How would you describe characters face or what they look like?
Well it kind of depends on how descriptive you or the character whose point of view your in, likes to get. I have some characters that could tell you every last detail about someone they just met, and I have characters that could tell you what there best friend was wearing two days ago if they tried, and I have characters who couldn’t tell you what they looked like unless they had already been staring into a mirror for an hour.
But here are some descriptive points about the face you could make:
-Oval (Tapers towards the chin, wider forehead)
-Round(Length and width usually similar, usually larger in the cheek area)
-Long( Elongated features, this face type is usally combined with others. Example: Combined with a square face type to make more of a rectangle look)
-Square(Forehead, cheekbones, jawline at similar widths. Square, prominent jawline.)
-Heart (Face strongly tapers to the chin, forehead or chin tend to be prominent)
-Diamond(Very angled, wider at the temples. )
Face Types/Bone Structure:
Some other things you can use to describe someone:
-Skin Type (Oily, dry, ashy, clear, etc)
-Distinguishing features (Moles, freckles, scars, tattoos, piercings, etc)
it’s not implants. it’s fillers. he does this every once in a while. i thought “oh god what has he done to himself this time” this time too but it’s healed now and he looks great. he was a bit swollen at first. (btw if anyone isn’t familiar with fillers it’s just injections that make it easier to shape your face. it only lasts for a few months to half a year)
[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Media from American Gods. Portrait is from the chest up. Media is dressed as Marilyn Monroe from The Seven Year Itch. She’s wearing an ivory satin cocktail dress with bare shoulders. Her curly hair is platinum blonde. She has red lipstick and enamel earrings in the shape of a yellow smiley face with hearts for eyes. The background is soft champagne-apricot.]
I was thinking about my old OC’s and a lot of friends are doing revamps of their old OCs so I wanted to do the same and it really helped me feeling better about my art. Those are OCs I created when I was about 18, I think. The brunette girls name is Chloe and I think the blond girls name is Ash. They were designed to fit in a story I had in mind back then. They used to fall for two different guys but today I noticed that they are way better off with each other :) Ash is a Rebell and Chloe is more mature than her other friends but I think they balance each other out just nicely :)
Prompt: Poor, underpaid, overworked Chihoko Pizza Delivery employee has to deal with unreasonably angry Mafia boss Victor. This has happened on many occasions. This time he's had it. He fights back.
“For the last time, I don’t know anything about your b–”
“Stop lying to me, you worthless piece of rotten fish. I can see the call log history.”
The sigh at the other end of the line sounded beyond defeat. Victor could nearly taste the sweet, savory success. Generally, Victor did not consider himself to be the jealous type. Yuuri was perfectly entitled to having friends and connections outside their relationship, but something about Chihoko rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe because it was that unlike all of Yuuri’s other friends, Yuuri never brought up Chihoko in conversation. Unlike his journalist friend Phichit or the cadet Minami, who often cropped up when Yuuri was chatting to Victor about his day.
But there was radio silence on Chihoko. And it bugged Victor.
Since the day when Yuuri oh so trustingly handed Victor his phone to show him a few cute photos of puppies during a date that had the both of them melting. And Victor had really not meant to invade Yuuri’s privacy. He was just curious about how exactly Yuuri had saved his name amongst the contacts, only to be flattered to see that he was listed in Yuuri’s speed dial.
Except there was one problem.
This ‘Chihoko’ was ahead of him. And it wasn’t any of Yuuri’s friends, or relatives. Normally Victor wouldn’t have thought anything about it. But next to the name 'Chihoko’ was a little '♡’ symbol. And THAT Victor wasn’t all that okay with. Not when a quick and sneaky (and admittedly very very very guilty) check of Yuuri’s call log showed that he called this 'Chihoko ♡’ every week. Usually quite late in the evening. On days he told Victor he couldn’t meet for a date because he was “working late.”
So maybe, perhaps, it was possible, that Victor got a bit uncharacteristically jealous.
“Look, sir, if you’re not going to order–”
“I’m ordering you to keep your paws off my Yuuri!” Victor snapped, wondering if it would be too dramatic to track 'Chihoko ♡’ down and remind them that swimming with fishes was still as effective a technique as ever, despite it being a bit old fashioned. Probably too dramatic. Besides, Otabek had mentioned being out of town for the weekend…
“If you keep this up, I’m going to call the police–”
“You call him and it’s the last thing you’ll ever do, Chihoko. I will personally ensure it.” Victor growled out his warning, heard a choked-gasp from the other end of the line, and then pressed the 'end call’ button hard enough he could nearly feel the screen crack. He felt oddly satisfied with himself for the rest of the day.
That was until Yuuri called him later, apologizing and saying that he had to work late again and that he would probably not be able to make their scheduled date. The regret in Yuuri’s voice was genuine, but Victor still bristled just a little, until Yuuri continued and asked if Victor still wanted to come over to Yuuri’s place even if it would be later than originally planned, for an eat-in dinner.
Victor’s foot snagged on the carpet as he hastened to reply with a delighted, “Yes, yes, of course!”
“Cool. I don’t think I have anything at home I can cook quickly, would you mind if we ordered a pizza or something? It’s not great but… I thought it’d be nice just to relax on the couch with you and be a bit lazy after how crazy this week has been…”
There might have been another pang of guilt at the center of Victor’s chest, with the knowledge that the reason for Yuuri’s increased amounts of overtime had a direct relationship to the escalation of tension between Victor’s and JJ’s gangs. So of course his answer was, “Anything you want, darling.” He could practically hear the blush spreading across Yuuri’s beautiful face, still getting used to the sweetnames Victor dropped so frequently.
“Okay, ummm, I’ll see you at my place at nine then? Can you order from Chihoko’s Pizzeria? They’re my favorite, and they don’t charge delivery for a large.”
Victor froze. Choked on a bit of air. Shattered into a couple million pieces of embarrassment and then puzzled himself back together. “Uhh, yeah, sure, of course! Not a problem.”
Turned out to be a big problem.
Victor had to fumble through several dozen excuses and explanations when their Hawaiian arrived at the door with no pineapple, no ham, a sprinkling of cheese in the shape of a sad face, and several servings of anchovies.
So here’s a few drawings of mine from a series of modern reconstructions of extinct animals reacting to outdated versions of themselves. These were rather fun to do, especially the Quetzalcoatlus (azhdarchids just have the perfect mouth shape for frowny-faces).