#thought that art looks chaotic in my sketchbook

[ruzhuzhu]

thought about will turning into something else because of tasting human flesh that hannibal fed him

[diagoose]

my dearest drow evocation wizard is done and fabulous boys.

[steftastan]

Carian Stroll

“Tell Blaidd, and Iji…I love them.”

Before this piece, I had been wanting for a long time to create my own piece of Elden Ring fanart featuring Ranni. I had tried several sketches unsuccessfully, just wasn’t particularly feeling the ideas I had sketched up until that point.

One day of usual internet scrolling, I stumbled upon this gorgeous piece of art by Shimomura Kanzan.

I knew immediately I wanted to do something like this for my Elden Ring fanart. In fact, if you look at this piece, there is tons of inspiration that I drew from the original artwork, such as the style of the yellow leaves and the main subject matter being a prominent silhouette of the brightest value, placed at approximately the bottom third of the image.

The main character is cleverly shrouded amidst various layers of trees and foliage, giving us the impression that we're peeking into candid moment of their life. In the case of the fox, we caught it during a mid-day snack. In the case of Ranni and her party, we caught them in a leisurely stroll, while Iji outfits the dreaded Fingercreepers with their iconic rings.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to capture a happy moment, but Ranni goes as far as to ask us to deliver to Iji and Blaidd the message that she loves them dearly as her quest draws near its end. I would imagine they all must have had fun moments together as a family. Hey, maybe even the hands liked to be around them?

The process

I started this on my iPad using the procreate app. Sadly the full process is not captured on video, as I switched to Photoshop for the rendering phase of the illustration. This video is a fun window into my chaotic process and how I iterate on the fly on the same canvas. I probably wouldn't do that in a professional setting where you often need to have color keys and iterations to be reviewed and analyzed. I like to I cut myself some slack when doing personal art to keep things fun.

Trying and failing some more

This illustration was not a straightforward path. I haven’t been very diligent about personal art, and at some point I started deviating too much from my reference by adding too many levels of depth to the background and suffocating the piece. I got into a weird loop where I would randomly open the PSD, play around with the values, pushing Iji to the back, then bringing him back, cranking all the levers on Ranni, etc., decide it would look horrible, then begrudgingly determine I’d never complete this image and go on with my life.

As artists we likely have unfinished work sitting everywhere, be it in our sketchbooks, canvases, or hard drives. But it’s a different kind of sting when you feel like you can’t even nail the fundamentals.

Anyway, so a couple weeks ago, I decided to give it another go, but this time I would get rid of all the unnecessary stuff, even stuff that I had been trying to render for ages. I would not hold on to anything, I would try and recapture what drew me to Kanzan's beautiful painting to begin with.

After it became a matter of pushing and pulling pixels until the image was finished!

That’s about it. I didn’t go crazy in depth but lately I’ve been enjoying reading into artists’ processes and I’d be remiss to not share my own thought process also.

Thank you for viewing!

[alastxrs]

pspssppsps

albebe with an academic rivals reader

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲

Y/N is 18

He is 5'8

Freshman in College

Albedo is also a Freshman in College

Both are top students from their Highschool

Klee is Albedo's babysister

"Oh no, I'm gonna be late!!"

The (H/C) haired man was currently running through campus, trying to make it to his next class because he didn't want to be late on his second week.

Y/N hurried through the building of Mondstadt University, his mind preoccupied with the homework he had the night before. He had a list of things to do and deadlines to meet, and he was determined not to let anything derail his plans. Lost in thought, he rounded a corner without paying much attention to the surroundings.

At that exact moment, Albedo emerged from a nearby alleyway, his focus consumed by the sketchbook he held in his hands. He was so engrossed in his drawings that he failed to notice Y/N approaching until it was too late.

The collision was inevitable.

"Oof!" Y/N exclaimed as he collided with Albedo, the force causing them to stumble backward. Papers fluttered through the air, their belongings scattering across the ground in a chaotic mess.

Albedo, too, was caught off guard by the sudden impact. His sketchbook slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a soft thud. He quickly regained his balance, reaching out to steady Y/N with a concerned expression.

"I apologize," he said, his voice calm and composed despite the mishap. "I should have been more attentive."

Y/N blinked, momentarily stunned by the unexpected encounter. He glanced down at the scattered papers and belongings, feeling a flush of embarrassment rising to his cheeks.

"No, no, it's my fault," Y/N replied quickly, bending down to gather his things. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

Albedo knelt beside him, offering a helping hand as they collected their belongings. Their fingers brushed against each other briefly, sending a jolt of warmth through Y/N's veins.

The two of them stared at each other for awhile until Y/N yelled. "I'm gonna be late!" and he quickly ran away from the blonde-haired man, Albedo just watched completely in a daze from what had just happened since he was pretty sure classes didn't start til 10 am and it was only 9:30.

That wasn't the first interaction between Y/N and Albedo

Y/N thought they were going to be good friends (WRONG!)

He was angry that Albedo corrected every single thing

So he was doing everything in his power to outsmart him

Albedo thought this was flirting

Everyday, It was Albedo and Y/N being top for their classes

Head to Head

When it came to art? Albedo was on top.

English? Y/N was on top.

Science? Both were on top.

Klee thought that her brother was flirting with Y/N and that they were together.

Y/N was just the only one who doesn't know about the feelings.

"Oh for FUCK'S SAKE!"

Albedo was caught off guard when he was pinned against the wall as the (H/C) haired man glared at the man before him.

Y/N looked down at him. "You just had to be better than me!! Why the fuck are you so smart!" he wasn't thinking about anything except the rage that he felt in that moment.

The blonde-haired man was staring, completely confused.

Weren't they flirting?

Albedo frowned a bit as he looked up at the taller male. "I was..." he started speaking softly but got cut off.

"You were what?! Trying to just piss me off?!" He tilted his head as he leaned his face closer towards him. "You just have to be smarter than me! I'm just trying to be on top!"

"I think you are very smart."

That had the taller man surprised.

Y/N and Albedo stood facing each other, their gazes locked in a moment of quiet understanding. The air between them crackled with anticipation, a silent invitation passing between them. Without a word, they leaned closer, drawn inexorably together by an unseen force.

Their lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss, a soft and tender exploration of the connection that had been growing between them. It was a moment suspended in time, their hearts beating in unison as they lost themselves in the warmth of each other's embrace.

Albedo's hands found their way to Y/N's waist, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving with a passion born of longing and desire. Y/N responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around Albedo's neck as he melted into his embrace.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a timeless embrace. In that moment, there was no past or future, no worries or doubts—only the overwhelming certainty that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths coming in soft, ragged gasps, they were both smiling, their eyes shining with unspoken emotion. It was a simple gesture, a fleeting moment of intimacy, but it spoke volumes about the depth of their connection.

Maybe two genius' wasn't too bad....

[voidju1cebox]

you know what fuck it, miles g. (prowler miles) headcanons (this will be general, maybe later i will make some x reader because im gay it sounds fun)

he would eat rice with avocado

he can make the TASTIEST FOOD IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, like, you ain't gonna come tell me he wouldn't make food for his mom

in that same line of thought: his mom and him would have 'leftover days' which, as the name implies, is a day (usually a weekend day) where you eat the left over food

while e1610 miles has a bit of a more chaotic but functional work space, e42 miles would have a much more organized workspace (when not in use)

ok so rio mentions comics-con so in my heart he is still a nerd

straight As, (i like the idea that he still goes to a fancy school) he wants to not only show he deserves his place at the school, he also wants to make sure he doesn't put more stress on his mom :(

he would still go to vision academy (or whatever his equivalent is). he would have applied because his mom wanted him to have a good future, at first he wasn't really planing to go even if he managed to pass the entrance exam but when he did he was offered a scholarship so there were no more excuses not to

he is much more serious and quiet in class, he wouldn't have many friends if any at all because he wouldn't seem super approachable

not a head canon but: im not sure if he would take any art classes like e1610 miles, on one hand, his mom would encourage him to use all the tools and things the school is offering, on the other, he would probably not have enough time to do so because of his prowler things

e1610 miles: art and quantum physics e42 miles: art and robotics (or something along those lines)

this guy will NOT stand disrespect towards women. his mom is rio morales and i guarantee she would not stand his son being disrespectful

after his father died he would get in a lot of fights both because he needed a way to cope and he felt like he needed to show the world and himself that he was strong enough to protect his loved ones

i like the idea that he is either; friends with Gankee, or, they used to be friends but distanced

ok, so im not sure when exactly he would have become the prowler, but i think that at first he would have done it alone; shitty suit that doesnt really protect him and only really works to mask identity, very limited gear if any at all, probs used like blunt force weapons (baseball bat)

his uncle notices that miles had started to get bruises again and notices that rio looks more stressed so he assumes miles is picking fights again, so he confronts miles. it becomes a bit of an argument nearly fight but miles finally breaks and tells uncle Aaron he is prowler

after uncle aaron accepts that miles is the prowler and "no, i wont stop doing this, this is the way im helping" he agrees to support and help miles in his vigilante endeavors and helps him get stuff to update his suit so he can be safer

:0, he gives his mom little clay or paper flowers, since she doesnt have taht much time to take care of a live one and so she can have a little bit of color in her days

i feel like he is more of a video games nerd than a comics nerd

he sits extremely still, he almost could be mistaken for a statue

sometimes when the house feels way too empty for his comfort he goes to his uncle's to pass time till he calms or for the whole night

his sketchbooks are FILLED, like im talking not only the pages; the covers are filled with doodles, he has receipts and napkins and stuff he has drawn on, he has some pressed flowers both to use as references and to rememeber his moms favourites

his mom helps him with his hair, she learned through a combination of uncle aaron, jeffs side of the family, and of course miles

[ivorydragoness44]

I've done some art things lol

I wanted to share some progress with my Darth Maul Adult Coloring Book Pages ideas 😄

A little bit of a chaotic mess probably (this is page 2), but little thumbnails are in one of my journals (my sketchbook was to far away at the time 😆) And yes, that says "55/61" in the top center. That is the 55th thumbnail, but technically the 61st page idea (ideas for repeated patterns on 2 pages instead of just one).

Although, in my dreams I would love to do a 100 page coloring book, but that is unrealistic for me at the moment. So with your help, I would like to narrow it down to at least 30 to start. (Duel of the Fates literally just started playing...what even???)

The bottom right sketch is me staring at an image of the zabrak in question because it has been soooo long since I've drawn him. But not bad. The one next to that is me needing a reference 😅 but that one in theory should be great: smug chest revealing Maul. And the third sketch (my beloved).

tldr: Look at the Maul sketches I did. 😊 Thoughts on 30 pages?? Want to see the other thumbnail sketches???

[thatwriterchaotic]

Chaotic’s Masterlist

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Short stories:

Flower's

When Daryl was young his mother was fascinated with flower's. Daryl always went on walks with her on day's where his father would get really drunk and angry. She would distract him by showing him flower's and picking them together. Now since the apocalypse, Daryl finds himself in a big open field picking flowers for his loved one. He remembers her and how he wished she could see him now. Happy and loved by you.

What Are We?.. continued

Daryl had always been slow and careful with your relationship. Always wanting to treat you right. Make you the happiest person on the planet. But he also kept thinking about you in other ways. Maybe it was time to be a little bit more intimate with you. [18+]

Imagines:

New To This

You and Daryl had recently started dating. You always had feelings for each other but now both of you had a safe place to settle down. Your new home, the Prison. It was finally time to take it easy and be together

Fluff: 

Dog part 1 / part 2

Reader is the one who finds dog. Dog saves them and the reader remembers how Daryl always wanted a dog when he was younger but could never have one due to his abusive father. The reader surprises him with Dog.

Series:

The Bonfire  part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

Summary: Alexandria decided to have it’s fall bonfire. A night where everyone would gather and spend time together. Things have been a little rough lately and the kids came up with the idea. You decided to make your pecan pie. It was a favorite by mostly everyone. Especially a man with a crossbow that’s been eyeing you lately

Angst: 

Scars

Daryl is having a difficult day with body shaming issues from his own mind. The reader notices when they wake up and comfort's him and shows him how beautiful he is and there is no reason for him to be hating himself for his scars

I could have lost you... (50 Follower Special)

It was supposed to be easy. Just a quick run in and run out. Nothing else. It wasn’t supposed to go like this…

Requests:

Just one more drink!!

Another party was happening to celebrate the people of Alexandria. Things have been a bit difficult lately, you thought it would be a good idea to go with Daryl as a couple. Until it didn't..

Look My Way

You mostly kept to yourself, being very socially awkward and shy. It was difficult to connect with people. Daryl always tried his best to be kind to you and help you open up. That was until someone got their hands on your sketchbook.

Blade 2

Scud

Short Stories:

Imagines:

Fluff:

Series:

Angst:

Requests:

Watch and Learn

After a stressful week Scud suggests you try smoking. Seeing you so exhausted and worn out he wanted to help you.

This wasn't supposed to happen!!

You were on your way to see Scud. It had been a long and tiring week. With work and your college exams. You felt exhausted. Scud always made you feel better. You didn't notice the extra set of eyes on you as you walked down the alley way…

Our little secret

It was Scud’s first time coming to your apartment. Which you tried to avoid the most. Wondering how he would react to you being a witch and all.

Just a little crush

Scud would never admit but he had a huge crush on you. Until after a mission gone wrong and you end up hurt.

Boondock Saint's

Murphy

Short Stories:

Imagines:

Fluff:

Series:

Noisy Neighbors part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Trying to get some sleep for the night, you herd loud music playing from your neighbors apartment. That's the night you met the MacManus brother's. [18+]

Angst:

Requests:

You are my love

You and Murphy had just started dating recently. Murphy and Connor always ended up sneaking off somewhere and you had enough of it.

Gossip

Travis

Short Stories:

Imagines:

Fluff:

You're new around here (200 follower special)

You recently just transferred to a new college. You majored in the arts and a minor in photography. For one of your assignments you had to have a partner. That's how you met Travis.

Series:

Angst:

Requests:

[bloodsuckingfiends]

Name: Tavriel / Elendil Class/Race: high-elf rogue Alignment: chaotic neutral Eye color: hazel Hair color: black Skin: olive toned, light freckles on bridge of nose and cheekbones, scar on forehead and on the right side on her lip. Appearance notes: multiple silver hoops adorn both of her ears, her eyes are often lined dark, wears hair in a loose bun while in combat. Weapons of choice: short bow, short sword, daggers Personality: can be shy and anxious in certain situations or around certain people, but is often sarcastic and snarky. She has a dry dark sense of humor, but is actually very sensitive and caring. She has trust and abandonment issues from past trauma as a child, but is trying to work through it. She often thinks of other's over herself, as she doesn't hold herself in a high regard. Will hold grudges, but if she likes or loves you, she is the most loyal person you will meet. If you wrong her, she will drop you and make it known what you've done. Don't expect to ever be in her favor again if you make a mistake like that. Likes: the scents of patchouli, lavender, vanilla, and leather. Creating art, particularly with charcoal or paints. Reading. Rain, but not thunderstorms. Sweets and pastries. Animals, particularly cats. Background: Elendil was born to a decently well-off family in Baldur's Gate. Her mother stayed at home to take care of her and her brother, while her father worked as a highly esteemed artist in the city, running his own shop. When she was a child, her name was Tavriel, or as her family and close friend called her, Tav. She attended the academy in Baldur's Gate, and that is where she met her best friend Astarion at a very young age. The two grew inseparable, always looking out for each other, causing trouble together, and spending any free time they had with each other. When Astarion began studying to become a magistrate, Tav began apprenticing under her father to hone her artistic skill and become a professional artist. Often times, you could find Astarion lounging in his family's library late into the night, book in hand and Tav's head resting on his lap while he studied. Her sketchbook resting on her chest, charcoal dangling from her limp fingers as she dozed off. It didn't take a seer to see that the two had begun to fall for each other, but somehow they were completely oblivious to the other's feelings. Years later when Astarion is murdered, Tav is devastated. Her heart feels as though it's missing a huge a large piece that only her best friend could fill. When she comes of age, she chooses the name Elendil, which translates to "friend and lover of the stars" in Elvish. It is a traditionally masculine name, which she takes with reasoning; to honor the little star that will be forever young and not come of age or get the chance to choose a name as she had, and who she will forever love wherever his soul may roam.

A/N: I have a chaptered fic planned that centers around Astarion and my named Tav's relationship, so I thought it might be a good idea to introduce her!

[elena-illustration]

I've never been so invested in someone's OCs before. I can't help but rewatch your animatics and wish there was a 'directors voice over' type thing or a scene by scene breakdown, haha. Would you ever consider sharing the process behind your animatics?

You are too nice!! 😭

Of course I'd share my process if people are interested! My method isn't very complicated. Here is a broad overview, focusing on a scene from the BRUTUS animatic.

First, I come up with the entire animatic while listening to a song on repeat (I like to do this on walks / runs) - and then, when I like my ideas enough, I make a script using the song's lyrics (like so):

[Image ID:

A Word document which reads: "My name is Brutus and my name means heavy / (Cadogan is in The Battle, people run past him, he looks terrified) / So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my Enemy / (reluctantly he fights, the scene changes from the battle to the regency tournament seamlessly several times, with Cadogan’s movements staying consistent)"

End ID.]

This was the climax of the song, and I wanted the scenes to overlap so that the mood could be as chaotic as possible. At this point in Cadogan's life that the animatic is centered around, he feels like all of his separate tragedies are collapsing into one never-ending nightmare. I wanted the separate scenes to feel like they were likewise all crushing together for each shot.

2. Once I have the script, I go to my art program (Autodesk Sketchbook) and then draw a LOT!! I like to dive in straight to lineart / shading, but when there’s a complicated scene (like the one scripted above), I do have to slow down and draw a sketch first.

If the scene involves fighting, I like to watch some videos of the type of fighting to get a sense of movement, like this one:

(Even though they’re fighting with axes here, I really love the way they move.)

When I have a sense of the movement, I freestyle the sketch:

[Image ID:

A sketch of a man fighting with a sword and shield. He attacks with his shield, blocks, and then spins around to attack with his sword.

End ID.]

It’s probably not great for Cadogan to spin around like that, but I just drew what I thought looked cool. 🥲 You can also see I was having trouble telling his legs apart, so one leg gets to be blue. :)

3. Then, I draw the scene in over the sketch:

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The same gif as before, but now the sketch has been filled in with lineart and shading. The central figure does all the same motions, but the background changes around him to show a battlefield and a tournament arena.

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For this shot, I remember I originally had the sky the same color for both the battle and the tournament. However, because the scene moves so quickly, it wasn't clear that he was fighting through two separate scenes, so I made the skies different so that they were easier to tell apart.

And there you have it! Let me know if there's anything you'd like more detail on. And thank you again for such a wonderful ask! :)

[nagirambles]

Got this little hc where Gray is, like, the most financially stable of the team. We never hear him groan about money, not once in the series, while so many others do. Gray probably had a really nice flat or something that he always pays the rent for on time. I also hc that he's got a great rep for being good at damage control on solo jobs, but add Natsu or Erza into the equation and all of Gray's composure and brain cells just temporarily evacuate. Like, the guy actually gets very little complaints from his clients aside from his stripping habit.

I'm curious if u would agree with my hc that Gray is actually pretty good at sketching, architecture, and has better-than-average understanding of physics and engineering. The guy is pretty pragmatic and down-to-earth for a Fairy Tail mage, and his creations are more simple but efficient and effective than elaborate like Lyon's. I think he he practices and enriches his magic by studying architecture, physics, and engineering to better know how to utilize it. The sketching he does is just to practice his imagination and design potential new creations.

(Cana and Loke once read through his sketchbook. After seeing the well-thought-out schematics of a massive chainsaw and an attack that looks scarily similar to Erza's blumenblatt, they carefully put the sketchbook down.)

I really love how Gray puts the impression in everyone he’s stable and normal but once you get to know him he’s anything but.��

Design-wise as anime tropes go, Gray’s the dull colour on the wheel (dark blue/black) to contrast the vibrant yellows and reds from the others, so there’s balance in the dynamics and designs in the main crew. Typically these characters are also the assigned Tsukkomi, because their visual normality implies they’re the voice of reason. And usually, they’re somehow the most unhinged of the group in one specific, very eccentric way (which for Gray would be the stripping habit. I love characters like that in older shounen anime, they’re usually my favourite of the group. 

So. Like. Yes. Gray as a genuinely competent, financially stable, and generally responsible person in his daily life that just gets wrung down once Natsu gets within fifty feet of him. Fabulous. 

ALSO. That headcanon for Gray being good at sketching? It is perfect. I just makes so much damn sense I am miffed I didn’t think of it earlier. It makes so much sense for literally all of his ice creations, actually match up with him specializing in static creation by adding more depth to that fact, and like. This sets him apart from Gajeel despite them both being ‘make weapons out of their element to fight’ wizards. And it reflects how practical he is compared to Laki’s chaotic art, for example. I like it so much omg.

The idea that his ideas can range from practical to just objectively horrifying is just. A mix between a chuuni’s dream come true and Edward Elric. Please. 

[bandit-o-s-oc-arch]

ZME→NEW(2022)

ZME → NEW (2022)

wow! i'm really happy somehow with this, it came out super fun and chaotic, feels like one of the first proper blend of my current level of "lyricspost" and one of my illustrations. took a really long time agonizing over this, only today were all the pieces in order to get texture and real coulor on this, and i'm so happy with it.

ah! wow! its ZME, one of my only like, fully drawn oc's, a zombie chick who is also definitely another self portrait thing(oops! all mes). i've drawn her alot of different ways, shes always shape shifting slightly(appropriate for an alien corpse full of several different strains of necrotic oogies i feel) but this felt like the first time i really gave her time outside my sketchbook.

and how much time it's been! I started this back after i finished my TennoCon piece(JULY!!) as an attempt to get prepped for Art-Fight but i was just hitting a wall with having to digitize every detail in this(look below and like wow i was really asking for it) it was pretty exhausting but i eventually got every piece put together... and then it was a matter of just getting that compositing done which was a total pain in itself!

pose wise, i wanted to challenge myself further with this and draw a character sitting down, not standing still posing flat with one arm kinda doin something. i choose a Peter Shire chair because i love Ettore Sottsass and the Memphis Design style and i thought it would be interesting to pose with.

I went with the hand reaching up like that because it felt right to have ZME look like it was falling in place, not moving. and because shes just so many different fungi and bullouses and rot and sinew and thats hot and sexy of her ZME is technically naked here, sans shoes(feet likers lose again!!! HAH) because naked, rotting, spacing out at the same time on art-furnishings is [legally distinct from ]converse appropriate.

and then for the wild colors i just was having some fun, making her glow like shes in a laser tag space and grafitting the clean shapes of the Bel Air chair into being as corrupted as ZME is. i was going for trying to make her feel meaty and off, but that good neon cyan sci-fi gore-meat > human red flesh. idk thats it! enjoy! please ♥️Like♥️ and 🔁Share🔁

[padfootastic]

Hope you don’t mind me sharing this with you. 💛

So, I have this headcanon that James is really good at drawing/painting. Like I see him as being really creative in a lot of ways. But this particular creative outlet stared out as a little kid having fun with art like most of us do. BUT it developed into this passion and something he really wanted to be good at after meeting Sirius because he wanted to draw things to make him smile. Like this really took hold after he found out just how shitty Sirius’ family is. So over summer breaks James would just bombard him with drawings of anything and everything he could think of to cheer him up. (Comic strips, pranks unfolding, some crazy surreal image, you name it he drew it). Some move some don’t. Which eventually evolved into James drawing primarily the two of them together being their chaotic selves doing god knows what, but there is also some incredibly sweet, tender, and intimate ones that Sirius will never allow another person to see because they are HIS and he like sleeping with them under his pillow or something and stares at them whenever stuff at home get too hard before running away. 🥺😫💙

: o never!!! inbox is always, always open especially for such precious headcanons 🥺🥺

ok but !!! that’s so good!! i love it. i know people talk about musician/singer james but artist is a new one for me and it’s so lovely. i can see it too. he’d totally be the type of kid to leave handprints and scribbles and doodles all over potter manor and you just *know* effie and flea always encouraged it so he brought the habit with him to hogwarts; it’s not surprising to walk into their dorm and see the walls filled with all kinds of things.

i also like him channelling his energy and hyperactivity into art; using it as a way to process Big Feelings and when he’s feeling helpless/powerless which clinches very neatly with Sirius’ situation. james can’t do anything about it, not really, so he uses this medium to try and cope & make sirius feel better at the same time.

i’m also now imagining boudoir art (that’s a thing right? if it isnt, it should be) where he draws sirius in those super intimate moments u talked about and omg ok listen. i have a Thought.

so sirius isn’t vain right? like, he knows he’s beautiful but that’s about it. no more than that. he doesn’t even think he’s All That bc of a pretty solid complex instilled in him by his family where nothing is ever good enough right? but then. then he sees james drawing him like this, the way j sees him and he’s basically just gob-fucking-smacked bc it’s literally like an angel or something and ‘that can’t be me right? no way?’ and james is just like ‘of course it is si who else?’ and he just has to mentally recalibrate bc he suddenly has way too many feels and ‘oh my god what do i do now is that really how he sees me’ and just. yeah. james breaking down his barriers one by one lol.

or or or someone takes a look through an oblivious pining james’ sketchbook (who thinks he’s just innocently drawing his surroundings p; and it’s just filled with sirius, yeah? and they’re like ‘huh. u got something to tell us, mate?’ and he’s just like, owlishly blinking, clearly confused. ‘…no?’ and the other person just gets more and more suspicious like uh yeah sure u don’t and james is just getting flustered when they point out what’s going on and yeah. sure be nice if this is how he founds out he’s in love with his best friend lol

sirius being possessive of james’ art is also so precious 🥺🥺 like someone tries to take a peek and he just snatches it away with an unimpressed look like ‘mine 😤’ it’s so hilarious

[villainworshiper]

Grabber x artist! Gn! Reader HC?

Would be so lovely to see what you come up with, feel free to ignore also!

/knuckle cracking

this is my jam, dear anon I love you for giving me this topic.

The Grabber x Artist GN!reader

Warnings

you might have diabetes after reading this post, mentions of kidnaping, stockholm syndrome, older reader

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being trapped sure is disturbing enough but not having your sketchbook nearby was torture.

the boredom when he wasn't around was enough to make you start looking for something, anything you could use to draw.

you ended up finding a small piece of chalk in a corner, that would be enough.

you started drawing on the wall next to the bed, flowers and anything you could think of that you would miss from outside, even your pet.

then you drew a pair of blue eyes hidden in the side of that black phone on the wall, that unmistakable mask and his intense gaze were the only thing that haunted your mind after all, every second you were there was because of him.

it was a bit chaotic but your style was more like that, a bunch of mixed feelings in a rushing mind.

you drew until the chalk disappeared from your fingertips.

you woke up by a presence the next morning, he was staring at the wall crouched down with your tray of food in his hands.

"Did you do that?"

shit, you thought you were already dead, he was mad that you messed with his walls.

you nodded with fear in your eyes and sweat on your palms as he pulled off the bottom of his mask to reveal a smile.

"I didn't know you were so into art."

"well you didn't ask anything before you kidnapped me so..." you thought but nothing came out of your mouth, just a nod.

after that he got easier with you.

one day after your meal he gave you a dusty black covered sketchbook and a red pen. (of course, his trademark colors because he can).

he never asked you about your preferred art supplies so he felt insecure.

but when your eyes lit up like a lighthouse he released the air he had in his lungs.

he literally searched every corner of his house to find something for you to draw on.

he stood there while you opened the sketchbook but you couldn't get started.

i mean he was still there and you could feel his gaze on you making your face burn.

you asked him to leave and surprisingly he agreed on the condition that he would come back two hours later to look at your sketches.

that was a very frequent routine since then, he would come down two or more times per day to see how many pages you filled with various things.

he would even give you extra food if he really liked the drawings you did, and of course he does.

he already liked your style, but seeing it on paper really amazed him.

once you asked him for colors, you liked the red pen but you wanted to be a bit more colorfull.

he went to buy you some but when he came back god, if looks could kill he would have disappeared from existence by now.

"What? You said you wanted colors dove."

he gave you crayons, child size crayons.

that sketchbook became your personal art journal.

until you got guess what, an artblock.

you were very upset when he came over and asked you why you weren't drawing today, you explained.

he told you he wasn't sure he could help you with it.

then you had an idea.

you really liked the magician outfit he was wearing when he forced you into the van so...

still thinking it was a questionable request, you asked him to wear that without the mask, if that was okay.

it didn't take long for him to come back dressed like that.

he stood there, near the bed, while you relayed into the wall and began to draw him.

it was the first time he could see you work and you looked so confident, so calm and full of concentration that he lost himself in you and your expressions for a bit.

your lines were so smooth, so free and you finally finished turning the sketch for him to see.

oh no his smile was doing things to make your heart race, you didn't draw him creepy you were actually picturing him as a person, not a monster and he liked it.

you started drawing him more often, maybe so often that your last pages were just filled with him and occasionally you posing for his attempts to draw you.

because sure, he wanted to learn and you were trying to teach him but you were a horrible teacher and he was a stubborn man when things didn't go as planned.

by the way, he never erased those drawings on the wall.

[strooples]

Slice-of-life stories

SOL stories or other genres (but with elements of SOL/a SOL feel at times) tend to be my favorite thing to experiment with when coming up with a lot of my stories. Whether they’re upbeat or depressive, more adventurous or more day-to-day realism etc.

So I thought about some of the story ideas I have plans to make one day or just like to think up! I have basically a billion different story ideas and more OC’s than I could count (IDK if I’ll ever post/talk about them here one day?? might have to do something separate there). Some of which have been planned for years — though never written down.

Off the top of my head we have:

A small story revolving around 3 young adult friends who live together in the top floors of a flower shop. The shop is located in the city center of a big city, where usage of public transport is common. The main character being a girl named Juniper, who gets taken in by 2 roommate friends named Pandora (whose family owns the flower shop) and Ainsley when Juniper’s family kicks her out. The story is just a series of the 3 helping Juniper navigate her first few years as an adult, Juniper playing catch up from not being able to learn how to do a lot of things under her parents’ care, as they all explore the city together.

A comic I have in one of my old sketchbooks from 2019 about a girl who does art but is the struggling-to-stay-motivated type (LOL, I guess this is relatable) and works at a sandwich shop. Basically just some small tidbits of her trying to find her place in the world as she introspects through her job, place in the world, future, and self-comparisons. Some goofy scenes happen too, like bumping into old high school classmates at her job or meeting an artist she’s both admired/compared herself to and becoming good friends in an ironic-kinda way.

Another comic idea of a girl who works in a tea shop but has a gigantic pink pterodactyl friend… it’s supposed to be random and on the humorous side here (but I suck with writing humor sometimes, so I’m figuring this one out). The pterodactyl basically gets the tea shop worker girl out of a ton of hijinks in their crazy/chaotic city, where some new customers or a new recently-hired worker tend to draw strings of crazy events that pile up into some more surrealist randomness. *TBH I sort of like having characters in service jobs of big city environments ((not necessarily food or drink places; it could be something random like a librarian bc of the observations they can make of a diverse range of people)).

Some series of short stories of a happy family I wanted to get down. Exploring a 3-generational household that includes: The grandparents, their daughter (the mom) and her husband (the dad) who marries into the family, their 2 kids, 1 of the kid’s friends who stops by often (as their household becomes like a 2nd home to him), and a single mom + her child residing in their extra room — a friend of the 1st mom and whose kid has been friends with the siblings for most of their life. They’re kind people who help others (which explains why the single mom + the siblings’ friend is integral to their family as one of their own), and everyone looks out for each other. TBH, this is probably a story intended to stay happy + wholesome since it’s a bit of an escapism to see everyone have such a happy place together, no one abandoned or left behind. So my intention was to create stories that abound. Like how the quieter sibling has always struggled to fit in at school, the parents’ past love story, the 1st mom’s childhood as the only child, the single mother and her daughter’s story (+ their previous struggles with a living situation), the friend who comes by often and his feelings, how the grandparents are coping in old (etc etc). I guess I also love weaving stories by understanding people in layers, remembering real life people I’ve interacted with, and trying to understand and envision those characters’ lives similarly.

I have one more that’s kind of a nod to Gary Paulson’s “Paintings from the Cave: Three Novellas” — a book I read in schooling that’s stuck with me for a long time. So basically, it’s 3 separate stories in the same book with a common theme: How the companionship of dogs and art have helped characters cope in difficult times. The first story being a kid who copes with a hopeless life by ceramics, the second a girl who never belonged at home or in school by the friendship of dogs, and the last, a guy whose hope in life is both drawing and dogs.

My own idea was generally theming it around sleep problems that pour into your life, and how kids similarly cope with cats and art. But like “Paintings from the Cave,” it’ll still have a bit of a depressive/somber undertone.

So you get sleep issues like:

Insomnia due to anxiety + trauma for the main character of the first story, whose semi-nocturnal cats and sketchbook keeps them company in the moments awake before dawn. I haven’t planned this part out a lot.

Narcolepsy, as a medical condition that screws with a girl’s life (cause community college + work always sucks if you get sleepy in the day but are utterly unable to sleep at night). Because of her situation, she’s almost flunked a few times and a lot of her employers sadly had to let her go. So she decides to use her imbalanced sleep cycle to volunteer at a local shelter that needs night volunteers — where friendly cats help her regain a sense of confidence. You can’t fail at cats or get rejected from them like in a work environment — so long as they’re given space, care, food, and adequate shelter. So their lack of judgment soothes her in such a way.

Being a self-taught lucid dreamer who often uses sleep to escape reality. That leads to their hospitalization later on. But after being let go, they’re guided by a social worker who’s now organized to come by + help plan their life. They decide one day to use some of their dreams’ events and adventures as the springboard to draw out stories. I guess in a way, using art as a new coping mechanism and way to experience joy while awake.

There was a last story I made for a project in my last year of high school that’s also primarily late night-based and involves a sleepless protagonist (IK this is kind of a running thread — unintentional here). I haven’t really taken it seriously or planned in-depth, but it’s also one that crossed my mind ever so often. The plot basically goes:

A young adult lady works as a translator whose job is to travel between countries to work on translation projects. Her company of employment has bases in tons of different countries that work to transcribe anything from newspapers, books, or subtitles on screen. They have different departments for stable work vs. freelancing, and she’s somewhat 50/50 an office worker and a freelancer (tho the freelancery bits take her all over). She’s fluent in Mandarin, Cantonese, Vietnamese, and English — partaking a project that requires her Mandarin + Cantonese skills. But upon the journey, she meets someone who eventually shakes up her quiet, lonely life between countries.

All in all, each of these stories takes the day-to-day situations and pacing. SOL is sorta what I use as a tool to explore different people’s life situations or see through different lenses for a day. Every now and then, I get ideas for new SOL-themed stories but it’s mainly these in my mind right now. I have many that aren’t in this genre though… but explaining my magic-fantasy-adventure-worldbuildy stories will take forever in comparison lolol.

Maybe one of these days, I can motivate myself to act upon my ideas?

[thisisthevoice]

sometimes it kinda strikes me how my big sketchbooks where i make all my meditative art are like direct reflections of my psyche im baring my soul to you people when i post excerpts

except you cant get the full effect because you cant feel their texture and etc and cant see the literal duct tape holding em together. and my last 4 pages where i do pen tests by writing random shit and it looks like a chaotic mess of thoughts

[mcbrownartapp]

Virtual Sketchbook #1

1.) Five facts about Jackson Pollock and his work Autumn Rhythm No 30:

Jackson Pollock made his first “drip” or “action painting” in 1947, where he lays the canvas on the floor and used multiple methods of applying paint including drips, splatters, and brushworks from above.

Another one of Pollock’s paintings (No. 5, 1948) became the world’s most expensive painting of that time selling in May of 2006 for 140 million dollars.

Pollock had a movie Oscar winning movie made about him titled, “Pollock”.

Autumn Rhythm No. 30 was bought for $20,000 from Pollock’s estate following his untimely death at the age of 44 in 1956.

Autumn Rhythm No. 30 is currently at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

My first thoughts when looking at Autumn Rhythm was that it seemed chaotic and a little overwhelming. Having little exposure in art and not fully comprehending intentions when it comes to abstract work, I felt like I wasn’t understanding what the artist was trying to convey. But the more I looked at it, I began to see the flow and movement in the patterns of paint. After researching the art piece and its creator, Jackson Pollock, I have come to learn that what I first saw as chaos is the opposite. Pollock purposefully and intentionally made each stroke, splatter, and drip the way that he wanted, making the abstract painting a uniquely beautiful piece or artwork.

Autumn Rhythm (No. 30) Jackson Pollock

2.) This is from a picture from a coloring book my mom finished while she was receiving treatment at Moffitt Cancer Center. She had just undergone a bone marrow transplant that required a very potent dose of chemo that left her unable to talk, walk, stand or do much else. She was, however, able to create the picture. She was fighting for her life and was still able to put bright, hopeful colors into it. This was an incredibly difficult time for my family and despite the odds, my mom pulled through and beat leukemia. I have this up in my room as a reminder of the strength it took to get through that time and to always try to look on the bright side.

3.) My name is Mary. I am a 29-year-old Caucasian female (recently turned 29, 30 is still aways away 😊).  I am from Fort Wayne, Indiana. My family used to vacation in Siesta Key and always dreamed of living in Florida. We finally were able to move to North Port in 2018. My favorite thing to do when I don’t have much going on is puzzles. My friends call me an old lady because I would rather stay in doing puzzles than go out most times. I have been a bartender/server since I was 19, which is long enough. I am very ready to finish college and begin on a new career path. A unique part of me is that I aspired to be a professional photographer, specializing in landscapes, architecture, and animals. My original major at SCF was Digital Photography, but after I became pregnant with my first child in 2022, I decided to switch to a more stable profession in the medical field. I hope taking Art Appreciation will allow me to learn more about my creative side and I can continue pursue photography as a hobby.

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