.

“What ever do you mean?”  Sam drawled, resting his cheek on one fist and Dean found that better than Broody-Mc-Pouty-face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not here for the last thirty minutes of me babbling about how weird human toes were?  Because I was legit doing that.  Hell - you agreed to paint my nails, and to let me braid your hair you were so distracted.”  Dean said, threw one hand out in exasperation, and Sam chuckled.  Improvement, at least.

“I was just thinking on how to rid myself of one certain destroyer of my ‘bad assery’.”  Sam quoted Dean’s previous words, and Dean gave him an amused glance.

“Oh, yeah?”  Dean asked, looking up into Sam’s black eyes - he noted how Sam stopped hiding them now, and that was something that made Dean’s heart flip more times than necessary - and Sam shot him a small smirk.

“Yeah, I figured if I’m to go all out, I need to really perfect my image.”

“Dye your hair black, that’ll help.”

Sam seemed to ponder that a moment, looking up to the ceiling and Dean near giggled at the serious look of contemplation.  “There’s a thought.”  Sam finally said, stroking his chin and Dean turned onto his knees, leaning over into Dean’s lap and hands resting on Sam’s knees.

“Oh, maybe file your teeth too, get them pointy - also, why not we get you some tear drop tattoos?”

“Black lipstick?”  Sam shot back, and Dean nodded with a hissed laugh.

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.  You’ll be on everyone’s fuck list.”

“Hm…”  Sam stroked his chin again, “well if I’m going all out then shouldn’t you do so as well?”  Sam eyed him, and Dean quirked a brow.

“Aren’t I already?  I mean, look at this face - totally innocuous and trustworthy.”

“Yes, but..”  Sam leaned forward, tracing Dean’s lips and cheeks.  “Why not a little bit of pink lipstick, maybe some rosy red blush for your nose and cheeks - become a pretty princess to stand for the ‘truly good’.”  Sam quoted that, scoffing, and Dean personally felt that one.  

Seemed these days the ‘good guys’ were all sorts of assholes.

“Okay, but - then you hafta’ buy yourself a nice leather outfit, complete with chains and choker.”  Dean said, eyeing Sam and trying - and failing miserably - to picture Sam in a gaudy trench coat littered with chains and upside down crosses.

“Then you’ll have to put on a nice, frilly pink dress.”

“Fuck you, I’d look fabulous.  You’d look like a giant poser dork.”

Sam pulled a face, thought a moment, then nodded, agreeing.  “You have a point, there.”

“Course’ I do, I’m always sorta right, in case you haven’t noticed.”  Dean said, tossing an old, soggy fry at Sam’s face and laughing when the demon threw a projectile of his own - a fry that had sat out even longer than Dean’s, resting so elegantly in the liquid that steadily perspired from their milkshake.

“Oh - yes, you’ve never been wrong before - that’s why your garrison almost caught you with me when you decided going to a fucking church to have your weird fantasies play out was a good idea.”  Sam hissed through his teeth, playfully glaring down at Dean and Dean couldn’t rebuttal that one as well as he would’ve liked to.  His face flared red, ears burning and he looked to the side, glaring a moment at the lovely family seated some tables away from them.

They all looked to be having such a nice time, perfect wife, perfect husband, perfect two kids and whatever amount on the way, and Dean childishly stuck his tongue out at the youngest child when it stopped smashing it’s pancakes with grubby fingers to look at them with wide eyes.

“Hey, Dean, you know I’m messing with you, right?”  Sam said, face worried and Dean turned to look back at him with a reddened face and mix of playful hurt.

“B-but, Sammy, you know I don’t kink shame you, a-and the thought that you -” he broke off there, pitching his tone high and stuttering for effect only to have the demon give him an unimpressed curve of brow.

“You’ll have to do better than that.”  Sam deadpanned and Dean’s face instantly turned sour, puckering his lips in a pout.

“What if I cry?”

“I’ll salt your wounds.”  Sam gestured dangerously to the salt sitting all innocent like on the table and Dean gulped, flopping onto Sam’s lap fully now and finding comfort in the dark trap between table and Sam’s jean clad thighs.

“Spoil sport.”

“Kinky fucker.”

“You’re kinkier.”  Dean shot back, all childlike-eloquence, and Sam could only shrug a shoulder at that.

“You got me there.”

“Yeah, and you got me here right now, so let’s go back to discussing how exactly I’m going to braid your pretty hair.”

“I didn’t agree to that-”

Oh, but you did, now, do you want the dutch braid, or the french braid?”

“Neither.”

Dean just grinned devilishly, because Sam had to rest his eyes sometimes - humans had some things down correctly, and sleep was pretty bad ass when you needed a break from heaven-hell politics.

And the second Sam deemed it time to take a break?  Dean would so be ready with the perfect tutorials to have Sam waking the prettiest demon of the bunch.

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Over time

Title: Over time

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: angst

Summary: Lucifer comes to see you after being away for an unusual long time. The two of you have an overdue conversation.

Request: Hey 😊 could I request a reader x lucifer where his wings are injured and he tries to hide it from the reader because he doesn’t want to seem weak, and she ends up helping patch him up? Thanks!

A/n: I tried with the request but I guess I got side tracked. Not sure if this full fills it. Let me know if you wanted something different and I try again ^^


“Lucifer?” Your voice was carful as you put your hand on the devils shoulder. He had been sitting on your sofa for a couple of hours, altering between staring at the wall and the floor. Something was clearly off but he wouldn’t talk. No matter how often you carefully called out his name and asked, he would just keep staring. It was unnerving, something you never had seen before in the usually more short tempered angel. You could handle his hissy fits by now, but this was new and you didn’t know how to deal with this side of him.

“Talk to me?” You asked softly, feeling him tense up under your touch. Lucifer had been out for a couple of days and this was the first small reaction you got out of him since he got back some hours ago.

“(Y/n)…” his voice sounded cracked like you never heard it before. This wasn’t the powerful carefree angel you had let into your life after he one day turned up out of nowhere. Something had seriously messed with him.

“You know I shouldn’t even be here. Never should have come and never should have stayed” His eyes were focussed on the floor and his body was slumped “But look at me now. A million reason’s to run as far as I can and yet here I am right back.”

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