#yes im posting this hella late in the day but alas <3

[harringtown]

the one the lighthouse left alone

requested by anonymous

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: the reader stays with a spooked Eddie after Chrissy’s death (aka just-one-bed, except its actually a kayak, hurt/comfort, and love confessions) 

word count: 3.1k

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Eddie is trying to look for the positives in this situation.

He’s failing miserably. But after almost twelve hours with nothing apart from his own brain and the sharp memories of the night before, pointless mind exercises are all he has left.

Positive: someone came out and patched the hole in Rick’s roof, so while Eddie may be freezing, he won’t be losing any extremities.

Positive: he hasn’t heard a siren in over an hour and a half.

Positive: he’s still alive.

It’s that last one that keeps punching him in the chest. He’s struggling to find the bright side, or the reason, that he’s still alive, and Chrissy is not. Chrissy, whose only apparent crime was setting foot inside Eddie’s trailer.

He’d just wanted to help her. To give her something that took away that desperate, jumpy look on her eyes. It’s a look Eddie knows; one he’s seen in the mirror a thousand times. But he didn’t help her. He took one look and ran as fast and as far as he could, which wasn’t really that fast or far at all.

Now Chrissy’s dead.

Positives, Munson. Find the goddamn positives.

It was his mother’s tactic, her way to find the light in the darkness that was their life. Eventually, she stopped looking, but Eddie, despite his best attempts, didn’t. Can’t.

A voice echoes outside the shed. Eddie freezes, gaze sweeping the shed for some kind of weapon. He figures the cops already want to take him down, he might as well make it difficult for them.

It’s not like they’d believe him if he told the truth.

He ends up clutching the broken shards of a beer bottle, ducking under a tarp just as the shed’s door whines open.

Eddie holds his breath. Voices fill the shed, and he even recognizes a few of them—one of the younger Hellfire members, Dustin, and, for some godforsaken reason, Steve Harrington—but he doesn’t move a muscle. He just waits for his chance.

They have to have come in a car. If he can just get to the door—

Someone reaches for his tarp, and Eddie jerks up, shoving the tarp aside and throwing himself against the intruder, pushing them back until they slam into the rickety walls. Eddie presses the point of the shard into their throat, every single nerve singing with adrenaline.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait—” Steve Harrington’s word fall out in a rush, and his protests are joined by his odd little group, but it isn’t until the last voice joins the throng that he stills.

“Eddie?”

Eddie’s head snaps in the direction of the voice. You stand next to Robin Buckley from band, and you don’t look horrified, but relieved.

Eddie pulls the glass away from Steve’s neck, releasing him.

Steve curses, jumping away, a hand flying to his neck.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Eddie asks, his vision tunneling. He doesn’t care that he doesn’t know or trust most of the people in this ramshackle building. He just cares that you’re here.

You let out a relieved, sharp laugh. “Looking for you.”

“We’re here to help,” Dustin says.

Eddie’s eyes narrow as he takes in the group. Before he can speak, though he has no idea what he’s planning to say, you do it first.

“We know you didn’t do it,” you say, taking a tentative step toward him. “What happened to Chrissy wasn’t your fault.”

Eddie almost moves toward you, but he can’t quiet the warning bells in his head.

“And how exactly do you know that?” he asks.

You exchange a look with Steve Harrington, which bothers Eddie more than he likes.

“It’s kind of a long story,” you say. “And you may not believe it.”

“Try me,” Eddie says.

-

“Harrington,” you call, “do you have any spare clothes in your car?”

Steve frowns. “I mean, an old set of sweats and maybe a tee shirt, but—“

“Clean?”

He gives you a withering look that says screw you, but Max’s words pull his attention when she asks, “Wait, you’re not staying here, are you?”

“Bad idea,” Robin says.

“No, she’s not,” Steve says. He props his hands on his hips. “Because that would be stupid.”

“And a surefire way to get arrested,” Max adds.

“Or, killed,” Dustin says. At the surprised expressions, he quickly amends, “By the thing that killed Chrissy, obviously.”

“You are not the boss of me,” you say, jabbing a finger at Steve. To Max, you add, “And if I’m here, we’re way less likely to get arrested.”      

But that’s not why you want to stay, even if you won’t admit it. Since the moment you heard Eddie’s name with suspect tacked on the end, you’ve been a live wire. Then you heard what really happened in that trailer—saw the terrified, caged-animal look in Eddie’s eyes.

You can’t just leave him here, all alone.

“Kinda feel like that’s an insult,” Eddie interjects, raising a hand.

“Do you want the company or not?” you ask, cocking a brow.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Steve says.

“You have a bad feeling about everything, Steve,” Dustin says, rolling his eyes. “You’re the boy who cried anxiety.”

“Yeah, and I’ve been right, every time—”

“Harrington,” you say, clapping your hands. “Clothes?”

He huffs a breath. After ten years of friendship, he really shouldn’t be surprised you ended up here. And if he didn’t want you involved with anything monstrous, he shouldn’t have dragged you into the monstrosity three years ago.

Just you, that was something you could manage. But now Eddie is involved. One of the people you’ve fought to keep out of all this since it started.

You’ll be damned if he ends up another victim.

-

After triple-checking all the curtains and the faulty lock on the boat shed door, you join Eddie in the seatless kayak in the middle of the room. With all the blankets and spare hoodies from the shed and Steve’s trunk combined, it isn’t the worst makeshift bed. In another life, it might even be fun.

It isn’t. Not with Eddie jumping at every creaking floorboard or whisper of the wind. Not with your own memories rolling like film credits behind your eyes.

You climb over the kayak ledge, lowering carefully down next to Eddie, who stretches out with his head pillowed on a life vest. The kayak is big enough to hold you both, but still small enough that laying side by side on your backs means being pressed together.  

“You didn’t have to do this,” Eddie whispers. “You probably shouldn’t have.”

You frown, turning your head to look at him. His attention stays focused on the ceiling.

“I know you didn’t do it,” you say.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” he says. He still doesn’t look at you.

You exhale, gaze trailing up to the wooden-slat ceiling. Half the boards are discolored and rotting.

“It wasn’t your fault, Eddie,” you say. “You have to know that.”

Eddie says nothing for a long time. So long, you don’t think he’s going to.

“You know, I never really thought of myself as the guy who takes off when shit hits the fan. But that’s what I did. I just… ran.”

“You couldn’t have saved her,” you say.

“I could have tried,” Eddie says fiercely, fiercer than you’ve ever heard him.

And you know there’s nothing you can say that will make it okay, make the guilt he carries easier to bear, because you’ve carried it, too.

“Yeah, well, I’m glad you didn’t,” you say. “I don’t even care if that’s selfish. I’m glad that you got out of there. That you’re okay.”

Eddie lets out a trembling breath. He lapses into silence again, and that, above all, shows you how rattled he is. Eddie Munson fills the silence because he’s uncomfortable in it, because if he talks, he can control the situation. But right now, he doesn’t even bother. He’s lost in his own head.

And there isn’t a way to pull him all the way out. Only time can do that.

So, instead of trying, you just slip your hand over his, and when he doesn’t pull away, you lace your fingers together. Squeeze once. Eddie squeezes back.

Somewhere in the distance, maybe a block or two away, a siren flares to life, growing louder for just a moment before fading, but it’s enough to make Eddie jerk up like he’s been electrocuted.

“It’s okay,” you say, sitting up and taking him by the shoulders, guiding him back down. “You’re okay.” He is all stiff limbs and sharp breaths, but he doesn’t fight it when you draw him down against you, an arm over his waist, forehead against his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

One of his hands flies up, fingers wrapped around your wrist like it’s a life raft line. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make any sound at all, as he breaks. Eddie’s body shakes, and his chest heaves, and the top of your head grows damp with his tears, but he’s silent.

And when it stops, he’s quiet too. But he doesn’t let you go, and you hold on tight, until he falls into a fitful sleep, and long after.

-

You wake against a trembling, muttering form, half your body damp with sweat and one leg entirely asleep. Already, your back aches something fierce, and you’re surely going to regret sleeping here tomorrow, but it isn’t the discomfort that woke you. Curled at your side, Eddie shakes like someone is sending charges up and down his spine. His breaths come out in soft, quick pants, but he doesn’t scream. Like even in a nightmare, he doesn’t want to shift the ground he’s standing on.

You push halfway up, careful not to rock the kayak too much as you place your hands on his shoulders and shake.

“Eddie,” you say. “Wake up.”

His eyes snap open, and they are wild and bloodshot. He jerks upwards, only kept from leaping out of the kayak by your steady grip on his shoulders.

“It’s okay. You’re alright,” you say, talking to him like you might a frightened, stray animal.

The word no falls from his lips so many times, so fast, it turns to gibberish. Eddie is all stiff, jerky movements, his breathing ragged and his fingers gripping the kayak ledges so hard you think he could snap off a piece of wood.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s not real.” You have to get practically in his lap to make him look at you, taking his face in your hands. Any other time, he’d most certainly make a lewd joke about this. “It was just a bad dream.”

“It wasn’t a dream,” Eddie says. “It happened. It—“ He rakes a hand through his hair. His forehead gleams with a thin sheen of sweat despite the cool night. He eyes the rest of the shed, and the locked door, and even if you didn’t know Eddie Munson, you’d know he’s getting ready to bolt.

“Look at me, Eddie,” you say, and now, you are in his lap, straddling his waist, hands running up and down his tense arms. “It’s not real. It’s a memory.”

Eddie shakes his head, already starting to protest, but you don’t give him the chance.

“Can you touch a memory?” you ask.

Eddie frowns. “What? No—”

“Can a memory touch you?”

“No. Obviously, not, but—”

“The past is only as real as you let it be,” you say. “And right now, in Reefer Rick’s shitty shed, in this tiny kayak that is going to screw up both of our backs, the past does not exist.”

Eddie’s nostrils flare, and you can see the panic waging its battle behind his eyes.

“Right now, right here,” you say, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, “it doesn’t exist. It can’t hurt you.”

Eddie takes a breath. Leans into you, just a little bit.

“Right now, you’re safe,” you say softly.

Eddie closes his eyes for a long second. When he opens them, he says, “I keep—God, I keep seeing her face. You’d think she’d have looked scared, or, shit, I don’t know, something, but those eyes—” He stops again. Shakes his head hard, as if he’s trying to dislodge the memory. “She was empty.”

A piece of your heart breaks for this boy you tried so hard to keep safe—to keep as far away from all this as possible. All the canceled plans and lies. All the things you and Eddie Munson might have become if this hadn’t been sitting between you.

“Come here,” you say, sliding off his lap, laying back down. And to your surprise, Eddie sinks down into your arms.

At some point, you’ll both have to deal with all the lines you’ve crossed tonight—the blurry line of friendship you’ve already been dancing along—but something about the dark or the circumstances make the future seem too far away to be concerning.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” you say. “What you saw in that trailer, or what you see in your nightmares. But if you ever want to, I’ll be here.” And because you’re afraid you’ve admitted too much, you add, “All of us will.”

One of Eddie’s arms is slung over your waist, and he messes the hem of your—well, technically, Hawkins High School’s—hoodie between two fingers. Eventually, he asks, “Does it go away?”

You frown, looking down at him, though all you can see from this angle is the crown of his dark hair where he lays against your chest. You catch one of his curls between your fingers, looping it once, twice, three times before you ask, “Does what go away?”

Eddie hesitates. “Oh, you know. The whole, mind-numbing, piss-yourself fear.”

You smile, because even though he’s been through hell, he’s still Eddie. The Upside Down hasn’t broken him yet.

“Not completely,” you say. “But it gets… smaller. You get braver. You learn how to fight it.”

Eddie pauses again. He’s quieter tonight than he has been in your years of friendship.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asks. “Clearly, this isn’t your first demonic rodeo.”

“No. It’s not,” you say, avoiding the first question.

But it’s Eddie, and he’s never met a question he couldn’t pull an answer out of. He seems to chew on his words for a beat before he says, “So, all the weird injuries. The secrets. This is what you were hiding?”

You say nothing, because if you open your mouth, you won’t be able to shut it.

“What, you didn’t think I could help?”

“Of course, not—” You say.

“Did you think I’d get in the way? Do something stupid, get somebody killed?” He huffs a breath. “Better to just keep me on the sidelines, where I can’t screw anything up.”

“Is that what you think?” You scoff.

Eddie sits up, and his absence is like a cold blanket everywhere he touched.

“If you’ve got a better story, sweetheart, I’d love to hear it,” he says, waving a hand.

“I didn’t tell you because I was trying to avoid this,” you say, gesturing at the shoddy cabin, at him, at all of it. “Because when people get involved, they get hurt, and sometimes, they die, and I can’t lose anyone else. Especially not someone I—” Your mouth forms words faster than you can screen them, and you manage to shut off the tap just before taking a step you can’t go back from. “I just can’t lose anyone else.”

“Someone that you…?” Eddie trails off.

You ease back against the kayak’s side, averting your gaze.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” Eddie asks.

“You know what.”

Eddie makes a humph noise. “Yeah, well, if there’s anything the last twenty four hours has taught me, it’s that I don’t actually know shit.”

You force yourself to meet his eyes. Somehow, opening your mouth to speak is scarier than the monsters you’ll soon have to face.

“I didn’t stay with you because I was worried you’d get yourself arrested, or because I thought you needed a babysitter,” you say. “I stayed because I love you. And it’s okay if you don’t, and I’m sorry if that makes things weird, but you have to know, I wanted to tell you about all of this so many times—”

Eddie says your name, and his tone, stiff and quiet, cuts your ramble in half. You clamp your mouth shut, ignoring the heat rushing up your neck and throughout your cheeks.

He says it again, moving while he does it, shifting closer until there is nowhere to go but over the side of the kayak. But he lingers there, just looking at you.

“Say something,” you murmur. If you have to bear another second of this, you won’t be the only one to die before Eddie’s eyes tonight.

A lopsided, almost shy smile plays on his lips as he says, “I’m trying to think of something to say that doesn’t sound really, really stupid.”

A cold front washes over your skin, and you inch away from him, clenching your teeth.

“We don’t have to talk about—”

Eddie takes your chin in one hand, guiding your eyes back to his. His gaze flicks around your face, dropping down to your mouth and back up. He licks his lips.

“No, that’s not what I—” He stops. Shakes his head. “Screw it.”

“What?” you ask, but before the word is entirely out of your mouth, Eddie leans forward and kisses you.

For an entire second, you’re so shocked, you don’t move, don’t breathe, and Eddie takes it exactly the wrong way. Just as he starts to pull back, you reach for him, catching his lips in yours.

And this time, you don’t freeze. You kiss him back.

At first, it’s hungry and clumsy, like making up for lost time, but it shifts, softens, and by the time Eddie pulls back, your brain is fuzzy, and your lips are numb.

He dips his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut.

“I do, too,” he says, so quietly that even the wind probably can’t hear; the words are for you and you alone. “Love you.”

And you might be in a ramshackle, crumbling boat shed, with a boy on the run from murder charges—false, but still—but it almost feels like a sacred space. Like all the horror and mayhem outside these walls can’t touch either of you.

Eventually, you’ll both have to open the door and face what’s waiting on the other side. But for now, it is just you and Eddie and a kayak, and that’s all that matters.

-

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My notes cause I don't need them anymore (not a hail Mary attempt)

To the girl I've spent countless hours and days with I still love you more than life itself even though I may not need you i want you in my life your cute little smile when you fuck something up or when you can't reach something and you need my help your laugh and smile is euphoric and your character as a whole is amazing i love spending every waking moment with you you have been so helpful and kind to me hell you got me through many tough times and I'm sorry I am so inactive and don't like going out much I'll try to work on that but i just wnant to hold you in my arms forever and keep you close to me and safe you are absolutely drop dead gorgeous you will make a wonderful mother one day to our children or otherwise and I envy whoever you end up choosing if it's not me there's a couple of things i want to do again with you like another concert where it feels like just you and me or another round at the fair itd be wonderful i love you Rebekah so much I hope you know that and I miss you a lot too its 2 am so im gonna go to sleep goodnight  i promise if i have anymore to say ill come back and add on sleep well my beautiful angel <3 funny thing is im typing this to make myself feel better like im talking to you even though you probably won't ever see this i pray that you will find what you need in life you mean so much to me i told my new coworker about you and how gorgeous and smart you are i really wish i could just tell you all of this but you want me to stay away  i really hope we find our happily ever after whether it be together or apart but you will always be so many of my firsts and so many of my fondest memories <3 today I told my new coworker how proud I was of you getting your car and how you bought it yourself i really miss hugging you and cuddling you and seeing your gorgeous ass self you are really amazing and i love you so much I'd die/take a bullet for you in a heartbeat but today i really came to a realization you probably won't like to hear if you get back together with me i realized that even though im a little chubby and should really work out more i am the whole package I will be a great husband and have a great future and whomever decides to come along for that ride would really enjoy it i feel so if you weren't to come back you're missing out on a guaranteed great husband and great future which yes i know confidence much maybe almost downright cocky but I'm happy with what the future holds for me and whomever decides to come with me and if I've said it once I've said it a thousand times i wish it could be you i really do cause despite my being scared of you potentially cheating I have faith and deep down i know you won't cause you are honest and real with me (unless you weren't in which case awwwkwaaarrrdd) but yeah you'd be a great mother and whoever you marry will be lucky and happy they have you and same thing for me :) you know the funniest thing anytime i text anyone and so ok i love you too your name pops up first in my next word choice box cause that's what I did i loved you hell i definitely still do and for some reason if you asked me to marry you there would be no hesitation no i need time to think just one word yes cause that's who i am and that's how head over heels i am for you i want to hug you bad hell I'd give away my paycheck to fucking see and talk to you again and make you fall in love all over again you did something no one and nothing could do you made me truly happy like true true happiness i love you so much Rebekah sleep well baby girl I hope you have a fantastic day tomorrow you are the bestest ever forever <3 lol today was my first ever college football tailgate with my church college group in Greenville today was also one of those days I was sad but i wasn't at first i was fine just felt a little out of place but quickly threw myself in and i got away from everyone for a bit and checked snapchat and saw that you finally got your tattoo and I was so happy for you but sad at the same time cause I wanted to be with you maybe get one with you but sadly i missed that milestone

Im sorry for missing your first tattoo I wish i couldve been there for you and with you im so proud of you cause your tattoo couldn't be truer you are coming from nothing and making big strides that's a big accomplishment I love you hell maybe I'll get a tattoo soon you never know i saw the flirting posts that i "liked" so i unfollowed you on everything cause it hurt so much i like instantly started crying and what do they have i don't you are killing me it broke me all over again i did everything I could to make you happy i tried so hard and it feels like you're really not fighting or trying to better yourself it feels like you just want to get with someone else cause I wasn't enough for you my efforts meant nothing today a Sunday night i was with my small group and you "accidentally sent me a video of you showing off your new tattoo the day or so after i removed you from all social media since i found out unfriending doesn't make me disappear on your end so i blocked you sorry but i have to thank you for understanding and being respectful so recently I've really been going after God and it came to my attention that i was wanting you to be something you can't be and weren't designed to be aka i wanted you to satisfy me completely which is impossible only God can do that also i lusted after you so much even though i had so much love for you aswell but my lust being me using you for my benefit aka my happiness and stuff was wrong i should've been more loving aka sacrificial of myself to benefit or help you and I'm so very sorry about that i wish i couldve been a better leader for you sadly for right now at least it seems i am too late hey i just wanted to say even if we don't get back together I'm really glad i met you you were a wonderful first also you'd be proud of me i was gogogo for 17/18 hours from 4:50am to 9:53pm thats kinda insane for me lol I'm so happy today like i feel hella blessed and loved and it's not necessarily from a person i just feel so in touch with God rn i know ur probably like smh but for real im like on fire its awesome but i just wanted to let you know even though you might never see this and if you do its been a hot minute lol but it's not to hurt you it's to show you i guess my self improvement slash progression of life in general i suppose  also just wanted you to know but im sure u already do you are a really beautiful woman and I am saying that cause i can appreciate a beautiful woman you don't have priority anymore but i just wanted to let you know that god bless that was hard to explain but even that is obscure IM NOT HITTING ON YOU IM JUST APPRECIATING GOD'S CRAFTSMANSHIP BAM there we go ok so just looked at pictures of us on my phone and hot damn you fine lol (still appreciating the craftsmanship) hey its been a bit i went on a retreat with fuse and it was amazing i met a lot of guys and girls and am continuing to talk with some of the girls but the more i talk with them the more i miss talking with you i really wish we could at least be friends again but i guess not :( I'm glad I met you Rebekah you were a fantastic first girlfriend I just want you to know im not mad with you i respect your decision wholeheartedly you were great and hell I'll say it I miss you you were really fun to hang with i wish to tell you this but alas I'm here and you're nowhere to be seen in my life and I can almost guarantee you're not as affected and definitely not to the degree I am (it's not so bad for you you have to  journal your experience of life without me) part of my heart is with you and always will be because the sex we had same thing with you part of your heart will always be with me and im sorry for that today i thought about you and when you told me that you imagined us sitting on the porch in rocking chairs and it kinda made me think and i was like you probably gonna come back and I hope you do but if you don't that's highly unfortunate  it's felt like months since we saw eachother last but it's only been like 1 and a half  longest month of my life tbh

Its 9/23/19 I'm gonna talk to your mom tomorrow after i get off work to check up on how everyone is doing you will probably hear a little or everything that's going on with me it may not attract you in fact it's very possible it'll repel you but hey it really doesn't matter you're an awesome girl and I'm a pretty cool dude lol if you decide to go separate ways that is your choice and I'll respect it even if it saddens me because I'm moving forward  which is something else I never thought I'd be where i am today this early but I hope you you do come back you did make my life happier but now I'm happy even without you which is awesome I swear to never rely on you for my happiness I will look more towards the Lord and walk towards him with you by my side and no more big mistakes oh btw I talked with your mom and I'm glad I did your mom is a good mom I really miss you and your family and I keep praying for you guys and for clarity of who I'm meant to be with or if im not supposed to be with you at all and last night I dreamed about you so I think that was God telling me i need to be with you but I don't know I want to be with you don't het me wrong but I don't want to misinterpret my dreams it's now 9/27/19 and it hurt me to hear you were dating someone tbh but I'm glad you are getting out there and I'm happy for you regarding how well you are doing at church what I don't think is good is that you're dating someone that doesn't know the lord he has someone for you that knows and loves him thus you shouldn't be in that relationship in my opinion but as i said I just want the best for you

" we do bible shit"

[memedokies]

(almost) every anon ask since fall 2016

if u havent noticed i am BAD at answering asks so here’s a Big Dump of most of the asks i’ve gotten in the past few months

ps; i’ve excluded pokemon suggestions bc i plan on getting to them at some point

Hihihi!!! What brushes do you use in fire alpaca??  i dont do much in firealpaca (esp not lately lol) but when i did use it a lot i just used the fill bucket and the standard/default brush to fill in gaps n such lol! i dont really draw in it, i used flash/adobe animate for the lineart and just fill in color in firealpaca :3

when did you start animating?   uhh when i was around 11 or 12 when i started digital art i guess? i just used photoshop for the longest time then got flash when i was like 15 or so

 How did you get flash?  i got the creative cloud dealie, its technically required for my school :—-0 

 hello!! what are you majoring in in vcu?? im thinking about going there for college  im in communication arts! omg cool lmk if u come here ill tell u where to get the best bubble tea

 how many fps do you use for your wiggly animations? i work at 24 fps in flash on twos but just end up using photoshop’s 0 second frame delay/ “no delay”?

 Hey love your animations! What do you animate with?  adobe animate 2017! (previously flash) 

You mentioned a YouTube channel but I can’t seem to find a link to it? Do you post processes on there? https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCovvoZxlQjFaIA7A3w_94Zw theres not much atm but i plan on posting a lot more, including process/speedpaints! 

i really like your art style gosh darn!!! everythings so fluid and stylized and nice aaa (also ur animations are goals) do u have any tips for someone still developing their artstyle????  WAH TYSM!!!!! compile art you already like and incorporate aspects from their styles into yours, BUT dont limit urself to one style! if u like something then try it out! do straight up copies (as PRACTICE, DONT CLAIM IT as your own ofc) of stuff you like to see how they work and what you’re clicking with. spending time on fundamentals is MEGA helpful so keep going back to that too! USE REFERENCES!!! draw …from ur soul…what makes u ..FEEL good

 how do you make that burn effect on your lineart? it makes it your pieces look sharper and even more interesting, it’s super cool!!  when i used to use flash for lineart and firealpaca for coloring a lot, setting the lineart layer on BURN with the coloring layer seeping a lil past the lineart would get this effect automatically 

(like on the whiskers. u can see it gets a brighter brown(?) and the warmer yellow on the ears)

but since then i’ve been using sai+photoshop more so i just do it manually! i’ll use this funny pic of me and my cat as an example lol

^i select the lineart/everything i want the funky color around

^slam that INCREMENT button a couple times

^make a new layer under the lineart

^fill that puppo with ur preferred color! something brighter works best, or even straight up white

that’ll give you something like this

then i open it in photoshop

and i mess with the pink line layer’s blending mode..color burn usually does the trick but depending on the Look you’re going for, saturation, multiply and overlay have some similar effects that look cool. 

i also usually get rid of the outermost edge of pink line that’s visible around the lineart, just so it looks a little cleaner? to do that you just select around your lineart, increment/expand selection, and delete/erase in the selection of the pink line layer

uhh yeah! lmk if anyone needs clarification on this, i have some other #TIPS on makin ur art look crusty and funky so…lemme know if you’re interested :—3

What do you use to animate? And, a more specific question, how do you make transparent animated gifs? adobe animate 2017! (previously flash) i export my animation from flash as a png sequence then open it in photoshop, where the background will be transparent and save it as a gif from there nyaaa

if anyone needs more clarification lmk and i’ll make a proper walkthrough :-0

 Hello!! Ur art is rlly pretty and so inspirational and nice to look at!! 💗💗 I was wonderin’ if ya had any tips on choosing shapes for characters? Like, when you draw shapes for a certain character, it looks rlly like it fits with the character’s personality n stuff!! ( e.g: Your Love Live! drawings!! The characters look so good in your style.) I’ve always admired how u did that n was hoping for some tips maybe?? Anyways, have a good day!!💛💖💟💜💝💞💖 HOOGA!! TYSM!!! and YEA you basically guessed it, i mainly just think about the character’s personality and translate that into a shape or Pheeling… 

especially for anime characters i look at the Very Subtle differences in the character’s original design..or possibly canon implications…for example kotori has slightly different eyes (it also says on her wiki page she has soft droopy eyes!) so i make sure to incorporate that Detãile

 anime wiki pages that have details like that is nice, for love live they have cute lil “charm points” which is really cool n helpful! listening to how a character is described in their world can give clues to what differentiates them which you can make more clear in your design

taking into account each characters context is good too, what they do/hobby/personality and how that could affect their appearance/posture/attitude

 YEAH its really fun to figure out certain characteristics and make it evident in their appearance! or. idk thats just what i do lol. hopefully this helps!

Have you ever seen the anime jojos bizarre adventure? alas i have not..i have some friends whom are into it so i’ll prob end up watching it sometime lol

sorry if this is obvious but!! are you the creator of Fork and Knife: Food Fighters?? your gif of fork is super cute btw!! yes i am!! wah tysm!!

Hey my little sister found your animation on an online art gallery and she really loved it! omg cool, thanks so much!!

Your style is so lovely!! OHG thanks!

your blog is so precious i love it a lot! your art is so cute too ^u^ waa thanks!!

Your art and animations art really cool! Keep up the good work! You are amazing!! aahg thank you!! :’333

 your art is fuckening amazing hh broe…tysm

 Oh my gee, I used to follow you on Deviant Art, and now here I am, finding you on accident. You’re still as talented as ever. =w= b hUIOpugh deviantart, my homeland..my origin.. thank you!!!

- O mg I love your art! 💕💕💕 thank you!! heart emojis!!! 💖💖💖

- your art and animations give me so much inspiration, thank you! everything about your style is so fun and it cheers me up omg this validates my top tier goal in life, im so glad!! thank you SO much!

Your style is so charming and adorable ;__; thank you!!

ur art is so gross in the best way possible this is the biggest compliment ive gotten thank u so much. i love making gross squishy awful drawings

IM SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU!!!! IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR AGES!!!!!!!!! I LIVE FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! BHOLY CRAP THANK YOU!!!

 your art style is very cute ! 🌱 oohg thanks!! thanks for the little sprout emoji, i love her

GOOD ART!!!! good art good art good art EVERYWHERE I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHHGG THANK YUO

how do ya draw such cutely its driving me nuts Nuts NUTS !!! I LOVE SPARKLES AND BRIGHT COLORS AND FUNNY ANIMALS..its my lifeblood..thank u.. 

You’re a really rad artist! I’m Glad there’s some cool artists that are local! Have a good time at VCU! oh wow thanks!! 

Ur shapes r so good thanks i LOVE a nice wholesome shape!

I rlly like ur art style my dude thanks!! 

hi! just wanted to let u know that you’re wonderful and i wish u well in everything u do this is making me bVERY HAPPY THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

 Im love You!! IM L OVE YIOU

that meowth boy is so good. i love him as he is my son THANK YUO i too, love meowth a Lot

 I love how your art is basically lines and curves, it’s very cute oo thanks! 

i love your art style so much!! it’s so zesty? i cant think of a better word to describe but its like. zesty & refreshing & rly rly cool !!! THATS A BEAUTIFUL ADJECTIVE I LOVE IT thank u so much!!!

You seem like you would watch Osomatsu-san. I could see you drawin dem bois in you hella rad art style. osomatsu was the wildest ride of my life. tho i dont think i could physically be able to sit down and draw them seriously ever… 

 Pls make more angry cat comics theyr so halarious plllls 👀 more are on the way!!!!!!

Have you done a meet the artist i sketched one when the meme was still poppin..is it too late lol? maybe i’ll still do it

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