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anonymous asked:

How do open snoot??? I have so many problems when it comes to drawing open mouthed critters/expressions!! I just can't wrap my mind around how open snouts work with the skull or the circles I use for the skull anyhow.. Do you have any advice on this??

 I’M GONNA TRY MY BEST TO EXPLAIN THIS because, man i feel u but at the same time I know very little about the technical anatomy when it comes to skulls ;;

Let’s do a sorta above ¾ view for this rlly quick, when I start out, I always like to establish one part of the snout at a time, instead of trying to just DIVE RIGHT IN. So I start by putting vague upper muzzle shapes here, just to get the direction goin’

NOW WE GOTTA GIVE THIS THING A LOWER JAW to help keep it symmetrical, I like to pull the lines from the corners of the upper lips. DON’T BE AFRAID TO OVERLAP, OVERLAPPING IS IMPORTANT IN GENERAL BUT ESPECIALLY WHEN DRAWING OPEN MUZZLES LIKE THIS!! See that line that goes from the upper right corner of the lip and through the top half of the muzzle? I basically use that as my guide to keep from pulling the jaw too far out, or too far in. Don’t worry if it looks a bit like they have an underbite either, depending on the angle, perspective will do that..it likes to fuk with ur brain a bit

OKAY NOW we’re bringing back the overlapping line because chins are still hard for me to draw and I change how i do it constantly but this is a good method to get a chin that doesn’t thrust too much outwards or inwards (unless that’s the specific jaw shape you were going for with ur character, then by all means do so!!! ) bring the line from the further corner of the eye, form the cheek, and bring it down (overlapping over the top jaw as we are wont to do) and bring it AROUND TOWN. You see here that it’s kinda boxy and I could probably curve that line some more to give a more slender look but w/e IT WORKS WITH MOST SHAPES

if you’re referring to something like the BND draw I posted recently, it’s pretty much a similar course of action, so let’s use this  asshole as an example because his mouth is obnoxiously wide when it’s open 

Start off with the upper jaw, again, it’s easier to piece these things together vs trying to shove all the shapes together at once (for me it is anyways) 

i’m doing this from profile view this time but you can see the overlapping lines still work!! I roughly places where the otherside of the upper corner of the lip would be on the side we don’t see and used that to help me get an idea of how far down the lower jaw is gonna go~! Don’t worry, it’s gonna look awkward most of the time  and it’s a perfect chance to go in and fix the length of the upper/lower jaw before you start adding in deets like the tongue and teeth! <:

there we go!!!! looks a lot less awkward LOL

you can also do something like this if ur feeling kinda toony (it’s really fun, simple yet effective!)

It can work for a lot of different styles, from realism to toony to my stupid doodles i do a lot when being a Serious Artist ™ is just 2 much for me :^)

BUT YEAH HERE U GO I HOPE THIS HELPS

With Me

Will lingered in the hallway, watching the firelight lick over Hannibal’s arms, his face, the book in his hands. He made no motion, did not go to him and sit beside him on the sofa. He stood, breath held tight, wrestling with himself. He wanted to go sit there, but-

“Will,” Hannibal’s eyes looked up, then flicked towards him, turning his head to find him in the doorway, “come, sit down.”

And he’d been trying so hard to avoid detection, standing down wind and everything. Still, Hannibal had invited him, no point resisting now. He stepped forward gingerly, making his way consciously into the room. Here came the tricky part.

There were many seats to choose from, a sturdy rocking chair, a winged arm chair with its own ottoman, and the sofa, of course. Without looking too deliberate, too tense, without warning Hannibal, he hoped, he measured his steps and sat down next to Hannibal. He sighed with the cushions, making himself lean back in the posture of relaxation and stared into the heart of the fire, unblinking. He felt Hannibal start, pause, felt his eyes skip over the page, onto him, then back, afraid of being noticed for his watching.

“What’re you reading?” Will asked when he was sure Hannibal had read the page fifty times but not taken in a word of it.

Hannibal’s fingers hesitated over the page, trying to read for him. “The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám,” he let the pages fall open towards Will, “In translation, unfortunately. I plan to learn Persian to read it properly.”

“All that for a book of poetry?” Will mused, tilting his head back.

“It is beautiful,” Hannibal explained, “and deserves to be understood in its native tongue.”

Will nodded thoughtfully, “Well, that’s one project for the future.” He winced; they hadn’t discussed the future yet. At all.

“Yes…” Hannibal hesitated, feeling the elephant in the room, “if I find myself with enough time on my hands to-” He silenced abruptly as Will’s arm came down around his shoulders.

Will gulped, feeling like a high schooler on his first date, all stilted movements and anxious energy. Keep calm, relax; it wasn’t as though they weren’t both mature adults who had done this a million times before with other consenting adults. There should be no problem, no awkwardness, and yet… his heart beat in his throat like a bird thrashing at its cage.

Cautiously, Will stroked his thumb against Hannibal’s shoulder, almost to remind himself it was there, real and solid. Hannibal jumped, nearly dropping his book, “Will, your arm-” he fumbled, trying to turn to Will without turning in to Will and finding the proximity made this almost impossible. To look him in the eye he’d have to get closer.

“I’m nearly healed,” Will swallowed, his voice sounding high and foreign, “besides I should be stretching it anyway, so I’m not so sore. So the muscles… heal the… the way they’re supposed to.” He tried not to watch Hannibal, curving into him, pressing against him. He tried to focus on the fire as Hannibal gave in to the position Will had put them in with the softest sigh. It couldn’t be done.

Hannibal turned his head to reply and found his cheek brushing against Will’s shoulder. His eyes closed instantly, his lungs involuntarily inhaling. Will felt his bicep tense with nerves, there was a painful yank at the still closing wound, but he gave no sign of pain, transfixed on Hannibal.

“Physical therapy,” Hannibal returned abruptly, lifting his cheek, voice rough and low, “will be the hardest part of the healing process. It will be… lengthy and very painful for some time.” He licked his lips, trying to open his eyes all the way and failing, “You should still be resting.”

“I can sit here.” Will felt his hand come around Hannibal’s shoulder, palm flat against his arm. His body decided before he did that he wanted Hannibal closer.

“Could we… just… come here,” he mumbled, squeezing Hannibal to him with one long pull.

Hannibal’s last restraints broke. Before Will knew it he felt arms wrapped around him and a face pressed into his collar. Stunned, he put both arms around Hannibal and held him. Hannibal fit into him like a warm, heavy blanket, pressing against him everywhere he felt lonely. Though he’d been alone, he’d never felt lonely… until Hannibal. Only made sense that being with Hannibal could soothe that ache, maybe the only thing that might.

Hannibal’s hands skirted the edges of his bandages, wary of pressing too much, of being too much. Yet, he held tight, squirmed half into Will’s lap, as close as he could possibly get. Will could feel his heart beat, a skittering patter in reckless time, and he was sure Hannibal had no idea Will knew about it. The moment reeked of desperation, and yet… his arm curled tighter around Hannibal. And yet he pressed closer and yearned to feel Hannibal melt against him, melt completely.

Hannibal gave, he shuddered, he kept perfectly silent, but he shook like a leaf. Will held him close and never once thought about letting go. Hannibal gave so beautifully, he pushed and melted and succumbed so perfectly in his arms. This… this was nice. It was actually… really nice, holding Hannibal. He hadn’t expected that.

Will let his head fall against Hannibal’s, let himself breathe in his hair, press skin to skin, rest together like this. He listened to Hannibal breathe and slowly their breaths fell together. He lost track of time and was on the point of sleep when Hannibal murmured something in his ear.

“Whuh?”

“The fire’s all but gone, we should go to bed.”

The words struck a bell and cracked Will’s eyes open. He was still holding onto Hannibal, smushed together in one corner of the couch. “N-No, don’t go,” his voice croaked, groggy. The implications of it didn’t register immediately, too tired to remember to care too little.

Hannibal paused. “I won’t. But wait here, I’ll get some blankets.” His legs hit the floor and he slowly rose, untangling himself from Will’s arms with unfair grace. Will whimpered, freezing where his Hannibal blanket had been. He closed his eyes and curled onto the sofa completely.

Hannibal returned. He knew he returned because he felt warm again, he felt welcome pressure and weight on the sofa, covering him, slipping up beside him and into his waiting arms. Will’s lips lifted, pleased to be embracing Hannibal once again.

“You’ll regret sleeping like this in the morning,” Hannibal muttered into his chest.

“Won’t,” Will grumbled, one hand stroking idly at Hannibal’s back.

“We could sleep on the bed… still together.”

Will heard the request in his pause. His arms tightened, “Too tired. Drag me to bed tomorrow.” And he hunkered down, pulled Hannibal close, and silenced him for the night with a kiss.

anonymous asked:

Unpopular opinion: Makoto Tachibana is the cutest uke.

Send me unpopular opinions (no more please >v<)

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagreepronoun

I AM A STRONG HARUMAKO SHIPPER SO I CAN ONLY AGREE WITH THIS

One of my mutuals has been super enthusiastic about Skywarp lately which is contagious. <3

idk when I’ll be able to upload drawings again bc I’m moving tomorrow and don’t know if I’ll have access to a scanner but I’ll try

sometimes i feel like the only way to enjoy smth on this hellsite has become like

talk less… smile more… dont let them know what you’re against or what you’re for…

anonymous asked:

Hello! ^^ I just wanted to say I looove your art so much!! >v<~ Could I ask what all you ship in BSD, though? I'm so curious!

Damn I have way too many ships??? But ok here goes:

- Everyone/Chuuya but top picks are Dazai/Chuuya (duh), Tachihara/Chuuya (duh), Atsushi/Chuuya and Fyodor/Chuuya 

- Everyone/Atsushi but top picks are Akutagawa/Atsushi (duh), Atsushi/Lucy and Dazai/Atsushi

- Hawthorne/Mitchell

- Fitzgerald/Alcott

- Mouri/Fukuzawa

- Fukuzawa/Ranpo, Ranpo/Poe, Ranpo/Yosano

- Odasaku/Gide, Odasaku/Ango

- Akutagawa/Higuchi

- Yosano/Kouyou (do not judge me shut up)

- Gin/Higuchi, Tachihara/Gin

- Fyodor/that nameless kid in Ace’s chapter

- Kyouka/Lucy

I love Kaname’s relationships so much like I cannot express omg

Kaname’s relationship with Haruka

  • How Haruka knew all that time that Kaname wasn’t his actual son but he still saw him as his own and wanted to protect him as a father and Kaname just puts a gentle hand to Haruka’s face as he’s dying and I. CAN’T. DEALLLL

Kaname’s relationship with Juri

  • Because if Haruka knows, then Juri knows, but she still cuddles Kaname when he’s like, a pre-teen, and in that Kuran family portrait that Hino did she had Juri hugging Kaname so can you imagine Juri and baby Kaname together???? Because no matter how Kaname got there, that’s her little baby boy and she’s gonna hold him and hug him every damn chance she gets okay

Kaname’s relationship with Takuma (because I will never stop talking about this bromance)

  • Because Kaname grew up with Takuma and Takuma is his right-hand man and Takuma is the only one that calls him just ‘Kaname’ from DAY ONE and before Kaname goes to die he drops by Takuma one last time because that is his BRO and one of the few people that Kaname actually trusts in this psycho vampire world and he needs to say goodbye to his FRIEND

And Kaname’s relationship with Yuuki

Yo, I don’t need to get into this. This is the OTP. The OG ship. My love for this pair will never end. Because Yuuki brought light into Kaname’s life. And Yuuki loves Kaname no matter what. It doesn’t matter what Kaname has done, she still loves him. And yeah, haters say that’s not healthy, or ‘it wasn’t love it was guilt’ but hey

why i rp as chiyoko

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this is probably a mess of thoughts so i’m apologizing in advance uvu

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stevetopsbuckysbottom  asked:

the cowboy hat seb is wearing was part of a GQ magazine photshoot where they recreated some iconic pictures of paul newman with seb. just-call-me-mrs-captain(.)tumblr(.)com/post/125470792476/sebastian-stan-resurrecting-paul-newmans-timeless

that makes so much more sense. thank you!!! 

juniper sat beneath a tree, a large, old book lying across her lap. she was supposed to be doing her reading for her sociology course, but ever since the other wonderlandians had come to auradon, the young caterpillar had gotten curiouser and curiouser about what really did make the hatter and the hare so mad. so, she had decided to do a bit of research.

“mercury…” she murmured to herself, flipping a page in the aforementioned book. “mercury. that may explain the hatter’s madness, but…what about the march hare? well, i do suppose the two spend quite a bit of time together, but…” she sighed, tapping her cheek with her pencil as she sighed. “the maddest of hatters and the march hare…have perhaps gone so mad due to mercury in the air,” she recited slowly. “…and if this is so, then they cannot be saved…for mercury takes your mind, day by day….” she let out a long, melancholy sigh, resting her head against her hand. “there must be a cure — if that even is the cause of it.”

I want to write a text post because I am taking a break from this horrible writing assignment I’m working on but i don’t have anything witty or interesting to say and I can’t choose which musing on taylor and her hair I want to share with y'all today so I’ll just say hi instead and ask how everyone’s day has been. Are you all doing well! I hope so!!