#was inspired by a drawing and doodles this out real fast

[shrimpari]

Ji wants strahd to crunch on him like a goddamn sugar crystal

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

✧˚ · .Painting their portrait ✧˚ · .

Note: I hope everyone is doing well 💖 I hope you will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it 💖 If you want to commission me check my ko-fi and pinned post for prices. Thank you!

When he found out about your talent, he immediately bought you the most expensive equipment. Whether you like to paint on a canvas or on a graphic tablet, he will buy you only the best products. 

He's very old-fashioned and wants a classic portrait. He'll arrange a proper setting to fit his taste. With a fireplace in the background, an expensive suit, and some other decoration that screams old money, he’ll sit with his legs crossed in his comfy chair while he looks at you. A soft smile would appear on his face, especially when you two locked eyes. You thought about painting that lovely smile and contouring those sweet dimples, but you know him better and chose to leave a stoic expression on his face. His soft side is for your eyes only. 

He won’t mind sitting for hours because he'll have the greatest company. You two will gossip about the hottest tea at work, talk about his latest projects, and besides that, he'll have his romantic moments when he tells you how much he cherishes you. 

The final result leaves him in awe.

"Darling, this is astonishing." He said, amber eyes studying every inch of the canvas and feeling an immense sense of pride washing over him. He couldn't take his eyes off your masterpiece.

"I knew you had it in you," he began after a short period of total silence. "Yet you managed to exceed my expectations."

You breathe a sigh of relief. Even if he was your boyfriend, it was hard to please him. He didn't coddle you, so when he praised you, you knew it was real. 

He will hang that portrait with pride in his office, and he’ll tell everyone with pride that his partner made the incredible art.

With the corner of his eye, he noticed how you kept shifting your gaze from your notebook to him. Sometimes you'd stare longer at him, and sometimes your hand would go faster and then slower as if you were trying to remember something. Sometimes, you would scratch your head with the pencil and sighed in frustration. 

Whatever you were doodling, it wasn't coming along as you wanted.

Not being able to control his curiosity anymore, he slowly approached your desk. 

"Whatcha doing there?" he asked, looking over your shoulder, directly in the notebook. A wide smile appeared shortly. 

You didn't hide the page in time, and Leon saw the sketches with his face. You drew him from three different angles. Even if you were in a hurry, you still captured his soft features—his genuine smile and his gentle gaze.

"I- uh-I..." you fumbled, hands going in random directions over the paper.

"You don't have to hide it. I think it looks good." He smirked and went back to his desk. 

"Thanks. Listen, I was taking a break, and I felt a bit of inspiration coming in-"

"You don't have to excuse yourself." He chucked and turned to face you. In that moment, you saw a faint blush on his cheeks. "I think it looks great, given how fast you draw."

"And given how much you fidget,"

He chuckled. 

"Seriously, man, lay off that coffee." 

You both laughed, making some people turn their attention to you out of curiosity. A quick glance around, and you quiet down a bit. 

"If you want to finish, I'll try my best to stand still." 

"I would appreciate that." 

You both smiled at each other. Time went by fast, and by the time you finished, the office was empty. None of you felt the time passing by as you got to know each other better. Leon loved his portraits and "stole" your notebook. 

He loved everything you did. Every gesture, every tic, everything was just perfect for him. 

What he cherished most was your talent when it came to art. Everything you touched turned into a masterpiece, something so beautiful that it can’t be described by a simple man. So, when you wanted to paint him, he looked at you in shock. 

"Me?" 

"Yes, you." 

"Why?" he chuckled. 

"Because I want to. And because I want an excuse to stare at your picture for hours while you are away on missions." 

He pulled you closer and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

"Alright. Make sure to highlight my good side." 

"As if you have a bad one." 

Despite loving how affectionate and supportive you were with him, he never understood why. He viewed himself as a rough, cranky man who got on everyone's nerve. For short, an asshole. But to you, he wasn't like that. Despite the hardships in his life, he still maintained a soft gaze. 

Naturally, he wondered why you wanted him to be part of your beautiful portfolio. And more importantly, did he deserve to be part of it?

For the next couple of days, he waited for you to finish. He would peek in your room to see the progress, but you didn't let him. You wanted to surprise him.

When he came back from his mission, arriving in your comfy apartment, you shoved your art in front of his face. 

"Do you like it?" you asked excitedly.

He reluctantly took the canvas and stared at it for a few seconds. It's not that he didn't like it. It's the fact that he didn't recognize himself. His scars weren’t so prominent, his eyes weren't so full of sadness and anger, and his lips were curved in a soft smile. His features were softer, friendlier, even. 

“This… I know it’s me, but it feels like I’m looking at a stranger.”

"Why do you say that?”

“It feels like you retouched my face.”

“Hmm, no, this is how you look in real life. You're not as tough-looking as you think."

He loves it regardless, and he loves you even more. 

His muse in this life was you. Every time he looked at you, every time he saw your pretty face, his mood would lighten up in a heartbeat. A catastrophe at the moment would turn into something insignificant, something he could overcome with ease.

What he loved most about you was your talent. He was amazed at the beautiful things you could create with your hands, unlike him. He found refuge in your art, staring at your finished and unfinished projects for hours.

"Mi dulzura, what masterpieces are you creating?"

"Thank you, mi rey. Wanna be part of them?"

He smiled. He approached you with light footsteps, rubbing your shoulders gently when he reached your back.

"I'd be honoured."

He was thrilled. Being fascinated by your talent, he wanted to ask you long ago, but he didn't want to overcrowd you as you had many projects and clients. He didn't want to put more pressure. He simply told you that he doesn't want anything fancy.

He waited every day for you to finish, barely containing himself from asking dozens of questions. You had to kick him out multiple times from your room because you wanted to surprise him.

"Luis," you called out, "it's done!"

He came in a hurry, and as expected, he loved the result. He wouldn't stop praising you for creating another masterpiece.

"This is...I have no words. It's simply stunning."

"Well, you are stunning," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I guess I really am your Prince Charming."

You chuckled and were ready to say something, but he caught your lips in a quick, gentle kiss.

From that moment on, he becomes your one and only muse. You'd paint him in various poses and various clothes, sometimes with you as well. He would sit near you, watching you do your magic without saying a word. He loves and respects what you do a lot. 

[oneslimybastard]

The Nunpire AU Masterpost

Aka, that one AU I fucked with a little bit that got me some attention on twitter, where Piers pokémon was a nun... but also a vampire! Yay!

From 2020 baby. I'm just really tickled by the idea of this Very Obvious Impostor with no one really questioning why they're there. Oh, the one walking around in a sexy Halloween costume? That's just Sister Piers, he never comes out during the day, he probably just gets sunburnt because he's so pale so we don't worry about it. Yeah no he's a guy, why? He's gay and devoted to our lord, amen, so the sisterhood sees no issue with having him be part of it.

I also made it part of the lore that his particular method of hunting was to play a ditzy innocent nun who'd gotten lost, then he'd get down on his knees and just suck 'em dry like a packet of coolaid ripe for M I L K I N G.

For the lord of course, amen, ave maria.

The increasing amount of corpses with Suspect Bitemarks on their wieners was what initially sent off alarm bells in town that there might be a vampire lurking around, so the ~Demon Hunting Agency~ just sent out ya boi Raihan out to deal with it, because I was way into kbnz at the time so Why Not Shippify It (still am for the record, the fixation has just died down)

Raihan was a weredragon you see, because why keep things simple when you can follow your heart? I never drew him more than once in his dragon form though which is kind of a disgrace because I still kinda fuck with it. It's very Todd Lockwood but in these gaudy colors of bright orange and dark blue, it's a fun color scheme, and I like the proportions I came up with for it. Also I got some compliments on his Hat, which agreed, the Hat is pretty Neat.

I didn't really consider the world building that intensely beyond what would make my ape brain go Unga Bunga, so he kiiinda had sealing magic or something but could also puke? Fire? He could do what he needed to for Piers' silly little vampire ass to end up in Magic Holy Bondage, that was the point, that was the ends to the means.

Similarly, I made it a Thing that if dragons like Raihan started to munch on demon hearts they'd get more powerful — but also addicted. Because if you can't tell already, I have a little thing for blood and violence and liked the idea of this dragon man trying really hard to not eat his way into Piers' ribcage to just gobble that heart up.

Piers for the record was kind of into it, and they made a deal that when it was time for Piers to just peace out for good, Raihan would get to eat his heart: because vampires are demons, their souls are tied to hell, but if you get eaten by a dragon your soul will get entrapped within them instead, which was a bit more appealing than eternal punishment for the crime of just kinda being born.

The last related thing I drew for the Au (as far as I can remember at least lmao, might be some other doodles scrambling about that I've forgotten about) was mainly inspired by VtM brainworms, where I just played with the idea of Piers having access to Blood Sorcery, because that term is fucking metal.

I did doodle some more stuff but for other ships in the same universe (mainly huntershipping) but only like. Three things. And I never really posted them anywhere nor do I intend to do so ,':)

Cus my fixation just kinda fizzled out like it usually does so I stopped drawing for it, and now I'm just kinda sitting here on a phat pile of Lore my brain spawned in because I can't help myself. Things got real cursed real fast once my Ghetsis-enjoying burst out into full bloom and I began to ponder what he'd be up to in there 8) spoiler alert: no fun very bad time for Natural Harmonia Gropius, 0/10 do not recommend.

But that's the Nunpireverse! I still like it, and might flesh it out with more art one day, right now it's mostly just a testament to what my brain looks like on self-indulgence run amok. Cross-dressing nun-vampires with dragon-shifter men and also blood kink shenanigans out the ass.

Cultured and refined tastes, you see.

[samwise1548]

please expand upon your little-guy style :D?

WELL IM GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!

You see it all started in 2019, when I wanted to make this comic about heroes and villains in their ordinary lives. Fittingly, it was titled Heroes and Villains Don't Mix (later to be shortened to just Heroes and Villains). To make it I wanted a simple, cute style I can easily draw over and over again. So I turned to Animal Crossing, replicating fanart I'd seen on Pinterest for New Leaf (since NH wasn't out yet). And I had continued to use that style for... 2 years. Not that long but I had gotten used to it at that point.

Some time into working on this comic, I started listening to tma. When I saw other people's fanart for the podcast, it seemed most people kept to a more realistic style. Which was disheartening to me since I had been developing this chibi-esque style up until now that contrasted too much from others. After a few attempts at keeping my default style while making tma fanart, I caved in and momentarily tried to have a more realistic style.

Around the same time I had joined an artists server on discord. Where I met this person, Adam (he's a great artist please check them out!!) , who used a rough pencil brush while drawing digitally. I loved the texture of his work so much that I too started using a pencil brush instead of a smooth brush when drawing. Having that roughness let me draw faster without having to worry too much about the cleanliness of my art!

Fast forward to the present: because of that forced shift in style when I entered the tma fandom, I wasn't comfortable going back to a style that I'd prefer and have more fun drawing in. But I was seriously starting to miss the style and the original comic series that started it all (it's been abandoned now unfortunately). So a made a sliiiiiight move back towards it, experimentally. Still very different from the original but not as rigid as I was trying for with the other style.

After that the nostalgia for just making comic strips about ocs was getting real bad. So I made this one strip with new ocs and a completely blank story unrelated to or inspired at all by tma. Something that is just completely my own! And since I wasn't trying at all for it, I let myself draw in the chibi style. Just to make it easier on myself. AND IT REMINDED ME HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT STYLE!!!

I used it for the tma daily doodles (currently on hiatus), all traditionally tho. Until I got more confident in it and moved it to digital media. And now I'm back to making it my main style of art and I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!!

Anyways, yeah, that's my journey in developing that style. Turning to a less chibi style momentarily allowed me to grow as an artist and draw things I wouldn't normally. And I think it's helped improve the other style too!

There's more I can talk about the specific techniques and where I got them from. But it's 12:50am here and I still have college work to do ^^

Thanks for letting me ramble!! :)

[zucchiniwi123]

Let Me Make My Mark.

By: C.Joy.

2023

Who has time for creativity these days?

Draining, the days are, as they fray away.

Like the fabric of my favorite shirt,

It hurts.

How fast the days pass, my energy the last thing to catch up,

By the time I have time, I’m down to my last dime as my spirit fades.

And all of the inspiration my brain gathered from the morning, I mourn,

As it buries itself in the forgotten graveyard of my memories and ideas that were never made.

Delayed, was my creativity, so decayed are those thoughts.

What could have been, will never be.

Because I’m too damn tired to write my thoughts freely.

To some degree, it brings such a sting,

Grating, are the mornings.

Repetitive, endless mornings, with my emotions stirring-

Stewing, sitting-

Like a bubbling cauldron waiting for the last ingredient.

But I’m bent out of shape, my brain is dented, my eyes are sagging, as these days keep dragging-

Is it too much to ask to CREATE?

This terrible state of hating my fate, being destined to barely invent.

They ask how I am and they expect a sentence, this messed up dance, I'm in a trance, waiting for something to snap me out of it.

When someone asks if I'm ok, why can't I respond in a drawing? A poem?

They expect paragraphs, I want to write stanzas.

Lines and verses, so they know what I stand as.

I have so much inside, and too little time or energy to write it.

The act of creating is gorgeous and draining.

I’m a bomb waiting to explode, a pipe overflowing,

Please just let me flow- let me go- let me show you what I can make with my own mind and two hands when I truly can think with this time I’ve been given- I’m already seventeen please just let me stop, and change the world with what I can do, I promise it's more than it seems.

But- I can’t.

The faucet of my creative flow turns off with a sudden squeak.

As it drip… drip…. Drips…..

Into the doodles on my math homework. Three line poems in the corner of my notebooks. When I shade in the letters of a worksheet. When I color code my notes in class. When I design my slideshows to match with the subject so seamlessly-

I hate how that’s all I can do, in this confined space and time.

I can be so much more- this is the smallest, terrible taste- the crust of my creative potential please just let me thrive.

What doesn’t thrive, goes to die.

God, what’s the point of trying.

I overwhelm myself with all of this potential, single words written on my limbs in the middle of the night to remind myself of an idea that will never be something tangible to grasp and hold onto. Bask in its awe of ‘wow, I created that.’

I can’t create everything. That’s the worst part of it.

My thoughts, stay my thoughts.

As time slips away.

There will never be another me, another one to make what I long so desperately to.

An abyss somewhere of all the scrapped movie scenes, ruined art projects, or poems no one ever got to write.

I'm here, I'm real, and willing, I’ll fight for my right to write, into the night, no holding back, no backing down until I’m found, finding myself in the lines and words my own hands make, don’t you dare try taking that away from me.

That’s your mistake.

I’m not letting myself make the mistake of not making, because of how drained I am at the end of each day, sinking into my bed, with nothing but dread of how empty I feel from being so full of thoughts that won’t escape.

Please free me, my art, from this overwhelming, shrouding abyss

Of everything I wanted to come into this world that couldn’t escape.

Let me make my mark on this world-

Not a scratch but an indent, a deep scrape,

Simply using everything, I will create.

If only I had time,

Who has time to be creative anymore?

I do. I’ll make some.

Just how I’ll make myself into the artist I long to become.

[fmhiphop]

The World Of Rhys Kelly: Eye Sculptures And Jewelry Beyond Imagination

What artist is tearing up the art scene and sparking inspiration left and right? None other than the sensational sculptural artist and custom jewelry designer Rhys Kelly! With an unstoppable passion for the boundless creativity that lies within the eyes, Rhys Kelly's art is a vibrant tribute to individuals' unique perspectives. And guess what else? FMHipHop got an exclusive opportunity to chat with this extraordinary artist and jewelry maestro about her remarkable journey. The insights and stories she shared with us are inspiring. Early Childhood Curiosity: Rhys' Fascination With Eyeballs Since she was a kid, Rhys has been conjuring up all sorts of inventions and creations. You know what's even cooler? Her family has always been there, cheering her on and encouraging her to embrace her passions. "In lower school I used to doodle eyeballs onto my classwork and thought nothing of it," Rhys said. "It's funny how life unfolds over time!" Rhys is living proof that when you nurture a child's creativity, the possibilities become endless! Carefully applying paint to those little orbs is an oasis for her overthinking mind. It's a therapeutic experience that takes her to a whole new level of Zen. But how did Rhys develop such an unusual passion? It all started when she was just a kid. Even at a young age, her curiosity about eyeballs was unparalleled. She couldn't help but be fascinated by those mesmerizing windows to the soul. They held a mysterious allure that drew her in, and she couldn't look away. Fast forward to Kelly's time at art trade school. The excitement that bubbled inside her when she discovered a course on creating prosthetic eyeballs for character and creature design was like a dream come true! And boy, did she fall head over heels for the whole process! Special FX Trade School: A Transformative Experience Rhys is a jewelry designer who's not afraid to think outside the box, and I mean way outside. We're talking hyper-personalized artistic vision here! This talented designer didn't just stop at creating beautiful pieces; she turned her passion into a thriving business faster than you can say, "bling bling." But how did she make it happen? It all began at a Special FX trade school in Pennsylvania. Yep! Rhys decided to take her skills to the next level by immersing herself in prosthetic eyeballs and sculptures. Talk about unconventional! However, that's not all she learned there. This trade school was like a treasure trove of knowledge, teaching her about the different materials she could work with. And she's got quite a collection now. "My go-to materials are always acrylic paint, different forms of resin, and clay for sculptural pieces," Rhys said. Choosing The Right Materials: Executing The Vision Curious minds...I can practically see those wheels turning in your heads, itching to uncover the mysterious creative process of Rhys. How does she transform her wild imagination into real masterpieces? And does she adhere to a specific approach or method? Well..... "My creative process normally begins with a thought or idea that pops into my mind, and then I draw it on paper to get the vision out of my head. Once the idea is on paper, I then think about what materials I will use to execute it into real life." Now, when it comes to honing your craft, it's no walk in the park. But that's not the only hurdle you'll face! Take Rhys, for instance. The biggest mountain she's had to climb? Assembling a team of like-minded individuals to collaborate with. Her art sets her soul on fire, and gosh, does she struggle with delegating tasks to others. But fortunately, she's not giving up! Oh no, she's taking charge and tackling this obstacle head-on. How, you ask? By scouting for talented folks to bring on board! Will she find the perfect team? That's the million-dollar question, my friends! But one thing's for sure: Rhys is determined to make it happen! Spreading Love And Light Picture yourself strolling into a room and spotting one of Rhys' eyeball sculptures perched on a shelf. Bam! It catches your attention like a dazzling shooting star streaking across the night sky. But we all know that when it comes to visual stuff, people have their own unique tastes, right? Some love it, some hate it, and some are just plain confused. But here's the real question: How does Rhys want you to feel when you look at her creations? "I want my art to inspire people to embrace each other's perspectives, reminding them to spread love and light into the world." Such a positive retort! Rhys' Favorite Art Piece: The Drippy Eye Stand People have their own unique opinions when it comes to visuals. But wouldn't you like to know what Rhys' favorite piece is among all those extraordinary eyeball sculptures and jewelry she's created? I mean, come on, with so many fabulous creations, there has to be one that really stands out for her. "So far, my favorite art piece is the Drippy Eye Stand," Kelly responded. "To me, it's unique because the eye is customized to a specific person's eye color, I've never seen anything like it before, and I can duplicate it with many different color variations in the future, so it's super exciting!" Absolutely! I mean, who wouldn't be blown away by the sheer awesomeness of sharpening your skills to transform a natural art form into a multitude of stunning variations? It's like unlocking a whole new level of artistic wizardry! Plus, can you imagine the progress you'll make as an artist by embracing this practice? It's a surefire recipe for unleashing your true creative potential. Going Beyond The Ordinary Rhys aims to do just that through her work – touch the hearts of countless individuals and ignite a spark of inspiration within them. Why settle for the ordinary when you can dream big and make those dreams a reality? She wants to convey this message loud and clear, shouting from the rooftops that anything is possible! In addition, she understands that to make a difference truly, we need more than just big ideas. We need open minds, hearts filled with love, and an unwavering commitment to calmness and understanding. These guiding forces can lead us to become better versions of ourselves. In the near future, Rhys Kelly gazes into the horizon and envisions a magnificent transformation in her work. "I want to explore the art gallery world and create more refined, polished, and high-end art pieces that will live on for years to come. I plan to experiment with many different sculpting and painting techniques." Responding To Negative Reactions: Approaching With Love, Peace, And Understanding Imagine a world filled with positive vibes, where everyone's dreams and aspirations float like colorful balloons. It's a delightful sight. But amidst all this positivity, there are those pesky negative folks who can't seem to hop on the happy train. Has Rhys, the amazing creator behind all these positive visions and affirmations, ever encountered any adversity or faced criticism for her extraordinary work? And if she has, how on earth does she handle it? "I feel like anyone who gets a little attention for anything is always going to have some people who dislike what they're doing," she said. "Luckily, I haven't had much criticism or bad reactions throughout my growing art career. If I were to receive bad reactions, I'd just address it with love, peace, and understanding." Her personality oozes maturity and self-control! Connecting With Prominent Figures: How Rhys' PR Team Works Rhys has some cool stuff to offer! You can rock her notable works as a funky necklace or a stylish ring, and they range in price from $100 to $200. But if you're looking for something on a grander scale, you can even go for one of her stunning installations, which range from $500 to a whopping $8,000. Talk about making a statement! As for her star-studded clientele, we're talking about big names like Busy Phillips, Olivia Rodrigo, and David Dobrik, to name a few. You might be wondering, "How on earth did she manage to work with such famous celebrities?" She's got a secret weapon - her fantastic PR team!   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by RHYS KELLY ✫彡 (@rhyskellyofficial)   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by RHYS KELLY ✫彡 (@rhyskellyofficial) Rhys has connected with these prominent figures thanks to her amazing PR team. They handle all the celebrity communications, ensuring her artwork gets into the hands of these famous people. So, next time you see one of Rhys' fabulous pieces on a celebrity, remember that there's a team behind the scenes making it happen. And who knows, maybe one day you'll be able to wear one of her stunning creations yourself, feeling like a superstar! The Power Of Advice In Creative Journeys Our creative journeys can be changed by advice. Aspiring sculptural artists bursting with passion have a burning desire to explore those unique and out-of-the-box themes in their magnificent creations. Fortunately, Rhys Kelly, seasoned sculptor extraordinaire, has a wealth of advice just for you! Trust me; this is the kind of wisdom you won't want to miss out on. "My advice would be to go for it and not think about it too much! The more you think about it, the longer it'll take to complete... so just draw out your idea and get the materials you need to execute it :) " To purchase some of Rhys Kelly's unique creations, visit her website here. Unveiling The Tale: The Origins Of Slick Rick's Unique Eye Patch Now that we've delved into the fascinating world of Rhys Kelly's remarkable eye sculptures and jewelry, let's plunge into the world of celebrities who've sported the one-eye look throughout their lives and careers. As time passed, fans couldn't help but notice the ever-evolving eye patch donned by rap legend Slick Rick. Strutting down countless red carpets, effortlessly coordinating his eye patch with his jaw-dropping outfits. That's what I call fashion forward! But what's the tale behind his unique eye patch? When Slick Rick was just an infant, tragedy struck. A shard of glass from a shattered window found its way into his innocent eye, robbing him of his sight forever. Heartbreaking, isn't it? This tidbit comes straight from trusted sources at Black Doctor. Curiously, Slick Rick doesn't often broach the topic. However, once upon a time, he shared his remarkable journey in a captivating 2012 interview with Red Bull Music Academy. In his own words, he revealed, "I used to wear like a contact lens, anything that camouflaged the eyes, cuz you know, the eyes is kind of messed up, you know," he said at the time. "Gradually I just started wearing, I was wearing Ray-Bans for a while. Then after a while, I just said, 'I’m just gonna wear the patch.' And then the patch seems to have caught on," he added. "So, I just stuck with the patch. Sometimes I wear the glasses, but you know, most people prefer the patch." Who knew a broken window could shape a legendary artist's style? The mysteries of life never cease to amaze! The Book That Changed Everything: A Moment Of Accidental Chaos Are you aware of why Romeo from the R&B group Immature wore that eye patch? It wasn't just for being mysteriously sexy! The surprising truth emerged during a fateful interview on Power 106 FM Nick Cannon Mornings in November 2020. The singer spills the beans and reveals that R&B sensation Brandy Norwood was responsible for his eye patch. According to Romeo, Brandy and former Immature group member, Half Pint, got into a heated argument. And in the heat of the moment, Brandy clutched a book in her hand. Little did she know calamity was coming! In a random act of fate, she flung the book back without care, unaware of anyone standing nearby. But what happened next was straight out of a wild movie script. That unsuspecting toss of the book hit Romeo devastatingly, cutting his retina but also detaching it, causing the lens in his eye to take an unexpected dive. And guess who comes to the rescue? Brandon Adams, the actor known for his role in the hit TV show Moesha, caught his flying lens!   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by Romeo, Batman & LDB (@immatureofficial) Can you believe that a simple argument could lead to such unexpected eye-popping drama? Life truly surprises us when we least expect it! The Spotlight On Ruger: A Nigerian Singer With A Flair For The Dramatic Let's dive into the fascinating story of Ruger, the Nigerian singer with a flair for the dramatic! Imagine this: The spotlight is shining on the incredible artist known as Ruger, or as I like to call him, Michael Adebayo. But what's the deal with that eye patch he always rocks? It's not just a style statement; it's a symbol that tells a powerful tale. During an interview in January with the fabulous Nancy Isime, Ruger shed some light on the story behind his eye patch. Someone in his life has faced adversity head-on, losing an eye but refuses to let it hinder their progress. This individual pushed forward against all odds, becoming even stronger in the process. And you know what? Ruger wanted to honor this person by adopting their courageous spirit and wearing that eye patch as a constant reminder of their resilience. Additionally, Ruger, the mastermind behind his brand identity, explained that the eye patch also represents his connection to snipers. But how? Well, Ruger himself focuses on their targets with incredible attention to detail. And you know what they do? They close one eye to get laser-sharp aim. It's like Ruger is channeling their prowess and bringing it into his own artistic journey.   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by Notjustok.com (@notjustok) Oh, and did I mention his name? Ruger. Just saying it gives off a bold vibe. But it's also the name of a gun! Ruger's identity is intertwined with the powerful image of a firearm, further fueling his unique persona. Nikiya Biggs conducted the interview. 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[chiisagi-blog]

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[agentnico]

The Mitchells vs. The Machines (2021) Review

This new film warns of the dangers of tech consumption yet it appears on a streaming service that’s entire business model is based upon screen addiction with their endless binge worthy content. As they say the irony is most definitely present!

Plot: A quirky, dysfunctional family's road trip is upended when they find themselves in the middle of the robot apocalypse and suddenly become humanity's unlikeliest last hope.

A new animated film produced by Phil Lord and Christopher Miller who are yet to make a miss, having made a career out of taking familiar formulas and turning them upside down on their heads, whether it be 21 Jump Street that took the idea of the original TV show and gave it more energy and modernistic humour, to The Lego Movie that took the excuse of squeezing more money out of a popular children’s brand and actually made a well made movie and then there is Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse which basically went and created its own animation style inspired by graphic novels. These guys have a very original voice in Hollywood and they prove it time and time again. Their new Netflix animated venture The Mitchells vs. The Machines is no exception. 

I watched this film with my girlfriend and the most recent animated feature we watched together was Soul, which was one of my favourite films last year for its emotional heft and good hearted message, and I am not at all sorry to embarrass her and report that my girlfriend balled her eyes out at that movie. Well wouldn’t you know the same thing happened here with The Mitchells vs The Machines. And honestly it caught me off guard, as this movie is really funny and has that fast paced high-energy load of constant jokes being thrown at you right from the get-go similarly to The Lego Movie that when the dramatic scenes do strike they surprise you and so one moment I’m chuckling away and the next I’m staring at my girlfriend who’s eyes have turned into Niagara Falls. Would have taken me nothing to get a canoe and go down that stream whacking her cheeks with my paddles! However her tears were well founded as behind the comedy and the central plot revolving around this alien invasion is a tale about a father and his daughter and them reconnecting and it reminded my girlfriend of her with her dad but even in itself this is a plot point that many audiences can connect with and this element is handled super well in the film. Also helps that the voice actors for these two characters - Danny McBride and Abbi Jacobson - share great chemistry, or do I call it VOCAL chemistry?... Is that a thing? Can I say that? Do I make sense or am I a fool? The likelihood is the latter, but I digress. Nevertheless with this emotional thread I bet Disney is gutted they didn’t acquire the rights to this movie as it would have fit perfectly in their Pixar catalogue. 

Typical to other Phil Lord and Chris Miller produced animated projects, the animation in this film looks super unique. The blend of CGI with 2D motion drawings scribbled over many shots make it look as if the lead character Katie, a tech-heavy arts college student is literally doodling on each frame, just like with filters and captions that appear on our phone screens in real life. Overall the film is directed really well and the comedic timing is spot on with so many highlight sequences, whether its the goofy short films that Katie makes from documenting her family’s disastrous road trip that includes traffic jam road rage and a seven hour mule tour gone wrong where we unfortunately lose the unsung hero that is Prancer to the canyon, to then the weirdly intense scene where the classic childrens toys Furbies are turned into monsters that act like gremlins, or Olivia Colman’s villainous Siri-type phone AI passive-aggressively being furious and cranky in her evil robot lair that looks like it was designed by Pink Floyd or Daft Punk. There’s so much attention to detail packed into this film and a lot of it is just random additions that are added for the sake of fun, and the entire thing reminded me of the new co-op video game that me and my girlfriend have been playing recently called It Takes Two (which I highly recommend!!) which to be honest shares a lot in common with the spirit of this film. It’s all so CONNECTED!! Honestly the only reason I referenced It Takes Two is cause me and my girlfriend have been enjoying it immensely and I needed to find a pointless excuse to share some non-paid unnecessary advertising for this game.

The Mitchells vs The Machines is an exciting and hilarious family adventure that has something for everyone, and to be honest is a welcome treat for our current pandemic times. I loike it a lot, it’s noice! 

Overall score: 8/10

[aquato-family-circus]

just need 2 compliment u real quick on like. the amount of art youre producing?? and like the quality of it as well ?? idk what kinda raw power ur running on but its very inspiring

first of all, thank you ❤️❤️

secondly, my ability to draw fast and consistently is something I conciously decided to work toward starting at the age of... I want to say 11, 12 years old? When I was in 6th grade specifically!

I'd carry a sketchbook wherever I go and doodle every day - and I still do!! tho theres dozens of sketches you guys never get to see ;0 cause theyre the warm ups or i draw them again better later

It's a muscle you work out just the same as any other skill, i sprint very fast but others might work better marathon style, speed's just something i valued bc I have dozens of ideas all the time and I need them OUT

[neonponders]

Here’s part 1 and the soulmates comic that inspired all this.

I’d also like to thank the Harringrove community for giving me mutuals who enable the worst best part of me 💞 You’re all fantastic 💗

• • • • • • •

Steve’s teeth clenched as his shoulder blades hit the brick walls of the alley between the gymnasium and school building.

Their English class was only two doors down from an exit, and Billy Hargrove, of all people, gripped Steve’s jacket the moment he passed out of the classroom door, and hauled his ass outside.

Now Steve had a face full of California freckles that made the accompanying blue eyes look like tropical waters. Billy had been a menace ever since he got to this town, and all of Hawkins’ fields didn’t leave enough room for the both of them, apparently. Shoving Steve around during gym. Parking next to him like the noise of his frigging Camaro would eclipse the humble BMW’s existence.

Billy released him but stayed crowded in his space as he ordered, “Get a pen.”

“What?”

“A pen, Harrington. I know you have one.”

Yeah, I just failed a test with it, he thought bitterly, but he’d also been using it to talk to Billy Freaking Hargrove all morning. He pulled it out of his binder and bit the cap to push the end into it -

“OW. Don’t - ” Steve shoved him back a step, interrupting the zagged line Billy was scoring into his hand. Into Steve’s hand. “ - press that hard. Jesus Christ.”

He waved said hand in front of Billy’s face. “It’s real, all right? It’s me. It’s me! What? Did you expect to be taller than me or some - ”

Steve’s head knocked the brick this time when Billy shoved him back, fisting his shirt to the point of stretching the fibers

And kissing Steve’s mouth like he had the water in a desert.

Everything Billy did was aggressive, so he supposed this shouldn’t be much of a surprise, but 

But the stubble scraping against Steve’s chin sent sparks launching down his spine. Soft lips with a little edge of teeth, and Billy’s warmth radiating through their shirts into Steve’s chest...

He tried to lean forward, to adjust the kiss, to give his neck some space, but Billy caged him in. Steve’s nose pressed into his cheek and his hands found Billy’s denim jacket to get his own grip and shoved Billy back by his own kiss.

But the guy who doodled on his body, an artist who couldn’t eat cake and liked authors who waxed romantically - Steve’s special person - was a slab of muscle dressed in denim and leather. He held onto Steve’s front while his other hand framed his jaw and man-handled him back into place.

“Billy,” Steve tried. He stopped just shy of Steve’s mouth, like he intended to claim Steve’s oxygen as well as his space. “Gimme some space. There are bricks back here.”

Steve registers Billy’s pretty, long, long and pretty lashes moving before he sees the expression behind them. The look Billy has. Like he’s deciding between one type of aggression and another.

“You’ve been in my skin for years. You can handle some bricks.”

He starts kissing Steve again, and for all the good he’s giving, he gets spittle and laughter in return. When he finally retreats back to those millimeters of space, Steve giggles, “You’re so conceited, I swear to god.”

“I’m the same person I’ve always been.”

“I thought you were so sweet. Always drawing me things.”

“I have my moods.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Steve laughed breathily and pivoted his face before Billy could kiss him again. He wedged his jaw beside Billy’s neck and held onto the back of his jacket as he made the guy carry his weight.

“What are you doing?”

“Hugging you.”

“I always knew you were a sap.”

Steve smiled a little even if Billy did not see it. He leaned his head into Billy’s, feeling the soft pillow of his hair, the curve of his ear. “I didn’t think I’d ever meet you. I’m glad I did.”

Like Billy’s marking on his skin, Steve listened to his silence but felt his fingertips drawing on his backside.

And if Steve expected Billy to relax or be nicer to him

He was dead wrong.

Billy got worse.

Steve had been told more than once that he was needy, touchy-feely, thrived on attention, but Billy was something else. Steve woke up with a full rose drawn on his forehead. He was almost late to school from washing it off. Then Billy stole his lunch. Outright took Steve’s tray off the table and went who-knows-where; Steve had to get back to world geography class or he’d fail the class for too many skips.

Then came gym. Word had clearly spread that Steve and Billy were spoken for, and Steve had never witnessed teenage boys shower faster in his life. Steve glanced around, just now moving his soap bar over his arm while Billy smirked fondly at him from under his own nozzle. "For no reason, have you ever done anything sexy in public?"

"Ate a girl out during a homecoming game."

That knocked Billy's features down a notch, and Steve laughed, "I'm not blowing you in these disgusting bathrooms."

Billy scoffed and twisted his water off. "I guess it should've landed that you were a prude when you had to be somewhere without markings on your body."

Steve flicked his eyes at the ceiling, because Billy was hot - a fact he already knew, but now he had hours of experience writing all over that rippling skin. And Billy’s hair curled really pretty when it was wet.

Steve liked to practice decency, okay.

He did let his gaze drift and fall to land on him, though, when he replied, “I have standards. High ones. Maybe stop complaining and consider yourself fortunate.”

Billy lingered for a while longer, just absorbing that before strolling out of the communal shower.

Billy definitely got worse.

Grinding pens into his hand until Steve threw himself out of bed in the middle of the night to turn his light on and read: Come outside. Pool. 

And yeah, Steve marched his ass downstairs in his slippers and robe because it was his own damn house and he liked soft things. And because he genuinely didn’t know if Billy would or would not throw a rock at his window if he didn’t get dressed fast enough.

Billy had already found the control panel and turned the pool lights on. He took lethargic steps around the water as Steve slid the glass door closed and crossed his arms. “You know, I’m all for staying up late, but not for my sleep being interrupted.”

Billy ignored that to kneel down and wave a hand through the water. “Didn’t know you had a pool.”

Steve shrugged. “I’ve got a bed too. You wanna use it?”

Billy laughed and stood back up - to start removing his clothes. “I want to go swimming first.”

Steve exhaled tiredly and let his face fall into his hands. “Billy, why am I out here?”

He got his answer in the form of Billy gripping the sash around his waist. He didn’t undo it, but pulled so Steve’s hips lurched forward. “What’s under this?”

“My tired ass that wants to sleep so I can keep up with the new kid in Hawkins.”

Billy chuckled and slipped his hand inside the folds. Steve bowed a little against the cooler hand wandering his bare skin. Cradling his naked waist. “What’s he like?”

“The wrong kind of pain in my ass.”

He’d caught Billy off guard with that one. Billy coughed a laugh and his chuckles dwindled as he let his perusal of Steve’s body loosen the robe. Then he pulled Steve to him so his mouth could press slow kisses over the slope of his shoulder. Steve’s head fell back when those lips found the tiny moles on his throat.

Steve’s arms encompassed him and he felt the familiar, soft press of Billy’s ear against his cheek. “I’m tired.”

“I want to swim.”

“You’re already naked. Go ahead.”

“You can’t think you’re going back inside without getting wet.”

“And you’re not getting in bed with me before rinsing in the shower. We’re both high maintenance.”

Steve swam in the pool.

Billy wore his robe and slippers into the house.

They showered together and, to Steve’s delight, Billy snuggled in close without putting his damp hair on Steve’s chest. The latter fell asleep with a large arm over his diaphragm and ocean breaths in his ear.

Steve woke up to the wet sensation of Billy drawing on his chest with his markers. Instead of opening his eyes, Steve mumbled, “If you’re drawing more penises...”

Billy hummed with mirth. “Just some unicorns humping each other.”

Steve earned a yelp when he reared up and tackled Billy to the bed. He kissed him silly and tasted his soul mate’s skin in his own bed. He made Billy’s hair a fluffy nightmare by the time he was through, and licked and sucked all of his muscles into jelly before he went to the bathroom to relieve himself...

Two birds under his collarbones framed a script spanning over his chest.

I can’t say sweet things. But you are beautiful.

[funkin-news]

ninjamuffin ama summary - 9/28/2021

you know the drill, purple text is me paraphrasing, everything else is direct (or almost direct) quote, FNF-related stuff only

Q: What is one common misconception about FNF or its development that you wanna clear up?

A: im not the sole creator, im not some sole director. Each of the boys have very important roles with the game. This isn't just 1 dude having tunnel vision about a game, its generally all us coming to similar conclusions on where we want to take the game and what we wanna do wit it

Q: why

A: because I love video games and I love newgrounds

Q: Do you or the team plan to go back and make the older weeks higher quality?

A: that will definitely happen. both for general polish, and things leading up into future weeks / story or whatever

Q: Why did everyone think Week 8 was gonna come out on the 22nd?

A: accidental "teases" (Dave's MC-related doodle), madness day, general anxiousness bc the devs haven't been sharing much

Q: What kind of QOL changes are being added in the future?

A: charting editor improvements is one

Q: What is the most insane, most likely impossible to happen person you would like to collaborate with, could be Funkin related, could be just a personal project

A: the girl reading this

Q: Is Cassette Girl week 8?

A: no

Q: Is there concept art for the characters, or did they look the same during development?

A: GF looks exactly the same as the first ever drawing PhantomArcade did. There's a few small lil variations for a good chunk the other MAIN characters, one day u will see all them

R: can you explain the old bf icon? or is it just a dumb placeholder?

A: just a cool ass lil icon evilsk8r did during the game jam weekend

Q: Are you letting yourself getting inspired by more different genres of music for future weeks?

A: i think that more a Q for kawaisprite, but that man loves music, and can and does get inspired by anything he listens to in regards to music

Q: Why has the team been so silent about update progress?

A: They do better working in silence than hyping things up; when Week 6 was teased working on it became really stressful for them. Also, element of surprise

R: but youve been silent abt week7 on desktop for months, half a year. & week 8 is like….. nonexistant

A: week 8 isnt nonexistant, we just absolutely do not want to talk about it whatsoever. i said all the week 7 stuff will come with week 8 update

Q: what do you genuinely think about the people thinking you guys scammed people out of $2 million? just curious is all, i’ve seen lots of people talking about it rn

A: i think people are a bit wary about kickstarter, and makes sense when people's coin is on the line. if u want a breakdown of what we used KS coin so far, we spent maybe 2K of it on some development stuff we needed, most other expenses been paid from our savings / donations, etc.

Q: When does the OST come to the backers?

A: Kickstarter vinyl OSTs still need to be manufactured, which would take at least 6 months because of a global PVC shortage, completely out of our control. what is in our control is that we also still need to finish up and finalize artwork for it, the boys wanna make it all perfect. Same goes for CDs, but those should be done way sooner

Q: You got a date range of when Tshirt / Poster / or Pin surveys will be out by any chance? 👀

A: kickstarter tshirts / poster / pin stuff have been coming along nicely and hopefully those surveys should be coming soon, prob next few weeks

Q: Do you guys think you'll experiment with other artstyles in future weeks?

A: yes, cuz we've already done that (week 6) theres a lot more where that came from

Q: if you could isolate one part of the game and say it’s your favorite what would it be

A: the fact that FNF is our pure creative vision, with absolutely nothing getting in the way of that. Open source free Newgrounds rhythm game with crazy zany kawaisprite music, and stylish and charismatic animation and art style. and game been successful because of all of that.

Q: what do you think about people compiling the full ass game and playing it without paying anything

A: that makes me happy

Q: what do you think of all the mods and stuff people has made about your game

A: mods make me happy

Q: any inspiration from doki doki literature club for the weird stuff in week 6?

A: no, but some of the cool lil programming things DDLC did do interest me

Q: How do we know you're working on the game

A: you don't, and really it doesnt matter all too much. we being productive and things are moving forward, and people not believing that doesnt change that

And now, a speech:

i think trying to focus on keeping hype and keeping game popular can very easily be hollow. We have no worry about trying to keep hype or relevancy or anything like that. If FNF popularity shrunk to 0.1% of it's size, we'd be content, cuz that's still like 1000% more than before

"before" referring to anything we did before FNF.

you can lose success just as easily as you got it, and for FNF, it got successful INCREDIBLEY fast. With that in mind, it's just the nature of things if it all loses relevancy.

So far FNF doing good through the year, but if it wasn't, it's no real sweat off our back.

Although it's uhhh easy to look at it that way from our perspective. Get back to me and see if my thoughts on this has changed if FNF is forgotten from all memory.

Q: will there be a sequel to the full ass game? Like 'the full a2s game' or something clever like fast & furious movies do

A: friday night funkin: tokyo drift

[surprisemodafakas]

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐄.–𝐅𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞(𝐬) 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞/𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫(𝐬).

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐅𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬): 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐄. × 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐅𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨(𝐬)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬...𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬?

🗿 🗿 🗿 🗿 🗿

"Y/n, you just can send that art work you made for him without noticing you if you're really that ashamed. Stop beating yourself and get that done so you can rest."

Kendo, being the big sister your section tried knocking some sense on you but as usual, it seems like jittery is the one that flows in your vein and not blood.

"B-b-but he might see m-me and then he'll g-get mad! Wh-what if he'll throw this w-w-work?! I-i-it'll hurt my feelings!"

Tetsutetsu then put a hand at your shoulder before giving a you a stern look and light squeeze before sighing.

"Class 1 A students don't act like how Monoma says specially Kirishima, ok? Man up and give that art you have for him Y/n!"

Although your quirk isn't flashy because you can only make your drawings move like how you want them, they are specifically good for covert missions though. Looking down to your work of a doodled version of Kirishima—your long time crush, you sighed loudly before looking to both Kendo and Tetsutetsu. They're right. Kirishima is the real definition of what he always say. He's a "manly" man! You know or rather hope that he won't throw your work away at the school bin.

You waited for the bell to ring, signaling for all the classes to end before rushing to collect your things and your art work. Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest. It feels like it may burst any given moment while trying to walk normally towards the class 1 A's door.

"You can do it, you can do it, you can do it Y/n! You're the best artist in the whole academy! It's just a fan art and nothing can harm you!"

You winced as you tried this 'self pep talk' Tetsutetsu taught you and wait for the supposedly calmness to coat your body but your nervousness hit UA's rooftop when you saw Kirishima talking while walking with his friends towards the door you're rooted in.

"Tch damn extras!"

You looked down floor when you literally could sense their groups' literal tsundere A.K.A. Bakugo getting near.

"Come on on Bakugo, our provisional hero licensing test would be tomorrow so there's nothing more good than to calm and not practice til we drop! Let's go have a sleep over on your room!"

Ashido, the only girl in their chaotic group spoke. Indeed, the provisional hero licensing exam is tomorrow that's why you made Kirishima this moving inspirational doodle art in one of your canvas, so he could feel motivated but it feels like you're the one who'll need a motivation because in a matter of seconds, you might die from embarrassment.

"No—move you fucking extra!"

Bakugo denied his friend's request earning him an earful of groans but when the moment he said move, you lifted your head and panic striked your whole body. The tsundere we know as Bakugo shouted at you because you're blocking their exit while his friends looked at you with cluelessly.

"Hey man, that's not manly to shout at a beautiful girl!"

Oh my goodness I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Your chest tightened with Kirishima noticing you but when he said that you're 'beautiful' your eyes blurred with tears of joy. On the other hand, the whole Bakusquad suddenly froze with worry etched in their face because you just suddenly shook and looks like your going to burst anytime soon.

When Sero decided to step in front of you, your instinct kicked in and slapped him with the canvas in your hand with all your might in his face making him fly to the other side of the room.

"I like you Eijiro! Oh fuck! Oh shit!"

You just blurted that out and ran fast like you're going against Husain Bolt. Meanwhile, Bakugo, Ashido and Kaminari were laughing out loud like hyenas while clutching their tummy. They weren't expecting someone to just randomly stood outside their door, shake like they're doing some Harlem Shake dance, slam their friend Sero to the other side of the room and then confess to Kirishima before bolting out of sight.

Kirishima was stunned at what had happened before his eyes and tried to regain his composure fast but it atleast took a minute or two before he could help out poor Sero on the floor. He then helped Sero stand up before noticing a stuck canvas on his friend's elbow.

"Kirishima, I think that was supposed to be a confession for you huh?"

Sero joked light heartedly. Kirishima just rubbed his nape while blushing at his friends taunting before chuckling a little.

"Yeah, I guess so..."

"Here, this one's supposed to be for you and not me. Next time, I'll make sure to stay away from your crazy fans."

Sero removed the canvas from his elbow and gave it to Kirishima. With both of them curious at what is in the canvas, they were in awe at the doodle they saw. It was even moving!

"Damn, dude! That one really have a talent! It's even moving and wishing you luck! You're so lucky to have a fan girl!"

Sero teased Kirishima who blushed even more. It is indeed true. He's lucky that someone who's talented as you noticed someone like him who's weak and not manly enough—in his own perspective though. When the three other knuckleheads were done laughing their ass off, they came over to Sero and Kirishima who're both looking in awe at the canvas. When they also took a peak, they were amused at they saw. A doodle of their best friend that's moving on a canvas isn't always something they see unless you're at Hogwarts where all pictures or portraits move!

"Look at that. Someone's into our "manly" hero huh?"

Ashido jokingly jabbed her elbow into Kirishima's side.

"Want me to tell you how to do some awesome move and pick up lines?"

"Fuck, another extra in the group."

[iphisesque]

Joe + Nicky + Saint Sebastian + ☕

(this started out as a fun little question to answer! might throw around some headcanons! might even reference some of my favourite renaissance artists along the way! and here we are, a couple of months and 1.1k words later, with a fanfiction about joenicky, saint sebastian and antonello da messina. i have no idea how this happened --- you can find the link to this on ao3 in the source!)

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Yusuf loves drawing Nicolò, that much is certain: whether it be a doodle on the corner of a page in his sketchbook or a painting on a panel larger than either of them, he's always found something almost sacred, almost divine about it, about tracing the curve of his nose, the bright glimmer in his eyes, the relaxed grin on his lips and recreating his image like Allah created man in his own. They often joke about Yusuf making Nicolò into a saint, giving his face to George slaying the dragon, or perhaps painting both of their likenesses onto an embrace of Sergius and Bacchus commissioned by another wealthy Florentine with tastes not unlike theirs, but nothing really ever becomes of it --- until.

They're staying in Venice at Antonello's house, not long after he's returned from his latest travel to the Flanders; him and Yusuf are excitedly discussing the latest news in oil painting, while Nicolò is dozing off in bed as he pretends to follow the conversation, still tangled up in their sweat and spill and little else.

He stretches and stirs, more asleep than awake, and both of them look up at him from the desk in Antonello's room they're sitting at; the man glances at his figure, lightly constrained by the bed sheets strategically covering his body, his face still blissed-out, and reaches for his sketchbook, showing his latest preliminary sketches to Yusuf. A young man, tied up with rope to a pole, arrows penetrating his near-bared body in an intent more sensual than murderous, if the man's expression is anything to go by.

"San..." He can't recall the saint's name on his tongue, but he knows the man is one: it's always saints and Marys with Catholic artists, which isn't necessarily a complaint. "Sebastiano," Antonello helps him, his voice low. "I was commissioned a Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian by the Church of San Zulian, and I thought you might appreciate the idea."

He glances up at his lover, fast asleep in bed still, and back down at the sketch. "Who's the man?" he asks, an artist's silent understanding: every painting contains a part of its maker's soul, but masterpieces such as Antonello's seldom are created without a certain familiar face to inspire the hand that paints its likeness.

"An old friend," he answers, his eyes growing dark. "Loved him and left him in Messina, like too many other things in my life."

Yusuf nods, he too well aware of what it means to leave people behind; his heart still aches when he thinks of his sister Maryam sometimes, watches over her descendants in Mahdia and Tunis as best as he can alongside his beloved. "I'm going back there as soon as I finish this commission, tell you that," Antonello interrupts his thoughts. "I far too much miss my dear Smeralda and my dearest hometown, though I'm sure a man like you would have none such problems."

Yusuf scoffs playfully. "I miss more places and people than you could ever think possible, believe me," he replies, and that much is the truth: the pain of leaving people and places he's loved never stops or dulls after centuries of life, or at the very least it still hasn't for himself and Nicolò.

He comes back home that night with his head buzzing, and dreams of his sister, of his past life in sun-scorched Mahdia, of his beloved's embrace as they ate and drank and recited poetry in his family's house in Damascus, back when they were still learning to know and love each other for the very first time. He dreams other, abstract dreams too: a broken arrow, lengths of rope holding strong muscles tight, his beloved's face enraptured, the near-indecency of a drape slipping off his bare lap, and these don't fade from his thoughts even after he wakes up.

He tells Nicolò of the sketch Antonello showed him, the sketch that hasn't left his mind since he first saw it, and his lover's eyes widen, his interest piqued. "Would you like to paint me like that?" he whispers, his voice low and raspy like he knows it drives Yusuf wild.

He nods, not wanting to break the heavy intimacy of the silence hanging between them, and Nicolò presses a kiss to his lips, his hand caressing at first his cheek and then moving lower and lower.

"Paint me then, beloved," he tells him in that same voice, before dragging him to the bedroom, and Yusuf begs Allah to let him at least finish the sketch that night before succumbing to the desires of the flesh. (If He hears that plea, He seems to pay him no attention.)

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Centuries later, one French art forger baptised as Sébastien Le Livre has joined their warrior group of immortals, and he finds himself with them at a safehouse in Florence sometime between the two world wars; he's still young, barely been undead for more than a century, and cannot wrap his head around the idea of his mates having been alive since way before his country or the one they're staying in were united. Safehouses like that are a blessing to him, filled to the brim with material testaments of his and his companions' eternal lives, and often hiding pieces deserving of a place in a museum; it is one of these he stumbles upon that afternoon as he explores the dusty old attic, holding a torch high and not too close as he theatrically removes the white cloth covering a painting --- late 1400s, he thinks with a glance at the technique and at the style, further proved by the signature in the lower right corner reading "al-Kaysani, 1479".

Yusuf's old art, and certainly not his oldest, he thinks to himself, and he has a better look at the subject: a Sebastian like himself, painted as was the norm in the day, penetrated by arrows and tied up to a pole, in an expression of supposed agony resembling more of a petite mort than a real death.

Only when he pays closer attention to the face does he realise who the subject is, and he recoils so suddenly he drops his lamp in the darkness --- he cannot look Nicolò in the face for a week following the incident, and they only find out about that when Yusuf goes to store another masterpiece in the attic alongside the cursed San Sebastiano. They laugh it out eventually, of course, and it becomes something to tease them both about, but he is more than glad to be leaving Florence and going to London the week after that, where he starts going by Booker and buries his old name for good.

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A few notes:

1) the mention of Saints George, Sergius and Bacchus is not casual: Saint George, in particular, was the patron saint of the Republic of Genova, and Sergius and Bacchus are two saints martyred together who are often thought to have had a homosexual relationship and are somewhat of the patron saints of the gay community.

2) Antonello da Messina was an early Renaissance painter who introduced Flemish oil painting to Italy and Italian perspective technique to the Flanders; his portrayal of Saint Sebastian, inspired by Andrea Mantegna’s, was among the first ones to popularise what we now consider to be the classic portrayal of the martyrdom of Sebastian, aka “young man tied to a pole and sensually struck by arrows”. In Messina, Antonello was friends with Saint Eustochia Smeralda (the Smeralda Antonello mentions), and he allegedly based his masterpiece Virgin of the Annunciation on her.

3) the headcanon of Yusuf coming from Mahdia belongs to @hottopicmonk, and him having a sister named Maryam comes from a conversation with @tovezza!

[jet-teeth]

*Something something “TF sona” bandwagon* If anyone, Sprocket comes closest, though she is still her own character. At least I was inspired to pull some doodles out & and sketch a few new ones, so, another OC to post!

Short version is “she’s a nerd of a tank who likes to design vehicles and talks way too much about planes” Long version & babbling under the cut:

Sprocket is a neutral, technically, but does a bunch of mercenary work with a rag-tag group of mechs who are all either neutrals, defected from either faction, or alien. I still have yet to come up with a proper name for them so I just use “Runners” as a working title, as in “Intergalactic errand-runners.” She’s the heavy artillery of the team, but if she had a choice, she’d just hide away somewhere and design spaceships all day. Her faceshield is 100% intended to hide her face to appear colder and more aggressive, because underneath it, she’s just way too expressive, and in her line of work, looking nervous is a Bad Plan. The faceshield also doubles as a kind of “VR headset” though, and it can project a super-detailed modelling/engineering suite into her sensory system. Since she can use gestures to “sculpt,” it looks really funny to watch her from the outside, just sitting there with her four arms waving around. Needless to say, she gets weird looks from her crew all the time. The four arms - comes from a super old drawing I have (that I need to finish) where her second set allows her to uncouple her cannon from her back-mounted turret, and swing it around as its own firearm, and she’s wielding it like a minigun. Like a fool - but since her optical system is tied to the cannon, she technically doesn’t have to raise it to her face to aim it or anything.

Her obsession with aviation/aerospace design: Sprocket was constructed cold, and was actually supposed to be a triple-changer based on her spark - her second mode would have been a jet. (I doodled this up once, for fun: )

( It retains the angularity of her alt mode, and the curvature can be achieved by letting the hex-plating work as a kind of semi-flexible surface if you space each tile apart a little. Swing-wing, and built with the role of the Blackburn Buccaneer or Rockwell B-1 in mind: fly fast, fly low, evade radar and dump as much ordnance as possible! Something chunky and a little clumsy, rather than an elegant turn-fighter. Attack, not air-to-air specialized. The tiny canards are a feature taken from the B-1 because 1) whiskers are adorable, but more importantly, 2) they allow for fast, tiny tweaks in pitch, and when you’re flying so close to the ground, there’s no room for error.) Also, “a tank obsessed with flying” is just funny to me.

(Yes, this was real. Yes, this was also from Russia.) Since she’s 99% nervous energy, as much as possible is done at long range. Sprocket is a good shot, but is incredibly clumsy in close-quarters combat  - her strength usually lets get get out of a bad situation, but it’s usually not great.

This is also based on her altmode: the CV90120-T “Adaptiv” light stealth tank. It’s basically an IFV armed with a main battle tank’s cannon (120mm) and is designed to sneak up on targets undetected. Fast in, first to fire, fast out is the plan - armor is sacrificed for mobility.

The Adaptiv prototype has those fancy hex tiles, which are a heat-tile system that allows the vehicle to actively mask its thermal (infra-red) signature - it can take up the signature of anything it wants to, or just blend away into the background.

Nothing else has happened with the project since, as this was back in 2011, but I still really love that vehicle!

[fmhiphop]

The World Of Rhys Kelly: Eye Sculptures And Jewelry Beyond Imagination

What artist is tearing up the art scene and sparking inspiration left and right? None other than the sensational sculptural artist and custom jewelry designer Rhys Kelly! With an unstoppable passion for the boundless creativity that lies within the eyes, Rhys Kelly's art is a vibrant tribute to individuals' unique perspectives. And guess what else? FMHipHop got an exclusive opportunity to chat with this extraordinary artist and jewelry maestro about her remarkable journey. The insights and stories she shared with us are inspiring. Early Childhood Curiosity: Rhys' Fascination With Eyeballs Since she was a kid, Rhys has been conjuring up all sorts of inventions and creations. You know what's even cooler? Her family has always been there, cheering her on and encouraging her to embrace her passions. "In lower school I used to doodle eyeballs onto my classwork and thought nothing of it," Rhys said. "It's funny how life unfolds over time!" Rhys is living proof that when you nurture a child's creativity, the possibilities become endless! Carefully applying paint to those little orbs is an oasis for her overthinking mind. It's a therapeutic experience that takes her to a whole new level of Zen. But how did Rhys develop such an unusual passion? It all started when she was just a kid. Even at a young age, her curiosity about eyeballs was unparalleled. She couldn't help but be fascinated by those mesmerizing windows to the soul. They held a mysterious allure that drew her in, and she couldn't look away. Fast forward to Kelly's time at art trade school. The excitement that bubbled inside her when she discovered a course on creating prosthetic eyeballs for character and creature design was like a dream come true! And boy, did she fall head over heels for the whole process! Special FX Trade School: A Transformative Experience Rhys is a jewelry designer who's not afraid to think outside the box, and I mean way outside. We're talking hyper-personalized artistic vision here! This talented designer didn't just stop at creating beautiful pieces; she turned her passion into a thriving business faster than you can say, "bling bling." But how did she make it happen? It all began at a Special FX trade school in Pennsylvania. Yep! Rhys decided to take her skills to the next level by immersing herself in prosthetic eyeballs and sculptures. Talk about unconventional! However, that's not all she learned there. This trade school was like a treasure trove of knowledge, teaching her about the different materials she could work with. And she's got quite a collection now. "My go-to materials are always acrylic paint, different forms of resin, and clay for sculptural pieces," Rhys said. Choosing The Right Materials: Executing The Vision Curious minds...I can practically see those wheels turning in your heads, itching to uncover the mysterious creative process of Rhys. How does she transform her wild imagination into real masterpieces? And does she adhere to a specific approach or method? Well..... "My creative process normally begins with a thought or idea that pops into my mind, and then I draw it on paper to get the vision out of my head. Once the idea is on paper, I then think about what materials I will use to execute it into real life." Now, when it comes to honing your craft, it's no walk in the park. But that's not the only hurdle you'll face! Take Rhys, for instance. The biggest mountain she's had to climb? Assembling a team of like-minded individuals to collaborate with. Her art sets her soul on fire, and gosh, does she struggle with delegating tasks to others. But fortunately, she's not giving up! Oh no, she's taking charge and tackling this obstacle head-on. How, you ask? By scouting for talented folks to bring on board! Will she find the perfect team? That's the million-dollar question, my friends! But one thing's for sure: Rhys is determined to make it happen! Spreading Love And Light Picture yourself strolling into a room and spotting one of Rhys' eyeball sculptures perched on a shelf. Bam! It catches your attention like a dazzling shooting star streaking across the night sky. But we all know that when it comes to visual stuff, people have their own unique tastes, right? Some love it, some hate it, and some are just plain confused. But here's the real question: How does Rhys want you to feel when you look at her creations? "I want my art to inspire people to embrace each other's perspectives, reminding them to spread love and light into the world." Such a positive retort! Rhys' Favorite Art Piece: The Drippy Eye Stand People have their own unique opinions when it comes to visuals. But wouldn't you like to know what Rhys' favorite piece is among all those extraordinary eyeball sculptures and jewelry she's created? I mean, come on, with so many fabulous creations, there has to be one that really stands out for her. "So far, my favorite art piece is the Drippy Eye Stand," Kelly responded. "To me, it's unique because the eye is customized to a specific person's eye color, I've never seen anything like it before, and I can duplicate it with many different color variations in the future, so it's super exciting!" Absolutely! I mean, who wouldn't be blown away by the sheer awesomeness of sharpening your skills to transform a natural art form into a multitude of stunning variations? It's like unlocking a whole new level of artistic wizardry! Plus, can you imagine the progress you'll make as an artist by embracing this practice? It's a surefire recipe for unleashing your true creative potential. Going Beyond The Ordinary Rhys aims to do just that through her work – touch the hearts of countless individuals and ignite a spark of inspiration within them. Why settle for the ordinary when you can dream big and make those dreams a reality? She wants to convey this message loud and clear, shouting from the rooftops that anything is possible! In addition, she understands that to make a difference truly, we need more than just big ideas. We need open minds, hearts filled with love, and an unwavering commitment to calmness and understanding. These guiding forces can lead us to become better versions of ourselves. In the near future, Rhys Kelly gazes into the horizon and envisions a magnificent transformation in her work. "I want to explore the art gallery world and create more refined, polished, and high-end art pieces that will live on for years to come. I plan to experiment with many different sculpting and painting techniques." Responding To Negative Reactions: Approaching With Love, Peace, And Understanding Imagine a world filled with positive vibes, where everyone's dreams and aspirations float like colorful balloons. It's a delightful sight. But amidst all this positivity, there are those pesky negative folks who can't seem to hop on the happy train. Has Rhys, the amazing creator behind all these positive visions and affirmations, ever encountered any adversity or faced criticism for her extraordinary work? And if she has, how on earth does she handle it? "I feel like anyone who gets a little attention for anything is always going to have some people who dislike what they're doing," she said. "Luckily, I haven't had much criticism or bad reactions throughout my growing art career. If I were to receive bad reactions, I'd just address it with love, peace, and understanding." Her personality oozes maturity and self-control! Connecting With Prominent Figures: How Rhys' PR Team Works Rhys has some cool stuff to offer! You can rock her notable works as a funky necklace or a stylish ring, and they range in price from $100 to $200. But if you're looking for something on a grander scale, you can even go for one of her stunning installations, which range from $500 to a whopping $8,000. Talk about making a statement! As for her star-studded clientele, we're talking about big names like Busy Phillips, Olivia Rodrigo, and David Dobrik, to name a few. You might be wondering, "How on earth did she manage to work with such famous celebrities?" She's got a secret weapon - her fantastic PR team!   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by RHYS KELLY ✫彡 (@rhyskellyofficial)   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by RHYS KELLY ✫彡 (@rhyskellyofficial) Rhys has connected with these prominent figures thanks to her amazing PR team. They handle all the celebrity communications, ensuring her artwork gets into the hands of these famous people. So, next time you see one of Rhys' fabulous pieces on a celebrity, remember that there's a team behind the scenes making it happen. And who knows, maybe one day you'll be able to wear one of her stunning creations yourself, feeling like a superstar! The Power Of Advice In Creative Journeys Our creative journeys can be changed by advice. Aspiring sculptural artists bursting with passion have a burning desire to explore those unique and out-of-the-box themes in their magnificent creations. Fortunately, Rhys Kelly, seasoned sculptor extraordinaire, has a wealth of advice just for you! Trust me; this is the kind of wisdom you won't want to miss out on. "My advice would be to go for it and not think about it too much! The more you think about it, the longer it'll take to complete... so just draw out your idea and get the materials you need to execute it :) " To purchase some of Rhys Kelly's unique creations, visit her website here. Unveiling The Tale: The Origins Of Slick Rick's Unique Eye Patch Now that we've delved into the fascinating world of Rhys Kelly's remarkable eye sculptures and jewelry, let's plunge into the world of celebrities who've sported the one-eye look throughout their lives and careers. As time passed, fans couldn't help but notice the ever-evolving eye patch donned by rap legend Slick Rick. Strutting down countless red carpets, effortlessly coordinating his eye patch with his jaw-dropping outfits. That's what I call fashion forward! But what's the tale behind his unique eye patch? When Slick Rick was just an infant, tragedy struck. A shard of glass from a shattered window found its way into his innocent eye, robbing him of his sight forever. Heartbreaking, isn't it? This tidbit comes straight from trusted sources at Black Doctor. Curiously, Slick Rick doesn't often broach the topic. However, once upon a time, he shared his remarkable journey in a captivating 2012 interview with Red Bull Music Academy. In his own words, he revealed, "I used to wear like a contact lens, anything that camouflaged the eyes, cuz you know, the eyes is kind of messed up, you know," he said at the time. "Gradually I just started wearing, I was wearing Ray-Bans for a while. Then after a while, I just said, 'I’m just gonna wear the patch.' And then the patch seems to have caught on," he added. "So, I just stuck with the patch. Sometimes I wear the glasses, but you know, most people prefer the patch." Who knew a broken window could shape a legendary artist's style? The mysteries of life never cease to amaze! The Book That Changed Everything: A Moment Of Accidental Chaos Are you aware of why Romeo from the R&B group Immature wore that eye patch? It wasn't just for being mysteriously sexy! The surprising truth emerged during a fateful interview on Power 106 FM Nick Cannon Mornings in November 2020. The singer spills the beans and reveals that R&B sensation Brandy Norwood was responsible for his eye patch. According to Romeo, Brandy and former Immature group member, Half Pint, got into a heated argument. And in the heat of the moment, Brandy clutched a book in her hand. Little did she know calamity was coming! In a random act of fate, she flung the book back without care, unaware of anyone standing nearby. But what happened next was straight out of a wild movie script. That unsuspecting toss of the book hit Romeo devastatingly, cutting his retina but also detaching it, causing the lens in his eye to take an unexpected dive. And guess who comes to the rescue? Brandon Adams, the actor known for his role in the hit TV show Moesha, caught his flying lens!   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by Romeo, Batman & LDB (@immatureofficial) Can you believe that a simple argument could lead to such unexpected eye-popping drama? Life truly surprises us when we least expect it! The Spotlight On Ruger: A Nigerian Singer With A Flair For The Dramatic Let's dive into the fascinating story of Ruger, the Nigerian singer with a flair for the dramatic! Imagine this: The spotlight is shining on the incredible artist known as Ruger, or as I like to call him, Michael Adebayo. But what's the deal with that eye patch he always rocks? It's not just a style statement; it's a symbol that tells a powerful tale. During an interview in January with the fabulous Nancy Isime, Ruger shed some light on the story behind his eye patch. Someone in his life has faced adversity head-on, losing an eye but refuses to let it hinder their progress. This individual pushed forward against all odds, becoming even stronger in the process. And you know what? Ruger wanted to honor this person by adopting their courageous spirit and wearing that eye patch as a constant reminder of their resilience. Additionally, Ruger, the mastermind behind his brand identity, explained that the eye patch also represents his connection to snipers. But how? Well, Ruger himself focuses on their targets with incredible attention to detail. And you know what they do? They close one eye to get laser-sharp aim. It's like Ruger is channeling their prowess and bringing it into his own artistic journey.   View this post on Instagram   A post shared by Notjustok.com (@notjustok) Oh, and did I mention his name? Ruger. Just saying it gives off a bold vibe. But it's also the name of a gun! Ruger's identity is intertwined with the powerful image of a firearm, further fueling his unique persona. Nikiya Biggs conducted the interview. Written by Nikiya Biggs | Twitter | LinkedIn | Facebook | Instagram Follow and like FMHipHop on Facebook, Twitter, Spotify, Instagram, and YouTube! Read the full article

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Muse

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve’s little art hobby wasn’t necessarily a secret, but how good he was at it? That part was.

Word Count: 1552

Warnings: Fluff, eluded angst and insecurity from Steve

A/N: This is for a writing challenge by @jbbuckybarnes​. I truly tried my best to make this my absolute most inclusive piece of writing, so if you have any constructive criticism on how I can do that better please message me.

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs welcome and highly appreciated. 

Bright sunlight pranced throughout the small Brooklyn apartment, flittering and flickering through the air. A few tea light candles were strewn around on flat surfaces, emanating a soft vanilla scent that enhanced the sweetness that lingered from the nights dessert, a rare thing but a necessity with what was bound to happen in the next few weeks. Soft blankets and a peaceful quiet, comfortable silence that only made the warmth of the moment stronger. 

Your eyes flickered from the book in your hand to your sweet boyfriend sitting opposite of the room in his favorite chair. A colorful pallete and a dirty cup of water sat on the table next to him, his hand moving in thoughtful flicks as his teeth nibbled at his lip in concentration. A few pieces of his blonde hair had fallen into his face, occasionally shaking his head to move it from his view and causing a smile to spread across your lips.

Steve has always painted. A fun little hobby to fill the time. Sometimes it'd just be a drawing, a simple sketch with charcoal. But lately, since meeting Dr.Eskrine late last week he's been specifically painting more and more. The colors on his pallete have even become brighter and move varied, but he never showed you the pictures. You assumed they were just personal little doodles, nothing big and extravagant, maybe something that would be somehow embarrassing for him. 

However, you did know why he had been painting more. Steve had been recruited, kind of. He'd be the subject of an experiment called Project Rebirth. Neither of you knew too much about it, but you did know that within the next week or to Steve would be receiving his letter for him to be wisped away. 

At first, Steve was excited. He finally had managed to find a way to get what he wanted, a way to serve his country. And you were excited for him as well, how couldn't you be? His blue eyes lit up so bright when he told you, so excited and talking so fast he was practically reminiscent of a puppy. He nearly gave himself an asthma attack with how much energy was coursing through him. 

But the reality quickly set in for the both of you. He'd be leaving. Your Stevie, your perfect gentleman of a boyfriend, your number one supporter would have to leave you, and there was a good chance he may not come home. You two cried that night, a whirlwind of emotions laying catastrophy to your bliss, and vowed that every moment between then and him leaving would be the most special time you could imagine. 

Some would argue that there wasn't anything special about this; About sitting feet apart, in the most peaceful quiet only slightly disturbed by the sounds of people going home after a long days work outside, doing your own thing. But you couldn't have this with anyone else, this comfort and feeling of home was something you never felt until Steve. Everyone was shocked when the two of you moved in together, but you hadn't wanted to let this feeling slip through your fingers, and you were even more grateful now that you had made the decision to do so. 

Without thinking much of it, you sat your book down and stood up, moving to Steve. After pressing a kiss to his forehead you grabbed the dirty cup of water and moved to the kitchen just feet away to refresh it for him. 

You felt his gaze follow you, as it always did when you moved about. He tried not to admit it but he was truly shocked as to how he got so lucky to be with you. Someone so caring, driven, and open minded. Someone who's inner beauty matched their appearance, who was definitely way out of his league in his opinion and didn't have a care in the world for how small he was. A girl who was almost too ambitious and too determined for her own good. You inspired him, way more than you knew at this point. 

"Whatcha painting, dear?" Your voice cut through his thoughts as you came back with the fresh water, only trying to peak at the pad of paint paper a little. 

The flush that covered his skin was far too obvious for him to play off, and he tripped over his words as he talked, "it's uh, nothing - really - I mean it's not nothing but-"

The light laugh that fell from your lips caused him to blush even darker. Steve watched as you leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before kneeling beside him. The look you gave him was too pure and sweet and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist whatever you requested of him next. 

"Can you please show me some of your paintings, Stevie? You paint so much and I feel like this is a piece of you I don't know much about." The sweetness and curiosity had him cliff diving head first into falling in love with you all over again. 

"Uh, s-sure." Steve did well of hiding the one he had been working on, sitting it aside and out of view as he flipped through a few pages of his painting paper and showed you a picture he painted of a garden. 

Your breath was practically stolen as your gaze danced across the intricate detail of the picture he was showing you. Variants of almost every shade in the rainbow were whisped across the paper, creating a beautiful scene of blooming flowers and bushes, caged in by a white picket. 

"You can paint? Like, really paint?" The statement came as more of a question, almost in disbelief with what you were seeing. You had sworn painting was just a pass-time type of hobbie for Steve, but you were wrong, way wrong. It wasn't a hobbie, it was a talent. 

"A little bit, yeah, I guess," he mumbled, bashful and still not use to any type of praise. "I had- I had painted that one night after we had talked about buying a house one day. You said you wanted a little cottage with a white picket fence and a huge garden. I figured, if I couldn't give the real thing to you, I could at least paint you something close to it."

Your heart practically broke and swelled all at once. The sincerity of this man never ceased to baffle you. "Stevie! You call this a little bit?" You exclaimed. "This is beautiful. Can you show me another?"

He smiled, shy but hopeful and nodded. Steve moved down to sit on the floor with you, pulling a few of the papers out to lay across the floor, all different scenes of things you had talked about wanting to do together. A little bakery, a blue cottage, a cabin and lake. Your eyes scanned across every one, seeing every little detail and color, feeling like you were seeing a scene out of a movie, feeling like you could have actually been there. 

"Steve, love, these are amazing," you breathed out, voice soft and quiet. 

"I painted them for you," he admitted, voice just as hushed. He avoided looking at you, but you couldn't help but look at him after that admittance. "When I found out about getting recruited I starting painting everything we ever wanted to do together so you could hang them up or keep them to remember me, so you wouldn't forget me."

"Forget you?" The little pang of hurt was evident in your voice. "Stevie," you leaned over, cupping his face with your hand and making him look at you. A quiet exchange of sad smiles before you pressed a kiss to his lips, a promise, "I'll never forget you. I love you."

Steve smiled a little more brightly. "I love you too, doll."

"But," you voice had a tease, trying to keep the mood light and happy. It wasn't time for tears, not yet. You wanted as many happy moments with him as possible before he left, "you have to promise not to forget me."

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head, "I couldn't if I tried."

And little did you know, the painting he set aside was his way of making sure he didn't forget you. That he wouldn't forget the way your hair sat against your skin, or the bridge of your nose, or any freckle and smile line. The warmth that emanated from you or the curve of your lips in a resting smile.

No picture could do any of that, any piece of you justice. So, Steve didn't rely on a picture, instead he just painted his favorite muse. After a moment of hesitation he moved to grab it. It wasn't quite finished, but almost there and done enough to show you. 

"I painted those for you, but I'm painting this one for me, to keep with me while I'm away."

Steve sat back down, showing you the all too realistic portrait of you reading a book, in the position you'd taken comfort in over the last week. Your breath had truly caught in your throat this time, times welling as emotions bubble in you. "See, doll, I can't forget something I've painted."

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