#this sketch will come in handy for me too

[bubbleteasing]

Ok, I know this must be annoying to answer but I'm a bit lost. How many sisters were in the convent? And how many are dead as of now??? I know there's one who made MCs cross necklace but I thought that was the one who just died 😭

Ok, this has been sitting on my inbox for weeks now, I apologize for the delay but I needed some time to make a sketch to illustrate all the sisters…

Sister Mary and sister Catherine were the ones who found reader at the convent doorstep. Mary also being the one who made reader’s necklace because she wanted to look like the rest of them, and the one who taught her how to play chess. Mary died before the events of the story, but she’s still mentioned here and there.

Sister Catherine is one of the three elder sisters who didn’t talk much and side eyed Sans when he stayed over for dinner (back in chapter… 2? I think?). She didn’t appear much at all, then died in chapter 12.

I made a quick sketch so it might be a little easier to tell everyone apart.

Beth and Agnes are the ones who have made more appearances so far. Beth is also very close to reader since reader has always seen her as an older sister (you know what I mean, I know they’re all sisters). Also when I first wrote the story I looked into their saint names… Saint Zachariah was married to Elisabeth so it was my own way of teasing how close they were.

[cherryredstars]

1K Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!artist!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: The beauty in art. 

A/N: Based on this request.

Word Count: 1.2K (Unedited)

He was more than just displeased. 

He was tired and aching, muscles sore from a long day. The ache became more prominent as he was forced to hold his ridiculous pose. But no matter how much he huffed and puffed, he would hold it until you gave the okay for him to move. He guessed it wasn’t so bad. From here, he could see your side profile. Could see the lidded look in your eyes as you sketched onto your canvas, mouth slightly parted. Your eyelashes would flutter so beautifully as you blinked, the dying sunlight illuminating your small art room and making your eyes glisten and hair shiny. You could produce beautiful art, but Miguel would never find anything more beautiful than you in the process. 

Another one of his huffs caught your attention, and you turned to him with a smile and laughter in your voice. “Miguel, I told you it would take a while. Stop complaining!”

He glared at you teasingly, shifting again but stopping when you glared back, “Can’t we just continue again tomorrow? I’m tired.”

Sympathy filled your eyes and you gave him another small smile, “I’m almost done. A few more minutes, I promise.” 

Miguel sighed, staying in his position obediently. True to your word, you sketched a few more lines onto the canvas before thanking him. His muscles relaxed instantly, going to leave your art room to go to bed, but was stopped at the door when you gave him a quick kiss to his lips and thanked him again. He hummed against your lips, his body sagging as he told you not to stay up too late working. You gave him a dismissive wave of your hand and he went to bed. 

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For the next few weeks, every second of Miguel’s free time at home was spent in your art studio. You had insisted. Something about the handiness of having a live model to reference when it came to shadows and lighting and everything and anything under the sun. It was definitely better than posing, seeing as he was allowed to just lounge on your studio couch and do whatever he needed to do. It did get annoying every now and then when he had something important to work on, forcing him to carry things from his home office into your studio and then back out at the end of the session. But it brought a smile to his face every time he complained and you whined, “Please? I just want to spend time with you too. I like spending time with you.”

He likes spending time with you too. 

Today was one of the rare days where Miguel didn’t have anything to work on. He simply laid on the couch, watching you work. Your brush was feather light on the canvas, picking into a pile of paint and transferring the coloring onto your work. Every now and then you would clean off your brush, a soft ringing filling the room as the brush handle knocked into the glass of water. The peacefulness made him sleepy, and he picked at a loose thread in your couch pillows. 

“How come you won’t let me look at the painting? Is it bad?” He asked, the last bit covered in teasing. 

You smiled at the canvas, eyes briefly flicking to him before you continued working. “The process of every painting is ugly. That’s why we say ‘Trust the process’.”

Miguel snorted at your answer, clearly dissatisfied. It made you laugh and you shook your head as you decided that you were done for the night. Maybe a day and a half more of working and you would be done officially. Your eyes flicker over to the calendar you keep on the wall. Perfect.

You walk over to Miguel helping him off the couch and guiding him out of your studio so the two of you can start on dinner before going to bed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”

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It’s snowing, Miguel realizes as he sits in the living room. He can see it behind the tree you have put up, fuzzy white dots falling from the sky. The air smells like your cooking, warm spices filling the house. He can hear you approaching from behind him, and he doesn’t even flinch when your hands suddenly fall to his shoulders.

Your hands massage the muscle absentmindedly, following his gaze outside of the window. “It’s snowing,” You point out, and he hums and repeats it back to you. 

You seem to light up as you stare at it, squeezing his shoulders one last time before approaching the tree. Miguel watches you silently, brow raised in question as you grab one from the back. You check the tag on it to make sure it’s the right one, before walking back over to Miguel. You perch yourself onto his lap, handing him the present.

His arms wrap around your body, holding the wrapped gift in his hands before the two of you. He squeezes you in his arms, shaking the present slightly, before you place our hand over his to stop him. 

“Gifts are supposed to be after dinner, hun.” He reminds you, and you roll your eyes at him. 

“I know. But I think now is the perfect time for you to open it.”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes at you, smiling as he carefully uses a claw to cut through the tap and unfold the decorative paper. From how he opened it, he’s first revealed to the back of a canvas. On the back is your signature and the date, and his fingers trace over it before he slips it over. His breath gets caught in his throat as he stares.

It’s the painting of him that you were working on. He’s in your art room, glowing white highlighting his frame as he lays there. His face is towards the window, where snow is falling. His eyes are shiny, and the smallest smile graces his lips. He traces over each detail with his hand, smiling down at it. 

“You like it?” You ask him, your hands playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. 

He nods, turning to you and leaning up for a kiss that you gladly return. You’re smiling against his lips, and you kiss the crown of his head when you pull away. Miguel nuzzles into your neck, setting the painting down on the coffee table so he doesn’t break it when he traps you into the couch. You laugh as you fall, Miguel laying on top of you and planting kisses up and down your neck. 

“I love it, thank you.” He whispers into your skin. But then, he’s pinching your sides as he gives you a small glare. “But don’t think I didn’t notice you made me do that stupid pose for nothing!”

You burst out laughing, shoulders shaking as you throw your head back over the arm of the couch. “It wasn’t for nothing! I’ll have you know it was a great inspiration. Kept me very motivated.” 

Miguel raises a brow, a large smile on his face. “Great inspiration was it?”

You nod, smile growing bigger as you agree, “The biggest.”

Miguel hums, nodding his head before he’s tickling your sides until you can't breathe. 

“Inspirational my ass!”

[see-arcane]

“You know,” Dracula hums by the fireplace, the flames a shade dimmer than his own eyes. “I do believe I am becoming paranoid in my old age. Yet I keep my things in such precarious order, all things where they must be.” A log pops. His eyes flash. “Where they should be. And so I have noticed that my own bedroom was disturbed during the day.”

“Oh?” Voice level, Jonathan. Voice steady, Jonathan. Surprise. Concern. “How so? I was under the impression the door was locked.”

“So it was. And yet, I can tell something was...” His nails drum on the mantel, the click of claws, “...different. Meddled with somehow.”

Something between foolishness, sleeplessness, and a smoldering kernel of ire sparks in Jonathan’s chest. Its embers travel up to his tongue.

“Nothing was stolen, I hope. I admit I had a mild scare some time ago, when I realized I couldn’t find certain things in my luggage. Only it occurred to me that your servants must have already taken them away to clean and hold aside for my departure.” A smile so easy it borders on suicidal curls on his face. It feels like a rictus. Maybe it will see him dead right then. “The people here are the most discreet I’ve ever encountered.”

Dracula raises a snowy brow.

“That they are. As discreet as spiders minding their web.” Then, a sudden swerve out of the growing cloud. He oozes mirth. “Have you seen any here, my friend? Spiders?”

“None.” He hadn’t. Dust, motheaten holes, but no spiders.

“That is because of my people as well. More, it is the work of local aid.” His grin has too many teeth. “The bats quite love them. Whenever I or my servants come across a spider indoors, we save it for them. All those that would dare to come crawling along the outer walls?” He snaps his fingers. “They are eaten before they can spin their first thread. It is a most lucrative exchange.”

Jonathan fights not to swallow, not to acknowledge the cold twisting in his stomach.

“I’m certain.”

“A hypothetical question for you. Which would you rather be, my friend? Of the two, I mean.” Dracula’s hand is on him again, itself a titanic white spider. Cold and immovable from his shoulder. It squeezes just short of bruising. “A spider or a bat?”

“I wouldn’t know, Count. Neither is the best choice."

“No?”

The hand is tighter.

“No.” Under the table, Jonathan crosses his fingers. “The best choice is a cat.”

The grip lightens and amusement sketches a change in the Count’s expression.

“Why a cat?”

“They can get away with much more,” Jonathan’s traitor tongue flies. He bites it. “If only for the fact of their comparative harmlessness as they serve their masters as they entertain and accompany. This, while it provides a more handy service in hunting pests of all sorts, be it spider and bat or beetle and rat. In exchange for doing the dual work of tending to the home and being pleasant and defenseless, the more powerful keeper ensures they’re housed and,” he gulps down glass, hot coals, acid, “and loved. A cat can only do so much, but it does just enough.”

Dracula shakes his head.

“Enough to get themselves in trouble, perhaps. No, my friend, if we must leave the smaller creatures behind, I must say a wolf is the better choice. He eats all in his path and has no master at all.” The cold hand gives another squeeze, the nails dimpling cloth and skin...then relaxes. Strokes. “But cats have their place as well. If kept in their proper place...”

The night goes on in this way for endless hours. And still Jonathan’s fingers are crossed out of sight. He has a fondness for cats. Even for spiders. He appreciates all creatures who take it upon themselves to hunt and cull those things that infest or take lives by little bites. But more than either, he has always had a fondness and fealty to dogs.

As the moon drags itself slowly across the sky, he imagines he hears their barking and baying meeting the wild cry of the wolves, and shepherd teeth sinking deep into bloodthirsty throats.

[ddejavvu]

artist!bau reader who draws to get her mind off of cases and bf!spencer who is almost always the inspiration<3

Spencer hates it when you draw him. Well, he always begs you not to, but his cheeks flush and he stutters whenever you reveal the finished product, and you've caught more than one of your drawings being stripped out of your notebook and tucked securely into his work bag. And if you'd found them later in his desk drawer while snooping? No one needed to know.

So you've resorted to doing it in secret. You're working now, thin charcoal pencil sketching in his flyaway strands of hair. You've got his expression perfect, intrigued as he reads whatever French novel he's got his nose in.

You know the embarrassment of being sketched will be a thousand times worse if you reveal it here, on the jet, so you tuck your sketchbook into your lap, keeping a low profile while you smatter in small details.

But no matter how low of a profile you keep, your friends will always know. They seek out hidden things for a living, after all.

Dave and Aaron stride down the jet's walkway, coffees in hand (though you're sure Dave has his spiked with something). He starts the conversation, branching off from Aaron's side to peer over your shoulder. Before you can frantically motion to him, a hand-over-throat do-not-give-me-away type gesture, he speaks.

"Wow," He marvels at your intricate shading, "Is that Reid?"

"That's amazing, Y/N." Hotch peers at your sketchbook, missing the way Spencer's head shoots out of his book like it had tried to bite him, "That almost looks photographed."

"Ooh, I wanna see!" Emily clamors out of her seat, but you dodge her skillfully, slamming the sketchbook shut and sticking it under your left thigh. She approaches defeatedly from your right, scoffing as you hide it from her, "No fair!"

"Let's see," Morgan's voice surprises you, right beside your ear. You jump, and it gives him enough leverage to tug the sketchbook out from under you. His muscle and height come in handy as he holds the book above his head, ignoring your frantic grabbing motions for it as he thumbs through the pages.

"Damn," He whistles, "These are all Reid. Except- well, that one's a cat. But these are great!"

"Thank you," You grumble as a formality, your cheeks burning, "Don't embarrass him, guys!"

"Too late," JJ scoffs, poking the tip of her pen into his flaming cheek and leaving a streak of blue there, "Y/N, do you have a red pen?"

"No, why?"

"Use mine," She tosses the writing utensil at you, and you barely catch it before it smashes into your face, "You're gonna need to add a lot of blush to that drawing of yours."

[koifsssh]

bwah! i live! (i think!) (???) i have some sketches for you! since im back in school i've been messing around with colored pencils and pens and such! i forgot how fun it was... bwahhh

anira... an oc i've recently come up with! (not welcome home related, but she is in my thoughts...)

i just think she's very neat... ( Kolly belongs to @thatthirstyweirdo ! mwah! )

and!!! have a Rainy! bwah!

he's in his mob disguise... i need to explain that later, ehe, it is all very, very silly! speaking of mob disguises, i'd like to think he made a few friends along the way! i've grown quite fond of them actually!

vicky and jessie... they are so silly... (they are besties! bwahhhh!)

vicky is a theater kid... she really loves theatrics! a big hopeless romantic as well, she loves love what can i say? bwah! she is a vampire! though im not very sure on... puppet... vampire rules... so i'd like to think she can go outside and not have a need for blood, it's more of a preference if anything! (She does get cravings though... so she carries around a teething ring! but it is a little embarrassing...) jessie is basically an All In One! Barbie, if you will. She's very well rounded! very handy! (she owns a motorcycle! haha!) she's a career woman! wooo!

they are very silly together... all three of them...

my goodness. do not even get me started on maverick's friends...

(guess what! guess whatttt! i have wifi today... and it is good, too! so guess what!)

[iguanodont]

Howdy folks, it’s been a while, but I’m opening commissions again.

The prices above are guidelines, but by all means DM me with questions if you have something more specific in mind! If your design is extra complicated I may have to charge extra. Please have refs handy or a very detailed description.

Some more options:

- If you just want a bust of a character, that’ll be 40% of the base price shown above.

- Have a vague idea of something you want for your setting but no idea how to approach it? For a $20 surcharge I will design something for you! This involves multiple sketches to hone in on what you want and a finalized illustration at the tier of your choice.

- detailed lineart is $60-$80

No slots, I just take requests as they come; if I’m too busy I’ll add you to a waitlist.

Please email or DM me if interested!

[foreverfiction11691]

Quiet on Set triggered the 90s kid in me and affected me in ways I didnt think were possible. To think that the shows that I loved as a kid and even as an adult, were not at all what they seemed. The actors that I grew up watching perform "hilarious" skits was far more than just some comedy sketch. Its crazy to think that these predators were able to be so close to kids and that back then it wasnt as a big of deal as it is today. I just cant understand how grown ass adults can find children appealing and be sexually attracted to them and have the urge to do horrible, unspeakable things to these young, innocent souls. My heart breaks for Drake Bell....the look on his face during the interview says it all. He was holding so much pain inside and his father too. His dad knew Peck was a POS but his mother just let him go with that pedo willingly. There are so many lessons to be learned from this and I feel like Nickelodeon is just treading lightly on all of this now that its out in the open. As well as Dan Schneider now apologizing for his wrong doings only because he got called out. I do not for one sec believe that if he had the chance to do it over again, he would do it differently. Fuck Dan, Fuck Brian Peck and Fuck Jason Handy. As well as the justice system for giving Peck 16 months, making him register as a SA and letting him return to Hollywood. Absolutely disgusting. More measures need to be taken in the industry to protect these children from the hands of these predators that are literally hiding in plain sight. My childhood has been forever tainted by the disgusting truth of what really happens in the industry and how shit is just swept under the fucking rug like nothing when you have $$$. To the actors that defended that sick fuck with their letters blaming it on Bell and saying he provoked it because Peck would never do such a thing...shame on you. Only after his story came out did you quickly defend yourselves, that had you known the details those letters would have never been written. We know it was to cover your asses and not sink your career, but the fact that you still defended a pedo WITHOUT knowing the details is purely disgusting. I hope Drake can find closure and healing. I hope all of those actors that were subjected to working with Dan can heal. And I hope those little girls that Handy SAd can heal as adults. Most importantly, I hope that whoever else was subjected to such abuse and SA from any of these sick fucks come forward and are no longer afraid to tell their stories now that Drake has opened up. We hear you, we see you, were with you, we love you.💔💙

[bullet-prooflove]

Garden Party: Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x Reader

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Prequel to Come Up for Air

Frankie meets you at a garden party of all things. It’s his sister’s birthday and he’s spent weeks building the bar out of pallets, because he’s ‘handy’ and his morning stringing fairy lights across the top of the fences, along with fake roses to make the place look ‘magical’. It’s not even a big birthday.

Lucia is two years younger than him and has always lived extravagantly, his little sister deserves the world, but he wishes she wouldn’t whine about how his truck brings down the neighbourhood every time he parks it outside her house.

As he stands underneath the strings of light and looks up at the night sky, he realises that she may have been right about the vibe they bring to the garden. There’s an ethereal air to the place, the flowers accentuate the plush greenery making it seem like botanical wonderland.

He doesn’t know anyone here except Lucia and her husband Dave, the TV Exec. He knows fuck all about what Dave actually does, only that he makes an alarming amount of money. Frankie’s only been home a couple of months and honestly, he kinda sucks at making friends. He’s too quiet, Lucia tells him, too lost in his own head.

How could he not be? He thinks. The shit he’s done. He can’t burden anyone with that. There are only three people who can understand him on any level, and they are certainly not at this party.

A couple more minutes he thinks. He’ll stay a couple more minutes before making his excuses.

That goes completely out of the window when you literally bump into him. He doesn’t know how it happens because he’s standing stationary for Christ’s sake. You’re in the midst of apologising when he reaches out a hand to steady you, his warm palm coming to rest upon your shoulder, thumb accidently skirting your collarbone. It’s the first physical contact he’s had with anyone for a while, and it makes his heart thud even harder in his chest.

When he looks into your eyes he knows he’s in trouble. They’re a stunning shade, the hues bleeding into one another. He’s told women they have beautiful eyes before but with you he means it. The words slip out of his mouth before he can take them back and you tip your head back and laugh. It’s a musical sound that strikes a chord somewhere deep down inside of his soul.

“Pretty bad huh?” He says smiling despite himself.

He doesn’t do this. He doesn’t approach women, he doesn’t hit on them. Every single relationship he’s been in, he’s fallen into.

“I’ve heard worse.” You reply.

He can see it, you’re a striking woman. He’d sure you catch a lot of guy’s attention. There’s no ring on your finger and he feels a surge of hope.

“I bet you have.” He says knowingly, taking a sip of his beer.

It starts from there, the two of you sitting at the makeshift bar long into the night. You’re warm, companionable. He learns that you’re a writer for one of those sketch shows he’s seen on TV, that  you don’t usually tell people that. You list the professions that you’ve made up during your tenure on Tinder, each one becoming more creative and silly the longer it goes on. He finds himself laughing for the first time in a long time and he’s forgotten just how it good it feels.  

“Because they’ll ask for tickets?” he asks, questioning the reasoning behind it. He’s old fashioned, he prefers actually meeting people instead of using apps.

“Mostly.” You tell him before deliberating. “I also don’t want them to have that part of me. Remember this it isn’t a long-term connection I’m looking for; I just want to get fucked.”

Heat creeps across his cheeks and he takes a swig from his beer in an attempt to hide it. He finds your openness refreshing and it emboldens him. He hasn’t had this much fun in a long time, he can’t remember the last frank conversation he had.

“And why is that?” He asks you.

“My schedule.” You say with the shrug of your shoulders. You gesture to the space around you, it’s getting late, or early depending on how you look at it. The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon, bathing the garden in an orange glow. Most of the guests have gone home and the entire yard is in a state of disarray. Frankie can see his sister sprawled out on the couch through the French windows, a blanket haphazardly tossed over her. “Everybody’s going to bed, but this is the golden hour for me. The work I do, the pitching, the rewrites, the editing, the filming, it all happens overnight. It’s entirely nocturnal. You can’t ask anyone to get on board with that. People think they can handle it but they can’t.”

He senses you’ve learned that from experience. That there’s been a boyfriend or two in the past who’ve called it quits because they couldn’t deal with it.

“I’m an insomniac.” He reveals to you, his hand clasped around his beer. “Sometimes when I can’t fall asleep, I drive around the city with the radio on, get out of my own head for a little while.”

“I get that.” You tell him with a smile. “The city is different at night, it’s quiet, it feels like it’s settling.”

You’re not wrong. He sees a lot of shit you don’t see in the day time, but it’s the peacefulness that he enjoys. There’s less traffic on the road, the streets are quieter. He thinks the nightlife suits him.

“The good thing about that is that I know all the good places to eat…” He says checking his watch. “… at four thirty in the morning.”

“Are you asking me out for breakfast?”  

“Would you come along if I did?”

“Yea.” You tell him. “I think I would.”

“There’s a place around the corner.” He tells you, touching the edge of his cap. It’s a nervous gesture, because only now does he realise the enormity of his actions, that the night is shifting towards date territory, and he hasn’t been on a date for a very long time.  “We can walk it?”

“Sounds like a plan.” You say as you climb off the barstool. Frankie follows suit, helping you into your jacket before the two of you slip out through the garden gate, trying to make as little noise as possible. There’s a giddiness to it, he feels like a teenager sneaking out of his parent’s house to meet a girl.

Out on the street he’s surprised when you capture his hand in yours. They fit together perfectly, your fingers entwining with his. It’s been a long time since he’s held someone’s hand, even longer since he’s met someone who he connects with.

“I like this.” He says, his thumb ghosting along the inside of your wrist.

He sees the blush creep up your cheeks and he can’t help but smile because it’s just so fucking adorable.

“Good.” You tell him. “Because I like it too.”

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[crimsonredfeathers]

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Tamaki Amajiki x gn!Reader

Warnings: none, just some fluff for you to enjoy

Word Count: 641

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"Y/N...?" You didn't hear Tamaki's soft voice through your headphones, blasting music on the highest volume. You were sitting on your bed, happily scribbling away on a piece of paper, trying to come up with a new invention for your favorite student and his quirk. Upon realizing that there was no way you could have heard him, Tamaki took a moment to take in the sight in front of him. His breathing became ragged as he watched your completely oblivious form doing what came so naturally to you. His lips turned and twisted into a quivering smile - how could you be so cute?

As you put your pencil down and turned around to grab your drink, you jumped in surprise, startling Tamaki just as much. "Tamaki!" You snickered and put a hand on your chest, right over your fast-beating heart, removing your headphones with the other one, music still going. Tamaki swallowed, avoiding eye contact. "H-hey... I'm sorry, I..." he trailed off. Maybe he shouldn't have come to see you. He'd startled you and distracted you from your work. He must have been such a nuisance already.

"Don't worry, it's good to see you!" You gestured for him to enter your dorm room. Did you really mean it? How was it good to see... him? But then again, you never seemed to be annoyed by him or his demeanor. To the male student, it was a miracle. It took Tamaki a moment to steady himself and take a deep breath before he stepped into your room and closed the door behind him. You patted the duvet, urging him to take a seat, loud music still blaring from your headphones around your neck. With a deep red blush on his cheeks, he complied.

Tamaki took a seat on your soft bed, keeping some distance from you for good measure. He looked down to his hands, fiddling with his fingers, avoiding eye contact at all cost. "I have something I wanna show you, Tamaki!" You stood up and walked over to your desk. You grabbed your sketchbook, turned off the playlist on your phone while you were at it, and plopped back down next to your visitor. "Look, I was thinking about your visor the other day! It's already pretty cool and everything, but I noticed that this little piece over the bridge of your nose is leaving marks on your skin because it's probably too tight. So, I have been making a few adjustments, and your new visor will be finished by Monday. Also, I was just working on something that might come in handy," you moved a little and grabbed the piece of paper you had been working on minutes ago to show him, "but I guess, I'll talk to you about this in detail tomorrow, when it's not only a rough sketch anymore."

You turned your head to look at him, expecting some affirmation or denial on your proposal, but all you were met with were Tamaki's indigo blue eyes, staring at you, and a soft smile gracing his quivering lips. "Y-you..." He breathed shakily. "You m-made all of this... F-for me...?" You nodded in response. "I'm part of the support team, remember? I'd do anything for my favorite student," you proudly stated.

Tamaki gasped and covered his eyes with his hands. Never in his life had he felt this flustered before. You were just that cute, and did he really just miss everything you explained because he was staring at you? But what he did recall was what you had called him. Your favorite. "Y-y/n... I," and that's when the both of you heard a whistle coming from the direction of your door. From the inside of your room.

"Wow, sorry, you guys," Mirio sheepishly stated. "I didn't know you were both in here together. Did I interrupt anything?"

[mikaikaika]

Hello I've seen you around the QSMP spaces a lot, but I'm curious!! Do you have any cool headcanons you wanna share?

Hey anon! Thanks for the question and sorry if it took me a while I was recollecting my thoughts. I don't have any set hcs but a few thought sparced around here and there so here they are. They are mostly about the eggs but some people found their way in

Tallulah has all of Wilbur's letters memorised and she repeats them when she finds herself in danger. However sometimes Chayanne hears her muttering in her sleep and if he pays attention he can hear the repeat of Wilbur's words.

Richarlyson does not like to take baths due to his parenthood side that comes from Catboy Cellbit

Flippa and Tilin were very clumsy and often got injured so they had a bet going on with each other about who can convincingly tell their parent the most batshit crazy getting injured story without worrying them too much. Their record was never broken despite their exaggerated shenanigans

Missa was the better chef of the house who used to make diverse meals. Seeing him Chayanne took up cooking because he wanted to help after he saw how exhausted Phil was while taking care of two kids. It now helps him make proper use of all the potatoes and now he has one more skill he can use to provide for his loved ones incase they are stuck in danger

Not mine but someone had a hc that Antoine is an alien due to his moon and the tomska sketch he was a part of. I just wanna add to it that that is the reason his mc skin is layered with an outer layer. So it is him trying to imitate huamans and trying to fit in. That's the reason he has like three faces cause he wanted to fit in by doing his best attempts possible

Since Phil said they shop at hot topic cause they're a emo family, I think Tallulah hates it, so as a little sign of rebellion she keeps choosing tshirts with the most ridiculous captions to take home like one that says "crazy plant lady" with weed on it but Tallulah insists it represents her venues or anything over the top pink that she can find there like I'm talking mable pines level fluffy

Dapper is really good at doing rubix cubes and loves them but Ramon absolutely hates due to how engrossed Dapper got when he was learning it

As Chayanne grows up he end up outgrowing his duck floatie. So he ,with the help of Ramon and dapper, devises a belt with a duck belt buckle on it that can turn into a floatie anytime it is required. It comes in handy more often than you think.

Baghera is deathly afraid of snakes cause she's a duck

Cellbit's family are his anchor anytime his past comes haunting him back. He often gets nightmares that wake him up but all it takes is him seeing the picture of Richarlyson with he Favela Five or turning to his side and seeing the face of his sleeping husband and with one squeeze of his hand - Cellbit comes grounded back to reality and peacefulness.

When he's outside and people are accusing him of being a traitor or when things get too rough, you would often find Cellbit toying with his ring. It serves him as a reminder that his past is behind him and now he's in a better place and no matter what he would always have someone looking out and waiting for him - something he has never had before

The dragon colours that the eggs would be turned into coincides with the signs they use. Flippa's would be green similar to what gegg uses, Bobby's was brownish since he used normal signs, Tilin's would be slight orange as hers was red but she passed hers down to Pomme and Trump is light blue since his was blue but he passed it down to Richarlyson as Richas is more socially "loud" than he is

If Tilin and Juanaflippa were still here, their name together with Tallulah would have been TFT trio

Pac paints his nail but it's always chipped due to him working with Mike but you would never see it completely gone and no one knows how/when Pac reapplies and redamages it

Also I love this hc that all the partners of the people on the server are some kind of godly entity with specific powers that tie into the story

[kikker-oma]

hi friend!

idk how you phrase this but like

How do you draw bodies

because your art style is so good and I’m trying to find mine but people just don’t make sense to me 🥲

but aside from that, how is your day been?

Line of Action - best for figure drawing practice

@mellon-soup - has an INCREDIBLE repetoir of pose references. Here's their insta handle!

PROKO - has a lot of really great drawing fundamental resources on their YouTube channel for free. They also have paid online courses that go more in depth!

PoseManiacs - I used this when I was trying to learn and practice poses as well!

@miyuliart - on Twitter (or X , whatever it is) has a lot of great posts regarding pose study and anatomy! She even has some books for purchase too.

Lovely Blare, you are so sweet!! I'm glad you like my art style ❤️ it's definitely still being developed and I'm no master, but. I'm having fun building up my skills!

See below the break for more info cus this is kinda long lol

Above I've listed just a few of the many many many resources out there to study poses. These tend to be the people I look to most for references, tho they aren't the only ones!

If you're looking to practice and get better at anatomy and the fluidity of your poses, I would suggest starting by drawing actual people first. That way you know how real bodies move and twist and turn and what masclues go where. It makes simplifying and stylizing easier down the road!

Something I did a LOT, and honestly still do a lot, is find pictures of people or art of characters whose poses I like and just try to draw what I see. I have sketchbooks fuuulll of poses I copied just to practice! Tracing can definitely have it's value as well when you're learning!

I utilize Pinterest a lot to creat difference boards for reference photos I may need, and it's come in handy quite often!

I can show you how *I * draw bodies in general, but know that I kind of flub around until something starts to feel right haha. I'm still learning and practicing as well! How I draw bodies may now work for you and that's chill! Its all about trying out lots of different styles and seeing what you like best, or what methods make sense to you.

Fair warning: this probs isn't the most accurate tutorial, I just kinda threw something down as a general example hehe. I'm preaching about references but didn't want to use one at the moment cus I'm tired haha

Often my sketches are much messier and I just make lots of lines so I can find the "right one" lol.

These are some sketches I did for Peggys fan art!

Basically, just keep practicing until it eventually starts to look right lol

[zhongrin]

◇ a/n ◇ @thestarsofenkanomiya happy birthday haku!! 'tis but a small little present but i hope it brought you just a little bit of joy &lt;3

oh, and here's a handy tool if you need it!

◇ characters ◇ albedo, heizou, ??? (cyoa style)

◇ tags ◇ fluff

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

the morning sun rouses you from sleep, and the birds outside the window insistently chirp as you struggle to gather your consciousness. with a stretch and a sigh, you rub the sleep out of your eyes before glancing lazily at your side table.

.... hmm?

you squint and examine the foreign object that was definitely not there before you went to bed last night.

curious and intrigued, you reach out to take the item, which is…

▷ 𝑖. a thin rectangular package wrapped in brown paper, sealed with a star sticker. ▷ 𝑖𝑖. a simple envelope sealed with a maroon-colored wax stamp. ▷ 𝑖𝑖𝑖. a medium-sized, bulky package in black, with a somewhat familiar crest on it.

▶ 𝑖. a thin rectangular package wrapped in brown paper, sealed with a star sticker.

To my dearest [name],

Thank you for being born and for coming into my life.

I hope that was not too straightforward. I truly wish I can be with you on this very special day, but alas, my responsibility as the Knights of Favonius’ Chief of Alchemist had to intrude at the most inopportune time. Rest assured, however, that I have scheduled the rest of my afternoon and evening off, so I will be by your side soon enough.

In the meantime, I believe Klee will be wanting to spend some time with you. Please refrain from getting into too much trouble. We would not want to have you locked in the timeout room along with Klee on your birthday. I believe she mentioned she wanted to make flower crowns with you, along with some ‘secret project’ she refused to tell me. I have a feeling she wants to tap into her artistic skill to create a little something for you.

They say siblings think alike. I believe the saying must be close to the truth.

My gift to you is enclosed in this envelope. As you can tell at a glance, it’s a sketchbook. But it is not just a new sketchbook for you, my dearest. You should be able to see that it looks used. And if you flip through the pages you will see that they’re filled with my sketches for the past year.

I know you have been studying watercolor painting for some time now, and as I have repeatedly stated, I am quite enamored by your works. Thus, I would like to offer a collaboration. Will you peruse the sketchbook and paint over my sketches? I’m looking forward to seeing the beautiful works that sprout from your beautiful hands.

Happy birthday, my starlight. May your loveliness stay eternal - and while the notion of me making a wish here might not be an appropriate birthday tradition, please indulge my selfish desire (as you always so kindly do):

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔) 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.

Will you help me fulfill my wish, as i swear to do my very best to do the same with yours?

Your stardust, Albedo Kreideprinz.

▶ 𝑖𝑖. a simple envelope sealed with a maroon-colored wax stamp.

Hey partner!

Not much time to write so I’ll get straight to the point: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

I’m sending you the greatest present of all, which should arrive in the afternoon at the day of your birthday! Hmm? What’s the present, you ask? Well…

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜: c2hpa2Fub2luIGhlaXpvdQ==

Haha, it’s not fun to just get the answer straightaway, right? Now, I hope you managed to solve the puzzle before it arrives! I wonder how you’ll react when you see it… Ah, I can only wish I can see your expression directly ;)

Heizou 🔎

▶ 𝑖𝑖𝑖. a medium-sized, bulky package in black, with a somewhat familiar crest on it.

Pet ー

I have a new and very special 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 waiting for you today. Wear what I sent you. You know where to find me.

Don’t be late, now. Or else.

ー 𝕯

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[tpher]

how do you make your oc screencap edits?? i also have a td oc and i dont really know where to start 😭

ok so!!! i use firealpaca which is just my usual drawing program. so i'll keep using it as a reference for my steps but of course im sure whatever similar program u use should have similar features

i'll be long winded for funsies as usual 💕

FINDING YOUR SCREENSHOTS

the key to decent td edits is to flat out trace screenshots whenever possible. stock pics will do, but of course itll be a lot more fun and less obvious if u use a screenshot from the show and put it into your new context

in terms of making your ocs, you will likely have to do what someone once called "frankensteining" your pics. this is where you use pics of other characters for their specific features and put them together since your oc doesnt have official screenshots to trace. this also absolutely comes in handy w canon characters! maybe you have a pose but u need them to be sitting. so try to stitch together two different pics to get what u need

it will look very scary but just trust the process. here is a random example i made using a dawn screenshot (where i removed the background), gwens eyes and eyebrows, and kittys hair

the sketching part is semi-optional. if you think you can freehand the lineart then go ahead but i assume your oc wont be a complete copy of something found in canon and therefore you will have to draw the newer/different features (such as the hair or the outfit) at least a little bit. and sometimes when i frankenstein the pics, my brain gets all overwhelmed so sketching makes me feel better jfbdjdnd

(in terms of my own oc, i screwed myself over bc his body type is so unique i gotta freehand it like all the time 😭

you can see i traced his head from his render (ALWAYS DO THIS BTW!!! TRACE CONSTANTLY), but then the body was freehanded using a canon pic as reference because tracing the pic wouldve been inaccurate)

THE LINEART

yes the iconic td thick, sharp, flat lineart. i achieve this by using a normal pen tool, turning off the pen pressure, and then turning up my pen stability to 40-60 (very high). you could use a curve tool if that works for you! but i would suggest against that for ALL of it bc the tool just wont respond well to rly drastic curves and such

the pen size varies on the pic. if the characters are close-up, itll likely be a bigger one. and then the characters' little details and facial features are usually a slightly but definitely noticeable smaller size. for the most part, ive had the bigger pen size at 13 while the details are around 9. or big size 10 and smaller size 7.

heres my technique:

as u can see, all of my lines go a bit too far. this is so that when im done drawing them, i can go back in and slowly erase where they meet and get them all sharp and pointy. this is just how i personally do it lmao. when it comes to facial features and other stuff that doesnt connect to anything, just get a close look at your reference to see how thick or how thin the edges get and do ur best to erase the edges to the point where they should be

THE COLORING

not much to it! the bucket tool is the best way to go. again just get a good look at your references just in case any parts have the lineart also colored in

THE BACKGROUND

you can find some generic td background pics on google or u could get them from the show and try to erase any character in the way lmao. if ur recreating something like, say, a dunc/ney scene w a different ship, then its very tedious but youll have to do your best to erase the canon characters and piece the background back together.

i like using the smudge tool a lot for this!!! just kinda pulling whats already there towards the characters. to save time, put your drawing visible on a top layer as you do this so that you dont have to edit the ENTIRE background, just what you need

THE RENDERING

ok so heres a big one imo. after youre done, youre gonna have to fuck up the quality at least a little. well not that u HAVE to but like..... to match the standard quality of a td screenshot? ive never seen a td screenshot in perfect hd quality outside of stock art. so u could blur ur drawing just a little bit. maybe add in the teeniest bit of chromatic aberration (just set it to 1 or -1). not ALL of them together but u do whatever u gotta do

my personal favorite is blurring just a little and then saving it as a jpeg (around 65-80%) so that its pretty crunchy and looks all the more real

obviously not a NECESSARY step but just something to point out. especially if ur background isnt the best quality so the characters have to match it

this one from yesterday i didnt even redraw topher bc i was lazy and he looks fine enough. i just put danny onto the pic to cover the other character. so i blurred danny a little bit and then saved it in a pretty low quality so that they match one another. look at those pixels. that crunch.

SO THE TLDR IS just trace and copy your references as close as possible. if you cant find a reference for your character, try finding another character w something close enough

[zexainias-doodles]

💜 Dance with Me 🩷

I worked so hard on this drawing and I love it! Fun fact; I listened mostly to electroswing music while working on it. >w< This time around, I thought it would be fun to share some progress pics for anyone who may be curious about my process.

So the first step to most of my drawings is a structure drawing. I used to not use these at all, but boy do they come in handy. They're used to determine your poses and proportions. As you can see it's made up of lines and simple shapes.

Once the structure drawing is where I like it, then I make the sketch. Tulleula's arm was too long, so I fixed it. I also moved Jax's arm back a bit to look more natural.

After the sketch is done, I make the simple line art with pen. I wanted Tulleula's tutu to have a different angle, so I redrew it.

Next, it was time for the first layer of color. This is where I stop with some of my drawings if I don't care to spend too much time on them, but with this one I wanted to go all the way.

Now it's time for the shading. You might think this is finished, but the last step is important.

Ta-da! The finished product. Having defined, varying line art really brings out the details in the drawing. Sometimes I add a simple background, but I couldn't think of anything this time. Plus I've already spent an unruly amount of time on this. Let me know what you think!

[castielmydarling]

Suptober 2023-Day 5: Portrait

Pencil to Paper-456 words on AO3 or below Summary: Dean has time to work on his favorite subject, Cas. A sequel of sorts to days 3 fic pen to paper

“How’s it coming?” Cas says calmly. 

“You can’t rush greatness.” Dean glances up from his sketchbook to look at Cas, sitting in the armchair. 

Cas rolls his eyes. 

“Hey, none of that.” Dean chides.

“Dean, I’ve stood and watched humanity pass by for decades at a time. I have no problem waiting. I waited over twelve years for you, didn’t I?” He teases, amused. 

Dean blushes. “Hey, don’t pin all that on me.”

“Anyways, I was simply inquiring how it was coming along.” Cas continues. 

“Sure you were.” Cas talks big but Dean knows he can either be ‘Mr. I’ll wait here then’ or ‘Mr. How long is this going to take.’. He looks over his drawing. “About three quarters done. Maybe another hour?” He guesses.

“Can I see?” Cas shifts as if to get up. 

“You stay there.” Dean scolds. “No peeking. You know the rules.”

Sometimes hunts were boring. They involved a lot of stakeouts and waiting around. Dean took to doodling on whatever napkin or scrap of paper he had handy to pass the time. It wasn’t until Cas died at Lucifer’s hand that Dean found his favorite subject. He thought drawing him would help keep him alive, help him cope. It didn’t exactly help much but after Cas came back he kept at it. Cas was gone too much for his liking so drawing him was a way to keep him close. And it helped. A little. 

Dean rarely did full body portraits, mainly sticking to simple quick sketches. Once or twice Cas caught him sketching him while he slept. Dean told him he had no room to complain given the years Cas spent watching him sleep. 

This was the first time Cas was posing for him. Awake and knowingly, anyways. Dean was nervous he wouldn’t be able to draw properly. Sometimes Cas’ gaze could make him feel like he was under a microscope, in the best way. But once he started he found it surprisingly easy. It was relaxing to know they had time to do this. He wasn’t just doing a quick thing in a motel room before leaving to kill some monster. No. Now they had time to sit around in silence while Dean worked. And Cas was more than happy to sit around and watch him do it. 

“I think I know what’s taking so long.” Cas says, breaking the comfortable silence. “I’m wearing all these clothes. I’m sitting in this big armchair. Maybe next time we stay in our room, eliminate some items.” He says nonchalantly. 

Dean’s hand slips. He works to fix the huge line now cutting across the page. “ Uh, yeah. We could try that.” He says tyring, and failing, to keep his voice steady. 

[fly-sky-high-09]

HII I’m not sure if this is the right blog but I’m so curious about how you color artwork, like what brushes you use, I really love your style and have thought about taking some inspiration from it

Hi! :D This is fine, I'll reblog it to my art blog so it can be easier to find, no worries.

I'm not the type that uses too many different brushes! I ended up comfortable with just a single brush for most of my work unless the style calls for something else (like soft look of Rain World, which I did a little step by step for here~)

The main brush I use for just about everything is Design Brush. I use it for sketching, I use it for lineart and I use it to add shadows and highlights! I also like to mess with the backgrounds with it

I got hooked to Real G-pen recently for fun lines and texture! Opaque watercolor is what I use for soft rendering like slugcats~ Gouche is very fun to paint with also because of the texture! I haven't used in awhile tho. Light running ink is what I use for smokey effects, clouds, stuff like that! I love the brush! And uh... the last brush is called *checks the source* Nouchika Square Brush. It's free! It's square! It's new to me! very fun to use!

Details about the steps with Design pencil:

After sketching, I basically just lineart with the same brush in a different layer (or multiple of them, if needed!). Once done, I also duplicate the lineart layer to make the previous a little sharper, since depending on the pressure the brush can be faint or very strong, which will come in handy with colors later!

Single layer VS doubled:

Next, for easy color in, I select the areas outside of lineart, invert selection and even shrink it by 1 pixel. Then, I color the new layer bellow lineart flat with one base (in this case, Koromon's pinkish color)

Above it, I hand fill other colors and yes, there are probably easier ways to do that but I am way to used to the hard way XD Note that I rely on this: Hold CTRL and click on base color layer to select everything in that layer, then make a layer and color within that, so I don't cross the border/lines.

I usually lock layers for the next part but you can also just make a new layer above.

Use gradient tool (with which ever options) and select colors that are slightly shifted in hue and saturation from the base color picked one and toss in a bit of gradient shadow and highlight in each locked color!

Remember, color picker is your best friend ever to befriend in any art program! it will help you find hues in this gradient you can work with to add to the shape while doing the simple render!

Now, I use the same brush still but I change sizes depending on which area I'm going to go across. Nice part about it is the aforementioned pressure that can apply less or more color depending on how much you press down. I go with the light strokes over first and then stronger ones above! you can get softer shading this way! Same with highlight~ If something feels off somewhere, color pick the nearest hue and stroke the mistake away~ You can do the same if you want to use any present hue in another part of the figure

after that's done, I then tend to put another layer and select Overlay option on it to add at least a little bit more shadow or highlight (I chose highlight in this case). There is no background for this drawing so I figured it would be nice to add a little bit of cold colors to the warm ones Koromon is made of.

You can play with other layer options or even edit and color adjustments like tone curve, color balance and brightness/contrast, with any color layer! I do it a lot actually~

You add some extras if you want and you're done~

There is not much to it, so I use this for a simple style commission!