on that note how do i draw

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anonymous asked:

julenath

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

how do they see each other with their emo bangs lmao

okay but they sit next to each other in science so she probably watches him draw a lot. and on that note i like to headcanon that he draws different face shapes for her to practice makeup designs on 

I haven’t animated in so long??

Wew last guy from Mystic Messenger, V! He is one of my favorites, I had this concept in mind for a while. I made him look like Victor from Yuri on Ice on purpose. I heard about their appearance similiarities, so I won’t be bothered if people mention this lol.

Not sure how to draw his expression. Looking badass or sad? I end up drawing him almost facepalming( ̄□ ̄;)I couldn’t find the meaning behind cyan flowers, but this color fit him so well. If categorized with blue, he seeks the impossible. Painful, yet holding onto it. 

***Note*** Do not repost on social media where you can simply reblog the original (facebook, tumblr). Please don’t forget the right credits! I noticed some reposted art get more feedback than my original post (T⌓T)
Of course I can’t get ahold of everything, but every little help and consideration is appreciated!

Previous Mystic Messenger character art:

Zen
707
Jumin
Unknown
Yoosung 
Jaehee

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I will say, hands are some of the hardest things to grasp when learning how to draw! Even people who have been drawing for years can be intimidated by these lil appendages! My methods for drawing them might be a bit weird, but I’m happy to share some of the things I try and keep in mind while trying to capture the essence of The Hand

I hope some people can find this useful! I could probably have gone on and on about drawing hands in this post but it’s already long enough-

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“Your hands are empty,” you note in a level tone, palms flat against the arms of your throne.

a piece for @callmearcturus‘s jam fic, chamomile, rose water, and other unlikely intoxicants, i tried to do a weird gif thing

companion jake piece probably coming up later, provided this art block doesn’t continue to ruin my life

the boy who stole sweaters

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anonymous asked:

I love the purple gradient on the line art thing you do! Is it something you add after you finish the drawing?

Yep, I add it after the sketch is 100% done otherwise:

Original ^

Drawing over the sketch with a darkish purple (note: this color must be lighter than the original color used for lineart) w/ mode set to lighten ^

Same step, again, with a lighter purple-red.

Then redraw (w/ normal mode on) certain areas in black to make em pop.

Notebook Journal

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Super long and rambly but pretty fluffy?

Words: 2201 Longest yet

Prompt: “I did not mean for stripping to come from this.” 

Tags: @captainswriting


  You’ve known Peter your entire school life. In preschool, you sat next to each other and that must’ve set a pattern for you both, even though you became friends in fifth grade. He was never the toughest guy, still isn’t in your opinion, he was more like a small, fluffy puppy. That didn’t have teeth. Or nails.

  Okay, so he’s a stuffed animal.

  So, one fateful day at recess, you saw your next desk over classmate getting picked on. Being the type of girl that never cared about getting dirty or danger, you walked up behind the bully and kicked the back of his knees. Needless to say, after you served detention time, you hid for a couple days.

  You almost regretted it when Peter started following you around. Sure, you were, and still are, tough, but you’re no bodyguard. However, the brown-haired puppy-boy grew on you and soon he didn’t have to follow you; you met at the bus stop.

  So grew a strong friendship. You added Ned to your small group, then Michelle (sorta, she sort of just kind of hung out with all of you), though it made people call you the Nerd Patrol. Did any of you care?

  Well, a little at first, but not now.

  When you turned fourteen, something changed. You didn’t see Peter as your puppy boy friend (even though he still is). You saw his awkward, lanky, adorable shyness and how much he cares about his friends. You started noticing little things about him. How he’d mess with his hair when he’d stutter nervously, how he’d send you adorable smiles when you walked by in the halls, even how he’d chew his lip during a test. 

  Then you realized.

  You have a crush on your best friend.

  Except, he has a crush on Liz and you can’t blame him. She’s beautiful and smart and they look adorable next to each other. Who really wouldn’t love Liz? And you? Just some tomboy, dorky, nerd. Sure, that’s who Peter is, minus the tomboy part, but he deserves someone perfect, like Liz.

  You slam your locker shut in frustration as your thoughts race, followed by your heart when you think of Peter. All you wanna do is bang your head into it, but a quick glance to your left shows Michelle leaning against the wall with a granola bar in hand. She holds it out to you and your stomach grumbles.
 
  “How’d you know I didn’t eat breakfast?”

  She looks you over with a somewhat bored but knowing look. “Your hair’s in a messy ponytail and looks kinda greasy, you’re wearing a pair of your sweats and a loose T. Usually, you have your hair up neatly, you wear graphic Ts, and camos. So, no shower, slept in, and didn’t eat yet. Also, you’re upset.”

  You sigh and take the bar from her. “You know, you’re incredibly scary when you do that.”

  She shrugs, pushing off the wall. “Come on, don’t wanna miss an opportunity to draw people in distress.”

  You shake your head, following her slowly. “God, you’re so strange.”

  Settling into your seat, you bring your notebook out and start jotting down some thoughts, mostly about how you’re trying and failing to control your emotions for your best friend. Who just happens to choose now to sit next to you now.

  “Hey, Y/n. Whatcha doing?” Peter tries to lean over to see your writing.

  You shut it quickly, sliding it into your backpack and bringing out your notes for class. “Just waiting for class to start. Where were you last night? I thought we were supposed to be studying together.”

  He facepalms, groaning into his hand. “Oh, crap…look, I’m so sorry, I-something came up and I had to take care of it. I am so sorry.”

  “What’d you end up doing, then?” You can’t help a little suspicion from lacing your voice.

  Peter seems to think hard for a moment and your heart sinks. Is he trying to think of a lie or hide something from you? Maybe you guys aren’t as good of friends as you thought.

  “I had promised Ned that I’d help him his Death Star Lego set. I’m really sorry, I should’ve called.”

  You nod slowly as the teacher begins the class. You try to distract yourself with small notes that probably mean nothing to this class. He was lying. You knew he was, they did the Death Star last week. What was he doing? Maybe with Liz.

  That thought just makes your stomach burn.

  School ends in a blur for you as you can’t focus more than four seconds without going back to why Peter would lie to you. You throw your books in your locker and grab your journal notebook to bring home. If you can just get home without getting stopped-

  “Where are you going so fast?” Michelle is leaning next to the door with her arms crossed, her usual bored expression on her face.

  You huff, pouting a little. “I just wanna go home. I need my shower, okay?”

  “You’re hiding something.”

  “What do you mean?” you sigh, just wanting to leave before Peter finds you.

  “You’ve been avoiding Peter, so I’m guessing it’s because of him. What happened?”

  You shift your weight uneasily. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your parents, about your huge crush on Peter Parker, so telling both of you guys’ friend…who could turn around and just tell him…but she won’t stop asking or probably let you leave until you tell her.

  “Peter, okay? He happened.”

  Her eyes flare slightly in realization. “I see. You’re a little jealous of the attention he gives Liz because…I see.”

  You shrug and walk past her. “Like I can compete with Liz, though.”

  Michelle just sighs as you leave, shaking her head slightly. You walk home quickly, not wanting to stop again before you can scream into your pillow and basically just die. You told your biggest secret to your friend and you have no idea how to process all the things that could go wrong. Running inside, you lock yourself in your room and flop on your bed.

  “Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Why are you so stupid?”

  You bury your face into your pillow for a while until you look up to check the time. The sun is already down and your room is flooded with a street light as you roll onto your back. Your notebook and backpack had fallen onto the floor next to your bed when you flopped onto your bed. You don’t bother to try and get them, though, you’d rather just die.

  Or take a shower.

  Deciding to do the latter, you scramble to get up and take a quick shower, coming out in a pair of shorts and old tank top with a towel to dry your hair. What were you gonna do if Michelle told someone? One thing is for sure, you were running away from New York.

  You freeze as your window is pulled up and open. Now, you don’t believe in ghosts, but that there was reason to think they’re real. However, you’re sure there’s a perfectly good reason for it to open like that…on its own. Yeah. I mean, that’s what you and Peter always say when Ned tells ghost stories. So it must be true. Right?
 
  You let out a loud sigh of relief when Spider-Man crawls in through the window, though that turns into confusion, which then turns into concern for the wall crawler as he drops with a loud groan of pain.

  “Um, excuse me?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him too much.

  He tilts his head back to look at you, his mask eyes seeming to wince as he does. “Uh, y-yeah…sorry about, uh…dropping in on you.”

  You chuckle softly at his quip, as lame as it may sound. “Think I can help?”

  He nods. “That’d be much appreciated, thank you.”

  You quickly run back into the bathroom to grab your medical supply box that your mom had made you make in case of emergencies. It’s not that big, but it has some peroxide, anti-biotic cream, bandages, and cotton balls to use. You jog back into your room to see him trying to stand up on his own, legs shaking slightly. Dropping your bag next to your bed, you grab his arm and have him sit on your bed.

  “Easy, Mr. hero. Don’t over exert yourself.”

  He huffs, groaning softly. “Fine.”

You grab your bag again and stand in front of him, shifting your weight slightly on your feet. “Um, okay, so…I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

  He tilts his head slightly, wondering where in the world you’re going with this.

  “I need you to take your suit off.”

  “T-the mask, too?” he asks, suddenly very worried.

  Your eyes widen. “No! No, no no, not unless you wanna…I just wanna help with where it hurts the most.”

  He nods slowly, agreeing with you finally as he presses the button in the middle of his suit, loosening it up so it just slips off. You look down into the bag, blushing a dark red. If you paid more attention to guys’ body types at school or around you, you might be able to tell who he really is with him bare in front of you. Well, besides his boxers and mask. That only makes you blush darker.

  You kneel in front of him, soaking a cotton ball in peroxide. “This is gonna suck,” you mutter.

  He chuckles softly and you swear you’ve heard it before. “I took the hit, I can take the cleaning.”

  You shrug slightly, pressing the cotton ball to one of the cuts that litter his torso. You hear him hiss under his mask, his muscles all tense, but he doesn’t pull away, so he’s pretty disciplined. You gently blow on it to keep the sting down and to dry it before you put a bandage on it, just like you’d do with a child. You don’t know he’s blushing under his mask.

  Just as you go to put some anti-biotic on the bandage, only to find out you didn’t have enough. You growl, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

  “Everything okay?” Spider-Man asks with concern.

  “Yeah. Just stay put, I gotta run downstairs for more Neosporin which is in the downstairs bathroom because my house is dumb, so stay.”

  You quickly run down to the bathroom, searching the drawer for the Neosporin before sprinting back upstairs. You sigh in relief as you don’t hear anything moving in your room, thinking he’s still sitting where you left him. You open the door and look up from the tube in your hands to talk to him, but you freeze.

  He’s reading your notebook.

  “What do you think you’re doing?!” you yell at him, making him jump and fumble the notebook, failing to catch it, so it falls back to your floor. He scrambles to sit as casually as possible, only looking more tense.

  “I, uh…oops?”

  You growl, grabbing your hair tightly. “How much did you read?”

  “Just that…you have a crush on m-your best friend. Peter Parker?”

  You nod slowly, sighing heavily as you walk back over to him. “Yeah…but it’s dumb. He doesn’t like me back, he likes this perfect girl named Liz. I don’t have a chance.”

  “How do you know that? Have you asked him?” his voice sounds tense to you.
You give him a look as you start wrapping the bandages around his body. “Like I could.”

  He stays quiet for a while before you see him reach his hand up towards his mask, slowly pulling it off his head. It comes off in almost slow motion for you, first revealing tousled brown hair, then nervous looking eyes that you know so well, then finally the face of your crush and best friend.

  “Peter?!” you screech, stumbling back away from him. “What the fu-“

  He jumps off the bed and covers your mouth with his hand, though that pretty much left him hovering over you. “Don’t scream! Please. No one else can know, okay?”

  You tear his hand away and scramble up, gasping softly for air. “Oh, my god, you’re Spider-Man…oh, my god…”

  He watches you pace nervously in front of him, rubbing his arms slightly. It’s kinda cold being pretty much naked.

  You pause, turning towards him with wide eyes. “So, you know Iron Man? And Captain America, Thor, Black Widow, all of them?”

  He nods slowly. “Yeah…I mean, I’m pretty much an Avenger.”

  A huge smile graces your lips. “Oh, my god! That’s so awesome! You have to tell me how everyone’s like! Is Iron Man really such a playboy? Is Cap’s shield really heavy? Can you lift Thor’s hammer? Is Black Wi-“

  You’re cut off by him pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours gently, shutting you up.

  “In case you were wondering, I do like you, too.” He chuckles softly as you gape at him.

  “Well…you could’ve just said so,” you murmur, connecting your lips again.


  “…Okay, but seriously, answer my questions and put some clothes on. I ain’t like that.”

Request: Prompt 15 and 16 with peter maximoff (DOFP and Apocalypse)vplease x

Author’s Notes: So this is the first request I’m going to do for the prompts I put up today. I’m actually very surprised how many requests I got in this amount of time! Thank you all! I also want to say thank you for 200 followers! I’ll get to writing now, see you at the end. 

Word Count: 787

Warnings: Mentions of sexual things ;)

#15 “Draw me like one of your French girls.” “Please stop taking your clothes off.”    

#16 “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”


Keeping Peter at a slower pace was hard, but trying to keep him to be still all together was damn near impossible. He refused to sit still for more than 3 seconds and that is going to be a problem, seeing that he has a broken leg and all. After the whole Apocalypse thing, the super fast healing wasn’t going to cut it with this one. He still needed to rest and keep off of that leg. That’s where you come in, trying to ease his boredom as best you can. 

You walk up to the room that he shared with Scott in the mansion, which was newly rebuilt thanks to Jean and Erik, knocking twice before walking in. You see Peter lying on his bed with his headphones on, music blasting with his broken leg propped up on some pillows. ‘Exactly as I left him,’ you thought, secretly thanking him for not moving.

“Peter!” you say a bit louder, hoping to get the speedster’s attention but all you heard was the loud music coming out of the headphones. Sighing, you go to sit on Scott’s bed, which was across from Peter’s, and you pull out one of your school books, figuring that if you’re not going to do anything, might as well finish the homework. 

Taking out a pencil and highlighter, your eyes scan the pages in front of you, highlighting important passages and phrases. You see slight movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up, expecting to see Peter still lying there, flipping though the songs on his MP3 player. 

What you did see though, was completely unexpected.

There was Peter, lying on his bed and looking directly at you, a lazy smirk on his face. Slowly, he maneuvered he was onto his side, carefully tucking his broken leg under his non-broken leg. He props his head up on his arm and winks at you. “Hello, beautiful.”

His hands move to the hem of his shirt, hooking them under it and yanking his shirt over his head, making his pale chest now visible to your viewing. Peter noticed your stare and his smirk only grows, making him tighten his abs, making it obvious that he was flexing.

Rolling your eyes, you set your book on Scott’s bed and make your way over to Peter. His eyes widen as he watches your actions, the once playful smirk transforming into a mischievous one. He wiggles his eyebrows, hands teasily moving down to his belt buckle, “Draw me like one of your French girls.”

You take your hand and dig it into Peter’s side, causing him to let out a not-so-manly shriek of surprise. “Please stop taking your clothes off. Also, you were totally flexing.”

Peter gasps with fake disgust, “I would never deceive you like that. This is all nat-ur-al.” He draws out the last word as he sits up on the bed and resumes his previous position, with his leg up on the pillows.

You crawl over him and lay next to him, lying your head on his shoulder, “This is nice.”

He hums in approval and rolls over to wrap his arms around you as he attempts to place a pillow between his legs to elevate the cast. With a groan, Peter sits up and places the pillow in its desired destination. You giggle and wrap your arms lazily around his waist, paying attention to where you were laying your head and not to where you hands actually ended up, which went a little lower than expected. 

The momentum on your arms coming down after being wrapped around Peter’s “waist” created a loud slap noise, causing another involuntary not-so-manly shriek to escape his mouth. He looks down at you with a shocked expression plastered on his face and you look down to see what you smacked.

A blush made it’s was onto your cheeks as you look up at Peter with wide eyes, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Another smirk crept onto Peter’s face, “Of course you didn’t”

“I’m serious, Peter.”

“I didn’t expect you to be into the kinky stuff, (y/n).”

The blush on your cheeks only intensified at Peter’s last statement, “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

You bury your face in the crook of Peter’s neck to escape the embarrassment that was soon to come. Quiet chuckles were heard from him as he wrapped his arms around you once again.

“I’ll let you do it again, I kinda liked it. Just promise to give me some time before you introduce the handcuffs. Maybe I’ll like this whole BDSM thing.”

“Peter!”

@pilferingapples Have I mentioned lately that you’re awesome? Because you are.

Strip

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Summary: You agree to help Sirius study for his OWL’s, however what you failed to realise that tutoring the marauder was like babysitting. After various failed attempts, you finally find a way to keep Sirius somewhat focused and, interested.
A/N: NSFW ! ! ! 

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