Um this isn’t a fandom blog or any kind of blog really but I had this conversation with fellow fannibal @franicie about murder husbands on social media and I. I had to. And then she suggested I put it on here, so. Just a little sketch thing, used references but drew it quickly so excuse my lazy handwriting/general sloppiness!!
All the poses I use look stiff, bland and common, how do I make proper poses?
Imagine the human body as blocks, your torso is really just a flexible rectangular prism, but to keep it simple let’s just look at it as a rectangle. Boring poses probably have the “rectangle” looking flat and 2 dimensional, we don’t want that. We want it to look 3D. Stretch them, make the top and bottom lines slanted!
When you want to draw, I think that it’s really really important to know how to draw shapes and 3d prisms because that is what a body is. They are meant to be 3D.
Notice how the shoulders are SLANTED (top and bottom line of ‘rectangle’). They are not straight lines, unlike the boring pose in the first image.
When you build your pose and body, I recommend starting with drawing a slanted line at the top and bottom, then you can make up a pose that works well. Hope this short explanation is enough to help!
Mods answer your questions!! (σ'∀’)σ*。・゜+.*. I’m Toffee aka @klanceforthesoul and my partner in klance is @anetteloli and here are answers for some of the questions that are for us and not Keith and Lance!.
I don’t read fanfic anymore, for a huge-ass reason I don’t wanna bore you with here but I can recommend some fluff I’ve written?? ( °-°)シ ミ★ ミ☆
Keith moves to Planet Altea to study in his new academy, (which it is Voltron) on the same day that he moved in he decides to explore his new living area when he finds a Blue Cat guy driving wildly a motorcycle. He finds himself in a situation where he’s somehow attracted to him and doesn’t know why until he finally meets him.
(Keep in mind! That this story has strong topics in it.) - HAVE FUN~(๑•̀-•́)و✧ Have fun crying ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
as mentioned above I don’t read fanfic BUT I certainly do write it!!!
3.17.16+12:20pm // 17/100 days of productivity // i was asked by @yunii-ho to make a reference page out of one of the “two-toned fonts” i made here. i went ahead and named it the “taylor” font for my ref purposes (and bc i think it kinda fits!)
Another thing is that there are so many cool stories in this AU which have been written out and/or discussed and yet we don't have any sort of comics of said events. I plan to change that sooner or later. Also, would you kindly form a comprehensive timeline of the main events of the AU so that other stories can be slotted in around it?
Ah, im so happy that you enjoy my AU and the like!
I do plan on either writing or drawing it out (because I really really want to)-
I mean, If anyone is curious about the timeline/events that lead up after the game/the beginning of this AU (for the sake of doing some stories/headcanons of their own, or just cause they are curious) then I will be more than happy to list the timeline… I’ll put it under a read more so it won’t be too long.
A/N: I never write like this I really enjoyed it, so tell me what you think bbys.
Warnings: reference to sex, and bad naughty language I shouldn’t use but do anyway.
When I woke up, around 9 in the morning, I felt the hot sun dance on my skin, even though you could barely see it through the white curtains, that meant, somehow the sun had escaped in one of the gaps and captured me this morning. My eyes flickered open, to see the other side of the bed I was sleeping on was empty, but I wasn’t in my own bed. Though it was okay, because I knew whose bed I was in, in fact I was in this bed more often than I was in my own bed, because this bed, indeed belonged to the man, the actor, the human who I call my lover. Not boyfriend because boyfriend is the kind of word you use when you’re five-years old and you have atleast ten ‘boyfriends’ or it’s the word you tell you everyone that he is your ‘boyfriend’ because they don’t think of him as your 'lover’ since people these days don’t believe in love. I do. Well I should do, because I am in love with the man downstairs.
My bones stretched until I became a clumsy swan who was trying to fly away from my problems, then slouched into my normal messy positioning, because I didn’t take yoga. Damn who takes yoga, and genuinely believes it’s relaxing. I don’t, that shit hurts. I was feeling the need to stand up until most of the white sheets draped off my shoulders and revealed my bare chest, I was naked - yet again. I was turning into a young boy adult who lived alone and always seemed to be walking round the house naked, without thinking I searched the draws for some underwear and threw on Nick’s shirt from last night, a baggy black shirt which would fit him fine, but me - no. My petite figure made the shirt seem so much oversized, you couldn’t even see my waist anymore, and thankfully reached to the top of my thigh so that it covered me. Now I was presentable, par from the fact I hadn’t wiped off my makeup from last night and became a panda but you know pandas are cute I can live with that, and my hair was everywhere and believe me when I say this: my hair was everywhere. Therefore, I grabbed the bobble I own, and tied my hair up so it made up a cute ponytail. That was very hard to convince myself, that at nine in the morning after long night of sex and loving and makeup smudged on my face: I was cute.
After going to the bathroom and persuading myself to brush my teeth, I followed the smell of food cooking, finding myself in the kitchen, where (in case you never knew) most the food is cooked. WELL NO SHIT SHERLOCK. And there he stood tall and not very proud, but beautiful instead.
His hair was mess, just like mine, and desperately needed a cut which his mother told him every time she saw him, but it suited him nonetheless. His eyes where relaxed and lazy like in that second, he going to fall asleep, his arms crossed across his bare chest. The tracksuit bottoms clang to his waist, loosely, the way he’d wrap his arm across my shoulder. Nick was barely watching the bacon sizzling in the frying pan, instead watching me as I entered the room, his face softening to a delicate smile. My favourite feature on him in that moment, was his collar bones, structured and precise, and you could see the dark marks I had left that night that looked just like the ones I had on my chest, and his back scratched just as if tiger had cawed at its prey, except I wasn’t that vicious. Or was I?
“Good morning sexy,” he smirked, you could tell those were the first words he had spoken this morning, his voice hollow and husky yet gentle, drawing me towards him. Out of all the nouns he could have named me then he chose sexy, even though I was far from it in that moment. I didn’t tell him that, instead I smiled and proceeded, because that was his opinion, no one should be told their opinion is wrong.
“Good morning beautiful,” I smiled back, my voice just as hollow. Now I was stating a fact, because Nick is the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, despite chocolate. Wait no Nick is way prettier. “Come on now, let me take charge of this bacon you are so called 'cooking’,” I snapped out of thinking Nick is beautiful to realise that our precious bacon was burning.
“No, my house my rules,” he retorted, causing me to frown back. Little shit, never doing as he is told, but fuck he looked so good right now.
“Oh fuck it,” he grumbled throwing the bacon pan somewhere elsewhere and to grab my face smashing his coffee-tasting lips onto mine.
Then we made love on the kitchen table, it was dreadful sex, since we were so groggy none of us put the effort into it. That didn’t matter, it never mattered, I was under an utter love spell that Mr Robinson had put me in under and I loved him, I would give my last breath up to tell him I love him. You may think that is sad and desperate but that’s the thing that love does to you, you would do anything and everything for the other person. And I loved Nick Robinson.
YOUR NAME IS CHLOE.........i legit always thought ur name was sandy............ i feel.......... DECIEVED!!!!!! jk jk ily and in all honesty i love the name chloe (esp with the accent omg) and i think it really suits you!!! hope you're having a fab time in florida bby <3
@our-dazed-sims join the club!! (He was so shocked when he found out) Lmao!! Don’t worry!! Most people think my name’s Sandy 😊😊 and everyone on here calls me Sandy!! I prefer it, Chloè would be weird after all this time!! It’s kinda why I refer to myself in third person a lot?? Like, I say “Sandy’s going out tonight” instead of “I’m going out tonight’ because it’s not my real name 😊 I’ve never really thought Chloè suited me anyhow, Sandy is more unique 👏❤️
Im having a great time thank you my love!! I’ve done a whole bunch of cool stuff heh!! ❤️❤️ Ily too baba!!! Heh
“Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol– […].” Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt