just a little something while i think of what i should do next on photoshop

Simple Sigil Creation: A How-To Guide

One of the most common messages I get on Tumblr goes something like this: “What is your process for creating sigils? It can’t be as simple as scrambling up letters, so what’s the real secret?”

The truth is, there isn’t a secret. Making sigils is actually quite simple. Anyone can do it. Even for a complete newcomer, the process should take less time than a coffee break. While there are many, many ways to create sigils — magic squares, automatic drawing, grid overlays — the methods don’t really matter all that much.

In this post, I’m going to show the step-by-step method I used for creating the most recent sigil I’ve published. It came at the request of a young woman who wanted to catch the romantic attentions of another female. It said simply: “She will see me in a romantic way.”

As you can see, I’ve gone with the most basic sigil-creation method here. I’ve written out the text, and I’ve isolated the consonants from the sentence. While there is an “occult” tradition behind this method, I wouldn’t get hung up on thinking that it’s the “right” way to make a sigil. It’s no better than any other method, it’s just easier to explain.

This first step is meant to abstract the coherent words into a less-coherent jumble of letters. The words stop being as meaningful, but the symbols behind the sigil’s intent remain. To keep things simple — and to speed up my next step — I arrange these letters into a grid.

The next step is to abstract the remaining letters even further. Here, I’ve simply started combining elements of the letters together. I generally start by picking two letters from the grid of consonants, and start combining lines, curves, curls, dots, and other pieces of those letters together.

I try to keep these new symbols as simple as possible — four or five pencil strokes at most — because I’ll be further combining them in the next step.

From here, I generally play around with a few ideas, combining elements of symbols as I go. Sometimes these ideas come easily, as seen in the picture, but sometimes it can take pages and pages of sketches to find one I like. In particularly thorny situations, I’ll even start the entire process over from scratch, just to give myself a clean slate.

Once I’ve found a design I like, it’s time to start on the final design. Much like every other stage in the process, there is no one “right” way to do this. This is also the step where most people could happily stop. When the sigil looks and feels “right” to you, it’s done. The sigil is complete, if you want it to be.

In my case, however, I’m also making art for my website and social media. That means creating a version of the sigil that will (hopefully) catch other people’s eyes. There are countless ways to do this — charcoals, crayons, digital painting, markers — and I’ve experimented quite a bit over the years.

I also like to have an excuse to play with ink and brushes, so that’s how this one came together. I like that it’s a little unpredictable — with streaks and globs and splatter — and I’m always thrilled when a happy accident improves the design.

As you can see, I create tons of variations, tinkering with brush sizes, stroke direction, the amount of ink in the brush, and other stuff. While I liked some of these versions, none of them looked quite right. So, I kept going until I found one that did.

A few ink-soaked pages later, and this version was the clear winner. From here, it was just a matter of scanning the image in and doing a few technical things in Photoshop to make it look better in black and white. I add the text, the watermark, and … that’s it.

Here’s the finished version.

As you can see, there’s no great secret to making a sigil. Nor should there be. Sigils are about focusing intent, and even a few pencil scratches on notebook paper can become a perfectly wonderful sigil with the right intent behind it. Yes, some people (like me) like to do a little showing off with things they picked up from art class, but that should never be a barrier to creating your own personal sigils.

Questions? Thoughts? Leave a comment or drop me a message.

3D/RGB Split Effect Tutorial

Hello! this is an effect I see in a lot of artworks and that I use a lot, I tend to see new/younger digital artists (even others who are more experienced) asking me and others quite often how to do it but there doesn’t seem to be many tutorials for how to do it, especially not for Clip Studio Paint. I’m going to try to keep this simple as possible, cause it confuses tf out of me and i only just now learned how to do it in CSP lol

*This can also be/is usually done in Photoshop, but not everyone has photoshop, and there are already tutorials for it I think! Do what u gotta do! 

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I’ve got my swim trunks, and my flippie-floppies

for @legividivici, hope you like it!! <3 (ao3)

The last place Clarke expected to run into anyone she knows is the literal middle of the ocean, but the cruise ship has barely left port before she spots a familiar head of tousled curls ahead of her in the crowd.

She loses sight of him before she can get a good look, so she chalks it up to her imagination. It’s entirely possible that Bellamy is on the same cruise she is– they did, after all, both just graduate, and therefore have the same budget and scheduling constraints– but she tells herself it probably isn’t him. And that even if it is him, it’s not like they’re going to run into each other.

So of course the next day she’s on one of the decks by the pool when a shadow falls over her and his voice says, “Is this chair taken?”

Clarke pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head and wrinkles her nose at him.

“I don’t know, I my tiara really ought to have a chair of its own.”

Bellamy smirks and sits on the edge of the chair, not moving her stuff– not yet– but settling in to bicker with her. As is their custom.

She and Bellamy were RAs in the same dorm two years ago, and they had differing ideas at first about how hands-on they needed to be with their freshmen. Despite the way they picked at each other, by the end of the year they’d become reluctant allies, his calling her ‘Princess’ taking on less of a sneer and more of a teasing edge, her comebacks laced with a smile. They had each other’s backs.

But she didn’t re-up her RA contract for her senior year, and he did, and they’re not the type of friends to outright admit they miss each other, so she hasn’t seen nearly as much of him in the past couple of semesters as she would like.

“You here with Wells?”

“And Raven,” she nods. “I was saving those seats for them, but I’m pretty sure they ditched me to have tiny cabin sex.”

“O and Lincoln ditched me pretty fast too. I think they’ve all forfeited their right to a saved seat,” he grins, passing her bag back to her. The way he lounges back in the chair, skin already browning, wind ruffling his hair, he looks like something straight out of an ad. Or Clarke’s fantasies. Either one, really.

Just because she used to think he was a Class-A dick (which he is, but not in the way she thought. In the fun way.) doesn’t mean she’s never noticed how great his hands are, or how he’s got perfect hair for pulling, or how there’s probably more than one way to wipe a smirk off his face.

“Sure, make yourself at home,” she grumbles. He grins at her and pulls his shirt off, which is– honestly just so unfair.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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anonymous asked:

Don't you feel like Cas is getting smaller? I mean, I was sure before that he and Dean where almost the same heigh but Dean was a little taller than him, and last episode when I saw them standing in front of each Dean looked a lot more taller than Cas

That’s an interesting question. IRL, Misha is a strapping lad [183 cm], only 3 cm shorter than Jensen [186 cm] (and, well, much shorter than Jared [193 cm], but then again, isn’t everyone?), but the show has a habit of framing him so he looks a bit smaller than that.

Like, this is them IRL -

- and here is a normal shot from S12.

There are, of course, a number of reasons to cheat with how tall or short actors are, and some have to do with the general framing of the scene, not with the narrative itself. That said, you’re right - this SPN 12x19 thing was almost ridiculously out of proportion.

And the thing is, this is deliberate and meaningful, especially if we consider how carefully arranged other shots in this episode were - from Kelly’s face disappearing into the dark mirror (making her a identity-less baby bump) from Dean and Cas isolated inside that circle, Amanda Tapping has been super attentive and done a wonderful job. In this case, what is most apparent is the symmetry (two groups, isolated down the middle), the white light between Dean and Cas (which draws the attention of the viewer, is in the dead centre of the scene and also a perfect symbol of that distance forming between them), and the almost perfect descent in height of the characters themselves.

This creates a very neat visual effect and it messes with our psychology, because traditionally in Western visual arts the winners go left to right (it’s possible this has to do with our writing system, since in Etruscan art, it’s the opposite way around), as you can see on every Greek vase ever painted -

- but here, even though Cas has just defeated Dagon, we know something is not right and we know Sam and Dean are the ones being reasonable, so our brains instantly go, Wait, what? and this straight line from Sam to Kelly makes things even worse, because it’s a strong indication that there’s some kind of falling down and degeneration involved, and it makes Cas and Kelly look like they’re wrong BUT THEY’RE ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE FRAME (*siren blaring*) and there’s an office inside your brain that’s busy busy busy trying to unscramble wtf is going on.

But - and here is where the magic happens - if you frame this shot in the ‘right’ way, the meaning changes and the thing becomes much less effective.

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Mutual Pining

IchiHime Week 2017

Word count: 1605

Rating: T

Ichigo was staring at her hair.

Orihime’s back was to him as she animatedly told Tatsuki and Chad about a customer that had come in to the bakery asking for a large order of her newest creation: mint and lamb filled steam buns. Her boss had told her she was crazy, but lamb was served with mint all time so why not put it in a pastry? She was sure this was the beginning of her great bakery empire, and she would be sure and remember her friends from her lofty position Queen Baker of the Land of the Rising Sun. Her hair was swishing and trembling as excitedly as the rest of her body. She swept back some her hair over her shoulder, and Ichigo seemed to lean in closer and close his eyes a little.

Suddenly, she whipped around to say something to him, and with his battle-honed reflexes, Ichigo straightened and listened to her with calm and cool collection, answering her with only the tiniest of stutters and the slightest blush that could be mistaken for the heat of the day.

Renji snorted and rolled his eyes. And as if sensing his disdain, Ichigo turned and glared suspiciously. Renji crossed his arms and glared right back. The human was an idiot. Didn’t he see how much bullshit he and Rukia had to go through because he didn’t have the guts to be honest with her? Waiting for the right timing and accomplishments and her brother’s approval and blah blah blah. What did any of that matter? Renji uncrossed his arms, and reached for his fiance’s hand under the table. She didn’t even blink as she continued to calmly sip her tea, but he grinned at the red creeping up the back of her neck and the way her fingers curled around his as his thumb gently stroked the back of her hand
Yep, Ichigo was an idiot.

Of course, he was one to be talking, but he didn’t have an example of almost unrealized love right in front of his face like Ichigo did. There was no excuse for this – “Oh for pity’s sake,” Renji grumbled, as Orihime turned back and Ichigo went back to mooning over the back of her head like a sick puppy.

“Hm?” said Rukia.

“Your protégé is an idiot.”

“Hm, only an idiot if it takes him decades and decades and decades to be honest,” she said.

Renji cleared his throat and shifted at the steel hiding behind her velvet tone. “Right, well, I – he – he’s got me as a bad example, right? Right in front of him! But he’s been swooning for years now! He’s the savior of the world and legal and still hasn’t had a girlfriend.”

“Kurosaki-kun has a girlfriend?” Orihime asked cheerily. Rukia squeezed Renji’s hand so hard he whimpered, and Tatsuki and Chad looked at each other in mutual exasperation. Only Ichigo, whose face dropped with disappointment, didn’t notice that her happy tone was a little too high and like she’d forced her very generous happiness for him through a very tiny needle eye.

“N-No! I don’t…have a girlfriend, I…No, definitely don’t have one.” Ichigo was blushing hard and staring daggers at Renji. “What the hell are you two talking about over there?”

Renji rolled his eyes as he shook out his hand. “I said, you can save the world, but your pathetic ass has the reached the legal human and age and you still haven’t had a girlfriend.” He looped his arm around Rukia’s stiff shoulders. “What’s the good of all that if you ain’t got a girl?”

Orihime glanced between the two of them as Ichigo stewed and tried to think up an appropriate response. “Kurosaki-kun, he’s kind of right, you know.”
Ichigo gaped at her, betrayed.

“I mean!” she remedied, waving her hands. “You’re so busy and stressed with school, you should have…someone to relax with and have fun!”

All the hearts around her cracked a little at her earnestness, except Ichigo’s heart that was cracking for himself.

“Well, I…I don’t really – Hey!” he nearly shouted, startling her. “What about you? When’s the last time you had a boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” she asked, pointing to her own chest. “Um…well, I’ve been busy with the bakery and…stuff…no time for boys, eh heh heh heh.”

Rukia narrowed her eyes at the two. “Orihime, didn’t you go on that date a couple of weeks ago with a boy?”

Orihime blinked at her, the blush at the apples of her cheeks beginning to spread. “Um, well…yes.”

Ichigo’s face paled as his adam’s apple bobbed.

Tatsuki nodded. “You guys are meeting again right?”

Orihime dug her thumbnail into the edge of the table. “Well…yes.”

Ichigo continued to stare at her, strain showing around his eyes.

“What’s he like?” Rukia prodded. Renji turned to stare at her, but she elbowed him.

“Well…nice” she said.

The pale, carrot-topped statue next to her crossed its arms. “Well, why don’t you introduce us?”

“What?!” she stared up at him with huge eyes. “Introduce you?”

He grunted. “We’re your friends. We should check this guy out.”

“I already ‘checked him out,’ Ichigo,” Tatuski said with air quotes. “He’s really nice.”

“So, we’ve established he’s nice,” he glowered. “Any other qualities, or is he just a blob of nice?”

Orihime frowned a little. “Kurosaki-kun, I appreciate you looking out for me, but–”

“He’s hot,” Tatsuki stated.

“Tatsuki-chan!” Orihime hissed.

Her best friend shrugged and mouthed “what?”

Rukia chuckled into her tea as Ichigo looked as if he was torn between throwing this guy into the river or curling into a ball of misery.

“So,” he said when he found his voice. “He’s a…hot blob of nice.” Orihime choked. “Doesn’t mean he’s good enough for her.”

Orihime stopped fidgeting and straightened her spine a little, her voice soft and calm as she said, “Thank you for concern, Kurosaki-kun, but I consider myself an excellent judge of character through my highly developed female intuition. If we…get more serious, I’ll introduce you.” With that, she stood, calm and smiling, but with a little something off kilter about her expression and stance. “I’m sorry, I have to get up early in the morning. See you soon.” She smiled broadly at the Renji and Rukia, the subject of their little gathering. “Congratulations again, Rukia, Abarai-kun.”

They both nodded as Ichigo stared unseeingly at his beer. When she left amongst the chorus of goodbyes, Ichigo grabbed his glass and chugged until only bits of foam clung to the sides.

“More serious,” Ichigo grumped. “What the hell does that mean, more serious? More serious than what?” He paused, his glassy eyes growing a bit large under his scowl. “Does that mean they already are serious? You can’t be more serious unless you’re already some serious, right?” He cursed into his empty glass.
Renji and Rukia looked at each other and then simultaneously raised their fingers for more beer.

“Aren’t you two just too adorable,” Ichigo said acidly.

Renji and Rukia looked at each other and then simultaneously whirled their fingers in circles to keep them coming, ignoring the exaggerated gagging noises across the table.



After several minutes of watching Ichigo and his team practice for their next tournament, Orihime broke the blessed silence.

“Tatsuki-chan,” she sighed.


“Have you ever noticed?”

“Noticed what?”

“The way Kurosaki-kun’s hair changes to the same colors as the sky as the sun sets.”

With a long, low grown, Tatsuki lowered her head to the soccer ball in her lap and stayed there.

“Something wrong, Tatsuki-chan?”

Her forehead still touching the ball, Tatsuki turned to look up Orihime’s concerned face. “How it’s going with the hot blob of nice?”

Orihime started. “Huh? Oh, well, he…we decided not to see each other anymore.”

“Oh?” asked Tatsuki, completely unsurprised. “What happened?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just…the usual – oh! Did you see the pass Kurosaki-kun made? He’s getting much better about passing and not trying to win the whole game himself, don’t you think?”

“Orihime,” she said, lifting her head finally.


“What happened?”

“Well he started to go for the goal himself, but then saw one of his teammates wide open and–“

“For the love of – no! I mean with the nice blob.”

“Oh…you shouldn’t call him that,” Orihime said, managing to frown at her disapprovingly with her eyes still on the sweaty players.

“Well, I can’t remember his name. What was it?”

“It’s, um…aren’t name’s funny though? We should all refer to each other as poignant descriptions rather than names. Like Ishida-kun could be he-who-glints-his-eyeglasses-for-dramatic-effect and – “

“Oh my god, you can’t remember his name?”

Orihime sputtered and glanced at her sideways. “What? That’s silly. We dated for…well for a bit. Why would I forget his name? I just think hot blob of nice is…a nicer name?”

“So, what happened?” Tatsuki tried again. “You talk to nameless one too much about he-whose-hair-reflects-sunsets?”

Orihime sniffed and twisted the fabric of her skirt around her fingers.

“Oh my god.”

“Well, I don’t think I talked about him that much. Honestly…male egos, you know?


“Anyway,” Orihime said, her attention back on the practice field as the college boys strode back to the side, shaking hands and clapping backs. “It was fun while it last – oh.”

Orihime’s mouth remained stuck as a perfect ‘o’ as the stripping Ichigo pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. Sweat glistened off his naked torso that looked quite fetching in the low evening light, even to Tatsuki. She turned to her friend, who had leaned forward, her mouth still open.

“Hey Orihime? You should probably breathe.”



EXO | When Their GF is Shipped With Another Member

Anonymous said:

Can you please do the request “When Their GF is Shipped With Another Member” for EXO? thanks<3

You work at SM and after your relationship was outed they were asked questions about you and after that because of how they described you or what questions they had answered or even your clothing style in pictures when you had been caught together out and about fans had began to ship you when another member *Yes the same preface for the Got7 one*

Recently after the interview where Minseok was asked about you people had been starting to ship you with Jongdae; and though he wasn’t really one to get jealous…annoyance would start to arise.

“Yeah…hi guys, remember me? Y/N is dating me not him.”

Originally posted by mminseok


Though he probably wouldn’t be completely concerned by the fact that you were being shipped with Sehun after a while of hashtags and even fan art of you two he would begin to let the stress get to him.

“Are you okay?” you questioned.

“My brain is going to explode with all these…OH MY GOD WHO WROTE A SMUT FANFIC OF YOU TWO?”

Originally posted by yehet-a-kookie

“What’s with the face?” you questioned as you saw Yixing making faces at his phone.

“The fans found your Instagram and they’ve been commenting on the photos that you’re makeup is always…’on fleek’,” he replied.

“So why are you making a face like you smelled something horrible?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Because they’re also saying that you should date someone fashionably fierce like Tao….I can be fierce to,” he said before trying to be a fierce face.

“So fierce honey….so fierce.”

Originally posted by getlayd

He’s most likely to make a joke out of the whole situation when you start getting shipped with Jongin.

“Hey Y/N, here comes your boyfriend,” Baek joked, as Jongin walked into the living room of the dorm.

“It’s not that funny, Baek….” you said.

“It kinda is actually,” he said, “Look…look…look at this photoshopped picture.”

Originally posted by tipannies

Jongdae is also likely to make jokes to try and lighten the mood of the situation. “Well at least it’s Minseok….”

“What do you mean ‘at least it’s Minseok’?” you questioned.

“He’s the only acceptable choice for you to be shipped with besides me…anyone else and I might have to start questioning people.”

Originally posted by iyeolie

This cinnamon bun might get a little self conscious at the fact that you were being shipped with Kris. He might start internally questioning why the fans might think you two would look better together and start to over think the situation.

“Channie, I got food, are you hungry?” you asked, walking into your apartment only to receive no response, “Channie?”

“Hmm?” he questioned, staring at his phone with a pained look on his face.

“Would you give me that,” you said as you took his phone away from him, “Now you listen to me Park Chanyeol, I don’t care what the fans say…the only man I love and have ever truly loved is you and no fan based shipping is going to change that, got it?”

He looked at you a small frown still on his face. “I love you too…and I got it.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

He was actually trying to answer fan questions on live TV when he first saw anything about you being shipped with Yixing. “D.O. what do you think about the recent outbreak of hashtags #Y/N&Lay?”

He froze, the smile disappearing from his face. What did he think about it? He didn’t know what to think about it, this was the first time he was actually hearing about it. But he was definitely going to be doing some digging later.

“I find it rather amusing actually….” he started, trying to come up with a lie.

Originally posted by jonginssoo

“They shipped you with Luhan?” Jongin questioned, when you warned him that after his interview the fans had let their imaginations run wild.

“Yeah…for some reason they think I would look good with Luhan and I just wanted to warn you that-” 

“This is not…that…no….you would not look good with Luhan,” he said, giving a disgusted look.

Even the squad disagrees with the ship

Originally posted by sehunsyixing

“What??” he questioned.

“Did you know that I was shipped with Baek?” you questioned.

“You most certainly are not shipped with him,” he said before taking your phone from your hands, “Let me see that….#Y/N&Baekhyun, what in the world? Seriously, someone came up with fan art in less than five hours?”

“Can I have my phone back?” you questioned.

“Someone just tweeted that they found your instagram and you have ‘amazingly cute photos of you and the other members of EXO at the beach SQUEAL you should see her and Baek.’“

“Would you give me my phone,” you said snatching it back, “At least they don’t have access to my private photos.”

“You kept those?” he questioned.

“Of course…I have my own ship to worry about.”

Originally posted by chensoomyun

He would probably find the whole thing of you being shipped with Suho weird and he would try and over think it. “But he’s like the mom of the group….how does that even happen when I’m me…”

“It’s just the fans being the fans,” you replied.

“But….” he started.

“Let it go Luhan.”

Originally posted by parkchny

If you were shipped with anyone but him he would probably be annoyed about it and you would hear about it. “I go on TV, they ask about the person I’ve been seen with, I tell them that it’s my girlfriend and we’ve been dating for a year and we’re in a happy and stable relationship and next thing I know she’s being shipped with half the members.”

“Are you still-”

“Like how in the world did you manage to get shipped with Tao????” he questioned.

“Hard work and perseverance,” you said, starting to get annoyed that you were going to be late to dinner due to his griping.

“…………….Now I can understand you getting shipped with Sehun with your sassy ass….”

“Oh my god, can we go to dinner!”

Originally posted by yourejustmystylee


Seeing or hearing about the fact that you were shipped with Chanyeol would probably annoy him because he would’ve have talked about how close you two were in the recent interview.

“I don’t really know how to express my potato….” he said after reading the comments on twitter.

“Um…babe I think you meant-”

“I know what I meant and I meant what I said!”

Originally posted by stopdropandfeels



Hi guys! This is the sequel to Ice! Shawn and Jo are still separated in this, stay strong! Hope you like it!

Read the first part of break up make up here: Ice

The Miami sun was shining bright as Jo adjusted her bikini top, stretching on her sunbed. She rolled onto her belly, squinting her eyes, scrolling through Spotify until she could blast “Shout out to my ex” through her headphones.

Spending the summer at her dad’s place with her family was just what she needed although there has been no escape. He was everywhere. On the TV. On the radio. Everywhere.

Jo’s dad stepped outside, sitting next to his daughter on a free sunbed.

“Hola, mi hija linda!”

“Hey dad,” Jo replied, squinting at him.

“So, how are you?” he asked, his Spanish accent making Jo smile a little.

“Good, so far…”

“I am glad you broke up with that gringo boy… he was not good for you,” Carlos Perez stated matter-of-factly, adjusting his hat that would have looked ridiculous on any other person but on Carlos it looked just right and very cool.

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Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 17)

Originally posted by juststyls


“What the fuck!” you screamed pushing him off of you and slapping him in the face. 

You were about to hit him again when Jess shouted your name. “Y/N! Forget about him, let’s go!” She said. 

You knew she was right because the flashes and shouts got even louder and closer. You both got into the car quickly and you floored it as you pulled out onto the street. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” She asked. 

“Fuck no, I’m pissed,” you mumbled. 

“I’m calling Harry to meet us at your flat,” She said taking her phone out of her purse. 

“It’s late,” you sighed. 

“I don’t care, he needs to know what happened besides do you want him waking up to pictures of you and dickwad macking?” She asked. 

“I can’t fucking believe he did that,” you said. “And how the fuck did he know we were there?” 

“My guess this is all Madison’s doing,” she said. “Harry, hey, wait, calm down, we’re fine, it’s just uh, can you meet us at Y/N’s flat? We need to tell you something. He’s on his way.” She told you. 

“He’s going to be so angry,” you said. 

“But not at you,” she said. 

“Have the pictures surfaced yet?” You asked. 

‘I don’t think so,” she said scrolling through her phone. “I mean it’s been like five minutes, surely it wouldn’t hit the internet yet.” 

“You never fucking know with these people,” you said. 

By the time you pulled into the parking lot, Harry was already there. As soon as you parked the car, Harry was there. 

“What happened?” He asked quickly. 

You were fuming, you couldn’t get the words out, so Jess filled him in. 

“We were walking out of the venue when Paps starting snapping pictures of us, some guy grabbed Y/N’s hand and took us to the car. We thought it was a security guard-” she said. 

“But it was my fucking ex!” you shouted. “And he fucking kissed me and the stupid ass cameras got every last fucking thing.” 

“What?” Harry said as you walked into your flat. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was a fucking set up,” you said. “He wanted to get his fucking fifteen minutes of fame or some shit.” 

“Or Madison is trying to make Y/N look bad again,” Jess suggested. 

“God, why can’t that bitch just stay out of my life,” you said throwing your shoes on the floor. 

Harry sighed wrapping his arms around you. “Baby, I know you’re upset, but try and calm down. This is what she wants to get you riled up.” 

“No, what she wants is to ruin my relationship with you,” you said. “She thinks those pictures are going to make it look like I’m cheating on you and you’re going to break up with me or something.” 

“Well, she can try all she fucking wants because that’s not going to happen,” he said firmly. “I promise you that.” 

“She’s jealous of you, Y/N,” Jess said. “She’s always been jealous of you.” 

“And I’m going to do everything I can to not let those pictures get out,” he said. 

“You can try, but I don’t doubt Madison finding a way to get them out,” you mumbled. 

“I’m sorry baby,” he sighed. “I feel this is partly my fault. If it wasn’t for me, there wouldn’t have been a reason to call the fucking paparazzi.” 

“God you two are too much alike,” Jess mumbled. “It wasn’t either of your fault’s. Neither of you called the damn paps and you didn’t arrange for some guy to mack on your girlfriend.” 

“I just, I’ve had enough of this shit tonight, I’m going to bed,” you said. “Will you stay?” 

“Of course,” he said. 

“If you two wanna take your frustration out on each other, I’m totally cool with that. I’ve got headphones,” Jess said. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re going to bed, that’s it,” you said. 

“Sure,” she said. 

You shook your head with a smile and went into your bedroom. You changed out of your dress and Harry got into bed wrapping his arms around you. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “We’re gonna figure this shit out and we’re going to make sure Madison and whoever the fuck else leaves you alone.” 

“I love you too,” you whispered pressing your lips against his. 


The next morning you woke up to the sound of Jess knocking your bedroom door. You groaned getting up from the bed and opening the door. 

“Jesus, Jess what?” you sighed. 

“Uh, the pictures have surfaced,” she said. 

“Damn it,” you groaned. 

“But that’s not it,” she said. “Well, that’s not all of it. It’s bad, really bad.” 

“What else is it?” You asked. 

She sighed handing you her phone. Look at the article that’s pulled up and read the headline. “Harry Styles’ Blogger Girlfriend Follows In Father’s Footsteps as She Cheats On The Heartthrob Pop Artist with Ex” Written by Madison King.

“What the fucking hell is she talking about?”  You said. “What does my father have to do with anything?” 

“Scroll down,” she whispered. 

You looked at her confused but do it, when you see a picture of your father with another woman with the caption. “Y/N’s Father has been seen out and about with a mystery woman while his wife of almost thirty years is nowhere to be seen.” 

“This… this… she’s fucking lying. How dare she bring my family into this,” you snapped. 

“What’s going on?” Harry said yawning. 

“That bitch brought my family into this,” you said showing him the article. 

“Y/N, you have to admit that it doesn’t look good,” Jess whispered. 

“My father loves my mother. He wouldn’t cheat on her. She probably set him up just like me or it’s fucking photoshopped,” you said. 

“Maybe you should call your parents, they still need to know what’s going on regardless if it’s fake or not,” Harry sighed. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you said shaking your head. 

“We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Harry said. “I’m making some calls right now.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered as Harry kissed your head. 

“Do you want me in here when you call your parents?” Jess asked. 

You nodded and sat on the bed. You grabbed your phone and called your Mom. You knew it was early but it was still odd for the phone to ring that long before she answered. 

“Y/N,” she said softly. 

“Hey, Mum, I uh… I don’t know if-” you started. 

“I saw,” she said. 

“I’m so sorry! None of it’s true. I wasn’t cheating on Harry and I don’t even know how or why Daddy’s name got brought into it-” you said. 

“Honey, there’s something I need to tell you,” she said. 

“Mum what is it?” you asked. 

“Things… things between your father and I they haven’t been good for a while,” she said. 

“Mum, what are you saying?” You whispered. 

“The article… it’s true, at least the shit about your father is,” she said. 

“No, no, that can’t be,” you said. 

“I’m afraid so, baby,” she sniffled. “Your father and I are getting a divorce.” 

“W-what?” you said tears welling up in your eyes. 

“We wanted to tell you, but -” she said. 

“How long? How long as this been going on?” You demanded. 

“The affair started over a year ago, I found out a little over four months ago and I filed for divorce the next day,” she sighed. 

“You’ve kept this from me for four fucking months!” you said. “And I found out from a stupid article like the rest of the world! If it wasn’t for that, would you have ever told me the truth?” 

“Yes, of course! It just we were trying to find the right time,” she said. 

“I hate to break it to you, Mum, but there is never a right time for that,” you said. 

“I’m sorry sweetie,” she whispered. 

“I I can’t-do this right now,” you sniffled before hanging up the phone. 

You instantly broke down in tears and Jess wrapped her arms around you. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she whispered. 

“I can’t believe it,” you cried. “My own father. My own fucking father is a cheater. And they both lied to me for four months about this shit,” you cried. 

Harry had just gotten off the phone and walked back into the room to see you crying and Jess holding you. You looked up at him. 

“It’s true,” you cried. “About my father. He’s been cheating on my mother for a year. They’re getting a divorce.” 

Harry’s eyes widen and he quickly sat next to you. “Baby…”

“How could he do this?” You cried. “How?” 

“I don’t know,” he whispered running his hands through your hair. 

“And now the whole world knows,” you said. “I hate him, I hate him so fucking much! What if their whole marriage was a lie?! He could have been fucking other people the whole time and he finally got caught.” 

“Hey, we don’t know that,” Harry said. “You don’t know that.” 

“I also didn’t know my parents were getting divorced because of an affair, but it still happened,” you said pulling away from both him and Jess. “I just need to be alone.” 

“Okay,” Jess said. She got up from the bed and hugged you before grabbing her bag and leaving. 

“I’m not leaving you,” Harry said. 

“Please, I really need to be alone,” you cried. 

He sighed. “I’ll leave you alone, but I’ll be in the other room in case you need me.” 

You crossed your arms and nodded. Harry got up from the bed and kissed your forehead as you closed your eyes. He walked out of the room and closed the door. When the door clicked, you dropped down to the floor and burst into tears. 


A couple of hours passed by before Harry made his way back into your room. He made some tea and brought it to you. You were laying in your bed now and he sat the mug on the bedside table. He brushed the hair away from your face. It hurt him to see you like that. Your eyes were red and swollen. Your cheeks were red and stained with tears. You were absolutely broken. 

“I brought you some tea baby,” he whispered sitting on the bed next to you. 

You sighed sitting up and taking it from him. “Thanks,” you said with obvious pain and hurt in your voice. “I didn’t know you were still here.” 

“Y/N, love, I told you I wasn’t going to leave you,” he said. 

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said taking a sip. 

The warm liquid soothed your sore throat. “I thought if I went back to sleep, I’d wake up and it all be a dream,” you whispered laying your head on his shoulder. “But it’s not is it?” 

“Afraid not, baby,” he whispered wrapping his arm around you. “I wish it was because I hate seeing you like this. I want so badly to fix it, but I don’t know how.” 

“A time machine to go back in time before my Dad stuck his dick in another woman,” you mumbled. 

“Trust me, I’d spend all the money in the fucking world if I knew that was possible,” he said. 

“I feel like my whole life has been a lie,” you cried. “I looked up to them and I always told myself that’s the type of love I wanted. They always seemed happy and that they were in love, but now I know it was all a lie.” 

“I’m sure at one point in time it was the truth,” he whispered. 

“How could he just throw everything away like that?” You sniffled. “If he wasn’t happy, why didn’t he just walk away.” 

“I wish I knew,” he whispered. “But I know someone who will know…” 

“I’m not talking to him,” you shook your head. “I don’t want to see him.” 

“I know you don’t, but maybe some of this shit would make more sense if you heard him out,” he said. 

“I can’t, not right now,” you sniffed. “It’s still too fresh.” 

“I understand,” he nodded. “I’ll be there whenever you are ready.” 

“I’m sorry you have to deal with this,” you sighed. “You have the tour starting soon and I know you don’t need this shit on your plate.” 

“Don’t you worry about that,” he said. “This is not your fault. You’re my girlfriend, I love you, and I want to deal this with you because you don’t deserve this and you sure as hell don’t deserve to go through this shit alone.” 

You scooted over and sat in his lap as you held your tea in your hand. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked. “I can have something ordered in.” 

“I’m okay,” you said. 

“Are you sure? You haven’t eaten anything all day,” he said. 

“I’ll eat later,” you whispered. “I promise.” 

He nodded and held you close to him. You started to tear up again, so you hid your face in Harry’s chest. His arms tightened around you and he rocked you a little as you cried in his arms. He put his cheek to your head as he held you, tearing up himself because all he wanted to do was take your pain away, but he was helpless. 

hey, guys! so as you all (hopefully) know, it’s valentine’s day!!!
so firstly, happy valentine’s day <3
secondly, i do feel quiet bad that i’ve been pretty MIA this past few days, and i’m so grateful to all of you guys for sticking with me. thirdly, i hit 1.5k yesterday, which i cannot believe! thank you so much, all of you!
along with this, i just really, really want to convey how deeply i care for all of you guys. i’m not very well-liked irl, and it’s really tough to have lost so many friends in such a short span of time, hence, i’m so so so SO grateful for all of you, even if we’ve never interacted, because you’re the ones that get me through the days. :)
so i figured, why get three (love)birds with one stone, and celebrate with some mutuals appreciation? let’s go!

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Summary:  In the hope of someday becoming as spectacular as the famous Shiny Chariot, Akko sets out to find inspiration and found more than what she was looking for. Dianakko College AU Magic doesn’t exist

For those who prefer it on another site, here’s the link.


So in this AU Luna Nova Academy and Appleton Academy are of the same college. The characters have different courses and Akko and Diana met differently while Diana’s relationship with Andrew is him being a wingman. This was a fun idea to write, I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 1

“Your photos are so plain and boring!” Professor Nelson told her as she scanned on the camera roll. “All you did was take pictures of random things, Akko. We need better pictures if you ever want to showcase yours for our Samhain Festival.

Akko sighed. She had been practicing for months yet she wasn’t getting better at photography. She enrolled in a photography class at Luna Nova Arts Academy without knowing the difference between a DSLR and a Digital Camera or even how to use the DSLR’s manual function. Professor Nelson had given her an earful since then.

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Drinny’s Pixel Tips and Resources

I never thought I would be writing a post like this but here we are. I hope you find it helpful in some way!


1. The Question - You’ve come across a really lovely piece of pixel art and you think ‘Oh wow, I want to make something like that too!’. After this initial reaction I always want people to think, ‘What do I want to do with my pixel art?’. This is in no way something that should discourage you from doing pixel art but it is good to have a vision or at least a short-term goal for what you want to do. Do you want to make a game, put it on the wall, make keyhcains or practice a new medium? Go for it! This also helps you look for other artists that are doing the same thing you want to be doing and you can pull inspirations from them and learn from them in the long run. 

2. Resources - Always use resources. I can’t stress this enough, especially for beginners of all mediums. Sure, you’ve seen a mountian a million times, doesn’t mean you can recreate one perfectly the first time. Start out by using visual references, pixel references, lighting references, colour references. All of these components will help you to understand what looks good together, and how things look together.

Find artists that inspire you. Find a style that you want to emulate. Practice copying that style. Don’t try to recreate the art pixel by pixel but try and understand how they did what they did and how you can recreate it. You might find a style in the process! For example, my chibi pixel people are based off a twitter avatar I saw a year or so back. It was a simple style and I came up with my own little base.

3. Program - ‘Oh, pixel art! That’s easy, I’ll just use Microsoft Paint!’. No. Just…no. While I myself started out in Paint I do not recommend it, and here is why, you can’t grow with the program. If you are using a program with more options than just Paint, then you’ll be able to try out new techniques and as you get better you’ll be able to make better looking stuff. Of course this goes back to what you want to do with your art but I strongly reccommend looking for a program with more options.

What I use: Photoshop CS6 (Pay)

Other Programs: GIMP (free), Aesprite (free), Paint Tool SAI (Pay), Krita (Free)

4. Practice - I’m terrible at this. It really is the truth though. Even just doing something in pixel art once a week I think has helped me in the slightest of ways. I want to practice more in the future to really push myself harder to get better but everyone has a unique situation right? I like to include that thinking about my next piece and having inspiration show up on my dash really helps. It helps me get excited to work on that next thing even if it is a simple redraw of a scene.


For Beginners

  • Mort - mnrart - Does a series of videos for beginners on Photoshop tools as well as important things to think about in pixel art. The colour tutorial really helped me!

Pixel Sprites

  • AbyssWolf/Ahruon - one of my first inspirations. A fantastic artist with some of the best sprites out there
  • Paul Robertson - an Adult Swim artist that has a great clean art style. His animation is on point too!

Pixel Scenery

  • 1041uuu -  another huge inspiration for me. Everything is just on point OTL
  • Pixelscenery - is a blog dedicated to reblogging pixel scenery of course! You might find you’re next inspiration here!
  • Waneella - so…good. Their art is a big inspiration to me.
  • @pixellane - In my head I like to call them a mutual but they don’t know me at all XD They have a diverse style that is just simple and clean and I sing the KH theme everytime I see it I strive to have clean lines like that someday O_O
  • 8pxl/@softwaring - beautiful scenery that evolves with every piece. Even have a little tutorial for you!


  • Pixel Dailies - an account on twitter where participants are given a topic for the day and submissions come in from all over. A great snapshot at how one subject can be approached with different styles.
  • Pixelsthetic - Pixel + Aethetic. For those who like that kind of thing. A colleciton of many nice looking work.

to the turn family…

while bilbo isn’t wrong, there’s a few shout-outs i want to give with our show now over, beginning with those who i’ve seen around from the start, those who have been a staple to both this fandom and to me, and a few more still who have appeared since. there are usernames i know and are like distant turn family every time they appear: we all travel the same circles, even if we don’t follow each other or sail the same ships. we might not even speak but in passing — or who knows, we might have just begun to. you have been some of the kindest and brightest lights of this fandom:

@greetingsdr, @stardust-pond, @vintagebrewster, @terumiafuro, @flipfloplogic, @nettlestonenell, @culperit, @arlennil, @mercurygray, @megushie, @capetian, @thail, @bwuhbwuhbwuhbwuhbwuh, @theboyswho-striked@boyegcs, @hensons, @tuotilo@writerforchrist, @firlachiel, @andithil, @lexbie, and though long put on hiatus, @majorjohnandre, who was the first real turn blog to steal my heart.

also, to each and every one of my anons? i’ve had the very best of you, whoever you are. you were never anything less than respectful and absolutely delightful. i don’t think many can say that about their anons. to the others who have randomly inbox’d me over the seasons to talk and cheer and cry, you have been just as wonderful and welcomed. i hope i’ll continue to hear from all of you. ❤️

and lastly, there’s the turn family that lives within the same neighborhood. we go to the same bars, talk the same shit, cry over the same moments. these are special shout-outs to those who have been all over my inbox and in my thoughts…

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Trainer by Day, Scrapbooker by Night

Originally posted by prattandscott

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Prompt for reader and Owen to be best friends and he makes a scrapbook of all their memories on the island together and the last page is reader’s favorite picture of them with the question will you be my girlfriend under it (super fluffy please)

A/N: Sorrrryyy haven’t written for a while.  It’s been a little crazy.  Here’s some fluff.


“So what is it that you’re so excited to show me?” you chuckle.  “Because I know that the island doesn’t have speed limits, but if it did, you would have broken all of them on the way over here.”

“Not true,” Owen snorts as he climbs the stairs of the bungalow, fiddling with the key to unlock the door.  “I’m an excellent driver.”

“Uh-huh,” you smile, hands on your hips.  “Well, hurry it up, Grady.  I’ve got a date with my couch and Netflix.”

“No you don’t,” Owen smiles, swinging the door open.  

“Oh really?” you reply, cocking an eyebrow.  “And why is that, pray tell?”

“Because I’m not as shitty a friend as you clearly thought I was,” Owen says, ushering you through the door.  “Happy Birthday, asshole.”

You start to think of a witty retort, but then you step into the bungalow and it’s like the air has been stolen right out of your lungs.

There’s streamers hanging from the rafters, balloons tied to every piece of furniture, and a giant banner, clearly hand-painted, wishing you a happy birthday.  You turn to Owen, trying not to let him see just how big of grin you have on your lips.

“Owen,” you smile.  “This almost cancels out the fact that you just called me an asshole.  Almost.”

“I can’t win, can I?” Owen says, but you can hear the joking tone in his voice.  “I can’t believe you thought I forgot.”

“I didn’t think you forgot,” you reply.  “I just didn’t tell you, and so I assumed, like any normal person, that you didn’t know.”

“And I have to say, I’m a little insulted that you never told me,” Owen says, shaking his head.  “I’m like, your best friend.  Supposedly.”

“You are, without a doubt,” you grin.  “I just…I’ve never made a big thing out of my birthday.  But either way, there’s no way I thought you knew.”

“What, you think I don’t know how to check your Facebook profile?”

“My birthday isn’t on Facebook.”

“I know.  But you’ve got your mom listed on there, and she was more than happy to provide me with the date of your birth.”

“Tell me you didn’t talk to my mom.”

“I did.  She wanted to know why you don’t call more often.”

“Because she gives my birthday out to random strangers on the Internet, that’s why.”

“I mean, she didn’t just give it away.  I had to send her several photos of us to prove that I knew you.”


“She wanted to make sure they weren’t Photoshopped.”

“That makes me feel a little better.”

“So, anyways.  Why don’t you sit down on the couch and call your mom, and I’ll go start dinner?”

“You’re making me dinner?  What are you cooking, Top Ramen?”

“I’m a little hurt by that,” Owen says, fake-sniffling.  “And I’d like you to repeat that again, to my face, after you finish the amazing dinner I’m cooking up.”

“I’m sorry,” you toss back as you pull up your mom’s contact info.  “I didn’t mean to insult your Spaghetti-Os.”

Owen shakes his head at you and retreats back to the kitchen, leaving you to talk to your mother, who after a very hurried birthday greeting, proceeds to grill you on “that handsome young man who you should be dating.”

Within a half hour, you start to smell dinner.  Instantly recognizing the smell, you wrap up the call with your mom and head to the kitchen to confirm your suspicions.

“What is my mother’s lasagna doing in your oven?” you ask and Owen grins.  It’s then that you notice that he’s even got a little apron on and you can’t help the way your heart flip flops at the sight of Owen Grady, going domestic on you.

“Well, I asked her what I should cook for you,” Owen said.  “She was under the impression that this would be a hit.”

“She was correct,” you reply.  “That is, if it tastes anything like hers.”

“One can only hope,” Owen says.  “Otherwise, I wore this apron for nothing.”


An hour and four slices of lasagna later, you’re sitting at Owen’s dinner table, warm and full and trying not to fall even deeper in love with your best friend when he produces your mother’s pineapple upside-down cake, accompanied by a sexier-than-you’d-care-to-admit rendition of the Birthday Song.

“Ugh, you should have told me that you made that too,” you say, taking another slice in spite of yourself.  “Then I wouldn’t have eaten so much lasagna.  And of course, this is freaking perfect too.  You’re going to be the death of me, Owen Grady.”

Owen just sits there, smiling his perfect smile and you realize that for the first time in a while, you are both completely, genuinely happy.  Which only makes the smile on your face bigger.

“Thank you, Owen,” you say, grappling for the words to fully convey your emotion.  “I…this is the best birthday I’ve had in…a while.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he says and you have to tear your eyes away from his before you do something stupid.

“Well, I’m just going to curl up on your couch now,” you say, dragging yourself to said couch and pulling the blankets over you.  “I don’t know if I can make it all the way back to my place.  This has been lovely, but it’s time for a food coma.”

“You haven’t even opened your presents,” Owen protests and you sit up quickly.

“You got me a present too?” you ask indignantly.  “Why would you do that?  You already cooked me food!  You have already surpassed the standard of birthday that I am used to.”

At that, Owen just grins again and grabs a bag from the floor.  He hands it to you, sliding onto the couch next to you.  You reach in and pull out three individually wrapped presents.  

“I don’t know what I’ve done in my life to deserve you,” you say.  “Order?”

“I numbered them,” Owen says.

“Organization,” you smile.  “You certainly know the way to my heart.” 

You open the first package and find a pair of dinosaur knee socks.  You squeal, pulling them onto your feet before proceeding.  The second package contains a small charm necklace with tiny raptor charms on it.  You can’t contain your smile as Owen helps you hook the necklace around your neck as you reach for the last package.

“So I’m sensing a general theme here,” you grin.  “Should I expect a dinosaur book?  Or maybe a wooden dinosaur puzzle?  I had one of those when I was a kid and I loved it so much.”

“Not quite,” Owen grins and as you tear the paper off, you realize that you couldn’t be more wrong.

“Is this…”  Owen nods and you gently push the paper off of the beautiful scrapbook.  On the cover is a photo of you and Owen, one of your favorites.  the two of you are standing on the catwalk above the paddock, you laughing at a joke Owen had just told you.  You grin at the memory as you flip open the book.

“You made this?” you gasp, as you run your fingers over the pictures and stickers and paper embellishments.  “You, Owen Grady, made this scrapbook?”

“There’s no need to be so amazed,” Owen says and you can’t help but look up at him in wonder.  

“Is there anything you can’t do?” you tease, thumbing through the pages.  “Because Owen, this is gorgeous.”

“Just like me,” he jokes weakly, as you continue to pore over the pages, a complete photographic record of your friendship.

Or maybe not.

As you turn to the last page, you hear a slight intake of breath from Owen.  With all the self-control in your body, you keep your eyes glued to the page, trying to keep a smirk from creeping onto your face.

The last page has your absolute favorite picture of the two of you, one of you two standing under the Jurassic Park sign, doing your best dinosaur impressions.  But it’s what’s just below the picture that gets your attention.


“Do you have a pen, Owen?” you ask, still not making eye contact with him.

“Huh?” he asks.

“A pen?” you repeat.  “Never mind, I’ve got one.”

“You can just-”

You pull the scrapbook into your lap, tilting it away from Owen as you carefully fill in one of the boxes.

“It’s really meant to be more of a checkmark.”  You roll your eyes and gently close the book, setting it on the table.

“Well?” Owen asks.  “Can I open it?”  You raise an eyebrow at Owen.

“If you know me at all, you won’t need to,” you smile and you see Owen’s face relax.  He reaches for you, his hands coming up to rest gently on your cheeks.

“Happy birthday,” he says, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

“Best one yet,” you smile, quickly closing the gap between the two of you.

so you want to make an amv?

Hello, everyone! As some of you may know, I make amvs or little video edits for BH6 from time to time. While video edits aren’t necessarily the most popular form of creating for this movie (or upcoming show…who knows??), there are still some people out there who might be interested in making videos. This tutorial is mainly for @princess-kidatheart17 but if anyone else is interested in this post, I hope it helped! 

The following tutorial are just the basics to Movie Studio Platinum (a form of Sony Vegas). 

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Photography has Nothing to do with Cameras

Summary: Based on the above prompt.  Dan gets transferred into Phil’s photo class and while asking Dan about how to use photoshop, Phil realises that Dan knows sign language. (cute, fluffy flirting and getting together stuff)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None :)

A/N: I resisted making so many editing tips jokes in this fic.

When Phil went to photo class a few weeks after the school year had started, he didn’t expect to see someone new.  He would have thought that all the schedule changes had long been sorted out.  Only today there was a boy with brown eyes wide and confused.  Phil had seen him around school before.  His name was Dan he thought.  And he would have liked to approach the boy who he was deciding was extremely cute.  But everyone seemed to be getting into their seats and Phil figured he probably should too.  Maybe he had missed the teacher saying something.

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Oneshot: Platypus Onesies For All

@shit-sara-murphy-does, @thebrilliantbean, @colderthancoldest. As well as everyone else who put some some great tags to this post!

“Zonian4life is online now! Finally!” Candace exclaimed, sinking into a mound of pillows as she prepared to chat with one of her favorite Internet friends. She opened a private message box. 

Canducky: Hello! What’s up 2day?

Zonian4life: Donating mom’s clothes. Said u had a platypus right?

Candace groaned at the reminder of the meatbrick. He wasn’t home at the moment, but he’d arrive soon and start shedding everywhere. 

And shedding season was annoying. She was still finding blue hairs in the carpet at the foot of her bed from the last time he’d snuck in her room. 

Canducky: Yes. Y????

Zonian4life: What do u think of this? 

A picture popped up. Candace tapped it and zoomed in, raising an eyebrow at the existence of teal platypus onesies. It was a perfect likeness of Perry, right down to the vacant stare. 

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Drawn That Way

So I started this fic a loooooong time ago.  Some time after Age of Ultron came out, which is the timeline for the fic as well, if you’re wondering.  Then it wasn’t going so well and I was writing other things for fests that were more time sensitive, and it got sidelined for a bit.  Then it spent an even longer time sitting in my notebook only half typed, because I was lazy and didn’t want to type anything.  But it’s done now, and beta’ed, so here you have it.

This really started from a post I remember seeing somewhere around the time I was first getting into the marvel fandom, of an artist complaining about how fic writers always have Steve drawing on paper, when so many artists now use a digital medium.  And Steve, while old fashioned, does pick up on technology pretty quick.  I have no idea who originally posted it, but artist, here is a fic for you of Steve using a tablet to draw.  Really though, this fic is for all the fanartists on tumblr, because you guys deserve lots of love.  Also, it’s for my followers who for some reason, stuck around this long.  Thanks for staying.

Thanks to @canolacrush for the beta, who tells me this is almost, but not quite, a character study.  No real warnings on this one, aside from Steve finding out about tumblr, the hard way sometimes.  

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i wasn’t pretty sure about doing this but masha told me i should and here we are!

this tutorial will cover what I think are the basics for making icons based on what I’ve learnt and found useful through the years, if you have any type of question ask me and I’ll gladly help you!

psa:  english is not my main language so apologies for my mistakes

 Let’s start! 

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