this scene is a joy to color

White Winter (A Gency Christmas)

A story based off of Blizzard’s Christmas comic, Reflection. A story of Genji’s reflection and Mercy’s endearing surprise.

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Favorite Stiles Scenes: Season 6A, Episode 10: The Reunion with Dad Part 1: ‘I found you. I can’t believe I found you.’

Come on, you had to know this scene would be first one I would do! ;) Anyway, I absolutely love this scene. It’s the absolute, sheer joy on the Sheriff’s face that does it. He’s so happy to see his son again he’s almost in tears. And Stiles has missed him so much that all he can do is hug him as tight as he can. I love the Sheriff/Stiles relationship so much and you can tell that Linden and Dylan really care about each other. 

I also absolutely love the coloring for this set. I feel like I got it just perfect and you can see everything. I’m working on the second half of this scene when the Sheriff ‘sacrifices’ himself so Stiles can get out. Hopefully that one will be out tomorrow or this weekend. 


favorite scenes: [19/∞] nathan and haley

“Jamie had a blast today. The guys built him a snow fort. I know that you came here just for him. And I love you for that, Haley.”


You stepped out of your car finally, braving the rain that was beginning to lightly fall from the sky above but thankfully you kept an umbrella in your backseat for moments like this. It was a weekday, mid-afternoon which meant you were now at your son’s school picking him up for the day to return home and get ready to make dinner.

Caleb was always excited to see you when you came to pick him up. He’d escape from his friends or his pre-school teacher to run over to you and wrap his arms around you, excitedly yelling your name. It was always a cute scene and often picking him up was the joy of your day. Though he was able to speak little words that big grin let you know how thankful he was to see you every afternoon.

You entered the building and followed the familiar route to his classroom, rounding the corner and entering the room but something was different…

Your eyes ran over the familiar faces of the other small kids, some stopping the coloring they were doing to wave your way as they recognized you as ‘Caleb’s mommy’ but your son was nowhere to be found. You knew he couldn’t have just ran off but your slow steps were still full of worry as you approached one of the teachers. The smile on her face when she saw you was a bit calming. There was no way she would be smiling if something had happened to him.

“Um, hi. I was just coming to pick up Caleb. I don’t see him anywhere. Is he in the bathroom?” She continued smiling and immediately shook her head, “Oh no, he’s not in the bathroom. His father came to pick him up.”

Your face immediately screwed in confusion. Isco had mentioned nothing to you about picking up your son. It was rare that he was able to make it here with the way his schedule was and the times he did you two either went together or he’d call to let you know he was picking up Caleb for you.

The teacher could tell you were a bit thrown off guard and began explaining, “He was just here a few moments ago. He may still be here actually.”

You finally managed to gather yourself and smiled. “Thank you, Ms. Moreno. I’ll find them.” You thanked her once again and began your trek outside of the classroom, your eyes moving everywhere to see if you could spot your husband and your son.

You moved further down the hall until you finally spotted them. Isco was busy smiling and talking to someone while Caleb stood timidly at his side, his father holding his shoulder to keep him in place. The sight of the familiar blonde Isco was talking to was what made your skin crawl.

Ariel was another parent at the school who seemed to always find a way to ask about Isco whenever she saw him or talk him up on the rare moments he was around. It was blatantly flirtatious and any time you dared to tell Isco that, he would simply laugh it off as if it was some sort of joke. To you it wasn’t.

You picked up your pace and soon arrived to your husband’s side, hearing a brief part of their conversation. “I bet. It must be rough being away,” Ariel flirtatiously giggled while Isco just smiled in agreement. He hadn’t noticed you standing there until you tugged his arm.

“Oh hey babe. When did you get here?” His eyes lit up at the sight of you as they often did. It may have also been the sight of your long hair down for once instead of thrown into a bun on the top of your head. He always loved when you wore your hair that way, mainly since it was so rare.

“I came to pick up Caleb. I didn’t expect you to be coming.” The young child hopped from Isco’s side and found way to you, clinging to one of your legs while you grinned down toward him, tossing his loose brown hair between your manicured nails. “Hey sweetie,” you spoke to the child.

“I got a bit of free time so I thought I’d grab the little guy. I meant to call you and let you know.” But you didn’t need any more explanation from him. You just turned to Ariel who was still smugly standing there. “Hello,” you greeted dully but the blonde knew better than to reciprocate the terrible greeting. She put on that fake smile and sang out, “Hey!”

Rather than finding her way away so you could begin your journey out with your husband, she decided it best to continue talking. “Me and Ice were just talking about how busy he’s about to be.” Your eyebrow raised as you turned to your husband. “’Ice’?” Who in the hell was that? Isco immediately chuckled, already knowing what was going through your head.

“It’s this little nickname Ariel gave me.” The blonde immediately giggled…again and added, “Cute, right?”

A sarcastic smile painted your glossed lips. “So cute.” You took Caleb’s hand into yours to signal your departure. “Well, I’ll leave you two to your conversation. “ And without another word you took steps down the hall and outside toward your car.

You were sure Isco would soon be following behind you, pleading for you not to be upset. You opened the backseat door and picked Caleb up into his car seat while you asked about his day, taking off his small backpack as you did. “How was school? What did you all do?”

“I drew a picture!” The young child gleefully yelled out, now fumbling with the zipper of his backpack so he could show you his artwork. He pulled out a torn piece from a coloring book, an elephant scribbled blue and grey front and center. It was yet another picture to be added to the walls of his bedroom. “I love it! We’ll put it up in a frame when we get home.”

You buckled him safely and shut the door once you were done, now moving to and sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the car. And that’s when you saw Isco hurrying his steps in your direction. With a proud smirk on your face, you locked the door before he could pry the passenger side open.

He knocked on the window and pointed to the lock but you simply continued to smirk and shook your head, mouthing the word no. He was beginning to grow frustrated with your stubborn jealousy. “It was a simple conversation,” he explained through the muffled glass. Instead of continuing his pleas to you, he turned to his son for help. “Cal, tell your mom to open the door!”

But you simply tauntingly waved your fingers to signal goodbye and that you were about to pull off. Isco heaved a deep sigh knowing he wasn’t going to get through to you right now so he began to back away. “I’ll see you at home.”

You had arrived before Isco and was now taking off your son’s jacket before he ran to his room to play with the toys he had so dearly missed during his absence. While he ran off, you heard the door to your home open which only meant that your husband was now home.

“Hello Ice,” you stated densely. He immediately began walking towards you, taking you tightly into his grasp. “You’re so jealous, I swear. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

He took your chin into his hand, making you stare straight at him. “You know what.” He took your lips against his for a kiss, placing them there for a moment before withdrawing and leaving you with an extra small peck. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I don’t like her. “

“It was a simple conversation! You can’t expect me to just dismiss the woman.”

“I kind of do actually.”

He threw a stale look in your direction before withdrawing his hands from around your waist to let you know he was done with the conversation. You couldn’t stop the small grin from cracking your face. “Okay, okay. Fine,” you gave in. “I shouldn’t be jealous,” you murmured.

You weren’t willing to concede so you kept your admission low but Isco was only going to make you repeat it. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear that,” he poked.

You spoke up this time. “I shouldn’t be jealous.”

And now a proud grin was on your husband’s face. “That’s what I thought. Now hurry up and help me cook dinner.” He placed a playful smack to your ass before heading off to the kitchen with you soon following behind.

Change of Seasons
March 21, 2017

I love when Bob uses colors. It’s so much fun. Winter scenes are lovely and all, but I just love putting all the yellows and reds on. This was a fun little one to paint, even if I redid the water 25 times. I got two new little brushes and they helped immensely. No baby animals in this episode although Bob does talk about the importance of caring for animals. Sigh.

I was also in a rotten mood earlier this week and this painting definitely helped to snap me out of it. Thanks Bob, you’re the bomb.

Bob’s Wisdom: Painting should make you happy. Shoot, there’s enough unhappy things in the world. Painting should be one of those things that brightens your day.
On Inside Out Costume Design

Okay, so I am always amazed by the amount of detail that goes into animated films (especially Pixar). One thing I noticed that made me really excited was how Pixar used the colors as emotions theme in the clothes that Riley wore. (It wasn’t all of the time but many of the prominent scenes in the film.) 

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Bilbo in the colors of the asexual flag (insp.)

King Under the Mountain~

This is a mixed media painting; Watercolor, colored pencil and marker on Strathmore watercolor paper. Its about 5x8″ tall, so not too big.

The Hobbit is really my favorite story of all time, its my favorite book. So being able to paint scenes and portraits from it really brings me a lot of joy. (Not to mention I love a good dirty grimy face).