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stnexus · 4 months

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sketching out plans…!

gojo satoru x black!fem!reader x geto suguru

college student + artist au

story masterlist

minors dni, 18+

summary: the world appears so much more colorful when you major in art. a balance between mystery and connection. you cannot, however, claim that the bond between you and your two best friends from childhood had the same balance. you were caught in the crossfire as everything went left between gojo and geto once you all entered the college scene. left to tackle your own conflicting thoughts while trying help to repair their friendship. your only question is: why did everything go wrong?

cw: eventually nsfw (not this chapter), pet names (no use of y/n), pining, poly!satosugu mentions, childhood friends to lovers trope, food + eating mentioned, bickering + petty arguments, academic stress (gojo just loves procrastinating), explicit language, utahime is a professor in here (LMAO, not even a warning but it’s funny to me)

wc: 2.5k+

CHAPTER ONE

“...and if you have no questions, that’s all for today's class.” your professor's voice circled the intimately spaced classroom. the warm sunlight from the window across from you bounced off your brown skin as it seemed to pour into the room with no restrictions. well, the complete lack of shade would definitely be to blame. the heat the sun provided was wonderful in your usually cold classes, but professor utahime must enjoy seeing her students suffer with the lack of ac usage. the classroom was always hot, sweltering even. the heat so annoying, you had pulled your braids into a low bun after entering the classroom.

“psst…” your name followed the sound of someone trying to catch your attention — a voice you knew all too well. well enough to roll your eyes at his usual antics before even meeting his gaze. turning towards the white-haired man behind you, a look of slight annoyance covered your face as you prompted him to go on with what he had needed your attention so badly for.

“i didn’t do the project that’s due tomorrow; you’ve gotta help me,” he seemed to plead as his voice was pushed through a stressed-filled whisper. his revelation was of no surprise to you; he had been a procrastinator all throughout your childhood. yet he always managed to be at the top of any class.

“gojo, that project was assigned two weeks ago.” you deadpanned as you stood from your stool. packing up your art supplies into your carrying case in the process. “what have you been doing?” you questioned.

“a little bit of everything, actually— but that’s besides the point,” gojo said as he mimicked your actions and packed his bag. “if i don’t get this project done, she’ll drop me by two grades. my perfect ‘a’ will fall to a ‘c’.”

“oh, i see, you want me to save you.”

“yes— NO!”

professor utahime paused her actions from her spot at the front of the class to peer over at the two of you. her black hair with hints of purple glimmering under the natural light in the room. the scar that adorned her face shifted a bit as she sent a soft smile your way, only to shake her head at gojo before returning to her previous actions. not only did it disturb her but others who tried to quickly pack up their belongings. though, they only gave a slight flinch and quick glance.

“no, it’s not like that, i swear. i just need a few opinions on my starting point.” gojo brought his voice back down to a whisper.

“mhm, right. like when you needed my opinion last time and i did your entire project outline—” your voice was cut short as gojo clamped one of his big, cold hands over your mouth. a rushed and panicked shhh falling from his pink lip as he watched professor utahime glide through the classroom with her belongings in her hand, taking her leave as quickly as she could.

“gojo, let her go.” a calm voice from behind you spoke. a moment of annoyance flashed across the white-haired man’s face as he looked at the person behind you. as if they had had the audacity to speak to him as the voice chimed up again, “it’s not her fault that you’ve been slacking. learn to keep up.”

letting his hand grab at your jaw for a moment, gojo squished your cheeks together, your glossy lips puckering out. white eyelashes framing his sparkling blue eyes as he peered at you, smiling at how goofy you looked. you could feel your stomach flutter at the action, but you quickly brushed it off.

“looks like we’ve got ourselves a superhero ready to take action, princess,” gojo cooed. dropping his hand to his side, you were able to turn and meet the face of the new company. another man you had known all throughout your childhood; his long, raven black hair was quite a contrast to the bright-haired man that had just spoken.

“geto, i happen to value the opinions of smart people. though you wouldn’t know that, seeing as i’d never have to come to you for an opinion,” gojo chided.

“guess that’s the same reason why your own opinions aren’t worth much—”

“hey! you two have been at it since we’ve gotten to this damn school. it’s been three years,” you interrupted as you stood between them. “whatever happened, just kiss and make up already at this point.”

“he started it!” gojo interjected like a kid arguing his case to an authority figure.

“and finished it too,” geto said, letting a lazy smile play at his lips. a smile you wished you had more time to admire, but it was gone just as fast as it had appeared.

pinching your nose bridge, you grabbed your bag and hoisted it onto your shoulder. only to quickly be relieved of its weight as geto slid it off of your shoulder with ease. his warm hand brushing against your shoulder as he did so. damned camisole, would have worn a regular t-shirt and bear the brunt of sweating if you knew a simple hand brushing against you would make you momentarily dizzy.

“what are you still doing here anyway? don’t you have another class?”

gojo’s question interrupted their bickering as you all exited the classroom. only for geto to respond with a simple ‘it got canceled’. which you knew you would all be headed to your shared apartment building at the same time. it was definitely a task living in the same apartment building as the two men, especially seeing as they could not seem to get along to save their own lives.

though you had yet to understand why.

gojo and geto were within the top three of professor utahime’s class, amassing major credit with professional artists and opportunities to work alongside them. sometimes at the same time; which must have been a horror story for the artist they had shadowed. they shared some of the same interests, tastes in art, and even simple hobbies.

their rift throughout college just did not make sense.

“i’ll see you two later; i need to make a stop at the store before i get to the apartments.”

“awe, don’t leave me here with this bonehead,” gojo whined. his actions caused a small chuckle to leave your lips as you pulled out your key, pressing the unlock button on your keychain.

“you’ll be around each other for all of two minutes just walking to your cars,” you smiled as you opened your car door mentioning the two almost identical black suvs they owned.

“we don’t know what gojo can do in those two minutes,” geto spoke, “he might even run me off the road.”

“good idea. now i might,” gojo mumbled under his breath. “i’ll leave first. ‘need at least a five-pace headstart before i do something i’ll regret. drive safe, beautiful.”

“you too, ‘toru!”

with a shake of your heads, both you and geto watched as gojo parted ways with you both, until he could no longer be seen in the distance. sliding into your car, you looked up at geto from the open door. the man stood over you as he looked down at you. his eyes seemed to scan your face for just a moment, but that moment made your heart beat just a little bit faster.

“he’s really something,” you spoke with a smile, “but you are too. how long are you two going to keep this weird ass feud going?”

“as long as ‘toru wants to,” geto said matter of factly, “remember, i didn’t start this.”

“well, it needs to end. i need my friends to act normal again. how everything used to be,” you pouted a little as you stuck the key in the ignition. your car revving to life as you turned the key. “we graduate next year. i don’t want us to get out in the ‘real world’ and still be on bad terms.”

“i’m trying my best; sometimes it’s just hard not to be just as petty,” geto confessed with his thin brows furrowed, but you already knew that.

a beat of silence fell over you two as you played it off with a sad smile. with a small hum, you pushed out a stressed i’ll get going, i guess.

“drive safe, princess.”

the ride home from the store seemed to drag; you had only stopped to pick up the list of things needed to make dinner. your latest craving about to be satisfied by yourself. grabbing the four grocery bags from the passenger seat, you made your way up to the fourth floor by using the elevator. once you had begun to start cooking, it was not long after you heard a knocking on your door. gojo being the one on the other side once the door was swung open. his supplies in hand as he flashed a charming smile. only to be met with an unamused sigh from you.

“oh come on, just think of it as us bonding,” gojo persuaded, then deadpanned. “if i don’t get this in tomorrow, professor utahime might kick my ass, seriously.”

“i actually want to see it happen,” you spoke smoothly as you backed up and allowed him into your apartment. “how did you even know i was home?”

“we all live on the same floor, so i can hear when your door closes. your car is always parked next to suguru’s outside, and i can smell your cooking a mile away— which reminds me, what are we eating for dinner?”

“after i just found out you stalk me, ‘we’ isn’t in the equation.”

“so had i not admitted to that, there was a ‘we’?” gojo sent a boyish smile your way. to say you almost melted — at what you perceived as a fleeting joke — was an understatement. though you played everything off well, just as you always did.

“in your dreams, ‘toru.”

the party of two ended up drifting into the confines of your living room once you had both eaten. a few laughs and conversations made their way through the familiarity you both felt with each other. until you decided to let your words change the atmosphere.

“…satoru, what ever happened between you and sugu’ ?”

gojo’s charcoal pencil stopped in the middle of his drawing as he sat across from you on the loveseat you had. he had been working on trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to capture for the task at hand, drawing at random as you lay on the couch watching television. your black bonnet protecting your braids. if they could, you swear the walls would start crumbling under the weight of your words. as the white-haired man looked at you quietly.

“i don’t really want to talk about—”

“come on, don’t do this to me, ‘toru,” you whined as you sat up. “you talk to me about anything and everything.”

“we all just belong—…sugu’ and i just grew apart as friends. something i won’t let happen to us,” gojo spoke, but you knew there was much more to be said by the way he cut himself off. silence continued to envelop the room as you two held eye contact from across the room.

had he been anyone else in this moment, you would swear he was bursting at the seams to say something he would regret, his eyes telling a different story. using his words like a safety net. but gojo was not one to regret; he always spoke his mind with confidence. so why would that change now?

though you could not judge him if he chose to keep this one thing to himself. you had your secrets, too. it was not easy being best friends with gojo or geto. years had been spent pushing any thoughts you had for them, outside of friendship boundaries, aside. you were in over your head, thinking they had those lingering thoughts too. why pry at gojo for something he refused to share?

“okay,” was the only word that fell from your lips as you laid back down. watching as the man in the corner of the room nodded in acknowledgement as he went back to drawing. though it was clear that the atmosphere had been altered to no return.

you woke up when the sound of your front door closing echoed through the apartment. somewhat startled by the sound, only to find you had been covered with a blanket and a pillow had been placed under your head. you squinted as you tried to focus your eyes and take in the living room. gojo had left, it seemed. leaving you alone for the night. from the window parallel to the couch, you could see that daytime had drifted into nightfall.

stretching out your arms, you grabbed the blanket that had been covering you and your pillow as you directed yourself to your bedroom.

tossing yourself stomach first onto your bed, the wooden headboard thumped against the wall slightly. a groan left your lips as you heard the ping of a text notification from your phone that you had left charging on your nightstand. reaching for it blindly, you let the charger be yanked from the charging port. the picture of geto, gojo and yourself on move in day three years ago illuminated the screen. causing you to pause for just a second.

from: gojo [one attachment] u are my muse. i wanted to make sure it was okay with u before showing it on wednesday

your heart seemed to skip at the first four words, but quickly it caught up with its usual pace as you realized he had meant he had used you as inspiration for his project. the text was opened promptly, and you were met with a charcoal drawing of yourself. your arm tossed over your eyes, your bonnet slipping back to show the edge of your hairline, and a bit of the parting for your braids as you slept.

it was not the first time any of the boys had drawn you. you all used each other for inspiration from time to time.

to: gojo it’s great. thanks for not drawing me drooling good night, ‘toru

from: gojo nah the drool was in the rough draft thank u, seriously, u saved my gpa good nightttt

here you were again, like every night since high school. left to your thoughts. heart using your mind as a weapon against yourself. you had been in the crossfire of gojo and geto’s confusing feud for years now, but they lacked clarity on how you had struggled between their bickering.

all for what?

you three have been the best of friends since age ten. a bond that you thought would never vanish due to years of connection seemed to be diminishing before your very eyes. your own thoughts of them as much more were always pushed out due to fear of tarnishing something in a confession, but they damn sure were pushed down when the friendship between geto and gojo began to waiver.

it was nights like these that you would stare at their pictures in your camera roll, just like you are doing now.

questions swarmed your brain like a sweeping tornado. how could you hold feelings for both of your best friends? why did hearing their nicknames for you make your heart get stuck in your throat? how did everything go wrong within one semester? why did gojo not feel safe enough to talk to you about what happened?

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dduane · 2 months

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Middle Kingdoms "Tale of the Five" Mark V covers, minimalist (type 1) group, TDIF

This is the only one of these where I'm not going to put the work under a cut, because there are going to be twelve of them before I'm done, and I don't want to bore people with the roughs in progress.

So this was the sketch for this group's Door Into Fire cover the other day...

And here's a rough example of what I was seeing in my head.

Possibly a little on the nose, but (a) I had to start somewhere, and (b) it was 1 AM when I finished work on this one and I was beyond caring. :)

The "since we're talking about doors, let's lean into that" concept is one that's appeared in previous covers on this series—both mine and other people's—but none of mine have looked this polished, because I just wasn't as good at this stuff ten years ago as I am now, and I've now got far better tools.

...Though one hilarious exception to this situation has been applied to the lettering. The extremely nice Eye Candy plugin from Exposure Software once in its much earlier versions ran on both Corel Photo Paint (my preferred design software for pushing three decades now) and Adobe's various versions of Photoshop. But for whatever reason(s), that situation came to an end. Now, I have Eye Candy for Photoshop... but I really hate Photoshop, and avoid using it whenever possible.

So in order to add some pop to the Cinzel Decorative font on this page, I had to go elsewhere... which in my case means to the little Samsung notebook computer that lives (mostly snoozing) in the front window of the living room, and is still running Windows XP. (Because of this it's never allowed to go online any more, as it can't be made secure.) I refuse to get rid of it because we've traveled too far together, and I've written too many books on it, and I love it too much. But its other chief virtue is that it will still run Corel 11 (which my newer Windows machines refuse to do). And the install of Corel PP 11 in the Samsung will still happily run the old version of Eye Candy, which has all the familiar presets that I tinkered together over years of use. I really need to sit down, eventually, and figure out how to train the current version of Eye Candy to accept the presets from the older one.

But today is not that day. Today I just plugged in the .cpt Photo Paint file and edited it to add the golden-colored effect on those letters. That was all this rough needed for me to kick it to one side and get on with thinking about the next one.

Anyway, for those interested in materials: the hand and the doorway were created using Daz Studio. The blue fire is stock art. (I do have a very nice app called Flame Painter, from Escape Motions, but I'm not yet expert enough with it to use it much in cover work.) The basic (parent) font is Cinzel, as I mentioned: both Cinzel Bold and Cinzel Decorative Bold variants are used in this cover.

There are still a number of things that can use some tweaking in this one, but as I said, this is a rough. Over the next week or so I'll get around to the other two in this set, and get a better sense whether this whole idea is workable—as if the style doesn't work well across all three covers in the trilogy, it's useless.

And now I'm going to go make some oatcakes, as @petermorwood someone seems to have eaten all the ones I made last week. :)

(cc: @mutantenfisch: Links to the print copies at Amazon are over here, if you don't feel like waiting for the new covers...)

#Middle Kingdoms #Middle Kingdoms meta #The Door Into Fire #cover design #tag to make finding these easier:#MK Mk 5 covers

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madfantom · 11 months

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There was one sketch that I spent a very… very long time to line. And each time I did not like something so much that the thought was eating my skull … I ended up crawling with difficulty to color, and then I dropped the art for a long time. But yesterday I was in such a morbid mood. Like a normal sleep on the eve of the session week, but such a tense overload, as if my brain is filled with too much that needs to be done but it is not so BRRRRRH I found this unfinished art and! And started smearing color on top of it. Just gave up on the line and everything I had so painstakingly constructed a long time ago. I wanted to rest and do some nice colorful stuff. The calm, sleeping Cuphead's sleep is conducive to that. This is his favorite head pillow.

#CupheadAU #Cuphead #Cuphead show #Cuphead: Error Changed the World #Cuphead Sanguine #art

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spinningwebsandtales · 8 months

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Imagine Mirage Introducing You To The Other Autobots

Mirage X Human FemReader

Rating: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

Requested by Anonymous

Part 1 here

(A/N:) This was a request I had gotten a little bit ago and the requester has asked to remain anonymous. Which I can 100% respect and it shall stay that way. I wanted to get this done while I am on hiatus and after this is posted I will still remain on hiatus as I have so many things to do in time for next month plus several ideas that I need to get done. I have over 50 things in my drafts and a certain story I need to finish as well. My requests will still remain closed and my posting will still be few and far between. My family and I are still taking the loss of our cat we had over 16 years rough so please bear with me. I’m working as fast and much as I can. But anyway I really enjoyed this request and I hope the requester finds it everything they hoped for. Thank you for requesting and considering me worthy enough to do it. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope to see more Mirage requests in the future when I open them back up! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Mirage had been gone for a little while and you never realized how big of a part he had become in your life until he no longer came around. For a couple weeks you would go back to the usual meeting spot only for him to not show up. You would stay for a couple hours hoping that he would show up while keeping yourself busy by sketching the scenery, but you couldn’t wait forever. At first you worried something horrible happened to him, until you started to think that maybe you had made him mad and he no longer wanted to see you. The thought made you a little depressed as you couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing the goofy Autobot ever again. You stopped going for about a month now, as the disappointment at not seeing him was too much to stand anymore. But your heart longed to go once again, just to see if he had started to coming back again. You never realized how much those little moments (and even the stupid heart pounding joy rides) meant to you.

Despite telling yourself that it was stupid, that possibly you were just delusional. That it was all just a dream and that it was a possibility that you were beginning to go crazy. But despite telling yourself these things mentally, you found yourself at the same spot gazing out at the scenery with your sketchbook on your lap. Despite the surrounding noises echoing through the air, you focused on the scratching of your pencil against the paper. Losing yourself in a fantasy that you could hear the rumble of Mirage’s familiar engine mixing in with the noisy bustle of strangers’ lives. Until you swore you heard it again, but this time closer. The movement of your pencil stopped and hit the paper as a mismatched Porsche of different colored and rusty parts skidded around the curve. A welcome honk piercing the air before the Porsche began to transform kicking up dust before revealing the mech you missed so dearly.

“Mirage,” you shouted tossing everything to the ground before racing towards him. He beamed brightly giving you a guilty wave until you clung to him tightly. Despite promising you wouldn’t cry if this day ever came, your emotions betrayed you as tears stung your eyes.

“Miss me,” he teased poking at your wet cheek.

“Shut up,” you growled not really in the mood for his teasing. Maybe you were dreaming or maybe this was just wishful thinking? You didn’t care at the moment nor did you want to think about it too hard. Mirage patiently waited for you to finish your moment of emotional release. You sniffed loudly, wiping at your eyes before stepping away. He still had that smug grin on his face which made you stick out your tongue in defiance.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he snorted. “I missed you too.”

“Stupid mech,” you muttered. “Where were you? Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”

He rubbed the back of his head, the human like gesture not lost on you, as he seemed to move anxiously with guilt on his face.

“It’s a long story,” he replied. “One that I promise to tell you in full later, but there’s something I have to do first.”

“Are you leaving again,” you mumbled as you felt the sorrow of him leaving beginning to drown you.

“Technically yes,” Mirage replied. “But you’re coming with me this time.”

“Really?!”

“Yep,” Mirage grinned. “Got some friends I’d like you to meet. Starting with my best bud! C’mon out Noah!”

You glanced at Mirage in confusion before movement caught your eye. A young man rounded the corner sheepishly waving before he glared up at the mech. He awkwardly walked towards you before offering his hand for you to shake.

“If it wasn’t for Noah here I wouldn’t be standing at all honestly. Despite the terrible paint job.”

“Shut up man,” Noah retorted.

That gave you some explanation on Mirage’s new less sleek look. After a little further explanation from Mirage, you and Noah were sitting inside Mirage’s cab cruising down the highway to a place that Mirage was being a little too secretive about. You scratched at the nylon of the seat belt while you watched the scenery go by.

“Mirage is a bit much ain’t he,” Noah spoke up causing you to jump at the sudden break in the quiet.

“Just a little bit,” you answered, causing the mech to scoff.

“I am a joy and you two know it,” he retorted.

“Hush,” you slapped his dash, “ the grown-ups are talking. Autobots need to keep quiet and watch the road.”

Said Autobot grumbled his displeasure but blessedly remained silent while you and Noah talked. Conversing eased you back into a sense of calm as you couldn’t help but be nervous while Mirage was being vague. When Mirage finally screeched to a halt in front of an abandoned warehouse you really began to get nervous. Why could he possibly want to bring you to such a place? You hadn’t seen him in forever and he brings a new friend and takes you to a place that could easily be seen as a crime scene. You began to wonder if this mech you were with was even Mirage. Which seemed silly how many talking, living, transforming robots were even on Earth let alone this city? That question was answered quickly as vehicles of all makes and colors began to drive out of the warehouse.

“Meet my fellow Autobots,” Mirage gestured. You stood there stiffly watching the vehicles transform just like Mirage. The biggest one that happened to be a semi scared you the most as you felt a tense aura surrounding him.

“This is Optimus Prime, the leader,” Mirage gestured to the bigger mech. “Here is Bumblebee, Arcee, and Wheeljack.”

“Hi,” you spoke timidly the whole group of transformers causing you to panic just a little bit.

“Okay,” Mirage sat down roughly before patting the concrete beside him. “I owe you a huge explanation.”

You plopped down right beside him, “Yes you do.”

Your mind whirled at all the information pouring forth. So far the only thing you could keep straight was something named Unicron had tried to destroy Earth and the Autobots stopped him with another team that transformed into animals and basically Mirage gave up his life. It was only because of Noah that he was here today. The other Autobots put in a few other details they thought Mirage had missed and by the end you were ready to take a nap. It was a lot but the one thing you weren’t confused was the sense of gratitude for Mirage and his fellow Autobots. If it hadn’t been for them, you wouldn’t even had a life to miss Mirage and you were glad that you finally got to meet the rest of them.

“It’s a lot to process,” Arcee spoke.

“It is,” you agreed before standing up. “But one thing that is easy to understand is thank you. Thank you all so much. I had no idea and none of you had to, but you saved our world anyway.”

“It’s the least we can do,” Optimus spoke, “while we live on your planet.”

“Hey,” you laughed, “stay as long as you want to. Sounds like we could use some protectors like you.”

Optimus nodded and Mirage’s optics began to gleam brighter in glee. He scooped you up pressing you against his metal cheek. You chuckled pressing against him in your version of a hug. Despite everything you were so glad that you met Mirage and you were glad he brought you here. You found yourself realizing that you wanted to remain here and get to know the others better. It wouldn’t take long for you to consider the other Autobots a friend as well as Mirage set you down in the middle of all of them. This was your life now and you couldn’t bring yourself to regret one moment of it.

#Mirage X Reader #Mirage / Reader #Transformers Rise Of The Beasts #Transformers Imagine #Mirage Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing #Request

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fictionalsownme · 1 month

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EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS 💞

SKETCH $10 - COLORED $20 - RENDERED $30

Hi everyone! Unfortunately times have gotten very tough the last few weeks, I'm in the process of moving right now and things will be better once that's done but resources are running very thin until we can get there ;v; I'll explain in more detail under the cut for anyone who wants to know or is curious, but I'm not here to trauma dump or guilt trip or anything 💞 I also want to say that I know times are incredibly tough on everyone right now, so if you can't support, please don't feel bad! 💞

I'm gonna keep it super cut and dry so no matter what you want, if it's a sketch it's $10 total, if you'd like it colored it's $20 total, and if you'd like it rendered it's $30 total. Can be fanart, OC, self insert, anything you want! If you want an extra character we'll just take the base price and multiply it by the number of characters :) prices are negotiable, especially if doing multiple characters!! And if you want to support but can't afford $10, just let me know! Any little bit helps, I'd love to do a little doodle for you or something like that :)

Payment is through venmo, kofi, or paypal! Please DM if you're interested, thanks for reading :)

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So yeah to kind of explain what's going on, I moved out of my parents place two years ago, and recently we realized that we just can't afford it anymore, so we're moving back in :) we're actually very excited about it, I have a wonderful relationship with my family and it'll be a great opportunity to save money and set up our futures a little bit!

The problem came up when my dog got sick. She's a nine year old pitbull mix, we've had her for five years now. She is the absolute sweetest girl in the whole world, and we found out this last month that she has heart failure. I won't keep you on the edge of your seat, she is doing much much better now. But it took lots of expensive tests, medications, and even an emergency vet visit at 2am to get her back to this point. You can probably imagine that considering we were already running out of money to the point that we have to move back home, these unexpected expenses have completely crippled us financially. We're very lucky that she's doing better, since there were a lot of treatments she would've benefited from that we just couldn't afford.

Now, all we need to do it make it through the next five weeks paying rent and utilities and groceries and stuff-- and we'll be pretty much home free, including being able to afford more treatments for her. So yeah! Commissions will hopefully help us across that finish line. Thanks again for reading :)

ps, this is my dog. her name is Asia :)))

#kenna draws #kenna talks #commissions #emergency commissions #emergency commisions open #art commissions #fan art commissions #fanart commissions #thanks for reading 💞

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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OP Usopp x Tailor!Reader - In stitches

Summary: You are the Straw Hat's newest member, their official tailor, and as your first order Luffy instructs you to make everyone new outfits for a event he plans to make an appearance at. This is all fine, until it's time for you to take Usopp's measurements.

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive situations

You sighed happily standing in the middle of your brand new workshop. You felt it was incredibly kind of Franky to build you a space to yourself, wanting nothing in return than for you to mend a few of his Hawaiian shirts. Today was your first official day of work, having only joined the crew less than a week ago. As for your first project, your captain asked you to fashion every member a new outfit to attend an upcoming festival, hosted by an island that the ship will be docking at very soon. You were so excited to get to work as you dragged your gaze along all of the bolts of different colors and textures, before darting over to your desk, instantly sparking ideas and needing to sketch them.

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"Thank you for being so patient," you complimented to the ravenette who stood on your modelling pedestal. "I'm still a little nervous to be here."

"It's my pleasure," Robin reassured. "If anything, I should be thanking you, the designs you've come up with are stunning." your cheeks flushed a bit as you took a step back to view the fabric you'd pinned to her, the skirt taking shape with a beautiful royal purple sheen.

"Thank you, ma'am." you beamed, unpinning the fabric, and jotting down the dimensions of her waist. "It's really nice to hear you say that! Everyone here has such a unique sense of fashion, I hope I can do them justice."

"Please, call me Robin," she corrected with a giggle, suppressed by her hand. "And just from looking at these, I can promise you will. You're a very talented young woman." she praised, flipping through the sketch book you'd made all your plans in. "Honestly, I just hope this dress looks as pretty on me as it does in this picture. Hopefully I can do it justice too."

You giggled at her comments, silently wondering if they were all true, or possibly just wishful thinking. "Alright, I think I've got all the measurements I need for the moment. I'll call you back in if I need any more." you excused, checking the wall clock and acknowledging that you still had nine more Straw Hats to measure, all in one day.

"I look forward to it, thank you, (Y/N)." she smiled, waving her hand as she stepped down from the pedestal and went for the door. "I'll send Sanji in."

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You wiped your brow, taking a small break, and sitting at your desk to go over your notes. "Let's see," you thought aloud. "I've already done Robin, Sanji, Nami, Zoro, and Brook." you read their names back to yourself, sifting through their individual files, consisting of measurements, and designs, as well as any notes they had on them. "Now I've got Usopp, Luffy, Chopper, Franky, and Jinbe left." you sighed, already very tired, and only half way done with the easy part.

Just then, you heard a very soft knock on your door, and watched it creak open, revealing the long nosed man you'd come to know as Usopp. "Oh, hello, come in!" you chirped, urging him to enter fully and shut the door behind him. "Give me just one moment!"

Usopp did as you asked, taking in his surroundings and watching you bustle around the shop, picking items up and putting them in different places, straightening up papers on the desk, and finally, gathering a new set of things he didn't recognize, and setting them close to a pedestal in the middle of the room. "Come, stand right here." you smiled warmed, patting the round platform.

You frowned, taking in his appearance, perhaps you should have warned the crew members what they should wear before measuring. Currently, the man before you wore overalls and a thick long sleeved shirt, both of which wouldn't be right for accurate measurements.

"Something wrong?" he asked, cocking a brow as he watching you curiously while you swiveled around on a rolling stool.

"Yes, actually." you confirmed. "I'm sorry, I should have informed you on what to wear, but I can't measure over your clothes."

"Y-You want me to take 'em off?" he asked, a bit embarrassed and unsure.

You blushed a bit at the prospect of what he was most likely imagining. "You don't have to, if you want to come back later, you can go change, and I can measure someone else in the meantime!" you offered with a nervous smile, but he declined.

"Nah, I'll just take 'em off. Its just for a minute, right?" he reasoned, already unhooking the straps of his overalls and tossing them over his shoulder. You couldn't help but fluster. You'd noticed that he'd been seemingly very comfortable with an exposed chest, but he wasn't going to completely strip, right?

When you refocused, you the glow in your cheeks brightened. Usopp was now shirtless, with the front of his overalls hanging down at his waist, a hint of jet curls spilling over his waistline. You had to admit, he was much more toned that you would have thought. "This okay?" he asked, bashfully glancing away. You nodded as a response.

Standing, you pulled your tape measurer from your apron pocket and began comparing it to his body, doing your very best not to stare. Occasionally, you would bend over and jot down a few numbers into a notepad that was beside you. The sniper couldn't help but feel a bit shy as your cold fingers grazed his skin. You were so focused, and the way your brows furrowed when you concentrated had him weak at the knees.

Eventually you finished, taking a step back to review the notes you'd installed beside his design. "Alright, are you comfortable with removing your pants if I turn around?" you asked suddenly. Usopp felt his face burn with embarrassment at the query.

"I thought it was just my shirt you needed off?" he asked timidly, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his exposed neck.

"I want your pants to fit as well as possible. I won't get a good measurement around your overalls, they're too thick." you explained, thinking of the way the material for you planned to use might be uncomfortable if it were too loose. "Or, if you'd like to change into some shorts-" You began to bustle around the shop again, gathering the scraps the you complied to see how his colors contrasted. You cut off as you lifted a bolt of green pleather by the sound of fabric shifting, accompanied by the twinkling of metal fasteners colliding.

Turning back to him, your face caught fire, and you instantly dropped the bolt, covering your eyes with your palms, peaking though the cracks in your fingers. "I-I'm sorry, I was going to let you step out and change." you clarified.

Usopp stood on your pedestal, stripped down to stiped blue and white boxers, his discarded clothing draped over his arm as he stared at you blankly. "It's fine," he shrugged. "You're on a time crunch, right? As long as your not taking pictures or anything, I don't mind." You were astonished by his serenity with being nearly naked in front of someone he'd only known a week. You nodded quickly, simply wanting the moment to end, the humiliation far too much for you.

Sitting on your stool again, you rolled up to him, comparing your tape measure to his legs, silently admiring their definition. Finally, it was time for the inseam, no big deal right? Shakily, you lifted your hand to his groin, straightening the tape to his ankle. You felt him jolt under your touch, hunching slightly to put distance between himself and you hand. "W-Whoa, what are you doing?" he stammered, his cheeks dusting a rosy hue.

"Taking your inseam?" you replied, trying to remain as calm as possible. "It's the seam the runs along the inner side of your pants leg."

"Oh," he realized, reluctantly moving back into position. "A-and that's close to my...?"

"The inseam runs from the crotch to the ankle." you reassured. "Don't worry, Usopp, I'm not trying to put the moves on you." you giggled, feeling him relax a bit under your fingers.

"R-Right, heh." he laughed a bit with you. "Sorry."

"It's okay, it is a little awkward, isn't it?" he nodded with a nervous grin. "Now just be as still as you can, and we'll get this over with, hmm?" With little more said, Usopp straightened himself and allowed you to finish his measurements. "Now, we get to do the fun part." you chirped, rolling over to your desk and grabbing your sketchpad, flipping to his file.

"So, this was what I had in mind, just from pulling examples from your preexisting wardrobe." you began, running through the outfit with him and giving him all the reasons for your choices. "Luffy wants us all to have a sense of uniformity, with a hint of this colorful mafia type of vibe."

Usopp gazed intently at the sketch of himself, noting all the most prevalent features and hues. The idea consisted of a stylish Italian suit, comprised of a snow white sports jacket, an orange silk dress shirt that was left unbuttoned at the top to expose the collarbones, and most worrisome of all, lime green leather pants. "Green pants?" he asked, taking notice of the bolt of material you'd gathered earlier. "I'm not sure green looks too good on me."

Your shoulders slumped a bit. That was your favorite part of his design, but if he disliked it, you'd be happy to change it. "I disagree," you smiled, taking a scrap of the pleather and holding it against his forearm. "It chartreuse, by the way. And I think it contrasts beautifully with your skin tone."

"You think so?" Usopp blushed, never having really considered that aspect when picking his own clothes before.

"That and this aerospace silk is going to really pull the white and the green together." you continued, pulling a bolt or rusty orange form the wall. "Then I was thinking some white wing tipped shoes with the ankle exposed, and some gold chains instead of a tie." He sat for a moment and listened to you ramble, his heart melting a bit at the amount of care you'd put into making him look good. He never really had an eye for fashion, he just threw things together that he liked by themselves.

"Of course," your voice snapped him out of his stupor and his gaze once again continued to follow you around the shop. "It's your decision, if you want anything different, I'll be happy to oblige!"

"No, I like it." he confessed with a small smile. "You really put a lot of thought into it, didn't you?"

You nodded bashfully. "I wanted to makes sure I did well on my first assignment. I hope I can prove my worth to everyone." You lifted the sketchpad from his hands, hugging it closely. "Besides, what kind of tailor would I be if I let my crew go out in designs I didn't even like myself?"

"You don't need to be so nervous," he comforted, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're doing great, and if Luffy wasn't sure you'd be worth bringing on, he would've left you in your village." An air of serenity fell between you both as you smiled bashfully at the floor. "Besides, I think you're doing great."

"Do you really mean that?" you asked with glowing cheeks.

"Yeah," he laughed. "I think everyone does. I was talking to Robin earlier and she was bragging on you pretty hard."

You beamed up at his with glossy eyes, fists held to your chest in excitement. "Really? What did she say?"

Usopp snickered, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. "She said she'd never seen such a pretty dress." You sat for a moment and stewed in the crew's praise, nearly trembling with overwhelming joy.

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About a week later, you sat at your desk, humming softly, your socked foot bouncing happily on the pedal of your new, state of the art sewing machine. Gently, you pushed a slice of very stretchy pink cotton though, attaching it to an identical piece. You smiled brightly at it, envisioning the embroidery you would soon adorn it with, and how adorable it'll look on Chopper's shirt.

"Morning, Bobbin," a masculine voice called, letting himself into your shop unannounced. You rolled your eyes at the stupid nickname.

"Good morning, Usopp." you giggled as he strode over to you, setting a cup of tea down at the corner of your desk, far from spilling rang. "And I still don't think you know that that means."

He laughed you comment off, looking over your shoulder with a smile. "What're you working on?"

"Chopper's outfit." you answered with a grin. "I've got the vest and bow tie done, now I just have to finish the shirt and his slacks."

"Looks good," he complimented, sipping from his own cup. "By the way, what did you need me for?" he asked, referring to your request for him to visit you, last night.

"I need you to try on your outfit so I can make sure it fits properly." you replied, adjusting the settings on your machine. "It's in bag number three on the rack."

Usopp strolled over to it, immediately shedding his casual clothes. He'd gotten used to the feeling of being less than decent around you from all the alterations and measurements he'd had down as of late. He couldn't help but marvel at your craftsmanship as he carefully slipped the silk shirt over his shoulders, before buttoning it down.

Once he was finished, he turned to you, your back still away from him, to ask your opinion. "Should I tuck the shirt, or no?" You glance at him over your shoulder, face heated when you laid eyes on him. You beckoned him over to the modelling pedestal, to which he stepped up. You hummed in thought, taking him in, eyes studying him and noting details.

"How about a half tuck," you suggested, tucking the left side of the shirt loosely into the chartreuse pleather, before smoothing it out. Usopp couldn't help but feel timid at the sensation of you unbuckling his belt and slipping your fingers into the front of his pants, even if it were for a totally legitimate reason. You fastened his belt again, adjusting small things as you saw fit, separating and layering the twinkling gold chains that rested on his chest, and fixing the way his collar rested on it's bone. "I think that looks prefect! What do you think?" You asked, stepping out of the way so he could view himself in the full body mirror that rested against the wall.

Usopp was breathless to say the least. It looked like you'd plucked him right off the page of your sketch pad and magically willed the design into existence. "Oh, one more thing!" you giggled, turning back to your desk, before skipping back over to him, sliding a pair of yellow shades onto his head, acting as a headband for the moment.

"It's perfect," he breathed, still unsure of who else to describe it. "You really did think of everything. I don't think I've every looks so good."

You beamed at his praise, overjoyed tears welling up at his appreciation. "I don't think that's true." you cooed warmly.

"Huh?" your comment took him by surprise and he cocked his head to the side, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Before I came up with all the designs, I took a few days to study the way everyone typically dressed, and took inspiration from that." You explained with a bashful titter. "I think out of everyone's, your style stood out to me the most."

"Why's that?" he asked, blinking, confused.

"You have a habit wearing what you want without restraint. You don't seem to care about clashing colors or patterns. The laws of fashion don't apply to you."

Usopp pouted, crossing his arms. "Are you making fun of me?"

You stifled a laugh and shook your head. "I'm saying I admire you." He visibly stiffened form your compliment, before relaxing with a soft expression. "Those are the types of clothes I like making, ones that don't follow any certain rhyme or reason. Unique ones that just look good for the sake of looking good." You glanced up at him suddenly, starling him a bit, waiting for his reply.

Unfortunately, he was drawing a blank. "Well, I'm glad I could, uh be an inspiration to you?" he tried, not entirely knowing how to respond. "And for what it's worth, your designs are so much cooler than anything I could ever come up with. They reflect your personality a lot."

"How so?"

"Because they may be a little bit out there, but I really like them a lot." he grinned, preparing to laugh at his own joke. Blood rushed at your face as your smile fell into shy surprise. Did Usopp just say he liked you?

"Y-You like me? But why?"

"Because you leave me in stitches."

#usopp x reader #one piece usopp #god usopp #usopp #op #straw hats #straw hat usopp #usopp x you #usopp x y/n #usopp fluff

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drawloverlala · 11 months

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June status update

Hello! Ah we already are on June! hey, Happy pride month everyone!! 😊✨

And well Just wanted to write my usual status update and add a bit more of what’s to come for my commissions! as well as some update about the status of Brotherhood twist comic along the way ^_^

My commissions are still currently closed, I still don’t have a new opening date either, as I’m still working on the batch I got from April but I’m almost done with it! there’s only 2 commissions left to finish, one without background and one with background. And I’ll be possibly finishing the one without background this upcoming week.

after I’m done with these I’ll be taking a break but I’m thinking on opening commissions again after that, and with that said, I’ll be increasing my prices!

The new prices are:

full character render= (half body) 80 USD / (full body)100 USD

A background = (simple)5 USD / (partial)80 USD / (fully rendered)250 USD

And well with this I’m wondering if the amount of requests will be less next time, I’ve talked before that I’ve been trying to regulate that a bit and this was an option to do that as well.

I also I feel like needed to regulate it again anyways, I mean, I was asked to draw a half body commission a while ago, and it made me realize that I can’t have the same price of a full body commission for that, so I thought I had to do some adjustment to my prices in general 😅, it has been a while since I last changed them after all.

And well besides of raising my prices in general, I also want to announce new listings for the future! Right now these are closed as well, but I’ll make sure to announce when I’ll be opening them!

🌸 Comic pages commissions!

I’ve already been working for a while doing these with an independent creator, but also I want to try taking these more regularly to create more experience in this field and to add newer content to my portfolio that I can show 😆

the process would be the same as with the illustration commissions, just that along with reference I’ll also require a sort of script, or at least a description of each panel. here’s the commission info page for this listing as well as examples:

Comic pages commission info page.

But here are the current prices as well! may or not change later, but here they are as of today:

Comic page (pencils): 40 USD

Comic page (pencils and inks): 90 USD

Comic page (pencils, inks and colors):130 USD

🌸 Chibis and Sketch pages!

I want to take these on Ko-fi, Their prices will be 20 USD and 40 USD respectively, I haven’t yet published these listings on my Ko-fi page, but here’s some examples of what I have in mind with these:

so... yeah, that’s about it for commission talk so far! then again, the comic commission prices may change, the new listings are still not open but I wanted to announce them, And currently still working on the batch I got from April but I’m almost done with it, and after I’m done with that, I’ll take a break dunno how long but not too long and after that I’ll be announcing when I open commissions again with the new prices!

Here I updated my carrd with the current commission prices as well!

https://drawloverlala.carrd.co/#comissioninfo

If you want to see all my prices in detail I made this too.

The * in this, is that I need to explain XD, I’m currently working on projects where I take these kind of commissions, so they are not technically closed, but I’m not currently accepting them outside of these projects, so they aren’t really open either. hope that’s not too confusing XD

🌸 Now about Brotherhood’s Twist fan comic!

ah so far, I FINISHED SKETCHING THE WHOLE COMIC! i mean like all pages are currently sketched! there’s still no dialogue set for some of them, I’ve been adding some drafts of dialogue, I also started inking some of the new pages! I can see now an end to this comic! so yeah, here’s the state of the comic:

New unpublished pages done: 8 (pages 64 to 69)

New sketched pages:16 ( pages 70 to 86)

New inked pages: 5 to 6 ( pages 70 to 74 and half of page 75)

Here’s a peek of some pages out of order!

And that’s all for now! Thank you very much for reading and well I hope you have great week!

#my ramblings

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week 2

expanding on previous concepts and creating new mood baords for new concept (mouse POV) + dino refrences

story boarding these concepts + story baording 360 scene

had not story boarded before, great opertunity to also practice writing, perspective and enviroments

I used this video to understand story boarding better. I chose it because its someone with experience and its a movie i care about a lot, i think it builds suspense really well https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPrkxj2MyZI

the story boards werent very detailed in these videos because thier team already has a story and a setting they are going with so they know what the characters look like and where they are but they just need to know who does what when. We dont have that yet, i want it to be clear what the enviroment looks like, what the lighting should be like and what the general mood should be so while still applying story boarding methods i will add more detail.

I dont get to work with camera movement much as the player will be positioned in one spot but i can mess with perspective

mouse POV:

prey POV

+ concept art Prey POV & thalasophobia

With the last render i did with the wounded herbivore i felt like i really didnt do a good job of conveying the mood with that drawing. so i decided that to try and set a mood better it migth help if i dont work with color first to make it less confusing and cluttered for now. I remebered a group project from a while ago where one of the artists sketched the scene first in gray scale. a big inspiration of mine is RJ Palmer so i trurned to his artstation for some inspiration and looked for a couple of gray scale tutorials as i have never done this before. i do render my art sometimes but usually not with backgrounds and generally with colours immediately.

(the last render i have done. It works for what i was trying to do but its low on contrast, a bit bland and definitely not what I need for what i want to achieve now)

Grey scale paintings work great to show the lighting conditions. So to make sure the client and my team understood my concepts i set out to create grey scale paintings of posible scenes in the experiece.

i found these vidoes helpful when trying to undertand what i should be looking for (ussualy, depends per piece ofcouse ): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8rL_0Fl06U dont have it be to cluttered, have the values from the fore ground and background differ (breaking this rule for the thalasaphobia, just a little bit)

that video is great but i didnt want to start my process how she did, its too harsh for what i was going for, i migth aswell just make a rough sketch instead. So i looked for another method and found one more to my liking https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bN2BggfFTgk

he starts with a sketch and builds the mid tone first and then throws the shadow ont there and sculps forms out of those base shapes.

As mentioned, this is my first time painting like this. i started with the shark as water disperses light in a way that is a lit softer and i thought it would make for a good starting point to get a bit more confident. I felt it was lacking some movement so i added fish that could add a nice shimmer. I used refrences for anatomy and proportions for the animals from google images, readablitly, aireal perspective (values based on distance, thing sget lightter the further they are from the camera)

then i started on the carnotaurus and how it could look as it aproaches you with the look of a hungy lion. i was excited to try some harsher lighing and a background. i did the first sketch with hardely any refrences and realised he looked far too much like a T.rex when carnotaurus have far slimmer heads.

after finding a couple of skull refences i rebuilt the head and adjusted some more proportions. which was better but it was still lacking mood and atmosphere so i looked back at RJ Palmers work and looked at some grey scale painting tutorials from people that create art i find apealing and that have experience. You might also notice that im using high contrast lighting on the animal aswell as the other objects, breaking the readability rule a little bit. I did this because i was reminded of tigers and how they camouflage and i thought that would look really cool, i still made sure he stood out from the background ofcourse.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8rL_0Fl06U https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bN2BggfFTgk

Though its not done it was great practice. I will finish it in my free time later as i have to move on and do other work and its sufficient as concept art that conveys the lighting and mood i was going for for now.

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dude-why-3 · 4 months

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Who painted the sky?

Chapter 12: First Last Day

They’ve been writing the kids’ names on participation diplomas for what feels like forever now, Marie’s playlist put on shuffle. Annie’s slowly getting sick of the colorful pieces of paper, but the hosts insisted on doing this by hand since it would hold more meaning. And if that wasn’t enough, the volunteers had to write something nice about each camper.

While the others were doing a great job at finding the right words for each of them and writing a tiny paragraph on each diploma, Annie was struggling to even associate their names with their faces. Even Connie and Sasha seemed to be better at this than her, filling the back of the diplomas with compliments and drawings and snickering at what sounded like inside jokes.

Annie sighs and looks back at her paper, at the same two sentences that have been sitting there for the past hour.

It was lovely meeting and working with you. Good work!

Her pile of unwritten diplomas seems to be getting thicker by the second.

She peeks over her shoulder, peering over at Armin’s paper. He’s reached the bottom of his pile, working on complimenting Judy’s creativity. Annie tilts her head, squinting her eyes as she reads over his writing. Hers suddenly feels a lot sillier than a few seconds ago. She unknowingly leans towards him, attempting to have a better look at his praise. Her shoulder bumps against his.

Armin looks up at her quizzically, his glasses slightly sliding down. Annie’s face catches fire when she realizes she’s been caught staring.

Armin sketches a smile. “What?”

“How do you do that?”

He tilts his head to the side. “That?”

Annie gestures towards the paper. “That.”

He furrows his brows as he looks down at his own writing. “Writing about the kids?” He looks back at her, tilting his head briefly.

Annie nods.

Armin looks back at his paper. “I’m not sure. I’m just jotting down all the nice things I can think of. Like a review of the week, I guess,” he shrugs.

Annie hums lightly and returns to her own paper. She wrecks her mind for something nice she could say about Jake, something he stood out for– but in truth, she could barely tell who Jake even is. Annie furrowed her brows, trying her best to remember, but nothing came to mind. With how hectic things have been and how disconnected she's been from camp these past few days, Annie can barely put a name to each kid's face. She groans in frustration, running a hand through her hair.

"Need help with that?" Armin asks. He's finished his last diploma and put them all in a neat pile. He's now drumming his pen against the table, looking at Annie with a shit-eating smile.

Around them, Sasha and Connie high-five, putting all their twelve diplomas in a pile. Hitch and Reiner finished theirs a long ten minutes ago and are nowhere to be seen. Even Pieck and Jean seem to be making progress, their pile growing smaller.

Annie grips the pen tighter and places it against the paper again. But once again, no words come. Ink starts pooling on the paper, and she eventually lifts the pen and abandons it next to the paper.

She turns to Armin. "Are you done with yours?"

He gestures towards his pile. As if she hadn't seen it already, neatly arranged on the side.

He peers over at hers and hums lightly. "You could mention that he kinda saved us with that team name," he suggests. "And that, despite being shy at first, he managed to get out of his comfort zone and interact with the others."

Annie tilts her head. "He's the boy who suggested the Duck Team as a name?"

“The one and only,” he nods.

Annie hums lightly, glancing at the few words she’s managed to put down. Biting her lip, tapping the pen against the table, she wrecks her brain for the right words. She hesitates, stopping her hand only millimeters away from the paper, afraid her phrasing would be faulty. Peeking a glance at her colleague, Annie finds Armin with his arms folded over the table, head resting on top of them and tilted towards him. Smiling kindly at her, he nods towards the paper. And her words finally take a decent shape.

She touches the paper with the pen again and, surprisingly, the words flow easily this time. Slowly, but surely, she has a whole paragraph written on the wrinkled paper, praising the boy for his creativity, congratulating him on overcoming his initial shyness. She doesn’t use big words, but she’s rather proud of the little paragraph she manages to put down. Lifting her pen, Annie reads over her diploma, deeming it good enough, and sets it aside next to the pile of unwritten papers before picking another one.

“Twenty minutes left!” Marie announces.

Annie’s head snaps up. She squints her eyes at the clock hung behind the host, only now noticing that lunch is in half an hour. She presses her lips together, her brows drawing in a frown. She looks back at her pile, which suddenly looks impossibly tall. It stares back at her mockingly, waiting to be filled yet sure it would be impossible. She could just write the same two sentences on every one of them– thank you for coming to camp, great work. It might feel impossible, and the kids might be disappointed, especially if they compared the diplomas written by her with Armin's, but it was the most she could do. She sighs and picks another paper, cursing herself for not paying more mind to the children’s names.

“I can give you a hand with those, you know? I finished mine.”

Annie wipes her head and finds Armin’s face right next to hers, inches apart, their breaths mixing together. She can feel the smell of his cologne, see the fingerprints on the glass of his spectacles. She frowns at how dirty they are.

“Do you ever wash these things?”

“Huh?” He draws back and tilts his head to the side.

“Your glasses. I can barely see your eyes through them.”

Armin turns red in an instant, his brows arching up. He hurries to take his glasses off, squinting at the glass as if he only now notices how dirty they really are. Annie snorts and buries her face in her folded arms to muffle her laugh. Armin hurriedly wipes the glasses with his shirt, raising them up to check them, then wipes them again. He eventually puts them back on and turns to Annie.

“Is this any better?”

Annie raises her head and, certainly enough, she can see his wide eyes clearly, staring back at her. She smiles shortly, feels her ears warming up.

“Yeah.” Armin starts smiling. “Yeah, so much better.”

He grins widely, his eyes lighting up, making Annie’s chest warm and her heart skip a beat. Her face suddenly feels hot.

She frowns at him. “Well, will you give me a hand or not? Time’s thinning.”

He snickers lightly, and grabs half of her pile. He takes his pen off the table and starts writing again. Annie does the same. When she gets stuck, she asks, and Armin helps her figure out who is who, taps her on the shoulder when the phrasing is faulty. They manage to get them all down before the time goes off, and hand them over to Marie on their way out.

“The ceremony went well,” says Annie into the phone.

She's standing outside, next to the Big House, leaning against one of its walls. The night is rather calm, the sky clear save for a couple of clouds, the half moon shining brightly through them, the stars crowding the sky. Annie tightens her hoodie around her, feeling the cold starting to seep in.

She's been outside for close to ten minutes now, talking to her father on the phone. He told her that he was released from the hospital in the morning. Judging by how talkative he's been, telling her all about the hospital as if it were but a voyage, and describing this new cookie recipe his neighbor recommended, going into great detail about the temperature of the butter, Annie could tell he's doing good, which put her heart at ease.

“Did they like the diplomas after all?” her father asks, his voice rather cheerful.

Annie smiles to herself and nods. “Yeah, they did,” she says after a second, realizing he can’t see her. The kids’ reaction was still fresh in her memory, bringing a smile to her lips every time she replayed it. Their big eyes and their smiles were so precious, so genuine, she’ll probably have them imprinted in her mind for a long time. “They loved the shirts, too.”

The shirts were a detail that even the volunteers didn’t know about until the hosts brought them out. After they were done giving away diplomas, Marie placed a big white box in the middle of the room and, when Hannah and her opened it, everyone gasped, and, after a second, the kids cheered. It took Annie a good minute to see what they were staring at– many, many white shirts with the camp’s logo printed in purple on the front. And they were all for the kids, according to Marie, who regarded them with a big smile. They were a little souvenir from camp, so they would remember this week. Marie even held a little speech, telling them all how fun the week has been and how glad they were that they got to meet everybody. On behalf of the whole team, Marie thanked the children for joining the camp and embarking on this adventure with them, and thanked the adult coordinators of their homegroups for all the trust. It has been a truly wonderful week.

As soon as Marie was done with her speech, and after officially bidding farewell to the little ones, Annie found a little exit and left the building, needing to hear her father’s voice and make sure he’s alright– she already felt guilty for not being there, and not calling as often as she should have these past few days, for she’s been swapped with work, but, as soon as she heard his voice, she calmed down, allowed herself to let a sigh of relief out.

He’s okay. He’s better. She couldn’t have asked for more.

Annie slides down the wall, sitting soundfully on the ground, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arm around them.

“I’m glad to hear that,” her father says, and she can almost see the tug of his lips– not a smile, no, he barely ever smiled, but a tug of his lips. “Are you having fun, Annie?” he suddenly asks, taking her back for a second.

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Annie parts her lips for a mere second, but no word comes out– what kind of a question was that? Are you having fun? Of course she’s having fun, she’s at a summer camp, she’s supposed to have fun. She has people her age surrounding her, she has people to share her joys with, to laugh with, she has nice caring housemates that have done nothing but been respectful, and kept the place clean. There are nice adults taking care of the more adulty parts so it’s not all too much and too hard for them volunteers. She has a caring roommate. The boy next door has shown her nothing but kindness. And has turned her world upside down in a matter of weeks.

She should be having fun.

When she doesn’t think too much, she is having fun.

But then the night comes and she’s left alone with her thoughts and her nightmares and the guilt and embarrassment eat her alive both while awake and asleep and–

Someone calls her name. Annie’s head snaps up, only to find Pieck standing right in front of her, a somewhat bored expression on her face. She’s changed out of her usual skirt, instead wearing a flowery dress in shades of brown and white, the obnoxious orange shirt thrown over it, her hair let down. Annie quietly asks her what she wants, gesturing towards her phone to indicate that she’s busy.

Pieck nods lazily. She bends forwards as if to make herself heard, hands behind her back, and whispers, “The kids want to take pictures with you.”

Annie considers it for a moment, staring at her colleague through her eyelashes. Pieck remains unmoved, staring right back at her, waiting for an answer. Eventually, Annie sighs and raises to her feet.

“I’ve been summoned,” she says into the phone.

She hears her father’s hoarse, jerky laugh on the other side of the phone, and it soon turns into coughs– those cigarettes haven’t been doing him good. Annie clenches her fist, feeling her nails dig into the flesh of her palm.

“I wouldn’t want to hold you back, then,” he says, amused.

They bid farewell in a rush. Annie drops her phone in her pocket, and follows Pieck inside.

As soon as they walk through the door, the Duck Team comes running towards Annie, Armin trailing shortly behind them. It takes Annie aback, when three of the children crash into her, wrapping their arms around her tightly. A boy with dark blonde hair, a little girl with braids, and another with a big, pink, bow keeping her curls together, all of them wearing their new shirts.

Annie looks up at Pieck, only to catch her walking away with a big smile on her face, being received by her own kids. When she is hugged by a little girl with hair so long it almost reaches the ground, Pieck wraps her arms around her kindly, and lifts her up, spinning her around shortly; the little girl’s laugh echoes through the room, and Pieack’s smile shines brightly.

Looking back at the children around herself, Annie hesitantly puts her arms around their shoulders, daring to hold them closer.

“We’ll miss you, miss Annie,” the girl with the bow cries, and the others whine in agreement.

The rest of the group slowly approach Annie too, and in no time she’s being hugged by nine children, all of them equally whiny. She tries to put her arms around all of them. She looks up at Armin with wide eyes, as if asking for his help, only to find him standing to the side, a slight smile on his face, and– are those tears in his eyes?

Her eyes widen slightly at the sight. You’re crying, too? she mouths. The boy brings his hands up and hurries to wipe his tears away, trying to laugh it off. But it’s too late, she’s already seen it. Annie shakes her head briefly, patting one of the kids’ heads

Armin takes a deep breath in, smiles slightly, and joins their group hug, being welcomed with open arms by the kids.

"We'll miss you too, guys," he tells them. The girl with braided hair hiccups.

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"We've had such a blast working with you all," Annie says, feeling a lump starting to form in her throat. "You've been great."

The girl starts fully crying, wailing, bursting her eyes out, and Annie grimaces almost unnoticeablly– there's going to be snot on her clothes.

"And maybe we'll meet again," Armin says, a hopeful note in his voice. "We might be here again next year," he adds, stealing a glance at Annie as he says it, as if checking for a reaction.

The girl narrows her eyes at him and slightly shakes her head. He might be here again. Not her. She has no plans of coming back. She’ll probably be busy with uni, and her father, and hopefully actual work, a job that pays.

She had no plans being here this year either. The Universe just plotted against her, through her father. And Hitch.

Armin clicks his tongue at her, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if telling her to at least act like it for a short while, for the kids. Annie rolls her eyes at him, then returns her attention to the little ones. She doesn't want to lie to them, but she also wants them to stop crying already.

So she swallows her pride, and she tells them that they never know what might happen in the future, and, while it's normal to be sad that it ended, they should also just cherish those memories and keep them dear to their hearts, and look forward to whatever the future holds. It seems to calm them down. It makes her wonder since when she can lie this well.

Hitch interrupts their little moment then, calling their names, waving the camera around. She's taken pictures of all the groups with their mentors, and they're the only ones left, and she hates waiting.

The kids hurry to wipe their eyes and noses– and Annie's absolutely thrilled to see that there is, in fact, snot on her hoodie– and run excitedly towards Hitch.

The children assemble nicely, on two rows, the shorter ones sitting on the floor in front of the taller ones, big smiles on their faces, Annie and Armin standing behind them all. Thankfully, the snot on Annie’s hoodie is not noticeable, as one of the boys stands right in front of her.

Hitch looks through the lens, pursues her lips as if whatever she’s seeing is not good enough for her liking, and ushers them to get closer, for they don’t fit into the frame. The children scoot closer together then. Armin takes a step closer to Annie, his shoulder touching hers.

And then, out of nowhere, in the spur of the moment, he puts his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer. Annie’s eyes widen slightly, feeling the blood rush into her cheeks. She looks up at him, and he smiles sweetly at her, the tips of his ears maroon. An idea comes to Annie that instant and, without giving it a second thought, she steps even closer to him and puts her arm around his waist.

Armin flinches at the sudden touch. He looks down at Annie with wide eyes, his blush deepening, but he soon relaxes under her touch, and flashes her a short-lived smile. Annie dares to keep her arm there then, smiling to herself for managing to draw that reaction out of him, that visible frustration, that he’s been eliciting in her for so long.

She turns towards Hitch, giving her best smile for the picture.

Hitch’s eyes gleam, their little exchange might have been a lot less sneaky than they had thought. But she doesn’t say anything, fumbling with the camera for a few seconds, struggling with the buttons. She eventually pushes the right one, which just so happened to be the biggest one, and takes the picture.

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The music is so loud, Annie wonders how long it would take to drive her deaf, but she promised the kids that she’d stay for the party, at least on their last day here. So there she is, awkwardly standing to the side with a half empty plastic cup of orange juice, watching the kids and her colleagues dance and swing their bodies around, all laughs and giggles, colorful lights flashing and blinking around.

Annie takes a sip of her beverage, and immediately grimaces– it must be the most artificial thing she’s ever drunk. She should have gone with the lemonade, at least she knew that was fresh– she saw Sasha squeeze the lemons earlier in the day– but she’s pretty sure the lemonade jug has emptied by now, everyone rushed to fill their cup.

“Annie!” Hitch calls, approaching her. She’s wearing her orange camp shirt, like all of them are, tucked in a brown skirt, and she has her hair curled softly, the sparkles on her eyelids shining in the ever-changing light. She looks absolutely stunning. “Come dance with us!”

Annie uncomfortably switches her weight from one leg to the other. “Maybe later,” she says.

Hitch crosses her arms against her chest. “Why, you don’t like dancing?”

Annie’s eyes switch to the group in the middle of the room. They’re all carefreely dancing around, swaying their arms in the air, looking like they’re having the time of their lives. Even the little ones have joined them in their strange practices. But however easy and fun they might be making it, their steps look so complicated, Annie doubts she could ever replicate them. She’s been studying them closely for close to twenty minutes, she thinks, if not more, and still couldn’t figure out what exactly they were doing with their legs, for it all looked so chaotic yet so organized.

Little does she know, she’s also been studied, Armin’s big blue eyes darting towards her constantly, until he drove Hitch off and she decided to bring her roommate on the dancefloor herself.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Annie tells Hitch, looking back at her. Her roommate arches an eyebrow. The blonde finally abandons the juice on the ravaged table next to her. “I just… don’t really know how to dance,” she admits, switching her weight again.

Hitch breaks into a smile. “That’s your issue?” she laughs.

Annie narrows her eyes at her, wondering what it is that she finds so funny.

“No one knows what we’re doing, Annie! We’re just moving around and having fun!” Hitch grabs Annie by both hands and, before the girl can protest, drags her onto the dance floor. “Come on, join us!”

Annie soon finds herself awkwardly standing in between her colleagues and friends as they dance on, studying their moves. She finds Sasha’s are relatively simple, the girl just stepping back and forth, then two times left, back and forth, then two times right.

She tries imitating her, stepping back, and forth, and then to the left–

And she bumps into someone else.

Her shoulder bumps into his back, and she hears his surprised yelp. Annie turns around to find Armin looking at her equally as surprised as she feels.

“Sorry, I have no idea what I’m doing,” she says, feeling her ears start to warm up.

“Me neither!” Armin laughs.

He keeps stepping back and forth, literally just back and forth, his steps somehow jumpy, his arms swaying around slightly, looking like he’s having the fun of his life.

Annie narrows her eyes at him. “How do you do that?” she asks, starting to slowly step back and forth too, as if testing whether it works or not.

“I’m just walking funny,” Armin tells her, then laughs quietly.

He resumes to his silly dance, a big smile plastered on his lips. His eyes follow Annie as she does the same thing, stepping around slowly, her eyes cast to their feet as if making sure she’s following his steps right.

“You got it!”

Annie’s brows draw together and she raises her eyes, looking at him a bit out of it. “I did?”

“Yes!”

Armin grabs one of her hands, taking her by surprise, her eyes widening. Smiling widely, Armin spins her around. Annie stops herself mid-yelp, her eyes wide. Armin catches her in his arms, one hand on her waist, the other still holding hers. She looks up at him with wide eyes, her heart racing in her chest. Her face warms up at the sight of his shit-eating smile, and his big blue eyes on her, pouring into hers, as if unknotting the very secret of the universe, and their faces are so close, and–

“The buses are here!”

Annie and Armin both halt upright at the sound of Marie’s voice.

The music is turned off, the big light turned on. The children collectively sigh, but don’t protest any further. Some pick confetti off the floor and stuff their pockets. Some take one last cookie off the snack bar– and Annie pretends to not see their little theft.

From the corner of her eye, Annie catches a glimpse of Marie and Hannah, latter, shorter, leaning against the blonde host, Marie’s arm wrapped around her shoulders. Hannah's eyes look watery, and she hides her face in her colleague's shoulder. Marie brings a hand to her hair, dipping her head and placing a subtle kiss on the crown of her head. If she didn’t know any better, Annie would say there are tears behind Marie’s round glasses, too.

But her observation is interrupted by a tiny voice calling her name, and when she turns she finds little Jake tugging at her sleeve, his eyes big and glassy. She smiles shortly at him, finds it in herself to pat his head.

“Thank you, miss,” the boy says, his voice still so small, Annie has to strain to hear him. “I had so much fun this week, you made camp fun!” And then he skitters away, joining his friends.

Annie is left speechless for a bit, watching as the boy disappears out the door with wide eyes. The lump in her throat reappears, only tighter this time, and she finds herself blinking rapidly. Since when did she start caring so much about these– these passing strangers?

A hand comes down on her shoulder, startling her. Her head snaps out, and she finds Reiner standing next to her, his eyes as wide as hers, a little tear in the corner of his left eye. He smiles brightly at her, caressing her shoulder slightly, as if to let her know that he feels it too, the longing settling in, the feeling of emptiness in anticipation to the group not being there anymore. She presses her lips together, the corner of her lip curling up slightly. She tries to find the words to say something, but she fails miserably. What’s there left to say?

Hitch beckons them to come outside and bid the kids goodbye, and stop being such sentimental widows. But Annie sees the little tears in the corners of her eyes, too.

Three big, white buses are waiting in the front yard, ready to take the kids back home. The little ones climb in one after the other, and take their assigned seats in the buses.

Watching them prepare to leave, Annie feels the lump in her throat grow bigger, tighter. Armin pushes his glasses up his nose, a genuine smile resting on his lips as he watches them. Next to her, Sasha wipes her eyes, and Connie blows his nose, and Jean pats their shoulders. Hitch has a big smile plastered on her lips, and she’s waving excitedly at the children, her smile widening by the second. Reiner buries his hands deep into his pockets, a big grin spreading on his face. Pieck sleepily leans against his side, arms crossed across her chest.

And then the buses start moving.

The volunteers all wave to the kids, smiles plastered on their faces, and the children wave back, some of them sticking their faces to the glass.

Suddenly, Connie starts running behind the buses, waving his arms around chaotically.

“Connie!” Marie exasperatedly calls behind him.

But he keeps running as if his life depended on it, waving his arms, shouting farewell after farewell, his slippers hitting the wet pebbles with dangerous sounds, as if they could slip off any time.

The kids giggle through the glass, and keep waving.

Then, Connie trips on something, and his slipper goes flying. The boy falls face-first on the ground, his slipper landing on top of his head. Annie squeezes her eyes, somehow pained by his antics, yet not surprised, trying not to laugh at them.

Marie’s exasperated sigh is followed by Hannah’s light giggle, and then two sets of steps are heard walking away, their voices fading as they get further away from the group.

When Sasha starts frantically laughing, the boy rolls over and flips her.

And the buses fade into the dark behind him, marking the end of their first official week.

#aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart #armin x annie #aruani fic #who painted the sky?

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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May I request an Artist S/O with the twins and your choice?

So like, I imagine before they met, the S/O was on a train and started sketching the twins or the S/O was hired to draw something for the gear station or something.

For who ever you choose as well something similar like Piers? Hired as an artist to draw a poster for a concert of his

Guzma? Graffiti artist. It’s all I really need to say lol /hj

The imagination is wild!

- holding twins anon

Of course! Anything for you.

🔲Ingo🔲

- you were hired to draw the subway itself during a busy day.

- It was suppose to be for a commercial documentary type on the history of the Gear station.

- And the subway bosses were happy to allow this.

- But you were so caught up on drawing the station of a busy day that you didn’t notice that the subway boss who was in your frame a second ago was gone, you had already finished drawing him into the art piece.

- But he was behind you, staring in awe at your abilities.

- He was entranced by the beauty and detail you put into your work.

- He didn’t mean to scare you!

- “My deepest apologies! I didn’t mean to startle you, I was just in awe of your artistic abilities!”

- You forgave him but asked he make himself known before doing that, you don’t want to accidentally place a line in the work.

- He was so flustered but agreed.

- Ingo began to spend more time around you after that.

- He just loves watching you work. (He would absolutely watch videos of people real time drawing cause it’s relaxing to him.)

- You most likely get asked out once your job is done.

- Ingo has truly enjoyed your time and company and would like to keep doing it!

- Never asks you to draw anything for him.

- But you draw him cuddling the house pet Litwick he will cry and that will be his pride and joy.

- Pictures go on the fridge or in a picture frame.

🔳Emmet🔳

- it was a low and slow day at the station. So while finishing up safety checks on the subway he decided to take a bit of a break and sat down.

- He did so across from you.

- There is about three other people in this particular cart so he allowed himself to relax a bit.

- Taking his hat off and revealing a little jolkit in his cap.

- Emmet saw you had been sketching things your ride but when he looks over he sees it’s him

- Sure the main focus was the baby spider in his hat but your skills are amazing!

- He just watches you do so, completely in awe.

- The details you put into it are amazing and his jolkit looks even cuter in your drawing!

- Before you got off the train he ran up to you and just starts gushing about your artwork.

- He will leave your face flushed by the end of it.

- And he ends up giving you his number!

- Also if you could print that-

- “Verrry pretty! I like it! I like it a lot! So cute!”

- Emmet is so smitten by you and your work.

- He tried asking you out via art, but he fails miserably and just says ‘we should date! I like you!’

- All artwork gets the highest jolkit and galvantula honor!

- The babies approve and so does he!

- Will fist fight someone if the bash your work.

- He is approaching.

🎸Piers🎸

- hires you for his concert poster cause he probably saw your work online and was impressed.

- He also hates snooty people so a up and coming artist is his go to.

- And damn was he impressed!

- The concert posters turned out amazing.

- The lighting, the shading, the vibrant colors! You got it all perfectly!

- He pays you handsomely for your work.

- And keeps praising it.

- He won’t stop.

- In the week of you working for him, Marnie asks you out for him in front of him.

- Piers was dying when she did that, his face bright red, but you agreed to and he damn near fainted.

- Constantly talks about you.

- “Who made your concert posters they are amazing!”

- “That would be my equally amazing partner, they drew that up and I was so impressed and down bad.”

- You probably get a bunch of messages from big companies all through out Galar cause of his bragging.

- We love him.

- Piers has the first poster you made hanging up on his bedroom wall in a picture frame, it’s never leaving.

💀Guzma💀

- He started seeing really well done graffiti art close to Po town.

- The bright vibrant colors of the spray paint but also the detailed art work that popped on the wall.

- He was intrigued.

- He caught you by complete accident.

- You were just spray painting another brightly colored piece when he, a hood distance away, scared his GolisopodX who knocked him back and sent him flying towards you.

- You jump, confused and conceded for the dazed man now knocked through a shrub.

- “Nice work.”

- “Umm thank you? Do you need help? Are you okay?”

- You weren’t anything like he expected.

- And he loves it.

- You two bond over this, he just spray paints the team skull logo and some dumb things, while yours look like they belong in a museum of sorts.

- Gets pouty that your version of his logo is better than his.

- Guzma’s a baby but hush.

- Sometimes makes requests if you wanna hear them.

- “Guzma I’m not drawing something so crude on Nani’s station.”

- “Oh come on! It’ll be funny.”

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon guzma #pokemon guzma x reader #pokemon piers #pokemon piers x reader

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fireflies-from-the-mind · 7 months

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I doodled these pumpkin girls a few weeks ago and while coloring them I’ve decided they’re a pop group called Jackie and the Lanterns

Just some haunted pumpkin girlies to kick off October. Feel free to draw them if you want (with credit obviously), I feel like they’d make a really fun dtiys for spooky season

And for your viewing pleasure, the original sketch using my shitty dollar store markers (because I’m bad at convincing myself that I deserve to use nice things) as well as the colored pumpkins with the paper texture and no background.

This started out as a silly doodle and became a bit of a texture experiment. When I started to color it on my iPad I decided I needed to shade with dots, which I haven’t really done much of before. Let me know if you have any tips for next time, I ended up making my own brush situation for them because I’m silly

And while I’ve got you here, Idk if I’ll do Inktober or anything adjacent this year, I’ve had mad burnout that I’m still struggling with, I can’t decide if Inktober would help me feel creative again or if it would make things worse.

I might try it out, don’t get your hopes up though, I make you no promises

Maybe I’ll post older Inktober stuff on here, since my tumblr is really sparse anyway

ps apologies for the alt text, I hope it’s helpful, I’m still figuring out how to use that in the most helpful way so any feedback would be appreciated :)

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halfaleagueonward · 2 years

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Spent today drawing some Moon Knight art! Thought it'd be fun to walk through the process!

I started with a thumbnail I did in my sketchbook a few weeks ago. I did a page of six smaller thumbnails, then a larger take of my two faves, and this is the one that stuck! I redrew it from scratch on my actual paper, then masked off the edges so I'd have a nice clean picture.

The most important step one to working with oil pastels is to lay down the base colors for any scratch board technique you're gonna wanna do at the end! You can see the faint color of the transparent pastel I layered down absolutely everywhere I thought I might want to be able see white underneath- practically the whole paper on this one, with the stars I was planning! Then I put the bright colors over top that. If you put the color directly onto the paper, that's all that will ever show through!

I like working with bright colors in all mediums, but in oil pastel I like them underneath darker colors for richness and color variety-its also cool when they show through in scratch board, though with transparent underneath I largely planned for this to be more subtle

Kept the green only on Marc's side to subtly visually separate him from Khonshu

Filling in colors! I decided to change the stroke direction of the sky and ground to separate them more

Went over the entire sky with purple and blue, and filled in the ground with a tan. This begins to mute and mix the different colors, and creates a solid layer I can smudge to get rid of any clunky white gaps. At this point I had to leave it alone for an hour or two so the pastel could solidify and wouldn't smudge wildly if I tried to add anything on top of it!

Went over the entire sky with two shades of dark blue! ...Pthalo and Prussian, apparently. This let me continue to emphasize contrast and outlines, while still keeping some richness and depth. Having good sillouhettes of the figures was important here, and you can see where I started getting rid of the clouds so they wouldn't distract from the rest of the picture

Raised the arm, not for the figure itself, but so the shadows would be more interesting to look at! Did some shading in the figures, and tested out the scratch board for the stars and the temple- it worked great, thank goodness!

For scratch board, I literally use the same mechanical pencil I use for the sketch, just without lead! I also used a bit of sponge I had lying around to brush away the oil pastel bits that got scraped up, so they didn't gunk up the rest of the picture.

Fleshed out the foreground! At this stage, I took pictures of the drawing and put them into grayscale to make sure I was maintaining good contrast. The left side was a bit boring, so I made it darker- this works thematically for Khonshu, while also upping his visibility.

There were definitely more subtle ways I could have done Khonshu, and I struggled a bit to render without overworking, but I like where I ended up.

I also smudged out and re-scratched the temple so it would sit better!

Scratch board fun!!! Because I got rid of the clouds I needed some visual interest in the sky, so I added a star for each of the three of them- they're color coded to match the shadows I detailed as well! Is the 'multiple shadows' visual inspired directly by yugioh? Yes and with no shame, someone please give me this crossover!!!

And after some tweaking, detailing, and removing the tape- tadah!!!

#moon knight #moon knight fanart #artification #traditional #oil pastel #masking off the edges made the picture look so legit and cool I am so excited by this #it was a pleasure to make some art for this thing which has been consuming my brain!!#fun fact I also have some Legit Papyrus paper sitting around and oh man I wanna do something super cool with it hahaha #oh also for this I referenced the Lemire run and also the Moon Knight t-shirt my big sis got me- thanks sis!

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voidthewanderer · 10 months

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8) sender remembered something receiver mentioned they liked and brings it or something related to it as a gift. Vice versa'd for Ripper and Sweetjane? (She likes anything related to space, and baudy kitsch)

@bleumanouche || Simple Acts Of Romanticism

Not gonna lie, this one was hard to come up with a gift idea that felt right as a gift he’d give. Trying to look up ideas really didn’t give me too many ideas either; mainly forced kitsch or the idea of a kitsch aesthetic that I felt fell just outside of the idea of it. But space was also only yielding super generic ideas from my brain (thank you creative block!). But then I had an idea! I hope it lands! Stay tuned for the art of it, I wanna make sure it looks good before making a definitive post. I did add some references of the general style, however; at least until I can get something done.

Sorry this took so long, btw. Been trying to learn the whole work/life balance thing and it’s not going too well lol. I left it open ended in case if you wanted to make any changes to the outfit so it would be something she’d wear often if it isn’t yet.

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Another decent day of exploring… Just him and him alone. Ripper loved the attention and being surrounded by his friends, but sometimes he just needed that little bit of time to himself. Time to think, time to breathe… time to mourn. Give him some time to let down that wall and just grieve what he’d lost so long ago. It didn’t matter that it had been well over two hundred years at that point. The memory still stung.

Part of him was worried that if he finally let go, the memories would fade and he’d forget why he was how he was today. Perhaps it wasn’t such a terrible thing, but a forever 36-year-old man acting how he did seemed desperate without the context to him. It felt midlife crisis; something he refused to accept would ever happen in his life.

However, despite wanting to keep his focus on the past, a light glimmered through; drawing his attention away. A new beginning; a new chapter. Soon, his thoughts just grew more and more about his new potential flame. A voice calling out, telling him that he deserved to be happy.

He shook the thought away, needing to be alert. He was a far way away from home. The last thing he needed was for him to get hurt… or worse… and nobody know what happened. He’d wanted to travel on his own for a bit, seeing if he could find something left of Crow’s family home. They’d been pretty bored lately when not working; he’d hoped maybe finding some of their old stuff would help.

He’d already been gone for three days, which had just been the walk down. He wanted to be back before the next week. Though, he hadn’t found what he was looking for either… he couldn’t let this trip be all for naught.

As he rummaged through a house, a pop of color caught his attention. His face lit up when he’d seen what it was. It was perfect! At least… for the one who crossed his mind when he’d seen it. He hoped it would be, anyways.

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“Is Ripper in?” Sweetjane asked the pale ghoul who had been sketching at the kitchen counter. They glanced over and smiled, “Not right now, he went back to New Jersey to find some stuff. It’s been about a week, though; he’s not normally away for that long. You’re free to hang out though. My fiancé just finished lunch about half an hour ago if you’re hungry. And Joey’s room is open if you’re looking for a nap.”

“Thank you,” food had sounded nice. It was just a matter of what it was. Thankfully, the other ghoul that had been mentioned was within earshot; going behind the counter to plate chicken with a side of carrots and a tarberry compote. It hadn’t been a large plate, just enough that would normally tied the settlement over for dinner.

“He talks about you a lot,” Crow hummed, going back to their sketch. This garnered a quizzical look from Sweetjane. They smiled, “Rips. He absolutely adores you. I haven’t seen him this elated in a long time. I’m glad he’s finally found someone who can make him feel like this again.”

A knock on the wall caught the room’s attention. Speak of the devil; the punk clad ghoul had been leaning against the wall, his smile bright. Crow returned it, “I’ll leave you two alone. Welcome home.”

Crow practically had to drag Arsenic out with them; wanting the duo to have at least a few hours alone. Ripper perched himself onto the stool that had since been vacated, pulling his overstuffed pack onto his lap, “‘M glad you’re here, Tesoro. Found something while I was in Jersey. I know it might not be your norm, but… I hope you’ll like it. Hopefully it’s not too wrinkled too. And that it’ll fit. Crow might need to take it in a little.”

Before Sweetjane could say anything, Ripper pulled out a petticoat that looked similar to a dress. It crop at the waist with a belt, most likely to either show the midriff or to wear a high waisted bottom. The bottoms of the train were fairly tattered from time, but still did seem to hold some shape. The back ruffling was a solid space fabric, possibly homemade, as it appeared more tie dyed. The sleeves also had cuffed roughly mid bicep, a form fitting mesh sleeve flowing down and flaring out at the wrist. On the back was very intricate bead embroidery work, looking like a galaxies in space.

“What do you say? Is this OK? I remembered you mentioning you liked space and the jacket itself kinda reminded me of the wedding dress you like to wear. If you want, we can try it on now, maybe get it pinned up in case if it does need to be taken in. I think you’d look even more beautiful in it.”

“I’d love to,” a small smile did flash on Sweetjane’s lips; making his heart absolutely leap. “Where’d you even find something like this?”

Ripper held out his hand, taking to as they went to look for the pale ghoul who’d just left, “There was this little bimonthly festival in New Jersey before the war. All the misfits who’d call themselves witches and whatnot would get together and sell homemade stuff. If I’d have to guess? The person who made this probably sold there. Maybe Crow would know, they used to sell when it was close.”

There was a spark of excitement between the both of them it felt. Ripper was excited to see her in the jacket. He hoped that she’d like it.

#shut it void #friend talk #bleumanouche #I do ultimately want to draw her in this (or however you choose for the final design to look)#I just don’t want to overwhelm myself with my art again #so once I finish my WHF design I’ll start that

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guys pls saebyeok and eunhyuk and AND eun yoo alone scaramew will cry

fallen star

tw/cw - major character death, angst, mentions of blood.

a/n - hi keo. uhm. so turns out i couldn’t leave her alone :D i feel kinda bad but not at the same time BFJDB anyways enjoy!

ALSO LAST PART FOR I HUNG THE STARS FOR YOU I SWEAR IM DONE WITH THIS AU I JUST HAD THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG AND NEEDED CLOSURE.

you used to believe that perhaps the girl you met that fateful winter day was simply a fragment of your imagination.

it was easier than the reality of what was true. that weeks spent on hopeless pining, longing stares and beating hearts resulted in the letter you kept crumbled down from wear inside your pocket. that the feelings that had blossomed and nurtured now lay wilted, decayed and forgotten like an abandoned garden. that sae byeok would never come back, no matter how many shooting stars heard your desperate cries each night.

a year had been enough to have you accept the thoughts, the colors of the leaves the only indicator of the time passed. because everything still felt the same. you still went to that small art shop tucked snuggly between the two buildings, leaning against the aisles and drawing aimless scribbles into the parchment of your notebook. you could feel everything too. could still feel the warmth of sae byeok’s body beside yours, knees bumping and shoes pressed together. could still hear the quiet tone of her voice, soft and hushed and everything nice. you still saw her sometimes, too, waiting for you like she always did despite her insisting otherwise. and yet deep down you knew things had changed, much more than you realized. much more than you let yourself believe.

you sighed quietly into the strong aroma of paints and chalk, blinking away the figments of your imagination beginning to surface once more. it happened too frequently for your liking, and each time it left your heart throbbing painfully inside your chest until it stopped, and you were left feeling nothing at all.

‘come on. it’s been a whole year. you need to get over it.’ you thought angrily to yourself, grabbing the nearest set of paints and putting it into your basket. your visit at the time was for supplies instead of a place to draw, a big project coming up where your teacher asked for only acrylic paints to be used. you weren’t very familiar with the techniques related to the paint, but at least it allowed you an excuse to stay busy and not think about the freckles splayed across skin.

“uh, excuse me.”

you glanced over at the voice, surprised about the appearance that greeted you. it wasn’t necessarily because of the bright red hair that felt out of place, but rather the age of the man and the suit he was wearing. definitely did not look like someone who would come to an art shop, at least not for himself.

“yes?” you asked, a little cautiously.

he smiled, kind enough to have your tense stance falter ever so slightly, “do you come to this place often?”

you sighed a little in relief, realizing that he probably just wanted to know about what supplies to get. you ignored how it reminded you of a different encounter many months ago, “i do. usually come here everyday.”

he nodded, hesitating for a moment before speaking, “if you don’t mind me asking, can i see some of your work?”

“oh, sure! here, give me a second.” you pulled out the notebook from your bag, opening it to the first page littered with motion drawings and random sketches. he flipped through the pages, intrigued, until stopping on one that had his entire body going completely still.

“this one is…” he trailed off, glancing between you and the graphite smeared onto the page. your own eyes landed on the drawing, body growing cold at the familiar sight.

quickly you grabbed the notebook from his hands, holding it protectively to your chest, “sorry, these ones are private,” you hastily stuffed it into your bag, eyes downcast to hide the tears threatening to break through, “if you’re looking for advice you can always ask the workers. i have to go.”

“wait!” the sudden rise in tone and the alarm in his voice caused you to pause, seeing the conflicted look across his face. he swallowed, eyes switching between you and your bag before remaining on your face, “do you know a girl named sae byeok?”

his tone was much softer that time, but you still felt frozen in your spot, rolling the familiar syllables within your mind. your lips parted, so many thoughts running through your head but none finding a place on your tongue. you swallowed, asking the easiest question you could muster, “what did you say?”

“sae byeok,” he repeated, seemingly desperate by the way he looked at you, “did you know her?”

“did i know her?” you almost laughed at yourself. at the whole predicament. a whole year, and despite you thinking that it was enough to forget about the girl you met, all the images centered around her felt clearer. you remembered the butterflies gracing ribcages, the sunsets on your cheeks, and the stars across her face. a bitter smile found its place on your lips, heart aching quietly inside your chest, “i loved her.”

the man, or rather gi-hun, took you to a nearby coffee shop. he said it’d be better to talk there than inside the store, to which you only partly agreed. despite it being a much appropriate setting, the coffee shop he brought you to was the same one you took sae byeok to as well. you didn’t sit in the same seats, thankfully, but each time you glanced over and spotted the table you recalled the wonder in her eyes at showing her the sketch made up of her features.

“how do you…” you paused, taking a quick sip of your tea to help soothe your throat and ease your anxiety, “how did you know her?”

gi-hun remained quiet for several moments, as if he were trying to find a suitable place to start. finally, after a silence far too long for your liking, he muttered quietly but loud enough for you to hear, “did she tell you about the games?“

“yes.” how could you forget? you read the letter left to you so many times you practically had the words memorized.

“i was there. we played together,” his tone lowered ever so slightly, his attention drawing to the untouched cup of his coffee, “we were teammates.”

seeing gi-huns crumpled state had your heart pounding, afraid of what the expression meant. but you needed to know. you had to be sure, “is she…” you trailed off, not wanting to utter the words you tried to deny for so long. it would be too real if you said it aloud. written permanently into the universe you could not change.

he lowered his head ever so slightly, and gi-hun didn’t even need to utter his next words for you to know, “i’m sorry.”

“how did-“ you choked on your words, scrambling to pick up the world that just shattered by your feet, “how did she die?”

“there was a game…the glass exploded at the end. she…she was unlucky enough to have been the closest one.” gi-hun also struggled with his words, his eyes never quite reaching your own.

you pressed a hand your lips, fingers trembling against the appendages as you pushed down the tears and tried to ignore the tightening in your throat. you tried not to imagine it. the blood flowing out of her body. the desperate tone of her voice and the struggling of her eyes to remain open. had she been in pain? was she scared? did she pass with regrets? “sae…”

“she told me about you. before she died,” you glanced up at the words, awaiting what was to follow. this time gi-hun did meet your eyes, red rimmed but gentle, “she loved you very much. and i uh, i promised her something.”

gi-hun reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. when you held it between your thumb and pointer fingers you read the letters to be an address, confused by the unfamiliarity.

“what is this?“ you asked, sparing a quick glance up.

“its the place cheol is staying at. she told you about her brother right?” at your nod gi-hun continued, “i promised sae byeok that i would take care of her family. that included you. there’s….there’s enough money to let you live a comfortable life.”

you stared at the piece of paper, feeling emotions you couldn’t quite place. but you knew one thing, and it was that you didn’t want money. you didn’t want a life of luxury or comfort. you just wanted sae byeok. just one more moment with her. one more smile. one more laugh. one more hug in the pouring rain where the roar of the falling droplets allowed only you two to hear the thoughts kept in your hearts. no amount of money could buy that.

“again, i’m really sorry. if i could i…i would’ve taken her place. it should be her here right now, not me,” gi-hun was staring down at his hands, tears building up in the corners of his eyes. the guilt he felt must’ve been heavy, the thought urging you to reach over and place a reassuring hand over his own.

“thank you for watching over her.” you whispered. you didn’t know much about gi-hun. but the fact that he was there, comforting you and giving closure for both you and the girl now among the stars told you enough.

he nodded, appearing relieved, “if-if you ever need anything you can call me. it took me a year to get my shit together but i intend to keep my promise. anything at all, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“thank you mister.” you smiled, grateful for his offer. gi-hun tensed at the words, as if they were familiar and brought back a memory he had forgotten. but just as quickly he was smiling, nodding while standing up from his seat.

“take care.”

it took you a couple days to gain enough courage to visit the address gi-hun gave you. it wasn’t really that you were scared, or doubted his intentions, but rather you were nervous. you had heard so much about cheol from sae byeok. she always spoke of him so fondly, and despite not having met him before her words alone were enough for him to find his own place in your heart. but, what if he didn’t like you? what if you couldn’t take care of him? you were just a college student after all, but it was sae byeok’s brother and you were willing to try for the sake of protecting one of the only things she loved. but what if that wasn’t enough?

you breathed out a shaky breath, the cloud steadily disappearing into the air. slowly you brought your hand up and formed a fist, knocking three times on the door before you. when you heard the rustle of movement from beyond you took a step back, rocking on your heels while waiting.

an older woman greeted you, to which you realized was the friend’s mom gi-hun told you briefly about. she smiled at you, warm like hot cocoa, and you returned it with one of your own, “uhm. sorry to intrude…is there a boy named cheol here?“

her smile widened, perhaps having been expecting you, and she turned towards the stairs inside the house and yelled out a loud ‘cheol!’ into the distance. it echoed, bouncing off the walls and blending with the sound of feet rushing down the steps. a boy, small and no older than ten, appeared behind the older woman, peering at you curiously. it was almost laughable how similar he looked like sae byeok. the only think lacking was the splash of freckles on his cheeks and nose.

“hi…i’m (name).” you waved your hand, relieved when he returned it and stepped out to now stand in the doorway.

“are you the person my sister always talked about?“ he tilt his head towards the side, the action and big brown eyes causing your heart to tighten.

“yup,” you laughed, trying to keep the mood light, “that’s me.”

he rushed forward, small hands bunching the fabric of your shirt. you only remained still for a brief moment before putting your own hands around his small frame, fingers running through the strands on his head. he mumbled something, muffled by your thick jacket, and you had to maneuver his face away from the fabric to hear him properly, “thank you for making my sister happy.“

you were taken aback, not expecting the words of gratitude. you felt something roll down your cheek, and hastily you crouched down low, holding the small boy closer to your body, “thank you for having such an incredible sister.”

the sobs pouring out of your mouth never seemed to stop. you wanted to be strong, for the sake of the precious boy before you. yet you found yourself unable to stop the tears, heart and body aching all over again, just like that day you received the letter. and cheol, sweet cheol, patted your back gently whilst releasing his own small sniffles.

“my sister isn’t coming back…is she?” he whispered quietly, the broken tone of his voice causing you to pull back and hastily wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

“we can wait together, hm?” you smiled, keeping your voice steady while stroking the apple of his cheeks, “that means we have to take care of each other.”

cheol let loose another small sniffle, before nodding his head and burying his face within your jacket once more, “okay.”

you don’t know how long you sat there holding onto the boy, whispering quiet reassurances while fixing the mess of strands that was his hair. cheol probably saw through your little white lie, but you wanted to try. to try keeping his bright spirit as warm as the sun. to make sure he knew that his sister loved her, and didn’t leave because of the lack of it. that sae byeok would’ve wanted you both to be happy, even if she weren’t there to witness it all.

maybe hung stars and shooting comets weren’t enough, but this, holding cheol and having gotten to love her, was.

menu. upside down peach cake.

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