pencil building

vnm-faress  asked:

When did you learn to draw ? I mean where did you get motivation? Personally i want to learn Because you gave me the motivation But I don't know where to start , things like construction, perception, perspective, compositions... I don't know where to start ... So if you can help me , just tell me where to start " an Algerian fan "

There’s no a specific rule or manual about where to start to make something. Start with something that makes you feel comfortable, and when you think you’re ready you can get out of your comfort zone and try new things.
You can try redrawing other stuff like tv shows scenes to practice and discover how does that perspective, coloring or character’s anatomy  works. That’s how I learned, and training my eyes to appreciate details, from a single form of a pencil, to a big building or even a city. It doesn’t mean you will learn to draw complex stuff, but you will know how to simplify things according to the style you want to reach. 
Start with whatever you want. If you’re consistent you will learn the other things by instinct.

Work in progress
Really slow progress on her 😔
Building up the colours!
It’s too painful to stay in one position for too long since my car crash 2 weeks ago!!


I neglected this for the past 4 weeks (what it looked like then) so decided to put some time on it today. And after about 4h I think the ink stage is almost done, I need to decide on the contour (faint outline of circle in pencil). And, yes I’m building/creating as I go.

Note the two dragon open/close mouth opposition is loosely based of the guardian statue in Japanese temples.

I’m not sure I can salvage the ink smear, but I want to finish it anyway (finished not perfect). On the upside it’s removing a small amount of pressure from fear of messing up :P. I’ll get this shield design done.

India ink and dip pen with maru nib (soundtrack of today)

Drawing of The Flatiron building, New York. Zoomed in on the building to try and showcase all the intricate details that make this building so beautiful, hope I did it justice. 

[Jackson] Princess (Part I)

Jackson paces back and forth in front of the skyscraper, he’s been waiting for more than half an hour. People walk out of the building, suits, pencil skirts, blazers passing by his jeans and leather jacket.

“Mark!” Jackson calls as one of the numerous penguins in the building climbs down the stairs, briefcase in hand. The man, an old friend of Jackson, who he considers as a brother, snaps his head to the right, spotting Jackson who is jogging to him. Mark’s eyes widen and he quickly glances around before pulling Jackson away from any curious eyes, not even greeting him back.

“What are you doing here?” Marks hisses through gritted teeth, scolding his younger friend.

“I need help, I need a job.” Jackson explains, obviously ignoring his friend’s obvious embarrassment.

“I can’t help you, I’m not the CEO of this firm.” Mark says quickly.

“I know, I don’t want this kind of job. I want a fight.” Mark, surprised, glances around again before focusing on his friend again. He doesn’t want people to see him with Jackson.

“I’m not into that kind of stuff anymore Jackson.”

“Please Mark, I need you. Just a fight, just one.”

“No, Jackson. I’m out of this kind of shit, you know it. Now, excuse me I have to pick up my girlfriend up from work.” The man gets ready to walk off but Jackson grabs his rolloxed arm.

“Mark, please. Just one fight and you’ll never hear from me again.”

“Y/N wouldn’t approve that.”

“I’m doing this for her. We need money.”

“I’m sorry Jackson.” Mark sighs before walking off.

“Mark, I love this girl more than everything. She’s the love of my life, I can’t lose her.” He’s not listening and continues to walk away.

“You should understand. I’m exactly like you were 6 years ago, when you were all over your female student.” Mark freezes.

“You live together now, right?” He slowly turns around, he knows what Jackson is doing.

“Turned out pretty well, didn’t it?” Jackson asks. Guilt hits Mark across the face, his heart sinks. Mark sighs, he’s almost giving in.

“I want Y/N and I to work. Please Mark I’m begging you.” Jackson pleads. Mark clenches his jaw, looking away as he swallows. He sighs.

“One fight Jackson, only one.” He holds a finger in the air. Jackson’s eyes soften, his face drops with relief. He smiles.

“Oh thank you bro. Thank you, I .owe you a big one.” He grabs Mark’s hand and squeezes it while patting his shoulder, making him smile.

“You think you’re a woman now that you graduated? Uh?!” Your father yells and you’re sure all the neighborhood can hear him.

”Then I guess you don’t need us, or our money, or our roof, since you’re such an grown up woman!”

”I know I’m not a grown woman but I’m not a baby either!” You argue back and his golden rollexed hand grabs your arm once you’ve zipped up your bag and pulls you out of your soon-ex bedroom and down the stairs.

”I love him, and he loves me, that’s all I’m trying to make you understand!” You were just evoking the idea of taking an apartment with your boyfriend, just evoking. Why did it have to end this way?

”He’s a total loser, he doesn’t deserve you. But you’re too fucking blind and irresponsible to see it. Your mother and I are trying to protect you.” He replies once you reached down the stairs.

”By kicking me out?!” 

“I take that back, we tried to protect you Y/N. We tried.” He’s now holding the door open for you and you turn around.

”Mommy…” She’s standing there, and arm wrapped around her waist, supporting her elbow as she presses her hand on her cheek in a mental slap, she’s crying. She looks down, she looks away from you, from what is happening. What kind of mother does that?

”I hate you.” You’re now crying and before you know it the cold hits you in the face as the door slams behind  you with a loud noise. Damn, they actually did it. You’re standing there, in front of your ex big and comfortable house, they kicked you out, they kicked you out. 

 Jackson and you have been dating for a year and a half. He was the bad boy of the school and you were the new rich girl, you changed him, he shared his passion about boxing and cars with you, you even discovered he liked music, ballads, you made him smile, you made your way to his heart and the sweet Jackson you discovered did the same, you fell in love, you fell hard. Your parents never liked him, you know it. Jackson was a bad boy, he was a rebel. They hated him so much, they couldn’t stand you saying his name or talking about seeing him. Seeing the bad boy he was, they always imagined the worst, they thought you smoked and skipped class, had illegal occupations, they knew he had taken your virginity, and it only made things worse. You had never been caught, but they were sure a bad boy like him couldn’t be a virgin, it was inevitable. And they were right, he did take your virginity, but not it the way they think he did. He did not take your virginity, you offered it to him and he handled it well, gently and lovingly. The idea of you sleeping with him only made them hate him more, to the point of you didn’t want him to walk you home anymore. They did everything to prevent you from seeing him, but they never suceeded. Jackson had been kicked out too, his parents then tried to make up but he refused, this stubborn brat. He’s roommate with three of his friends, Yugyeom, Jaebum and Jinyoung, and Jaebum is paying for everything. Jackson works here and there, he likes mechanic so he works in a garage from time to time, in a restaurant sometimes. He’s a good guy, he really is, he has a very soft side, he can be so loving, he is with you.

 You call him. 

 “Jackson, baby?” You sniffle.

“What? What’s wrong Y/N.” He sounds worried, he is.

“They kicked me out.” You sob, steady your bag on your shoulder.

“Fuck. Where are you?”

“Front door.”

“I’m coming.”


 Less than twenty minutes later he’s there.

“Hey.” He says once he’s in front of you.

”Jackson…” His name comes out as a plea and you snuggle in his chest, bursting into tears. You’re realizing he’s the only one you have, he’s all you have left, and he’s there, he came, he’s not running away, he doesn’t look away from you, from what is happening.

“Hush now, baby. It’s okay, everything’s fine.” He holds your head against his chest and hold you close as you keep crying, sobbing and wailing.

”Baby, look at me. Look at me.” He demands, cupping your face and angling it so you would be looking up at him.

“I’m here, we’re together. That’s all that matters.” 


 After Jackson took you back to his shared flat you lived with him and his friends for a couple of months until he found a full-time job in a garage and decided to move out with you. Proud of his new situation, and lucky you had found a job as a waitress, he found you a small apartment. It was kind of shitty, with only one bedroom, a very small kitchenette and broken blinds, but it was your love cocoon. You were poor, you had just enough money to eat every day, but no extras. You were poor, you were happy.

3 years later.

 Jackson has this habit of taking his shirt off at home, he says it gets less dirty that way so he can wear it again and save detergent. So he’s half naked, devouring his steak after a tiring day at work and you’re watching with a small smile on your lips from the other side of your oh so small dining table. Your phone rings: Mother.

 “Mom I don’t want-” She cuts you off.

”Darling, please don’t hang up on me. Don’t hang up on your mother, please.” It’s a plea, she’s pleading. Okay, only this time Y/N. 

”A mother, like you say, wouldn’t have kick-” She cut you off again.

”I know darling, I know. But I’m still your mother, and I love you.” Liar.

”What do you want?” You ask.

”I want to make sure you’re okay, you never gave me news since…” since you kicked me out, yeah I know. You sigh deeply.

”I’m doing fine.” You mumble.

”Where are you living?” She asks.

”With Jackson, sorry to disappoint you.” You hiss. 

“How are you paying?”

“We’re working.” 

“What kind of job?”

 “Why do you care?” 

“Because you’re my daughter, Y/N. I know I didn’t say a word when your dad kicked you out but as soon as you left I regretted. I regretted it so much. If I could go back in time darling I swear- Oh shut up. 

“It’s too late mom.” 

“I know. But I can try to make it up to you, can’t I?” Oh no. 

“Don’t.” “I saved some-”

 “I said don’t. I don’t need your money.” 

“Darling, please, take it. Daddy won’t know.” 

“Mom I said no. You can’t kick me out, and then try to get me back home. And Dad is still mad, I know it.” 

“No he’s not, he misses you.” 

“He hasn’t called ever since I was kicked out.” 

 “Y/N… I’m sorry.” Her voice cracks as if her throat had tightened. She’s crying. You’re making her cry.

”Mom…” You plead, tearing up and the only answer you get is a sob.

”Please, stop this. Stop crying. I don’t want this. I don’t want to get you in troubles, keep your money.” You hang up and carelessly drop your phone on the dining table. Fuck. You’re crying. Jackson gets up and walks to you as soon as you’re done talking and kneels down next to you.

”Hey, hey. Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” He pleads, putting a comforting hand on your knee and looking up at you with apologetic eyes.

“She sounded so sad, because of me.”

“No, it’s her fault, she’s the one who let your father kick you out.”

“We’re gonna show them. We’ll have a great life. I’m going to work harder and I’ll buy us a house, and a dog.” You always wanted a puppy, but your parents never wanted to buy you one, and Jackson is determined to give you everything you want.

”We’re going to be happy. We already are,right?” You nod through your tears.

”Stop crying then.” He kisses your temple. 


 “I want to go to Uni.” You say out of the blue.

”What?” Jackson asks, looking up from his plate.

”I want to go to Uni, I miss learning and studying.”

“You can’t.” He simply says.


“How are you going to pay for it? Are you gonna work while studying?”

“No, I would be too hard.”

“Then what? Did you save money?”

“No, I thought maybe my mom could-”

“No.” No?


“You’re not taking your mom’s money.”

“She cares about me, she’s sorry.”

“She let your father kick you out of her house. She watched you cry and beg while your father threw you out.”

“She was scared.”

“Y/N, you’re not taking your mom’s money.”

“But I really want-”

“Stop this. I said no. End of the discussion.”

“It’s her money, not my father’s.”

“Over my dead body Y/N.”

“Jackson you can’t tell me what to do.”

“Y/N, don’t make me mad, please, I’m tired.” Are you threatening me Mr.Wang?

“I can do whatever I want, you’re not the boss of me.”

“Well, I think I do have my word to say, Y/N. I’m the one who fixed you, I ran to you when you needed me, I watched you cry for days, I held you, comforted you-”

“Yeah and look how we are now. I’m not even sure we can eat dinner tomorrow.” Uni could resolve your financial issues, you could find a better job.

“You need to realize that I’m doing my best.” He says calmly but something hints you that he’s more than mad. What? What did I say?

“I know. But your best is not always the best, you’ll have to accept that.”

“You know what? Fuck you.” Well done Y/N, now he’s really mad. “Excuse me?”

“You’re just a spoiled girl Y/N. You miss money, you miss comfort, you fucking miss your snob friends and the fucking penguin parties, that’s why my best can’t satisfy you, you’re a fucking snob.” He says, his face twisted with disgust. Ouch.

”Well I’m sorry I’m not as rich as you’d like me to be, I’m sorry I can’t buy you an R8 every time you’re upset, I work my ass off to keep a roof above your diadem, princess. I’m sorry it’s not enough!” He says sarcastically, he’s angry, he looks disgusted, you disgust him. I disgust him.

“Why the hell are you saying that to me, I’m just worried about our future!” You realize your eyes are moist and the tears are almost falling out and you don’t fight them back. What he says is hurtful, you’re hurt, you have the right to cry.

“‘Don’t you dare cry Y/N, don’t you dare.” He raises a threatening index at you. Keep the waterworks off Y/N, he’s mad. I’m angry too! And hurt, and upset.

”I’m doing this because I care, because I want us to have a better life! And if taking my mom’s money is acting like a spoiled brat, then fuck you, to me is just caring about us! You should try it too for once! ” You argue back. There, you said it. If he really cared he would have tried to find a good job instead of doing what he likes.

“I do care!”

“No you don’t! If you cared then you would’ve already dropped your garage shit and tried to find better!” He remains silent and then snaps. With a swing of his arm his plate a glass are on the floor, broken in countless pieces, the noise is awful, but you don’t flinch as he paces across the room. Bang! He’s gone. 


 It’s one in the morning and he’s still not back. You can’t help but get worried, where the hell is he? Was he leaving you? Like that? A loud knock on your door wake you up from your reverie and you get up from your empty shared bed, well mattress. You walk to the door and looking through the hole you recognize Jackson.

”I forgot my keys.” Is what he says once the door is open. He smirks. He’s drunk.

“Are you okay?” You ask as he stumbles in, letting you close the door behind him. Suddenly you feel him wrapping an arm around you shoulders and his nose tickles your skin as he nuzzles your neck.

“I’m more than okay now.” You can tell he’s smiling.

“No Jackson, you’re going to bed.”

“With you.”

Using the arm he tried to seduce you with, you try to keep him on his feet and bring him to your shared bedroom and let him plop down on the bed. You watch him struggling with his clothes until hes half naked with only his sweatpants on. You sigh deeply, at least he’s safe. You lay down beside him, making sure to keep as far from him as possible.

“Kiss me.” He pleads from behind you and you ignore him.

“Baby kiss me.”

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I’m mad at you too.”He swings a lazy arm around you. You decide not to argue back because he’s drunk and it would be useless.

“I’m so, so, so mad at you, spoiled brat.” You finally turn around at his remark.

“I’m not-”

“But you look cute in my shirt…” You notice he’s eyes are shut, he’s passed out. Ugh! 


 The next morning of course you wake up before him and hang in the house in your nightwear: his T-shirt. Night brings advice, you thought a lot about your argument during the night. Jackson is being too stubborn about not wanting you to talk to your mother, or taking her money, you fucking need it after all, and she did not kick you out, your father did. Second, you finally understood why he snapped, you were saying what he was doing wasn’t enough, and it hurt him. You are not totally right in this. You’re in your kitchenette when he emerges from your bedroom, his eyes red and his hair messy. He’s half naked, bare footed, wasted and sleepy, he’s beautiful. Without a word he walks next to you and takes an Advil box from the top closet with a groan. He has a headache, pretty normal seeing how hammered he was last night.

You start to fill a glass of water for him in silence. When you’re done you hand it to him.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice croaked and you walk past him, leaning against the dinner table. He throws his head back and glups down his glass before dropping it in the sink. He then turns around and walks to you, his steps slow but not hesitant. Next thing you know his lips- cold from the water- are pressed to your forehead and his hands are cupping your face, you close your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You speak first, to his surprise.

“I’m sorry too.”

“I’m grateful for what you do.”

“I know baby, I know. I take everything I said back. I love you.”

“I love you too.” That’s it, you’ve made up. He doesn’t have to say much and you don’t even have to say a thing and you both know. You love the fact that everything is simple with him. You love being in such a fusional relationship, where you always know without hearing or asking.

He moves away and angles your head so you’re looking at him. He kisses you, he’s sweet, tender, loving. We he pulls away your smiling. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, your jawline, your neck, lower, lower, until he reaches your shoulder.

“Don’t take your mom’s money. Please.” He mumbles. Oh. He wasn’t taking that back.

“But baby I want-”

“I’ll pay for your studies,” he shoots his head up and locks his sincere eyes with yours. What?

“I’ll take care of it. You can make up with them if you want, but I just don’t want you to go back to them and depend from them. I still remember how broken you were when they kicked you out, it hunts me. I’ll find another job, I’ll find the money.”

“Jackson, no. I can’t ask you that.”

“You’re not asking anything. I made a promise, remember? I said I’ll take care of you.”

“Yes but-”

“No buts baby, I’ve made up my mind.” You’re almost giving in, so he uses his magic trick: he grabs your chin and his touch makes you hungry for more. He leans in.

“I’m going to offer you studies, and you’re going to promise me you’ll work hard.” He’s teasing, standing close enough to make you shiver. Just kiss me. We’ll talk about this later.

“Jackson…”You murmur.  Am I drunk?

“Promise me.” Look at those lips.

“I promise.”

“Great.” He pecks your lips and pulls you out of your reverie. That bastard! Shut up Y/N he’s still promised to pay your studies.- oh right!

“I can’t thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to baby. I love spoiling my princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” You pout, remembering how he used the word during your argument.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way this time.” He chuckles wrapping his arms around your body and resting his chin on your head, forcing you to snuggle to him. 

Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me, and hold me in your arms. Your heart against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet. I’m in love now. Kiss me like you wanna be loved, wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love… …” Oh yes, this is perfect. He’s singing your favorite song, Ed Sheeran’s Kiss me.

There is so much history behind this song. You first heard it sang by Jackson during your first day at your new school. Trying to find your biology class you had landed in the music classroom, where Jackson liked skipping class. You had stood in the doorway until the second chorus until he noticed you and told you to get the fuck out. You had told him he sounded like an agonizing cat and that this song was shit and walked off. Then he later sang it to you when he came to your house, the day he took your virginity, and now he sings it to you whenever he feels like it, and you fall in love with him over and over again, every single time. 

 “ Settle down with me, and I’ll be your safety, and you’ll be my lady. ”  This is only the two of us, you only have him and he only has you, he keeps you safe and you’re completely his. 

 ” I was made to keep your body warm, but I’m cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms. ” It’s true that he sounded weak and vulnerable earlier, as much as he tries to seem strong he has too much on his shoulders. He rarely lets it show, sometimes you don’t see it at all, but he’s vulnerable and he needs you. Oh, my Jackson. 

 “My heart against your chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet. And the feeling I forget, I’m in love now. Kiss me like you wanna be loved, wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love…” Oh no, it’s over. Gosh he sounds so beautiful, and knowing these words are for you makes you love him more. You want to kiss him again so you move away but he holds you tight.

 “Wait.” It’s a plea. You hear him sniffle. What?

“Baby, why are you crying?” You ask against his chest.

“I don’t know, s’just…” He sighs and sniffles.

“This song makes me feel so fucking weird inside.”


“I don’t know. Every time I hear it I realize how much I love you, how much I need you, and how much I mean these lyrics. And then I feel miserable.” Miserable. This amazing human being feels miserable?

“You’re not miserable Jackson, why would you think you are?”

“I wish… I wish I could give you more. You deserve so much better than this shitty life. I wish you could worry about other things than paying the gas, I wish I could give you everything you want and buy you the whole world. I can’t spoil you as much as I want to because I’m a poor loser, yet by some twisted miracle you’re here. You’re the most precious thing I have Y/N, your my whole fucking life.” He murmurs.

“And I can’t even buy you flowers.” Your heart breaks. Don’t think like that Jackson, don’t. I love you. 

 ” I can’t buy my girlfriend the fucking bouquet of roses she deserves. I feel so bad, I’m so angry with myself, I’m so mad. I wish I could give you so much more, I really wish. But I can’t and…” His voice cracks again.

“It fucking breaks my heart.” You move, forcing him to lift his chin from your head and look down at you. Looking up you see his teary eyes, his wet cheeks and his lips forming a thin line as he sniffles.

“Jackson when are going to realize you do make me happy? You’re all I need to be happy. I love you with all of my heart and as much as it make me feel loved, I hate that you worry so much, it hurts. You do make me happy, stop thinking the contrary.” He’s calming down, he’s not crying anymore. Work it out Wang, I love you.

“You’re the only thing that brings me happiness, all I need is you.” He cups your face as he drinks your words.

“I can’t imagine myself without you. I don’t know what I’d do if you ever left me.”

“I’m never leaving baby, there’s no way I’m leaving you. I love you.”


“I swear.”

“See? You just made me happier.” He chuckles and connects your foreheads.

“Baby you’re all I need, you’re all I want.” You kiss his lips.

“Your my best friend,” You kiss the corner of his mouth.

“my love, my life,” You pepper kisses on his cheeks and he closes his eyes.

“my world, my universe,” You kiss every part of his face.

“my start and my end. I love you.” You go back to his lips for a chaste kiss that he is the one who deepens. He kisses you more hungrily, in a needy way. He tugs at your lips with his, his hands traveling down to your behind.

 Next thing you know you’re both naked in your bedroom with him making love to you desperately romantically and sensually. 

 “Oh, baby.” And he comes, flexing his hips repeatedly, thrusting at a sensual rhythm as he releases himself into you, groaning loudly. His moves slow down until he stills, nuzzling your neck as you both come down from your highs. The room is silent, you stare at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling as you feel yourself coming back to peace. You run your hand up and down Jackson’s back, then up his neck until your fingers are tangled in his hair. You stroke the back of his neck lovingly. His words break the peaceful silence.

 “Marry me.” 

 “What?” What what? You definetly heard that. I’m just making sure… jeez.

“Marry me Y/N, please marry me.” He emerges from the crook of your neck and locks his desperate eyes with yours. He’s so desperate for you, you’d never thought  you would ever have that kind of effect on anybody.

“Yes. Yes, I want to be your wife.” You nod, suddenly feeling as desperate as him.

“Really?” He looks like an orphan whom we announced we had found a family for him . He doesn’t believe. His distress doesn’t fade away, he may cry if he found out it was a joke.

“Yes, yes. I want to marry you baby.” You breath, tightening your grip around his neck. He smiles.

“I love you so fucking much future Mrs.Wang.” He kisses you. Mrs.Wang? Oh my. The Idea makes you giggle.

“I love you too, my beautiful fiancé.”