still trying to figure out how to color this thing

anonymous asked:

I know Steve gets in a lot of dumb fights now, but what was the stupidest fight he got into pre-serum?

we grew up mostly during the prohibition, when alcohol was illegal. i mean, it was still pretty easy to get your hands on some, because people like alcohol, but most of it tasted awful, because it was home-brewed to be as strong as possible.
anyway, stevie and i got a bit of some really terrible hooch and squirreled ourselves away to get drunk. it took steve about four drinks to be totally wasted, and it turns out steve is a pretty entertaining drunk, with crazy fast mood swings and a tendency to want to touch things, just to see how they felt. he was wandering around the apartment trying to figure out if dark colors or light colors felt better, and he wanted to see if my hair–a nice dark color, versus his light blonde–felt nice. so i let him run his hand over the top of my head, and i was teasing him because he had all the fine motor control of a baby, so he’d made a mess of my hair. i think i said something like ‘my hair’s terrible now, stevie, and now nobodys gonna respect me’ and steve went ‘NO!! you have nice hair bucky your hair is GREAT it is SO GREAT.’ which was nice of him, because my hair really was a mess.

 and then he punched me.

he punched me several times. 

drunk steve is not much of a brawler so he didnt do much damage before i tipped him over and sat on him. it wasnt much of a fight. but if youre looking for stupid, attacking me to defend my own hair is probably one for the history books.

sometimes i miss wee steve, because big steve thinks my hair is ridiculous. i bet if tiny drunk steve were around, hed try and fight captain america to defend my hair’s honor. now that’d be a fight worth watching

anonymous asked:

I love your comic Yellow Hearts, and how every page looks like it could be its own poster! How do you choose your colors to make sure everything harmonizes? Do you pick a color palette or make things up as you go?

First of all, thank you!! I love color, so this is one of my favorite things to talk about :D

I do have a color palette, but for this comic it’s a bit looser than I usually go! I’ve actually refined the palette a lot in the last couple of months, so this will be specifically about how I’m choosing color nowadays rather than for earlier pages, but the general idea still holds:

Basically I put together an image board of photos, drawings, and color schemes that feel ‘right’ for the story, and then refer back to it whenever I’m not sure what direction to go with the color.

Sometimes it’s nice to use the color picker, just to check myself, but often it’s more the idea that I’m going for than the specific hex code–for Yellow Hearts, I like bright yellows and oranges and golds, + teal blues, + grayish blues, and then a fair amount of light pink and magenta thrown in for lighting and characters. I’ve recently thrown out the use of bright greens, dark purples, and yellowish-browns. They just don’t fit!

For me, picking a palette also means choosing how much I use any given color, too. So for the yellows and oranges and golds, I try to keep it to a splash of color, like an accent, rather than trying to paint the whole scene in an orange hue. (This is something I did do with earlier pages, and have decided to step away from because it too easily swerved into muddy lighting.)

I’ve recently been experimenting with painting characters/figures in complimentary colors to their surroundings, and I’m pretty happy with how that’s working out. Contrast is always good, especially with detailed bgs like I use–I want the figures to stand out, but I still want to put all kinds of world-building and interest in their surroundings.

The last thing I’ll note is that actual color (the specific hex code I’m using) doesn’t necessarily match the perceived color–for example, I can make a number of objects look golden in comparison with their surroundings, when the actual hex code is more of a grayish, pinkish color. It’s the same principle as blue dress vs gold dress–it’s about how our brains decide what color something is based on the colors around it: 

Originally posted by lunaticyuno

Anyway, all this is just to say that choosing a color palette has a lot more to do with atmosphere than limiting the kinds of things you’re ‘allowed’ to draw. I threw out bright green (the hex code) but that doesn’t mean that I can’t draw green trees, it just means that I’m using tricks of the eye to imply that they’re green rather than choosing a truly lime green color, so that the overall impression may be a grayish blue scene, even while individual objects still have a perceived color (green). This is sort of complicated stuff to explain, and I’m not sure I even fully understand the science behind it, but you can also see it in action whenever the sun goes down or we turn a light on and off.

(I hope that doesn’t sound too patronizing–it’s so fun to figure this stuff out, and even when I know this is how it works, the reality is that I still sometimes go straight for that green hex code when I want to draw a green tree. It takes practice to train your brain to see color in a different way!)

Hope that helps! If you like this kind of stuff, definitely check out my Patreon! I talk about these kinds of things all the time, with better examples and such, and I’m happy to answer specific questions from patrons, even if I don’t usually have time to do involved responses on Tumblr. 

My RoseGarden Headcanons | Part 1

-When Oscar first meets Ruby, the first thing he finds enchanting about her, is the color of her eyes.

-The very first thing Oscar says to Ruby is the very first thing that Ozpin said to her: “You have silver eyes.” Ruby just thinks it’s a coincidence.

-Even though Oscar may be kinda short, like Ruby, and seem kinda scrawny, he’s actually pretty muscular, from doing all that work on his aunt’s farm. (Pretty sure he has a six pack underneath that shirt).

-Ruby helps Oscar forge his own weapon (while he’s still trying to figure out how to use Ozpin’s cane, though).

-Even though Qrow is helping Oscar train, Ruby takes every chance she gets to train him, herself.

-Oscar is somewhat of a natural when it comes to fighting, but not as great as Ruby, so he asks for her help with certain moves.

-Ruby, sometimes, likes to teach Oscar how to use Cresent Rose.

-Oscar and Ruby can be kinda clumsy when they’re around each other.

-Not only is Oscar a farmer, but he’s also a baker, and likes to help Ruby bake treats for her Uncle Qrow and Team RNJR, including chocolate chip cookies.

-Oscar and Ruby like to go out for walks and talk about how NOW they have great big responsibilities to uphold.

-Ruby and Oscar tend to get distracted during training because they have a habit of thinking about each other, a lot. 

-During battles with Grimm, they have each other’s backs.

I’ve apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It’s been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I’ve found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve just added more things to my list. Like for example, I’m still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I’ve fallen in love with – mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I’d get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad’s stories about college. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I’ve loved my fans from the very first day, but they’ve said things and done things recently that make me feel like they’re my friends – more now than ever before. I’ll never go a day without thinking about our memories together.

i will forever draw jim in beastie boys merch now 

I’ve apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It’s been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I’ve found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve just added more things to my list. Like for example, I’m still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I’ve fallen in love with mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I’d get a chance to win a Grammy.

Whistle While You Work (GotG Reader Insert)

Anon Request: Hggg do you think you could write something with Yondu and the reader? I’m not picky on what it’s about as long as it’s shhhhhippy. Maybe? Pretty please? Have a nice day!

Summary: Yondu teaches you how to use his Yaka Arrow

Warnings!: language (is that literally even a warning??)

Notes: it has literally been forever in the making since i posted a fic holy crap but i am working on a new supernatural series that i think you guys’ll enjoy (i’ll post more information on that soon) anyways, hope this was shippy enough for you!! that title was so cheesy oh my lord

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“Listen here; it’s all in the jaw,” Yondu instructed, his calloused hand setting your mouth in place. You let him take the lead and relaxed yourself, listening to each one of his directions carefully. Any mistake could be deadly, as he warned earlier. A weapon of this caliber wasn’t easily wielded, but you were determined to master it.

Ever since he’d shown it off for the first time, you were utterly intrigued by Yondu’s own Yaka Arrow. Even though it was used to kill people, it was still interesting. The use of song to control something like that, well, you’d been dying to maneuver it yourself.

“This ain’t no weapon for a woman,” he’d boast. “Don’t want you chippin’ a fingernail.” You’d roll your eyes and try to inform him on how tough you actually were, but he’d still decline. ‘Fine,’ you thought, ‘I’ll figure it out for myself.’

Being a professional ravager, leather jacket and all, you were able to pick-pocket an arrow off of him at some point. Twiddling the item between your fingers, you inspected its golden color. The glowing red light that emitted from it was almost captivating. When you were done gawking over the arrow, you decided it was time to do some learning. You spent all day trying different pitches and tones to get the damn thing to work until your lips were sore. One last try, you took a deep breath and pursed your lips. The air that came out was cool and the sound was ear piercing. The arrow came to life for a second, gently floating in the air like a butterfly before it fell onto the floor.

“Yes!” you shouted, but quickly covered your mouth before anyone could hear you. You were giddy with excitement and tried multiple times to get the same reaction. Trying the same tactic again, the arrow responded with the same feedback. It wasn’t until the arrow had grazed your right earlobe and a shriek emitted from you that Yondu came to your rescue and was down your throat.

“Stinkin’ Terrans, always stickin’ their snouts into others people things. Little lady, do you realize what could’ve happened if I didn’t intervene?!” he shouted. You crossed your arms under your chest and huffed.

“Well, maybe if you’d just teach me, this wouldn’t have happened!” you tested. The other ravagers formed a small crowd and watched with amazement. You always stood up for yourself against Yondu, mainly because he wouldn’t do anything to you like he would the other men. You’d see him beat them to a pulp if they let out a peep. However with you, he’d just bark for a little bit and leave you alone. Everyone said it was because he had a soft spot for you ever since you become a part of their band of thieves. You knew it too, and you used that against Yondu himself to get him to do things for you.

“You better watch that sass, missy!” he slurred. “I could feed you to these hungry men. They ain’t never tasted no Terran before!” You rolled your eyes and shifted your weight on to one foot, your hands landing on your hips. This was a classic line of his.

“Oh please! You used that same line on Quill and no one ever hurt a hair on his pretty little head,” you defended. Peter Quill was a perfect example of Yondu’s favouritism. Even after that whole thing with the Infinity Stone, Yondu didn’t come after him. If it were someone else, they’d be on the back of a friggin’ milk carton. “Admit it, you love us Terrans!”

When Yondu didn’t answer, the other ravagers whooped and laughed at their commanders’ suddenly quiet demeanor. You smirked to yourself for shutting him up, for it was something rarely anyone could do.

“Shut your damn mouths!” he boomed, shutting up the whole crew instantly and even making you jump a little bit. He looked directly at you, his eyes trained hard on yours as he slowly sauntered closer to you. Each heavy step made a hard sound against the metal floors. When he was only a breath away, Yondu looked down on you, a scowl plastered on his face. Clenching your jaw, you refused to show any form of fear. With Yondu “One lesson. That’s it.”

“That’s all I need,” you smiled. He was unaffected, nevertheless, and rapidly gripped your shirt collar. Being caught off guard, you let out a little gasp as he lifted you to his face level. His teeth were barred and eyes narrowed. You knew he wouldn’t physically hurt you… or at least you hoped.  

“If you ever steal one of my arrows again, you’re gonna be served for dinner,” he gritted, his accent thick with anger. He paused, holding you in place for another second then let go. Yondu looked around toward the other crew members as if he was expecting them to read his mind. “Get lost ya damn rats! Don’t need a damn audience!”

With that, the ravagers left you alone with Yondu. You somewhat wished they would’ve stayed, just in case the blue man had another outburst. Witnesses are a good thing to have when a murder is committed.

Back in reality, you kept your jaw locked in place. Yondu held the arrow right in front of your face, the point directed away from you.

“Now, blow,” he directed.

“That can’t be it. I tried doing that like a million times!”

“Will you just shut your damn trap and listen to me!” he argued back. You sighed and licked your lips before putting your mouth back into the desired place. Inhaling through your nose, a consistent shrill noise came out. The arrow reacted by flying right into the wall across from the two of you, piercing a hole in it. You jump up and down and clapped like a little kid who’d just gotten a new toy. Yondu grinned a little, causing you to be even happier.You stated to go retrieve the weapon when he stopped you by grabbing your upper arm.

“What?”

“You gotta get it from there,” he pointed at the arrow, “back to you only using those pretty lips of yours.” Heat rose to your cheeks, but you bit your lip and nodded. When you moved your mouth in the previous position, Yondu stopped you again.

“You gotta use different tones for different directions,” he explained. Yondu pursed his lips together a whistled a note that was almost an octave below the last one. The arrow moved back at a rapid rate and he caught it right in his hand. “Now you try.”

Copying his actions, you did it on the first try.

“My God, Darlin’, you’re a natural,” he cheered. You smiled proudly and went again, different directions and different tones just like he said.

Even though Yondu made it clear before that only one lesson would be granted, he’d practice with you everyday. Finally, he’d gotten you your own Yaka Arrow, one that you could use whenever and wherever you want.

It was amazingly fun. If any of the other ravagers made any sort of comments your way, you’d whistle a little tune and they be crying like babies. Especially Kraglin. Even though you could use the arrow entirely on your own, you’d still train with Yondu until you were just as good as him.

“Maybe even better,” he’d admitted once before.

“I’ve apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It’s been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I’ve found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve just added more things to my list. Like for example, I’m still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I’ve fallen in love with – mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I’d get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out of reach like that.”

Just like daddy
  • Teddy realized he had metamorphmagus powers when he was around five.
  • Harry and Andy knew already (since he was around 2) but he himself realized and started trying to control it until he was 5.
  • Learning to change his hair color was easy.
  • Changing the features from his face was harder but he still got a hang on it.
  • One day he heard harry talking with Andy about his father’s “condition”
  • Specifically, about the day when he saw him change
  • How hair grew in his whole body and his teeth turned to fangs.
  • How it changed the color of his eyes
  • He saw a picture of a werewolf on one of Andy’s books.
  • And he tried to figure out how would his daddy look
  • It always helped him to picture things to change.
  • So he tried it.
  • He ripped the image from Andy’s book
  • And practiced at night in front of the bathroom mirror
  • And one night he got it.
  • He looked at himself in the mirror.
  • Dark gray thick hair all over his body and coming out of his stretched pj’s
  • He turned his eyes yellow and his ears pointy wolf-like.
  • His nails turned claws and his teeth fangs.
  • He looked at himself in the mirror
  • “Just like daddy” he thought
  • Just like daddy thought harry too, terrified that his godson might be a werewolf.
  • Not like he had a problem with werewolves but… you know…
  • It was better not to be one.
  • He ran into a baffled teddy.
  • Why were they upset now?
  • Wasn’t he just like daddy?
  • But he wasn’t, he was just pretending
  • And they knew that
  • With tears in his eyes he turned back into himself as harry and Andy ran to him.
  • Andy was crying now
  • “I’m sorry” he said, “I know I’m not like my dad, I didn’t want to upset you” he cried into Harry’s arms.
  • “No, no, no, no, no, darling, we are not upset” harry told him, picking him from the floor. “we are not upset, love. We were worried. We thought you were like your daddy as you are like your mommy”
  • “Oh Teddy, I think we never actually told you about what was your father, love. You know, every night like this one, a full moon I mean, he would turn into a creature. He usually was an amazing man, but he hated that part of himself” said harry “because he couldn’t control it. He always feared he could hurt someone he loved when he turned.”
  • Teddy stopped crying then “so you are not mad I am not like my dad?”
  • “Of course not” said Andromeda.
  • “We love you, Teddy” said harry “we were worried you might be, because we saw how your dad suffered with it. But either way, even if you are or if you aren’t, either way we are always gonna love you, okay?”
  • “Yeah” sobbed teddy.
Mysterious ways: Chapter 2

Submitted by: you-make-me-wander

Description: In the aftermath of the deadpool Lydia finds she can n longer keep her feelings for Stiles to herself and unloads to everyone’s favourite Alpha, Scott McCall.

Rating: K

Genre: Romance, Fluff

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mirrordemonnema  asked:

🦄 Does the mun prefer making Traditional art or Digital art?

Kak’s Got Answers!: Accepting!


((Hm…, I use each for different reasons, actually!))

((I’m a ton more confident drawing traditionally and I’m a much faster artist working that way.  It’s been my mainstay for years in a variety of techniques with different materials.  I can work textures, tools and shading and such easier and end up with a neater looking final picture.  I can do a TON of sketches back to back to back with ease.))

((BUT digital is so freeing.  I can actually sit down and do real construction for my sketching and I don’t have to be married to every line and stroke.  If I don’t like the colors?  I can just delete the entire layer.  I’m still learning how things like the brushes set up works and I want to figure out layering options and try new programs.))

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You are the ocean’s gray waves~<3

My Azura commissioned cosplay came in a few days ago and I finally was able to try it on!

I still need to alter the face veil (which is uncomfortable right now), make her headband thingy, figure out how to color eyebrows, figure out her middle hair band thing, buy her necklace, and make her naginata weapon staff thing! But I’m so excited to cosplay one of my favorites! I love Azura’s character. She’s reserved, but strong and has a very important role in the story. I really admire her strength as well as being an amazing female lead.

So excited to be Azura! I need to learn the dance.
I’ve been practicing singing Lost in Thoughts All Alone in my car everyday lol.

I’ll be wearing this to summer cons as well as Youmacon later this year!