those ones i just traced a base line over the pictures and then eyeballed the coloring. That’s really useful for getting shapes and angles down when the head is turned. good for drawing the same eye with different expressions and things.
I’m actually doing one right now for some new practice. this one I didn’t do a base sketch at all, I just started SLAPPIN’ color on there. I’ll post progress pictures once I finish it.
ALTHOUGH IF YOU DO THIS, I WOULD RECOMMEND SWITCHING IT UP A BIT AND USING OTHER PEOPLE EYES TOO. because I have a slight difficulty drawing girls with different eye shapes than my own haha oops
I would also recommend paying attention to lid shape, eyelash length, and the angle of the eyes as well as the basic shape. just little details that will set them apart from other eyes.
learning from real life is always super great
here’s my eyes, compared to my sisters. just showing how related people have similar but different eyes
sometimes starting with a circle helps
the same shaped eye with different lids
for coloring: Eyelids make shadows. eyelashes make shadows. light shows through the iris, depending on the angle.
hope that helped you a bit. mostly just learn from real life for coloring and shape and everything. and then apply it to your style. sorry if this wasn’t that helpful or anything. I’ve been a bit scatterbrained lately as well as busy. I hope i wrote everything i wanted to D:
and finally I’m back with some other Inkborne AU sketches:
*basically the first is how Henry and Bendy meet Father Gascoigne, Bendy tried a run for it, but get caught by the crazed father’s axe, at his pained yells Henry (who was looking desperately for the little scamp) finally found him, only to face his now ex-partner, who was “blessed” by Alice Angel with her holy sight but instead he had lost his mind -the ink tears are the same as hers- (I’ll add more about Alice, along with Boris)
*the second one is finally how Bendy turn into his demonic true form, inspired by this part also, Bendy’s shrieks and hisses, I can so damn much imagine him hissing and growling like that, watch the whole video to get the idea, maybe I’ll take some of those movesets for him
Picture this, if you will: human member of a mostly alien crew enjoys drawing, enough that they brought a sketchbook or three into space with them. They enjoy sharing what they create with others, whether its just a simple sketch of another crewmember or a detailed rendition of that last really cool nebula their ship passed by. Now, some aliens get the concept of drawing like this, some don’t, but just about everyone can appreciate the level of skill and effort that went into rendering a near-perfect likeness of something by hand.
So then we come to a point when the human is encouraged into pulling out an older, already-filled sketchbook to show off other things they’ve done before becoming a member of the crew. As they flip through the pages, allowing various aliens gathered around to admire each one, they come to a sketch of a human riding a horse.
Someone of course asks what kind of animal it is, prompting the artist to explain a bit about the species, after which they add: “I don’t really want to finish this one until I get a good reference picture, since I haven’t seen a horse in a long while and I don’t think I quite got the proportions right…”
Even so, their fellow crewmembers say it is a very well-done drawing, the artist mumbles out a pleased thank-you, and on they continue.
A few pages later, there’s another human-riding-an-Earth-creature drawing. Except, this animal is much larger than a horse, and much scarier looking to boot, with curling horns, a mouth full of jagged teeth, claws on each foot, spines and scales and a dangerous looking mace-like tail - not to mention the fact that it’s flying on massive wings.
“What in the stars is that?!” Someone has to ask.
“Oh, it’s just a dragon,” the human says off-handedly. “I always liked drawing the European style best, since they’ve got the coolest features in my opinion - not that the Asian Lung and American Amphiteres aren’t cool too, though, and I’ll do the occasional African Wyvern or Fae Dragon, but for a portrait of a good old-fashioned dragonrider, I want the kind that started the tradition. Anyway, I really think you botany guys will like this next one, it’s a sketch of the apple grove I used to visit as a kid…”
The human doesn’t notice the silence of their audience, and eventually the aliens recover from their shock and dismay.
After all, that dragon was much more finely detailed than the horse, which leaves many of them with the impression that their human crewmate must have a much greater familiarity with such monsters…
word count: 5568 warnings: swearing, super adorkable peter a/n: this is my first posted peter fic so go easy on me? also this is really low key based on this song, but the sound of it not the words so much if that makes sense? idk i’m at a loss
[ i am not the only traveler who has not repaid his debt / i’ve been searching for a trail to follow again / take me back to the night we met ]
The facility was quiet as you padded through it, though it was common for it to be so silent when the sun had set hours ago. It was late, one am, you presumed. But this was the ideal time to go wandering around the building you lived in. It was dark, only the moon and star’s light shining into the rooms, and the living space and kitchen were surrounded by windows, which casted shadows and small pools of light on the floor that you liked to dance around on your tiptoes in. Wearing your pajamas and silently leaping short distances and twirling around on the cool tiled or hardwood floors.
You had lived in the facility for the whole past year that it had been built and functioning, and before that you’d lived at the tower for most of your life. All but the first three years of your life, when you were stuck in an orphanage. Before Tony Stark adopted you. Why had he? You were never entirely sure. You never understood why a man with his wealth and success needed a daughter to add onto his list of priorities but you’d never thought to question him. Besides, you liked having a Mom and Dad. Pepper was more of the parental figure, and Tony was mostly there to… well he used to get you into trouble but since you turned fifteen a year ago he became more protective. You weren’t his little girl anymore, you were a teenager, blossoming into womanhood. And when you turned sixteen his overprotectiveness only increased.
It hadn’t really mattered, you weren’t really an avenger. At least, not one out on the battlefield. No, you preferred working in the lab with Bruce, designing new suits, lighter weapons, deadlier weapons, faster engines for the jet. But your favorite thing was creating new costumes, as you liked to call them. Though the rest of the team wouldn’t prefer the term. Sure, you worried for your Dad, and the others that had just as easily become your family, but you also knew that they were a special set of people. Trained assassins, super soldiers, even Clint was… important.
(you never missed an opportunity to tease him, much to his displeasure)
So as you twirled around gracefully in the moonlight, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the silence, not even needing a tune to dance to, and found your peace. You loved these secret nights of yours. Your own special thing.
[ and then I can tell myself what the hell I’m supposed to do / and then I can tell myself not to ride along with you ]
You were working today, your hair pulled up into a high ponytail and your eyes focused on the sketch in front of you. You tried not to rock on the stood you sat at while your hand moved swiftly over the tablet, the rubber tipped stylus creating lines of maroon on the screen.
“You know,” Banner spoke, making you jump slightly, and creating a long line throughout the entire design of Wanda’s new and improved outfit.
“Thanks a lot” You rolled your eyes, carefully hitting the undo button and making Bruce roll his eyes right back at you.
“Calm down you fixed it with a push of a button”
“Did Bruce Banner just tell me to calm down?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“y/n just- just shut up. God when did you become a teenager?” You chuckled, going back to your sketching with a smile on your face.
“You don’t remember? Because I do. Vividly”
“That’s only cause Tony gave you the body talk” Bruce said, and you felt a chill go down your spine at the memory. “Anyhow, I was going to say that that new recruit is coming here today”
“New recruit?” You asked, sitting up and abandoning your art now, your curiosity peaked. “Why wasn’t I told?”
“You designed his suit, the uh… the bug one”
“No, the other one”
“Wasp?” You asked again, Bruce shook his head.
“No no, the one from Berlin” You squinted for a moment, trying to remember.
“Bruce, just cause my Dad’s sorta a snake sometimes doesn’t mean he’s a bug, that’s rude” You chuckled, and Banner rolled his eyes, again.
“Seriously y/n stop being all sassy what happened to your pigtails and pink overalls?”
“I grew up” You stated, wasting no time in getting back to your work. Bruce frowned sadly at your back. You were right, you had grown up. And while you still may only be sixteen, the world you lived in had forced you to mature much faster than you should have. But nonetheless, he let you get back to your work while he went back to creating a new prototype for Bucky’s arm.
“And no, it’s Spider-Man”
“Alright kid, this is a big deal now” Tony said, clapping a hand on Peter’s back as they made their way into the facility. “Whole team lives here, my whole family” He told him.
“Wow” Was all Peter could think to say as his eyes looked around. They landed on everything, quickly, wanting to take it all in at once.
“Okay okay, slow down, you’re one of us now, you’ve got plenty of time to make googly eyes-”
Tony was cut off mid sentence as Peter had crashed into something, sending the box in his arms and the papers in the other person’s arms flying as his victim stumbled backwards onto the floor.
“I’m sorry! I’m so so so sorr-” He stopped abruptly upon seeing you there, gathering your things as quickly as you could. He couldn’t help his wide eyes as he watched your every movement. Before he shook his head and began helping you pick up his papers.
“It’s fine I’m just- I’m super late” You spoke quickly, stacking your sketches in your arms messily and in a rushed fashion. You didn’t even look up at him until he seemed to be staring at the paper in his hands.
“You-you drew this? Wow” He said in amazement, but you snatched it away.
“That’s what y/n does here” Tony said, not being able to take the awkward tension anymore and scooping up most of your papers in his hands and giving them to you. “Geez are these all Wanda’s?” He asked you as you held what was probably a hundred designs in your arms.
“Yeah, yep, I didn’t know what exactly she was looking for she just said something new, so..” You trailed off, trying to straighten out and align all of the papers in your arms. You shot a glance over at the boy who had picked up his box, full of typical teenage boy items. Until you looked more curiously and could tell instantly he was a very studious boy. “You must be Spider-Man?”
“Parker Pete- Peter Parker. I’m Peter Parker that-that’s me” He stammered, making you send a goody glance at your father before looking back to the boy that seemed your age. He had adorable puppy brown eyes and the same colored curls on his head. He was adorable, cute, it was the only thing you could think of for a moment.
“Well hello Parker Pete” You said with a small laugh as you stuck your hand out while carefully maneuvering your stack of papers. “I’m y/n” You introduced while he shook your hand, a bit too long but you didn’t really want to pull away either.
“She’s also my daughter, and off limits, so let’s keep walking” Tony said, grabbing Peter by the shoulders and steering him away.
“Wha- she-you have- you’re his-” Peter couldn’t even get a full sentence out as Tony directed him farther away from you, leaving you to stand in the hall and watch in amusement as your father dragged the poor boy away.
“Bye Parker Pete!” You called before heading off to Wanda’s room.
You liked Peter Parker. He was a stuttering, adorkable mess.
[ i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you / take me back to the night we met ]
You were sat at the kitchen breakfast bar, sketching away as always. Sometimes you just liked changing your setting. Working in the lab could get loud, or stuffy, and it was good to have a little change of scenery. Plus, the best things happened in the kitchen.
For instance, right now, everyone was trying to arm wrestle Steve. Which was a very amusing sight to watch. Currently, Natasha was flexing her arms trying to prepare herself for what everyone knew would be a failure.
“What’re you working on?” You heard a familiar voice, and turned to see Peter slipping onto the high chair next to you. You smiled at him almost instinctively. He’d been living at the facility for a week now, and at this point you were pretty good friends. Being the same age really did help, seeing you were both the youngest ones there.
“Hopefully a new bow for Clint” You told him, showing him your design. “I’m hoping he won’t break this one” You added with a chuckle. Peter stared at the paper, genuine interest on his features. You loved that about him, even for the simple things he always admired your work like it was the coolest thing he’s ever seen.
“Neat” He said, still staring at it even as you slid it back to your part of the tabletop. “What’s uh… what’s happening over there?” He nodded off to where Steve was dangerously close to slamming Nat’s hand on the table. You were a little worried about the Black Widow’s well being, but even more so for the table. It wouldn’t be the first time Steve had broken the dinner table over an arm wrestling tournament.
“Steve’s daring people to arm wrestle him” You said, watching them again, just as Natasha lost. She groaned in frustration, shaking out her sore hand. “He only does it when Tony’s not around to scold him for it”
“Scold him?” Peter asked curiously.
“He usually breaks stuff. Tables, vases, bones” Peter’s eyes widened with fear, making you chuckle.
“Calm down Spider-Boy, he won’t attack you” You said, putting your hand unconsciously on his forearm. “It’s just a little competition he likes to do to show off. No one’s ever beat him” You shrugged. “Kinda like how Thor tests us to lift his hammer, we all know that thing won’t budge, but we try anyways” You said. Peter’s eyes were trained on Steve and Wanda’s current match. You took his distracted moment to admire his features, his starry eyes, gelled but soft looking hair, thin pink lips. You smiled at him, and only then noticed your hand resting on him. You removed it quickly, busying yourself with your design again.
“Hey new kid!” You perked up once more when you heard Steve’s voice ring out, catching Peter’s attention.
“M-me?” Peter pointed to himself, unsure if the Captain America was talking to him or not. You giggled to yourself quietly.
“Yeah you, you wanna try and go a round?” He asked. Your eyes went from gleaming to wide with worry in a matter of seconds.
“Peter you don’t have-”
“Yeah sure” Peter shrugged before you could give him a way out of it. You watched as he hopped to the ground and walked over to the opposite side of the table as Steve. All of your focus was on the two. Sure, Steve would never heart him on purpose but Peter wasn’t like the other avengers, he was sixteen, and you were worried he’d get his arm broken or something. You stared as their hands latched together, neither of them doing anything yet. “Look, I-I just wanna say sorry about like- attacking you at that airport” Peter said, and you blushed slightly at his cute awkwardness. Apologizing for the fight, no one had really done that yet. Most of you just tried to look past it.
“Yeah, no hard feelings” Steve winked, and like that, you could see their arms struggling slightly as they put all their strength into it. Your lips parted slightly when you realized Peter wasn’t losing. He was actually doing really well, completely focused on Steve’s arm. “Wow kid, you got quite a grip” Steve commented, and you could hear the struggle in his voice.
Well that was new.
“But hey, I’m still the strongest one here” Steve said, slamming the kid’s hand down onto the table. Peter sighed, shaking his hand just as Nat had earlier. You clapped while the others began to leave the room, tired of Steve’s party games.
“Wow! Parker Pete!” You rushed over to him and hugged him before thinking about it. “Just- wow” You laughed, and Peter gave a short laugh with you, rubbing his now aching hand. “No one’s ever done that before! Just how strong are you?” You asked him, and his face went red.
“I-I don’t know” He stammered out, and you hugged him again. You felt him slowly wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you a little closer as he held you. It was quiet for a moment, and your heart began fluttering as you lingered there together. Somehow, it wasn’t just a hug, and you could both feel it.
“Hey hey hey, watch the hands there” You sighed quietly when Tony came in, pointing accusingly at the both of you, and you pulled away from Peter. “Break it up” He said, snapping his fingers as he went to the fridge for a bottle of beer.
“Peter almost beat Steve at arm wrestling” You bragged, trying to ease up your father’s current mood.
“God dammit I told him no more of those” He grumbled, heading back out of the kitchen, the popped his head back in. “Break it up!” He called loudly again. “Both of you! Separate rooms pronto!” You rolled your eyes as he left, but squeezed a hand on Peter’s wrist before gathering your materials from the counter.
“Night Parker Pete” You said sweetly, then headed out the door and towards the elevator. Peter slumped onto one of the chairs, staring at the doorway you just exited.
“Goodnight y/n” He said to himself.
“You like her?” He heard an accented voice and turned to see Wanda standing there. The boy’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest, he hadn’t even realized there was another way into this room. “Yes?” She questioned after not having received an answer.
“Yea-yeah I mean yeah y/n.. y/n’s great she’s a great-amazing friend” He said, all the while nodding his head and blushing like a fool. Wanda chuckled, using her powers to snatch an orange off the counter, but opted to use her nails to peel it.
“I can read minds” She told him. “I know you like her” She told him, winking a brown eye. Peter opened his mouth but no words came out for a few moments.
“I… she’s great” He told her, unsure of what he could say.
“You also think she’s beautiful” Wanda continued, putting a slide of the fruit into her mouth.
“Are we discussing Peter Parker’s feelings towards miss Stark?”
Peter fell of his chair, definitely not having expected Vision to simply face through the wall of the kitchen, joining the conversation abruptly. Wanda nodded as she chewed, and Peter attempted to stand and straighten out his sweater.
“Well I think it’s… pleasing” Vision said.
“Pl-pleasing?” Peter stuttered.
“Yes, it is nice to think of you becoming romantically involved with miss Stark” He said with a nod of his head. Peter’s eyes widened with fear.
“No, no no no no, y/n and I-I we- we aren’t- she’s my friend”
“Yes, and Wanda is my friend” Vision said, and the witch’s head snapped towards him. “But that is no barrier to love”
Peter almost fell just from standing up. He could feel his knees wobbling and his heart was pounding incredibly fast in his chest.
“Vizh…” Wanda said slowly, coming over and putting a hand on the android’s arm. “Let’s go talk” She said, and he nodded again, allowing her to guide him out of the room. “But if you want my advice,” Wanda turned to Peter before she could fully leave the kitchen. “Go for it, y/n looks at you a lot, the way… the way I remember Pietro looking at his love” Wanda said. Peter couldn’t even find the right words to say before she left the room.
Shortly after, he went running out, making his way as quickly as he could to the weight room. It was nearing ten o’clock, but he needed a stress relief, and working out seemed much better than sitting in his room with his anxiety all pent up.
He practically burst through the doors, not even noting Steve dragging a punching bag to it’s hook as he tore his sweater off, leaving him in a tee shirt and khakis. Not really the best chosen attire to work out in, but he didn’t care. He needed to… to run, to punch something. He stepped up onto the treadmill, setting it on a higher setting before just sprinting. Racing over the spinning rubber sheet until sweat dripped down his forehead.
“Kid? Hey Parker?” Steve called, catching Peter’s attention but he didn’t stop running. “You aren’t stress running cause I kicked your ass earlier right?” He asked, and Peter shook his head, his breathing ragged as he put the treadmill on a higher setting. “Alright, then why are you stress running?”
“I’m not stress running” Peter grunted.
“Yes you are. Why?” Steve said, his voice stern so that he’d open up to him. Peter let out a sigh, but was still reluctant to stop running.
“Because” He huffed. “I’m in love… with y/n… and she’s Tony’s daughter… and doesn’t like me back… deserves better than me anyways” He said in between sharp intakes of breath. Steve chuckled, putting his hands on his hips.
“Alright, alright turn that off you’re gonna kill yourself” He said, and Peter didn’t even argue, just slowed it down before stopping it completely. “Listen closely to me, alright?” Peter nodded shakily, and stepped down off the treadmill.
He walked over to Steve, and they sat down together on a bench.
“I’m going to tell you a story about a woman named Peggy Carter”
[ i don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you / oh, take me back to the night we met ]
You had just slipped out of your room, checking to make sure the halls were clear as you walked as lightly as possible down the hallway towards the kitchen. You hadn’t changed into pajamas like usual, still wearing your simple white dress from earlier that night. But you didn’t mind, you were just happy to finally be able to sneak out. Earlier than you usually do, it was midnight and you often waited for one am to roll around but you were too eager to escape to your happy place.
After tiptoeing down the stairs, opting not to use the elevator because it made noise, you snuck into the kitchen, quickly and carefully closing the door behind you. Even though it and the walls secluding it were glass windows. You were a creature of habit.
“What’re you doing here?” You spun around, about to kick the owner of the sudden voice in the throat, but be caught your ankle.
“Peter?” You lowered your leg, smoothing out your skirt. “What’re you doing? It’s late” He gave you a look before laughing.
“Well I can basically say the same thing” He said, and you blushed, looking down for a moment.
“I… I come here at night when everyone’s asleep. It’s my way of sneaking out” You said with half a shrug. “It was a secret until now” Peter’s face fell, and he could feel his stomach dropped.
Oh my god I ruined her special place for her
“No worries” You said with a soft smile. “I’m happy you’re the first I can share it with” You told him, and began to walk off to the living area, in front of all the windows. Peter scurried off after you, walking awkwardly with his hands behind his back as you were staring outside. He looked over at you, awestruck by the way the moonlight reflected on your features, making parts of your dress look like it was glowing, but others hidden in a shadow. “So Parker Pete,” You said with a smile as you turned your head to look at him. “What’re you doing out here so late?”
“I- I was just… sitting” He answered lamely, making you chuckle and roll your eyes a little.
“Okay, but why sit in the kitchen in the middle of the night? Don’t you want your rest?”
“M-my rest?” You shrugged.
“I don’t know. Everyone around here falls asleep so early when my Dad’s not throwing some big party” You told him.
“Does he have parties a lot?” You crinkled your nose and bopped your head side to side as if to say so so.
“Not as much as he used to. Now it’s just the small group of us, playing music, eating lots of food, dancing, it’s nice. A good reason to dress up and have fun but kick back from the stress” You told him. “I guess I like it better than they used to be. Loud, lots of drunks. I remember hiding in my room inside my closet until my mom would come kiss me goodnight and tell me he was shooing people out” You chuckled a little, leaning closer to the window and tapping your fingers lightly against the glass to a made up beat.
“As a rebellious teen, do you want more parties?” Peter asked, mocking a reporter’s voice and making you laugh, shooting him a quick glance.
“I wouldn’t call myself rebellious, but that doesn’t mean I’m a total rule follower” You said. “For the daughter of Tony Stark, I think that says a lot about my adoption” You said jokingly.
“I didn’t know that” He said, stepping closer to you. He wanted to look out the window, enjoy the view as you were, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you.
“Yeah you can’t really tell unless you look close enough. We’re really close” Peter smiled gently.
“That’s good” You nodded.
“Yeah… to me he really is my Dad, I don’t go out of my way to use the term ‘adopted’ it doesn’t bother me by any means, he’s just more to me than that. Pepper too, but she’s the busy one nowadays” You told him. “Anyways, that’s my life story you wanna share now?”
“Uh, it’s sorta messy” He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. You shook your head, brushing it off.
“I don’t mind. I’d like to hear it Parker Pete” He chuckled, and licked his lips while he thought of what to say.
“Well, uhm, my parents were killed” He said, clearing his throat. “In a hijacked plane crash when I was seven… and uh… I’ve been living with my Aunt May and Uncle Ben since then” He told you, avoiding your eyes. “And not long after I.. well became Spider-Man uh…”
You noticed the way he was kicking his feet into the carpet, a nervous habit, and your heart began to sink as sadness washed over your features.
“My-my Uncle he- he got shot because of me” Your eyes widened and you moved closer to him, your back to the window now and completely abandoning the view you loved as you stared up at Peter with crinkled brows and big wet eyes. Your hand reached out to grab his without a second thought.
“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault Peter” You whispered, but he shook his head.
“No, no if I’d just been honest with him and had been back to him on time like I said I would he- I would’ve-” You placed your other hand against his cheek, turning his head up to look at you.
“It wasn’t your fault, Pete” You told him softly, keeping your voice steady. “And I promise if he could see you now, he’d be so incredibly proud of you and all you’ve done” You saw his lips quirk up for a short moment, and you smiled at him. “I’ve known you for all of a week and I am” You said, and his heart surely stopped in his chest, only to speed up again.
“Thanks, y/n” He said, and you nodded, dropping your hand from his face but kept your hands latched at your side. “He would’ve liked you” He told you, and for some reason it made your cheeks heat up in a pink blush.
“Really?” Peter smiled as he nodded.
“Yeah, you’d remind him of May I’m sure” A giggle slipped past your lips before you could stop it. Why did this make you all bubbly?
“Am I like her?” You asked, and Peter pursed his lips.
“You’ve got the same attitude but secret softie thing going on” You quirked up an eyebrow.
“I’m not a softie, I used to be out on that battlefield you know” You told him, crossing your arms over your chest as you’d released his hand.
“Really?” Peter asked, narrowing his eyes and smirking playfully. “Because you were all worried earlier when I was going to arm wrestle Captain America” You jaw dropped open at him.
“Oh really? Say that to my excellent combat skills” You said with a wink.
“Excellent combat skills?” He asked, and you nodded.
“Uh huh, only reason I’m not out there is cause someone’s gotta make your spandex onesie” Peter looked at you with an offended expression.
“It’s not-!” He groaned, throwing his arms down at his sides. You let out a laugh and shook your head.
“I don’t know… I mean, I designed it I think I know a onesie when I make one” You told him. Peter opened his mouth and closed it a few times, and you began to laugh again, your smile bright and your eyes twinkling with delight. Peter couldn’t even keep up his facade of a straight face. “Alright, alright, what else? What do I and May Parker have in common?”
“I don’t know, uh, she used to dance with him all the time, when I was little they’d dance around to his old record player” You smiled at him, and bounced a little on your bare feet. “What? What?” Peter asked as you just kept laughing and bouncing.
“Come on come on” You tugged on his hands, pulling him closer eagerly, and planting his palms on your waist.
“You want to dance with me?” He asked like he didn’t even believe it. But you nodded, your grin still present as you crossed your wrists behind his neck.
“Yeah” You said, beginning to bite back your smile.
“I-I don’t have my phone so I don’t have any like-like music or anything” You shrugged your shoulders and noted how he panicked a little.
“It’s fine, we don’t really need it” You told him, and you gave him a comforting smile. “Calm down Peter, it’s just me” You said.
How ironic, he thought.
“Why’s it ironic?” You asked, and Peter’s eyes filled with fear at the realization that he’d said it out loud. He didn’t say anything at first, his brain still turning and his heart beating impossibly faster than it already was. You could tell that he was nervous, so you rested your forehead on his chest so that he didn’t have to look at you. “Peter?” You called when you didn’t hear any answer from him.
“Sorry I-I didn’t know what to say you uh y-you make me nervous” You pulled away, looking up at him with surprised eyes and raised brows.
“I do?” You asked, taken aback by the confession. Peter nodded, looking from his feet to you and partially wishing that he could drop dead right this moment.
But then you smiled at him, an airy laugh coming from your lips.
“You make me nervous sometimes too Parker Pete” You told him, and a small smile pulled on his mouth, his face red.
“R-really I-I-I do?” He stuttered, and you nodded. Peter let out a small chuckle, looking down again before back up to you. You nodded again, your bottom lip tucked slightly between your teeth. He let out a small laugh, really just a puff of air.
“Why do I? I’m not mean to you am I?” You asked, chuckling quietly and he did too, shaking his head.
“No, no not at all you’re-you’re nice, very nice- to me! To me anyways I’ve seen you have at it with Clint” You laughed again.
“We don’t fight it’s just banter” You told him, shaking your head dismissively and wringing your hands behind his neck. “Well?” You said softly, still waiting for his answer.
“Well.. uh… well you see you’re very good at what you do- v-very talented” He started anxiously, and the swaying that has been your dancing, halted. “And-and I think you’re really beautiful” Your cheeks flushed red as you bit back a grin.
“Y-yeah well yeah” Peter said simply. “And you’re- you’re a genius I mean you’ve got this capability to work with Dr Banner, and you’re my age I-I’d say that’s pretty neat” You let out a soft giggle, your eyes wide with adoration for this boy in front of you. “Truth is y/n I… I like you, a lot, as-as more than a friend” Your heart stopped in your chest.
“I like you too Peter Parker” You whispered out softly. I smile quirked on his lips, that turned into a grin within seconds. You caught his eyes flicker down to your lips, and you licked over them subconsciously. Your hands slid to his shoulders, resting at the base of his neck and you stepped ever so slightly closer. His eyes kept looking from you to your lips, over and over and it made you chuckle. “Well are you gonna kiss me or not?” You mumbled, your stomach flipping over repeatedly.
“Not! He is most definitely not!” You sprung away from Peter, your back and head hitting the window. “Parker what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Peter spun around to see your Dad standing there, his arms crossed angrily.
“I-I uh I-”
“y/n, go to your room it’s time for bed” He said, his tone frustrated.
“Dad I’m not six you can’t send me-”
“Bed” He gritted and you stood a little straighter. You nodded your head, and looked to Peter quickly, waving a short and quick goodbye and rushing out of the room.
[ when you had not touched me yet / oh, take me back to the night we met ]
Peter was pacing in the hallways, contemplating whether or not he should go back to his own quarters, like Mr Stark had so… kindly… told him to. Or if he should knock on your door.
He liked you, that part was obvious now. He liked you so much it hurt to not be with you. If he’d known what love felt like, he could almost say he was in love with you. He could sit down and talk to you all day about anything, he could go to sleep at night wishing he’d had just five more minutes.
Maybe if you weren’t Tony’s daughter, maybe if the entire team of Avengers weren’t standing guard over you, like they were all your protective older brothers, he would’ve told you sooner. Maybe. Peter Parker was never one for having confidence, in fact, before the suit, he was the shy nerdy kid that no one really knew the name of. He wasn’t popular, or very out going by any means, but ever since Spider-Man, he had a higher self esteem, pushed himself more.
And he really, really liked you.
So, he knocked.
[ Take me back to the night we met ]
“Peter?” You said quietly as you opened your door. You had changed into a tee shirt and sleep shorts for bed, your hair hanging down in loose waves hanging over your shoulders. You wrapped your arms over your chest, trying to preserve the warmth you’d lost when you got out of bed. “Hey what’re you doing he-” You were cut off when his hands flew out, cupping your cheeks and pulling your lips against his. While at first you were surprised, you sunk into it instantly and wrapped your arms around his neck, completely melting against him.
When he pulled away you were a smiling blushing mess and all you could hear was your heart pounding in your chest.
“Why?” You chuckled. “I mean, I’m not apologizing” You said again, and he smiled back at you.
“I just- might not get the chance to do that again” He said, and you nodded, biting down on your lips slightly. “So-so I had to… just once” You nodded.
“Yeah I… I’m glad you did” You said softly. He hugged you before saying goodnight.
You would both be okay.
idk the ending makes me feel eh :/ it’s been a long couple of days so i’m sorry about this but this is for @high-functioning-fangirl02 bc of our love for parker pete
(update: the link for the dress didn’t work so here it is)
I was going through my files again and I saw these sketches of Gotham that I did last year. I didn’t like how they came out back then but I guess they’re ok now that I look at ‘em? idk, here they are anyway. Very small, sorry about that.
Reference was used. I do love drawing people dancing~
Soulmate AU where whatever is drawn or written upon the skin appears on the other. I found a post on here somewhere that inspired this, so if you guys have any idea about the original post please let me know~! This fic is gender neutral!
Warnings: None at all, unless you count my writing haha
This flips between second and third person depending on the POV. Let me know how ya feel about that
Jughead sat on his bed, a smile on his face as he watched the skin of his arm, line after line appeared, creating beautiful patterns on his skin. This was a nightly occurrence, part of the routine, and he couldn’t help wondering who would draw these designs. They were beautiful, and he would always wonder just where the person who drew them was. Sometimes he would watch as lines would disappear and then reappear in new forms, the artist on the other side not happy with their work, and he knew he would be able to watch them for hours. He never told his friends about the art, as it was always gone by morning, and he liked having just a secret between him and whomever this person was.
Sometimes he would write things out for whomever was on the other end and the pair would have short conversations. Nothing too long, things that could be written out on an arm or a hand, and he had gotten to know little things about them. He wanted to save most of the mystery of this intriguing person until they met and wanted to save as much room as he could for their artwork.
They were talented, and it always was bittersweet when the drawings would be washed off in the morning. In part he was sad because now they would be gone, but now he would be able to wonder what they would do next. Sometimes through the school days he would leave little notes of encouragement on his arm, or just little quotes he saw that made him think of his enigma. It was strange how a few simple questions, and hours of watching them draw had made him completely smitten with them.
He knew that no one in Riverdale was the one who had done the designs, and i disheartened him some, worried he would never be able to truly meet his soulmate without having to ask them where they lived. He had always liked the concept of simply bumping into them one day, instead of doing what the other couples he knew had done, and arranged plans to meet. As far as he could tell, the person he wrote to had agreed with this sentiment.
You on the other hand were a nervous wreck these days. Everything in your life had turned upside down as your family packed everything and moved cities. Your mother had simply grown sick of the city life and your father had agreed to move her back to where she had grown up: Riverdale.
You had been here a few times as a child, visiting your grandparents when it was possible but you had always remained secluded. You didn’t want to see the other children, not wanting to make friends and have to leave them so soon after. A decision that you now regretted as you found yourself in front of the new school. You took a breath as you made your way up to the door, face looking towards the ground before you collided into a blonde girl, nearly sending you both to the ground. You were thankful as someone grabbed you from behind, helping you up.
“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, reaching to make sure the blonde girl was alright. She just smiled and shook her head.
“You must be (Y/N), I’m Betty Cooper, your tour guide for the day,” she said, holding out her hand, which you shook.
“My names Kevin! I must say it is a pleasure to meet you, I like your shoes,” he said and you smiled warmly.
“Yeah, that’s me. that obvious huh?” you asked and Betty gave a sheepish smile.
“It’s hard to hide a new face in a town like this,” she says and you nod your head, smiling back lightly.
“No I guess not,” you said and she sighed a bit.
“Come on, I’ve already got your schedule, I’ll show you where to go for your first class,” she said and you nodded, following quickly behind her. There was something about the chatter of the two people you had met first that instantly put you at ease. Soon enough it was lunch hour and you found yourself sitting at the table with her group of friends.
“Guys, this is (Y/N), the new student everyone’s been talking about,” Kevin said as he plopped down in an empty seat at the end of the table.
“(Y/N) this is Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, and Jughead Jones,” Betty said, pointing them all out in order as you gave a cautious wave before sitting down beside the blonde.
“Jughead Jones the Third,” Jughead piped up and Betty rolled her eyes.
“Of course, I always forget, he likes that part being made very clear,” she said, looking to you with an amused look in her eyes.
Jughead was about when Veronica butted in, making her own introduction, “Finally! Someone who can take the new kid title from me! I’ve been here for months and still haven’t shaken it,” Veronica said, waving her hands around in excitement, “It’s nice to meet you though,” she said, her smile warm.
“Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself (Y/N)?” Archie asked and you smiled, giving whatever details were asked of you and making pleasant conversation with the kids around you, your hand over the spot on your arm where a sweet message from your soul mate was sitting under the sleeve.
In the weeks that went by you found yourself becoming quite close to the small group of friends, joining them when you could. though there was an unmistakable draw to Jughead. There was just a spark that was there, that the other kids didn’t have.
And yet it still took nearly three months for the two of you to realize why that was. The two of you were sitting across from the other in Pop’s, him working on his novel and you were buried in some sketches you were working on in your sketchpad. As your pencil flowed across the paper you couldn’t help but begin to continue the pattern on the back of your hand, hoping to give that special person a surprise outside of the usual routine artistry you did.
You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t notice Jughead stop typing, his focus now on the back of his hand as he watched the design flow freely across the skin. He glanced up at you to see if you had noticed before he tensed. He watched as your pen worked across your own hand, noticing the exact same design on it.
“It’s you,” he said, a near whisper as he did, eyes wide and staring.
At his words you looked up, a furrowed brow, “Whats me?” you asked, not seeing his hand that was still behind his laptop.
He didn’t know what to say, instead just closing the computer and laying is hand down next to yours, both of you staring in amazement at the identical pictures.
“You’re my soulmate,” you whispered, your eyes going up to look him in the eyes, a grin spreading across your cheeks.
“I knew something was odd,” he blurted and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Good to know you think I’m weird Jones,” you said and he blushed, shaking his head.
“Yeah you’re weird, but who in Riverdale isn’t?” he asked and you nodded.
“Good point,” you said and he smiled, putting his hand in yours, his thumb tracing the design gently before leaning in so your lips could meet.
What you didn’t see, the two of you completely engrossed in each other was a grumbling Betty, handing Veronica and Kevin each a twenty dollar bill in the doorway of the diner.
“Told you so,” she said, a smug smile on her face before she snapped a picture of their two friends.
“I knew they were end game,” Kevin said gleefully, laughing playfully at the blonde. The group of friends had been split, divided and had started the bet at Veronica’s suggestion. Archie and Betty saying it was too good to be true, Veronica and Kevin, swooning at the mere idea of the new kid and the loner being soul mates.
Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of news. I explained what happened on other platforms but forgot to do it on tumblr. I basically got some last minute projects to work on (among them, there was this secret project I mentioned on ig/fb and I simply couldn’t say no! =))… I’m slowly back to TRK, but it’s gonna take a little while for now.
I’m also moving to another country! yay! New adventures! But it requires a lot of preparation, docs, etc…. -_-
Not in art, of course. Just my Auror Potter needs to get some rest. So many things happened since the first sketch of him that I posted here. And I really came up with a style that I’m actually satisfied in only 5 months (drawing every single day). But as an restless artist in the first place, it comes a moment that I feel the need to get out of my comfort zone again and explore and find more about myself as an artist, trying new things and challenges. you might not see a new HP sketch everyday like you are used to, but actually some random studies and art. I need to get back at studies and colors haha It’s been great working in my series of HP sketches, but now I’m ready to balance my free time with studies and other stuff. I don’t know why I’m writing this but seeing the number 30k followers (because of my HP art) makes me do this haha also, I really need to answer lots of messages that I couldn’t yet because every time I post it just keeps growing!! (Not complaining) :) anyways, thank you for reading this. I know you will understand! Gotta update my general art Instagram account @blvnk.art if anyone is interested to follow :)
Welp - here’s just a small update for this blog and such so…
I’m pretty much off of hiatus? Kinda? I mean - the issue is that I have different set of things to do so me being active is gonna be lower than how it was the past few months plus…
So I say I’m not on hiatus, but instead just… I’ll be posting art and such when I can.
It will be more doodles and pencil sketches now than before just due to how much time I don’t have now to art.
But - that doesn’t mean I’m not drawing some bigger things though! I am doing some other projects when I can - and if I can get further with them, I’ll show them on here! ^^
Oh! Another thing I want to do is to reblog more fan artwork.
I have been… really bad at keeping up with all of the fanart for PJ, Blue Screen, and others lately, and I am really REALLY sorry about that. I am so awestruck to the amount of artwork of characters I have designed…it’s just crazy still for me, but I haven’t been showing that on my blog…so I hope to dedicate some days to just… spamming this blog with reblogs of all of your amazing artwork and crafts? (If that’s cool with people!) I have a whole list of art from the past months (maybe a full year?) that I had always wanted to reblog but could never find the right moment to.
Maybe I can dedicate a day or two out of the week to reblog that! I’ll be putting all of this under the tags ‘#7reblogs’ and ‘#7queuesup’ so if you would want to block them, then you can! I think maybe doing Mondays and Wednesdays will be the plan. I’m not exactly sure how to do this - starting from older links, or just searching under the tags or dive back into the mentions… but I’ll figure it out! ^^
But man - things have been getting a lot busier for me, so answering asks, commenting, and other things will take longer than how it had in the past.
And while this update is now getting super long… I have a few other things to mention:
To the first place winners of the 5000 raffle - yep! I haven’t forgotten! There were some things I had to prioritize earlier and now, when I am able to - I’ll be working on your prizes! I might have to change from a full digital drawing to a mix media drawing (lineart on paper, color and rest digitally?) if you are fine with it! I’m still debating on how to get the prizes out quickly, yet not removing the quality of the pieces…So just - thank you three for being so patient with me.
Speaking of followers… how in the world do I have over 6000 of you here?!?Gosh I am speechless. While I won’t be able to do another raffle for a while, I still want to thank each and every one of you for sticking along with me here! ^^
you worked there with your older brother, who had been good friends with some of the members of 101 in high school
because of that, whenever a new member joined 101, they went to your studio to get their 101 tattoo
you and your brother had complied an entire binder of the different “101″ designs you’d come up with so far
one night, you were just sketching at the front desk of the studio because your brother was getting the latest shipment of ink
a group of guys came in, and you recognized a few of them as higher-ups of 101
they’d come by before to get other work done by your brother, and you’d done touch-ups on kang dongho’s back tattoo as well
they greet you and gesture towards a small guy, probably the same age as you, clearly terrified
“ah, (y/b/n) isn’t here right now,” you explained, “you can wait for him if you’d like, or i can do it”
they agreed that it would be better to just get it over
you asked the guys to wait in the front, leading him to your smaller studio room and settling him into the chair
“so, I’m (y/n), and obviously i’ll be working on you today” you introduced yourself
“l-lee daehwi,” he replied, sending you a nervous smile
you smiled at him, “i’m not gonna ask how a cute guy like you ended up running the likes of kang dongho and ong seongwoo”
daehwi laughed shakily at that, pushing the silvery-blonde hair out of his face
“so, here’s some of the 101 tattoos that i’ve done before” you leaned over, showing him the binder of tattoos you’d already done, glancing over at him as he exhaled nervously
“you scared of needles?”
“something like that”
he ends up not really being a fan of any of the samples, so you work with him to find something he likes
he ends up settling on a simple, clean ‘101′ right underneath his collarbone
you prepare the paper and have him take off his shirt
he turns kind of red as he’s unbuttoning his black collared shirt, so you turn away since he’s obviously uncomfortable
you handed him a mirror and held the paper up underneath his collarbone to just check and make sure it was okay
he tells you it’s fine, and you grab a disinfecting wipe, carefully wiping the area
he hissed at the cold, obviously super nervous
“hey, i want you to take a deep breath” you said, concerned about him
daehwi did as you asked, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth
“you know, if you don’t want to do this, i can tell dongho my machinery’s not working or something,” you said gently, placing a hand on his arm “i’ve known him forever, he’ll believe me”
daehwi sighed “no, i’ll do it, i just wanna get this over with”
you shrugged, leaning over to grab some sterile gloves before opening the box of sterile equipment that your brother had sterilized that morning
as you did so, you explained to daehwi what was going to happen, how much pain he would feet, etc
after setting up the necessary equipment, you told him that you’d get started, using a single-tipped needle to begin your outlining
as you started, daehwi bit down on his lip, clearly in pain
“daehwi, breathe,” you said quietly, pausing your actions
daehwi nodded, sighing before breathing deeply, body visibly relaxing
once he was a lot more relaxed, you started again, trying to strike up a conversation with him to distract him
you told him about this one time a guy tried to get you to tattoo “suck my dick” across his knuckles, which made daehwi smile
when you were done with the tattoo, which only took about half an hour to complete given how small and simple it was, you noticed that daehwi was clearly relaxed and comfortable
you wiped off the blood that had beaded up before carefully covering the tattoo with a bandage
as you helped daehwi out of the chair, you tried to explain to him how to take care of the tattoo, but he was clearly out of it
as you brought him back to dongho and his little squad lounging in the front room, you scribbled your name and number on a piece of paper, handing it to daehwi
“text me so that i can explain to you how to take care of that,” you explained, pointing to his collarbone “i don’t trust these idiots to remember what they ate for breakfast, let alone detailed instructions”
daehwi smiled and nodded, hurrying to follow the others out of the shop
“you don’t give your number out often” your brother drawled from the front desk’s chair, feet up on the desk
you jumped, not realizing that he’d been sitting there
“when did you get back?” you asked, clutching your chest in fright
“just got back,” he explained, “you finally trying to tap that 101 good good?”
you rolled your eyes with a small blush, heading back to your small studio to clean up
“he was cute” your brother yelled after you with a smirk
he was cute, a fact you came to realize with the daily selcas he texted you to show you what his tattoo looked like, making sure it looked correct
(it always did)
one day you’re coming back from the pharmacy where you’d gone to buy more sterile gloves/bandages and there’s a cute little cactus sitting on the front desk
“hey (y/n),” your brother wiggled his eyebrows at you “your boy crush stopped by and left that for you”
you blushed, grabbing the cactus and taking it to your studio
“your room seemed a bit dreary, and i just wanted to say thank you for helping me not be so nervous about my first tattoo!” daehwi had texted you when you asked him what the occasion was for the plant
when 101 brings another recruit in by the name of yoo seonho, daehwi tags along with dongho and seongwoo
your brother tattoos seonho this time, who’s a lot more excited and eager than daehwi was, so dongho, seongwoo and daehwi all watch him lmao
but as seonho’s discussing whether he wants his entire back or chest to read “101 ride or die”, daehwi ducks out of your brother’s room to say hi to you
he sits in your little studio and you two end up talking all through seonho’s session
“hey kid, it’s time to go,” dongho stuck his head into your office, smiling gently at daehwi
“ok!” daehwi got up out of his chair
“this was nice” you smiled at him, taking the mug of tea that you’d made for him back
“yeah it was,” daehwi smiled back at you, pausing before turning fully to look at you
“hey, (y/n), i was wondering if you might want to go on a date some time? like to a cafe or something, to talk like this”
you grin at him “i’d love you, and you already have my number, so just text me!”
you two start dating, and while your brother’s not too keen on the idea, he warms up to it
daehwi will stop by the tattoo parlor to say hi to you
he lets you draw on his skin (with a pen, not actual needles) to come up with new ideas
he’s so kind and pure it’s hard to believe that he’s in 101
but he’s a devoted boyfriend who tries to support you no matter what
this series has wrecked my internet history
“how long does a semi-automatic pistol take to fire through one magazine”
“how to make a car drift”
“would a bullet shot from x meters go through a body”
I made a post about keeping a journal for design purposes and I thought I’d follow up!
Now obviously you can (and should) fill the journal with design ideas and sketches and daily thoughts. But I thought id make a list of a few other ideas that might get you started journaling or create a new avenue for formulating ideas and designs.
1. Number the Pages:
This seems super simple but its super important. First and foremost this will help you break past the journal block of not wanting to tarnish a perfectly new journal. It will also help you keep track of your idea process. For instance if you start an idea and want to come back to it you can list the pages that that idea take place on with each successive entry on that topic. i.e. (idea cont. on page 46)
This can either be a daily planner or something a little more simple. Personally I start each morning by writing down a list of things I want to accomplish that day. For instance that might be reading a chapter of a book or playing playing keyboard for an hour. Not necessarily thing I need to get done that day. but things I would like to accomplish. Make sure to check them off as the day goes!
3. Venue Sketches:
Especially for designers this can be super helpful. Whenever I go to see a show or movie I’ll take that seating time or commercial time to do a sketch of the space. Whether thats the architecture or the speaker/lighting layout or even the set. This gives me a good visualization of how those designers chose to model the space for their purposes. It can be handy to look back at these for inspiration or ideas when you are in the process of designing.
This follows up on the previous point. After a show I find it useful to quickly write down my own reflection on the show whether that be on designs or performances or anything. It can help flesh out what you experienced and also help you to better comprehend why certain design choices were made. Its a good stream of consciousness to get you thinking deeper about design and how it can affect you as an audience member.
5. Research/Idea/Music Lists:
This is just a list I keep at the back of the journal. Essentially anytime I hear about an interesting topic, concept, or even a music recommendation I’ll quickly jot it down to come back to later. I try go back and look at/research one of these things a day to stay on top of the list and keep my mind active on ideas (see #2).
These are just a few thoughts but feel free to let me know other things you guys do! I’m always interested in seeing how other designers work and how we might be able to build new outlets for ourselves and others!
A/N: I love this so much, like I’m making my own heart ache a little here, damn. Thankyou so much to @a-smol-badger for the request that I never would have thought up on my own atm. That’s all I got to say honestly.
Request: Is there a possibility you could write an imagine where y/n is an art student and her latest class assignment is human figure and she wants to draw jug and he gets scared and self conscious that he has to be shirtless but y/n assures him he is perf
Word Count: 1,882
Warnings: boi has body confidence issues for a hot second, that’s it.
aka “i wanna impress my dorky crush bc he’s rly cute and im awkward.”
alright taking off my usual bold for authors notes because i gotta so:
here’s some notes about some shit that’ll be relevant:
squipped!reader has “The SQUIP’s text, which is all in bold only,” but sometimes will have “Regular quotes surrounding it” - which stands for something the SQUIP is making the reader say (but that will always be accompanied by some sort of clarification to avoid confusion, i promise)
there’s also “Regular speech” from the reader, but also “their thoughts directed toward the SQUIP” which are in both bold and italics
there u go.
quick reminder: if anything bothers you, absolutely just come to me and talk to me about it. if i need to fix anything, tag anything, do anything - just tell me.
warning: considering reader is squipped, there’s a bit of abuse from said SQUIP. shocks, manipulation - stuff like that (similar to what jeremy faced in the musical)
Jeremy Heere was in four of your classes. Four. In two of them he sat a few desks in front of you by some random seating order, in one he sat right next to you, and in one he was cross the room. It was bad enough having one class with him, since you’d grow flustered and your palms would get sweaty and you would immediately become tongue-tied the moment you had to say anything to him - but four classes? Someone was out to get you, and you were pretty positive about it. It was pretty difficult to not glance his way in hopes that maybe he was looking at you during math - where he sat right next to you and sometimes asked if he could borrow your calculator because wow he forgot it againand you either stuttered out your apology or shove it in his direction and pray you knew how to do math good enough with a calculator. In english he sat desks away, and sometimes would whisper shit to Michael Mell and sometimes he’d get detention for it, and you heard him in chemistry talk about Christine Canigula a few times to Michael whenever they were away from prying ears - and you never intended on listening, it just sort if happened but you refused to say anything to anyone because wow what a creep listening to other people’s conversations wow.
So you kept your head down and prayed that maybe you could work up the courage to talk to Jeremy - or maybe Michael, because maybe if you talked to Michael you could talk to Jeremy and it wouldn’t be so awkward right, because then you’d know Michael and Michael wouldn’t be a third wheel or something - not that he’d ever be a third wheel because you and Jeremy were just a dream and it would never happen, even if you kinda wondered what it would feel like to be in his arms sometimes but that was just thoughts that happened sometimes and only sometimes and you totally didn’t miss a couple of notes in your history class because you were thinking about Jeremy and how he was kind of cute because he fell asleep.
Fuck, you were kind of creepy weren’t you. Sixteen years old and a complete weirdo, yep, totally - no wonder Jeremy never really talked to you. You picked at your nails and you retreated into oversized shirts and into your hoodies and pretended that you weren’t there because school is hell. Hell, you were used to not really being the cool, popular kid - you’d always been a bit of a loner, really, and luckily enough, rumors didn’t really fly about you and you weren’t even a blip on the radar. Meanwhile, Jeremy was… different. He was a bit of a geek and kind of tall so he stood out a bit more than you tended to.
You weren’t complaining. You saw the shit people gave Jeremy - a certain short bully calling him ‘tall-ass’ for one - and you wished you could find it in you to stand up and tell them all to fuck off. But you weren’t a blip on the radar. You were unseen and you didn’t have much of a problem with it, so you kept your mouth shut and let the regrets stew in your mind.
A fan of mine offered to essentially commission me to take an October drawing challenge. Considering something it’s something I wanted to do anyway, AND because I’d have to take some kind commission anyway, I accepted.
I’m intimidated at the prospect of having to catch up, but I’ll attempt to do 2 sketches a day until I get there. Furthermore, in order for this to not significantly impact my other work, I’ll be challenging myself to do each of these sketches in under an hour. (Though when my workload diminishes, I may go back and refine these).
Now rather than the Monster Girl challenge that I did the last two Octobers, this year, I’m attempting this Witch challenge I found. Because I freakin love cute witches.
A seasonal witch of my choice HAD to be autumn, my favorite season. I tried to give her warm, but breezy clothes. She has a pouch with some harvest vegetables, among other things, to go with a fall-harvest theme–But I ran out of time to develop that more, so it is what it is.