A super quick sketch for Viktuuri week!! I can’t let this awesome event pass by without contributing. I did this at work, took me like 45 min in between meetings hahaha I’m the worst. I’ll try to do other ones with a bit more quality time.
And Yuuri with long hair because YES. Long distance prompt.
You know what I feel bad about? People keep asking me if I’m still drawing, or if I’m gonna make a new video and I just don’t have an answer for that right now as much as y'all deserve an answer because you guys have been nothing but patient and kind to me. So here’s what little explanation I have, and I hope you can bear with me on this! I figure it’ll get kinda long.
I would put a read more here but I can’t figure out how to do it on mobile right now so uh…sorry about that. I’ll fix it later.
Anyway, I haven’t drawn much of anything seriously in a long time and really, I want to but I just can’t for a few reasons. At least not right now. My usual explanation is that my computer is old and unbearably slow, and that I can’t find my tablet pen and that I always am working so I’m just tired and I don’t have the time. All of that is absolutely true. My computer is going on 8 years old and I haven’t seen my tablet pen in months and I really am swamped with work to the point where I can’t sit and draw like I used to. It’s absolutely true, but deep in my SOUL I know the real reason is because I’m just really struggling to do anything I enjoy these days.
I’ve been in what’s probably the worst depressive episode I’ve ever been in and it’s lasted for so long I can’t recall a day where I didn’t spend an inordinate amount of what little energy I have thinking about killing myself. I miss drawing. I just feel so empty about most things these days that I can’t motivate myself to hunker down and make something so involved when most days just getting myself to make dinner is a real challenge.
In the meantime I’ve taken up a bunch of other little hobbies that to kind of fill the space it once held (and also to try and give myself meaning in a way that’s weirdly like I try and collect as many hobbies and skills as I possibly can to add value to my existence in a way that I know is stupid and superficial and ultimately not going to work but hey, it’s how I cope for now I Guess). These hobbies were generally more portable, quicker to learn and quicker to finish and just overall easier to squeeze into my schedule, and they were fun and I did really like them, but still…When it comes down to it, they’re not the same. They’re just distractions from everything and they don’t bring me the excitement I got from drawing and sharing with you all.
I’m not entirely sure what my goal is with this post, other than I feel like you guys deserve an explanation because everyone here has always been so supportive and kind. I love and appreciate everyone that’s still hanging on with me. The knowledge that there are still people here looking out for me and being there even when I’m not posting art or always responding, or even posting at all is a thought that brings me comfort and relief like I can’t even begin to adequately express. So thank you guys. It means everything to me. I hope I can get back to drawing one day, and it’s my sincerest hope that I can draw something then that can bring you guys even just a fraction of the comfort and relief that you guys have consistently brought to me over the years.Fingers crossed.
Well heres the Sketch of the day, sure it’s something you dont like because it’s not nsfw No Poppy, No Lulu and No Tristana (my worst yordle to draw), but Evangeline i have the idea this morning when i wake up, so hope you like it, also long time i dont do her, yeah she’s a bit childish, also living alone without her sister is boring for her, she study magic alot and do alot of craft to waste her time and to live (a bit like me)
Prompt: Clash of social classes in which Luhan is poor
Genre: ??? I actually have no idea how to categorize this. Mild angst? Idek
Word Count: 1987
The first time you saw him, you had to do a double take.
Yeah, he had some dirt and grime smudged into his skin, clothes that had seen better days, and his hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a while, but he was still cute. In fact, you didn’t look back at him because of his clothing status, or hair; there were plenty of other people on the streets like that. You looked back because he was handsome, and it wasn’t until you took the second glance that you noticed his ragged appearance. And putting both observations together caused confusion, or was it intrigue?
Whatever it was, it made you slow down because you began to stare.
You quickly looked forward again and began walking to the subway entrance a little bit faster, failing to see him duck his head to stare back at the ground as soon as your eyes met.
Every day, when you walked to the subway to go home, he was there, sitting against an old building, sometimes singing, and always a tin can for charity change which sat in front of him. Beside him, there lay an old, yet reliable backpack with rationed food, water bottles, a blanket, a jacket, and the money he received from yesterday.
Every day you’d pass by him, and every day the two of you would make fleeting eye contact.
It wasn’t until one day, a month later, that you got off work early and stopped to listen to him sing. He had his eyes closed, and he was leaning back with his hand folded over his chest. If he wasn’t singing, you’d think he was sleeping.
His voice was sweet and captivating and when he held out his last note, you found yourself wishing the song didn’t end.
He opened his eyes and looked up at you.
You startled back a step, blinking a few times, before clearing your throat and pulling out the first bill in your bag that your fingers felt to drop it into the can.
“You have a really nice voice,” you said with a friendly smile.
“Thanks. That took a while to say hello, though, not gonna lie.” He grinned back.
“Well…yeah, yeah it was. What’s your name?”
“Can I treat you to some coffee?”
It had been a couple weeks since you made acquaintances with Luhan, and every day on your way home, you would greet each other and whatever spare change you had was dropped into his can with soft, metallic clanking. Now you wanted to treat him to some coffee, spend a little free time together. He was cool.
“I don’t want to bother you with-”
“Nah, don’t worry about it, Luhan. I wanna hang out with you. Tell me a story or something.”
“Well…I guess, yeah. Sure. Thanks.”
“So where did you go yesterday?” You asked as he sipped his cup. “I didn’t see you at your spot.”
“I was at a hotel.”
“A hotel? Why?”
“To wash up. Once I save enough money, I can get a proper bed, a warm shower, TV, room service, though I rarely order it. I only get it if I really have enough.”
“So you only get to shower once every week or so?”
He took a long draw from the steaming cup before answering. “Warm shower,” he corrected. “I wash up whenever I can, and I take the little shampoo things from the rooms. But I go if I have enough. That’s after making sure I have enough to feed myself and get water and other essentials. Sometimes it’s choosing between a blanket or a bed. Winter can get pretty harsh, but people tend to be more generous around Christmas time. Sometimes I get enough to stay at a hotel for two days. Summer is the worst though. It’s hot and you’re all sweaty and gross and that just adds more negative appeal to your appearance.” He took another gulp.
You sat there, watching the steam rise and curl from your coffee, letting his words sink in.
“So you really are homeless?”
He chuckled. “Believe me. If I had a place to settle down, I would.”
“How long have you lived like this?”
“Hmmm…a couple years? I moved from my old spot because some of the guys there were getting troublesome and I like my face.”
“It’s a good face.”
“You know it,” he replied with a smirk. “But just so you don’t get the wrong idea,” his face grew serious again, “I don’t sit against that wall all day begging for money. It’s humiliating, honestly. Anyone who begs has to stuff down and even destroy whatever pride they have in themselves to ask strangers for money, and all we can be is thankful because without their charity…well, too bad the world revolves around wealth.”
“Would it…would it be too much to ask what happened?”
He shook his head. “Nah…not really. A lot of people actually have the same or similar stories.” He downed the last of his coffee and took a bite of the pastry you bought him. “Basically what happened was I made a bad investment at the worst time. I loaned my friend a good bit of money to help support him in his business that he wanted to start, and it had a good future if it wasn’t for the city’s economic downturn four years ago. His business was crushed, he couldn’t pay me back, a bunch of people like myself got laid off, I couldn’t pay for my bills or my home, and eventually I had to move out to the streets.”
“I’m so sorry that happened.”
“Yeah, I am too, but right now, the best I can do is just get by and save money as best as I can.” He took another bite and chewed slowly, staring at a spot on the table. “It’s funny,” he said after he swallowed, “most people who are homeless don’t actually live on the streets. Even I don’t stay out here for too long. I usually crash at a friend’s house, like most, but I felt bad for mooching all the time so I’m just…enjoying the fresh air…I actually know quite a few kids who are homeless too.”
“Mhmm. If parents lose their jobs, their homes, so do their kids. The sad thing is, since most places require a solid bank account and address and stuff, it’s really hard to get back on your feet once it’s gone. Believe me, not all of us are junkies or alcoholics. A lot of us are trying to get a home, a job, our lives back. Even people who work can be homeless too. I’m working, but housing can get really expensive in the cities so I’m saving as much as I can for a small apartment at least…sorry, I’m rambling.” He took another bite.
“No, it’s fine. It's…a bit of a perception change.”
“So what do you do.”
“Ambitiously washing dishes. My shift ends about half an hour before you pass by and then I sing a little sometimes, it helps.”
You finished your coffee. Here was this pleasant, friendly person with a nice sense of humor and a good heart, working as best as he could and still barely scraping by each day. A world revolving around money instead of character. And here you were working a solid job with great pay, with a huge inheritance from your family, and living in the penthouse suite of the chain of apartments your family also owned.
“I uh…my family actually owns quite a few apartment complexes, condos and such. I can see if we can give you an address to keep, I’m sure we can, and you can pay it off when you can and I can help you if you want. Please let me help you.”
He stared at you, wide-eyed and still processing. It took a few moments to for him to clear his throat to reply. His eyes hardened with cautious defense.
“Look, don’t take this the wrong way but homeless people can disappear easily and pretty much no one would notice. How do I know you aren’t gonna, I dunno, sell me or something. I don’t even know who you really are.
This startled you. “O-oh. Well, I…damn, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think of how weird it might be for you but I, uh…”
You pulled out your phone and typed your family name into the search engine. You started laughing, unable to believe you were actually looking yourself up.
“Here. I know this is super weird and stuff but this is really me. I just, I just really want to help a friend out.”
“What the fuck? You're…you’re rich? Like rich, rich! How-what?”
“No. Hold up. You’re super rich like, really fucking rich?”
“My family is. I still work.”
“But you-what are you, some billionaire philanthropist? What are you doing just talking with me over a cup of coffee? Shouldn’t you be living in some CEO penthouse suite for the rest of your life? Why do you use the subway? The fuck?!”
“My parents raised me to earn my money. My family is rich but I’m not so different from regular people either, and I guess I just got used to taking the subway. Seriously though, I…I wanna help you out.”
He chewed on his lip, turning the whole situation over in his mind.
“But I-I don’t have enough…well, enough anything to pay you back. Why would you-”
“Please. Don’t worry about it. Think of it like…like I’m making an investment. As long as you work hard.”
“This isn’t some sort of joke, you’re actually gonna help?”
“Yes, I am. It’s just not fair for you, for anyone.”
He looked down. “The world isn’t fair, but damn.” He looked you in the eyes, his emotions swimming and you could tell he was forcing himself not to cry. “Thank you. Thank you so much. It’s been so hard when almost everyone passes by you without looking, and when they do it’s with pity or contempt or disgust. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I really don’t know how to thank-” His voice broke and he began sobbing, biting back the sounds that wanted to escape from his throat. He just hid his face in his hands, as his shoulders shook with the weight of life being lifted off, even if it was just a little.
You had invited him to your penthouse suite for a warm dinner and a nice shower and the spare bed while everything got sorted out.
You changed into something more comfortable and when you left your bedroom, you found him standing close to the window wall. He looked down, watching the night lights of the city, the moving life so far beneath him.
“It’s beautiful,” he said quietly.
“Yeah,” you stood next to him and looked down. “Yeah, it is.” Seeing the city from so far up in his point of view, his view that was always on the stained concrete, it really was very beautiful.
“Maybe that’s why so many people in this position are ruthless, thinking they’re better than the rest of us,” he whispered mostly to himself. “They’re just so used to looking down on everyone. And everyone seems to have to look down on someone else to feel better about themselves…isn’t it sad?”
You could only nod and you stared at the breathing lights below.
“Thank you for not being that kind of person, and don’t let the fleeting image of money or power cloud your kindness. Because anyone. Anyone can become homeless. Who are we to put our security in bits of paper and the intangible concept of ownership. All our stuff will go to someone else sooner or later, so why should it matter so much?”
“Here you go,” Dean said, handing the
steaming coffee cup to the severe looking woman in a business suit “and have a
great day.” He shot her his best, brightest, award-winning smile– the one that
had girls practically falling right there.
It didn’t seem to affect her though, Her features just as cold and
emotionless as ever as she gave him a curt “Thanks” before walking out of the
summary: For an unknown reason to you, Ashton seems to just hate everything about you. And you could probably say the same thing about him. Until one day when you decide to finally get the truth out of him and then things take a really unexpected turn, leading to some of Ashton’s most hidden secrets.
if you’ve been following me for a long time, you know i am the worst at summaries lol
has always been one of your favorites. You like painting and drawing, it’s
one of your biggest passions. Although, since the beginning of high school, it
hasn’t been at the top of your list of favorite things to attend. There is only
one person that could actually take away the passion you have for art from you, and that
is none other than Ashton Irwin. You two have never liked each other. Thinking
about it, you have no clue why, he just always throws you these
dirty looks and rude remarks every time he gets the chance to, so to say he doesn’t
like you is quite the understatement.
You share only one class together and it just so happened that the teacher seated you two next
to each other. And lucky you, it’s art class, one of the only ones you
actually enjoy attending. But ever since you had to share a seat next to
Ashton, all of the fun in art kind of faded away. He never does anything the
teacher asks him to, never even touches a pencil or a brush. He is a
really weird kid, going against the rules probably thinking he’s cool, but he
really isn’t. He’s going to fail at something as simple as art, only because
he’s being stubborn.
Oh my gosh…This was a journey. Brian, (@gambalt) you better know that I love you because I spent 3 days researching, practicing drawing and refining this character. I mean…I spent so much time on him that we’re probably best friends now.
Sorry it took so long. It took me a while to get him right. The early sketches were the worst things I’ve ever seen.
An injured stranger, with secrets hidden behind a warm smile may mean danger for the town. McCree knows this, and yet its not just his worries, or the promise of whisky that draws him to the bar most days. Western AU. Written for Mc76 Week 2017. Day 7 Prompt: AU.
The blog "disneymoviesandfacts" posted one of your Angel drawings with no credit. It was posted in 2014 but I still thought you should know.
ooh thats rather annoying!
This year for me has been the worst for art theft :’D My stuff is all over products on eBay which is infuriating but there’s really not much I can do! It takes so long to get something removed and by the time I do that there’s another one popped up!
I tend to focus more on the accounts that are actually impersonating me these days as I really do have a big problem with that! I’ve had 3 cases of that the past few months :S
but hey that’s the downside of being an online artist! It happens! It’s shitty! I appreciate anybody who brings my attention to these things! I do like to keep an eye!
Me: Gee, me, I always complain whenever I draw Toushin Yusuke because of all the manga inconsistencies but I never want to do the simplified anime version. Maybe I should sit down and create one version for myself based on all the different official references available so that I don’t have to keep going back to the manga and flip and curse every time.
Me: Great idea, me!
*several days and many flipped tables later*
Me: WHOSE STUPID IDEA WAS THIS
The arms were the worst part sob sob. I ended up rolling little paper cylinders to draw on lmao (it actually helped a lot)
I always understood they had to drastically simplify the design for animation purposes, but I feel like I understand the character designer tasked with Toushin Yusuke’s stylesheet much better now lmao (*looks at manga* *draws a couple of Vs* *peaces the f*** out*)
I wonder how long it took Togashi to come up with the original concept, and how many iterations they went through before approving the final anime version. I’d love to see how that process went …
I kinda feel like it’s why Raizen only has marks on the side of his face, because Togashi was like hahhaha what was I thinking screw me I’m not doing this again luls
Anyways, stuff is still kinda not aligned, but since I got this far, here it is. This is based on:
Various panels in the manga, which (as anyone who has tried to use it to draw Toushin Yusuke knows) are all different, even shots of the same angle. I arbitrarily pulled what seemed to be most defined or work/look the best. There appear to be three main styles. I’ll call them the “sharp” version (more angular tattoos), the “curvy” version (more curved) and the “WTF” version (the initial appearances that have no semblance of rhyme or reason and appear to be just squiggles everywhere). Within each version there’s a lot of freestyling going on too. My personal preference is the curvy; it makes me think more of fluid ink and brushwork.
The official Yu Yu Hakusho Gashu Togashi artbook, which includes a flat pattern that grabs different parts of the tattoo that appear in the manga. It also takes the sharp and curvy chest designs and uses them as design elements on the table of contents page. So my design attempt on his chest here combines both. (Looking at it now, it’s kinda overkill)
The anime stylesheet as a starting point for the back tattoos - there is no clear shot of it in the manga as his hair almost always obscures it completely or he’s far away and Togashi didn’t bother filling in any details.
Complete and utter BS. His legs are never shown (he’s always wearing jeans, although you can see hints of tattoos through the holes in his pants), and the one bare foot you see does not sport any tattoos. I made stuff up for these.
Again, THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM A REAL/ACCURATE REFERENCE. I made stuff up and I’m not a pro who can draw things consistently from different angles. I can’t even draw guy hips okay …
But feel free to reference it if you wish for fanart or cosplays or whatever! And if you do use it, please let me know, I love to see more Yusuke~
Liefe the Maid(me @jisunshines ), Kai the Samurai( @krazehkai ), Rui the Archer( @cynphonium ) and Lithy the Troubadour( @lithety )~ The cake is strawberry chiffon! I love that Liefe can bake 😂😂😂
I drew Fatesonas that I’ve seen so far to forget the pain. Hope that was okay for @cynphonium and Lithy ;w;)/~ (also I apologize if the colors are different for Rui. I couldn’t find a good reference ;w;)
I love seeing people’s Fatesonas~~~!! This reminds me much of OC communities I’m used to and it’s fun~
Also I’ve been thinking about Liefe’s supports and it’s pretty fun(for me at least), especially with Leo cause they don’t like each other. Basically Leo would be like “You should be fired you’re too lazy” and she would be like “Mrgrgr Lord Leo is a jerk” 😂 I wanna draw this when time allows me!
+My laptop’s still broken so this was done on Galaxy… I miss digital painting…
++Did I intend to draw Kaifu(Kai waifu) the cutest? Maybe……😎
+++Since many kind souls have been worried about my health, I’d like to update on the matter! I went through my final oral surgery today and it’s going better than I thought. Just a few more steps to go through but the worst part is over(I think)!
Thank you so, so much for your support. I was surprised by the caring reaction. I’d been on my own on Tumblr for a long time, so having met wonderful people like you really warms my heart.
You guys have a great day and be happy too~~~!!♥
Hello Mr. Mense! I really love your work and your style. You seem to also be extremely humble and hard-working, and I admire that. A quick question: How do you deal with "art blocks" or times when you just feel stuck or lacking in motivation? How do you keep your ideas fresh? Especially as a comic artist, when you have schedules to keep and deadlines to make. Do you have any advice for artists struggling to stay consistent and avoid really bad "dry spells"?
Sometimes everything is easy, evrything comes fast and it’s almost magical, like a transe… but most of the times work is work and you’ve got to struggle to achieve your goal.
And in the worst days, nothing comes, no ideas, no fluidity, it’s like you don’t know how to draw anymore. When that’s the case, I go out and I do something else. There is nothing to do.
There is another case of art block, it’s longer, it seems blurry and you don’t have any motivation to work on your projects. Working on long project can be exhausting, especially in comics. My solution in this case is to find quick pleasure on something else. I need to surprise myself. I usually start an illustration or a character design, totaly free, no story, no pressure, I need to feel the pleasure of free creation, I try some new style etc…Usualy it works and I come back to my project, happy to see my characters and my good old universe.
The best way to avoid art block is to avoid to stay focused on yourself, you’ve got to watch what’s going on everywhere else, what are doing other artists (tumblr is so great for that), see movies etc…
Just a little ficlet about Rose in Pete’s World and the fickle cruelty of human memory.
All ages, 434 words
At first, she forgets tiny details. She barely even realizes that the memories are fading.
It’s the way he would stroke his thumb across hers a certain way when he was flirting and a different way when he was warning her that they were about to run. Which ties he habitually paired with which oxfords and the way he ran his fingers along the sides of a book when he was engrossed in reading.
It’s been six months since Bad Wolf Bay when her first thought upon hearing something funny from a coworker is to tell the Doctor, Rose’s heart drops through her stomach. She should know better by now. But she tucks it away to tell him one day and tries to imagine his face when she tells him.
She panics when she realizes that she can’t remember what his laugh sounds like.
I was talking to my family about going camping this month, and then this Modern AU idea was born. I have a bunch of different thoughts on where this could go! I think this may just be my post-SWAS project. :) Let me know what you think! It needs some tweaking, but I am so excited about this, omg.
I’d write more about this, but I think it’s already a bit long as is. Lmao. I hope this hasn’t been done?
Astrid Hofferson often goes camping with her Uncle Finn. They always hit up different sites for various recreation activities- hiking, rock climbing, swimming, kayaking… Things like that.
Hiccup, on the other hand, would be dragged along camping by his father for some quality father-son time. (Fishing, hunting… Things like that. For old time’s sake.) He’s reluctant… but he loves his dad. He’s willing to go, though he’s iffy about all of those licensed guns that his dad is preparing.
And it just so happens that the two have adjacent campsites.
So let me just say… yesterday was one of the worst days I have had in a long time. Basically my college drawing teacher said that I don’t belong in my current drawing class because of my lack of drawing skill (at least for the class’s level) and she basically told me that I have no sense of composition or meaning in my work… Having a teacher tell you that you basically have no chance of making it in the class that you are trying REALLY hard in SUCKS… Especially when art is my LIFE.
SO WITH THAT SAID I’m feeling better today but got home yesterday and took out my sadness and anger with this piece. Corazon and Law really reminded me of how I feel… and I wanted to draw Cora-san protecting Law because I was like Law yesterday, I lost hope there for a while. SO really this piece was super therapeutic, my best friend came over and helped talk me through my issues, and now I’m back to normal. I hope YOU all like my art and I want to send a heartfelt thank you to Eichiro Oda… One Piece has helped me so much in life… Thanks everyone for helping me remember that art is my passion even when someone says I’ll fail.
By the way today’s chapter was amazing and touching with Cora-san and Law… nearly made me cry.