#thanks ethan becker
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So i gotta draw like this with grids and everything until i can just . do it 😢😢😢
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Several things: -LOVE your art, it’s amazing! Especially the one with Crowley and Aziraphale under the umbrella - which software do you use? Your art always look SO gorgeous (cheeky quote from GO right there lol) - how did you get so good at drawing?And thank you for encouraging other people to keep drawing and being so kind as I sometimes can’t help but compare my sketches to others and feel silly, but I guess it’s just a learning curve… Thank you so much for bringing your art to the world!😊
Thank you so much!!
I use Clip Studio Paint for drawing and Photoshop for small adjustments!
2. Haha thanks! Honestly...it's the hyperfixations. I managed to improve a lot in just a year because I've been drawing SO much cos there's so many shows and movies I became obsessed with that I wanted to create art for. So by drawing a lot I just naturally improved. For example these two Illustrations are just a year apart:
I actually didn't actively try to improve, it's been a while since I did proper studies (I just don't really have the time for it between freelancing and art school), it just happened.
But I can absoluetly recommend going on YouTube and look for some art tutorials if you actively want to start improving! There's some channels that helped me so much back then:
moderndayjames
Incredible shape language and super insightful tutorials on all kinds of topics! I learned so much from him.
Ahmed Aldoori
So many awesome tutorials on so many different areas of art. Love it.
Marco Bucci
Incredible tutorials on color theory and understanding how color works in general! Learned SO much from him!
Sinix Design
The OG tutorials I began learning from. I watched his videos religiously as a teen. I adore his painterly style and adopted it in some way, haha.
Ethan Becker
This dude sometimes drops these tiny art tips that just completely blow my mind and that I adopt immedietly. He's super entertaining but also such a great teacher.
And I can also recommend checking out this book by James Gurney if you want to get better at colors!
And for anatomy I highly recommend the Morpho books!
But improvement doesn't only come from drawing a lot. A lot of the time I don't draw for a while and just study the world and artists around me and suddenly I improved when I get back to drawing. Don't ever overwork yourself to the point that you don't enjoy what you do anymore. Take breaks and listen to your body!
I learned to try and not compare myself to other artists, which helped a lot. Through conventions and social media I made so many lovely artist friends and realized how we're all struggling in a very similar way. A lot of us don't even really know what we're doing most of the time, haha. But we help each other out, it's such a wonderful community. I think when you're not actively part of the community it tends to feel like other, more successful artists are some kind of art gods that have perfected the craft and never struggle. But believe me, all the artists you admire go through rough times all. the. time. Sometimes what they do feels easy and natural, other times (more often than not) it feels like you have to try and learn how to walk all over again and you start to doubt your abilities. I personally go through that so many times.
So what I'm trying to say is that instead of comparing yourself to the artists you admire, learn from them instead. Ask questions, befriend fellow artists, study the artists you enjoy and just have fun with it!
And finally I thought it would be fun to share some of my horrendous Johnlock fanart from a decade ago for some motivation:
I hope my answer didn't overwhelm you, but I thoight it would be nice to give a more detailed answer!
Have a wonderful day and keep drawing! :)
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I haven’t seen any billy loomis content on your blog ,,, would love to see some smut of him! nothing specific, I know you’ll write something good!
devil in disguise.
➾ pairing ; billy loomis x fem!reader.
in which billy decides to visit you once your father leaves for his shift — but there’s an additional element.
FORMAT: one-shot — requested.
WORD COUNT: 6.7K.
WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), loss of virginity, rough sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, sex during a storm, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), heavy knifeplay, billy is a little deranged in this, begging, creampie, cumplay, bloodplay, tiddy sucking, mild body worship, biting, hickeys/marking, choking, hair-pulling, finger sucking
AUTHOR’S NOTE: not gonna lie, I was suffering from billy brainrot and this emerged from my brain. I love him so much !!! I do want to write some more mickey & ethan landry content too, but I do need to tell y’all about my new influx of blorbos lately LOL! love you all so much and thanks for your continued support! Means the world to me!
Whenever it rained in California, you considered it to be a once-in-a-lifetime occasion — wisps of black clouds fluttered overhead, accompanied by the haze of an overcast sky. Even for the evening, the skies were unnaturally dark, making it seem like nighttime altogether. The scent of encroaching dewdrops drifted through your bedroom.
“Honey?” Your father gently tapped his knuckles against the white pane of your door, dressed in his police uniform. “Mind if we talk?” He asked, clearing his throat. The badge of the Woodsboro Sheriff’s Department glistened on his ironed shirt.
With the recent killings of Casey Becker and Steven Orth plaguing your school, your father had reason to be concerned. He was the Chief, after all — he was cleaning up mess after mess, investigating these murders without any leads. Stress shimmered upon his features, showing up as heavy bags underneath his eyes.
You swiveled around within your seat, busying yourself with homework for the evening. Books were strewn across your desk, accompanied by a computer that barely ran nowadays anyway.
“Sure,” You cleared your throat, awkwardly shuffling away from your chair to the edge of your bed. “What’s up?” The relationship with your father was somewhat tenuous — being the daughter of a police chief came with unwanted attention and his constant overprotective nature.
“You know about the murders,” He began, looming in the doorway of your bedroom. His countenance glistened with a thinly-veiled anxiousness, but also a bit of fear. You rarely saw your father show anything remotely close to terror, but here he was. “About your classmates.”
“Yeah,” Your brows furrowed together — where was he going with this? “You don’t want me to leave the house anymore, do you?” An exasperated sigh escaped you, but he immediately shook his head.
“No, no. I just think …” He clicked his tongue. “No visitors for a while, not until we clear everyone at the school as a suspect.” A sinking feeling pooled within the pit of your stomach, accompanied by disappointment. It meant that your boyfriend couldn’t come over — indefinitely.
Billy Loomis was a mysterious boy, cunning and charming with a silver tongue — he constantly wrapped you up in it, time and time again. He’d broken up with Sidney Prescott last year, not long after her mother had passed away. He was more than good to you, but your father wasn’t convinced.
His suspicion of Billy wasn’t subtle whatsoever, and it irked you at times. You’d gotten into several arguments about the morality and character of your paramour, and your father had inevitably relented, letting you date him — but there was always protest involved.
“I think you want to say Billy, Dad.” You uttered, lips curling into a sour frown as you stomped back to your chair with an indignant huff. “You’ve always disliked him. This isn’t about anyone else I hang out with — it’s about him.” Your tone became clipped and volatile, prompting you to return to studying.
Chief Burke let out a deep sigh, knowing he’d upset you with this news. “We’ll talk about that later,” He murmured, checking his watch with a thin-lipped expression. “I have to get going to the station.” Your father stepped forward, attempting to press a kiss against the top of your head — but you’d flinched away.
Gritting your teeth together, you attempted to maintain a shred of kindness towards your father. You wanted to explode, but it wasn’t a good time. He was under a lot of stress. “Love you.” You sighed, grabbing your pencil as you returned to writing something down in your notebook.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
From behind the curve of your shoulder, you watched as your father retreated from your bedroom, shutting the door behind him in the process. A twinge of guilt flickered through you, and you couldn’t help but feel like the villain. Your mother was out on work-related business, and your father was drowning away in work.
Oftentimes, you were left to your own devices, absorbed in school, hanging out with your friends, or spending time with Billy — but that was all on an eternal hiatus, it seemed. You pressed your tongue against the inside of your cheek, stepping toward your door. The house was eerily silent, just you and the encroaching thunderstorm.
A clap of thunder rattled the skies, causing you to nearly jump out of your own skin. Goosebumps formed along the column of your spine as you crept down the stairs, traipsing towards your kitchen. Being home alone had a plethora of perks — the alcohol being one of them. If your father knew about all of the underage drinking, he’d likely have a heart attack.
There were so many things that he didn’t know about.
A brief flash of lightning illuminated your surroundings, casting the kitchen in a quick burst of white. You opened up the refrigerator, carefully removing one of your dad’s Abita’s from the side door. After rattling around in the cupboards, you found the bottle opener, popping open the amber lager as a stream of vapor emerged from the top.
You were swift to retreat back upstairs, latching your bedroom door in the process. You placed the beverage along the edge of your desk, listening to the atmospheric deluge of rain pattering outside, falling against the rooftops. You left your window open, lulled into a sense of comfort from the stormy evening.
A sharp thump reverberated against the side paneling of your house, prompting you to rock forward. Normally, you wouldn’t have given it much thought, but considering that someone was killing your classmates, it filled you with a pang of dread.
Hesitant, you crept toward the window, and through the haze of rain and darkness, you noticed a figure moving against the tall wall of lattice that climbed around the back of your home. You squinted, head canting to one side as you realized who was sneaking around.
Billy’s soaked frame appeared before you within an instant, still scaring you as a strangled gasp escaped your lips. “Billy!” You squeaked, lips parted as you noticed his hair, slick and plastered to his skull. The blue-and-white flannel he wore atop a white t-shirt remained stuck to him like a second skin.
“Hey,” He greeted cooly, flashing you one of those little smiles that made butterflies erupt within your stomach. Those warm, earthen-colored hues shamelessly flickered across your attire, finding some sort of attraction in the long-sleeved nightgown you wore. “Cold?”
“Not really,” You mused, nibbling along your lower lip as he ogled the still-icy beer sitting atop your desk. A bemused chuckle left him as he sauntered forward, head cocked to one side. “You’re soaked. Did you walk all the way here?”
“Thought I’d walk, but I wasn’t expecting the rain,” Billy murmured, taking a hold of your drink. “A little brazen, don’t you think? Aren’t you worried that your father might arrest you for underage drinking?” He teased, mouth curling into a playful grin as he took a swig of lager.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” You chimed, nose wrinkling in amusement as he passed the bottle to you. With a brief exhale, you took a drink of lager, feeling the bitter twang of alcohol swarm your mouth as you swallowed. “Do you need me to throw anything in the dryer?” For someone soaked to the bone, Billy remained unphased.
He shook his head in dismissal, clicking his tongue soon afterwards. “No,” Billy’s brows furrowed together for a moment, and then he peered toward the door. “Your old man not around tonight?” Normally, he was always quiet for your sake — and you were often a ball of nerves, but you seemed so carefree tonight.
“He’s gone until the morning.” It was a declaration and a not-so-subtle hint — you could stay. Your relationship with Billy was still somewhat new and flourishing, but you were hoping that it would only continue to intensify. You hadn’t really done much of anything outside of making out and touching. He was patient with you, too.
Billy hummed, gaze surveying your bedroom with a sheen of curiosity. He often searched for new details or anything he found intriguing. His fingertips grazed across your quilted bedspread, and then toward the open window. “Do you like thunderstorms?” He asked. “Or do you keep the window open for me?”
“Would it make you feel better if I said both?” A bubbly burst of laughter escaped you as you tidied up your desk, putting your studying aside for the time being. You enjoyed the lightheartedness of it all despite the dour weather and less-than-savory conversation you’d had with your father twenty minutes prior.
His footsteps were light across the carpeted floor until he approached you, palm cupping your jaw with a certain level of care. At the very beginning, he asked you for everything — for a touch, for a kiss. You didn’t want him to ask nowadays, careening into the warmth of his hand as he brought you in for a kiss.
This bout of shyness always rippled through you whenever he was near — his presence was so enigmatic and overwhelming in the best of ways. He smelled like a smoky cologne, accompanied by the scent of dewdrops. You shivered when his arm crept to your hips, lightly massaging at your waist over the cotton of your nightgown.
Billy was an incredible kisser — always walking a fine line of soft and voracious. You wondered what it would be like for him to really give in. It was a fantasy that had crossed your mind more than you could count. His head tilted slightly, thumb tracing over your chin before he withdrew, stare bleeding with a thinly-veiled desire.
“You’re beautiful,” He uttered reverently, idly dragging the pad of his thumb across your lower lip. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Billy’s voice was husky, an alluring drawl that was barely above a whisper. It sent a shudder of delight cascading down your spine, anticipation pooling within the pit of your stomach.
A brief sigh left you, trapped within your throat as you tilted inward, hands pressed against his chest. The material was damp underneath your palms, not that you cared. He had snuck through your bedroom window countless times — but it felt so much heavier this time around, given your father’s stark statement of not wanting you to see him.
You ducked your head, heat crawling across your body as you chewed at your lower lip. Billy knew that you were smitten, and he devoured every scrap that he could, but something felt off, as if you had something to tell him, dancing upon the tip of your tongue. “Hey,” He murmured, titling your chin up to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just …” You couldn’t lie to him. Billy had this radar for bullshit, able to see right through you, pierce your armor with ease. “It’s my dad, that’s all.” Admittedly, you were hesitant to reveal the truth, considering that Billy sometimes had a strong reaction to things.
Billy had a feeling that your father had it out for him — an intelligent man, to be certain. Of course, such suspicions were true, but he wasn’t about to make that known. A huff of laughter escaped him, followed by another debonair grin. “What, does he want to arrest me?” He mused, pressing a string of soft kisses along your jaw.
“Something like that,” You mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled incredible, like a dusky night, drawing you in with his magnetizing pull. “He doesn’t want me to see you right now because of all of the killings and stuff.” The confession felt like a weight within your chest, but oddly enough, Billy didn’t seem too angered by this.
“Does he think I’m a suspect?” Billy questioned, point-blank. His tone became rather blunt, but still held that little shred of amusement. In the grand scheme of things, he was on the right track — unbeknownst to you, of course. It would stay that way.
“I don’t think so. He’s just skeptical, I guess. It’s his job.” You hesitated, drawing away just enough to get a look at your boyfriend’s handsome visage. “I just don’t want you to feel threatened or feel like you can’t come around. I don’t care what he says — I want to be with you.” You murmured, brows furrowing together.
His jaw tensed, gaze incendiary and oozing with a lasciviousness as he pressed a lingering kiss to your mouth, fingers idly stroking aside some of your hair. Billy had grown very fond of you, but with that, there was always some twisted desire to corrupt — the obsession that blossomed with it all.
“You have me,” Billy exhaled, body pressed against yours, hands pinning you close. “This all feels a little defiant, doesn’t it?” His tone had dropped an octave, akin to a delicate purr as he brushed his mouth against yours. You leaned in this time, pressing your lips against his as you chased after that sensation with a fervor.
“Yeah,” You whispered, feeling a newfound thrill churn within your stomach, coupled with exhilaration. “Can you stay tonight?” You asked, fingers gently weaving themselves into his mousy tresses, tugging at the hair around the nape of his neck.
His head cocked to one side as he arched an eyebrow. “I thought I couldn’t,” Staying implied one thing — sex. You had never propositioned it until now, let alone entertained the thought. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.” He didn’t want to rush anything or pressure you into something that you weren’t prepared for.
The constant feeling of doom hung over you — religion and saving yourself had always been a point of contention in your family. You were worried that Billy would leave you if he had you, but you knew that wouldn’t be the case. You were ready to have your first time and have it be with him.
Your head began to bob in a little nod, heat creeping across your body as it blossomed within your cheeks with a burning sensation. “I want you,” You whispered, breath hitching within your throat. “I — I need you, really. I don’t want you to go, Billy.” You mumbled, nearly gasping when his hand began to caress along the curve of your thigh.
“Are you sure?” Billy asked, brows knitting together in a moment of concern. “We don’t have to do anything intense,” He reassured, pressing another kiss against your jaw, and then to your neck. “I don’t want you to feel rushed.” Admittedly, he wanted nothing more than to touch you, to take your virginity, make you feel good, but it needed to be on your terms.
It felt good — the spark of retaliation and rebellion against your father, seeing Billy again in such a secretive fashion. You knew that if anyone found out, namely your parents, you’d be in a world of trouble. Fortunately, it was just the two of you and an empty house.
“You’ve been really patient with me,” You murmured, a soft sigh drifting from your lips as you sank forward into his embrace. “I want this.” Billy’s constant chase for consent and ensuring your comfort was beyond attractive, and you were thankful for it, but this was long overdue.
A soft laugh burst forth from his chest as Billy stroked at your cheek, calloused fingertips traveling across the delicate plane of your visage. “I would wait for as long as you wanted me to.” He uttered, gaze shifting from affectionate to incendiary, simmering with an unmistakable sensuality.
He was so good to you — your ex-boyfriend paled in comparison to Billy Loomis in more ways than one. “I know,” You sighed, lips twitching into a smitten smile as your digits plucked at the damp fabric of his shirt. You pressed another chaste kiss against his mouth. “Should I shut the window?”
Billy clicked his tongue, mouth twitching into a faint smirk. “No,” He swept strands of hair behind your ear, cradling your cheek within his warm palm. “You’ll have to be quiet. You think you can handle that?” The little evocation of a challenge was prevalent — your insides turned to metaphorical mush as you shivered.
“I can’t promise anything.” Your voice was wrought with excitement, barely above a whisper. The blood was rushing to your head and heart, hot and fervent as Billy gently guided you toward your bed. His smirk morphed into a wolfish grin, unable to tear his eyes away from you.
As he placed you down against the mattress, atop your quilted bedspread, he crawled in between your legs, lips hungrily returning to kiss you. He tasted like a lick of amber lager, intertwined with breath mints and the hint of cigarettes. Your heart began to beat faster as Billy’s hand rubbed along your thigh, digits flicking at the hem of your panties.
The ambiance of the thunderstorm outside provided a rather atmospheric setting, on top of the dim lighting throughout your bedroom. Rain noisily pounded against rooftops and the surrounding neighborhood, as if masking the salaciousness of your actions. Your hands pushed at his flannel, and he took it off, along with his white t-shirt.
“May I?” You whispered, eyes wide and mesmerized as Billy let out a brief chuckle. He was so painfully handsome, especially when he smiled — it only served to make you squirm, goosebumps erupting underneath his wandering touch.
“You’re sweet,” Billy murmured, voice deliciously husky as he pressed a kiss against your mouth, teeth playfully snagging your lower lip. The sheepish, stupefied reaction you had was well worth it, prompting him to grab one of your wrists, steering your hand to wherever you wanted it to go. “I want to see you.”
His composure was beginning to crumble, foundation being chipped away at. You were so infectious, like a fever, and Billy only wanted more. He had to restrain himself from being rough, watching with lustful eyes as you sat up a little bit.
You shivered when his hands slipped underneath your nightgown, curling into the hem as he helped you take off the lengthy, frilled garment. Billy licked at his lower lip, hooded stare eating you alive once you were stripped of that coverage. The pastel brassiere and panties you wore were just in the way.
“Lay down.” Billy husked, presence exuding a domineering edge without even trying. You silently obeyed, breath hitching within your throat as he covered your body with his, all sinewy muscle and tan skin. His mouth clashed with yours, voracious and all-consuming as he kept himself propped up with one arm.
Curious, needy digits found their way to your chest, groping and kneading at your chest over the material of your bra. “Billy.” You sighed, moaning into his mouth when he bit at your lip again. It was sharp and somewhat painful, but admittedly, you found that minuscule prick of discomfort to be exciting.
With a brusque tug, Billy’s palm circled around your bare breast, massaging at the sensitive flesh as he tugged at your nipple. Your hands flew to the nape of his neck, dragging through his hair as his mouth tore away from yours, only to find their purchase against the slender column of your throat.
Your flesh was velveteen underneath him, warm to the touch as he began to suckle against the sensitive flesh of your jugular. Teeth and lips created a series of marks — some were more obvious than others. A clap of thunder caused you to jump, a soft gasp escaping you as your body clashed with Billy’s.
His grin was tangible, like an imprint seared into your collarbone as he peered at you with those shimmering brown hues. “Scared?” He murmured, flashing those pearlescent teeth in a brief grin. Billy felt your skin erupt with goosebumps, creeping like a wildfire across your body.
“No,” You protested, tongue absentmindedly swiping across your lower lip. You gently tugged on his hair, hands wandering about until you were cupping his narrow face within your palms. “You’re so perfect.” A soft, enthralled sigh escaped you as he stared down at you.
That calculating, searing gaze would have burned right through you if it were possible — you could feel the desire that oozed from eyes alone. Billy turned his head, planting a kiss against your palm as he grabbed your wrist, fingers tangling with yours.
“You’re beautiful,” His voice dipped into a low, lascivious purr, a delicious octave that made you shudder. “You’re mine.” Billy uttered, and for a moment, there was something dark and innately possessive within his voice, something that you hadn’t heard before. While some might’ve found it strange and obsessive, you were hooked.
You swallowed the growing lump within your throat, feeling his lips press against yours again with a vigor and urgency. Silence drifted between the two of you, but the intensity and desire only seemed to amplify. His kisses were ravenous and passionate, accompanied by teeth and tongue.
“Take this off,” Billy murmured in between kisses, tugging on your brassiere for emphasis. His digits deftly felt along your body, ending up between your legs as he began to touch you. You were barely able to unclasp your bra without squirming and wriggling, hips jolting forward. “Hold still for me, baby.”
Inclined to obey, you ceased your movements, breath hitching within the back of your throat as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of your panties. You felt absolutely pathetic, already wet from just the tension and kissing alone. With this discovery, Billy grinned, letting out a soft laugh as his digits ghosted along your cunt.
“You’re wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet,” Billy crooned, pressing a heated, sloppy kiss against your collarbone. His other hand torturously tugged and caressed at your breast. “So sweet.” He uttered, nipping at the soft flesh of your chest.
You moaned, body set ablaze as he dragged two digits along your cunt, allowing them to sink inward as he briefly touched your clit with his thumb. “Billy,” You whimpered, legs parting for him as he settled between them, reveling in your pleasured expression. “Please, please don’t stop.” You wanted to cry.
A low hum emerged from his chest, mouth pressing gentle, lasting kisses around your breast. “You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, taking your hardened peak into his maw as he sucked at your nipple. Those experienced, quick fingers developed a rhythm as he stroked along your slit, thumb lazily circling your clit.
Billy could only imagine what you’d be like if he were rough with you — if he had a knife in his hand, licking the blood from your swollen mouth. The thought alone made his cock throb within his jeans, but he would save it for another time.
As he bent you to his will, making you submit with his fingers alone, your body viscerally reacted to his ministrations, back beginning to arch. “B—Billy,” You sighed with passion, goosebumps beginning to coalesce along your spine. “God, feels so good.”
Innocent — that’s what you were. Vulnerable and pious, something to covet. Billy wanted to possess you, breathe you in, control you.
Akin to a canary trapped within the talons of a predator, you squirmed with delight, desperate for his embrace. His digits dipped toward your warm entrance, teasing you with gentle prod. “I’ll try to be gentle,” He crooned. “You make it so hard for me. Just relax.” Billy mumbled, teeth grazing your nipple as he licked at your sternum.
You nodded, stomach churning with molten heat as you felt some pressure. Your fingers dug into the nape of his neck, leaving behind crimson crescents as he kissed along your stomach. His digits sunk into you with some resistance, pushing into your tight cunt. A wanton moan escaped you, mouth agape.
It was a foreign sensation, but you savored every second, cunt clenching pathetically around his fingers as he began to find a sluggish rhythm. Billy kissed his way toward the heat between your thighs, tongue raking liquid heat over your aching core.
A spasm ran through you as a choked whine escaped your mouth, countenance rippling with surprise. “O—Oh,” You croaked, awash with delight as his mouth carefully roamed over your slick cunt. He began to lick and lap at your core — slower, at first — more exploratory. “Billy!” You squeaked.
The myriad of sensations you were experiencing were excruciatingly pleasant. It was pure bliss, feeling his lips caress your slit, digits steadily pumping their way in and out of you as he toyed with your clit. Every mewl and moan only spurred him on.
Something dark and alluring danced within his eyes, and when you lazily rolled your head to look down, his stare could’ve burned right through you. A flash of lightning only contributed to his sinister countenance, lips twitching into a smirk as he lapped at your cunt.
Billy ate you out like a man starved, touching you in places that you’d only dreamed of. His tongue was hot, raking hot embers over your slit as he showered you in endless attention. A strangled gasp escaped you as his fingers stilled, nose bumping against your clit.
His palm splayed out along the meat of your thigh, nails digging in, fingers pressing down hard enough to leave behind bruises. You clawed at his hair, hips lurching forward, but he pinned you down without hesitation, shivering at the sound of your sweet, innocuous moans.
Part of you wanted him to be rough, to really show you how much he desired you. Every fiber of your being ached for him in a way that made you itch, heat crawling across your supple flesh. “You can be rough,” You whispered, feeling the subtle hitch in his throat, tongue stilling atop your clit. “Billy.”
Billy’s jaw tensed, gaze dancing with a subtle malevolence, intermingled with obsession. His darker side often festered under the skin, but when you asked him to be rough, he knew he needed to be careful. He didn’t want to hurt you or scare you away with his potential antics.
“You want me to be rough?” His tone emerged as a low purr, murmured into the pliant meat of your inner thigh. Billy’s teeth suddenly nicked flesh before he licked at your cunt again, grazing your clit in an effort to tease you. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” It was more of a warning than anything else.
Maybe he was right — you hadn’t the slightest clue of where this could lead.
Whatever darkness you saw, part of you viewed it as an act, as a facade for the sake of intimacy. Nonetheless, you still wanted him to be a little more forceful with you. As much as you savored his gentle streak, you wanted the intensity and the heat of the moment.
He wanted to let you stew on it for a little while, lips greedily pursing around your clit as he began to suck a the sensitive clutch of nerves. Billy’s fingers pushed themselves inside of you again, evoking a barrage of pleasured whines and moans from you. It very nearly derailed your train of thought.
With quivering digits, you reached for his hair again, raking through his tresses with a fervor. Billy felt you tug and pull, which only served to spur him on as he finger-fucked you into a blissful oblivion. It was intermingled with delicate licks to your clit, causing you to writhe in-place.
“I’m close,” You whined, hoping that he would keep going or be rough. Part of you wondered why he was so hesitant, but you didn’t want to push the matter. “Billy, please don’t stop!” With a shrill cry, his ministrations only intensified, fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt.
Billy gazed at you with eyes that almost appeared black, simmering with an unrestrained desire. “Yeah?” He purred, lips dutifully returning to suck and lap at your clit. The sensations were mind-numbing, nearly overwhelming as your stomach surged with a churning heat.
He curled his digits inside of you, letting you simmer on that sensation alone before he stopped. Billy finger-fucked you, accompanied by the tantalizing movements of his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of you, delighted to lap at your sweet cunt.
You nodded several times over, bucking toward his mouth as he continued to kiss and suck at your clit. Billy led you into the white-hot abyss of your orgasm, digits drenched in your slick as he withdrew, licking at his lower lip.
The pleasure was almost blinding, body hot and borderline feverish as you attempted to regain your composure. Your chest rose and fell with quick pants, mouth dry as Billy crawled up, covering your body with his as he placed two fingers against your lower lip.
“Open,” It wasn’t a question — it was a demand. Billy’s countenance had become shadowed, jaw tense as he watched you sheepishly open your mouth. You felt filthy for doing something like this, visibly flustered as his digits landed upon your tongue. “Only right if you have a taste.”
You shivered, a noise stirring within your throat as you began to suck, able to taste yourself in the process. He seemed delighted, lips twitching into a subtle smirk as he made you continue to his satisfaction.
“You sure you want this?”
His question was sharp and succinct, annunciated with something penetrating. Billy knew that if he went to his roots, to become something close to who he really was, he ran the risk of scaring you away. Brown eyes bored into you, hawkish and calculating as you withdrew his fingers from your mouth.
“Yes,” You replied, wondering what exactly he had in-mind in terms of being rough. “I trust you.”
A big mistake — your naïveté was laid bare, stretched out along your sleeve. Billy was untrustworthy, a sinister force with the means for destruction, but you were none the wiser. He liked your innocuous nature, the sweetness that oozed from every pore.
“Stay here.” Billy murmured, slipping off of your bed as he made for your bedroom door. You very nearly questioned him, wanting to know where he was going, but a rancorous clap of thunder effectively silenced you as you sank down into your mattress.
You counted — Billy was only gone for three minutes.
When he emerged through your bedroom door, it almost didn’t feel like the same person — not your charming, debonair brown-eyed boyfriend. He seemed possessed, as if something else had grabbed ahold of him. The glint of silver sparkled within his right hand, and that’s when you saw the large kitchen knife.
Something heavy swirled within the pit of your stomach — exhilaration intermingled with fear and uncertainty. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you, but being rough was a different matter entirely. You gulped, throat thick as Billy moved toward the edge of your bed, available hand grabbing your thigh.
He dragged you close, looming over you with a shimmer in his eyes that told you he was still mostly himself. Even then, that pang of terror gripped you as he prodded the tip of the knife into your thigh.
“Billy,” You exhaled, goosebumps forming underneath the knife’s sharp blade. He continued to trace it across your supple flesh, moving it along your hip bone until he let it ghost above your stomach. “Want you t—to fuck me.” You stammered.
“You want me to fuck you?” Billy murmured, leaning inward, knife in-hand. You felt the blade jut into the swell of your breast, causing you to shudder from the icy chill of the steel. “Maybe I’ll gut you with this, instead.” He stated, though his voice held some modicum of playfulness to it, just enough to ease your nerves.
The doe-eyed look you wore made him frenzied — he wanted nothing more than to see you like this all the time. Billy hastily reached down, unbuckling his jeans with a sudden haste as he crawled on top of you, sticking the tip of the knife into your ribcage.
You gasped, and when you attempted to lean away from the knife, he simply pinned you there. The tip of his cock was oozing with precum, erection desperately grinding along your slit. “Billy!” You whimpered, afraid that he would accidentally dig the knife a little too far.
“Gotta stay still, pretty girl. You don’t want my hand to slip.” He warned, pressing a hot, incendiary kiss to your lips. You reciprocated, cunt throbbing from the added thrill of the blade as he began to ease himself inside of you.
The sudden intrusion made you cry out — you hadn’t done this before or gone this far, and Billy knew that. A myriad of breathy moans escaped you as you attempted to adjust, feeling his leg nudge you apart, spreading you open for him.
He pressed a series of kisses against your face in an effort to soothe you, teeth nicking the soft flesh of your jawline. Billy hesitated, waiting for you to have some time to adjust, heart pounding erratically, akin to the beating of a drum. You reached for his neck, hands tangling together at the nape.
“Still want it rough?” Billy murmured into your ear, hot breath fanning out across the side of your cheek. The blade of the knife prodded into your abdomen, as if it were issuing a stark warning — to turn back, or to proceed. You wanted him more than anything else — rough or not.
You couldn’t deny the excitement and sick thrill you gained from this, as if it had suddenly unlocked unfamiliar territory for you. Billy’s gaze danced with a lustful fire, tongue swiping across his lower lip.
After enough deliberation, you nodded, nearly shying away underneath his shadowed stare. “Yeah, I do.” You whispered, throat becoming thick as he thrust his hips forward, cock burying itself deep into your tight cunt. The feeling was intense, but his eyes were worse.
Billy grinned, throat erupting with a sardonic chuckle as he clicked his tongue. “That’s my girl.” He kept the knife against your stomach, threatening to dig into skin as he began to fuck you. The friction was delicious, breathing heavy, chest to chest, silvery blade prodding at your belly.
“Billy,” You moaned, back arching into the brutality of his thrusts, legs rattling like leaves. His hand grabbed at your leg, hitching it around his waist for better leverage, hips rutting forward in a series of sharp thrusts. “A—Ah! Please don’t stop!”
His teeth brazenly snagged across your lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood. He kissed you then — vitriolic copper intermingling between mouths, breath hot and labored as he fucked you in some frenzied state. Your poor cunt clenched around him, drawing him right in.
With a brief adjustment, he moved onto his knees, cock still pounding away at you as he used the grip on your leg as a crutch. Billy dragged the knife along your body, digging the tip into your sternum, letting it ghost above your breasts. He wanted to lick the fear in your eyes — drink it right from the source.
“Look so pretty like this,” He purred, using the cold flat of the knife to press into your chest. It caused you to moan, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as he continued to fuck you at a rather brutal pace. “You like this, don’t you?” Billy huffed, noticing the way your flesh prickled with a barrage of goosebumps.
You nodded, somewhat reluctant to admit to enjoying the roughness of it all. You felt the tip of the knife press just underneath your jaw, causing you to shudder, hips pushing forward as he met you halfway.
Every fiber of your being felt feverishly hot, like a live wire, coursing with raw electricity. The fire that burned bright within your belly demanded to be extinguished, cunt clenching around his cock as Billy continued to fuck you. He very nearly pulled out before ramming himself right back into your tight heat.
Billy momentarily abandoned the knife, grabbing at your hips as he turned you over, manhandling you onto your stomach. You gasped, letting out a series of moans and whimpers as his fingers roamed through your hair, tugging fistfuls of it as he rutted into you.
It was hot and quick, as if he didn’t have any time left at all. “Billy!” You cried out, feeling somewhat abashed as his cock slapped into your cunt, body pressed to yours. Once he’d gotten himself going, you felt the intrusive chill of the knife again, scraping back and forth along your spine.
“I—I’m close,” You panted, hands clawing at the quilt beneath you, nails threatening to pluck the strings and fabric away. Billy didn’t stop for anything, fucking you at a very erratic, feral speed, yanking on your hair. The knife added an element of danger, liquid heat coalescing between your thighs. “Don’t stop.”
“Yeah?” He purred, gritting his teeth together as his cock throbbed with an urgency. Billy groaned — a deep, unrestrained noise, and you yelped when the blade had cut too deep. He didn’t intend to cut you — it was a shallow, superficial wound, but it only drove him crazy. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
The cut on your back oozed with rivulets of blood, not nearly enough to warrant any concern. You moaned, huffing and writhing atop the quilt as Billy pushed into you once more, cumming inside of you without a second thought.
He pulled out midway through, leaving behind a sticky mess of his seed along your cunt and inner thighs, intermingled with your arousal. Your body twitched and spasmed, awash with a sense of relief.
“Shit,” Billy murmured, clamoring away to find you a towel. He pressed it against your back, hoping to wash away some of the blood, even if it wasn’t very much at all. “I’m sorry, baby. I got carried away — I didn’t even think.” He sighed, watching as you attempted to clean yourself up.
“It’s fine, Billy. I know you didn’t mean to,” A soft exhale escaped you as you attempted to regain your composure, hoping to seize another towel as you sheepishly wiped his cum off of your body. You were sensitive and hot to the touch in the aftermath of it all. “I did enjoy it.”
Billy appeared perplexed, neglecting to comment for now. He wanted to take care of you as any dutiful boyfriend would do, retrieving your panties and nightgown as he helped you get dressed again. Outside, the thunderstorm continued to rage on.
“You did?” You shouldn’t have said anything — Billy’s thoughts went somewhere dark and salacious. Now, he wanted to fuck you with the knife all the time. If he were lucky, you’d bear more than one scar. It was a possessive mark, a reminder that you belonged to him.
“Yeah,” You confessed, laying down on your bed. Billy hastily zipped his jeans up, declining to put his shirt back on, given that it was still soaking-wet from the rain. “That was amazing. I’m glad I got to do it with you.”
As he laid down beside you, his gaze became dark and shadowed once again. His finger idly traced across the newly-formed cut on your back, lips pressing themselves all over your neck. “Maybe we could try something different next time.” He proposed.
“Like what?” You asked, admittedly curious as you snuggled against him. His digits idly roamed throughout your hair, mouth briefly pressing against yours before he withdrew altogether.
There was a sly, indiscernible look within his eyes — you didn’t know if you should’ve been worried or not.
“Maybe a costume next time.” Billy murmured, and despite the bemused grin on your face and his subtle smirk, you were entirely oblivious to the multifaceted meaning of his words.
Fortunately for you, you were safe — for now.
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DUDE I THOUGHT YOU HAD SO MUCH MORE EXPERIENCE THAN YOU ACTUALLY DO, YOUR ART IS INCREDIBLE!!! what resources did you use to learn to draw??
Hey!! Thank you!!
So the main "teaching tools" I used were the Morpho books, all of them, they're INCREDIBLY useful so google them immediately. As well as the YouTube channel of the artist Ethan Becker. Honest to god he taught me SO MUCH about shape language, anatomy, sketching, expressions, and color. He's a professional animator and it shows.
I would suggest starting with his video on how to draw heads because the method he used there literally changed my wholeass life. I swear by it. And everything else he teaches is just as good
Beyond that, over the past year I've developed these mindsets
Use References
And I don't just mean put the picture next to the screen and try to draw it, I mean straight up do this
Now there are a LOT of people out there that think this is a "bad" technique, and to this DAY I still feel insecure about using this technique for that reason. But you'll discover that professionals do this all the time and it WILL help you learn anatomy if you want to get better at freehand! Otherwise, it just saves so much time spent agonizing over the base and you can go straight into actually drawing what you want to. (Also this pose is by AdorkaStock and their references are literally the best you can find. They have EVERYTHING. Their Patreon is only $5 a month and you get access to their entire backlog, it is WELL worth it)
Speaking of drawing what you want to
Just Go For It
If you want to draw something, but don't know how, or think it's beyond your skill level, just go for it. It is the only way to REACH that skill level. Yes it is frustrating to draw something that doesn't work out the way you hoped, but in the end, that's better than not drawing it at all
Also If YOU Don't Know How to Draw It, Someone Else Does
So look them up and see what they're doing. If you're struggling with a pose, a piece of clothing, a facial expression, fucking HANDS anything, look up your favorite artist and see how they do it. Don't just look at the piece, zoom in on the part you want to emulate and see where they put the lines, the shadows, the details, and how they make it relate to the rest of the drawing. Literally STUDY OTHER ARTISTS you will learn SO much more doing that than just looking at photos
Lastly
Your Style, Stop Worrying About It
Just draw how you want to draw and that's your style. Obviously, it's fine to deliberately put in some flares or stylization choices, but make sure it's FUN for you. When you're drawing what you WANT you will find your style almost instantly. I remember when my friend first told me "I LOVE your art style" and I was so confused because I thought I didn't HAVE an art style. I was just drawing how I wanted to.
Turns out! That's what an art style is!
I hope this was somewhat helpful! Obviously, I have LOADS of more learning to do having only been at this for a year. Take all of this with a pinch of salt, and good luck!
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how do you find so many things to draw and so many poses to draw them in its honestly incredible i aspire to be like you
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THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE KIND WORDS !!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️and my answer 2 ur quastion is this: draw the stuff you see Like whenever u get the opportunity.. walk around w a sketchbook u can whip out and draw people and objects at like school or at a restaurant or anything That has helped me improve the most with just coming up w stuff, improving anatomy/perspective and poses Because with art stuff the new things you learn you realize u can apply anywhere Like if you draw a table or chair enough times you realize you Get the feeling of inorganic objects like that and it translates to drawing machines and other stuff!!! And it’s like thst with pretty much everything your growth is compounded in that way ^_^ for crazy poses I usually use quicksketch it’s a great website for things like that, figure sketches studies whatever. deconstructing the shapes also helps a ton Because then you rotate them in your mind easily and can visualize how they’ll look at certain angles!! george bridgman’s art is a great study he is a master at simplifying the human form so check out his books There are pdfs online^_^ ajd i always recc youtubers like sinix, sycra and ethan becker They’re the goats
#asks#not art#UUEUU…. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️im wishing u luck and power on your art journey !!!! peace and love
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I just found your blog by seeing the over-protective little brother comics from a few days ago and I just wanted to say I really like your art style and the comics themselves, very cute! If you’re willing to answer, how long did it take you to develop your art style?
omg thank you so much!!!
As for my art style, I'm still developing it. I think most artists are. I think that there's a common misconception with younger/beginner artists that developing an art style is something you get once you're "good enough", at least thats what I thought when I first started drawing.
So from the first art class I took at my local art gallery, close to a decade.
If you want my advice on how to speed up the process, steal elements you like from other artists. Things like line weight, proportions, line colour, colouring techniques, are all yours for the taking. Most people's art style is elements that they like from another artist in a trench coat. If you really like someone's art style, you can even trace it. Ethan Becker on YouTube has some great videos on tracing and how to do it well.
However, this is all just my opinion based off my own experiences as an artist, so take this with a grain of salt. I hope this rambling mess answered your question lol :)
thank you again for the ask!!!
#shut up spicy#art tips#art style#perhaps the tracing opinion is unpopular#but oh well#its a good way to learn#spicy answers
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You draw the best looking cuddles and snuggles I’ve ever seen when it comes to sapphic art!! Please tell me your secret; I always have so much trouble drawing two characters interacting :( any tips?
Ahhh thank you anon! 🥰 That means a lot for real! And to be quite honest, drawing one character is hard, especially two.
So, I had to think about my process on this a bit. I can go in depth if you'd like but to keep this concise, there are some things I like to think about when drawing two characters (I have no secrets 😉).
Plan: I like to have a clear goal of what I want to draw. I think about what the overall composition is going to be, I don't focus on details at this point. I want the overall shapes.
Contact: The points of contact (hugging, holding, touching, kissing, etc.) are very important so I try to make sure I focus on those. Where do the arms go when my characters are hugging? How do lips touch in a soft kiss? How would a head rest on a shoulder?
Anatomy: This one might be a bit obvious, but understanding anatomy helps a lot. Knowing how gravity and weight distribution affects different parts of the body at a particular contact point can help give the illusion of characters interacting.
Exaggerate: Exaggerate poses. This is especially important for dynamic poses.
Imagine: This is sometimes challenging but, I try to imagine myself in each character's position. Like what it feels like to hold a hand, give a hug, kiss, etc. This can also help with conveying emotion.
Experience: Using my own experiences can help give me a frame of reference when I want to draw something I am familiar with. If I can act out a particular scene, I will do it. I've been told I make faces when I'm drawing certain emotions, so it seems like I do it even when I least expect it.
Reference: Reference, reference, reference! (I should listen to my own advice on this one) Drawing from reference really helps--especially for actions I am not familiar with--because I can get a better understanding of how figures relate to one another. (Ethan Becker and Marc Brunet have some pretty neat videos that can explain this process a bit better.)
Ahhh! There is so much I can talk about and my process isn't always consistent but if you do it enough it does get easier.
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Loosing the Closest(pt.2)
Series: Fondness | Scream
Paring: (Chad Meeks-Martin x OFC Hicks! Ethan Landry x OFC Hicks!)
Word Count: 1734
Warnings: language, mention of attack, mention of death, death,
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"Did Mindy send you the text too?" Wes asks as Lexi came downstairs.
"Yeah, wonder what Sam wants to tell us."
When they get to the Meeks-Martin house Mindy lets them in, "We're just waiting on Liv and Amber then Sam." Mindy tells them.
Walking into the living room Chad looks at her so she sits on the other sofa away from him, "Still mad at me?" He looks over at her. She doesn't say anything to him, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have butted in."
"Thank you." She says so he gives her a smile.
Once everyone shows up Sam makes her speech about her real dad being Billy Loomis.
"So let me get this straight? You're saying that you're the daughter of Billy Loomis, and one of us is the killer?" Chad asks.
"The killer told me he knew my secret. He attacked Tara to lure me back here."
"But then why immediately go and murder some douche-nozzle that was stalking Liv and Lexi?" Chad asks.
"And why does it have to be one of us? What about Deputy Dewey here? Maybe he's the killer. No offense." Wes speaks up.
"None taken, but what's my motive?" Dewey asks.
"You got stabbed a billion times, got dumped by your famous wife, and crawled into the bottle. I think it's safe to say you're on the suspect list."
"Well, maybe you're the killer. Because that cut deep." Dewey tells Wes.
"That was rude Wes. And still doesn't make complete sense. Taking in Dewey's physical movement... he couldn't attack anyone." Lexi adds.
"That douche-nozzle is connected. I googled him. His mom is Leslie Macher. Stu Macher's sister." Amber speaks up.
"Who's Stu Macher?" Liv asks.
"He was Billy Loomis's accomplice. They were friends. He was the crazy one. He didn't have a motive. He did it just for fun." Lexi tells everyone.
"You know a lot." Mindy turns her head to look at her.
"I like to know the history of our town. And I wrote a paper in the killers for a project."
"So the first three attire all in people related to the original killers." Sam says so Mindy goes on her long rant on requels and talks about who next being related to the original.
"Mindy, I doubt Wes and I are safe. They're still going after people related to people who are part of the story. Not just the originals. Vince, Stu. Sam, Billy. You and Chad, Randy. Wes and I, our mom. Liv is a McKenzie... The McKenzies were the nearest neighbors to the Becker Residence. Amber lives in Stu's house."
Mindy goes on to say Sam makes sense being the killer so she rushes out pissed.
Wes and Lexi head back home their mom startles Wes while she holds a knife, "Are you guys being safe out there?" She asks them.
"To the point where all of our friends mock us, yes." Wes tells her.
"Good."
"What's for dinner?" Lexi asks as she gets a text from Chad.
"Sushi. I was just leaving to pick it up."
"Why don't you just Postmates it?" Wes asks her while Lexi was texting Chad back.
"Oh, it gets all smooshly by the time it's here. I know you hate that. Go take a shower. I'll be back soon." Their mom tells them.
"I promise to be back before you get home. I have to go meet with Chad. He wants to apologize more so we're meeting each other halfway." Lexi opens the door and before her mother can speak she speaks up, "I have my taser and pepper spray. Don't worry. I love you both." She shouts so they shout it back.
As Lexi was blocks away from home her mom honks passing her and waving making her laugh. A lot of people thought Judy Hicks was a little over the top with her bubbly personality but Lexi loved it. She was super closer to her mom and brother. They were all they had since their father was shit and left their mom there to raise them alone.
"You walking yet?" Chad calls Lexi.
"Yes, I'm walking I'll be halfway in a few more minutes. Why couldn't you have thought about this when I was over not too long ago?"
"I'm a little slow at times. You know this." He laughs, "You got your protection with you?"
"Of course. I like to be safe and my mother would kill me if I left home without it." She laughs.
"Very true. You and Wes are such mommy's girl and mommy's boy."
"Hey! She's the only parent we got dude." She says as she hears a siren and watches her mother speed by going back towards their house.
"What was that?" Chad asks as she stops walking.
"My mom left to get dinner and just sped past going back the way towards home." She says then she thinks the worst, "Oh my god! Wes is home alone!" She panics.
"Le-," She hangs up on Chad putting her phone away and running home as fast as she could.
When she gets in view she sees her mom's car with the lights will in and the door wide open, "MOM!" Lexi runs across the street and sees her mother's body laying in the walkway. "MOM!" She cries out running over to her side, "Mom! Mom!" She checks for a pulse and gets nothing. "WES!" She gets up running for the front door and opens it but something was on the other side of the door. She pushes it more and has enough room to see Wes dead on the floor making her cry out louder. "Wes! No." She squeezes through bending down grabbing him to see his neck.
"No, no, no, no." She screams out hearing more sirens get closer.
When the other helped arrived they had to help walk Lexi away from the house because she kept crying no she can't leave them. "Can you tell us what happened again?" A Deputy asks her as she stares at her dry bloody hands.
"Mom left to get dinner and I left to meet a friend leaving Wes alone. When I was almost to my friend's mom sped past and I thought the worst. I got here and saw it was the worst." She cries.
"LEXI!" Chad runs into view and then over to her so she runs to him sobbing into his chest.
"I shouldn't have left to meet you. I should have been with Wes."
"No, you could have been killed too. Let's just go to my house. You can stay with us." He rubs her back.
"I can't. And I should've died with my family."
"Lexi." He sighs hugging her.
"Go home, Chad. I can't leave and they said they will take me to the station for safety. I'll be fine." She pulls out of the hug.
"Just be safe please." He kisses the top of her head.
"You too." She watches him jog home. "Sam." She sees her after another deputy told her sorry about Wes and Judy.
"Lexi." Sam was glad to see she was alright so Lexi ran over to hug her.
"I should have been here to die too or to help them." Lexi cries to her.
"Excuse me." Gale walks over making the girls look at her. "Lexi." Gale looks at her.
Lexi didn't want to say a word to her knowing how she was always writing about all the attacks, "I'm not talking about my mother and brother to you so you can write another book." Lexi cries walking off some.
While she sits alone on a crib she hears Sam says Tara was alone so she follows her, "No, Lexi. You're family..."
"Is gone. I lost them and I'm not losing my best friend too. So I'm going with you." Lexi gets in the backseat and Dewey gets the passenger seat.
Sam gets a call from Richie but Ghostface comes through saying she had to pick between Tara and Richie so Sam stalls on the phone so they can make it on time.
In the hospital, Lexi helps Sam with Tara while Dewey went to go get Richie but gets attacked for a minute then goes back, "Dewey!" Lexi and Sam shout as he closes the elevator.
The news of Dewey getting murdered upsets Lexi since she knew him well and when Gale got to the hospital Lexi actually comforted her.
"Gale." They hear and look over to see Sidney.
Gale and her hug while Lexi was sitting down, "Hi Sydney." Lexi gives her a weak smile.
"Last time I saw you, you were so tiny." Sydney goes to give her a hug.
In 2011 Sydney saw and met Lexi when she was just seven years old. When she was at the police department, Judy sometimes had Lexi with her since she would always beg to go to work with her. Then after the attacks is when she really met her and told her how her mommy helped with the killer. That story made Lexi idolize her mother when she was younger.
"Well, I'm 18, not 7." Lexi hugs her back.
"I'm sorry about your family." Sydney tells her.
"Thank you." She walks off to go with Sam to see Tara awake.
Lexi waits with Richie while Sam talks to Tara alone for a bit. "I find it hard to believe you have never seen Stab until now. It's a popular franchise."
"Don't care for horror movies." He tells her.
"I doubt that. You look like the type. Mr. Plaid."
"What?" He looks at her.
"Killers of every attack throughout the years usually wear plaid. During my research and finding pictures of the killers they all wore plaid. You wear plaid, Richie." She glares at him.
"You're crazy."
"Am I?" She crosses her arms.
"Yes. You can't think straight because you just lost your family so now you are pointing fingers." He tells her.
"No, I just don't trust you." She says before Sam lets her go talk to Tara.
"Come here." Tara opens her arms for Lexi to cry into them, "I'm so sorry."
"I have no one. My mom and Wes are gone. I found them."
"You're not alone, Lexi. You have me still. You can come with Sam and me." Tara pulls back from the hug, "You're my best friend. Why more than Amber. Just don't tell her I said that." They both laugh.
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Hi, first off your art is absolutely stunning, it’s quickly taking over the “Bobs Burgers” folder on my phone. I love your art and your improvement is absolutely phenomenal, do you have any practices or exercises you did to improve your art skills? Thank you!!! 🍔
hi and thank you!! that genuinely means a lot! i’m honored to have my art taking over your bob’s burgers folder lol.
also yeah! i actually do have some methods that i used that really helped me improve my art! idk how much it shows but lately i’ve been trying to add more dynamic and perspective into my art! the help i got from getting that skill was through using the “box method” -
i don’t know if that’s what it’s actually called but it helps me build the body into placement when working with different angles. it’s also helpful to break down poses or whatever you want to draw into simple shapes- i learned this from watching a LOT of ethan becker’s tutorials since he’s worked in the animation industry and understands how to work with poses.
a more personal and not *widely* talked about practice that i’m actually kinda surprised about is that, i never draw in one style. and what i mean by this is, i’m not talking about artists who have like two or three artstyles based on mood or whatever; i draw in LOTS of styles that are not my own.
it doesn’t matter if it’s not perfectly accurate or by any means good at first, but it’s a great way to identify shapes in different molds of drawing. and it also helps you build on your ACTUAL style in the process and imput all the things you like seeing in others art into your own! however this is probably only a helpful trick if you’re more confident in your skills regarding basic anatomy and such. you don’t need to be a realism artist but if you struggle a lot with certain body proportions or identifying shapes in art in general then it’s better to practice that before you start experimenting with styles.
also, and this is more from an emotional well-being standpoint but, i think it’s important to put yourself in a good mood before drawing too. i think lots of artists get frustrated when drawing because they feel a big lack in confidence with their skills and in my eyes this may cause some of the stagnation that occurs when trying to improve. if you focus only your love and appreciation towards your art and forgive yourself for not always getting certain things right, you’ll feel a whole lot better and your mind will be much more clear and focused when trying to work forward instead of backward. and you’ll feel a lot happier drawing in general.
so yea, those are the main things that helped me in my art progress! i hope these help you, and if not then don’t feel bad. some techniques work better on others and the best you can do is keep experimenting and to just have fun!
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are there any people who inspired your art style or how you draw and color? I need blogs and people for inspiration since I love your art style
Oh??? That’s so sweet of you to say, anon!! Thank you so much, really 🥹🥹💜💜 I’ll do my best to answer this thoroughly for you!! Im gonna try and go chronologically since I think each of the things I was inspired by in the past still influences my style today :D
When I was a kid, my first “introduction” to art was through tracing the vhs covers of old Disney movies when I was maybe 5-6 years old. My first time I started drawing with reference/stopped tracing and the first time I tried drawing in a more “anime” art style was with the W.I.T.C.H. comic books series
During middle school was when I was introduced to the Naruto manga and eventually anime, which I tried to reference the art from pretty much exclusively for a while
Unfortunately it was during this time that I was told by my parents that I would never be a “real” or “talented” artist unless I tried to draw in a more photorealistic style, so for many years I started taking magazine clippings and drawing random things that looked interesting. This did teach me a lot of the basics (anatomy, clothing folds, etc.) though, so I don’t consider that time wasted!
A few years ago I decided to start embracing my older “cartoony” style again, so I did a lot of studies on the works of Glen Kean and Jin Kim (who are both talented Disney artists who worked on Tangled and Frozen respectively). This helped me a lot with my poses and expressions and helped me stop being scared of doing full-body poses
Only just recently did I start getting back into Naruto, and in my goal to try and replicate the style for my comic and such I’ve been studying the anime a lot again! I’ve recently bought my own 3-in-1 copy of some of the manga so I look forward to learning more from Kishimoto’s original style as well.
Unfortunately I’m still sort-of new to Tumblr, so I don’t have too many blogs to follow yet, but I’d probably recommend blogs like @liss-art , @dayeongi, @bakapandy and @niobil if I’m thinking of blogs just off the top of my head! :) I’ll come back and edit this if I think of more.
I also highly recommend the YouTube channels Ashiyaart and Ethan Becker! Ashiyaart I think is the biggest influence of how I like to put colors together.
Sorry this went on a little long but I hope this was helpful!! Thank you so much again for your nice words 🥹
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hi!! I love you art, and I'm trying my hardest to start drawing myself, but I am so terrible please do you have any tips on how to start 😭😭 and how not to give up completely 🥲🥲
hey, thank you so much!!
the best tip i can give you is to find what you love to draw and use that to learn.
when your starting out the best way to learn is to look at the art of others and try and study it and recreate it. eg if you like the way Disney characters look, look into the character artists and study them.
ethan becker on YouTube talk about this a lot . (he sounds mean but hes just loud dw)
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its how everyone learns, a really classical example is that artists in during the renascence would join an artist as an apprentices. Leonardo da vinci had apprentices and they would copy is works to learn. its also how we know which colours faded on the original lol
and your not terrible, your learning. when your learning anything it takes time. your not fluent in French after one lesson but you learn bit by bit and its frustrating at times but your growing every time you practice. Then one day you can hold a conversation and it feels great! my work did not look like it does now when i started at all, and im still learning(so are some of the best artists out there).
don't be so harsh on yourself. you've done the hardest part by not only actually trying but also asking for help, your doing great.
here's the YouTube channels i always recommend to folks who want to learn :
https://www.youtube.com/@AdamDuffArt (motivation and mental health for artists)
https://www.youtube.com/@ModernDayJames
https://www.youtube.com/@ProkoTV
https://www.youtube.com/@bluebiscuits
i hope this is helpful <3 :)))))
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consider looking at cteec on insta? also ethan becker did a video on youtube looking at a bunch of the artists for atsv so there may be some there that you haven't checked out?
I've looked at Christie Tseng's art! it's really good. I'm watching Ethan Becker's video now, thank you for the recommendation!
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how do you draw so good? your animation of 'how far we've come' nearly made me cry (seriously no joke also in a good inspiring way) it's so good at expressing stuff and telling a story and showing character i watch that animation nearly everyday. I hope to be able to ring my skills of drawing to your level, I kinda wander if you can answer how did you learn everything that you learn? like what lessons or videos and such most helped you advance your skills? and also what in general do you recomme
aw, thank you!
honestly, a lot of practice and YouTube tutorials! there's plenty of amazing resources when it comes to animation and art on YouTube. Ethan Becker is a great one, ZeBirdBrain specifically for ToonBoom, Tonika Pantoja, Steven Zapata & Jordan Grimmer are all channels i recommend!
start projects you are motivated to finish, and make those projects just a smidge ambitious. get out of your comfort zone so you are encouraged to research and learn new things! HFWC was the first time i ever did shading in an animation. because of that, i looked up TONS of resources/tutorials on shading nodes and techniques in ToonBoom and because of that i learned a TON. do stuff that encourages those types of learning experiences!
also for animation if you need straight up exercises, AnimatorIsland's 51 animation exercises are also a great resource.
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youre such a good artist. like your anatomy and shading is on point ! where did you learn it ? or was it just from practice, looking at pictures etc ? iam having a hard time with anatomy, always had. its just so hard ! and idek, you always just nail it every picture you post. i admire you & your arts very much !
ayy thank you! yea it is just a practice thing, im self taught.
i mostly talk about using references and doing studies when getting questions like this, but a piece of advice i dont think i've given yet is to follow artists online, esp if they talk about their approach to drawing or give tips and tricks. theres a good handful of artists on youtube who i've learned a shit ton from over the years. ethan becker is a big one for me, he drops a nuke on my home adress every once in a while. other notable mentions are proko, samdoesarts and lachri fine art
who you learn from largely depends on what your goal is with your art, what medium you're comfortable in, realism vs stylized, etc. but i also think it's important to learn from different types of artists out there. like for example, im primarily digital but follow a good bunch of artists who draw/paint traditionally, because there's a whole lot you can learn from traditional art, even if that's not your medium. and even though i mostly stick to semirealism, there's a science to more cartoonish styles that's also really valuable - shape language, simplifying complexity, stuff like that
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YOUR ARTSTYLE IS SO??? GJDFGLDFHKAJDHGKSG????? GORGEOUS??? AND SQUISHABLE???? AND SOSOSOSOSO PRETTY ISTG
HOW DO YOU ART???
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that being said, keep up the good work :DD
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THANK YOU SO MUCH! IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY ART!
Also, I have no idea how I art. I do however recommend you watch Ethan Becker, Remarin, Tamaytka, oh and also bluebiscuits! Ethan Beckers videos are really good. His humor might not be your thing but he gives great advice.
I also recommend just finding artists you like and studying their work! It's fun and you can also learn how that person draws!
#Also! If you ever need a pep talk and a reality check#Just watch struthless!#I've found his videos recently and they've helped out alot!#And I wish you luck on your art endeavors!#ask#anonymous#ferngle art
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Maggie: My favorite nurse
Sarah: My favorite doctor
Connor: Important donor’s son
Lanik: Gwen’s protégé
Ava Bekker: Dr. Becker
William: aklpa 29 !@jd
Daniel: A little help here, Natalie?
Nat: Will? Are you alright?
William: ice cream
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William: IM OWEN!!!
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William: borwed it
Me: Hi Owen!
William: hihi
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William: ok!
William: mommy we erjently need cecream
Nat: Owen, I know that’s still you. Give Will back his phone. It’s not nice to steal people’s things.
Dr. Becker: wow your kid is dumb
Dr. Becker: does he… think your name is mommy?
Nat: Excuse me, Dr. Bekker? You did not seriously just say that!
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My favorite nurse: Aw, poor Owen. He just wants some ice cream.
April (2nd best nurse): Omgg I haven’t seen Owen in agessss! I miss him! How’s he liking kindergarten?
Nat: As you can see, he’s learning how to read and write.
My favorite doctor: aw, kids are so interesting
Elsa (most annoying doctor, best med student): This is why I could never work in pediatrics.
Noah (worst doctor): Yes, Sarah! Kids are so interesting they always have the best stories and jokes
Important donor’s son: someone give POOR Will his phone back
Ethan: Lol
Gwen’s protégé: I do not understand kids little pea sized brains
My favorite doctor: you literally used to be a kid once too
Dr. Latham: Everyone at some point was a young little one.
Me: 🤣🤣🤣
William: so sry guys i tol f owen he ckd use my phoen 2 plai angry birds buy ig he opened my mugs
Daniel: Translation please?
Nat: I’m so sorry, guys. I told Owen he could use my phone to play Angry Birds but I guess he opened my messages.
Daniel: Thank you, Natalie.
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