#really awesome question the answer is

[lanabenikosdoormat]

soloing azteca and khrysalis as an ice type beat

[ai-the-broccoli]

enemies to lovers / but you'll never own my heart

@luzon-dove happy birthday, Quinn!! As a present, I decided to draw a piece fanart of your "blood in the walls of the yagami house" AU fic series, since I found it very well-written and full of super interesting ideas and concepts. I hope you like it!

[robinsceramics]

how do you get all those little markings to stay put on your sculptures?? i admit i dont have much experience with ceramics, but i could never get clean lines with the glaze!

Great question! I don't know if anyone could do what I do with glaze; you'd have to be some kind of master worker or something, lol. The color markings on my sculptures aren't glaze—they're actually made using pigments, "stains" that can be painted onto bare clay and then covered with clear glaze.

Here, I'll put some pictures and explanation below the cut if you want to see the studio setup I have for this:

okay! so! I've got a lot of Mason Stains, which are powders specially made to survive the kiln heat and retain their color. I keep them on this shelf here, like so:

(my studio setup is in my bedroom, thus the open closet door next to my Stains Shelf.)

Anyway, next I take the powder pigment and mix it a little at a time with liquid starch, which is a pain but makes it less likely that I will accidentally touch the sculpture wrong and have all the powder come off onto my fingers like normal dust.

I then apply the pigment to the sculpture with a paintbrush and, if necessary, edit my lines by scraping the pigment back off with a sharp needle-point tool. Scraping the pigment off is how I do things like the white fur markings on the werewolf sculpture!

You can see the full process of my sculpture painting below with the the werewolf. Step 1 is to make the body; step 2 is to put pigments on; and step 3 is to add clear glaze and fire it!

You can also see how the pigments rest underneath the glaze in this photo of a moon bunny, where you can see how the clear glaze cracked ("crackled") as it cooled. The glaze also developed little bubbles, which you can see above the blue pigment in the inside of the bunny's ear. <3

[loosesodamarble]

Hi soda , I love your Nacht x reader headcanons. I have a request. How would nacht feel and react if his s/o wakes him up by peppering him with kisses.

Aaaaawwwww~! Thank you very much, Anon! I'm glad there are Nacht lovers out there who enjoy the Nacht love that I put out! And I'm more than happy to write a little more!

Thank you for your patience on this ask. I hope you, and anyone else who finds this post, enjoy these Nacht x reader thoughts.

..........

Waking Nacht Faust with kisses

To be honest, I headcanon Nacht as sleeping like the dead. Once he's asleep, he's still as a stone and not easy to wake.

Nacht's s/o has asked if it's some kind of effect from his devil contracts and he'd say that it isn't. He's just always been that way.

The only things that can wake him are either just naturally stirring awake, being thrown out of bed, or an incredible loud sound directly to his ears.

So when it comes to morning kisses, Nacht's s/o would have to patiently wait for him to rouse before they started any kind of affection.

(Unless his s/o wants to kiss Nacht for a good fifteen minutes while he's still asleep. But where's the fun in that?/lh)

Once they get the first sign of Nacht waking, usually it's a small groan or his face scrunching up, then it begins.

There's always a "good morning" whispered first so Nacht knows that it's his partner greeting him.

After that greeting comes a little kiss to his temple, followed by a trail of little pecks along his jawline.

His s/o probably has a hand on his chest or caressing the other side of his face. Regardless, Nacht, even in his groggy, just-woken-up state would be able find their hand and hold it with his own.

Nacht would let out a little sound, something between a sigh and a chuckle.

He would just let his s/o continue to kiss him. He's learned that rejecting affection doesn't do anyone good. It hurts his lover's feelings and makes him feel lonely.

Although, maybe if Nacht woke up feeling like a tease, he'd intentionally turn away from his s/o and make them "chase" him a little to give more kisses. Playing hard to get once in a while keeps things from getting boring in the relationship.

A smooch on the cheek. Feather-light kisses on his forehead. Maybe a little peck on the tip of his nose if his s/o is feeling especially playful.

His s/o would be ready to kiss Nacht on the lips, only for him to put his hand between their faces.

Nacht, fully awake at that point (probably was fully awake earlier but only showing it now), would look at his s/o with a slight chiding expression.

"How very sweet of you. But the taste of morning breath certainly wouldn't be," he would remark.

"Mine or yours?" his partner would ask in reply. It's only a joke, both know that.

Once the couple have done their morning routine, only then would Nacht kiss his partner on the lips.

"With that, I'm truly ready for the day," Nacht would say with a smile, the kind of smile he reserves for his s/o alone.

Even when he's not woken with kisses, Nacht wants his partner to know that he loves being able to wake up with their presence next to him.

The occasional kissing wake up call just makes morning a little sweeter.

And, because Nacht wants the good to be rewarded, he'll find a way to turn the tables and be the one giving the wake up kisses sometime in the future.

[unknownarmageddon]

Thembd

Also I had a question in the ask I though I sent. Whickh I forgot

YAYYYYYY CHEERING CHEERING!!!!!!!!! i love they this is awesome. they’re so shaped

[exx-bee]

ggod forbid women do anything

[soranker]

Hiiii not sure if anyone's asked this yet but any advice on how to improve on art & anatomy? I use to draw a lot wayyyy back in high school but then stopped because of life getting in the way but now I really wanted to get back into art but realized my art isn't as good as it use to be & I never really cared too much about studying anatomy so all my anatomy/proportions are really wack & I'd like to get better at it. Hope you're having a good day!!! 💞💞💞

HI!!! i dont have any formal training in anatomy nor have i really done any studies, so unfortunately i think i can only offer general advice, but hopefully you can still find it helpful! here's what i'd recommend based on my own experience...

focus on proportions BEFORE anatomy! nailing down the size/length of each body part in relation to each other will give you a good foundation before getting into the specifics of anatomy, since you can practice this with simple shapes (circles, boxes, tubes, etc.). then practice anatomy/build on top of that, rather than trying to figure them out in parallel

practice from real life observation/references (ex. figure drawing)! even if you want to draw stylized, it'll be much more helpful in the long run if you study from real life. you'll be a lot more informed in how body parts actually connect to each other or how they move. observe observe observe! take pics of yourself/watch how your body moves--you can be your own most accessible resource, and a mirror and camera can be your best friends

find a way to keep yourself motivated to practice anatomy! everyone says that you only get better with practice and time... and it's true! but i can understand that sometimes it's hard to motivate yourself. if you ask me, draw your favorite characters :) it's literally all i do HAHA. my mentality is that... if i'm drawing something that i like then the practice feels less of a chore lol

[insomniac-arrest]

If Reddit goes quiet, how're we going to find answers from real people anymore?? Most search engines are unusable due to SEO grifts. Quora is an annoying hellscape with a distracting layout. Yahoo Answers, Yahoo Answers . . . *starts weeping openly on her grave*

Humanity has been removed from our virtual human playground.

[not-poignant]

You get a lot of questions via tumblr. Are those ever a burden to you? Do you feel a lot of pressure to answer?

Yeah I currently have 104 unanswered asks on Tumblr to give you an idea of like, me not being able to get to them all.

Some of it is how AO3 has changed my ability to respond to comments has eaten into my ability to respond to asks. Some of it is that I get a lot of social anxiety around responding to certain kinds of asks. (I like those asks, so I'm not going to say what they are in case people stop sending them lmao).

Most of it is that I realised a few years ago that as fun as responding to asks is, that's not actually my job and because it takes time and often research to respond to some of them, it makes it harder for me to write the stories that folks enjoy in the first place, and that one is probably the biggest reason I no longer pressure myself to answer in the same way.

Some of the asks I reply to, especially the ones that require research that a reader could themselves do in the story (I get asked a few things that are actually often already answered in the story, and I answer them the same way a reader sometimes could: by using control + F with keywords in the story), can take 30-45 minutes to compose. Writing advice asks take a lot longer. Research asks can take a long time too.

I can write a chapter in 2 hours, though I'll be tired afterwards, so I can't do that 4 times a day (especially with editing etc.), but you can sort of see how very quickly, if I get fatigued from writing for 2 hours, sometimes I'm going to have to choose between asks, replying to comments, editing, or writing a chapter.

I love the asks I get, they're not a burden at all, but I do make choices re: prioritising what I have time for, and what I can spend spoons on. I've made myself very sick from overworking, so now I get to asks when I can, and queue them up (if you see an 'administrator gwyn wants this in the queue' then I've actually responded to a bunch at once and they'll come out slowly over time so I don't spam people in 10 minutes and then vanish for months lmao).

I still really enjoy them though, and I'm really lucky to get them. :D

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[good-beanswrites]

Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.” 

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile. 

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?” 

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

---

After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible. 

[ch1zzie]

What welcome home character is your favorite and what is a welcome home character you don't like?

First one, julie ehehhee

A HARDER question would be who I don't like😭

I never really had any problems with any of the neighbors, I love them all so much how could I not love those sillies💔

I can't really answer! I don't know yet! Maybe my mind will change throughout the story!:)

[cottonbopp]

ART SUMMARY TIME LETS GO

Very very proud of my improvement, i'm not sure how evident it is here but it is genuinely INSANE Quite excited to see what i make in 2025 X3

[yaksha-garden]

↫ - Is there a real life martial art or fighting style that you draw heavily on for your character?

I know regrettably little about Indian martial arts. The one everybody knows is Kalaripayattu from Kerala, I feel like it's gotten kinda tokenized as "the Indian martial art" in popular culture -- and it's pretty cool for sure, but Eden and her surrounding cultural milieu isn't Keralan, and isn't interchangeable with Keralan culture. I might take some inspiration from it if I developed Eden's fighting style further, but it won't be the same. Sorry for that little rant, again -- no shade on Kalaripayattu!

Combat Asks | Accepting

[fictionadventurer]

American Presidents as Blind Dates

George Washington: The perfect 18th-century man--handsome, well-dressed, fantastic dancer, excellent horseback rider. Unfortunately, he's a gold-digger.

Thomas Jefferson: He'd be thrilling and charming as a first date, very engaging intellectually and socially. But if you got to know him better you might notice something kind of...off. A hidden selfishness and cruel streak.

James Monroe: Jury's out on whether he was good-looking or not, but he liked dancing and music and fine dining, so he'd probably be a decent date.

John Quincy Adams: Great conversationalist. Brilliant and he knows it. Irascible. Not much of a sense of humor.

Andrew Jackson: A perfect Southern gentleman who's very concerned about protecting the honor of a lady. (But if you happen to be an opponent, watch out).

Martin Van Buren: No one knows, because this guy was an enigma.

James K. Polk: Would talk about nothing but politics. (Happened to marry a woman who talked about nothing but politics, so it worked out okay).

James Buchanan: Big, loud, charming, loves dancing, tells jokes, and is probably gay.

Abraham Lincoln: Awkward with women and prefers to be one of the guys.

Ulysses S. Grant: Not a great first impression, because he doesn't care much about clothes and is pretty rumpled. (Writes adorable love letters, though).

Rutherford B. Hayes: Charismatic, loves people, loves going to cultural events. Will probably take you to a lecture.

James Garfield: Extremely outgoing. Big, booming laugh. As likely to give you a bear hug as a handshake.

Chester Arthur: Amazing blind date. He's handsome, impeccably-dressed, and his entire job is wining and dining people. (That makes him a terrible husband, though).

Grover Cleveland: If you met him at a public event, he'd seem very cold and distant. In private, he'd be warm and funny (and he's great at doing impressions).

Benjamin Harrison: Amazing guy to take home to your parents. Extremely respectable. Pretty boring as a date, though.

Theodore Roosevelt: So exuberant and energetic you might get overwhelmed. Will take you hiking, and if you run into obstacles, you have to climb over it rather than go around. You'd better have a lot of energy if you want to hang out with him.

[seven-thewanderer]

I gotta ask now

Did you see Starlight The Next Generation as canon too?

Because it is canon don't get me wrong I just gotta know /silly /hj

(The actual canonicity of it is.. debatable. But it is cool.)

I guess kinda?

I just saw it all honestly as like. A series they were starting up :P

Like you know when someone has a series idea and they’ll share lil bits & pieces they have of it, before starting a Kickstarter to make it real? And so some bits they showed will make it to the final piece, but you never know what will & what won’t?

That’s kinda how I saw it cus I had no clue their art was just fanart of a musical XD I thought it was all their ocs