#i love how the watercolor behaves in the background

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 12 Avocado Toast (Featuring Tomato and, of course, Fried Egg.) Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Dry Gouache Brush, Airbrush (for the barely visible bread texture) and Freckle Pen (for the pepper.) 20 colors, 1 hour 30 minutes. Took a little longer on this one because I spent an inordinate amount of time lovingly rendering the tomato that I knew no one was going to get to see in the final product. (Don’t worry, I saved it to another layer since @quezify said last time that he appreciated the peek behind the curtain.) This was another request by a friend. I must say, I wake up every day excited to choose an egg from the many options I have available and just... have fun putting it down on (digital) paper. I’ve got some yammering about that, but since I’m already going to post a “behind the scenes” under the cut, I’ll shove the musings down there too. As always, big thanks to the Egg Master Supreme, @quezify​ for organizing this. It’s wonderful to see so many people getting into art again or branching out and drawing eggs for the first time, all because one zany dude said to Tumblr “You know what? Let’s paint eggs for a month.” And enough of us said “Hell yeah” that I get to see so many different styles and mediums. Loving every moment of it!

(Art first, because LOOK AT THOSE TOMATOES! I love how they came out, I want to shove them in my mouth! AAAH!) Now for the rambling musings. I’m starting to get really comfortable with the gouache brush, a tool which I previously never used, and I’m also getting more comfortable with art in general. My usual process from childhood, when I did much more art, was to slap down pencil work on real life sheets of paper, line it in pen or photograph/scan it and upload it to my computer to line with the pen tool, and then just do everything with pen for bright, solid colors. Most of my other techniques were one off flukes, like the fire I did in my icon’s background. And my newer process, as an adult who just started learning Clip Studio Paint, was fairly similar. (I just started with CSP recently because it came free with my newest tablet and my old standard, Photoshop Elements [I dunno the version, 7 maybe?], was too old and would resize on my new rig so all the buttons were SO GODDAMN SMALL it was a pain to use.) The only difference is that, as an adult who’s home more often than not, I skipped the paper. Sketch, linework with the pen tool, then color under the line art with pen. Or, for a certain other project, I color under the line art with the watercolor brush. I’ve always wanted to try gouache because I’ve seen it worked with IRL and it’s got such pretty results! Opaque like acrylics and oils but flows like watercolor. I suppose it never occurred to me to look for it in the toolset. The last time I even used brushes meant to represent real media before CSP was when Corel Painter was a thing and I had it with my very first drawing tablet. And even then I didn’t use it often. I mostly used the watercolors because that was my favored medium IRL. But I quickly started to prefer Photoshop Elements which also came with my first tablet. And slowly I stopped using anything resembling traditional mediums. But I figured, hey, Eggtober is already a time for me to learn some new tricks and get some practice in, watercolor will look too translucent and it has a paper texture to it that I’m not sure I want. Let’s see if this thing has Gouache. And it did. And now it’s my favorite brush. The way it blends naturally, the ease of pressure controls so the opacity is easy to alter stroke by stroke. It feels like laying down real paints. Once I got used to how it behaved it just... clicked. So yeah, now that I know how to work with it and now that I had the brain explosion necessary to figure out my new process of laying down the darkest colors first and working my way up, it was all too easy to go “Oh. I like laying down these colors. And instead of trying to predict where I’m going to put the avocado, I’m just going to draw the full tomatoes for fun and practice and then figure out the avocado slice placement.” And then I spent roughly 45 minutes just... adding detail to tomatoes. Because it was a genuine joy and I was smiling the whole time and I could just look at those juicy tomatoes forever. So yeah, I know I say it every time, but I for real owe quezify everything for giving me a reason to pick up a new tool and learn and just have fun with it. Kicking my depression’s ass, my ADHD’s ass, my artblock’s ass, and my (lack of) motivation’s ass, all with the power of “Egg fun, draw egg.”

#Eggtober 2022 #Eggtober 12 #Fried Egg #Avocado Toast #Tomatoes #my art #I'm just having so much fun with art #For these last 12 days I've fallen into a world where depression doesn't exist and COVID isn't floating around outside #For the last 12 days I've lived in a magical world that's just egg #no bad things #no sadness #just egg #I love Eggtober

[chelsdavisart]

Gardenia and Honeybee My lady love<3 I took the reference photo on our anniversary this year

#watercolor #Illustration #why hello mrs davis how are you today #gardenias all the way down #art nouveau #i love how the watercolor behaves in the background #such good textures #big thanks to tea for reminding me to upload this

[wolfcamellias]

How do you think Wukong bonds with each kid? I feel like all of them have a different way of doing so.

Especially Mk, the boy needs some bonding with his dad lmao

Idk this is just the only thing I can think of because dad wukong lives in my head rent free

OH?? I THINK IT’S TIME FOR A SUN-KID ROUNDUP! (SUN-KID ROUNDUP!)

Nezha This is simple: from the way that the two of them were already close in their younger years as gods, the two of them managed to form a bond via trying to behave like normal humans, snickering when they got away with things that a normal person wouldn’t be able to do or managing to eat a plate of ghost peppers without their immune systems dying after thirty minutes. They actually also bond with animals; they’re both very affectionate with their pets and often end up convincing the other to foster certain animals when they know they don’t have the space for another permanent resident in their homes. Nezha convinced Wukong to get him a bunny, his own cat and a cow. Wukong kept a lamb, another cat and his two chickens. They both love each other’s pets though and absolutely send each other videos and pictures of cute animals in the groupchat. Spamming it all day.

Xiaotian A little difficult but: Singing. Consider this: Sun Wukong’s mandarin VA was the one who sung the Song of Wine and MK seems to be the type of guy who sings old 90s songs mixed in with the most recent remix of a popular song all jumbled together in the midst of training, studying or cleaning. Wukong will be on the other side of the house, humming quietly and then MK will chime in, poking his head through the door and go, “But now it isn’t true, and everything is new.”

And Wukong will pause and then go, “And all I’ve learned has overturned, I beg of you.”

And both of them will belt out, off-key or in-tune, “DON’T GO WASTING YOUR EM-O-TION! LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME!”

They also go “adventuring” together and do crafts; Sun Wukong teaches MK how to do paper figurines and then MK teaches Wukong how to use watercolors and chalk to draw on the mountain sides and pavements to decorate the temple grounds. They’ll get paint on their faces and blotches of ink on their clothes but they don’t mind it since, in the end, the tapestries they painted are beautiful and messy and perfect with all their little imperfections.

Their connection is through the form of various arts and I think that’s beautiful all things considered.

Xiaojiao “How does it feel to be beaten by your old man?”

“I wouldn’t know,” hums Xiaojiao, picking up her remote controller, “I haven’t been beaten yet.”

Video games is a given; Wukong has his own goddamn video game after all and it’s even hinted that he made it in a way so that means that, somehow, the fucker knows how to program. Xiaojiao has a hard time focusing on one task unless she’s really into it, so when she picks up a favorite game it’s hard for her to put it down when she’s already into level fifty or so, thus Sun Wukong simply joins her and only pauses for breaks, stretches and eating food and sleeping.

He also enjoys teaching her how to dance of all things; the girl has had so many types of “formal” dancing lessons when she lived with her parents so for her to witness Wukong do something that isn’t used for grand parties and galas? She’s intrigued and then joyous at the end of it, hair a mess and out of breath as the music continues to play in the background as she holds her dad’s hands and is spun around wildly to the beat of the soundtrack.

Bai He Not yet; but it’d be really quiet forms of bonding. She gets stressed easily and has a hard time connecting to people because of this (Macaque and Tang are rlly the only people she fully trusts even after befriending MK and Mei); so she’s pleasantly surprised when Wukong takes her out to a meadow overlooking a river that leads to the city and lays down on the warm grass to sunbathe. She joins him and looks over curiously to which he says, “Close your eyes and listen,” and when she does, she listens to the birds chirping and the river flowing, the way the city’s nothing more than a distant hum in the background—it’s nice and they do it often when it’s his weekend time with her.

Eclipse Twins They’re babies.

He just plays and cuddles them I’m sorry cksnckndc

#lego monkie kid #ask #valleys au #🌿 #fruit basket #fruit salad #sun wukong #dndkdndkns man #look at all these kids

[l1l1l1l1]

March Comes in like a Lion season 1 review *spoilers*

Really enjoyed this show it has serious topics, comedy and great characters! I appreciate the art so much, the background is like watercolors. I know nothing about shogi but still found the show intriguing.

Rei is such a nice boy and it hurt to see him being excluded from school activities when he was younger. When he said he does things half heartedly because he doesn't care aka as a defense mechanism, I can relate. Also the fact that he feels bad when he thinks about his own problems when people have their own problems makes me sad! Yes everyone has their own baggage but that doesn't make you a bad person if you focus on your own. And in this case, the sister's knows he has his own issues and are there for him, they don't expect anything in return because their feelings are genuine.

Rei has such a sad backstory, his whole family is gone but luckily he got adopted by someone who loves shogi as much as him. Unfortunately that created a huge gap between him and his foster siblings, especially his sister, Kyouko. Pls don't get me started on her (I'm already started lol). She is toxic and manipulative. Not only did she physically attack him at a young age but she might have possibly s*xually assaulted him(?) that is unclear but it feels like it was hinted when she would go into his bed??? Anyways, some years pass and she still behaves the same and blames Rei for literally everything bad that has happened to her. It's the fact that she won't take responsibility for herself, she's an adult. She has daddy issues, that much is clear cuz she is with/sleeping with a man that is the age of her dad (he's married too). And not that the guy also has beef with Rei like that's just silly. I get that she has trauma as a kid but she's an adult now, she can't do this to Rei anymore. Rei keeps telling her that the dude isn’t good for her but she doesn’t listen! I get that it probably has to do with some issue of hers but at some point, family or not, Rei can’t help her anymore. She also was guilting him to throw matches and antagonizing him and he takes it too!! Sorry that was a long rant about her, I just don't like her.

The sisters: Akari, Hina and Momo are the best!! They care about Rei SO much and I love that. They lost some family members as well, but they welcome him into their home and worry about him. Rei at one point realizes he feels warm and happy at their place but at his own apartment he feels down. In the second OP, there's a visual of Rei's mom, dad and sister as silhouette and then we take a look at them again and it's the sisters🥺 Momo makes the show, just look at her.

I realize Rei has many supportive people in his life and I think he started to see that too. Starting with his teacher, he encourages him to break out of his shell and helps him pass school. Nikaidou is also a sweet sweet boy, I really like his character and friendship with Rei, he gives him the push he needs. I love Shimada. Once we got to know him and how amazing he is, I fell in love lol. I really wish he won a game against Souya so he could play in his hometown. He’s been wanting to show how far he’s come to the people who have been supporting him since the beginning. Such a shame:/

I rambled a lot but going back to Rei in the last episode where he used his shogi ticket as one reason for playing shogi, there was always someone sitting with him, unlike on the school bus. Shogi is a place where he belongs, it's his safe place. I feel like for someone like Rei, once you feel comfort in something, you don't want to let go.

Overall, a really good show! It gives a lot of great visuals and descriptions of what depression and loneliness is like. I definitely related to a lot of what Rei talked about.

Rate: 7.8/10

#march comes in like a lion #3-gatsu no Lion #anime review

[olibheare]

Hello, hope you're having a good time! I wanted to ask if you had any advice on backgrounds/scenery or your process figuring them out? No pressure to answer though. Btw I really liked the colors on your Promare piece!

Thank you!! I could really talk about backgrounds all day but I’ll try to keep it pretty simple for this! I love drawing environments a lot. I have my fingers in illustration, but most of my work centers around animation (style/visual development/ insp) so that’s how I think about them when I’m addressing them This Louie Zong video is pretty succinct! The way he puts it together as you watch clicked a lot in my head when I first saw it, also Louie’s just a nice fella :o)

I’d recommend looking at backgrounds that you like! That sounds obvious but it makes a difference. If you know what kind of look you’re going for it makes it easier to research how they got the effects they did, and then practice them! I have a bajillion art books to use as references, and background artists are always posting their work from shows or games!! Delicious 

People always say my backgrounds feel like Studio Ghibli and it’s true for the fact that I emulate Kazuo Oga’s painting style! Which is done with Poster paint and gouache on watercolor paper. So I need to understand what to do to translate that into a digital workspace. (I have watercolor and gouache style brushes that blend and behave like they’re on a wetted surface, stuff like that!) 

(my guy)  I also love watching Mateusz Urbanowicz! His “Tokyo Storefronts” book was a big favorite in our library for a couple months after we got it.  The Etherington Brothers are also EXTREMELY helpful, they’ve got nice quick tutorials on how to make spaces and objects feel grounded. Well executed draftsmanship and linework can be all that you need to make a space.  Steven Sugar’s blog is eye candy for good design

mmmm never put your vanishing point in the middle of the canvas, when things get further from you they lose saturation, don’t draw every leaf, don’t zoom in while you paint either (it makes you focus on details that’ll totally disappear, your audience views a background as a whole), get closer to the canvas as you finish, try to layer your values dark/light/dark so they stand out to each other, if your character needs a window to stand in front of and the room didn’t have one in your establishing shot I promise no one will care and if they do maybe they should try drawing the comic 

#art #surimeve #t

[achaoticeternal]

Confidentiality Agreement  [Asset Protection - Part 2]

masterlist // taglist

part 1

RANSOM DRYSDALE X READER

A/N: With so many people requesting a part 2 within the first 24 hours of the work being up, I just hade to write a part. I’m so happy you guys enjoyed my Ransom work! Lots of love!

Summary: With the Thrombey clan in quite the rabbit hole, Random and Linda decide it’s best for you to relocate. Will you adjust and stay safe? Word Count: 2.9k Warning(s): Language, Shirtless Ransom, Stalking, creepiness??

The three of you - Linda, Ransom, and yourself - sat in Harlan’s old office, attempting to discussing plans for a temporary living situation for yourself. For the past half hour, Ransom and Linda had been bickering back and forth about what was appropriate and what would work for all three of you.

“I understand that it would be efficient to have her here, but you already have one investigation going on in this house. Do you want two?” Ransom asked his mother as he si[[ed the brandy from his old-fashioned glass.

“I am not putting my secretary up in some Boston motel or hotel. The world has proven itself to be to dangerous even for a simple girl to be left alone,” Linda spoke as she scribbled words onto a sticky note, “and we still don’t know who invited that backwoods Kentucky detective.”

It somewhat surprised you that the pair could easily talk about you as if you were just another business pawn or not even in the same room as them. “Pardon me, I’m sorry, but I believe Hugh is trying to present another solution.”

Ransom’s nose crinkled slightly when you used his real name. He knew it was only because you were in front of his mother, but it didn’t settle right with him - or at least that is how he put it, “Exactly. I think that the solution is right in front of our nose and we just need to address it.”

There was a pause in the room. 

“Well, go on then,” Linda gestured at her son.

“(Y/N) needs to come stay with me. I have the room in my house, and she’s familiar with me and my habits. Ever since you put her on my tail, I’ve been more ‘behaved’. She’ll have her own room, an office, internet connection. She’ll be quite...” Ransom glanced over to you. His eyes met yours before scanning your face and returning his gaze to your eyes, “comfortable with me.”

The office fell into silence once again as Linda thought over the situation. Maybe you wouldn’t be with her directly and everything her son had said was one hundred percent true. He did come up with quite to solution.

“Fine, but you need to drive her to my office every Thursday and join her on any outings until things seem to calm down in both our current situations,” Linda’s attention turned to you and she sighed, “I guess you should go get your things gathered and pack to stay with Ransom until this all - blows over.”

                                                        -     -     -

“Mother I- I didn’t have much say in any of it. Everything just - no, I understand that, mother. You know coming home couldn’t be an option. I understand the severity of - No, she, - yes okay, the whole family needs me here still. I can’t pause my life just because some creep hid a note- Yes I understand that I was in the ER...” Your mother continued to nag in your ear as you packed your toiletries away. 

Entering your room again, you started skimming over the various suitcases and bags on your bed. Then you crossed over to your desk to make sure all your necessary technology was packed away. This routine kept looping - mother in your ear, frantically checking bags again, finding something else you mostly likely needed.

It didn’t stop until you heard a cough in your doorway. Turning, you caught Ransom leaning against the door frame, an eye brow raised in amusement at your frenzied state.

“Mother, I’ll call you once everything is settled and I don’t have a thousand emails to respond to. I love you too. Yes, tell grandmama I love her. Yes- okay. Bye now,” you hung up the phone and looked to Ransom for any relief.

He walked up to you and glanced over your face just like in Harlan's office. His eyes gave away his thought process of what to say or how to react to your current emotional and mental state. It seemed he finally made a decision when he grabbed your hand, almost in reassurance. 

Ransom opened his mouth to talk, but closed it quickly. His nose scrunched and he licked his lips before beginning to talk again, “I’ll start taking your finished bags to the car.”

                                                       -     -     -

“Do I need to give you a tour, or do you think you know your way around the house?” Ransom quipped, stepping into the modern playboy bachelor pad. Behind him, you tugged in two large suitcases, a  travel bag for toiletries hanging off one shoulder, and your laptop bag hanging off the other shoulder. Should you have made two trips to the car instead? Yes. Should Ransom also at least offered to help? Yes.

Sometimes, it seemed to slip your mind that though Ransom was kinder to you than he was to his family sometimes, he still was never the picture-perfect gentlemen. It didn’t matter if his background fit the story, Ransom never tried to be a gentleman to get further, he just learned how to manipulate things his way.

“Well, I mean, a real tour doesn’t sound bad. You’ve never given me one before and it lets you go ahead and let me know where you don’t want me to go,” You attempted to pull the suitcases over the little bump in the doorway, but they wouldn’t budge with both you and the items being so weighted down, “Can I just get a little bit of help please?”

Ransom sighed, taking both suitcases from your grip. He pushed down the extended handles and picked them up by the clothed handles. Lifting them with ease, he started walking towards the living room and you followed behind him quickly, muttering a small thank you.

“Alright, I’ll show you your room and where you can set up a small office or workspace if you happen to need it,” he set the suitcases down against the wall and you placed your bags on the couch for temporary holding. 

“Sounds good. And then dinner?”

“Sure. We can order delivery I guess.”

“Delivery? Ransom, I’m sure there’s something in this glamorous bachelor’s pad we could make,” you offered him a kind smile, “Besides, it can be some sort of payment or thank you for letting me stay with you for a while.”

The blonde smirked and shook his head a little bit, “I don’t quite mind you being here, you know that you’re one of the few people I... tolerate.”

His words caused a small giggle under your breath, “Okay, so which room will I be in?”

“Follow me,” he walked with a swagger across the floor and began to ascend the stairs. You tried to keep up behind him, but for the first time, you noticed how homey his house was. Fine pieces of art and autographs on the wall, a modern statue that fits well under the modern stairs. If there were pictures of children and a married couple as well, it could’ve been misread as a family home. Shaking your thoughts, you jogged up the rest of the stairs so Ransom wouldn’t think you were lagging behind.

“So this room,” he stepped into the first door on the right, “is my office. I really don’t use it that much, if at all. You’re welcome to set up whatever you like, however you like if you prefer a more formal office.”

“This looks like an office an author would use or sit in for hours.”

Ransom shook his head, “Harlan hopped that would be precisely why I used the office and why it’s eerily similar to his own. But I’ve been clearing out the large bookcases because I’m a man who really enjoys using his space. Let me show you the room, I think you’ll like it.”

The pair of you exited and walked across the to the second door on the left. When he opened the door, he revealed a room that looked like a hotel would book for hundreds - if not a thousand - dollars a night. The queen-sized bed had a white duvet with pillows of soft green hues.with a brass bed frame and bar headboard. A large, birch dresser was against the wall in front of the bed and had a large flat-screen TV mounted above it. One large window took up most of the wall across from the door where you stood. A brass bar lined the top and white, translucent curtains hung at either side. Outside, you could see both the woods and a lively town in the distance, yet also see the watercolor sky. It was absolutely beautiful. 

“Wow, Ransom, this is- perfect,” you were awe-struck.

“I just kind of guessed. I knew you preferred a minimalist aesthetic with a touch of chic so it kind of worked out,” He gave you a half-smile, “so, I’ll bring your bags up later, but dinner?”

“Right. Let’s go dig through that kitchen of yours and see what we can whip up?” You exited the room with Ransom on your tail.

“We?” He questioned.

You looked over your shoulder and threw him a playful smile, “Well it’s not like you’re going to be overly helpful so I’ll be cooking 85% of the meal while you help with a small 15%,” You stopped in your tracks as you looked towards his end of the hall, “Ransom, what behind that door next to your bedroom door?”

“I guess it’s what you would call a man cave. When old friends drop by and their wives are around, the guys and I hang out in there where I keep the good liquor,” he said seamlessly, “No female has ever passed through that door.”

“Ah, alrighty then,” You continued down the stairs with Ransom stalking down behind you, “I better not find leftovers that are older than a week in your fridge. Your mother will have me cleaning it out and I don’t need that.”

Both of you made your way into the kitchen. Ransom leaned against the counter by the sink and pulled out his phone. He knew well enough by now that you’d probably pick out something decent to make and wouldn’t poison him quite yet, or at least that’s how you perceived. 

“Alexa, play Two Chellos,” you called out to the AI before opening the pantry. Inside, it was well-organized thanks to one of your most recent visits. The spice rack was manageable and there was a clear distinction between his pre- and post-workout snacks. You pulled out a bag of jasmine rice and placed it onto the marble island. 

Then, you crossed to the fridge and opened its double doors. First searching through the vegetable door, you grabbed a head of broccoli for a second side to the dish. Once placing it on the island behind you, you started to search for chicken breasts, but your search came to a still. A hand rested itself on your hip as Ransom seemed to accidentally press himself against you as he reached for a water bottle above your head, “Pardon me.” 

Once he stepped away, you let out the breath you were holding in. You shook your head and took a deep breath, reminding yourself that small touch meant absolutely nothing. Grabbing the chicken and broccoli, you stepped away from the fridge and walked to the counter to begin prepping.

“Will you start cubing the chicken while I start on the broccoli and rice?” You asked, bending down to get to cutting board out of a cabinet. When you faced him again, he just seemed to look at you confused. “Never mind, just fill up a small pot with a cup of water and put it on to boil, please.” 

He set his phone face down on the counter as he pulled a small pot off one of the hanging fixtures. Then he made his way across the kitchen as you began to cut the broccoli florets from the stem. Once that was completed and the broccoli was separated into a bowl, you began trimming any leftover fat from the chicken breasts. Finally, you cubed the chicken and scrapped it into a separate bowl.

You crossed towards the sink to drop off the knife and cutting board, along with washing your hands, “Can you please get the soy sauce, honey, brown sugar, and sesame seeds out of the pantry?”

“Yes ma’am,” Ransom strolled into the pantry to get the needed ingredients for the marinade. Once your hands were clean from any chicken bacteria, you went to the stove to take the rice off the heat and fluff it. Then again, you set it to the side and placed a pan onto the gas lit eye of the stove top.

Ransom returned and placed the items, along with the bowl of chicken, on the counter adjacent to you before exiting the kitchen. You hummed to the tune of the cellos as you continued preparing supper. 

As you were stirring the chicken and broccoli in the teriyaki sauce of the pan, Ransom came up behind. His hips pressed against your lower back and his left hand met your hip. The close proximity entranced you by his warmth and his scent, until he placed a glass of white wine to the right of you. His right hand traced up your arm until his fingers rested under your chin.

With ease, Ransom turned your head to look up at him. He closed his eyes, took a sniff of the food cooking in the pan, and the corner of his mouth twitched up slightly. He opened his eyes again, “Dinner smells... delicious.”

Your heart beat against your chest and you realized how close your faces were. Licking your lips, you glanced down to his and back to his eyes before taking a shallow breath. You tried to savor what you could of the moment, but it could easily escalate too quickly, so you asked, “Would you be so kind as to grab us some plates?”

                                                      -     -     -

After diner, the pair of you decided to call it an early night since the past 36 hours had been quite an en devour. All too quickly your life had changed and you barely had time to react, much less cope. So you had taken a nice warm shower, and then slipped into some simple striped, cotton pajamas. 

Everything was peaceful. The fan blowing softly, the Alexa at your nightstand playing rain sounds, and the ease of sleep was astonishing. This was all until a loud crash, like glass breaking, echoed from the kitchen. If that wasn’t enough to only wake you, the loud rev of an engine could awaken a bear in hibernation.

In record time, Ransom was in your room, “Are you okay? Did anything happen up here?” He held a long, narrow knife in one hand as he stood at the foot of your bed in nothing but a tight pair of briefs. 

“I-I’m fine,” You responded, short of breath, 

His brows scrunched together as his mind raced with various thought before, “I’m going downstairs to check,” and he exited.

“No no no, I’m coming with you,” crawling out from the blankets and satin sheets. If an intruder was still in the house, Ransom could most likely overpower them better and quicker than you could. 

He motioned for you to stay behind him, but close, as the pair of you crept down the stairs together. Each step seemed to slow down time and make it harder to breath. This is supposed to be a safe place. Somewhere to lay low and live easy.

You both stalked towards the kitchen, lights coming on with Ransom’s call to the Alexa. Everything was clear. Any intruder was gone. 

As Ransom searched around to verify it was only to pair of you in the house, you looked around the kitchen. Something felt off, but everything still looked the same. You crossed over towards the sink where dirty pans sat when a small twinkle caught your eye. 

Once you approached the sink, the twinkle was confirmed to be a wine glass - the very glass you used earlier that night - that lay shattered on the floor in a pool of red wine. Next to the spill laid a piece of paper.

“RANSOM! Hurry!!!” you yelled out to him as tears began to spill from your eyes.

His stomps echoed at the walls as he met you in the kitchen. Once he saw the you were unharmed besides your tears, he hugged you too his chest. When he didn’t feel you relax into him, he turned his head to wheres your eyes were locked on the floor.

“Fuck!” He let you go as he knelled down to snatch up the paper. He opened it and his eyes scanned the page. He folded it back before standing and pulling you back into his chest. 

No matter how many times he shushed you or rubbed circles against your back, nothing calmed. You wouldn’t be able to relax into him until you saw what the note said.

“I- I need to read it.”

Ransom let you go and opened the paper for you to read. Wiping away your tears, you read:

Maybe a change in scenery will do you some good. You can run, but you can’t hide. Many truths are sure to surface soon

Xx

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

ransom drysdale taglist:

@melannie77 @heyiamthatbitch @hughrxnsomdrysdale @bval-1 @electrictaurus @princess-evans-addict @swagmonstertoes @everythingaboutnothingstuff @givemebooksorgivemedeath @widowlcver @bookgirlunicorn @wangdeasang @dumblani @anhelz @underratedmisfit @moonlightmvrvl @mrspeacem1nusone

asset protection taglist:

@thicc-daddy-evans @shygirl-00 @livingoffsavvyillusions @ms-betsy-fangirl @jessyballet @melannie77 @heyiamthatbitch @lil-lex1 @hughrxnsomdrysdale @bval-1 @electrictaurus @imsonick @princess-evans-addict @elsasshole @cheshire-salvatore-mikaelson @swagmonstertoes @everythingaboutnothingstuff @just-add-butter @insposcollective @widowlcver @sir-samus @wangdeasang @my-favorite-fics-and-imagines @underratedmisfit​ @moolightmvrvl @jianawoods @canny1902​ @aamcqueeny​

** a strike through your username means I couldn’t tag you :(

#mattie writes #Knives Out #ransom drysdale #Ransom Thrombrey #Chris Evans #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom thrombey x reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans in a sweater #angst #suspense #steve rogers x reader #marvel x reader

[paulisweeabootrash]

2020 mini-review pack

Di Gi Charat (1999)

Episodes watched: 7

Platform: VRV (Hidive)

Di Gi Charat (pronounced like “carrot”) is a series of fast-paced 4-ish-minute shorts nominally about Dejiko and Rabi-en-Rose, rivals trying to be Earth’s greatest idol.  Who are, respectively, a catgirl and a bunnygirl.  Oh, and also they’re aliens?  That’s... uh... certainly a premise, I guess.  The actual show consists of self-contained gag-filled episodes with no ongoing story, in almost a sitcom kind of way, throwing the characters into situations without context, but with a stable “baseline” situation (unlike, say, Pop Team Epic, where the characters serve more as stock personalities playing different roles in different sketches).  Dejiko is a snarky schemer.  Rabi-en-Rose is a snarky schemer whose main activity seems to be bothering Dejiko at work.  Puchiko is a small and quiet child and behaves accordingly.  And Gema is... something?  I have no clue, honestly, and neither does the fan wiki.  Other recurring characters fill stock roles such as “manager” and “otaku”.  A lot of the humor centers around poking fun at fandom.  It’s a show by, for, and about otaku from an era before our current internet culture, and since I’m a millennial and not from Japan, that makes it unusually hard to evaluate.

W/A/S: 8/2?/5?

Weeb: Chibis.  Catgirls.  Idols.  Kappas.  Kawaii verbal tics.  Akihabara.  Low-detail background characters who look like blobs or thumbs with faces.  Kanji left on-screen but untranslated.  Particular sorts of highly-exaggerated facial expressions we may have become familiar with through emoji, but which still haven’t made their way into American media generally.  This is ludicrously Japanese.

Ass: This really isn't that kind of show.  Although it is certainly designed for adults, as evidenced by the presence of phrases like “naughty doujinshi”.

Shit: The art is fun.  It has style shifts from comic strip to watercolor painting to mainstream 90s anime, and looks better than some of its contemporaries that were, uh, “real” shows.  The opening takes up about a quarter of the total runtime and gets annoying quickly (but that's because it’s clearly designed for being part of a broadcast block, not binge-watching).  Still, unless I’m missing hidden cleverness on account of not having the background knowledge, there’s not much to it.  It’s just okay.

-----

First Astronomical Velocity (band, active 2011-present)

Platform: Spotify, surprisingly

Okay, this one is a bit different, and I’m jettisoning the whole format for it.  Remember how I said the music-centered episodes of SoniAni were actually pretty good, even though the modeling-centered episodes were so offputting I never finished the show?  Well it turns out that First Astronomical Velocity, Sonico’s band, has released several IRL albums.  Physical copies may be a little hard to come by, but official uploads of a lot of their music can be found on Youtube and Spotify.  Do your musical interests include at least two of: string arrangements that would be at home in a particularly sappy movie soundtrack, 90s-00s alternative rock, synthesizer beep-boops, and that constricted cutesy Japanese women’s vocal style (you know the one I mean)?  Then this is for you.  They’re a pretty good... uh... alt-pop-rock band, I guess is what I’d call them.

-----

Interspecies Reviewers (2020)

Episodes watched: the entire 12-episode season

Platform: I plead the 5th.  But it’s getting a video release soon, so it will finally be legitimately available in English!

I started this year with a plot-light fanservicey animal-people show, and now I’m ending the year with... a plot-light fanservicey animal-people show.  But unlike Nekopara, this show had me cracking up, eagerly clicking “next episode”, and not complaining about the premise.  I’m sure a lot of people do have a problem with this show’s premise -- which centers almost entirely on various forms of sex work -- and I understand and respect that they will want to skip this show.

But for the rest of you: Interspecies Reviewers is a wildly-NSFW comedy about a group of fantasy world adventurers who gain fame and fortune reviewing brothels of different species.  I expected excessive nudity and fantasy tropes, but I didn’t expect to also get serious thoughts.  Like showing, in the golem and Magic Metropolis episodes, some of the unsettling problems that are looming IRL as deepfakes and sex robots are in development -- note especially the contrast between consensually and non-consensually basing automata on real people in those episodes.  Or the discussion in the last episode of how much riskier sex would be in a world without magic (i.e., ours).  This is a much smarter and more interesting show than you’d expect, considering that it has so much sexual content that it got dropped by two of the networks airing it and even its US distributor.

W/A/S: 5/10/4

Weeb: Although heavily influenced by the Western fantasy media canon of European mythology and Tolkien and tabletop RPGs, familiarity with the tropes of fantasy anime will help you “get” this too, as will familiarity with the -sigh- character dynamics and censorship practices of hentai.  Especially because it’s a comedy, there are probably also instances where I have completely missed topical references or wordplay that a Japanese person would get, but I can’t think of any specific instances right now of “there was clearly supposed to be a joke but I missed it”.

Ass: Look, this could not possibly have more sexual content without unambiguously becoming porn.  Genitals are (almost) always carefully hidden by viewing angle or conveniently-placed glowing (something lampshaded in one episode as an actual feature of one of the species they review), but otherwise, expect lots of nudity and almost nonstop crude humor.  Do not watch this with children.  Do not watch this with your parents.  Do not watch this with friends you don’t know well enough to know how they’ll react to something like this.

Shit: This show is better-made than it deserves to be.  It’s pretty dumb at points, but it’s fun enough to make up for it.  The art is consistent and pleasant, and the opening and ending themes are extremely fun, but it’s not a serious standout in any of those departments.  Also, I swear the background music is stock music, but I don’t remember what other show(s) I’ve heard it in before.

Stray thought: Crim is a precious and relatable cinnamon roll and I love them.

-----

OreSuki OVA (2020)

Platform: Crunchyroll

So, I know I didn’t cover the whole season in my initial review, but I still want to mention the hour-ish-long finale of this show, which was released straight to streaming.  Short version of the rest of the season: Joro starts to actually fall for Pansy, but a new challenger, Hose, appears.  He is irritatingly attractive and effortless at maintaining the right persona for the situation, leading Joro to describe him as “the main character”.  Hose is the sociopathic manipulator Joro wishes he could be, and Pansy, who has a bad past with him, clearly wants nothing more than for Joro to stand up to him.  But, since this is OreSuki, it’s not going to be handled simply.  No, instead, strap in for a grand finale of Joro and Hose competing in, and trying to manipulate through rules-lawyering, an absolutely ludicrous competition to win the right to date Pansy.  And, on top of it, we also get to finally see how Sun-chan got to be the way he is and what happened at that pivotal baseball game that set off the whole plot.  What has Joro learned from the experiences of the past season?  You’ll see!  And you’ll facepalm about it!

Really, you must watch this if you watched the regular season.

W/A/S: 6/5(!)/4ish

Weeb: Basically the same as I said before.  Gags referencing other Japanese media, anime and otherwise, and it's better if you’re familiar with the high school romcoms and harem comedies Joro thinks in terms of.

Ass (and slight content note): -sigh- Why does the camera need to be there?  Also, Joro, you just committed a little bit of sexual assault for the sake of this contest.  Stop.

Shit: I want to rate this overall better than I did the regular season because I think it’s an excellent finale overall because, even though it ends in a very “let’s leave everything unresolved” way that’s common in media that rely on absurd relationships to propel the plot, it does so in a way that makes sense in character.  I personally think it would’ve been stronger if it had, well, confirmed its title, and at least some of the other “challengers” had lost interest in Joro, but I guess they probably want a Season 2, since they have so much more source material to work from.  There are... oh god 14 light novels?!  That is too many.

-----

Your Name. (2016)

Platform: DVD

Two high schoolers -- small-town girl Mitsuha, from Itomori, and big-city boy Taki, from Tokyo -- find themselves in each other’s bodies for a day.  They both think at first it must be a very vivid dream, but when it happens again, and they start finding clues like notes they don’t remember writing and comments by friends and relatives about their out-of-character behavior, they realize the body swap is real.  This begins a relationship of mutual understanding that nobody else can really understand -- or would even believe (except Mitsuha’s grandmother, who is... familiar with this phenomenon) -- and the plot then pivots to a tense adventure where they use their connection, some crucial information Taki has, the skills of Mitsuha’s friends, and the intervention of Itomori’s patron deity, to save the town from an impending disaster.

And that’s all I’ll say about that, because I really do think this is something you should go into blind.  My only remaining comments are that (1) the red string of fate is critically important imagery, and is particularly interesting to me here because, if I took a particular scene correctly, Mitsuha made her own red string of fate from sheer necessity, which is a very different twist on that trope, and (2) I am now curious about the history of the body-swapping phenomenon in-universe.

W/A/S: 4?/2/2

Weeb: As mentioned above, symbolism of the Red String of Fate shows up throughout the movie, as do the occasional distinctly Japanese quirk like a wildly out-of-place vending machine or a café with dogs, and but for the most part it’s a cross-cultural story of understanding and dealing with someone else’s life, and of forming a connection other people don’t -- can’t -- truly understand, and to some extent of divides between urban and rural and modern and traditional that I think could play out in any country with just the local symbolism tweaked.  The significance and content of Shinto beliefs and practices depicted, particularly kuchikamizake, are made pretty explicit, so although foreign to the vast majority of the non-Japanese audience, I feel like this movie also has nearly no barrier to entry for people not familiar with the cultural context, so I don’t want to rate it very high on this scale.

Ass: Look.  It involves teenagers switching bodies.  What do you think they do?  Especially Taki?  But it’s played for laughs, not titillation.

Shit: This movie is beautiful and punched me in the feels and was very satisfying.  The closest I have to a complaint about any aspect of it is that the musical breaks that I guess are supposed to mark acts of the movie almost make it feel like binge-watching a short series instead of watching a single self-contained movie.

#weeaboo trash #anime review #mini-reviews #happy new year #di gi charat #first astronomical velocity #super sonico #interspecies reviewers #oresuki #Are You Really the Only One Who Likes Me? #your name

[fruit-teeth]

More TF2 OCs: the children

Okay, so...this is the result of me realizing that I have a lot of TF2 OCs who are children of various characters, and I wanted to just like...gush about them, I guess?? I haven’t made a post like this in a while and no one asked for it but I just wanted to have it here. These are in no particular order, and I may add on to the list but I’m not sure yet. There’s a lot of kids, and this took me a while to complete, so...yeah. Also, if you wanna see stories involving these characters, uhh let me know! I love writing for these little folks. 

Dee-

First appearing in my story Dumpster Diving, Dee is Sniper’s adopted daughter who he found abandoned inside a dumpster. Dee didn’t find out she was adopted until she was five years old, when Sniper showed her a picture of her birth mother and explained what happened. She wasn’t upset to find this out, and she’s never shown any interest in finding her biological family. While Sniper adopted her, Dee sees Scout as her other parent, as Sniper and Scout began dating when Dee was still a baby.

Dee loves nature, she’s very good with animals and she’s also very interested in marine biology. She has a bunch of books all about animals, and every Saturday she gets Sniper to drive her to the library to check out more books. She gets along well with other children but she’s somewhat introverted and prefers her alone time.

AJ-

AJ showed up for the first time in my story Avalanche, where he’s born. He came into the world very unexpectedly, but Sniper and Scout immediately accepted him despite everything. They raised AJ alongside Dee, and since then they’ve always seen each other as brother and sister.

AJ and Scout have always been very close, ever since AJ was born, and as a result, AJ developed a lot of interests like Scout’s, such as baseball, drawing and even Tom Jones. But AJ also took an interest in movies and movie making, and seeing this, Sniper bought him a video camera for his birthday. AJ loved it, but it got him into some trouble when he secretly filmed Spy (his grandfather) sleeping and then played it on the projector during their movie night.

Titania-

Titania has only appeared in maybe 2 stories of mine, but she was first mentioned Hiccup (though she’s unnamed in that one). Her parents are Heavy and Medic, who both treat her like a total princess. While she isn’t considered spoiled, it’s not a secret that her parents would move Heaven and Earth for her.

Titania is very well-behaved, she always seems to be in a good mood, and she’s also very social and talkative. She speaks three languages (German, Russian, and English), and she’s known how to use weapons from a young age, mainly for protection purposes. She spends a lot of time playing piano and generally has a fondness for music, which likely comes from Medic constantly playing records of all kinds around her as she’s grown up.

June-

I can only say so much about June, because if I gave every detail about her then I would spoil parts of my current story In the Wall, in which June appears. June is Miss Pauling’s daughter, born illegitimately and under very strange circumstances. Pauling cared for June when she was a newborn, but due to time constraints and her demanding job, Pauling eventually was forced to put June in someone else’s care. Luckily and seemingly out of the blue, Spy offered, and he took June in to care for her while Pauling got herself sorted out. June still sees Pauling regularly and knows that she’s her mother, and while the two are close June prefers spending time with Spy since she’s used to him.

June is very quiet and keeps to herself, although she’s known for being quippy and funny when she does talk. She always had difficulty making friends, but she eventually bonded with Dee over their shared love of animals. June likes Dee, although they don’t always get along due to June’s reserved nature. June’s ‘best friend’ is a tiny doll that she sewed herself and affectionately named The Denzel, and she’s often seen talking to it. This makes Miss Pauling very nervous, and she tries to convince June not to carry around the doll anymore, but June just ignores her. Spy doesn’t see anything wrong with it and thinks she’s just playing, but he keeps on eye on the situation.

Abraham-

Abraham (called ‘Abe’ for short) and his twin sister haven’t appeared in any stories of mine, not yet anyway. He’s the older twin child of Soldier and Zhanna, and although he’s always been somewhat small, this has never stopped Soldier from training him for warfare ever since the day he was born. Much like his sister and his cousin Titania, Abe has known how to use a gun ever since he was a toddler, although he can only use smaller guns since the recoil of a bigger one could possibly hurt him.

Abe is a very loud and rambunctious child, although he doesn’t always mean to be. Despite his vibrant nature, he’s actually very sweet and cuddly with everyone, especially his mother. He loves both of his parents but he’s very clingy with Zhanna, and while she didn’t mind this at first she’s starting to become a bit sick of it the bigger he gets.

Abe is obsessed with comic books and loves superheroes, to the point where he creates little stories about his favorite heroes and talks about them to whoever will listen any chance he gets. He even has a notebook, which is just full of pages upon pages of his stories and his superhero drawings.

Aleksandra-

Aleksandra (called ‘Sandra’ for short) is the younger twin of Soldier and Zhanna, and she’s the physically stronger one as well. Sandra really took after her father, immediately taking a liking to firearms and developing a strong love of America. Although Soldier encourages her and her brother to be as American as they can, Sandra and Abe are both bilingual, as they are fluent in English and Russian.

Sandra loves wrestling and watches it all the time, but as a result, she’s very pugnacious and prone to violence. It got to a point where she was just too rough with the other kids and accidentally ended up injuring AJ during a play-wrestling match, and afterwards, Zhanna had to scold her about it. Sandra tries to be more careful now, but it isn’t easy as she’s not a small girl at all. Despite her rough nature, Sandra does play with the other children but prefers to spend the most time with Titania, her cousin, who she considers her best friend.

Maria-

Maria has not appeared in any of my stories, although I plan to write about her at some point. Her background is very troubled, and she wound up in the Teufort Orphanage where she stayed until she was twelve years old. At twelve, she ran away from the orphanage but ended up meeting Engineer in a gas station. Engineer pitied her and eventually convinced her to go back to the orphanage with him, but when he saw the appalling conditions she was living in, he ended up adopting her. Maria didn’t like him at first since she felt like he was too intrusive, but eventually, she grew a fondness for him and now she’s just accepted him as her father.

Maria appears to have a rather hostile nature at first, but she’s really very loyal and kind. She’s also incredibly smart, namely in the areas of math and literature, although she doesn’t always show her intelligence off. She has a hard time fitting in with the other kids, as she’s significantly older, but she became a sort of big sister to them and helps them with their homework from time to time.

Cora-

Cora’s backstory is still a bit fuzzy, but I plan to write more of her in the future. Cora spent the majority of her life alone in the rural areas of Scotland with her ailing mother, but when she was six years old her mother died very suddenly. Cora, however, was found to be related to the DeGroot family, but when most of the family either wasn’t able to care for her or couldn’t be bothered to, Cora was sent to live with Demoman. Even though they were related, the two had never met and Cora was rather afraid of him at first and would hide from him a lot. Demo managed to win her over, though, luring her out of her hiding spaces with food or toys or funny jokes. Now, Cora looks up to him and follows him everywhere, and his influence helped her develop a better sense of confidence and self-esteem.

Cora discovered her love of explosives after spending time with Demo, although her interests lean more towards fireworks or an explosion that has vibrant colors. While Demo encourages her interests, Cora has been reprimanded several times by the other mercenaries for setting off her fireworks, since her fireworks would result in either disturbing the wildlife or destroying property. Cora found a different, colorful outlet, though, in watercolor painting, as she can be as colorful and wild with painting as she wants. However, fireworks are really what she prefers, and the Fourth of July quickly became her favorite holiday after she moved to the US. 

#this is all i got for now but #hope you like them #im gonna draw them at some point too #writing #my writing #long post #tf2 #tf2 sniperscout #tf2 heavymedic #tf2 soldierzhanna #tf2 ocs #so many kids #damn #my ocs

[awanqi]

Do you have any tips for artists who are just beginning to draw digitally 😀

I sure do! Based on my experience, here are some tips. Some are purely for digital, others are for beginner/and above artists, but I hope this can help as many people as possible! Your question was quite general, so correspondingly, I took it upon myself to answer with unnecessarily extensive and specific passages... and I am sorry 

Learn the fundamentals, which consist of color theory, perspective, composition, value, realistic anatomy (only if that’s your aim. I don’t want to say that realism is the only choice, because it really isn’t, but I will say that it is so much easier scaling down complexity than it is to build it up, plus, more knowledge won’t hurt, at least not in this case). Know the rules so you can safely break them.

Learn your program (and your tablet)! Doesn’t matter which one, there isn’t one that has a definite superiority over the other, the main point is that you have to stick with it, learn the tools and how they behave, learn the interface. It’s the same with traditional art, where you have to learn how to mix paint and choose brushes/canvas/ prime your canvas, take care of your equipment, etc. After all, digital art is just another medium, as different as watercolor is to oil. If you have the tools, use them. If you’ve got the ability to ctrl+z, color pick, whatever, do it! But obviously in moderation, like anything else. 

Despite the many differences programs can have, here are some things I’d recommend to do on whatever program you have.

Have a high resolution, I have it as 300 dpi. More pixels, more details

If your computer can handle it, have a larger canvas. Mine is usually around 12″ x 20″. It’s really big, though, and my laptop hates me for that lol

Make sure to have a computer with at least 8gb of ram installed (stupid of me to put this in with “tips”, but this is a recent issue of mine and I thought I’d share) if you decide to go with those settings that I’ve listed above. You can always have a smaller canvas to save on memory usage, but the 300 dpi, or at least 250, is recommended. If you’ve got photoshop as your program, 8gb is fine, but maybe don’t run any background programs like ... Chrome? SAI runs quicker, but not enough for 4gb of ram, so I guess for now, stick with 8gb.

As for the tablet, I’d recommend going for Wacom if you haven’t already. They’re the most commonly used, so they would have the most troubleshooting across the internet for if you’ve got some issues with the driver or whatnot. Some minor tips:

Draw for at least a week on your tablet (I assume you would start out with a tablet without a screen, so like, not a Cintiq) to get used to it. Draw even more on it, and it’ll be like second nature. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it!

If your program crashes before you can save your picture, and you’d worked so hard on it and it looked so good! don’t worry. You drew it once, you can draw it again. I read somewhere that when John Singer Sargent’s students painted something really well, he would trash it and tell them to paint it again. Not because he was a total dick (probably?) but it was because he wanted his students to have the ability to paint confidently multiple times, not just one time. Yes, your program crashing and you losing your work can destroy your fragilely rising self-esteem that you worked so hard to produce, but you can recover. Do the same next time and regain what you had, or even more advantageous, draw it even better than before. 

Don’t worry about not producing good art at the beginning, nobody does, I didn’t either (except Picasso, but he’s an anomaly. It’s really weird lol. but he ended up as a cubist so I think the universe retained its balance in the end) It’s about producing consistently rather than creating what you might think of as “a good piece” every once in a while, because the more you draw, the more you practice and then the more experience/knowledge and skills you gain. Of course, you should try your best at everything, just try not to be disappointed when your art doesn’t turn out the way you wanted it to. It’s going to do that sometimes. Keep working hard.

If you do somehow start up as quite skilled, great! Keep it up. Work even harder.

But, if you start at a mediocre level instead, like everyone else, it doesn’t matter. Work even harder! 

Bottom line is, work hard, work effectively. be patient. Improvement is sure to come.

Learn other people’s mistakes so you don’t commit them too. Self-explanatory, I think.

Do studies of all kinds of artists from all kinds of movements, especially those that appeal to you. Studies can be broken down into categories such as color or value. Old masters did studies of their generation of old masters! It’s a tried-and-true method of learning. I’d recommend to start out with realistic first, then to go to less realistic styles. (but my word doesn’t hold much merit, so you can do whatever you want! free will is a blessing haha)

Find the best way for you to practice. Some people like to be mechanical and draw something over and over again to learn it, others like to make sure to include what they’re weak at in every piece they do. Mainly, though, if you’ve got something to work on, take it piece by piece and work at it until you’ve got it down. One way might be quicker but less interesting, and another might be slower but less taxing and more fun for your mind. It’s your choice! 

Challenge yourself constantly, I read somewhere that if it’s not hard or if you’re not challenged, you’re not growing. Try new things, it can tell you a lot about the way you want to draw. 

Find what you like/love to draw. I used to think that I had to know how to draw full-scale environment pieces (like what you would see in concept art/visual development) and realism, only, and reject everything else that wasn’t full environment/realism (big mistake btw), to be considered a “good artist”, but have learned since that that’s not always the case. Many artists have their own thing that they do, and they do it well, like how Mucha didn’t need environments or a realistic background to be a good artist, and Frederic Edwin Church didn’t need to paint humans to be a good artist. 

Alphonse Mucha  

Frederic Edwin Church, The Icebergs, 1861, oil on canvas, Dallas Museum of Art, gift of Norma and Lamar Hunt. (Fun fact, I saw this in person! It was huge)

Granted, they each produced very different types of artwork when compared to each other, but in their own right, they were still good artists. 

So, as you can tell, the concept of a “good artist” is subjective, and for good reason-- because you’re supposed to decide what that concept would be in terms of yourself. As they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and blahblahblah 

:)

but I digress.

Lastly, the beginning is always going to be hard, and it might even suck, and you might even want to give up. But hey, that’s normal! If you really love it, don’t give up. A good piece of art by you is still waiting to be produced.

#that episode of twilight zone creeped me tf out and it was the last episode and first that I ever watched #asks #Anonymous

[ecotone99]

[TH, FN] -pigments

I love my husband.

I really do.

But lately he's behaving... odd.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I dislike odd, actually that could be the word to describe our marriage, but his behavior has been... not his.

We've been married five years, and I like to think that I'm part of the only few people that really know him; his parents died long before he met me and he only has a couple of friends left who he gets together with a few nights a month to catch up and have a few beers. But his behavior is different.

He used to hang out with a lot more people until I came around.

He lost a lot of friends when he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.

Apparently marrying a girl seventeen years younger makes you a pariah.

And even though I know he doesn't resent me for it, I know he misses them. And I can't blame him.

So shortly after we began our life together he found soothness and refuge in painting.

He has an incredible talent for it, he can create masterpieces with two or three brushes and a couple of paints. He even quit his job when he realized he'd make more money out of his paintings.

And I couldn't be more proud of him. He's an amazing artist.

But lately I worry about him.

He stopped going out. He used to go to the park near our house to paint, he used to spend hours there just watching the sky and listening the singing of the birds. He used to take me out on nice dinner dates and we'd drive for hours just to spend a weekend out of the house. But he stopped.

He stopped talking. We could talk for hours before going to bed, he'd tell me stories about his parents or memories of his childhood. But he stopped.

He stopped caring. Caring for himself and for me. He'd spend entire days just reading the same book in the living room floor, or hours upon hours perfecting a painting, days without eating, without showering, without even seeing me. He just... stopped.

And I wanted to know really bad why... but as you may imagine, he didn't tell me when I asked and I didn't know where to even begin to look.

I talked to his friends and they were as worried as I was, he wasn't talking to them either and one of them suggested he was just hooked into a painting.

I was so worried about him that I started buying that, because I didn't like to think that he was getting bored of me. And I didn't want to think that he was losing his mind.

One day I came home earlier, the day had been offly quiet, gray and cold, when I entered the house I got startled by the darkness inside, every light was off and every curtain was closed. The air inside got denser and the silence, louder.

I yelled his name but as usual, no answer came back, I started opening the curtains to let a little of dimmed sunlight in and went to see if he was in the study, where he painted, I passed by the kitchen and saw a bunch of mason jars on the counter, some of them were empty, some of them had water and some of them had paint inside.

The hallway was really dark, I turned on the light and walked ahead, the door was locked and I yelled his name again. I couldn't hear a thing and I was starting to fear. I ran to the kitchen where we kept the house keys and rushed to open the door.

The room was dark and the air felt heavy, I turned the light on and found him.

He was sitting on the floor, in the middle of the room.

All the furniture inside was put away in a corner and the only thing there in the middle with him was his easel, empty, no canvass.

The floor was filled with red paint, all over, as if he had moped around the room with just red, bright paint and he was sitting on it.

He turned around to see me when he noticed I was there, and smiled at me when he saw me looking at him. The grin adorning his face was one I had never seen before, and suddenly I felt tears running down my face.

Then I was sure of the one thing I didn't want to be sure.

He was losing his mind.

For a short time after the "red incident" as I named it he snapped out of his odd phase. He wasn't his old self but at least he stopped not being there.

He agreed going to therapy with me and went back to paint what he used to paint.

For a few days it was like living again the days where I first met him, those days of me working in my desk and smiling at the feeling of him staring at me across the office.

I was so glad and proud of him coming back to me that I didn't notice when it all started again.

He started locking himself up in the study to read that damn book that he always read and started not talking to me anymore and started not eating a bit and started not caring all over again.

And I wanted to do something again but I realized I didn't do anything the first time. I wanted to help him but I didn't know how. I wanted him to come back to me but I realized he never did in the first place.

He never came back. He just was there trying to make me believe he was okay. And I did.

Because I love him.

One night he came to bed and fell asleep in seconds, I woke up and for a while I just watched him sleep. I watched his face with paint smudges and his hands dirty all relaxed and I fell for him all over again. I so wanted to know what was going on. I so wanted to see what kept him away from me.

So I went to the study and locked myself up to find what was the thing that was so damn interesting and important and vital that he was letting himself rot in that room.

I found paints and discarded canvasses, I found dried brushes and empty paint tubes, I found dirty paper towels and watercolor paper. And I found the book.

The book he read so passionately for so many hours.

I opened it and I couldn't stopped myself for letting out a laugh.

It was full of nonsense. The pages were full of red scribbles and gibberish. Every single page was filled with nonsensical symbols and drabbles painted with red and orange and brown ink and none of it was readable.

I closed the book and let it down where I found it, wondering how on earth that book could make him be so interested. Questioning how that weird book could act so hypnotized.

I opened the door to go back to our room and he was standing there, he looked like he had waited for me outside, he wasn't looking at me. His face had no expression. I called him and he didn't answered, he didn't even acknowledge me.

I put my hands gently on his chest and moved them to his shoulders, trying to move him away of the doorway. When he felt my push he looked at me right into the eyes and smiled. It wasn't that weird grin he had given me the day of the red incident, it was his smile, his kind, warm and affective smile.

I smiled back at him and he cupped my face and for the first time in months he gave me a kiss.

And for the first time in months, that night we made love.

This morning I woke up blissfully happy, I turned to see him but I didn't found him, I saw the clock on his nightstand and noticed it was way past noon. I got out of bed and walked out to find him inside the study, I called his name and came to hug me, telling me he had a gift for me, I smiled and asked what it was as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room, he smiled back at me and showed me my gift.

It was a painting. A painting of us.

Inside the canvas we were embracing, completely naked, covered by ourselves, with a bright fiery red on the background.

It looked like we were floating in an infinite, moving, warming, astonishing, mesmerizing carmine sea.

I smiled so wide my cheeks began to sting, and he embraced me from behind asking me if I liked it.

I nodded and turned my face to see him. He kissed me and I felt like everything was back on track, like I could forget all that had happened in the last few months, like he was going to be the same man I had fallen in love all those years ago.

I wrapped my arms around his as I was letting myself get lost into his gaze when I felt some kind of clothing on his arm.

I looked down and saw a bandage covering his forearm, looked back at him and he smiled at me.

I asked him what had he done.

He muttered that he had put a piece of himself into the painting.

I felt my smile falling onto the floor, I looked at the painting and walked towards it to see it while asking why as he grabbed my arm.

The colors on it looked so attracting. And he said that he needed to be in the painting. And that he needed me to be on it too.

I turned to him and saw him gripping a kitchen knife really close to my arm.

I yelled no really loud and pulled off my arm so he couldn't cut me.

He looked at me confused and I told him not to touch me. He tried to grab my arm again and with my free hand I hit his hand to toss the knife away. I begged him to stop what he was doing and he got into his knees to look for the knife, that had fallen under the desk.

I walked slowly towards the door, feeling my throat hurt and my eyes sting and hating myself for wanting to cry.

He saw me trying to get out, he stood up and I ran, he ran towards me and pushed me to the wall.

I fell to the floor on my ass feeling my whole face numbing, I grabbed my nose and saw my hand full of my own blood. I felt my whole body shiver and the world spinning. I felt his arms embracing me and heard him apologizing to me. I turned to face him, gasping for air, crying my eyes out, shocked at what he did. He was also crying, like he knew what he had done, like he was feeling the pain I was into.

He looked at my bloody face and ran two fingers across the blood on my skin, staining them.

He let me sitting there in the middle of the hallway bawling in pain and I saw him running to the painting inside, my eyes were so filled with tears that I didn't see what he was doing. He came back to me and did the same on my face, ran his index and middle finger on the open skin of my nose, making me whimper in pain. He ran again into the room and once again came back, I shuddered, thinking he was going to palpate my wound again, but he didn't.

He grabbed my hand and made me look up to his face, he asked if I wanted to see it, telling me now it was finished.

I didn't know why but I nodded, so he helped stand up and walk into the room, I tried to wipe the tears away of my face, failing at it and hurting myself in the process.

We stood in front of the painting and it looked even more red. It looked more mesmerizing, more astonishing, more infinite. It looked hypnotizing. It looked... alive.

He asked me if I liked it, again.

And as I lost myself into the red pigments that adorned the painting, I said yes.

​

​

​

hi! this is my first post, i actually imagined this instead of studying for my test.

im sorry for any misspell or any context error, my first language is spanish :)

submitted by /u/danni_burgh [link] [comments] via Blogger https://ift.tt/2XrOC3F

#Blogger #Story

[faunafocus]

Stay Cool

Mr. GoldFish

Siamese

Forest Guardian

Peeking Through the Leaves

Favorite Animal  All cats, big and small.

Constantly on the move, young Dorelys Smits, also known as Adoris, finds herself going through Flemish, Belgium, the Netherlands, and all about the European continent. Multi-faceted, Dorelys considers herself a graphic, brand, and user-interface designer; web designer; illustrator; and photographer. Born in Brussels, the capital of Belgium, known as the melting pot of Europe, Dorelys currently resides in Dilsen, Belgium. As a self-taught, front-end web-developer, Dorelys enjoys working in multiple creative fields including illustration, drawing, digital art, design, web development, and even photography.

Dorelys has been creating ever since she was able to hold a pencil. Starting with creative squiggles and later developing into drawings of equines, her childhood obsession, Dorelys would draw continuously. “It had to be on paper; on walls was not permitted, bummer,” she jokes. “I literally drew for days without taking a break and now to think of it, I’ve never stopped drawing since.” After having her creative talents recognized, Dorelys was enrolled on scholarship in an academic creative study that ultimately influenced her to pursue an artistic course in her secondary education. “Thanks to the many drawings I made, I developed a great interest and passion in the world of arts.”

Upon graduating in 2012, Dorelys had experienced knowledge in branding, graphic design, and illustration work and began working as a freelancer. Taking commissions from copious companies, she found herself busy with various artistic projects creating websites, corporate identities, logos, and posters for events. Always yearning to discover more, however, Dorelys learned to successfully program in HTML and CSS and enrolled in a web-development class in 2016 to further her experimentation with web design and coding. “This class showed me all aspects of web-developing and was a real eye-opener to what could be done with websites,” she remembers. Now, Dorelys works in front-end development while furthering her career in digital arts. “My interest heavily shifted towards making illustrations and planning about making my own children’s book in the future,” she reflects.

Dorelys has found many successes in her current career. In 2015, she was the user interface and game designer for the mobile game, “One Way Up,” a game that featured a toony balloon avoiding the obstacles within a city. Dorelys created the fun, colorful game assets while designing a clean and functional interface, all within a charming, primary-colored aesthetic. Later, in 2017, Dorelys developed a UI design for the desktop application, “FTS Tracker,” an entertainment-based library application made for “movie freaks”. Dorelys was tasked with creating an easy-to-use and simple user interface. Most recently, Dorelys developed a new desktop application, “On Track,” a school synchronization tool. Designed for students, On Track kept school files updated and sent notifications to keep users organized. As the UI, graphic, and web designer, Dorelys created a user-friendly and modern interface, all with simplicity in mind. “Sleek, simple, and elegant designs are always of paramount importance to me,” she declares. Dorelys has also utilized her drawing skills, recently, and created illustrations for a children’s book titled, “The Good Witch.”

One Way Up

On Track

When illustrating, Dorelys works both traditionally and digitally and utilizes several different media. “I do not really have a favorite medium or techniques,” she explains. “I try to specialize a little bit in everything, exploring all sort of mediums and materials/techniques.” When working digitally, she favors Photoshop, Illustrator, and InDesign from the Adobe Creative Cloud Suite. Traditionally, Dorelys paints with watercolors and sketches with pencils and inks. Her works tend to radiate with vibrant colors within a stylized, simplistic style. “I tend to make my illustrations in a cartoonish or tattoo style but I always like to experiment with other styles when I feel like it,” she states.

In order to create her illustrations, Dorelys spends as much time as possible studying her subject matters, usually sketching and drawing cartoons and animals. Wildlife has always played a part in her life, beginning with her love of horses as a child and fostering as a general appreciation for nature. “When I was young, I used to watch National Geographic or other animal documentaries on television,” she recollects. Amazed by the curious lives animals lead, Dorelys enjoyed learning more about where animals lived and how they behaved. Fueled with inspiration, these glimpses of nature would lead to more sketching and drawing. “That ultimately really boosted my creativity,” she realizes. “Still, to this day, I love to watch or listen to animal documentaries when I feel uninspired or have a lack of focus on a project.”

Nature also influences another of Dorelys’ passions, photography. She enjoys venturing outdoors to take photographs with her Nikon D5500, usually focusing on macro shots that highlight the beauty of the Earth. Her portfolio is unified with soft, pastel colors and shallow depths of field. Backgrounds blur out of focus allowing the foreground to remain the sole focus of the photograph. Dorelys captures all of nature’s essence within her photographs, from animals and insects to trees and flowers.

Keep Smiling

Boat on the Waters 2

Springbees

Dorelys has been an active member of FaunaFocus since its launch in May 2017. Participating in several Free-For-All competitions, Adoris often shares her colorful digital work with the rest of the FaunaFocus community. In September 2017, she joined the group and offered her creative and streaming abilities to partake in the FaunaFocus Charity Host Train. This 24-hour event hosted 11 different artists and broadcasters in order to raise funds for the World Wildlife Fund’s endeavor to help the endangered tiger species by doubling the diminishing population by the year 2020. During this event, Dorelys illustrated a tiger portrait with complimentary shades of blues and oranges and filled with life with various leaves scattered within the background. At the end of 2017, Doreyls participated in the Holiday Art Trade and submitted a vibrant crystal owl, also depicted in hues of blue and orange.

Dorelys Smits

Owl

Overall, Dorelys lives to create. With such a diverse range of creative talents, she allows herself to find the perfect medium or technique to express herself. “The most favorite thing about my line of work is creating whatever I want, being myself, and time to relax!” she exclaims. “Every time when I make a new artwork or creation, it becomes my favorite until I make the next one.”

When offering advice for those looking to pursue their own creative endeavors, Dorelys is optimistic. “Always follow your dreams, even when people say that you’re not good enough.” She encourages anyone interested in a job in the creative field to join an artist community and connect with other artists. Ask for constructive criticism and learn from the advice of others. Don’t compare yourself to others, though, as that will impede your personal growth. Use your own progress as inspiration to fuel improvement. Together, we can help each other along this artistic journey.

          Featured Artist: Dorelys Smits (Adoris) Favorite Animal  All cats, big and small. Constantly on the move, young Dorelys Smits, also known as Adoris, finds herself going through Flemish, Belgium, the Netherlands, and all about the European continent.

#Art #Artist #Design

[jenniekessinger]

New Year, New Classes

I hope all of you had a Happy New Year! Here's hoping 2018 will be better than the last.

To start the new year, I decided to take two courses that I've been looking forward to for some time now. The first is the Make Art That Sells Assignment Bootcamp Plus . This is a course offered by Make Art That Sells, which is an international collaboration between an art agency, Lilla Rogers Studio, and an online education provider, Do What You Love. The course is a structured five month program of monthly assignments to help us build a strong body of work and Lilla's expert review on how to make our portfolio attract the jobs we want. I decided to take this course, in part, because one of my friends has been a featured, represented artist of Lilla Roger's Studio - Anne Bentley. She is an amazing artist and has been getting great illustration jobs since she became a finalist in the MATS Global Talent Search and has been represented by Lilla Roger's Studio.

The other course I decided to take this year is Liz Steel's Sketching Now Watercolour course. Liz is one of the two urban sketchers who have attended all of the Urban Sketchers Symposiums - and a really lovely person who I've taken a class with at the last Symposium in Chicago and sketched with in San Francisco this summer. Liz has an architecture background and loves sketching buildings. But, I really love how she incorporates watercolor into her pen and ink sketches. So, I was happy to take this course with her when it was announced. 

Sketching Now Watercolour is a six week course that focuses on providing students with a solid understanding of how pigment suspended in water behaves and a few specific strategies for using watercolour in a quick and spontaneous way will enable you to paint with more confidence out on location

Stay tuned to my blog for specific posts on each course as they continue. I can't wait!

[mysteryshelf]

BLOG TOUR -The Discombobulated Decipherers

  Welcome to

THE PULP AND MYSTERY SHELF!

DISCLAIMER: This content has been provided to THE PULP AND MYSTERY SHELF by Great Escapes Book Tours. No compensation was received. This information required by the Federal Trade Commission.

The Discombobulated Decipherers by Julie Seedorf

The Discombobulated Decipherers: A Brilliant, Minnesota Mystery Cozy Mystery 2nd in Series Self Published (November 21, 2017) Print Length: 195 pages ASIN: B076Z3YFYQ

It’s Christmas in Brilliant, Minnesota, and Brilliant is known for its glitzy Christmas traditions. A world-renowned Christmas pageant, the town square decked out with Santa’s Village and a live nativity scene bring visitors to Brilliant each year. Just as the tourists arrive, Jezabelle Jingle and her mystery writer friend, Miranda, find the body of Ernest the elf dead and wrapped in a bundle of Christmas lights in the town square. Is Ernest part of a new holiday puzzle the Discombobulated Decipherers need to solve? Or is dead Ernest part of a bigger plot? Will Jezabelle decipher the clues so Brilliant can celebrate Christmas in peace? Or will Jezabelle be the next gift-wrapped box under the village tree?

Interview With the Author

What initially got you interested in writing?

I always kept a diary even when I was very young. From there I would write poetry about my experiences especially in high school. Then we had a creative writing class one quarter in school and I got A’s, an. I found I loved to spin tales with my imagination and I was hooked.

What genres do you write in?

So far I have been writing in the Cozy Mystery Genre and some kid’s books but I have a serious book in the works for the future. I hope to branch out into more genres.

What drew you to writing these specific genres?

I actually didn’t know what a cozy mystery was when I wrote it. I wrote the book and then I was reading a book I thought sounded like mine and found Cozy Cat Press was the publisher so I sent my book in. I learned a lot cozies since then.

  How did you break into the field?

I call it God and a whisper from him. I was reading a book by Cozy Cat Press. On a whim I sent a query letter and they answered with wanting my manuscript. My manuscript was too short but they offered advice on fixing it and then said they might consider me for a contract. I did what they said and they accepted me into their publishing company authors.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

I want to take my readers away from the real world for a while and make them laugh and forget about their troubles. As I build my series I add more background and I hope feeling to my characters, bringing out characteristics which I hope we can all connect to. As both my series progress you will find what makes my characters behave the way they do. All of us are products of our past.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

My readers and the author friends I have made. Writing has opened up my world from small town Minnesota to even other countries by the people I have met and what I learn from them.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Editing, I am comma challenged and though I do ok with my manuscript I need someone to take a fresh look and fix my flaws. I want to write and not worry about whether I am correct. When the flow is going I can’t always control what comes out and taking the time to edit seems excruciating when I could be writing.

  What advice would you give to people wanting to enter the field?

Believe in yourself. Be able to take constructive criticism when others look at your piece with fresh eyes, but hold true to what you feel is right for you. You don’t need to write like your favorite author. Individuality is what makes each author’s books unique.

What type of books do you enjoy reading?

Well, of course I love cozy mysteries but I also love thrillers. And I read self-help books and devotionals too. I love to read and if a book is interesting it doesn’t always have to be a certain genre for me to pick it up. I get tingly in bookstores because I want to buy all the books.

Is there anything else besides writing you think people would find interesting about you?

At the age of 55 I learned to repair computers and worked in the field, eventually owning my own computer repair business which I retired from three years ago. I love technology, graphic programs and I can fix my own computers. You are never too old to learn. You just have to believe you can do it.

What are the best ways to connect with you, or find out more about your work?

Readers can visit my website at http://julieseedorf.com, my facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/julie.seedorf.author, my sprinklednotes blog at http://sprinklednotes.com, twitter: http://twitter.com/julieseedorf, or they can email me at [email protected]. I also write a column and they can find it each Monday at the Albert Lea Tribune. It is called Something About Nothing.

About the Author

As human beings, we are always a work in progress. From birth to death we live, hurt, laugh, cry, feel, and with all of those emotions we grow as people, as family members, and as friends. I am a dreamer and feel blessed to have the opportunity in my writing to pass those dreams on to others. I believe you are never too old to dream and to turn those dreams into a creative endeavor. I live in rural Minnesota and I am a wife, mother, and grandmother.

I have worn many hats throughout my lifetime such as working as a waitress, nursing home activities, office manager and finally computer repair person eventually owning my own computer repair business. I never forgot my love of writing and quit my computer business in 2012 after signing a contract with Cozy Cat Press for Granny Hooks A Crook, the first book in my Fuchsia, Minnesota Series.

Adding four more books to the Fuchsia Series, adding a new Brilliant, Minnesota Series and writing a column for local newspapers feeds my writing creativity.

I also dabble a bit in watercolor painting and hope to eventually add pictures to my children’s book series, Granny’s In Trouble.

Oh, and did I tell you I like to be a little bit silly.

Author Links:

Website: http://julieseedorf.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/julie.seedorf.author

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/julieseedorf

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/julie_seedorf

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/julieseedorf

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/julieseedorf

Sprinkled Notes Blog: http://sprinklednotes.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/JulieSeedorf

Merchandise from my books: https://www.zazzle.com/hermiony

Purchase Link – Amazon

a Rafflecopter giveaway TOUR PARTICIPANTS

December 7 – Babs Book Bistro – SPOTLIGHT, RECIPE – E-Book Giveaway

December 8 – Books a Plenty Book Reviews – REVIEW

December 9 – Books,Dreams,Life – SPOTLIGHT, RECIPE

December 10 – Laura’s Interests – REVIEW, CHARACTER GUEST POST

December 11 – T’s Stuff – INTERVIEW – E-Book Giveaway

December 12 – Cozy Up With Kathy – CHARACTER GUEST POST

December 13 – Lisa Ks Book Reviews – REVIEW, GUEST POST – Print Book Giveaway

December 14 – A Holland Reads – SPOTLIGHT

December 15 – Valerie’s Musings – REVIEW, GUEST POST

December 16 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book – SPOTLIGHT – E-Book Giveaway

December 17 – The Self-Rescue Princess – REVIEW

December 18 – Paranormal and Romantic Suspense Reviews – SPOTLIGHT

December 19 – StoreyBook Reviews – SPOTLIGHT, RECIPE

December 20 – The Pulp and Mystery Shelf – INTERVIEW

  Have you signed up to be a Tour Host?

Click Here Find Details and Sign Up Today!

Additional Banners

Related Post

BOOK BLAST BLITZ – Murder Unrenovated and A ...

FRIDAY SF & FANTASY – Esper Files: The Sky Cu...

BLOG TOUR – The Echo Man

FRIDAY SF & FANTASY – The Mercenary

.yuzo_related_post img{width:120px !important; height:110px !important;} .yuzo_related_post .relatedthumb{line-height:15px;background: !important;color:!important;} .yuzo_related_post .relatedthumb:hover{background:#fcfcf4 !important; -webkit-transition: background 0.2s linear; -moz-transition: background 0.2s linear; -o-transition: background 0.2s linear; transition: background 0.2s linear;;color:!important;} .yuzo_related_post .relatedthumb a{color:!important;} .yuzo_related_post .relatedthumb a:hover{ color:}!important;} .yuzo_related_post .relatedthumb:hover a{ color:!important;} .yuzo_related_post .yuzo_text {color:!important;} .yuzo_related_post .relatedthumb:hover .yuzo_text {color:!important;} .yuzo_related_post .relatedthumb{ margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; } jQuery(document).ready(function( $ ){ //jQuery('.yuzo_related_post').equalizer({ overflow : 'relatedthumb' }); jQuery('.yuzo_related_post .yuzo_wraps').equalizer({ columns : '> div' }); })

Tweet

BLOG TOUR -The Discombobulated Decipherers was originally published on the Wordpress version of The Pulp and Mystery Shelf with Shannon Muir

#shannon muir #pulp and mystery shelf