so sorry for the weird looking colouring

hi, i’m gonna show you how i coloured the training scene gifs from this gifset bcs i know it’s a god damn struggle to get that stupid magenta red blue out of Magnus face and i know this may not be the perfect colouring for it yet but!!! i want to share it with you guys!! 

i’ll show you how to go from this

to this!

the tutorial is under the cut :) 

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Sorry I know this is TRACED. So if enough people feel iffy about it (PM me if you do), I’ll take it down.

This is what I plan to do as “screencaps”. Idk I just don’t like colouring over the manga (it just makes it look weird imo) and how traditional it looks. So I figured to just trace over everything to clean it up a little.

If Izumo in the cute little cafe maid outfit was animated… I think this is what it would look like.

The colour scheme was taken from the next chapter’s coloured cover.

Izumo Kamiki © Kato Kazue

Art © Kazue Kato

You know what today is?? Ace art day! Happy Ace Awareness Week everybody!

To contribute I decided to draw my favourite ace ot3, frazeleo ft aromantic Leo. His shirt was supposed to be the aro flag but I only managed to get three of the colours in. (also there seems to be three versions of the aromantic flag? anyone know what that’s about?) Frank’s shirt design is an actual shirt you can buy right here.

I kind of gave up near the end of this, I realized I don’t know how to draw curly hair so sorry if it looks weird /: 

Always My Girl (Kendall Jenner Imagine)

Request: No 

Pairing: Kendall Jenner x Reader (Y/N) 

Warnings: Explicit language

Word count: 988

NOTE: Unedited! Just a quick writing, hope you all like it :)

- REQUESTS ARE OPEN, SLOW UPDATES- 

Originally posted by kendalljbrasil

I sat in the car, my legs shut tightly and lips pressed together while I tried not to breakdown for the fourth time since we’ve gotten into Kendall’s car.

Stop worrying, you pussy.

“Y/N. Please. You’re biting your lips and the last thing I want is to have you eat me up with those chapped lips” I knew she was joking and I knew better not to think about how her pussy felt between my tongue and mouth at the moment.

“Kendall, we’ve been together for what? Two months? And I’m meeting your family. Not to mention that you have like fifty people in your family”

“You’re overreacting. They’ll like you. I like you! Please stop worrying” she said, glancing at me for a second and giving her full attention to the road again.

She was in a pale blue blouse that made her nipples slightly seen and she had jeans that hugged her beautiful legs delicately.

Although, the last thing on my mind was her body when I was nervous as hell.

I ignored her cheerful talk -although, it did not help me to cheer up even the slightest- and continued to look around to see if we’re close. Cause if we were, I was going to try and escape.

“Okay. There we are” Kendall looked at me through her sunglasses and smiled.

“Can we do this another time? Please? I’m not feeling well and honestly, I feel like I’m going to shit myself any minute” I sighed again, touching my chapped lips which was something I always did when I felt nervous.

She let go of the steering wheel and a small giggle left her mouth.

“Come on babe. They’re already fond of you. Kylie already follows you on Instagram and mom made your favorite pie for tonight. Please Y/N?”

“Fuck this. Let’s get to it, my tits are freezing!” I let out a shriek and closed the car door behind me.

Kendall was already in front of me, waiting for me to hold her hand and walk towards the door.

She guided me through their front porch and we stood in front of the huge white door.

“Ready?” Kendall asked and waited for my approval.

“Wait. How do I look? Do I look okay”

“You look perfect, please stop worrying. I promise everything will go great” She gave my hand a squeeze which was interlocked with hers and rung the doorbell which made me even more nervous.

If that was even possible?

I heard the laughter coming from the house and gulped.

It shouldn’t be this hard, right?

I’m not meeting Obama. They’re just Kendall’s family. And they happen to be worldwide famous. 

No biggie.

“Look who’s here! We’ve been waiting for you two since this morning!” Kendall’s mom opened the door with her signature smile -I watch them on TV, so what- and hugged her daughter lovingly.

“Hey mom. Sorry, it took us long”

“Oh shush! And you must be Y/N! Come here,” before I took in what was happening, I found myself inside Kris Jenner’s arms.

She smelled like expensive perfume and…maybe a bit of wine?

“Hey,” I tried to make a conversation and awkwardly hugged her back.

I probably looked so weird.

“Please honey, come in. They’re all waiting for you two! We’re hungry,” Kris smiled and led the way, us following behind her and me looking like a lost puppy.

The Jenner household’s hall was decorated with two chandeliers on the ceiling and black and white coloured ceramic tiles on the floor. I held myself back from gasping at every single glamorous decorative object in the hall.

After ten minutes, we were sat at the long dinner table, everyone was chatting and having a small talk around me.

“You okay,” Kendall looked me in the eyes and touched my arm that was covered in lace material which felt quite itchy on my skin for a second.

I nodded softly and smiled back.

“So, how did you two meet?” I glanced at the voice that asked the question and saw Khloe smiling at us.

I was so nervous that I could even forget my name.

“Um…we met through mutual friends. At a club,” I smiled shyly.

“Nice! How old are you again?”

“I’m eighteen” I answered Kim’s question feeling a bit more relaxed.

“Do your parents know about you and Kenny?” This time, Kylie shoot the question with her wine glass on one hand and I felt myself visibly gulping.

I was literally sweating under the huge chandeliers and my tongue felt too dry.

“Actually…my parents don’t know about me” I hesitantly answered and waited for someone to roast me.

Or even kick me out?

I couldn’t even look Kylie in the eye while answering her question.

“Kylie, it’s none of your business” Khloe cut the silence and I felt the tension between each of us on the table.

“No- no. It’s okay!” I quickly spoke and gave a small smile to both of them.

Literally a small smile. Maybe even a half?

“No, I’m sorry, it’s really none of my business. Sorry for asking,”

“More pie anyone?” Kris finally cut the tension between us and offered more pie -apple pie, heck yeah- and I couldn’t be happier.

“I’ll get some,” Kourtney chime in.

They were all very nice and as the minutes passed, I felt myself getting relieved and more relaxed in front of them.

“You okay?” Kendall turned her attention to me and put a strand of hair behind my ear.

I shyly nodded and felt my stomach dancing in excitement.

“I love you,” she whispered while she leant in and kissed below my ear which made me squirm and giggle.

“I love you too, Kenny”

“You’re always gonna be my girl, you know that right?” She asked and I made an inhuman voice inside my head wishing that she didn’t notice my facial expression.

“I wouldn’t want anyway around”


DON’T FORGET TO TELL ME HOW YOU LIKED IT!

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Minghao: I mean, I basically taught first-year Math to Mingyu by myself. If I can get that idiot to understand Calculus, I’m pretty sure I can teach a class of five hundred students eventually.

anonymous asked:

Could you write 338 with jamilton please? I ❤️ your writing btw

thank you!! here you go! <3 

Word Count: 913 (yikes sorry)

Warnings: swearing (as always)


From: Hercules (hercules.mulligan@mail.ucolumbia.com)

To: Alexander (a.hamilton@mail.ucolumbia.com)

Dude, seriously. You claim you hate him, but you obviously like him. Get over yourself and ask him out.

From:  Alexander (a.hamilton@mail.ucolumbia.com)

To: Hercules (hercules.mulligan@mail.ucolumbia.com)

I DO HATE HIM

 From: Hercules (hercules.mulligan@mail.ucolumbia.com)

To: Alexander (a.hamilton@mail.ucolumbia.com)

Okay, sure.

From:  Alexander (a.hamilton@mail.ucolumbia.com)

To: Hercules (hercules.mulligan@mail.ucolumbia.com)

….Okay, let’s just say hypothetically I liked him. How would I ask him out? If I liked him, I mean. Which I don’t.

Shut the fuck up, I know you’re laughing. Also, you shut up too, Laf. 

From: Hercules (hercules.mulligan@mail.ucolumbia.com)

To: Alexander (a.hamilton@mail.ucolumbia.com)

Just ASK HIM. He’ll say yes, he likes you too.

also ps hello this is lafayette you are a catch alexander he will say yes i know this

Alex couldn’t help chuckling to himself as he read the last e-mail. He was all alone in his dorm room, but his cheeks were flushed bright red. It was true, he always complained about Jefferson, but he’d actually just had a huge crush on him since day one of their political philosophy class together. They were in the same tutorial, and, while they fought incessantly about the course material, Alex couldn’t help but be drawn to the guy. He was passionate about politics, and he was also devastatingly attractive.

Alexander’s e-mail account pinged again, and he saw that their political philosophy tutorial had updated the materials to bring to class the next day. He ignored it, his mind on Jefferson, and decided to reply to Hercules.

From:  Alexander (a.hamilton@mail.ucolumbia.com)

To: PHL142 – Tutorial D3 (charles.lee@mail.ucolumbia.com, john.laurens@mail.ucolumbia.com,   thomas.jefferson@mail.ucolumbia.com, [21 others]…)

Oh, ASK him? So, like, “JEFFERSON I LOVE YOU GO OUT WITH ME?” or like, “You free later?” … ooh, how about “Netflix and chill, Tommy?”

Also P.S. Laf, learn how to capitalize and USE PUNCTUATION for God’s sake…

Oh, and P.P.S. Herc, fix your fucking phone so we don’t have to e-mail anymore. I feel like a grandpa. 

Alex hit send on the e-mail without proofreading. Moments later, he got a call from one of his best friends, John.

“What’s up?” Alex answered casually.

“Um. Why did everyone in our political philosophy tutorial get an e-mail of you professing your love for Thomas?” John asked immediately.

Alex’s insides went cold. “I sent that to Herc.”

“No, you didn’t,” John said. “Clearly you felt so much like a grandpa you forgot how to work e-mail.”

“B-but, I hit reply on Herc’s e-mail, didn’t I?” He checked. He had clicked reply to most recent.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIT!” Alex cried, his face turning bright red.

“It could be worse,” John said awkwardly.

Alex groaned and hung up the phone. Trying not to think about it, he crawled into bed and hid under the covers.

The next day he debated whether or not to show up to the tutorial. There was nothing he would like to do less, but he figured he should at least try and face the problem head-on. He could let everyone know that it was just a mistake, and manage to convince them that the thing about Thomas was a joke.

Even with this plan in mind, he dragged his feet as he walked to tutorial, feeling nervous and embarrassed. As soon as he walked in, all eyes were on him. John gave him a pitying glance.

“Hey,” Alex said awkwardly. “So, I guess I should learn how to work e-mail.”

A few people laughed, relaxing at his acknowledgement of the elephant in the room.

“How stupid do you have to be to send an e-mail to twenty-five of the wrong people?” Charles Lee laughed. “Including the guy you’re talking about!”

Alex flipped Charles off and took a seat next to John. Their tutorial leader entered and started taking attendance. As always, Thomas walked in late, but he didn’t have his usual confident air about him. Alexander sunk lower into his seat, trying not to make eye contact.

The tutorial dragged on forever, Alexander and Thomas, for once, not making any comments. Since they normally drove the discussion, their poor TA was struggling to make the rest of the students speak up. Eventually, the class ended, and Thomas walked up to Alex.

“Can we talk?” He asked.

Alexander’s face coloured and he nodded. As everyone filed out, the two of them were left alone.

“Alex -” Thomas began, but he was cut off by a torrent of apologies.

“Look, Jefferson, that e-mail was a joke. I didn’t mean it, it was something that Herc was teasing me about. I’m sorry if that made you feel weird, it was totally a mistake, and I should have fucking checked who I was sending it to, and I’m really sorry if I embarrassed you, and I know you’re totally gonna hate me, so please, just yell at me or whatever-”

Will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you!” Thomas interjected, and Alex clammed up, blushing even more.

“What do you mean?” Alex asked.

“I wouldn’t say I love you, but I will go out with you, I am free later, I will not Netflix and chill, and don’t call me Tommy,” Jefferson said, smiling shyly, an expression Alexander had not yet seen on his face.

Alexander’s face was beet red. “O-okay,” he stammered. Thomas placed a kiss on his cheek and turned, waving as he left.

“I’ll text you!” Alex called after him lamely.

After a second of silence, Alexander heard Thomas’ reply; “Why not e-mail?”

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Happy Easter!

I hope you are together with your beloved and are not alone! Yeah, I am alive as you can see.

That was fun drawing those chibis. Imagine them being a Easter Bunny Café lol

I might clean them and colour properly. These are just doodles, that’s why sorry for the mess of lines.

polarstar17  asked:

Hi! I just read your alpha/omega jikook and... ugh it was so cute it melted my heart <3 Maybe... is there a way you can continue it? I'd LOVE to read a second part!! Have a nice day ❤️

(Hey there! This was a cute one and I’m glad to do another part! I’m not sure I like how this one turned out. Please give me some feedback on this one folks?)

He’s proud of himself, he texted Jimin first. It was nothing special, he was just asking if Jimin was feeling okay. Jimin texted back right away, a selfie of him in bed. He looked a little pale, with flushed cheeks, and he was pouting. He said he was feeling better, but still stuck at home. Jungkook offered to bring a care package but Jimin declined. They’ve been texting back and forth ever since. It was nice being able to chat with someone for once about something other than class related things. Jimin was nice and funny and he sent a lot of selfies. Like…Jungkook has twenty five selfies saved on his phone (leave him alone Jimin is very photogenic).

Eventually Jungkook works up the nerve to ask Jimin out for coffee, and not only does Jimin agree, he offers the evening as a good time to go. Jungkook agrees immediately because it will give him less time to stress internally about it.  It’s really about his own mental well being at the end.

Jungkook goes to the coffee shop early, wanting to get a good seat by the window for both of them. He sets up his laptop and works on a paper due for the end of the week.

He has been at the coffee shop for over an hour, and Jimin is ten minutes late. Jungkook bites his lip, looking down at his finished coffee. Should he get another one, would that be weird?

Jimin practically collapses in the seat across from him. “I’m SO sorry I’m late!”

Jungkook shakes his head quickly. “No no, it’s okay.” He smiles.

Jimin’s selfies don’t do the actual man justice. Jimin is stunning, wearing a white long sleeve sweater, skinny jeans, and yellow converse sneakers for a splash of colour. It makes Jungkook feel like he should have thought through his outfit a bit more. Maybe a white t-shirt and jeans wasn’t the best first date kind of look.

“What are you working on?” Jimin asks, leaning in close so he can try and get a peek.

“Just an essay.” Jungkook says, closing the laptop and putting it away. Even when he’s not on his heat, Jimin smells really good. He wishes he could figure out what flower it was he smells like.

Jimin leans back to his side of the table, smiling sweetly. Gosh, he’s so pretty. Jungkook is really going to die.

“Um. Can I…get you something?” Jungkook asks, waving his empty coffee cup. “Gotta get a refill anyways.”

“Absolutely! I would like a caramel latte please.” Jimin says, and there’s that smile again. Oh god, Jungkook is going to die from a cuteness induced heart attack. Someone help him.

“Great!” Jungkook shouts, then winces. “I’m just gonna…” He points to the order counter. “Just gonna go get it now.”

Jimin watches him go shaking his head a little. Jungkook is seriously such a sweetie. Taehyung has been teasing him all week about his new crush on who they’ve dubbed “Awkward Alpha” (What Jungkook doesn’t know won’t hurt him). Jimin has always been the kind of guy who insisted he’d never date an alpha. Every single alpha he’s ever met has been a giant douchebag. They get to close, try to smell him or touch him, they have such a sense of entitlement. He never expected that someone like Jungkook would be an alpha.

Jungkook is cute, nice body, and really respectful of Jimin when Jimin had his heat. He’s shy and sweet and awkward and Jimin is probably giving him heart eyes as he watches Jungkook smile politely to the cashier as he orders their beverages. He’s dressed casually, Jeans and a t-shirt, and a red beanie, it’s good coffee date wear if Jimin is to be honest. The t-shirt presses against Jungkook’s chest nicely and Jimin wonders if he works out at all. He must right? Look at those forearms…

Jungkook looks over and catches Jimin’s gaze and offers a shy little smile that makes Jimin’s heart stutter a little. Jimin smiles back, biting his lower lip. Yeah he’s kinda fucked.

Jungkook comes back with their beverages. He gingerly puts Jimin’s in front of him, like he’s careful he’ll spill it if he moves too quickly.

“Thank you!” Jimin says and takes a tentative sip. “Mmm…it’s good!”

“Yeah, I love this place.” Jungkook fingers the coffee sleeve of his drink, looking at it like it holds the secret to the meaning of life.

“Good choice. Thanks for inviting me out.” Jimin shifts in his place a little bit. “So I really wanted to thank you for what you did for me last week.”

Jungkook waves his hand dismissively. “Aw don’t. It was the least I could do.”

“Hold on. Listen.” Jimin puts his hand on Jungkook’s forearm. “A lot of people would not have handled that situation as well as you did.”

Jungkook’s eyes are wide, cheeks a little pink. “I um… I don’t know. Just seemed like that right thing to do.”

Jimin smiles again. “You’re one of a kind, you know that?”

Jungkook laughs shyly. “I don’t know about that.” His face is really red now. He’s so cute.

“I just want you to know how important it was to me that you got me home safely, and didn’t treat me like a slab of meat for you to eat.”

Jungkook bites his lip now, and Jimin follows the action with his eyes. Jungkook has this cute pouty lower lip that Jimin wouldn’t mind biting on during a makeout session…or….during other things if he was going to be completely honest with himself. “You’re more than an Omega.” He shrugs. “I just don’t agree with treating people in dehumanizing ways.”

Jimin takes a long sip of his caramel latte. “Not a lot of Alpha’s think like you do.”

“Well, I’m more than an Alpha.” Jungkook says.

“You definitely are.” Jimin says cryptically.

It takes a while for Jimin to get Jungkook talking comfortably while keeping eye contact with him. Eventually the tension in the man’s shoulders goes away and he talks animatedly with him. Jungkook is an electrical engineering major and really loves comic books and video games. He has a lot of opinions on politics and ABO identity. His voice is deeper than Jimin’s with a bit of a rasp to it that is really nice to listen to. On top of that, Jungkook smells like muffins.

In turn Jimin tells him he’s studying pharmaceutical science, he’s hoping he can help develop better medication for Omegas to handle during their heat, as well as things like scent maskers. He really wants ways to better the lives of Omegas because Alphas dominate a majority of the sciences and he wants to change it.

Jungkook is nodding along, enraptured. “You’re one of a kind too, you know.”

Jimin looks down at his hands. “I don’t know about that.”

“What, you can say that about me. But I can’t say that about you?” Jungkook is a bit cheeky when he’s comfortable. Jimin likes it.

Jimin shrugs. “Yeah. I’m the compliment giver around these parts.”

Jungkook smirks. “That so?” He tilts his head to the side. “I don’t know. I think I could give you a run for your money.”

“Is that a challenge, Jeon Jungkook?”

“Maybe” Jungkook grins around his drink as he takes a sip.

“You’re on. Hope you’re not a sore loser, Jeon.”

“You have a nice smile.” Jungkook retorts, still smirking.

Jimin doesn’t miss a beat. “You have nice shoulders.”

“You have a good worldview.”

“You have gorgeous eyes.”

Jungkook leans in, his voice drops a bit. “Yeah? You have pretty lips.”

Jimin’s breath hitches. “Wow.”

Jungkook’s gaze falters then and he bites his lips. “Shit, is that too far? I’m so-mmph” Jungkook can’t finish his sentence because Jimin slides his hand around the back of his neck and kisses him.

The kiss is short and sweet, and Jungkook wouldn’t mind if he died kissing Jimin. It’d be a good way to go. Now that he thinks of it, there are a lot of ways that Jimin could kill him. Jimin pulls back a bit, he’s blushing, his eyes are shining, a blush on his cheeks and ears, and his lips are a little wet. Stunning.

“O-okay.” Jungkook says with ultimate coolness. “So you’re not mad.”

Jimin laughs. “No silly!” He sits back in his chair, shaking his head and drinking the last of his coffee. “I like you, Jeon.”

“I like you too, Park.”

“Oh, we’re on a last name basis now, are we?” Jimin is grinning, he looks so pretty. How does this guy like someone like Jungkook?

“Looks like it.” Jungkook’s voice is still a little breathless from the kiss. “You started it.” He leans in. “But uh…for the record. I um…I like you too.”

“Let the record show that one Jeon Jungkook likes one Park Jimin.”

They spend the rest of the evening bantering and laughing with each other. Jungkook feels good, something about Jimin makes it easy for Jungkook to talk and be himself around him. And he even gets to hold Jimin’s hand while they talk. As far as first dates go, this one has been pretty good. Jungkook thinks he nailed it.

He gives Jimin a ride home on his scooter, that Jimin has affectionately named “Optimus Prime.” Even though the sticker on the front is CLEARLY Iron Man. But whatever, Jungkook can overlook this one character flaw. He can teach Jimin everything about different comic pop culture icons after all. Besides, Jimin hugs him close as he drives, and it’s definitely a feeling he could get used to.

He remembers where Jimin lives and parks in front of the walkway to Jimin’s apartment. “Here you are.”

Jimin climbs off and hands Jungkook his helmet. “Thanks for the ride, Optimus.” He says, patting Jungkook’s little scooter.

Jungkook pulls his helmet off and fixes his beanie. “I had a good time today.”

Jimin steps forward and wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck. “Me too.”

Jungkook rests his hands on Jimin’s waist, even then he’s nervous about it. Is this okay? Is this too much touching for Jimin? What if he’s really uncomfortable and just an amazing actor and actually hates Jungkook or something.

“Hey.” Jimin says, breaking through Jungkook’s thoughts. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” Jungkook whispers.

“Your brows do this thing.” Jimin says and mimics, dramatically furrowing his eye brows. It looks less like brooding and more like cute pouting, but Jungkook gets his point. “Are you over thinking?”

“No!” Jungkook exclaims, blushing. “Maybe…”

Jimin steps in closer. “Hey. I like you. I’m not lying about it. I’m not pretending. I’m not that kind of guy okay? I’m not the kind of guy who isn’t upfront. If I like you or hate you, trust me. You would know.”

Jungkook hugs Jimin so that they’re pressed together. “Alright. I trust you.”

“Thank you.” Jimin says softly.

Jungkook is prepared for it this time. Jimin tilts his head to the side and leans in, and Jungkook moves forward to meet him. This kiss isn’t nearly as chaste as the one in the coffee shop. This time Jimin kisses him like he means it. Anxiousness builds in his chest at the realization that Jimin is much more experienced at this than Jungkook is.

Jimin pulls away. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook says, breathless. “I mean no. I mean I’ve never kissed anyone before? So I’m bad at this and you seem to know what you’re doing and I’m probably this huge disappointment. Or whatever.” Jungkook’s shoulders sag.

Jimin nuzzles him. “Hey, stop that. I can teach you that stuff.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook looks up into Jimin’s eyes, but the man is so close the view is a bit blurry, but it’s the thought that counts right?

Jimin pecks him on the lips. “Of course. But I have to warn you. I’m a stern teacher.”

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook asks, catching on. “I’m probably going to have to practice a lot then. You know…to meet your standards.”

“Yep.” Jimin says with a long sigh. “Gonna be just a lot of kissing. To get it right and all.”

They both laugh, and Jimin pulls him in for another kiss. “Hey Jungkookie.”

The nickname is new, and Jungkook likes how it sounds coming from Jimin. “Yes. Jiminie.”

“I’m glad I went to that corner of the library that day.”

Jungkook smiles so wide his teeth pop out a bit and his eyes crinkle. “Me too.”


Send me a pairing and an au and I’ll write a short fic.

GLORFINDEL of the Golden Flower and ECTHELION of the Fountain.

Work in progress line-art of an Art Nouveau, Silmarillion inspired illustration. Can’t wait to colour these guys! Ermm…but WHY do the lines look so blurry on my dashboard?! Weird. Never mind. Looks better on my page. Sorry!

BTW, Quenya inscriptions on Glorfindel’s sword and Ecthelion’s belt translate as follows: 

Ú-‘oston an gi adh nin~ ‘I will not fear for you are with me’.

Nanyë Turambar, nanyë i hesto fëanyo~ ’I am the master of my fate,the captain of my soul’.

lucifer-octavius-bob  asked:

So , I just saw your bias selfie thing and omgggg you're so pretty!! = ∆ = You have such nice eyes, and your hair is fab ❤(ӦvӦ。) Like it looks so soft and I love the colour! 👌💯🔥 I'm so jelly! And if this is weird, sorry!! ; v ; )/

aaaaaaaa thank you, you’re too kind omg  ♡ ♡ ♡ its not weird, it’s v nice of you and it makes me all blushy

anonymous asked:

Your art is so clean and beautiful... Do you have any tutorials for that ? Have a nice day.

aaah thank you anon!! i think the clean look is mostly bc of lineart, so here’s my process+explanation

  • the program i use is paint tool sai; my stabiliser is set to 15
  • i make lineart straight on the sketch layer by erasing and redrawing in areas; i have thicker lines and erase them to the right shape and thinness
  • so usually one line is the result of multiple strokes+erasing
  • ALSO i draw on a4 300dpi size canvas, so when you’re done and resize it to 540px width it’ll look really nice and sharp (esp if you resize it in sai. resizing in photoshop makes it look kind of weird)
  • with colours just make sure u don’t colour outside the lines!! use manual colouring alongside the magic wand
  • i hope that makes sense?? basically i erase a lot and RESIZE
[vampire jun, pt. 3]

please read these before continuing! 

↬ pt.1pt.2, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7


The air was wet and thick, clear dew droplets running along the thin stems of grass poking from each front yard. Wispy strands of cloud were being streaked across the black of the night, like the edges of a paintbrush carefully pressed to the surface of a canvas by a steady hand. It was fairly silent, the only noise being the slight clash of wind chimes blown together by the ominous breeze, followed by the high pitched yelp of a dog who missed it’s supper in front of the television.

The night was going like any other, apart from one thing; the hunched shadow splashed against the side of a house by the crisp rays of moonlight. His breath was coming out in ragged gasps, shaky hands circling over one another in jittery, anxious motions. Through the silence, his head was ringing with every little noise, every handle being yanked to see if it was locked, every toothbrush tapping against the ceramic of the sink, every click of a sudden remote to finally cease the images screening on TV. It was undeniable that the figure had pushed himself into keeping his fangs sealed away from the warm flesh of a human for too long, the feel of his blade piercing through skin and scraping bone just a memory as he held his head in his hands. His fingers laced through the silky dark strands of hair, tightening his grip against his scalp to keep himself from wanting to whine and groan. It wasn’t until he heard the sound of a door slamming from the house across the lawn that his eyes shot open, the usual coffee brown irises with flecks of gold now shining a milky white, showing no signs of any emotion but a deep hunger.

Slowly, the boy forced himself to his feet, the glow of the moonlight on his pale, shimmering skin bringing his limbs to ache with an envious amount of strength. His annoyance at all the tiny noises filling his ears finally snapped when he heard a loud shout echo from across the lawn, his fingernails digging crescent moons into the surface of his palms while he glared in irritation. Letting his head casually roll in a circle around his neck, he let the pulse of his fangs finally reach open air by drawing in a deep breath, his target already selected.

It didn’t take the once a sulking shadow to a hungry crazed boy too long to infiltrate through the houses top window, the warmth of the heaters dusting over his ice like skin. Immediately the scent of the family’s dinner wafted through the open doorways, the most distinct being the marinated chicken and spice from an apple pie. The boy found himself grimacing at the memory of properly a cooked meal, the only thing able to satisfy his taste now being the tangy touch of blood against his tongue. At the end of the hallway dressed in a hideous patterned wallpaper and scratchy red velvet rug was a door ever so slightly pushed open, the yellowish splash of light washing over floor and wall. A smirk danced across his lips when he heard the sound of an electric toothbrush humming through the air, the atmosphere suddenly turning thicker with hunger and anticipation. In just a few careful, lightly paced steps the young boy has his fingertips brushing along the grain of the wood, his tongue darting out to wet his crooked lips as he imaged the way his teeth would forcefully sink into the juncture of the man’s neck.

Then he’d finally finished brushing his teeth, silence finally prominent in the boys ears. There wasn’t a trace of movement from either side of the doorway, but it wasn’t impossible to detect the slowly increasing heart beat of the man coming to realize something was not quite right. As much as the boy had loved pulling out time to create an uneasy atmosphere, he knew he needed to act now or else his electric and impatient impulses would take over.

One more click of silence.

The door was slammed backwards as the man finally showed himself, his light blue pajamas and fuzzy slippers showcasing how close he was to going to bed. But the hungry and devious boy had different plans as his fist flew forwards in a punch, knuckles coming into contact with the cartilage on the man’s nose. Before he could even make a noise, an arm was wrapped securely around his throat, cutting off his oxygen supply while his frantic limbs grasped at clumps of air, the moment of his death slowly making an appearance as his irises began flickering behind his eyelids. Then the final blow was delivered as the boys back met with the wall, sharp pointed fangs breaking through the skin and piercing the precious source of blood. Nothing but satisfaction and contentment soared through every vein and pulsed through every muscle of the boy’s body, the thick crimson liquid washing against his tongue and tricking down his lips. Finally, he let the body tumble towards the shower, the curtain being snagged around the corpse as the lifeless thunk bounced off every wall. Using the sleeve of his jacket, he wiped at the trails of blood leaking from the corners of his mouth, chest heaving and milky hazed eyes fading back to their usual colour.

Death is inevitable, the boy knew that. At least it’s inevitable for some people. He took one last glance over the room, the electric toothbrush back in its holder, the different lotions spread over the granite counter top, the dull glow of the light sealed to the ceiling. Then another glance at the body tangled in the shower curtain, legs partially bent over the edge of the tub with the arms sprawled out over a Hawaiian print. Tugging on his lower lip, the boy felt his heart jump when the sound of footsteps echoed through the walls, the distinct voice of a mother and daughter.

“What was that noise, mommy?” The tiny girl had her chubby fingers wrapped around a pink bunny rabbit, her long feather like eyelashes batting up in confusion towards her mother.

Setting her hand to centre of her daughters shoulder blades, she ushered her along carefully, an eerie and sick feeling pooling into her stomach as she recalled the loud thump that reached her ears only a few moments ago. Swallowing thickly, she coaxed her hand along the back of her daughters head, fingers brushing against the silk strands of chestnut.

“We’re going to see, I bet daddy just slipped, that’s all.”

The boy’s eyes raced towards the window beside him, his quick and nimble fingers undoing the locks while the echo of footsteps pressed against the floor, voices drifting through his ears. Pushing the frame upwards, he skillfully slipped through the opening and into the wet night air, the moon still basking it’s glow across every house while the stars twinkled shyly. His sneakers hit the cement of the backyard, his frame just in front of the sliding glass door then, in a flash he was scaling the fence and letting himself disappear into the darkness of the night.


“Slow down, what happened again?”

Joshua’s honey brown stare softened as he crouched in front of you, his hand curled around your kneecap as you quickly jumbled out all your words at once, hands slicing movements through the air like that would help make what you were saying any clearer. You must have looked crazy with loose twirls of hair spiraling in front of your glazed eyes, cheeks flush with a rosy pink colour as Joshua knelt in front of you with his head cocked at an angle.

Your last encounter with Jun was anything but helpful, that boy kept you coiled around the tip of his finger like a spool of thread. If your sudden and unexpected meeting with him was part of what was shaking you up, there was more unexpected news broadcasted to you this morning. After awakening with a dirty like feel sticking to your skin, like the feeling of sand woven through your hair and the feeling of honey between your fingers, you knew it would be a terrible day. Stopping by the café was where the news got dumped on you, the news of some immature little city kids never coming back from a late night adventure into forbidden territory. Immediately your mind clicked with the memory of a group of children hustling along the damp sidewalks as you stared at your apartment across the street. Their conversation was still ringing in your ears, like they were right beside you as they bickered and argued amongst themselves. You felt a sudden rush of guilt as the iron grip on your coffee cup tightened even more, eyes growing hollow and jaw clenched uncomfortably while you inwardly scolded yourself.

You knew those kids were doing something dangerous and stupid! You should have stopped them.

Joshua leaned forwards and snapped his fingers together, eyebrows knitting with confusion as you returned him a blank stare, deep in thought. When he shook your knee ever so slightly, you broke away from your quarreling thoughts and released a long, drawn out sigh, shoulders slouching and head lowering.

“I’m sorry, Josh. I just can’t help but feel immensely weirded out by all this. First bodies being stolen and Albert dying, then some creepy guy shows up and twists the story, he starts appearing everywhere and then kids start vanishing. What do you think?”

Joshua could only muster a few blinks as he stood up inside the tiny cubicle, his hands digging deep into the pockets on his auburn coloured coat. He looked sympathetic when his gaze tumbled over you, a sort of sympathy that you didn’t want.

“Look, this city is probably the most crazy and depressing place you could put yourself. Things like this happen all the time, we just don’t always hear about it. Also, don’t blame yourself for those kids disappearing, anyone who heard them probably feels like it’s their fault.”

He leaned forwards to stiffly pat your shoulder before grabbing his mug off your desk, a sort of small grin on his lips as he exited the cubicle. Swirling around in your chair, you let your head fall into the cushion of your palms while you scanned the papers littered mindlessly over your work space, not one single ounce of you wanted to jump into action and start cleaning up the mess.

Everything’s okay. Everything’s fine, just pull yourself together and get some work done, Y/N.


One final tug against the door handle signaled to you the building was finally locked. Though a hard decision to make, you decided to work late again but only just scraped by on 4 bursts of caffeine and 3 blueberry muffins you’d been shouting at Joshua to get before they disappeared. Now you were drained, the glow from your monitor still affecting your blurred eyesight and throbbing skull, as if someone decided to play basketball inside your head. The jingle of the keys could be heard as you shoved them into the warmth of your coat pocket, a few pesky fluffs still sticking to your fingers as your boots clicked against the damp cement.


There was less people out tonight, the roads lacking the busy stir of traffic zooming by and spraying up clouds of mist. The shops mostly had their lights out, only the buzz from the streetlights casting reflections in the dusty glass. Maybe it was the fact you worked late, and now most of the city had finally snuggled into the thick sheets of their bed, eyes sealed shut and breathing slowly ceasing. You were actually feeling relaxed, your head titling back to scan over the sheet of velvet black that wrapped the sky, the occasional circle of light flickering between the clouds. But your sleepy trance didn’t last as long as you wanted it to when the sound of footsteps pounding against wet stone echoed through the night air. You squinted your eyes to see a young boy dashing in your direction, the dark red strands of hair being pressed away from his forehead while his eyebrows were sown together in worry. He suddenly became very recognizable when his worn out sneakers skidded to halt in front of you, chest heaving and arm moving to dab at his sweat.

“Excuse me, but which direction is Boulder Street?” You looked at his tiny and exhausted frame standing shakily before you, his red hoodie blown open and shirt clinging to his skin. Suddenly it clicked, like the last piece being set in a puzzle. Snapping your fingers, you pointed at him in certainty.

“It’s you, the kid from before who didn’t go with the others! What’s your name again? Something with an E-,”

As you spoke mostly to yourself, you hardly recognized his voice breaking through your own conversation. He was staring up at you with his fists clenched and lips pressed together in a thin line.

“It’s Evan and I really need to know where Boulder Street is! Please tell me.”

Raising a brow, you released a sigh. “Keep going that way for at least 3 blocks, then turn left. If you- wait,”

Suddenly you paused and you noted how the hope in Evan’s stance just vanished from his body, shoulders slouching and hand slowly being pulled over his face. You couldn’t let this boy just run free through the night streets, not without knowing what he was up to. When he muttered something along the lines of, I’ll find it myself, you quickly flipped around and curled your fingers around his shoulder, questions already leaving your lips.

“Where are you going? What happened to your friends?”

“You think I know? I’m going to find them!”

He pushed your hand away from his shoulder, heel already turning to continue his quest as you tried to call out for him again. Skipping along the wet cement of the sidewalk, you hopped in front of him, his eyes were rolling back into his skull when he noticed you kept on delaying his search.

“Evan, wait. Let me help you look then! I’ve been into the deserted parts before, I know where things are, I can help. Please let me come?”

Your hands were clasped together in front of your chest, eyes glossy and legs pressed together like you were begging. You were of course even though you could really just follow him anyways. He raked his fingers through  damp clumps of messy hair while chewing on his lower lip. Finally he let his arms fall from their position across his chest and he sighed.

“Fine you can come! But don’t tell my mom.”