how long have you been into manga coloring? (*´ω｀*)
The first time I tried to make coloring 5 years ago. (For the first year I made only 14 miserable colorings, I colored very slow (one picture a month), so I usually don’t count that year). I have been actively making colorings for 4 years. :3
This one gets a LITTLE sinn-ish… nothing serious or explicit but I figure I will still put some of it under a cut ^_~
“Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t,” Chat said crossing his arms and leveling her with his most determined stare.
“Oh, I don’t know, how about because I don’t even know your actual name?”
“So we tell each other, it’s been long enough.”
“Are you fucking insane?” Ladybug hissed. “We can’t just-”
“Can’t just what?” Chat interrupted, “can’t just be honest with each other? It’s been three years Ladybug, and I for one am tired of putting my life on hold for some maniac and his color changing butterflies.”
“But the risks,” she tried weakly, even as her blood began to race when her partner stalked towards her.
“The risks will always be there. Why can’t we face them together?” he said softly, his hands reaching out to gently stroke up and down her arms.
“We already do,” Ladybug said stubbornly, “we have a great partnership just the way we are, why should be change that now?”
She knew why, of course she knew. It was her own fault after all. She had been the one to start this whole mess in the first place.
He leaned forward, ducking his head so that their eyes were level. She could see the conflicted feelings dancing in his eyes- frustration, hope, amusement, and pure unadulterated want.
She swallowed heavily.
“I am a pretty patient cat,” he said with a slight smirk, “but there are only so many times we can make out in back alleys and on darkened rooftops before we have to admit that this isn’t some mistake.”
I was doing you a favor by playing the long game...
I too was playing yet another long game by holding on to this for so long.
SO I had read earlier today the owner of a previous job of mine passed away. This was a place that tried to screw me pretty hard and I took some pro revenge on. It drug up some angry old feelings, so why not take an equal dose of catharsis?
WARNING: This is a doozy so strap in if you dare, no TL;DR it wouldn’t do justice.
So this takes place almost a decade ago. I was working as a department manager for a fairly large privately owned pest control company. Their color scheme was black and yellow, much like the taxi’s the owner’s dad used to drive. Since the taxi industry would be around for ever(hello Uber/Lyft) so would this pest control company, (this is important later) or so the owner used to parrot constantly. My job was to over see the techs doing treatments and set their stops and generally manage assorted insect control services, inventory, payroll for that dept, etc etc. I had taken the job from the owners son who took it from the previous manager who they demoted and yet stayed in the dept…this is important later. The owners son was a late 30’s early 40’s man child. I mean if he had dialed it back a few degrees he would have been an awesome guy, but anytime booze was involved he was a mess. If it was weed, he turned into the stereo typical obnoxious stoner making nothing but bad Jamaican accented jokes. He also hit on anything younger than him that moved…while being married w a pregnant wife. But I digress, the owner was a piece of work too, old Jewish guy who was as racist as he was old, not with any kind of seething hatred. Just a “this is the way it is” type attitude. My fave line of his, “The sky is blue, Ch#@ks know math, N@&ers are lazy, Jews know gold. What else is new” Like it was the most clever thing of all time. Finally now on to the revenge and need for such.
Have any advice for accessorizing outfit designs? I feel like i either go too elaborate or too dull and cant seem to find that middle ground
I’m not a huge expert on this and am guilty of oversaturating my characters with unnecessary stuff, but when I actually try to design properly I usually go with first making the silhouette, then adding finer details (like jewelry or filigree or other deets) in places where I want to lead the eyes- like, let’s say the facial or neck area!
I usually make sure the other parts aren’t as detailed as the part I want to emphasize~
e.g. for this illustration (again thank you @aomaoe for lending your spicy boi) I poured My Soul into detailing and using more contrasts/darker shadows on the hair, faces, floral hairclip, lace glove and coat because that’s where I want you to look (if you look again everything else was intentionally left chunky and two-toned).
the ribbons and general flow of the composition lead towards the subjects as well, while the red blooms make sure to nail your eyes towards that part once you’ve locked on!
this one was intentionally made to be a clusterfuck of stuff for that UTAU Aesthetic ™ but I tried to keep the general silhouette and main color blocks intact, so your eyes have places to settle on once it gets sick of all the other details~
same general rule for this one despite the saturation of patterns- mostly black and simpler patterns on the bottom, more light colors and details on top (an exception would probably be @magebomb‘s Tyr, whose tie leads the eyes towards the pattern on his skirt, and it better did because I Poured My Tears Into That Pattern)
Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Word Count: 3171
Author’s Note: Gah sorry this took so long. I’m already starting on prt 9, so hopefully it won’t be as long for the next one.
This morning is a battle. It’s a battle to focus on
really anything but Y/N. I’m just not sure what to make of any of this. I have
no idea what she’s thinking while she flits around the campsite packing up the
sleeping bags and tent while Sam works on breakfast. She doesn’t seem any
warmer to me than she is to Sam, playfully dodging his reach when she steals a piece
of bacon, or than when she grabs Steve’s arm to get an extra lift to push the
tent bag on top of the car. I can’t figure out if this morning was just a weird
thing in an emotional moment or if it was something more.
It’s also a battle over the next stop. She’s sitting
stubbornly on the picnic table holding her atlas while Sam begs her to get in
the car. Steve is rolling his eyes and I’m barely holding back my laughter.
“Come on! You’re being such a princess!” Sam scoffs, “Get
in the car.”
“No! Vegas is not part of the plan!” She shouts back
I dreamt that I found an enormous Pacific blood star clinging to a rock. It was bigger than a dinner plate and moved with unsettling speed. I lifted it off the rock easily - it wrapped slender red arms around my fingers, but as I turned it over, I saw that it had a tiny hypodermic needle where a mouth should be. It could rotate the needle (black, thin, no more than a centimeter long, encased in a pale fleshy mound) smoothly in several directions. It pricked my thumb, and as I frantically tried to peel the blood star off before it could drink my blood, I began to hear its thoughts in my head.
(Note: blood stars are so named because of their color, not a tendency towards vampirism.)