syrhra

[syrhra]

omg this ones got me running LAPS

['sex' by the 1975]

⤷ atsumu miya x f!reader; best friends, references to infidelity, pining, sexual content (w.c 3.1k)

“it’s not sex.” he insists between mouthfuls. a drop of mustard dots the corner of his mouth. you stare incredulously.

“are you joking?” you ask. atsumu just shrugs his shoulder, intense focus saved for the burger held in his hands. practically inhaling a third of it in one bite as he brings it up to his mouth.

“‘s not like it’s the real thing.” he bobs his head side to side in consideration of the sandwich before he’s grabbing at the fries in your lap, “can i haf some.”

the carton lays practically emptied from his pilfering next to your abandoned chicken nuggets. three remaining, absent of consumption in favor of a bewildered stare at the man seated beside you on his bed. 

“fingering is penetration, that’s sex.” you say simply.

atsumu raises a brow, “yer gyno having sex with ya?”

“that’s different.” you level a stare at him, one that’s serious and fierce and that communicates everything you mean in the single look alone. he meets it with one of his own, familiarity and uncommunicated languages all the rage between the two of you. “she doesn't make me cum.”

“neither does yer boyfriend.” he shrugs, taking another large bite of his burger as you screech in offense. your hand meets his bicep with a sharp slap and he grabs at it in pain. “ow! ya were the one that told me that!”

”some people take a minute to figure it out.”

”sounds like its taking a lot longer than a minute.” he mutters to himself. “look, its a lost cause. just dump the guy before it gets anywhere. ya haven’t had sex yet, he’s got a weird face, dude cant tell a fake orgasm from a real one. why are ya fighting me on this?”

“fingering is sex! your body count would be zero if fingering didnt count.” you insist loudly and atsumu rolls his eyes. he crumples the foil his burger came in and throws it across the room, cheering loudly when it makes it into the bin in the corner of his room. 

his room is much the same since the last time you visited. photos of passing years sit framed on the desk— an image of he and osamu with their arms wrapped around each other, taken right before atsumu left for the olympics. another of you and atsumu placed right next to it, you leaning over his shoulder and him laughing loudly, beer bottles held deftly in hands and drunken flushes decorating your faces. momentos of faded high school memories, interspersed with flashes of young adult realities. 

its more sophisticated than it once was. minimal in furniture, and of the items that decorate the room they’re the perfect reflection of a twenty-four year old athlete. his closet is lined with designer gifted clothes, but his desk chair remains stacked with undone laundry, the basics of his everyday life found in the plush cushion more than on the hangers. the jacket you’re currently wearing was stolen from the top of that pile just after delivering a pointed comment at how cold he keeps his apartment. 

its a far cry from the bedroom he used to share with his brother, the one you remember at the dusk of previous memories. it was cramped and contained, lines between the two boys constantly blurred and you having to learn rather quickly where to step and when. but even now, as he lives on his own in a city a bit further from you than you’re comfortable with, not much has changed. you still sit on the left side of the bed and he takes the right; you still eat burgers on his bed and steal his jackets, and he throws papers into trash bins and insists he could’ve made it professional were he not already in volleyball; you still moan and complain about the woes of daily life and he still listens to them endlessly, interjecting the same amount of dumb enthusiasm as you know him to have. 

there is still much in common that remains between he and you. trusted familiarity, endless comfort; a bubble that remains whole and precious, unaltered despite life dealing its hand to you. you’re convinced there’s no one else in the world that gets you quite like atsumu does. 

there’s also no one in the world that works you up, quite like atsumu does.

atsumu stands from the bed, retrieving your own trash from your lap and chucking the rest of it in the bin. lithe and lean, he moves with a body that is sculpted to perfection as he turns off the overhead light and instead turns on the desk lamp, submerging the room in the lowly warmth of its glow. days are shorter now and the sun has just made it return home, leaving you to the dim luster of a pleasant comfort. 

its quiet, intimate. words entirely inappropriate to describe the weekly hangout with your best friend of seven years. 

pushing thoughts aside, you fight to remember what the whole point of the conversation was about. a boyfriend, right. your boyfriend.

right. 

“and he does not have a weird face, he’s just… interesting. it’s what i liked about him.” 

“revolting. i’m this close to spiking a ball in his face. it would be plastic surgery for the dud.”

“you’re being mean.” you tell him. 

atsumu scoffs loudly, “and yer being stupid! yer the one that’s complaining to me about it. yer really gonna date a guy who can’t figure it out when he fingers ya? what happens when ya actually have sex with the bozo?”

“it takes practice. i don’t blame him for not being able to get me there on the first try. i see him later tonight so i’ll talk to him about it. it’s hard to figure out how to turn someone on and then try to, you know, get me there—“

“woahwoahwoah—timeout.” atsumu hold his hands perpendicular to one another, forming a ‘t’. his eyebrows practically touch the hairline of his bleached hair. “he doesn't even turn you on?”

“not everyone is good at everything, like you.” you mean it sarcastically, but it comes out short and meek. it’s embarrassing to have to cover for the misgivings of your current beau, but there’s an obligation to. a point to make, especially to the man in front of you. 

you’ve met the ex-girlfriends, heard their feedback for the man before you. an average of six out of ten in boyfriend material, but he knocks the ball out of the park when it comes to the bed—or so you’ve heard. 

(aya, the most recent girl to have made her grand exit, followed you on instagram and asked you to not be a stranger. whether that was so she could have her in for atsumu or because she really wanted to be friends is still up for debate, but the gesture ended with a message in your directs.

[9:17] it sucks, he’ll always be more in love with volleyball than any girl he could ever date. and even if he didn’t, you’re his number two anyway, so there’s really no way i can win.

[9:20] i’m super sorry, aya. if it’s any consolation, i really liked you two together. he’s just slow, i’m sure you guys will figure it out.

[9:20] you were our biggest argument. 

[9:20] so no, i don’t think we will.

[9:21] i’ll miss that dick tho, best orgasm of my life. rip

there’s not much you can say to a message like that. there’s not much you can say to the surge of smugness that courses through you either, so you don’t.

you don’t tell atsumu about it.)

“alright. sit up then.”

his voice startles you. “what?” 

suddenly, he stands before the side of the bed, looming horribly tall over you as he peers down at you. he shoves his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, the fabric unintentionally pulling down ever so slightly and the waistband of his black boxers peeking out in greeting. the light of the desklamp casts a halo over his silhouette.

your attention is drawn upward and it’s hard to deny the familiar pang that tends to strike through you every so often in times like this. the simple effect of being near him. atsumu is unfairly handsome, and while it’s hard to put a name to the feeling that pulses inside of you when the light catches him just right or when a smile is even more charming than usual, the ache is always the same.

it’s fleeting, you convince yourself. something you refuse to settle on for too long. contexts and suppressed hopes pushed to the back of your mind along with the other unspoken things.

“come on.” he gestures two fingers upward. “i’ll show ya how easy it is to turn a girl on.”

its curiosity that has you standing up on your knees on the comforter, nothing more. its the wonder of how exactly your best friend makes his move on women that leads you to be so close to him, chests practically touching. breaths intertwining as atsumu stares a kind of serious into you that you’ve never been in the receiving end of before.

“im gonna touch ya.” his voice is low and your heart beats erratically in your chest. you nod. 

lifting his right hand, cold fingertips run across the heated skin on the back of your arm. digits trailing upward as he paints a pathway up. and it’s nothing—just his hand on your arm, nothing new or different, and yet your breath hitches. innocent in theory, but something solidifies on atsumu’s face, the familiar signs of determination playing out on his face. it’s less babied now, more formed and angular with the growings of an adult man, but it’s the same focus in his eye, the same clench in his jaw. 

his fingers trail up then down, repeating a circular figure on your skin. the sounds of your mingling breaths the only whispers between you two. your eyes dart down to his lips, but his stay fixed on you. studying every flicker of your eye, every inhale. 

his fingers break from their pattern and trails down to your wrist, then your palm, then your own fingers. tracing them, dancing with them, intertwining them slightly only to pull them away. 

“we should stop.” you whisper after a moment of his caress.

“why?” he asks and a quick glance to his gaze reveals that he knows why. he’s just making you spell it out.

it’s unfortunate that the only reason you want to stop is out of principle, and not because you truly have any reservations about any of this. your boyfriend of three months all but an annoying buzz in your ear.

“this feels like cheating.” you tell him simply. atsumu cocks his head to the side, charming smirk pulling across his lips. 

“i’m touching yer arm. this isn’t anything, yet.”

“you shouldn’t be touching my arm like this.”

“why? cause it’s working, right?” his voice drops to a low rumble, words vibrating through you and shooting straight to your core. “see how easy it is?”

“that means this is cheating then, right?” the question is posed, but it’s obvious it’s more to convince yourself than him. because all that he’s done is touch your arm and you’ve felt the bubbling of that unnamed something heat within you. it feels the exact same as it did seven years ago when you met him; feels identical to the moment four years ago when a drunken night led to a drunken kiss that was forgotten about the next day; feels the exact same whenever he looks at you like he does now, like you're open for the taking. a pointedly very different response to the dread that comes when getting intimate with your actual boyfriend. 

and while atsumu may be doing this to prove a point, to rub it in your face that he was right and you were wrong, you don’t trust that you’ll be able to not carry this with you. to not want more than you should. 

“nah.” he says simply, knowingly. “if i kiss you then it’s a problem.”

“oh, so kissing is cheating, but fingering isn’t?”

“can you shuddup? always runnin’ that damn mouth.” he renders you quiet. 

satisfied with your silence, he brings his left hand to cup your jaw, thumb and index finger grasping your chin and tilting your head to the left, leaving your neck exposed. he leans in, nose tracing a line up the column of your neck until he meets the juncture between that and your jaw. it’s a simple movement, and yet it feels like eternity in his hands. his breath hits steadily against the expanse of your cheek as he whispers into your ear.  “does he touch ya like this?” 

the gasp you release is guttural.

the arm previously fiddling with your fingers quickly wraps around your waist, pulling you flush to him. you have no choice but to embrace him with your own arms, hands cupping the back of his neck to steady yourself. it’s impulse to run them down the expanse of his back, to feel the muscles that he’s worked so hard for, but you resist. keeping yourself locked on his neck and nothing more, as though you being pliant to his ministrations wasn’t jeopardizing enough.  

his thumb inches upward, stroking the corner of your lips sweetly. “does he take his time with ya? cause i would.” 

its then that his lips meet the skin of your neck, tingles erupting from the connection. all of its effects causing an inadvertent clench within you. “it’s not about shoving fingers inside and just doing it. its about doing it the way you like it. and i’d make ya tell me how ya like it. since yer always runnin’ that damn mouth, might as well put it to good use.”

its all-encompassing, the traitorous burn between your thighs. and yet, this is the unnamed something, all that you’ve pushed away.

“astumu—” you whine and its in that exhale of yours that he releases a sigh of his own. one that almost sounds restrained.

“tell me to stop.” he says quickly, lips mouthing against your neck as he utters the words. 

and you don’t want him to. not really. the desire is feverish, unlike anything you’ve felt before and to end this is to end the sweetness of something you’ve yet to taste. if it were to be with anyone you would want it to be with him.

you could take the teasing, the “i-told-you-so” from osamu, the obliteration of a friendship for the uncertain promise of something more. but it isn’t right. not like this. if mountains were to come to a head, you want it to happen because they were gravitated to each other, not because the earth told them to do so.

“stop.” you tell him, and it’s like a hot brand that strikes him. he’s immediately pushing away from, untangling his limbs from you and stepping back into the swath of darkness in the room. 

his breaths are deep and heavy, that much you can tell from the distance. shuttering exhales that wrack his chest. you can hardly make out his irises, only see the intensity of dark pupils. it’s hard to believe that he could be feeling the way you do, just from the simple touch alone. a quick glance down to his grey sweatpants proves otherwise. 

a moment, then two, pass by. ragged breaths filling the distance, words spoken in the silent language you’re both fluent in. 

“does this mean i’m easy then?” you ask quietly, an effort to ease the wall of tension. 

“no.” he shakes his head gently, “just means i know ya.”

he knows what he means to say, the words and all of their yearning practically knocking against his teeth to escape. it’s the long haul, almost a decade long game of carefully advanced chess pieces to get to this point. blocked, temporarily, by the appearance of the new guy. a boyfriend of yours that atsumu met once, a guy he barely attempted to learn the name of. for reasons of his own, their knowing pertinent only to him. held deeply within the urges of being seen, the desires of having you wholly, completely.

there are plenty of other ways that he could do this—probably be more eloquent about it. admit pushed away feelings when you’re not in the midst of ranting about how your boyfriend just can’t get you off. 

but the tension irks him. thick enough to cut a knife, always following the two of you in the long held stares and closeness in which you two gravitate towards each other. the answer to your boyfriend problem is standing right in front of you. he knows what he wants you to do when you see your boyfriend later tonight. 

there are certain shoes that atsumu is convinced he could fill better than your boyfriend.

your face is flushed, and the desk lamp makes you look angelic under the lowlights, and you're wearing his jacket like you always do in a way that makes him believe it was always meant for you. and he’s not entirely convinced, even without the cloud of lust that hangs over him, that you don’t want this just as bad as he does.

osamu once said that atsumu wouldn’t admit his feelings to you even if they hit him over the head. they’re here, now. settling in the distance between you two, bobbing in the capsizing waves of want. they ache to be spoken, knock repeatedly against his gritted teeth. 

but a choice is made in that moment, with you looking at him as wild as you are. atsumu will admit to the selfish and prideful part of himself, but this—you— aren’t something to just take. the taste of your neck, the feel of your body against him, it must be given to him, earned. not because he needs to make a petty point, but because you want him to. 

he cares for you too much to be reckless in how he plays his cards. even if osamu will bust his balls for it later.

you have a boyfriend. and he can’t force you to change that. it wouldn’t be right, he’s given you the taste, he hopes it will be enough.

“like that.” he says after a moment, pushing down his pride and long held desires for you. “tell him ya like it like that.”

a/n: why is it that whenever i stop writing for kuroo, the one i always want to write for is atsumu. also big ups for my beta who entertains me and proofreads me at all hours of the day. i love you sanju!!!!!!

[syrhra]

"✧.*Kaizen Haruto 改善.晴翔. They call him the Spectral Forge—a weapon in the shape of a man. Calm, calculated, and always a step ahead, his quirk turns the battlefield into his personal armory. Don’t let the quiet demeanor fool you; when he strikes, it’s already too late."

୨୧ hi! you can call me nana.

I make art which I mainly post on my Instagram ! Recently I've gotten into writing too and I would like to improve this skill, which is why I'm on tumblr! as you can see, this page is almost completely kaizen (my oc) themed bc i love him sm <3

˚୨୧⋆。 I will mainly write oc x canon fics and short scenarios with him, and hopefully, I will expand my writing scope in the future!

---in the mean time, nice to meet you tumblr community!

[syrhra]

UA Christmas - Mistletoe edition ❄️

oc x canon 改善.晴翔 x 爆豪.勝己 I think just by reading the title you know where I'm headed c: ---merry christmas! 🎄 I guess this counts as my first fic? story? not sure what to call this, let's say scenario. either way I hope you enjoy it <3 (psst, there's a mini surprise at the end!)

The common room of Class 1-A’s dormitory glowed with warm light as the students gathered for their annual Christmas party. The scent of hot cocoa and fresh-baked cookies filled the air, and laughter echoed as everyone exchanged gifts. Snow fell gently outside the windows, frosting the world in a peaceful white.

Kaizen stood near the fireplace, his navy sweater adorned with small golden stars glinting softly in the light. He sipped from a steaming cup of cocoa, his gaze flicking between the sparkling tree and the chaotic antics of Mina and Kaminari as they argued over holiday trivia.

This is... nice, he thought, a small, content smile playing on his lips. Back home, it was always just him and his Mom. Those were good times—quiet, simple, but filled with love. They’d cook something special together, watch old holiday movies, and she’d always insist on putting up way too many decorations.

He chuckled softly to himself, recalling how his mother would hum carols while decorating their tiny tree, her cheer infectious despite the simplicity of their celebrations. It was enough back then. It was perfect.

But tonight felt different.

Being here, surrounded by people who’ve faced the same struggles, the same fears—it felt warm in a way he didn’t expect. It’s messy and loud and completely chaotic, but that’s what makes it so special. Everyone fought so hard, and now everyone gets to laugh, to breathe, to just exist together.

His gaze lingered on his classmates. Mina’s boisterous laugh as she teased Kaminari, Midoriya fumbling with a ribbon he couldn’t untangle, and Todoroki’s quiet amusement at it all. It felt like a special time to be alive.

Until his thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, familiar voice.

“No way I'm wearing that! Get that thing away from me!” Bakugo’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and exasperated. Kaizen turned just in time to see Mina fling a Santa hat toward Bakugo, who dodged it like it was a live grenade.

Kaizen chuckled softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’m surprised you’re here!”

Bakugo shot him a sharp glare, though it lacked his usual bite. “Tch. Not like I could sleep with how noisy these idiots are.”

How the roles have switched.

Kaizen tilted his head, his expression softening. “Well, I’m glad you came. The room feels brighter with you in it.” His voice was quiet but sincere.

Bakugo faltered, a faint flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he snorted, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re so damn weird, Haruto.”

Their exchange was interrupted by Mina’s gleeful shriek. “Oh my gosh, look!”

Kaizen followed her gaze upward and froze. Dangling just above him and Bakugo was a sprig of mistletoe, tied with a glittering red ribbon.

“Mistletoooooooe!” Mina sang, her grin mischievous as she clapped her hands.

The room erupted with whistles and laughter, all eyes now fixed on the pair.

Bakugo’s face turned scarlet. “What kind of stupid prank is this?!” he barked, glaring at the offending plant as though it had personally insulted him.

“Don’t look at me!” Kaminari said, throwing up his hands in mock innocence. “But rules are rules, man. You know what’s gotta happen.”

Kaizen, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink, tried to diffuse the situation. “It’s just a silly tradition,” he murmured, offering Bakugo an amused smile. “We don’t have to—”

“Oh no, no, no,” Hagakure chimed in, pushing them closer. “We’re all watching now. You can’t back out!”

“Like hell I—” Bakugo started, but the intensity of the stares around him, combined with Kaizen’s calm, almost amused expression, made him hesitate. His crimson eyes flickered to Kaizen, who simply tilted his head with a soft smile.

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal,” Kaizen said softly, his tone steady but playful.

“Fine!” Bakugo growled through gritted teeth. Before anyone could react, he leaned in, planting a quick, almost aggressive kiss on Kaizen’s cheek before stepping back.

“There!” he barked at the room. “Happy now, you damn extras?” His ears burned red as he stomped toward the snack table. “And if anyone mentions this again, they’re dead!”

The room burst into cheers and applause, Mina and Kaminari collapsing into a fit of giggles. “Oh man, that was even better than I imagined!” Kaminari wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. Mina nudged him with a grin, her laughter tapering into a soft chuckle.

“Alright, alright, we’ve had our fun,” she said, her voice still carrying a playful lilt. “Before Bakugo actually blows us up, let’s move on.”

Yaoyorozu stepped forward, her smile serene as she gestured toward the table stacked with cards and board games. “Shall we begin the games? Everything’s ready, and we still have plenty of time before the night ends.”

Kaizen, meanwhile, touched his cheek where Bakugo’s lips had brushed, a soft laugh escaping him. “Can't believe he went for it,

How cute."

Later that evening, as the party wound down, Kaizen found Bakugo leaning against a shadowed corner, arms crossed and scowl firmly in place.

“You survived,” Kaizen said lightly as he approached.

“Barely,” Bakugo muttered, refusing to meet his gaze.

Kaizen smiled, his voice lowering. “Thank you for coming, Bakugo. You could’ve skipped, but you didn’t. I think that says a lot about you.”

“Don’t read into it,” Bakugo grumbled, but his tone lacked its usual venom.

Kaizen leaned back slightly, spectating his classmates from a new angle. “It’s moments like this that remind me why we fight so hard every day. This—being with everyone—it’s what we’re protecting. I’m glad you were part of it tonight.”

Bakugo stared at him for a long moment, then sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly.

Kaizen stepped forward, a soft smile on his lips. “Merry Christmas, Bakugo.”

For a moment, Bakugo didn’t reply. Then, in a voice so quiet it was almost lost in the hum of the party, he muttered, “Merry Christmas.”

Nearby, hidden behind the couch, Kaminari and Mina whispered gleefully.

“Told you the mistletoe idea would work,” Mina whispered triumphantly, elbowing Kaminari. "Bakugo's reaction was priceless, just as I expected."

“You’re a genius! Is that why you planted Kaizen there?!” Kaminari replied, stifling his laughter.

"Had it been anyone else, I doubt Bakugo would have wanted to stand next to them." Mina shrugged.

“Do you think they’ll ever figure it out?”

Mina grinned. “Not a chance. And even if they do, it was totally worth it. Now, help me figure out how to get Iida under the second mistletoe...”

The two exchanged a quiet high-five before disappearing back into the party, their plan a resounding success.

[syrhra]

I love tumblr

"the fuck?" was the first thing that came out of katsuki bakugou's mouth as he stared at his phone in his hands.

dress to impress.

you snicker, mentally patting yourself on the back as he walks his avatar around, the bewildered look on his face turning into a comical look of disgust.

"this is a fuckin' dress up game." he scoffed, about to turn off his phone, only pausing as you grab his wrist. "c'mon kat, play with me!"

he stares at you.

you stare at him, pleading with your eyes.

"...fine. i'm only doing this shit once." you giggle, pulling out your phone and opening roblox, making a mental note to change katsuki's roblox avatar and joined him in the game, walking around his avatar.

The theme popped up and you groan, frowning at the screen.

"....acubi? what the fuck is an acubi? is that some sort of fuckin cheese?"

you snicker, deciding not to help him out. he would learn on his own. his avatar followed you around like a lost puppy, several grumbles of complaint sounding beside you.

"...ew. why are all the faces so trashy."

"they're not trashy, it's just how it i-" your eyes widened as you finally took a glance of his rather... atrocious avatar. (that was the only way to make it sound nice)

"W-Why is your skin orange? Why are you an ora- KATSUKI ARE YOU A CHEESE?!"

"WASN'T THAT THE FUCKING THEME?!"

you cackled, the timer ticking to its last second. katsuki glared at you, before turning his attention back to the screen. "all of them are shit." he mutters, his eyes widening as he saw your avatar.

"...eh. its decent." you smugly grin at the compliment, resisting the urge to laugh again as katsuki finally entered the stage.

in his orange, cheesy, glory.

he didn't even bothering posing, instead typing out a simple " I thought the theme was about cheese."

you gave him three stars (because you were competitive and wanted to win) much to the fury of katsuki (who gave you a four stars because he loved you)

and the podium was revealed.

you were in second place (which wasn't bad) but the avatar who was in first was....

"kATSUKI?!"

katsuki and his cheese avatar, won first place.

a slow smirk formed across his face and he turned towards you, a insufferable look of triumph on his insufferably proud face.

"...maybe this game isn't so fuckin' bad after all."

[syrhra]

Spent a long time on this art resource/reference masterpost! Finally starting to edit to add more. This will be REGULARLY updated so it’s gonna get huge. If you have a request for resources for me to find OR have a resource you want me to add, just send me an ask :D

General Anatomy/Human stuff:

body quick tips

painting/drawing straight hair

how to draw eyes

arm squish/bend tip

chest/pecks with raised arms tip

long hair how to

male torso anatomy (back)

learn manga male anatomy (torso & arm)

male torso anatomy (front)

head and hair tips (scroll  a bit, it’s in one of the images!)

how to draw noses

ears tilty tip

arm tips

two tips for drawing women’s hair

drawing teeth

anatomy tips

random hair and mouth ref anime

leg muscle anatomy ref

arm muscles anatomy ref

knees reference

arm ref study

quick arm tut tip

how to draw arm

shoulders n sleeves

Poses:

umbrella poses

random female poses

random anatomy pose thing

chibi sleeping in hands pose

laying poses

elf (?) with staff poses

holding phone half bod

peeny wolf pose set

perspective pose sheet

anatomy poses 

crossed arms ref sheet

holding baby poses

Hands:

how to draw hands 1

hand refs & tutorial 2

hand tutorial 3

hand tutorial 4

36 hands

how to draw hands in 10 minutes

hands ref 2

hand gestures and simplifying the hand

arm & hand ref

500 hands

Diversity:

stop drawing natives red

wheelchair tutorial

drawing fat people

vitiligo notes for artists

darkskin palms

epicanthic folds

biracial characters

do’s and don’ts of thick lips

Animals/Creatures:

how to draw falcon beaks

canine studies (broken down into parts)

feline tiger ref

Insect wing venation

Musculature of a T-Rex

Pony bodies tutorial

Hyena Nose tutorial

horse reference

drawing horns

Flesh tutorial

bird tips

wing basics

making mythical creatures look realistic

pony heads tutorial 

dragon designing tutorial pt 3/3

pony wings tutorial

hedgie bodies

Furry/Anthro:

dogquest’s pixel tutorial

furry portrait tutorial

furry pants tutorial

how to draw paws/pawhands

fur direction reference

anthro tips

muzzle shapes

furry styles

anthro expressions

f2u chibi-ish furry base

furry / cartoon head tutorial

f2u furry base/pose w three different ears

drawing humans! for animal artists

Backgrounds:

how to draw debris

fire tutorial

night sky tutorial

materials study with notes

tree tutorial

water tutorial

tangents??

ocean painting

clouds tutorial

bubbles

painty background studies tips

peony tutorial

lakeside tutorial

quick flowers for the lazy

mistletoe vs holly

Perspective:

foreshortening coil technique

foreshortening tutorial

Webcomic:

medibang comic panel tutorial

how i make webcomics/webtoons

how to color comics

the art of lettering comics

comic/doujinshi paneling

in depth webcomic tutorial

Coloring:

The colorpicking problem

72 Color Combinations

How ViPOP uses color

Hair coloring tutorial by rosuuri

Gurochii moe quick eye tutorial

Anime eye tutorial

Mermaid tail tutorial

Grayscale to Color painting tutorial

chibi eye walkthrough

skin tone tutorial 1

curly hair tutorial

color palette

coloring tutorial

light, it gets everywhere

comfort color

skin coloring tutorial

holographic tutorial

dappled lighting effect

cute/bright coloring tutorial 

pattern trick

arcana character coloring tut

Expressions/ Meme / style:

small body language study

expressions reference

how to cute

Platonic cuddles meme

expression reference : nervous

flustered expression meme

drawing expressions tutorial/key

Pixel Art:

Pixel icon tutorial

Ice cream

Moving clouds tutorial

50x50 pixel doll tutorial

pixelin’s pixel process

pixel expression ref

pixel eye blinking tutorial

how to pixel liquids

Clothing / Accessories:

Shoes

Fancy color tip / ref

Chainmail

short reference

learn manga basic pleated skirt tutorial

learn manga basic frills

random clothing refs

chainmail brush

clothing ref masterpost

pinstripes tips

cloth texture tips

how to clothing folds

Misc:

Sketchfab 3d Models

Mikeymegamega on YT for anime/ecchi/etc

Gentei_sozai on twitter for chibi poses

S0zalsan on twitter for random poses

mecha basics

75 tutorials

Obvious art tips you might have forgotten

Mosaic effect

how to draw a cute chibi

fighting artblock

cute pikachu base

painting a face tutorial

volume commissions mini tutorial

arcana characters tutorial reference

notes from the “animators survival kit”

concept art tutorial

another art resource masterpost

MS paint tips and tricks

Reference table for drawing CONSISTENT faces

@hanari0716 on twitter for HELLA references

animation guide for beginners

Brushes:

Foliage brushes

cityscape brushes

ghibli brushes

clip studio paint assets

PS brush pack