yulipo said:Oh my god aaaaaa thank you so much for the follow!! Your art is gorgeous its really an honor o)～＜!!!!
waaa np!!! thank you for the follow too!! your art is very gorgeous! ^o^
Anonymous said:do you clean your drawings with the linework layer or do you just draw as clean as you can? im interested because i have struggle with linework.. and i wonder if you draw your lines with one move (like face for instance)
SWEATS…forgive me if i mistook yoru question…. you mean sketch first then clean it into a linework? nope, i line from the start… &yes i tend to keep it clean (but if you zoom u will find messiness) i really, don’t recommend my ways tho sketch is important…! after drawing face i’ll get lost on how the body will be like, so pls do sketches…. (i’m just.. a very lazy person sometimes….) i start with face line, then eyes, hair etc
Common Physical Traits of The Signs to Look Out For
(based on PERSONAL experience so chill x - will include who I know that's each sign x).
Square/rectangular/broad bodies, average height and weight, confidence, great smiles, flat noses, darker skin, shiny hair that's usually short, not very light on feet/move awkwardly, flat chestedd, nails on fleek tho. (This one nerdy perfectionist chick from my old school, aunt).
Often chubby, big eyes with long lashes, curly hair or hair that stands out n a crowd, clear complexions, small mouths, heart-shaped heads, obviously insecure but still generally happy looking. (This one chick who was fab and loved astrology too but had the voice of a chainsaw in a meat grinder like leave please).
Sharp/pointy/little noses, weird necks, long hair, splotchy skin, blushes a lot, generally pretty, but thinks they're prettier than they are, dull eyes, nice teeth, either athletic/slim af or chubby af, short, you will always feel like they're better than you, look intelligent even when they're not, walks around like a toddler when in a mood, otherwise moves around quietly/carefully/gracefully.(frickin sister-in-law).
Thick af eyebrows, big noses, full/pouty lips, annoying laughter that sounds like crying, long necks, weird/broad shoulders, super facial expressions; they can talk to you just by looking at you, mouths are never still, awkward arms and hands, bad skin, huge smiles, big/bright/expressive eyes with heavy lids, constantly fluctuating weights, disappointing thighs, always the perfect height for you, soft yet nappy hair. (My big sister, this one guy, ME, my nonna, my gandpa, ChRiS pRattt).
Great hair; always an interesting color, average to tall heights, dull or just small facial features, up-turned noses, energetic/expressive eyes, great smiles, average weights/usually athletic, really small ears, washed out skin, undefined chin, super confident, white af teeth, their bodies are mainstream fitness goals, small af lips but the smirks they do make up for it. (A friend/squad member, my first ex, this one guy, this little kid, that little kids mom, my dog. Yea, I know my fcukin Leos).
Short, boxy eyebrows, still cuter than u, defined af jawline, ability to spontaneously grown goat-tee, pointy head, really stand out in a crowd, hair always wavy, big flat noses, eyelashes on fleek, can be really slender or just plain boxy, full/pouty lips, af, they look lost/worried/naive - but they still look happier and more approachable than you probably. (My big brother, this one kid at school with neckflaps and runs like mario, my friend/squad member, my moon sign).
Looks salty, intimidating af, resting bitch-face, short, thinnn but still got a layer of baby-fat, cute cheeks, eyebrows on FLEEK, weird shriveled up mouths, photogenic af, really big fish eyes, will steal your boyfriend, fuckin amazing hair, actual not confident at all, tries to look innocent, you feel like they're always better than you (they probably are) , really good at make up, uummm UR hAIRY *cries* (this one bitch adsfkdfkdfl,also my rising sign).
Long/straight/shiny hair, usually pale skin, tiny heads, either short or skinny, low-key Regina George, prettier than everyone else but gets over looked, weird chins, short limbs, weird af noses like what why is it so small (lele that's what she said), will remind you of a sword-fish at times, did I mention shortttt? (Cousins, Girl-crush/bff).
Smirky, squinty, fashion gOALS, undefined bodies like where are u, cuter than U, round faces, no eyebrows but lol who still has those it's 2015 loser, weird/no necks, fists that look ready to knock u tf out, have their guard up, looks good with lipstick/bright colors, you either try to hard or are too nonchalant, authority figures, you just kinda wanna go give em a high five. (Aunt,friend/squad member, my other dog [yes she no eyebrows]).
-PAUSE- y'all know that feeling just after u eat a truck load of TACOBELL and it feels like ur stomach made a 360 and you can practically feel lava dripping from your butthole, down your thighs? Yeah. That's how Caps make me feel - THEY WILL MAKE YOU NERVOUS AF. They are usually better than you even when they suck. Usually curly or wavy hair. Just general great hair. like wow. Kind/innocent/expressive eyes, Sporty AF, average to tall heights, great arms, biceps for days, thick necks, weird eyebrows, babyface/babymouth? Washed out skin, kinda potato (dumb), stocky, usually have abs, big/pug noses, nice profile, big hands, you just feel like curling up to them and talking for hours but if you have a crush on one ur first instinct will be to run FAR away before you look stupid. (my ex who I hate, this guy I liked who liked me and we dated but not officially just made out etc and then we both moved, my crush who is the biggest crush I've ever had, my favourite kickboxer who is also hot af. yea, clearly I have a type).
Big/soft/sad eyes, thick hair, freckles or moles, huggable, either really short or really tall, chubby, boxy eyebrows, skin tans easily, nice lips, cute cheeks, stronger than they look (physically nooot mentally), calm af, understanding faces, even when they're old they're nice to look at, not intimidating, how they feel inside will always affect how they look outside. (My mom, my mom's cat, Favourite singer, my first girl crush whose now a bitch).
TALL AF. Usually waaaay dark, babyface, instant-beard powers, strong af, reminds you of obama, you just wanna shake their hand, sleepy af eyes, grinds teeth when angry, bad posture, always looks up when thinking, judgmental, premature gray hair, generally just a lot of hair, except on the head u bald bye. (my dad... papa if ur reading this hi im just kidding teehee).
bloggers!! @arabellesicardi writes the best beauty criticism!! rec reading is this self-care interview+this trich article and i got the dr. g peeling gel because of them. inés aaliyah @bedpartymakeover is a professional makeup artist so she always has really good tips. i also love eating ice cream and watching kaya @kartari ‘s videos bc she’s lovely and has the best eyeshadow like, ever, and @makeupproject posts pretty pictures that i scroll thru to drown out the mindless noise of public transportation
clexa prompt : "i’ve been asked to give a presentation on safe sexual practices, and you will not stop asking me uncomfortable questions to embarrass me, please stop, i know you know the answer to that, we did it last night"
Continuation of the “mafia au” (which has been re-categorized as organized crime au for cultural sensitivity)
–Our little mob bosses–
The sound of curtains being pushed back, the sound of metal
rings against a metal curtain rod, the sounds of birds, probably the ones that
liked to convene at the top of Jinki’s penthouse loft like it was their
personal mission was to make Minho’s morning a personal inescapable hell. Then
there was Jinki’s irritatingly smooth tenor and his gentle but firm commands.
All of it was grating Minho’s nerves thin.
.That along with the fact that he was still there. Four days
later and he was still there. Why?
–snap– Oh, that’s right. There was a million dollar motherfucking
bounty on his head.
.How? It went like this:
At first, it was a purchase price of 25,000 from the Hans,
which Minho thought was kinda lowballing it. He was a human; humans should go for more than the price of a fucking
Hyundai sedan. Then Jinki, obviously thinking it was a game and having more fun
with Minho’s life than made sense–publicly
declared that Minho’s loyalties belong to him. Minho still had not figured out where Jinki was pulling this ‘loyalty’
shit from, possibly from his ass that was somehow connected to his mouth hole.
The Kims countered the Hans price with a 50,000 offer–mainly
just to fuck them. One of the Hans goons had
just murdered the son of the Kim’s boss over Minho. The Swans, who Jinki
constantly referred to as sleazy narcissistic lowlifes, told Jinki to fuck
himself when he said fifty-grand too low. By the time the Arangs got involved,
the four other syndicates decided it was best Minho was dead than to try and
buy him off Jinki. Which, thankfully, was never going to happen in the first
place. To which, Minho was happy with. Being traded like a cow in what felt
like four angry people yelling at each other through tin cans on a string was
not the best of feelings.
So now Minho was more or less trapped here with the boss of
the Lee Family.
Jinki slapped at his feet under the covers. “You can’t sleep
in all day.”
Sleep in. That
made Minho laugh, if you could call gurgling like a sleepy toddler laughing.
Jinki was methodical, he was relentless, he moved like a
machine and expected…demanded, more like it, that everyone around him to do the
same. He woke up at five every morning, before normal human beings, before the
fucking sun. By five-fifteen he was cooking breakfast. This morning it was
fried sausages and French toast from the smell of it.
At five-twenty, Key, one of Jinki’s underbosses, was promptly
delivering his greetings and a status report on his western chunk of Lee
territory. Taemin, who oversaw all of Jinki’s errand team, arrived at
five-thirty, mainly for nothing else but to steal a sausage from Jinki’s frying
pan. Jonghyun, Jinki’s underboss over the eastern territories was there at
five-forty five. By six, they were eating together in Jinki’s dining room.
That’s how it usually went. That unfortunately included
He felt Jinki move from the window to loom over him, his
form casting a shadow over the bed. Minho tugged the thick warm duvet over his
head, the scent assaulting him as he did. It smelled woodsy, clean, manly, a
scent Minho was fastly beginning to associate with Jinki, to Minho’s chagrin.
Jinki yanked the covers back from Minho’s head and Minho
resisted the urge to hiss. “You do this every morning. C’mon, get up, sleepy
boots,” and Minho could hear the smirk in his voice, “you act as if I wore you
out last night or something.”
Minho groaned. Jinki kept making these really ridiculous
allusion to them having sex–which had not
happen–and there was nothing Minho could say that could make him stop. He
usually slipped them in casually, but there was always a betrayal in the
way his voice sounded full of smug laughter.
“Okay. Fine. Stay sleep. However, if you don’t get up, I’m
going to get under those covers and make you get u–“
Minho’s eyes flew open. “I’m up.”
made good on that promise, sliding into the bed and slipping his hands around
Minho’s waist. Jinki had a very…stubborn morning wood problem and the last thing Minho
needed was to feel…that.
The first thing Minho saw was Jinki’s smile. “Good morning,” he said softly as Minho looked up at him. He bent over and brushed the
hair out of Minho’s face. “There’s food for you.”
Minho didn’t want to think about how good Jinki looked with
the sun shining behind his head, casting a godly light around his body like he
was deity or something. Minho knew better. Jinki was the devil.
After shuffling to the bathroom and making use of his travel
kit, Minho made his way into the kitchen, automatically sitting at the chair to
The first morning, he was subjected to this ritual. Jinki
demanded he sit to his right and of course, Minho pushed back because who the
hell was Jinki to demand anything from him? Taemin, the one who’d continued to
call him Kermit despite knowing his name, let him know that the seat next to
Jinki was the safest. He nodded towards the window.
Minho had to lean back from around a brick column and out a
window. Taemin was right. There was a rooftop across the street, one prime for
an assassination attempt. Minho was a prime target
for assassination. So now it was an automatic thing, sit to Jinki’s right.
Stand at Jinki’s right. Jinki apparently was the only thing keeping him alive.