I've been trying something new!
I bought myself a drawing tablet for my computer with money I'd gotten for Christmas and Birthday gifts. And I've been playing around with how to translate drawing with a pencil to drawing digitally. It's a bigger learning curve than you might expect.
So, I've got some OCs that I drew with my tablet. [I know not everyone is interested in OCs, so I'll put them under the Cut, and fair disclosure, one is *mildly spicy*.]
Shout out to some wonderful, skilled, and knowledgeable artist friends in our Discord server for helping me find a good program for me and for tips to help me improve.
Lastly, full disclosure, I used reference photos for pose, outfit, hair, and faces and traced to get an outline before adding details color and shading. I'm honestly surprised they came out as well as they did and I really love them!
I am also HYPER aware of flaws and areas I want to improve, but such is the way with art, I think. 😅
Isabella Ramót "Bells" (from Sunflowers and Blasters)
And, slight spoiler for future chapters, but
Daneel Ramót, Isabella's brother
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Jason and Roy were packing away the leftovers. Though there wasn't much left considering just how many people came over to eat. "If I leave without complimenting Alfred, feel free to never let me come over again."
Jason chuckled. "Oh? Who said you were leaving?"
Roy grinned. "Trust me I had no plans on leaving tonight Jaybird. But I did have some plans," he winked at Jason.
Jason looked at him playfully, stuffing the last dish into a small bag. "I'd hope so. Or else tonight was gonna get really boring."
Roy lead into Jason slowly, kissing him softly. Jason smiled into the kiss, like a real genuine smile. They pulled away when they heard someone making a gaging sound in the doorway.
"Get a room you two. Jesus fuck." Damian poured a glass of the non-alcoholic cider.
Jason rolled his eyes. "Says you, now scram nerd."
Damian stuck out his tongue. "Loser," he turned and walked out.
Roy chuckled at the two brothers. "You two are adorable."
Jason shrugged. "I might be, but I know damn well that brat isn't."
"Mhm, mhm. Whatever makes you feel better."
He huffed, shoving the bag into Roy's arms. "It's Oliver's. Go give it to him."
Roy gave him a fax salute before grabbing the bag. "Yes sir."
Jason chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. "Get out of here."
Roy placed a small kiss on Jason's forehead before turning to leave.
He sighed, placing his head on the counter. "Heard you helped cook. Wouldn't have expected that from you." Jason lifted his head up, looking at who just entered. There in the doorway stood Koriand'r.
Jason shrugged. "I was helping Selina mostly. She's actually a pretty good cook."
She grabbed the bottle of red wine. "So I've heard. She made the apple pie, right?"
He nodded. "And the rolls. Shit was homemade."
Her eyes widened. "Really? They were incredible."
"I know right."
Roy came back into the kitchen. "I'm bac- oh hello there Kori."
She waved, giving him a small smile. " Hey there Roy."
Roy walked over to Jason, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "They said thank you."
Kori smiled at them. "You two are cute. I better be the maid of honor."
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Brahms The Brat (Chubby Brahms x Reader)
(Brahms has been a spoiled and bratty little shit so you stop cooking for him as punishment. He doesn't take it well.)
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- Brahms had been getting lazy. He didn't even try to walk around the house for exercise anymore. All he did was laze about, eat, watch tv or read books.
- For most of the time, he'd get up and get his own food, but lately, he just asked you to get it for him, not bothering to get up and eat at the table.
- This only made his waist line balloon even more and it was getting harder to replace Brahms' wardrobe every few weeks, not that he cared if his shirt could barely contain his ever rounding tummy.
- He was the human equivalent of a fat, pampered, cat but you didn't really mind. He was more docile this way and at least he wasn't trying to kill you or hurt anyone.
- Until one day he had the nerve to throw a tantrum because you said no cake until he finished his vegetables from dinner. He complained that he didn't like steamed broccoli and that he wanted his treat now, while you explained that having treats is nice and while you rather enjoyed his plumpiness, he still had to eat balanced meals.
- He threw an absolute fit and even threw the plate on the ground, uneaten food spilling everywhere, as the plate, that thankfully didn't shatter, clanged loudly on the ground.
- He went on a tirade on how you were trying to starve him and how you didn't care about him.
- Scorned that the meal you worked so hard on was wasted, you stayed silent. You grabbed a broom, cleaned up the mess and left the room.
- The next day, Brahms awoke to see you doing dishes. From what he could tell, you had made breakfast but... where was his plate ? From what remained, he could tell that you cooked his favorite. French toast and berries with whipped cream.
- "Where's breakfast ?" He asked, tilting his head.
- "I ate my plate. Feel free to make yourself something." You said, in a monotone voice. "Just clean up when you do."
- He frowned. You weren't going to cook breakfast for him ?!?
- "What are you talking about ?!?" He demanded, growing more upset, especially since he was hungry.
- "It's obvious that you don't appreciate what I try to do for you, Brahms, so I'm done. I'm not cooking for you. Cook your own meals." You threw the dish towel aside and stormed out of the room.
- At first, Brahms was stubborn.
- Whatever ! He didn't need you to cook for him ! He still had his snacks !
- But the snacks didn't even last a day, since he ate them all to distract himself from you. So in the end, he had nothing.
- So then he decided that he'd cook his own meals !
- But he didn't know how to use a stove. He tried to fry an egg but ended up burning his hand touching a hot part of the pan, so he gave up and went to bed.
- In the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep. His stomach kept growling and his hunger pangs made him feel queasy. He put his hands on his tummy to try to get it to quiet down, but it didn't work, letting out silent whimpers and whines of frustration.
- It was then, when his stomach felt like it was trying to devour itself, he knew what he had to do. He got up and waddled to you room, cracking the door open to see if you had went to bed yet. Fortunately, you hadn't.
- "(Your Name) ?" He called out, shyly, pulling down the hem of his shirt, looking down.
- "Yes ?" You called out, not looking up from your book.
- "I...I..." he started to whimper. Then you heard sniffles, causing you to look up and see big pearly tears welling up in Brahms' eyes. He looked so pathetic that I tugged at your heart string.
- "I..." he choked on a sob. "I'm just so hungry !" He bawled. "I'm sorry for wasting your meal last night ! I'm sorry for acting so rotten ! I shouldn't have done that, I'll be good, I promise I won't ever do it again ! Please stop being mad at me !" He started to hiccup on his sobs, "I-I'll eat whatever you make me from now on, even if it's just steamed broccoli ! Just please, feed me !"
- You sighed and put your book down, getting out of bed, walking over to the sniveling man, resting you hand in his hair. He slowly looked up at you, chubby face wet with tears.
- "Alright, you've learned your lesson." You said, petting his hair. "I'll go make you something, now calm down." He quickly engulfed you into a large hug, holding you tightly, as you cooed at him, rubbing his back.
- "Shh, it's okay, it's okay. I'll make you some hamburger steak with rice and you can have a cookie for dessert, okay ?" You rocked back and forth with him.
- "Alright...thank you..." he said, voice soft. You smiled and pulled away, heading to the kitchen, Brahms following behind you.
- Brahms will always be a brat in other ways, but he never wasted your food again.
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' you would think that, because you're a child. ' [ From Choso, and thank you for the follow back! ]
@ofxcrimsonxedge / ANSWERED .
PECULIAR , how easily people would speak when they haven't the slightest idea what they're talking about . CHOSO is of a notable strength , special grade even - that much is admittedly obvious . though he hadn't been much of a challenge in shibuya .
unfortunately of all people itadori had chosen to find respect for , it happened to be a half curse - & satoru can't be too vindictive here because the reincarnated death painting had ultimately been there to protect his student when he himself wasn't capable . he'd been part of the key to his release from his seal & for this he should be grateful .
yet , he'd never had a talent for holding his tongue .
❛ sorry , were you talking to me ? you were quite literally an infant two seconds ago . ❜
PETULANT tone , signature smirk on his lips & he simply shrugs his shoulders .
❛ just an odd way of insulting someone i think . better luck next time yeah ? ❜
patience , patience - he reels himself in with a playful hum , smile dancing wider across his features . offenses roll off of his shoulders .
❛ well all things considered , I do understand that you're in yuji's corner . so we're cool , if you're cool . no hard feelings . ❜
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