want to draw better thing but worry

mxvampirepunk  asked:

No matter what I'm feeling your dragons always lift me up (I LOVE DRAGONS, gonna be one in the after life) I'm currently really ill with essays due in, could you draw one please? It would really motivate me? (Don't worry if not, you're a human being, you may have other things on! ^^)

You won’t get any help from this one but good luck and get better soon!

Awhile back I asked what animals you guys would like to see me draw, and don’t worry, I didn’t forget about that, I’ll get ‘em all eventually!

@lotsandlotsofbirds wanted to see more fish… just kidding, they wanted to see birds of course, which happen to be one of my favorite things too!  The bird I picked today is a wonderful chubby dumb flightless bird called a Kakapo and they are delightful!  They look like they don’t really ever know what’s going on but they’d lie and tell you they did to make you feel better

anonymous asked:

Rfa+v and Saeran reactions to mc breaking her phone or something and she doesn't answer for over a day. Thanks also I really like your blog!

Thank you so much!! 

Yoosung

- At first, when you don’t respond to his ‘Good morning!’ text, he doesn’t try to think much of it. Sometimes you slept in later than him!

- But you ignored his ‘Good afternoon!’ texts…And even sent a call of his to voicemail.

- Panicking, he started messaging Zen a bit.

- Did he forget something? Was he acting really bad? Was he being too clingy??

- After Zen calmed him down just a tad, he told Yoosung that you phone probably died.

- He tries to think that’s the answer, that he didn’t fuck up the only relationship he’s ever been in, but as it gets darker and darker out, with nothing from you, he Panics.

- He’s pacing in his house, trying to get Seven to answer his phone while holding his tears back, when you open the door.

- Before you can even explain your phone’s battery had died, he’s running to you full of apologies and hugging you tight

- When you finally calm him down and finally get through to him he didn’t do anything, he feels embarrassed by how panicked he had gotten, but your sweet kisses help him wash away those feelings

Jaehee

- Jahee probably wouldn’t panic as badly. At least it wouldn’t show.

- She thought you overslept at first, missing any alarms, and that’s why you hadn’t shown for work yet

 - I mean the two of you weren’t living together, so she hadn’t seen you since the cafe closed last night

- She can handle the cafe on her own, with the help of a few employees that were already there, but she is an anxious mess all day. 

- Accidentally bumping into things, nearly dropping cups, almost spilling coffee on herself.

- As the day draws to a close, she’s nearly sweating. She wants to call the police, but she knows Seven would be able to help better.

- She’s just about to hit his contact when she hears her name being called, and when she turns around your arms are instantly around her.

- After explaining you managed to sleep most of the day away, phone dead, her worry turns into small and gentle scolding since it’s apparent you’re overworking yourself.

- She’s so relieved that you’re safe, though you are going to get a small lecture about how to properly take care of yourself.

Jumin

- He usually has set times to call you through the day. If you don’t answer, you’re quick to shoot him a message when you can to explain why.

- So at first, he doesn’t think much of it. He saw you in bed this morning, and after the rough night the two of you had, you probably were sleeping in a bit.

- But once it hits past noon, and the chef reports that no one answered when he tried to bring food, Jumin is slowly hitting ‘Panic Mode’

- What seals the deal is when he calls Driver Kim to make sure you didn’t go somewhere, and he reports that he’s just driven for Jumin that day

- So after one meeting that was very difficult to focus in, he alerts Jaehee he’s taking a longer break to check up on you

- When he gets to the house and you’re gone, it takes a lot of talking from the RFA members to not call the police.

- Because, lets face it, if he wanted to, he would have the whole area looking for you in seconds.

- So he waits a bit, setting a time for himself to give in and call, while Seven is checking any CCTVs of the place

- But all of that gets interrupted when you come through the doors, a shy smile on your face

- Guess who managed to forget her phone at home when an old friend wanted to hang out?

- Jumin frowns for a bit, but he can’t stay upset or even become close to mad- He just hugs you tight and asks if you can try to remember to bring it with you next time, or at least get Driver Kim to take you somewhere.

Zen

- It takes him a while to notice, due to how busy he always is at work. 

- On breaks he’s always sending you a message, full of hearts and possibly a selfie or two

- And you send the same texts back to him, and he’s set for the day!

- But when it hits his last break and there’s still no answer from you, and everyone reports that you haven’t been on the chatroom all day, he Panics.

- He tells his director he has an emergency, and that he has to leave asap

- Thankfully, they were close to being done, so the director let him go without any fuss

- As soon as he’s out, he hightails it to your place, running a few stoplights on his motorcycle.

- Once there, and once he remembers where the spare is, he busts in and calls your name

- No answer and he panics even more, until he sees you sleeping in the bedroom, a basket of used tissues near you

- Oh… He forgot that you mentioned you felt sick yesterday.

- When you sleepily wake up, he calms down and explains why he’s there, and after you weakly laugh, starts shedding his jacket.

- If you’re sick, then you definately need some loving care, right?

Seven

- It would be hard for him to panic about the situation.

- When you leave in the morning to run a few errands, he doesn’t think much of it, just assumes you’ll be back later.

- But through the day you’re not even responding to his texts! Not even the funny ones with the best memes.

- Or even his very worried ones

- Once it gets pretty late in the day, he’s looking at CCTVS all over the place trying to locate where you could be

- He’s not really hacking much anymore, but he still has some people after him occasionally.

- He’s so caught up looking for you, that he doesn’t even notice when you eventually come in. You even said hello and he responded!

- Quietly you flick his head, and that pulls him out of it pretty quickly. At first he asks why you hit him, and then remembering you were gone all day, he practically nearly breaks your back with how strong his hug is.

- Eventually you explain you accidentally left your phone home, and that’s why you weren’t responding to his jokes.

- He fusses about losing his touch since he couldn’t locate you on the CCTV, and when you glance you just laugh

- He was looking for yesterday’s date, and that’s when he realized that it was monday, not sunday. 

- You weren’t going to let him live that one down.

Saeran

- At first when you don’t answer, he just shrugs it off. Sometimes he didn’t have a chance to respond to your texts, it was normal.

- But usually you…did..Around lunchtime. You always asked if he had ate. And if not, then you would suggest going to eat together

- And today he was really hoping to do that…

- But he let it slide, trying not to be too clingy. 

- Then again, he couldn’t let it last all day. When your phone sent him straight to voicemail, he panicked. 

- He checked the CCTV and found out you hadn’t even left the house yet, so he was quick to ‘borrow’ his brother’s car and drive out there himself.

- He spent a bit outside of your door, trying to make sure this was an ‘okay’ thing to do, but eventually he let himself in

-… Only to find you asleep on the couch, phone dead, and a game controller in your hands

- He scoffed a bit, noticing a new game case on the coffee table, and it wasn’t hard to figure out you had another ‘all nighter’ with a game.

- Though, since it was pretty late in the afternoon, he woke you up, lightly scolding you and telling you to get up so the two of you could eat.

V

- He would try his best to be patient about the whole situation

- He noticed this morning you were gone out of the house, but your phone was left under the pillow

- He needed to be trusting, to not worry. He had this happen several times before you, he could learn to deal with it again

- But he was so anxious the whole day.

- He wanted to send you sweet messages, to ask you how you were doing, if you were having fun

- But your phone at home meant it would be pointless

- But…He could leave sweet messages anyway, right? That wouldn’t be too bad. 

- So every time he worried, every time he noticed how late it was getting, that’s what he did. It didn’t wash away his anxiety completely, but it did help.

-Late at night, when you finally walked in, realizing you left your phone at his place instead of his, you were greeted by a tight hug.

- He was so worried about you, even if he wished he could avoid showing it

- But you just apologized and laughed a bit when he seemed a bit embarrassed.

- After a few more hugs and kisses, you left with your phone in tow, not noticing the cute messages until you got home

- It really did made you smile, and you were quick to send a few of your own.

give me stevebucky dealing with their ptsd together

  • steve whose hands shake when it starts getting colder even if he is a human furnace, who’s scared of ice and the chill not only because of the valkyrie but because of long winters spent in bed with bucky at his bedside and the threat of dying under their skin, their nails, embedded into everything
    • bucky who’s the first person to really, fully see it, who notices and turns the heat up and doesn’t look at him strange, because yeah it might only be a little chilly but bucky hates it too

  • bucky nudging steve awake at 4am with trembling jaw, saying, “nightmare” and steve just shuffling farther against the wall, because he likes being pressed in and bucky doesn’t, likes having steve at his six and clear sightlines
    • bucky telling steve, “hey, honey. it’s been three days since you’ve slept, want me to watch over you while you nap?” and steve does a sweep for bugs before he settles onto their too-small couch, and he only gets forty minutes of sleep before he’s shaking himself awake but bucky strokes his hair and tells him he’s proud for it
  • accommodating each other and understanding each others triggers: bucky hates hairdresser chairs, so steve starts learning how to do nice hairstyles and how to trim longer hair. steve hates hospitals and it’s not unavoidable, not in their line of work, but bucky never leaves him alone for a second in there, gets him out as soon as possible.
    • bucky can’t handle tightness at his wrists; steve holds onto the tips of his fingers only. steve can’t have his head under cold water, bucky starts carrying an umbrella everywhere just in case

  • jokes at 4am when they’re running on pure hysteria because they’ve swept the apartment, the entire floor, twice now and they still don’t feel right, crawling out of their skin. bucky cocks his gun and steve makes a motion at himself and suddenly they’re laughing and it’s not funny, not really, but for a moment they’re not thinking and it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay
    • bucky starts keeping notebooks and diaries and he never does the whole cliche “dear journal” thing but he does write down his thoughts so he can go over them later in a better state of mind. steve draws a lot more, draws with his feet in bucky’s lap and on his hands and anywhere. bucky steals a few doodles and shoves them into the pages of his notebooks that worry him most 

  • they aren’t cured, won’t ever be, probably, but it’s easier and they’re coping and they’re together and that’s more than they ever thought to want, to need, to ask for 
    • (and some day bucky’ll let himself sleep against the wall and another day steve won’t want to tear his skin off in the cold and some day, some days, most days, they’re doing alright)

[03/04/2017]  → “the chicken is not amused!”

behold: the roughest chicken attempt you’ll ever see because guess who got chicken on rise of berk!!! 

Big prayer request!

Alright. So, it’s time for me to be open about something that I haven’t mentioned to any of my close Christian friends. I’ve honestly been feeling so ashamed that I was afraid that I’d disappoint them. I’m writing this on here to ask for strength and healing during this time.

Well, here it is.

So, about a month ago my boyfriend, let’s call him Blake,and I broke up. Our break up tore me apart. 1. Because I thought he was the one that God picked out for me, and 2. Because I made some bad decisions in our relationship that I deeply regret. When I was about 12 or 13, I promised myself I’d stay pure until marriage. Now, here I am at 19 and during my relationship with Blake, I had premarital sex with him.

Yes. I know. The Bible says multiple times NOT to do this. Believe me. I’m having a really hard time forgiving myself right now, and I can’t even begin to explain how dirty and worthless I feel. I know what I did was wrong, and I wish that I could take it back. I really really do.

I loved Blake. A lot. So when we ended, I was destroyed. Still am. I didn’t realize it, but in the back of my mind, I had been holding on to the hope that we would get back together. Why? Because things didn’t end badly between us. He wanted to end things because he felt a strain on his relationship with God. He’d felt so before we started dating. I know a lot of you are going to think that this is a lie coming from him, but I know him well enough to know he isn’t lying. He’s never lied to me before, and I know he really cared about me, so I have no reason not to trust him. The other night, we were talking, and I got my heart broken all over again. He had asked me if I found anyone nice. When I told him no, he said “well you will”. He doesn’t want to get back together. So yeah…

The funny thing is, it was actually an answer to prayer. Just not in the way I expected it. I had been praying that he would draw near to God again. He had been drinking once in a while, plus our sexual sin, so I really wanted us to come together in Christ and repent. So in a way, it worked out. He seems to be a lot better, and we’ve been praying for each other. A small shred of me still hopes that we’ll get back together, but I’m really trying to focus on God right now, and not worry about that. Because if it’s really meant to be, God will work it out in His perfect timing.

Right now, all I ask of y'all is to pray hard for me. I’m being heavily attacked by the devil, and he is filling my head with all sorts of bad thoughts about myself. Nasty, worthless, wasted, slut, unforgivable, disgusting, dirty, used. These are all things that have filled my mind, and I really need prayer for strength and self-forgiveness. I would really appreciate lots of prayers right now.

@womanintheword do you think you could spread this for me?

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Messy Zoophobia Ramble

From the YT description:

I get a TON of questions about ZP and I wanted to address some of them, I have been super busy and things have been hectic though so if I seem extra all over the place-that’s why! haha a BIG update is coming soon!

also a few things also I didn’t mention
People seem to think My patreon was for ZP, it never was, I had zp listed as one of the things I was working on, but patrons were aware it wasn’t my focus and were still given ZP content. I have updated my Patreon listings since the decision! I still do ZP related content, but my patreon has never been for the comic itself.

If the video is too long, here is also the post I made before!

Zoophobia is being put on hold, pending a complete reboot.

why is it being rebooted?

Very simple! I’m no longer happy with how the comic is. I could say the environment around the comic stopped being fun, people started finding every possible flaw and it started to reflect on how I personally saw things, I can’t look at it without cringing at all the mistakes and holes, and just how messy things are. I jumped into the comic without any experience, and without a conventional structure or the proper thought for such a huge story.

The early pages though are special, I TRULY was enjoying working on the comic at the start, its a story that matters so much, and still does. Those early pages were made with love, but overtime I just let too much negativity in, and now I just want to recapture that love again.

How can I do that? Give it a rest, and re-imagine things, develop it, write things out, plan and use my current skills to better it. I already am having a TON more fun thinking about the changes I can make, and how much better I can execute my original vision with my current skills.

I’m not remaking it to just improve the art, or the style, when it returns EVERYTHING will be improved. Writing, story, structure, flow, focus, the art is just a plus. But don’t worry, some things will be very similar, just much better told!

When will it return?

That I can’t say, right now I have a TON of things in the works, including Pilots, and films. The comic is being shelved until I have the energy to return to it, but in the meantime I plan on doing lots of concept art for the reboot, which will appear as prints/speed draws as well as exclusive Patreon content going into the future. So if you REALLY want to see glimpses of how the reboot is being conceptualized, feel free to check out my patreon entering into 2017!

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Here’s some of the most amazing and invaluable advice you’ll most-likely ever get from one of my good colleagues and legends in comics/gaming, creator JOE MADUREIRA. It’s what i’ve been preaching to you aspiring artists since i arrived on DA, but i think his POV says it perfectly:

*WARNING: SOME MATURE LANGUAGE*

“DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BE A SUCCESSFUL ARTIST? 


Or a successful WORKING PROFESSIONAL?



Believe it or not there is a difference. I’m not usually a soapbox type guy, I don’t like instructing people, and I think I’m a terrible teacher. But hey, it’s Friday and I’m in a strange mood. So here goes:

I’ve noticed that a good number of my fans happen to be aspiring artists themselves. This is for all you guys. I get asked constantly: "Where should I go to school?” “What classes should I take?” “What should I study for anatomy?” “What pencils and paper do you use?” “Should I be working digitally now instead of traditionally?” “How do I fix my poses? Learn composition? Perspective?” “When am I going to develop my own style?” “Who were your influences?” “Teach me how to draw hands!” The list goes on…

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Here’s the deal. All of that stuff *is* important, and it may nudge you in the right direction. A lot of it you will discover for yourself. What works best for one person doesn’t work for another. That’s the beauty of art. It’s personal. It’s discovery. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ALL THAT CRAP!

Instead I’m going to answer the questions that you *SHOULD* be asking, but aren’t. These are things that have only recently occurred to me, after doing this for 20+ years. These things seem so obvious, but apparently they elude a lot of people, because I am surprised at how many ridiculously talented artists are ‘failing’ professionally. Or just unhappy. The beauty of what I’m about to tell you is that it doesn’t matter what field you’re in or what your art style is.

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In no particular order:


1) DO WHAT YOU LOVE. If you are passionate about what you’re doing, it shows. If you’re having fun, it shows. If you’re bored, IT SHOWS. Some guys are able to work on stuff they have zero interest in, and still pull off great work, but I find that when I do this my motivation takes a huge hit. And Motivation is key. Money is not a great motivator. It’s temporary like everything else. And honestly, I’ve gotten paid the most money for some of the shittiest work I have ever done. That may sound awesome, but it’s not. And here’s why…

2) You MUST stay Excited and Motivated. Have you noticed that there are days you can’t draw a god damned thing? And some days you feel like you can draw anything? It’s 4am but you don’t notice because you are in the ZONE. Your hand is racing ahead of your mind and you can do no wrong?! Maybe it’s some new paper you got. Or a new program you’ve been wanting to try out. Or you just found some amazing shit on DeviantArt, or watched some movie that just makes you want to run straight to your board. This relates to the above because while it is possible to involve yourself in projects you aren’t excited about—maybe you need the cash, or think it will look good on your resume, whatever it is—it’s not going to last. You need to stay fresh. Expose yourself to new things. New techniques. You should be getting tired of your own shit on a fairly regular basis. Otherwise other people will.

3) Check your Ego. If you think you’re the shit, you’re already doomed. You may be really, really good at what you do, but there’s someone better. Sorry. There’s always plenty to learn, even for us old dogs. So when I meet young upstarts who have this sense of entitlement, or a know-it-all attitude, I just have to laugh. Some of the biggest egos I’ve ever witnessed were from people who have accomplished the least. Meanwhile, most guys who are supremely talented AND successful, and have EARNED the RIGHT to have an ego and throw their weight around, don’t. Why is that? It’s because…

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4) RELATIONSHIPS ARE IMPORTANT. This may be one of the biggest lessons I’ve had to learn. Early on, I didn’t value my relationships with people. Creatively or otherwise. I felt like I didn’t need anyone’s help and I could figure everything out on my own. Let’s face it, many of us become artists because we are reclusive, social misfits. We’d rather stay inside and draw shit than go outside and play. We like to live inside our own minds. Why not?! It’s awesome in there! And sometimes we don’t want to let other people in. But like I said—you can’t do it alone. I can honestly say that as much as I try to stay current, as much as I try to push my work and draw kick ass shit that will excite people, I would not be where I am today if it weren’t for all the other people I’ve met and learned from along the way. Guys who pulled strings for me. Took risks on me. Believed I was the right guy for the job. You need to manage your relationships. You need to network, and meet people. Drawing comics is still a pretty good place for reclusive types—but if you want to work in big studios—Making games, Films, animation, basically any other type of job on the planet, you’d better start making some connections. Be likeable. Be professional. That doesn’t mean be an opportunistic ladder climber. Fake people lose in the end. Be yourself, but be professional. It’s no secret that when people are hiring, our first instinct is to bring in people we know. It’s human nature. I don’t like unknowns, even if their portfolio is awesome. If we have a mutual connection, if they have great things to say about you, you’re in. If you have AMAZING artwork to show, and I call your last employer and they tell me what a pain in the ass you are to work with, you’re done. Talent and skill only get you so far. I am literally amazed at how often I meet guys that are total assholes and think they are going to get anywhere.

5) Here’s the BIG ONE. The greatest obstacle you will ever have to overcome IS YOURSELF. And the Fear that you are creating in your own head. Stay positive. Stop defeating yourself. There are artists I know that are so damn good they make me pee my pants. I look up to these mofos. I study their shit and I want to draw like them. And they are almost NEVER working on their DREAM project. And—big surprise, they aren’t happy in their job. “Why NOT?! WTF is WRONG WITH YOU?!” is usually my reaction. And the answer is almost always “The market isn’t great right now” “Other stories/games/comics like mine don’t do very well” “The shit that’s hot right now is nothing like mine, It’s just going to fail.” “I’m not sure I’m good enough.” “I need the money.” “Too Risky.” “I tried it before and failed. ” It doesn’t matter what words they use, they are afraid for one reason or another. I know. I’ve been there.

But here’s the deal. YOU NEED TO TAKE RISKS. Guess what? YOU ARE MOST LIKELY GOING TO FAIL. If you want it—REALLY want it, that won’t stop you. You will learn A LOT. My good friend Tim constantly jokes about how I jump out of planes without a parachute and worry about the landing on the way down. You may think that I’m lucky, that it’s easy for me to say because I’m already successful, that I’m in a different situation than you all are. But it’s not true. Risk is risk, no matter what level you’re at. If you’re already successful, you just take even bigger risks. But they never go away. Everything in life is Risk vs. Reward. Not just in your career. LIFE. You’d better get used to it.

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing when I got into comics. I left the #1 selling book at the time ( Uncanny X-men ) to work on Battle Chasers during a time when 'Conan’ was about the only fantasy comic people knew. And no one was buying it. I wanted to work in games, so I started a game company. I had NO IDEA WTF I was doing. I just wanted it, really bad. We tanked. It failed. No big surprise. But the people I worked with got hired elsewhere and rehired me. I started ANOTHER game Company. We had 4 people and a dream, and some publishers wouldn’t even meet with us, because their 'next gen console’ teams had 90+ people on them. I literally got hung up on. “Stick to handheld games, it’s smaller, maybe you can handle that…” one MAJOR publisher told us. I don’t blame them. But we didn’t let it stop us. Thank god we didn’t listen to them. Vigil was born. Darksiders happened, AND we got to make a sequel. It stands shoulder to shoulder with the best games in the industry, and the most elite and experienced game dev studios in the world. How is that possible?!!! Hardly any of us had even worked on a console game before. I’ll be honest, I was thinking we would fail the whole time. I just didn’t care. If I had to play the odds on this one, I’d bet against us.

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Why am I telling you all this shit? This is not me patting myself on the back. It’s just stuff that has somehow only dawned on me recently when it’s been staring me in the face for so long. I feel like I need to wake you guys up!!! I’ve been limiting myself. I’ve gotten afraid. I’ve taken less risks. I saw my career going places I didn’t want to go. I wasn’t happy and I wasn’t excited. And I’ve realized, that all that stuff I just talked about is the reason I am where I am today. Not because I have a manga style, or I draw cool hands, or there’s energy in my drawings, or all the other things people rattle off to me. There are other guys that do all that same shit, and do it better. And amazingly, those same guys constantly tell me “Man, I wish I could do what you are doing.” “SO DO IT!!!!!” PLEASE listen to me—because I want you guys to make it. I want to look to one of you people for inspiration some day when it’s 2am and I need to keep drawing. Stop worrying about all the other stuff—the pencils, the paper, the anatomy, all that shit. It will only get you so far. You’ve already got most of what you need. I hope this helps some people. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the support over the years. You are all one of the greatest motivating forces in my life and my career. Sappy but true. Ok, let’s go draw some shit!!!“

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Is same-face always bad?

I mean I can understand it if it’s like this:

I mean these guys all look like clones and wear mostly the same expressions.

But why is it that I can give a pass to something like this in cartooning? It’s something that’s been bothering me for sometime since I’m a HUGE Timm fan.

I mean, Timm is guilty of the same thing. Hell, he said that when he drew Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent in the same room it was hard to differentiate the two and resorted to altering each others features slightly. And yet I love his work and i’m okay with giving him a pass. And I freely admit that don’t really like Finch or Jim Lee that much.

And if that sounds hypocritical of me it’s because it is. Maybe because Timm more than makes up for sameface with the work he’s done on the DCAU providing the best version of batman ever. (Yeah I know, lego batman is now everyones favorite, but my comment still stands) Or maybe I just find Lee and Finches work to be stilted/lifeless and often paired with mediocore stories while Timm’s work feels light, energetic, beautiful, and animated(geddit).

I think my point is that we don’t have to burn samefacers at the stake (if they make up for it in other areas) but that doesn’t give everyone the excuse to just be lazy. And maybe I get a bit worked up on this criticism because it makes it seem like we ONLY focus on this flaw. I’ve seen the criticism all the time on Tumblr to the point it feels fanatical. 

Tumblr is also provides guides on how to avoid it and while I do reference things like this from time to time


Making unique characters does not only end at the face.

In a conversation with @willhernandezdraws​ I was talking about how we focus on sameface so much that sometimes I feel like we ignore all of the awesome ways we can make characters look individualistic.

Facial features is fine, but did we all forget how weight, age, height, body type, ethnicity, gender, in addition to fashion and hairstyles based on personality all work too? Hell, even posture helps too.

Will reminded me that most beginning artists tend to not know this stuff so they tend to focus on sameface (since this complaint is brought up so many times).

I find that when I do background characters I’ll draw them as a bunch of people I see on the subway. All of those things i mentioned last paragraph all apply. If I draw main characters and the immediate supporting casts, I want them to be unique enough that if you put them all in the same picture you could tell them apart easily. and y’know what, it’s not that hard.

In the end, I don’t think you need to obsessively worry about sameface. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to be better either.

mas-quecoisa  asked:

Did you already spend time without drawing absolutely nothing? Like, like you quit? Like me, for example, I was a drawing person for almost 9 straight hours, and now I can not stand 5 minutes. If you've been through something like that, how did you get out of it? And I'm sorry if my english came out bad, I'm not fluent x-x

Of course. There were months I didn’t have time to draw anything or even think about it xD While I was studying (taking two courses) there wasn’t much time for art. I drew during summer.
Now I draw very often, even when I don’t have time for that (which is bad) and I can’t imagine not being able to draw. When I don’t draw I think about drawing or dream about it xD I just need it to function.
But I understand you. There are times when I have no desire to draw, when I don’t need it because it makes me more frustrated and nervous. Nothing turns out the way I want but I don’t want to spend time on it so it looked better. And I feel guilty not drawing which makes it all worse.

I think you might burned out a bit. Drawing 9 hours a day (every day) is… not a good idea. On one hand you improve (probably very fast) but on the other hand you’re just killing yourself artistically.
That’s why you should have some other hobbies, something that will help you recharge, stop thinking about drawing for a while.
Then, after some time, you can go back to drawing. I can see you really want to draw again. Is it because it’s your job or you miss it? Either way, if you want to draw again you need to force yourself to do it at first. But maybe try something you haven’t tried yet. Art can be interesting once you find something new in it.

Recently, I don’t like drawing very much because:
- I feel I don’t improve
- I think I stuck a bit in one style
- I feel like people are expecting me to draw particular things I don’t feel like drawing.
But I fight it, I try to draw full bodies and understand anatomy better, I try new styles, I try to draw what I like and not to worry about what other people would probably prefer to see. When I don’t feel too patient I pick something that requires a lot of effort but I also do everything to make it pleasurable (e.g. I choose the subject I like).

I don’t know why exactly you don’t draw so it’s hard to give a nice advice. Just calm down, get rid of art from your head for some time and try not to feel like you have to draw. Then be gentle with yourself, try to get excited again with something you love :)

Gyve.

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Member - Hoseok x reader

Genre - Angst, Fluff, (future) smut

Word count - 8.5K

Summary - On the occasion of your best friends wedding and high school reunion, you happened to meet once again, one of the richest heirs of the country, famous fuckboy Jung Hoseok.

While the world saw him as a cocky arrogant person and you, as a confident, strong woman, only the two of you knew the scars that were hidden, and things you both were unable to fix.

Only the two of you could see right through each others facade.

But could you and Hoseok finally break the gyves holding you back? Or were you the ones who shackled each other in the first place?

Originally posted by leojuseyo

The music was still blasting in the speakers when he reached out for his third drink on the night that was still young, holding hundreds of possibilities. Hoseok looked away from the crazy dancing crowd at the woman who was giving him company.

Her vision was fixed on the dance floor, a drink in her hand, while the other played with her hair that was in waves, draped over her shoulder. Hoseok couldn’t help but notice, among all the women who were here, how simple yet alluring she looked. She was fitted in a slightly shimmering black dress that was hugging all the curves of her body till her mid-thigh. Even with a turtleneck and sleeves that extended will her wrists, making her too covered for a cocktail party, she looked stunning, making it harder and harder for Hoseok to look away from her. She wasn’t drinking much though, not even attempting to mingle, and from his experience seeing different types of women in clubs all these years, Hoseok knew she was the kind who had to be physically dragged out of the house to party. He wondered what she liked. Books? Maybe drawings? She was doing some sketches when Hoseok had met her last night. Or maybe she liked adventure. Whatever it was Hoseok wanted to know and it surprised him as well.

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team-indigo  asked:

Hello, I hope I'm not being a bother by asking this but, do you have any advice for starting an askblog/dailyblog for the first time? I don't really have any RP experience so I'm not sure where to start. Don't worry about it if you're busy, but thank you for your time!

No problem! I’m happy to help! ovo

Overall you can get a great idea of how to start a successful daily/askblog just by looking through your favorite blogs themselves, but here are some main pointers!

  1. Make your blog a main blog, not a side blog. If your blog is a side blog you won’t be able to directly follow or send asks, which are both huge parts of askblogging/dailying! It’s not a gamechanger but it does make things WAY simpler. 
  2. Pick a Pokemon species that YOU like and that YOU can see yourself being able to draw… a lot. Don’t worry about a species being overused or overrated. Who cares! Just do what you want to do! 
  3. Tag your posts! Personally I tag my stuff after the species, the general pokemon tag and then all my organization tags (#doodle for art, #ooc for out of character posts etc) to keep things easy to sort through and visible, too!
  4. Start simple. You can always add a story later if you want once you have more experience, but it’s always better to work with something simple and fun first to get into the groove of things. 
  5. Send asks and get to know your fellow blogs! 99% of the people in the community will be happy to interact with you, so don’t be afraid to put yourself out there! Streams are a GREAT place to get to know other mods, so I recommend them!
  6. Have fun! And try not to worry about numbers! Generally all blogs start slowly, so don’t get discouraged by note or follower count. Instead work towards content that you can be proud of, and will help you develop your art skills! 

Hopefully this helps! And let me know when/if you start your blog! OvO I’ll be happy to follow you and interact with you!!

Gothic Angels

Characters: Castiel x Reader, Dean (mentioned), Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 686

Warnings: None

Request:  Can you do a little fluff preference of if Sam, Dean, and Castiel were dating a short goth girl?

Here is the one for Sam

Here is the one for Dean

Author’s Note: Please, send in requests because I love reading them and I love writing them! If you would like to be tagged in my future fics and my Series Rewrite that is coming soon, let me know and I’ll add you!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Originally posted by supernaturalsuniverseinwriting

Being with an Angel of the Lord was much more than you could ask for. You were an orphan when Sam, Dean, and Castiel found you. You are still an orphan but being with the Winchesters and the Angel, you feel like you finally have a family again.

You and the men have a lot of differences. You were very short compared to their towering frames. You were very quiet despite them taking you out everywhere. You were very emotional and that worked well since the Winchesters always kept to themselves. But most importantly, you were a goth girl.

Well, that’s what people labelled you as. You just have a healthy appreciation for Gothic Culture and everything that came with it.

To cope with being an orphan, you always resulted to drawing. Whether you drew with pencils or paint or water colors. You were always drawing something. You actually drew so much that you now have 5 huge sketch books full of random things you liked to draw.

Growing up you’ve entered many art competitions at school or for when you volunteered at the local hospital. Just because you looked scary, didn’t mean that you were. You always wore black and if you couldn’t, you always had something on you that was black and you never went anywhere without your choker. You actually made it yourself when you thought being a DIY fanatic was your thing.

Now drawing has become your life and more recently, you’ve been researching what Angels looked like in ancient lore. Castiel has been nothing but good to you and you were grateful for that. You were always teased for who you were but Castiel made all those insecurities go away.

He made you feel like the most beautiful person on the planet.

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I’m so done right now. Don’t worry, not in case of drawing, but with life in general. My mom is very sick. Like, you know, seriously. And it’s bullshit. I hate it so much, I hate this desease, I hate that this kind wonderful woman has to go through all of this fucking shit, I hate that our family can do nothing about it.
This is the most exhausting work ever - taking care of somebody who is seriously ill and can’t function like they used to. My mom had to do the same with my granny for several years. SEVERAL FUCKING YEARS. Now when I understood how awful and emotionally and physically hard that is I hate the situation with my mom even more. Because I had to cope with it only for some weeks. And she’s been doing it for several years.
I feel so unhappy and lost right now. I’ve never experienced such a low point in our family. Our appartment is no longer a place I call home but a place where I return to struggle and witness the awfulest shit every single day. And I am so done with it.
I have no strenght to do anything. I feel worn out. I want to cry and I want to beat smb up. I am constantly angry or sad or afraid and nothing changes about that. Everyone say something like “everything will get better eventually” BUT IT DOESN’T. It just doesn’t become better! It always gets worse and worse. And it’s fucked up.
This post is for you if you are wondering why I don’t draw your requests.

Update

Heyo, here’s another one of these godforsaken posts again.

I don’t know how to start this out, haha. I’m very very busy lately, and getting stressed again. 

The job that I have is pretty much the easiest job I’ve had, but it’s starting to get very stressful. During the winter and early spring, we were very slow! I could write, draw, and even color if I wanted to between the work I was supposed to do. Since this job isn’t physical, it’s very nice!

But now we’re picking up, and while the people I deal with are hardly ever nice (its to be expected so don’t worry), now its more busy and more…complicated…and now it’s really just mentally draining and headache inducing since these people yell over things that isn’t my company’s fault.

┐(‘~`;)┌ It’s weird to explain. I mean granted, I’m used to working retail, so this is better, but.

And now I have very limited internet. I used to have internet mainly during the day, reachable in most places with the house I’m staying at, but now I can only access it if I sit outside. Which is nice because I get to soak up some sun, but on super rainy days I can’t really connect online and work on drafts, or post up requests. And even then, on some sunny days the wifi doesn’t work!

Why don’t you use the data on your phone?” Unfortunately, I hit my data limit and even now it’s having issues and refusing to download things. orz just my luck

I’m thinking about tonight and/or tomorrow going to a nearby town with a 24/7 coffee house and leeching off their wifi and writing some stuff tonight, but I can’t promise it if I get too tired. I do work 4-12:30…orz

I’m sorry. I know a lot of y’all are expecting regular content, and when I started this blog I had a plan for it!! But then some Major Life Events happened, everything’s changed, and I’m not even living in my home anymore. So things are difficult.

Bad Metaphors

Warnings: constant mentions of self-harm, depression, etc.

A/n: the title pretty much summarises the fic v well ngl 

Sometimes Dan wakes up and there are marks on his arms that he doesn’t remember putting there.

Sometimes there are words, little poems, even. They often don’t make any sense, just mad, usually drunk ramblings of a mad man falling in and out of depression faster than he can change clothes.

Other times there are drawings. Usually they’re just little pictures, drawn shakily with his left hand onto his right arm, depicting people and shapes and objects and sometimes just scribbles. Occasionally they’re more intricate, their details spanning the whole length of his arm and covering every patch of his skin with marker that he and Phil will spend hours scrubbing off in the morning.

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Savages (3)

Bucky&Steve x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, stress, threesome(s), graphic male-female and male-male sexual acts

(I’m such a tease) 

Originally posted by natpekis

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Savages (1) Savages (2)

Summary: As a high-end fashion designer you’re living an extensively comfortable life. When your relationship of six years ends, you’re not too happy to see your newly-ex on the arm of another woman directly after; which is part of the reason you don’t mind running in to two men, who seem to have some exciting plans with you. As a woman who always gets what she wants, you immediately recognise men who are used to that exact same thing, and you’re more than happy to be the one to put them in their place.

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Watercolours

***
After several months at NCIS and several weeks of hard cases, you had decided you needed a break. Not a break from NCIS, just a little bit of personal time- something that was purely for you and not work related. That was how you ended up wearing only a robe with nothing underneath it, in the changing room of the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop. You had done this in college, you were just out of practice or at least out of your comfort zone. Still, when you thought back to your days as an art model you remembered the feeling of ease it instilled. As an art model you were a prop, unjudged but appreciated for your contribution. You were ready to get that feeling back.

You took off your robe, and went to the studio to wait for the oncoming class. The studio was dark, as it would be a few few minutes until the next class was allowed in. The teacher had explained that it gave the models time to find a good pose for the next set. If it was going to be a long session, you didn’t want to have to be still and uncomfortable for half an hour. You made your way to the center of the room and settled down on the padded crate. You finally found a pose that was comfy, a seated curled over position that allowed you to keep most of your weight down your center line and your chin resting on your hands. Then you waited in the dim room.

***
The students came in shortly after eight. They trickled in by ones and twos, small clusters and finally the teacher shutting the door.

“Okay class, today is a ½ hr session of a seated pose and then fifteen minutes of gesture drawing. Our model today is (y/n) and now you have five minutes to find an easel and get your things out.” He stated as he headed to turn on the lighting for the set.

At first the brightness was dazzling, blinding. You blinked several times before adjusting to the light and took in your surroundings. about a dozen or so people of varying ages sat or stood, mixing paints, and adjusting easels. You scanned the room until something caught your eye. Or in this case-someone. Gibbs. Your hard assed marine of a boss was here, looking wonderful as always, while you sat naked in the middle of the room. This was going to be less relaxing than you had thought.

He was bent down beside an easel, fishing brushes and paints out of a bag, and at that moment he looks up and he catches sight of you for the first time- his blue eyes meeting your own shocked gaze. He gives an almost imperceptible nod before his expression stills into the careful mask you recognize from work.

You don’t forget his initial expression though- the look of shocked wonderment. You were also certain that your own must have matched his, although now he stood painting, glancing at you between brush strokes while you still sat there dumbfounded. And despite his casual indifference, you can see his ears turning a brighter and brighter shade of red.

At least you weren’t the only one suffering.

And suffering you were.By the time the half- hour was nearly over, you were starting to cramp and the bright lighting was causing a sheen of sweat to form on your skin. To top it off, between Jethro’s glances and the flick of his brush strokes, an ache was starting to pool between your legs. It felt like every swipe of paint was dancing across your skin. Like every dip, shake, and stroke of the brush was against you instead of the canvas. You could even see a faint grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The buzzer jarred you from your trance, signaling the end of the long pose. Now for the shorter sketching poses- ones that allowed you more freedom of stance- standing, kneeling, body bending at odd angles. You smirked. It was time to have a bit of fun with your boss.

Moving carefully, you chose your next pose. On all fours, elbows and knees this time, as if you were about to crawl to him from the stage. As you moved into this next position you noticed him lick his lips and swallow nervously. it was a good five seconds before he regained his composure this time.

Another buzzer, another shift in position, another canvas, another far off caress of his brush. This time you stand, back flexed, and angled away from where Jethro was painting. Your head was turned back towards him. You kept your eyes on him the whole time until the next buzzer sounded.

This was the last pose of the evening. Jethro was so longer as red; now he was shifting and looking rather uncomfortable as he readied his palette for one last quick painting. For your last pose, you sat back on your heels, with your knees slightly parted on the hard studio floor. You were facing Jethro again and you raised your arms above your head, as if presenting an offering. By now your own cheeks were flushed. You barely looked at Jethro although all of your senses were still keyed to him. You knew the sound of his pencil on the canvas. You knew the sound of his brush tapping the water glass. You knew when it was his brush laving across the canvas. You heard him shifting. You wondered if he was as aroused as you were.

The final buzzer sounded. The class was over.

The lights dimmed and you exited the studio to the sound of brushes being cleaned and sketchbooks and canvases being put away. You quickly re-dressed and rushed back to the studio, hoping to see Jethro again before he left. It was empty. There wasn’t a single person in the studio other than you. He hadn’t stayed.

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Days passed. Work days. You hadn’t been sure at first that you could ever face Gibbs after that art class. You had been prepared to deal with whatever response you got from him- except their wasn’t one. He hadn’t blushed, hadn’t talked about it (although with Gibbs that wasn’t surprising), hadn’t acknowledged it at ll. He acted like that art class had never happened. And after a while you started to wonder if you had just been imagining his reactions during that session.

By the end of the week the team had managed to wrap up the case they had been working on everyone was looking forward to going home. You weren’t on rotation this weekend and you were much in need of a night off with take out and a movie. As long as nothing urgent came up in the next 15 minutes you were in the clear.

“Ok everyone, pack up and go home.” Your boss announced. There was a scramble as everyone gathered up their things and switched off computers. You quickly gathered your report and headed upstairs to turn it in. (You had been to busy worrying about Gibbs to join in the banter in the bullpen.) The walk back down was a decent into darkness. The bullpen was empty and you had been left behind. Again.

You sighed and headed over to your desk to turn the lamp off and go home. That’s when you saw the large envelope, with your name written in Jethro’s distinct handwriting.

Your stomach knotted anxiously as you opened it. Inside was a sketch from that session. It was a simple preliminary sketch from the first pose you had done. It was only from your shoulders up, but it was the expression that was breathtaking. He had captured the look on your face when you first saw him in that class- a look of surprised wonderment. You couldn’t help but smile. you fondly pulled the paper the rest of the way out, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. It was a note.

Y/N,
I wasn’t sure how to ask ya, but I’ve wanted to see if you were interested in having dinner with me tonight. Drop by my house around 8 if you do. If you’d rather not, don’t worry about any repercussions. I’ll put the other sketches and paintings in your locker at work. Hope to see you soon.

-Jethro

You were grinning. You KNEW you hadn’t been imagining things during that drawing session. With a flick of the switch you turned off the lamp and ran to the elevator. You had just over an hour to get home, get, dressed, and head over to Jethro’s. A much better weekend than take-out and movies awaited you.

Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: Yay! Finally! Part Fourteen! Sammy boy is forced to realize some interesting things… Been a while, but hope this stands up to the rest. Hope you all enjoy! (Would have been up sooner, but I forgot how long this whole bit takes once you get a certain number of people tagged, and the previous chapters!)

Previous Parts: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen 

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Warnings: Near Death, Implied Smut, Minor editing

Word Count: Roughly 6,000

“Your hand is impressive.” Sam’s lips kicked up. “But, not good enough.” His cards dropped, making you groan. “This is fair.” He chided. Wiggling his brows lightly with a lecherous smile.

“This is not fair.” You grumbled, undoing your bra and tossing it. “Why did I agree to play strip poker again?”

“You were ridiculously bored.” He mocked your earlier statement in a poor attempt at your voice, exaggerated facial expressions and all.

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