#we need more of those bad colorful pencils

[mariipun]

Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker)

Off Script Shenanigans 

Warnings: None. Humor, wholesome content.

Word Count: 1,513

Brief Description: The Welcome Home cast is alive and live alongside humans. You have been contracted to be their Caretaker, tending to their needs, schedule, and keeping them from (getting themselves into) bad publicity. The gang has some downtime on set, entertaining themselves or each other with nonsensical activities to pass the time as the Technical Director works on fixing the issues.

Welcome Home belongs to @partycoffin [in no means is my work canon]

Dedication: @kandavers 

[ /I hope this gives you a little serotonin boost, I’m cheering you on from my side of the world! ]

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The studio was as energetic as ever. Production had halted due to technical difficulties that needed to be resolved. You lazily sat on one of the deck chairs, elbow on the armrest, cheek leaning against your palm as you scanned across the set and watched some of the cast members. You were glad to get a break and off your feet.

[Eyes first land on Sally]

Sally was going over the script, suggesting certain scenes to be revised with the Director, and penciling in changes.

Sally: “I just think we really should include a song during this scene, making it more—lively, ya know?”  

You overheard her conversation, chuckling as the Director gave her a puzzled look. You weren’t sure how much more ‘lively’ the show could be with the beautiful array of bright colors and every other episode already containing musical numbers. “Oh! Maybe even a dance sequence—”

[Eyes pan towards Poppy]

You watched as the red fluff of feathers hummed to herself, sitting near a basket of props. You couldn’t tell what she was doing exactly, but it looked like she was probably knitting something? Well, she had her hobbies outside of teaching children their ABC’s.

[Next, you saw Julie]

Julie: “Howdy-ho neighbors! Come tour the Welcome Home set with me!”

A small smile formed on your lips as you watched the bubbly puppet hold her phone slightly above her face as she chatted with fans on her live feed.

Your eyes trained on her for a minute as she walked about, introducing some of the wardrobe designers and makeup artists that work on her outfits, looks, and so on. As she moved on, you kept watching as Julie draped an arm around Wally’s shoulders before he could snatch up one of the apples sitting at the spread table, adjusting her phone so both were in the frame of view.

Julie: “Wally Darling, say hello to everyone!”

Wally: “Well hello dear neighbors! Hope you’re all looking forward to the next episode.” He waved, smiling.

Barnaby soon came up from behind the two with a large grin, saying hello as well. You could tell the chat was going absolutely insane getting to interact with them. You giggled at their antics, happy that they got to spend some time with people from all around the world, even if it wasn’t during one of their face-to-face meet-and-greets.

Probably one of the many things you admired about them.

Although sometimes crazy (and difficult to handle), they were always dedicated to entertaining the masses with wholesome content. On camera anyhow. It was your job to make sure no scandalous rumors ended up in the media; constantly protecting their image off screen. You’d hate to see the show canceled, especially since you were dedicated not only to the basis of the show but because you deeply cared for them.

Julie: “Oh! Barnaby, someone asked how many things you’re able to juggle at once.”

Barnaby: “Well, let’s see. Hey, lil’ buddy, toss me a few of those apples will ya?”

Julie released her light hold on Wally, flipping the camera so she could point the phone toward the pair. She stepped back as Wally began gently tossing a few apples in Barnaby’s direction. The blue mass caught them with ease, beginning to juggle. 1…2...3…4….

Barnaby: “Ha! Too easy, c’mon, toss me a few more.”

Julie: “Oh, oh! Someone also said to make it more challenging.”

Wally: “Guess we just have to give our dear neighbors what they’re asking for.” He muses, scanning the spread table and grabbing one of the bananas, then tossing it toward Barnaby.

Again, catching it with ease, Barnaby chuckled as he nodded toward the soda cans. Wally picked one up, tossing them his way.

Barnaby: “…5….6!” The juggling continued, items being tossed a bit higher to make some space as he caught and tossed, and tossed, and tossed.

Julie: “Think you can handle any more?”

Barnaby: “I’m the Great Barnaby B. Beagle, nothing can stop me now!”

Wally looked over, pondering what to toss his friend next. He decided on some sunglasses, then grabbed one of the bowling pin props and a small stress ball out of a box one of the stagehands was carrying as they scooted by.

Wally: “…7…8….9….”

You continued to watch, tilting your head up slightly as Barnaby’s juggling began to waver and then steady.

Barnaby: “Let’s make it an even 10. Toss me one more please.”

There weren’t many other options readily available until Wally saw one of the saran-wrapped sandwiches on the table. Picking it up, he tossed it but misjudged the distance as Barnaby jolted to catch it. Stepping forward, he caught it, but it threw off the balance of the juggled circle and the items began slightly leaning more and more until Barnaby began staggering toward you.

You perked up, stiffening. You noticed he was moving toward one of the cables on the floor, which was unfortunately not taped down to prevent a tripping hazard.

Caretaker: “Barnaby, wait—”

Too late.

Barnaby: “Whoa--!” The puppet’s foot was caught underneath the cable, the apples, banana, sandwich, sunglasses, bowling pin prop, stress ball, and can of soda flying in your direction.

Everything crashed down around you, save for the soda can, which plummeted right in front of you. The sheer velocity of the aluminum can hitting the ground had enough force to burst, a steady, but violent stream of soda onto your face. (Did everything that went wrong have to be an overly exaggerated gag bit?)

You held your hands out to try and shield yourself, aggressively coughing as you accidentally inhaled the fizzy beverage through your nose. After what felt like an eternity, it finally stopped blasting in your face.

Both Wally and Julie were immediately by your side, asking if you were okay, while Barnaby repeatedly apologized from the ground. You could hear the commotion around you as Sally ran to grab a towel, Poppy squawking in concern somewhere in the background.

Wally: “Care, are you okay?” He asked, reaching over, and gently placing a hand on your arm. “Are you hurt—” He stopped, eyes widening slightly as you began to laugh under your breath, which soon turned into loud, boisterous laughter.

You didn’t quite open your eyes since the soda stung, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Doubling over, you just couldn’t stop yourself from cracking up. Both Wally and Julie sighed in relief, smiling as you confirmed you were okay. As you calmed down from your fit of laughter, you thanked Sally for the towel and wiped your face.

Wally: “Well, I’m glad you’re alright Caretaker. It’s also nice to see you having more fun.”

Julie: “Yeah! You have such a wonderful laugh! You should do that more often.”

Barnaby: “Pfft—you call that a laugh? It was more of like a goose hon—” His mouth shut automatically as you gave the blue puppet a warning glance. “Uh.. ha, ha, ha. I mean, your laugh is fantastic Care!” He backtracked before standing and looking you over. Placing his hands on his hips, he shifted his weight to one leg, smiling down at you. “But, it does sound refreshing to finally have you let loose.”

You shake your head, wrapping the towel around your shoulders.

Julie: “Oh! Right!” Julie swapped her phone camera again, leaning closer and placing you both in the frame. “Hey, hey neighbors! Crisis averted! They’re A-O.K.! But let me also introduce you to the most important member of the Welcome Home Cast! This is our dear Caretaker! They work super hard!”

Wally: “That’s right. They always take great care of us.” He adds, leaning closer despite the threat of getting his felt sticky.

Sally: “And they’re super cool!”

Barnaby: “Not to mention, a real spitfire.” He nudged your shoulder gently once he made his way to you.

At this point, Poppy, Eddie, Howdy, and Frank had appeared, joining in the cascade of praises. You were a bit too stunned to speak, not quite used to being complimented so much. You definitely weren’t anticipating this. You were skeptical at first, but their words were truly genuine as each of the cast members looked over to you with smiles reaching all the way up to their eyes. You heard and saw the swift pings of comments from the fans, not being able to read all of them, but catching a glimpse of the ‘hello Caretaker’, ‘keep doing your best’, and ‘you’re incredible’.

Caretaker: “I… thank you….” You replied sheepishly, feeling your face begin to flush. You reached up, grabbing one of the ends of the towel that was wrapped around your shoulders, bringing it up to your nose to hide the blush that had formed.

All cast members, in unison: “No, thank YOU, Caretaker!”

[Bonus]

You would later clean yourself up and ended up scolding Barnaby, Wally, and Julie about the dangers of carelessly tossing so many things in the air without properly considering their surroundings. Someone could have seriously gotten hurt after all. 

#[fffff----- i went over board again. i cant seem to shorten them lmao] #[my writing is so inconsistent. the brain rot is eating at me] #marsfics #welcome home off script #Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker) #Adventures of Wally & The Gang (plus their Caretaker) series #[throws out another one of these] #[i srsly cant get enough of Barnaby being such a jokester] #[gASP--- House of Cards AU merhaps?] #[too many ideaaaas--] #wally darling x reader #wally x reader

[sunshinesteviee]

You need dad blurbs? I gotchu. Imagine Steve having a stressful day at work so he’s more quiet then usual and our kid (probably a girl but your choice!!) goes out of their way to make a craft to “make daddy happy” with us helping out. And immediately he’s back to his happy go lucky self 🥹

heheh this made me melt!! thank you!! wc: 976; mom!reader

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Steve had come home quieter than usual, and you knew that meant he’d had a stressful day at work. He’d pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he greeted you, and bent down to pick Phoebe up, kissing her forehead, “Hey, Bee. I missed you today.” When he was younger, he’d always known when his dad had had a bad day at work, because he usually took it out on him in the form of yelling or frustration. He didn’t want to be like his dad in any way — and he really wasn’t — so Steve made sure he treated both of you with as much care as he could, even when he wasn’t feeling his best. 

“I missed you, too!” she giggled, pushing her face into the crook of his neck, small hands curling into the fabric of his stiff button up. 

This was nearly enough to melt Steve’s stress away, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead, the entirety of his hand rubbing up and down her back gently as he spoke, “Daddy’s gonna change and then you can tell me about your day, yeah?” 

He locked eyes with you over Phoebe’s head, and before he could say anything, you added, “Take a shower, babe. Dinner won’t be ready for a while.”

Setting Phoebe back down on her feet, he crossed the room to you, his palm settling against your hip, “You sure?”

“Positive,” you nodded, placing another soft and quick kiss to his lips. 

As soon as Steve disappeared up the stairs, Phoebe was tugging at the leg of your pants gently, eyes curious — an exact replica of her dad — and staring up at you, “Mommy?”

“Yeah, baby?” you replied softly, stroking your fingers through her soft hair, pushing it out of her eyes to see her clearly. 

“Can I make a picture?” You wanted to say no, that it was almost dinner time. You didn’t particularly want to let her get all of her art supplies out only to have to clean them up in fifteen minutes, but her pleading eyes and next sentence made you give in easily. “A picture to make daddy happy?”

“Oh,” your heart completely melted as you crouched down and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She always surprised you with how in tune she was to other people and their emotions. “You wanna make a picture to cheer daddy up? Sure, we can do that, baby. He’d love a drawing from you.”

You helped her pull out some paper, and all of the supplies she wanted, including the glitter glue pens that usually ended up getting everywhere; you just couldn’t say no to those pleading eyes of her. She got to work instantly, using a mix of her colored pencils and crayons. The look on her face when she was focusing was one of your favorite things. Her eyebrows furrowed together, nose scrunched up, and lips pushed out in a pout with her tongue sticking out every so often as she focused particularly hard. 

Knowing she was distracted and wouldn’t wander off, you went back to the stove to finish up dinner. You only returned when she called for you, “Mommy! You help me?” She’d drawn a picture of her and Steve holding hands to the best of her three-year-old abilities, and asked for you to write “Daddy” under the picture of him, and “Bee” under her with a heart in the middle. She messily traced over your additions in the glitter glue pens, and finished just as Steve wandered back into the kitchen. 

Steve was looking a bit better; some of the stress had been washed away in the shower, and he looked a lot more like himself in his sweatpants and an old shirt, with his glasses on his face. He still looked a bit tired, but then again, the two of you were always tired from your busy lives. Still, his face lit up as Phoebe realized he’d come back down, shrieking his name as she got off of her chair and launched herself at him, “Daddy! Made a picture for you!”

Catching her with ease, Steve lifted her up to his hip, one arm underneath her bum to support her, “You did?! Can I see it, sweets? I bet you did such a good job.”

Phoebe pointed aggressively over his shoulder to the table where she’d been coloring without saying anything. Steve took the hint and whirled around fast enough to make her giggle before crossing the room. Still in his arms, Phoebe leaned down to try to grab the paper, and Steve loosened his grip so she could reach it before pulling her back upright. She was holding the paper carefully as if it was a prized possession as she held it up so Steve could see what she’d drawn. Pointing to each of the figures, she repeated what you’d written at the bottom, “Daddy an’ Bee.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as he stared at the picture, a bit of life returning to his face, “Oh, peanut! This is beautiful! You did this all by yourself?” In that second, Steve was sure that a drawing from his little girl could cure any and everything. She nodded in response to his question, a proud smile tugging at her chubby cheeks as she suddenly became shy from her dad’s affection. “This is the best picture I’ve ever seen, baby. Can I take this to work?”

When she nodded, Steve cupped the side of her head gently and pulled her in, pressing a loud kiss to her temple, cradling her to his chest, “Thank you so much, Bee. I’m gonna hang this up, and it’ll remind me of you, so I won’t miss you quite so much, huh? Now, tell me all about your day, baby.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dad!steve harrington #dad!steve #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #my blurbs #blurbs #steve blurbs

[nicoforlifetrue]

I need to get the gangs designs out of my head like, right now so here we go! Au characters first then cannon guys spoilers below

Anyone the color crew considers a friend gets a matching jacket that green made with something representing them embroidered onto the old jackets, chosen has one and has it tied around his waist most of the time, everyone else wears it near 24/7

Victim: gray dead anime mom hair, scene kid from Spencer's in the 12s looking clothes, long sleeves striped under shirt with a t shirt on top, ripped up skinny jeans, has broken shackles around his wrists that act like the lasso tool but he doesn't use very often, a fire fox icon often sleeping on his shoulders he has three that act as attack dogs, soft rainy day blue eyes that are normally kept in that same dead anime mom half lidded state, he looks calm and approachable and loving after all that's how he gets you.

Chosen: black hair to his shoulders that he keeps in a bun, dyes red streaks into it, combat jacket three sizes too big, ripped up t shirt and jeans he never bothers to fix, wears a face mask when hiding his identity because his mouth is abnormally long and it freaks people out, has a locket with a family picture in it (it's a picture of Alan's face and cupped hands, the hollows are in his hands waving at the camera, Alan took his picture made it the computer background then took a screenshot of the boys, it was Alan's phone screen lock picture) everything he owns is burned at the hems because of his anger issues triggering his powers. Eyes glow red and are set into a permanent scowl, he has worry lines.

Dark: wild red hair he's never brushed in his life, he dyes black streaks in it, has one of those slutty leotard things that show the hips? You know what I mean, and combat pants, he has five virabands one of each limb, he made the first one just to give chosen a challenge but after seconds powers awakened he made more for when the kid has nightmares and needs to be held down so he doesn't hurt himself or anyone else with his powers going haywire, it only really works because the powers not concentrated, also has a locket with the family picture, he says it's for chosens sake but he stays up at night sometimes staring at it. Has black eyes but his pupils glow such a bright red their mistaken for red, all the hollows have sharp teeth but darks are especially sharp and he keeps them in a lazy grin, he has pronounced crows feet.

Second: orange wavy hair in a low short pony with it down it only reach's his shoulders, basic orange hoodie and well he does have his own clothes he more often then not is wearing some eclectic mess of stolen goods from his brothers, he likes Vic's shirts and darks pants the most and will try to get away with chosens jacket at any given opportunity, chosen trades his hair bands to get it back. Eyes glow a radioactive green, his lip is always busted from him chewing it, as are his cuticles from picking at them, is always a little wide eyed and sad looking even if he's over joyed just because his face has kind of settled like that, real case of "resting depression face"

Cannons turn!

Cannon second! Same hair as au, wearing the groups jacket and has is closed most of the time because he gets cold easy but takes it off to sleep, wears paint pants and shirt near always and there always covered in new color splash each day, convinced chosen to perce his ears and has a industrial one that he puts a spare pencil tool in after the box episode so he's never really disarmed, the other side has a little curser on a chain because he felt bad that Alan couldn't get a jacket. His eyes are still nuke green but they don't glow and his hands have calusus but he doesn't pick them like au infact he has them painted, heavy eye bags because he actually has to get up in the morning when the crew decides to have late night party's.

Red: fluffy red mop that he just cuts when ever it gets into his eyes, has the fellow headband to keep it off his scalp when exercising, cat ears, no really he has actual working cat ears and not normal ones, his jacket is hanging on for dear life and Is always at least a little off his shoulders even keeps it on when he sleeps, gym clothes even in the snow, bandages and gaze patches everywhere, his jacket hides the fact that he's fucking ripped because after the "blue punching obsidian" incident he got competitive and started working harder, he's up to diamond now. Eyes are whiskey colored have slits like a cats and he's sensitive to air changes just like cats are.

Blue: ties the group jacket like a cardigan around their neck when working in their garden or making potions so it doesn't get ruined, overalls are a farmers best friend, has the longest hair out of everyone reaching his knees, ties it into a bun for fights, braids it for potion making and sleep, and puts it in a ponytail the rest of the time, keeps it down when they plan on just hanging out with the guys. Has excessive nerve damage from the lava and can't feel if they've been cut or injured below their chest. Eyes are a very rich mahogany that gained purple flecks after a while of messing with potions, red asked Herobrine about it and it turns out to just be his body gaining immunity to most of the bad side affects potion making gives you (turns out his neather wart addiction is actually fairly common among potion makers because it helps build and keep those immunities which are important when experimenting)

Yellow: blond typical trans boy hair cut, meaning under shave with a quiff, has the jackets sleeves perpetually shrugged up his arms, only closes it when working on a more advanced machine, under shirt is stained red and he doesn't own a single pair of clean cargo jeans all of them have at least one mend in them. The bridge of his nose is stained red from rubbing there when he had redstone on his fingers, his fingers themselves are also permanently red, where's glasses near identical to Alan's, his eyes are a washed out pinkish rose, almost gray.

Green: for the longest time had an an uncontrolled frizzy mess of hair I'm talking untamable never seen coconut oil 3c, but after they sticks where introduced to dj, he managed to wrangle them into locks, DJ helps him braid them best he can if he ever wants to clean up but it's either dreads or spending hours everyday calming them. Only one who wares the crew jacket like a normal person, also the only one with a normal clean and sensible wardrobe in general, likes skirts but considering it's a bitch to fight in them only wears them when going out and knowing the others won't start a group bonding brawl, always has both head phones and earbuds on his person and is the only one too keep his phone intact and not broken. Eyes are hazel mixing green and gold with flecks of blue around the center, has audio processing issues and it helps him understand people if there's a background noise of some sort also fights better with a beat. Also has really bad tinnitus and always has, it's been made worse by recent fights though.

Purple: curly hair more of a 3b or 3a, keeps it in a single braid so it's easier to keep track of and care for, mango helps them with it in the mornings, the most recent one to get a jacket after the king stuff went down. Likes fancy and just nicer clothes like button ups and poets shirts and leggings, has bird wings because there mother was made for a stick flight animation test, but there weak and they can't fly like there mom can, they can hover and glide but they need an elytra to act as basically a sort of brace if they want to propel them selves, and even then they can't get to high speeds without rockets. Has orangy red autumn colored eyes like there mother.

#plot swap au #avm #ava #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft

[come-on-shitty-boys]

// The Rules of K. Ink. inked 03. //

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*The nature of this series may be not be appropriate for all readers. Content warnings include: vulgarity, heavy swearing, and implications of adult relations.  Due to these themes, this series may not be suitable for readers under the age of 16.  Reader discretion is advised.*

Kuroo Tetsurou knew he made a mistake when you came waltzing in with that cocky grin plastered on your face.  He was hoping that, at the very least, you would have some humility with the situation, but you just proceeded to sidle right up next to him at the counter, eyes trained up at him as if you were the one giving him the opportunity of his dreams.

“Well, well, alley cat.  I had a feeling that you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” you say low and smooth, the corner of your mouth twitching up into a teasing smirk.

He could already feel the steady drum of a headache settling in behind his temple and he had a sneaky suspicion that it wouldn’t be going away anytime soon.  His bright eyes blinked slowly, almost unamused, before he pushed away from the counter, walking off further into the shop leaving you behind. 

“If you’re going to work with me, kid, you better learn to move those damn legs,” he shouts, leaving you to scramble in an effort to catch up to him.  This was everything that you’ve been hoping for ever since you first stumbled across his Instagram feed all those years ago.  He had just been starting, no more than 200 followers and maybe a dozen likes on his posts, but the talent and the seeming mastery of the craft was all there, even if he was only 20.  His page had grown with him as an artist and you had been right there every step of the way, admiring from afar, picking up his techniques and incorporating them into your own work.  He was, to put it simply, your biggest inspiration, your push in the right direction.

You clutched the strap of your bag.  It had been in the back of your car, waiting patiently for the call that you knew was coming.  Sketchbook, pens, pencils, inks of various colors, everything that you could possibly need to make the most out of your tattoo artist apprenticeship.  You felt like a kid wandering around a toy store.  Frames upon frames of artwork were displayed in the front window of the shop, each piece signed with an extravagant ‘KT’ in the bottom corner.  Paintings of various sizes littered the walls depicting various landscapes and buildings, each one seeming to carry an essence of home between the brush strokes.  It has you slowing to a stop, leaning in close for a better view at all of the tiny individual shapes that pulled the full picture together.

“Did you make these?”

“Rule number one.  Don’t ask pointless questions.  You’re here to learn, not uncover my life story.”  Kuroo doesn’t even bother to look back at you.  He just pushes open a door to a small supply closet, taking something down from a shelf.  His smile was almost too kind when he turned back to you, but his eyes didn’t carry that same sentiment.  They were almost cruel, narrowed to a point that you could barely make out any color at all.  “Welcome to K. Ink.  It is K dot Ink and you will call it as such.”

“But your sign says-”

“I know what it says!”

“And your instagr-”

“K.Ink was taken!”

“So you chose k-”

“Rule number two! Do not call my shop or anything associated with it Kink!  Now, I have some work to finish, so I can’t deal with you right now. Bokuto took a massive shit earlier and now the bathroom fucking reeks, so I’m going to need you to take care of that for me.  Unfortunately, our toilet brush is having some technical difficulties and had to be taken to the repair shop, but luckily for you, we do have this toothbrush.  I’ll see you in a few hours, kid!”

“Hours?!”

“I told you.  Massive shit.  Remember, if you breathe through your mouth it won’t smell as bad!”  Kuroo pushed the toilet cleaner and the small plastic toothbrush into your hands.  “Gloves are in the cabinet.  Have fun, kid.”  He gives you a firm pat on your back that has your body lurching forward as he walks by you.

“Wait!  Kuroo!”  If he heard you, he sure didn’t act like it, because he didn’t even acknowledge you.  He just kept moving, black boots tapping rhythmically against the tiles as he disappeared back into his own work space.  You stared down at what he had given you, not exactly the materials you were expecting to need for your apprenticeship.  Accept defeat or march in there and tell him no? Accept defeat and you’re left on your hands and knees scrubbing a disgusting toilet bowl, nose deep in a smell you could do without.  But, telling him now, could just result in him telling you to leave again.  He wouldn’t even give you a second chance.  Taking on an apprentice was already out of his comfort zone, surely one fuck up would just have him shooing you away with your tail between your legs.

You pushed your sleeves up, reaching for a pair of gloves in the cabinet and letting them snap down against your wrist with a satisfying noise, holding a tight grip on the handle of the toothbrush. 

Defeat it was.

Hours seemed to pass and each time you heard a set of footsteps, you could only hope that it was Kuroo coming to finally tell you to stop scrubbing.  But he never came.  Those bells above the door just kept chiming as clients arrived and left, satisfied with their K. Ink experience.

“You’ve had them scrubbing that bathroom since 2 p.m., Kuroo.  I’m pretty sure it’s cleaner than it’s ever been,” Akaashi stated, peering up at Kuroo over his glasses.  It was almost 5.  With walk-ins unwelcome and only a handful of piercing appointments scattered over the next few hours, the work day was closing down and the other two staff members of K. Ink had to have a proper introduction with the newest member of the team, who apparently was just doubling as their janitor.  

“They’ll be fine.  It hasn’t been that long.  Besides, you smelled that bathroom!  It needed a good cleaning.”  Kuroo shrugged, leaning against the front counter, typing away the caption to an Instagram post.  

“Kuroo, you’re supposed to be teaching them how to be a tattoo artist, not how to clean toilets.”

“I didn’t teach them how to clean, they figured that out themselves.”

“Kuroo-” Akaashi warned.

“What?”  There was not another word from the desk clerk.  He simply shook his head, pushing his glasses back up his nose, turning his attention back to the computer.  “Akaashi!” Kuroo whined, sinking down against the glass countertop.

“I just cleaned that.  Don’t get your fingerprints all over the glass or else I’ll make you clean it.”

“Then I’ll just make-” he paused.  Akaashi could practically see the gears spinning inside Kuroo’s head.  “Do you remember their name? Kid, apprentice, I don’t know, whatever their name is- they can clean it when they’re done in the bathroom!”

Akaashi rubbed his face over his hands, bringing his coffee mug up to his mouth.  No amount of caffeine was going to get him through this day, hell, through the span of your time at the shop.  “You don’t even remember their name and you have them scrubbing our toilets?  You’re absurd, Kuroo.”

“You’re going to give me hell over this forever, aren’t you?”

“I’m going to give you hell about it until you see that this is ridiculous.”

Kuroo just sighed and rolled his eyes, stepping back from the counter with his hands up in surrender.  “Everyone has to go through some sort of shit when they get an apprenticeship.  It’s just how it is.” 

The smack of his palm against the door made you jump, had you scrambling for the toothbrush that had long been forgotten and had been traded for cycling endlessly through the same three apps for nearly two hours now.  The door teased open just as you had dipped your hand back into that disgusting toilet bowl to at least pretend like you had been scrubbing away this entire time.  

“I’m not going to lie, this is a pretty disgusting thing to watch.”

If you weren’t so determined to keep this damn apprenticeship, you would’ve smacked the absolute shit out of him with that nasty toothbrush.  You could just slump down against the wall and look up at him.  “It’s not exactly the most glamorous thing to do either.”

He leaned against the door frame, arms tucked over his chest.  “Come on, wash up, and let’s go.  I got another job for you.”

“What?  Am I going to be polishing your tiles with your gym socks?”

“You know, that’s really not a bad idea.  Maybe some other day.  Just move your ass and get up.”  He waited in the doorway just long enough for you to scrub your hands under the running water of the sink before stalking off back towards the front of the shop with you having to almost run to catch up with him.

“Kid, this is Akaashi Keiji, he’s the front desk clerk, you know, the one you blatantly ignored this morning.”

“Hi.  Y/N.  It’s nice to meet you, Akaashi,” you state, reaching your hand across the counter for a greeting.

He nods, giving your hand a firm shake.  “It’s a pleasure.”

“Bokuto!” Kuroo shouts as if he wasn’t ten feet away from the piercer’s room.

“He’s with a client right now.  You’ll have to give him a few minutes,” Akaashi says, eyes darting from you to Kuroo and then finally settling on you, studying you like a textbook, steel eyes tracing over every inch of your face before finally nodding in contentment.  

Kuroo hummed as he leaned back against the counter.  “Well, we have some rules to finish up anyway.  Where were we?  Four?”

“Three.”

“Right.  Rule number three.  There’s a shop a few doors down.  You know the owner’s name, you’ve almost said it.  We don’t talk about him here.  You keep that snake-ass bastard’s name out of my shop.”

“Snake ba-? Oh! Do you mean Dai-”

Kuroo raises his index finger up to your lips.  “What did I literally just say?  Rule number four.  Listen.  You have ears.  You better use them.”

“What’s your problem with him?  He’s cool,” you pause, eyeing your new boss up and down, letting a smirk pull at your lips as you watch him start to unravel at the mere discussion of he-who-shall-not-be-named.  “Cooler than you.”

His voice is low, almost a growl as he leans into you, stooping down so he’s right in front of your face.  “Tell me rule number three, pip squeak.”

“‘Keep that snake-ass bastard’s name out of the shop.’  Yeah, got it, boss.  It was just a question, damn.  What?  You two have some secret romance going on?  Are things not good between you two in the bedroom, is that what this is?” You ask, mock sympathy painted over your face.  “You know, it’s actually really common for men your age to have perf-”

Kuroo looks at you completely exasperated and utterly baffled that that’s where your mind instantly went.  “Do not even finish that sentence.”

You turned to Akaashi and gave him a teasing smile.  “That’s a yes.”

“Rule number five.  Do as I say.  If I want you to rewire the electrical, you’re going to rewire the-”

“No, they aren’t.  That’s how you get a fine from the fire department.  You already have a health code violation against you.  Don’t be stupid,” Akaashi warns.

“Fine!  No electrical work! But, rule five still stands.  For these next few years, you better be ready to be at my beck and call whenever I need you during business hours.  Which brings us to our sixth and final rule.  Do not contact me outside of business hours.  We are not friends.  I do not want to be your friend. This is a strictly work relationship and it will remain that way, are we clear?” Kuroo finishes, raising an expectant eyebrow at you.

“Alright, that should get you all finished!  You wanna pay cash or card?  Cash?  Great, then I can go ahead and take that from you.  Remember to just give me a call if you have any questions or concerns.”  The big man who had tried to stop you during your desperate attempt at gaining your apprenticeship emerges from a room, a client sporting a nose ring that was still a little red trailing behind him.  He smiles brightly and waves as the shop door closes behind them.  “Man, you never would’ve believed how much she bled!  I mean, I get it, you just got a needle jammed through your nose, but damn!  I haven’t seen one bleed like that since I did your eyebrow, bro!”  He turned his attention to you.  “Had blood dripping down his face like crazy.  Looked like someone had beat him real good upside the head.  I’d wipe it away and woosh! More blood.”  The man paused, finally getting a good look at you.  He leaned away from you to look you over.  “Do I know you?”

You shake your head, holding your hand out towards him.  “Y/N.  I’m Kuroo’s apprentice.”

“Oh! You were-” He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.  “Sorry about the toilet.”

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#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #x reader #tattoo artist kuroo #gn reader #bokuto #akaashi #tattoo artist au #inked

[deanscroissant]

Chris Knight headcanon #1

“I saw your recent post about headcanons for Chris Knight, and I adore Real Genius! It's a funny movie movie, I love it. Would you be up to the idea of how Chris would be when you and him are studying together?” ~ Anon

A/N: so sorry it took a while to write. life happened lol. pls be gentle with me because this is my first headcanon. i also kind of went a little overboard so i hope this is okay. thanks for the request! if anyone else want to request then shoot me an ask. tyyyy 😁

okay Chris is an absolute sweetheart

he’ll make sure you have everything you need before studying: water, snacks, sharpened pencils, pens, highlighters, etc.

you do not play when it comes to studying and he knows it, so if he even just so move a muscle to pick up one of those gadgets he’s made then you’ll kick him out of his own dorm

but when he can tell you’re overworking yourself he’ll tell you to stop and take a break

when you would ace a test he’ll throw you a party each time

and when you would do bad on one (the worst you’ve ever gotten was a C) he still throws you a party and pamper you because, as he would say, “to my knowledge, there is no ‘c’ in failure. but i do know ‘Kent’ and ‘failure’ both have an ‘e’.”

you loved how he would cheer you up by just cracking jokes

before finals week approached, chris surprises you by taking you out on a weekend getaway to a concert of your favorite band

“are you kidding me?! these must have cost a fortune!” you gasped as you stared at the tickets in your hand.

“they weren’t when i threatened the guy who i brought them from.”

you giggled and jumped in his arms, “thank you, baby.”

“of course.” he said, smiling as he pulled you closer into him.

he loved making you happy just to see your beautiful smile + you deserved to be happy

you were hit with reality when you got back on campus Sunday night

you were scared as hell for your first final tomorrow and started to regret going on that weekend trip

“chris, do you think it was a good idea to go on that trip when we could have been studying?”

“yeah i think so. we’d probably have fried brains at this point if we did, don’t you think?”

you shrugged, “i guess so.”

“don’t worry, y/n. you got this. if you doubt yourself then you’ll do terrible on the test.”

“that’s what i always do, huh? doubting myself.” you said melancholy as you sat on your bed.

“yeah and you over think.” he squats down to your level, lifting your head up by your chin to look at him. he gently caresses your chin with his thumb. “i took you on the trip for that reason. believe in yourself, y/n…because i believe in you. can you promise me that?”

his viridian-colored eyes stared back into yours waiting for an answer. a moment went by before you smiled at him, “i think that can happen, captain.”

chris jumped up, threw his hand in the air, and yelled a cheerful, “Hell yeah!” before picking you up from the bed—bridal style— spinning you around as you let out a fit of laughter

you were passing your exams left and right all week, and when it came friday for your last exam, you passed that one as well!

when chris heard the news he was so happy for you. and you were happy for him of course, even though you knew he would ace all of his in one day

chris decided to go out to dinner to celebrate finishing the semester with you, along with mitch, jordan, ick, and lazlo.

then you guys went to a carnival and when chris would win anything from a game he would give it to you

“babe, no you deserved this. that was a really hard game.” you told him as you handed it back to him, but only for him to push your hand away.

“no, it’s for you. now come on! i got to win you one more prize for the last exam you passed.” he faked groaned and playfully rolled his eyes before taking your hand in his, smiling cheekily when he heard you laughing behind him.

so yeah even though chris graduates and you have one year left, he’s still gunna be your study buddy and cheering you on until then.

#val kilmer #chris knight #chris knight x reader #real genius #top gun #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #iceman #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #iceman top gun #iceman x reader #iceman x y/n #chris knight headcanon #headcanon #real genius headcanon

[thearcherprentiss]

Criminal Minds as things my friends have said pt. 3

Emily: "Look, the webcam makes me look so much worse than I really do! It makes me look ugly!"

Morgan: "I don’t see a difference."

Emily: "HEY!"

Morgan: "They should make pencils in other colors. They would make a lot of money off of those."

JJ: "They already do?"

Morgan: "Wait what?"

JJ: "You didn’t have colored pencils as a kid?"

Morgan, with attitude: “We were poor, Jennifer."

Hotch: "Jack and I are going to see family this weekend."

Emily: "It is so hard for me to grasp the idea that you have family that I've never seen. The same goes for Reid. I can't imagine him having a family."

Reid: "That's because I don't have one."

*stunned silence*

Reid: "You son of a snickerdoodle! You flat-footed son of a gummy bear! You meanie zucchini!"

Emily: "Reid's insults are supposed to be alternatives to cussing, but they're actually the serotonin that gets me through the day."

Reid: "This is boring."

Morgan: "You voluntarily wrote an essay about semicolons. You're not allowed to say anything is boring."

Reid: "There's actually a lot of controversy surrounding semicolons-"

Morgan: "Reid, the Oxford comma thing you were saying the other day wasn't real controversy, and this isn't real controversy either."

Reid, under his breath: "The oxford comma is a HUGE controversy."

Luke: “My type usually isn’t murderous women who stab people.”

Emily: “Good, mine is. More for me.”

Emily: “It’s toxic homosexuality.”

Morgan: “What’s that?”

Emily: “It’s like toxic masculinity, but yassified.”

Luke: “I hate English. Just looking at the word lettuce makes me mad. It should be pronounced letoosay!”

Reid: “Don't let the children of Mount Hellen steal your eyelashes for sacrificing to their ethereal snake gods.”

The team collectively: “The fuck?????”

Reid: “Just making sure you were paying attention.”

Rossi: “And that’s what you came up with? You need help Spencer.”

Morgan: “Do you like Reese’s cups?”

Emily: “Yes.”

Morgan: “Sucks to be you then, because I bought you some and you’re eating them!”

Emily: “I literally said yes?”

Morgan: “Oh… sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to say something normal like that.”

Emily: "That sweater goes good with your eyeballs."

JJ: "It scares me that that is your idea of a normal compliment."

Emily: “Please, you’ve never done anything even remotely illegal.”

Garcia: “Actually, I committed arson in my hometown. Twice.”

Emily: “You WHAT? …Is it bad that I like you even more now that you’re an arsonist?”

Rossi: “I like to wear gym clothes out in public to give people the impression that I work out. I don’t, but how would they know that?”

*Reid and Jack playing chess*

Jack: “The little one is moving back behind the horse, he’s scared!”

Reid: “It’s a chunk of wood, it doesn’t have feelings.”

Hotch: “Reid… why do I keep letting you be around him?”

Reid: “Honestly I don’t know either.”

#incorrect criminal minds quotes #criminal minds #spencer reid #emily prentiss #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #dave rossi #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #luke alvez #sorry i keep making these #but my friends say a lot of dumb stuff #i have to use what i've been given

[spookmemepls]

☠ ― 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡? 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟾 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒, "𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡?".)

"Don't worry! Whatever you say!"

"Hey! Be careful with that gun!"

"This ain't no cartoon, y'know."

"I'll be in my trailer, taking a NAP!"

"Scotch on the rocks. And I mean ice."

"I can take it, don't worry about me!"

"Wait 'til he gets on his feet, THEN hit him with a boulder."

"How much do you know about show business, ___?"

"Look, I don't have time for this."

"What the hell happened in here...?!"

"The job's gonna cost you a hundred bucks."

"This is NO way to make a living..."

"Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"___! Is that you?!"

"Nice booby trap."

"I've worked with a lot of wise-quackers, but you are despicable."

"Kinda jumpy, aren't you, ___?"

"Get this straight, meatball. I don't work for toons."

"I think... I'm gonna faint..."

"That's it! That's the connection!"

"Well I don't work for peanuts."

"Another stupid news reel... aww, I HATE the news."

"You've been hanging around rabbits too long."

"I don't know who's toonier. You or ___."

"I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way."

"OW! My biscuits are burnin'! Fire in the hatch!"

"Please, ___, can't you tell how much I need you?"

"I hope you're proud of yourself! And those pictures you took!"

"No toon can resist the old "shave and a haircut" bit."

"Hey, ___, don't you have a car?"

"Thanks for the cigarettes."

"Don't let me catch your peepin' face here again, got it?!"

"Nice monkey suit."

"Wiseass."

"Get outta here, get me some money, too."

"The whole thing stinks like yesterday's diapers."

"Put the poor guy/girl/etc. on two weeks notice. Cutbacks, they said."

"Here's to the pencil-pushers. May they all get lead poisoning."

"Tomorrow's Friday, ___. You know what happens here on Friday?"

"You got that camera of yours? Mine's in the shop."

"Yeah, that was a long time ago. We should do that again sometime."

"So what's his/her/their/etc. problem?"

"I know this all seems pretty painful now... but you'll find someone new."

"Got the password...?"

"Don't tell me you've lost your sense of humor already..."

"So I took a couple of dirty pictures. Sue me."

"I caught you with your PANTS down!"

"I'm surprised you're not more cooperative, ___."

"No, not all the time! Only when it was funny!"

"No wonder you hate me...!"

"C'mon, don't cry, I don't hate you."

"This means war."

"C'mon, ___, where's your sense of humor?"

"The stain is already gone; It's disappearing ink! No hard feelings, I hope."

"If it's ACME, it's a gasser!"

"One of these days you're gonna DIE laughing."

"Work's been kinda slow since cartoons went to color..."

"Not tonight, ___... I've got a headache..."

"But ___, you promised...!"

"What could have POSSIBLY happened to you to turn you into such a sourpuss?"

"Take comfort, ___, you're not the first man/woman/etc. whose S/O played patty cake on 'em."

"I won't believe it, I CAN'T believe it, I SHAN'T believe it..."

"Is there nothing that can permeate your impervious puss?"

"We're SUPPOSED to be hiding, what's WRONG with you?!"

"What's wrong with YOU? You're the only person in this theater that isn't laughing!"

"___'s the love of my life! The apple of my eye! The cream in my coffee...!"

"Drink this, it'll make you feel better."

"Just like a toon to drop a safe on a guy's/girl's/etc.'s head."

"I see working for a toon has rubbed off on you."

"My whole purpose in life is to make people laugh!"

"I've been risking my neck for you!"

"I'm looking for a murderer."

"You're my only hope...!"

"You keep talking like that and I'm gonna have to wash your mouth out."

"Ain't I a stinker?"

"A better lover than a driver, huh?"

"Seriously, what do you see in that guy/girl/etc.?"

"Give me another excuse to pump you full of lead!"

"We toons may ACT idiotic, but we're not stupid!"

"We demand justice, but the real meaning of the word probably hits you like a ton of bricks!"

"___, darling, I want you to know that I love you."

#sentence starters #rp sentence starters #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay starters #[ General Starters. ] #[ Starters. ] #[ My Starters. ] #[ Mine. ] #This is one of my favorite movies so this is a longer one lmao #//tw: smoking mention #//tw: alcohol mention #//tw: murder mention #//tw: suggestive

[yuqiyu]

New Girl (Eddie Munson x F!Reader)

♡ CHAPTER 1: New School, New You

Summary: January 1986. You just moved to Hawkins, Indiana, with your family in the middle of your junior year of high school. You don't expect to make friends right away, but what can you do when you are unwillingly ushered into your new school's Satanic club?

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: no use of y/n, slight angst (in relation to moving)

A/N: For those who followed me from my Guitar Lessons fic, I want to apologize in advance for the change in writing style. I'm trying something new! Hope you like it :)

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Hawkins, Indiana is a little town tucked away in the suburbs. It’s smaller than what you’re used to, and the foreign smell pierces through your nose. It’s a far cry from the comforting aroma of your hometown. There’s no sweet scent of the sticky, melted ice cream on the benches outside the parlor you’d pass by every so often. No sign of the mustiness that would hang around the abandoned buildings off of the corner of your house. You almost don’t even remember what it feels like anymore.

When you enter your new home, the floorboards creak with each step of your converse. The laces glide against the wood; the soles leaving a trail of soil from the unpaved road.

The blank white walls are accented with brown chair rails covering the perimeter of the living room. Soft sunlight beams through one of the open windows. You peer outside, head craning towards the half-overcast sky. The universe doesn’t mock you today. Instead, it empathizes with you. 

An arm wraps around your shoulder and squeezes you in close. “It might not feel like it now, but we can turn this into our home.” You breathe in the familiar warmth of your mother. 

“I miss them.”

“I know, honey. I’m sorry.”

You wonder if she’s really that sorry. But you remember—she had to say goodbye to her family and friends, too. It’s no one’s fault that your father received a promotion under the condition that he moves with the company. There was no way to convince him to stay; he’d argue that the new paychecks could give everyone a more comfortable life and afford new luxuries, even. 

You were happy without new luxuries, though. Everything in your life was a fixer-upper, but that was all you ever needed.

So you conclude that she is sorry, to an extent at least. Because the possibility that she understood how you feel and could still easily take everything away without remorse feels much worse.

The warmth disappears as quickly as it came. You’re left with stacks of cardboard boxes filled to the brim with little trinkets and birthday cards, along with the labor of pushing them to your newly assigned bedroom. 

The air is suffocating. It swallows you whole and each stride echoes, bouncing off the walls in an infinite loop. The color is perfect; it’s the same shade you were used to waking up to every morning. But there are no old paint cracks running along the windowsills. There isn’t a thin layer of dust covering it, and the windows aren’t stained by the changing seasons.

You want to hold onto your childhood so badly that it haunts you.

Life has a funny way of keeping track of memories. It reminds you through the small gifts friends give in passing, the way you feel looking at the ticket stub of your very first concert, and the scar you got from a fall once. 

Even when you don’t want to remember, because it hurts so bad, you do. You carry the memories of your loved ones from back home with you, secretly hidden away in a safe compartment in your mind. 

They stalk you as you unload the boxes. A picture frame with all of your friends, a friendship bracelet, a diary in which only one page was scribbled in, a handful of scrunchies. 

You find your backpack crushed under some books. There are a handful of tiny rips and patches from when you tried sewing them back anew. Pencils and sticky notes are squashed in the smaller pocket. Worksheets, from the few days before you left, are scattered haphazardly within your notebook, half-finished. 

You had landed in the eye of the storm, halfway through the semester of junior year. Time stops for no one, and you curse it for that very reason. 

They say high school is the best four years of your life. In the three and a half years you were there, imagining a worse place was unfathomable.

You had watched kids being thrown against lockers, boys snaking a hand down girls’ collars, and favoritism, all of which could happen on the same day. You’d lost count of how many times your friends had come crying, searching for sympathy and comfort. 

Most importantly of all, you had seen what they do to new kids. Would Hawkins be so different?

You dread lunch the most. Your lost gaze and trembling legs turn you into a walking target. You recall some of the worst ways to be tortured by a senior, then think about the way a poor boy had pleaded with you through his eyes to help, to call for help, or anything at all. But you had stayed motionless, trapped by the unshakable fear of being next.

You realize this must be your punishment.

Yet, when you slowly walk through the aisles of the cafeteria, no one so much as bats an eye at you. 

Every single table is conveniently filled with their respective groups. It isn’t as cliché as the way they make it seem to be in movies, but the differences in fashion and personalities among each are enough to be discernible.

When you reach the end of one row, you stand face-to-face with a boy proudly donning a shirt that read HELLFIRE CLUB. He’s small; his brown curly locks are squashed by his baseball cap as he awkwardly moves to the side and sits down next to his friends.

The rest of the group, when huddling closely and laughing so hysterically, look like a strange assortment of candy tossed sloppily in a trick-or-treat bag. It’s almost endearing, watching the way their uniforms wrinkle as they carefully listen to who you assume to be their ringleader.

Today, you decide, is a good day to not eat in a random corner, on the floor, of the cafeteria.

You spot an open seat—two, actually, facing each other.

They fall quiet.

Their leader looks at you curiously, tilting his head ever so subtly to the side as he looks you up and down. “Hi there.” 

He smiles, though his eyes ponder: Who are you, and why are you here? 

“I—uh, I was wondering…” 

He arches a brow. 

Even though he’s standing a couple of feet away, his menacing height gives the illusion that he’s towering over you. His presence is strong and alluring. His gaze penetrates through your skin like a freshly sharpened spear. He knows how to command a room.

The fear returns tenfold, and you wonder if you had made the mistake of asking the king of bullies. Your eyes dart back to the seats and quickly change your mind. 

He notices, and there’s now a crooked grin plastered on his face. New prey.

You begin to shake your head and back away, maybe drop a few apologies, and hope he spares you. But he puts a hand up, gesturing for you to come closer. 

“Don’t be shy.”

You think about making a run for it. How fast you could go, how far your ripped shoes could take you—before he eventually finds you in this tiny school. It would only be stalling the inevitable.

Your feet drag against the ground slowly, and you swear they can hear the sound of your heart beating over the little squeaks your sneakers make. 

You finally stand before him, shoulders tense and white-knuckling the lunch tray. You expect a spit in the face, a kick to your shins, or if you’re lucky, some insults about your unbrushed hair or puffy eyes.

Instead, he looks over to one of the kids and politely asks them to move down. They begin to protest, but it’s stopped with just a single look. 

You are sure now, that this is how you caused the beginning of your downfall for the rest of your high school career.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader

[fqirycollective]

Tips for School as a System

With school time rolling around again (in about a month for us), we've decided it'd be a good idea to offer tips that help us to keep our grades up in school. Obviously every school and system is different, but these things definitely helped us last school year!

1. Before school even starts, we try to get gender neutral colored notebooks, as well as a variety of textures for pencils. The neutral colors may come in handy if a little fronts and has an issue with "gendered" things and the pencil textures help when dissociating. We've also recently been trying to decide a name to go by and pronouns to use, but since our host came out as nonbinary on our personal account for everyone to see, it seems like they chose for us. /lh Some suggestions would be your collective pronouns (aux pronouns if possible if you use neopronouns, as the school may not be accepting) and the collective name you use.

2. Try to get your schedule beforehand and try to familiarize yourself with your classes and where they are. If your school offers an open house, this could be a perfect opprutunity. Our school does this, but they also keep all the similar classes in the same hallways, which means if we know anything about where our classes were last year, we could figure out where our classes are based on subject. We also tend to have a second nature thing where we go to where our next class is naturally, which could be something others experience. We try to use this natural memory for remembering where classes are, and for our music classes because our rhythms are all the same.

3. We keep our phone in our laptop case with a sensory item, pencils, and other important things like led and earbuds. Things like notebooks, calculators, folders, etc. go into our big binder in case an alter fronts and doesn't know where our locker is/the combination but knows where our next class is (due to the reasons I previously said). This way we can keep what is definitely needed with us.

4. Speaking of supplies, we carry a waterbottle around with us. When we get too dissociated but can't go to the bathroom for cold water, we pour a little on our hands then rub them together to create the friction and an even bigger temperature difference. We also keep things like a rubber band on our wrist for the pain aspect mentioned in the dissociation help post as well as a sour candy in our locker/laptop case in case we need extra help and need to bring another sense back to help ground.

5. Most of our teachers allow(ed) us to use notes during quizzes and tests. Because they didn't see these notes, we took as many as we could and translated them into easier to read handwriting at home while filtering out what was and wasn't needed. Especially in things like our science and math subjects, we included examples of what to do and common mistakes that were made.

6. However not all our teachers allowed us to do that. Instead, we'd still take all the notes we could and translate them, but we'd spend hours reviewing them and hope that for quizzes and tests, the knowledge becomes like a second nature. Luckily we only had two classes like that: Choir (we have an alter specifically for those tests who somehow knows all our music) and Spanish (which we already know quite a bit of but aren't fluent in, so it's not as bad).

7. Unfortunately, triggers at school do exist. We try to avoid them as much as we can, but that's not always possible, especially in classes like English and history where triggering things are a part of everday conversations. To combat this, we've decided that if we know about the lesson plan in advance (most of our teachers tell us at the beginning of the week), we can try to plan a switch for alters more capable of handling it. It doesn't always work, especially since we don't have amazing communication, but it does to an extent.

8. We keep a planner. This helps us keep on top of projects, assignments, appointments, etc. which is hard enough with ADHD, but even harder when you don't even remember being told about it. We also have a color system for if things get done. If they're done, they get crossed off. If they're started but not done, they get orange highlighter. And if they haven't been started (for whatever reason), they get pink highlighter. This helps us know what the most urgent things that need to be done are.

#did system #osdd system #osdd #did alter #did osdd #dissociative system #osdd community #osdd support #osdd things #dissociation #dissociative alters #school #school tips #school time

[elizakai]

Hay :D

Can you tell us what do you use to color your drawings on traditional? I need some tips •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

why hello!! Sorry for such a late answer!!

so, I’m a fun little something we call ✨inconsistent✨(sigh) so while I may not be the best person to ask…but here’s things I commonly use color wise (favored art supply dump)

Alchohol ink markers

I use these most, they are a beautiful thing, my favorite are Ohuhu as they are high quality and a much lower price then brands such as Copic. (Can you taste the salt.)

They have less blend ability in comparison to Copic but are overall a much better investment if you ask me! They are great for a more smooth look! Another one I have around that I use for less saturated colors is touch youch youch

I very much prefer brush pens over the chiseled ones, for a paint like experience, and more dynamic application! Again these are just personal preference!

(I have a bad habit of opening ink capsules and painting with ink. I would not necessarily recommend this.)

Watercolor

There’s lots of pretty nice watercolor you can get for a pretty cheap price! The ones I prefer currently are MeiLiang, I got them online for a good price and they are very nice!

That said I do mix around different brands and such, whatever is on hand.

Gel pens

I love gel pens, even if you just have like one or two it’s such a difference!! I love just having white ones for adding little details and such to drawings! You can also get colors if you like! I use the Jellyrollers!

Colored pencils

a lot of people hate colored pencils which I get, but I find them very helpful for detailing (when I have motivation to do so lol) I often use them on top of drawings I’ve layed down a base of alcohol ink with! That way it has a clean base and can add the fun texture and stuff afterwards!! Those smooth looks can be achieved with pencils alone, I often just don’t have time for that :) it’s very fun though, layering is key with pencils

I do very much enjoy prismicolor colored pencils!!! It’s an investment I don’t regret lol, although I’m sure any soft core colored pencils would have the same effect!!

Posca

occasionally I use posca markers for large poster sized drawings, esp for the ink capsules. I like the paint coverage!! That said they can be a pain to work with.

it’s probably not good to be like me and use all of this on sketch paper. (I know. I’m aware that that is psychotic.) but I do normally use sketch paper, getting some multi medium paper might be good if you are interested in paints inks and pencils though, that way you can use it for all of the above :))

Color wise that’s what I commonly mix and match with, when it comes to pens my FAVORITE pens to sketch or do lineart with are Tombow calligraphy pens. Simple brush pens, it makes detailing harder but I enjoy the dynamics. There’s lots of micro pens you can find for small details as well!! I also prefer to use mechanical pencils for sketching, simply because the mechanical lead stays thin and sharp instead of getting dull. That said, I use very cheap mechanical pencils, and sometimes you need a full pencil depending on the project.

There’s a little mini rant on the art supplies I use color wise, again these are just my preferences from what I’ve tried!! I’m by no means a professional haha, i very much experiment and make a mess of things!

Traditional art can become…quite the investment. Especially when it comes to buying all of the art supplies as your resources dwindle. I have to buy new art supplies much more often than I’d like to admit.

All that said, I am a firm believer of art being able to be formed from any medium!! >:D

be it a simple 2b pencil, a ballpoint pen, or crayons products, I think anything can be used to make something really pretty :))

Only real advice I have is don’t be scared to mix and match, get messy, and experiment!! Do whatever’s most fun, and don’t think you can’t make something great from something simple!! There’s no real rules. Only techniques and suggestions. It can be daunting because there’s no undo button in traditional art, but I think that’s a really good way to expand your abilities :0 it teaches you to roll with mess ups and learn how to work with them!!

Most importantly, let yourself learn from others, but NEVER let people force how you use your supplies, don’t be scared to beat them up if that’s what you need (the art supplies not the people.), and don’t think you need the fanciest things to make nice things >:D

if you want more specific tips and such feel free to ask, I’ll do my best to answer :,)

#karineverse #art #traditional art #art rant oops #I’m probably bad to ask as I use a mix of whatever I can find #But these are some things I like to use! #hope this helps :.)

[chemicallady]

Scale of nicknames based on how serious the situation is

Warning: lots of bad bad words, kids. I'm sorry but this idea was too hilarious to make it different than this. Is stupid? Of course, but everything with Johnny as main character is going to the nuts since the beginning. If we wanted serious contents we wouldn't be so obsessed by Jackass in a very first place.

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~ You don't remember who brought this phenomenal on everybody's attention. It could be Steve O or Wee Man. Rachel is also a potential suspected, she is smart. Certainly isn't Poopies.

~ The issue on the table is how do you call Johnny most of the time. Normally, this shouldn't be that interesting, we are simply talking about the way you call your boyfriend.

~ But we know that the Jackass boys can make a big deal out of absolutely nothing, so here we are.

~ Ehren was the one who took those speculations and litteraly draw a chart. An ugly line chart on paper, using Axe's Pontius color pencils.

~ An now the guys bet and try to figure out how mad you are towards Johnny every time you call him out.

~ 'That was a 3, I'm sure'

~ 'Two bucks on a 4'

~ 'Another lame One.'

~ An so far so forth.

~ But let's see your level of stress and madness according to Dr Danger Ehren's line chart:

Level 1 : Babe, Love, Honey, Awsome. Green light, you are not mad at all. Actually, your mood is really good and you indulge in petnames, cuddles and smiles full of diabetes. This usually happen right before the two of you start to make out, so it is a signal not for Johnny, but for the others, who rapidly move away from you two. Pet names are also used to express concern after Johnny gets to the doctor. Doesn't matter if its due to an injury or sickness, if Johnny feels bad, you feel the urgency of take care of him. You can scroll him in the moment he feels better.

Level 1 : Pj / Johnny / Knox/ Jay : Neutral names. Normally you call him PJ because it is his real name and everyone when the cameras are off uses to call him like that. During interviews or in front of the cameras, you try your best to call him with his stage name so Johnny, Knox.... Jay is also a practical solution because is in between Johnny and PJ and it's a good way to avoid misconceptions. Also you are probably the only person in the world who calls him Jay and he likes it a lot. It makes you be even more special than you use to be. And you are already really special for Johnny.

Level 2, PJaaay : Some urgency here. A stess on the 'a' in PJ can indicate some concern. You also call him like this when you want him to call the day and go home. Doesn't matter if you are horny, tired or annoyed. It is the very first advise you give him before level 3. The answer to this first advise is always a chuckle of a laught because he never learns and he find you cute when you are complaining to him. But you are not cute when you stress the 'a'. You are politely asking him to stop pricking around and he always ignores your kindness. Fool.

Level 3, PJ Fuck! : Every stage names are lost and gone in stage 4. You are annoyed enough to ask for his full attention on the problem. Maybe you really need him to stop bullying someone (Ehren) because he is going too far or you need to eat and sleep after a long day on the set, but he is still laughing all around with Jeff. You love how energic and cheerful he is. Is the best trait he has, being an excellent party clown, so hopelessly optimistic and relaxed all the time... But you have your limits. One of them is resting some hours before another work day. And as far as you love all of them, you want PJ just for you at least once a day. Note: 'fuck', is not mandatory and it can be replaced with 'Goddammit', 'c'mon', 'Jesus Christ on a Stick' or the most elaborated one: ' I don't give a flying fuck, PJ, let's go!'

Level 4, Asshole / Dumbass / Prick: This is usually the very last stage of your rage. Occurres when you are really pissed off. Before he took that bull? ASSHOLE. When he forgot about that important dinner with your family, at your home place and he invited out 20 people? MORON. When he complains because he doesn't want you in big stunts because you can get hurt and ended with a concussion because of the treadmill? PRICK. And those are just a couple of examples, we can go on and on forever. Usually that's the moment in which he also realises how upset you are. Here. Not before. Not at the PJaaay or while you are swearing. You have to insult him in order to obtain a reaction that usually are apologies. Johnny is not such of a fighter when he knows that he is screwing with you. Level 4 is usually the very last one because he doesn't want you to be that angry or concerned. Usually......

Level 5, Philip : Okay, that's the DEFCON4. You never, never call him by his full real name and if you do, the tune is low and static. It happened just once, in front of the guys and that shit scared the hell out everyone. Darkshark made the most notable comment, while everyone else was silent: "You're a dead man, bro. Sorry, I'll bring flowers on your grave." It would be hilarious (and it was on unrealised footage) if you hadn't that scary expression on your face and tears on your eyes. You were too proud to cry but it was clear that you were on the edge. It was an isolated case, happened because Johnny was pulling the rope too much, after the bull incident. He was still recovering and he was already planning other 3 or 4 big stunts before the end of the recording. When the matter is his work, he never let go, like a dog with a bone. And it's okay for you because when you started dating him, you knew that he is really into risky stuff. You don't want to change him, you have never tried. But enough is enough and he is no longer able to take another hit. According to the neurologist, not to you. So basically.... the two of you ran into this big fight and broke up. Yep. In front of everyone. It was awfull and Lance recorded everything by mistake. He was too stunned to switch off his camera. So you two have a proof or how the things can go south when the both of you believe to be in the right. It was a short break up, lasted 10 days at last. But it was painful and after a long talk you both decided to step back and apologise. He decided to stop with big stunts, not only for your sake, but also for his children, sisters and his own health. All in all, level 5 was introduced after the scene you gave to the guys. Thank Goodness have never happen again. Yet.

~ and that's it.

~ actually, Johnny have found this chart really helpful. He can pay more attention to your level of stress thank to it.

~ naturally, he has never got credit to Ehren.

#johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfic #jackass ff #jackass x reader #jackass

[weebannihilator]

Yall will go fucking rabid, screaming and crying tripping over yourselves to make sure no one says the word ""insane"" but its dead fucking silent when those same people you're apparently "defending" try to advocate for themselves. And if not completely ignored, we're just talked over. Again and again and again. Sureee. Calling someone insane isn't nice i guess but for fucks sake can we focus on something that actually?? matters?????

Instead of trying to baby proof the internet from meanie bad words, maybe it would be more useful to focus on what you can start doing right now that will actually help:

Stop stigmatizing us.

If people were genuinely interested in helping us when they're barking the "don't say insane!!" rant, (They're not.) then it literally wouldn't take anymore than doing your own research to understand what and who they're trying to help. It can be hurtful, but someone calling me insane will never be anywhere near as harmful as the complete lack of even basic knowledge the public has about the disorders they like to stigmatize and laugh at. I can name so many just off the top of my head:

BPD (Borderline personality disorder) is extremely common. There are over 3 million cases every year. A majority of people who have BPD developed it because they were victims of early childhood truama or neglect, but the world has made it out that they're always going to be inherent abusers. Same with NPD. (Narcissistic personality disorder) It's painted that all of them are evil monsters, even though the majority developed the disorder after being abused themselves in childhood. (find a more in depth study/explanation here!)

Instead of focusing your "support" on telling people not to say insane, why don't you focus on visibility and acceptance for victims with disorders?

OCD (Obessive compulsive disorder) is an anxiety disorder associated with intrusive thoughts. Saying, "I'm so OCD" because you like to color code your pencils is careless sterotyping but an extremely common saying.

So why don't you focus on educating yourself/others when you make those mistakes?

Psychosis is common. It is not an illness itself, but a symptom. 3 in 100 people will likely have at least one psychotic episode in their lives, even those without disorders associated with it, after traumatic events. (Ex. like the death of a loved one or a natural disaster.)

So why don't you focus on normalizing reactions to truama? Even the "crazy" ones?

((For most of the extra information above^, I've linked Mayo Clinic webpages. They are easily accessible with accurate descriptions. They cover all symtoms and causes while still staying unbiased and offering support.))

I really could go on and on but this whole thing is just giving me a fucking headache. If you've been on the "dont say insane" bandwagon with absolutely nothing else to show, either shut up and stop pretending you have some moral high ground on illnesses you dont know shit about, or take a step off of your high horse and LISTEN TO US. If you're defending people with disorders, then learn from people with disorders and what we actually care about and need your support for.

We appreciate the effort, but if you're at all genuine about wanting to help, we need you to put that effort into what actually matters to us.

#intentional or not the whole dont say insane' thing feels more like an excuse to talk about us even less than you already do #this is so long winded and impulsive what do i even tag im just tired #bpd #bi polar disorder #npd #ocd #psychosis #mental health awareness #long post #rant #ok to reblog #but be fucking nice please

[skyflyinginaction]

Clamp Art Style Analysis: Part 4: Examining Concept art: xxxholic, Code Geass, Kabuki Bu

Now time for xxxholic concept art. The early concept art closely resembles ukiyoe painting; this is seen in the design of the characters. If you look at the concept art it was done with a pencil and then colored with an ink pen much like Tsubasa Holic had concept art with characters inked. 

While looking at how Yuko was inked, that was something I found interesting about it. There were pencil lines in Yuko's hair, her hair was drawn by a pencil and then inked with a pen.

Even when Yuko's hair is inked it does have a shape. The end of her long hair does have a shape; they draw the basic shape of her with a pencil. There are ink lines in her bangs and other hair in front that flow down naturally. This is done by pencil and then filled in by pen.  When it came to yukos hair they inked the outline with a pen then they filled it with an ink Clamp that inked the strands of her hair even the hair flowing down her shoulder was inked.

Watanuki's concept art is drawn by pencil first then his hair and clothes were inked like yukos.

Watanuki had hair strands sticking out of his hair. His hair is inked in the series but his pencil sketch had few lines. The Watanuki next to Domaki is close to the Watanuki we know in the series.

Watanuki’s poses are exaggerated in the manga but his concept art had his poses look different the Watanuki here is different from the Watanuki we know his poses looked realistic it wasn’t long or noodly like in the manga Watanuki is expressive so it would make sense that his poses are exaggerated. Watanuki has a variety of emotions in the concept art he looked mischievous and saucy compared to how we see him in the series he looked a lot younger like a middle schooler than what we see him now due to his poses and expressions Clamp toned down his mischievous expression to make him relatable. 

Domeki's concept art looked radically different, Domeki’s expression is a lot different in concept art even featuring a weird one of him smiling. Domeki's expression changed the impression of his character.

His smiling made him look smug, almost like you want to punch him.

The bottom one down below resembles the Domeki expression in the series.

Domeki did not have too many lines in his hair and looked simple in the sketch which makes it seem not too hard to draw. Domeki had deep eye folds and slanted sleepy eyes in the concept art, the slanted and sleepy eyes are something Clamp had trouble drawing since it had a lot of lines because of the lines they needed to use to ink.

Domekis’ his expression and eyes as something Clamp found tricky. since his expression changed the impression of his character and the lines in Domeki’s eyes made it difficult for Clamp to ink.

For Himawari’s concept art, Clamp didn’t change compared to her design in the main series. Himawari’s hair is curly and tied in twin tails her twin tails were curly in a spiral in the manga in the sketch in the concept art when she hasn’t inked the sketch her hair has a shape and silhouette

there are few lines in her bangs with her hair curly and curves at the end.

Himawari's previous design was reserved and mature but her design changed to look energetic and bright I think the reason why they changed her design was to give Himawari a more ominous feeling when she appeared in the manga. I think this change in her design is done intentionally by Clamp to not make Himawari’s ability to cause others misfortune to those around her obvious. I think the reason why Clamp chose this as Himawari's design is to be misleading they changed her design because they didn’t want Himawari's bad luck to be obvious in her design. 

Now time for the animation productions, Clamp was involved in animation productions and even had a hand in concept design for the characters with code Gauss being one of the main examples. Clamp is the main creator of Code Geass’s character designs; they had a hand in creating the characters for the series. 

For code geass, Clamp drew numerous characters and experimented with designs for the series The director led the direction of the designs and Clamp drew them Clamp wanted to see how much the director would allow in terms of design within the worldview view Clamp came up with various costumes and designs as a test for code geass 

The main character Lelouch is the only one with many sketches since he is the main character so he appears more than once.

The first concept art of Lelouch was colored with his first sketches.. 

Clamp took outside sources as inspirations for their designs with the characters for Lelouch whose real-life main influences in his character design are Japanese idol duos KinKi Kids and Tackey & Tsubasa, Clovis outfit resembles someone French court

and Schneizel's appearance in his design came from greek sculptures,

Sayoko looked more Japanese in her design,

Clamp drew Rolo with the image between Lelouch and Nunnally 

Looking at the concept art of code geass the lines are loose and not heavily detailed This is drawn to know where things are placed there are a lot of clean fine lines I guess that it's done by mechanical pencil.

When I talked about someone about code gauss concept art and how they drew a long time ago I realized one thing 

The lines in the concept art looked to be drawn by their wrists due to the long lines an artist can recognize if it's drawn by the wrist. 

The Clamp concept art for Code Geass looked more detailed compared to the rest of the concept art they did for manga, There may be more lines in the clothes. The clothes have more details in Code Geass mostly because it's drawn for an anime. The eyes in the characters are stylized, and both the eyes and jawline are darkened; you can see these both clearly in the face.

When it comes to hair in the concept art I tried to find out how it was drawn, The hair isn’t detailed compared to the illustration. When I view the hair in the concept art for the hair it flows naturally, goes everywhere has movement and uses few lines. I view the number of lines in hair and the bangs in concept art as short hair doesn’t have too many lines. When it comes to hair it focuses on the silhouette, general shape, lines, and movement, it uses simple lines when drawing the hair and bangs. The silhouette of the hair is drawn instead of the details in concept art.

Curly or wavy hair is a bunch of squiggly lines even if the bangs are curly or wavy.

The hair has curved lines for the hair that is wavy or curly even where the hair ends.

The long hair can be curly at the end too. The concept art splits the hair into sections and clumps the hair this is like drawing from out of the photograph.

Some Clamp art or concept art looked like realistic paintings drawn from a photograph.

For the next concept art: Kabuki Bu. It follows the same formula for the colored concept art. The pencil lines in the concept art meant that they drew it first with pencil and scanned it then the color on a computer or tablet they chose a base color in the concept art for the animation.

This isn’t the first time they drew digitally like with kabuki bu. 

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#clamp #meta #kabuki bu #Code Geass #xxxholic #tsubaki nekoi #mokona #satsuki igarashi #nanase ohkawa #my meta

[aleprouswitch]

In October 2011, my mental health was deteriorating for a multitude of reasons and I was actively thinking about killing myself. I told my therapist after a bad episode on my college campus and he suggested a mental health facility that would provide care without insurance. The idea seemed a bit terrifying, but I decided to do it because I was afraid of what I was capable of doing in terms of harming myself.

My mom refused to take me to the facility, so I had to ask a then-friend if he could drive me to the facility to check in on Friday night. He agreed to. Friday night comes, and I try calling him, and I'm getting no answer. Finally he calls me back, and he's hammered. Shitfaced. Three sheets to the fucking wind. Obviously, he can't drive. I am beyond angry and also worried.

I had no other choice but to post on Facebook that yes, I was having a mental health crisis and I needed somebody to drive me to the facility to be admitted. A guy on the local music scene that I barely knew agreed to drive me. He was actually really nice and stayed with me in the lobby until I got called back for admittance. I was asked a big string of questions and signed some paperwork, and that was it.

My phone was taken away from me and I was thrust into Grippy Sock Land. Food was scarce and daily activities were heavily regulated. We had an "art hour" where we were given colored pencils and markers and encouraged to draw. Apparently my drawing was disturbing to the caretakers because of the religious imagery used in it. In truth, the art piece didn't really mean much of anything. We were shown old movies and made to watch infomercials about medications.

I was placed on multiple medications that made me extremely drowsy and I spent hours upon hours sleeping in a room with two beds. The other bed was at first occupied by a woman who appeared to be in her 40s. All she did was cry hysterically and say she needed help over and over. She was eventually removed and sent to another facility. My second roommate was a convicted felon facing another robbery charge. I saw her mugshot not long after release.

The only thing that helped me retain my sanity during those three days was that surprisingly, a friend of mine at the time was admitted during the same weekend, also for suicidal thoughts. My friend was trans but not out yet, and at the time they were married to a man I had known since high school. We found little ways to make each other laugh despite our bleak surroundings, and that gave me hope.

After release, I got my phone back and found that my now ex-friend who was too drunk to take me to be admitted three days earlier had send multiple text messages apologizing for "failing" me. I just rolled my eyes. Another ex-friend messaged me on Facebook about my stay, saying she was "jealous" because I got a "vacation" for a few days. I was so disgusted by her words. Nothing about that experience resembled a "vacation" at all. It was miserable. It was hell.

My co-workers acted scared to talk to me when I returned to work afterward, as if I was volatile and should be approached with caution. My mom never really talked to me about my stay, which I expected. I did get some really nice messages from people I knew, including some musicians I networked with, that made me feel better about my experience and like I did the right thing to help myself.

Twelve years have passed since that ordeal. Almost nobody I was friends with then are still in my life now. Two of the people mentioned in this post sexually assaulted me. Another did something horrible to hurt me in 2013 and I have had them blocked on all social media since. I have never gone back to that mental health facility and I never want to be there again. The lead doctor there was pretty nice, but everyone else made me feel like a circus animal.

I am in the long, arduous process of making sense of my traumatic experiences and maybe that's why I'm writing all of this out. The more removed I am from these experiences, the more fucked up I'm realizing that they were. I deserved kindness and rarely received it during those years. Of course I wasn't perfect and I had problems, but sometimes it really does hit me how everyone in my life was treating me like a burden or something in the way back then.

#personal #life #mental health #suicide tw #suicidal thoughts tw

[cqtlatte]

hiii your art always make my day better, so hope u had a good day too. But can I ask what brushes you usually use in your arts? Like the way you use brushes and colors are so good TuT I can't fathom it sometimes. How do u make those kinds of textures. I'm new in this tumbler, so apologies if it's already been answered before. <33

Heyo anon, thanks for asking and no problem! I've answered this a couple of times before across all my platforms, but ig this is a good opportunity to answer and add to my carrd FAQ! <3 Let me break down what I use them for a bit too. (lots of blabbing below so I'll but a read-more tab)

Main:

 (sketching) Design pencil (default in CSP, you can probably find it on the assets store because it was from the earlier version of CSP)

(sketching/coloring/general use) G-pen

(sketching/coloring/general use) Dense watercolor (same case as the design pencil)

As for brushes that I use for texturing and painting, I use the Daub brush pack for CSP. My favorites come from the aenigma, pigmento, and basiliscus sets. You can find them on gumroad, or just google! I believe they have brushes for procreate and photoshop too but I think the brush packs aren't the same across platforms. 

For making the texture itself, it's kind of a random process that idk how to explain properly lmao. Let me link my Kokomi timelapse so you can see how much I jump around the canvas to carve out the textures:

 I like to use different blending modes and layer tons of different colors. The color jitter function is super amazing too for that purpose, but probably shouldn't be overused for the sake of balance. (personally still trying to avoid over-saturating my works with textures tbh)

To be 100000% honest though, I tend to jump around a lot, and I certainly don't use all of those brushes in every piece.

I used to lurk around a lot myself and hoard tons of brushes other artists were using, until I saw a comment of an artist I admire: "sometimes the brush you use really isn't important. Without practice the painting will be ugly."(not the most accurate translation probably because it was written in another language)

After that I had like… an epiphany moment where I really believed them, and drew a Bonanus fanart in June. I made the lineart with a g-pen (which I never used cuz I always thought I'd be somehow inhibiting my creative power using default brushes or something), and the piece ended up blowing up on twt much to my surprise.. LOL. After that, I started to care less about other's brushes and instead of looking for more, try to figure out how I could make cool textures and strokes with the ones I currently had at my disposal.

(said bonanus art)

This isn't a statement to say "stop looking for other artist's brushes, copying brushes bad, etc" because there is a LOT that you can learn from using other artist's brush inventory.

But you can also have a lot of fun drawing when you focus less about what other's use, and more about what brushes YOU are comfortable using + feels right to you. Sometimes you may even need to tweak them a bit in their brush settings instead of using their default form before they feel comfy for you! It's a matter of exploring and figuring out what works and what doesn't in your workflow, hehe.

Anyways I hope this answer helps as we all continue our art journey together. Sending positive vibes your way anon! <3

#asks #<3 inbox

[bone-weaver]

Yesterday I woke up from a dream where I was in a horror-movie-esque reality show where people die in the challenges and if you get “voted off the island” by the judges they kill you. Thrilling right? Well, all of the participants were these adolescent children who looked like Rainbow High and Madoka Magicka characters (so that was terrifying).

When someone lost a challenge they didn’t just get shot or something: every few challenges they have this formal broadcasted going away ceremony where all of the losers would go on TV with their families and be interviewed one last time before “moving on to a different place”—meaning they take them back in some private room and give them a lethal injection like in The Giver. One of the women doing the interviewing was new and really wanted to capture raw drama and emotion from the participants. Acting super sweet, she crouched down and asked this one boy to tell her what he *really* thought about all of this. (He was a cute little black kid with a monochromatic orange color scheme because RH.) When she did this, the kid laughed in her face and violently stabbed her with a pencil, causing her to need to leave the set for medical attention. Good on that kid.

After the kids were taken away, there would be exhibits made about them with a lifelike statue of them in the room where they’d lived during the show. The idea was that by the end there would be a collection of these in house they’d been sharing and people could come see it as a tourist attraction. All of the exhibits were super cute and feel-good and just wholesome and commemorative of these “sweet kids who moved on to a new place”. After the going away ceremony, I went into the room where they were building these with one of the other participants and we watched some people put up the exhibits about the four or five kids who’d been taken away. (Yes. The messed up nature of all of this was heavily implied.)

Implications aside however, in the moment it weirdly wasn’t actually that scary of a dream. It was one of those dreams where I was pretty sure I had plot armor and was going to win the reality show. It was still not pleasant however. The participants were all getting to be friends so every time one lost it was super sad and traumatic for everyone. (Violet Willow lost on the first challenge and while everyone was sad for her, we also all kind of saw it coming.)

In my head, all of the challenges were themed off of a different fear from The Magnus Archives. We were on a short intermission before we started the second to last challenge which was Vast themed. It would involve paddling around an endless ocean in little boats and eventually working together to survive an encounter with some kind of kraken or sea monster. Weirdly, there was some kind of mechanic in the system where some of the participants had been through the challenges multiple times. I’d been through and survived the Vast challenge before, but that was as far as I’d gotten. The gimmick of the Vast challenge is that it would force participants to work together more than ever before so that they would bond a bunch more before A) one or two more kids are voted off the island and B) they’re all pitted against each other in the last challenge (for ultimate, tear-jerking drama of course).

And what’s the last challenge? I don’t know exactly—I never made it that far before. Just that it was going to take place in a beautiful garden/forest/parkland. And that it would be Flesh themed. Also, I think it was implied that it would be more pvp than the previous challenges.

In spite of just having totally flopped one of the last challenges (why were we performing a line dance for one of the challenges ? I don’t know. I’m really bad at line dances though) I’d survived so far and was preparing to compete in the Vast challenge for the second time.

It was at this point my mom called my phone and woke me up. I’m a bit disappointed I didn’t get to do the ocean challenge and see how things turned out, but you know? I think I’m okay with not living through a murdery Flesh nightmare, even just in a dream.

#my brain writes cursed fanfic while I sleep #dreams I had #freaky #cursed crossover #TMA #most fandoms are freakier when you add Rainbow High #rainbow high #the magnus archives #madoka magica #hunger games vibes #reality show #deadly reality show #last night i dreamt #the vast #the flesh