now i did use a reference picture

anonymous asked:

Will you make a tutorial or give tips on how to do water or underwater scenes? Like i keep messing up i just can't get it right... thanks!

I’ll… give it a try hahaha…

Im not sure what kind of underwater scene or water you are working on and there are too many variables that will affect how it should look. For example, the lighting and color in the open ocean vs coral reefs are very different. And vantage point matters too! Are you looking down into the seabed or are you in the water looking up at the surface (in which case all your fishies and swimmers etc will be dark because of back lighting) Your best bet is to look for lots of reference pictures.

But this is how I generally approach any illustration! And now that you know this, go ahead and use your artistic license to break the rules!

Like I did with my illustration. I wanted it vibrant to fit with the rest of the zine! 

Sorry my thought process is all over the place… I hope i made sense… and answered your question… 

Claws-trophobia

So I had this request to have chat, nathaniel and marinette all trapped in an enclosed space, for a long time and finally had a brilliant idea for it (with the help of @squirrellygirlart ) Hope you all enjoy it :) Thanks for the request anon!!

Also @squirrellygirlart did some artwork to go with the piece!!! Check it out HERE!!!!! - it’s pretty amazing!!!


Marinette’s class was helping out at Chloe’s hotel for the day. It was something their class had done once a year every year for as long as Marinette could remember. It was supposed to teach them something about responsibility and the job market and of course Marinette always ended up with the worst jobs on account of Chloe’s hatred for her and today was no different. Marinette was stuck with Gofer duty while Adrien was put at the front desk along with Chloe. Marinette was more than just a little disappointed by it. It happened every year of course but Marinette was beginning to feel that her crush on Adrien was more than a little hopeless. Needless to say Marinette was feeling more than a little discouraged that day. Of course the rage filled akuma that was tearing through the hotel didn’t do much to help improve Marinette’s mood. Marinette ran down the hallway akuma following close behind fiery hair  sticking on end as she screamed in fury. A small fiery blast landed near Marinette’s foot. She yelped as she pushed herself to run faster.

“Marinette!” Marinette was quickly grabbed around the waist and yanked into another hallway as a fiery blast dissolved where she had previously been standing. Marinette looked up to see glowing green eyes staring back at her. She rested her hands on his shoulders their chests brushing against one another as they both tried to catch their breath.

“Chat Noir,” Marinette greeted breathlessly. Chat smirked at her.

“Afternoon Princess, are you alright?” Chat asked, eyes giving her a once over. Marinette nodded.

“I think so,” Marinette assured.

“Good, come on, we need to get you to safety,” Chat Noir released her waist instead taking her hand in his and pulling her along behind him. Marinette let him lead her deciding to transform once he left her to take care of the akuma. Chat rounded a corner only for them to find themselves face to face with the fiery beast. Marinette and Chat Noir skidded to a stop. Chat and Marinette both squeaked as the akuma smiled wickedly down at them fire brewing in her open hand.

“Make a run for it?” Marinette asked cautiously. Chat Noir’s head made a jerky nod. The akuma reeled her arm back fiery blast aimed their way.

“Time to go!” Chat shouted turning on his heel and tore down the hall, Marinette still in hand. Chat led them towards an open elevator at the end of the hall. The doors slowly began to close. Chat released Marinette’s hand diving inside the doorway and keeping the doors open for Marinette. Marinette skidded to a stop just before the elevators glancing back as she heard a door open. Nathaniel stepped into the hallway looking down at his sketch book oblivious to the raging akuma headed straight towards them.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please do a blurb with Niall and his gf or girl he is seeing the morning after they were out and it's the first time anyone has found about them? (Kinda like Niall & Celine) and she's upset and how he reacts! Thank you xx

Slut.

Whore.

She’s not good enough for him.

What’s he see in her?  She’s not even that pretty.

I heard she’s a real bitch.  

She keeps trying to make them happen.  When will she accept that they aren’t going to happen?

Look at Niall’s face, he clearly doesn’t wanna be there.

Pfffft.  Don’t worry y’all.  This is clearly a PR stunt.  Niall’s new CD is coming out.  She’s nothing.

Thank God.  I never imagined Niall would choose someone like her.

Gross.

I wish I’d never looked at Instagram this morning.  I don’t know what on earth possessed my sister to post a picture of Niall and I kissing on her Instagram last night.  It was her engagement party, why she wanted the spotlight on anyone else but her was beyond me.  But there it was in screaming color.  Niall and I holding onto each other, almost fused to each other while we shared a quick, private kiss on the dance floor.  

The picture was nice actually.  An intimate moment I probably would have put in a frame and kept by my bed for those nights when he was gone.  But now?  I wanted that picture to disappear.  

Word travels fast.  And in the One Direction fandom, it travels at twice the speed of light.  My sister posted the picture seven hours ago and there were already 3,281 comments on it.  I didn’t realize people could even type that fast.  Some of these girls wrote entire dissertations on why it is I was completely wrong for the boy I’d been dating for the past seven months.  

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Miss him? I never felt so relieve as when they told me he’d vanished. It was like a miracle.
Not to mention all the money I’ve saved on Espom salts and ace bandages.

I feel guilty, I guess. I mean, if he met with foul play or some terrible accident of some kind…then it’s partly my fault, you see. Because secretly…I wished it.

Goretober Day 1 - Bruises

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How I Made Isabela’s Boots

Welcome to the second installment of the “Isabela Cosplay? How?!” series. Today I will be breaking down the BEASTS that are Isabela’s boots. I say beasts because these bad boys ate up the majority of the cosplay construction time. That’s ok though because once again I want to stress how absolutely important her boots are. Whenever I run across an Isabela cosplayer the first thing I look at are how they did the boots. I don’t think two people have ever done them the exactly same way and I think that’s really neat. They all have different buckles, the cuffs are made out of different materials, some are real leather, some are faux, and now I’m rambling. The point is don’t stress too much about getting them exact!

BEFORE I GET STARTED!! I am by know means claiming to know what I am talking about! I am completely self taught in all things sewing related, so I guarantee there is probably a much better way to do all of this. I just wanted to explain how I did mine.

Anyway I will start with the reference pictures I used most while working on the beasts.

The top images are from Tumblr user thedosianimports  who has just a ton of high res reference pictures for dragon age! I can’t stress how important these pictures were to me during the construction process.

Immediately I knew when looking at these images that the best way to go with these beasts were not to make actual boots, but make them more like a pair of spats that went over a pair of base boots.

The first thing I do when working on any cosplay is determine what type of material would work best for this project. If I had the funds and tools I would have loved to have made these boots out of actual leather. Unfortunately when buying for this cosplay I was trying to recover from an expensive semester in college. So I took a trip to the local Joanns and browsed for a while. My search took me to a giant roll of dark brown upholstery vinyl that I immediately fell in love with. It was thick enough to support itself for the most part. I’ve noticed that a lot of Isabela cosplayers have a tough time keeping their boots up. Some use garters, some use tape, and some just let them do what they want. The main goal here is to be able to just put your boots on and be able to leave them. I hope that kind of makes sense.

Once I had my base material I started working on the pattern. I just made it out of some old white sheets I had lying around. It kind of ended up looking like this:

I measured the circumference of my legs at the top of where I wanted the boots to lie, around the knee, around the largest point of my calf, and my ankles with the base boots on. I put the mock up pieces together and sort of measured how big I wanted the knee hole to be. Sorry I can’t think of a better way to explain that. Don’t forget to add the seam allowance when your cutting out your spat pieces!!! 

I started by sewing the two horizontal parts so that instead of four pieces I had two. After that I joined the pieces at the top thigh. At this point I put on the first invisible zipper. NOT THE THIGH ONE but the one going down the length of the shin. I sewed it in upside down.

I marked here where the invisible zippers were sewn in during construction.

IMPORTANT: THE THIGH ZIPPER DID NOT GO ON UNTIL MUCH LATER I WILL SPECIFY WHEN!!!!!

Once the shin zipper was on I cut out a circular piece of the vinyl and just sort of pinned it into the knee whole till I thought it looked alright. This is probably the sloppiest part of my boots and I praise anyone who does it well.

Once I sewed the knee piece in, I topstitched everything I had with a thick white upholstery thread.

At this point I sewed up the back to right behind the knee and just pinned up the back of the thigh to make sure the fit was right.

I made adjustments where I thought they were needed, seam ripped the back and started on the dreaded buckles.

For the buckles I knew I personally wanted to go a little larger than what is strictly accurate. Just a personal preference sort of thing. I ended up buying 10 of these:

I liked the antiquey look and size. I also bought 10 matching “D” rings in the correct size.

At this point I was completely stumped and actually ended up walking away from the project for a couple weeks. I HATE BELTS!!!!! Once I calmed down and de-stressed, I sat down with my materials and just started playing. I came up with a weird solution that worked really well for me.

I sewed pieces of vinyl to brown craft foam. Each belt is two pieces: the one with the “D” rings, and the one with the buckles. The buckles are not in any way important to the fit of the boots. They are just there for show.

Breaking it down specifically I cut out the craft foam, spray glued the vinyl strips to the foam, and sewed them on with the white upholstery thread. All the belts were hand sewn to the boots because my machine couldn’t handle it. This is the part that took the longest BY FAR.

Once all the belts were on I sewed up the back, FINALLY INSTALLED THE LAST ZIPPER, and started patterning out the cuff. I don’t have a picture of the cuff pattern so it kind of looked like this:

Use your imaginations I suppose. Anyways I cut out two of those for each cuff, sewed them right sides together, turned them right sides out, and top stitched with my upholstery thread.

Once those were on I just hemmed the bottoms and they were done in time for the con.

They aren’t done at this point. I still need to add the buckles and belts to the base boots. I’m going to use the same method as the belts on the spats but instead of sewing them to the boots I’m just going to glue the belts on with Barge Cement.

And that’s all folks. If there is anything I forgot to mention or anyone has any questions PLEASE ASK ME! I loooove answering questions about my cosplays. I promise you can do it little Izzies! It’s easier than it looks.  If anyone uses any of my methods to make their Isabela boots PLEASE SEND ME PICTURES! I wanna see your awesome work guys!!!!

anstarx  asked:

Hi! Just want to say that your poses are super helpful! I actually want to ask about your background setting- How do you get a clean background (white paper? White wall?) like that? Also the lighting, did you use natural lighting since I struggled to get a good lighting when I take reference pictures.

Oh dude, you wouldn’t believe how bad my setup is. ^_^;  I’m hoping maybe someday if I can manage the funds, I can put together a better setup with more flexible lighting options, a turntable, props, and maybe even a better camera.

Right now, I’m using a folded piece of bristol board as a base and backdrop, a basic floor lamp with two daylight CFL bulbs, and the camera in my iPhone 5s.  I position or tilt the floor lamp until I get roughly the results I want.  It’s a pretty low budget operation.

But what I lack in a professional setup and photography skills, I make up for in Photoshop skills! :D  I’m an illustrator/comic person, and I do art in Photoshop for a living.  I use the Curves tool to balance out the lights and darks and remove color casts.  If you don’t have Photoshop, most art programs these days have some sort of equivalent.

Here’s a before and after:

In this case, I also edited out some props and composited a second photo of Orange-kun’s tape-covered foot.  I always note in my post whether or not something’s been edited, so people can know what’s actually doable with these figures and what isn’t.

So I hope that answers your question!  If anyone wants more info on how to use Photoshop curves, let me know.

(and btw, a new pose is coming up in a couple hours!)

David Duchovny in NYC

Forgive me ahead of time. I tend to be detailed in my reviews so this will probably be long. I’ve never met David or seen him perform so this was all new and exciting for me.

As soon as I heard that David would be performing an hour or so plane ride from me, I decided that I was going. It was a tossup between NYC and Boston, but I chose NYC because I have friends there (they aren’t DD fans) and I haven’t been there since 2000 so I decided I’d stay for three days. I was flying out from Montreal the day of the concert at 6:40am, to arrive in NYC at 8am. I was up at 3:30am and at the airport by 4:50. Everything was fine and then I got on the plane and that’s when things started to go horribly wrong. The plane had a computer glitch. We had to go back to the gate. This problem lasted 90 minutes. After two attempts to leave, the pilot informed us that the flight was canceled. Panic and anger at Air Canada set in. There were now 300 people looking for another flight to NYC.

I got on the phone with Expedia and it took them 40 mins to find me a flight on another airline before 1pm. But I had to book it through the Air Canada agent. By the time that it was my turn, the flight was sold out and so were all the other flights leaving before noon. They also told me that LaGuardia was sold out so my only option was a 1:30pm flight landing at Newark which is a 45m to an hour from the hotel that I had booked. I had no choice so I took it. It was  9:30am and I had all this time to kill. I spent it stressing out that I was doomed not to see David.  I was also supposed to meet up with Valerie @vavieddfan and some others for lunch so I hoped I could find her when I got to the venue.

At noon, I went to the gate and they told me the gate had been changed and that the flight was delayed to 2pm due to bad storms in NYC. I was in tears again. By the time we took off, it was 2:20. I was quite nauseated while we were landing and almost passed out when I got off the plane. Nerves, stress, fatigue and lack of food. Thanks to the kind man who assisted me down the jet way so I wouldn’t keel over. I didn’t want to pay the $80 for cab fare so I called Uber and of course, my app decided to act up. It took me 12 minutes to get a driver. Someone had told me to be at sound check by 5:45 and it was now after 4. I looked like crap and I knew I wouldn’t have time to fix myself.

I got to the hotel at 5pm, flew into my room, changed my clothes and freshened my makeup. I didn’t have time to do anything with my hair so I clipped it up and hoped I looked okay. I hailed a cab and got to the venue at exactly 5:45. They started letting people in five minutes later and I finally started to relax, but that was short lived. The ticket guy stopped me and told me I had the wrong ticket. REALLY? This was the last thing that I needed to hear. I told him that I purchased the ticket last year and I chose the VIP sound check option. He told me to wait on the side while he let everyone else in. After he came back I said, “Look, I came from Canada to see him and this sound check was an option when I purchased my ticket…” and I don’t know if he could see that I was about to burst into tears, but he just told me to follow him. Bless this man. I thanked him profusely… twice.

Now I could finally relax. I spotted Valerie at the front and called out to her. There were two guys standing in front of me so I waited a few minutes then asked them if they would mind if I went to stand next to my friend. They were kind enough to let me. I was all excited to meet Valerie and be in the front row. Kerry (sp?) came out to tell us David had a sore throat and wanted to save his voice for the show so we’d be getting personal pictures with David instead. Everyone cheered. Suddenly my entire bad day vanished. :) David came out and I almost fainted again, but this time due to how absolutely gorgeous he is in person! People have said this, but to see him with my own eyes - he is breathtaking. He does NOT look 56! He talked to us a bit and his voice was hoarse. Then his band did a few songs with Colin, who is a talented cutie, singing. One of the songs he sang was Half Life, which I had avoided listening to ahead of time. I really liked it and couldn’t wait to hear David singing it.  

Now it was time for the pictures. I could see him as I got closer and I don’t get nervous when I meet famous people, but I had a few butterflies. More so because I thought I looked awful. I had what I refer to as “nine hours in an airport” face & hair. Okay, it’s my turn. I took a deep breath and went for it. David shook my hand and said, “Hi, how are you?” His hands are quite soft. *melt* I said, “Great. I’m happy to be here. I almost didn’t make it.” He said, “Aww, I’m glad you did,” and pulled me into a hug. I wrapped both arms around him and felt his arms go around me. *melt*  He is all muscle. His back, side and stomach (which I will get to in a minute). Like Valerie said, the person taking the pictures was taking a while so I took the opportunity to discreetly smell him since my nose was smooshed against his shirt. He smelled freshly showered to me. I moved my face away slightly when the girl said, “Ready.” After the picture, he rubbed my back and said, “Thank you for coming.” I started to walk away and then I turned back and told him that I hope he feels better soon. But as I said this, I RUBBED HIS STOMACH! I seriously have NO IDEA WHY and it wasn’t something I had planned. It was like automatic. Maybe because I do that to my little nephews when they are ill. I really don’t know. LOL. I immediately froze, thinking WTF did I just do. But he just smiled sweetly and said, “Thank you again for being here."  I wanted to pass out.  I went to stand next to his friend Matty and watched Valerie with him and then I floated out of the lounge. OMG! I just met David freakin’ Duchovny!!!! I said something like that to Valerie and I couldn’t stop smiling. I was right though. I look like absolute crap in the picture. It doesn’t help that the lighting is terrible and the settings in that camera are way off so we look yellow. I’m not going to get into my opinions on all that, but yea…  The important thing is I HAVE A PICTURE WITH DAVID! DAVID HUGGED ME! I TOUCHED HIM! WE TALKED! Breathe… I crossed it off my list and replaced it with, "Need a better picture with David.”  That’s my next mission. Maybe a comicon.

We went back upstairs and we were concerned that everyone in back who got to the pictures first would be back up before us therefore we’d lose our front row spots. Of course people were there, but we wound our way back up. Unfortunately someone was in my spot, a girl and a guy and when I asked her if she would move over a bit because I was there before, she budged like two inches. Annoying, especially since there was enough space between her and the guy for her to move a bit more more. I spent the rest of the time before the show trying to fight my way between her and Valerie. David came out at 9 and I forgot about blondie and concentrated on him.

Plenty of people have already reviewed the concert so I won’t rehash, but I’ll just give my personal impressions. Boundless energy, self-effacing, humble, appreciative, gentle, inspiring and talented. For someone who was sick, he didn’t sound bad. His voice cracked a few times, but overall I was impressed with how good he sounded. His voice has improved a lot over the past year. I love the dancing, as he calls it, “My dancing is a cross between Michael Jackson and Ed Grimely. Ed Grimely on my mother’s side.” LOL. The faces he makes. The little smiles that melt your heart, the sexy looks, the adorable looks, the interesting looks - one in particular that I call his “Mulder face.” It just is - to me. I lost track of how many times I leaned over to Val and said, “Je vais mourir,” (I’m going to pass out/die). LOL

He made sure we knew who his band was, that he was nothing without them, that they have their own projects and asked us to support them. They are all talented young men. I didn’t want to take a lot of pictures or video for two reasons: 1. I wanted to drink in everything I could and just be in the moment. When you concentrate on your camera, you miss the little things. 2. David said, “Be here now.” He wants us to engage and have fun and that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to remember what I saw and not read about what I missed. So I filmed short clips of a few songs, aside from my 3 favorite songs: Unsaid Undone, 3000 and Half Life. I brought two cameras with me. My newer camera has a bigger SD card and battery life so I used it to record those three songs. I used my old camera for pictures and the video clips. Ironically my older, cheaper camera takes better concert pictures and videos. I thought he did four songs for the encore, but I only remember three right now so perhaps I’m not remembering correctly. Hell or Highwater, Sweet Jane, The Weight. Perhaps Lately It’s Always December or one of the other ballads was part of the encore as well.

He is awesome at making eye contact and maintaining it. *melt* He is great at remembering faces and acknowledging those he knows or has seen many times, like Walt Frasier. He knows how to draw you in and keep you there. He knows how to get you moving. He wants US to have a good time because HE is having a good time. DAVID IS LOVE.

I took a cab to my hotel and the driver had never heard of it so I had to go digging in my purse for the address. I took my new camera out because it was in the way and guess what? I left it in the cab. Yup. I filed a report, but I doubt I will ever see it again. The next ride probably stole it. I hope they are *thrilled* when they realize that the battery needs its special charger and I have it. It sucks that I don’t have those three David videos, and it sucks that I lost a $400 camera and my 32GB SD card. But you know what? I have my memories and no one can steal those from me.

Thank you David for a memorable night. I’m already anxious to see him again. Well, I kinda did, in Central Park. I didn’t talk to him. He was walking too fast anyway. Just a nice little bonus. :D

Valerie - @vavieddfan Elizabeth - @lyricbird, the fan from Hungary whose name I cannot remember (sorry!) Walt, Laurice and everyone else I met - so wonderful to meet you all! Until next time…. :) <3

 

anonymous asked:

The way you draw Astoria Greengrass reminds me of Katie McGrath. I have no feelings about Astoria other than that I think it's good that JK showed Draco having a basically normal life after what he did and went through. But I love Katie McGrath, so now I have feelings =']

That is so interesting because I don’t use her as reference for my drawings, but I’ve always pictured her as Astoria Greengrass since the moment I watched Merlin :) So maybe the image is stuck in my head somehow hahaha

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Thanks to @pinkwizardqueen for the pictures of dresses!!

I wanted to draw more from it, but I haven’t have the time to do so. Therefore, out of all the sets of dresses, I chose the one above as reference. :D

And since it’s reference, I just did my own thing X3

I cannot lace so scribbles. Lol. And I used a different pencil for it. XD

Still on a roll with no pre-sketch beneath!! XO Yolo for the win!!

Now, I wonder which prince he’s calling for …. or if they’ll even come back. ;)

Homesick - Neymar

Originally posted by neybutt

I put the beer bottle between my lips and sipped on it, trying to ignore the fact that I still hated beer, even through I was half german, which gave me enough of a reason to actually like beer, because every german did, right? But I still didn’t and as much as i tried again and again the taste didn’t change, and the attempt in getting drunk didn’t change either. So it was two minutes later that I replaced the beer bottle with a vodka shot glass in my hand and shifted it down the next second, as I felt the hard liquor running down my throat I shook my head slightly. The taste of vodka wasn’t much better then beer but it got you drunk faster than beer ever could and that’s what I wanted to get; drunk, right? I sighed as I turned around and filled in another shot glass of vodka for me to take but before I could put the glass anywhere close my lips I heard my friend walking in the kitchen and telling me to wait for her and that she also wanted one. I sighed but nodded as I took another shot glass out of the cabinet and poured her another vodka in. We drank shots after shots and as I felt myself getting kinda tipsy we decided to get outside and sit on my balcony.

I closed my eyes for a second - alcohol had this strange way of making me tired in a way that I could fall asleep on the street without even caring - as I opened my eyes again I directly looked at Barcelona in front of us. i always adored the city lights. when I came here first I thought there was no better view than from Turó de la Rovira to look over the city not until I or rather we moved in here I found that we had the greatest view of Barcelona there probably was. I should be used to it by now, I sat outside on this balcony every evening for the last year but I would never get tired of watching the sun going down and the lights going on and for Barcelona to wake up. I was afraid of moving here but now that I lived here for years and now that I called this home I didn’t thought of ever going elsewhere. Spanish became my language and Barcelona my city.

“Is he coming home?” my friend asked which made me look over to her, my breathing changed and my lips parted and I hesitated in answering her back but as I shook my head slightly I sighed.

„Not tonight“ I told her before looking back on the beautiful city in front of me.

Truth is, he wouldn’t be coming home tonight just as much as he wasn’t coming home tomorrow, or the day after. Sometimes I wondered if he was even alive, if he even still lived here in Barcelona, but then I saw pictures of him going out with friends, partying, playing football, scoring goals and then I knew he was alive, he just didn’t wanted to talk to me. He didn’t wanted to answer any of my so many calls or message me back. He was fine with ignoring me maybe not a happy-fine, but an okay-fine. Okay maybe I didn’t even knew what fine. All i knew is that he ignored all my ways in contacting him and that I had stopped trying a few weeks ago.

„Did you hear anything from him?“ she asked.

“Other than him scoring his hundredth goal for Barcelona through the news?” i said but it sounded way more than a question.

“Nothing” I told her and shook my head slightly as I looked down.  

“Y/N..” she started but I shook my head.

We had this conversation before, a lot, actually. She was one of my best friends and she hated seeing me hurt so she thought I was better off, when I ended whatever there still was between him and me, but sadly it really wasn’t that easy. And as much as she thought it was the best for me, i really didn’t. I knew he was the best for me. Even if people always tried to tell me otherwise - they started telling me differently from the start of the relationship - and now that we were on a break or however you might call it it wasn’t anything different. My friends tried to tell me that he wasn’t coming back, that I should let it go that I should let him leave, move out of this apartment and forget about him, move on, live life. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t just let him nor this apartment - with the most amazing view, even through this really was just a bonus effect - go, i couldn’t just leave this place where all our memories were made and kept in. I loved him I still do even after months or weeks of not seeing each other I still loved him like back then and I believed he loved me back, I believed in him actually returning back home. Even through everyone else didn’t, I knew he would come back. I just didn’t knew when. But i hoped it would be soon because I couldn’t stand being separated from him any longer.

„Why am I even saying anything anymore“ she said.

„You’re not changing your mind anyway“ she said sighing.

„I should be going now“ she said and I nodded.

„I see you“ I told her and she patted my shoulder as she stood up, and pulled the door open before stepping inside and actually closing it behind her again.

I sighed out as I closed my eyes one more time, it was late already and even through Barcelona just woke up I was tired, tired from being tired, from waiting and mostly because of the too much alcohol I was drinking at the moment. There was barely any day I had no glass of wine or vodka. Even through I really wasn’t that big of a fan of alcohol - months ago I barely even drank something, maybe from time to time a glass of champagne or wine to special occasions but it really wasn’t something on a regular basis. I didn’t needed to drink alcohol to have fun - Now on the other hand it was something like a companion, a friend who was keeping me company when others didn’t. It was minutes after my friend had left that I heard the door being pulled up again.

„Did you miss something?“ I asked after I had opened my eyes again and turned around, expecting my friend to stand in front of me, but it wasn’t her I was facing, it was him.

Him who i had been missing all this time. He, he was here, standing in front of me, he returned home. And even through I didn’t knew why he came back home, whether it was to break up with me or to continue our relationship. I felt my heart beating faster and my breath going uncontrollable. I gulped as I realized it was really him, all this time I pictured him coming home, actually standing in front of me, like he did now, and now hat he did I didn’t knew what to do.

„I expected y/f/n“ I said referring to the question I was asking before.

„I know“ he said.

„I met her in the driveway“ he added and I nodded in understanding.

Silent fell between us, which brought my thoughts back to the time when he still lived here and we were close to our break. It was often silent between us back then. We didn’t really knew what to talk about other than yelling at each other and ending in another fight. Now it was different through, i didn’t feel the need to yell at him, the way I did back then. I wanted to yell at him every single piece of pain he or rather life made me feel, back then. It wasn’t really his fault back then, I knew that now. Even through back then, I wanted him to be, because if I had someone to blame it wouldn’t hurt so much anymore, right? But I was wrong and I knew that now, because I couldn’t blame him for all the things that went wrong in my life. I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. I made my own decisions so I had to live with it.

„I’m glad you came back“ I told him to break the silence and maybe to start an apologize if that even helped anything.

He walked over to me and sat down beside me, not that our bodies were touching in any kind of way, but still the way we were close to each other. It was enough closeness to make my heart beat faster. He begin chuckling and as I looked over to him confused to what he was laughing about he turned his face and looked at me, our eyes locked and I felt my heart beating even faster.

„I haven’t seen you for months“ he started.

„And I only need to see you for a minute or two. I only need to sit this close to you and my heart is going crazy. It’s like we haven’t even been separated at all“ he said shaking his head slightly as he turned his face and looked straight to the city.

I gulped as I watched his face expression. I waited for him to say something because god knew I didn’t know what to say next, or what to do next I didn’t even knew what to think next.

„I couldn’t forget you even if I tried“ he said.

„Which I didn’t“ he said and turned his face again as he looked back at me.

„i’m sorry“ I said softly.

„I’m sorry for taking my anger and frustration out on you“ I said.

„I shouldn’t have done that. I knew all of this is my fault. The fights it shouldn’t have escalated this quickly“ I said biting down on my lip, hoping my apology would change something.

„Theres always two people in a fight“ he told me.

„Still if things go wrong that gives me no reason to let it out on other people, on you“ I told him, I hope he knew I meant it.

„I realized all of this when you left and its making me so mad because is this enough? Is this apologize enough?“ I said.

„It gotta be“ I told him. Tears had welled up in my eyes minutes ago and I knew I was close to spilling them out it was just that I didn’t wanted to cry in front of him now.  

„It is“ he told me as he slung one arm around me, he pulled me close to his side and I closed my eyes sighing out.

„I do forgive you“ he said and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

I felt the tears spilling out of my eyes and a sob leaving my lips as he rubbed my back and pulled me even closer to him.

„I’m right here“ he said as I pulled my head up to look at him he wiped my tears away.

„I do not deserve you“ I told him but he shook his head.

„Do not say that“ he said shaking his head again, slightly.

„I missed you so much“ he told me and leaned in to peck my lips first but soon after kissed me -and if I was ever homesick before and returned back home than this is exactly what it felt like, missing something and finally having it back.-

Figure Skating/Yuri on Ice AU Kirk, from @onedamnminuteadmiral’s brilliant fic, Fire and Ice.

She mentioned this AU and then I gave her a totally different prompt, thinking she’d have no time to write this and I started drawing this because I knew that it needed some sort of something dedicated to it… and then she wrote it anyway! So, serendipity.

@onedamnminuteadmiral It’s actually fitting that you said you wrote the second chapter instead of cleaning the house, as that’s exactly what I did with this as well. I now still have a messy bedroom but I got to try out a new brush set and I’ve never been happier with something I’ve drawn. Priorities.

I had to reference a picture of Shoma Uno so so carefully for this. The pose was waaaay more difficult than I originally thought and in the end I used a grid to get everything right orz. 

Bonus:

Poor Komack needs a stressball.

Poor Spock just needs a boyfriend some love and attention.

Oh?

Did someone finally finished a PJ reference sheet?

YES. YES she did.

GOSH this took me a while to make sure I got it right. And yeah, the splatters on his face are different - honestly you can do whatever and be OK with it. 

But gosh… I not only did it like this…

I did a GIF too.

(Do NOT use the gif for colors… cause the gif MESSED IT UP)

And this goes through each and every layer to him, starting with his shirt and leggings. (yes I’m calling them that cause they are he cannot deny that)

And yeah I didn’t draw his arm for the side view cause then that would of blocked details… and it would be hard.

But @alainaprana… *points to the pictures* Hope these work!

anonymous asked:

Hello Madame! So I'm an art student in Graphic Design and a self-taught artist since more or less ten years, but I honestly learn way more things by myself than at art school so I still have one big problem. I can draw a lot of things but when it comes to poses I just... Draw always the same, easy ones, or I'm obligated to use references to draw something a bit different. It's killing me, because I want to leave my comfort zone and draw poses from my imagination alone. Any tips, tutorials ? <3

Hi anon ^^

First, I have to apologize because it’s gonna be a long post, consider it as my “DEFINITIVE REFERENCE PICTURE POST” :)

I’m obligated to use references to draw something a bit different.(…) I want to leave my comfort zone and draw poses from my imagination alone. Any tips, tutorials ? <3            

The first step is drawing all kind of poses under different angles using reference pictures. What? But…I don’t want to!! That’s why I’m contacting you P-M!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!

Calm down ^^

It’s necessary in order to build in your head a kind of “visual library” that will give you the possibility to draw without references later. It will train your eye and your hand. Also, at the same time you’re working on your “visual library”, you have to study anatomy techniques like for instance breaking figures from reference down into more simple 3D shapes. You have to learn how to draw groups of simple 3D shapes in perspective and then construct figures from them. However, it doesn’t come in one day and also, you’ll have to use tons of reference pics AT FIRST. You see what I mean? You can’t go from zero reference to “cool figure drawing” in one step, you have to use the combo “reference + anatomy technique” to be able to reach this goal.

Artists who train in illustration are taught how to draw from using a building block tool for construction, much like some of the pictures that you can see below. 

As I said above, it really takes a lot of training and practice to build objects from shapes. Basically every form begins as a shape. The more experience you get, the more you understand proportions and the more skills you will have to draw without visual reference.

In order to reach this result, you have to study anatomy tutorials. They always work more or less the same way, a bit like the pic above: decomposing the human body in geometric shapes or in elaborated stick figures. Here are a couple of video tuts.

TLDR: practice over and over again by using refs. Create a “visual library”. Learn to break the body into shapes. That will be the only way to make you come out of your comfort zone.

(Rainbow Comic Sans for maximum effect. I guess that now, I have everybody’s attention if it wasn’t the case til now)

Yes, you have rules to make things easier to draw from memory BUT THERE IS NOTHING WRONG ABOUT USING REFERENCE PICTURES!! It shouldn’t “kill you”, it shouldn’t make you feel guilty and you shouldn’t feel “less of an artist” because you need references for complicated poses!!! Plenty of pros don’t do art without models and props. And the old masters did the same thing. You want examples? Ok, let’s start!

Here’s a great quote from Alex Ross’ book, Mythology.

Ross’ biggest breakthrough as an illustrator came in June 1987 at the American Academy of Art, when he was introduced to the use of live models. “Before that, I had no idea how much I could grow as a draftsman. It was a huge turning point, because all through grade school I hadn’t so much as drawn from photographs_I’d always thought that you had to make it all up out of your head, and that’s how you did ‘fantasy’ illustration. Now I wonder if I would have developed even sooner had I drawn from life as child”

Photo session for a Superman drawing:

Alex Ross using the photos for his work (and you see the pose is not even complicated!)

And wait, MY FAVORITE PAGE EVER. PROFESSIONAL artists taking pictures of themselves and of their friends so that they can have reference pictures for their artworks. An example:

(Artist Claudio Pozas  posing with…huh…a modern day sword for one of his artworks)

And if you want a funny anecdote, you see Dean’s shoes in this art? It’s mine. I had a problem with the pose so I took a pic of myself with a camera and worked from the pic.

Yeah…but for manga and comics, it’s more stylized, they don’t use refs…Artists draw from the top of their heads…and…HA! HA! HA!!!! MEGA LOL! Two examples from my personal archive. Here is a picture taken from a Japanese program. I don’t remember the name of the artist but this mangaka is drawing a page for his forthcoming comic and instead of drawing from memory do you know what he did? He asked his assistant to pose for him. He took a pic with a Polaroid and…voilà!

The guy is in his 70′s!! He’s a super experienced artist and he still uses references for his art.

Let’s carry on! Another example. When I was a teen I bought an artbook by artist Takeda Yaoi (my first yaoi stuff!) and two of the poses looked familiar.

You bet it looked familiar. The artist used as reference, pictures of members from some my favorite bands at the time, Gene and Menswear (90′s teenagers, fan of Britpop, hello…).

(Pictures: L’UOMO Vogue, May-June 1995). And yes, we are in 2016 and I still have this magazine and this artbook at home. I..have problem throwing things away, ok? ><

Also, do you know what comic artists use nowadays for referencing? 3D softwares like Poser.They create the pose with a 3D model, they orientate the model according to the perspective they want and they use it as ref. It doesn’t mean they aren’t “real” artists, it just makes life fucking easier and it reduces the chances of anatomy mistakes.

(The picture above proves that not ALL the artists in the business use models or reference pictures xD)

Listen, I understand that you want to draw from imagination, that for some reason it makes you feel “freer” and that some poses are complicated to obtain from refs (the super dynamic “spider man poses” for instance) but it shouldn’t “kill you” to need refs to draw the human body when you really need it. If it’s to sketch or to draw “super comic style” poses, ok, why not, but otherwise WHEN IN DOUBT: REF!!! Particularly when you work on something complicated or on a big project like an artwork, for a book, a comic cover, etc..Do you understand? Even dôjinshi artists who seem to sketch things from the top of their heads use refs. I KNOW IT BECAUSE I KNEW SOME OF THEM.

TLDR2: Drawing from imagination is cool, it’s convenient for some poses or for some styles (super dynamic comic poses) but otherwise, don’t feel guilty for using refs! Pro artists do it all the time and now that 2000000 miliion images are available on the Internet, they do it even more than before!

Good luck anon, YOU CAN DO IT!! ♥

Hello there! I know I promised this a while ago already, but life got in the way. But better late than never.

This tutorial is on decorating a notebook. There are many different ways to do it, but I really like the way the spine is done in this one. I adapted this a long time ago from a few different methods.

I used a quite thin notebook, with a soft cover, but I’m pretty sure you can use this method on a thicker/hardcover one.

This has a lot of pictures though so here’s a cut.

Keep reading

Remember Longcat, Jane? I remember Longcat. Fuck the picture on this page, I want to talk about Longcat. Memes were simpler back then, in 2006. They stood for something. And that something was nothing. Memes just were. “Longcat is long.” An undeniably true, self-reflexive statement. Water is wet, fire is hot, Longcat is long. Memes were floating signifiers without signifieds, meaningful in their meaninglessness. Nobody made memes, they just arose through spontaneous generation; Athena being birthed, fully formed, from her own skull.
You could talk about them around the proverbial water cooler, taking comfort in their absurdity. “Hey, Johnston, have you seen the picture of that cat? They call it Longcat because it’s long!” “Ha ha, sounds like good fun, Stevenson! That reminds me, I need to show you this webpage I found the other day; it contains numerous animated dancing hamsters. It’s called — you’ll never believe this — hamsterdance!” And then Johnston and Stevenson went on to have a wonderful friendship based on the comfortable banality of self-evident digitized animals.
But then 2007 came, and along with it came I Can Has, and everything was forever ruined. It was hubris, Jane. We did it to ourselves. The minute we added written language beyond the reflexive, it all went to shit. Suddenly memes had an excess of information to be parsed. It wasn’t just a picture of a cat, perhaps with a simple description appended to it; now the cat spoke to us via a written caption on the picture itself. It referred to an item of food that existed in our world but not in the world of the meme, rupturing the boundary between the two. The cat wanted something. Which forced us to recognize that what it wanted was us, was our attention. WE are the cheezburger, Jane, and we always were. But by the time we realized this, it was too late. We were slaves to the very memes that we had created. We toiled to earn the privilege of being distracted by them. They fiddled while Rome burned, and we threw ourselves into the fire so that we might listen to the music. The memes had us. Or, rather, they could has us.
And it just got worse from there. Soon the cats had invisible bicycles and played keyboards. They gained complex identities, and so we hollowed out our own identities to accommodate them. We prayed to return to the simple days when we would admire a cat for its exceptional length alone, the days when the cat itself was the meme and not merely a vehicle for the complex memetic text. And the fact that this text was so sparse, informal, and broken ironically made it even more demanding. The intentional grammatical and syntactical flaws drew attention to themselves, making the meme even more about the captioning words and less about the pictures. Words, words, words. Wurds werds wordz. Stumbling through a crooked, dead-end hallway of a mangled clause describing a simple feline sentiment was a torture that we inflicted on ourselves daily. Let’s not forget where the word “caption” itself comes from: capio, Latin for both “I understand” and “I capture.” We thought that by captioning the memes, we were understanding them. Instead, our captions allowed them to capture us. The memes that had once been a cure for our cultural ills were now the illness itself.
It goes right back to the Phaedrus, really. Think about it. Back in the innocent days of 2006, we naïvely thought that the grapheme had subjugated the phoneme, that the belief in the primacy of the spoken word was an ancient and backwards folly on par with burning witches or practicing phrenology or thinking that Smash Mouth was good. Fucking Smash Mouth. But we were wrong. About the phoneme, I mean. Theuth came to us again, this time in the guise of a grinning grey cat. The cat hungered, and so did Theuth. He offered us an updated choice, and we greedily took it, oblivious to the consequences. To borrow the parlance of a contemporary meme, he baked us a pharmakon, and we eated it.
Pharmakon, φάρμακον, the Greek word that means both “poison” and “cure,” but, because of the limitations of the English language, can only be translated one way or the other depending on the context and the translator’s whims. No possible translation can capture the full implications of a Greek text including this word. In the Phaedrus, writing is the pharmakon that the trickster god Theuth offers, the toxin and remedy in one. With writing, man will no longer forget; but he will also no longer think. A double-edged (s)word, if you will. But the new iteration of the pharmakon is the meme. Specifically, the post-I-Can-Has memescape of 2007 onward. And it was the language that did it, Jane. The addition of written language twisted the remedy into a poison, flipped the pharmakon on its invisible axis.
In retrospect, it was in front of our eyes all along. Meme. The noxious word was given to us by who else but those wily ancient Greeks themselves. μίμημα, or mīmēma. Defined as an imitation, a copy. The exact thing Plato warned us against in the Republic. Remember? The simulacrum that is two steps removed from the perfection of the original by the process of — note the root of the word — mimesis. The Platonic ideal of an object is the source: the father, the sun, the ghostly whole. The corporeal manifestation of the object is one step removed from perfection. The image of the object (be it in letters or in pigments) is two steps removed. The author is inferior to the craftsman is inferior to God.
Fuck, out of space. Okay, the illustration on page 46 is fucking useless; I’ll see you there.
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But we’ll go farther than Plato. Longcat, a photograph, is a textbook example of a second-degree mimesis. (We might promote it to the third degree since the image on the internet is a digital copy of the original photograph of the physical cat which is itself a copy of Platonic ideal of a cat (the Godcat, if you will); but this line of thought doesn’t change anything in the argument.) The text-supplemented meme, on the other hand, the captioned cat, is at an infinite remove from the Godcat, the ultimate mimesis, copying the copy of itself eternally, the written language and the image echoing off each other, until it finally loops back around to the truth by virtue of being so far from it. It becomes its own truth, the fidelity of the eternal copy. It becomes a God.
Writing itself is the archetypical pharmakon and the archetypical copy, if you’ll come back with me to the Phaedrus (if we ever really left it). Speech is the real deal, Socrates says, with a smug little wink to his (written) dialogic buddy. Speech is alive, it can defend itself, it can adapt and change. Writing is its bastard son, the mimic, the dead, rigid simulacrum. Writing is a copy, a mīmēma, of truth in speech. To return to our analogous issue: the image of the cheezburger cat, the copy of the picture-copy-copy, is so much closer to the original Platonic ideal than the written language that accompanies it. (“Pharmakon” can also mean “paint.” Think about it, Jane. Just think about it.) The image is still fake, but it’s the caption on the cat that is the downfall of the republic, the real fakeness, which is both realer and faker than whatever original it is that it represents. Men and gods abhor the lie, Plato says in sections 382 a and b of the Republic.
οὐκ οἶσθα, ἦν δ᾽ ἐγώ, ὅτι τό γε ὡς ἀληθῶς ψεῦδος, εἰ οἷόν τε τοῦτο εἰπεῖν, πάντες θεοί τε καὶ ἄνθρωποι μισοῦσιν;
πῶς, ἔφη, λέγεις;
οὕτως, ἦν δ᾽ ἐγώ, ὅτι τῷ κυριωτάτῳ που ἑαυτῶν ψεύδεσθαι καὶ περὶ τὰ κυριώτατα οὐδεὶς ἑκὼν ἐθέλει, ἀλλὰ πάντων μάλιστα φοβεῖται ἐκεῖ αὐτὸ κεκτῆσθαι.

“Don’t you know,” said I, “that the veritable lie, if the expression is permissible, is a thing that all gods and men abhor?”
“What do you mean?” he said.
“This,” said I, “that falsehood in the most vital part of themselves, and about their most vital concerns, is something that no one willingly accepts, but it is there above all that everyone fears it.”
Man’s worst fear is that he will hold existential falsehood within himself. And the verbal lies that he tells are a copy of this feared dishonesty in the soul. Plato goes on to elaborate: “the falsehood in words is a copy of the affection in the soul, an after-rising image of it and not an altogether unmixed falsehood.” A copy of man’s false internal copy of truth. And what word does Plato use for “copy” in this sentence? That’s fucking right, μίμημα. Mīmēma. Mimesis. Meme. The new meme is a lie, manifested in (written) words, that reflects the lack of truth, the emptiness, within the very soul of a human. The meme is now not only an inferior copy, it is a deceptive copy.
But just wait, it gets better. Plato continues in the very next section of the Republic, 382 c. Sometimes, he says, the lie, the meme, is appropriate, even moral. It is not abhorrent to lie to your enemy, or to your friend in order to keep him from harm. “Does it [the lie] not then become useful to avert the evil—as a medicine?” You get one fucking guess for what Greek word is being translated as “medicine” in this passage. Ding ding motherfucking ding, you got it, φάρμακον, pharmakon. The μίμημα is a φάρμακον, the lie is a medicine/poison, the meme is a pharmakon.
But I’m sure that by now you’ve realized the (intentional) mistake in my argument that brought us to this point. I said earlier that the addition of written language to the meme flipped the pharmakon on its axis. But the pharmakon didn’t flip, it doesn’t have an axis. It was always both remedy and poison. The fact that this isn’t obvious to us from the very beginning of the discussion is the fault of, you guessed it, language. The initial lie (writing) clouds our vision and keeps us from realizing how false the second-order lie (the meme) is.
The very structure of the lying meme mirrors the structure of the written word that defines and corrupts it. Once you try to identify an “outside” in order to reveal the lie, the whole framework turns itself inside-out so that you can never escape it. The cat wants the cheezburger that exists outside the meme, but only through the meme do we become aware of the presumed existence of the cheezburger — we can’t point out the absurdity of the world of the meme without also indicting our own world. We can’t talk about language without language, we can’t meme without mimesis. Memes didn’t change between ‘06 and ‘07, it was us who changed. Or rather, our understanding of what we had always been changed. The lie became truth, the remedy became the poison, the outside became the inside. Which is to say that the truth became lie, the pharmakon was always the remedy and the poison, and the inside retreated further inside. It all came full circle. Because here’s the secret, Jane. Language ruined the meme, yes. But language itself had already been ruined. By that initial poisonous, lying copy. Writing.
The First Meme.
Language didn’t attack the meme in 2007 out of spite. It attacked it to get revenge.
Longcat is long. Language is language. Pharmakon is pharmakon. The phoneme topples the grapheme, witches ride through the night, our skulls hide secret messages on their surfaces, Smash Mouth is good after all. Hey now, you’re an all-star. Get your game on.
Go play.

Using a “reference”

This has bugged me for a long time now, but this is one of the most common things I hear from other artists, whenever they ask me for critique.

Using a reference does not mean just copying the superficial details, likewise it doesn’t mean not using any of the picture, either.

It means looking at something, and trying to analyze the underlying structure as to why it looks that way, and how to replicate it for your own use.

Let me show you.

You see what I mean?
I’m well aware of how flawed it still is, but all I did was look at the way the character was built, and then tried to recreate that process.

But time and time again, whenever I hear people who say they “used a reference” it’s either they didn’t use any of the picture at all, or they tried to use it too hard, and didn’t even construct anything, with the features all in glaringly wrong places.

I ah- I did a thing………. Long story short; fun idea is being played around with by a lot of the people I follow - theatre AU Bagginshield, with the Midsummer Night’s Dream production at The Globe involved I think?

I remember seeing pictures of the play ages ago and I adore the designs of these two characters. And this pose is just so dynamic! I thought I’d try it out, using a small photo as reference. About 2hrs of work, will probably return to it to clean up and make the characters look less… Unlike themselves… For now I am off to bed! (38hrs since I last slept… So forgive any glaring mistakes)

Also - I apologize if it’s intrusive in any way that I just went ahead with it;;;

I am aware that nobody likes it when I post non Cookie Run related stuff

While I did draw the original picture, Sasu (I’ll tag you if you want!) was the one who digitalized it, and I’ll say it a thousand times, it looks amazing!

This is supposed to be a self portrait of myself that I’ve been trying to draw for years. And now that it is complete, I can draw all my friends in this glorious new style, which no one cares about because it’s non Cookie Run related so why even bother :D

anonymous asked:

What did you ask for when you got your hair done like what kind of colour? Or did u show pics? I am seriously considering that hair after u posting those pics bc you look like a medieval princess I'm so into it

cool i’m in love with you i didn’t realise my entire life’s wish is to remind people of a medieval princess until now? i showed my hairdresser some pictures of Paige Matthews in season five of charmed! basically just went through some screenshots and picked out some scenes where i particularly loved her hair and then used them as reference pics!

This is how I imagine The Dove Keeper!Gerard. I’m so happy I found this picture cause I’ve always had problems associating TDK!Gerard with the other pics we’re used to see. Now I can’t stop staring at his face cause TDK is such an important book in my life and this pic makes me feel like its all real, you know. Idk, I’m a little weird and some days i just wish i could talk to him and ask for advice like Frank did. I like to pretend he is real and having a pic for me to use as reference is so amazing.