its like i didnt even brush it

au where isak and even are strangers and they go to the same halloween party ,and isak is dressed as romeo thanks to his friends and when he goes outside to smoke he sits next to even without paying attention and then someone drunkenly comes up to them like “woah let me guess, romeo and juliet?” and isak and even both look up confused as the guy leaves with a thumbs up and then they look at each other and ,oh. even is dressed as juliet ,and they eye each other for a second before laughing and they share the joint, and they spend like an hour just smoking and talking then evens like “we should head back inside its startin to get really cold” and theyre in the house and jonas comes up to them like “youre back just in time!” and isaks like “in time for what?” then someone standing on the table nearly yells, “the winner fo the best couples costume is…romeo and juliet!!” and isak and even are like ??? and theyre being celebrated and isaks voice get lost trying to explain how theyre not together and stuff. but then even shrugs with a smirk and they go along with it and the prize is some alcohol which isak gladly drinks ,and by the time he’s walking even home ,isak is ,,drunk, and he needs to be shushed by even a lot but theyre both laughing and isak has to put a finger against evens lips at least once too. then isak comes to a stop and sprints to this playground and even follows, shaking his head..then isak tells even to go up to the slide and when even kneels at the top, isaks like “say your line” and with an eyeroll and grin even looks to the distance and just, “oh romeo, wherefore art thou romeo” and isak giggles and holds up a hand, confident, then a few seconds pass in silent and even cocks an eyebrow and isak scratches the back of his neck, “actually i dont know the words” and laughing, even gets off and stops in front of isak and isaks like, “what if we just,,get to the kissing part” and evens like “i dont kiss people i just met” and isak purses his lips, “isnt that what romeo and juliet did though” and evens about to say something but isak cuts him off smirking, “youre being a terrible juliet” and even licks his lips and smiles but then spins around and starts walking, isak walking behind him, but then even turns back around after a while and takes the few steps towards isak and kisses him, holding his face in his hands and isak is,,breathless and even is smirking at him then starts to leave again, and when he realizes isak isnt following he looks behind and chuckles, “come on romeo, you promised to walk me home” and isak does, and theres a lot of blushing and nervous laughter on both sides, hands brushing as they walk, shoulders bumping.. and when they stop at evens flat, isaks like “so i know they didnt have phones back then but since its 2017 ….” and even raises his eyebrows with a smile, “yes please” and they exchange numbers then even starts opening the door, “well, good night …isak” and isak cant stop grinning, “good night, even” and well the story doesnt end like romeo and juliet but with them also winning next year’s best couples custome

youarenewformetoo  asked:

Inspired by the song Somebody That I Used To Know Tony and Bucky dated for a while and then Bucky gets in an accident where he loses his arm and he gets self-conscious and breaks up with Tony, he gets Steve to get his stuff from Tony's house and he completely removes him from his life without explaining anything to Tony, Tony is devastated and doesn't know what he did wrong and after 2 years he sees bucky again

“Bucky?” Tony ripped his sunglasses off and stared up at the man who had just plowed into him. “Buck? Uh, hey.”

“Hey. Heya, Tony.” Bucky ran his right hand through his hair awkwardly. “How are you? Been a long time.”

“Its been two years.” Tony corrected. “Not just a long time. Two years. Where the hell have you been? What have you been doing? Why did you–” Tony closed his mouth and backed up a step, folding his arms. “Hows it going?”

“Its good to see you Tony.” Bucky said quietly, letting his eyes trace over Tony’s heartbreakingly familiar face, the hair he had spent hours running his fingers through, the dark eyes he had fallen in love with. “You look good.”

“You look good too.” Tony nodded, glancing away and clearing his throat. “So. You’re back in town?”

“Visiting some friends. Um Steve is–”

“Steve. Right.” Tony unfolded then refolded his arms tensly. “Steve. How are you guys doing? Still together?”

“What? No.” Bucky shook his head. “Steve and I were never together.”

“What do you mean you were never together? What about when you–” Tony looked away again. “When you moved out. He helped you. I assumed…”

“Oh honey.” Bucky looked sad all the sudden. “No, no Tony. I didnt leave because I was with Steve.”

Then why the hell–” Tony started to raise his voice but he put his hands up peacefully. “Nevermind. You look good, Buck. Glad to see you well. Guess Ill see you around.”

Tony jammed his hands in his pockets and stepped around him, heading up the sidewalk again.

Bucky watched him go, wondering how it could still hurt this bad after two years.

****************

“Tony wait!”

Tony turned around when Bucky grabbed his wrist. “What’s up Buck?” He looked tired, tired and just worn out and way too emotional to be having a conversation in the middle of the street.

“Tony, I didnt leave because I was with Steve, or because I didnt want you anymore.”

“I cant talk about this right now.” Tony tried to tug away.

“Tony–”

“No, Bucky!” Tony snapped. “Its been two years! Just let it go!”

“No, no sweet thing, I wont.” Bucky whispered and this time tears made his blue eyes shine. “I left because—”

He held out his left hand, the robotic one and Tony blinked down at it and then up at him.

“I dont get it.”

“I felt like half a man, Tony. I was hurt, and you had to do everything for me. I couldnt even– couldnt even hold you the way I used to, the way you liked.”

“I didnt care about that.” Tony brushed a hand over his face, cramming his sunglasses over his eyes. “I didnt care about that.”

“I know. But I did. So I ran away.” Bucky held up his left hand, curling it carefully around Tonys other wrist. “And it was stupid and Ive missed you every day. But I figured you hated me enough for leaving that you wouldnt even give me the time of day, much less…” he motioned between them. “And then after I decided to get the prosthesis, I was worried Id hurt you while I was adjusting to it and–”

“You’re so stupid!” Tony burst out. “Do you really think so little of me that I would care–” his voice broke. “I didnt hate you, but I kind of do now. For thinking we werent strong enough to handle it.”

“I am stupid.” Bucky agreed, and tilted Tonys chin up carefully. “Can we– Can I take you to dinner? Or can I come over and cook you dinner? I still remember your favorite way to cook chicken and—”

“Im a vegetarian now.” Tony sniffed and Bucky smiled slowly, wiping a tear from Tonys face.

“No you arent.”

“Fine, Im not but— but—” Tony took his sunglasses off again and jabbed them at Buckys chest. “Bucky. It killed me when you left. I loved you and I was ready to work through anything wiht you and then you just up and fucking left me! Give me one good reason I shouldnt try to knock your ass out?”

“Ill hold you the way you like.” Bucky murmured, and leaned in close to nuzzle Tonys cheek, knowing Tony had already forgiven him, because the beautiful brunette hadnt stopped touching his left arm, hadnt stopped lacing and unlacing their fingers even as he was yelling. “I remember how to do that too.”

“You’re not as charming as you used to be.” Tony snapped and Bucky finally just wrapped both arms around him and held him tight.

“Ive missed you.”

“I still hate you.”

“Thats fine. I can work with that.”

“Im going to make things miserable for you.”

“Thats fine, doll, I wouldnt expect anything else.”

“You have two years to make up for. Two.”

“Ill make up for every second, and then some. Whatever you want, okay?”

Bucky closed his eyes and tried not to cry when Tony finally put his arms around him.

“The robot arm is a little hot.” Tony admitted, his voice muffled in Buckys jacket.

“There’s my tech genius.” Bucky pulled away only enough to steal a quick kiss. “My beautiful genius. Come on. Lets go start making up for all that lost time.

god i love brotherhood hate so much tbh fuck brotherhood (sorry if you like brotherhood but fuck brotherhood)

listen basically that long post i just reblogged brought up my biggest beef with brotherhood and manga (tho ive never read manga and have heard its better with characters) is that it ignores its characters

i like good plots and i get bored when something doesnt have a plot and is ONLY characters. but whats even worse to me is when its ONLY plot. the characters and plot should drive each other and the characters should be affected by the plot

FUCKING BROTHERHOOD doesnt let its characters recover from trauma and shit

i remember reading ed didnt cry until the last episode and i was like “wtf i remember him having some awesome crying scenes” and then i realized i was remembering 2003, which has BEAUTIFUL and realistic character development and thats when i got super pissed

AND FUCKING AL you know when marta is killed in his armor in 2003 its so fucking horrific and then you have the same thing in brotherhood and youre like “oh no how is al going to feel after this poor thing” and he JUST BRUSHES IT OFF? and later he goes on this rant of “im sick of watching people die” and it just pisses me off like im sorry, al, i didnt even realize those deaths affected you but if you wanna bring them up to motivate yourself to become stronger then sure do that even though its total bullshit

AND NINA! i know nina IS brought up a few times in brotherhood, but every time im loterally like “oh yeah that happened.” And i dont feel anything. When ed says at the end how he couldnt even save a little girl, despite how epic the scene is, i was kinda pissed because it felt like such a cheap thing to mention since i didnt see ed or al actually affected by nina. just feeling sad for her every once in while isnt being affected by it. Being affected by it is when the experience permanently leaves an impact

you get that in 2003. every thing that happens to the brothers permanently affects their growth, rather than it all being episodic events that add to their male protag angst (“what doesnt kill me makes me stronger lol what emotions? What trauma? I use it to fuel my righteous fury hiyah!”), every thing pushes them slightly further to who they end up at the end of the series

i can and have gone on and on on how much brotherhood characters piss me off because they all came out of the series almost the same as they went in, learning concrete lessons but not actually changing psychologically/realistically nor GROWING, and how every character got what they originally wanted in the way they wanted it. and imo, thats BAD character writing. It works sometimes based on the story, but with something like fma with these goal-driven characters who face challenges and trauma im order to get what they want, they SHOULDNT ultimately get what they want. And if they do get what they want, it should be either that they dont need it, they dont want it anymore, or they get it in a more bittersweet/twisted way (like roy couldve gotten what he wanted without getting his eyesight back and becoming fuhrer. He would lose the more surface goal, but he could still achieve the more abstract underlying motive of fixing the country.)

why are most of my comfort characters guys anyway

i feel like..its cause i was never really stereotypically feminine and my interests were always really societally gender neutral

like yeah i had a littlest pet shop/gen 3 mlp/barbie phase when i was like 6 but i didnt brush their hair or shit. i made weird stories and took off their clothes and put them in anatomically impossible poses to praise the Dark Lord

but even the way i think or express myself is like…my guyish. you know how society puts that pressure on boys to not cry and to hold their emotions back. thats like me but it’s myself thats holding me back
but the comfort characters i love arent macho burly guys. mine are more introverted “weak” dorks with their strong point being intelligence and wit. they have this really down to earth personality. never really like conflict, sarcastic as fuck, dont really show genuine emotion around other people because they dont want to concern anyone. or if they do have an outburst theyre like fuck it time to retreat and deal with this on my own. theyre afraid to ask for help and wait for it to come first, and when that happens theyre genuinely grateful and show a side of their personality that you rarely ever see. and even though they seem kinda introverted and dont talk much about themselves they have a fuckton going on inside and above all theyre really really caring and loving even if you couldnt guess it
and they have these really unique quirks that flesh them out really well

like dave strider is the perfect example of this. dipper too

One Bad Night

Not only did she get booted out of a lyft but upon stumbling onto the curb she broke her heel. She glared at her best friend Amber who shrugged. “What that fuckin guys was a misogynistic dick! I wont have someone critisizing my choices in showing my body just because he’s a prick.”
Y/n closed her eyes “how far are we from the club?” She sighed with an edge of anger lacing her voice. “Are you mad at me it sounds like you’re mad at me…?” Amber pried. Y/n let out a long sigh. Youre goddamn right im mad (is what she wanted to say) however she shook it off and asked again. “How far are we from the club?”
Amber looked at maps on her phone and scrunched her nose. “About 6 blocks?”
Fuck you Am. “How am I supposed to walk 6 blocks on a broken heel?” Y/ N asked. Amber fished through her purse “dont worry ive got back ups. What kind of friend would I be if I didnt have back ups?” The kind of friend to have me out here on my birthday ruining my favorite pumps and having to fricken exercise in tight jeans and a crop top thats what. Y/n kept it to herself and took the black patent leather flats.

By the time theyd made it to the club y/n had shoved her long beautiful mane into a bun disregarding the time spent curling and styling that she did earlier. Its bad enough Amber scared the fuck out of her while she was curling her hair leaving a burn the size of the state of California on the back of her neck. She hoped no one would notice. Upon approaching the lengthy line they ambled up to the bouncer who hardly looked up from their clip board. “Back of the line.” They said in a droll tone. “Arent you gonna like…” Amber started “back of the line like everyone else.” They said turning the page on the clip board still not looking up. Y/n sighed rolling her eyes and starting off toward the other direction. “This is stupid.” She mumbled. “Hey! If you wouldve worn that sexy black dress that I got you we wouldve already been in there. Who goes out in jeans?” Amber snarked. “Dude! That dress wouldve had my thighs rubbing together like there was no tomorrow especially since your narrow ass had us walking for 6 blocks.”
“Youre always complaining, if I had your body Id be running around naked.” Amber sighed locking arms with her. As soon as Y/n and Amber started toward the back of the line a motor cycle pulled up on the curb. Screams erupted from the back of the line, “what the fuck is happening?” Y/n asked. “Holy shit bitch…” “what???” “Do you not know who that is?”
“Amber I– ”
Amber turned and grabbed y/ns face “your baby daddy in your head…think girl!” “Thats not Jason Momoa…” y/n said. “No bitch the Vanilla one.”
Y/ns eyes went wide as the realization hit her. “No no girl nu-uh.” “Uh yes bitch.”
He approached the front of the line as they were leaving. “Where are you going?” He said to Y/n scanning her up and down before giving her his signature smile. Amber grabbed her arm and whispered “bitch Chris Evans just gave you THE LOOK.”
Y/n elbowed her. “We were headed to the back, yknow rules.”
“No that idiot bouncer doesnt know a goddess when he sees one!” Amber barked loud enough for the bouncer to hear. Y/n closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “Well I sure as hell do.” Chris said, still looking dead at y/n. He was looking at her like he already knew what she looked like under her clothes. She crossed her arms feeling suddenly vulnerable in her crop top. “Why dont you come in with me?” He said holding out his hand. Y/n turned to Amber who nudged her on.

The two women followed Chris into the club, about half way toward Chris’ booth Amber disappeared. Of fucking course when she actually needed Amber and her forever running mouth she was gone. Now she had to talk to him. What the fuck is she gonna say? Thoughts bombarded her ‘I hope I didnt sweat off my makeup.’ ’ I hope I still smell good..’ ‘what do I even say to him???’. He stopped and guided her to sit down with his hand at the small of her back. She sat down and undid the bun at the top of her head allowing her thick dark hair cascade down her shoulder. He watched in awe as she adjusted herself. “Wow.” He said breathlessly. She smiled softly “what?” “You’re so beautiful…” he said eyeing her. She let out a small chuckle. “And here i was thinkin you felt bad for us and had us follow you in.” “No.” He laughed. “I just. I dont know I dont see a lot of girls like you anymore. I really wanted to meet you.” He said.
“What do you mean girls like you?” She said quirking an eyebrow. “You’re just everything. You’re genuine and gorgeous. Its refreshing.”
She rolled her eyes “shut up.”
“I mean it.” He laughed. “Come on I’ll order us some drinks.” He said soflty brushing his hand over hers. Shivers ran down her spine.

“You know what I didnt even want to come out tonight.” She said taking a sip of her third drink. “No?” “Nuh-uh its my birthday I wanted to stay home and order thai food and watch x-files all day then get a little drunk and eat icecream.” She giggled. He smiled at her “what happened?” “I got fuckin dragged out here by my friend, and she argued with the lyft, uber, whatever the fuck, point is she fought the guy for like 20 minutes and he dropped us off like 6 blocks away and i fucked up a pair of $500 shoes.” She said. “Oh no.” He laughed. “Shush those were my favorite pumps they were sparkly red platforms and now theyre in Ambers purse probably getting granola crumps in them.” She said finishing her drink.

He sighed and finished his own. “Well the night of your birthday doesn have to be a total disaster. ” he said rubbing her thigh. She looked at him raising her eyebrows. “We can still get you that thai food.” He said grinning. She laughed “I cant leave Amber here.” She said stroking his hand. “She left you with me, she got you kicked out of an uber, I think its fine with the party gods if you ditch her just this one time.” He said. She sighed he was right this whole night all she had been doing was getting y/n in messy situations. Besides she wouldve done the same thing if she’d gone home with somebody. “Okay fine.” She smirked. He laughed before pulling her out of the booth. He left money at the table for their drinks and the two weaved out of the club. They made it back to his bike. He gave her his helmet and let her wear his leather jacket. The two of them peeled down the streets. This was exciting the speed of his bike, the smell of his cologne the brisk night air. This was turning out better than she thought. The two stopped at a hole in the wall thai place. The two took their orders to go and he drove them to his place. “Jesus, swank digs my guy.” She sighed upon seeing his house. He chuckled at her, “I guess you can say that.” “I guess? Bruh your house can eat mine and have my truck for desert.” She groaned. He pulled her into him and kissed her “I’m hoping I can just have you for desert instead.” He grinned at her deer in the head lights expression. “Oh…” was all she could manage. He unlocked the door letting her in and following close behind his chest grazing her back. Shivers ran down her spine as his hands ghosted over her exposed waist gently digging into the warm soft flesh. He dipped down and nuzzled the back of her neck taking in the scent of coconut and rose emanating from her thick dark hair. His teeth clipped her neck. She turned to face him standing what would be chest to chest if he hadnt been so goddamn tall. Her hands splayed across his chest as she peered up at him. Even in the dimly lit foyer she could see the color in his eyes go from sky blue to oceanic as they darkened with lust. She was surprised and proud of her self. She never thought someone like him would be looking at her like their last supper. “Are you gonna stand there staring at me or are ya gonna do something?” She smirked. With that he set the food down on the floor and picked her up hauling her into the living room. She shrieked letting out high pitched giggles as he squeezed her butt with his free hand. He lobbed her dowb on the couch before straddling her. “Tell me birthday girl.” He started before taking off his shirt. “What do you want?” He smiled down at her. She covered her mouth as a moan left her lips as she scanned the glorious expanse of muscle infront of her. “Oh damnit. That…that right there is just straight up rude. ” she said “what?” “That!” She said hitting his chest. “You are way too damn fine, just ….“she trailed off as her hands wandered about his chest. Him chuckling drew her out of her daze. Her eyes snapped up at him. He dipped down to kiss her. “I could say the same for you, doll.” He said grabbing her by the back of the legs and pulling her closer to him. “Shut up.” She groaned as he peppered kisses about her neck. She could feel him smile against her skin. “You never told me what you wanted for your birthday.” He said letting his hands crawl up her thighs. Heat pooled in between her legs as she searched for the words to say to him. He teased her with his denim clad bulge gliding against her cunt. “Whatever you got is what I want.” She said carding her fingers through his hair. “Yeah?” He said nipping at her neck again “yeah, surprise me.” She said grinding against him as his lips clamped down hard over her collar bone. He unbottoned her jeans letting her wriggle out of them before releasing her neck from his lips. “Well on my birthday a big fantasy I have…I getting fantastic head.” He grinned inching his way down her body. “Really?” She giggled as his fingers hooked her black thong. “Definitely. ” he peeled them down her thighs. She beamed at him as he disappeared in between her thighs ghosting his lips over her cunt before planting sloppy kisses about her warm thighs. She twitched and he hadnt even tasted her yet. She knew she was in trouble by the way he gripped her thighs holding onto them tight before drawing a broad stripe over her heat. She wiggled toward him, he looked up at her with a shit eating grin before giving little kitten licks on her aching clit. She smiled at him before tugging his short blonde hair. He gasped and let his mouth hang open as his tongue darted over her. She rolled her eyes “fuckin tease.” “The build up is my favorite part” he chuckled before swiping his tongue over her heat. He caressed her thighs as he drew the soft bud into his mouth rolling it in between his lips and tongue. Christ the boy had skills! She thought. He varied speeds as he alternated between licking and sucking using her sounds as cues as to what worked best. She hit a fever pitch as his finger slid inside of her he pumped slowly curling his finger againsy her g-spot. She let out a throaty cry as her back arched up off the couch. “Oh oh oh oh n..oh my god.” She moaned as he sucked and continued to curl his finger adding another for good measure causing her to grip his hair and pull hard. He winced and replied by pinching her clit with his lips. He could feel her clench and flutter around his fingers. He picked up speed moving to the rhythm of the soft “oh…oh…oh ooh! oh! oh!” Coming from Y/N. She came hard he could feel her gush around his knuckles. He drew his fingers out of her slowly watching her body flicker he licked her juices clean off his hand before wiping his lips with the back of the opposite hand. She was flush, her chest heaving a soft sheen of sweat making her skin glimmer. He kissed her. She pulled him into her wrapping her arms around him and jamming her tongue into his mouth. The kiss was hot and dirty, tongues swapping their different tastes into eachothers mouths he groaned into the kiss as she sucked his tongue. She pulled away to catch her breath staring with lust blown eyes at the dazed adonis ontop of her. “I can still have anything I want?” She breathed. “Y-yea.” He stammered. She pulled him closer so that she could whisper in his ear. “I want you inside of me.” She caressed the shell of his ear with her tongue illicting shivers from Chris. “I can do that.” He answered. He pulled off of her and fished in his pocket for a condom before peeling out of his jeans. There was a dark mark on the front of his jeans. “Did you?” She chuckled “Did I cum in my pants listening to you? Yes, yes I did. It doesnt help that.” He rolled on the condom as she took off her shirt “that you sound like a porn star and taste like heaven.” He said yanking her toward him by the backs of her legs making her slide down the couch. She giggled as his lips met hers again while he alligned his hips with hers. She gasped as he slid inside bottoming out in her wetness. He stuck his tongue in her mouth causing her to continue kissing him. “How do you want?..” he tried to continue speaking but she felt too good. “Slow, deep…” she groaned as he moved in and out each thrust deeper than the last. He felt her nails claw into his shoulders in respinse to the pain he slammed into her. She yelped pulling him in. “Yeah, pull me in, pull me in it feels good when you…” he moaned as she matched pace she wrapped her legs around him rolling her hips against his thrusts. “Fuck you feel…y/n you feel so…” she cut him off with her lips crashing on his. “Oh Chris, fuck…just…oh my God…I ..” “what is it baby? What do you need?” “I want..i want. I” she broke off with a long moan. Her hand gripped the back of his neck “harder please.” “You got it.” He bore into her. She screamed as he continued to slam into her filling her to the hilt “Im fuckin close please…oh pleease.” “Mhmm. I can feel it.” He continued feeling the familiar presure of her walls clenching around him. It was so different feeling it around his cock than around his fingers. She was going to make him cum before he could get her there. He kissed her messily as she tried to kiss back in between moans. He collapsed holding her closer to him and deepenig the angle fucking her desperately, spurred on by her sounds of ecstasy. “Chris.” She let out in a long whine.“Y/n?” “Chris.Chris. Chris…oh fuck.” She cried. Her walls fluttered about his cock as she spilled over onto his pelvis. He chased after her as she kissed him softly, peppering hot kisses about his neck and collar. She bit down as he grabbed her ass for leverage she could feel his thrusts becomming erratic. “Kiss me.” He ordered. She did kissing him hard their tongues meeting once again until his mouth went slack and his thrusts became sloppy as he came gripping onto her fucking through his orgasm. Watching him come was enough to illict one more sneaky orgasm from Y/n as he melted into her arms kissing her sloppily. He remained inside of her for a while letting her smooth down his matted hair. “Happy birthday.” He murmured. She let out a ragged laughand kissed the top of his head. “I’ll be right back.” He said before getting up and trotting off to the downstairs bathroom to dispose of the condom. He made his way back with the almost forgotten thai food and their drinks. “There’s a blanket on the back of the couch.” He said jutting his chin toward the soft grey and white blanket. She wrapped herself up and waited for him to settle down next to her. “I guess you’ve already figured out that you’re spending the night.” He said passing her the bag with the thai food. “Hey, as long as you have netflix I’m not complaining.” She shrugged. He chuckled before kissing her one more time.

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ive been asked before by multiple people how i get my drawings to look the way they do so here is a thing! this is the process ive settled on after a several years of trying to figure out digital art. i still have lots to learn but i hope this is helpful!!! 

please click through to read all the steps and get a better view of the drawings! i know i kinda wrote a lot/all over the place… im not sure how legible my handwriting is, so if opening the images in new tabs doesn’t help then i’ve typed up the plain text on a google doc here.

a few other notes: 

  • i use sketchbook pro 7 for digital art
  • i alternate mostly between a tweaked version of sbp7’s ‘hard pencil rough’ and 'pencil 4’ (with the weird crosshatch-looking texture on it).
  • i have a bunch of other brushes i have made/downloaded for effects, which you can see examples of in the title panel, but not in the main drawing.
  • i used a paper texture on color burn between the last panel and the finished piece.
  • in this case i started with an off-white background from the get-go, but with doodles i usually use plain white.

thanks for reading (owo)b

anonymous asked:

you have probably been asked this before but what program and brushes do you use? I'm so new to trying out brushes and don't really understand them....

Originally posted by movielala

Its actually the first time I had this question! 

I use fire alpaca for quick linework with its basic set of brushes. I keep it basic.

Now if I am doing photoshop for serious artwork. I use a set of pencil brushes and  like a ton of brushes  (Love the square flat brush)But I have other brushes I have for quick tools for painting but those are the ones I use for serious painting. 

But remember these are tools. It takes practice! I use what is comfortable with me. So its narrows it down to 2 brushes. (( A pencil perfect, and a flat coloring brush)) Most times. Hell I even paint with fire alpaca pencil brush tool and water color brush. If I am too lazy! hahah. And they are basic brush settings. 

(yep didnt change the settings of the basic tools at all)) 

 But fire alpaca is such a savior for my linework. I am sure I can probably do well with Paint tool sai, but it feels so slow. 

The key with brushes is that they dont instantly make you better. You still have to learn things like color theory and weight of the line. And all of that is experimentation. As I said earlier do what makes you feel comfortable. Find your own brushes that work for you!

Grant Landis Imagine

Imagine- amandabeth121

I sat on my bed crying. Everything was coming apart way too fast. I failed my math test, my bestfriend was ignoring me for some reason, and not to mention the guy who i really liked and thought was ‘talking’ to me just got a girlfriend.

I held my knees to my chest and tried to calm myself down before Grant got here. We had another project to work on which was also causing me stress.

My door creaked open but i was too worn out to lift my head. 

“Amanda? What’s wrong?” Grant rushed over to me. Grant was one of my other bestfriends so there was no point in lying to him.

All at once I started blabbing about what was wrong and crying. I coulld see  the fear and concern in his eyes. He has never seen me cry before let alone to this extent.

Next thing i know im being lifted onto his lap and engulfed in a hug. “Its okay, screw him.”

“But, no one else likes me… he was my only shot at a boyfriend!”

Grant laughed at the. LEGIT LAUGHED AT ME! “oh my you were serious? wow, that is so not true.”

“Then name one person who has a crush on me.”

He brushed my hair out of my eyes and held my chin so we had to make eye contact. “maybe Grant Landis.”

“W-what?” I gasped. 

He scratched the back of his neck. “Yea, I’ve liked you for a while…”

“Oh Grant.. I didn’t know..”

“Well good! I kinda didnt want you too…So don’t cry over him ok? He isn’t your only chance, even if its not me.” He gave me a hug again. “how about you lay down for a bit before we start this project?”

I nodded at him and crawled off his lap and under the covers. “Lay down with me please?’

He bit his lip before nodding and laying next to me.