will you ever do a tut on ur art style??
I’m terrible at explaining things, so probably no tutorial 💀
Some things I do?
1. I always take reference from some of my all-time idols in the art circle like wolfy the witch—grass-flu—abd illustrates etc I study and trace over their work to understand how they go about anatomy colors etc
2. My color choices are widely inspired by my Fashion taste  I have a folder of different color palettes and I always reference from those pallets 
3. Big on using pose reference, sometimes even tracing over parts of the body that I’m struggling with just to see how to figure it out (A lot of people don’t talk about this but using 3-D reference is amazing it’s not cheating)
4. Have fun I know people say you should study whatever amount of time a day but just studying is kind of boring so I implement studying with the things I’m interested in— say, if I want to do pose studies, I’ll take a media I’m interested in and use that for my pose study so I’m involving something I like while also improving my craft 
5. Try everything don’t put yourself into a box, and I would say don’t focus on finding your own style. It comes to you naturally as you improve it’s actually a good thing that you can mimic multiple styles especially if you’re trying to enter a career in art.  but I will also say if you find a style you enjoy and that’s the only thing you wanna do that’s perfectly OK too. It’s your art at the end of the day no one gets to tell you what to do with it. 👌
Uhhhh that was just me word vomiting idk if that helps but bark bark
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Daminette December Day 16- Square
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Damian x Marinette
“Damian!” Jon waved to him from across the cafeteria. “Let me introduce you to someone I just met.” As Damian walked up to the table, he saw someone who could have been Jon’s twin. “This is Marinette, she’s an exchange student from France.”
“Bonjour.” The smile she gave him was bright enough to light the entire room, she held out her hand. Damian stared at it, not moving, until Marinette slowly lowered her hand, hiding it in her lap. “Sorry, I thought handshakes were how Americans greet each other.”
“In general, you are right. However, I prefer it when others stay away from me.” Marinette went still and Jon started panicking.
“Um… before you take that the wro-” he was interrupted by Marinette abruptly standing up.
“It was nice meeting you, Jon. I’ll take my leave now. I wouldn’t want to make others feel uncomfortable.” She quickly walked away, not bothering to look back.
Jon sighed as Damian took a seat at the table. “While I’m not exactly sure what happened, from your reaction it seems I may have misspoke.” Jon placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder.
“You’re so lucky I’m such a caring and understanding friend. I’ll try to clear up the misunderstanding, that you're just naturally abrasive to everyone and everything.”
“She did seem like a decent person. She seems like someone tolerable to be around.”
“Wow… such high praise for Marinette. You didn’t even try to kill her first. I am offended Damian.” The hurt expression on his face was clearly fake, so Damian didn’t feel bad about pushing him out of his seat. And also because it would take a lot more to actually hurt a kryptonian.
“That was a different point of my life.”
“No. That’s just how you show affection.”
Robin x Marinette
It was a mistake. She knew immediately that it was a mistake yet, she did it anyways. The light from the street lamp flickered on and off, just barely hanging on, several feet behind her, Marinette could hear the sound of footsteps following her. Next time, she made a mental note to herself, she wouldn’t go out in Gotham at night.
She tried to remain calm, slow her breathing and wait. There was still a chance that they were innocent people simply walking in the same direction as her. That hope was shattered as the footsteps began approaching quickly. Her first instinct was to book it, and as she ran as fast as she could manage, the approach of the people behind her could be heard. They were nearing her so she was left with one last option, fight. Normally, she preferred less violent methods but that wasn’t an option here.
Just as they reached her and she prepared to perform a spinning hook kick, a new sound entered the dark night. A body dropped right behind her, and the sound of fighting could be heard. As soon as she recovered her bearings she turned around to see what was going on.
Behind her, one of Gotham’s vigilanties was battling against five thugs, two of them had knives. Marinette just barely made out the dark shades of red, green, and gold from her savior, confirming the identity of Robin. It barely took Robin five minutes to defeat the muggers, and Marinette watched in awe of his efficiency and skill.
“Are you ok, miss?” he addressed her.
“Yes. Thank you so much for saving me.” heat flooded her cheeks when he turned his attention on to her.
“I doubt it was necessary. From what I saw you know how to defend yourself.” He was talking about how she almost kicked someone and she turned a brighter red at the praise.
“Thank you? I guess, I mean, it’s not a big deal or anything. I just know some moves.” Her classic habit of rambling was rearing its ugly head.
“Regardless, you shouldn’t wander Gotham at night. Take care in the future.” With that he was off. Marinette supposed that most people would ask for an escort home, but she was grateful that he was taking his job seriously and on his way to help others.
Ladybug x Robin
“What are you doing in our city?” The accusation stung a bit, but Ladybug tried to brush it off.
“That has to do with my civilian life, so unfortunately, I can’t disclose that. As for why I’m acting as a hero, I figured I could help out while I was here.” She sent him a smile. “There’s always so much crime in Gotham that another set of eyes wouldn’t hurt.”
Robin scoffed at her statement. “Real help would be appreciated. You rely on magic to accomplish the job, and unless it is magic related we don’t need that kind of help.”
“Well, you may think that, but I can prove my abilities are my own.” Robin didn’t reply. After glancing at her with narrowed eyes, he swung away. Ladybug was an unknown, a magic user, and far too friendly to be able to properly deal with Gotham’s crime. He planned to keep an eye out before she ended up hurting herself.
Ladybug x Damian
Out of every crisis this was the worst one. Being forced to accept help from Ladybug of all people. Damian needed to escape so he could come back as Robin and help out, but the only way to do that was to accept help from an amateur.
Ladybug’s thoughts were along the same premise. Being forced to help Damian Wayne, the arrogant, pompous jerk. He never apologized, or tried to be polite. The only reason she tolerated his presence at school was because of Jon. But, as a hero, she knew she couldn’t leave a person behind.
“We need to evacuate quickly, so don’t complain too much about this.” Without warning, Ladybug scooped up Damian into a princess carry. There was a brief squawk of protest before he went silent and didn’t complain. It surprised her, Ladybug expected Damian to prefer death over humiliation, but his calm reluctance was far from the image she had of him. When they finally made it out of the building, she set him down. “Get medical help from an ambulance,” then she rushed back in.
Damian had to admit, grudgingly, that Ladybug was braver than he gave her credit for. Perhaps, she wasn’t a completely useless ally after all. But that thought didn’t stop Damian from suiting up and pointing out her every error once the crisis was resolved.
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