just look at those babies

anonymous asked:

HELLO! First off, you are AWESOME, I LOVE ALL YOUR ART, and you inspire me as an artist to do art things! So thank you for being my inspiration! <3 So anywho I was looking through your blog and came across an old ask that said you sometimes used pencil and scanned it into the computer for shading before posting it, and all ur stuff looks super good when I looked at the pencil stuff, so I was wondering what you use to scan your work? And what methods you might use to clean the scans? (THANK U!!!)

Sure! I use the Epson V700 series of scanners! Specifically, the Epson V750. It’s a nice glass 8″x10″ flatbed scanner that has the added perk (for us, at least) of scanning film as well*! So it comes with the equipment  and software to safely scan in 35mm and 120mm film, as well as being a sharp, calibrated scanner for scanning in small pieces of art and sketches. I think they sell a larger size of the V750 (that might be 11″x14″?) but I havent seen it and its way out of my price range for the kind of work that both Mat and I use it for – him for film scanning, and me for art scanning.

*Note the v750 is a model specifically for FILM SCANNING as well as documents, so check the v600 model line for sketches and lineart scanning! It’s the same basic build and software but without the film scanning on the side (trust me the film stuff makes it a lot more expensive than it would be normally bc not a lot of scanners do that well or come with holders) so the price tends to be a LOT more affordable!

Once I scan in my lineart, I tend to throw it either into SAI or Photoshop depending on what I want to do with it, but in SAI, all I really need to do is set the lineart/sketch to Multiply” and work on top of and underneath it! Typically this preserves the lines I want while letting me clean the lines up and add shading/texture/lighting/color etc. Anything I want, really! Typically though, I just tend to shade my lineart instead of color it in (i don’t always like losing my lines)

So a sketch like this:

Will get cleaned up, isolated, and shaded and turned into this:

Pretty sweet stuff, amirite?

Either way, that’s what I have and thats what I use! I mostly scan black and white but the color is just as good and can be adjusted from the scanner software. I definitely recommend to check it out! I dont draw as much in straight pencil as I used to unless I plan on straight painting it, but that doesnt mean having a nice scanner isnt worth it and can cut down on workflow if you work faster in pencil lines than digital. Besides, pencils have this nice texture to them that isnt easily achieved with digital brushes so if thats a look your going for, all the better to get a good scanner that can capture it.

Cheers!

I would like for y'all to meet my little 2 week old Irish Wolfhound puppy… Prompto! He’s the runt of the litter and a very sweet boy. He might be smaller than the rest, but he’s a tough guy!

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From NCT’s extra lifestyle: 

Playing with self-camera 😂

whoops i coloured it

now if only i could write the damn fic

UPDATE: i wrote the damn fic

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The moment Isak signed up…. as Even’s boyfriend.

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one piece anniversary

day 6 » relationships/interactions 

∟ luffy + his crew  

okay i was going to write an analysis but let’s be quick: luffy’s relationship with his crew is super important because he even though he has a different relationship with each of them, he treats them all equally and respectfully, which in turn makes their relationships that much more precious. please don’t tell me he values any crew member more than another, because he’s probably die the same way if any of them left. 

-YJH and DK are roommates

-They wore couple sweater to airport today 

-YJH has stickers of dk on his phone

-Dk has selfie of him and YJH as a wallpaper on his phone

-DK said that “they are dating” on caratland concert…………..


i bet they are dating.

Here ya go ya filthy animals

anonymous asked:

I love your blog! Too shy to send a request before though. Can you write something about the chocobros stealing kisses from their s/o when they're not allowed to. My bf is having tonsillitis and he won't allow me to kiss him to prevent the infection from spreading. But it's hard and I've tried to kiss him so many times that he just wear a mask around me now, except when he's sleeping so I kiss him a lot when we wake up and now I have tonsillitis too. Worth it. Thank you in advance ☺️

First off, thank you so much! I loved this request. Second, that is the cutest thing I have ever heard. You and your bf sound absolutely adorable. I hope you enjoy these scenarios!

Noctis

You coughed into your tissue, tugging your blanket closer around your shoulders. Noctis sat beside you on the couch, flipping through channels on the television, and frowned. He scooted closer and rested his chin on your shoulder, which was made several inches thicker by your blanket shield.

You turned to him, puffy eyed and red-nosed. “What?”

He just looked at you with those baby blue eyes. You swore he made them glisten on purpose to get you to feel bad for him.

“Babe, I told you, no kisses,” you frowned, pressing your index finger to his forehead and pushing him away. “You’re gonna get sick. And you can’t, you’re the prince and you have an important—” your hands went up in the air dramatically when you lost your words, “thing you have to attend with the king in a few days. You can’t risk getting infected by me.”

“I hate those ceremonies,” he groaned, leaning his back against the couch. “They’re always so boring and go on forever.”

You should have known he would have tried this, but at that second, Noctis leapt onto you and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you far too deeply to be healthy at the given moment, and you pushed on his shoulders playfully when he didn’t immediately try to pull away.

When he eventually moved, he had a sly grin on his face. “Maybe I can call in sick and we can just spend the day together.”

You rolled your eyes, but scooted closer to him. “You big goof.”

Prompto

You hated being bed ridden. It was infuriating, having no strength to get out of bed to even go to the kitchen to get yourself a cup of tea. You tried sitting up, but your bones absolutely ached. This fever was trying its damnedest to kill you.

Prompto came in with a damp cloth, pressing it to your forehead. “Here, babe, this’ll help,” he said, smoothing your hair away from your face. You sighed under his touch.

“Thank you for helping me, Prom. I really appreciate it.”

“No biggie,” he shrugged. Then he wiggled his eyebrows. “How about a thank you kiss?”

You stared at him, unblinking. “You do realize I have a fever of over a hundred, right?”

He blinked. “Are fevers contagious?”

“Gonna have to be firm on this one,” you stated. “Sorry, Prom.”

He whined, flopping backwards dramatically on the bed. “Oh, I think I’m dying too.”

“Prompto, get up, you’re squishing my legs.”

“How can I ever go on, I feel my body slowly being drained of life. If only someone out there could give me the cure to this disease, a simple kiss—”

He sat up onto his elbows briefly to gage your reaction. You were still frowning. He flopped back down.

“Looks like I’m going to die here on this bed. Tell my parents I love them, and that at my funeral I want there to be a hoard of chocobos…”

You sighed and forced your self up, and leaned over to give him a kiss. His hand immediately came up and held your head in place, keeping your mouth on his. You let out a moan and tapped his forearm when he tried to deepen it.

“Wow,” he breathed once you pulled away. “I feel miraculously better.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but you kind of did too.

Gladio

You sighed. It was day five of you being sick, and while you were getting better, you’d lost your voice. A combination of a lingering cold as well as laryngitis decided to get the best of you, and you were on the mend.

You were grateful that Gladio was around to help you out around the house, but not being able to talk around him did have its disadvantages. Your doctor had put you on strict voice rest and said that you were not allowed to talk, and had to drink a special herbal tea to help soothe your throat.

“Hey babe,” Gladio called from the kitchen. “I have your tea ready for you over here.”

You got up from the blanket pile you’d created on the couch and shuffled over. You were wearing one of his hoodies that was far too big for you, cotton pajama pants and house slippers. You looked like an absolute mess, but he still regarded you with adoring eyes.

He handed over the mug and you nodded your head in thanks.

You took a sip and noticed that he was still looking at you. You cocked an eyebrow. As you did this, he made a kissy face at you. You shook your head, pointing at the mug and then pointing to your face. You were sick, and you didn’t want him catching your germs.

He kept making that silly kissing face and moved closer to you. You whined and nudged his face away, setting your mug down so as not to spill the tea everywhere. But he was persistent, making sillier and sillier faces to try and get you to laugh.

“Come on babe,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and made loud, over the top kissing noises in your ear. “Gimme some sugar.”

You laughed, and it came out as a coarse sound that hurt your throat. In that moment of vulnerability, Gladio laid one on you with a loud mmmmuah.

You blushed and buried your face in his chest. His laugh rumbled through you, and you just held him tighter to hide the smile that was hurting your cheeks.

Ignis

It was flu season and it had claimed you as its victim. You didn’t get sick often, but when you did, Ignis always waited on your hand and foot. You protested of course, but it fell on deaf ears as he went around your apartment, tidying things up and getting whatever it was that you needed.

He checked your temperature with an at-home thermometer. “You know what would help?” he said, stroking his chin in thought. “I’m going to run you a bath.”

You sat up to tell him that it would be too much effort, but he was already gone, disappeared into the bathroom. You heard the faucet start, and sighed, sinking back into your pillows.

After a few minutes, he came back. “Come, love,” he came to your side and easily scooped you up in his arms. You squealed as he hiked you up a little higher in his grip. “I’ve put some epsom salts in the bath for you. A good soak will do wonders.”

Ignis helped you undress (with more protesting on your part), and lowered you into the tub. You sank in until only your head was above water, loving the feeling of the warm water all around you.

“This is perfect,” you admitted, allowing yourself to relax. “Thank you, Iggy. You’re too good to me.”

“Hardly,” he replied, sitting next to the tub and smoothing your hair away from your face. “You know I would do anything for you.”

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. Just then, you felt a pair of lips quickly pecking yours. You opened your eyes and frowned at Ignis.

“You’ll get sick if you do that,” you chastised half-heartedly. He shrugged, a small smile gracing his features.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he replied, and he kissed you again.