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Hiya!

It is I. It's been a while since I posted something here. It's the start of the new year, hopefully my days will be filled with more creativity, inspiration and time. Today was such a day, and I sketched something hehe. Hope you like it!

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Hi all!

It's been a while, but I'm still drawing. Not fan art this time but those days will come back again. I was working on a huge project and I finally finished it. So, for the Stranger Things fans: Here's a little Steve for ya :)

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Hi guys! As you may have noticed, I haven’t been really active these last weeks/months. It’s been pretty busy lately and I don’t have much time to draw. Don’t worry, I’m okay but there’s a lot going on in my life at the moment :) So I decided to go ‘on hiatus’ as of today. 

Feel free to talk to me or ask me stuff. I’ll still be online, but I probably won’t be posting art for a while. 

Rivvd out ✌🏼

Well... Sort of. 

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What’s your favorite art you’ve created?

Hmmm good question *opens procreate*. I think my favourite is the 'Zoro's butt' one hehe. "I like big butts and I cannot lie" 👀

I've been thinking about making a version 2 and fully render the artwork so there's no line art left hehe.

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Story Time: Get a load of what happened to me at Starbucks today.

There’s a running joke among people who know me personally that I unwittingly go out in public with a sign on my forehead stating “I Am Non-Threatening. Come Talk To Me.” Because if there’s a chance a bizarre conversation with a total stranger is going to happen, I’m typically the person it happens to.

Some context: I have been pretty darn sick this week. (It’s not Coronavirus, don’t worry.) Since the work in my queue for my day job is comprised entirely of audio narration right now, and I currently sound like a waterlogged Demi Moore, I haven’t been able to work these last couple of days. As a result, I’ve been using my down time to knock out as much of Manu’s redesign as possible. Today, to ensure I didn’t spend the day languishing in sinus misery, I medicated the crap out of myself and took Manu to the Starbucks down the block from my son’s day care.

I hit the bathroom, then picked an empty table, but as soon as I sat down with my venti Comfort Tea and started tweaking the inks on my iPad, I felt the eyes of the man next to me looking over my shoulder.

When I looked up, he had his phone out. “I’m sorry,” he said (in a thick accent I couldn’t place geographically), “I don’t want to disturb. I notice you art. You are artist!”

I tried to smile. “Yes, I’m... Well, I’m trying to be,” I croaked.

He leaned in, like he was sharing a secret.

“I am artist, too.”

He stuck out his hand.

I gently took it, grateful for the bathroom trip I just took in which I washed the scourge off of my fingers.

“Can I?” he asked, holding his phone up.

“Take a picture? Uh... sure,” I said. It’s not like he would be able to steal Manu out from under me or anything, I figured. The panel I was tweaking was magnified out to Guam.

“I am artist. Architect and Designer,” he clarified while he steadied his phone over my iPad. “I am Ilker. What is your name?”

“I’m Venessa” I said, trying to be polite. This, I thought warily, is precisely how I get myself into trouble. I’m too damn nice.

“You know, I come to America twenty years ago from Turkey...”

I put down my stylus. This was going to be a while.

“I like Turkey,” he explained. “I like the country and I like the people. But I am artist. I am not... religious man.”

I nodded.

“I told my wife I was going to go to America and she said, “what are you going to do? You don’t have job! You don’t have money! No Visa!” And I said, “I am artist and architect. I will paint and sell my paintings.

“So I come to America alone. To New York City. I sit outside, and I paint. And people, they liked my paintings. They bought them. This one for $30, that one for $50.

“One day, a man comes over to me and he say, “I like your painting. I see you are also architect.” And he gives me his number and asks me to go to meeting at his office. Because he wants to offer me a job. He starts to talk about a building contract.

“I tell him I don’t know anything about contracts. I have no Visa. I am not American citizen. But he says, “That’s okay. I will take care of everything. You will have nothing to worry about.” And this man, he gave me a job. $173,000 a year. And my wife, he gave her a job too. She was project assistant. I bring her and my two daughters over from Turkey.”

“Wow,” I said, not fully believing the veracity of what sounded like a full-on immigration fairy tale.

“Here,” said Ilker, unlocking his phone and opening up his Facebook app. “I show you my work.” He paused and looked up at me. “I am interrupting. You don’t mind?”

At this point, I was invested. I had to see. Because whatever he was about to show me would either prove or disprove this yarn he was spinning. “Please,” I said, gesturing for him to go ahead.

He opened his photos and my jaw dropped. His work... was UNREAL.

“This is building I designed on Madison Ave.... And this one in Chelsea...”

Holy crap. I had just been to Chelsea with my sister last month on a trip to see a broadway show. I had crossed the intersection of the building he was, at this moment, telling me he designed.

He flipped through more buildings. These, he’d designed in Washington, DC. In Bethesda. In Arlington. All beautiful, streamlined, modern structures I had visited and parked my car in front of. He told me he did much of his concept work freehand. That he worked exclusively in natural media. His preferred media was pen, ink, watercolors, and chalks.

Between photos of his wife and daughters, he went on to show me photos from the RUSSIAN EXHIBITION OF HIS ARCHITECTURE ARTWORK.

Y’all, I was stunned. I couldn’t believe the talent I was sitting next to. Scattered among these gloriously rendered images of some of the most beautiful building concepts I’d ever seen were paintings of scenes in Central Park, the National Mall, and nudes from a life-drawing session he attends from time to time.

When he was done flipping through his phone, he looked at me and smiled. “I hope you don’t mind that I interrupt you. I show you all this because what you are doing is very good. And you should be encouraged. To draw is to make beauty.”

I nodded, a lump in my throat. “Thank you,” I managed. “Your work is astonishing. I don’t even know what to say. What is your name again?”

He held out his hand once more. “Ilker Kocahan,” he said. “I am getting more coffee. Can I get you one?”

I looked at my still-full venti cup. “No thank you. But here, please take my card.”

He held my dinky business card like I’d handed him a treasure and thanked me.

Then Ilker got his coffee, and left the coffee shop.

At some point in his ramblings he talked about America as a place of dreams. How he credits this country with helping him rise to the top of his field where he is now able to sell his paintings for $800-$1000 a piece now that he’s retired. My heart ached to hear him talk about that, knowing how our leadership’s positions on immigrants have taken such a dark and horrifying turn.

Imagine the buildings and museums and public places that would never have been if a business man in the park hadn’t lifted up a Turkish painter who spoke little English.

And now that painter was paying it forward on me.

I still feel pretty darn sick. I’ve still got body aches and a nose that has taken the rest of my face hostage.

But today was a really good day. And I just wanted to share it with you in case you are looking for reasons to keep drawing/painting/dancing/writing. It all counts and it is all good.

If you would like to see Ilker Kocohan’s work, please click here.

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Gaaahh. OMG THANK YOU FOR THIS ❤️ Aaacceee 😍

Oh and. Of course I'll be at your wedding. I don't want to miss the huge fish buffet! As long as Kees doesn't forget the sauce though 🤓

Happy Birthday Rivvid!

You have to be one of the first people I made friends with here and I love our chats so much. Thank you for setting me up with Kees, you can be at our wedding. You are lovely and talented and your art always makes my day <3 happy birthday please enjoy! @rivvd-art

Ace x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 1,657

Marco was staring out the window idly, watching the clouds drift by in the beautiful blue sky, a smile playing on his lips as he let out a little hum, enjoying the moment of peace. Fresh coffee was poured and waiting for him as he enjoyed a moment to himself.

The door slamming open and hitting the wall had been the rude awakening the phoenix hadn’t needed nor wanted. The man jumped in his seat, letting out a started cry, almost falling back in his seat as his eyes met those of the noisy crew member. Marco tutted and gripped his desk in mild annoyance.

“Yes, Ace?”

Ace was panting, out of breath, his hands on his knees as he took a moment to regain his composure. Marco guessed he’d run the entire length of the Moby judging on how frazzled the other commander was. Ace took a breath and changed his posture, bowing his head and apologising to Marco for the rude outburst.

“It’s fine, honestly, what do you need? I’m very busy yoi.” Marco prompted and watched Ace straighten himself up and stared at him, eyebrow raised.

Ace gave the doctor a sceptical look, it had honestly looked like the zoan was daydreaming again. He pushed that thought aside as he walked across the floor, his heavy boots making clunking sounds before Ace pulled out the chair, and sat on it, leaning on Marco’s desk and his hands already grabbing at things to fidget with.

“It’s their birthday today and-“Ace started, interrupted by Marco.

“And you forgot?”

“What? No! I’ve had a gift for weeks remember that one island I went to and came back with the animal bites?” he saw Marco nod, a signal to carry on his story. “I just forgot about the cake… and I think Thatch is busy today..”

“Why don’t you make it yourself then yoi?” Marco asked with growing irritability in his tone as he tilted his head and examined the fidgeting form of Ace as he pulled and picked at a blank piece of paper.

“I have no idea how too..”

“You can read right? there’s plenty of books.. give it a shot, you never know what you can do until you put your mind to it”

Ace mulled that over, tapping his fingers on the desk, tap, tap, tap and it was slowly driving Marco to be irritated with his friend. He reached over and placed his hand over Ace’s ceasing the noise, a smile on his lips and a look in his half-lidded eyes that meant to be read as a warning.

“Yeah, your right, I’ll give it a go. Thanks, Marco!”

--

As soon as the chef found out it was Marco who put Ace up to turning his kitchen into a mess of eggshells, goop and flour he was done for. Ace was looking at the open cookbook, this was his third attempt to create a cake. Flour smeared across his forehead as he narrowed his eyes at the pages. It had to be something he was doing in this process because it just wasn’t baking in the oven correctly.

He sighed and rubbed his batter-stained hands down on his black shorts, leaving white smears across the dark fabric. The commander looked a state, cake mix over his face, some in his hair, all down his shorts, it seemed every inch of him not covered by the apron had gotten mess on it.

Ace turned the page and poked his tongue out in concentration, mixing the gloop in the bowl and nodding to himself. The sun outside was starting to sink, he knew he would be chased out of the kitchen for the dinner rush at any moment.

“I don’t trust this oven..” he grumbled knowing this would be his final attempt at making the cake.

So, he did what any reasonable fire user would do. He sat down on the floor, the cake tins in both hands as he warmed himself up, raising his temperature and watching both sides of the cake cook. They rested on his heated-up thighs as hot hands hovered above them making sure they were completely cooked.

It was boring and he had felt himself nodding off more than once, but he still somehow managed it, baking them to perfection, he could have cried with how pleased he was at how this had turned out. The smell that emanated from the baked goods pleased the man’s nose as he sighed, you were going to love this, he was sure of it.

Getting back up he started to work on how to decorate it, this process was less than neat and tidy, the cake was smeared in lumpy icing, your favourite colour. He’d tried to write across the top HAPPY BIRTHDAY but Ace’s handwriting might have been lovely on paper, but he was no master of the icing bag.

HAPRY BRTHDDY was good enough, he was still proud of himself.

--

You had wanted to spend your birthday with Ace, he’d just been hard to locate. Marco had given you short curt answers when you’d asked him, everyone else just seemed to change the subject and you had the suspicion that your boyfriend must have been up to something for your birthday.

He wasn’t subtle but you had to admit he’d done well to avoid you until now.

You’d retired to the room you shared with Ace, it was dark as you opened the door, you were sure you’d left a lantern on to avoid walking into a dark room. You prepared yourself to trip over the mess you’d left in the form of clothes strewn across the floor.

For the second time today, Ace scared the living shit out of someone he cared about. You screamed when a roar of fire lit up the room and you saw the grinning freckled face of your boyfriend as he used his pointer finger to light up the candles along the cake.

Your heart was still beating faster than you’d have liked as you started to try to calm yourself down, making yourself recognise the blaze of fire was your blaze of fire. Ace looked a little sheepish when you’d fixed him a look after you’d pulled yourself together.

“I didn’t mean to startle you; I seem to have a habit of that today.” He said with a chuckle as he walked over with the cake.

You peered at the baked good with the messy decorations and realised he’d made this for you, you could have cried with how touched the gesture had made you and knowing how capable Ace was in the kitchen with anything that wasn’t BBQ. You could feel tears brimming in your eyes and he must have seen when the flames of the candles reflected on the unshed shimmers.

“Oh, come on, it doesn’t look that bad does it?” Ace asked, half-joking.

“It looks amazing, thank you so much, Firefly.” He relaxed; you could see the tension in his shoulders dissipate as he smiled brighter.

The way his freckled cheeks and dark eyes looked in the light of the birthday candles was a gift in itself. He smiled warmer than any fire he could produce. You laughed a little when he started to sing to you, the familiar tune of Happy Birthday.

“Make a wish!” he sing songed and held the cake closer to you.

You did as he wanted, you blew out the candles, sending the room into darkness before Ace handed you the cake, making sure you had a good grip before he turned on the big lantern you kept on the desk.

“This looks good Ace, thank you so much.”

“I hope it tastes better than it looks.” He commented and took the cake back from you, setting it on the table where he’d already had the forethought to bring forks and plates for you both.

“What did you wish for?” He asked, cutting the cake into two very large chunks, handing you a plate and fork.

“I can’t tell you that, that’s not how wishes work.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the commander as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I wished for this cake not to kill us.” He mumbled as he stuck his fork into the cake, taking a bite, his face pulled into a look of disgust, bracing himself for the taste.

But it didn’t taste bad, his face lightened up when he closed his mouth and he nodded proudly, you took a bite and soon joined him in the silent nodding of enjoyment. He swallowed first and sighed.

“I did good, this was pretty nice right?”

“You did wonderfully, I love this, thank you.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek, he was glad for the sepia tones that flooded the room, hoping they hid the blush on his cheeks.

“That’s not all I got you,” Ace dug around in his pockets and pulled out a box, so nicely wrapped with paper and a ribbon.

Ace was full of surprises today, wasn’t he? You pulled off the bow and opened the lid, eyes widened when you saw what it was. “Ace.. this..”

“I knew you wanted one… and well.. I made it a little more personal…”

He took out the bracelet, with white and red stripes like his own but there was a charm dangling from it. A little glass bottle, so small and delicate with a rolled-up scrap of paper.

“Part of my vivre card, so even when we are on missions, we can still feel connected.” He said, his eyes not meeting yours, feeling bashful.

“Do you like it?”

“I love this Ace, thank you so much, I love you.” You let him slide on the bracelet before you threw your arms around him, kissing his cheek.

“Happy birthday.” He said softly, holding you back, nuzzling his face into your hair, feeling so loved and complete at this moment.

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It's mah birthday! Whoop

And I didn't draw something to celebrate it haha. But I drew this from memory a couple of days ago and I'm kinda proud of it. So. Whoop again. Just imagine the tear to be a happy tear 😅

Oops. No watermark

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I'm taking commissions

Hi all! I've got something to share. I finally decided to do commissions 👏🏼 More and more people asked if I would do commissions, so I yielded and here I am. No I'm kidding. Doing commissions was always on the back of my mind but the timing didn't feel right back then. BUT NO MORE.

This is my commission price list:

Thank you all for the support and love 💕

- Rivvd

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CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS SO EXCITING!!! If I managed to squeeze into the slots could I please get either Marco or Sabo in D2? Thanks so much!! ;w;

I'M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG 😱 He's finally ready. I choose Sabo because I already drew Marco. He kinda looks like a prince in my drawing haha 👑 I hope you like him :3

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Behold!

He's finally ready! The artwork I've been working on for the last couple of weeks. It felt good drawing Zoro again 😍

I based it on a piece from @MediumMrs on Twitter. Thank you for your wonderful artwork 💕

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Hello planet

Yes it's me. I haven't been abducted by extraterrestrial life yet. But I am taking things a little slower. There are 2 people still waiting for my '300 followers' sketch. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you :) But I needed some 'me-time'. So I started drawing muscles again. Because... That soothes me? Let's just say its for scientific purposes 🤓 So... here's a little sneak peek hehe. For science!

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Hi, if your follower event is still open, do you think I could get Ace or Sabo with 2D please?

Henlo! Sorry it took so long. But it's ready! I hope you like him ☺️ I choose Ace because I have another request for Sabo with D2 hehe

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Congratulations Rivvid!!! 💕💕

Could I request Corazon for C4? Pretty please and thank youuuu

Henloo! Your man is ready 😏 Happy boyo with his wild fluffy hair. I hope you like him ☺️

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can i ask for kid or sukuna with C2?

Omg. I was so happy with your request for Sukuna! 😍 So I HAD to draw him aahh. I hope you like him 😊 Who knew he had it in him to be so shocked haha

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The first piece is ready! I made this one for @cyborg-franky 👏🏼 Here's your Marco with expression E5 - the cheeky grin! I hope you like it 💕

300 followers event

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Aahh. That was fast

Unfortunately all slots for my 300 followers event are taken. But I might open it again if I can find some free time 🙂 But for now, this event is closed.

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300 followers event!

Minaaaa! As you know (or not) I've reached the 300 followers milestone whoop! So I thought it was time to celebrate this with an event 👏🏼

I'll open 5 slots because I'm really busy and I don't have a lot of time to draw, unfortunately. But if this event is a success and I have the time, I might open it again 😏 So let's hope I win the lottery soon so I don't have to work anymore and I can draw 27/7 haha.

The event: Expressions, expressions, expressions

Okay, you may pick 2 characters + 1 expression from the image below (made by @nyazuline). I will draw one of your chosen characters with the expression. I will probably just do a sketch or line art this time, because I'm slow as f*ck when it comes to drawing 😅

Example:

Can I ask for Zoro or Shanks with expression D3?

Expressions:

Rules

I draw characters for One piece, Jujutsu kaisen, My hero academia and I'll try to do Haikyuu (if I can pull it off 😅). If I’m not comfortable drawing a specific character, I’ll let you know :) Also, I prefer drawing men because I'm used to that, so please spare me 😂

Slots open: 0 / 5 > FULL (for now)

@hollyberryfairy

@captainsvessel

@secretsnailor

@rosiinante

@sabo-has-my-heart