#(gorgeous handmade watercolors)

[sarasa-cat]

Me: refreshing email every 5 minutes to see if my much deserved gift to myself has cleared the hold up at customs inspection.

[beelsbignaturals]

What is the perfect birthday gift MC can give to the brothers, in your opinion?

🎂 BIRTHDAY DEMONS🎉

Lucifer hates surprises. Probably because anytime someone "surprises" him, it's almost always his brothers fucking shit up catastrophically. But… he does have a soft spot for you. If you are insisting on surprising him with something nice for his birthday just… promise you won't give him more gray hair, okay? Honestly, just keep it simple. Get the other six out of the house, set up a cute candlelit dinner, grab some demonus and you are all set! If you really want to go all out, that coveted factory tour to top it all off would be very much appreciated.

As much as Mammon would be so down to be a sugar baby… he really doesn't want you to spend your life's savings just to get him a gift. I mean, if it's from you, it's worth more than its weight in gold in his eyes. I think Mammon is the type to keep absolutely everything you give him. Tickets from when you went to the movies, a rock you found that you claim matches his eyes, one of those weird spider rings from an arcade. You get the point. He is absolutely whipped. So yeah, something nice would be cool. But he would treasure a handmade card or jewelry just as much, if not more. Simply because it's from you.

I think Leviathan would really appreciate something that ties in to one of his interests but isn't super obvious. Like, of course, everyone gets him Ruri Chan or TSL merch. But something from an anime he showed you once or twice means a lot to him but doesn't have a huge fan base? Levi would cry. Because it means you really do listen to his endless rambles. It's more about the fact you care, that you don't tune him out, rather than what the gift itself is. 

Take Satan to a used bookstore. You can hold hands while walking through a maze of dubiously organized bookshelves, your pinkies linked together while you browse. Let the fourth born pick out a new book or two. If you want to be extra as hell (pun intended), go the extra mile and get him a cat plushie. Preferably with a green bow wrapped around its neck. It's a guarantee that you will soon find Satan and Catan curled up with a book and some tea. He won't let anyone else know it, but Catan is his most prized possession now.

Asmodeus would absolutely love something romantic. Maybe a simple locket. Heart-shaped and rose gold with a picture of the two of you inside. Preferably a photo where you guys look goofy. Perhaps from one of your spa nights, when you were covered in homemade face masks (that Beel had taste tested…) Or, if you want to go old school, a lock of your hair instead. Something that shows the love you feel for him, as opposed to lust.

This is 100% inspired by the Devilgram where Beelzebub teaches you how to snowboard, but.. I honestly think Beel would be the type of person who prefers an experience over a physical gift. And I'm sure the Devildom has some sort of magic ski resort that is always snowy. So why not spend a day snowboarding with Beel?! You can hit the slopes early and then grab some hot chocolate together, sitting inside by a fire until you can feel your fingers again. End the day with an impromptu snowball fight that leaves you breathless, the cold air stinging your lungs as you both collapse on the ground laughing.

I think Belphegor would appreciate something like one of those paintings of what the night sky looked like on an important date. Like maybe your birthday, or the day you first climbed the stairs to the attic, or your first date. Something like that. A gorgeous watercolor background with an exact chart of what the night sky looked like that day, a moment frozen in time. He would keep it right near his bed so it's the first thing he sees every morning. It makes getting up less awful.

[many-gay-magpies]

💕,🎙, 🌼, 🎁

💕 Current favorite fictional characters

Hmm... I think maybe Charles and Crystal are my favorites right now! Obviously I love all the DBD characters very much but if I had to pick just TWO I love Charles and Crystal a lot... my beloved little tormented bisexuals 🩷 (Or maybe it's Charles and the 12th Doctor... I love that grumpy old lesbian grandpa.)

🎙️ Can I sing?

Pretty decently I think, yeah. I don't have any technical training, so I for SURE miss notes and go flat sometimes and make myself cringe lmao, but I can usually hold pitch pretty well and I like to sing harmonies to songs <333 (but I pretty much never sing in front of anyone lmao, me singing is reserved for when I'm home alone, usually doing dishes)

🌼 Favorite flower

Oooh there are so many that are so pretty... maybe orchids, because my mom has a bunch and they're just GORGEOUS. But I also love passion flowers!

🎁 Best gift I've ever been given

Oh man I have terrible gift memory lmao... maybe one of the many pairs of dr martens my parents have gotten me, or the ipad, which I do like all my writing and art on these days. Also, my aunt recently got me a super cool handmade leather watercolor/sketchbook, but I have yet to do any actual art in it.

[braisedhoney]

do you have a watercolor brand rec? 👀

i'm actually a really big proponent of using whatever's convenient for you, fr. brands vary in price depending on where you're buying them/where you live, what's available, etc. sure there are definitely differences between them, but especially when you're using professional materials it's actually more rare to pick something bad than to stumble on something serviceable.

(whoops this one got long too. under the cut it goes.)

some brands do, admittedly, do certain things better than others. sennelier (a french brand) is known to go down kind of pale/less saturated on the first wash, but they build really really well in glazes and have a luminosity to them that gives paintings a really interesting depth.

daniel smith (an american brand) has one of the largest collections of colors available i've ever seen and their earth tones are gorgeous and really unique.

QOR (not sure where they're based?) has WILDLY saturated colors that bloom so much it kind of looks like fireworks, same with roman szmal.

holbein (a japanese brand) doesn't move much in water at all and thus offers a lot of control to the user instead at the cost of more abstract or dynamic movement in water.

schmincke horadam (a german brand) was hailed as the holy grail of watercolors for a while for their fine pigments and wild dispersal, but that's kind of chilled out these days since so many new players became beloved staples, and some people aren't fans of wild blooming to begin with. in a similar vein, winsor and newton (english brand) has a very extensive history and honestly works as a super "traditional" pick with few surprises but a solid foundation—and none of that is considering the wild variations in properties between student grade paints or the many types of handmade ones that hit the market lol. some brands make great pro but weak student lines, and vice versa.

buuuuuut.

all of that is pedantic when you're starting out, and honestly if you're asking this you're probably looking to get into watercolor. at beginning or intermediate stages where you haven't gone down the fixation rabbithole, all of tha information is more likely to confuse you than help, especially if you don't know what you like or dislike about watercolor yet.

at beginning stages whatever established pro or student brand is available to you is probably good enough to build fundamental knowledge on.

my actual, legit advice is to pick a few colors you like, then if another brand has what you want get it from them. get a small set if that helps and just build with whatever you find lacking, whatever you aren't using can be replaced with something that appeals to you more. there's no need to stick to one specific brand name just because. just don't pick the super chalky ones that come in those huge art packs with the round pans, and you should be fine (and even then, i've seen some people do great art with those! i just don't like when it comes off like dust on my fingers lol.) general rule of thumb i follow is that if they have accurate pigment and lightfastness information, you're going to be fine.

art isn't really all that exclusionary when you do it for fun, it's just an environment where people started making stuff for smaller and more specific audiences to cater to preferences lol. hell, paint with coffee if you want to. life's short and painting is fun, might as well enjoy it for a while.

oh, but do use good paper. blah blah, you've probably heard it before, and trust me we're all just as horrified as you that watercolor paper is so goddamn expensive. but you could literally have The Nicest Paints In The World and they'd look terrible on bad paper that won't let you use the techniques people try to teach you. if you have to pick between good paper and mediocre paints vs bad paper and excellent paints, pick the paper. trust me.

[whoreofabaddon]

It truly has taken me forever to finish writing about my visit to see @winebrightruby and going to see Hozier together. I think it is of utmost importance that everyone know that there was practically a runway walk through the field to the (thankfully outdoor) stadium. There were so many gorgeous maxi dresses and skirts, and the most awesome array of flower crowns which I have ever seen in my life. There were also a handful of people who ought to have been embarrassed for the fact they wore their 'elf ears' out into public. Absolutely distasteful behavior but that is what happens when we let people who have never touched grass out into public. Our outfits were, of course, spectacular. I wore a vintage watercolor blue Gunne Sax dress and Ruby wore a gorgeous flowing skirt with peacocks printed into the fabric. And a very sweet girl stopped to give us some very pretty handmade bead bracelets while we were waiting on the show. It had been threatening to rain all day and was feeling a bit dangerous when we got our wine and went to sit down. I think the entire wait time was just Ruby and I sending prayers up for no rain (and, of course a bit of magic). Which turned out to work perfectly and was absolutely fantastic because Hozier said thanks for the magic done to prevent the rain when he stepped out. I cannot begin to say how amazing the concert was, though! Hozier's voice is exquisite in person and his accent is so precious when he speaks. He made eye contact with us during the first song which was really just the hallmark of the entire concert experience; oddly perfectly aligned to what we had hoped for down to the very song choices. (Take Me to Church and Movement back-to-back? There's some fun Polunin/Hozier lore). There were fireflies in the fields throughout it which just made it all the more magical. And, afterwards, as we were crossing the field again there were bats that flew overhead and warmed my cold heart.

[minoukatze]

These paints are so gorgeous! I picked up some handmade watercolors from Beam Paints and tested them out with a bird:) #watercolor #watercolorpainting #minipainting #bird #beampaints @beampaints #iridescent (at Bucks County, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqRmCi9ONgp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[alohakarma]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Gorgeous one of a kind handmade multi color silk scarf.

[stampwithtami]

Easter Lily Gift Set [Easter Lilies Series #5]

Crafting Elegance: A Handmade Gift Set Tutorial with a Touch of Light There's something inherently personal and touching about receiving a handmade gift. It's as if each fold, cut, and embellishment carries a piece of the creator's heart, thoughtfully molded into a tangible form. This sentiment is at the core of my latest creation—a handmade gift set that promises not just to dazzle but also to illuminate your loved one's day, quite literally. In addition to the Stampin' Up! Easter Lilies bundle, I used the Gorgeous Garden Dies with Vellum for the window. A Spark of Inspiration The journey into crafting this exquisite set began with the Stampin’ Up Easter Lilies stamp set and dies bundle. The allure of crafting something as delicate and symbolic as an Easter Lily, coupled with the innovative Square Pillowboxes, sparked a flame of creativity. The concept? A card that not only carries your heartfelt sentiments but if you add a tea light it casts a warm glow through the intricate 3D paper lilies adorning it. This isn't just a card; it's a beacon of warmth and affection, ideal for moments when words fall short. Versatility in Craft What strikes me most about this gift set is its versatile charm. Whether it's Easter, a tender sympathy message, a thoughtful pick-me-up, or a celebration of Mother’s Day, this creation resonates with the spirit of each occasion. The ability to adapt and fit seamlessly into these moments is what makes this gift set not just a card, but a keepsake. The Envelope: A Prelude to the Marvel Inside Choosing the right envelope is akin to selecting the perfect wrapping for a precious gift. For this creation, the slimline card finds its match in either a custom envelope—crafted to mirror the card's design with Designer Paper—or a standard business envelope, ensuring the first impression is as memorable as the message it conceals. PDF: Your Guide to Creation To bring this vision to life in your hands, I’ve laid out a roadmap in the form of step-by-step instructions, a handy template, precise measurements, and a comprehensive supply list. All of these resources are neatly compiled into a free PDF, designed to navigate you through the process of creating this illuminated marvel. Videos: A Visual Companion Understanding the intricacy of crafting 3D flowers and the myriad ways to bring them to life through color can be daunting. To ease this journey, I’ve shared two dedicated Easter Lilies videos. These visual guides are your companions, illuminating the path to creating those delicate lilies that are central to the card's charm. A Continuation of Creativity This project marks the 5th installment in my Easter Lilies Bundle Gift Set Series. It's a testament to the evolving nature of creativity and the endless possibilities that lie within the realm of paper crafting. Each installment is a step further into exploring the potential of simple materials to convey profound emotions and moments. Happy crafting! Tami INSTRUCTIONS & VIDEO TUTORIALS INSTRUCTIONS PDF ⬇ The instructions include measurements and step by step directions to create this card. There is also a clickable supply list.  DOWNLOAD PDF EASTER LILIES VIDEO ⬇ TRELLIS CARDS & EASTER LILIES VIDEO CLASS CIRCLE WREATH VIDEO CLASS On this video I demonstrate how to use the Watercolor Pencils with the Leaves. CIRCLE WREATH CARD CLASS SUPPLIES I USED ON THESE PROJECTS Click the thumbnail links to view and purchase in my Online Store. EASTER LILIES GIFT SET SERIES TUTORIALS EASTER LILIES GIFT SET #1 Click the thumbnails below for more free tutorials in my series. STAMPIN' UP! CATALOGS CURRENT SPECIALS PHOTOS This sentiment is at the core of my latest creation—a handmade gift set that promises not just to dazzle but also to illuminate your loved one's day, quite literally. The allure of crafting something as delicate and symbolic as an Easter Lily, coupled with the innovative Square Pillowboxes, sparked a flame of creativity. Add a tealight to this card and it glows The light from the tea light glows through the vellum. Whether it's Easter, a tender sympathy message, a thoughtful pick-me-up, or a celebration of Mother’s Day, this creation resonates with the spirit of each occasion.  To bring this vision to life in your hands, I’ve laid out a roadmap in the form of step-by-step instructions, a handy template, precise measurements, and a comprehensive supply list.  This project marks the 5th installment in my Easter Lilies Bundle Gift Set Series. It's a testament to the evolving nature of creativity and the endless possibilities that lie within the realm of paper crafting. A few more Square Pillow Boxes that I've created for this series. I have tutorials for all of the gift sets in this series above in the SERIES section. Want to save these ideas for later? Pin them to your favorite Pinterest board. Have you tried these designs? I love to see your creations! Be sure to share them on #shareyourcrafts post every Saturday on my Facebook Page    Read the full article

[whizwint]

Anime paintds flower

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[greyssustainable]

Svg font picker

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Today we're featuring over 25 of the best free SVG fonts around, as well as a selection of premium SVG fonts from Envato Elements. When you need premium SVG fonts, Envato Elements should be your first stop. The plugin will be using always the latest fontawesome-picker relase, as it is using now the external css and js files from the docs pages.SVG fonts are a cool addition to the world of fonts that can add new life to a tired design. Fix: The plugin stopped working because the project changed the repository name. new: added a footer with a link to the repository and the original author refactor: Cache parsed icon class list for better performance (requires local storage) Use rawgit CDN to deliver the extension js and css files at a locked project version (3.0.0) so breaking changes on master won't affect the plugin anymore. Fixes issues of the extension not loading You can even copy the sample HTML and also the icon Unicode character for using it in Word, Photoshop, etc (it requires the Font Awesome font installed in your computer). This extension allows to find and copy Font Awesome icons easily in your day-to-day. Font Awesome Icon Picker extension for Google Chrome Font Awesome Icon Picker is a fully customizable plugin for Twitter Bootstrap, with a powerful base API,

[vegasgreys]

Water colorcross

#Water colorcross plus

Looking for more inspiration with this beautiful stamp set? Search Pinterest for Fun Stampers Journey Color Cross for gorgeous inspiration created by FSJ crew and customers. Whether you lean towards cheerful watercolor, or crisp white and gold, the Color Cross stamp set is stunning for handmade Easter cards.

#Water colorcross plus

An embossed sentiment and Fashion Silver, plus a Whip Cream card base finished off each of these watercolor cards. While the panel was still wet I splattered some Sparkle Silk. As it began to dry, I painted some more layers of color until most of the panel was covered. I began loosely painting it onto the Watercolor Sheet, on top of the cross. Next, I mixed a few drops of Liquid Color with a few drops of water onto a palette. First, I embossed the cross in white onto a Color Splash Watercolor Sheet. Next up, I got COLORFUL! I had so much fun with this technique that I made a trio of cards. A simple background and a few Fashion Gold finished off this elegant card. To finish this card, I die cut some sprigs and leaves from Mirror Gold and Brush Gold cardstock, and stamped/embossed my sentiment in gold onto vellum. Then I popped it up on foam squares and adhered it to the die cut cross. I die cut the first cross, and then I detail cut just the center section of the second cross. I did want to add some dimension so first I stamped and embossed the cross two times onto Whip Cream cardstock. The Color Cross Stamp Set has a beautiful intricate design to it and it looks stunning with a variety of coloring techniques – but for this card, I kept it crisp and bright. And if you’ve been hanging out on the FSJ blog with me, you might remember that too many choices make me panic and plummet into a crafty funk! So today I narrowed it down and I have two cards to share with you, featuring the same stamp set. I’m getting started on some cards, and sometimes I can’t decide whether to go colorful, cute, elegant, clean and simple, layered – there are a lot of possibilities for Easter cards. Hello, crafty friends! It’s Laura Williams here on the blog today and I thought we could have a chat about Easter cards.

[theworkshopn4]

F A L L. F O R A G E Very excited to be exhibiting at the wonderful @dostudiogallery in The Netherlands! It’s my first non UK based exhibition. I’m showing 4 large paintings, two of which can be seen here, in this gorgeous gallery. D’O Studio is a Fine Art gallery showcasing artists who dare to re-connect with matter and who initiate change. FALL FORAGE is a three person group exhibition. I’m exhibiting alongside Mirjam Withaar (NL) and Jelena Vitorovic (RS). We are all makers who are inspired through traditional ways of working and find materials from the natural environment. I’m unfortunately not able to attend the PV but will hopefully visit at some point while it’s on show. The exhibition runs from 30 Set - 19 Nov. I’ll be sharing more photos from the show soon. #fallforage #dostudiogallery #lisamarieprice #artandnature #artisan #watercolor #handmadewatercolors #handmade #painting #earthpigments #natural #naturalpigments #abstractlandscape #aquarell (at D'O studio-gallery) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjIg9h1oO5Q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[craftdiscoveries]

Happy mail!

Picture 1: I ordered something better than chip board for my book making. It's a pre-cut book board called Davey Board. I can't wait to see the difference between the cheap stuff I've been using, which has mostly been the back of empty notepads one of my daughters saved from the office, and this. I'm thrilled it's already cut because that part is kind of struggle for me.

Picture 2: I'm so happy with the variety of paper I ordered from Dick Blick. I got a pack of 80 lb sulphite drawing paper, two types of watercolor paper, one 88 lbs, the other 90, and a big ol' pack of their 80 lb house brand drawing paper. That pink "18 ruler is there so you can get an idea of size. All of these can be used in my handmade books and journals. I can't wait to cut, fold, tear and sew.

Picture 3: We here at Craft Discoveries are huge fans of the Tim Holtz line. We buy the entire package whenever he releases a new color. All of his inks and dyes are so versatile and do different things. This is the latest color, Villainous Potion, which is a super gorgeous purple.

[lightswcrn]

He hated this day. She knew this, but... it didn't mean she couldn't do something nice for him. They could pretend that day didn't exist! It would just be a friendly gesture, even if her intentions weren't entirely platonic. But he didn't need to know that. Carefully, she placed down a red gift bag just in front of the castle door. Pink tissue paper poked out of the top, concealing the gifts inside of it. A little tag hung from the handle with his name on it, signed by her initials.

- R. A. S

Inside wasn't much, but it was clear how much care was put into it. A small stack of photos of two cats, a black fluffy one with blue-green eyes, and a more recognizable orange cat, we're the center of each one in breathtaking shots. Under the morning sun, on the window sill late at night, napping on an armchair, cuddled up next to each other.

A leather journal tied shut with course twine, with swirling floral details embossed on the front and spine. Finally, a separate envelope, containing a handmade card.

It was rather thick, made of watercolor paper, which made sense. It had been painted on the front using watercolor, beautifully detailed sunflowers and a clear sky... many love-filled hours had gone into it. "I know today isn't one of your favorites, it's normally not one of mine either. Most companies just use it for marketing and to sell bad chocolates. But you still deserve nice things. ♡" it read in the neatest hand writing she could do.

She really, really hoped he liked it.

(huehue)

deep down he knew he did not deserve them these gifts. still sitting there on his throne , sparrow's note right next to the paper origamis that were for him , resting his head into his hand. it came to a point where he just wanted to get up & move around - clear his mind , move it back to work - it was merely a day even if he appreciated the gifts -

but during his dwells through the castle , he stumbled upon a paper bag. a color that caught his eye - a gorgeous red & pink paper that filled the inside of it , something that was hard to look away from. who could this be for , surely not him !

. . . oh.

it had to be. after all , who else would she have known ? his eyes widened slightly , & his anchor was thumping hard - knowing those initials anywhere . . . it was like the room was closing in , & his hands were moving on their own , opening the bag & pulling out whatever was inside.

『 " riley . . . " 』

oh . . . oh - riley -

kitty pictures , belonging none other to the one & only . . . goodness - even just staring at them from within the frames does something to his emotions - something that has his hair swirl & his anchor feel . . . soft - so soft - how adorable they were !

& next to it was a beautiful leather book with flowers , tied with twine . . . he lifts it , staring at it & feeling the thick surface , his gaze softening as did his touch . . . he has . . . never had something like this before. at least not in the longest time. a journal . . . a real one.

riley . . . really put all her time into this ?

. . . carefully , he lifts the small note & oh the beautiful watercolors - did she draw this all by herself ? her hand for drawing was so . . . it was so . . . 『 " . . . . . . . . " 』 the amount of time & effort & . . . LOVE she put into all of this was stunning. genuinely - he did not know what to say . . . after reading her little note , trying to hold back a laugh at the bad chocolates part . . .

he sits there . . . in silence , holding the note close to his chest , & his anchor , face , entire body felt . . .

warm.

[muertawrites]

Aphrodite Kallipygos (Zuko x Plus Size Reader) [Modern AU]

Summary: Zuko takes up an art class as part of his therapy and ends up falling in love with a woman who’s a work of art in her own right.

Word Count: 3,500

Disclaimer: There’s a scene in this fic where a couple of thin girls engage in some rude behavior and are criticized in a few none-too-kind words. I want to make it very clear that this scene does not reflect my views of thin people or body positivity - these characters are meant to be a metaphor for greater culture and its strict, unrealistic views of what women should look like. 

Author’s Note: I hate rom coms but after writing this fic it dawned on me that I would be excellent at writing them. Also, this one goes out to all my art hoes out there. I geek out pretty hard about art history in this one. 

Speaking of which, I reference real-world cultures within the structure of the Avatar universe in this one as well. Something I like to do when I zone out is think about which actual countries would belong to which bending nations; my heritage is primarily from the British Isles, and what with liths like Stonehenge and the hella castles hanging around out there, I think we’d be earth benders - same with cultures like the ancient Egyptians and the Pueblos. I also love the idea of Pacific Islanders who can bend both water and lava, and Incan air benders, and I really wish the idea of global cultures as benders were explored more in the Avatar universe. 

Have I mentioned that I’m a massive fucking nerd?

~ Muerta

Zuko never considered himself much of a creative. When he thought about it, he realized that that part of his life had never really been explored; his father always pushed him to focus solely on his bending and combat skills, never allowing even the consideration of other practices or hobbies. As much as Zuko was passionate about the martial arts he'd mastered, he also came to learn that he never had a choice in being passionate about anything else. 

“I think you should take an art class,” his therapist suggested. “It would be a good outlet for you, and one that isn't directly influenced by your family.” 

“I don't think I've ever drawn anything, though,” Zuko admitted. “I wouldn't be any good.” 

“It's not about being good,” his therapist explained, “it's about exploring things that weren't available to you in your youth, freedom of expression. Consider it - there's a shop in this neighborhood that offers classes.” 

She handed him a business card adorned with an array of different art styles, from delicate watercolors to bright, bold cartoons; it read, “classes for everything” in a cheerful, clearface font.

Zuko shrugged and pocketed the card. A week later, he was enrolled in a basic studio art course. 

He arrived for his first class embarrassingly early, passing under the bell of the shop’s front door twenty minutes before it was scheduled to begin. 

The building that housed the shop looked to be older than the rest of the neighborhood around it; the storefront was tiny, with crowded shelves lining each wall and tables and racks wound throughout the center of the space, creating a maze that led to the checkout counter. The room’s ceilings were high, supported by beams in a dark stained wood that matched the floor below. Paper mache sculptures and handmade lanterns hung from the rafters, and the simple, antique plaster walls were decorated with paintings and sketches, likely given by the shop’s clientele. From somewhere in the back, a radio sang folk music, accompanied by the hum of an electric fan. 

Zuko wandered through the labyrinthine merchandise displays until he reached the register, where he was met with the single most beautiful sight he may have ever laid eyes on. 

You stood behind the counter, leaned over a textbook with a pencil in hand, tapping it back and forth over the pages; you bit your lip in concentration, a few strands of your hair falling loose from the messy knot atop your head and over your cheeks, though you were too focused on your reading to care. An apron bearing the shop’s logo was tied around your waist, emphasizing your body's dramatic curves. 

To Zuko, you were gorgeous. He couldn't place what exactly about you allured him; all he knew was that his pulse had quickened to a near dangerous pace. 

You looked up at him when you noticed you were no longer alone, flashing him a kind, somewhat distracted smile. He nodded curtly, too nervous to do anything but stare. 

“Can I help you?” you greeted him politely. 

He cleared his throat, his voice coming out a pitch higher than normal as he spoke. 

“I'm here for the art class,” he told you. 

You smirked a little, peering down to check the time on your phone. 

“It's a little early,” you said. “I was just about to start setting up. You could help me if you want? So you're not so bored while you wait?” 

“Yeah,” Zuko mumbled, “yeah, sure.” 

You grinned, waving him behind the counter and through a door to the back room. To his surprise, what he expected to be a minuscule stockroom turned out to be a space larger than the actual shop, lined on one wall with massive warehouse windows that poured late afternoon sunlight into the room. Metal shelves and boxes lay haphazardly about, mixed in with a scattering of easels, pottery spinners, canvases, and other art supplies. You directed your guest to a stack of chairs in the corner, instructing him to line them in a half circle in an empty portion of the room while you placed the easels. 

“So, do you have a name?” you asked, attempting to make conversation that could drown out the repetitive radio drone. 

“Zuko,” he introduced himself. 

You stopped what you were doing, fixing him with an awed, slightly amused gape. 

“Firelord Zuko?” you wondered. 

He blushed, nodding. 

“Oh spirits, I'm sorry I didn't bow!” you exclaimed, dropping into a low curtsy. The gesture was mixed with equal parts mirth and genuine respect; Zuko was unsure how to respond, his heart flickering as he watched you. 

“I heard you were living somewhere in the city,” you continued after making your own introduction, setting an easel in front of each chair he positioned. “Not into the whole royalty thing?” 

Zuko shrugged. He focused on his work, too nervous to look you in the eye. 

“Just weird going back there,” he told you. “I don't really want taxpayer money going to making sure I live above my means.” 

You leaned against the last chair he set down, smiling warmly at him. 

“That's very respectable,” you responded. “Thank you. Y’know, as someone who pays taxes.” 

Zuko chuckled softly as you handed him a bin of art supplies, instructing him to set one of each item at every station. He did as he was told, stealing glances at you whenever he was sure you weren’t looking. 

“So, uh… do you own this place?” he asked, fumbling over his words. 

“Oh, no, this is my professor’s shop,” you replied. “I just work here part time.” 

“You’re a student?” 

You shook your head. 

“Nope. Graduated last year. I work days at the history museum downtown. I also give art history classes here, and help out with the ones Professor Cong teaches.” 

“Oh.” 

Zuko paused, unsure of what else to say. 

“... They teach a different type of history just for art?” he asked after a moment. 

You laughed, covering your mouth to muffle the sound and apologizing, giving him a little nod as you collected yourself. 

“Yes. Some people even get whole degrees in it,” you giggled. “Not that it’s a useful field to learn anything about.” 

Zuko shrugged, trying to shake off the embarrassment of sounding stupid in front of such a cute girl; little did he know, you found the question beyond endearing. 

“It sounds important,” he contested. “I’ve been meeting historians from all over the world to correct all the propaganda from the past hundred years. It never occurred to me that I would need different historians for art.” 

You smiled at him, meeting him where he stood and handing him one of the sketch pads from your bin. His cheeks pinkened, his eyes darting away from yours as he took it and mumbled a “thank you”. 

“I like you, Firelord Zuko,” you decided aloud. “My classes are on Wednesdays. You can come if you want - free of charge.” 

Zuko nodded, swallowing heavily as he met your gaze once again. 

“Thank you,” he replied. “I appreciate it.” 

You laughed a little bit, taking his now empty bin and returning both to their place on a nearby shelf. The shop’s bell rang from beyond the threshold and you went back to the front counter, telling Zuko to take a spot wherever he liked. He sat in the front row; wherever he thought he could be closest to you. 

For the next five weeks, Zuko attended not only his studio art class, but your art history class, showing up early to each lesson so he could spend time alone with you. Despite the fact that you invited him to sit in, he paid the fee for the second course, not wanting you to go without the extra pay for your work - he found a doodle of a turtle duck on his seat the next time he showed up, the fuzzy little penciled duckling telling him he was a terrible listener, but thanking him anyway (with a heart scribbled in beside the words). 

With your guidance, Zuko learned that there was much more to art than just vibrant colors and pretty decoration. Everything in art, it turned out, had significance, each piece and work holding insight into the people and cultures who created it; you spoke passionately about the art of the Egyptians, who used specific shapes and colors in their imagery to tell stories beyond the written word, about the mysteries of prehistoric structures that revealed how early humanity was much more sophisticated and interconnected than considered at a glance, about the symbols that translated and influenced across centuries to shape how each nation, each culture, portrayed themselves into the modern world. He found himself hanging on every word, falling even more deeply enamored with you with each moment he spent with you. 

It didn’t take you long - what with the easy, pleasant conversations you shared before classes - to discover that Zuko lived relatively close to you, only two stops away on the local metro. Knowing this, you often saw each other on the days you weren't at the shop, meeting at the station between each of your respective neighborhoods and having coffee or dinner in one of its many cafes, talking about anything and everything and managing to pass several hours together in what seemed like the blink of an eye. You loved being with Zuko, finding the more you did it, the less you wanted your rendezvous to end; you thought about him all the time, getting all kinds of giddy whenever he crossed your mind. 

On one of your extracurricular excursions, you and Zuko wandered around the local high street, marveling at the different streetside vendors and dreamily window shopping behind the glass of the upscale boutiques, doing little more than enjoying each other’s company. It was a hot day, and along your way, Zuko stopped at a coffee stand to get you each something cold to drink. 

A pretty young woman in line in front of you eyed you up and down, her gaze flicking from between you and Zuko with disgust. She jabbed her slim, graceful elbow into her equally as flawless friend’s side, whispering something in the other woman’s ear as they both glared at you, sniggering cruelly behind flat stomachs and angular, willowy frames. 

You sneered at them, making a point of hooking your arm within Zuko’s and pressing your much wider hip against his, the poison of the encounter sinking into your skin and infecting your thoughts. Zuko noticed your change in demeanor immediately, steering you away from the scene as soon as your drinks were served. 

“You okay?” he asked, still holding tight to your arm. 

“Fine,” you quipped, biting back tears. “Just a couple of pretty bitches proving how fucking hideous they are on the inside.” 

“Wait, seriously?” 

Zuko halted, pulling you to the side of the street and out of the way of traffic. He lay a hand on your shoulder, the firm, able grasp of his palm somehow making you feel even worse. 

“Someone would really make fun of you?” he wondered, outraged and incredulous. “Why?” 

You shook your head, smiling defeatedly as your lower lip quivered. 

“People have made fun of me since I was a kid, Zu,” you told him, speaking as if he should’ve just assumed it. “I’m fat. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” 

“So?” Zuko replied. You were so shocked, you physically leaned away from him, raising your eyebrows. “Yeah, you’re fat. That doesn’t mean you’re not pretty. I… I think you’re really pretty. Gorgeous, even. You’re beautiful.” 

You blinked at him, taken aback. He gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, his eyes never once leaving yours. 

“... Did I break you?” he tried after a moment, sounding concerned that it was a genuine possibility. 

You laughed, shaking your head in feverish disbelief, attempting to clear the confusion that fogged your battered brain. 

“No, I just… Nobody’s ever called me pretty and fat before.” 

Zuko shrugged. 

“Both are true,” he told you. “I like your body. You look like one of those Greek sculptures. Of the goddesses.” 

You stared at him, searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty or patronization; all you found looking back at you was the clumsily genuine man you were quickly falling in love with. 

“... Have I ever told you about Aphrodite Kallipygos?” you asked. 

Zuko shook his head, as confused as you had been a few seconds ago. 

“She’s a statue of Venus,” you explained. “She’s got her dress raised up over her backside, and when they found her originally, she didn’t have her head; the guy who restored her sculpted it so that she was looking back at herself, admiring her body. There’s even a whole folktale about a pair of brothers who fell in love with two women because they had, like, beautifully fat asses and the town built a temple dedicated to Venus and her butt. The name literally translates to ‘Aphrodite of the Beautiful Buttocks’.” 

Zuko chuckled, raising the hand at your shoulder to cup your cheek. 

“See?” he said. “Men have worshiped thick, juicy butts since the dawn of time!” 

You laughed, your cheeks turning bright red as you buried your face in your hands, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his chest and further hide yourself. 

“Zuko, oh my god,” you breathed. “Promise me you’ll never say that out loud in a public setting ever again, please. You’re the fucking Firelord for Tui’s sake.” 

Zuko chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and hugging you tightly. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, still grinning. “Made you feel better, though.” 

You pulled away from him, affectionately punching him in the shoulder. He laughed, gasping at you in mock reproach before pressing a finger into your side, shocking you with a burst of static electricity; you cackled as you jumped away, sticking your tongue out at him. 

Zuko felt a rush of lightheadedness as he watched you, savoring the sound of your laugh and the radiance of your smile. It was then he realized he was in love with you. 

The next studio art class focused on model drawing - more specifically, a nude model. Zuko, having been raised in what was arguably the most reserved family in the world, was nervous about the idea of having to sit in front of a stranger for an hour, not only staring at their naked body, but immortalizing it in graphite on a page. 

He was mortified when he arrived at the class and found you sitting in the corner, wrapped in nothing but a silk dressing gown. 

As you climbed the platform you were meant to model on, your limbs rattled. You began to question your sanity, wondering what you thought you were doing offering to pose for the class, what kind of statement you thought it would make. You faced enough judgement from others about your weight with your clothes on - what the hell did you think they would do when you stood before them completely naked, every bump and crevice on full display for them to gawk at and criticize?

You glanced to the side at Professor Cong, seeking some sort of assurance or comfort from him; he, being the seasoned professional in his mid-sixties that he was, sat reclined in a chair in his Hawaiian shirt and flip flops, scrolling totally undisturbed through Pinterest on his phone. Honestly, you expected no less - his obtuse reactions in the face of the awkward and uncomfortable were basically a superpower. 

Taking a deep breath, you untied the knot holding your dressing gown together and let it fall, slipping gracefully from your shoulders and to the floor. You assumed a comfortable, classic pose, purposely facing yourself away from the man whose eyes you could feel searing into your back. 

Zuko’s breath hitched as he watched you undress. Though he only saw the full of your body for a moment, he was captivated. The swell of your breasts and curve of your stomach sent him into a dizzy spell, his mouth going dry and his skin heating with a noticeable flush. The rolls of your back, the ripples and divots along your thighs and rump, the stripes etched into your skin like the veins through a granite block, he drank in every part of you, moulding every detail with a focused hand as he sketched. He made note every scar and beauty mark. Once or twice, his mind drifted towards the salacious, imagining how your body would feel beneath his, soft and supple, releasing exalted breaths and enraptured moans, your nails dragging down his back as he drove you closer and closer to infinity… 

He inhaled sharply, snapping himself back to his work. You were Venus, Minerva, Diana - a goddess among men. He would gladly spend the rest of his life worshiping you. 

The moment the class ended, you gathered your dressing gown and made a beeline for the employee bathroom, getting back into your clothes as quickly as you could physically manage. The experience of nude modeling wasn’t nearly as harrowing as you expected it to be; you actually found it kind of freeing, being able to show yourself to a room full of other people and come out of it unscathed, in fact feeling quite beautiful - what had you nervous was the fact that you’d have to face Zuko immediately after the fact, seeing as you took the train home together after classes. His was the only opinion you cared about, and you wanted nothing more than to convince yourself that he hadn’t judged you as harshly as the self-hatred brainwashed into you made you believe. 

When you emerged from the bathroom, Professor Cong stood in front of one of the empty easels in the back, smirking at the drawing the student had left there. 

“Your boyfriend left you his piece,” he teased. 

You blushed, glaring at him as you approached and snatched the sketch from his hands. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you tried in vain to defend yourself. 

Professor Cong just chuckled. 

“I’ll believe that when I see evidence to the contrary,” he replied. 

You looked down at the paper in your hand and felt the breath drain from your lungs, your heart and stomach soaring into your throat. 

Zuko had drawn you in the image of Venus, your body draped in gossamer fabric and your head turned over your shoulder, eyes cast downward and lips slightly parted in a blissful, ethereal expression. In the corner of the page, he’d written “Aphrodite Kallipygos” in his sweeping handsome script, beneath which was his signature and the date. You’d never once seen yourself look so beautiful, let alone in the eyes of someone you loved so fiercely. 

You swallowed hard, rolling the drawing and securing it with a hair tie from your bag before exiting the shop through the back, knowing Zuko would be in the alley waiting for you. 

“Hey,” he greeted you when you appeared through the storeroom door. “Are you okay? You looked really ner-” 

You interrupted him by throwing your arms around his neck, slamming your lips into his in a desirous kiss. It took him less than a second to recover himself from the shock of the action and curl his arms around your waist, pressing his body against yours and lifting you every so slightly off the ground, kissing you just as hard as you kissed him. When you parted, you were breathless, your cheeks fiery red and your lips swollen the color of vermilion. Zuko smiled at you, one side of his mouth curling up slightly higher than the other. 

“So you liked it?” he asked. 

You laughed, nodding. 

“Zuko, I loved it,” you gasped. “I love you. I think I loved you as soon as I met you but that sort of thing is really cliche and stupid to admit.” 

Zuko chuckled, raising his hand to your cheek and kissing you again, his lips soft and tender this time around. You sighed happily into his mouth, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the feeling of his body sharing the same space as yours. 

“I think I loved you the moment I met you, too,” Zuko confessed, his nose grazing against yours as he pulled away. “But you’re right. That sort of thing is really stupid and cliche.” 

You giggled, tugging gently on the collar of his jacket. 

“Come on,” you prompted him. “Let’s go back to my apartment. You’ve already seen me naked; we need to make it even.” 

Zuko laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you out of the alley, his side pressed firmly against yours. 

“Fair,” he agreed. “But if you want me to pose for any art, you’ll have to sign some paperwork. I’m still Firelord, you know.” 

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[journalgirl]

I have never angsted about a journal size like this in my life

If I can’t come and post about issues I’m dealing with about journal sizes here, where can I go?

I’ve been working in an A5 sized book since December, the blue one up there with the whale on the cover — a cute and good purchase from Notebook Therapy. But when I found out I could get a B4 sized one from Archer & Olive, I was ecstatic. I’ve always loved working in composition book sized journals, and make most of mine to be that size when creating handmade journals. So I ordered one — I’m about 15 pages from the end of my current book, but figured I could still add to it while working in the new one.

With bated breath, I awaited my delivery. Refreshed the tracking. The arrival of my package was going to lift my spirits after days of feeling sick from my first shot. When it arrived, I cut it open and took out that beautiful white box you see on IG and FB ads (well, on my ads). Pulled the book from the box and ran my hands over the cover. It’s gorgeous.

There are pages in my current book that I wished I’d had more room for. So getting the larger one has been a thought in my head for weeks.

But then, I saw my current book out of the corner of my eye, and a wave of sadness washed over me. I love my book. The pages are full of so much. Writing and drawings and collages. It called to me like the toys from Toy Story when Andy was talking about donating them.

I’ve worked on a few pages in the new one and was like, I have to fill this whole page? Like, there’s so much room? Maybe I should go back to the old one? But then I’ll be switching to this one at the end?

Here’s the thing — I don’t have to fill the entire page. I can draw in the middle and leave the rest blank. I can make fun layouts and have lots of white space (I like white space. Look at the blog LOL). The paper quality is amazing, buckling less under watercolors than the Notebook Therapy one. And I found a cute book cover at the knockoff Daiso in town to keep it clean — I do tend to spill water on the rolling table, and today at the park, the ground was damp-ish under the blanket and made the bottom cold. Spent this much on it, gotta keep it nice!

With all the stuff on my mind, it’s kinda fun to focus on the little things.

This is still a developing story. Come back for updates on the 10pm news.

love,

samie