#and THEN the colors. and THEN the rendering. and THEN the lighting

[melancholymetropolis]

“Did you know?” Stack asked, staring Mary directly in the eye.

“Know what?” Mary snapped back at him. 

“About Y/N and her daughter,” Stack clarified. 

He was scarily calm. It was one of the only times anyone had ever seen him that way. Even when Mary raised her voice at him and shamed him for leaving. His expression was melancholic and somber. He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t crack a joke. Didn’t even bat an eye when Mary came hooting and hollering into the juke. For the first time in a long time, Stack was silent. His mind was whirling into oblivion. Thoughts rendering him mute and unapproachable. He had tried to put on a brave face and keep his usual smiley demeanor. But it was only a shadow of who he once was. A mask to hide behind his true self. Or, more like a new self. 

A father?

Mary visibly stiffened and gripped the front of her dress. Bracing herself for his reaction. “Yes, I did.”

Stack shook his head and turned to walk away. 

“Wait! Just let me—” Someone immediately cut between them, delaying her pursuit of him. 

It was two lovers, swirling along with the music. Completely mindless to everything and everyone around them. Mary gazed upon them. Taking in their brown skin in the low light and bright, white smiles. She, also, had inner turmoil plaguing her soul. As much as she loved Stack, she knew it was forbidden. Not because of their skin color, but because of their history. Being raised together, alongside Anne and Y/N. She knew the twins were very protective of them— their families were burned at the stake for practicing witchcraft. The four of them were orphans, something they all bonded over. Something Mary couldn’t fathom, since she had her mother. She hated the way the twins looked at them— starry-eyed and full of hope. Knowing that if they wanted to settle down someday, it would be them they would choose. Leaving her out of the union completely. 

She would be left alone, possibly forever. 

When Mary finally caught up to Stack, she saw him heading straight to Annie. His head was bowed, and his fists were clenched at his sides. Almost like a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs. He whispered something to her behind the counter, which prompted her to nod and gesture for Grace to take over. The two sauntered from the bar and into a back room. 

Something that Smoke immediately caught and silently questioned. 

“You know what I’m gonna ask you,” Stack said silently, almost in a whisper. As if he were too ashamed or terrified to say it aloud. It would make the situation that much more real. Make his absence that much more painful.

“About Madeline?” She raised an eyebrow, studying his face closely. 

He tried not to let the look of astonishment cross his face, but failed. Stack had finally learned the little girl’s name after hours of pondering. He was happy with the choice. Y/N had named her after her mother. A fearless woman, tougher than any man he’d come across. 

She was a seer. Could predict the future mere days before it would happen. Sometime,s even weeks before, depending on the gravity of the case. She had seen her own death in her dream, days before it happened. Saw the white hoods and chains behind her closed eyes. Felt the heat and pain of the fire against her skin. She was only given two days before the Klan came knocking on her door and used every second of it. She wrote down all her spells in the family grimoire, kept notes about her apothecary by her bedside, and a letter for her daughter on where to go when everything was done. 

Madeline didn’t utter a sound when she was being burned. She simply closed her eyes and pictured her daughter’s smile while the flames consumed her. 

At least that was what she told Y/N in a dream.

Stack nodded, unable to trust his words.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t need me to tell you that she’s your baby,” Annie replied, hands resting on her hips. “Your eyes work just as good as mine.”

He released a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wish she had told me. Things could’ve been different.” 

“Before or after you started robbing trains with your brother,” she chided with a scowl.

“Anne, please,” Stack begged. “Can we not do this now?”

“We have to. Whether you like it or not,” she chastised, stepping closer to him. “You cannot come back here after seven years and think you have the right to anything. Leave Y/N out of your mess. She has moved on. I think you should do the same.”

“But, Madeline—”

“You may have fathered that child, but she already has a daddy,” Annie interjected. “She does not know you, Elias.”

He thought back to Madeline and her chubby brown face. How she looked at him with such disdain and irritation. She was so protective of her mother, but smart enough not to challenge him too much. So, she asked permission before heading over to get someone who could handle him. Her daddy. Someone who wasn't him.

“And who would that be?” He asked, after a moment of silence.

“I already told you to leave her—”

“Annie, please!” The desperation in his voice was something she had never heard. 

Desperate and Stack never went together. He would always find a way to get what he wanted, however he wanted it. He wasn't above cheating, stealing, or lying. He'd rather be a criminal than be without his desires. But, he couldn't do that with Y/N. She wasn't the type to be pleased by it. Her calm spirit healed him in ways he didn’t he couldn't comprehend. Seeing her was the true homecoming. She had gotten even more beautiful with age. Still tall, thick with ass for days. But she had an air that was unrecognizable. An elegance that wasn't there before. Motherhood looked good on her.

“Please, what?” Smoke asked from the doorway. 

Stack groaned loudly and clenched his jaw. “We'll be out in a minute.”

“Sure you will,” Smoke closed the door behind him. “But not after you tell me what got your head all screwed up. I'm guessing it has to do with Y/N, since you only ever bother Annie about her.”

“Leave it alone, Smoke,” Stack warned. “This doesn't concern you.”

“See, I think it does,” Smoke replied, closing the distance between them. “You're holed up in a storage closet, begging Annie for information rather than watching the door like I told you to.”

“Let him be,” Annie interjected. “He has a good reason.”

“And what would that be?” Smoke cocked an eyebrow. 

Annie gave him a wary look, before turning to Stack. The weight in her gaze made the man sigh heavily and shake his head. He couldn't lie to his brother, even if he wanted to. (Too much history and nonsense)

“Sh-she was. . . She had. . . uh. . . “ Stack stammered.

“Spit it out, fool,” Smoke shot back.

“You're an uncle, baby,” Annie nearly whispered.

Smoke's entire body went frigid, and his expression softened completely. His eyes searched Annie's for any deception or mischievous intent. But there was none. She was telling the truth; he could feel it. His heart swelled as the words sank in. A mixture of sorrow and excitement. He still mourned the loss of his baby, but the idea of being an uncle made him giddy. It had been forever since there was a baby in their immediate family. Even longer for Annie's side. A child was a blessing, a truth Smoke knew all too well.

“I'm guessing you didn't know?” Smoke questioned.

“Of course I didn't!” Stack replied. “It would've changed everything.”

“It sure would've,” Smoke agreed.

A silence fell amongst them, uncomfortable and humid. Memories started to resurface. For Annie, it was the night her baby went with the ancestors. She was born sleeping, the sweet girl. Her sweet face made a thousand cuts on her parents' souls. They would never forget the shade of blue. For Smoke, it was the weeks after. The way Annie buried herself in her work and slowly shut him out. The way she could hardly look at him without crying. Without apologizing. For Stack, it was when Y/N found out about Marie. Her calm nature was fighting against the rage pooling in her heart. She screamed at him, so viscous and raw, to leave her alone. Never come back. I don't want to see you again. Like the idiot he was, Stack went running right back to Marie.

Smoke's eyes found Annie's. “How is she? Y/N, I mean. And the baby?”

“Happier than ever,” a smile fell on her lips. “William takes good care of them.”

Stack jerked back as if someone had struck him. But he didn’t say anything. “William? Bo's little brother? Bill?”

A soft smile fell on Smoke's face as he took in the information. He was glad it was Bill who stepped in to raise his niece. William had a kindness that couldn't be faked. He was genuinely loving and nurturing. Smoke watched him nurse a dove back to health after its wing broke. He fed the stray cats in the alley when they were younger. And when he was a baker's apprentice, Bill made sure to give them extra goodies on the sly. A donut, a bagel, or even a loaf of bread. 

Smoke knew back then that Bill was in love with Y/N. The smile he wore while looking at her was raw and authentic. He would die for her. Kill for her. Do anything she'd ever ask without hesitation. Silently, Smoke wished Y/N had never gotten tied up with Stack. She was too good for him. Loving, selfless, and empathetic. Everything Stack wasn't. Everything he'd attempt to steal from himself— he was greedy in that way. The worst part was that he didn't notice it. Wasn't conscious of his exploitative ways. Something that infuriated Smoke to no end. Everyone knew Mary was his first love. The sole owner of his heart. Except for Stack. Which was why he tried chasing Y/N. A weak attempt to run away from his confusing love for the girl. Sure, he had feelings for Y/N. But they weren’t as deep. More surface-level, possessive. Almost like, “that pretty thing is mine and no one else's”. It made Smoke sad to think about. No one deserved to be caged up in that way. She deserved to be free. Free to see the past is brother and see the good that was waiting for her. See the handsome baker willing to climb mountains and cross valleys for her. Someone who would rather harm themselves than break her heart. Someone who would risk it all. Just how he would for Annie. 

"Good for her," Smoke said, before leaving the room.

He made a mental note to stop by the bakery to see her the next day and hopefully see his niece.

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a/n: you know I had to post something this weekend!!! come on now. i appreciate the love y'all pour me every day. i didn't think anyone would want such an original story. y'all proved me wrong.

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[tndrfvr]

Leon's hair color.

I don't fully understand why this is a mystery to some people, but it somehow is. Still, I want to talk about it because there's a point to be made regarding 3d and color, and I will only touch this once. Leon is a 3d character made for games and CGI animations. He's not a real person with real, actual hair. 3d tries to imitate real life, but it's absolutely not the same. We should compare him with other characters. Hair colors don't exist solely in a vacuum. They are inserted into a context, and our brains adapt to the context, optical illusions happen because of that. In 3d, many things can influence the resulting color on your screen. That's why I believe comparing his hair with the rest of the characters is effective. These characters are being rendered together, in the same light, same rendering technique, with the same possible color filter over them. If you look at a screenshot of a character with a blasting hot, warm light and a filter, it will skew your perception. That's why having other characters will give you a valuable reference point. You know what black hair is, you know what blonde hair is, so that helps put it into perspective. If he's not sharing a scene with both characters, we can draw comparisons to other characters. If character 1 is blonde and character 2 is brunette, even if Leon isn't standing by 1, if you compare him to 2, you have a reference point, then you compare 2 to 1 and draw your own conclusions.

So if we compare him to every other character of the game or cgi movie he's in, Leon's always in the middle of black and blonde, which is... brown. It's even clearer how brown his hair is when he's next to a blonde character. While he does have a lighter brown than other characters, it's still brown. If anything, ripping the 3d models and looking at their base textures will tell you the base color the artist planned for him. Which from all the models I've seen, it's brown, but if you want to argue for a dark blonde in some specific cases, I'll still disagree, but it's your free will. You want to headcanon him as blonde, you do you. But if you want to argue he's canon blonde, you better have a really solid argument. And yeah, I know I made a post about the technical part behind Re4make, but I'll still include this:

His hair, even in the most blonde looking game of all time, still has a considerably darker shade than Ashley's. There's a video of the models testing the hair physics rendering time in the RE engine, and look how darker his hair is compared to Ashley's. I also ripped the models from the game and put them side by side:

Look me in the eye and tell me this isn't brown. All that said... Capcom doesn't care, look at all the colors Claire had, or how Chris mutated his eye color every now and then. Capcom isn't the best when it comes to consistency, but it's still funny seeing how they make his hair brown in almost every single game and movie, but one singular game convinced the entire fandom he's blonde (I admit RE6 had an influence too). From his concept art to DI, he always had brown hair. If Capcom planned for him to be blonde, they really failed when they released a movie months after Re4make with his hair back to brown. But listen, I know, it's Capcom. They'll retcon Leon's hair to blonde if they really want to. They really liked hair strands, so there's a high chance they'll come back with the same shading issue in RE. But don't you dare tell me he was always blonde. A retcon is still a retcon.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Fan translation only. Accuracy not 100%. Please expect grammatical errors. Creative liberties are taken. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere, claim them as your own, or use them without my permission. Thank you for your support! ☾.

Today, the unspeakably cruel devil in white swore eternity to me.

After the ceremony, he carried me back to the room.

Then Darius lowered me onto the bed and looked me over from head to toe.

Darius: This is the second time I’ve seen you in a white dress.

Darius: I didn’t give it much thought back then, but white looks great on you.

Kate: Haha….thanks. It looks great on you too, Darius.

Darius: Yes, thank you.

He softly sits down beside me, and with a gentle smile he squeezes both of my hands.

The honey-colored eyes staring at me are filled with love, his touch is tender and his expression is cheerful.

There he was, showing his sweet side only to me.

His "back then" mention reminds me of the day I wore a white dress, so I teasingly ask.

Kate: You said there was no such thing as true love, do you still feel the same now?

His eyes widened for a moment before looking down.

Darius: ….When it comes down to it, things like true love, eternal vows, and invariable feelings aren’t tangible.

Darius: If you’re asking if I really believe in them, I’m still skeptical.

Darius: But….maybe I do believe in it more now than I did before.

Our hands are squeezed tightly together.

Darius: I think you’re aware of this, but my views won’t change.

Darius: I don’t care for people a part from you, and I remain incredulous of them.

Darius: No matter where I go, humans are all the same.

Our fingers intertwined, our hands tightly pressed together.

Darius: But I do trust in the love that comes from you as a human.

He stares at me in silence for a few seconds before he speaks.

Darius: I….I lo—

Darius appears to be omitting a verb, which the MC is likely able to pick up on. This makes the sentence ambiguous, and allows for any rendering. To me, he is struggling to tell her that he loves her, so I will translate the line as above. However, the line I’ve translated will likely be different from the official translation.

I quickly released our hands and covered Darius’ mouth which surprised him.

Kate: ….It’s okay, I get it.

I took his hand again and placed it over my heart.

Kate: I’ll say it for you, so just leave it to me.

He pouted his lips in dissatisfaction when I assured him with a smile.

Darius: Then what should I do when I really want to say it?

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen that sulky look.

But each time I see it, I find it endearing and that’s proof of our unchanging love.

Kate: Let’s see…..

While smiling and poking his lips with my finger, an idea struck me, so I brought my lips closer.

Kate: When you want to say it, just tell me with a kiss.

Darius: Hehe….okay. Then you can communicate it with words.

He pushes me down on the bed and his lips inch closer.

Kate: Mmn……I love you.

After a light kiss, I express his feelings for him.

Darius: That’s right, and what about this one?

Kate: Mmmn…….I love you so much.

The second kiss lasts longer and as soon as our lips part, I murmur my reply.

Darius: Right again. So, what about this last one?

Kate: Mmn….Haaa…..Hehe, I love you more than anything.

Kate’s lines after each kiss goes like this: Kiss 1 - suki, Kiss 2 - daisuki, Kiss 3 - aishitemasu. Lit. each can be translated as “I love you,” or "I love you a lot," but the nuance of how much each "I love you" weighs is lost in translation. So, I took the liberty of adding additional verbiage to each line. EN may simply translate each line as “I love you,” or they might do something similar to me.

The third kiss was a heated one with our tongues entangled with the others.

As I laughed at the fervent kiss, Darius laughed as well.

Kate: So, did I manage to say everything you’re feeling?

Darius: Yes, full marks. You understand me completely.

Kate: After spending so much time together, I can at least know how you feel.

Smiling as he kisses my cheek, I continue.

Kate: Like when you’re in a bad mood, when you’re happy, or when you’re being loving.

Kate: You’re pretty easy to understand. It’s written all over your face.

Darius: Aren’t you easier to understand? Your foolish honesty is scrawled all over your face.

Kate: …..You called me a foolish.

Darius: Yes, you are foolish. You’re a laughably frank, meddlesome, silly person.

Strangely, I was convinced that this happy time, in a space where our idle conversations and echoing laughter are undisturbed, would continue tomorrow and the day after that.

After laughing for a while, he flopped down next to me and wrapped his arm around my back.

Snuggled up, I put my head to his chest and listened to his heart beat.

Kate: Hey, Darius.

Darius: Mm?

I raised my head and saw him gazing lovingly at me with a smile.

Kate: We’re a real family now.

He frowned at my comment as if he were on the verge of tears, and then smiled.

Darius: …..That’s right. In both name and in reality, you’re my family.

Darius: My one and only family.

He buried his face in my shoulder and hugged me tightly.

His body wasn’t trembling because of crying, but I knew what he was feeling, and I hugged him back tightly.

Darius: I’ve said it many times before. I don’t need anyone else but you and the curse, but I don’t even know how to love you.

Kate: You're enough for me. But I believe you do know how to love me.

He slowly looked up and our eyes met.

Kate: I’m happy to be here because you love me, so don’t worry.

I’m sure he what he means is something that might happen in the future someday.

He doesn't particularly want it to happen, but somewhere in his heart he fears the future that might occur.

Even so—

Kate: No matter what the future holds, we’ll be fine Darius.

Kate: Because our love will not change, until we die.

Darius’ lips came closer, his eyebrows lowered with a tender smile reaching all the to the corners of his eyes.

As the arm around my back unfasten the laces of my corset, I closed my eyes and thought about our sweet first wedding night.

Darius: I’ll believe you, if you say so.

An unchanging love was there.

Fin.

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[beelze0-0]

hiya :DD

im a really big fan of your art its so yummy

if you dont mind me asking id be rly interested to know a bit abt ur process when u make ur pieces

thx hope u have a good day ^_^

Hi ! Thank you for your comment 💚

I start with a basic thumbnail with the layout for the scene, then I clean up the sketch a bit, then block in some basic colors with the lighting I want. After that it's just rendering and color and value adjustments. It definitely helps to turn your image to grayscale to see if you have enough variation in your value, and to determine what part of your image you want the focus to be on and to put more detail into that part.

[dimeadozencows]

You know it's over for you when you can draw a whole page of only one character

[plagueislost]

trying new coloring methods. 0/10 do NOT recommend, but hey at least i got something kinda okay out of it

[reumv]

Comfort

[ping-ski]

i got a few asks on what my process looks like, how i do a specific thing, brushes/program etc... so um take this speedpaint for now bcuz i dont have much free time for a proper explanation rn (sorry for the quality ack)

elapsed time: 7 hr 18 mins (between work + audhd lol)

[elzorton]

Haven't uploaded in a while, here's our fave bard to make up for it

[forgetfulmachineart]

[ID: A mostly cool colored, digital three page comic of teen Gojo Satoru talking to young Tsumiki Fushiguro. Page one: Gojo makes a sandwich for Tsumiki who's leaning on the kitchen island. Tsumiki says "Thanks for the snacks, dad" and Gojo responds "No problem, Tsumi." In the next panel Gojo complains "Man... I wish Megumi didn't hate me so much. At least you call me dad..." Tsumiki comments "Megumi does that too, though?" In the third panel, Gojo activates his Six Eyes like a flashlight and yells "When!? Where!? Do you have it on camera!?" to a surprised Tsumiki. Page two: Tsumiki thinks about the various times Megumi has called Gojo 'dad,' including when Gojo gave them a bad hair cut, when the divine dogs bit Gojo, when Gojo made soup, and lastly when Megumi asked Tsumiki to ask Gojo to make snacks which is all represented in blue tinted drawings. In the last panel she has a devious smile and is labeled "8 yr old who just realized how funny she can be" Page three: Tsumiki cheerfully says to a gleeful Gojo "In your dreams!" The second panel shows them zoomed out with a lighting strike going through Gojo's shattered heart while Tsumiki has a cat like smile. In the third panel with a light orange background, Tsumiki is smiling while Megumi comes up behind her and asks "Why's dad crying?" /End ID]

Before this happened

Edit: It has kindly been brought to my attention that Tsumi means sin in Japanese I'm so sorry Tsumiki I should've taken five seconds to check I just wanted matching nicknames with Gumi 😭

[whimstories]

I colored it! 🥹🥳 I'm learning color! 😭🥳

[xxplastic-cubexx]

theyre insufferable

[numbuh424]

TW // Blood

Lawlight Week Day 5 - "Sharing Food / Cannibalism"

[requinum]

[shorelinnes]

hyunjin as haku: redraw [ original ] + background sketch

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

A little practice drawing! Love these two 💛🖤