i put way too much detail into this one

so while im extremely impatiently waiting for my cats & dogs code to arrive, i’ve decided to take a look at my wip again. there was just something that was bothering me a lot but i couldn’t figure it out. when i made the second swatch (havent shown that one yet), it just looked completely off to me. it was too realistic? which doesnt really make sense because i literally use all in-game shots and simlish but ok it looked off. 

and then i saw a screenshot of some newspapers from the new EP and i realised that i was just putting too much detail into it, which made it seem too out of place with the game. and that’s one thing i don’t want. so i decided to ditch the magazine (aw) and redo the newspaper in that style from the EP. i added another envelope, but still kept them in the same style for now, although i might change some little details as well. 

ok i can talk a lot about newspapers n stuff as u can see, but im just way more happy with it now. ok bye bye time to check my inbox every minute to see if my code has arrived yet

justacatwholovessoda  asked:

Since I'm too stupid using tumblr and I don't even know how to change my name lol. I'm so glad I found your blog. Your art are so beautiful. ☺ Btw, how long did you learn anatomy? (Isuckwithitthohuhu)

hello! asdfjk; thank you so much ;o;;; <3 I have been learning/studying anatomy since grade 6 (so 4 years ago??) when I first started drawing in an anime style. I started looking at myself in the mirror and looking at references. Eventually, you notice some patterns in proportions *0* As time progressed, I started paying more and more attention to anatomy and proportions and trying to draw from my mind only at first before searching up references (if I have to). Below are just a few tips from me on how to anatomy *v* But please keep in mind they’re only my suggestions and my findings and they’re not exact and I’m not a professor ahaha

I couldn’t fit all of my knowledge into this drawing, but here are the general base shapes that I draw when I start drawing *7* Of course, human bodies vary, especially in anime, chibi and cartoon styles (and even in real life). These are just my proportions that I follow personally. Whenever you’re drawing from a reference, I always think it’s more beneficial to break it down into shapes. If you don’t get it right the first time, you’re not the only one ahaha

1) the face

there are different proportions for faces;;; I learned that the eye line generally splits the face in half. It doesn’t look like it, but that’s because your hair covers up some of the parts. The lower your eye line, the cuter the picture is generally (that’s why chibis tend to have really low eye lines or eyes really close to mouths). A pet peeve of mine is when people draw hair stuck to the top of the head;;; hair isn’t glued to your head, so give it some poof <3 If you’re drawing a realistic face, the keystone is really important. It’s also important to remember your eyes are dug into your face, so shading around them a bit to give it some form will make it more realistic. I’m mainly focusing on my default style on this tutorial, but I’ve learned realism face proportions before so that’s just a couple tips for drawing realistic faces *7*

2) hands

I’ve been practicing hands for ages asdfjkl; I used to draw them as mitten hands back in the day;;; there’s a lot of tutorials on hand proportions. This is just a small visual diagram I did for my cousin about hands ahaha //she gave up on me halfway though

//this is really off so forgive me OTL hands can also be exaggerated in a lot of cartoon styles like the one on the right. I sometimes enjoy it too much and I exaggerate hand proportions too much ahaha

3) body stuff

it’s all in the first diagram ahaha I’m not going to go into full detail, but I find it useful to draw the general shape (?) of the spine and what I call the nipple line. The way I draw feet is based on the haikyuu ending and I found it quick and easy to draw while it still resembles a shoe kind of *7*

4) putting it into use!

so now that you generally know a bit about anatomy and proportions, use it when you draw *7* Here’s the process for one of my drawings:

here I did a general rough idea sketch along with the composition. I also used perspective lines here just because I suck at perspectives ahaha;;; I kind of just drew a line from viktor’s head to the vanishing point to determine the height of the other characters. Makkachin and the flamingo floatie are part of the blurry foreground. Drawings with a background, middle ground and foreground tend to look prettier as long as you know where to put the focus (usually the middle ground)

I had a bit of trouble with viktor’s arm, so I took a picture of myself. Usually, I take more pictures of myself but surprisingly, I only needed one from this drawing. When you look at references, divide them into shapes and compare the height and all to something else (in this, I compared the height for the arm to where the top of the head is). Even if my arm has barely any muscle, I can still decipher the shapes and I exaggerated them on viktor (for obvious reasons ;^)))

I then do a more defined sketch with all the proportions and just more detail while doing the line art/sketch at the same time. Unfortunately, I merged the layers so you can’t see the line art :’))) But that’s generally how I anatomy. Sometimes I don’t even draw the detailed proportion lines (like above) because I don’t need to ahaha (like for most of the faces and for makkachin).

Eventually, you get something like that but without colour ^^^

and then add some minor details and you get that^^^

the full speedpaint for that drawing is here if you guys want to watch how I draw the sketch and lineart more clearly *0* there’s also awkward pauses near the beginning because at first I didn’t want to take a picture so I kept getting up to go to the mirror. //don’t waste your time, just take a picture

If a pose is too difficult, ask someone to pose for you ahaha or get one of those mini figures //which I wish I had

Sorry for the massive post! ;o;;; lastly, if you meant that you didn’t know how to change your name to anonymous, here’s one way to do it *7*

hope this helped *v*

Red and Gold

Hey guys! Here I am in this situation again. Because I am such a wonderful friend (sarcasm), I missed another birthday. This time, the wonderful Anika at @avengerofyourheart had her birthday, and I was not online…

To make that up to her, I am dedicating this fic to her, as we also celebrate the birthday of our one and only Tony Stark! I hope you like it sweetheart, and happy birthday! (I didn’t go into too much detail with the cake- I didn’t want to make any mistakes!!!)



You sat in your loungeroom, putting the final touches on the wrapping paper. The ribbon was being very stubborn, but so were you, and you finally managed to get it curled. You smiled at it with satisfaction.

Then you heard the ding of the oven, and you made your way to the kitchen, putting on your oven mitts, and removing the cake. You placed it on the rack to cool before icing it.

Today was Tony Stark’s birthday. It hadn’t snuck up on you like birthdays sometimes did, because he was talking about his big party a week in advance.

You would attempt to attend the party that night, but Bucky was still very much in a state of confusion, and you weren’t sure you wanted to be away from him. You thought about him down in the gym with Steve, and smiled. It had been less than a month since you had discovered that Bucky was still alive, and it was still strange to you. Wonderful, but strange.

The cake was ready. You carefully placed it into a container, making sure not to damage the arc reactor icing on the top, and pressed the lid on. Checking the time on the oven, you saw it was 2:30. Perfect.

You took up the cake and gift, and made your way out of the apartment, and up to Tony’s lab. He would still be in there at this time, even on his birthday. You nodded when you heard the sounds of his equipment, and a swear word enter your ear, confirming this.

You knocked awkwardly, trying not to upset the cake. Tony continued his work, so you waited patiently. He had heard you, he just needed a moment to finish whatever it was he was currently doing.

When the door opened, Tony’s face went from one of distracted concentration, to that of a smile. “(Y/N), what brings you here?”

“Well, I thought I’d wish you a happy birthday early,” you replied, lifting the cake and the gift slightly for emphasis.

“Thanks (Y/N)!” he replied, taking the wrapped gift you had held out for him. He ushered you inside, and carefully cleared a space at one of his cluttered work benches. He pulled a stool over for you, and you sat a little awkwardly on it, anxiety beginning to course through you. You were never good at this part.

Tony brought his own stool over, and smiled at you. You felt how happy he was, and your nerves eased slightly.

“Open it,” you prompted gently.

Tony looked at the gift for a moment, and then back at you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait until everyone else is here?”

You shook your head. “I prefer doing this sort of thing one on one. Besides, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to… stay… at the party.”

Tony looked at you, understanding in his eyes. You were worried about the disappointment you were expecting to feel emanate from him, but that never came.

“I’m sorry, Tony. I’m such a bad friend,” you uttered.

“You aren’t a bad friend, (Y/N). You are an amazing friend, and a caring wife. And aside from those things, you must also be so confused about everything.”

Confused was probably a good word to use, but you didn’t confirm his assertion.

“Do you want me to postpone the party? I’m more than happy to,” Tony offered sincerely.

“Oh no, Tony, don’t do that! You’ve been looking forward to this! It’s your birthday!” You replied, frustrated that you had somehow managed to make things difficult, again.

“Alright. But, since you may not come, we’re having a little party together now, OK?”

“OK,” you smiled.

“JARVIS, could you play my party mix, please?” Tony asked.

Of course sir.

The music began to play, and Tony went back to his gift. Your nerves returned as he ripped the paper away. His face was still for a moment, before a large smile flashed across it.

“This looks really comfortable, (Y/N), thank you!” Tony exclaimed, holding the thick, wool jumper up to himself.

“Well, I figured this would be a gift that your elderly Auntie Barnes would make for you,” you replied. You could sense that he liked it, but you still felt silly about your reasoning.

“You made this?”

“Yeah, I made it. I used to knit and sew a lot when I was younger, especially during the war. I haven’t really done it since I woke up, but I guess I’ve still got it,” you explained, twiddling your fingers.

Tony looked at you in awe, and you could sense the affection, when he put the red and gold jumper on. He stood up, and posed like a model might.

“What do you think?”

“It looks wonderful on you, Tony!”

You were happy he liked it. While at first you had intended the gift as a joke, the further you progressed with it, the more you realised you were trying to give Tony a gift a family member might. You wanted him to feel warm and loved.

“Cake next, or dancing?” Tony asked, pulling you out of your reverie.

“Wait. How are we supposed to have cake in here?” You asked, looking around the lab.

“Well, I used to have a no food policy, but Bruce gets so cranky when he’s hungry, and we know how well that could go,” Tony explained, moving to a cupboard and opening it. Inside was a mini fridge, a microwave, a few plates, and some cutlery. “So I had all of this put in.”

He picked up two plates, a knife, and two forks, and returned to his stool. You slid the cake over to him, still in its container, and he pried the lid off, chuckling when he saw the arc reactor design. He looked at you, and raised his eyebrow.

“I was telling Pepper I was going to make you a cake, and she suggested this,” you explained with a small laugh.

“My god, she knows me,” he answered, cutting two slices of the cake as best he could with the knife.

“Wait, what about the wish?” You asked him.

“Oh, I don’t have any candles in here… I have a bunsen burner,” Tony thought out loud.

“Just make a wish. You don’t need fire for that,” you smiled.

“Alright, alright. I wish-”

“Not out loud! You think the wish.”

“Do you believe it’ll make a difference?”

“Not really,” you replied sheepishly. You weren’t sure how you felt about wishing. You had stopped believing a long time ago, but with Bucky back, you weren’t sure. “But it’s tradition.”

“Fine,” Tony huffed. He made his wish, silently, and then gave you a piece of cake. You chatted together as you ate, about all sorts of things.

When you had both finished, Tony stood and held his hand out to you. You looked at him, confused.

“It’s a party, (Y/N),” he sighed. “People dance at parties.”

“Right,” you answered.

You stood as well, and placed your hand in his. He pulled you close, and you danced together.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Tony began. “Aside from the jumper, and cake, you’ve given me the best thing you possibly could today.”

“And what’s that?”

“You’ve made me feel… loved.”

“Of course you’re loved, Tony,” you replied, squeezing his shoulder gently as you kept dancing.

“Please don’t stop… making me feel that way.”

“I won’t.”

You both continued to dance, Tony holding you especially tight, when eventually JARVIS let you know that Bruce was coming. You ended your little party, and you hugged Tony, kissing him on the cheek. You wished you could say the words you longed to say. I love you. But you knew it would make him uncomfortable.

As you left, Tony told you it was ok if you wanted to skip his party that night. “You should be with Metal Man. Besides, I don’t think even my extravaganza tonight could top the party we just had.”

You smiled, thanked him, and left.

Later that night, as you sat with Bucky, helping him through a memory he thought he had, Steve got home from the party.

“How did it go?” You asked.

“Good, good. Loud. Oh, and he wore your jumper all night, (Y/N), and he wouldn’t take it off,” he replied.


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anonymous asked:

I just saw all these posts about Marco being a trans-girl, but I haven't watched all the episodes yet (I'm catching up) but was it actually confirmed? Or is it some... what's the word, theory or head canon? It's nice that people want representation with Marco, but I don't think Marco actually is a trans-girl. (Although what do I know, I'm not in the minds of the creators).

(sorry for the short answer, normally I’d tr to explain it better, but I really have no time today) No, it clealry hasn’t been confirmed, nor anyone from the crew ever said anything about the show wanting to have such themes. Volpe, one of the show’s directors, apparently commented on a post (can’t find the source, sorry) 

“It makes a very good case” and “Even if it only happens symbolically, I’m glad it speaks to you”

And two storyboarders answerd to Asks about LGBT in SVTFOE in a couple of posts (x) (x) (x), basically saying that, sadly, executives say “Not so fast” and it’s hard to put anything in.

It’s definitely a nice headcanon, with a detailed masterpost by user Breastforce, the most active user in the “Trans Marco” scenario. But, in my personal opinion (and, being personal, I can’t be sure about what the writers truly want), there a lot of reaching going on, and too much importance is being given to “Princess Marco” when both instances of it have been forced, in one way or another, by Heinous’ presence, someone who wanted to

Not exactly what I’d call a positive motive behind Marco supposedly embracing his true self.

EDIT - I wrote this super fast, so maybe it wasn’t clear: I’m not saying that the whole theory revolves around something like “Marco wears a dress = he wants to be a girl”, it’s not that shallow. I suggest you to read the masterpost. I really have no time right to properly talk about this without sounding dismissive or harsh, sorry, so I can’t properly explain why, and how, I don’t agree with some of the points made in the post.

Bedtime (Steve, Tony, Natasha, and Bucky)

⚬Steve: You were a sweet little angel to him.  You calmed him down a good amount from you being around him.

A bath came first, including bubbles. You typically gave him a beard most nights. He would lean down and kiss you. “Daddy!” You giggled and shook your head when he did so. He rested his forehead on yours and pecked a kiss to your nose. “Love you Daddy.” You sweetly spoke before yawning. “I love you too, doll, so much.” He said before putting your pajamas on and bringing you to bed.

With good behavior meant another story, if you could stay awake. Steve would take out any story book or make up one to you. Either way you completely enjoyed it. He would use evil and happy voices during the story. Sometimes they included Peggy, Bucky, or some of the Avengers. You ask many questions during thesd stories. Some he would answer with full detail. Some with a vague summery. Some notnat all

Your dad would pull the blankets up to your shoulders, kiss you multiple times, and whispered, “I love you.” Then he would go to his room, knowing you were safe.


Tony had been incredibly different from Captain Rogers. Some nights you were lucky to have your dad tuck you in or say goodnight to you.

Nights that you really wanted your daddy, you make your way to his workshop and stand by the glass with a heartbroken  look. Somehow, Tony felt your stare. Your bottom lip would pop out more and you’d make little grabby hands at him. Your dad would stop, clean his hands, and lead you back to your room as, he held your hand.

“Okay, kid, get into bed.” He would say as you two got there. You obeyed and left your blankets down. “You weaken me up, you know that.” Tony smirked and raised the blankets on you. “Okay, I’m going to go back to work.” He said and started to walk. “Daddy!” You called and he came back to you. “You didn’t tell me a story.” You whined.

He sighed and sat in a nearby chair. “There’s was once this girl called Goldilocks and there were three bears-” “And a chair was broken, a porage was eaten, and she fell asleep in baby bear’s bed.” You complained. “Okay, so you know that story.” Tony concluded. You huffed and did the best eye roll you could do.  Then, Tony told you a kid version of some Avengers battle. Once he thought you were asleep, he would go to your door. “Daddy,” you whispered and he paused, “I love you.” You would finish. “Love you too, Y/N.” He say before going back to his workshop.


She dedicated every chance she got to give to you. It was a little too much of protection at times, but you loved the attention from her.

Natasha made sure you would fall asleep. Especially when you would act up to try to stay awake or to make sure she wouldn’t leave you. That was your greatest fear. Losing her, whenever she was hom and you woke up in the middle of the night, you would sneak into her room. You weren’t prone to nightmares, you just wanted to stay with her and make sure she was still real and there. You wanted her while she was still home.

Even though she abandoned all of her Russian ways, she would sing you a lullabies in the language. You would try your hardest to stay awake and listen to her lovely voice, but it was so lulling. The nights that your struggling to stay awake was working, Natasha would slowly start to sway and rock you.

“Mama, Mama, don’t go.” You whimpered when she laid you down in the bed. “Not yet.” You yawned when she tucked your body under the blankets. “I’m not going anywhere soon, Y/n.” She would say. You grabbed her hand, contact was important to you. You made sure she wasn’t part of a dream. “I love you. Sweet dreams my love.” She would kiss your forehead before slipping away to her bedroom while you slept for the moment.


He was more protective and hovering around you during this time. Bucky didn’t want you to leave his sight.

Around a half hour after dinner, you would start to yawn. Then, you would lay your head on his lap, getting comfortable on him. He sighed and wrapped his metal arm under your thighs and his flesh one up your back and to support your head when he picked you up. You quietly whined. “Shh, doll.” Bucky whispered to you and kissed your forehead.

You tightened your arms around his neck as he carried you to your bedroom. You would lazily help him change you into your pajamas. “Papa,” you muttered and latched back on him. No, you didn’t mind his hovering or protectiveness. “Not tired.” You told him. He chuckled, “Is that why you laid your head on me?” You nodded. He snickered and laid you on your bed, giving you your favorite stuffed animal (or baby blanket.) Bucky gave you a small smile before putting four blankets on top of you. He never wanted his doll to get cold in the night.

“Papa,” you innocently spoke, “Brooklyn story.” You finished with a slight slisp. “You heard them all already, doll.” He replied. “Pwease, I wove them.” You added a pout and a flutter of eyelashes, Aunt Nat taught you well. “Okay,” he gave in and you cheered quietly and snuggled your stuffed animal (or baby blanket.) You never got to the end, but you knew your papa was the hero.

Originally posted by buckybass

anonymous asked:

Hi there. I want my MC to hack or manipulate either a phone into exploding and setting off the fire alarm, or somehow set of the fire alarm. Basically I need the building to evacuate without there being an actual fire, or not one that my MC doesn't remotely cause. Is there any way that I can have that happen? Thanks

Oooh, distraction time! Don’t Try This at Home (or anywhere else for that matter). I’m also not going to go too much into detail in case some clever little bugger decides they want to set off the fire alarm and go home from school early by setting off an exploding phone.

That said, let’s get started.

There’s always setting off a smoke-bomb to trigger the fire alarm, even put it on a timer and hide it in something innocuous, but I don’t suppose that’s quite what you’re looking for if you’ve come here.

Now, did you ever hear about the Samsung exploding battery stink? It was all over the media for a while, got banned on planes and all sorts of fun stuff, ended with a recall (two, actually) to fix the issues. This could very well fill your author needs, especially if your MC has access to the phone beforehand and at least a basic understanding of electricity.

One of the problems with the Samsung battery was the positive and negative terminals of the battery degraded quickly, and shorted out the battery circuit. When this happens, the entire voltage of the battery flows through the resistance of just the path between the terminals and the internal resistance of the battery itself. Long story short, high current flows through the battery’s internal resistance causing rapid heating, which causes gasses to build up, pressure to build up, eventually leading to a lovely dangerous kaboom.

Your character could take advantage of this and, with a little technical knowhow, rig up a system that would short the phone’s battery on command. It would probably take a few seconds to get going, but your character would probably test this beforehand to see how long it takes and decide if it fits their needs. Scientific method, people.

Originally posted by sciencesideoftamblr

Getting in and tampering with the phone, your MC could create a new path in the complex circuit that is their phone. This path would basically amount to a switch that, when power is applied in the correct way, connects the terminals of the battery and causes the short. This switch could be a transistor, a solenoid, or anything that brings the terminals of the battery into permanent contact somehow. Hook the other end of this new path into a part of the phone that is only given electricity in any great amount at certain times, and viola.

With this setup, your MC could call the phone, set an alarm (specific time or length of time), or do any number of things to trigger the short. Place the phone well, and the fire alarm will probably go off.

Your MC could also just tamper with one of the fire alarm switch housings in the same manner, creating a switch that closes and sets off the alarm upon a set of conditions being met, get a small timing circuit driven by a ten-cent timer IC and a battery. This would mean having enough access to one of these housings to figure that out, however. It’s probably fairly self evident but it is worth mentioning that tampering with or falsely activating safety systems is illegal. Don’t do this.

Of course, your MC would have to be very careful or they’ll be caught when the burned phone is found and the cops called. Fingerprints, a stray hair, the various unique numbers associated with the phone, the sim card (and more), all relatively trackable.

And seriously, don’t try this at home. C’mon, people.



saeran--choi’s [aka jen’s] recommended fics

so if you all didn’t know yet, before i posted my own peter parker inserts/imagines on here, i read A LOT of peter parker x readers and have amassed quite a lot of favorites and saved links on my phone. Now this is by no means ALL OF THE STORIES that I’ve read, but were namely the ones that inspired me TO WRITE. I wish i could post all 200+ stories I have saved on my phone, but I can’t do that despite how much I want to give every author the recognition they deserve </3

Without any more stalling, let’s get down to it, shall we??

The Girl Across the Hall [1|2] || @toms-spidey {{omg i know i already mentioned her stellar story [[don’t let me go]], BUT HHHH THIS TWO SHOT RIGHT HERE IS SOME GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT LIKE DAMN I ADORE HER WRITING SO MUCH???}}

Last First Kiss [1|2] || @intheheartoftomholland {{this story right here had the perfect amount of angst and fluff, like, it’s so good and I find myself re-reading it when i’m in the mood for some heartache ;w;}}

Late Night Kiss Series [part 1] || @thespideyimagines {{this writer was also one of the writers that REALLY inspired me to write my own peter parker imagines!! she does a hella excellent job with like describing emotions such as yearning and heartache??? [not like that] is also a really good story, but it made me cry so much bc of its angst hhhhh ;n;

Paintings and Ramblings [oneshot] || @buckys-fossil {{nOW IF YOU READ [NOT LIKE THAT] AND NEEDED SOME FLUFFY STUFF TO HEAL YOUR HEART, THEN THIS IS THE PERFECT ANTIDOTE FOR HEARTACHE!! It has everything that I want in a perfect Peter Parker fic, and I won’t give away much other than the fact that Peter plays as Reader’s ‘’sort of’’ secret admirer in this fic, and I’m a sucker for secret admirer romances ;w;}}

Teen Romance Flick 101 / Too Young To Feel This Way || @v-writings {{this is pretty much a legendary story, and one that makes me strive to be a better writer 。゚(TヮT)゚。 the amount of detail the writer puts in both stories makes it all the more real to me, and I just love the dash of angst the author includes in her stories (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و}}

Home For Christmas [oneshot] || @misswinchester221b {{this was so perfect and fluffy! it was very sweet and i just adored how the writer made my heart melt at the end of the story 。゚(TヮT)゚。}}

You’re My Gift [oneshot] || @avengersfictionxreader {{the fluffiest holiday fic with the dorkiest spiderboy, what more could you ask for??}}

Secret [oneshot]] || @xxemoji-ogxx {{this one i have –admittedly– read over and over again, and i’m super happy to be friends with this author because she’s so sweet ;w; it’s one of those classic ‘best friends to lovers’ stories with a dash of spiderman saving the day and it is SO WELL DONE!!}}

and that completes my list !! let me know if the links lead to the wrong story and what not and I’ll fix it because I REALLY WANT YOU GUYS TO READ ALL OF THE STORIES THAT I MENTIONED??? They’re all so good, and if it wasn’t for these amazing authors and their inspirational stories, i honestly would not have been brave enough to writing anything on tumblr at all 。゚(TヮT)゚。

anonymous asked:

hello!! i love your art so much! and umm, i was wondering if you had updated brush settings? i noticed in your videos you were using a different brush than what you had before.. i wanted to try and practice painting in your style (if you're okay with that ofc!) bcus i always do thick lines and cell shading.. wanted to learn a more painted style and you're a huge inspiration to me ;;

hi! aw, thank you so much! my “technique” is pretty awful and time-consuming, honestly, i wouldn’t wish it on anyone, lol. if you are still interested, i use 3ish brushes.

some background: i use paint tool sai. my pen stabilizer is either on 15 or S-2. i paint on one layer. i hardly use filters or fancy layer effects.

1) my main brush. i use it 90% of the time: lineart, coloring, painting, everything. it’s quite scratchy, but i’m super comfortable with it…

1.5) my main brush, but rounder/cleaner. i almost never use this…but if you find the above brush to be too rough for your liking, i recommend this one.

2) my blending brush. this is a new brush for me! i think it’s totally changed the way i paint, too. i use it a lot for eyes, skin, and hair. it only seems to work when the colors you are blending are on the same layer.

3) my “drawr” brush. i made this brush to slightly emulate how drawr brushes are like. i made it so that the weight of the line stays the same no matter how much pressure you put on it. i use it for lineart/sketching, minor details (eyes), and for writing text.

hope this helps!

Hey everybody!

I was goinng to announce that this year I would not be able to bring back the OPM Secret Santa… personally it was very stressful even with the great support of the mods (thank you SO much) and my work life was just wayyy too busy (retail x_x)

BUT!! An idea came to me of a different way to run the show, one which would hopefully make things much simpler.

Question: who is interested in an OPM holiday event? Clap if you believe, and if there’s enough support, I will put my brain to work on the details of this idea and let you know soon.

I love this fandom, thanks to all the fans for bringing so much quality content to life every day. You’re all heroes.

anonymous asked:

Why Do you ship Charioce x Nina? PS: i ship them 😍

Because of that undeniable natural attraction between Charioce and Nina. 
That’s definitely one of my favorite things about this blooming relationship.

I have loved so far how subtle has been, or sometimes well remarked that has been the anime with this factor more than once. We have some unplanned meetings that have been the triggers of some beautiful scenes that we have seen more than once if we are true fans of this couple.

And on the another hand, we have the little details put in a very successful way to show us “the beginning” for the progress we’re all waiting for.

Charioce was that first person for Nina. She had for the first time a different feeling around someone that she never had seen before in her life.

And it seems she wasn’t the only one, Charioce too.

They are constantly chasing each other.

As you can see, with a few episodes I have enough stuff to realize that the thing between them surpasses too much a mere attraction of the moment. The feeling of “I want to know more about this person” is good enough to keep me in the expectation of knowing how far their small love story comes.


dat-profound-bond-tho said // Castiel in 18

send me a character and a number and i will draw it

• sing into my heart

nonnie requested: Could you do a riverdale/flash imagine where the reader is a part of Josie and the pussycats as the guitarist and Barry (he goes to a different high school) and his school go to riverdale (maybe for a football game or something) and he sees the reader perform and kind of falls in love with her performance outfit might have something to do with that (the ones that were used in the I feel love performance) and he asks her out afterwards sorry if this is way too much detail

A/N: Nah, I need as much detail as I could get so I know to get a crossover right so thanks for the fill in. Please pretend that Riverdale and Central City are in the same state for the sake of this imagine. This is interesting as I never thought of putting Riverdale and The Flash together and this also an au kind of as Barry will be of high school age ( I will never, ever write something similar to Miss Grundy & Archie because that’s just wrong and gross. ) so no super powered Barry or anyone from S.T.A.R labs in this but you do get a shot of Iris and Joe in this. Here’s the link to the song that is playing as it’s from the 2001 movie Josie & The Pussycats that I never seen but hope you enjoy! Please give me feedback if you’d like to see crossovers! Ships and requests are closed for the time being until I get caught up.

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[Link to Song ]

You had a smile plastered on your face as Valerie helped you with your costume after you helped with her’s before putting on the signature cat eared headband. You were a member of Josie & The Pussycats as the guitarist and backup singer as today you were performing an away game in Central City, way different than your small town of Riverdale. Even luckier to being able to perform at the game so you were a bundle of nerves while stepping on stage, nodding off to Josie that you were ready as you began to play a few chords on your F/C electric guitar.

I’m a punk rock prom queen
Brown paper magazine
Hotter than you’ve ever seen
Everywhere and between
I’m a ten ticket thrill ride
Don’t you wanna come inside?
Five star triple threat
Hardest of the hard to get
No one’s little red corvette
Ain’t seen nothing like me

You sang into the microphone as back up for Josie, you didn’t notice a boy watching you in awe that boy being Barry Allen. Barry didn’t really want come to a football game since it wasn’t really his thing but Iris and Joe insisted that he come and do this thing called being out there. He didn’t want to be out there and wanted to stay home to watch his scfi movies until he noticed you and your group going on stage to sing. Iris nudged him a little as he looked down at his foster sister, “That’s Josie and the Pussycats. I’ve heard they do this quite a bit of their games back in Riverdale.” She says in a hush whisper as he nods slowly, watching you still while you strummed on your guitar to the song. Admiring your S/C flesh in the leopard print outfit with a black choker around your neck as your hair was done in your signature style with cat ears on top, bobbing your head slightly while you sang along with Josie.

I’m your late night head rush
Ace high royal flush
Red velvet orange crush
You just don’t impress me much
A glossy, double cover spread
Opened up inside your head
A black cherry paradise
Half the sugar, twice the spice
I don’t wanna treat you nice
Come on baby roll the dice!

You had your eyes open for most of the time as you looked up to see Barry was looking at you from the crowd like most of everyone, knowing he was probably from Central City since everyone knew everyone in Riverdale. Swaying your hips to the song and flashing a smile at the brown haired male before winking slightly to be subtle. You were about to reach the end of the song soon so maybe you could talk to him, hopefully if Josie was alright with it. Music was your life at a young age from your aunt raising you who loved singing even though she wasn’t the best, she saw your gift and told you about to Mayor McCoy as your aunt worked under her. Mayor McCoy soon introduce you to her daughter as you became friends with her as well as Val and Melody through singing at sleepovers before making it turn into a band. Mayor McCoy always thought you girls had talent and was always excited to introduce you guys on stage or to simply watch you from the talent show.

It took 6 whole hours
And 5 long days
4 all your lies to come undone
And those 3 small words
Were way 2 late
‘Cause you can’t see that I’m the 1!

Josie finished as everyone roared and applauded your performance as you went off stage before getting congratulated by Betty, Ronnie, and who knew, Cheryl too. You pulled off your guitar from the strap as someone tapped your shoulder as you turn to see the boy who stared at you from the crowd. “Um, hello. Do I know you?”

“Afraid not but my name is Bartholo–I mean Barry! Barry Allen. And you are? By the way um great performance out there it was amazing.” He seemed to fumbled his words around as you smiled at him, he was really cute.

“Y/N L/N, or YN/N. Nice to meet you, Barry. And thanks I guess.” You say as you were about to go meet up with the other girls of your band before he caught your arm as you turned to him again, “Yes?”

“Would you go on a date with me Y/N?”  

So! Episode 2 of Before the Storm! It was very good!

If you haven’t read my thoughts on Episode 1, here those are.

If you want an audio discussion about either episode, I’ve recorded podcasts with my girlfriend, @mollifiable, as well as musicians Riley Hawke and Koethe. Here’s what we discussed on Ep1, and here’s the podcast on Ep2.

BEAR IN MIND I will be discussing a number of things from EPISODE 2, so you probably shouldn’t read this if you haven’t experienced it yet.

There are some inherent problems I still have with this projects conception (which I got into in that first post back in September), but Epsiode 2 has gone a long way toward giving me faith in why this story is being made. Or, at the least, that it’s being made with a lot of thought and care. I’ve played a LOT of story-focused, episode games, and honestly, I think this episode is one of the best I’ve ever experienced, overall. I still struggle with some elements of the story (ex. I just don’t like Rachel as much as I think I’m ‘meant to,’ BUT I think that ties into what the overall story may be about), and I still feel frustrated that your team is being limited by the nature of the setup (why is this all happening over three days when it could’ve been over three years, for example), but Episode 2 just has so much good going for it and I felt like it really showed what can be done with a project like this.

Like last time, I want to address this to Madeleine, Felice, and the entire team at Deck Nine directly – and point out how much it means to us that you guys actually reach back and communicate with us, even encouraging criticism. I’m proud of what your team has been able to accomplish with this episode and think it stands out in the genre in a lot of ways.

Let’s get to it.

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anonymous asked:

Also, noticed this awhile ago but can I just appreciate the detail you put into Q's expressions. I noticed his eyelights are bigger when he's in a good mood/happy and shrink when he's mad/perplexed/scared. Also the subtle differences in his expressions AHHH I love it. Even better when his face is 11/10 in my book (winks at Q).

Ah, thanks so much! That’s definitely something I try to put a lot of attention into, so I’m glad people notice! XD There’s a few things I’d change on his reaction images now that I’ve gone through making so many…but i’m way too lazy to make new ones atm, but I probably will eventually XD it’s a learning process, heh.

Gender/Cosplay Q

Someone asked the other day something along the lines of “is it okay to cosplay Venus (from We Know The Devil) if you’re cis” and here is a long answer because this is complex (Venus is canonically a closeted trans woman(also I wrote it)).

So I fundamentally have a problem with the whole premise? It makes me so uncomfortable to think that someone might be forced to answer—to themselves or anyone else—their birth assignment or whether they are cis or trans under pretty much any circumstance, let alone because they wanted to cosplay a character they felt a connection with. The politics of outside policing of identity are frequently horrendous anyway, but also obviously I think people should not have to feel like they are committing to something just by the way they dress. If it felt unsafe for people dipping their toes in gender feelings to cosplay a canonical closeted trans woman, the irony is almost too painful for me to imagine? Because not just trans women have feelings in common with Venus, and not everyone who is a trans woman and empathizes with Venus experiences gender the same way. So it’s fine! No pressure. 

I honestly worry a little like I’m already putting too much pressure on cosplayers with this very detailed answer, but the idea that there might be a closeted trans woman being either told by others or telling herself she can’t cosplay a closeted trans woman because she doesn’t think she’s trans enough or thinks she’s too cis is so horrifying a thought I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. A truth can be ambiguous; protecting that liminal space protects people. (One of my friends responded to this by saying “Venus is exactly the sort of person who would ask this question.”) Protect Venus, imo.

(As an aside, I the author, don’t have any special authority that can be relied on for moral correctness or protection—no author does, when you make a work it’s out there in the world. Authors can be pretty wrong about their own work! If what I say has any worth, it’s on its own merits, not because I wrote the We Know The Devil. This feels important to add, as someone who sees word of the author used as a blunt instrument to shut down discourse.)

This article made me so sad. My parents got married right before the civil war in El Salvador. My dad came here in 1979, right before my brother was born. He looked for a job for six months in San Diego, before his sister found him something in New York. He found an apartment and worked for 3 years. My mother would write him and tell him about the bodies that littered the porch and yard almost every night. He saved enough money to go back to El Salvador, hire a couple of coyotes and bring my mother and brother home.

My mom had no idea he was coming. She was hanging laundry and my brother was playing with his toys when my father showed up. “It’s time to go,” he said. My mother looked at him and the two men with him. She nodded. This was real. She scooped up my brother and barely had time to say goodbye to her family before they were on their way.

They made it to Guadalajara by bus, the most luxurious leg of their trip. They made the rest of their way by foot. My mom, my dad, the coyotes, and my brother who was only 3 at the time.

They made their way through desert and jungle, mostly at night. There’s one part of the story my mom tells over and over, recalling every detail like it was yesterday. They had reached a cliff that dropped about 20 feet. The only way around it was to jump it. My mom, having carried my brother most of the way put him down as she watched one of the coyotes and my dad jump. “Jump,” the other one said to her. “No. No. I’ll go back. This is too much. I’d rather go back,” she was frightened but she did not cry. “This is your only choice,” the man told her. “I am not jumping that with my son. Leave. I’ll go back.” The man stared at her. She was serious. In one swift motion, he picked my brother up, jumped the cliff and took off, past my father and the other man. My mom did not hesitate. Next thing she knew, she was tackling the coyote and taking her son back. “It was the only way to get you to jump,” the man said.

Crossing the actual border was easy. There was a hole underneath the fence that they all crawled through. From there, they ran for what my mother says felt like forever. Through people’s yards, past their barking dogs, until they came to a truck. They piled in, along with others who were also being smuggled in. The drive was long. I’m not sure how long they stayed in the house where they were being hidden, or how they were able to get on a plane, but they made it to San Diego airport. My dad bought my brother a little toy car before they got on the plane to New York. My brother says this is the first thing he remembers.

I think a lot about this story and what my parents went through to get here. I think a lot about what life must have been like back in El Salvador. My mother tells me about a little girl who went missing, only to be found buried upside down in the ground, her legs sticking out, and a pole jammed between them. It was a real life nightmare, and even though the war is over, gangs have taken over. Not much has really changed.

The people who come to this country, especially from Central America, see the US as their only hope. If they stay where they are, they die. They can come here, and they might die on the way, but there is hope that they won’t. That’s it. Their choices are die or maybe die. And IF they actually get here, it’s only to find that they’re not actually wanted here. No one wants to help them, they can’t find work, they are literally illegal. Imagine someone telling you your entire life and presence is illegal. You are not worth anything, not even your life. You left a life of fear for a life of new fears. Fear of being caught, fear of being found, accompanied by the still too familiar fear of dying. Their idea of The American Dream was a lie.

My parents and my brother are all United States citizens now. They are hard-working, tax-paying American citizens. My mother probably knows more about American History than anybody reading this. But she still doesn’t speak English too well, and since she doesn’t wear her certificate of citizenship around her neck, people will still think that she should go back to where she came from.

“Go back to where you came from. Go back to your life of fear, of hopelessness and nothing. Go back to probably die.”

Fuck you.

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Just a dramatic pic of Infinite (Narin?) because I liked that one design way too much. The background wasn’t even supposed to be that detailed but I ran with it.  


also… funny you put angst in the title… heheehehehe

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice on creating a research proposal?

hello anon! sure, i could probably give you a couple pointers. keep in mind that a) im not an expert - im only an ma student! and b) the parameters of the research proposal you need to produce will affect what the process of creating it will look like. so, given that i am working in the humanities and have really only written actual research proposals for a canadian federal funding body, my experience is specific to those parameters and requirements. 

however. i think (theoretically, mind you, i have no practical knowledge to back this up) that some things remain constant across the board. so here’s my attempt to articulate those at my bedtime after a glass of wine and what feels like a long day (but it wasn’t really)

  • ONE - remember that this is a research proposal. therefore, you cannot in any feasible way have done the research yet. you are not expected to have read every source in your bibliography. however, please DO take advantage of the (seemingly hundreds) of book/article reviews you can find on any database. you know the ones that take up the first three pages of your database search before you realize that this database doesn’t actually have the text you’re looking for because you fall into this trap every damn time? okay maybe that’s just me but still. in this case these will actually be what you’re looking for ON PURPOSE
  • TWO - and related to one: though as ive mentioned you can’t have done the research yet, it is best to stick to a field for which you have at least a basic grasp of the current state of scholarship. you don’t want to have to do all the groundwork and/or miss any big glaring chunks of important field-specific history that would completely derail your argument
  • THREE - choose your strategy: pick something that truly interests you or pick something you know you can create good a proposal for. which one you choose will likely depend on the parameters of the required proposal. for the ones i’ve applied to, the proposal i write is not a contract; the funding body doesn’t care if i change my project once they’ve given me money. it’s about proving that i can think in a way that they deem “worthy” of funding. however, if you’re applying for a grant or something that funds specific projects, then you should probably make sure the project is interesting to you. otherwise your work life might suck for a while.
  • FOUR - my best piece of advice regarding the creation of a research proposal is………….. TEAMWORK! no for real. create a group of fellow proposal-writers and brainstorm everyone’s project together; exchange drafts, get thoughts, get feedback on what works and what doesn’t. it’s honestly even better if this group is field-diverse. for example, i wouldn’t want to write a research proposal about medieval lit and then exchange it with 3 other medievalists - we would get too bogged down in the details, in the “have you read this, have you considered that”s and in the “actually, i disagree”s. when i wrote my proposals, i was working with a modernist, a contemporary/video games person, a political scientist, and a narratologist. this, in my experience, much more accurately reflects the kind of selection committee that a discipline-non-specific research grant (like SSHRC) would put together. this way, your proposal can speak to scholars that are not experts in your particular area, which is important if they’re the ones deciding whether your ideas are worth money
  • FIVE - and i guess a bit trite. but remember: not everyone can be funded. if you dont get the award or scholarship or grant you’re applying to, it doesn’t mean your ideas are worthless or that you won’t be a great scholar or that you can’t succeed in the field. rejection is a huge part of academia, unfortunately - but you can’t let that stop you from thinking in interesting and innovative ways. 

i hope this helps! idk how relevant it is because, as i said, i’ve not applied to very many research grants. but if you have more questions, or want a follow up or clarification, let me know. and also, to anyone else who happens to read this beast, if you have input or something to add then please do!


mental-reject  asked:

Part 1: Oops. I think it cut off I'll send in parts. Hope it doesn't become a problem. Can all of them try to kiss at once?? (Reference to ask someone made ages ago). Or pationate kisses to everyone because we saw Norman and Wirt already.

(I just imagine one of them is not gonna pull away because It’s so good, and then they nearly pass out from lightheaded ness, or they get drunk off it (like a love high. Sorry. Just my fanfic loving mind talking). Or if It’s not too much to ask, both somehow?? Idk. I know It’s a lot. I’m just dead of happiness from all of them. Best couple. Relationship goals all the way. ((I sat straight through and read the whole thing and jshdgsjn I just can’t put ino words how much I love every little detail <3 You’re just amazing!!)). I’M SO SORRY FOR INCONVENIENCE 

(It’s not an inconvenience at all!! Thank you for sending in an ask! I’m happy to see that you’re enjoying the blog!!!)

[Wirt] As for a passionate kisses… Norman nearly died from embarrassment the last time I gave him one, and Dipper’s probably not ready for one in the slightest. I mean, come on, he literally fell off the roof when it finally sunk in that we were dating!

To Cuddle Or To Not Cuddle - Owen Grady One Shot

I’m so sorry this is really short, I tried to put as much detail as I could think of adding.

Lately things had been very crazy at the park, there was about three weeks before the park reopened from the maintenance closure. 

At the moment you were busy filling out paper work because one of the dinosaurs at the gentle giants pen attempted to bite and charged at one of the new interns. And with you being their trainer all of the shitty paper work and forms got dumped on you.

“Baaabbeeee,”Owen groaned from the other room.
"Come and cuddle with me! You’re working way too hard, and besides you have the day off tomorrow!”
“Claire needs these in by tomorrow, Owen. And this week I haven’t even had the chance to put my name on it.”
“I know, but who cares if it’s late by a day or two. Hell, if you come cuddle with me now I’ll help you fill it out after!”
“I doubt it! If the both of us work on it we won’t get anywhere. I’m better off working on it on my own.”
“No buts, Owen. I really need to get this done." 
“Okaaayyy. My offer is still on the table.”

Sighing, you put your head in your hands and glanced at the pile of paper that needed to be filled out. You had gotten yourself a little less than half way in so you concluded that it was pointless to stop now. 

You had been filling out papers for at least another hour and a half and were slowly coming to an end, but it would still take awhile to complete everything, and then double check them all. Considering Owens offer you might be able to finish it and still get a good nights sleep.

"One more page and I’ll ask Owen.” You muttered to yourself.

Coming up to the last place you had to fill in you checked the time on your phone. 

1:17 AM

Groaning internally you contemplated continuing or going to bed and cuddling with Owen. You had been working hard and cuddling with Owen was something you didn’t want to miss.

“Owen can you come - You know what! Fuck it! I give up!” You yelled throwing your hands against the table.
“Make some fucking room, Grady.” You said stomping down the hallway, hearing Owen laugh at your sudden outburst of anger. 

Throwing the door open to the bedroom you closed your eyes and proceeded to blindly throw yourself on the bed.

“I don’t know why I declined your offer in the first place.”
“Me neither, love.” Owen said, pulling your body closer to his.
“This is so, so much better than signing stupid papers and shit.”
“Mhmm.” Placing a kiss on your forehead he snickered as you draped your leg over his.

“You’ll still help me tomorrow, right?” You hopefully asked.
“Of course, anything for my little worker bee.”
“Don’t ever call me that again. It makes me sound like a stripper.”
“You can definitely move like one though.”
“Whatever. I need sleep and you do too. But when we finish the paperwork tomorrow I promise we’ll have some fun.”

Leaving Owen alone with his imagination you turned your back to his front and closed your eyes, hoping to get some decent rest.