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Hoodies y’all

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do you have any tips on drawings noses? particularly non-white noses?? all the tutorials are european noses and i just want to learn how to draw my own nose!!

oh i feel you. the nice thing about being a poc is that you can always study yourself in the mirror to learn how to draw yourself better! but anyways:

if you’re wondering which kinds of noses are frequent for which race, i like to use this guide. I can’t verify how accurate it is, but it’s pretty damn comprehensive for racial traits around the world. I also really like this guide for learning how to draw a variety of East Asian noses (it’s not all flat!). Here’s an equivalent guide that includes drawing African noses. And there’s always Google images for more specific requirements.

+ 3D models are really helpful when drawing noses: x x x

+ here are some general nose tutorials by better artists lol: x x

EDIT: Check the notes for an updated version (different names are used)

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hi! i love your art, it's so pretty ♥ and you draw feet really well, do you have any tips?

thank you a lot anon!! (  /)w(\) here, i made a few notes about the steps i follow while drawing feet:

^ that’s assuming you’re not drawing from a low perspective, as if the camera was on the floor or something like that!

SORRY MY HANDWRITING SUCKS and i’m not really good at explaining things bc i don’t really follow a guide and stuff so yeah BUT I HOPE IT WAS HELPFUL TO YOU!!

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teach me?? how to draw?? the action of kissing????

Step 1. yearn

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eurywrites —> ellesart

Hi guys! Some of you may know this but I used to be known as eury, hence the name eurywrites which used to be the name of this blog.

Well, that name is absolutely dead to me, so allow me to reintroduce myself! My name is Elle. I am a 21 year old freelance digital artist. I love science/science fiction, film, anime, and more! My main fandoms/interests include dgm, steven universe, star trek, my hero academia, samurai champloo, dbz, and my husband harry styles lol although this is a multi-fandom blog so you’ll see things from shows like bones and brooklyn 99 too.

Feel free to follow if you’re into any of those things, but remember, this is a sideblog, so I will only be able to follow back from my main blog @thelovelymisfortune !

I’m super excited to get some pieces up on this blog soon! I hope to upload a couple times a week but we will see :-)

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*dusts off this blog* it’s been a while... but guess who has been writing lately :D

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based on my previous work, reverence

title; bound 

word count; 1137 

pairing; yullen 

a/n; at the bottom 

The memory never fades, even as time passes and other missions are taken on. They are separated for a few, but even as time continues to try the pale exorcist, he finds himself returning to the thought of Kanda in those brief moments on the train. And each time, it’s hard for Allen to hide his smile. The feeling welling up inside him is strong enough to brighten his tired eyes.

He is not sure what is happening to him, but the shift in his moods are clear, and more often than not, he hides behind his normally genuine smile. But when late becomes early and the birds begin to sing, his face remains placid, his tongue behind his teeth. The only noise he hears is the wind combing through the branches of the trees outside his window. There is some comfort in being able to feel this way in his own private space.

This morning, joy is what replaces this, just long enough to keep him motivated to shower. As he gathers his belongings, he remembers the way Kanda’s hands felt against his as he tended to his wound. The set look on his face, a knowing. More sure of what he was doing than anyone else in that room.

If he’s being honest, it took him by surprise. Of all the places to demonstrate any shred of compassion Kanda could have for the boy, he chose that moment. A moment where he was vulnerable and slipping in front of various members of The Order; a moment where he was that close to letting them know what really lurked beneath the surface of his polite, formal image. Maybe the dark haired man didn’t know this, or maybe he did, but the bottom line is his actions helped prevent that outburst. He stopped Allen from proving he could be much, much worse than any of them expected.

What baffles Allen is how? How could he feel him from all the way across the room, sending him right beside the younger exorcist to handle the situation. But then, the answer comes to him just as quickly as the question appeared in his mind. In the months they’d known each other, they had the most contact. Even as they fought, they traded looks, felt the weight behind each punch, each stare. They had the most time to learn each other’s body language. The shift in their moods, the will they exhibited on the battlefield to complete the mission. They’d memorized parts of each other without even knowing that’s what it was.

There is only one explanation for what Kanda did, and the white haired boy cracks a smile at the thought of it. Before he knows it, the thrilling happiness he felt before moves through him all over again.

Moments later, he lets out a breath, his fingers clenched around the doorknob. A sudden shyness takes him over when he realizes he’ll be exiting the privacy of his room into the public. It’s a quick, short burst of panic that keeps him inside just a few minutes longer. He thinks about the mission, about how hard it hit him when they failed to secure the innocence. It wasn’t just that they failed as a group, but he failed them, and with the idea so fresh in his mind, he is not sure how anyone can look at him after the way he acted. He wouldn’t even sit near them.

The moment they got off, he fled, leaving nothing but air between him and his teammates.

It’s not like this is the first time he’s failed a mission. It’s just that now, that number is growing, and he wonders where the rest of his life will go if he keeps doing this. Is he truly fulfilling his purpose by being part of The Order for this long? Does it make a difference if failure is so imminent?

A sharp pain stabs at his temples the moment these questions begin to pile up, and he feels a strong urge to climb back in his bed and forget showering. Forget being alive. Forget it.  

“No, I said I would,” he says, an edge in his voice, and immediately feels guilty for how bad he wants to give into this urge. He forces himself to open the door, walks straight to the bathhouse without even pausing to say hi to Lavi and Lenalee on the way.

Once in the comfort of the hygienic space, he feels relief wash over him, and takes a deep breath. Back against the wall, his eyes slip shut, blocking out the worried looks on his exorcist friend’s faces. Soap and steam fill his nostrils, and he feels a small bit of that earlier feeling. Joy. Every breath feels like walking through a garden, or peering out the window to see clear blue skies.

He forgets his eyes are shut until he hears a noise--the sound of sandals scraping against the floor. His eyes snap open, and when they do, the feeling comes back more intensely than he felt it that entire morning.

Jet black hair slicked back, streaks of it falling around his shoulders. His cheeks are flushed warm against his olive skin. Silver eyes scan every shadow curving around his muscles as he moves a towel through his hair, behind his ears. His usual scowl has been replaced with a neutral, remote expression that indicates his mind is far from where he and Allen both stand. Allen swallows. His throat is dry, so his mouth was open the entire time he was taking Kanda in.

Kanda sees Allen in his peripheral and stops, turning to look at him. The change in his expression is quick, and before he knows it the same line across his mouth appears, pulling down at the edges just slightly. Allen pushes his back off the door, a smile spreading slowly across his face. It’s one of amusement, and he sees it again for the thousandth time that morning: Kanda’s fingers brushing across his palm, the tug of the cloth coming free from his hands as it’s being replaced.

The taller man does not acknowledge such childish behavior. Instead, he wraps his towel around his shoulders, hair falling behind it. Any other time, this might go completely over Kanda’s head and make him react aggressively, but this time he avoids that. Instead he just shakes his head, dismissing any meaning Allen may have assigned to his actions.  

Allen sees this and his smile only brightens--if that’s possible. Kanda feels the familiar fire in his belly from their encounters, only this time it is not out of anger. It is a stronger, much more intimidating feeling, but he is no stranger to Allen and has no time to hide behind something like this, however new it may be to him.

Allen carries on, humming to himself. His open display of joy is no accident, especially since Kanda is the only one here to witness it. The older exorcist is not going to ask him if he’s okay, nor will he seek minute details about how he is processing their recent failure. But in the privacy of his own mind, he can admit that seeing a smile on his face is better than what he saw on the train ride back.

“Get over it,” he says, before leaving the boy to complete his morning routine.

a/n; i’ve been thinking about this story for a while... so here is a continuation of sorts, as a thank you to those who’ve supported me in the past. 

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im trying to keep up on inktober, however im not getting a lot of digital stuff done :’)

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au where lavi is a rly disgruntled professor who’s had it up to here with the lazy IT team who won’t fix his computer, and lena is the IT guy sent to fix it. she later has to tell him that it was operator error the whole time.

he suddenly becomes intimidated because she teaches him how to avoid that error and she’s also incredibly cute. he then begins to make up technical errors so he can keep seeing her. it’s embarrassing. his students try to convince him to ask her out.

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Lenalee

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blog update

hey u guys, so i haven’t actually posted on this blog in a long time but recently i’ve been inspired by the endless notes/kudos i keep getting for reverence

i’ve linked it here for ease but you can find it on ao3 here as well 

anyways i’ve decided to write a sort of continuation of that because i just really liked where my head was when i wrote that, and i found a way to keep it going without taking away from the original effect i wanted to have by keeping it a oneshot 

i’m actually super excited lmao i really love these characters and the angle i came at to tell this story is pretty cool. i’ve been on and off as far as contributing to this fandom for a number of reasons, but with the recent flare up of notes/kudos and a more independent focus on how i write allen and kanda + others, i have more of an incentive to write them the way i’ve always seen them. 

in any case i just wanted to thank everyone who enjoyed the story! believe it or not, your feedback is what keeps some of us going, me included, so i just want you all to know i appreciate your support (: 

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when ur old posts get reblogs out of the blue p.s love the comments in the tags omg

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prompt; “Can I kiss you?” requested by @kandayuu

word count; 821

pairing; lavilena 

a/n; at the bottom

It’s directly after a battle. Heading home, blood-stained uniforms, limbs sagging with fatigue. Lenalee has been eyeing Lavi ever since he took that nasty hit while defending her from a horde of akuma. She’s watching him now, her chest heavy, aching. It was a quick move, a hasty decision, but he chose to sacrifice himself for the wealth of the mission.

He chose to sacrifice himself for her. She knows this deep down. All those times he stood up for her, protected her - even if she didn’t need it, he supported her. 

It’s dangerous. It will most likely end badly. This is what she tells herself to keep from doing anything she might regret in the future.

Her resolve has softened - their future is so uncertain that this opportunity may never present itself again, in any way, shape, or form. The quickness of her heartbeat, the sweat collecting in her palms, the shakiness of her limbs - all signs of something that had been brewing in her heart for far too long. There was nothing she could do to hide it anymore.

She reaches out, placing a gentle hand on Lavi’s arm. His sleeve is torn, exposing a small cut. It bleeds, but he pretends not to notice it. When he turns, the lady exorcist is prepared to say something, but her tongue catches in her mouth. His gaze sweeps over her in a slow, deliberate way, and it makes her mind go blank. Her fingers catch on fire against him.

She pulls away, and she averts her gaze, feeling the heat crawl up her neck. The lady exorcist can’t place it, but the look on his face resembled a restless, impatience. A wanting. It robs her of breath.

They stay close enough so that their arms brush against each other when they walk. Lenalee focuses on the sound of their shoes shuffling through the snow and ice, the air stiff and cold, but where their arms meet, she feels nothing but warmth, and she wants to cling to it.

The only thought in her mind is this: they face death every day, but it’s different when someone faces death for you.

The moment they walk through the doors of their hotel, Lavi says, “I’ll walk you to your room.” It’s very casual, but it’s like he’s been waiting the entire time to say it. Allen laughs, repeats the words to Kanda, who scowls, and then punches his shoulder, but he doesn’t say no.

They get out of the elevator, and she finds herself staring at his back, his broad shoulders, the contours of his exposed skin mixed with shredded fabric and blood. The same restlessness she saw in his eye takes her over, and she finds herself wanting to reach out, to feel her palms against him, just to know the sensation. It’s unclear why she is thinking of this now, when she has done this so many times, on so many occasions. He’ll walk her to her room, she’ll say goodnight, he’ll smile his wonderful, bright smile, and then head to his own room, and that will be that.

When they get to her room, however, they walk straight past it. She watches him look up, and then straight back down when they pass the security camera.

He turns around, pulls her into the shadowy end of the corridor, his face shrouded my darkness, but she can see his single emerald eye peering at her. The space between them is small, and she wants so badly to close it. He hesitates, but not because he is struggling with a decision - he is asking her, but not daring to invade her space. He is giving her the chance, knowing she could very easily say no. If she could describe the question, it would be very simple:

“Can I kiss you?”

She tugs on his sleeve, trying to bring him down to her, and he bends down, gently pressing his mouth against hers. It’s a timid touch, full of uncertainty, but their bodies quickly become used to it and suddenly they are drinking each other in, and she feels the stubble on his face rubbing against her cheeks, a hand moving to rest on the small of her back. There’s something in her mind telling her how bad this is of her, how she knows better, and with each movement the voice gets louder, but her desire gets stronger, the feeling so satisfying that it’s pushing her to go further, but she can’t, and she pulls away too fast.

The second they meet each other’s eyes, it’s like every emotion they’ve ever felt for each other is pouring out between them, and she can’t bear to watch it unfold over and over on his face again. It can’t be anything more. She screams this so loud in her head, hoping he’ll hear her, but he already knows.

She walks away without a word.

a/n: So a while ago I asked you guys to send me some prompts to give me things to write about, and this was one of them. I wrote this literally like 3 days ago. I’ve been a mess, college is a mess, it’s finals week, and strangely that’s when I write the best of these things lol. Anyways, this is just to get me by ... hope you enjoy! 

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soooo i’ve decided to write a yullen fic. it may have several chapters, or just a couple “parts.” with my short narrative style, it will probably be aggravating to read hahaha. they might get longer as i go, i haven’t decided yet, but i’d really like to keep them under a thousand words each. 

either way, i’m going to write it, and you can read it if you want. 

if you are new to my writing, check out some of my work! i’ve done yullen and lavilena primarily, but could expand in the future! for more samples, check out my drabble tag. i also take requests (: 

stay tuned! xx 

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doodling my babies at night

I have that impossible post!canon hc, where Order won the war, Neah fucked up, these dorks are survived, ran away from Order and Vatican and then lived together in Sweden with a big dog named Tim.

Allen has grown up and getting taller than Kanda, and Kanda still isn’t really good at accepting compliments

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Just letting everyone know, I did receive the requests that were sent to my ask box, so thank you to all who sent something in! They will come out within the next couple weeks, depending on my muse. Please feel free to visit my blog and send in more requests if you'd like!