#confident in lines and shapes and poses and movement

[artbysarf]

2024 vs 2021

[clumsypuppy]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[moonchildstyles]

bardot

y/n is an aspiring model, and harry just might be the person that could help her

wordcount: 12.5k+

this is a patreon exclusive, with every part after this one only available on my page!

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A chill touched the base of (Y/N)'s spine as she padded over the cracked tiles lining her kitchen floor. It was enough of a disturbance to cause a pinch in her brows, though she still couldn't manage to peel her eyes open more than a crack. If not for the fact that she had to run a couple of errands before her shift tonight, she wouldn't even be awake at the moment. 

Working through that fatigue, she rubbed her eyes as she reached for the box of Cheerios on the top of her fridge. Her movements were lethargic as she made her breakfast, taking her time as she attempted to wake up despite the late night she'd had, closing the restaurant. Before sitting down with her cereal, she made a point to draw open her curtains, allowing bright beams of sunlight to filter through her apartment, a tactic she opened would wake her up. 

Feeling the warmth on her skin, her tired eyes fluttering against the bright light, it was all something she was still getting used to. The California sun was still so novel to her compared to the weather she'd grown up with back home. Though she missed the multitude of sweaters she'd left behind at her parents' home, she would trade those knits to get this kind of sunlight any day. 

(Y/N) pulled in a deep breath, imagining the specks of sunlight bumbling through her lungs. It didn't feel so bad then to sit down with her breakfast, a selection of new, glossy magazines sitting in the middle of her coffee table—a gift from herself after getting through her shift the night before.

Spooning a bite to her mouth, she picked up the first magazine with VOGUE stamped across the top. The cover held a glimmering photograph of a woman draped in a brightly colored dress, her hair teased high, and the kind of makeup (Y/N) had attempted to achieve in her bathroom mirror—though it never turned out as clean. The headlines had printings about the best summer pieces to have to get that "California Style", along with spreads about the new "Paris Chic" and the best eye makeup for your eye color. 

This was her morning news. Everything she wanted to know was between the glossy pages, every photograph a part of her morning routine. Flicking through, (Y/N) admired the models printed on the pages, each of them exceptionally beautiful and holding a kind of poise she wondered also ran through their real lives. 

Did Jean Shrimpton always look that perfect? Was Donyale Luna even able to leave the house without someone stopping her for just a momentary look at her cheekbones? Did any of these women ever admire themselves on the page the way (Y/N) did?

Though she skimmed the articles as she went, she no doubt had eyes for the photos themselves. If she squinted hard enough, she could almost see herself instead of the leggy body on the page. 

After finishing off her cereal, she flipped the page just as she began to rise to tow her dishes to the sink, though the ad on page had her lagging for just a moment. 

Corseted into an hourglass shape, complete with a puffy bunny tail and a set of ears on her head, was a woman with blonde hair teased high holding a silver serving tray. Black stockings molded around her legs, showing off the curves like the smile on her lips. Beneath her was a bold black font, detailing the opening of a new club in Los Angeles. 

Playboy. 

(Y/N) was familiar with the branding and the general idea behind the company, but it wasn't something she gave more than a passing thought most of the time. It was never something that really appealed to her, piquing nothing more than her curiosity over how many models—well known and hidden, alike—had been able to feel that kind of confidence to be able to pose the way they did. While she'd never seen anything for herself, there was always the talk about the centerfolds of the magazines, and what exactly was sandwiched between the pages.

It was definitely a departure from the kinds of modeling she had pictured for herself when she made the move out to the west coast in the first place, but she wondered, while looking at the corseted woman, what it could feel like to be in that spot. Would the confidence come naturally? Would the perfect posture and the perfect smile come on instinct, or were those women directed and directed until they were what the men around her told her would sell? 

She couldn't be sure, the idea being too much for her to figure out since she hadn't even been on a set herself yet. She didn't know what it would be like to have a real photographer put their camera in her face normally, let alone with only the smallest amount of clothing on her body. 

Casting one more glance at the page, she rose from her spot on the couch to take her dishes to the sink. With the corseted woman out of sight and out of mind, (Y/N) was instead distracted by the calendar pinned to the wall beside her sink. Today's slot was marked with all of the day's errands as well as her shift time, though she was distracted by the following day.

There wasn't anything particularly special marking the space, but it would commemorate the six month anniversary of her official move to California. 

If she thought too hard about it, she would focus on the lack of auditions she'd been on after the move, the zero number of scouts that had seen her on the street and begged her to join their agency, the amount of times she wondered if she had actually made the right decision when she asked her parents to help her pack up and move across the country. 

Instead, she reminded herself of the same thing she always did when all of the change had become overwhelming: just because it hasn't happened for her yet, doesn't mean it never will. 

She was an optimist at heart, and she would continue to be optimistic about her future in this city. One day she would be plastered on a billboard, or showcasing a new Maybelline mascara with her eyes fluttering in a commercial. She could even find her way to Vogue someday. 

For all she knew, today could be the start of her big break.

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"Thank you for covering, Gabby!" 

As soon as (Y/N) stepped out into the makeshift break room in the alley behind the restaurant for her lunch break, the bubbly smile on her lips fell. Closing shifts always took the breath out of her, especially during the dinner rush on Friday nights like this. 

These thirty minutes away, hiding in the back alley at one of the small tables set up in lieu of a proper break room, was precious to her. Despite just how loud the restaurant was, the sound overspilling into the alley, the space was just removed enough to help her brain quiet down for the time being. As much as (Y/N) loved the way her body looked and the way her legs seemed to stretch on for miles when she slipped on high heels, there would never be anything that could rival the relieved feeling that came with slipping them off for even just a few minutes during this time away. 

Leaving her feet only loosely in her shoes, she didn't waste any more of her break time, pulling out her packed sandwich and the bottle of apple juice she brought for her dinner. She had tucked a small magazine into her purse, but the thought of adding anything extra to her head at the moment wasn't appealing. Instead, she listened to the overflow of conversation from the server's station just by the swinging door of the alley as if it were a program from her television set.

Just as usual, she heard some of her coworkers debating over if there were any familiar faces seated in the dining room for the night. It wasn't unusual for famous patrons to take a seat for dinner with them, though (Y/N) highly doubted Elizabeth Taylor was currently at the bar, but the debate of whether or not one of the waiters should approach her and ask if he could be in her next movie (or next husband) was enough to bring a smile to her face between her bites of dinner. 

By the time she emptied her bottle of apple juice and had her lunch reduced to a few crumbs, the server's station had been cleared out with the only noise of the kitchen filtering out to the alley and keeping her comfortable. Just as she moved to pack everything away, her ears perked at the sound of quick footsteps heading outside to join her. Peering over her shoulder, (Y/N) just caught the way Misty, one of the hostesses she was closer with, all but barreled out onto the pavement. 

It didn't take very long to spot the difference in Misty's demeanor with the way she didn't seem to notice (Y/N) was out there at all, instead immediately beginning to pace before the door with her heels clicking over the pavement. There must have been a conversation going on in her head with the way she flapped her hands before her like a talk show host, and the silent muttering of her lips. As far as (Y/N) knew, Misty's break wasn't scheduled for another hour, even. 

"Mist?" (Y/N) prodded in a gentle voice, "Is everything okay?" 

Stopping in her tracks with a stutter to her steps, Misty looked to her with wide brown eyes and a hand to her throat. "Oh my god, you scared me." 

"Sorry," (Y/N) offered with a cautious smile, "Are you okay? You seem really freaked." 

"Yeah," Misty said, though she was less than convincing with her response, "Did you see my sister came in?" 

(Y/N) nodded, looking up at her friend from where she sat at the wobbly wrought iron table. "Is she okay?" 

Misty's shaken demeanor shifted then as she rolled her eyes, heaving a big sigh. "She's fine," she started, irritated, "just stupid. We were supposed to go to this party tomorrow night in the hills, but she's bailing on me so she can meet up with her ex. They're going to 'work it out', apparently." 

"Wait, the one that cheated with your cousin?" (Y/N)'s brows furrowed, with her mouth dropping into a gape. It couldn't be that ex, right? 

"That's the one," Misty chirped, also less than impressed with her sister's choosing, "I know, she's being an idiot but not even my mom was able to talk her out of it. But, she was going to be my ride tomorrow, and go with me so I wasn't alone."

(Y/N)'s face fell when she heard how dejected Misty sounded. While she didn't know much about this party in "the hills", she was sure that hearing about her sister's reconciliation with a terrible ex—and that she would rather hang out with a cheater than Misty herself—was more than enough to get her down. 

"I'm sorry, Mist," (Y/N) said, her eyes softening with her lips falling into a pout, "It's not fair to leave you hanging like that." 

Settling some, Misty took the chair across from (Y/N) offering a small smile. "It's okay," she shrugged, "It's just frustrating. She knows this party is important to me, but she's going to go see some guy that cheated on her, instead." 

"That sucks," (Y/N) interjected, sure her friend wasn't looking for a solution more than she wanted to vent at the moment, "Is it a birthday party, or?" 

Misty shook her head, her long black hair wisping over her shoulder, "It's an industry party. One of my friend's has an older sister who works across the street from this office that has a bunch of these music people. Apparently there's a big party happening tomorrow night at some executive's house, and she was able to get me and my sister an invite, but now I don't know if I'm even going to be able to make it there." 

(Y/N)'s lips thinned, her eyes falling to the latticed surface of the table where she fiddled with the strap of her purse. An idea pinged through her head, though she was more than unsure of voicing it. 

She'd never been to an industry party before, but there was a first time for everything—especially if it meant she could help her friend. If she was lucky, there might be even a few people she could get to know, other models or someone that could help in her own dreams. 

"I—" she started, catching her tongue when she was unsure of her next words. Flicking her eyes up to Misty, where it was clear on her face just how hard she was thinking about whatever plan she could conjure for the next twenty-four hours, (Y/N) tried again. "Okay—um—stop me if I'm doing too much, but I... If you want, I could go with you? Just so you wouldn't be alone, and I could drive you up, and everything. I don't want you to miss this if you think you'll be able to meet someone that could help you with your singing, but don't feel like you have to take me. If you can't find anyone else, just know I'm willing." 

Feeling herself rambling, (Y/N) forced herself to zip her lips in favor of watching for Misty's reaction. 

"Wait, really?" Misty said, a bubbling lilt to her voice, "You'd drive and everything, even though it's kind of far away? You don't, like, work tomorrow or anything?" 

Her rapid fire questions did little to hide the light that sparkled in her eyes and the smile that crept on her lips. (Y/N) only shrugged, feeling herself light up. "I work tomorrow night, but I should be home with enough time to get ready as long as we don't have to be there too early." 

The giggling squeal that left Misty's lips had (Y/N) letting out her own laugh just before her friend reached for her hands across the table. "(Y/N)! Thank you so much—I would love to have you come with me! We're going to have so much fun, thank you!" 

(Y/N) felt herself perking up, matching Misty's energy as she squeezed her hands. "I'm so excited, thank you," she bubbled.

The dejection she came out with had melted away leaving room for her to be back to her bubbling, loud self that ran the front of the restaurant. "No, no, thank you! Really, there's going to be so many people there—important people—this could be really good for us. And now, we both get to go!" 

Despite feeling a little nervous, accepting an invite to a place she'd never been before along with the host being someone she had no real connection to, (Y/N) couldn't help but to feel a warmth in her stomach over the kind of luck she'd stumbled into tonight. While she was sure there was going to be majority of people from the music world in attendance—people who were going to be important to Misty and her dreams of having a singing career—there has to be at least a couple of people who knew someone who could help her encroach on her own modeling aspirations. 

The remainder of her lunch time (as well as Misty's impromptu break from her hostess duties) was spent ironing out the details of the next day. A to-do list came together in (Y/N)'s head, starting with raiding her closet as soon as she made it back to her apartment tonight, hoping she could find something in the back of the racks that might be suitable for the kind of party Misty was describing to her. She couldn't wait to force a map into Misty's hands to navigate them to the hills she kept mentioning.

"I heard there might be valet there, but I don't know if that's true or just something Angelica—" 

"(Y/N), do you know where Mist—Oh, there you are," Marcus, one of the waiters, said, popping his head out into the alley, "I know you took a fifteen, but we need your help." 

Misty deflated at the request of her presence, a pout itching to settle on her lips. "I'll be up in a second." 

"Okay. Molly's drowning right now, though, so be fast."

Before he could catch the roll of Misty's eyes, Marcus disappeared back into the bustling restaurant. 

Turning to (Y/N), Misty started for the door, standing from her spot across from her friend. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay? We'll figure out what we're wearing, and I'll tell you the exact address when I get the note back from my sister." 

"Okay," (Y/N) smiled, eyes following her friend as she approached the door, "Thank you again, Misty—I'm really excited." 

She paused in the doorway, one foot inside the restaurant with the other in the alley. "Me too. See you in there." 

With a wave, Misty slipped inside the restaurant leaving (Y/N) with a remaining five minutes alone. 

She quietly packed up with a smile on her face. By the time she slipped her feet back into her heels, the pain in her arches didn't feel so bad. 

For all she knew, tomorrow night could be the start of her big break.

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The waning summer sunlight reflected off the silver sequins decorating (Y/N)'s dress as she drove to Misty's. With the open back of the garment, the cool leather of the seat pressed into her back. The feeling had her hearkening back to the last few times she'd worn this dress, to a handful of auditions she went on before realizing that agencies didn't really want to see a cocktail dress on a potential employee at ten a.m. The patent white leather of her thigh high boots squeaked as she shifted in her spot, her eyes peering through the windshield at each passing street sign marking the unfamiliar neighbourhood. 

Coming to a slow stop at the curb, (Y/N) checked the map she had splayed on the passenger seat and the note with Misty's address half a dozen times, comparing it to the powder blue house she pulled up in front of. Hopefully, she'd made it to the right house. 

Putting the car in park, fluffing her hair one more time, (Y/N) stepped out onto the warm pavement. The sunset reflected pink across the silver of her dress, warming her skin as if she were under the flashes of dozens of cameras. 

Scaling the driveway to Misty's home, she had her eyes on the door, catching the way the knob spun before (Y/N) even made it to the porch. Misty waved to someone behind her, the length of her hair swishing at her waist as she spun around to face (Y/N) with a bright smile. A rich red dress hugged her figure, the halter top neckline framing the slide of her neck and the cut towards her cleavage. Her heels clicked with every step she took over the concrete towards (Y/N), glimmering makeup sparking on her eyelids. 

Misty forged ahead, pulling (Y/N) in for a giddy hug that had her wobbly in her boots. "Hi! How are you? Are you excited? You look so pretty!" 

(Y/N) laughed at the onslaught of questions, falling in line with Misty as she headed towards the car parked at the curb. "I'm good—excited! You look really pretty, too, thank you! I've never seen your hair down like this." 

To make a show of it, she flipped a hand through her hair with a smile on her lips. "Tonight could be the night, (Y/N)—had to pull out all the stops." 

Laughing, she followed after Misty as she started towards the car. Misty's confidence was contagious, enough to spread to (Y/N) as she settled in behind the wheel, sliding a pair of sunglasses on the line of her nose. 

As they drove towards the hills, a map splayed out in Misty's lap, they had the windows cranked down with the radio up. (Y/N) couldn't help but to sing along with the selection going through her speakers, ranging from the croons from The Zombies to belting tones from The Supremes. 

She was going to a party in the Hollywood Hills! A party where, if she's lucky enough, she could end up on the billboards they were driving past. Even if that didn't happen, she would still be fulfilling a part of her dream when she moved out here in the first place—getting to see places she'd only ever seen in movies or on the glossy pages of her magazines. 

"What do you think it's going to be like?" (Y/N) asked, shouting over the whipping wind and beats from James Brown. 

"Hm?" Misty hummed, looking back from where she had been gazing out the window, "The party?" 

"Yeah. You said there'll be lots of music kinds of people, right? Do you think we'll see anyone we know?" 

Misty shrugged, a beaming smile. "Maybe—hopefully! Angelica called me this morning and said there's supposed to be a lot of executives, so I don't know if we'll see any singers, but we'll meet the people who made the singers! How exciting is that?!" 

(Y/N), even through fleeting glances, could spot the excitement in Misty's gaze. While modeling (maybe even movies, if she was lucky enough) was (Y/N)'s dream, she was more than okay with being there for Misty as they rubbed elbows with the people that made possible all the music they were listening to now. 

In between giving directions, Misty happily chattered away about all of the different hopes she had for the soiree. Outside, the sun sunk low in the sky before disappearing by the time they entered the hills. The world around them changed from the lengths of highway to the beachy suburbs of the coast, all the way until the Hollywood Hills surrounded them. With the windows up and the radio ticked down just enough, both she and Misty left their attention to the gorgeous homes that now popped up around them like clean white roses. Everything was made of strategic, precise lines, creamy and bright against all of the greenery planted around them. Cars she'd only seen in movies were parked outside the garages, painted in pale colors with chrome accents that gleamed under the waning light. 

The sight reminded her of the Saturday morning episodes of the Jetsons she used to catch back at home as a girl. Seeing nothing more than the structures, she felt as if she were already meeting a handful of celebrities. 

After a final set of directions muttered off by Misty, (Y/N) turned onto a long stretching street. Before, while the houses were modern and clean, these were nothing short of extravagant. They were much further spaced out, gates planted before the driveways with plenty of greenery to help give even more privacy to whoever lived behind the walls. 

"It should be on the left, I think," Misty muttered, her own gaze glossed out as she took in the homes around them. 

(Y/N) silently nodded her head, pushing her sunglasses to sit on the top of her head. Peering to the left, she didn't have to peek at the numbers posted on the gates to know what home was where the party was being hosted. It was the only building with bright lights peeking through the greenery, reflecting through the darkening sky. While the rest of the street seemed to be luxuriating in quiet privacy, this one was beaconing those around them to come closer. 

"This one?" (Y/N) asked, slowing as they approached the open driveway. 

"This one," Misty smiled, giddy in her seat. 

Turning in, (Y/N) found the biggest mansion she could have imagined to be shrouded behind the palms and draping vines planted along the perimeter. It was just as pristine as the others they'd seen before, new and perfect, but on a scale she couldn't imagine knowing what to do with. A dome thatched in glimmering bronze bisected the mansion, a large window cut out on what had to be the third floor of the home, showcasing a crystalline chandelier for all to see. Creamy lines made out the rest of the structure, cookie-cutter windows giving glimpses into the spaces inside. More greenery made its way closer to the structure in the form of pruned hedges, climbing flower bushes, and postcard perfect palm trees. 

The rumor of there being valet at this soiree had turned out to be complete truth as (Y/N) drove further up the drive. Her hands grew clammy around the wheel. 

"What do I do?" she rushed out to Misty, taking her foot off the gas to buy herself time. 

"What do you mean? What?" Misty answered, knocked out of her own admiration of the space.

"The valet," (Y/N) said, slightly panicked, "Are they actually going to take the car?" 

Misty seemed to finally notice the man clad in a simple black outfit stationed at the front dome, bored as he peered at the slowly approaching car on the drive. "Oh. I don't know. Do you keep the car on or just give them the keys?" 

"I don't know," (Y/N) parroted, words bubbling off as she ran out of time the closer they drew to the dome, "I've never done this before!"

Before either of them had a chance to attempt to thread together a game plan, (Y/N) heavily stepped on the brake, stopping them at the front door. The valet made no move to greet them, standing at his station with a pleasant expression on his face as he waited. With clumsy movements, (Y/N) pulls her keys out of the ignition, and plucked her purse from beside her feet. Misty followed with the same amount of haste, both of them practically stumbling out of the car towards the waiting valet that looked on with surprise raising his brows. 

"Hi," (Y/N) greeted, just barely remembering the sunglasses pinning her hair back on her head. She snatched them off, tucking them into her purse. 

"Good evening, ladies," the valet responded, taking in their stumble, "How are you?" 

"We're alright, thank you," Misty piped up, peering around the valet to get a peek into the home behind him, "And yourself?" 

"I'm doing swell myself, thank you," he beamed, holding a hand out expectantly towards (Y/N), "How do you know the host?"

While he had a pleasant smile on his face as he took her keys, (Y/N) was sure he was well aware of how little they fit in within this space. She couldn't blame him for assuming there was a chance they weren't supposed to be here, if their stumbling and her less than trendy car was anything to go by.

"We work with him," Misty piped up, clearly preferring to bypass the roundabout way that she knew the host through three different people. 

"Oh, yeah?" he prodded, brows bouncing above his eyes, "At the office or the studio?" 

"The office," Misty clarified without a second thought. 

The valet took her answer with a slow nod, palming (Y/N)'s keys before asking for her name and bidding them a good night once they were on the list. With that, he left the double doors behind him unattended. Misty grabbed (Y/N)'s hand who stumbled into step beside her, her gaze shot over her shoulder to watch as the valet took in the vast difference between her car and the others he'd already attended to throughout the night. 

Pushing through the double doors, (Y/N)'s expectations for the inside of this mansion were blown out of the water. One of a kind art canvases were hung up on the walls, beautifully crafted vases and sculptures displayed through the halls, along with the extravagant chandelier hanging above their heads. This place felt straight out of a movie, perfect like a Normal Rockwell painting. 

The deeper Misty walked them through the space, she took in the overflow of guests spread throughout the home. She'd never seen so many different sitting rooms, with so many different people. In the main space just off from the foyer was cleared out, leaving space for a bar being professionally tended and room for plenty of young women to dance along to the records spinning on the player with drinks in hand. Too many older men were placed along the perimeter doing nothing more than watching them. 

"Um," Misty started, voice raised high enough to be heard over the different radios and gramophones playing, "I'm going to try to find my friend and her sister, and the host, but you don't have to come with me if you want to get a drink." 

(Y/N) didn't have to think before she steeled her grip on Misty's hand. There was no way Misty was going to be able to lose her that quickly. "No, I'll go with you." 

"Are you sure?" Misty asked, bouncing her brows above her eyes.

(Y/N) gave a nod, shooting her friend a look with a glance towards the men prowling around the young women. Misty seemed to catch her drift then, more than alright with (Y/N) tagging along. 

While Misty was on the lookout for familiar faces, (Y/N) was happily pulled along with her curious gaze spread out to every branching hallway and living area. While the room with the women dancing around was the life of the soiree, there were other areas that looked as if they were board meetings plucked right out of the city complete with men dressed in suits, lounging with cigars in smoky rooms. Trays with food were being passed about in the hands of staff dressed in similar all black outfits as the valet out front. 

She barely had a chance to settle her eyes on a single person or scene before something just as bright and bold called her attention away. Misty surged forward with their hands still clasped until they reached the glass door leading to the backyard. 

If she had thought the inside of the mansion was wild, not even the drunken bar room had anything on the backyard. 

With a shimmering pool setting the scene, there seemed to be a rule that only the prettiest of attendees were allowed in the grassy space. It only took a pair of steps out onto the patio for (Y/N) to feel like she had never actually seen Los Angeles before this moment. Her mouth was set agape as Misty dragged her along, heading towards a grouping of men (Y/N) barely glanced at when there was so much else around to steal attention. 

A bar was stationed outside as well, though it looked much less professional than what was inside. Whoever wanted a drink was free to grab whatever, including the whole bottle if they so choose, with no one to bat an eye. More than a few people floated about the pool, some fully clothed while others were covered with only the help of the refractions glowing through the water. Drunken conversations were held between those about the lip of the pool, some wobbling close to the edge though they only laughed when the stumbles occurred. 

Everything appeared entirely too glamorous to be real. The women's hair was too perfect, the men too picturesque. This was what shindigs in the Hills were like? 

Suddenly Misty's voice piped up, having taken the straight to the grouping of businessmen she had eyed as soon as they made it out the door. "Hi! Mr. Vitacoma?" 

Facing forward, (Y/N) watched as a tall man with broad shoulders turned around to face Misty, brows in a pinch. "That's me," he started, eyes visibly brightening when he took in who exactly it was that had approached him, "How can I help you?" 

Misty's bright voice became a mumble as she introduced herself, and thanked this man for hosting the party. A conversation started, Mr. Vitacoma asking how exactly they were connected and how she'd found herself at his soiree. From what she was collecting, this man was some kind of executive at a record label, tonight's party being a "just because" occasion, and of course, he was so happy to have such a beautiful woman like Misty in attendance. 

(Y/N) was vaguely aware of Misty's voice pattering on with confidence, though her attention was stitched elsewhere. The men around Mr. Vitacoma had gone quiet, impressed with Misty's gall to have approached their group in the first place. It was interesting to see these men as suits, the kind running the studios and labels instead of those in front of the cameras and microphones. 

One of them in particular had (Y/N) flicking her eyes away more than once, his face almost too pretty to look at for longer than a moment before needing a break. 

His bone structure was sharp, jawline cutting with high cheekbones, a layer of stubble creeping up his cheeks. From his profile, his nose was a perfect straight line; cinnamon colored freckles were dusted over the bridge, faint under the lowlight. His hair came in textured waves of dark brown, playing off of the bright green hue of his eyes. His white button up was undone, displaying the white undershirt pasted to his torso. Just the faintest peeks of different tattoos bled through the thin fabric, including the tips of a chest piece peeking over the neckline of his tank. A small peach colored, paisley printed silk scarf was hanging around his neck, untied through the wrinkles in the material made it clear it had been knotted earlier in the night. A pair of black pants were belted around his hips with a shimmering pinstripe running through the garment, playing off the ambient lighting through the backyard.

(Y/N) couldn't keep herself from following the line of his form. Broad shoulders and strong chest gave way to a tapered waist, each block of muscle visible through the cling of the top. 

By the time she dared to flit her eyes back up to his face, (Y/N) had to blink back her shock at finding the green lilypads of his eyes already trained right on her. A small smile touched at the corner of his mouth, amusement sparking across his graze. 

Feeling her skin heating, she was suddenly too aware of herself. She hadn't meant to glaze her eyes all over him, let alone be caught doing just that. Flicking her gaze away on instinct towards Misty still schmoozing over her executive, (Y/N) shuffled in her spot, patent leather of her boots squeaking. Her hands suddenly felt too empty, especially feeling his eyes still warming the side of her face. She didn't think before she had her hand reaching for her hair, searching for some kind of flyaway or anything out of place to play with, just before her fingers collided with her forgotten sunglasses. If there wasn't already enough embarrassment coursing through her system, the fact she had left her accessory messily holding her hair back could have been enough to have her melting on the spot. 

It wasn't bad enough she was caught ogling a stranger, she also had to have stray pieces of hair standing straight up on her head while she was at it. 

Fumbling around, she plucked the sunglasses from the top of her head and made to shove them into her purse. A breathy laugh sounded, so quiet she wouldn't have heard it over all the noise had she not been hyper aware of the man standing only feet away from her. 

Peeking up through the stray baby hairs falling in her face, (Y/N) saw the man with the peach scarf looking at her with an amused smile on his face, dimples in his cheeks with his green irises bright. He bounced his brows above his eyes when he caught her gaze, gesturing down to her stumbling hands and fingerprint laden glasses with a tip of his chin. 

(Y/N)'s blood burned under the apples of her cheeks. She could only sheepishly shrug, a shy smile on her lips in hopes of looking more nonchalant than she clearly was. 

Another small laugh plumed from him. Her shoulders relaxed some when she realized he wasn't making a joke of her, merely quietly teasing her over something only the two of them know about. A small inside joke was being threaded between them in the middle of the patio. 

Stepping away from the congregation, the man made a step towards (Y/N). Her heartbeat picked up in her chest. It would only take a few of his long strides to close to space between them. 

"This is (Y/N)," Misty chirped, tugging her forward and away from the stranger that had taken her attention. "My sister bailed, and (Y/N) stepped up to come with me tonight. I wouldn't be here if she didn't agree to come out here." 

A slight daze had (Y/N)'s attention split between the present and moments before. She gave a placid smile to Misty's executive, offering a hand out for him to shake. "Nice to meet you. Mr. Vitacoma, right?" 

He flashed (Y/N) a bright smile, offering his own greeting she barely paid attention to. Pleasantries were exchanged then, forcing her to play along as to not ruin this for Misty, though (Y/N)'s mind was decidedly stitched elsewhere. With every plastered smile and feigned attentive nod of her head, she could feel someone's—his—eyes on her. 

If it wasn't disrespectful, she would have already disengaged from Mr. Vitacoma and given her attention back to the man with the peach scarf. As much as she warmed under his gaze, still feeling a bit of that embarrassment after being caught so obviously ogling him, she was thrilled to have seen him attempting to approach her. 

She hoped she hadn't lost her chance to hear what kind of voice a man like that held, and what it may sound like wrapped around her name. 

Hearing the beginnings of Misty's laugh, (Y/N) immediately joined in, having missed completely what she was laughing at but playing along anyway. Taking advantage of the moment, she turned her head just enough in hopes of catching sight of the peach scarf man from around Misty's back. 

But, he was gone. Even with his height, she was unable to catch even a single swirl of his brown hair among the sea of the other executives congregating around them. 

Before she had much of a chance to mourn the chance that had come and gone to know anything about this man, a scream sounding from beside the pool had her turning around. Misty and Mr. Vitacoma barely registered the noise, only offering fleeting glances in that direction before she was back to her half-flirting, half-schmoozing. (Y/N)'s jaw dropped when she saw what exactly had screeched beside the pool.

A woman with voluminous blonde hair and a drunken smile on her face had stripped down, her dress and undergarments sitting in a pile on the grass, and was running straight towards the pool. Those around the pool with drinks in their hands cheered her on, encouraging her just before she took a leap and splashed straight into the water. As soon as she surfaced, makeup running with her hair deflated and pasted her face, another round of raucous cheers cracked through the backyard. 

Flitting her eyes around, (Y/N) expected to see others sharing her shock. Instead, she found people either not paying attention at all or smiling on as if this was nothing more than the scheduled entertainment for the night. While (Y/N) wouldn't consider herself a complete prude (she'd seen a few French films over the years, and they were certainly not for the pearl-clutchers back home), but she couldn't believe no one shied away at the sight of the woman's naked body. Was there a memo that Misty forgot to let her in on? 

Nonetheless, (Y/N) found herself unable to pull her eyes from the commotion that was beginning over by the pool. It was as if the woman's display had been a gun firing off, signaling the start of the real party now that the sun had dipped and only the most fun remained for the rest of the festivities. 

Those that had previously been lounging by the pool started up with their own soirees, some downing the rest of the drinks they had their hands before stripping and joining the woman in the pool, or plain watching on with heated looks on their faces. Even some men dared to strip down and join in, giving (Y/N) a sight she'd truly never seen before with her eyes going wide. Some of the couples she'd seen before had turned their attention to one another, lips and tongues meeting with reckless abandon. Blatant sexuality was put on show among the low lighting and the moon sparkling above their heads. Despite being in Los Angeles for a little over nine months, she'd never seen anyone behave this openly, acting as if there was no one else around other than those they wanted to see. 

The most jarring came in the form of a trio—two women and one man—squeezed together on a pool lounger. The man had his arms around both of the women, but had his head bent towards one, kissing her with gusto. The other woman, skin a sparkling bronze with a thick headband holding back her curly hair, caressed her manicured hands across the lines of the redhead's body. The man didn't leave his other companion without, it appeared, his own brawny hand sliding down the cuff of her shoulder until it was dangling over the swell of her breast before brushing his fingers over where the peek had been hidden behind her dress. (Y/N) could spot the curly haired woman whispering something to the kissing pair, something quiet enough just for the three of them to hear just before the redhead smiled into the kisses though the man refused to break the contact and dove harder into the redhead's mouth. The curly haired woman looked at them with hooded eyes, eye shadow shimmering under the moonlight, as she reached out and combed her fingers through waves of red hair, fisting the strands back and out of her friend's face with a stiff tug. A blush touched the redhead's cheeks.

They moved as if they were on film. The touches from the curly-haired woman moved harmoniously with each caress from the redhead over the man's muscled chest, as if perfected from a script. A director could have been sat feet away, camera trained in their direction with the way every ideal angle was shown off to the rest of the party. (Y/N) wouldn't have been surprised if this whole night was nothing more than a setup for some magazine, a photographer waiting for the perfect moment before jumping out with a camera and the perfect lighting. 

As soon as the curly-haired woman leaned across the man's chest and pressed a lingering kiss to the redhead's shoulder, a hoot sounded from one of the other onlookers in the backyard. It was then that (Y/N) remembered she wasn't the only one here, the only one watching. She had been seeing something like an editorial photoshoot with these people—a bit scandalous of a subject, but nonetheless boundary pushing—but the sound of a cheering comment had brought her back to the present to see this for what it was.

The artistic, pretty filter she had seen the moment in vanished, leaving what was gearing up to be much raunchier of a scene than she was sure any of her French films had shown. 

Whipping her head away when the strap of the redhead's dress was pulled down, (Y/N) turned to see Misty and Mr. Vitacoma conversing with no indication that either of them cared to know what was going on behind their backs. 

"Mist," (Y/N) murmured, feeling only a little bad to be interrupting, "I'm going to go get a drink inside, okay?" 

Misty gave her a nod with a small smile. "Okay, I'll come find you later." 

With that, (Y/N) gave Misty and her executive a parting nod before scurrying away to head back inside, her eyes staying on her feet and nowhere near the pool. 

It was with a sigh of relief that (Y/N) closed the door behind herself. While there was much more commotion and bodies surrounding her inside the mansion, it was decidedly less pressure than whatever it was going on out there. Though she was alone this time around, which wasn't something she thought about until a group of men in suits passed her by, a few offering appreciative glances in her direction. 

This place seemed much bigger without Misty at her side. 

Meandering through the throngs of people and the puddles of liquor on the floor, (Y/N) wasn't sure where she was going, only that the closer she was to the backyard, the more clinging the atmosphere seemed to be. There were plenty of people around her, some with clear influence that she was sure she should have been using this opportunity to get to know, just like Misty brought her here for, but she continued on with no clear destination in mind. 

She didn't feel comfortable inserting herself in the cigar room, not when the men had poured out whiskey and the smoke had turned into something heavier. More faces littered the halls, getting more and more packed the darker the night grew. Sticking close to the walls, (Y/N) couldn't help the owlish blinks that fluttered her lashes as she took in the raucous patrons of the party. She was well aware of the parties and the night clubs that livened up downtown LA, but she never figured something like that could fit between the walls of someone's home. 

Inadvertently, she found herself approaching the first room she had Misty had spotted, full of women her age dancing and having fun with a bartender slinging drinks faster than the records spinning. While she wasn't exactly comfortable, this room felt a lot easier to wade through as opposed to the faux board meeting going on in the other with all of the smoking men. 

Keeping company with the fridges of the room, (Y/N) had the lingering thought that maybe she wasn't cut out for this kind of industry. Whether it be modeling or becoming a movie star, she figured she should be able to make conversation with practical strangers instead of marinating in her own excitement all by herself. A real model—a confident star—would have found the spotlight without hesitation and made a group of friends and connections that would land her somewhere even more glamorous than this mansion in the Hills. 

Instead, (Y/N) was stationed somewhere between the record player and the suede couch pushed against the walls, tucked out of the way and listening into the conglomeration of all of these conversations. 

Out of seemingly nowhere, a woman with towering dark hair and a sleek black dress entered her field of vision. She wore a bright smile and eyes that were a bit glossy, red veins spidering over her sclera. 

"Are you friends with Misty?!" she shouted, maybe a bit too loud even with the record player and sound system so close. 

Taken aback, a whiff of heavy liquor radiating from this girl's breath, (Y/N) gave a small nod. "Yeah, we work together." 

"That is so fun! I work with her sister, Angelica! Where is she?" The girl stumbled some on her heels, reaching out for (Y/N)'s shoulder to keep herself steady. 

"Angelica is seeing a friend tonight, so she couldn't make it," (Y/N) started, stifling her laughter over this woman's sudden friendship with her, "And, Misty's outside talking to some record label guy." 

Her mouth fell open, dark lashes fluttering. "Come hang out with me and my friends! You shouldn't be alone at a party like this! Oh my god, and you need a drink!" Every sentence tumbling out of this woman's mouth broadened (Y/N)'s smile. Other than some rowdy patrons at the restaurant, she wasn't around many drunk people, especially none this excitable. A gasp fell from her lips, stopping herself in her teetering heels with her hand clutched around (Y/N)'s shoulder. "Wait, what's your name?" 

"I'm (Y/N)," she smiled, "What's your name?" 

"Marguerite! Now, do you want to take shots or do you want an actual drink?" 

(Y/N) followed after Marguerite with a bubbling smile. She hoped she would be able to find her spotlight now. 

—————

Twirling in her boots, (Y/N) tossed her head back with her eyes closed. She could vaguely feel the condensation from the drink in her hand, glass slick in her hand. By the time she opened her eyes, dropping back into the moment with the group of women that had adopted her for the night, she couldn't figure out if the room was spinning because of her wiring or if it was her drinking. 

From working at the restaurant, and knowing enough bartenders through her journey of becoming known, she knew most bartenders tended to water drinks down to keep people coming for more and giving some hefty tips, but it didn't seem this man had received that memo. These cocktails were heavy, full of sour heat as soon as it touched her tongue before being doused out by the collection of juices and citrus mixed throughout. Initially, she had turned down taking shots with Marg and her friends, but she figured she could have just done that and made it to the same state she was currently in. 

But, that didn't matter. Anything from a couple of hours ago, no longer mattered. What mattered now was how each song she heard was now her favorite, every cocktail she tried was the best she'd ever had, and these girls were undoubtedly the best friends she'd ever had. (Y/N) was almost certain she'd never been this drunk before. 

A night of firsts, she figured; first networking opportunity she'd ever gone to, and the first time she'd been drunk enough that her heart and the record player in the corner were made of the same rhythms. 

She'd have to find her spotlight another time, it appeared. 

Suddenly, the weight of someone's hand settled on the small of her back. Seeing her friends—albeit a bit blurry—in front of her, she couldn't imagine who exactly would be comfortable enough to place their hands on her. 

Whirling around, the hem of her dress fluttering around her thighs, (Y/N) saw an unfamiliar face looking down at her. His hair was black like his suit, slicked back with enough product to make the strands appear wet. His eyes were just as dark and glassy, with the sclera full of red veins. 

It was a distant memory, from a version of herself that was sober and no longer here, (Y/N) remembered the men that had strategically placed themselves about the room in order to gain the perfect vantage point to watch the women drinking and socializing as if they were a show on the television set. None of them had been so bold to approach anyone yet, but it only took a quick glance towards Marg and the others to see this must have been a team effort, everyone a touch distracted by these unfamiliar men. 

"Hi, sweet thing," this man murmured, dipping his head unnecessarily close to her ear, "Having fun?" 

"Um—" 

"(Y/N)?" 

Snapping away from this man, (Y/N) clutched her drink. A breath of relief touched her lungs when she saw it was Misty who had called to her. She looked just as pristine as when they had arrived, dress still clinging to her form, hair perfectly straight without a strand out of place. (Y/N) doubted her lipstick was anywhere near as perfect as Misty's still was. 

"Mist! You're back!" (Y/N) cheered, grateful to be dismissing the man in favor of wrapping Misty in an enthusiastic hug. "Are you a singer now?!" 

Misty shot her a bubbling smile, the corners twitching as if she was trying not to be as happy as she currently felt. "I might be," she muttered, sheepish, "I have a meeting—a real one—with Mr. Vitacoma tomorrow morning. I need to get home so I can sleep at least a little before I head to the office." 

(Y/N) blinked, arms going limp around Misty. "Now?" 

"Yeah," Misty nodded, mind obviously elsewhere, "Do you have your stuff?" 

"Um," (Y/N) prattled, suddenly aware of her bag hanging from her elbow, "Yeah, but... I don't know, Mist. I'm kind of really drunk, I think." 

Misty seemed to suddenly take note of her friend's state and the cold drink in her hand. "Wait. How many drinks have you had?" 

"Three, I think," (Y/N) started, unwittingly beginning to sway to the new song that had started playing through the space, "But they're really strong." 

Fitting her bottom lip between her teeth, Misty's face twisted into worry. "You don't think you can drive, right now? It's almost two." 

Opening her mouth, (Y/N) felt like a guppy when she stood there and no words came. While she was far from sober, she was definitely beginning to feel the gravity of what Misty needed from her. She had a terribly exciting meeting set up for tomorrow morning, a real sit down with Mr. Vitacoma that would make her one of the voices etched into a vinyl. Misty had no idea how to drive, so (Y/N) needed to get her home before the sun started on the horizon. 

"I—um—hold on," she said, dropping her drink to sit on a random surface, "I think I need some air, and after that I can drive us home. Do you know if there's any food around?" 

Misty, working on one problem at a time, clutched (Y/N)'s hand and started towards the backyard. It was a deja vu moment, (Y/N) absently wondering what the grassy area had devolved into through the hours she had been inside. 

"Get some air, and I'll try to find some bread or something," Misty thought out loud, pushing open the glass door with their shoes clicking over the cement patio. 

The world spun a bit too fast for (Y/N) to catch anything going on around the pool, allowing her to simply follow after Misty as best she could in the boots that suddenly felt less than stable now that she wasn't dancing. Like a wobbly shadow, (Y/N) stayed close to Misty as she rounded to the side of the house, out of the way of the distant splashing and cheering from the pool. 

"Are you okay to stay right here?" Misty asked, stopping (Y/N) on a soft patch of grass between the main home and shed field with whatever it took to maintain lawns of this size. From here, she could spot the height of the trees that had welcomed them when they made it here hours earlier. 

(Y/N) nodded her head, sinking to sit down on the cool grass. "Where are you going?" 

Misty looked at her with wide eyes, bottom lip being chewed between her teeth. "To get you something to eat. And, water, probably." 

"Oh yeah," (Y/N) bubbled, a plume of laughter falling from her lips, "I'll be okay, I think." 

Her friend hesitated for a moment, steps starting and stopping with one more look at (Y/N) in the safety of the secluded space before starting off for the house. Left by herself with her bare legs laid in the cool blades of grass and the sky clear above her, (Y/N) took in deep breaths. 

Without smoke and thick humidity clogging the air, she was allowed a reprieve. Sitting here, she didn't feel all that drunk, but she doubted she would feel that stable if she made a move to stand up. Hopefully, whatever Misty found inside would help her get back on track, make it so she could have Misty home before the night had ended. 

Pulling her knees to her chest, (Y/N) tried to concentrate. She wanted her mind to slow, her gaze to even, and her body to feel like her own again. She couldn't drive like this, she knew, but Misty was relying on her. (Y/N) needed to figure out how to get this alcohol out of her system in record time. 

It was a frustrating goal, one she knew was going to be impossible to achieve when she couldn't get her gaze to focus on a miniscule chip in the white paint of the shed before her. Her gaze moved like the liquor that had sloshed in her glass inside. 

Was she going to have to drive like this? Would they even make it back if she did that? 

She hadn't realized her eyes had grown wet, tears puddling in her waterline until her sight ws that much more unreliable. She was frustrated and nervous, pressure coming from the fact that without a miracle, she was going to have to make sense of wavy lines while driving her friend home to prepare for the meeting of a lifetime. 

(She wasn't a perfect driver, anyway. She doubted she'd be much better when she wasn't one hundred percent sober). 

"Hey, are y'alright?" 

Whipping her head up, (Y/N) caught only a glimpse of the new guest of her spot before wincing. Moving the fast wasn't a good idea if she was working on getting her vision to quit swimming. 

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," she stuttered, cracking her eyes open just enough to find the vague lines of who was standing before her, "I'm drunk." 

A breathy laugh filled the air. One (Y/N) knew—had been hyper aware of just hours ago. 

Blinking her eyes open, her vision having settled, she saw the man with the peach scarf. Right in front of her with the pretty green of his eyes trained on her, moonlight seeping through the swirls of his hair. 

He was British. Interesting. 

"Do y'want something to drink? It might be a good idea to eat something, too." The sharp planes of his face softened out, rounding with dimples in his cheeks and a kind smile curving his lips. 

"My friend, she's already grabbing so-something for me," she hiccuped, "You met her kind of; she was talking to your friend." 

Crouching to sit at her level, the man nodded his head. "She's something," he laughed, "Not many people come up to John like that. She has a meeting with him in the morning, right?" 

(Y/N) nodded her head, squinting when her vision when spiraling once more. "Yeah, so I need to drive her home, but I think I'm still drunk. She's getting me some water, and then we have to go." 

This man's reaction came in the form of a pinch settling between his brows, lips thinning. "She doesn't want to drive?" 

"She doesn't know how," (Y/N) clarified.

He didn't seem to like this extra information much more. His tone was gentle when he spoke again, everything softened in this accent she'd only ever heard on television. "I don't know if 's a good idea for y'to be driving tonight. Maybe, we can go inside and see if there's anywhere y'can sleep for the night." 

Reaching a broad hand out for her to take, he looked at her with encouraging eyes. (Y/N) shook her head. "I can't. She has that meeting in the morning and I have work tomorrow, we-we can't stay. I just need some water, and then I'll be okay." 

A heaved sigh fell from his lungs. "I don't think that's how it works, love." 

Before she could make heart eyes over the pet name he laid over her, (Y/N) saw a familiar form rounding behind her new friend. 

"(Y/N)? I've got your water. How are you feeling?" Stepping around the man with the peach scarf, Misty had water and what looked to be a glass of dry cereal in her hands. She gave a sidelong glance towards the man that was not there the last time she'd seen her friend. 

Lagging in response, (Y/N) blinked up at Misty. "I'm good—so much better! Let's go!" 

Just as she put on her performance with an attempt to get to her feet, her flimsy cover was blown as soon as she stumbled into Misty with her arms pinwheeling at her sides. With her hands full, Misty offered an arm towards (Y/N) to brace herself, but it was the man with the peach scarf that steadied her before she had a chance to fall flat on her face. He reached towards her, settling his palms on her shoulders with (Y/N) touching his chest over the thin material of his top. 

"(Y/N)!" Misty bubbled, eyes wide.

Blinking up at the man with her lashes fluttering around her uneven gaze, (Y/N) took in the sight of him with the moon acting as a halo behind his head. 

Was her mouth agape? Was she still touching him? Was she unbelievably drunk, or was the rest of the world a blur, except for him? 

"Are y'alright?" he murmured, concern dripping from his words. 

Back on earth, (Y/N) shook herself away from the man, their hands dropping to their sides though she swore she could still feel the creases of his palms and length of his fingers around her shoulders. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she insisted, turning her gaze towards Misty, "Sorry, just—hold on, I can take us home, just give me a second." 

Both Misty and the man gave her less than impressed looks. 

He was the first to move, looking towards Misty with a bounce to his brows. "Misty, right?" 

Despite (Y/N)'s clear favoring of him, Misty didn't knock the suspicious accusations from her eyes. "Yes. Why?" 

He shot her that dazzling smile, dimples and all. "I know y'have an appointment with John tomorrow morning, but she's not going to be well enough to drive tonight. It wouldn't be safe to head home before she's had a chance to sleep this off." 

Misty's shoulders dropped at the serious tone he served her. "But... I can't—We can't stay. I have to go home to get ready for that meeting, and she has to go to work." 

Pursing his lips, the man settled his hands on his hips as the gears in his head began to turn. "Where's home?" 

Even in her muddled head, (Y/N) could see the reluctance Misty held when she gave the general area they came from. 

He gave her a nod, lips still thinned. Peering through his lashes, he looked at Misty before offering a fleeting glance towards (Y/N). "I can take y'both home. I haven't had anything to drink tonight." 

Walls back up immediately, Misty gave an uncertain stare, brows pinched. She didn't have to say anything for man to start offering an alternative, (Y/N) letting out a plume of laughter. 

"Or, I can call a taxi? I can't guarantee anyone will be available, or how quick they'd make it out, but 'm more than happy to pay for it." Sincerity lit up his eyes. 

Misty didn't immediately have an answer, taking her turn to think over the direction the night had taken. The silence left (Y/N) a chance for the alcohol to wipe her own thoughts over the dilemma, her attention instead shifting to lay fully on the man that stood before her. 

Maybe it was the vodka shining in her eyes, but she swore something angelic began to shimmer from the edges of him. He really was so pretty, (Y/N) thought. Earlier hadn't just been the product of an excitable mind seeing a bunch of important people for the first time since her cross-country move, he really was gorgeous. 

Did he know that? Were enough people telling him that? Should she tell him? 

For the second time that night, she was caught staring at him. A twitching of a smile touched at the corner of his mouth, his eye dropping into a wink. 

She couldn't help herself, her own features brightening and molding into something giddy. She didn't need Misty to tell her what the best option was out of the two this man had presented, (Y/N) already had her favorite picked out. 

"You'd really t-take us home?" (Y/N) hiccuped through her smile, clasping her hands in front of her middle. 

"If that's what you'd prefer," he drawled, amusement dancing over his features as he took in her reaction. 

Before he could send a precursory glance towards Misty once more, (Y/N) piped up, "I prefer that! Please." 

A small plume of laughter fell from his lips at her outburst, Misty even taking a peek in her direction with a raised brow and half smile. 

"Please, Mist," (Y/N) pleaded, a bright smile on her face, "Isn't he so nice?"

Another small glance towards the man was given by Misty. "What's your name? I'm not getting in someone's car when I don't know their name." 

"'M Harry," he smiled, "And John is a good friend of mine, and he'd kill me if I messed up his schedule tomorrow by not getting you two home." 

"And, you're not crazy, right?" 

Another set of dimples touched his cheeks. "Not as far as I know." 

"Fine," Misty settled, "Thank you, Harry." 

"Thank you, Harry," (Y/N) parroted, a little too excitable.

Both Misty and Harry helped guide (Y/N)'s stumbling steps through the mansion, the water and cereal Misty grabbed for her being left behind as they made their way through the halls. More than once, she had the privilege of getting a touch from Harry's large hand on her arm or between her shoulder blades when her balance teetered.

He led them through the mansion and to the valet where a different attendant now stood at the station. Harry gave the man a small nod before taking them sharply away from the bank of cars that had been valeted out of the way, out of the way to a glossy forest green Cadillac. 

(Y/N) gaped in awe. She'd seen plenty of nice cars while living out here, but she'd never thought anyone actually drove them—not anyone real, like Harry, anyway. 

Harry made to stand by the passenger side, holding open the back door for them to slip inside. "This is yours?" she asked, "Like, you drive it and everything?" 

"I do, yeah. Like it?" 

"The color is really pretty," (Y/N) shared, holding back the detail that it reminded her of the flecks of darker hues in his eyes. 

"Thank you," he smiled.

Misty guided (Y/N) into the backseat then, following in to sit beside her a moment later. An amused look was on her friend's face. "You're a flirty drunk, huh?" 

"Am I?" (Y/N) bubbled. Was it terribly obvious she thought Harry was pretty?

"A little," Misty laughed just as Harry took his own spot behind the wheel. "But, it's alright. It's good for you—you don't do it enough." 

"Jus' straight home, right ladies?" 

"Yes, please." Misty reached ahead where a folded map was sitting on the bench of the passenger seat. "Do you want me to give directions?" 

Harry shrugged off the offer, "I think I've got it. Y'jus' keep an eye on her." 

Looking forward, into the rearview mirror, (Y/N) caught Harry's eyes on her, creases touching the corners as a smile spread over his lips. 

—————

"Bye, Mist. Call me tomorrow, please. I want to know how your meeting goes." 

"I will," Misty murmured, giving (Y/N) a tired hug before she started inching towards the door, "When you get home, eat something and have some water before you go to sleep. And take off your makeup." 

As much as (Y/N) wanted to stick to Misty's instructions, she knew herself well enough to know that those words had gone right through her. Nonetheless, she nodded her head. "Okay. Love you." 

"Love you, too." Pushing the door open, Misty took a glance over her shoulder towards Harry in the front seat, who was fiddling with the radio dials on the dashboard. "Thank you for driving us home, Harry. I'm happy you aren't crazy." 

"Me too," he smiled, turning to face her, "'M happy I could get y'home safely. Let me walk y'up." 

(Y/N) watched as Harry escorted her friend up to her front door, giving her a perfect view of all of the lines of his body. Being cramped up in his car almost made her forget the full length of his height. As if there wasn't enough she would be thinking about once she was at her apartment. 

Taking his seat back in the front seat once Misty was inside safely, Harry turned to look at (Y/N) over the bench seat. "Wanna sit up here with me? Or are y'comfortable back there?" 

She didn't even have to think before she was scrambling to make her new spot at his side. "I wanna sit with you." 

Although she'd never thought of herself as particularly funny, Harry seemed to think she was hilarious. Everything she said drew a laugh out of him. 

Nonetheless, she hopped out of the backseat and found her new spot up in the passenger side of the bench seat beside Harry. Turning the key in the ignition, he pulled away from the curb of Misty's house before shooting a quick glance towards (Y/N).

"Want to find some music for us? I can only listen to the same advertisements so many times, you know," Harry prompted, nodding to the radio with a dip of his chin. 

"The McDonald's one is the worst," (Y/N) bubbled, reaching over to play with the dials, "It's always on." 

Harry agreed with a hum, following the directions Misty had given before she left for the night to head towards (Y/N)'s apartment. "What kind of music do y'like?" 

"Anything fun," (Y/N) offered, shooting him a bright smile, "But, I really love The Zombies right now." 

Perking up at her words, Harry glanced at her as he came to a stop sign. "The Zombies? What's your favorite song?" 

(Y/N) couldn't help the bubbling of conversation that sprouted from her lips then, the radio dials left behind in favor of talking with Harry. He was the perfect listener, even while he was carefully getting her home, she didn't doubt he was listening in. More than once, she wasn't sure if he was only being kind given the fact she was bubbly with alcohol, but he encouraged her ramblings, feeding her his own opinions and asking her what she thought. (Y/N) could have stayed curled up in this space for much longer than the short ten minutes between her apartment and Misty's home. 

By the time he pulled up to her apartment building, (Y/N) almost wanted to pout. 

Only the hum of the engine sounded as he paused in his seat, pulling his wallet from the pocket of his trousers. Casualy, he thumbed through the bills he had ticked inside the leather, grabbing more than (Y/N) would make in tips even during a busy Friday night shift at the restaurant. He passed the wad off to her.

"Use this to take a taxi to get your car tomorrow," Harry instructed, giving her a soft smile, "I know y'didn't really plan on leaving it overnight, so I'd like to take care of the drive back for you." 

(Y/N) hesitated. "Are you sure? That's kind of a lot." 

He shrugged, "'S my fault y'left it. I don't mind." 

Gingerly, she pulled the cash out of his hand. "Are you going to be there tomorrow?" 

"Probably not," he smiled, another laugh from his lungs. 

Juxtaposing his amusement, the beginnings of a pout touched her lips. "So, I won't see you again." 

"Not tomorrow," he clarified, raising a brow, "But, maybe soon." 

Just like he did for Misty, Harry walked (Y/N) up to the door of her building, keeping her from stumbling up the stairs that led to the glass door. 

"You're alright to get up by yourself, or do y'want me to go with you?" 

As much as she would have liked to get him to spend a handful of minutes more with her, (Y/N) shook her head. He'd done a lot for her tonight already. "I'll be okay, but thank you. For everything tonight. You kind of saved the day for Misty. 

"'S easier this way," he smiled, "And much more fun than trying to kick people out of the house with John doing nothing to help." 

"Is he your best friend?" (Y/N) asked, stalling a bit despite her better judgment. 

"A little," Harry said, lifting his shoulders in a shrug, "But he definitely doesn't have as good of taste in music as y'do." 

Much like the first time she spotted him this evening, (Y/N) felt her skin warm at his words. "If you get a chance to listen to that album, let me know what you think." 

"I definitely will, love. But, you've got to get to bed first." 

"Right," she said, attempting to sober up with a nod, "Thank you again." 

"Of course, (Y/N). Goodnight." 

Harry waited until she was safely inside, where she went on to practically float up the stairs with the sound of his accent wrapped around her name echoing in her head. Now in the quiet of her apartment, among her things, the bubbling excitement she'd felt throughout the evening simmered down to a dreamy haze. 

She'd had one of the most fun nights she'd had since moving to the city, and it ended with her being taken care of by one of the most beautiful men she'd ever seen. After tugging off her boots, she pulled out the cash he'd given her, counting out the abundant amount of bills he'd passed off to her. Thumbing through them, she stopped when she reached the middle of the wad, where a thick white business card was tucked between. 

Separating the cash from the card, (Y/N) flipped it over to find black script printed over the paper. 

Harry Styles. 

She didn't even try to bite back the wide smile touching her lips.

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brigitte bardot, model, actress, and singer; a timeless icon of the 60's

ahhhhh! so happy to finally share this little part of bardot with you guys! once again this is a patreon exclusive with every part after this one only being available on my page! thank u sm for reading, sorry for any mistakes, and if you have any fun ideas please send them in!!!

[eliza-forget]

Do you have any advice or tips with drawing? Any will help me I hope you have a good day

I think it would help to analyze references in the beginning, to build up a visual library

I was taught at university to first see the general masses, the silhouette. This method is called “general to particular”. And due to this stage, it is much easier for you to perceive the image, the composition as a whole, rather than running straight away to draw eyes, hands or other details

Starting with a silhouette also helps to create character designs in the future ✍️

Then you can already outline the construction, the middle forms. Again without small details, but you can leave a hint of them with the help of auxiliary lines.

I don't really work with tone so much at this stage, I just showed you how you can even use it to outline light shading (also common masses)

It also helps to do chopped, rough construction with a couple lines. I would generally advise practicing confidence in hand movements and understanding of general shapes. How clean your sketches are will help you navigate more easily in the future. And general shapes affect mostly how you can stylize body parts, how you understand their construction based on simple geometric shapes. It's a mistake to think that working with a reference is a one-to-one repetition of the original image. Artists use some kind of distortion of proportions, changing details or a little pose based on experience to make a character or work more dynamic

And then you can go into detail 💅

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I mean, already as in my experience I say that repeating or re-learning the base, which is lines, shapes, improves your drawing skill.

Because the faster you get through sketches, the faster you can move on to other stages of drawing, and still make fewer fundamental mistakes

And if you want to study anatomy, plastic anatomy would be the way to go for artists. I worked up my anatomy by looking at books and tutorials from the authors belowotome ↓

The authors of this book post tutorials using 3D models on Pinterest and ArtStation

I realized for myself that I am not a classical artist, that learning from the works and books of old academic masters is boring and not interesting to me. My approach is to analyze not only nature, but also 3d models. Analysis of 3d models helps with understanding of shapes in space, light shading and “what are occlusions” for game rendering ↓

Like this :D. But this is already relatively my old work and now I can do better, but I'm lazy

I hope my tips were helpful 🗣️

[pja-party]

Happy Lunar New Year!

And to all artists:

Wishing all your drawings have clean line art, harmonious colors, perfect composition, balanced contrast, a great atmosphere, clear structure, well-organized shapes, smooth layering, expressive characters, dynamic poses, natural movement, rhythmic flow, solid keyframes, seamless effects, successful rendering, smooth saving, steady prosperity, and confident strokes with double the impact!

[midnightsilver]

How I Create my Art Compositions 🎨😄. Process under cut👇

Today I decided I wanted to draw an Octopus!Cas and I thought I’d make a post talking through how I put together a composition and get to a good draft stage ready for detailed painting.

All artists have their own way of doing things, so this isn’t the only way to do it! It’s just my way 😄 and maybe there will be something helpful here. (We are all learning from each other all the time. 👍😄)

So step 1. I needed some octopus references so I googled ‘octopus photos’. These were some of my favourite ones.

I’ve marked in green the dynamic flows of the pictures. I choose these because all of them have the tentacles framing the figure in a pleasing way and they draw the eye of the viewer into the centre of the picture.

In the end I choose the last image to use as my art reference (I was very tempted by the first one, it’s very dynamic, has loads of movement and drama and is a nice close up offering opportunity for great detail work, but the flow of the tentacles was a bit messy and the final picture gave me better vibes.)

This reference 👆 has great lines of flow (again drawn in green) and it would frame a central Cas figure nicely. I also like the way we are viewing it from below - a raised figure gives a sense of power and command. Plus when it’s lit from above there are lots of great opportunities to play with light and shadows contrasting between the above and below.

Step 2, I needed a reference for the Cas body. I could have searched male nude reference photos but I’m quite partial to classical Greek statues which gives a similar anatomical reference. So I googled ‘classical angle statues’. And these were some of my favourite results:

Again I’ve marked in green the dynamic flow. I was mostly concentrating on the images from the waist up (because octo Cas won’t have legs) but I still wanted lines of flow that would converge down to the waist (before spreading out into the tentacles.) I decided to go with the last image as a reference.

This statue is in contapposto pose (raised shoulder contrasts the dipped hip) it’s a classic hero pose in Ancient Greek art (think Michelangelo’s statue of David) it shows relaxed confidence but at the same time a readiness to move into action. And combined with a spear that invoked the idea of a trident, and a drape of flowing robes - this one was giving me all the vibes I needed.

step 3 I needed a Cas reference. When you want to superimpose the head of a specific character onto a pre-existing reference shape it’s very important that you match the existing planar angles. Copying a character’s head reference without matching the plains of alignment to your body reference will give a very disjointed unnatural feeling. So here I needed Cas references that matched my angel statue reference. So that’s a 3/4 profile, only one ear visible but 2 full eyes. Viewed from slightly below so that we see a little of the bottom of the chin and slightly up the nostrils. Below were the options I found.

And despite what I said about carefully matching the existing reference I choose again to go with the last image here.

The head is still in 3/4 profile in the same plain but I was really struck by the vibes from a bowed head and lowered gaze. Normally a hero looks off to the horizon (implies having great plans, great purposes etc) but a lowered gaze gives uncertainty and isolation which I think adds nice complexity to a Cas composition. It could also indicate an enemy threat from blow off screen which again adds depth to what might be going on in the art piece. But to use the lowered head I would need to adjust the position of the head in relation to the chest and shoulder (drop the chin low not keep it floating high on the neck) and to do that I would need to test and adjust my sketch as I went in order to make sure I didn’t get the weird dislocated head effect 😁

step 4 was making a Frankenstein-reference 🧟‍♂️. I grab all the references images I have chosen and I lay them on top of each other to get a feel of what they will look like together.

And if you squint and use your imagination you should now be able to see the end result. It seems like it will work to me, so using my frankenreference as a guide I start sketching.

This sketch a good start but the composition is too flat for me. I’ve drawn the main flow lines on in green. It’s okay but I find it boring. I want to frame the image more and add more lines of movement that draw in the eyes of the viewer and lead them on a journey 👀

I start by extending a tentacle, but it’s not enough. I need more! 😁 I bring more tentacles out and raise the spear and change it to an 45° anngle and finally I get a composition that speaks to me. (Compositions are a personal choice when it comes to art but thinking about where a viewers eyes might start and what part of the image they will next be drawn to, can help you as an artist decide what parts of the art to emphasis and what messages a viewer might get from your choices.)

step 5 is to reduce the opacity of my initial sketch and to start drawing a neat version on a clean top layer.

As I draw I refer back to my individual references for any details I want to capture. And every so often I turn off my messy sketch layer and zoom out so I can get a clear view of how the neat draft is shaping up.

(I know I said this was the ‘neat’ version but if I try and do clean line work I will be here till Christmas! I’m going to be painting over my sketch when I do my top coat paint later, so this is as neat as my ‘neat’ version needs to be.) (if you are an illustrator not a painter, you spend longer doing the neat line work, but probably less time than me doing the colouring and texture work.👍😊)

At this point I decided I wanted just a little bit more (lol for me, more is more! 😂). I made octo cas a squid hybrid because I wanted to add some shape to the end of his tentacles. And then I added a cloak floating in the water behind him. (Echoes the hero’s cape and angel wings) - I really liked the lines of flow this final composition gave:

but even for me the robes might be too much. To counteract this I will make them a sheer gossamer material. It should add an ethereal vibe without overwhelming the image. So next I added my base block colours but set the floating robes on their own layer and set them to low opacity.

And there we have it, a good draft stage. This took me about an hour of faffing about with google searches and about 40mins of drawing (mostly because I was testing and adjusting the composition as I went along. If I’m drafting a composition that very closely matches a reference picture then it’s much quicker to draw.)

From this stage I know I’m happy with the composition and individual picture elements, so all I have to do is settle down and paint the details on top of the base. (Clipping layers are awesome when you have a good base. They stop you colouring outside the lines so you can just relax and concentrate on colours and textures 😁.)

But that is for another day! I’ll let you know how I get on 👍 Anyway I hope you have enjoyed seeing how I put together my art ideas. And maybe it gave you some inspiration for setting up your own compositions. Or maybe you have a totally different way of composing your art! But however you are doing it, I wish you very happy Arting my friends! Y’all Stay Awesome 👋😄

-Midnight

[ephemii]

I absolutely ADORE your art style!! I've really wanted to draw my own twst OC, but I can't draw, and I'm trying to learn how. Do you have any tips on how to get started or any anatomy bases that I can try to learn? No pressure! Have a great day!!

hello! Thank you so much for the kind words! 🩷

And as for your question, I'll try my best to explain, as I don't really have the time or resources to give a visual explanation. I hope that's alright! ^^;

as a basis I would suggest you start from the very basics in order to be able to get the hang of anatomy. A good way to do that is by practicing how to draw mainly cubes and cylinders in different angles. You'll also find many tutorials or free websites from esteemed artists that teach you how to add flexibility to these otherwise static shapes, like how to draw a 3d rectangle as if it was twisting— which you will then be able to translate into a person's torso later on!

References are also important, obviously. You can go to websites like Line Of Action or Bodies In Motion for dynamic poses, or even just search on Pinterest for some poses to practice with. Break down the bodies into simple 3d shapes atop each other, practicing on how to angle them or implement them into the line of action needed to draw whatever pose you want (the line of action being a dynamic line that helps you determine the movement of the body and the flow of the captured motion iydk)

You will need to practice with this a lot until you gain the confidence to exaggerate the movement and master how to make the flow of movement look natural and dynamic, the confidence in your lines will improve with time as well. Another suggestion is also seeing archives from animation studios like Disney or gobelins to see what their sketches look like and imitating them to get a good idea on how their lines were drawn— the facial expressions and their exaggerations will also help you gain a primary idea of how expressions can be presented, and in the future you can make it more natural if you'd like, depending on your preference.

Aside from that, the internet also has no shortage of tutorial videos on art basics and anatomy tips— just know what to watch first so that you don't stress yourself out on things you still haven't mastered :) (let it be known that "mastered" doesn't necessarily mean that it has to be art museum levels of perfection— what's important is what you are comfortable with and consider to be your favored result or style) :]

I wish I could have given a more in-depth advice, but I'm self taught and half of the things I picked up or learned were from more than a decade of practice and under my belt,, I pretty much grew up on the internet, so i would always try and copy drawings that I really liked so I can try to the best of my abilities to reach their level, and the more I practiced, the more the basic idea gets fixed in my mind, and I can implement it in a different way in my own original drawings!

I'm still personally re-learning drawing basics as I'm now in my first year of fine arts, so even I have some room for improvement. It's very cliche of me to say, but the more you practice and the more resources you look into, the more opportunities you will have for improvement and learning :)

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

✏️ + drawing hands?

Thx Gramma! :DD

/nf

Hands are really tricky, and the problem is I LOVE drawing them, so it comes natural to me, but I'll try my best to explain!

Draw an inverted trapezoid with a round upper side. That is very important to get the length of the fingers.;

Add an inverted triangle on one side of the trapezoid. Depending on the side, you can draw left or right hand!;

BALLS! Following the shape of the upper half, draw an arc and place 5 little circles on it. One MUST be on the triangle, two must be close to the edges of the trapezoid, and the other two must be at the same distance (more or less) from the two circles at the sides. Then, draw another arc above the first one but covering only the 4 circles on the trapezoid;

Add lines! The circles are the joints, so you need to 2 "curve" the lines there (or you can go straight if you want to draw a full hand signing "stop"). The tips of the fingers are round, usually, I make them sharper for females and rounder for males, but you can mix things around!

PERSPECTIVE! By putting in perspective trapezoid and triangle, you can draw any type of hand in any position, basically!

TIP: I suggest copying or tracing hands from photos to help your hand muscles and brain get used to and confident with the movements needed to draw hands. If a pose is too difficult, I usually snap a photo of my hand in the pose I want and copy it (or trace it if I get too frustrated, lmao).

For KND hands!

No Trapezoid here, we square up like kids!

Draw a square with VEEERY soft angles, and add circles on the top and side for the fingers. Side one is shorter, other ones follow an arc above them (like the normal hand)

Wave is the way! Before drawing, exercise drawing waves, because that's the key! They must be larger on top and smaller on the bottom side;

Or, you can draw 3 circles between the main 4 fingers on top of the square and a little triangle between the thumb and the index finger;

Connect everything following the lines! Remember the waves: bigger on the tip, smaller on the bottom! No straight line, curve everything! Oh, also wrists are just like... sticks, lmao, best feature of the show!

I think that's all!

Remember, if a pose is too hard, google that stuff and copy or trace it to exercise and get used to it!

[nalonzooo]

you’re one of my favourite artists and one of the reasons I want to start drawing!!! >.< I’ve started and it’s a bit difficult but fun!!

I was wondering if you had any tips on how to draw face shapes and dynamic poses? I love the way you draw face shapes and the actual expressions!!! (it’s always so hard for me 😭) and your poses are super cute!!!

YAAYY NEW ARTIST🥳!! i’m SO happy to hear this -

and absolutely i’d love to share what i’ve come to learn (so far!) re: face shapes and poses as a hobby artist ^^

just to preface everything, when it comes to giving art advice there’s always a general disclaimer that there’s no right way to do art, in the end you should do what you like to do! sometimes i like to think of art as problem-solving, and there are many ways to tackle specific problems <3

for face shapes and expressions - lately i love to reference and do studies of Ami Thompson and Shiyoon Kim’s character design and expression sheets for Spiderverse. these are INCREDIBLY evocative and useful. you can study these expressions and poses and try to recreate them on different characters, and you’ll notice the difference in eye shapes, face shapes, noses, etc; studying these differences is what will help us avoid same face syndrome. what i generally like to do is find art that i like - comic/manga panels, fan art, anything i want to learn how to draw like - and copy it into my sketchbook for personal practice and study to see what elements i can incorporate into my own drawing.

another tip - any medium is good for drawing, but i highly suggest esp when you’re starting - learn to draw with ink! drawing traditionally and with something unerasable will help with your draftsmanship and line confidence. it’ll be wonky at first but you learn to be deliberate with every stroke. tbh becoming a digital artist has deteriorated my draftsmanship and has made me heavy-handed, and it’s something i’m trying to consciously remedy right now. digital art is highly convenient and best for sharing, but when i do studies i stick to pen and paper :)

as for poses - one v important thing i learned in creating dynamic art is to “push” or exaggerate the poses. what you see in a photo reference - if you try to draw that 1:1 on paper, it doesn’t always translate well—the energy is not always captured, and it usually looks so stiff. what is in 3D has to be translated a different way to 2D. so “push” it to create more energy - exaggerate the movements - even if they’re just standing, you can make it dynamic by being conscious of how they’re standing (where the weight is balanced, push one hip up, make them lean one direction, for example). i doodled some examples here:

^ first one is gojo just standing; now how i would “push” this pose is to show him putting more of his weight on one hip and maybe putting his opposite foot up a bit to suggest some movement (and balance). the third one is just a bit more variation where his body is still putting weight more on one side, his feet are more glued to the ground, but i put his hand out to do his signature victory sign just for a bit of flair. so it’s a lot of figuring out how to convey balance and weight and movement and personality :) start with exaggerating the pose - then you can create more and more dynamic art from there ^^

pushing and exaggerating applies to facial expressions, too! instead of merely drawing someone with a smile, try tilting their head a little sideways (and show how their hair might move as well bc of this), add some blush, raise their shoulders a bit, etc).

and i 100% recommend taking gesture drawing classes for dynamic poses ^^ there are a lot of artists who have draw-with-me tutorials on youtube, and i personally like to use line-of-action.com for timed sessions.

i hope this is helpful in even a little way—good luck on your drawing journey and remember to trust the process bc progress is def not linear as an artist but deliberate practice and studies WILL help you! <3

[aerequets]

Do you have any tips on how to draw different poses? Any kind of movement just fucks me up so bad 😭😭

hoo boy poses! an eternally difficult frustrating teeth clenching jaw aching part of drawing 🤩 JK but i def get where you are coming from. i was trying to think of the best way to reply to this and just ended up making a whole step by step of my process LOL

BEFORE WE BEGIN THOUGH i should mention that i am NOT a professional, nor have i learned these techniques anywhere other than the internet and so there's obviously room for improvement and this is not the end-all-be-all, just how i personally draw poses ATM.

now with that out of the way! keep reading for my tutorial on posing :D

i figured the best way to show this would be to take one of my old drawings and repurpose it. so:

rayla. january 11 2020 rayla. she looks a lil smug maybe? a lil confident? her arms are crossed and her head is kinda tilted and her expression seems that way, but all in all it's kinda grey. this is the first thing you should do when making a pose for your character:

what is your character feeling?

define it clearly. are they angry? close their pose up, cross their arms. happy? open it up, give them big gestures. lazy or tired? slouching, etc. posing is pretty much just body language so figure out what you want your character to say when they aren't speaking.

now i'll just show what the base sketch for this drawing looks like:

that's fine and all, the building blocks are there, but now i'm gonna redraw it and show what i would do differently now:

what's different about this sketch from the first one? three main things which i will break down!

The Lines

when i say "the lines", i mean the horizontal lines of the body if that makes sense? i'm sure there's an actual term or something, but basically, the parts of your body that can tilt. don't make these parallel! that can end up making the character look unbalanced and unnatural, or stiff if the lines are just flat. in the 2020 sketch, they aren't parallel, but they aren't exaggerated either. the more you exaggerate the differences in your posing, the more dynamic it will look. so in this sketch, i've exaggerated them more. gotta make rayla look real cocky yk

The Blobs

when i used to sketch bases for my characters, it would be a bunch of boxes and rectangles connected by sticks. i stopped doing that and it helped. human bodies are soft and squishy and curvy, we aren't robots with metal edges. drawing the base shapes as blobs personally helps me with getting rid of stiffness in the pose. lots of ppl make the boxy method work though, so if that's what you wanna do, by all means.

another thing i noted is "forget about the limbs". limbs are basically just branches, so if you get caught up in drawing them before their foundation (torso + lower half) is down, it could look wonky. get the basis down first, and then go on with the joints and limbs.

The Line (Singular)

AKA the line of action, which is a very popular term + method for posing. this is basically a line that runs down the spine, and the more bendy/curvy it is, the more dynamic your pose will look. tbh in the sketch i did right now it's not very action-y, but rayla is also just standing there, so if you want to do a fighting pose or something similar make sure the line of action is hella curved. even for stationary poses though, a little curve is helpful.

so! with these things in mind, i redid (extremely very roughly lol) the drawing. let's see the difference:

eyy hows that? she looks a helluva lot more arrogant! lol jk. but we can definitely get a better grasp of her character from the first image than the second. ofc there are other factors at play here like line weight and expression, but nevertheless, a few small tweaks go a long way.

anyways this got kinda long but i hope i could be of help!

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

The Heart of a Wanderer V

Emissary

Read the previous part here

A/N: Just a baby update this time but the next chapter is shaping up to be a little chonkier (for my standards, anyway). Also, the next chapter is Azriel's POV 👀

1.8k words.

“This must be Beron’s work.”

“How can you be so sure? Eris-”

“You let your hatred of Eris blind you to the obvious, brother.”

“And you let your foolish naivety of his perceived alliance blind you to his true colours.”

The two Illyrian’s glowered at each other from opposite ends of the long table, the chamber thrust into a state of weighted, stubborn silence. Elain’s eyes darted back and forth between Rhys’ quiet confidence, his face not revealing a glimmer of emotion as he lounged in his ornate chair lazily, and Azriel’s icy rage, glimmering harshly just below the surface of his skin but always stalwartly kept in check.

He never let himself lose control of his feelings, never let anyone see what lay beneath his handsome features, but for Azriel’s standards, he was currently downright livid. He remained still as a statue, his fingertips resting on the cool surface of that obsidian table, his torso hunched over slightly, his mighty wings half unfurled and tense as they quivered at his back.

“This is Beron’s work,” Rhys repeated, each word punctuated by a pointed pause.

Azriel clicked his tongue in dismay and straightened, his wings snapping in tightly with the sudden movement.

“Maybe so, but it still poses the question; why has Eris not told you of it? He is General of his father’s armies, is he not? I’m sure we would have heard if he had been demoted. Elain saw the hounds attacking, they are Eris’ hounds. Do not attempt to tell me he has no knowledge of his father’s movements when his armies were witnessed to be involved,” Azriel countered coolly.

Rhys considered him for a moment, his mind thinking over all the possibilities before Azriel’s harsh voice rang out in the chamber again.

“My attention has been cast over the sea for too long, I failed to see the uprising happening in our own backyard,” the Shadowsinger ground out, a note of self-hatred lining his words.

Elain wanted to reach out to him, let him know it wasn’t his fault. She wanted to comfort him; she knew Azriel would be taking the knowledge of this information as a failure on his part for not finding it out sooner. But she refrained from moving to him, fisting the hand that itched to reach for him in the skirts of her gown instead.

“I requested you dispatch yourself on the Continent, Azriel. This is in no way your fault.”

The Continent. So that’s where Azriel had been the last week, and most likely not his first reconnaissance mission there either, by the sounds of it. Elain wondered what he was doing there, whom he had been watching and spying on. Were they still keeping tabs on Kochei throughout his silence? Elain internally chastised herself.  She had been gone for so long, she should have asked Rhys and Feyre on more details about this upon her return, about what the latest murmurings were from that entire mess.

“It is my duty as Spymaster of the Night Court to know the movements of our enemies.”

“Eris is not our enemy,” Rhys countered.

“That, perhaps, is still up for debate,” Azriel responded stubbornly, “but Beron is.”

Rhys hummed in agreeance, conceding that point to his brother.

“I’ll call upon Eris to meet with us at once. Get to the bottom of this issue,” Rhys uttered, before turning to her and concluding, “Thank you, Elain, for this information.”

It sounded like a dismissal. Elain was confused. They had been squabbling about Eris and Beron when there was clearly a more pressing issue at hand.

She watched Rhys as he stood from his chair, her eyes wide and glued to her sister’s mate. “Should we not warn the inhabitants of the Spring Court?” she blurted. “Even if their High Lord remains incapacitated. There are innocent fairies in those lands.”

Elain thought of all the kind folk she had met on her travels, all the citizens of each territory, blindly being swept up in the greedy schemes of those more powerful than them. Elain’s eyes darted between Rhysand and Azriel, both remaining unnervingly still after she had spoken.

Rhys hesitated, having the consciousness of mind to look marginally remorseful. Azriel looked upon her with something akin to sympathy. Her brow furrowed. Elain had written to Rhys about this, months ago. They people of Spring were scared, concerned. He knew.

“Elain… before we discuss this with Eris, we cannot make any moves that may show our hand. If we warn Tamlin and the Spring Court of this possibility, it can fracture our delicate ties with Autumn. Eris may see this as a slight and we need him on our side,” Rhysand placated, explaining the situation to her carefully, his eyes willing her to understand.

Elain’s ears rang, a cold sensation slithering down into the pit of her stomach. Her heart thundered against her ribcage; he couldn’t be serious... All that destruction! All that blood! Beron would take that territory by force, she knew it, she had seen it.

“You truly do not intend to help all those innocent people? They have done nothing wrong!” Her voice came out high, panicked, but strong.

“Sometimes, Rhysand, it is worth risking those tenuous treaties. Particularly when those you believe you are… allied with, act in a manner that may tell you they perhaps wish not to be,” Azriel said somewhat pointedly.

Again, Elain’s eyes were left to volley back and forth as the Illyrians stared daggers at one another. There was clearly some tension between the two, which seemed to have stemmed from a time prior to this meeting. Azriel was concerned with the contents of her vision, she knew it troubled him, but there seemed to be something else they were disagreeing on…

She wondered what that could be about, before she got tired of their male posturing. Elain pierced Rhysand with a look, ensuring her voice rang out confidently, ricocheting strongly off the dark stone walls. “There are many faeries in those parts that have nothing to do with any alliances or political games. You will just let them die in the crossfire? And if he succeeds, what is there to then stop Beron from going further? Taking Spring and in turn marching his armies into human lands.”

Rhys peeled his violet eyes away from his brother, Azriel standing still as a statue at her side, having not taken his icy glare off his High Lord. Lesser males would have crumpled under the weight of that stare. Rhysand, however, withstood it, matching his brother’s cold mask with his own.

“We are stretched thin as it is, Elain. We cannot call armies into the Spring court at the moment. Not with everything else happening across Illyria and the Continent,” Rhys countered, though she could hear the strain behind his even voice. He didn’t like that decision, but…he saw that he had little choice otherwise. He was pulled taught between his territory and his duty, and what was right; for the greater good. The curse of a High Lord.

“So, call for help, you have friends Rhysand. You always forget you do. You have true allies and comrades across Prythian, call for guidance, call for another opinion, but I have been given this information for a reason. And I’m sure this vision was shown to me as a warning, for us to act, not to sit on our behinds and let it come to fruition!”

Azriel’s earlier words regarding her power rang clear in her mind, and from the corner of her eye she could see a glimmer of pride in his expression as he witnessed her plight. It made something inside of her glow with pride for herself. She was fighting. She was doing something right.

Rhys’ gaze raked over her again, like it had when they were standing in Azriel’s bathroom, when he had regarded her with intrigue after winnowing such a long distance, searching her face for something she knew not. He tilted his head in consideration, his violet eyes flickering before he responded to her heated argument.

“You’re right, Elain. I grew so used to being the feared High Lord of Night for so many centuries, I forget that I have exposed what lies beneath the mask. I will reach out to Helion, but it will have to wait a few days due to some pressing meet- “

“No!” Elain cut in desperately. All those innocent faeries! They could not wait to act on this, she couldn’t know for sure how soon this attack could take place, but she knew it wouldn’t be far off. “I can go.”

“Go?” Rhysand questioned; his handsome face twisted into a look of surprise.

“To Helion. I can go to the Day Court and speak to him. We came to…know each other better when I was visiting in his court months ago. I know he will graciously welcome me back.”

Azriel regarded her with suspicious eyes, one brow hitched on his forehead at her words. She glanced toward him before looking away quickly. She needn’t share with them about the intricate details of her travels abroad. But she was certain Helion would welcome her to his palace again. Even though it would be business this time, rather than pleasure.

“I can go with her,” Azriel cut in, before his High Lord could object to her offer. She nodded her head in thanks, grateful that Azriel had her back, believed in her cause. Rhys’ piercing eyes darted to his brother.

“Very well, Elain. Go to Helion, tell him of what you’ve seen. Ask him his advice for what moves he would make next. But please ensure his discretion. I do not trust this information in anyone else’s hands. At least not until I have had a chance to confront Eris.”

Elain breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” she regaled.

Rhys merely inclined his head. “I should thank you. Emissary to the Night Court has proven to be a difficult position to keep filled. Perhaps I had been overlooking the most suitable person for the job this entire time.”

Elain startled slightly at the words of praise coming from her brother-in-law. That he saw her capable, trusted her with such an important mission.

“I will represent your Court with utmost respect, Rhysand,” she answered, her head held high.

“I have no doubt you will,” Rhys replied with a small smile. “You should head home. Leave tomorrow after you have prepared. You’ll both need rest.”

Rhys eyed Azriel pointedly, the Shadowsinger nodding his head curtly in response to whatever silent order the High Lord had surely given him. Sweeping his hazel gaze across the cold chamber once more Azriel silently extended a scarred hand toward her. Elain clasped his fingers in hers as he once again allowed his shadows to engulf them, winnowing them both home.

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[rusty-courage]

Hi, I love your work and art style, it is so cool. I was just wondering what animation program you use? and any tips for beginner animators or artists?

Hi, thank you! I work in ToonBoom Harmony.

I get asked a lot to give advice for beginners, and there's a lot of different skills that need to be developed to be an animator.

The first one is just a general skill in drawing. Drawing from life (looking at an object in real life and getting its likeness down on paper) is one of the biggest ways to learn. If you want to be a character animator, that means drawing people. Over and over and over and over again. In different poses, different body shapes, different mannerisms, etc. There are websites that give you figure drawing references that are super helpful. Challenge yourself- try to get down difficult poses. draw those hands.

(And when I say draw from life, I mean either irl or images of irl things. Learning from life is much much better for your foundational skills than trying to draw based on other people's drawings. However when you have achieved the basics and are looking to cultivate your style, looking at other artist's styles and their depiction of people can be useful to help find yours.)

When I was in college I took a figure drawing class that had us sit in a theater with a model on stage who constantly changed poses for us to draw. We would do timed challenges: Draw their pose in 5 minutes. Their next pose, draw it in 2. Then 1. Then get their pose drawn in 30 seconds. 15 seconds. 10. 5. And then start over.

I think doing that exercise was one of the best ways I learned personally. Because it taught me not to hesitate, to not overthink what I'm doing, and to put down lines with confidence. I also drew with a pen so I couldn't erase anything. Building drawing confidence will make your projects look better.

After gaining foundations in drawing people, the next step would be to research the principles of animation. Here's a good reference video that explains them better than I could: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDqjIdI4bF4

In my opinion, the most important principle is the slow in and slow out, explained at 11:17 in the video. While the other principles are still important, I find myself always falling back on this one. Having a character's movements ease in and out is crutial to making something really come to life. Otherwise things look very mechanical.

And of course, practice practice practice. It will be bad at first. That's normal. But keep going. I have a folder full of old animations from before I got to college and learned the principles, and it made a world of difference.

Good luck!

[hiteshmalpani]

The Rise of Fashion Photography in Jaipur: Trends and Techniques

In recent years, Jaipur has emerged as a vibrant hub for fashion photography, attracting both local and international talent. The city’s rich cultural heritage, stunning architecture, and unique landscapes create the perfect backdrop for fashion shoots, making it a prime location for fashion photographers. One such notable figure in this scene is Hitesh Malpani, a renowned Fashion Photographer in Jaipur, who has played a pivotal role in shaping the industry.

The Growing Importance of Fashion Photography

Fashion photography is no longer just about showcasing garments; it’s about creating a narrative that connects with the audience. With the rise of social media platforms like Instagram and Pinterest, the demand for captivating images has skyrocketed. Brands are increasingly turning to professional Fashion Photographers in Jaipur to help them tell their stories visually. This shift has led to a surge in creative styles and techniques that are pushing the boundaries of traditional fashion photography.

Unique Trends in Jaipur’s Fashion Photography

1. Cultural Fusion

Jaipur's rich cultural heritage offers an abundance of inspiration for fashion photography. Many photographers, including Hitesh Malpani, are blending traditional Rajasthani elements with modern fashion trends. This fusion not only celebrates the local culture but also appeals to a broader audience. Expect to see vibrant colors, intricate patterns, and traditional attire juxtaposed with contemporary designs, creating a visually stunning narrative.

2. Use of Natural Light

In the realm of fashion photography, lighting plays a crucial role. Many Fashion Photographers in Jaipur are embracing natural light to enhance the authenticity of their images. The golden hour, just before sunset, provides a soft, diffused light that beautifully highlights the textures and colors of clothing. This technique adds depth and warmth to the photographs, making them more engaging and relatable.

3. Bold Color Palettes

The use of bold color palettes is a significant trend in Jaipur’s fashion photography. With the city’s vibrant streets and colorful buildings, photographers are experimenting with striking hues to create a sense of drama and excitement. Hitesh Malpani, known for his keen eye for color, often incorporates these vivid shades into his work, ensuring that the images stand out in a saturated market.

4. Conceptual Photography

Conceptual photography is gaining traction in Jaipur as brands look for unique ways to showcase their collections. This trend involves creating a narrative or theme that complements the fashion being presented. For instance, a shoot might explore themes of empowerment, sustainability, or cultural heritage, allowing the fashion to resonate on a deeper level. A skilled Fashion Photographer in Jaipur can effectively convey these concepts through thoughtful composition and creative direction.

Techniques that Elevate Fashion Photography

1. Dynamic Posing

Capturing movement in fashion photography can create a sense of life and energy. Many photographers are experimenting with dynamic poses that tell a story. This technique encourages models to interact with their surroundings, whether it’s twirling in a flowing dress or striding confidently through a market. Hitesh Malpani often utilizes this approach to bring a sense of realism and vibrancy to his images.

2. Storytelling through Composition

The composition of a photograph can significantly impact its narrative. Fashion photographers in Jaipur are mastering the art of composition, using techniques like the rule of thirds and leading lines to draw viewers into the story. By thoughtfully arranging elements within the frame, they create images that are not only visually appealing but also rich in meaning.

3. Post-Production Enhancements

Post-production plays a vital role in modern fashion photography. Photographers are utilizing editing software to enhance colors, adjust lighting, and refine details. While maintaining authenticity is essential, subtle enhancements can elevate the final image. A Fashion Photographer in Jaipur like Hitesh Malpani understands the balance between retouching and realism, ensuring that the essence of the subject remains intact.

Conclusion

The rise of fashion photography in Jaipur reflects a blend of cultural richness and modern creativity. As the demand for high-quality visual content continues to grow, the city is poised to become a key player in the fashion photography scene. With talented photographers like Hitesh Malpani leading the way, Jaipur is not only preserving its heritage but also embracing contemporary trends. For brands looking to capture the essence of their collections, partnering with a skilled Fashion Photographer in Jaipur is an essential step toward creating impactful visuals that resonate with audiences.

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Ready for the Stage: The Ideal Pageant Dress

Evening gowns for pageants are more than just sophisticated clothing; they are potent symbols of self-assurance, style, and uniqueness. Your dress is more important than you are in the competitive world of beauty pageants. It must fit your personality, accentuate your body, and leave an effect on the audience and judges alike. This guide will assist you in selecting the ideal gown that embodies the crown-worthy appearance you deserve, regardless of your level of pageant experience.

The Significance of the Evening Gown Round

First impressions are very important in pageants. Contestants have the opportunity to showcase their grace, composure, and charisma in the evening gown section. Judges look at how well the gown fits, how you move in it, and how confidently you wear it in addition to the garment's style. A well-chosen gown makes you stand out, accentuates your best qualities, and represents your individual style.

How to Pick the Greatest Pageant Evening Gowns

1. Recognize your body type and make appropriate choices.

The correct gown silhouette can balance your proportions and highlight your best features. Here's a brief summary:

Hourglass shape: To accentuate your curves, wear trumpet or mermaid gowns.

A-line dresses that balance your top and lower body are ideal for pear-shaped bodies.

Rectangular shape: To create dimension, choose styles with a defined waist or embellishments.

Apple shape: A pleasing appearance can be achieved with flowing fabrics or empire waistlines.

2. Select the Proper Fabric

A gown's appearance and movement under stage lights are significantly influenced by the fabric selection. Popular choices include of:

Satin: lustrous and silky; ideal for a crisp, defined silhouette.

Chiffon: Perfect for delicate, romantic gowns, it's light and flowing.

Velvet: opulent and dramatic; ideal for daring fashion statements or winter pageants.

Beading and sequins: Stunning in the dark; ideal for contenders who are glam-conscious.

3. Pick a Color That Goes Well with Your Skin Tone The tone

One of your gown's most striking and noticeable features is color. The following are some classic pageant colors and their effects:

Red: Vibrant, self-assured, and striking.

Ivory or white: Traditional, pristine, and divine.

Emerald green or royal blue: Stylish and strong.

Nude or blush pink: delicate, romantic, and understated.

Gold and silver metallics: dazzling and dazzling.

4. Pay Attention to the Details

A gown can be enhanced by unique design elements, but moderation is essential. Consider:

Necklines: V-neck, halter, off-the-shoulder, and sweetheart are all common pageant styles.

Back designs: Drama and intrigue are added by open, illusion, or detailed backs.

Trains and slits: A train adds regal majesty, while a well-chosen slit can lengthen legs.

Embellishments: Lace appliqués, beads, and sequins can all improve the gown; just don't overdo it.

5. Give Comfort and Mobility First Priority

Beauty is important, but so is functionality. Your gown should be secure and comfortable because you will be strolling, posing, and possibly answering questions while wearing it. Check your dress for:

Simple motion

Breathability

Weight (wearing gowns with a lot of beads can be exhausting)

Safety (particularly around the hips and bust)

Popular Designs for Pageant Evening Gowns (2025)

A winning gown should strike the perfect mix between being both fashionable and classic. The following are some popular trends:

Overlays and capes: Give an air of grandeur and drama.

Elegance and modernism are combined with high slits and elegant designs.

Gowns with one shoulder: Provides asymmetry and individuality.

Eco-friendly textiles: Ideal for competitors who care about the environment.

Textured monochrome: Consider all-black or all-white dresses with beading and layered textiles.

Which Is Better, Custom or Off-the-Rack?

Personalized Gowns

Tailored to your interests and body

Distinctive appearance

Usually more expensive but more accurately fitted

Gowns Off the Rack

Faster and less expensive

Changes might be necessary.

Excellent for regional or local pageants

Adding Accessories to Your Pageant Dress

Accessories should enhance your appearance without detracting from your dress.

Earrings: If your gown is basic, choose standout pieces; if it is heavily adorned, choose understated pieces.

If bracelets or rings aren't a part of your defining look, keep them simple.

Shoes: Most gowns look good with metallic or nude shoes. Make sure the straps are secure and comfortable.

Hair and makeup: Make sure your makeup is suitable for stage lighting and photos, and match your hairstyle to your neckline.

Avoid These Pageant Gown Mistakes

Disregarding the pageant's clothing code: Be sure to read the rules as some pageants have rigorous requirements.

Blindly following trends: Not every body type or stage responds well to every trend.

Fashion over function: Comfort and mobility are equally as important as fashion.

Not preparing for changes: A poorly fitting gown may make even the nicest dress look unflattering.

Too many accessories: Let the dress do the talking. Accessories ought to be complimentary rather than overpowering.

Conclusion 

The ideal pageant evening gown is about more than simply glitz; it's about how you feel wearing it. True pageant magic occurs when you select a gown that helps you smile more brightly, walk more smoothly, and stand higher.

[crafticocreation]

Powerful depictions of lions will unveil dignity along with invincible power.

From any corner of the world, people recognize the lion as a bold beast that embodies high power, along with brave character and noble status. The "King of the Jungle" status of this animal has motivated artists from various parts of the world since ancient times. People use lion artwork to enhance interior spaces because these pieces bring an imposing, dominant appearance, which instantly boosts the visual appeal of the room. People who like realistic painted lion faces, together with fans of abstract artwork, will both find something suitable because lion paintings match different personality types and artistic preferences.

Lion Artwork: A Statement of Power

Through artwork, people express their leadership qualities combined with inner strength beyond decorative purposes. A lion painting will silently project power along with confidence and vision whenever you decide to display it in your home office, studio, or living room. A lion directs its focused and fearless gaze with great intensity.

Craftico Creations dedicates precise handmade techniques to create artistic works that represent the essence of lions. Each brushstroke deepens the eyes along with the mane and powerful pose of the roaring lion until every artwork demands attention.

Painted Lion Face: Realism at Its Best

The painted lion face allows viewers to experience direct contact with the animal that leads all other beasts. In these artistic pieces, the painters choose to highlight the deep, intense eyes that embody the wholehearted spirit of the lion. Striking details about the mane's movement, along with the animal's intense facial expression, create an almost living presence of the lion in the artwork.

The image of a painted lion works perfectly with spaces that have modern as well as rustic interior decor styles. Position such artwork above your fireplace, behind your desk, or in your personal space to receive the benefits of bravery and determination. Someone viewing a painted lion face will gain strength through its impact and stay centered while staying alert with an unfaltering courage among challenges.

The Encounter of Wild Animals with Creative Elements in Abstract Lion Art

The abstract lion painting creates an artistic choice that appeals to people who want a contemporary edge to their home decor. These paintings utilize the standard lion shape while fusing it with intense color schemes and eye-catching lines, as well as original texturized elements. The combination creates a forceful, attractive blend that combines dynamism with class.

Contemporary homes, together with creative studios, make excellent spaces to display abstract lion painting styles due to their ability to stand out with bold visuals. Paintings of abstract lions feature both vibrant colors and unintentional elements that represent bold artistic spirit alongside personal brilliance.

Select the Lion Painting Which Captivates You

A lion painting suits preferences for wildlife enthusiasts as well as powerful image collectors and those who wish to boost their confidence in their space. A lion painting brings dual benefits to your decor since it reinforces both visual appeal and brings profound meanings about strength and leadership and courage.

The artists of Craftico Creations dedicate careful artistic passion to designing their unique lion paintings. The artistic value of our collection ranges from defined drawings of lion faces to multiple abstract pieces featuring lions as their subject.

Your home awaits the inclusion of this royal statement. The exclusive lion artwork collection at Craftico Creations brings wild nature to your walls through exceptional pieces made for those who embrace life with bravery and fearlessness.

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