why do i never take time to draw for you


Do not ever, ever, ever, let anyone tell you that what you love is stupid. Your passions are beautiful, you are talented and that should never be restrained in order to please another person. Write and read your fan-fiction, draw your fan art, make your music, write your blogs, take your photographs. Whatever you love, do it. If someone cannot support you or makes comments to make you question yourself because they do not like the same things you do, please reevaluate why that person is in your life.

For the past several months I was in a relationship where I was made to feel that my writing was a waste of time and that it was a juvenile thing to spend time doing. My love for the “nerdier” things was constantly called into question and I felt that I had to stop doing much of what I loved to make my significant other happy. Even my love for something as simple and harmless as a four-leaf clover or my taste in music were criticized constantly. I felt attacked almost daily because someone believed different things than me and as a result I slowly fell into a dark place. I am not a person to easily change for someone else. I am not one to give in, and yet somehow I fell into that trap. Never compromise.

Do what you love and it will carry you far. If someone cuts you down for doing so, please remember that they only have the relevance you give them in your life. As for myself, I have now removed myself from that situation and want to raise awareness among others who may fall prey to this twisting of the mind. You are precious, beautiful, valuable, and talented. You were made to do whatever it is you feel called to do. Never, ever let anyone take that away from you.

I’m not one to ask for things to be shared, but if you read this please spread the word. Someone else out there may be going through what I went through in some way, and I want to make sure everyone remembers that they need only please themselves and their creator. It is not your responsibility to make others happy when it makes you miserable.

anonymous asked:

So, in your 'how to develop an own style' post, you said it is important to just analyze other artists' work, but not to copy. May I ask why? I've been told I should copy a lot but analyze what I am doing at the same time.

Because when I hear “own style” I don’t usually interpret it as “a copy of someone else’s style”.

It’s far too easy to start drawing in a pre-existing style and then never quit. For example, take the artists who draw anime or Disney style; while them using a pre-existing style doesn’t necessarily take down the quality of their art, they will always be ‘the person that draws in Disney style’ as opposed to ‘the person with their own recognisable style’.

There’s nothing bad about this, as there are many people who would’ve preferred having their character drawn in a style that looks like their favourite show’s style - but my post was about making your OWN style.

You can analyse and sample another person’s style and still end up with something original and recognisable.

For example, one of the artists that influenced my early style development was my friend @owlygem and yet if you compare our styles they are very distinctly different. Owly’s style was inspired by Osamu Tezuka, and knowing this fact you can make a vague connection to this inspiration, but her style as it is now is, again, drastically different from Tezuka’s style.

So looking at Tezuka, Owly and me, you have three different, recognisable styles as opposed to three Tezukas, because Owly didn’t copy Tezuka and I didn’t copy Owly.

It doesn’t end there either; Tezuka was greatly inspired by Bambi, and yet his style barely, if at all, resembles Disney style. He took the aspects he liked about Disney (big eyes, cute features) and applied them to his own style. Owly did the same, and so did I.

Look at these happy boys and how different they are, despite every next one being inspired by the style of the previous one.

EDIT: this is the post anon is talking about btw


I’ve noticed there’s a current trend in swen whereby certain people take the sides of a certain artist and they then attack another artist sending them hate. Hate like “why you doing stuff, xyz art is better than yours etc.”

OK so first of all the artist spends a lot of time to make what they’re making being video, gif, fanfic, photo manip. It’s a lot of time, they’ll never get back, that’s spent on giving us, as a fandom something the show never does. Last time I checked #SwanQueen is not canon so we need all the artists we can get to write and draw and manip for us Emma and Regina.

The moment you send an artist hate is the moment you hurt not only the artist but hundreds of other swen that love that person’s art. You might lot like it, but others do, so stfu, scroll past if you don’t like, but stop sending hate.

You don’t like it block the artist or move past the post, but don’t send hate. Don’t be a dick to make it fucked up for all of us. Don’t hurt real people because you have issues.

Don’t hurt artists. I swear some swen are worse than hookers and Adam and Eddie combined and I need to say some even act like fucking OUAT homophobes that try to shut us up. Why are you attacking people over their art? An art they make for a lgbt couple? Why are you trying to silence the voice of an lgbt fan that posts lgbt fanart?

Imagine Chris taking you to Rome for a romantic getaway. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B 😊 You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist) Enjoy. X

Chris’ eyes scanned across the array of gelato flavors, making soft sounds with his lips as he tried to decide; a splitting image of Jack when he had to decide over an array of cereals. You wrapped your arm around Chris’, chuckling softly. “You know I thought leaving Jack behind meant not having to go through this, but you are just the same.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “I don’t see you with gelato,” he retorted, “have you decided?”

“Yeah,” you laughed and pointed at the register where your two scoops were waiting patiently in a cup; you’d decided on ‘Pistachio’ and 'Dark Chocolate’ wanting to stray away from your go-to flavors 'Cookies & Cream’ and 'Salted Caramel’. “And it’s melting, so hurry it up.” You pulled away from him and walked over to the register so you could start eating while Chris decided.

“Your husband hasn’t changed, has he?” Lorenzo, the owner, laughed softly as the two of you watched Chris. You’d met and befriended Lorenzo on your honeymoon four years ago. He’d loved you and Chris, saying the two of you reminded him of him and his late wife when they were young and knee-deep in-love.

“Nope,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Can I try the tiramisu, please?” He asked the attendant then looked over at you, smiling when you chuckled at him. You both already knew what flavors he was going to walk out with; 'Cookies and Cream’ and 'Coffee’. He stuck with what he knew and loved, but he also liked trying everything else first which made the process grueling. “Oh, this is nice. What’s that one in the back like?” He quizzed, getting another small taste test.

You were almost halfway through yours when he finally ordered his usual after tasting another four flavors. He was lucky he was Captain America and the owner was a friend, otherwise they’d kick him out for trying almost every flavor in their display case. After Chris paid for the gelato with a massive tip, you both thanked Lorenzo for his hospitality and made your way out of their store and onto the streets of the beautiful city of Rome which hadn’t changed since your last visit. Rome was always going to hold a special place in both your hearts as it was where you’d spent your honeymoon, and so far- this trip was proving to be just as magical.

“What would you like to do today?” Chris asked, draping an arm around you; he’d squish you every time he tried to spoon ice-cream into his mouth, making you laugh. “Sorry,” he chuckled and you smiled, kissing his jaw. “Anyway, what would you like to do today? We can hit up all the spots we did when we honeymooned, redo Rome?”

“I don’t mind as long as I’m redoing Rome with you.”

“You’re sweeter than my gelato, you know that?” He smiled and kissed the side of your head. “Okay then, I’ll tour guide the trip. First stop…” He trailed off, taking a moment to ponder. “Oh, yes. What do you say we go recreate our kiss photo on the Spanish Steps?”

“That’s really cheesy, Chris,” you made a face, trying not to laugh as you teased him.

“Yeah,” his face fell slightly as he tried to make his case, “but that’s one of my favorite pic-”

“I’m kidding,” you giggled and he smiled, “I’d love to.” You tip-toed and pecked him on the lips.

“Guess I’m not the only one who hasn’t changed,” he chuckled, squishing you again as he nursed his gelato. “You’re still as cheeky as ever.” He scooped the tiniest bit of gelato onto his spoon. “But then again, so am I.” He poked you in the nose with his gelato then pulled away from you, laughing when you scoffed. “You’ve got a bit of-” he choked on his laughter, grabbing his left pec. “Hey, no!” He dodged your attempt to get back at him, still bellowing with laughter as he jogged a small distance away from you.

“I’m going to get you back,” you warned playfully, trying not to smile.

Despite the fact that you’d been together for nine years and were parents now, things between the two of you were still exciting and lively, fun and playful. It didn’t matter how many more years were yet to come, you and Chris both knew that you wouldn’t become one of those boring, old married couples with nothing to do and nothing to talk about. There was a promise made to always keep the romance alive, it didn’t matter how big or small the gesture was- it was the thought and the effort that counted. You’d both lived up to it so far- Chris going above and beyond with this trip- and you’d continue to live up to it as long as you were together.

“Aw, baby,” he cooed, pouting mockingly, “I am sure you will.” You tried not to laugh as you pursed your lips tightly. “C'mere, you messy girl.” He walked back over to you, using the back of his hand to wipe the gelato from your nose. “There we go,” he wiped his hand on his jeans, “back to perfection.”

“But now your jeans are sticky.”

“Yeah, but what’s new around you?” He smirked and you burst into laughter; he laughed as you playfully shoved him. “Wow, that was so crude,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you continued towards the Spanish Steps. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. It’s like I just have a constant stream of bad jokes in my head,” he chuckled.

“I can’t say that was your worst though,” you said; he chuckled when you did. “Aren’t you lucky I married you anyway?” You teased, looking up and smiling at him. Believe it or not, you lived for his terrible jokes; just like he lived for your perfectionism. Those things were part of who you were, part of the reason why one fell for the other. It may have been annoying to others, but it was adorable to you and Chris.

“Incredibly,” he smiled.

You found the Spanish Steps like you did the last trip, around the corner from Lorenzo’s gelato store. There were many tourists like the two of you taking photos and eating gelato on the steps, it was one of the must-see places when one visited Rome. You and Chris finished your gelato and tossed the paper cups away before you went in search of the spot you’d taken your kiss photo four years ago. It wasn’t that hard to find, Chris had it seared in his mind; it was his favorite photo after all. It was his phone’s background up until the birth of Jack, then he’d changed it to the photo that Jimmy Fallon showed at the interview; the one of the four of you. Chris looked around for someone to help take the photo, American tourists found you first.

“Oh my God, it’s Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N,” a girl in her twenties and her friends lit up at the sight of the two of you. “This is amazing! We’re such huge fans!” You and Chris smiled. “Do you want us to help you guys take a photo?”

“That’d be awesome,” Chris nodded and passed them his phone before rejoining you. “What?” He chuckled when you chuckled, burying your face in his chest. “Are you embarrassed?” He teased, poking your side as he wrapped his arms around you like he did the last time.

“Aren’t you, Mr. I-hate-the-limelight?”

“Never when I’m with you,” he told you, smiling. “When you’re around, you’re all I see. Why do you think I do red carpet events so well around you? It’s 'cause you’re the only thing I think about, I focus on you and everything else just fades away.”

“Aw,” you smiled. “Okay then, let’s take this photo and give your fans a story to tell.” He chuckled and looked over at the girls, nodding at them before drawing you in for a passionate kiss. You could hear them squealing as the camera flash went off. You wanted to laugh at their reaction but Chris’ kiss just took you to another dimension, giving the 'everything else just fades away’ experience. “Okay,” you giggled, breaking the kiss. “I think they got it.”

“I don’t think so,” he chuckled, giving you another quick kiss before pulling away to take his phone back from the girls. “Thank you, ladies. Y/N and I really appreciate the help,” he told them and they smiled at him before smiling at you. “Do you want a group photo before we go?” He asked, holding out his hand for you to take.

“Yes, please!”

Chris pulled you to his side, you both shared a smile before turning your attentions to one of the girls’ phones. The camera shutter went off and they thanked both of you before leaving you to your peace. Chris took your hand, leading you away from the Spanish Steps and onto your next destination. You chuckled softly when he entwined his fingers with yours.

“What?” He quizzed, chuckling softly.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I’m just wondering how long it’ll take for the guys to call when that photo goes viral,” you told him and he laughed. “They all know you very well, there’s no doubt that they’ll figure out the real reason for this trip.”

“There’s no real reason, there’s just one reason and that’s work.” He said and you laughed. “Work for my job of being the best husband ever,” he added, chuckling. “But what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“I love you,” you chuckled.

“I love you too,” he smiled.

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Part 5C coming soon.

Zimbits Airport AU Part 2

read it on ao3 here | Part 1

They share earbuds for the rest of their time waiting to board— Bitty’s never been so grateful for his portable charger before. With some time and effort, he takes a page or so of notes on his Food Science reading, but he’s not actually convinced he’s absorbed any of it. His mind is too busy screaming because in a matter of minutes, Jack Zimmermann had met him, come out to him, listened to Beyonce with him, and asked him to come to a hockey game Saturday night. Bitty will be hard put to get any sleep on the flight if this keeps up.

He must have dozed off at some point, because Bitty knows he was just jotting down a couple more notes, but the next thing he knows, his notebook has slid off his lap onto the floor and Jack is tapping his shoulder. “Bitty? It’s almost time to board.”

“Oh, is it?” Bitty says once he’s had a chance to look around at his surroundings a bit more. The people on their flight seem to be the only ones left in the airport, spread out in the chairs or sprawled on the ground to take a nap. “I must have drifted off, sorry.”

And there’s that smile again, considerably wider and brighter than any he’s ever seen from Jack on TV. “It’s okay. But we’re boarding soon, so you might want to pack your things up?”


“What seat do you have?”

Bitty digs his boarding pass out of his backpack. “23C.”

“Oh,” Jack says, looking a bit put out. “I’m in business class.”

“You’d have to be to have enough room to stretch your legs out, now, wouldn’t you?” Bitty jokes, but he understands Jack’s tiny pout, which, by the way, is adorable— moving on. “Not all of us are over six feet tall.”

“No, I guess you aren’t.” Jack frowns for a moment as he thinks, then says, “Wait here” before getting up and going to the desk where the flight attendants are standing, looking as equally bored and tired as their passengers.

Bitty sincerely hopes he isn’t changing his seat to economy. He knows from his teammates (particularly Holster) that for most hockey players, himself excluded, cramming one’s legs into an economy seat is just not feasible for any flight longer than an hour or two. As much as he’d like to be able to sit by Jack during the flight, Jack has a game tomorrow. Surely he should know that’s a bad idea.

He packs up his things anyway, since there are only ten or so minutes until boarding, and watches as Jack discusses something with the flight attendant talking to him. They’re too far away for Bitty to hear a word they’re saying, but he sees the flight attendant nod and Jack smile. He comes back with a piece of paper in hand and offers it to Bitty.

“This is a boarding pass.”

Jack nods.

“With my name on it, and it says business class.”

Jack nods again.

“Jack Zimmermann, I hope you are not saying that you paid to upgrade my seat to business class. I can’t pay you back!”

“I asked them to transfer my frequent flier miles to your account,” Jack says. “There were enough for a free upgrade. Didn’t cost a cent.”

“I am flabbergasted.”

“Oh.” There it is again, the sad eyes that remind Bitty of a puppy and break his heart simultaneously. “I can take it back if you—”

“No, no, I wasn’t saying that,” Bitty says hurriedly. “But… it’s kind of a lot, isn’t it?”

“No, I always fly business class,” Jack says matter-of-factly. “I didn’t have a use for that upgrade anyway. And I wanted to keep talking to you.”

Good lord. Jack is blushing again and Bitty really is not sure he can handle it. What on earth is he supposed to say to that?

“Well, thank you very much, but I hope you don’t regret it,” Bitty’s mouth says of its own will. “I can get very chatty, which I don’t think is desirable for red-eye flights.”

Then he curses himself. That was definitely not the expression of gratitude he wanted to say.

“That’s okay,” Jack says. “I like hearing you talk.”

“You are going to be the death of me if you keep saying things like that, Mr. Zimmermann.”

“I fully intend to.”

The flight attendant calls for first class to board, and then business class and it’s time for them to go. Bitty holds out his new boarding pass to the flight attendant, who smiles at him and Jack and says “Enjoy the flight.”

“We will,” Jack says, and Bitty can’t keep himself from smiling.

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Caffe Napoli

This is a little something I whipped together for Adrinette Month Day 5 (Coffee Shop AU)! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Marinette couldn’t believe her eyes when he walked into the tucked away coffee shop where she worked. She hadn’t seen that face in years; as time had passed any trace of her obsession of him had slowly slipped away from her room walls until all that was left was a single picture, a picture from the Jagged Stone concert that they had both attended. Maybe she was dreaming? It had been a long day and after a while the faces did sort of blend together.

As he crept closer and closer to the front register it became clear that she wasn’t in fact dreaming. It was him, Adrien Agreste. He hadn’t noticed her yet. He had been typing away on his phone since he had walked in. Recognition did, however, strike his eye the second he looked up to place his order. He didn’t say anything, he simply stared at her.

Marinette, not sure how to react, put on her customer service smile and stuck to her typical script, “ Good afternoon, how may I help you today?”

“Marinette? Wow, it’s been so long!” His face bloomed into a full grin and Marinette felt countless memories rush back to her.

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Rose Soap and Cedar Perfume

A fem!snowbaz fic as a gift for my AMAZING, DEAR FRIEND @ismill!!! 

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Some blood/violence (rat-related, bc catacombs)

Sofia Snow is a smudge on my mirror that I can’t scrub off.

Sofia Snow is the scratchy tag on the back of my shirt.

Sofia Snow is a curse on our houses.

Sofia Snow is who I imagine walking down the isle with me in matching white dresses.

I hate Sofia Snow.


Snow barges into our room way past curfew, bruises blotched across her arms. She is gripping that damn sword, the one that’s almost as tall as she is and not quite as golden. It’s smeared with blood.

Green goblin goo is drying in that rat’s nest she calls hair.

Even though I’m screaming inside (I always am when she returns like this), I just blink impassively and turn back to my Potions textbook.

I can hear her slamming open drawers, sword rattling around and bumping into things until she finally spells it away. I try not to imagine her flushed face, the freckles violently spattered across her nose like fucking constellations.

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TO BE CONTINUED! I’m sorry again for the delay. But here’s a list of reasons why it took so long. Despite being essentially bullied into making this new page, I still had fun drawing it. And I even livestreamed it. :’) it took 5 HOURS AND 44 MINUTES TO FINISH THIS. I never want to hear anyone complain that it takes me too long to update ever again. I’ll try to update more often but I can’t make any promises when school starts up again. The comic isn’t over yet, btw. There will be a few more parts. Until next time, 


Thanks for all the support, those of you who don’t bully me and steal my art. Have a good night! 

*ALSO- You pronounce her name “Roar-uh” as in “Aurora”.

Part 1: Ready or Not
Part 2: Welcome to Motherhood
Part 3: It’s a Surprise
Part 4: Trial of the Trimesters
Part 5: Safe and Sound
Part 6: Wish you were Here
Part 7: Celebration
Part 8: Preparing the Nest
Part 9: Fears
Part 10: Fears Calmed
Part 11: An Omen
Part 12: No Choice
Part 13: Pulse
Part 14: Vulnerability
Part 15: It’s time
Part 16: Admission
Part 17: Problications
Part 18: A Husband’s Worry
Part 19: Arrival
Part 20: – 
Part 21: Coming Soon!

anonymous asked:

Can you give me a tip on how to do line-art? Because all I can do is a lot of lines (like an sketch) and I never do the finished line correct, it looks gross :(

First of all, it just takes so much patience to get it right. Most times you just gotta redraw the same line a hundred times until you get it right. It’s frustrating and tedious and sadly there are no tricks besides, y’know, the help of the stabilizer on SAI but that does more harm than good sometimes.

I’ve said this before but I have some friends I’ve seen drawing and the main reason why they end up with very shaky, uneven lines is that they make them super slowly so maybe it’s just that! So just keep your hand on the CTRL-Z and just redraw the line as many times as you need.

I would like to go in detail with this but honestly I don’t know much about lineart in general, I never gave it much credit until recently, sadly!

Good luck!


I don’t know how Tada-nii would react to Hiro dating, because Hiro has never dated.  Huh.  Wonder why.


(little note, I’m not an ask blog and I usually don’t take requests either >.<  This was just a cute ask I had sitting in my inbox for a really long time, and happened to fit well with something I wanted to draw anyway ^ ^; Thanks for understanding! <3)

“I hope the human likes this puzzle! I worked so hard on it!”
“I’m sure they will bro.”

I drew this a little bit ago and had forgotten to post it with my move going on and all. We’ve also been pretty slow here lately, so here you go! Skelebros! Aren’t they just adorable?

I have some mini-comics that answer an ask we got a bit ago coming out for RB soon! They are almost done and I hope you guys like it. It’s just coming along slowly due to life currently. Thank you for your patience~

I wish we could push comics out faster but we don’t draw super fast sadly. And we’ve tried doing less detailed or colorless comics but we can never seem to be happy with them. We gotta make them all pretty and detailed and it takes longer because of that. I swear we need clones!

~ Sol

Why on earth do you draw shooting stars all the time?“ He asked, his fingers running over the dark shape against the page.

I smiled, “Somedays are harder than others, the clouds in my mind like to wander and rain. So when I wake up, I make a wish. Some days it’s love, some days it’s happiness, some days it’s simply a sunny day. And than I draw the shooting star.Why sit and ponder life when you can take it in your hands, grasp it tight, and never let go?”

I looked down, embarrassed.

“Why sit and wait, when you can make your own wishes come true.

—  When you wish upon a star
Bright - Luke Hemmings

In which Luke is a struggling tattoo artist

Word count: 3.1k
Rating: PG-13

Written by Madalyn x ( @razorblade-hemmings )

As a kid, I had dreamed of having my art in a gallery for everyone to see.
All my drawings and paintings displayed all around a huge room to be admired and sought after.

Flash forward six years and I find myself wondering how the fuck I had ended up like this; 18 years old and so busy with university and working at some shitty little art and craft store in some bullshit mall.

I didn’t even draw like I used to anymore.
My greatest passion in life simply withered away under the stress of growing up, buried under mountains of homework and textbooks.

There was only one little thing that made coming into that cramped and damp smelling nest of misery every damn day.
One blonde asshole covered in tattoos that were probably a mistake if the only job he could get was at some shitty art and craft store.
He was a musician, and from what I had seen, his bandmates were about the same as him. One of his best mates, Calum, always came in after his shift at JayJays, constantly complaining about the amount of twelve year old girls and little twats who constantly swamped into his store.
Should have seen it coming, though. JayJays is twice as bad as Hot Topic.

Looking up from my book sitting on the counter of the, as always, empty store, I spotted a familiar head of curly hair bounding into the store and down the aisles towards the counter.
He plonked a plastic bag down on my counter before I could say anything and I knew exactly what it was.

“Oh my fucking god. I love you so much.” I told him, earning a chuckle from the tall blonde.

“Don’t tell my boss. If he finds out I keep stealing food for you and shitdick at the end of my shift I’ll get fired. Again. Where is he, anyway?” He asked, pulling himself up to sit on the counter and open the bag.

“Probably in the back drawing again. Either that or he’s sleeping. He’s been working at that tattoo place for the last month. Don’t know when he has time to sleep. I’ll just go make sure he hasn’t passed out.”

I turned tail and headed down the aisles to the closed door hidden behind a rack of coloured cardboard and magic markers, marked as ‘Staff Only’ and sure enough, there he was, propped up against the wall in his own little world with his sketch book on his lap as he scribbled away.

Seeing him like that was definitely one of the better parts of my job. He just looked so calm when he was working on his art, whether it was a new tattoo or just some little doodle, it was his element and he owned it.

“Hey, Luke. Ashton’s here. He brought stolen KFC and Pepsi with him.” I called from the doorway after watching him for at least two minutes.

He didn’t look up, but he did let out a small chuckle.

“Why didn’t you tell me that when you walked in instead of just standing there like a dickhead for that long?” He asked, a hint of laughter in his tired voice.

I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the doorway before walking down and sitting beside him.

“What’re you working on that’s so much more important than eating shitty chicken?” I asked, looking down at the detailed drawing on the page. “Whatever its for, it’s incredible..”

He shrugged, finally looking up at me with tired and dark eyes.

“A friend of mine wanted me to design a tattoo for them, and I have no appointments so if I get it done I’ll be able to do it tonight. Maybe it’ll keep me from falling asleep where I stand, yanno?”

His voice was as exhausted as his face looked, and he cut himself off with a yawn.

I let out a soft sigh, taking his sketchbook and closing it, ignoring his protests.

“Get up, dickhead. Go eat something. You’re keeping your friend waiting.” I chuckled, standing up and taking his hand to pull his half asleep frame from the position it had been in for the last three hours at least.

I found that he was basically dragging his feet as he walked, reminding me of an inky zombie.

“You don’t look too good, dude. You okay?” Ashton asked through a mouthful of food as I pulled him through the brightly coloured aisles back to the counter, where the curly haired blonde was sitting, stuffing his face with chicken.

“Just a bit tired. I’m all good.” Luke assured his best friend, chuckling a little at him tearing into the drumstick like a madman.

Rolling my eyes, I sat up on my chair behind the counter while Luke sat up next to his best friend on the counter, pulling the last two boxes out of the plastic bag and handing me one before opening his own.

“Are you two, like, together yet? Because It should happen.”

An almost synchronised choking noise escaped both Luke and I’s mouth and rang out the room, leaving us both trying to cough up the bit of chicken we had collectively inhaled.

“What?!” Luke choked, smacking his chest and coughing while Ashton just laughed his ass off.

“Uh, No, were not. I don’t think were even friends.” I said, taking a sip from my Pepsi to try and calm myself.
“I wouldn’t go that far. I think were friends. What makes you think we’re not friends?” Luke asked, looking up from his food, finished choking and now looking a little hurt that I had said that.

I shrugged, knowing I had just fucked up big time.
Wow, good job.

“We never hang out outta of work and all you do is draw, yanno?” I said, playing it off casually. “I hardly know anything about you.”

At this point, Ashton decided to interject.

“Well, you two finish your shift at the same time. Why don’t you take her to the tattoo place and show her around, Luke? You like tattoos don’t you, Y/N?” he asked, trying to salvage this conversation.

Luke nodded, a small smile appearing on his pink lips.

“I’d love to if you’re down. You’ve been talking about getting a tattoo for months now. Someone who wasn’t your friend wouldn’t know that.” He told me, standing up and finishing his food, downing the rest of his Pepsi before disappearing down into the supply closet again, back down to his cave for the rest of his shift just like every other day.

Ashton and I just looked at each other, shaking our head.

“I’d say his head is up his ass but clearly it’s in that fuckin’ sketchbook, huh?” He joked and I chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I guess so.”

The rest of my shift went by slowly and painfully.

Just as I had suspected, Luke didn’t reappear once, until I heard an alarm from the closet to let him know that his shift was over and that they had to close up.

“We still on for tonight?” He asked, surprising me as I locked the register and covered up the models in the front window.

“We what now?” I asked, making him laugh at my confused expression.

“Tonight? You were gonna come with me to work, remember?” he asked and a lightbulb clicked on in my head.

“Oh! You were being serious about that, huh?” I asked and I could have sworn he went slightly pale, but it was hard to tell under the gorgeous pictures covering the skin right up to his chin.

“Uh, yeah. But I mean, like, If you don’t wanna… that’s cool. It was just a suggestion to keep Ash off our back, yanno?” He said quickly, trying to defend himself and bringing a hand to scratch the back of his neck anxiously.

I chuckled, shaking my head at his anxiety.

“Of course I wanna go. You were right about the tattoo thing. Maybe I’ll get it tonight. Pick me up on the way?” I asked, winking at him and he just nodded, unable to find a response.

I wrote down my number and my address on a bit of paper for him, giving him a short hug before I headed out to my car, leaving him standing star stuck in the store.


About an hour later, I got a text from him letting me know that he would be at mine in an hour and I bit my lip. I hadn’t even began to get ready.

I mean, I’ve never really dressed for a guy.  I’m perfectly fine with going on a date in sweats and my cat shirt that’s like six sizes too big, but something about being alone with Luke made me wanna at least try and make a good impression.

I threw myself in the shower, brushing off the Dorito crumbs after I had just assumed my after-workdefault position: curled up in bed eating a whole bag of nacho cheese Doritos.  I probably have a permanent cheese odour.

After pulling on some skinny jeans and a decent t-shirt, there was a knock on my door.
Ah fuck. He was early.

Throwing my hair into a crappy ponytail, I ran down the stairs, tripping on the last one and landing on the floor with a loud bang and an even louder screech of “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK”

Í swung open the front door of my house with a groan and hair flying everywhere as I attempted to tame it once again.
“Uhhhh, hi?”
“You’re, uh, you’re early.” I stuttered, trying to act casual as I retied my hair again.
“Yeah.. Sorry. My manager called and said I had a client come in early so I have to get down there, like, now…” He looked pretty embarrassed. “I did text you but I guess you didn’t get it.”

I let out a groan, knowing I should have checked my phone as soon as I got out of the shower.
“Just let me throw some shoes on and we’ll go. Sorry… Didn’t even think to check.”

I rushed into my bedroom, grabbing my phone and taking a deep breath. Jesus, tonight wasn’t going well. I quickly pulled on my sneakers and hurried back downstairs, following Luke out to his car. We hardly spoke the whole ride, but the music that was playing made it less awkward. At least he had good taste in music.

“you look really pretty by the way.” He told me sheepishly as we walked into the brightly lit store, smiling to himself and making me snicker.
“You kidding? I literally fell down the stairs twenty minutes ago.” I told him and I heard him let out a chuckle.
“Ahh, that was probably my fault. Sorry.” He said, looking down at he walked and shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Eh. Don’t beat yourself up.” I told him, following him inside.

I was instantly star stuck. The art covering the walls was beautiful. They all had different signatures on them, but there was one wall with drawings that I recognized, and a signature that I knew.
“Did you draw all these?” I asked, turning to him as he shrugged off his jacket.

“What do you think I do at work all the time? I sure as fuck don’t work.” he laughed, walking over to me. “The customer gave me permission to let you watch so you can come with me if you want.”

Although the sound of the needle was daunting, I couldn’t take my eyes off his hands.
The way they worked was so smooth and natural, it was like he was made to do that.
His face was masked with a look of concentration as he worked, taking extra care not to hurt the person any more than he already was, and to make sure he did it right.

The end result was something I had never seen before, and I gave the woman he had been tattooing a bug thumbs up as she left to pay for her new body art.

“You’re incredible at that. Wow.” I told him, turning to the tattooed blonde who was cleaning up his needles and ink.
He shrugged off my compliment.
“It’s just something I’ve been interested in since I was a kid and when I tried it for the first time, I fell in love with it. I’ve had a fair bit of practice.” He told me, sitting back in the chair that his client had been sitting in minutes ago.

Biting at my bottom lip, I watched him leaned back and close his eyes. He looked pretty peaceful. He looked happiest here.  I knew I was ready for this as soon as I saw how natural it looked for him, and I pulled out my wallet, finding a folded up piece of paper.

Opening it, I handed it to him and put my wallet away, watching him for a reaction.
“What’s this?” he asked, sitting up and looking over it. “It’s gorgeous.”
“That’s my tattoo. That’s what I want.” I told him, making him look up.
“And you want me to do it for you? Are you sure you wanna do that?” He asked and I nodded.
“I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it.” I told him, and I swore I saw a small blush spread across his cheeks.
“Well, I’d be happy to do it.”


I took in a deep breath, nerves flaring up as I laid shirtless on my side in the chair. I knew it was gonna hurt but it was only now I was considering how much it would actually hurt.

His fingers on my skin offered a little comforting, though. Drawing out the stencil and cleaning the skin had somehow managed to calm me down a bit, my burst of courage well and truly gone.
“It’s not as bad as you think. I promise. It’ll be over before you know it.” He told me and I flinched, hearing the buzz of the needle.

I closed my eyes tightly as I first felt it pierce my skin, and I was right, it fucking hurt. He must have sensed my pain, or at least heard the whimper I surely let out because I felt the needle fall away from my skin, and one hand on my shoulder.
“Are you sure you really wanna do this? Are you absolutely certain?” he asked and I rolled my eyes, laughing at him.
“Luke, yes, now hurry up and start it.” I told him and he shot me a concerned look before starting again.

Although it hurt, it was manageable, and a few hours later he had finished it, helping me stand up and look at my new tattoo.
“Do you like it? I feel like I did it wrong…” He muttered, looking at it carefully and chewing t the black ring through his lip. I shook my head at his anxiety and chuckled.
“Luke, stop. I love it. I really love it. Thank you so much.”  I told him, bringing him to face me again, a smile clear on my face.

He seemed to calm slightly, but only slightly.
“Oi, Luke! I’m closing up early. You and your girlfriend can head home if you want.” I heard his manager call from the other room, making me blush.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Michael!” He called back, seeming a little on edge and defensive. It was quite cute actually.
“Oh, I thought I was! That’s so mean. You’re so mean to me!” I said, loud enough for his manager to hear, earning a chuckle from him.
“He’s never gonna leave me alone now, you know.” He told me, crossing his arms.

Oh, hello there confidence. Where have you been? Welcome home.
I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing onto one of his arms and pulling his body to mine, making him gasp.

“Don’t be so sensitive then, Blondie.” I smirked, standing on my toes to press my lips to his in a simple peck, meaning to pull away, but before I could he caught me and pulled me in for a deeper kiss.

My eyes widened a little, expecting to be rejected but now pleasantly surprised. His arms uncrossed and wrapped around my waist, bringing me even closer. I felt him smiling against my lips, and I couldn’t stop myself doing the same.

“Not my girlfriend my ass.”

I pulled away and turned just to see a set of keys hit the back of Luke’s head, making him let out a noise of disapproval and me a giggle.
“Come on. I’m cold. Take me home.” I told him and he just nodded, eyes slightly wide and his cheeks red, hot under the collar of his leather jacket.
“Uhh, yep! Okay.” he murmured as if trying to work out what happened.  Rolling my eyes for the umpteenth time, I walked out into the main waiting room and began turning off the lights while he just stood there dumbstruck by my actions.

“I better get paid for doing your damn job, Hemmings.” I called, pulling him out of his trance.
“How about I take you to dinner? Friday. I’ll pay.” he said, walking into the room with paler cheeks.
“Sounds like fun. Ill consider it.” I winked and he shook his head, smiling a bit and leading me out the door, locking it, and then taking me out to his car.

Once again, the drive home was quiet apart from the radio, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it was more comfortable than any conversation could be.

It wasn’t far, and the drive was over far too soon.  "So, I’ll see you at work tomorrow yeah?“ I asked, turning to see him staring at me.
"Of course. I’ll be counting down the hours.” He winked, making me laugh.
I leaned over and pressed my lips to his, hand resting on his smooth cheek and tilting my head a little bit.

Slowly pulling back, I chewed at my bottom lip and opened the door.

“Goodnight, Luke.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”

I stepped out and closed the door behind me, waving to him and shooting him a little smile before turning and heading up the path to my front door, grin planted on my face and with no future plans of moving.

Guess Ashton was right, huh?

Personal Art Advice

I have been asked by +10 persons in different asks about art advice during the last month, so I figured it would be nice to mix all their questions in one single post and make it open so others (maybe) can find something useful in it.

I will summarize, from my experience, the most important aspects of art in 5 big points (+ art advices in general) that are from my point of view, the basics you need to take into account when you’re an artist in development.

(sorry in advance for the grammar horrors;;;;;)



  • Art is a progressive-empiric, rational learning process, where your practice leads you to “unlock” abilities. But at the same time you NEED to understand what are you doing, what are your strengths (and enforce them), your weakness (recognize and accept them before you think about how to solve them) and that also you’re in a forever learning process, that you’ll never get the ultimate knowledge on anything because you’re not a frikin machine. Yet, the more you practice, the faster you’ll grasp concepts.

  • Practice is probably the most important point when it comes to everything you can attempt in life. Innate talent is good and all but I could be Da Vinci’s reincarnation and if I don’t practice, I will never know nor put my spark to work.

  • Daily practice is a must. And when I say practice I don’t talk about a whole Guernica everyday, but doodles, doodles are more than excelent because with each doodle a little +1 EXP pops up over your head (like some person on my dash said once, after you finished darwing this mug, you’re basically +1 better at drawing mugs, and the next time you do it, it will come out even better).
    Even if you don’t feel inspired, draw stuff. Everybody has 10 minutes a day to doodle something on a mere sheet of paper, on the corner of your school notebook. Don’t know what to draw? Draw something you have around you. You can even use your left-right hand as reference and practice drawing it (because God knows hands are the biggest Achiles’ Heel in the art world, so any practice and study you can do of them is more than welcome).
    Never use the “geez it’s not coming out well…” as an excuse to dismiss a  practice. If something’s not coming out the right way, just let it be. Maybe for 10 minutes, maybe forever (and start another one or move into a different thing immediately). If you’re stuck while drawing something, just take a break, go for a walk, to the backyard, do the dishes, and then come back to your picture with a new perspective. 90% of the time just taking a break will solve any visual issues you might have. Also never forget that not everything you draw has to be perfect, specially in your earliest stages as an artist (I’m still there btw).


  • First of all, there’s nothing shameful about references.
    References of human anatomy, expressions, color, lighting, clothing, landscapes, buildings, coloring techniques, etc; gather all of them. The most professional artists, animators out there use references ALL the time, so why would you abstain from them? I don’t know where that concept/trend came from but carve this in your brain: Art is not a competence on who uses less references to do their stuff. Referencing less than the artist next to you won’t get you higher in any rank of anything. Such rank doesn’t exist. End of.
  • When you start drawing, referencing is often done in a mimicing way (aka you basically stick to copy exactly what you see) because it’s a human basic instinct: in order to learn something, we start copying it exactly as we see it from the closest referral we have (like when you learn how to eat by yourself copying the way your parents do it). After that, you start making your own decissions, since you already gathered your basic info (how to grasp a fork) you can now move on and decide minor details to make the thing fit your specific necesities and shape to your personal limitations or requirements (like grabbing the fork with your whole hand, with the tip of your fingers, from a lower possition than your parents, etc).
    What’s my point? The worst thing that can happen to you is to become a references slave where you basically can’t function, draw basic shit without having a perfectly ideal reference (thing to copy), even when you have drawn the thing in question before, and many times. That’s where 75% of the newbie artists trip, and most of them can’t get up ever again. If you can’t think for yourself in a rational way, all the references in the world will be useless.

  • Being a references slave doesn’t only kill your creativeness, but also clogs your growth as an artist. When you reference from something, learn to discriminate what elements of what you see fit the drawing, image you’re trying to produce in your current style and/or ammount of details. The sooner you learn the difference between referencing and trying to be a human carbon paper, the sooner you’ll start enjoying your uniqueness, your individuality. It’s not something that can be taught, but a growing up process you have to do by yourself. Which leads me to the next point.

Style & Inspirations in relation to success.

  • I’ve heard countless times the phrase “yeah man I’m working on having my own style and that but it’s hard….”, specially from people that are basically trying to copy an artist (sometimes not even a professional artist) they admire and trying to force their uniqueness in the style of said artists. And sadly, I came to notice that half of the time, what they try to achieve is not the style precisely, but the success and popularity it gave to said individuals.
    So, please don’t.

  • If you attempt to be someone else, you’ll short change yourself and deprive a potential audience of the work that only you could ever create. It’s okay and completely osm admiring somebody, in fact the more people you have as idols the better, but don’t misinterpret admiration/appeal of their style with admiration of their success. 

  • If what you want is the popularity of your idols it’s okay, take them as an example, but as a whole person: what made them be in the place they are, their attitudes towards others, towards themselves, their connections, external factors of their lives, analyze what exactly makes their art successful or if it’s just their natural charm (some people have it, believe it or not, their art can be average or nothing super special but they are SO magnetic and SO lovable that they get more successful than more-skilled artists with horrible, toxic personalities. I have seen it happening a lot around me some years ago).

  • Style develops if you do art long enough, and that’s always going to take time. When you try to develop your own style, both extremes -trying to be different from everybody and excluding stylistic resources other artists use; and copying somebody’s else style and just changing a minor thing- are simply awful. Balancing both things and after a bit of self discover, you’ll be able to develop your own, unique way of doing things that is called style. Don’t force it, the best things take time. Let your style be one of them.

  • When I said that the more people you admire the better, I was talking about this as well. The variety. The more sources of inspiration you have, the better. Because even when you think they’re incompatible and can’t share aspects between them, they DO. There’s always you will learn from one style/artist/thing to apply to your own production. 

  • Coming from a self experience, when I started to draw things in pokemon style, I came to realize stuff that helped me enormously in my Fullmetal Alchemist style. Most people would go “but how if these two styles are NOTHING alike????”. And that’s exactly the point tho. At the same time, many people with an untrained artistic eye don’t notice it but my FMA style is not exactly like the official one, neither the one I use to draw Pokemon things. Why? Because I don’t commit the fatal mistake of automatically accepting these two things are sacred stuff, I don’t force myself into finding those styles perfectly appealing just because “a pro artist drew it”. There’s things on both styles that I just don’t like 100% and I decide to add my own touch in order to make it appealing to me (for example the eyelashes thickness on pokemon and mini-mini torsos for females, as well official designs for certain FMA characters).
    That leads me to the next point.

Draw for yourself.

  • If it’s not a commission (aka you were paid to draw that thing) or a gift for X person on an specific date, draw for yourself and for what you like. End of.

  • Don’t try to draw things that are popular on the moment and you just don’t like because it shows, for Jesus it does. Drawing and artistic expressions in general are that, an expression of yourself, and when you want to be a pleasant minion with no individuality just to fit in current tendencies, it also shows. Also the worst part? You’ll never catch up. By the time you produce enough work to impact the audience/fandom, the trend will have changed. You’ll forever be behind the tendency, and what’s worse, you’ll never develop a body of work people will look at and say “That’s a (insert your name)!”.

  • If you like doing memes with your favorite character, do it. If you like crossovers (like moi) of your fav chara with other charas they share personality/clothing style/seiyuu with, do it. If you like drawing mermaids, do it.

  • Please do what makes you happy, otherwise the whole art thing will be completely senseless because what’s the point of attempting to make others happy if you can’t do it with yourself to start with?

Get an art buddy.

  • And if possible, make it be more than one to don’t become dependant on them. (it’s not a nice thing once it happens;;;).

  • Let me clarify this first and have it present please: an art buddy is an artist like you, roughly in your same skill level, roughly in your same work field, that will be developing their style at the same time than you but most likely not at the same pace.

  • Things that an art buddy is not:

    -That one super nice person that always kiss your ass even when you draw a circle and throws hearts to you no matter what and never sees anything that could be improved on what you draw.

    -Your recurrent commissioner.

    -Any non-artist person that had made their favorite sport to criticize your art even when they don’t draw (non-artist people in general can opine too but they’re not art buddies).

    -An artist person you don’t know or talk with personally.

    -An artist person you talk with about your art each a few weeks and then the earth swallows them again for an undetermined span of time.

    -An over-leveled artist that qualifies more like your art tutor.

    -An artist that moves on a completely different field of work (like, you draw kawaii desus and they go with super-realism).

After making that clear, I continue. 

  • Be sure to find somebody you can at least relate personally to, somebody that can keep you motivated on a daily basis and give them reciprocal motivation, since the art learning process is a long and the more company you have the better. More likely you will also learn stuff from them and complete each other with your respective knowledge. Exchange numbers and social media directions and all of that.

  • But always remember: an art buddy is supposed to motivate you to stay on the road but at the same time not everyone has the same development pace. Never feel guilty for improving tons while your buddy doesn’t or don’t be resentful when it’s your buddy who improves and you feel stuck; that stuff happens. Help your buddy as long as it doesn’t burdens your own growth, and feel motivated when your buddy is successful.

  • Sometimes also, people are just naturally toxic and it takes you a while to notice. But as soon as you do, please, just put an end to the partnership as soon as possible because toxicity is contagious, and you have no idea how much.

Finally, a few basic tips on art itself:

  • Contrast is essential. Makes everything nicer and pleasant to the eye.

    > Blurry and sharp.
    > Color contrast (warm and cold colors; dull and saturated; complementary ans supplementary colors; lighters and darkers).
    > Line contrast (thick and thin lines; broken and regular lines; curves and straight lines; curves and counter-curves too; colored and black lines).
    > Elements contrast (basic example, draw something round and big next to something small and square to make the big round thing look even bigger and rounder. That’s basically how it works).

  • Always sketch, draw basic structures of your thing before attempting the thing itself. I still see out there people that claim that their “art teachers” told them to don’t sketch and go to the drawing directly. That’s bullshit.

  • Proportions are your friends. Take them into account.

  • A gray layer on overlay above your pic will make colors look like WOW.

  • Colors are an entire language by themselves. Learn it please. Schemes and mood of the image go hand to hand (don’t paint it mega technicolor where the scene goes about somebody mourning a dead relative, you know).

  • The rule of 4:3 exists for a reason.

  • Learn about laws of composition. When you take them into account, everything you produce is 25% more appealing.

  • Don’t shade colored pics with multiply and grey for god’s sake…. (unless it’s a tone-overlay technique where you also hue-ize those gray shadows later).

  • Rotate your canvas for major comfort, it’s not illegal.

  • Avoid tangents as much as you can (that’s when two lines oooor edges of two elements of your drawing touch in a way it looks the the logo of Adobe).

  • The closer, the more detailed it is. The further, the less detailed. It’s further for a reason: it’s not the focus of the picture.

  • Natural boobs can never be bigger than a human head. Women’s nipples don’t look like a tanner mini boob over the major boob either (I know I might destroy many individuals fantasies with this but somebody had to tell you dude).

  • When your hands are down, thumbs point the body. When you show up your palms, they point outside. Simple as that.

  • Unless you’re making an acromatic pic (black+white+grayscale), even your darkest colors will need a hue, even minimal, just don’t leave it on zero.

  • Textures are your friends when you want to give a final, distinctive touch to your drawing, but remember the protagonist is supposed to be the picture, not the new texture you downloaded (instead use your new downloaded texture as a screentone and color your picture with it maybe).

  • Lines are thicker where there’s supposed to be a shadow, lighter where the light hits the object.


That’s all on my head now :D Hopefully in a near future when I learn something myself, I’ll be able to improve this, and add or fix some points maybe!

♥Happy arting♥

anonymous asked:

!!! Can you do an imagine of Gaius being that one Starbucks worker the purposely messes up Robins name and changes it to Bubbles 0:

Actually i meant to make this into a comic, which is why it’s a little short, but I may do so anyways! Has no idea how to draw backgrounds or most things. Oh well, start of a beautiful love story…

“Okay, mister–” You have your cheeks puffed out, your elbows haphazardly on the counter, and an expression fit for a warrior. All so you can wipe that cheeky look off the gingered barista before you.

“Mister,” he snorts, and you are bristled further. Okay, well, what are you supposed to call him? Hey you, you piece of shit! (Not such a bad idea for next time…)

“I know you know english. Then why, pray tell–”

“What century are you from,” he interrupts you once more, a grin on his face so wide it’s as if he’s hearing a comedy routine rather than an attempt at giving him a piece of your mind. Though, you must admit, he is, well…cute. His hair is ruffled like he rolled out of bed and didn’t bother to even smooth it into something socially acceptable. He has a lazy slouch, and you swear you’ve caught him picking his nose a few times (which does bring into question the quality of your macchiatos). And yet, despite all those flaws, there is a boyish, mischievous charm that barely shines through.

Cute or not, you have business to take care of.

“Why, why do you keep writing Bubbles! My name is _____! ____!!! It sounds nothing, absolutely nothing like it! I want answers, bub.”

His skeptical look returns. “Bub? What planet did you drop from?”

You ignore his jab at your semantics. “Come on! You even draw bubbles, do you have that much time?” Even during rush hour, he never fails to leave odd, and sometimes ridiculous, illustrations on your cup. While you don’t want to get him in trouble for his pranks, you do want your answers. Why the fascination with you?

“To mess with a cutie like you? Yes.”



Why I don’t take commissions

I get asked about them maybe 2-3 times a month, so I thought I would elaborate a little more on why I don’t.

Basically I’m a very leisurely artist both when I’m actively drawing, and in the amount of time it takes to complete something in general. I take my time because I’m a perfectionist with certain details and can easily lose 45 minutes nitpicking. A side-effect of that is that I get irritated easily and have to put drawings aside for later, sometimes months later (or never :3), because it’s hard to work when all you want is to do is move the file to the recycle bin; a feeling that’s compounded by the anxiety of a deadline and not wanting to disappoint a client. 

Start to finish my last bust took maybe 5-6 hours over the course of three days. Following the min $15/hr rule, that’s $75-$90 for a bust. That’s a lot of money for people nowadays. That’s a lot of money when you consider I might have to put the drawing aside for 6 months before I can look at it again because I’ve managed to stress myself out about some inane detail that got on my nerves.

When I’m drawing I’m either at my calmest or my most neurotic, and in the interest of other people’s trust and my reputation, I’ve decided to take a financial bullet and not do paid work, much as I’d occasionally like to.


Waiting for the time to pass you
Hope the winds of change will change your mind
I could give a thousand reasons why
And I know you
And you’ve got to
Make it on your own,
But we don’t have to grow up,
We can stay forever young. 
Living on my sofa,
Drinking rum and cola,
Underneath the rising sun. 

I could give a thousand reasons why,
But you’re going,
And you know that
All you have to do is stay
A minute
Just take
Your time
The clock
is ticking

All you have to do is wait. 

[won’t admit what I already know. I’ve never been the best at letting go.]

Also titled as “Myah look at the damn reference BEFORE you start drawing” 
Malibu’s ears should flop down whoops. And I think Claire has more piercings ahh. 

I’ve been listening to this song on repeat. Eventually, I’ll post a video draw. I see an inkling of my old style + this took my a little over two hours (instead of four lol) so I’m pretty happy with how it came out!! 

Stay /c/ Zedd + Alessia Cara 
Claire /c/ @martemis
Blue + Art /c/ me~

So it’s been a while since I talked about sigils. 

It’s perfectly fine to not like the first sigil you make. It might look terrible and you might think “Why am I even trying this? My sigils will never look as good as the other people’s.” 

Stop that. Do you think everyone draws perfect sigils at the first shot? More often than not, there is a rough draft of a sigil. 

Here is an example: 

The top left corner is the first one I drew. It looks terrible. However, I rarely use the first one that I draw. The final draft (in the lower right corner) is that same sigil after it has been modified six times. I don’t stop until I’m happy with how it looks, which can take several tries and changes. 

Don’t worry if the first one looks terrible. Do you think the rough draft of a research paper is the one you’re going to be turning in for a grade? No. So don’t think that you’re bad at sigil making. The entire point of a rough draft is getting something down on paper to work with. The same applies to sigils.

Valkyon: A Vital Detail

There’s something critically important about our charming meat-shield that I never noticed until it was too late. 

Take a look. 

Aw. Thanks, Valk. Now let’s look closer. 

…He wears buttons. Not draw-string. Just buttons. 

And there goes that critical pants-removal scene in his debut NSFW one-shot

This is why you always do your research beforehand. -_-

Oh, screw it. If anyone asks, Valkyon was working in the forge that time in his underwear. The man’s just that fearless. Don’t ask why. 

image credit: emmyseldarya 


i never draw spiritshipping so why not also i accidentally did all the lines on the top one on the doodle layer sobs

still 100% my headcanon that judai has two sex modes: “don’t give a shit, do what you want” and “/MAKES THIS A GAME”

also that he visits his friends on his post-everything adventures and he and johan do the stupidest shit with their time like go to theme parks and duel on the bathroom floor and take selfies while making silly faces