#replying to inbox

[hplonesomeart]

Heya, HP!

I’m asking this anonymously because I don’t want reassurance if you find out it’s me, but I’m wondering if you have any tips for drawing/animating characters. I’ve seen how you draw and animate and it’s made me feel amazed by your work, but also ashamed that I can’t draw as good as you (DO NOT FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT, PLEASE, YOU CAN’T HANDLE IT AND IT’S NOT JUST YOU!)

I’ve been drawing for about 5 years now and have had no progress in my art. Every time I try something different, it ends up looking like shit. I guess I’m also asking this ask because I’ve been lacking self confidence for about half a month

I’m sorry if this is selfish, I’m not trying to make it about myself

But yeah…do you have any tips?

OH GEE UH—first off there’s no shame in using anonymous and you shouldn’t feel pressured to justify it! It’s an accessible option precisely for moments like this; it’s far more important to feel safe when asking vulnerable questions then to have additional unneeded stress. I do appreciate having some background information for your thought processes behind it tho, thank you for being willing to share your feelings and experiences. Art is definitely something that can bring on insecurity—I also have artists I often envy/admire the skills of lol. All part of being human. Your not selfish at all for it :)

For the art tips uhh….bear with me because I’m not too good at formulating constructive tips? This is all coming from someone who started drawing solely because of a colorful 2000’s cartoon pony show LMFAO. I learned how to draw quadrupeds before ever drawing humans, so the development of my skills isn’t as easy for me to track linearly. I’m still learning to this day that there’s things I need to practice on (cough cough backgrounds & correct muscle anatomy/realism)

My tips will be listed below under the ‘keep reading’ point (because I don’t wanna directly flood peoples dashes with massive amounts of text)!

1) FIRST ADVICE: CONSUMING ART CONTENT & REFERENCING OTHERS!! >:D

Honestly I think that’s the best place to start. With the content you consume. People who watch a lot of anime tend to gravitate to drawing exaggerated detailed eyes, angular chins, more human features (of course this is a generalization and doesn’t always apply to everyone. It’s just my personal observation is all). Meanwhile those who watch something more like Looney Tunes may adapt to using stretchy flexible shapes, unrealistic proportions, maybe even more anthropomorphic character designs.

Point being: we get influenced by the environment around us without even realizing it. Even when we’re not consciously aware, our minds absorb information and try to apply it in our own lives. My advice is to become AWARE of this. Be able to think critically about shows you enjoy and pinpoint the choices the artist uses to make it moment feel meaningful (sorry this is gonna start focusing mostly on animation tips & visual storytelling lol). I watch a lot of video essays breaking down camera movements, writing character arcs, learning how the lighting or colors change the mood. You could play around with that in your art too! Does the character emotion come from the eyes, the body posture, or the colors? Figure out where the emphasis should be and keep practicing at it :)

For example (oh boy I’m gonna out myself here) an artist I admire on YouTube is SAD-IST! I think she’s got a very solid understanding of how to invest the viewer/audience’s attention into a story. So I look at some of the techniques she uses:

The usage of comic panels to focus in on a singular object/expression/action. Something that I wanted to try doing with my own stuff :))

Or using a subtle motion blur for objects moving quickly in the background. If it doesn’t need to be the focus of the story then make it out of focus lol!

I think it’s mostly about finding an artistic language you vibe with and can draw inspiration from. Analyze what made the artist you admire so successful—what do you love about it so much in the first place? (which hey I guess you’re kinda already doing that right now, so your on the right track lol!). This applies not only to artists but musicians as well! There’s been plenty of times when a musician remixed a pre-existing song, parodied or outright sampled the melody of another, or aligned lyrics to match messages! My favorite musicians (Vylet Pony, AJR, and a plethora of Broadway musicals that have reoccurring motifs/themes) often follow those types of patterns. I think there’s too much of a taboo on social media about what you can and can’t do with art. I don’t think it’s wrong to share similarities with artists you admire. It only helps strengthen your understanding of them

2) UHHH DRAW FOR YOURSELF!! (I’m making this shit up as I go I have no idea what I’m saying lmfao)

When I started out drawing, it was purely for self indulgent reasons. I would spend my time at recess making up fanmade My Little Pony comics. SO. MANY. COMICS. Did it matter that anyone besides me couldn’t read the dialogue? No! Did it matter that the characters looked weird? No! Did it matter that the story wasn’t even planned ahead of time? No because I didn’t care! I was a kid who wasn’t caught up on comparing myself with others. I did it for me and me alone because I loved cartoons and I had made up stories. As long as you take the initiative to create then you’re making something special regardless of the quality. If you deny yourself the ability to draw because you’re waiting for your skills to get better then you’ll waste so much time that could’ve been used making what you love. You’ll never improve if you don’t accept failure as part of it. If that makes any sense…?

I hope that doesn’t come across rude. I understand you’ve been trying to be happy with your art and simply can’t. I’m not trying to say you shouldn’t be upset about it. It’s okay to be upset when it doesn’t look like how you wanted. I’m just saying that mental perception is a huge factor of how we view ourselves, our art, and others around us. Be cautious about what internal voices you listen to. Sometimes we just need to be reminded of the child inside who didn’t care about impressing others as much. Do it for you—and if not for you then make it for your younger self <3

Here is a video where I try to reinforce this point by using examples of my own life experiences (yes it’s very disorganized and chaotic):

………uh…..UH….yea I’m sorry those are the only two main tips I can think of from the top of my mind right now. I wish I had more to offer 😭

It’s probably glaringly obvious by now that I’m a self-taught artist. Although I have taken Art of Film & video production classes in high school (actually my favorite ever I recommend those if you like movies/storytelling) along with scriptwriting, 2D animation, and those typical traditional art classes…a lot of it still boils down to self-taught behavior. I think it could still be beneficial to sit in a class and have the information taught in the educational way, but for me usually the key learning is done outside of school. Especially those traditionally structured art classes ohhhh those did not process well with my brain. Helped me understand graphite shading and that’s pretty much it <<

Anyways sorry for taking up so much of your time with chunks of writing—although you probably already knew that was coming haha. I appreciate being someone that you look up to!! Thanks for your question and I hope a few parts of this rambling helped. Take care and I wish you best with your art. You’ll be okay :)

[mesetacadre]

can someone ask a good question

[slavhew]

little luz and hunter i drew while my sibling was rewatching the show

[stealingyourbones]

Fic prompt, Young Justice era:

Robin(Tim) and Superboy break into the Fenton Ops Center after discovering a faction of the DEO that was created exclusively for dealing with ghosts.

They came across this sub-agency while combing through hacked documents after saving Greta, and found out the Department of Extranormal Operations formed the Ghost Investigation Ward and gets special ghost-hunting weapons from mad scientist inventors in a small Illinois town.

Danny (with his sharper senses) hears the break in and goes to investigate with the Fenton Creep Stick. Robbers get hired on occasion to steal inventions that aren’t patented yet. He hears movement just on the other side of the door and goes in swinging. Hits Superboy in the back and makes him stumble, which causes serious alarm from the two heroes.

“That actually almost hurt!” Superboy says in surprise, staring wide-eyed at the new kid holding a splintered baseball bat.

“You cracked the Creep Stick,” Danny stares at the bat with his mouth open. “I didn’t know it could break.”

“Rob? I think this guy has powers.”

Danny looks up, blinking in shock, “Your name is Rob? And you became a Robber? Dude. You don’t have to define yourself by what your parents named you.”

Superboy tries to hide his laughter while Robin sputters. “I’m not - They didn’t -”

“Oh!” Danny has an epiphany. “Did you name yourself that? I chose my name too, but I’m just Danny. I didn’t go and name myself after an illegal profession. Like, can you imagine if I was an arsonist named Bernie? Or a skeevy car salesman named Otto? I know it’s hard to choose a name when you’re trans, and, I gotta admit, being a robber named Rob is hilarious, but there’s more options out there, I promise. For names and career paths.”

Superboy is wheezing at this point and Robin’s face is near fuchsia. Instead of addressing any of that, Robin gets angry.

“We aren’t robbers! We’re heroes! I’m Robin. that’s Superboy. Your parents sell weapons that hurt people and we’re here to stop that!”

Danny tosses the broken Creep Stick over his shoulder and smiles wide.

“Why didn’t you say so! Oh man, this is great. I’ve been sabotaging their stuff for years. If you’re here to help I’ve got a couple projects you can definitely smash.”

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[sevsalio]

They are spying on Nico :>

2/31

[rika-mortis]

Made a silly alternate version for the previous comic

[awingedllama]

hi love :D i was wondering if you would be interested in making a murphy bed in your style please? ^-^ we are significantly lacking CC murphy beds - even recolors are so rare, i'm suprised! my current apartment in the game has one as the focus point in the living room and it makes me sad i don't have much choice with it. Have a lovely day <3

hi! i'm not quite sure what you mean in my style (you can send me a reference pic!), so i just converted the one from TS3 for some older-fashioned variety. added some random muted colors (feel free to recolor). and ofc it requires tiny living

and you're right - there are barely any cc murphy beds, weirdly enough. it's no harder to make than a door, so it's interesting no one has really made any. i did find quite a good recolor here though

[grave-robbedd]

hi there, i just wanted to say that your art is really cool!! i love how detailed their faces are, the expressions are so perfect, and the background designs are very creative :]

Thank you sm! This means a ton to me!!

Have a Castiel <3

[bittsandpieces]

thinking about all the potential for finding your sibling's porn online. is it your older sibling? the one you always looked up to, the one who protected you and bullied you in equal, loving measure? or is it your younger sibling? the one you still think of as a kid, who's suddenly so obviously grown up. do you recognize them right away, shocked and "horrified" but still looking? or does it take a minute? maybe it takes a while. maybe you've been a fan, actually, this whole time not knowing who's pretty body you were jerking off to.

because let's be honest. you're absolutely jerking off to it

[hplonesomeart]

Oh my God, I just saw it now. You made my day today🩵✨💦💋

Thank you very much for your kind words!)

They are very encouraging and motivating to move on🩵✨🩵✨🩵✨🩵

WAAAAAA sorry my bad for the late reply to this sweet message—I took a small break from Tumblr but!! Yay what a wonderful surprise to return to! I’m very glad to have brought you some happiness from my long ass ramblings in the tags lol!! I felt like it was my duty to admire the hard work that went into making your illustration, and I still think more people should see it! You’ve put a lot of well thought out elements in there that deserve recognition after all. Thanks for taking the time to read my words, and once again I’m glad it helped encourage! <3

And especially thank you for taking time to look at my own blog! You really didn’t need too but I’m appreciative of all the support you’ve returned. Seeing the notifications and occasional comments you’ve left on my artworks has brightened my day as well. I enjoy when artists can collectively help uplift each other using positive affirmations. I hope you have a fantastic weekend ahead!! :D

[velvetwyrme]

I've been at work looking at ur cybug stuff jeetle and what not

But could not help imagining the meme template of

"woe jeetle be upon ye"

NBSMJS,NNHBDJS,,

this is also me when i post cybug stuff. woe, bugs be upon ye

[unintentionalseductress]

Hi!! I'm the anon who loves to re-read your fics!

Okay, so I had this idea come to mind about Luke and Kieran and how they are the only ones aside from MC, who are close to Sylus. They know his day-to-day activities. His habits - everything and anything in-between. They know when MC is over and they know how Sylus likes to keep things between him and MC private at certain times.

So I thought of this while at the hospital, but okay, hear me out on nosy Luke and Kieran, who didn't know MC would be staying with Sylus for the weekend. So when they get back from a job, they're on high alert because it's too quiet. So they become curious as to if Sylus is home or not, and so as they reach his room, the door is partially open. They can hear Sylus as they get closer, and they're curious as to who he's talking to. So they get closer and listen in, and they hear him and MC have an intimate heart to heart about their relationship. (Thought of this after the latest Sylus card - Grassland Romance.)

Luke and Kieran are so nosy about Sylus and MC, and their relationship; especially after their antics of getting them closer, and how they tricked MC that one time when she was getting the brooch.

This idea is supposed to be cute and such, but I don't know how to translate it into an actual story 😭

Of Swords And Shovels

Warnings: None! Pure fluff. Summary: Luke and Kieran inadvertently overhear you and Sylus having a heart-to-heart. WC: 1161 A/n: Here ya go anon! Sorry this took so long, but I believe this was the last oneshot request in my queue! I can't believe I cleared it! Hope you like it, I went with a more humorous perspective, but it's still cozy and intimate.

“Man, that was such a bust!”

“Yeah, hardly anything worth stealing there! Boss is gonna be disappointed.”

“You wanna tell him?”

“I’ll flip ya for it!” Luke punches in the code to the base’s entrance as Kieran digs through his pockets for a coin. Once inside, he faces his twin.

“Heads, it’s you. Tails, it’s me. Ok?” Kieran flicks the coin into the air and smoothly catches it. His face turns into a grimace. “2 outta 3?” he asks, only to realize Luke wasn’t paying attention to him at all. 

“Hey! That’s rude ya know-” He’s cut off as Luke holds up a hand to silence him. “What?”

Luke gestures for him to be quiet, then jerks his head down the long hallway that leads to Sylus’s room. “Boss said he’d be having company over. It’s too quiet.”

Kieran strains his ears to listen and hears nothing but silence. “Is he out?” 

The twins hesitantly creep down the hallway, approaching Sylus’s bedroom. They notice a faint crack of light from the slightly opened door, and suddenly, Kieran points to a pair of heels left outside. “The hunter chick wasn’t supposed to visit today.”

“Maybe they’re not hers,” Luke suggests, and Kieran responds with a reprimanding shove.

“Don’t say nonsense. Boss loves her. He wouldn’t cheat on her!” Right on queue, laughter echoes from Sylus’s bedroom, one distinctly deep and masculine, the other more high and feminine. The twins freeze, then pad up to the door, listening intently. 

Daring to peek through the crack, Kieran glimpses you and Sylus curled up on his bed, drinking wine. He quickly moves away, then gives a sharp look to Luke for even daring to think about infidelity. Luke shrugs nonchalantly, and both of them focus on the conversation between you and Sylus. 

“Kitten, by the laws of physics, energy cannot be destroyed.”

“Oh really?” You retort. “Then what happens to your evol when you try to use it on me?”

“It’s not being destroyed then, kitten. You merely absorb it and turn it into sass. It’s like thermodynamics.” Sylus boops your nose even as you pout at his retort.

“Well, I’d rather be sassy than be the reason the microwave hums when you’re mad!” 

Sylus chortles, his chest heaving with mirth, before he reaches over to take the wineglass out of your hands. “I highly doubt that, sweetie. Are you sure you haven’t had too much to drink?”

“I swear, your appliances are going to need a therapist from all the fluctuations going on inside them. They’re going to short-circuit someday, and then you’ll be in trouble when the chef can’t prepare anything.”

“Or, like any good businessman, I see opportunity in misfortune.” He sets the wineglass down on his nightstand and pulls you closer, smirking affectionately as your eyes grow wide at the proximity. Sylus pushes back a stray strand of hair from your face as he gazes at you, his scarlet eyes softening. 

“What opportunity?” you ask as you reach up to cup his cheek, brushing it with your thumb, trying to ignore the rapid thumping of your heart as Sylus turns into your palm to place a kiss. 

“My girlfriend can decorate the kitchen however she likes.”

You huff exasperatedly. “Really? That’s the opportunity?”

“I’d certainly see it that way.” He tugs your wrist to coax you a little closer and you oblige, setting your cheek on his broad chest, your lower bodies coming into contact to snuggle. 

Outside the door, Kieran rapidly motions to Luke that they should leave, but Luke adamantly shakes his head no. He’d never seen Sylus talk like this before; tenderly, lovingly, with warm hints of amusement. It was slightly jarring to hear the feared leader of Onychinus talking in this affectionate way.  He’d known you were different; that you were the one who could possibly help Sylus slow down and smell the flowers, so to speak. He and Kieran had debated things at length, and now he feels awful that he had thought Sylus was seeing someone else behind your back. 

Sylus strokes your hair, the smell of your shampoo filling his nostrils, and resists the urge to bury his face into the silky strands. “Yes, kitten. That’s an opportunity. Because you’ll leave bits of yourself in the kitchen when you decorate. You’ll spend hours putting in thought as to what will look good, what should go where. Hell, you can even hire an architect and remodel the whole thing if that’s what you want. The point is-” Sylus nuzzles your neck and you giggle at the tickly feeling. “It’s an entire room built from your imagination. I think that’s an amazing opportunity.” 

Warmth gathers in your chest, and you slip your leg between Sylus’s, snuggling even closer into him. He smelled like cologne and metal and gunpowder, a unique scent associated only with him. A contented rumble emanates from his chest, and both of you sigh, enjoying the peace and joy of each other’s company. 

“So…you would let me do anything I want? What if I replaced all the cutlery?" You give Sylus a lopsided grin. “Replaced all the spoons with miniature shovels? And swapped all the forks with play-sized swords?”

“Are you decorating my kitchen or planning a murder?” Sylus is smiling so widely that you can see his even, white teeth now. “Although I’m not sure what you’re planning on murdering with such small weapons.”

“A cockroach that dared to sneak into the all-mighty Sylus’s home. The sword is for battle, and the shovel is for the burial.”

“Only you would give a burial for a cockroach,” Sylus derides lightly. “I suppose you’ll light candles and have a wake too?”

“Yes. And I’ll do it in front of the base. A warning to all those who would try to infiltrate Onychinus.”

Both of you laugh again, and this time, it’s the kind of laughter that steals the breath from your chest, holding onto each other so tightly like the other may fall off the bed from the intensity. There was something so sweet about being able to joke with him like this, about knowing he possessed a good capacity for humor. To hear his laugh so wholeheartedly as it erupted from his lungs as you clung to him. It takes a while for the moment to settle down, and when it does, both of you are fighting for breath. 

Luke and Kiran exchange a glance and nod in unison, deciding they’ve stayed long enough. Luke turns to inconspicuously walk back down the hall when a blur of feathers, followed by a raucous caw breaks the silence. The twins look at each other in dread before scrambling to put space between themselves and the door. 

Just as they start to sprint, Sylus’s voice audibly drawls, “Mephisto says we have some unwanted visitors. Shame you don’t have those shovels and swords right now, sweetie. It would have been the perfect way to warm the kitchen.” 

© unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

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[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[edorazzi]

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[wtfforged]

i think about this one piece party panel so often i wanted to draw it

the panel ⤵️

[sunday-bug]

Can you write more about congressman Bucky?? I’m so feral for that lol

Same 🥵 yes. I’m gonna go for it here and make this 18+ filth. Hope that’s cool. And let's make it from Bucky's POV because I'm a slut 😛

MDNI 18+ below

She'd been driving me up a wall all goddamned night. That dress. Those heels with her cute pink toenails peeking out. The way she brushed her hair over her shoulder and smiled at me with that gorgeous mouth.

"Bucky?"

"Huh?" I ask, not knowing what the hell she just asked me.

She giggles, "I asked if you wanted to get a drink."

We'd just finished going over a policy proposal at dinner, and I was wired. I could barely focus on anything except the way her hands wrapped around the stem of her wine glass, how she leaned over the table a bit to go over certain parts of the draft, and the way she'd offered me a bite of her meal from her fork.

"No," I say sternly. "Bars are crowded this time of night, anyway."

She nods, a small frown on her face, "Okay, then. I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Wait, no. Come home with me," I rasp, almost desperately.

She smiles at me shyly and whispers, "Lead the way."

We walk to my place, not far at all, but in this moment of anticipation it felt like half a world away. She brushes her hand against my flesh one, and I grab it, intertwining our fingers. Her hands are soft and warm. We walk up the few steps to my place and I fumble a bit with my keys before opening the door, and motioning her inside.

"Finally," I say as I swing the door shut behind me. She turns to me and takes off my jacket. That's all it takes before I feel the line I've been carefully toeing with her snap. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me, kissing my lips and neck, unbuttoning my dress shirt and loosening my tie.

I walk us slowly up the stairs, careful with her in my arms. My hands travel from her ass to her waist and I groan. "You've been driving me crazy all damn night. Hell, since you walked into my office on the first day."

I lie her down on my bed and pull off her heels slowly, my fingers tracing up her calves. She sits up, unzipping her dress and yanking it down to reveal a black lace bra and...

"Fuck, no underwear?" I swallow, taking in her naked body in my bed. It feels like ever liter of blood in my body rushes to my cock.

She smiles shyly again, a rosy blush tinging her cheeks. I take off my shirt and tie, tossing them on the floor. She sits up on her knees in the bed and reaches for my belt buckle, unclasping it along with my pants, pulling them down.

"Can I?" She asks quietly, perfect hands on the waistband of my boxers.

"Please," I beg, running a hand through her hair.

She pulls my boxers down and my erection springs free.

"Oh," she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes.

"Oh?" I ask hungrily. "I think you can take it."

She lets out a little moan as I lay her back on the bed, my hand reaching for her waist, traveling further down to please her. So wet already.

"I need you," she whispers into my neck as she plays with my hair, giving me goosebumps. "Please."

That little please sends me over the edge, and I push her knees apart with my own, positioning myself between her legs. She bucks her hips into mine and I smile. "Eager, baby?"

"Mhmm," she whines, running her fingers down my arms.

I push the tip inside and watch her eyes light up, "Good?"

She nods, and I keep going, "Fuck... You feel so good."

Her breathing gets deeper as I push into her, motivating me. She's gripping at the back of my neck, tugging on the back of my hair, letting loose little moans.

“God damn, baby, move with me,” I rasp out, grabbing her hip and pumping in and out.

She reciprocates and I feel like I could cum right then and there.

"Bucky... God," she whines. "Fuck me." She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. I kiss and bite her neck, never stopping my pace, loving the way she feels wrapped around me.

She starts to tighten around my cock and I know she's close. I pick up one of her legs and put it on my shoulder, pressing even deeper into her and groaning.

"I'm... I'm gonna," she starts to say, her eyes opening to look into mine.

"I know, baby, I can feel it. Let go on me." As soon as I give her permission I feel her body shudder and she cries out again, fingernails leaving marks on my back.

"Just like that. Good girl," I praise her, putting her leg back down and picking up my pace, feeling my own release creeping up on me.

"I'm close, love," I warn her, feeling my legs start to tighten.

"Cum in me," she whispers and I groan again.

"Yeah? You want me to?" I clarify, knowing I'm almost there.

She nods and bites her lip seductively, and that's all it takes.

I grab her hips and press into her until I can't any more, feeling my own release, "Jesus Christ."

I pull out slowly and lay down next to her, catching my breath, and looking over at her.

"Stay there, doll, I'll get you cleaned up."

-the end-

this was just filth, but I kinda needed it haha