my wig is not in the right place

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for painting backgrounds?? oh my god i am STUNNED by your work!

HI THERE & THANKS!

as for some tips…just…references LOL. look at pretty pictures. both photography and paintings of places u think are cool! they usually give me a good basis for starting palette and space, and then from there I kind of build my own place depending on the composition. (Because I’ve pretty much been using backgrounds as a supplement to the piece, secondary to the figures involved..)

It’s not hard though! I’ll walk u through… (the meadows) (ha)

… *puts bob ross wig on*

throw in a sky

some foreground elements

flesh out some middle ground. I specifically kept the hills under their shoulders for emphasis on their heads, yknow??

add some happy mountains.

sprinkle in some flowers

throw on some extra lighting (mine is coming in from the right)

maybe add some happy clouds

some extra foreground elements to put icing on the cake!

I’m always adjusting my colors and values with the HSV slider (CTRL/CMD+U)

For this one I wanted a really pink/red thing goin on for Valentine’s day so that was my goal~ Hope this helps a little bit!

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A friend told me she was doing Leeloo and that it would be funny if I joined them and did Ruby Rhod. Before I knew it we were thinking of ways to do his voluptuous wig and his unique outfit.

This cosplay first started with the leopard suit. Pretty simple except I had to make the head opening (forget what its called) a bit wider. After doing that, I started working on his puffy collar. To make it puffy I added batting to the inside of it. His staff was actually made by the same friend who suggested doing him in the first place, it was a pole covered with leopard print fabric and has a spray painted speaker on top so I can terrorize people with my robot voice and horrible music. As for his hair I cut up a old wig an inch away from root then added layers of batting to cover a wig, then took a bottle and rolled up many layers of batting to make his pompadaur.

Well right of the bat, I didn’t expect to have such a positive reaction from the attendees. The Fifth Element is an old movie and I didn’t think anyone has seen it, but I was very very VERY wrong. I got stopped for a picture before even entering the convention (which was awful because it was so cold) by a man I was sharing an Uber with. When I started seeing the parents who were chaperone or even people who didn’t even come to the Gaylord for Magfest recognize me and tell me how much they love the movie it makes me feel really great. This is going to sounds sappy but seeing people smile and scream Ruby’s lines from the movie made me really happy and it never got old

I got quite a few, but I’ll keep it too the 4 best ones haha. First one, I was walking through the lobby trying to get to the escalator and I heard a guy say something like ‘oh look a Ruby Rhod’ which was normal I heard that a lot, but right then and there this one guy ran up to me, pointed at my face, and just screamed. I, to this day, don’t know if he was screaming words or what was happening, but he didn’t ask for a picture or say anything after that he just left as soon as he came. The people around me who witnessed this were just as confused as I was. It was hilarious, really. For the second one, Somewhere there’s a video of me singing Yeah by Usher on a stage as Ruby because I was an idiot and raised my hand when Professor ShyGuy asked if there was anyone in the crowd who could say 'Yeah’ like Lil Jon. Apparently he’s a fan, who knew? Thirdly, One fan carried me up 2 flights of stairs as Ruby, which was awesome and I felt it important to share because I never get carried haha. At one point I broke the bluetooth speaker that was on top of my rod and to fix it I went to Tech Ops to see if I can solder the wires back to get it to work and Voi-la it did end up working and somewhere out it there someone has a picture of me as Ruby soldering my rod.

– CometCarter

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5 Things you’ll find in my bag/purse

phone, keys, wallet and maybe some receipts/lip balm/bobby pins every once in awhile

5 Things in my bedroom



my naruto headband lmao…uhh a record player and a bunch of vinyl, art supplies everywhere, a desk i haven’t organized yet since i got it, a pink wig i borrowed from my friend for halloween that i haven’t given back yet lmao

5 Things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

travel to more places (i have to go to japan before i die), go on a roadtrip with close friends, see a bunch of bands, meet certain bands/people, create something inspiring for others, idk make something of myself essentially

5 Things that make me happy

sleep (though i actually hate the process of having to sleep), friends that i have fun with and get super sappy about, family, when you hear music at the right place at the right time and you just for once feel so in tune with the world, car rides are so therapeutic

5 Things that I’m currently into

kid cudi’s “passion, pain, and demon slayin” and kinda going back through his old music, fire emblem heroes, the weeknd’s “starboy”, currently watching toradora, trying to get more into chvrches

5 Things on my to-do list

all of my hw assignments take up this lmao

5 Things you may not know about me

i don’t need caffeine to stay up no matter how long i have to stay up, i usually eat food separately (ex: i’ll eat fries then my burger or vice versa, unconsciously i’ve just been doing that not that i have a problem of eating stuff together instead of in phases,) i like to have my food thoroughly mixed unless it’s supposed to not be mixed, i sleep on my bed upside down alot with my head where my feet should be b/c there’s a wall outlet there, and i have to browse my phone for an extensive amount of time before i sleep it’s like a ritual and is my sanctuary lmao

Tagging (no obligations!): @onebyfoot2bysea @gorybitch @jakcc @patorikkuuu @thedragoon @kigamin @hanzo-sh1mada @justanvstheworld @liquornow @stevenhoang 

~katsu 2017 highlights~

-spending $300 on fashion
-one word: trung
-my friends the bees
-i organized my own meetup!!
-making friends
-getting called eyeball girl among other incredible compliments
-actually seeing a check please cosplay in person
-getting life is a highway stuck in my head literally the whole con
-meeting some jfashion people i’ve actually looked up to for a while

~katsu 2017… lowlights?? idk~

-tripping on a perfectly smooth rock placed directly in my path while wearing 4 inch platforms
-the panic attack
-forgetting to promote my friday ml shoot and showing up late as fuck
-not getting everyones names and pronouns at the meetup so now i dont know everyones preferred names and pronouns
-taking three furries to a furry photoshoot against my will
-scrapping my light up wig
-dealer’s booth not carrying the right petticoat for the dress i wanted
-did i mention the panic attack
-the great pizza debacle of 2017
-getting home and immediately recieving 4000 texts from teachers and classmates about assignments

Product review: amazon wig

So ebay has always been the go-to place for cheap wigs, am I right? Well move over ebay, cuz there’s a new competitor! Amazon! Why Amazon? Duh, 2 day shipping!! If you have prime or spend over $35 or however much their current price is, you get free 2 day shipping.

There’s some shop called Melody Susie and they have a bunch of basic, cheap wigs with 2 day shipping. I bought the one called fp703 dark brown long straight.

(ahaha look at that one hair going across my face, didn’t even notice)

It looks identical to the stock photo! The quality is actually really nice and it looks super natural. So how much is this wig gonna put you back? About $17. Yeahhhh.

One thing about most cheap wigs: they tangle reeeeally easily, so be sure to stop what you’re doing and give it a good comb now and then while you’re wearing it.

Size ordered: n/a

Recommended: Yep!

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And now it’s time for a late night cosplay progress post, because I got caught up working on this and lost track of time. I spent almost seven hours today in ninety degree heat moving all my possesions into a different storage place. While this sucked in terms of being tired and sore and overheated, it DID mean that I was able to extract all my costumes, as well as my sewing tools and wig maintanence tools, from storage. Therefore, I was at last able to style the wig and beard for Ymris!

It took SO much work making this extremely cheap and crappy wig and beard set look decent. I shudder to think about how much fabric softener, baby powder, and hairspray is in this wig right now. However, I am pretty pleased with how it looks. Since Ymris is supposed to be a great beauty, I figured she needed a more elaborate braiding style than I am using for Baris. I also wanted to add SOME elements that indicated her place in Dori, Nori, and Ori’s ancestory. Not sure how well I accomplished that last, but hey, I think it’s pretty good for a cosplay I didn’t even decide to do until three weeks before the con.

Now, because I am wearing this with a super jangly belly dance costume, I may sew bells into the wig and beard, assuming the giant supply of bells I ordered shows up in time. But either way, it is now in a wearable state.

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Everything’s coming together and I’m feeling pretty good about this costume right now. I just gotta hand sew the dress to the bra, and do hem stuff (and a couple of optional finishing touches- Painting the earrings to match the findings, sewing conductive thread onto the fingertips of the gloves).  The makeup test was a rush job and I’m not very happy with it (I feel like my first one was better). Since these photos were taken I’ve finished the scarf and sewn on wig clips so it stays in place as well as replaced the zipper in the back.

the return

Ideally, this takes place right after 02x03…all errors in the French language are my own, despite the efforts of many to help me.


He was in Scotland – he was sure of it. Mud, and damp wool, and heather. Far from the rot and foul odors that permeated these Frenchmen – did they not ever wash those damned wigs?

Murtagh stood on the small hill right behind the broch – watching smoke curl up from the chimney at the house – three fresh rabbits hanging beside his sporran. Should make a nice addition to supper –

The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. Someone – something - was watching him. Slowly he reached for his dirk, and whirled to face the intruder…

…only to grab a fistful of bedclothes and elbow the interloper - standing beside the bed - somewhere in the soft parts.

“*Merde!*” Fergus exclaimed, doubling over in pain, clutching his privates.

“*Qu'est ce que c'est, mon petit hérisson?*” Suzette sleepily rolled over to face Murtagh, hair all wild from sleep – and from how they’d spent a few timeless hours in the deep night. “*C'est le voleur?*”

“Eh?” Murtagh sat up, scrubbing at his face, squinting at Fergus, who was still half-stunned by the blow. “What the devil are ye doing in here, ye wee baggage? Does a closed door mean an invitation to ye?”

“It’s late,” the boy gasped. “He - Milord – he’s not awake.”

“*Envoies-lui dehors!*” Suzette’s lovely, calloused hands skimmed Murtagh’s side. “*Á moins que tu veux qu'il nous regarde.*”

Murtagh lay a gentle hand on Suzette’s, but turned to the boy. “What do ye mean he’s no’ awake? It’s past dawn – he’s usually in the sitting room by now.”

Fergus straightened, grimacing. “The door to his and Milady’s bedchamber is locked, and there must be furniture up against it – I picked the lock and still the door will not open. He has not sent for the servants this morning, either.”

Suzette huffed. Murtagh kissed her fingers.

“All right – I’ll see if I can rouse him. Damn fool has probably taken ill, what with all the drinking and carrying on wi’ the daft Prince and these French fops in this filthy, stinking city…”

He continued muttering under his breath as he lay out his plaid, pleated it, rolled himself into it, and buckled it in place – to Fergus’ wide-eyed surprise and giggles from Suzette on the bed. He raised a bushy eyebrow at her in question.

“Can ye no’ cover yerself, *a leannan*?”

She shook her head and wrapped the sheet around her shoulders, still laughing.

“It is all right – I have seen many naked women before,” Fergus said softly, giving Murtagh a helping hand to stand upright.

“Mmphmm.” Murtagh turned once more to face the bed – watched Suzette blow him a kiss – and grinned like a fool all the way down the hall from the servants’ quarters to the master bedroom, Fergus at his side.

It was just as the lad had said – the lock was open, but the door would not budge. He glanced to the clock on the mantle – dripping wi’ cherubs, what the hell had Jared been thinking? – and saw it was already half past eight. Very unusual – on nights when he stayed at home, Jamie was always up and dressed no later than seven.

“Do you think he is unwell?” Fergus asked quietly, nervously rocking back and forth.

“I hope not. He’s due to meet wi’ the prince again this afternoon - outside that damn brothel, for once.”

Murtagh banged on the door. Five hard knocks.

He waited. Looking over at Fergus, he saw the lad holding his breath in anticipation.

Nothing.

Five more knocks. “Jamie!”

Still nothing. Murtagh sighed. “Do ye think the butler is strong enough to break down this door?”

Fergus paused, thinking.

“Perhaps him *and* the coachman? The coachman actually uses his arms to earn his wages. The butler - he just chases the maids.”

Three more bangs. “Jamie, lad! Are ye all right?”

Now he was worrit. What if the lass had taken ill? Or - God forbid - the bairn inside her was having troubles? What if a burglar had pried open the windows overnight and killed them in their beds? What if an assassin had snuck through the house and slit their throats, for aiding the prince? What if -

“Listen!”

Murtagh blinked harshly at Fergus’ whisper. Sure enough, there were heavy footsteps on the other side of the door - the sound of chairs being pushed back - and suddenly the door opened.

Jamie Fraser, Lord Broch Tuarach, stood before them, panting, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, naked. Grinning like an idiot.

“Dinna fash, I’m no’ dead. Far from it.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Murtagh watched Fergus’ jaw drop in utter awe.

“Are you all right, milord?”

Jamie pushed his wild hair back from his face, scratching the side of his neck. Murtagh counted seven love bites blooming on his fair skin.

“Better than I’ve been in a long time, lad. Is someone asking for me?”

“Ye worrit him sick, sleeping in like one o’ those dandies.” Murtagh tried his best to admonish him - but couldn’t suppress a tiny smile at the thought that perhaps love had finally returned to the Fraser marriage bed. “It isna like ye to no’ be up at the crack o’ dawn, writing out yer letters.”

Jamie crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe. “I had vera good reason this morning, Murtagh. And I’ll ask ye a wee favor.”

“Which is?”

“I need ye to send a letter to Duvernay’s secretary, telling him that I canna meet today. God knows I’ve waited on Charles many times before - I can take today to myself. He can wait on me today.”

“All o’ that? What should I tell him?”

Jamie smiled sweetly - Ellen’s smile. Murtagh was powerless to say no - and Jamie knew it.

“Tell him I’m indisposed.”

Claire suddenly emerged from the shadows, wrapped in Jamie’s plaid. She leaned against him and his arm automatically settled around her shoulders, nestling her against his side. She turned her face into his neck - and Fergus counted five love bites of her own.

“And then I’d like ye to ask the servants to bring us breakfast, but to leave it out in the sitting room. I willna be disturbed today. Can ye do that?”

Murtagh nodded, incredulous. “Anything else, then?”

“Can you please write Mother Hildegard that I won’t be going to l’Hôpital as planned today?” Claire’s voice was muffled against Jamie’s chest as he slowly, gently drew his fingers up and down her bare arm. “The baby - ”

“Aye, I understand. I’ll see to it.”

“Thank ye,” Jamie said quietly. “And take a bath, please, Fergus. I can smell ye from here.”

Fergus’ cheeks pinked, but he said nothing - mesmerized, as was Murtagh, by the simple sight of Milord and Milady so - in tune with each other.

Jamie nodded - and picked up Claire - and kicked the door shut. The heavy oak was not too thick to prevent their laughter from echoing through the sitting room.

“It is so different when the house is happy,” Fergus said quietly, absently tugging at a string on the sleeve of his shirt. “It is true laughter. At Maison Elise - there was a lot of laughter, but it was not - not real. Not from love.”

Murtagh lay a hand on the lad’s shoulder and gently steered him back to the servants’ quarters. “Aye, I understand. Let’s leave them, aye? Looks like we’re all in for a day of rest.”

He shooed Fergus downstairs to bathe with the stable lads - and quietly shut the door to Suzette’s room, watching her doze on the bed.

“*Viens,*” she said softly after a long moment, her long, pale arm extended in welcome.

He took her hand - and he did.

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Merde! — Shit!

Qu'est ce que c'est, mon petit hérisson? — What is it, my little hedgehog?

C'est le voleur? — Is it the pickpocket?

Envoies-lui dehors! — Send him out!

Á moins que tu veux qu'il nous regarde — Unless you want him to watch

Viens — Come

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Characters- Sebastian Stan + Reader; 1st person POV
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Rating- Explicit; 18+


I’m standing in the foyer of a 5 bed 3 and a half bath fully furnished home, waiting to show it to my “anonymous” client of the day.

In real estate ‘anonymous’ means one of two things. Either it’s a really high profile client that doesn’t want to be recognized by name and subsequently prepared for and pandered to, or it’s a fucking Lookie Lou. Seeing as the big wigs come few and far between, chances are it’s the latter. They love to come putter through nice houses in their best clothes and drink free champagne with zero intentions of buying. Generally I would have passed this off to a colleague, but the commission for this place is way too much to turn down even the slightest chance of selling it.

Honest to god truth is I need the money. My daughters birthday is right around the corner and this could go a long way toward not breaking my bank account on her party. We all do things for our kids that we wouldn’t do for ourselves, like prep a house to more than likely show it to a couple of teenagers with big dreams.

A black Mercedes truck pulls into the driveway, and I take that as a really good sign. I straighten my silk blouse, check to make sure my black pumps are scuff free, and open the door.

Then, I freeze.

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