i'm playing with brushes on sai

anonymous asked:

What program do you use and what brushes do you use for coloring and such??

I use Painttool sai. My brushes change all the time because I have commitment issues u - u.

These are the ones I currently use

^This one right here is my sketching tool (that I dont use too much anymore, but I still come back to sometimes. recently I’ve been using the marker tool to sketch - with any settings, it doesnt really matter)

When I do my line arts I’m not too picky. My line arts are generally really shitty and rushed because I just end up painting over them when I’m doing my clean up so I don’t worry too much. Same thing with colouring. Whatever gets the colours in the shape I dont really care too much about that. (some times I don’t even use a line art and just go straight to colouring and whatnot cause I’m lazy)

^For my shading I just use the marker tool with more or less these settings. I change them based on how dark I want a certain area, but this is the basic settings for that brush. after I finish blocking in where I want to look shady I go over with reverse opacity to soften the edges.

^^^Finally my most important and loved brush that Is really just the brush tool with the blending and persistence all the way up. When I finish colouring/shading I combine them all into one layer and use it to paint over my lines and fix proportions and all that garbage. Basically my art would look like shit without it.

(hope this helped. After I get moved into my new house and get my drawing space all fixed up, I’m going to try doing live streams and I can maybe explain my process better)

robindaspoopy  asked:

Red's S/O gets an Ikea shelf and decides to assemble it all by themself, refusing any help by simply saying "no worries brah I got dis, I'm pro babe. I'm PRO!"... three hours later the house is on fire and S/O is staring peacefully into the sunset. He never finds out what happened

UF!Sans
* When you bring home the shelf, he’s immediately a little apprehensive. Where’s it gonna go? Does it have all the parts? Are you sure you know what to do? He ends up playing a game of twenty questions with you, looking at it from every angle.

* When you brush it off, assuring you’re fine, he nods hesitantly. He’s not very sure, but he doesn’t want to doubt you so he lets you go right on ahead. So he heads out to grillby’s to check up on the regulars.

* When he comes back to the house in flames and you staring peacefully into the setting sun, he just sighs. The longest, deepest, most exhausted sigh ever. He sits beside you, asking if you knew where they were gonna live now.

* Don’t be confused, inside he is about to pass out stressing over what happened. But that’s the thing. He’s so stressed out he’s calm. The rare chill Red, who leans casually on a tree a few feet from the still smoldering remains of his house. You won’t have to hold the secret, he isn’t even going to ask you. Ever.

A Family Affair
  • *Angelo's*
  • Molly's Date: *raises his glass* To us.
  • Molly: *smiles; lifts her glass* To us *clinks his*
  • Molly's Date: *nods at Angelo* A mate of yours?
  • Molly: *turns away; waves* Oh, yeah, he's friends with...someone I know *turns back* So...where were-
  • Sherlock: *suddenly next to them; exasperated* Sorry I'm late...may I join you?
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly's Date: *frowns* Excuse me?
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Edward, this is Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock, Edward Castle *mutters* Sherlock is my soon-to-be-ex husband.
  • Molly's Date: *raises an eyebrow* You never told me you were married.
  • Sherlock: *pulls up a chair; smug* Ah, first date. Remember ours, dear?
  • Molly: *narrows her eyes* Where are the kids?
  • Molly's Date: *splutters his drink* Wait, you have kids? Plural? As in...more than one?
  • Molly: *still looking at Sherlock* Yes. Where are they?
  • Sherlock: *thinking* Hmm...one is out solving a crime probably, teenagers, I'm sure I left the twins downstairs with Mrs. Hudson, John and Mary wanted the toddler practice and Mycroft is babysitting the, erm, baby.
  • Molly's Date: *alarmed* Jesus, how many have you got?
  • Sherlock & Molly: *glance at each other* Five.
  • Molly's Date: *confused* Well, then...why are you splitting up?
  • Molly: *smiles* The sex was crap.
  • Sherlock: *chuckles; takes her wine glass* Now, Molly, give him an excuse he'll believe *raises the glass to the light*
  • Molly's Date: *looking between them* What's going on?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Does the name Julia Smith mean anything to you?
  • Molly's Date: *shakes his head*
  • Sherlock: Nooo *sniffs the glass* You never get to know their names first, do you? Did you know she was fifteen years old?
  • Suspect: ...
  • Sherlock: Her mother hired me to investigate her attack. Dinner at a restaurant with someone she met in a chatroom... *dips his finger in the wine glass* I don't think I need to tell you the rest *tentatively tastes the liquid*
  • Molly: *calm* You see, while you're sat here with me, the police are raiding your flat and, well...I don't think you're getting away this time.
  • Suspect: *fuming* You have no right-
  • Sherlock: *fuming* Our eldest is the same age. It is taking all my willpower not to force you to drink this and leave you at the mercy of my girls. Far worse than anything I could do to you.
  • Greg: *enters Angelo's; approaching their table* Come on, Castle. You have the right to remain silent... *leads the suspect away*
  • Molly: *holds Sherlock's hand* It's okay...we got him.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Too late *sighs* That was...good.
  • Molly: Not bad for an amateur, eh? *pats his knee* Come on, let's round up the troops.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Thank you for helping me.
  • Molly: *grins* What would you do without me? *kisses him*
  • Sherlock: *takes her hand* Don't make me think about that.
  • MEANWHILE
  • John: *running his hands through his hair* For God's sake, Will...put that down.
  • Baby Holmes: *grinning; rips open the bag of flour*
  • John: *high-pitched* Don't you dare! Where did you even get-
  • Baby Holmes: *throws the flour at him*
  • Mary: *returns from the bathroom; examing one of Sherlock's shirts* I think I got most of it out *looks up, sees John covered in flour; stifling giggles* What happened?
  • John: *glares at her* About this baby of ours...
  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: I can't believe people say that Shay Cormac is a traitor to the assassins. I mean he destroyed a city and blamed himself for it and Achilles told him to brush it off and didn't listen to what Shay had to say. And he didn't run off to the templars; Monro let him choose to be a templar or not. People don't even want to play the game, but it had such a great story, and people aren't even giving it a chance. And the modern plot was more relevant than Unity's modern plot. I mean what was Ubisoft thinking ? They should have put as much advertising into Rogue as they did Unity. And Shay was such a good character and there was a lot of nostalgia in the game. Remember the homestead from ACIII? You can run around it again, all while it's in its prime as an assassin headquarters. Plus, it has Haytham Kenway, so that's a plus. I just don't get why people didn't give Rogue a chance. Hey, has it been about 10 seconds since we talked about Rogue? It has been about 10 seconds till we talked about Rogue. Hey what the fuck

There’s no particular story behind this doodle. Maybe Louis says he’ll divulge some much needed information if Raidou holds his hand. Raidou is tired of thirsty demons.

It is my firm belief dsrk2 is just Louis taking a day trip to mess with Raidou.

I'm the One (feat. Casey Lee Williams)
Jeff Williams
I'm the One (feat. Casey Lee Williams)
welcome to the bloodbath jump into the tub
fist-fight, death-match come and join the club
kick-start your face with a metal-clad boot
you should give up now your retaliation's moot

you want to mess around? well come on let's go
I  got no time to waste let's start the show
i'll run circles round ya i can touch the sky
i' m gonna make ya hurt and i'm  gonna make you cry

i'm the one that your mama said
'don't mess with them or you'll end up dead
that type they don't follow any rules'

you're looking tall you're looking tough
i'm sorry dude, it's not enough
your girlfriend's purse won't help you win this duel

the bigger they are then the more that they bleed
the deeper the scars that won't heal
buckets of pain as they lie there in shame
knowing how true defeat feels

i'm the one
that was born in a nightmare a murderer's son
got no gun
but i gleam like a blade and I'm harder than iron

i'm the one
who rose out of filth and was loved by no-one
delusion 
i'll steal til your blind and defeat you from inside your mind

you're still standing up? well let's go another round
singin' king of pain and you're gonna get crowned
you like the way i dress? yeah i know i'm fine
the blood's gonna stain but it won't be mine

just chill here while I drop into the brush
see you when i land and you're gonna feel the crush
lay right down and grab a little rest
i guess you didn't know that you were dealing with the best

you shoulda stayed at home today
this fisticuff won't go your way 
this confrontation isn't just for school

it might be hard to hear me say
kicking your ass is child's play
i hope you're not crushed by this ridicule

a slap on the wrist and a kick to the chin
a hint of the flavor of steel
no one to blame it's the end of the game
the humiliation is real  

i'm the one
that was ripped from the earth and exposed to the sun
overrun
by the hate and the beatings defiled by a father

i'm the one
i'll race with your eyes and you'll never outrun
illusions
will conquer your mind and will make you fulfill my design
Loser-Derek Smut

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Request: Derek smut where you both play pool and things get heated. 

He was pissing me off. Big bad wolf and all. Big bad wolf my ass.

“But you fucking cheated i saw the ball moving god damn it!!” he yelled. he really couldn’t take some competition.

“Asshole” i whispered.

“What did you say?…”

“Oh fuck you Derek you can detect when i'm  lying so now y ou know i am not. You just can’t cope with losing ” i shouted a bit more than needed but was interrupted by his lips brushing against mine.

“I’d fuck you…” he whispered sucking on my earlobe. Every word caressing my skin. i stumbled on my feet due to the sudden surprise of all of this and felt the pool table right behind us.

“Ouch"a tiny whimper escaped my lips  and he smirked. He looked at the table where we had been playing only seconds ago and without waisting any time, 
Spread the balls to make space and then motioned for me to jump on it.

He approached me shaking his head a bit as if not believing what was happening.

” trust me i have trouble believing it too.“ I said and he chuckled as his strong firm hands wrapped around my waist engaging both of our lips into another hungry kiss. 

i started trailing patterns with my lips all over his cheek, lowering them leaving butterfly kisses on the way. Isucked on his sweet spot causing him to moan. Never had i ever imagined Derek Hale could produce such sounds.

Soon we had both stripped of our clothes.(His claws had made it easier ) and were facing at eachother lustfully.

He smiled before pushing my chest down so that i would be lying on the table. He took a moment to stare at my body before targeting where i craved him most.  He blew cold air at my soaking wet area and sucked on the inner thighs. Biting a bit on the skin. His fingers brusged against me only once and that lack of contact made me want to scream. I just needed him. He could sense it i knew he could. Pride was written all over his face. Then Without any warning he shoved his tongue in me sucking on my clit, licking and breathing against it. Devouring me as if i would be the last meal he’d ever have.. i held onto the green coverage of the table, pushing a few more pool balls aside.

My legs started trembling and i felt gim chuckling against the now very sensitive skin.  I was close…and just when i was about to climax, he pulled away and smirked.

"I hate you” i whispered.

“No, you don’t” he whispered back and held my hips. I was about to ask what he was doing , when he flipped me over. i got on my knees and sticked out my bum as much as possible as i held from the table’s sides. I wasn’t supposed to allow him to do that, but for some reason, the idea was making me wet.

I could feel him smirking as he held my hips and pressed his dick inside my back entrance . His head fell back in pleasure and his eyes were closed.

“Fuck!” i yelled due to the pain

“You’re so tight” he moaned as he started thrusting harder.  He would squeeze on the right buttcheek and then slap on it before doing the same to the left one.  I could hear the sound of our bodies colliding together with every thrust. 
. Soon we were moving in sync and i could feel the vibration in my stomach. His left hand left my hip and procceded on grabbing my hair , pulling me closer, so that he can go even deeper.

“Ugh Y/N” he gasped. My breathing was far too fast to be able to speak. His right hand was tugging at my hair and he used his left one to hold on to my neck. Pushing my whole body against his member.

“Did you ever please yourself thinking about me?” he asked. Was he trying to pick up a conversation?? really?

i didn’t answer, he knew the answer anyway.

he slamed in me faster and faster, when i stopped him. He looked at me.

“Hurts too much?” he asked.

“No…..but,…can i ride you?” i asked as inocently as possible. 
he laughed and truned over as his back hit the table and placed his hands behind his neck.

“Go ahead” he whispered and i climbed on top of him placing my centre down his dick. It slowly entered me and my jaw dropped open from the pleasure.

As soon as he could feel my walls against him again he started gasping and i followed. I begun going faster and harder , jumping on his dick while rubbing my nipples, causing them to harden. He noticed what i was doing and pushed my hands away.

“Let me” he gasped and grabbed my tits, at his touch i moaned even harder. I am pretty sure people outside the pub , could hear my moans. He held on my tits squeezing them, gently and then roughly as i rode his cock.My head arched back as i allowed myself to enjoy the feeling  and my hands found his stomach, my nails, scaring his abs, it must’ve hurt but we were too into it to care.

“i’m gonna cum” i said as i rode my orgasm, yelling louder than ever. Soon he followed , his warm cum filling my walls.

Unfortunately i couldn’t sustain all of it, meaning , there was now a huge stain on the pool table.

“Maybe they won’t notice?” i questioned refering to the stain as i got up and put on my clothes.

He only laughed.

“maybe” he said.

“ and you did lose that game” i added putting my clothes back on. Or rather, what was left of them.

“If this is what the loser gets, then please. Beat me again.”

nyakasumi  asked:

I absolutely love your art! I'm actually really curious what your brush settings were for your sad Viktor art thingy. It looked really really good. You don't have to share, but idk i'd love to have them too to try them out.

Thank you so much!! <3 

For that pic (which i did on sai) i used just standard pen settings for the base colours, then added multiple layers of ink pen (with fuzystatic texture), playing around a lot with the opacity

and added some softer shading with marker (with noise)

I also used standard pen to do thicker highlights on the hair but blended some of it a little with the water brush.

5 touches 1 meaning | steroline drabble

Their hands touched lightly, her soft skin wrapped tightly over the freshly broken wooden stake, his icy flesh laid gently on top of hers with the realization that she had gotten to his target first. Their eyes sprung up quickly to meet the others, both trying to cover the electricity that now charged through every inch of their bodies. Their gritted teeth peeped through their half smiles, a mask to hide the increased pace of their hearts that shouldn’t really be beating. Her blue orbs outshone any light that surrounded them on the darkened street, she had been healing and he could tell as the sunshine he once knew was returning to him. It was a slow process but he promised he would wait. He widens the smile that she returns only to let it fall back into the concentrated frown that graced her face not moments earlier.  It is her that eventually breaks the connection, whipping her hand back towards the safety of her jeans pocket, letting her eyes fall away from his and rest on a speck of fresh rain water that glistened on the road. He takes this as a sign to finish what they had begun and plunges the steak into the heart of his heretic victim. Impatient, he ignores the grey and paling flesh to swing his body round to where she was only to find the space now vacant and his body aching for her touch. He knew she wasn’t ready. 

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hakogaku climbers  ʚ♥ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

tbh I find manami more devilish bc he’s manipulative and far from innocent omf playing the “angel” why you little

So I may be excited about nbchannibal and nbcaquarius airing back to back on the same night. 👽

Painted in Photoshop CC on a Cintiq Companion Hybrid. Typography added in Illustrator CC.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I'm not sure if you've been asked this before but what brushes do you use for sketching/inking and coloring? :o I really love your art!

It’s in my FAQ page to the right. Or you can just click here. (x)

I also use this for plant leaves… Just duplicate your main brush and add these settings. Also for the “Plant_2” elemap, make sure you have a “start-sai.exe” file in your sai folder (it’s full green with a white play button icon on it), just add the elemap to your elemap folder.

 <— Plant_2 (or whatever else you want to name it) elemap

You can find more elemap designs at this Pixiv (x)
Google around for elemap templates, remember to use the binary pen to create the design or Sai won’t read the elemap as valid.

aaaaand….

For clouds / blur or smoke effects, I use:

  

The pen tool is the only tool that I keep as-is and somewhat uniform (and also because those settings are really easy to remember haha). 

The brush tool is significantly less set in stone haha;; I’m very fond of using the flat brush, but other than that, I play around with the settings a lot, so those sliders never stay the same;; (ie. when I want a harder contrast, I turn everything down, or when I’m blending, say, a smooth looking surface I’d turn it up and stuff!) 

yeah!

hippocrampi  asked:

counter: everyone else beginning to braid Keith’s hair, because 'Keith what the heck how can you even SEE, it's bothering me now, come on Lance get the hairbands-'

i like to think that keith has this pseudo-mystical never-ending supply of hair ties. he’s not even consciously aware of it. but if you need one, he always has one. why? fuck if he knows. he thought he lost it three days ago. but there it is, on his wrist. just in case someone needs it.

There are some things you just come to expect when you bust open Pandora’s box and send the whole world spiraling into Satan’s asshole. Unleashing some ancient evil? All right, been there, done that. Everyone turning into pre-Biblical zombies on steroids? Yeah, okay, no big deal.

But Dean hadn’t expected this.

He finds Cas sprawled out on the concrete floor, limp and heaving and alive, thank fuck. But that fact don’t stop it from cutting like shrapnel in his throat every time Dean says Cas’ name, shaking him awake and smacking the color back into his cheeks. And as Cas opens his eyes, it’s a cheap punch to the gut when Dean sees more red than white and blue, and fuck, it’s bad. Worse than some junkie tweaking out on his tenth hit.

Then Dean catches a glimmer of what he’d hoped he’d never have to witness again:

Pure, unadulterated terror.

Dean tries to cradle the sides of Cas’ face, get him to focus—it’s me, Cas; it’s me, I swear—but Dean can almost feel Cas crumpling underneath him as he sucks in one breath after another—that’s it, Cas; easy there.

Dean doesn’t realize he’s been holding his own breath for an eternity until Cas’ head flops to the side, eyes lazily drifting towards the gash near Dean’s temple. “You’re wounded. Let me—”

“Dammit, Cas, no, just…” Dean swallows hard as he gently pries away the cup of Cas’ hand around his jaw, but not before running a finger along the ridge of Cas’ thumb. “Save your energy, ‘kay?”

Save yourself for once, for chrissakes.

“But you’re bleeding.”

“And you’re one loose screw away from the funny farm if you think—”

“I know,” Cas says, and suddenly, there’s a flicker of warmth in his eyes, a searing heat in the pit of Dean’s stomach. They’re just a couple of dumb kids playing with a matchbox, and Dean thinks he might end up burning alive. “Dean, I know.”

Cas brushes a thumb where the blood mottles Dean’s lips.

And the match finally strikes.

“I…I-I’m sorry, Cas. Oh, God, I'm—”

The words get lost somewhere in the collar of Cas’ coat, Dean’s hands running along the length of Cas’ back and into his sweat-matted hair, scrabbling for something, anything to hold onto. A sign—any damn sign at all—that Cas hasn’t slipped through his fingers yet.

That maybe it isn’t too late to pick up the pieces together.

Barbie Girl
  • "Do you wanna go for a ride?"
  • "Jump in"
  • "It's fantastic"
  • "You can brush my hair"
  • "Undress me everywhere"
  • "Let's go party!"
  • "Dress me up"
  • "Kiss me here"
  • "Touch me there"
  • "You can touch"
  • "You can play, if you say I'm always yours"
  • "Do whatever you please"
  • "I can act like a star"
  • "I can beg on my knees"
  • "Let us do it again"
  • "Oh, I'm having so much fun"
  • "We're just getting started"
Hide & Seek Starters
  • Let's just hope you don't end up like her.
  • Do you like her?
  • You want her pussy.
  • Stop this.
  • Did Daddy tell you about my mommy?
  • Let's hope you don't wind up like her.
  • It's going to be a real treat having both of you here.
  • I didn't even realize anyone else lived up here.
  • Well, it does get pretty quiet in the off season.
  • I have a new friend.
  • He told me to call him ___.
  • When did you meet ____?
  • Is he here right now?
  • ___, why would you do this?
  • ___, did you have a part in this?
  • I'm sorry, I can't tell you.
  • ___, what's going on?
  • It's not unusual for a child to create an imaginary friend.
  • I don't want to be too forward, but I don't notice a lot of kids around and I'm trying to find other kids to have play dates with ___.
  • You know ____ doesn't exist.
  • You shouldn't say that.
  • You're going to make him mad.
  • You like games?
  • I love games. Would you like to play one?
  • I'm already playing a sex game with ___.
  • Spaghetti and meatballs is your favorite dish.
  • This is a traumatic time for her. I think it's important she stays here and works through this.
  • I need to be a full-time dad/mom.
  • Is your daughter/son this crazy?
  • Did you do your homework?
  • Did you brush your teeth?