the colors were just awful to work with

anonymous asked:

Hey, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind talking abt how you do your colouring atm?

Hi anon ^^

To be honest, I’ve been working with the same technique for years. Basically, I sketch, block the colors, work on a first series of details, do some color adjustments, add shadows, add highlights, add more details, rework the skin texture and…voilà roughly!

In order to show you my coloring process, I did what people have been asking me to do for a long long time, I took screen shots of my work as I was working (see gif below). As you can see, there are a lot of comes and goes, “yes…but no…but yes…but shit…that was better before”. Sometimes I’m not satisfied so I change a whole part of the drawing, like for instance the color of the sheets (from white to blue) or Bucky’s right hand (the first one was awful). I also use the “Liquify” and the “free transform” tools to fix things I’m not satisfied with (here: the eyes that were not centered properly). However, don’t get me wrong, I know where I’m going when it comes to colors, compositions, textures, etc…What I change are just minor adjustments. I also work on the hair at the end because for me, it’s the cherry at the top of the Sunday. When I can leave it as the last step, I do it. You see, for instance here, I used as a reference a picture of Sebastian Stan with short hair. I just drew the basic shape of the hair in black and drew the long hair and all the details when the art was almost done. (I started to draw long strands at the beginning, but finally no, I stepped back)

When it comes to the palette itself, sometimes I keep a palette close to the reference picture because I find it interesting or beautiful, sometimes I create my own palette and go wild when it comes to colors but at a moment or a another, I do some color adjustments. Choosing my palette comes rather naturally, it’s a question of habits too but I never strick to a restricted palette. I love it when it’s flamboyant and shinny. :)

Tools of the trade: Photoshop CS6. I use the Photoshop Default set and also the Mar-Ka brush set. Here is a gif that includes all the steps of a color artwork I did for this tut:

Voilà! I hope that now my way of coloring an artwork is less obscure. Thanks a lot anon ♥

take this burden

For my anonymous friend. I hope you’re doing alright. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here.


He Tian was walking home from, what felt like, the longest shift anyone had ever worked.

His back and feet ached.

His head was pounding.

He could still hear the awful pop music bouncing around in his skull and see the colorful lights on the edges of his vision.

He froze at the sound of voices from nearby.

For an hour or so after work, it was hard to tell what he was actually hearing after so many hours around bass-heavy music that just…didn’t need to be that loud.

The sound of raised voices threw him right back into bouncer-mode.

His tendency to get in the middle of things that were absolutely none of his business had caused nothing but trouble.

He stopped outside of the entrance of the alleyway that carried the voices like a microphone in the relative silence.

‘You stupid little bitch, what the fuck were you thinking?’

The voice was attached to someone who was clearly inebriated.

‘I’m sorry, I-’

The second voice was soft, laden with fearful reason.

‘Shut the fuck up, I don’t give a fuck what you have to say.’

‘I don’t-’

‘You were fucking flirting with him, did you think I wouldn’t hear you?’

‘I was just ordering a drink.’

He Tian cringed at the defiant tone.

That would only make it worse.

‘You were flirting with him, you stupid slut.’

‘I wasn’t, I- ah!’

The unmistakable sound of someone’s head hitting a brick wall.

He told himself to walk away.

This wasn’t his business.

He didn’t always need to be the hero.

‘I should beat the shit out of you right now. Maybe that would teach you a lesson.’

He Tian could walk away right now.

Go home, drink a beer, take a shower, and catch up on sleep.

That’s all he’d been thinking about all day.

‘Please stop…’ the soft voice begged.

‘Oh, fuck you.’

The, equally unmistakable, sound of bones connecting with bones, cushioned by nothing but a thin layer of flesh reached his ears.

God damn it.

‘Please-’

The desperation in the softer voice did him in.

‘Everything ok here?’ He asked in his best this-fight-is-over voice.

‘Who the fuck are you?’

Knowing there was no good answer for this, he lied.

‘Officer He. Checking on a noise complaint.

If this asshole was smart, he’d leave now.

‘Oh please. They don’t hire people like you to be cops.’

People like him, huh?

‘Sir, this is the only warning in giving you. Move along.’

The man scoffed.

‘Come on, Mo Guan Shan.’

He Tian pulled his phone from his pocket sending a quick text, and stepped between the man on his feet and the man crumpled against the wall.

‘Why don’t you go on alone. I’ll make sure he gets home safe.’

‘Fuck off, you fucking-’

God, what a douche.

He Tian knocked his arm away when the man lunged forward to hit him, grabbing his wrist and spinning him around and slamming him against the wall.

‘Look, you stupid little bitch, you need back the fuck up.’

The man scoffed as best he could with his face pressed against the rough brick.

‘You’re not a fucking cop.’

He Tian laughed, leaning in to whisper in his ear, pushing his arm half an inch farther up his back.

‘You’re right, I’m not.’

‘That’s what I-’

‘And you should be really happy about that.’

The man struggled in his grasp.

‘Because,’ he continued, tightening his fingers around the man’s wrist. ‘If I was, this would be unethical.’

The man cried out in pain and He Tian tried to refrain from smirking.

‘You ok?’ He asked over his shoulder, getting no response.

He looked to the mouth of the alley expectantly, finding it as calm and dark as it had been since he’d entered it.

Take your time, man. Shit.

‘Let me go, fuck-’

‘You seem pretty tough, buddy. Tell me how much pressure it take to break someone’s arm like this.’

‘You wouldn’t fucking dare.’

Finally, flashing lights and an obnoxious siren pulled up a few feet away.

The man froze.

He Tian laughed, yanking his arm up just enough to make sure it would hurt to perform daily activities for the next few weeks.

He waited until the officer was standing a foot or so away and taking a step back, giving into that urge to smirk when the asshole fell to his knees.

‘What’s going on here, gentlemen?’

He Tian backed away slowly.

‘I found him like this, officer. I heard yelling and just wanted to make sure everything was ok.’

Zhengxi, in his ridiculous uniform, rolled his eyes, turned around, and pointed his flashlight on the man sitting on the ground.

‘Is that true sir?’ He asked, getting down on one knee to handcuff the kneeling man.

The man, bleeding from the lip, a nasty bruise forming under his eye, glanced at He Tian.

He nodded.

‘Y-yes.’

Zhengxi nodded seriously, yanking the cuffed man to his feet.

‘You got this?’ He asked He Tian quietly.

More nodding.

‘I’ll send Jian Yi over in a bit. I’ll keep you updated.’

‘Thank you.’

He Tian squeezed the officer’s shoulder as he passed, reciting the speech He Tian had helped him memorize months ago.

He Tian slowly approached the bleeding man, extending a hand and helping him up.

‘What is this?’ He asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Vigilante justice?’

‘Something like that.’

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Flower First Date (Anthony x Reader)

Request: I loved the art one shot with anthony it was so cute 💕 sooo… I was hoping you’d do another one about ant? Number 9 with him being A and reader being B
Requested By: Anonymous

Request List: #9 - Person B makes flower crowns and Person A always wakes up from their math class nap with one on their head and is the only one who doesn’t know who’s putting them there.

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Math class. The dreaded last period. You hated that class - I mean sure everyone did, but you swear your teacher had it out for you. Course it didn’t help you never paid attention, always having something with you that you found more entertaining. 

The beginning of the year you had therapeutic coloring books, but since then you’ve filled each page. You started drawing, writing, reading, it got old fast. Cue one late night on pinterest and here you were.

Today was mid January, and here you sat in the back. Hands working with almost no effort to form the flower crowns you’d grown to love. At first they were awful, falling apart, mostly just balls of stems.

As you got better you made more, but had no idea what to do with them. Personally they weren’t your style. One day, as class was ending, a blue flower crown in your hands you looked around. Your long time crush, Anthony was asleep, cheek squished against his arms as he slept.

The bell rang and you stood, biting your lip as he continued to sleep. Taking a leap of faith you placed it neatly ontop of his curly hair, scurrying outside to catch up with your friends who were giggling quietly to themselves. 

You remember hearing Anthony ask his friends where the crown came from but they just laughed and patted him on the back. You glowed with pride when he wore it till it wilted and died.

It became a weekly thing. He’d fall asleep in math class, you’d make a crown, more than likely corresponding with his outfit colors, and would place it on his sleeping head. He’d wake up, ask about who keeps doing it, then wear it for the rest of the week.

All your friends, all his friends, all your teachers, all his teachers, basically the whole school knew. Except him. God you loved an idiot.

It was the final week before you left, seniors graduated next week but none of you had to show up after this Friday. So, today was the last day you’d be able to hopelessly pin on the sleeping Anthony. 

You two talked, you wouldn’t say you were friends per say, but you’d smile in the halls, wave if you saw each other in public, work together on projects.

You had five minutes before the bell rang and you sighed, fixing the last petal before carefully putting it on Anthony’s curls. 

As you pulled back, admiring how well the colors went with his outfit, his eyes opened, a hand gently grabbing your wrist.

Curse the Gods. Or God. Or karma. Or whatever decided to wake him up.

“So you’re who kept giving me flower crowns?”

He sat up and your mouth was parted. You let out a small raspberry sound, “No.”

He laughed a bit. “Don’t tell me no - I found you. The styles the same as the others too.”

“Yeah well I - you know it just.” You shrugged hopelessly, trying to figure out how to word an excuse.

He smiled, God you hated yourself for swooning. “You’re my own little Cinderella.”

“I’m - what?”

Face flushing he rubbed the back of my neck. “Well I mean…I thought whoever kept doing this was really sweet. Thoughtful ya know? I wanted to find whoever was doing this, maybe get to know them.” He grinned, “But I already know you! So this works out better!”

“This isn’t weird to you?”

“Have you met my friends?”

You laughed. “True.”

He cleared his throat, fixing the flower crown which sat upon his head. “Um, you wouldn’t want to catch a movie this Friday right?”

You grinned, covering your face a bit. “I’d love to.”

“Finally!” You jumped as your math teacher threw his hands in the air, “Took you two long enough!”

You two blushed as the bell rang and you walked out of Mr. Miranda’s class together, talking about almost anything.

Fresh Paint

Request: Bucky teasing you right after you painted your nails, and you can’t touch him because of that

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Requested By: @becaamm

Warnings: None

You just sat down with your favorite color of nail varnish and began painting your nails. The beautiful shiny (F/C) polish looked absolutely perfect. You outdid yourself if you say so yourself. You waved your hands around gently letting the color on your nails dry in their perfect state. Just as you turned on the TV and got comfy Bucky walked into the shared floor. 

“Hey, Doll.” Bucky kissed your lips and noticed the varnish bottle on the coffee table. 

“Hello, Love. How was work?” You asked sweetly while blowing on your nails. Bucky began talking and knowing you couldn’t do anything about it kissed your tickle spot on your neck.

“It *Kiss* was *Kiss* awful *kiss*” You giggled and squirmed under his touch. Frustration pooled in your chest. You were stubborn and refused to ruin your nails. 

“James. Cut. It. Out.” You demanded but lost when he grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the couch to continue his torture on you.

“Gah! Stop it!” You screamed and laughed and he laughed as well. He loved to hear you laugh. Bucky finally ended his torture and pulled you into his lap. You looked at your nails, pleased that the color was still perfect. 

“Still looks like a charm. It’s a good thing I love you, maybe I won’t kill you.” You giggled and kissed his nose. 

“It’s a good thing I love you too.” 

Can we quit it with the good colorless cards already?

Artifacts and otherwise colorless cards have been part of Magic: the Gathering since Alpha, and since Alpha, artifacts have represented some of the stupidest, most poorly balanced, most overpowered cards in all of Magic: the Gathering. I’m not going to get into explaining why Black Lotus, the Moxen, and Sol Ring are strong. That part’s self evident. What I want to point out, though, is how they compare to the colored spells in Alpha.

Right from the start, Green cemented itself as the color of fast mana. With Llanowar Elves, Wild Growth, and the rare Birds of Paradise, Green was far better than the other four colors at ramping. Despite this, the actual strongest mana acceleration spells in the set are the artifacts. As any deck can run artifacts easily, this means that Green wasn’t actually any better at mana acceleration than White, Blue, Black, or Red. Green did still have Channel, a card with power all its own, but the fact remained that artifacts stole away an important part of Green’s color identity.

Another interesting parallel in the same set was that of Dark Ritual and Black Lotus. The fact that Black Lotus is too strong is not the issue we’re looking at here. The issue is that Black Lotus is almost strictly better than a card that cost a colored mana. From the beginning, artifacts were better at some things than the colors who were supposedly good at it.

The question then is “Why is this bad?” This is bad because in Magic: the Gathering, deck diversity and the balance of deck construction relies heavily on the color pie. Gaining versatility and advantage in deckbuilding is supposed to require reaching out into multiple colors, diluting the reliability of casting those spells. A deck running only Black can reliably cast its Dark Rituals and use them to cast any of its spells, while a deck running Black and White will both have times when it cannot generate the Black mana to cast Dark Ritual and times when the Black mana generated doesn’t allow it to cast the spells it wants. By running Black Lotus instead, it has a card that it can always cast and that is useful for all its spells. This lessens the tradeoff. As the number of useful colorless cards increases, the balance between having the right spells and having the right mana continues to shift until, ultimately, a deck can just run all the best cards instead of needing to work into a specific color’s strategy.

Somehow, Wizards has continually managed to mess this up.

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Prompt Request List

Hey! Here’s the list I promised. If you want one, please send the number and the Roman numeral (as there are multiple subsets), as well as the pairing you’d like. 

1) Coffee shop AU 

i) Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee order 

ii) I’m worried about your coffee dependency 

iii) you accidentally poured boiling hot coffee over me so you’re responsible for taking me to A&E 

iv) you give me a different fake name every time you come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino 


2) Flower shop AU

 i) You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m concerned as to why

 ii) I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that 

iii) flower meanings eg, buying certain colours/types for person to represent feelings etc. (please specify flower, color, and meaning!) 


3) Library AU 

i) You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking you down

 ii) I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health because you never stop studying 

iii) The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere 


4) Awful first time meeting

 i) I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something

 ii) I thought you were my friend who’s just done something awful to me (read: cut my hair while I slept, dyed all of my clothes pink, etc. etc.) because you look similar from behind so I stormed up to you and shoved you from behind while calling you a crude name 

iii) Oooh when you told me your name I thought you were joking because it’s awful and I made a joke about it and things got awkward real fast 


5) Weird places to meet/awkward meetings in general

 i). “okay I know that being in the woods at 2am is a weird thing to be doing but my friend called me and- wait, why are you in the woods at 2am, I’m going to die aren’t I?”

 ii) We keep accidentally running into each other I’m not a stalker I swear iii) You live across from me in our apartments and we smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and (you fill in here) 


6) Friends to romance – pining and all (a personal favorite) 

i) You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and you look good in the outfit I picked out for you 

ii) I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex

 iii) You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and I think I like you too? (Not a favorite, but eh it’s okay) 

iv) Somewhere along the way of getting into bar fights together, staying up all night with movie marathons, other friendship things, I’ve fallen in love with you but oh my gosh this could ruin EVERYTHING 


7) Fake Dating 

i) I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP 


8) Soulmate aus 

i) The first words your true love(s) will say to you are tattooed on you and why the are their first words something really (insert desired adjective here with word examples) 

ii) You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18

I’m Okay (Slight Trigger Warning)

Summary: Taehyung is there to help you when things seem to get a bit too stressful.
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Type: Angst/ little fluff
Length: 1,565 Words

Okay, so this really means a lot to me. A lot of this is currently happening to me and I have been having some pretty stressful days and next week is going to be a nightmare. This story both gave me an anxiety attack, but also helped me through it in the end. So just be aware while you read this if you are prone to anxiety/panic attacks easily. <3

-Admin Kat

Also, fun fact. The motto in this story (and title) “I’m Okay” is a phrase I started saying last year when I had anxiety attacks and I got it tattooed on my wrist as a permanent reassurance.

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“Wait, what do you mean the essay is due tomorrow? I thought she said it was next week.” You said over the phone as your friend asked you which sources you were using for your essay. You let out a sigh as she told you that it was moved up. “Shit, okay. Sorry, I totally forgot.” You could feel your head starting to throb as you thought about it. You were counting on the extra week to work on the essay. You already had so much to do. Not only was your Literature 280 eight page essay due, but you had an exam for psychology, an exam in Computer Science 100, and another three page paper to do for your Theatre 110 class. You told your friend that you had to get going, and quickly hung up the phone.

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anonymous asked:

The art for a war of riddles and jokes or whatever it's called looks like a really poor paint by number tbh. The colors have absolutely no blend between shades and it just. Looks awful.

It’s the 3D ambience lighting in a not well rendered frame. You need to use a different kind of renderer if you want it too look soft, they clearly didn’t bother that much with making it look proper as much as you making it just look.

3D can work as an stylistic choice, if they were more careful they could had made it more like telltale in which all the style choices fit, however because there is a careless to it, it just sticks out in bad places instead of making it look like a solid frame.

Our Little Universe // a collection of oneshots following Steven & Connie as they fall in love.

Based on these prompts. Read on Fanfiction, Ao3, or under the cut.
Parts 1-3 are on tumblr, fanfiction, and ao3.

Part 4, “Is it possible to love too much?” Connie reads her essay to Steven when he visits her at school.

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Okay. So. @ipaintjily has really inspired me with their digital painting. Like I look at them everyday, hours at a time, trying to figure out how I can do what they do. It’s a bit obsessive. Kinda creepy. But I don’t even care. Their work is stunning and I have to learn how to paint because of it. It’s an itch I can’t scratch. So. The last few weeks I’ve been watching and taking in all the digital painting videos and advice I could get my grubby hands on. 

Every. Single. Video. Said the same thing. DO NOT FOCUS ON DETAIL.

Like. For whatever reason I could not grasp the “no detail” concept and my perfectionist, virgo ass was like “Oh yeah. I can skip that advice that every single video I’ve watched has given me.” 

Exhibit A. 

    I spent nearly two hours on this monstrosity. Like. It looks nothing like the ref. Which I provided above. And stole from Ipaintjily’s pinterest which is full of amazing refs you can find here. I don’t know what I was thinking. That’s a lie. I was thinking that if I add more detail the better it would look! Logic.

Then I finally accepted that detail was NOT working. So I was like. Well, damn. Maybe no detail will work. Imagine that. I was super skeptic. But I zoomed out till it was a thumbnail size then just blocked in colors and shapes. Then suddenly there was a face? And values? And it was kind of working??????

Exhibit B.

30 minutes guys. Like. What? It’s still awful. But compared to the other??These were done the same day. One right after the other. 

So. Moral of the story: Detail = Bad

also. how does anyone draw without lines?! 

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Gwyn ap Nudd

//le gasp// tell me tell me tell me! Okay I know you can’t but I’d at least love to get a hint? Maybe? Well, I’ll ask. Are either of the faeries in the flower cards that Cassandra Jean posted (Kieran and Gwyn) the one that Mark fell in love with during his time in the Hunt? Also, perhaps a less spoiler-y question (though perhaps just as so), why did Mark get a gold eye, whereas Gwyn/Kieran have black/white eyes? Thank you for taking the time to read this. I can’t wait for the release of TDA~ — demonskie

Aw. I can’t say much, no. I am working on being less spoilery. :)

Gwyn has one blue eye and one black eye. Kieran has one silver eye and one black eye. Mark has one blue eye and one gold eye. When you join the Hunt, one of your eyes stays the color you were born with; the other changes.

Gwyn actually appears in City of Heavenly Fire, page 342, talking to the Seelie Queen.

His armor was dark brown, the color of the trunk of a tree; one of his eyes was black, the other pale blue.

We know from CoHF that he runs the Wild Hunt, but not much else about him! Gwyn is a character from Celtic mythology, you can read about him here.

New Prompt Request List

I saw this on @newtynewtnewtimagines​‘s page and needed to add it to my list so the first 77 are theirs. Please request! I love getting them! It makes me so happy!

  1. “You’re really soft.”
  2. “You smell nice.”
  3. “You’re cute when you’re worried”
  4. “I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”
    “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
  5. “I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”
  6. “Is it possible to love too much?”
  7. “You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”
  8. “I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”
  9. “I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”
  10. “I will always be there protect you.”
  11. "I’m cold. Come closer.”
  12. “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
  13. "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  14. "I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”
  15. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”
  16. “You’re really hot, shame about the personality”
  17. "All I want is you.”
  18. “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
  19. “You came to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”
  20. "I could never leave you, I love you too much!”
  21. "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”
  22. "I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”
  23. “You look really cute in that sweater.”
  24. "You look incredible in that.”
  25. “Is that my shirt?”
  26. “You’re so clingy, i love it.”
  27. “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
  28. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
  29. "He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”
  30. “Are you sugar personified or something?”
  31. “I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”
  32. "Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”
  33. "Do you believe in love at first sight?”
  34. "I think I’m in love.”
  35. "I’d like it if you stayed.”
  36. “You made these cupcakes for me?”
  37. “Have you lost your mind?”
  38. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
  39. “You’re my best friend’s sister, we can’t do this..”
  40. "People are jerks, but not you.”
  41. “All these new feelings are scaring me.”
  42. "I’ll share the blankets with you.”
  43. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
  44. "I have never felt this way about anyone.”
  45. “How do you always manage to look so captivating?”
  46. "I want this to never end…”
  47. “I’m a big girl, i can handle it myself.”
  48. “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
  49. “Can I kiss you?”
    “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”
  50. “So, are you guys dating or?”
  51. “There’s no way in hell i could fall in love with someone like you”
  52. "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”
  53. “Could you hold my hand?”
  54. “Have you seen my jacket?”
  55. “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”
  56. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  57. “You can put your cold feet on me.”
  58. “You make me so happy.”
  59. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
  60. “Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”
  61. “A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you.”
  62. “Did they hurt you?”
  63. “You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?
  64. “Your lips are really warm.”
  65. “I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”
  66. “That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”
  67. “I really love holding you, darling.”
  68. “You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”
  69. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”
  70. “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”
  71. “We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches.”
  72. “IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.”
  73. “I want you to fight for me!”
  74. “Please don’t go.”
  75. “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”
  76. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
  77. “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”
  78. Barista and person who has a ridiculous coffee order 
  79. I’m worried about your coffee dependency
  80. you accidentally poured boiling hot coffee over me so you’re responsible for taking me to A&E
  81. you give me a different fake name every time you come into starbucks and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here I am scrawling “batman” onto your stupid cappuccino
  82. You buy a weird amount of flowers and I’m concerned as to why
  83. I’m allergic to flowers but I work in a flower shop – you’re a customer who’s very confused as to why I’d do that 
  84. flower meanings eg, buying certain colours/types for person to represent feelings etc. (please specify flower, color, and meaning!)
  85. You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking you down
  86. I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health because you never stop studying
  87. The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere
  88. I accidentally punched you in the face when I was too overexcited about something
  89. I thought you were my friend who’s just done something awful to me (read: cut my hair while I slept, dyed all of my clothes pink, etc. etc.) because you look similar from behind so I stormed up to you and shoved you from behind while calling you a crude name
  90. Oooh when you told me your name I thought you were joking because it’s awful and I made a joke about it and things got awkward real fast
  91. “okay I know that being in the woods at 2am is a weird thing to be doing but my friend called me and- wait, why are you in the woods at 2am, I’m going to die aren’t I?”
  92. We keep accidentally running into each other I’m not a stalker I swear iii) You live across from me in our apartments and we smile when we see each other but we don’t really know each other and (you fill in here)
  93. You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and you look good in the outfit I picked out for you
  94. I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex
  95. You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and I think I like you too? (Not a favorite, but eh it’s okay)
  96. Somewhere along the way of getting into bar fights together, staying up all night with movie marathons, other friendship things, I’ve fallen in love with you but oh my gosh this could ruin EVERYTHING
  97. I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit and I’m in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP
  98. The first words your true love(s) will say to you are tattooed on you and why the are their first words something really (insert desired adjective here with word examples)
  99. You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18

anonymous asked:

Do you mind some cute femui/cyrus fluff?

“Silas, I’m sooo booored.” You drawled, leaning against your dashing young rogue with a heavy sigh. The man chuckled, looking away from the parchment in his hands to gaze down at you. The pair of you had been working on tackling the various letters to and from family and friends of the soldiers, and since it’d been a rather slow day in the camp, you’d found the time to knock out a bundle of them.

Little did you know it would be one of the most boring things you’d ever done in your entire life.

“Losing steam already, Corrin? But we’ve only just started!” He mused, making you roll your eyes and sigh again.

“I didn’t think this would be so dull. Otherwise I would’ve offered to join the men to hunt for tonight’s dinner. Cutting down wild game is probably loads more interesting than writing ‘thank you, thank you, thank you’ over and over again. Sorting the letters isn’t much more interesting, either.”

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Requested: Forget the World & Just Look At Me. // Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You weren’t immune to overcoming your grief but it seemed to carry itself on your shoulders, never leaving your soul. You needed help and your boyfriend Chris was going to make sure you got it.

Characters: Chris x Reader

Warnings: swearing, fighting, dirty talk, guns,

Word Count: 900+

A/N: Another imagine from a prompt request.

Requested: Prompt 8! With Chris! Can you make it that there was a death in the readers family and he’s trying to comfort her?

Song: A Long Way From Home by the Lumineers. — It was used to explain her brothers death and what happened throughout the story.

                                                    ***

                           Days of my youth wasted on a selfish fool.

            Who ran for the hills from the hand you were dealt, I flew far away, 

                                        As far as I could go.

                  Your time is running out and I’m a long way from home…

The world seemed as if it was made for punishing those who didn’t need it maybe it was the fact that you were reading only bad articles about earthquakes, tsunamis that hit the coasts of a group islands in the middle eastern sea, and pretty much any natural disaster you could find. It was like a sickness, being depressed.

Almost an addiction to you, it’s like you couldn’t shake off the anger, the upset feeling you’d been carrying from seeing the sight of anyone your brothers age. Anyone who looked remotely like him left you dizzy with a headache. Maybe your brain couldn’t process the information.

Like it had been rejecting it all this time. Refusing to accept it for you, leading you to make yourself sick with google searches of his name, finding articles on what had happened, the news coverage footage that you’d refused to see when it had been going on, the search.

Just the right thing could set you off, and today it looked like it would be your orange juice, I guess.

“Fuck! Motherfucken juice fuckin’ spilt on my white rug. You idiot, YN.”

You had been mumbling to yourself as you grabbed the rug cleaner out from under the sink. “Why a white rug? You fucking idiot that’s why it was on sa- fucking shit!”

A loud bang sounded you’re empty apartment as you hit your head on the top of the cupboard. A tear escape your eye from the pain in your head now feel like a drum had decided to take camp at your ears as you felt loud vibrations with every heartbeat you had. Getting up and seeing nothing of rug cleaning sorts. You, grumbling you grabbed your purse and a jean jacket and head out the door.

 You hadn’t realized how furious you were until you saw everyone at work earlier that day just going about their day. As if you had a rose-colored glasses world and now the glasses were lifted and everything seemed awful.

It was is if the world really hated you today, though. People were disgustingly in love with the sunshine pouring into Boston today, everyone was out of town, with their bathing suits and books at the beach which left Boston in an eerily silent state. No shouts were heard on the streets, nothing but cars driving for Exit 8, heading out of Boston to the nearest beach.

      It had been getting harder and harder each day to function, especially with your boyfriend- the only thing keeping you from going insane- having to leave in a few days to go back to work in Atlanta.

Chris hadn’t realized that you were home yet from work. Normally he was the first one to get home, but today you couldn’t stand the sight of anyone happy. It wasn’t unexpected but it wasn’t something that you were particularly happy about either. In fact you were fucking furious. How could the world do this to you? After taking your father when you were still too young to remember him and now this? Your brother too? Was this some cruel joke on you?

The fight broke out after Chris had come home to a messy apartment; with shattered glass on the floor and dishes weeks old. Chris screamed your name over and over, running up the stairs and started searching every room until he winded up in the two of you’s bedroom. Staring at the door of the bathroom, he saw saw the light illuminate out from under the door. Knowing you were there and not in a good state he was sure.

       That’s where he found you; curled up by the wall in the bathroom nursing a wine bottle as another was rolling towards his feet, “Oh my god…” He whispered out like a breath. He was breathless, she was a mess and he had seen his days of drunk women but this was a whole new level. You weren’t giddy with tiny burps, you were mumbling to yourself and shaking your head over and over as you took another swig of wine;

It was two months. Two months since they had found your brother on the bathroom floor.

“Give me the bottle, YN!”

  “Fuck off!” You screamed tugging on the only thing that could numb the ache in the pit of your empty stomach.

Letting go from your loud barks, Chris finally gave in. He let go mid tug sending you backwards and fumbling with the glass bottle, only to have it slip from your hand and come crashing down breaking right next to you foot. The smell of the alcohol permeated the room while the pain of glass in your foot wasn’t felt. He saw your eyes go wide with the crash and you screamed like you had dropped an award on the ground.

“NO!” He lunged and grabbed you holding in the air as your legs kicked out, screaming to be put down.

“No! YN you need to talk to me, alcohol isn’t gonna solve it!”

“IT’S TOO MUCH! It’s t-t-to-o much t-o think about it! If I want to live in a damn fantasy world, I think I have that privilege!”

“I’m so sorry that you had to lose him so young, YN I really am! But life needs to go on, after a death. I know you had to endure a shit show in finding him and for all that effort to end up with the end result? I can’t imagine losing my own brother, YN. I really can’t. But you need to let him go.”

“It may not solve it but it will numb this feeling!” Tears ran down your face, spilling onto the floor along with your blood and the red wine both staining the white marble tile.

“No. No. I-I…NO!” It was like all of a sudden that barrier I had up broke like a dam and suddenly it all came to flood my body. I fell to the ground, first fast but then slowly as Chris caught me mid-tumble. I was screaming with hot tears burning my cheeks as they flamed red with lack of oxygen.

Carrying you out of the bathroom, which needed cleaning before he’d let you back in there where inevitably you’d be throwing up in an hour.

   Setting you on the bed he grabbed some water on the bedside table and a towel from earlier that morning used on your hair to dry it. He dipped the towel and soaked it with Luke water, wringing it out before he started to wipe your face off.

“I know, baby. I know baby, I’m so sorry. Forget it all, forget the world. Just look at me. I’m it, there’s nothing else out there but just me. Okay?” He kept repeating that over and over as he tried to sober you up, and clean off your face. Throwing the towel aside he opened his arms and you jumped back into their warmth. It was like being wrapped up in a loving, warm blanket, when he held you.

He never let you get cold in his arms, and that reminded you something of a sobering thought. You quietly mumbled a request into his shirt but Chris couldn’t hear you.

“Repeat that, sweetheart?”

Sniffling and pulling away only a little bit you looked up at him with tear covered lashes; making them appear thicker and glossy.

“I asked if you could sing to me, it helps me forget about the world…” You looked down, embarrassed by your words that Chris taken as a compliment. Nodding he kissed your tangled hair, Chris felt the knots when he tried combing it with fingers.

He just held you close as tears spilt fast down your cheeks… letting the words coming from Chris’s throat cloud your noisy brain. Keeping a hand holding your head up and onto to his chest, brushing your hair with his hand. He raked his fingers through your hair giving you almost a head massage. Thoughts of that the simple pleasure to just stand next to him again was gone. Never letting him protect you again or hugging him and seeing that stupid smile he always had plastered on his face.

        You wished for one picture to have of him, you screamed for one more moment to tell him how good of a man he had turned out to be.

He sang even while you had your head in his shirt, you had muffled the grieving screams of never getting the thoughts and memories running into your brain.

Memories of him and his laugh, the one you always strived to make appear when you were younger and saw him in his struggling days of addiction. He’d crack that same smile you possessed from your mother and would let out a loud chuckle, tilting his head back as he was laid up in bed.

Chris didn’t flinch once, not even when your screams shook even your eardrums..

All he wanted was to help you. He was determined to do anything he could to help you. Softly he whispered in your ear while you screamed. He knew if he kept whispering you’d stop shrieking and listen to him. He nodded and kissed your already sweaty forehead and leaning back to the headboard, holding you as close as he could. As close as you we’re comfortable with, which was as close as you could get. His arms were your world now, nothing but that and a soft voice singing Frank Sinatra’s rendition of Try A Little Tenderness.

                           Held on to hope like a noose, like a rope

                          God and medicine take no mercy on him.

                       Poisoned his blood, and burned out his throat.

                       Enough is enough, he’s a long way from home.   

I hope you guys liked this! I’m still working on catching up in imagine requests and if you requested something via messages you can still send it in if you are still waiting. You probably don’t remember though…. I’m trying to make sure I get these out from oldest request to newest. Requests are open though, if you have a story that you’d like written :)

anonymous asked:

hihi just thought i'd say that i stumbled upon ur blog and think ur art is absolutely STUNNING! you have such vibrant colors and it's very expressive, and the colors you use are breathtaking!! keep up the good work :D!

Aw man, anon! If only there were more anons like you, that’s so sweet of you to take the time to say. Thank you! 

(Especially since I’m accustomed to asks being spam blogs and then got this delight.)

things i hate about traditional artwork

-Having to make sure you clean your erasers before you got to erase
-There is no such thing as completely erasing something, it lingers, the ghost of what once was watches you as you try to just ignore it and complete the piece.
-the obvious sign of where you used whiteout
-oops your pencil broke and you cannot find a sharpener/ran out of lead for you mechanical pencil
-Trying to blend colored pencils, markers, etc is just a pain in the ass and 90% doesn’t work quite as well as you’d wish it would
-that perfect hand, body, etc that you just drew needs to be over about an inch or so to be in proportion, don’t weep on your paper or else you’ll tear it as you erase and start over.
-Damn, it’s not like i liked that picture the markers decided to bleed onto
- nO DON’T TOUCH THAT IT’S STILL DRYI-fuck…
-Accidentally bending the paper
-having to make eight hundred trips a week to recycle because you can’t just throw that much paper in the normal trash bin without feeling extremely bad/guilty
-yes mother i know i have a lot of sketchbooks, please, i know, i need this i’ll pay you back.
-which sketchbook was that in again?
-in person the colors on this piece are beautiful, i’m sorry the camera/scanner doesn’t pick them up very well.
-i’m sure i can drink this open container of beverage, i’m caref-OH MY GOD NO WHY ME WHYYY
-why the hell did you doodle on this piece of work, no i cannot just erase it what the hell is wrong with you
-now that i finished this detail work let me just remove my hand and god fucking dammit i smeared the ink, RIP
-”Wouldn’t it be a shame if your nose were to start bleeding… RIGHT AS YOU LEAN OVER YOUR WORK HAHAHAHHA BITCH”
-no, please don’t try and grab my work while i’m in the process of drawing it, oh thanks you just ripped it…
-indents on the paper that refuse to let you color them in
-literally everything, traditional artwork is awful, everything about this sucks

8

nothing but a mere illusion

Blurbs: Neighbors

Fred:

Today was the day that you would paint your apartment. The paint cans had been sitting in your living room for two weeks, which didn’t bother you but it bothered  Fred. Fred was determined to remove those eyesores from your living room, and after listening to him tease you on the matter for several weeks you finally caved. Now the two of you were spending your Saturday afternoon painting your living room, and you hadn’t stopped smiling since the moment he arrived.

“I don’t understand why they couldn’t just call this color grey,” Fred joked. “ Why does it have to be called porpoise.”

“Fred, there are multiple shades of colors not just the one. Don’t you notice the undertone of blue in the color instead of it simply looking grey,” you inquired. When Fred rolled his eyes at you, you walked up behind him, rolling your roller down his back.

“Y/N what was that for?” Fred gasped in surprise. “This was my best painting shirt.” You smirked, happy with your handy work.

“Now you’ll never forget what porpoise looks like,” you winked. Just as you turned back to the wall you were painting, you heard Fred stepping toward you and you spun around just in time to prevent him from painting your shirt.

“Aw come on Y/N be a good sport. There’d be no purpose of keeping this paint to myself,” Fred grinned reaching for your arm causing you to shriek with amusement.

Originally posted by no-one-tells-me-who-i-love


George:

You smiled in relief as George unlocked the door of your apartment. For some odd reason you tended to get locked out of your apartment fairly often, at least twice a week. When your friend and neighbor George saw you calling locksmiths twice a week, he insisted that you give him your key. Every time he unlocked your door, you treated him to tea and scones promising him that you wouldn’t lock yourself out again. The next week it happened all over again; you’d leave your keys on the counter or at work and George would come to save you. As time went on you began to love the days you’d forget your keys because those were the days you got to spend time with George. “One of these days you’re going to get tired of me offering tea and scones,” you teased as you set the kettle on the stove.

“Oh I’d never get tired of this. It’s not really the tea I come for anymore Y/N,” George admitted. “It’s more for the company actually.” You felt warmth creeping up your face and looked away in embarrassment.

“Oh you don’t really mean that,” you blushed your eyes not meeting his. “I’m just the silly girl who forgets her key.”

“Y/N, look at me please,” George asked, his voice soft. Obediently, you looked up into his orbs, which were focused on you. “It’s not just about unlocking the door for you Y/N. I’ve always wanted to get to know you better and these chats have allowed me to do that.”  You felt red flowers of embarrassment blooming on your face once more.

“Any particular reason you want to get to know me better George?” you inquired, your pulse quickening in anticipation of his answer as you dared to move closer to him.

“So I could do this,” George answered as he pulled you closer to him and placed his lips over yours. His kisses were gentle and slow as they tried to memorize the movement of your lips. You loved how his lips felt against yours, sending sparks of electricity down your spine the longer you stayed connected. The kiss was much too short, but then again the two of you never confessed the feelings you had toward each other.  

“I suppose the next time I lock myself out, we can go out on a proper date,” you offered, still in shock over what happened.

“Don’t forget the tea and scones Y/N,” George whispered in your ear before placing another kiss on your lips. “We can’t go without those can we?”  

Originally posted by thatblueeyedgirl1221



Warnings: Stalker / Creepy person following you

Harry:

“Harry!” you called as you pushed the buzzer to his room frantically. “Harry please let me in the building.” You could hear the footsteps growing closer, and your heart thumped faster in terror as you continued press the buzzer. In your rush to get to your apartment, you left your keycard in your car. When you realized you were missing your keycard, you heard heavy footsteps and laughter behind you forcing you to abandon the idea of returning to your car. Now you were at the mercy of Harry to open the door before the person in the shadows reached you.
“Come on little lady don’t you want to have a fun time?” the stranger called in the dark, making your blood go cold. Where was Harry? Just when you were about to give up hope, you saw Harry running toward the door wand drawn. When he opened the door, you wrapped your arms around him, tears in your eyes.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” you breathed, your voice barely higher than a whisper. You started to relax as you felt Harry’s lips press against your head.

“I won’t abandon you Y/N,” Harry purred into your ear pulling you closer. “I’ll always be there for you.”  

Originally posted by iltuosorrisomeenamora