#Tryna practice rendering

[vinniyam]

uhhh second post. If u know who this, is I love u 😭👏

[superbellsubways]

least surprising post from me

[fading4ngel]

drags my tongue over his stomach,,,

[celeste-clearwater-06]

The Kitchen Window (pt. 2)

(Bayverse! Raphael x F! Reader)

desc- (raph keeps coming to see you, much to his older brothers' distaste, meanwhile you're making a few new friends.)

warnings - none, some swearing (to be expected

word count - 3.1k

READ PT 1. HERE

“You went back to see her?!”

Raph rubs a hand in a downward swipe against his face, pulling his lower eyelids dramatically. He knew this was coming.

“She was being attacked!” He counters, “Am I just supposed to just stand around like an ass? Is that what you want me to do, Leo?”

He was a hot-headed, ass-kicking, crime fighting, vigilante. Still nothing could save him from the wrath of his older brother squawking like a mother hen whenever he got the chance. Ever the virtuous leader.

“You went back Raph, saving her or not,”

Leonardo always talked with his hands when he was scolding his younger brothers. Raph quietly wondered if that dramatic swing of his arm was helping with trying to get his point across. The two stood in the airy living area of the lair, close enough to keep tension.

“Okay, so I went back,” he mirrors his older brother’s theatrics, uncrossing his arms and waving them outwards, “What if I hadn’t? What’s the harm in stoppin some creep tryna reach through some chick’s window?”

The elder of them huffs out a dramatic sigh and pinches the bridge of his beak. It makes Raph’s throat burn. It’s condescending. He hates when Leo does that.

“We stopped taking that route for a reason, Raph. She could take our picture, find out where we are-“

“It’s ONE girl! One person, Lee. Just a chick who happened to see me!” Raph cuts through Leonardo’s harsh tone, louder and escalating, stepping a firm foot forward to emphasize his voice.

“And one is all it takes for us to slip up.”

“What about April, huh? She’s one chick.”

“We know April. That was pure luck. Anyone else could be the reason the rest of the world figures out where we are! What we are. We’re not normal, Raph.”

Raphael can only roll his eyes to cope. He knows his older brother is right, at least about that. Nobody just forgets seeing a masked mutant turtle staring right at them.

He remembers the moment he crawled out of the sewers, behind the rest of his brothers and being the one to close the manhole cover while they all made way towards the top of the building. When he lifted himself to the slick balcony in a quick pull of the ladder. The wet metal almost made him lose his footing and he just happened to look to his left, right into your mortified, gawking stare. So much for that ridiculous ‘ninja’ title. He was a deer in headlights under that unblinking gaze, just barely lit by a light somewhere in the room behind you. Raph took the opportunity to scramble up the ladder like an idiot when you fell backwards into the dark. He couldn’t even process the clatter of one of his twin weapon’s falling from his belt, trying to get away, with heavy breaths.

Stupid, stupid! Some fuckin joke this was.

His brothers already know something’s happened when they saw him grasping to get word out with eyes practically bugging from his skull.

“Dude, you good?”

Mikey was the first to notice his older brother falling behind the rest. Raph nearly trips over his sandaled feet, regaining balance as he glances over his shoulder, ensuring to weren’t following him up the fire escape.

“What? What happened?” Leo scanned over his younger brother with concern, eyes darting from his shocked face to his feet that scuffed the cement roof.

“Raph.” Donnie’s head quirks to the side a little, “What’s wrong?”

At first he can’t get any words out, usual wit and snide gone. Raphael’s shock had apparently rendered him speechless.

“I-I… she-“

“Someone saw you.”

He doesn’t nod, doesn’t shake his head. Leo’s stare at Raph’s dumbstruck face is confirmation enough.

“What’s the biggie?” Mikey’s voice indicates his nonchalance, “People see us all the time?”

His question goes unanswered.

“Did she see us get out of there?” Donnie cuts in.

“I-I don't know! I just hopped up on the platform, and she was just-just there!”

He’s scrambling to explain before Leo intervenes, tone stern and demanding.

“In the alley? Where?”

“In her apartment! She was standin there!”

They all go quiet, exchanging worried glances. Gradually, Mikey is put under the hardening, disappointed glares of his three older brothers. A nervous chuckle escapes him before he tries to plead his case.

“Guys-“

“Mike, you told us nobody lived in this complex.” Donnie speaks first.

“I did!” the youngest held his hands up in surrender, “The lights are always off, I thought they were empty!”

“You didn’t think anything, idiot!” Raph’s open hand makes contact with the back of Mikey’s head and he swats it away with a shout.

“Ow! I really didn’t think anyone lived here, dude, I swear!”

Leo groans and turns to curse up at the light-polluted sky.

“She could’ve seen us crawl out of there Mikey!”

“Or not! We’ve never even seen her there!” Mike flinches, expecting another swipe from his older brother. It doesn’t come.

“Yeah until now, dumbass,”

Whack. There it was.

“She was gawking straight at my face, and that was when she was right up against damn glass. Who knows how long that chick has been livin there.”

Donnie and Leo turn over to him, making him the center of their chastising again.

“How long were you standing there?”

The red banded brother rolls his eyes with his whole body, arms raising and flopping back down to his sides defeatedly.

“Man, I don’t know! A couple seconds! She tripped backwards and I just took off!”

Leo’s huff of annoyance is plenty to send Raph reeling.

“I couldn’t fuckin’ help it! If Mikey had maybe done a little deep dive, we coulda figured out another exit before all this bullshit.”

“Well we’re gonna need to find another route regardless. If she knows where we came from, she might try and follow us down.”

Donnie pulls out his tablet before he finishes his sentence, already typing a million buttons a second, while his siblings cluelessly scrounge for any ideas their heads can throw together.

“Maybe we could talk to her!”

Mikey’s idea is immediately shut down with three, gruff ‘No’s’. He crosses his arms with a pout.

“Bad idea,” Leo’s quick to make a point, “We don’t know her. What her intentions are.”

Raph doesn’t say it out loud, but the expressions plastered on your face read more like a clueless, horrified bystander than some mutant stalker.

“I think I found a better route for us.”

Donnie’s face is still lit with the blue light coming from his device, pointing at something they can’t see. Leo doesn’t give it a second thought. He’s already moving to the opposite end of the rooftop.

“We better get going. Can’t risk anyone following us,” he waves an arm, ��we can talk about this more back at base.”

Donnie and Mikey pursue with no hesitation, leaving Raph to stand there with a stupid look on his face for a moment. He turns to look at where the ends of the ladder meet the ledge of the building in thought. Maybe he was expecting your frightened eyes peeking over. Maybe. He sighs, and then follows his brothers in a full sprint to leap across another alleyway, starting the late night hours of his patrol.

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“We have oat milk, and regular dairy, ma’am.”

Your patience has already worn thin, 4 hours into the full day shift you’re taking head on. A middle aged woman is giving you a nasty glare from across the counter.

“You’re telling me that a chain business cafe doesn’t have any soy options?”

“Unfortunately, no miss,” that apologetic, customer-service smile is slowly coming undone, “I can offer you oat milk, or if you’d like, we have plenty of other non-coffee options for you to take a look at.”

She sneers and mumbles something about having a chai latte under the name of Diane and shoves a 5 dollar bill and some loose change into your hand for you to punch into the register. How lovely.

The ticket prints and you stick it to the back of the glass display case for your other singular coworker to start making.

No wonder you were understaffed. No one would wish the horrors of working the food industry upon their worst enemy. This was the third extra shift you’d picked up this month, and man was it getting exhausting. Regardless, the money was more than enough to cover rent in that shabby apartment, and get your nails done every once in a while. Until you could get a “real job” (whatever that entailed) it would suffice.

Thankfully, a Tuesday morning was slow enough for you to catch your breath between rude customers and over complicated orders, so you take your time opening the money drawer and putting each cent in its own compartment. You don’t look up when the bell to the front door tinks.

“Look who it is.”

You could pick up that annoying voice from a mile away. Still, you can’t help your smile, looking up to see your brother’s stupid grin and horrible fashion taste, passing through the open doorway with ridiculous confidence, and a beautiful woman to his left. She shoots you a smile.

“Hey stranger.”

Vern struts up to the front counter with a warm greeting.

“You look horrible.”

Your tongue clicks.

“So nice to see you too.”

There’s nothing to counter that with. Little, to no, sleep is apparent beneath your eyes even with the makeup you repeatedly put in every morning. The low effort, company-policy, ponytail probably also does nothing to aid your appearance.

“I miss seeing you around.” His poor apology is accompanied with the offer of a fist bump that you turn into a snail with two fingers. Your secret handshake.

“Could pay me a visit if you miss me that bad.”

It’s the normal, uninteresting flow of your conversations, not that you minded too much. That's the way you and Vern had always been, even before he moved. Before he can interject with his usual excuse of ‘just being a busy guy’, you point your attention to the woman with a little too much enthusiasm. She’s been watching with a curious eye.

“You gonna introduce me to your hot friend?”

She laughs softly and lends her well manicured hand, along with a name that suits her pretty face. April. You accept it, and then offer yours.

Vern’s confidence is already shot out the window.

“April, this is my little sister.”

“Younger sister.”

You correct him. Barely an inch shorter than Vern ’The Man’ Fenwick was not little.

“Right, younger. This is her, uh, cafe I was telling you all about.”

Your brother had such a way with words.

“Vern, it’s not my cafe, I’m just the floor manager.”

“Awh, come on, you practically own the place.”

A nicer apartment in the upper streets of New York would be your home if you ‘owned the place’. But you bite your tongue, indulging in his attempt to make you look at least a little cooler than you actually were.

“Okay, order a drink before I kick you out.”

While Vern takes his happy time staring at the overhead menu, you make small talk with April. She’s a reporter, covering news about all the weird happenings around New York. Way more interesting than your job standing at a register all day. The chat continues as you type in a latte for your older brother and the same for her.

Up comes the topic of last weekend, when that man tried to pull you through your kitchen window. You leave out the part with the giant turtle monster, for more than obvious reasons, but the story is still surprising and concerning to both Vern and April. They shoot each other similar looks that feel a little more than odd to you.

“Some guy stopped him?”

You nod, focusing on lidding the hot cups rather than the topic at hand.

“Yeah. Just knocked his sorry ass off the fire escape and then took off. I didn’t really see what he looked like.”

Liar.

“It sounds a little crazy,” you admit. You draw a smiley face on April’s cup, and a frown on Vern’s.

“I know enough about feeling crazy,”

April’s condolence brings you to meet her eyes with an understanding smile.

“I appreciate it.”

You want to change the topic suddenly.

”So, a family discount for you,” Vern takes his drink from your hand, “And a having-to-put-up-with-his-sorry-ass discount for you.”

Your brother scoffs when April takes the drink and grins up at him.

“We should get going. It was good seeing you, kiddo.”

“You too, Vern. Call me! Or text. Or whatever.”

He leaves the door before April does, with a wave of his free hand. She peeks her head through the closing door.

“Keep me posted. Maybe we can find whoever your guy was.”

A nod from you is what finally sends the two outside, where you can see Vern dramatically burn his mouth on the hot cup and April strutting past him with an embarrassed shake of her head.

Idiot.

It was a nice visit, but way too short for your liking. The day dragged on into the evening, when you let your younger coworker head home early. She’s worked her ass off all day and she excitedly thanked you, rushing out the door while you filled up the mop bucket. Closing took just as long as the day, if not longer to do, but it was finally done. You didn’t relax until hearing the lock click with a turn of the keys, and your shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh.

The walk home was just as repetitive as shutting down the shop. A few short blocks from your place, with the still traffic packed streets and massive cityscape that swallowed your simple little life. Your feet ached. Your eyes strained.

And that lonely, dark, apartment was still waiting for you like always when you pushed the door open and shuffled inside.

Shoes kicked off. Jacket thrown on the couch. Your nice, comfy bed just down the hall. That soft comforter was beckoning your name.

And so was a noise outside of your closed kitchen window. Figures.

No scrape of metal though, or footsteps up the fire escape. It was a loud yowl.

You can barely make out a scrappy little cat sitting on the rail of the fire escape.

You all but run over to slide the window open, and shed some warm kitchen light on her silvery fur. A quiet meow is all you get from her.

“Hi sweet baby.” You coo. She seems interested, but doesn’t move. You’re still hesitant to stick your arm out past the window, so you make a little ‘pspsps’ noise to beckon her over, which seems to work for a split second. When the cat stands to her dainty paws, she freezes, eyes and ears pricking upwards.

You know what she’s hearing.

“Come here kitty! Come on!”

You can’t bring yourself to stop her head from lifting, and then make a sad, soft whine when she hops down and makes her way up the steel steps with a meow.

And your thoughts were easily confirmed.

“Go on, get back down there.”

His voice is hushed, stern. It’s almost comedic. It’s none of your business, but you call out anyway.

“I know you’re up there.”

Silence.

“You don’t know shit.”

Okay, rude.

“Will you bring her down?”

It’s quiet again, longer than before. Enough to make you think he’s gone. But then, the metal sways back and forth just a bit before his feet thud down in front of your window. Mr. ‘Your Worst Nightmare’ is holding the cat in one of his arms, the other bracing himself on the rail. She's purring. You can’t see his face from where you’re standing, but he holds her out, three fingered hand outstretched just in front of the opening, where she calmly climbs down to sit on the brick outer sill.

“Is she yours?”

You swallow nervously.

“She is now.”

The turtle lets out a sort of gruff snort. You’re surprised when he leans down to stroke her. This is the clearest you’ve seen his face in the light bleeding out of the kitchen. It was rude to stare. You just couldn’t rip your eyes away. The way his brow bone furrowed looking at her curiously shaped face and missing ear. His scales were a deep veridian, scattered with scars, like the prominent one above his upper lip. He was chewing a toothpick that jutted out of the side of his mouth.

“Kinda cute.”

It was a fascinating thing, the way the wall separated you both, a human and an otherworldly creature, and yet this tiny kitchen window allowed for both paths to be crossed, admiring a sweet stray cat. His skin jumps a little when your hands just slightly graze past each other. His eyes flick to yours and then away and you avert yours back down to her licking her front paw.

The quiet moment fleets, when he stands just as suddenly as he leaned forward, moving with an awkward cough. And your eyes still stay on him. There’s a dark, spiraling tattoo on his upper right arm that you could see much better in the light.

He’s about to say something but the static whine of a radio comes from somewhere outside.

“Raphael, do you copy?” It’s one of the voices you had heard the night before, and he jumps at the noise before reaching up to his shoulder to click a button on the walkie talkie.

“Yeah! yeah I hear ya.” He whispers sharply into it and waits for a response.

Raphael.

“We’ve got a robbery at one of the banks, on St. Peter’s Avenue. Could use some backup,”

“‘Kay. Headin over.”

He leans back down, gaze’s locking, and trips over his words.

“You uh… you stay safe.”

All you can do is nod your head stupidly and he’s gone once again. The cat’s little trill is what pulls you from staring where he once stood. You smile softly down at her and lift her inside.

“Let’s get you warm, miss girl,” she purrs in your arms when you scratch behind her ear, “I’ll grab you some food tomorrow. And a litter box. You better not shit on my floor.”

Meow.

The next morning when you leave for your shift, you don’t miss the fuzzy little cat toy that’s sitting just outside the kitchen window.

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[devotion-disorder]

UR ART IS SO PRETTY 😍😍🙏🙏 lT MAKES ME WANNA GOBBLE IT UP

Have any tips? I've been tryna get into drawing but i'm rlly strugglimg 😭

First off THANMKYOU FOR YOUR NICE WORDS....🥺🫶🫶

i'm gonna assume you're asking about advice for people that are just getting started with drawing! Now im not a ~seasoned~ artist or anything, i've only been drawing on-and-off for about 7 ish years? so this is all coming from someone who only approaches art as more of a casual hobby... also if you're asking about more technical/ practical advice then feel free to send another ask because I don't really go into that here lol :p

Honestly, i recall that being a beginner artist was tough, because the gap in my skill level and my expectations seemed so daunting. The hardest part was probably having to motivate myself to keep going even when it's hard to see actual progress and, again, the disappointment in "what I draw does not match what I envision in my head". It's hard and sometimes I question what am I even doing all this for. As of right now I can say that this feeling doesn't ever really go away, just that now I've managed to build a bit more confidence in my stuff.

So how I see it is that it's important to find a way to keep yourself motivated no matter what, so that you have it in you to keep practicing, improving, or at least, to just keep drawing. This is something that is gonna look different for everyone so I think it'd be a good idea to explore yourself what can keep you motivated. I was very lucky in that the people around me were also into drawing and were always really nice and supportive, so they played a huge role in building up my confidence - such that I wasn't afraid to experiment and take risks, which is necessary for learning and getting better.

Another major thing for me is to remember to have fun with art, and understand that as long as I managed to enjoy some parts of the process then I've "succeeded" so to speak, even if I don't like the end results. This still applies now...it's frustrating when something I spent time on doesn't turn out the way I wanted, but at least rendering it was fun and relaxing, so it was still a good use of my time. Its about striking a balance i guess; its important to practice and do fundamentals etc etc but imo its equally important to draw things that will make you want to keep drawing. for some this could be doing fanart, for others it could be original art. Social media and fandom-ry is a whole 'nother can of worms, but I will say that they were helpful to me in keeping me motivated and inspired. so basically its this *taps sign*

anyhow i hope that was helpful,,,,, i hope I didn't come off as preachy because im the last person with any authority to be telling other people about art so it was mostly just my own experience with art...but i think its really just about finding your own rhythm and if you keep at it you will get better...either way GOOD LUCK I BELIVBE IN YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN🫶🫶🫶🫶

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Any tips for artist tryna improve their art? Love ur art and would love to some tips and tricks of yours! ^^

BOOHOO;; THANK YOU!! THAT'S SUCH A NICE COMPLIMENT TO ME;; Like what do you mean you like what I do enough that you want to hear some tips from me!! DON'T MAKE ME CRY FHDJKSA

I really really tried to make things short for you but I don't think I was very successful dkhkdh but I hope you find them useful!! <3

Tracing (not the stealing kind):

Tracing is not bad when it's used to study, some of my college assignments were copying renaissance artists' sketches! Hell, when I was a kid I used to trace Undertale fanart I liked and look where I'm at fhjkads

When you study other people's styles, you can actually gather a lot of information like line weight or proportions, colors, even stylization. So get your favorite artists' pieces and really look at them for a long time, draw them, then apply what you learn into your own art. Just be careful to not steal or claim something as your own!

Focus on one area at a time:

Now you have to chose one area to practice on. You could tackle on many at a time but I find it easier to pinpoint what I would like to do first and then move on to the next thing.

There's a lot of subjects you can go into like anatomy, rendering, backgrounds, but you just have to find one area in them and get a lot of references.

For anatomy you can go into: muscle movement, figure drawing, body parts in different angles.

Rendering: Shading, lighting, color theory.

Backgrounds: Point perspective, different camera angles, landscapes or detailed room scenes.

Don't overwhelm yourself either! Take one thing at a time!

Dear god get a reference board:

Pinterest really helped me find styles I wanted to study and anatomy tips to incorporate in my art. It really relates to my first point but having an actual compilation of how things look next to you really helps. It also helps keeping them organized like so:

Do The Thing™️ anyway:

I know it's repetitive but it genuinely works you have to trust me, practice does make progress. Stop letting fear hold you back on compositions you think are great or believe you don't have "enough skills yet" to work on them. You will never get enough skills if you don't try.

My college classes forced me to pick up watercolors and paint backgrounds and I learned a lot just from trying it out. Make mistakes!! Have fun! That's how you truly improve on your skills!

Be patient and loving with yourself (and your art!):

I cannot stress enough how important it is to love your art in order to grow. You NEED to learn how to be patient with your art AND your journey because it will never compare to anyone's!! Art is not a competition nor a race, it's a medium to express yourself through a process you like. That's why there's millions of art styles and why each of them cater to a different audience!

Once you do, you can actually ask important questions like "Did I like the process? What can I improve on next time? What's something I liked I want to continue incorporating into my art?", and it helps with self esteem too.

And last but not least:

Have fun!!

Art is a journey of self-discovery, it's not meant to be something that weighs you down or makes you feel bad when you're not working on it. Take constant breaks! No matter how short or how long! If you get tired or incredibly frustrated at it, then it's probably best you take a break from it!

Thank you for listening and supporting me!! I love you!!

[sillyzlaurr]

What is your process for rendering? All of your pieces are PHENOMENAL, I seriously cannot get enough of your work. As someone looking to practice and improve on that aspect of art specifically, anything will help.

Thank you!!!!🥹🥹

I'll try to explain how i render on piece with Flowey but if u interested, i uploaded csp timelapse with Tails. Actually wanted to put it here but how do people even upload vids on Tumblr lmao

Some more info you can find in this post

So, we have this doodle with evil Flowey

It's depends on background what colours i will use or what mood of a character i want to create. This time it's just the dark depths of the underground and the light falling from the surface. I'm roughly layering the colors as if they were just chunks of paint. I'm painting directly on the sketch layer, so I'm getting messy shadows. Not tryna to make any details yet

Then, im adding colors in shades. So far it's just gray-blue shadows on his face and petals what im blending into those messy black shadows

Then the light. It's just brighter colors for his adorable face and petals. I also changed color for shades on his petals

And then the details. I used only one brush when coloring Flowey himself, similar to a paint brush, but now I took a basic flat csp marker to circle his eyes, enhance the light on his face, teeth and add other details. I also removed the sketch off his petals to make them look cleaner with sharp eraser brush, added some light yellow reflections on his cheeks and jaw

I'm adding highlights and filling in the gaps in his teeth (bc Flowey has the money to go to the dentist obviously) and.... We're almost done

Colors look pretty okay but something's seems off to me. They're not warm enough so i filling Flowey with warm yellow and change layer mode to color burn and reduce the transparency to 25%

Still, i wanna add more lighting. I cover his top and part of the stem with a light yellow tint and then i change layer mode to glow dodge, 50% transparency. Adding dust particles and.... Finally, Flowey is cooked and Toriel can shoot him with fireball!

I hope this helps, good luck!!!🫶🫶🫶

[buboloboogie]

fixed up hawtdawg laios for sum rendering practice + a little doodel of me tryna figure out his body type :3

[babmaoau]

First BaB:MaO sketches (+ colored!) of 2025! I missed these guys <3

Just solidifying character designs, Voice Claims, practicing expressions, and trying out different rendering styles. I love the sketchbook texture on my pens :D

If anyone's still following, thank you!<333 College has sucked up all of my spare time so I'm working on this AU when I can. But for now please take sketches and tid-bits and pieces while I'm tryna get these chapters drafted, solidified, and posted.

Bendy and Boris: "Melodies as One" is a huge passion project for me that I love to indulge in when I can. Babtqftim meant a lot to me when it was mainstream. And even though the creator turned out to be a not-so-good-person in the end, I still love the fandom it created: the fanart it birthed, the cosplays, the many MANY Au's and just the potential of the story and the love everyone put into it over-all.

Again, if anyone is still paying attention, thank you so much! I'm working hard to make a life for myself and my family outside of the internet so thanks for bearing with me.

(If you guys have any requests or questions to ask the crew ahead of time, let me know and just hit up my inbox here or on @babmaoasks. It's always open^^)

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♡—DREAM was active on DreamFanartAcc (pt. 1)! He liked:

ykw Idc if dreams manager likes this they deserve to see this masterpiece too hahahahaa (pls like im crawling back to twt to post this)

🌻🌻.

wooo the christmas vibes are extremely nearrrrrrrr (silly commission I've made on IG xd)

Winter

#dreamfanart ✨🎄cat beanie!❄️

Christmasss

🌈🥰🌿🌿

Tryna..defrost my ability to draw

☼.⋆｡𖤓 °˖ you gotta step into the daylight and let it go, just let it go

the brightest stars

Happy festival! I was busy eating haha :D

i blacked out drawing this idk what happened

🌙💫🌟.

warm up sketch

art blocked? draw a droncert pic, easy

droncert time was the best

rendering practice

DREAM TEAM ((tiny edition))

angry (cutely)

cat beanie ornament

stockings

…. Is this thing on?

in bloom

冬至吃湯圓🥺

Haha can you believe twitchcon was almost a month ago

* **** *****

There you go ✌️😍

. @DreamFanartAcc I don't have any new art but hope you have a goid Christmas, whether you're mystery girl or Dream, thank you for making so many people happy this year ❤️

Happy one year of having a face! 🥹🫶

your minecraft phase is about to come back SOON™

they don't deserve you, you deserve the world

Dropped everything I was doing to draw him in the kraken suit

C!puffy baby c!dre

Pre dsmp and post dsmp. More artstyle tests

🎸.

I shrunk my friends!!

A lil helping hand 🫶

merry christmas everyone 🎅🎄☃️

family💙🧡💚

Please please please 🙏

merry christmas :•)

OH HOW IVE MISSED YOUUU

I’M BACK WHO MISSED ME

gift

[wolfertinger666]

angle and latex rendering practice

tryna level up!!!

practice wip

(he/him)

[ryochinst]

experimenting .....

[yanderederee]

Rest,

tw: mild self harm. Comfort post tho.

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Baji gave you a pitiful look as tears streamed down your face. Stone solid and eyebrows furrowed. Silent.

“You’re overwhelming yourself-” he started in, but so over hearing the same things over and over again, you practically scream back. “No shit! I can’t catch a break! I literally have nothing to show for all my hard work I’ve done! The phones won’t stop ringing! I hear them in my sleep, Kei!!” You cried, shaking from the anger and stress that’s build up all day.

“I’m literally working my ass off and there’s no quantifiable measure of it!” You cried into your fists, accidentally allowing your muscles to take over when one of those fists came crashing down against your head.

“What the hell stop that!” Baji yelled back, going to grip at the offending fist. But now wasn’t the time. You pulled your fist away from his grip and screamed with all your pent up feelings. “It’s such bullshit! I can’t keep a solid strain of thought for longer than five fucking minutes Kei! I’m more capable than this!”

You had tried to run through your coping techniques. Deep breathing. Venting your emotions. Write them down and burn them. Cry. Running through everything you should be doing adding fuel to your demise. For your job, take applications. Render them. Data entry. Return emails. Answer phone calls. Reply to voicemails. Handle walk-ins. Everything. Everything. Everything-

Without realizing, you were hyperventilating while you curled up around yourself. Shaking and crying openly now. “It’s not that hard Kei! I’m capable! I-I can do these things! So why—“ you sobbed harder, your nails digging so deeply into your scalp, until you were pulling on the strands of hair beneath.

“It’s okay,” Baji spoke up in his deep vibrado. He pushed his thumbs into your palms, releasing the vice grip you had on your hair, assessing for any bruising you may have given yourself. “Being hard on yourself isn’t gonna make the work any easier.”

“You’re taking things at the only pace you know how. Too much too fast.” He knew you were about to retort back when your squeezed your grip around his thumbs, but before you had the chance to do that and push him away again, Baji pulled your head in and circled one arm around your neck. “Calm down first, nothin’ good ever came from solving problems in this kind of state of mind.”

The way he spoke was more order like, but it was comforting. There was no room for argument. No room for doubt or disagreement. He was right. There wasn’t anything you could say to take away what he meant. Baji pulled you in close for a hug, the compression against your body made you realize just how overworked your muscles actually were.

“They’ll hire another smart ass to take some of that work load off of ya. Don’t work on getting everything done, just what’s in front of you.” He consoled you with words you used to give him in your youth.

‘It’s okay to be there for Kazu! But beating up Chi—‘

‘You don’t know shit, shut the fuck up’

‘Oh you wanna play it like that?!’

Even if he was stronger than you, there was no way in hell he could push you around like he normally would. Even when you tackled him down to the ground and practically concussed the poor guy with you shaking him by the collar of his stupid Valhalla jacket.

‘You’re being a dick! Burning the bridge with toman ain’t gonna save anyone from anything! Tryna prove your loyalty?! Give me a break! Your acting might’ve fooled those bunch of bone heads, but you can’t fool me, idiot!’

Tears were streaming down your face at this point.

‘Stop it with these dumb back alley tactics! Would it kill you to be honest!?”

Seeing Chifuyu’s beaten up face really set you into a spiral.

‘You. Don’t. Know. Shit.’ Baji tried spitting back, only for your to yell in his face again.

‘I KNOW YOU KEI! STOP TRYING TO PLAY THE BAD GUY! I-‘

You finally stopped your assault on the poor guy.

‘I know you won’t stop trying to save everyone. That’s who you are… B’but damnit Kei..! You… don’t kill yourself in the process.. please,’

Keisuke Baji has never broke a promise with you. Not once. Not after that day.

You were too important to lose to underhand fightings.

“You’re doing enough.”

“Alright, rest” he ordered finally, pulling your entire body out from its seat across from him, and into his lap. “Take a nap. When you feel up to it, we’ll grab a bite to eat.”

“Just stay here and rest. We’ll get through it. Promise.”

[we-always-hit-our-ass]

I just read your fluffy headcannons with Toye and they are p e r f e c t. Made me realise how much I needed this and I was hoping if you could do one with Ron Speirs. 😔✊

anon, im incredibly happy that you think my Toye hcs were perfect- i also totally get you, anon. we all need some soft speirs hcs in our lives and i will do exactly that! 😩👌💞💕

btw im incredibly sorry that i took so long to write these hcs but hopefully you enjoy them!

Taglist: @floydtab, @deldontplay, @thatsonefishyboi, @noneofurbusinez, @meteora-fc, @hufflepuffpancakes​, @hihosilvers​, @rayleighshughes

shoutout to my wifey @floydtab for helping me on these hcs, this probably wouldn’t have existed without you- you gave me so much inspo i love you ma’am 💞💕

Fluffy/General Ronald Speirs HCs

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Let’s get one thing clear here- Ron is a cold bitch but is ACTUALLY a big softie.

Only for you anyway, but no one else except you two need to know that-

Like Ron will subtly do things to impress you, and you’re just like, 'You dont have to do that I love you too fucking much already, stop tryna make me fall for you again-'

But you always appreciate it anyways because you know that this boy just wants the best for you-

Ron is straightforward and makes it his daily goal to make you happy-

If you’ve had a bad day, Ron will literally go and get your favorite food/drink/thing to immediately make you feel better, and it works 100% of the time.

Aaah- This man lowkey cares a lot in the relationship and he’s just but a bit worried and is self conscious.

But you just tell him that he's enough and that you'll love him no matter what.

After that he'll just immediately hug you and you would press kisses on his jawline while softly rubbing his back to reassure him that you’re there.

Soft declarations of love are always said and done between the two of you and you knew that you couldn’t live without it.

It was practically essential at this point and you’d never ever get tired of Ron saying ‘I love you’.

Ron is also very protective of you but he’s embarrassed to admit it.

The amount of times he almost yeeted someone because they either made you mad/uncomfortable have been endless.

Like they better HOPE that Speirs doesn’t find their address-

Ron isn’t really big on PDA but he will not hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist, and even sometimes he’ll sit you on his lap while he nuzzles his face on the side of your neck.

It’s just a personal preference of Ron’s and he just doesn’t want people to exactly see something that is intimate, you feel?

Even though he prefers to keep your relationship private, he would always softly call you endearing terms in your ear in public.

He prefers to love you in private, and he thinks that it feels more special that way.

Ron acts the complete opposite when you two are alone or behind closed doors. He’s extremely passionate and every single touch light yet intense.

Ron cannot keep his hands off you and he cherishes every moment he shares with you. 

He just loves the fact that you feel so right in his hold, like you two were always meant to be.

He loves everything about you and wouldn’t change a single thing about yourself, I promise you that.

Ron is also a MAJOR worrywart, like if he even heard you whisper ‘ow’, you better bet that he’s going to ZOOM his ass to you.

He also doesn’t express his worries verbally- oh no- his actions speak for him. He’ll hold you in his arms and will ACTUALLY kiss the area where you hurt yourself.

Ron just wants you to be alright and will fret over you even if it’s just a papercut.

Ron is also very discreet about your relationship and God forbid anyone from seeing him being soft towards you. (And God help them even more if they decide to bring it up.)

Ron constantly thinks how amazing you are while you’re right next to him with your hands in his.

He’s always extremely happy around you and he absolutely loves playing with your hair and it’s so cute.

Soft forehead kisses for this man are a must and he can’t help but smile when you press your lips softly against his skin.

Ron is definitely an athletic man and he adores swimming.

There have been countless times where Ron would take you to a lake just so he can swim with you.

When you’re done changing Ron will scoop you up and just straight up jump into the water.

Cue the WHOLESOME AS FUCK experience, thank you very much.

It’s always serene and the air is always filled with laughs as you and Ron splash each other endlessly.

Kisses are always pressed against your wet cheek whenever you two go swimming 

You’d also cradle his face in your hands as you’d stare lovingly into his eyes.

But you’d always finish swimming before him though and you’d admire him as he’d do laps.

Like Ron’s so beautiful, look at that man, he’s so fucking out of this world- 

He might or might not have been trying to impress you by doing laps, but that's a secret we'll never know-

When you’re finally dry, Ron comes up behind you as he just got out of the water and hugs you, causing you to be wet all over again.

Ron also has a special spot in his heart that is reserved for playgrounds. Like when he’s walking with you and he spots one his eyes LIGHT up and you don’t need words to tell what he was thinking.

Ron loves pushing you on the swings and your laugh and smile just keep him GOIN-

He’ll also wrap his arms around your waist as he’s behind you when you’re sliding on the slides-

The childlike wonder in Ron comes out whenever he sees a playground and that’s one of Ron’s many quirks that you loved-

Like literally the main reason he likes going to playgrounds more now is so he can just see your joyful expressions and sweet laugh-

Okokok, Ron Speirs might seem like a cat, but please believe me when I say that he adores dogs!

You could see the absolute love in his eyes when he sees Trigger and you just had the most perfect idea on what to get him for Christmas.

You fell in love with a little Bernese Mountain Dog puppy (please, please, please search them up- they’re adorable) and your plan was set in motion.

You immediately knew that Ron would love him too.

The lil pup was a pure fluffball of sunshine and this boy was bound to bring lots of joy during the holidays-

BUT HOLY SHIT YOU DID NOT EXPECT YOUR BOYFRIEND’S REACTION TO BE SO CUTE WTF-

When you presented the tiny bundle of fluff to Ron, you could see waves of euphoria emitting off of him-

You knew that Ron was already a man of a few words but he was just rendered speechless (in a good way, of course) when his eyes laid upon the Bernese puppy.

“Milo.”

“Ron- What?”

“His name is going to be Milo.”

You have caught Ron multiple times with Milo on his lap and it’s fucking adorable.

Ron would also fall asleep with Milo in his arms and you swore you were going to take a picture of that and frame it-

Milo’s energetic and bouncy personality somehow complimented Ron’s steady and calm one.

 It’s a beautiful dynamic and it just works in the best way possible.

Okokok I’ve rambled enough, but have I mentioned how caring and amazing Ron is? Yeah? Well screw it, here’s more-

Ron is a little spoon half of the time but he’ll never admit it like the stubborn cutie that he is-

You love holding him in your arms and he loves it all the same too!

But Ron is such a good fucking boyfriend, it’s making me ascend-

When you’d fall asleep in your desk while doing work, Ron would ALWAYS carry you back to your shared bedroom and lay you down gently on the bed.

Ron will get on the bed and he’d be the big spoon as he’d crawl into bed with you. 

But then you’d turn to face him in your sleep and you’d instinctively pull him closer and your cheek would be resting on chest 

Oml- I can’t the scene is too goddamn wholesome-

Buuuut if you fall asleep on the couch, Ron would bring a nice fluffy blanket to cover you and he’d sit next to you and he’d fall asleep while making sure you were ok-

You never liked waking up or mornings before, but mornings with Ron? Oh yeah, you were DOWN for that-

Ron’s fluffy tousled hair in the morning is GOLDEN and when you’d push it back to reveal his sleepy but hella handsome face, it’s fucking over I swear-

Ron also feels the same when he wakes up next to you and he genuinely thinks that it’s like waking up to an angel-

But Ron’s husky voice when he wakes up is 😩👌💕, is there anymore to say???

You’d two would just stay in bed cuddling with Milo by your side during the few hours of the morning and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Ron was known and cemented as a hardened, scary, and stern soldier, but you didn’t mind one bit. 

Because to you... Ron was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to your life, and you couldn’t care less as to what other people thought of him. 💞

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oooooh i’m probably deceased by now, so boo- but the afterlife can wait im proud of writing these hcs!

i hope you enjoyed these hcs lovely anon and i also hope that it was good enough!

but thank you for reading, everybody, i appreciate it so much- 💞💞😩

[bitchloveskcbaseball]

Catch My Breath

Series: The Bones

Pairing: Bryce x Casey

Warnings: Language and slightly N*FW

Word Count: 1583 (I know, I’m a rule breaker, but, honestly, I’m not sorry LOL)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry

Song Inspiration: Catch by Brett Young (it’s also the song the lyrics towards the end come from)

A/N #1: This is my submission for @wackydrabbles Prompt #47 “Just lick it.”

A/N #2: This is my version of that first night in Donahue’s, and, by extension, the beginning of Bryce and Casey’s relationship. So, this is the new beginning of this series too. I really love doing things out of order, sometimes LOL

I also want to give a HUGE thank you to @burnsoslow for helping me work through a few scenes in this and just generally getting me out of my head. And also for being an awesome awesome friend!! I love you!! 🥰

A pair of arms wrapped around Bryce's neck as a familiar voice whispered, “Play some pool with me?”

Reaching up to lace his fingers with hers, he asked, “You sure you can handle losing to a scalpel Jockey, Valentine?”

“Well, if hell ever freezes over, I’ll letcha know.”

Without even thinking about it, Bryce brought one of Casey's hands up to his lips to brush a kiss across her palm before shrugging her off of his shoulders so he could stand up. “I hope you brought a jacket, because it's about to get real chilly in here.”

Already on her way towards the pool table, Casey called back over her shoulder, “Oh whatever. Are you gonna put up or shut up?”

As he was slowly following her, he rolled his eyes at her back before letting them trail shamelessly up and down her body. She was hot as hell, but he’d known that from the moment he first set eyes on her that morning. He hadn’t been able to completely rid his thoughts of her since, and even though it should have been driving him crazy, it wasn’t. And that was what was so unnerving.

He had lagged behind so far that she had the balls racked and the cue ball ready to go before he’d even pulled a cue stick off the rack. She turned to him, looking like she was about to suggest he break when he shook his head and said, “No, ladies first. You break.”

“Brave choice, Lahela. It’s not easy to come from behind.”

Unable to resist the opening she'd just given him, he waited until she was bent over the table, ready to take her shot. Leaning down with one hand on either side of her, he pressed his hips against hers and whispered in her ear, “You want me to show you just how easy it can be?”

There was a slight hitch in her breathing and he felt a shiver run through her just before she sent the cue ball flying across the table. He was so distracted by the way she felt under him like that that he didn’t even realize that she had managed to sink one on her break until she turned her head, her lips brushing against his as she murmured, “I’m solids.”

Suddenly overwhelmed by an intense need to taste her mouth, Bryce tried to press his lips more fully against Casey’s, but he ended up kissing her hair instead when she turned her head away. He couldn’t even call her out on it because in the very next instant, she was grinding her ass back against him, pulling a moan from his lips. When she did it again, her name slipped out on a gasp as he tried to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her pinned against him, but again she moved too fast. His fingertips just barely brushed across her lower back as she managed to slide out from underneath him.

She had taken four more shots, three of which were successful, before his heart rate started to return to normal and he felt like he could finally take a full breath. Even then, all it took was one come-hither look from Casey to have his thoughts scattering again. She wouldn’t have even needed to lean down as he lined up his shot to whisper, “Still think it isn’t hard?” in his ear to break his concentration. Her mere presence was enough to do that.

With Bryce being so damn distracted and Casey being so freaking good at pool, it only took her a couple more turns before she was sending the 8-ball into the corner pocket. Throwing her hands up in the air, she taunted, “And that’s game, baby! Guess I didn’t need that jacket after all.”

“Oh whatever. You know you cheated.”

“It’s not my fault you couldn’t keep your eyes on the table, Lahela.”

Knowing he couldn’t argue with her logic he just shrugged his shoulders. For the first time in his life, he actually didn’t care that he hadn’t won. His only focus was on trying to figure out if she was as into whatever this was between him as he was. He was in the middle of trying to decide just how he was going to go about finding out the answer when Casey let out a squeal and practically started bouncing up and down. Narrowing his eyes on her, he muttered, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh, my god! I love this song! Dance with me!” It wasn’t a question, and even if it had been, there wouldn’t have been time for him to say no as she was already dragging him out onto the small dance floor.

Any protest Bryce would have made died on his tongue as soon as she turned back to him, looking up at him with those wide, gorgeous emerald eyes of hers. Her arms were draped around his neck and the height distance between the two of them meant that she basically had to plaster herself to him so that she could reach, not that he was going to complain. Instinctively, his hands settled on her waist and they started to sway in time to the song he didn’t recognize.

Needing to distract himself from the fact that her lips were right there, Bryce asked, in a voice that was surprisingly steady considering how fast his heart was racing, “Why do you love it so much?”

“Just listen to the words! It’s so…” Casey trailed off into a sigh and for a moment, Bryce didn’t think she was going to finish her thought. “It’s so romantic. But not in a corny sort of way.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at her explanation, but before he could say anything, she started singing along. Her voice was so rich and beautiful that he almost didn’t realize how close to home the lyrics hit until she got to the last verse.

Got me catching feelings I wasn't even tryna feel this I don't know how you started stealing my heart Like you are in this bar but I'm glad that you are

“Hey Casey?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you…uh…wanna…” Mentally face-palming, Bryce chastised himself, Could I sound like any more of a bumbling idiot?

Despite the huge smile on her face, Casey rolled her eyes at him. “I read about this ice cream shop that stays open ‘til after last call that’s close by. That sound good to you?”

“Ye…yeah. That sounds perfect.”

“Okay. Lemme just go tell the others that I’m taking off. Meet me outside?”

Not trusting himself not to holler his excitement if he opened his mouth, Bryce merely nodded his head once and forced himself to let go of her hips. As soon as she walked away, he felt like a part of him was missing. He knew that he should probably be worried about how fast he was getting attached to Casey, but he pushed the thought aside. Having never been one to shy away from an adventure or a challenge, he didn’t figure he was going to start now.

Ten minutes later, the two of them were sitting, hand in hand, at a high-top table with their multi-flavored ice cream cones. Apparently impatient to get to her next scoop, Casey took a huge bite of ice cream and immediately scrunched her face up. Pulling her hand out of Bryce’s, she rubbed at her forehead and let out a pain-filled groan.

Struggling to contain his laughter, Bryce asked, “You know how to avoid brain freeze, right?” When Casey only glared at him, he added, “Just lick it.”

Arching a brow at him in what could only be described as a challenge, Casey slowly trailed her tongue up one side of her cone before swirling it around the top.

Biting back the groan bubbling in the back of his throat, Bryce muttered hoarsely, “Don’t start something you don’t want to finish.”

When Casey murmured, “Who said I don’t want to finish it?” his breath caught in his throat and he damn near dropped his own ice cream cone. A teasing smile pulled at her lips as she continued, “This is so delicious, I could never let it go to waste.”

Shooting her a frustrated glare, Bryce muttered, “Why the hell did I want to take you on a date?”

He heard her soft but sharp intake of air and his pulse picked back up. Maybe she wasn’t as unaffected by all of this as she had seemed. “So this…this is a date?”

Enjoying the tables turning on her for a change, Bryce scrunched his face up as if he was thinking about something unpleasant. “Well…”

“Bryce.”

There was something almost desperate in her voice that stole any thoughts had about teasing her further. “I was really hoping it was a date. I just…wasn’t sure what you wanted it to be.”

For the first time all night, Casey’s confidence seemed to falter and she dropped her eyes to the table as she whispered, “I…I was really hoping it was a date too. I just…I wasn’t…I didn’t think you’d want to date me.”

“Oh, babe.” The warmth flaring through his chest with the knowledge that she also wanted this almost rendered him speechless, so he said the only thing that came to mind, hoping it would convey all that he didn’t know how to put into words. “Girl, you got me tryna catch my breath.”

A/N #3: I know that the end of this night was when the group decided to be roommates, but me changing this doesn’t change that. They just invite her to join the apartment search the next morning in the locker room instead of while they were waiting for the train after the bar.

Tag List: @burnsoslow @anotherbeingsworld @darley1101 @lahellacute @mrsdrlahela @mvalentine

[technobladetimestamps]

Sep 29 Stream Timestamps

Timestamps from Technoblade’s “SEARCHING FOR MR. BEAST’S $10,000 TACO BELL GIFT CARD”

Link to my youtube comment with all of the timestamps x

Timestamps with hyperlinks below

00:20  "one viewer that's enough" / "no time to explain" 01:20  threatening Tubbo's life 01:55  Mr. Beast tweet 03:15  "I need to wait for cOnTEnt" / range is way to big for one stream 04:11  needs more server resources / snitch achievement 05:50  "George log off" 06:37  "chat shut up I don't care if you're scared" / "can we kill" (Punz) 08:10  chunk loading / actually recreated a swamp in the nether 08:59  high pitched "I can't see" / might be a long term quest / didn't think this through / got 4 hours of sleep accidentally waking up for the 09:54  "everyone log off I need the render distance" / "Dream your server is trash" 11:44  original stream plan was find a horse and get a mending villager 12:32  "Stay out of here Dream. This guy's strutting around like he owns the place, just because he does" / why wasn't this sponsored by Taco Bell 15:13  plant fake chests / "I'm a bad person" 17:03  got kicked for flying / "YO ANTICHEAT TRASH TOO" 20:42  totally can trick Dream into telling Techno the coords 23:59  clues / checking the tweet 28:02  "this dude's playing minecraft regularly" 29:52  more detective work on the tweet / Hbomb asking about teams in chat 39:25  hints leads to chat making suggestions / finding the Dream SMP seed 41:49  this better not take three weeks / checking Dream's twitter / "he's got nothing useful to say, big suprise" 43:45  everyone in chat is saying different numbers and getting mad / morse codes / the coordinates are in braille 47:54  telling Fundy to leave / murder spree? / "oh god the coder is here" 52:28  saying he found it in game chat / "everyone log off in order of subscribers" 56:22  "without that gift card how would I get enough money to afford it" 58:52  Sapnap quits / "LOSER" 59:50  "I hate trees. Why did Mr. Beast have to plant 20 million of them?" 1:00:44  Dream restarts the server to fix chunk loading 1:02:57  "Can I just get $10,000 in superchat? Then I could afford Taco Bell" / hack the server / worse than the find the button chat 1:07:40  Bedwars practice server 1:11:53  tactical ip address leak / gets onto the server 1:12:42  back home without the horse / tp from Dream / getting kicked for flying again 1:17:15  nobody cares Purpled / checking horse stats / lowercase pog momen 1:19:13  asking Dream for netherite / “I can vouch for Antfrost he was with me in medbay” 1:21:22  getting kicked for flying without even jumping / “im just tryna bhop in peace” 1:23:38  can’t rob Karl he liked Techno’s tweet / badly timed lag / “is it called a chunk error if it’s man made” 1:24:50  going to base to enchant / planned to joke about fighting Dream and the enderdragon off stream 1:30:18  using the sword Dream gave Tommy to farm cows 1:35:20  “My name is Technoblade, and this is my Axe of Peace” / maniacal laughter / “We’re going to keep so much peace with this axe” / axe > sword 1:38:48  started stream before he realized the tacobell hunt would take that long 1:40:17  Mr. Beast did not put that much thought in it / fake arg scenario 1:43:17  “Do you believe in gravity” “My belief in gravity has been shaken” / trash talking a creeper 1:46:10  not looking for Brick v2 he sucked / “thank you everyone that said bless you there chat” 1:49:24  “Don’t Philza me” / killing horses for having bad stats 1:53:52  very large sun