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vykodlak · 1 year

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how do u practice ur figure drawing? i love the way u do them sm, and it feels like u have a great grasp on anatomy ^-^ have you done anything in particular to hone that?

Mostly it's just a lot of bull-headed brute force lol. I do both digital studies and have a physical sketchbook for traditional studies, I try to do at least a couple every week.

Mainly I go about it in two ways: Broad strokes gesture studies where I try to get the general shape down (getting good at simplifying the figure in perspective helps when it's time to draw poses from imagination), and nitty gritty anatomy studies where I try to figure out how all the muscles work.

+ Take little notes on things you observe, like the way specific stuff intersects (for example noting the zig zag pattern of the serratus anterior where it meets the external oblique).

+ Practice your eyeballing – take note not just of the figure itself but of the negative space around it and in-between the limbs (you know how when you put your hand on your hip there's this triangular shape between the torso and arm - stuff like that), notice where all the big limbs are in relation to each other. Getting good at taking measurements by eye is super helpful if you're trying to do photo-accurate studies, and also helpful for keeping proportions in check when drawing stuff from memory.

+ The book Anatomy For Sculptors is nice for quickly looking up what a specific muscle looks like and how it connects to the others around it, they do that thing where they have a real model and then draw all the muscles on top of them so you can see how everything works with and without skin.

+ Simplify + find a shorthand. Best way I can describe how I think of this is with this older doodle - I group the chesticles into this lumpy rectangular crop top shape so I can turn it around easier, add detail later. Knowing some basic perspective and how to turn objects around in space help here.

Also at the end of the day sometimes your best bet is to get in front of a webcam or mirror and see how your own body works. Useful when trying to figure out how something looks when foreshortened or at a difficult angle.

And this might be weird but I do a lot of observing even when I'm not drawing. Every time I'm watching a movie or looking at people irl I'm noting of how the body moves and trying to commit some of those observations to memory - it's just a part of my brain I can't seem to turn off.

#text #hope some of that helped!#i will not lie i do bullshit a lot lmao. sometimes i just canne be bothered to look up ref for the smaller muscles

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disastress-i-guess · 5 days

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Ranking the Psichikers based on drawability instead of doing my homework. By drawability I mean how closely I can draw them to canon design btw. Criteria is:

1. Do I need a reference to draw this character?

If I do not need a reference = +1

Sometimes I need it= 0.5

If I do need a reference = 0

2. Are they fun to draw?

Yes = +1

Some parts are fun = +0.5

Not at all = 0

3. Do I want to draw them often?

ALL THE TIME = +1

Frequently = +0.75

Sometimes = +0.5

Not very much = +0.25

Never I only draw them when I have to = 0

4. Can I be creative with this character?

Yes = +1

Sometimes= 0.5

No = 0

That is four questions! Exactly the number of PSIkickers, what a coincidence! Totally not planned at all!

Ranking begins:

4. Reita Toritsuka (1.75/4)

Sorry tori. I need a reference for his hair pretty much everytime I draw him, which to be fair is so far like 4 times in total. Honestly I have a love-hate relationship with his headband because on the one hand, it's kinda iconic, on the other it's fucking horrendous I'm sorry.

Moving on from the hair, the most fun I have with drawing him would be his uniform (I like the rosary beads and Geta) and his face since he's an expressive character so I get to do a lot of fun stuff with that ( this technically does not count since it's not a part of the design but his points are already kinda low, I felt generous).

Lastly, no, I don't really have many "creative" ideas with him, I had maybe 3 but I never really felt passionate enough to finish them I'm sorry.

2. Mikoto Aiura (2/4)

This feels way too low but I can't really break the rules.

I do need to use references to draw her everytime I do ( which I think is...1 time? That is criminally low what the fuck am I doing) mainly due to her hair, speaking of which, I LOVE HER HAIR I LOVE HER NAILS I LOVE HER EYES I LOVE HER!!!! She is so fun to draw and it's so fucking nice to have a character with some fucking MELANIN OMG HER SKIN I AJDBDJ SHADING TANNED/DARK SKIN IS SO FUN WHY DONT I DO IT MORE OFTEN. This doesn't count since it's supposed to be about their canon design but there are so many outfits you can put her in it's crazy!!! I think it's mainly because she's kinda the only one with an aesthetic idk.

I WANNA DRAW HER ALL THE TIME I JUST DONT FOR SOME REASON WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!??? Off topic I do not draw any of the female characters that often even though I regularly lose my mind thinking about them what's up with that?

Do I get to be creative with her? Not really but that's not her fault that's on me, she's perf I'm just uncreative that's all.

So sadly this is her rank. ATM anyway I'll draw her so often after this trust.

2. Saiki Kusuo (2/4)

He scored 0.5 on everything... How!??? Last I checked he is not Satoru Hiroshi.

Main reason I need a reference is due to the hair which for the most part is a bunch of zig zags and so I don't need it that often.

He is fun to draw, mainly his eyes they are very pretty. I do want to draw him often, I doodle him a lot. I think it's the limiters and glasses. I don't have to worry about him looking accurate cuz if you throw the limiters and glasses on it immediately looks like saiki so Im not that scared about drawing him.

Fun fact a lot of times when I'm drawing him he ends up looking like Kuboyasu. Until I put limiters on. Then all of a sudden it's saiki! Amazing! Chouno Uryoku who?

I guess I'm somewhat creative with him? I have a few ideas laying around, one or two animatics, maybe a fic and a couple crossover fanart ideas. Dunno if I'll ever get around to doing it though.

1. Akechi Touma (3/4)

I SO BADLY WANNA GIVE HIM A 4/4 MAN.

No I do not need a reference I drew him once and then his hair and face were ingrained into my long term memory for eternity in fact i remember it so well I subconsciously gave it to an OC.

Is he fun to draw? FUCK YEAH HE IS. Hair was the problem for all the other characters but not this one, no sir! because THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE HAIR THAT GIVES ME GENDER EUPHORIA. It was my first 'boy' hair cut and I love how androgynous it made me look so looking at him gives me pure joy. And his eyes GOD I LOVE HIS BIG PURPLE EYES SJDIEBD.

I used to want to draw him all the time but I've drawn him too frequently so I need to take a small (miniscule really) break so I can continue liking it. Maybe that'll give me time to draw more Aiura. Anyways I gave him 0.75 on that part but that's entirely my fault for over drawing him. He did no wrong I take the blame.

Can I be creative with him? No not really since just drawing him covered in blood and/or eating sweets does not count as creative in this criteria. But I do have many ideas of just putting him in other universes and meeting my other favs and then the two of them ramble about an interest of choice and are just get to talk talk talk and talk I love them I love their yapping onjdhdiehd and I have a couple of animatic ideas I may never finish. GOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE HAS A 4/4 IN MY HEART.

Oh god it's 1:22 am I should finish this homework.

#needing references is bad in this context because i dont always have acess to ine when drawing them #Writing this made me realise i dont really draw the ideas i have that often whoch i should do #specially the akechi meets my other blorbos one thatd give me so much serotonin id be filled with pure love and joy for every creature big #and small after i draw akechi in the same room as No 1 from artemis fowl who i should also draw more often #i might change my opinions on this come the morning but who cares #okay homework time alright buh bye #saiki k

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mass-convergence · 3 months

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This is actually a positive post for once.

Anyway, I really love humanity and it's all because of that goddamn S symbol children have scrawled over their notebooks for decades now. Let me explain.

Okay to head some of this off at the pass: I'm aware of the singular explanations. Specifically the Stussy thing, the "superman logo", etc. I just watched this video by LEMMiNO which I think has some pretty good theories, including some I hadn't heard of before. Using a single source for all my info on this ... generally not good ... but legit this is a thing about a doodle I used to do. If you're interested, you can certainly leap into the rabbit hole.

So anyway, stuff I hadn't heard before: How the S was a popular way to stylize an S in graffiti. This shit has been around since at least the 1800s as seen in a book by a princeton professor. Some people in the comments section had found examples of the general pattern being used in paintings as far back as the 1500s.

My fascination is with the ubiquity of it, and people's intensive, yet ultimately fruitless, attempts to find a single point of origin for the pattern. How people don't even remember how they even started doodling it. They say "I learned it from a friend who learned it from another friend who learned it from another friend ... who idk who he learned it from".

Honestly? The simplest answer really is: as humans, and especially as bored children, we love doodling shit. We love making our silly little patterns in the margins of notebooks. And (as referenced in the video) - humanity's had a long and proud history of just making intricate and repeating patterns out of things because it looks nice.

And that simplest answer: that it likely just developed organically with no real singular source. I don't know, it's just kind of having a profound affect on me. Yes I'm philosophizing about a doodle.

It feels profound to me because we live on this huge ass planet with 8 billion other people. However, no matter where we are, we all make our silly little doodles and at some point, someone comes up with the fucking "S" and teaches it to their entire class. It's very pleasing to draw, very easy to draw, and it looks really cool so of course people are going to doodle it literally everywhere. My notebooks were filled with that damn S and also a bunch of zigzag designs (shout out to my english professor for calling me out on that by calling me the "Zig Zag Queen of the Front Table" I wear that title proudly).

My other fascination with the S phenomenon is that we're always looking for an explanation as to why something happened. We always need a story, a neat little narrative. My writer brain goes off about how the S could be some occult symbol being subconsciously implanted by a slumbering eldritch god who's just waiting to be summoned by some 5th grader in Chadron, Nebraska. Or y'know ... Stussy I guess.

I mean think about the pyramids and all the (granted: incredibly racist and colonialist) theories about that*. Oh yes. The reason why civilizations on different continents who had absolutely zero interactions with each other made pyramids is because aliens did it. It's definitely got nothing to do with the fact that we all, fundamentally, likely have similar thought processes and reasoning: Thing with giant base = super duper stable = I can make a huge ass structure out of this. And we all like making giant buildings to worship, it's like fundamental to human existence that we've gotta make big shit and leave our mark.

But that's not interesting, that doesn't seem fulfilling, it doesn't seem complete. It can't be that we're a lot more connected than we all realize. It's gotta be the goddamn aliens. Or Stussy.

*I want to plainly express that those theories are incredibly racist and are rooted in the general colonialist BS about how those civilizations couldn't possibly be "smart" or "developed" enough or whatever. We can't forget that fact. This is definitely an entrenched belief that's still doing harm to this day and people need to fucking stop. Just because I mentioned I was "fascinated" about a particular aspect of human nature doesn't make me any less disgusted by the fucking "aliens" theory.

#long post #seriously I'm having a moment ... a good moment #the universal S #We really do love our silly little doodles don't we

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pandoras-tupperware · 2 years

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I Am Doing Commissions!!! They are currently open!! <3

[ID: six slides explaining my commissions. Slide 1 is light yellow backdrop with “Pandora is doing COMMISSIONS” written in brown, and a doodle of a person with shaggy hair, waving.

Slide 2 is two drawings of the same tan person in a red dress, mirrored. They have a zig-zag line showing them both sketched and finished. The left is all traditionally drawn and the right is digital. Colorful lines highlight the different parts and writing. Left to right labels them: “Shaded & or Colored”, “Paper Sketch”, “Digital Sketch”, and “Colored & or Shaded”. Centered between the two people it says: “Paper Sketch: $5” “Paper Finished: $10” “Digital Sketch: $6” “Digital Finished: $12” “Extra Body: $2 for sketches $4 for finished”

Slide 3 is labeled “Mediums!” And subtitled “(*) means I have more experience with that material. From left to right, It shows an old man in blue tones labeled “Marker”, a grey deer labeled “Pencil*”, a yellow-toned satyr with a lute labeled “Half digital*”, a stylized twilight sparkle with “Crayon/oil pastel”, a green, four-eyed, pink haired lady with “Colored pencil*”, a purple and yellow werewolf with “watercolor*”, and the Toy Soldier dressed as the Queen of Hearts with “Clean digital”.

Slide 4 is titled “Style Examples”, and from left to right shows a digital sketch of Nastya and Ivy from The Mechanisms cuddling, a pen & pencil Ivy again standing in a pile of books, an oil pastel red demon with a buzz cut, a laughing mad scientist in hard green lighting, and an anthropomorphic angler fish pirate.

Slide 5 has two columns: “Will Do” and “Won’t Do”, and each item listed is bulleted. Will Do says: Humans, furry/anthropomorphic, animals (real and fake), and plants. Won’t Do says: Detailed mechanics, nsfw, landscapes, and realism with digital.

Slide 6 is all pink, and has a faint sketch of a fairy in a head scarf and floral dress. Words form around her, saying: “For physical pieces, I can totally mail them to you if you ask, as long as you cover any shipping. I won’t print out digital stuff. If you want something larger like an acrylic canvas painting or something crocheted/sewn, message me details and I’ll tell you my price. (Likely $20 – $50). If it’s not a sketch, I’ll send you a picture of my sketch for you to judge and fix, then send the finished one. I’ll try to draw it asap, but I’ve never been a fast artist, so plz be understanding” End ID]

#Biggest ID ever I know I’m sorry lol.#proceeds go to college funds lmao #commissions #commission art #not sure if I should do character tags…I just won’t #pan’s box #open commissions #I’ve never done these before and I’m just excited lol I hope it’s not too grueling 😔

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anechomirrored · 1 year

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Fandom: Undertale, Undertale AU

Rating: G

Prompt(s): "Who said this is a good idea?"

Warnings: may contain nuts...and lame jokes

It was 3:00 AM and with the nightmares you'd just woken up from?

Well, let's just say you weren't planning on sleeping anytime soon.

Why not follow the skeleton wandering down the hall with a jar of peanut butter? Your sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for him having it.

Sans hadn't said much since you'd joined his silent wander around the house. After your initial greeting and inquiry about his choice of sandwich spread he just shrugged and invited to to "wait an' see".

No unwanted looks of sympathy or prying questions.

You appreciated it.

"So, do you often get a late night craving for peanut butter?" You ask softly as you leave the living room and head towards the stairs together.

Sans gave you a lazy smile, but remained silent.

"Makes sense that you'd choose peanutbutter." You continue.

Sans keeps moving towards the stairs but you can tell he's listening.

"I hear it sticks to your ribs." You watch his back intently and light up when his shoulders start to bounce.

The two of you travel to the very end of the hall. The rows of bedroom doors are uniform in placement, yet uniquely decorated by each occupant.

Sans comes to a halts in front of one decorated with caution tape and very cool flame art.

You then watch as he proceeds to unscrew the cap and using a plastic butter knife, smear a thick glob along the underside of the door handle.

You watch him pause to consider his work before silently stepping across the hall to the opposite door.

This one is similarly decorated, but instead of very cool paper drawings taped to it, this door has a white board full of jokes and little cartoon food stuffs riding shooting stars doodled in blue marker.

He proceeds to do the same to this door knob before moving onto the next one.

And the next one.

Then the next one.

Zig and zag.

Back and forth until finally you can no longer watch on in wondering silence.

"So, your doing this to everyone? This little prank?" You ask, keeping your voice to a low whisper.

Sans make a soft hum of acknowledgement before moving to a door with a black chalkboard sign framed in black leather and spikes boldly proclaiming "KEEP OUT OR DUST!" and dutifully scooping another knife full of peanutbutter.

"Even the angry ones?" You ask eyeing the spiky sign.

The one across from it was a bit more plainly decorated, though the chalkboard on this one was a bit ... vulgar.

Sans chuckling was almost inaudible.

" especially those ones." He mused.

You grimaced as he pulled out a sheet of bubble wrap from seemingly nowhere and added a door mat.

Two presents? Sans was being one generous guy tonight!

"Who said this was a good idea?" You ask trailing behind him to the next set of doors.

These ones were less angry and more rustic. One was decorated with a stick framed cross-stitch welcoming you inside and the other was plain, except for a wicker wreath that said "bless this mess"

Sans gave you another shrug.

" no one, but that's half the fun." With the last of the doors booby trapped, Sans turned to face you.

The shadows under his sockets rivaled your own, but there was a certain gleam to his eyelights that hadn't been there when you started.

His smile was contagious.

"So what now? You asked.

I was almost 4:00AM.

Sans let out another quiet hum.

"the first of them will be up in an hour...wanna watch tv until then?"

You nodded, before adopting an impish smile of your own.

"Can we make sandwhiches first? "

Sans raised a brow bone.

"sure, what kind?"

"Well, I was thinking," in one swift motion you scooped a bit of peanutbutter with your fingers and spread a generous helping down the space between his orbital bones.

"Why not make an open-faced?" You smothered a laugh as Sans eyelights crossed.

"Huh, that's quite the spread." He snorted, his own laughter barely contained.

"Yup," you grinned, " It's my favorite kind of sanswhich."

#fictober22 #undertale sans #undertale au #possibly too late for a reblog #but I wanted to write this anyway #echoes transcribed

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5lafka5pam · 7 months

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Believe me, If I’d every like, post every single thought I’d have I’d be going zig zag like: > funny memes about my OCs > opinions on war crimes and geopolitics > appreciation of my Slavic culture > same rambles/opinions about religion and stuff > doodles I made today > new Oc ideas > old comic ideas > old art > new art > my whining about my life and wanting to finally get enough rest REEEE > coffee.

I just try to avoid the political stuff bc, uh, 1 it’s sensitive, and 2, ppl are dumb and simple minded meanwhile I tend to be kinda, uh, “politically incorrect” (whether it be for conservatives or liberals, I kinda piss off both lmao)

#5lafka5pam

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zigster-ao3 · 3 years

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To assist in your procrastination efforts (which I wholeheartedly approve of), what about Harry sleeping peacefully with his hair all spread out over his pillow? Your art is *chef’s kiss* every single time. 💖

oh, what a lovely thought! Here’s one-helluva-Harry all spread out like a snack on his pillow. He might also be drooling.

#asks answered #zigs doodled stuff #zigs drew stuff #harry potter #hp #hp art #harry snoozing

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pitruli · 2 years

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Hi!! I really like ur ranboo plush and the pattern u made and if I find some good fabric I wanna make one too!! But quick question, how do u attach the head to the top of the body without it looking like, well, a mess. I made a plushie before and wow it did not go well when it came to attaching bits together. I also had problems with the legs so any help would be great thank you!!

Hiii sorry I answered only now >>

I don't have anything to sew lately to illustrate so I doodled as best I could during class ^^'

So ok, first you need your head part to be fully stuffed and closed, for the body, stuff it until you just have a bit of fabric free at the top opening, and fold this fabric inside (it will lay back on the stuffing)

Then you stitch the two parts together the same way you close a stuffed part; pick on one side then the other to make your string zig zag, and make sure the string is tight between each point. The thicker/fluffier the fabric is, the easier the string will disappear behind (just need to be a bit more careful/precise with thin fabric or use a string of the same colour)

To make it easier, I layed the head on its top side on my desk and put the body upside down on it, that way I just had to press down the body so it stayed in place and carefully stitch with the other hand

For the legs, yes it's sometimes a bit tricky

These one don't need stuffing (you can slide some cardboard/thick paper in it to make then less sloppy if you want). You still need to be careful to stick with a margin on the sides, so don't hesitate to make them a tad bit wider to be more confortable, as margins will fit inside better. I also use pencils to turn them inside out, without it's almost impossible-

Hope this help, I'm quite amateurish so I don't know how to really explain things ^^''

#reshie.asks

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stewyonmolly · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/James Potter Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Marlene McKinnon Additional Tags: a quick little tumblr drabble xoxo posting here for those of u who dont have tumblr, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), theyre in love!!! and adorable!!! Summary:

Remus sticks his finger right through the wall of James’s pot. “Glory hole,” he says.

James looks up at Remus, wounded. Sitting on the short wooden stool as he is, his knees are bent up by his ears. He has wet clay smeared to his elbows, on the lenses of his glasses, at the tip of his nose. “Dude,” he says.

“I think we’re doing quite well, really,” Sirius says. He lifts his own pot, currently the least lopsided of the bunch, but the too-wet base sticks to the table. Sirius peers at them through the open bottom like using a telescope. “Here I am, eating my words.”

drabble commissioned by @gilflupin carter mlove... genius big brain carter... best commission idea ever... i hope this satisfies your prompt, which was (for the sake of everyone else) sirius, james, and remus making pottery together!! xoxoxo wolfstarbucks nation wake up!!

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Remus sticks his finger right through the wall of James’s pot. “Glory hole,” he says.

“This was going to be a nice pot,” James says, watching his damaged piece buckle on its weak side like Pisa.

“It’s still a nice pot,” Remus says.

“What, are you guiltless?” James says. “You destroy the fruits of my oh so earnest labor and then you sit there like doing so didn’t snag a single thread of your luscious moral tapestry, fuck you, Remus.”

Remus offers a big, bright grin that catches on his eyeteeth. “It’s funny. That’s more important than whether or not it hurts your pride.”

“This—this is my pride,” James says. “Understand, Remus, that there is a subliminal metaphor within everything. You single-handedly—single-fingeredly, even—just eviscerated everything I have worked to create in my seventeen years of life.”

There’s a rap on the edge of their desk. James startles about a foot into the air.

Sirius, beside him, looks lazily up through his lashes, then offers Professor Burbage a charming smile. “Hello, dear.”

“I should’ve known better than to propose a creative assignment,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Make art like muggles do! Get into the cultural mindset! It’s hands-on, a break from the readings, the kids will love it! Am I an idiot?”

“It wasn’t your best idea,” Remus says.

“Just don’t make… a mess,” Burbage says, slumping away like they carve years off her life.

Sirius pinches a piece of clay off his fallen pot and hucks it at Burbage’s retreating back. It sticks in her hair.

Remus huffs. “Boring, Padfoot,” he says. He holds his palm out expectantly. Sirius delightedly hands over another wad of clay, which Remus places on the neat stretch of the second phalanx of his middle finger, then flicks it at Marlene one table over. It hits her ear, a glancing blow, before dropping to the floor. Marlene swats a hand mindlessly, like she assumes a fly or a loose strand of hair is the culprit. Remus waits a moment, then flicks a second piece of clay with the skill of a trained marksman; it hits the same spot. A third piece, and Marlene scowls into the air, looking for the origin. She finds, of course, nothing telling, as Remus is hunched over and carving zig-zagged stripes into his pot with singular focus, Sirius is forming a generous clay phallus, and James has dropped his head onto his folded arms, staring despondently at his ruined pot.

“I’ll kill you all with one blow,” Marlene says anyway.

“Good afternoon to you too, Miss Presumptuous,” Remus says.

“Mar, Remus ruined my pot,” James says, holding it tenderly aloft, the corpse of a child. So new to life. So naive yet. “Look at this.”

“Ha, glory hole,” she says.

“Ha!” says Remus while James scowls.

“Unbelievable,” James says. “You all prefer it when I’m miserable.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll make it up to you in droves later, you wet fucking fart,” Marlene says. “Now stop throwing stuff at me, I’m trying to finish this drawing and frankly I think it’s going spectacularly well.”

“I hope someone pokes a glory hole in it,” James says.

Marlene flips him the bird, then turns back to her desk, where she finds Dorcas doodling stars and hearts on her paper. “Well, fuck. This was going to be art, Dorcas. The fruit of my labor, Dorcas.”

“Karma,” James says. He reaches out a hand and Sirius gives him a bit of clay. James smushes it against Sirius’s cheek, which has Sirius snapping his teeth at James’s fingers. James withdraws sharply, tucking his hand to his chest with reproach. “Stay away. I haven’t had my tetanus potion recently.”

Remus presses his knee to James’s under the table. “If you add a little mouthpiece to that abomination of a pot, I reckon we could smoke out of it.”

James’s mouth falls open. “I forgive you. I forgive you, I forgive you—” he leans forward to smack a kiss onto Remus’s lips, grabs a fresh hunk of clay from the wet pile at the center of their table, then gets about rolling it.

Remus, meanwhile, has lost his aloof veneer; he’s bright red from forehead to collarbones, lurid enough to hide his freckles. Sirius looks between the two of them consideringly, then leans forward, presenting his cheek to James, who drops a kiss there to keep things even.

“We are going to figure this out,” James says, grinning with his bright madman eyes and his tie askew, “and we are going to get absolutely snockered. Lily taught me how to smoke out of an apple, you know, and this has got to be easier than that. It’s just got to be.” He rolls the now flattened piece of clay around his pinky finger, then presses the bottom of that cylinder to his pot’s glory hole. Sirius gives a fake, high-pitched, sexual whine that has half the class shooting them looks, but James doesn’t notice. He inches his pinky out of the clay tube. It promptly collapses. He stares at it, crestfallen. “Aw, pot,” he says. Then, affronted, to Remus, “Well, yours is good!”

Remus pokes his pot. It had better be good; his mother is a ceramicist by trade. “Yeah,” he says. James stares at it, brows knit. “Jamie, you can have mine,” Remus says. “Alright? Does that make you feel better.”

James’s scowl softens at the edges. “Yeah,” he says.

“What about me?” Sirius says, fringe falling in his eyes as he violently chucks another clump of clay at Mary MacDonald across the room. She hurls one back, hitting Sirius on the forehead, then pumps her fist proudly. Sirius is wiping splatters of wet clay out of his eyebrows as he clarifies, “What do I get, then?”

James holds his failed pot out, spout hanging elephant-trunk limp. “Glory hole,” he says.

#my writing #wolfstarbucks #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #some marlene too and dorcas being the lady of my heart #carter tag #harry potter #hp #fanfic

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all-time-logan · 4 years

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I don't know if your still using the prompt list but if you are, #7 immediately followed up by #4 with Prinxiety please :)

Hello!! Sorry for the delay in getting this out, but as we’re all aware, the world’s been pretty crazy and I haven’t had much energy to write. I’m kind of considering this a 2.5 to my By Any Other Pet Name verse, though it’s honestly long enough to be a part three. Thank you @angelablue for the request, and I hope you enjoy!!

Part 1 - Part 2

Warnings: None that I can see, but please let me know if there are any!

Word Count: 1252

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Virgil sighed. “I’m bored and I’m blaming you. How did you convince me to do this again?”

“I convinced you, Sour Puss-in-Boots,” Roman started, tapping one of Virgil’s combat boots with his own shoe, “because I wanted to make Patton and Logan confess their undying love to each other and I needed help.”

“They’re already dating, though.” Virgil said, watching Patton and Logan from the top of the stairs. The two were in the living room, quietly talking as Logan watched Patton knit, his book closed in his lap.

“I’m well aware of that, Virgil, I lost a bet to you about it.” Roman muttered. He leaned forward, and Virgil had a short burst of impulse to tug Roman back to keep him from tumbling down the stairs. He ignored it, knowing Roman had better balance than that.

“However,” Roman continued, “Dating does not equate to true love. Their cutesy nicknames and endearing honeymoon phase are admirable, but it doesn’t make up for the drama and flair of a true romantic affair!”

“I don’t think Logan and Patton are ones for dramatics.” Patton giggled below them, and Logan grinned at him, leaning over to kiss Patton’s forehead. Roman cooed at Patton’s blush, not deterred by Virgil’s doubts.

“They may not be, usually, but when one is in the throes of love, they do crazy things,” Roman threw his hands up, gesturing around has he talked. “They will go to great heights, defeat terrible foes, put themselves in embarrassing positions, preform wonderful deeds, just to look at their love and say, ‘I love you!’”

As he said the last line, Roman turned towards Virgil, making eye contact as he said the last three words. For some unknown reason, Virgil felt his face flush, and Roman’s eyes widened. His cheeks turned pink, and Roman cleared his throat before turning away.

“Uhm, yes, they will do many things to show their devotion.” He ducked his head for a split second, and Virgil couldn’t make himself look away.

“What we need to do, though, is make the two glasses-wearing lovebirds admit their undying love to each other, however we can!” Roman seemed to come back to himself, turning to Virgil with a bright grin. Virgil felt his face, which had been cooling down, get hot with a blush again.

“Will you help me, My Chemically Unbalanced Romance?” Roman asked.

Virgil furrowed his brows, huffing out a breath as he thought. On one hand, it could go terribly wrong, and Logan and Patton would get upset with them and possibly break up. On the other, more likely, hand, Virgil and Roman would simply embarrass themselves and the other two might tease them for a while and stay together. As Patton’s giggles filtered up to them from below, Logan’s quiet laughter underneath it, Virgil shook his head.

“Why not? It may be fun to watch you make a fool of yourself.”

Roman sputtered, and Virgil snickered. This was going to be fun.

***

Their first course of action, apparently, was to figure out the other’s schedules.

“We already know L’s though.” Virgil said, leaning against the counter. “He has it posted on his door so that we don’t bother him when he’s working.”

“Oh, I never pay attention to that, he’ll answer my questions whether he’s working or not.” Roman said. He was sat at the table, furiously writing something into a notebook, a few pens scattered around him. He glanced up at Virgil with a slightly sheepish grin. “To be fair, my questions are usually about scripts and stuff, so that may be why Specs doesn’t mind, but my point stands. We may know his work schedule, but we don’t know his schedule outside of that, and I don’t know about you, but I can’t make sense of what Patton does in a regular day outside of mealtimes and movie nights.”

Virgil snorted, pushing off the counter to join Roman at the table. He looked down at the notebook, seeing that Roman had been making a master schedule of what the four of them did during the day. He grinned when he saw the largest purple section was just labeled “Nap?? Existential dread??”

“First off, Pops doesn’t really have a set schedule.” Virgil plucked the light blue pen out of Roman’s hand, marking out a few of the lines Roman had. “He mainly monitors Thomas’s emotions as a background function and will manage the short-term memory hall while L manages the long-term memory hall with you.”

“I know all of that already,” Roman said, just short of whining. “But what does he do outside of that?”

“As far as I’ve gathered, chores around the house or hanging out with one of us. Or just chilling in his room. I think he takes as many naps as I do, honestly.”

Roman hummed, idly crossing out the “Existential dread” of the largest purple section and rewriting it to be later in the day. “Ok. I might have to watch him for a few days to see if I can get anything concrete, but if not, this will work.”

“What’s this for anyway?” Virgil asked, doodling some swirls in the corner of the notebook page. “And shouldn’t you have Janus’s and Remus’s schedules on here too?”

“This is so we can coordinate our plans better, so they have a higher chance of working.” Roman added some zigzags on top of Virgil’s doodles as he spoke, “Logan’s attempts at giving Thomas a schedule might not be working, but it is useful. I don’t have the other two’s schedules because I frankly don’t think Remus has one and Janus is too sneaky for me to even want to attempt to figure his out.”

Virgil laughed quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t be fooled, Janus has less of a schedule than Remus does. Remus’s is just full of chaos and pranks though, so it balances those two out.”

Roman hummed, picking up the red pen to add the little amalgamation of shapes they were making in the corner of the page. He overlapped the swirls and zig zags, giggling a bit when their hands bumped into each other. Virgil snorted, dropping the light blue pen and grabbing the navy one to outline the swirls he had already made.

They got so invested in their little creation, that it wasn’t until Roman leaned forward and knocked heads with Virgil that they realized how close they had gotten. Roman laughed again, apologizing, but Virgil was too distracted by the way the kitchen lights, as bright and slightly yellowed as they were, were catching Roman’s hair and lighting it up in a halo. His face flushed, and he swallowed roughly.

Roman smiled at him, his cheeks slightly pink from laughter, and shook his head a bit.

“I didn’t knock you to badly, did I?” He asked, and Virgil silently shook his head no. Roman hummed, seeming pleased.

He began to gather his stuff up, sliding the pens into the bright red and gold pencil case they had come from. “Good, don’t want to hurt you too bad and make you lose the few braincells Logan was willing to share.”

With that, he gave Virgil another bright smile, and headed out into the living room. Virgil stared after him, the image of Roman laughing, bright and happy and beautiful, stuck in his brain. As the last descriptor he had used registered with him, Virgil felt his face warm even more, and his heart start racing.

Oh.

Oh no.

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gleightter · 4 years

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more volleyball doodles !! 🏐🏐

i dont play volleyball (ive learned really basic volleyball stuff in school) so these are based off the haikyuu anime that i watched recently !!

ive also watched some real life volleyball games which i thought looked pretty interesting. maybe i will reference a video when i draw these next 🤔🤔

hope yall are staying safe wherever you are !! wishing yall an amazing week ahead ❣️❣️

as usual reblogs are greatly appreciated 🥰🥰

materials used: 90gsm sketchbook paper, zig fine brush pen (idk what its called hehe), pencil and eraser :)

#haikyuu!!#ハイキュー!!#volleyball #doodles #sports #anime #volleyball inspired #art #trad art #quick doodle #haikyuu #art practice

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carlycmarathecat · 4 years

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Which of these shows are good? (I am looking into some new stuff to doodle with)

Brandy & Mr. Whiskers and/or Zig & Sharko

#brandy and mr whiskers #zig and sharko #reblog your answer #do you recommend?

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pocketghosts · 6 years

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What do you use for your traditional art? (I look up to you greatly~)

i have this mixed media “vellum finish” strathmore visual journal i think is really nice but nearly all the stuff i’ve posted here i drew on cheap doodle pad paper hahaha;;

for the actual ink stuff i have like one of each thing :’o

some very small copic multiliners ( like .03 and .05, but also like, i draw small )

a felt brush pen, “ZIG Mangaka Flexible, Medium” ( cheap 👌 )

a pentel pocket brush i got a long time ago ( to fill stuff in, very swooshy )

a Kuretake no.8 fountain brush pen, but with carbon ink cartridges ( not so swooshy, my favorite )

one cheap waterbrush i mixed both water and ink in to get a diluted grey

i think Medibang Paint Pro’s Filter > Extracting Lines is very good at automatically detecting the levels for scanned pics!!

( 🙈 thank you !! )

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this-darkness-light · 6 years

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Barnyard

Pairing: Sam/Castiel, implied Dean/Lucifer Rating: Gen Summary: Dean comes to Sam and Castiel with a very odd request. Word Count: 1,988 Warnings: none Tags: humor, borderline crack, farm au, I know nothing about farming, or chickens, please forgive me real farmers of the world

Written for the SPN AU/Trope Bingo Challenge.

Prompt filled: Farm!AU

Read on AO3!

Technically a companion piece to Cock-A-Doodle-Doo, but can be read alone.

Tagging: @brieflymaximumprincess @spnaubingo (I think this is the right URL for the challenge; please let me know if I’m wrong!)

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Sam’s kneeling in the dry, crumbly soil of the cornfield, troubleshooting the drip irrigation system when the guttural grumble of an engine and the crunch of gravel beneath heavy tires draw his attention from his work. He’d know the sound of that engine anywhere. It’s a very distinctive sound. Swiping his dirty hands on his jeans, he gets to his feet, wondering what Dean could want at — he glances up at the sky, shading his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun — four o’clock in the afternoon? Ish? He’s still practicing telling time by the sun’s position in the sky, but a sneak peek at his watch tells him he’s right on target.

Dean parks the Impala in front of the barn, a cloud of dust billowing behind the muscle car as it comes to a stop. Tucking his hands loosely in his jeans pockets, Sam saunters over, careful not to smoosh any of the tiny green sprouts pushing their way through the dry clods. “Hey, Dean,” he calls out as Dean hops out of the car and slams the door with a heavy thud. “What’s up?”

“Howdy, pardner.” Sam meets Dean’s shit-eating grin with a tight-lipped smile. That joke was old the first time his brother used it. Three years he’s been running this little organic farm with his husband, and Dean still isn’t through with the redneck farmer shtick. Sam, though, is one hundred percent done.

“What’s up?” he asks again, coming to a stop on the edge of the field. “Kinda busy right now.”

Dean waves a hand like he’s swatting away flies. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” Grimacing, he swipes a hand down his face, shifting his weight from foot to foot, then grunts. “All right. Listen, I need to borrow a chicken.”

Sam jerks his head back and squints at his older brother. That’s honestly the last thing he expected Dean to want. “A…a chicken? Like, a live chicken?” he asks just as the barn door creaks open. Castiel pokes his head through the crack, a bit of hay stuck in his dark hair, but as usual he seems oblivious.

“Hello, Dean,” he says somberly, like he’s welcoming his brother-in-law to a funeral and not their humble little farm. “I thought I heard your car. Is there something Sam and I can help you with?”

“He wants to borrow a chicken,” Sam says before Dean can answer.

Dean nods and grins, back to his usual I’m-so-awesome routine. “Just for the next day or so.”

Castiel tilts his head and stares at Sam. Sam just shrugs and holds up his palms. Hell if he knows what Dean’s on about.

Apparently deciding that this conversation is worth abandoning his chores in the barn, Castiel slips outside and ambles over to Sam, casually slipping an arm around his waist. “And why do you need to…borrow a chicken, Dean?” he asks evenly, for all the world like family members dropping by to borrow livestock is a normal, everyday occurrence.

Dean swipes his tongue along his upper teeth, making his lip bulge, then huffs. “Okay, look. I…kinda got myself into a situation at work.” Sam’s brows arch up at that. What kind of situation could a kindergarten teacher get into that would require a chicken?

When Dean doesn’t elaborate, Sam makes a give-me-more gesture. Deans just scuffs his fancy school shoes in the dirt and admires his socks. Sam shares another glance with Castiel, then clears his throat. “Look man, we aren’t giving you one of our chickens unless you tell us why you need it.”

Dean fidgets in place and fixes his gaze on Sam’s chin. “Aww, c’mon Sammy,” he tries. “It’s just one chicken.”

“Why do you need it, Dean?” Castiel asks, giving Sam’s side a squeeze. Sam gives him a small smile, thanking him for having his back even in something as small as this.

Dean fidgets some more, biting his lower lip, then grunts. Hands curling into fists at his sides, he finally looks them (or at least Sam) in the eye. “Okay, fine. I was…talking with Nick during recess and his kid interrupted us and heard something he shouldn’t have.”

Sam cocks a brow. “Dude. Could you be any more vague?” he asks sarcastically, ignoring the thing about Nick. He’s hassled and nagged Dean about making out with his boyfriend in the classroom, but all his warnings have fallen on deaf ears. Looks like karma’s come and kicked Dean in the ass though, which Sam can’t help but feel a little smug about.

Dean groans and throws up his hands. “Look man, just give me the goddamn chicken, okay? I promise I’ll bring it back tomorrow afternoon in the same condition you gave it to me.”

Castiel rubs the knuckles of his free hands under his chin and glances up at Sam, head slightly tilted. Should we indulge him? his gaze asks, leaving the final decision to Sam.

Sam presses his lips together in a small grimace. On the one hand, Dean is being awfully sketchy on why he wants to borrow one of their animals. On the other, it’s not like Dean to actually hurt an animal (unless he’s eating it for dinner, in which case it’s already dead, so).

After a moment’s consideration he decides, what the hell? and gives a short nod. “Any particular chicken you want?”

Dean slumps in relief, knees buckling, then catches himself and plasters the cocky grin back on his face. “You won’t regret it, Sammy,” he says. “Promise I won’t harm a feather on its head.”

Sam motions for him to follow them and leads them around the back of the barn where the free range chickens are pecking at the seed he scattered for them earlier this morning. The big gray and white rooster, Zachariah, struts around the yard, making a tok-tok-tok sound every time he finds a fresh pile of food, but the hens ignore him. They’ve found some already.

Dean immediately points at the rooster. “That one.”

Sam and Castiel share yet another look. Zachariah isn’t exactly friendly to anyone, even them. Sam’s the only one who can get near him without getting pecked to death. The one time Castiel tried to collect eggs from the hens, Zachariah chased him around the yard, cawing and nipping at his heels. He only escaped when Sam ran outside and threw a handful of chicken feed in the opposite direction, distracting Zachariah.

Wetting his lips, Castiel takes a hesitant step forward. “I’m not sure that’s a wise decision, Dean. Perhaps one of the females?” He points to a cluster of brown and white hens sharing some seed, clucking softly to each other as they feed.

Dean’s shaking his head before Castiel is even done talking. “Nah, man, it has to be a rooster. That the only one you got?”

“Unfortunately,” Sam says. Castiel’s eye are glued on Zachariah, warily watching every step the bird takes. Having mercy on his husband, Sam clasps him on the shoulder.

“I’ll take it from here, babe,” he murmers. “Could you do me a huge favor though and get one of the dog crates and fill it with some hay for me?”

Smiling gratefully up at Sam, Castiel gives a small nod. “Absolutely, Sam. I will be right back.” With a peck on the cheek for Sam and a wave to Dean, Castiel heads back toward the barn.

Dean waves back, looking confused. “Hey, where’s Cas going?”

“Getting a crate,” Sam replies absently, psyching himself up to go snatch Zachariah. Just because the bird tolerates him doesn’t mean this is gonna be easy.

“A crate? Why?”

Sam throws him a bitch face. “You really think a rooster’s just gonna sit on the car seat like a dog?”

Dean makes a fair-enough face, and Sam turns back to the task at hand. Okay. If he can separate the rooster from the hens, he might be easier to catch. Might be less aggressive too, if he doesn’t think he needs to defend his flock. Absently rubbing his fingers together, Sam waits and watches, then sucks in a deep breath and darts forward.

Zachariah zigs left and darts for a small copse trees just as Sam’s fingertips brush the rooster’s tail feathers.

Right. So, trying that again. Setting his jaw, Sam creeps after the bird as it pecks around the roots. As it wanders around the trunk of a tree, Sam lunges to his left, but the chicken veers to the right.

Correcting his course, Sam dashes after it, circling the tree just as Zachariah decides nope, it’s gonna go left and streaks off across the yard toward the hens, Sam in hot pursuit.

Dean’s cackling on the sidelines. “Get it Sammy!” he yells, whooping and hollering like he’s at a football game. Sam spares him a glower, determined to catch this stupid bird now that it’s a matter of pride.

He chases it around the cluster of clucking hens, back toward the trees, back into the yard, around and around in loops and laps. Finally he corners it between the fence and the chicken coop. Before it can fly away, Sam takes a mighty leap and tackles it, grabbing the rooster by its feet.

Dean’s in stitches, tears streaming down his face as Sam picks himself up. Holding the squawking, flapping rooster trying to wriggle out of his grip at arm’s length, Sam trudges over just as Castiel emerges from the barn, arms wrapped around a large dog crate and a tattered old blanket. His knee twinges a bit from where he hit the ground at a weird angle, but all he feels is a sense of victory.

“Jesus, Sammy,” Dean wheezes as Castiel sets the crate on the ground and backs off, watching the spectacle from a respectable distance. “You think you’d be better at that by now.”

Spitting out dirt and feathers, Sam scowls at him and stuffs Zachariah into the crate, slamming the door shut before the rooster can escape and terrorize Castiel. “Yeah, like you could do better,” he snipes between pants, trying to catch his breath. Zachariah pitches a fit, pecking at the bars and kicking out some of the hay, but settles down a bit after Sam drapes the blanket over the front. “Just don’t let him out, okay?”

“Okay,” Dean says around a snort and giggle, obviously not taking this as seriously as he should. Whatever. Let him run around the yard trying to catch a chicken. He’ll see.

With Zachariah safely ensconced in the crate, Castiel deems it safe enough to accompany Sam as he walks Dean back to the Impala. After Dean settles Zachariah in the back seat, Castiel pulls a small plastic baggie of poultry pellets from his pocket and holds it out to Dean. “Feed him once in the morning and once in the evening.”

Dean takes the baggie and slips it into his slacks pocket. “Do I just dump some in there or what?” He jerks a thumb at the crate on the back seat.

Sam shakes his head. “You can pour some into a shallow bowl or put them on a plate. Doesn’t matter how much; he’ll eat what he wants and leave the rest.”

Dean nods. “Okay then. Guess I’ll be heading off.” Then he grins and tips an invisible cowboy hat at them. “Thank ya kindly, pardners.”

Sam shoots him a very plastic smile as Dean slides behind the wheel. Seriously. When is he gonna knock it off with the stupid cowboy shit?

As the Impala rolls down the gravel drive, classic rock blaring from the rolled down windows, Castiel sidles up beside Sam, a pensive expression on his face. “Do you think we should have warned him that Zachariah likes to crow all night long?”

Smirking, Sam shakes his head. “Nah.”

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#this-darkness-writes #sastiel #sam/castiel #spn fanfic #spn au bingo #farm au #humor

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nerhdology · 6 years

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bullet journalling is something extremely trendy atm and it's an amazing way to keep your life in check while also being super aesthetic and impressing all your family and friends looking at the journal. it doesn't always have to be the most extravagant thing in the world or even that neat. all that matters is that it's able to function for you and what you want to do with it.

let's start with the basics of starting a journal, shall we?

[1] GET A NOTEBOOK

this doesn't have to be the big, nice expensive notebooks all the studyblrs use. if you want to splurge go ahead and get them, but you don't necessarily need them. all you need is a simple notebook, whether it's lined, unlined, gridded, or dotted.

here's the common notebooks people use:

moleskine notebooks (usually the classic notebook, size large, and dotted pages)

leuchtturm 1917 notebook

essentials grid-lined notebook, large, a5

muji spirals

any dotted/grid lined notebook

of course, you obviously don't need to use any of these, but these are the common ones people use. personally, i use a soft cover, large, gridded moleskine notebook, but i think any of these options would be great for anyone.

[2] FIND INSPIRATION

personally, i think this is one of the most important steps of starting a bullet journal. one, it allows you to figure out what you personally want to do with your bullet journal, and two, you can get a feel for the decorations. here's where i find most of my inspirations:

°˖✧ instagram ✧˖° my favorite thing to do is scroll through instagram with different studygrams and their journals. here are some of my favorite accounts:

@boystudy

@journalsanctuary

@studyrose

@tbhstudying

@peachystudy

@studyng

@smoinerd

there's a ton more than that, but that's the first few that i saw in the collection i saved on instagram.

also that's another tip i have for instagram. make sure to save them in collections so you can refer back to the images!! basically, to save in a collection there's a little flag thing in the right hand side of the banner at the bottom of the picture that holds the like, comment, and dm buttons. press and hold on that and you're asked to add to a collection. if you didn't make one already, press the plus button and create a bullet journal inspiration collection and it's exteeemely helpful. trust me on this.

°˖✧ tumblr ✧˖° personally, i don't check bullet journal stuff on here as much so i don't have any blog recommendations, but occasionally i would search up "bullet journal" and there's a ton of images and masterposts that come up. i definitely suggest to check there!

if you want a basis of which blogs to check, the studygrams i mentioned above usually have a tumblr blog where they blog and repost other blogs' bullet journal spreads so definitely check there.

the community is extremely interconnected so you can definitely find amazing inspiration for spreads and where to start on there!!

°˖✧ youtube ✧˖° a ha, this is where i always end up procrastinating my own homework and watch a ton of bullet journal videos.

these are really helpful if you want flip-throughs with explanations and the step -by-step process people take to make all of their spreads. most people upload their monthly spreads which is super helpful when you're first setting up your bullet journal.

there's a lot of setting up bujo videos as well, so you probably won't get too lost.

these are the channels i like to watch (some are redundant to the studygrams whOOPS):

tbhstudying

smoinerd

studyquill

studywithinspo

journalsanctuary

amandarachlee

ememworld

Hannah Song

cheyenne barton

there's a ton more bujo channels out there, these are just the ones i remember from seeing on my suggested page and to which i'm subscribed.

[3] KNOW FOR WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO USE YOUR JOURNAL

the whole point of your bullet journal is that you're going to come back to it and use it again. many of my friends had tried to start a bullet journal and quit because they couldn't keep up with it.

you're going to want to make sure your bullet journal is functional for you and what you want to do with it. originally, the bullet journal was made as a personalized planner that you can use whenever you feel like it. personally, that's for what i use it. i also like to make random color inspiration spreads and quote spreads. this is all up to you, though.

here's some ideas for what you can use your bullet journal:

planner/agenda

journalling your feelings daily

doodles

song lyrics

mood boards

to-do lists

story boards

[4] GET YOUR WRITING UTENSILS AND START WRITING

this is the second most important step after you get your notebook. you want to have things with which you like to write so you're motivated to go back to your notebook and start journalling.

you don't need any of the fancy pens everyone has. in fact, you just need one pen and you're good. some people like to use a lot of different colors, markers, and watercolors (i'm guilty of this) but it's not necessary. i personally think the minimalistic bullet journals but i'm not very good at doodling, so i go kinda extravagant.

anyways, here are pens a lot of people like to use:

zebra sarasa

pilot juice

muji pens (0.38 when capped, 0.5 retractable)

uniball signo dx

pentel energel

pilot frixion

here's some highlighters/markers (some are for calligraphy but if you want an article on how to learn calligraphy, please send me a message and i'll definitely write one!!):

crayola supertips

kuretake zig brushables

kuretake zig true brush

zebra mildliners

tombow abt dual brush pens

tombow fudenosuke

pilot frixion pastel erasable highlighters

pentel sign brush pen

uni propus window highlighters

reminder: you don't need any of these things!! these are just suggestions about which are often talked in the studyblr community.

[5] GO GET WRITING!!

this is where you have the most fun! go and start your bujo!

go put your pens to use!!

take that inspiration and make your own spreads!!

take your time and think about what you actually want to write. i have a ton of unused spreads because i didn't like them/didn't use them. the good thing about this system is that it's adaptable; you can figure out what worked for you one month, what didn't, and use that to work on the next month!

there's multiple ways you can make your spreads. they can be kinda extravagant, or minimalistic. what i mean by extravagant is using the whole shebang: pictures, washi tape, calligraphy, watercolor, etc. it doesn't have to be that way!! you can be minimalistic with just a pen and paper. they both look gorgeous.

for me, i like to do extravagant spreads. thus, i find a lot of my pictures here on whi and on pinterest. (my pinterest is ladyofthemidnights [plug, plug]) i usually pick one main color (besides black) to use every month and thus, i go to my collections to pick pictures within that specific color criteria.

after i find the pictures i want to use, i go ahead and put that in a document and print that off. i cut them out and lay them aside and start working on my monthly spreads.

for the monthly overview i used to use the traditional calendar layout but then i ended up switching to the list calendars like shown in the original bullet journal video. i like to make a mood board page with some of the pictures i pick out, washi tape that coordinates with the color of the month, and a song lyric/quote of some kind.

i've been trying to use a habit tracker but i always forget to fill it in.

[6] STAY MOTIVATED

now that you pulled all the stops to starting a bullet journal, it's important that you keep up with it and you actually want to write in your journal.

staying motivated is important, whether it'd be by looking at a ton of pictures on social media or videos on youtube. nonetheless, you'd want to find a way to make you feel excited for writing in your notebook.

PSA: it doesn't matter if your bujo is the most aesthetic thing on the planet. as long as you love it, it's great and especially pretty.

the bujo is meant for functionality above all, as well. this system was created for people to be able to have a functional notebook to write down the things they need to write down that's easily malleable. as long as you can write down what you need to write down, it's a win.

...

fin.

#tips #bullet journal #bujo #moleskine #leuchtturm1917 #planner #muji #studyblr #my post

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