ugh this was not easy to color


Steve x Reader

Summary: What does the color pink stand for?

Word Count: +2.8k | Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT. Oral sex (f receiving), one nsfw gif (directly under the cut) UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang before you bang, bitches)  

A/N: so, i wrote some kinks that Steve may have and i just had to write this down, ugh. show me some love, give me some feedback. and this is my first time writing steve x reader smut, so go easy on me

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anonymous asked:

what if MC have met Seven before, but he was on a mission doing crossdressing? love eveything you write, babe <3

Countdown to the Cake : 9

The Lipstick



Ugh… these heels are killing him! Seven stretches his legs a little in the bathroom of the club, moving his toes to give them a little air after being trapped inside this shoe for almost 3 hours now. How do girls handle this?

To be honest, he didn’t really need to wear heels, maybe not even a dress. Who knows? Maybe his target would like a tomboy girl? Who happens to be a boy? And this boy happens to be a secret gent ready to seduce the guy in order to get some information about that new government project? Yeah, the outfit wasn’t really important, but… he looked so damn fine on it.

He checks himself in the mirror once more, running his fingers through the silky hair of the brunette wig. Hum, maybe it’s time to touch up this lipstick.

You walk into the bathroom. You were almost scared that douchy guy would follow you even inside the ladies’ bathroom, but he didn’t. At least he wasn’t that douchy, but still… he held your arm before you entered. You made such an effort to get rid of him you ended up losing a little of your balance and bumped in this girl.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I…” you look at her, she’s… beautiful, even with her lipstick all smudged, probably by you when you accidentally pushed her.

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine, he couldn’t waste time cleaning himself, time was running, his boss expected that information in 2 hours, tops.

“Oh, look at you, I… here, let me help you.” You picked some wipes of your purse.

“Why do you carry wipes with you?” is his voice high enough?

“Hm? Oh, these are to keep my face dry. I have super oily skin!” do you? It looks really fine to him, especially looking this close…

“Well, they say people with oily skin have fewer wrinkles.”

“Oh, with this much oil I’ll look in my 20s till I’m 80!” you two laugh, he was good at girl talking!

He feels a little shiver going down his legs when your wipe reaches his lower lip, your nails brushing lightly to his chin. Whoa, your focused eyes are really beautiful… and your mouth… looks really beautiful with this pink lipstick, it’s a nice color that goes great with your skin tone. Who cares it’s oily? It looks so smooth…

“Done!” you say, crumbling the wipe and throwing in the trash can. “You can put your lipstick again, I won’t bump into you anymore!”

“Can… can you help me? I think I’m a little tipsy…” he giggles. “Shouldn’t have drank all those margaritas.”

“Ugh, been there, girl. Once I mixed mojitos with vodka and woke up in the public library’s bathroom!” you laugh, maybe you are the one a little tipsy here? If he leans a little closer, maybe he can smell some alcohol… no, but he can’t do that, you are already too close!

He hands you his lipstick and you carefully contour the borders. Another shiver as he stares at your eyes. So, so beautiful…

You grab his chin to hold him in place, he feels an electric wave dancing through his whole body. What’s wrong with him?

“Here you go, honey.” You touch his arm and bring him to the mirror, he can’t help smiling, it looks better than if he did himself.

“It looks so good, thank you… honey.”

“You’re welcome! I gotta say, this color is amazing! Where did you get?”

“Oh, I got in one of my trips to Thailand, they have really cool make up products, there’s also this nail polish brand that…” why can’t he shut up? Is it because you’re looking at him with so much attention? Or is it because for the very first time he wants to be heard? “Anyway, I… I… like lipsticks that accentuate my eye color…”

“Oh yeah, your eyes are beautiful…” what are you saying? Your eyes are beautiful! You are beautiful! And so nice… and funny… and sweet… gahhh! His phone! It’s vibrating, indicating it’s time to move!

“I… gotta go! My… boyfriend is waiting for me…what about yours?” uh, Seven! So smooth, trying to find if you’re taken… even though he can’t do nothing with this information.

“Ugh… that guy outside? No, he’s not my boyfriend! We dated for a while, but now he won’t leave me alone! Guys… they always say we get attached too easy, but when you say you just want a fling, they immediately turn into this clingy mess! I can’t stand!”

“Yeah, men are… psss, the worst! Good for you trying to get flings, though.”

“Well, you never know, maybe I’ll have flings for the rest of my life, or maybe I’ll fall in love for one of them, or… I don’t know, maybe I can bump into my soulmate in some random place… it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you?”

“Yes, it really is…” uh oh, his voice was a little low now, almost like he forgot his character because his truly self agreed to you. You giggle as you stare at his face.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little drunk too. Go get your man, girl!”

“Yes, I’m going… nice to meet you!”

“You too!” as he opens the door, you notice he left his lipstick with you. “Hey, uhm… your lipstick!”

“Keep it! It will look better on you.” He blows a kiss in the air for you and leaves.

Was she hitting on you? Well, you’re flattered, she’s really nice and cute.

Seven feels his heartbeat almost in his throat, what was that? How is it possible feeling so embarrassed, yet so comfortable around someone? He felt cold and hot at the same time,

And though it’s time to keep it serious and go after that guy, he can’t stop smiling as he remembers your voice, your eyes, your sweet smile, and your words… if only he could have caught a name…

No! What is he thinking? He wouldn’t be able to do anything, just imagine if his boss finds out he interacted with someone during one of his undercover missions, if they found out your name too and went after you… someone so innocent and nice…

Your words… “it’s cool, right? The way life and people can surprise you.” You probably didn’t even know you were talking about yourself, the brightest surprise he had in…years? And this was about him as well, if you found out the girl in the bathroom was a depressive secret agent, what would you do?

Yeah… it would be a surprise, but not the good kind. So it’s time to reset, agent 707, forget that girl… he probably will never see you again, anyway…

You can see the other days here!


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Sasuke was never much of a party person. It was a myriad of disasters waiting to happen, what with the hordes of people, thundering music, and enough alcohol to kill a blue whale. What was a quiet, reserved introvert supposed to do? Have a conversation with the only interesting thing in the room, the counter? Sasuke doubted he’d even know any people at this place, it was some club that his housemates wanted to spend the rest of the night at. Sasuke was new to the city, he’d moved out to it, across the country from his small hometown, in order to start university. There weren’t any prestigious schools back home, you see, and if Sasuke had any hope of making it in the competitive world, he’d have to suck it up and figure out how to make it in the city life. Luckily, his major was psychology, where his career goal was to become an adolescent psychologist. His work and study loads were often too hefty for him to have any downtime, much less social time.

So, he had to ask himself, why had he allowed his housemates to drag him all the way out here to some club he’d never heard of? Was it because Karin kept begging him to get out and enjoy life? Was it to make Suigetsu stop teasing him for being so introverted and shut in? Or, was Sasuke hoping this single, cautious venture would get his friends off his back? The answer was, ding ding ding, all three. The chances were slim, but hey, a guy can hope, can’t he? Karin said she’d been to the club a couple of times before, though it was fairly new, and she swore up and down it was a cool place. Flashy lights, good dancing music, great drinks, and an assortment of people to mingle around. For Karin, it sounded great. For Sasuke, it sounded like a nightmare. A bunch of sweaty bodies grinding against yours, a headache from the booming music, and hardly enough air in the room for everyone to breathe, nightmare. Sasuke had gotten used to hearing that he should “leave his comfort zone” and try new things, but for god’s sake, wasn’t moving hours away from home all on his own to start a demanding new life enough? That was a pretty damn far leap out of comfort for anyone!

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euphoria ; chapter 1

Originally posted by xiuchens

Pairing: OT13 x Reader
fluff, romance, light reading, college!au, drama (?)
Word count:

eu·pho·ri·a - a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.

“ because living with these thirteen dorky guys results happy moments, maybe with a little drama here and there and hint of angst. but, in the end, you will feel the euphoria with these boys. ”

a/n: this chapter was more like introduction part of the boys..

prologue | 1 | 2

Saturday morning never really your favorite, because you had to wake up early even though you had no class that day. You let out a small sigh as you make your way to the stove with a bowl of soybean sprout in hand and spoon on the other hand. After pouring the bean sprouts onto the pot and add some salt, you place the pot lid then went back to dining room with a look.

“Why is it, when something horrible and drunk happens, it’s always you three?” You sit beside one of the boy, he had been complaining about his headache since you came to the kitchen.

The boy turns to you with a scowl. “It’s all Soonyoung hyung’s fault, he told us we won’t party too hard last night. I shouldn’t have believes him, it’s always end up like this. Oh gosh, I feel like my head gonna explode soon.”

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A Genos and Fem!Saitama fanfic

Or “What Genos thought during his first interactions with fem!Saitama”. Please, enjoy.


The first thought that crossed his mind the first time he saw her in action was something between “Damn...” and “How in all the known hells?”.

In front of him was this bald and NAKED woman that with just one slap (ONE.FUCKING.SLAP.) obliterate into a red splat on the buildings the bat shit crazy mosquito monster girl that left him as a shredded piece of cyborg gore. “Who is this woman?! How did she do that?! Is she even human?!”

-  Man, I hate mosquitoes. – she said with the silliest of smiles.

-  WAIT! – he screamed, succesfully making her look his way – I AM GENOS! A CYBORG THAT FIGHTS FOR JUSTICE!! PLEASE TELL ME YOUR NAME!!! –

-  Eh? – she looked at him, her egg like face more than evident – I’m Saitama, why? –

-  ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR DISCIPLE!! – he requested in a scream.

He was desperate.

He needed to know how to become that powerful, needed to know how to be that immeasurable strong… in those times he had thirst for strenght… he had thirst for vengeance.

And this woman was the key to his goal.

-  Ah… Okay. – she said before turning on her heel and leaving.

Genos stayed laying there for a while, watching her back as she walked away and until it dissapeared from his sight, then using the communicator that Doctor Kuseno installed into his head he called the good Doctor to be retrieved and fixed. He had field investigation to do.


He is not a stalker, alright?

He is not.

One thing is field investigation and another very different is the shameful act of stalking.

He has an analitical mind. He needs stats, samples and observation notes before reaching any conclusion, and from his observation week on Saitama-sensei there is only one logical conclusion for her God like strength and that is that it is a total mistery.

-  You actually came… – she said in this suspicious incredulous whisper, her almond shaped eyes squinted in his direction – Errr… What was your name again? –

-  It is Genos, Saitama-sensei. –

-  How the heck did you found my place? And please don’t call me that. –

-  Internet, mistress. –


She invited him into her apartment and offered him a cup of tea while mumbling something about proper etiquette towards a guest (expected or not).

“This place is smaller that expected…” Thought Genos as he followed Saitama into the living room “…and dirtier.”

She was wearing that dreadly yellow full body suit.

“The cape is cool but… Ugh, that color.”

Once settled, Saitama put a very simple tea cup that had a wise quote printed on it in front of him.

-  Go home after you finish this one, I’m no lookin for discip-uh? How come you are in one piece again? –

-  Yes, since my body is mostly artificial it is easy to find spare parts. –

-  Dude, you are so weird. – she said flatly.

“Alright, let’s get this going.”

-  Sensei, what kind of artificial parts do you use? – he asked as directly as only he could.

-  None. – she answered as flatly as only she could.

-  Eh? Then what is that skin colored armor on your head? –

“She cannot be really bald, is she?”

-  It is MY skin. – Saitama was getting annoyed.

-  But that could only mean that you are already ba-


“Change of subject then.”

-  Could you hear my problem, sensei? –

-  No, thank you, please go home. –

After unsuccesfully telling his tale and being treated like an annoying ten year old, Genos finally put into ten exact words what he wanted from Saitama.  

-  Please, teach me how to become strong like you, sensei. –

“That’s it, I said it, please don’t say no, please don’t say no.”

-  Hmmmm. – Saitama seemed to deeply think her answer – Genos. – she opened her eyes and looked at him.

-  Yes, ma’am! –

-  How old are you? –

-  I am nineteen, ma’am! –

-  So young… I’m sure you will surpass me in no time then. –

-  Really?! –

-  You see, Genos, I’m twenty five, but I was twenty two when I started training three years ago. –

“Is she for real?!”

-  I don’t mind teaching you, Genos but… I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s gonna be tough. Are you ready to take it on? –

The seriousness in her voice, in her eyes, the sharp angles of her face, everything about that question screamed “ARE YOU READY?!”, challenging his resolve.

-  Yes, ma’am! –

And then he sensed them approaching.

The house of evolution.

That was a very eye opening day for Genos, that day he understood that there still are certain things that not even science can explain, no matter how common they seem.

This woman… this average looking bald woman surpassed all the human limitations by sheer will power and a ridiculous excercise routine.

-   …You guys messing around with evolution and the new human race and all that jazz will never make it far, the true power, our true power as human beings, is that we can change our selves on our own! – finished Saitama her speech.




“Are you shitting me?!” Thought Genos after hearing the ridiculous answer Saitama gave to the Asura Kabuto.


Saitama’s face deflated after hearing Genos rampage, it was obvious that he would not believe her… shit, not even she could believe it but…

-  Genos… - Saitama called him, her serious face becoming and egg once again, the sad light in her eyes stoping Genos’s rage – That’s all I did… I’m not lying. –

Genos was not sure if he could believe her words, but he certainly could believe her eyes.

“She is not lying.”

She was not.

And the one punch hit that exterminated Asura Kabuto was more prove than enough.

“Well, if not even she understands how her strength came to her… maybe I can find out how and apply it to myself.”

So he decided to stay by her side.

That was the second most (the first one being becoming a cyborg) important decision that would lead the rest of his life.


Turns out, she really was a very simple average woman (that could obliterate anyone and anything with one single punch), she liked discount sales, discount coupons, read manga, watching the news, cheap or free stuff, and her favorite hoodie was this oversized (yellow colored, again) thing that said “oppai” in big red letters at the front, and yet he found her charming in the most bizarre of ways.

She would make this silly little smile when a good bargain was in her hands, the usual blank stare could get this twinkle when a flyer announcing a new discount sale would land in her hands, her face could get all serious when the hero in her manga got into a pinch… and she was so humble and kind and selfless… How come no one knows about this woman?! How come no one is worshiping her like the heroine she is?! WHY?!

-  Wait… sensei, could it be that… since you are just a hero for hobby… –

“It can’t be, can it?”


The face that Saitama dedicated to Genos after his explanation about what the association was, was one of pure shock and disbelieving.

-  I had no idea. – she said, the surprise in her face making it even rounder – Wait, Genos, are you registered? –

-  No, why? –

-  Let’s go register our selves! – the silly little smile make its apperance in her face again, apparently this idea excited her – If you register yourself with me, I’ll make you my disciple for real this time! –

-  LET’S GO! –

Funny thing is, the first time Genos spoke to Saitama she was naked, yet he did not paid attention to her body due to the inmense awe he felt at that time (and because it was rude to stare), but when they did the physical part of the association entrance exam he could not tear his optical cameras from the hand like sculped body that was wearing a royal blue sports leotard. All the stats that appeared in his systems surpassed by far all the records… and those legs…and her long neck… and her thing yet firm arms… and her waist looked so frail, but one could see the faint line of her hard rock abs…

-  Genos, why are you naked? – she asked when her gaze landed on his figure.

-  I am not naked, sensei. Even though I’m not wearing clothing I am wearing my chastity plate. –

-  Uh-hu, dude you have officialy advanced from weird to creep. Anyway, you done too? –

-  Yes, Saitama-sensei. –

-  And? How did you do? –

-  Both the written and fitness tests were a walk in the park. –

-   I know, right?! I can’t believe it was so easy! –

-   One needs at least seventy points to pass the written part, but the fitness test is the one that really matters, so it shouldn’t pose a problem. –

When the results were given to them, Genos was not suprised to find out he was in the S-class, the strongest among the hero ranks but, if he was in the S-class, where could they place his sensei? Is there a God-class? Wait, what if they make a whole new class just for her?! That wouldn’t be surprising tho.

-  I-I… I ba-barely passed the wri-written part with a se-seventy one… I’m in C-class. –



-  Genos, are you sure about this? – Saitama questioned him when they arrived to a desolated place.

-  Yes, sensei. Thank you very much for accepting my unreasonable request. –

-  Yeah, well… I did promise I’d make you my disciple for real this time, but remember, this is just a sparring. It’s not like we are actually gonna fight, got it? – explained Saitama while taking her place some meters away from Genos.

“But that is exactly what I had in mind, sensei… I will attack you with all I have to make you fight back seriously too.”

But nothing made her be serious. His cannon blasts a mere breeze for her. His punches and kicks equals to the touch of a fly for her. His speed just like slow motion in her eyes. She was playing with him, he became the toy of this child like goddess whose eyes sparkled amusingly at the sight of his laser lights, and that made him feel so angry, he put more, and more, and more power into his attacks but nothing seemed to make her take him seriously.

Or so he thought.

It was just the fraction of a second, shorter than a blink… but it felt like if the time froze.

Death was staring right at him… powerful and cold… unstoppable.

He felt like the ant facing the gigantic thump that was about to squash it into nothingness… and then a flick to his forehead, as light as cardboard and as quick as a the tip of a whip… and then that was it.

And there was Saitama, smiling her silly smile and as fresh as a fucking lettuce.

-  I’m hungry. time for lunch, Genos! Let’s go eat udon! –


-  S-Sure… let’s go. – he mumbled.

He saw her retreating back for a second before turning his head and look at the damage, just then he understood…

A huge scratch like hole cut through the rock and beyond for what seemed to be kilometers, like if a giant nail scraped a piece of fabric.

“It doesn’t matter what I do… I can’t see myself coming even close to be as strong as sensei.”

-  Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you don’t like udon. –

Her voice brought him back to reality.

-  N-no, sensei. I do like udon. –

-  Good, because this place got one of the best I’ve tasted. –

The udon was good and the restaurant clean, Genos found himself feeling at peace and relaxed… When was the last time he felt like that?

Saitama seemed really impressed by the quantity of udon Genos could eat.

-  Well, you certainly don’t act like a nineteen year old boy but you sure can eat like one. –

Genos found himself smiling to the comment made by the woman.

-  Thank you, sensei. –

And then Amai Mask appeared and the good mood ran away, but when he came back to Saitama (who was waiting for him with a tiny worried frown between her eyes), they said good bye to each other and the next day Genos made the third most important decision that would lead the rest of his life…


-  Can I live here? – he asked as Saitama looked at him like if finally all sanity has left him.

They were at Saitama’s small apartment, it was almost noon but Saitama was still wearing her pajamas and was reading manga in a very “chill” position.

-   No. - she said while looking flatly at Genos.

-   I’ll pay rent. - he says and then smash a huge stack of money on Saitama’s tea table, right in front of her face.

Saitama looked at the money.

Saitama looked at Genos.

-   I hope you brought your toothbrush. –

“Victory.” He thought, a tiny smile in his face.


Kinda short. I don’t know, maybe will do a second part.

anonymous asked:

People who make Sara pale in art/gifs is eugh. As someone whose fam are darker skinned Italians like her, we've gotten a lot of shit historically for it, despite still being technically white. Colorism is a thing yall. And it just makes me sad seeing someone who looks like me and my family getting made pasty white for no reason.

I know, same with Phichit, and then creators will go out of their way to say that is just their aesthetic and ugh. No. 

Can we just not, really? Especially when it is so common for people to flip out if someone tries to draw a white character as black, then all hell breaks loose, but reverse it and people should just calm down and take it easy? Pfft.

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26, 32, 63

26: What are you craving right now?
JELLY BEANS.  Omg I want the butter popcorn ones so badly right now.  UGH.
32: What is your favourite color?
Grey and green.  But  I’m partially colorblind so they sometimes look the same.  
63: Would you change your name?
Nah, I kinda like it.  Its simple but easy to remember.  If I would I would change it to Ivan, but I think a name should be something someone else gives you.  

A Million Shapes and Colors|| Closed

@welcometovonwulfskimanor liked for a Virtue starter! (I’m guessing you want it for @ribbonsthelopmon, though??)


If Cherubimon had to stare at this scroll any longer, he might decide to tear it up instead. Translating these ancient texts was usually pretty easy, but this particular scroll was so faded and fragile that the Celestial was having a hard time making out anything.

He rubbed his temples and decided it had been a while since he had taken a break, perhaps he out to leave it alone for a few hours and come back at it with a fresh mind. That decided he left the library, only to run into one of the Phantomon guards who informed him that he had a visitor.

“Really, this time of day?” Cherubimon mused, “I wonder who it could be?”

My House is...Quiet ~With the Trolls~
Iwasaki Masami
My House is...Quiet ~With the Trolls~

Norway’s voice is so soothing…

The call that he makes to Iceland indicates that he and Ice were singing their songs at the same time~ Brothers really are bonded…

Also, thank you guys so much for 100 followers! Sometimes my schedule gets in the way and I don’t feel like translating, but you guys push me on! So thank you!!

My House is…Quiet ~With the Trolls~ English Translation

深い森のずっと奥 散歩にでかけるべさ

Far behind the deep forest, let’s go for a walk.

ブルーベリーを摘んでな ジュースにするべ

Picking blueberries, let’s make juice.



Both the water and air are clear,


The water temperature here has been on the news


Hey, do you have any spare time?

手紙 お願いな。

Please, send a letter.



The Seven Sisters Waterfall, would you like to see it?

ガイランゲルフィヨルドは いちおう世界自然遺産な

Geirangerfjord is tentatively a World Natural Heritage.

お土産はこれな トロール人形

Here are some troll dolls for souvenirs.

Vær så god

You’re welcome.


ひらりひらり オーロラが ゆっくり 揺れてんべ

The fluttering auroras shake slowly.

のそりのそり トロールが こっそりいたずらしてら

Sluggishly, heavily, the trolls sneakily make mischief.


Oi…next to that fool, it’s very noisy, but,


My house…is quiet.


「おー それなー ばーんてしとけー。」

“Ugh…that guy…it’s like he’s banging on something…”


At Bergen’s fish market:

サーモン カニ エビ タラ サバや

Salmon, crab, shrimp, cod, and mackerel


Whales and caviar are available too.


It’s easy to get lost in there.



Colorful, triangular roofs match the greenery.

ブリッゲン うつくしくてため息がでるな

Letting out a sigh, Bryggen is so beautiful.


ハダンゲルフィヨルドの断崖絶壁 名物な

Hardangerfjord’s cliffs of specialty,

トロールの舌っていうんず …ん?

I should probably be speaking troll tongue…hm?

写真 おめぇも一緒に入んないかい?

Would you like to take a photo together?




メララメララ 世界一大きいキャンプファイヤーの

Crackling, burning, are the world’s largest campfires.


The Festival of Ålesund is amazingly impressive.


Oi…it seems to reach to the heavens,

炎 幻想的

What a fantastic flame…



“Speaking of which, there was good news the other day,


Listen to it for a bit,


Maybe I should ring him…”



“Oh, is this Ice?”


“What? It’s not my birthday today.”


“I heard that you stopped building a highway to protect the fairies.”


“Yeah…so? …What is it?”


“Mm, I just think it’s a good story.”


“Eh, is that it?”

「ん じゃな」

“Yup, bye.”

「ん アイスんとこの妖精も…喜んでるべさ」

“Yes, these fairies will be…pleased with Ice.”



Thinly, lightly, it comes into view,


A cool, handsome ghost,


Wearing a Nordic sweater


With a small Santa Claus too


“Everyone…is a friend.”


ひらりひらり オーロラが ゆっくり 揺れてんべ

The fluttering auroras shake slowly.

のそりのそり トロールが こっそりいたずらしてら

Sluggishly, heavily, the trolls sneakily make mischief.

Oi…となりのあんこ, 今日もやかまし

Oi…next to that fool, today too is noisy, but,


My house…is quiet.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any good tutorial on how to color realistically with Photoshop? Or maybe tips or somethin'? I'm good with Paint Tool Sai but when it comes to Photoshop I color like absolute shit, ugh so frustrating! Have a good day Madame 😊

Hi anons ^^

I think your questions are a bit similar. You are both new to Photoshop (and even at CG art when it comes to the second anon).

I did recently this big post for beginners and I think the first four tutorials are for you:

As far as realistic art is concerned, you can follow these tuts that are not bad at all:

maybe tips or somethin’?

- I use several layers to build my skin textures, it gives me possibility to keep a great control on what I do and also, this slow building helps make the skin look transparent and alive. Better several layers at a low opacity.

- I use brushes from the PS default set but it’s just a personal preference.

- Draw what you see, not what you think you see.

- Use reference pictures, there’s no shame in that.

Voilà! Happy drawing anons and good luck to you!

Originally posted by locuras1000

(I was about to post a “good luck” gif but Tumblr recommended me this one for no reason. It’s too awesome not to post! xD)

BTS Doing Homework
  • Jin: *Does all homework for the year in under 30 minutes*
  • Suga: I've got too much swag for this stuff...
  • J-Hope: The HOPE of the world will finish this and give all students HOPE. *never finishes homework*
  • Rap Monster: Ok, let's do this!*breaks pencil* Ugh! *breaks chair* And it starts again...*breaks desk*
  • Jimin: 75x245, that's easy! The answer is Jungkook! -746x194, another easy one! JungKook! *answers "JungKook" for every question*
  • V: *Uses alien powers to get homework done*
  • JungKook: *Is in Kindergarten, homework is to color*

“Have to wine and dine,” Alexei says. “Charm pants off you.”

“You really don’t have to,” Kent says truthfully. Alexei’s leading him by the hand through the ice rink–he’d managed to reserve the entirety of for an hour past midnight–like Kent doesn’t know how to skate. The lights are dimmed to a nice lavender (it’s actually quite an ugly shade of violet, but Kent’s boozy mind doesn’t really register that) and some woman with a Parisian, whispery-quiet voice is crooning away on the stereo. “I’m easy. I’ll take off my own pants like a big boy.”  

“Want to do this,” Alexei murmurs, pulling Kent close to him, and Kent lets him, because Alexei is warm and Kent is feeling particularly generous. “Will do this for you any time.”

“If this is for a birthday,” Kent says, “then I’m expecting a private yacht for the anniversary.”

“We reenact Titanic. Buy you big blue diamond and do the drawing and horse carriage scene.”

Kent makes a face. “Ugh, gross, never mind. You know I actually don’t like that scene too much? Plus, you draw like a 1st grader. You color outside the lines.”

“Is talent. One day maybe you learn.”  

Alexei’s lips are dry and pliant as he bends down so he can catch Kent’s mouth in his. Kent leans in, like he always does, because it’s always been so easy with Alexei.

“Hey,” someone yells. Kent groans as he pulls away to see that the voice had come from this bored looking teenager behind the counter, smacking her gum. “You grandpas done making out in there? I gotta close up in like, one minute. Sorry.”

“I change my mind,” Kent says. “I want the yacht.”

“Should have saying yes faster,” Alexei responds, grinning. “That ship has sailed.”

(Alexei wheezes a little bit when the force of Kent’s little smack on the chest comes across a little rougher than he’d expected.)