not-a-stick-figure

sweetrevelation  asked:

I would like to contribute this: usually AUs have David as a TA and Jack as a student. Consider Jack as an art TA and David the hopeless stick-figure-drawer reluctantly taking the class for a gen ed

THIS IS GOOD………david is 100% enamored w jacks art

anonymous asked:

yandev should just make shitty stick figures in mspaint to use in replacement of the art he's stolen

If time REALLY was an issue, he could have just made his models do weird poses, outline them in black, and alter the silhouette to have longer/shorter hair or something.

But noo, gotta trace someone’s art amirite?

-Mod Lee

darcydent  asked:

"Hux thought it was a self portrait" I'm dying. Now I'm envisioning the next IG post. Kylo's erotic stick figure drawing of the ohio 5 legged ass man.

It’s a stick figure except the ‘fifth leg’ is extremely well rendered in comparison. Like he’s used three different pens and some chalk for highlights but the rest is just…

“Kylo, it doesn’t have a face. It’s got fucking veins and shit, and you’ve even included the moles, but it doesn’t have a face! What the hell?!”

“Keep it. If I ever go missing, get that printed on milk cartons.”

“You’re going to ruin a lot of breakfasts, Kylo.”

Commission

So here at the con, this wonderful young Mei walks up asking about commissions. I joke that i will draw her any stick figure for a dollar. She took me up on it. Even paid with card. So i drew her a picture of her dog and signed it. It was horrible. Will upload it when we can lol

-VoidMod

She Never Stopped Smiling

by reddit user Pippinacious

Fly was an odd kid, even by odd kid standards. I met her in sixth grade, when our alphabetically ordered last names landed us in adjacent seats, and she turned to look at me with a cheerful, gap toothed smile.

“Hi!” She said.

“Hi.” I replied quietly.

I was shy and intimidated by my first day in middle school, but she wasn’t the least bit nervous.

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A while back @benaya-trash drew this wonderful art for my long!fic: To Build a Home (Of Sorts). I absolutely love it so thank you so much!!!


“You’re back,” he said in more of a question.

“Yeah, I am,” Stiles answered.

“For how long?”

That is when the silence kicked in for real, and Stiles went rigid and nervous, “uh…well, Derek, that depends on you.”

“On me?”

“I’m not doing the map anymore, I sorta ripped it up. Self-righteous I know,” Stiles babbled, “and, I kind of ran out on you and I just couldn’t stop thinking about how I never let you explain the whole Skype thing. Then again, I can totally understand if I overstepped, I was only half kidding about Christmas. Anyways…um I just, you have this big house all to yourself and I don’t really feel like going back to Beacon Hills for a while and I just thought….I just figured if–ya know if it was cool with you maybe I could stay?”

Derek opened his mouth, a response half baked in his throat, but Stiles kept on going.  

“Of course I’d help and stuff, this time I promise not to nail my shirt to anything. I mean I assume you’re going to be putting furniture in soon. If it’s from Ikea I can totally help with that, I am the master of those things, Scott assembled his desk the wrong way after two hours but I fixed it in about thirty minutes. Like I said, master of Ikea stuff. Also despite what you may have seen at my dad’s house I promise not to leave a huge mess. Okay…maybe my habit of leaving towels on the floor will take a while to kick, but I’ll try and remember not to do that and–”

“Stiles,” Derek interjected, setting the glass down with a loud thunk, “I leave towels on the floor too.”

That was the last thing Stiles expected him to say. His jaw fell to the ground in shock, eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Stiles let out a small laugh and Derek let himself get lost in it. The laugh went on for a few more seconds before dissipating, the joy replaced with a newfound seriousness.

“Wait–was that a yes?”

Derek looked up from his hands, the easy answer heavy on his tongue.

“Yes.”

Stiles let out a long sounding sigh, his shoulders falling and face relaxing from its pinched state. The house would no longer be silent for days on end, Cora would no longer be the only person he talked to, the house would no longer just be a house.

Suddenly, with Stiles here, it had the potential to be a home.


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All I want for Valentine’s Day is to feed my Edgy Starchild some ice cream~

This took forever, and I debated for days whether or not I was even gonna upload this. I did each set of 4 in their own file and each time I started over, the style changed. Lighting was a struggle. I had the most fun working on page 2. Page 3 was rushed. And page 1 was an experiment.

My friend said I made him too muscular. I tried to deny it, but she’s right. Next time, I’ll draw him as a stick figure. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

our little family pt.1 | park jimin

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader 

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au 

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever. 

Parts: 1 2

“Jieun-ah, please.” Jimin sighed, as he tried putting her arms through the sleeves of her baby pink coat, which she shrugged back off again for the nth time making Jimin let out a soft groan in exasperation.

“Jieun-ah…” Jimin pleaded.

“I don’t want to go to school daddy.” Jieun said softly, pouting as she looked at her dad with round eyes, the corners watering slightly as Jimin felt his resolve weaken at the sight of his daughter before him.

Sighing, he grabbed her hands and put on a large grin, “Jieun-ah, It’ll be fun!” he tried cheering, “Daddy had loved going to school all his life (what a lie) and really wished he could go again.”

“Then why don’t you come with me?” Jieun asked, tugging at the ends of her little pale blue sundress, the color contrasting strongly against her raven blank hair that tumbled around her shoulders in soft curls.

Cradling her face in his hands, her cheeks squishing up together making Jimin chuckle slightly, he said, “Daddy’s too old now, but if anything happens I’ll be there for you, alright? Do you wanna go now? I promise it’ll be great.”

“Pinky promise?” Jieun asked, holding out her pinky to Jimin’s face as he laughed a little, hooking her tiny pinky within his and bringing them together before pressing a small kiss to her hands, “I promise baby.”

“Hi guys!! Welcome! Hello!” you smiled happily as the kids walked one by one into your class, all their faces with expressions that varied, some happy, some mad, some scared and some with tears and snot dripping from their little noses.

Oh children. 

“There you go Jieun-ah, I’ll pick you up in a couple hours okay?”

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I was standing in my yard and there was a pinkish-orange mini horse standing across the road, nibbling on a giant pile of sticks and leaves. I figured I should probably tell my mom there’s a horse just hanging around so I started walking toward the front door and suddenly, the horse was standing right in front of me. I reached forward to pet it on the nose and it growled “HUNGRY FOR HAND” in a really demonic horse voice. I couldn’t run or scream and then a few seconds later I woke up.