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ok as an artist i personally find traditional painting to be. really really annoying. like. i do not have the patience for it and i just find it to be really frustrating to set up and actually do and i end up not liking the results. i find that there's little room for mistakes and trying to fix them usually ends up with me making 50 other ones, paints can be so inconsistent and having to rely on availability and certain brands to continue making the paint is really inconvenient, not to mention expensive. spending a bunch of time trying to mix the right shade of paint, only for it to go down a completely different shade of colour and not being able to do anything about it is so frustrating as someone who likes consistency and having things just, y'know, not change colour as soon as it dries. plus, they all use different chemicals and can go off really easily or change textures and i am just not ok with having all my materials having an expiration date like food. lead and graphite pencils just don't do that and they can last for years, they're more reliable. every paint is drastically different and trying to find the right one is not only time consuming but, again, expensive, and i don't even see the point in experimenting when most of my materials end up not even getting used if i don't like using them. plus, i'm just.... really impatient. waiting for paint to dry sucks and is why i much prefer digital or just drawing something because i don't need to wait for anything, it just works. and then when i do want to take my time and work slowly for a better result, it dries too fast. it's kinda hellish trying to balance that time, especially considering how inconsistent paints are.
i like to use guidelines when doing art and i find painting straight onto a canvas to be really tricky because there's a lack of direction for me to actually paint. i'm at a complete loss at what to do when i pick up a brush because i can't map it out first without risking screwing up the paint. there's just so many things to keep track of and so much wet paint to avoid and i just do not have the mind for it. putting colours on a canvas and praying that it works just isn't it for me and requires a discipline that i just don't wanna involve myself with. painting is also just like... really exhausting and kinda painful. i got some pretty bad back issues and my arms tire and get sore easily and quickly when i'm standing in front of a canvas. it's a really physical activity for me and i just don't find something to be very fun to do at all when it's physically hurting me. i know drawing on a canvas has this issue too, which is why i prefer sketchbooks. sitting down and drawing something that doesn't break my entire spine every time i do it is much more preferrable than questioning if i should go to the doctor every time i make a brushstroke, lol
that's not to say that there's nothing i like about painting though! i can paint simple little things, and i like doing that. i like mixing colours with a palette knife and i find it fun and even a little relaxing. i painted some cute little chibi cardboard cutouts of the mario brothers one time and i found that to be really fun and i think i'd like to do that again! but apart from that, i just do not have the patience for it. i love the look of traditional paintings and i find many to be really beautiful, but i could never get into actually doing it myself because i hate the process. i'm content with just sketching and doing digital stuff because that's more fun to me and less stressful of a process to do. it's fun, it allows for more mistakes, it's easier to build up layers of shading and lines, not to mention using building up a figure with guidelines is super helpful with visualising what i want it to look like, and i can just erase something if i don't want it there or want to change something. it just makes sense to me.
tl;dr i dont like painting because it's inconsistent, expensive, time-consuming, directionless, frustrating and it makes my back hurt really bad. i'll just stick to drawing stuff :)
#vent#artist vent#i hate painting#i hate it so much and i just cannot understand it nor do i have the patience for it#i seriously had a crack at it and i just find it to be so annoying#there's so much preparation and i'd much prefer just whipping out a pencil and eraser and scribbling something down#to be fair though i do enjoy other art mediums that require more preparation#i find crafts to be fun and i really like working with air dry clay#using clay is just creating a little creature and i really quite like it a lot#making little cardboard guys is fun if not a bit tricky sometimes because my hands are so big compared to the tiny bits of carboard im usin#but it's very fun and cardboard is easy to get#clay is not so easy to get but you can get a lot of it and make many things with it#the only things i really dont like about clay is fingerprints and the fear of having your art literally explode when you fire it up#but other than that? fun!#painting? not fun!#paint is so messy and i don't like having goopy stuff getting stuck on me and all over my fingers all the time funnily enough#if i bump into something (which is very likely for me because i am clumsy) then oouuguh there goes all the paint its everywhere now#oh my god you know what i hate the most. i hate oil paints. i hate them so much.#the smell gives me bad headaches and makes me feel faint and it's hard to clean and dispose of and it's just more chemicals to deal with#it's just acrylic but more annoying#i don't think it's edible either which is. frustrating#it's also harder to clean out if you get stained with it (which is very likely because paint is messy)#i just dislike oil materials in general. they smell weird and they do not wash off. i still have oil pastel stains on one of my favourite-#-shirts despite the fact that it has been washed multiple times. and it took several days and so much fucking scrubbing to get-#-it out of my nails and off my hands completely. actual hellscape.#i know graphite and lead pencils would never betray me like this#pencils are so reliable and i love them <3#pencils and drawing equipment in general are just more reliable and don't expire or develop inconsistent textures (except erasers for some-#-reason) and they don't! hurt! my! back!#like i'm over here needing to do the riker maneuver to sit down after i paint my back hurts so bad
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trying gouache is giving me acrylic paint flashbacks from high school lsakdfjasldjf i tried to paint a cloud and failed so hard
#a CLOUD#lsdjfa#so easy to draw... a joy to watercolor... lovely to oil pastel#but paint?? the horror
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Art runs deep in my family, so of course as I am learning a new medium I am talking to my mother about my frustrations. We were discussing how it can be discouraging going from a medium I am comfortable (pencils and charcoal) to a medium I am not (pixel art on an art pad.)
Her solution? To send me a pack of oil pastels.
She's so funny!
There's nothing wrong with oil pastels, except that they are my personal ach-nemesis of art!
My...
art-nemesis
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I'm never gonna live down that one time in high school, and now she's sending me my own person elf on the shelf about it.
#tlk to text.exe#redroswyn draws#art and artists#oil pastels#pixel art#It actually is pretty funny#It's not like I don't understand pixel artistry it's that working in a program on an art pad is... just not as easy as putting a pencil to#a piece of paper#but i guess she's on to something: can't be overwhelmed with anxiety when you're too full of spite
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Drawing the market haul
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Oil pastels are a versatile and popular medium for artists of all skill levels. They are made from pigment, wax, and oil, and come in a range of vibrant colours.
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𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: 𝓅𝓉 1
(Dean Winchester x Artist/Bartender!Female Reader)
(𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 2) (𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 3)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re an artist that fell in love with a mysterious boy right before college. Then he left without any way to contact him. Decades later you’re an artist/bartender and you’re surprised to see who comes walking through the door.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none that I can think of.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I have no idea who actually did the cover art for The Prince of Thorns, King of Thorns and Emperor of Thorns by Mark Lawrence, the comic illustrations of the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson, or Cinder by Marissa Meyer. But I loved the artwork for the cover art and illustrations, so they deserve all the credit for their creativity. ((The artwork and references to the books is just to use to build Y/N’s portfolio, I do not own any of the artworks.))
It wasn’t easy being an artist. And it didn’t help that you seemed to be a starving artist at that. Everything seemed to have been done already. You supposed that your creative mind wasn’t as unique as you originally thought it would be.
You had countless sketchbooks in your home, just on one of your many bookshelves, purely dedicated to the sketchbooks you’ve had over the years. You’ve been sketching and drawing for as long as you can remember. You picked up on using water color and oil pastels sometime in high school when you were being experimental with your styles. But over the years you found that your luck expanding on your career was sort of a fifty fifty shot.
When someone hadn’t commissioned you to paint a wall of theirs, or if you weren’t working on a cover for some author - which was also another rare opportunity - You spent your time working at a bar in Wisconsin. It was some way to make some money after all, plus you did get to meet some pretty interesting people.
As for tonight, it was just another Thursday night for you and you were on your break. With that being said, you had your sketchbook out and you were sketching yet again.
Lately, in your personal sketchbook, you would draw the familiar face of a man you used to know. One that probably didn’t even remember your name, but you’d always remember his. You’d always remember his beautiful eyes that reminded you of the green forest, or the way his smile would light up any room he’d step into. You could remember the smell of his leather jacket, or the way that unusual pendant looked a little too good around his neck. You could still remember the sound of his laugh, or the flirtatious little tone and his mischievous smirk. He was a man you knew you could never forget, even after all these years.
“Drawing that mystery man of yours again, Y/N?” A work friend of yours named Danielle asked.
You glanced up at her while she adjusted her glasses and sat in front of you, “He’s no mystery.. just a memory.”
“You know, if you really can’t forget about him then maybe you should look for him.” She suggested and you shook your head.
“That’s not possible. Even when we first met during the summer before my freshman year of college, he was always traveling around with his father. It was a part of his career. And if anything, the guy’s still going it. They always traveled around the country.” You explained and Danielle pouted a little.
“You mean you can’t even track down what business it was? Not even by phone number or anything? Some company they ran.” She said and you rubbed the back of your neck.
“Did he even tell you what kind of business he was a part of?” You shook your head.
“No… he was really secretive and he always told me he didn’t want to freak me out. A part of me wonders if he didn’t trust me. Then after like two weeks together he ghosted me.” You admitted.
“And you’re still obsessing over him? Come on, you’ve really got to let it go. If he was that much of a douche to ghost you and if he didn’t even leave you a way to contact him, then you have got to move on.” Danielle told you and you knew deep down she was right.
You looked down at the picture again of your ‘mystery man’ as Danielle liked to call him. Just as you were about to put the pencil to your paper once more, Danielle’s hand got in the way and she dragged the book across the table and rotated it so she could take a look at your work.
“Okay, this guy can’t actually be real. No one is that attractive.” She said with a chuckle before she looked up at you once more.
“So what did you say his name was again?” She asked as she handed you the sketchbook again.
“Dean… Dean Winchester.”
“Dean… Not a bad name I guess. Better than like Brad or something.” She laughed.
“Any chance that he’s a reader? Maybe he’s seen your cover art on some books.” You shook your head.
“No, he’s not much of a reader. His brother is a reader though so.. maybe? Although who knows if Sam would read any of the books I’ve done the artwork for.” You shrugged, unsure if Sam read any fantasy novels or science fiction.
“His brother’s name is Sam? That’s a little anticlimactic isn’t it? Is it short for something?”
“I don’t think it’s anticlimactic. Simplistic. And no, I don’t think it’s short for anything, but I never really asked Dean about it. Never met Sam.”
“Hey! Y/N! Danielle! Y’all can’t leave me by myself, I just got here!” A second voice said and that was your other friend, Callie. She had a bit of a southern twang in her voice that was definitely different compared to your other coworkers.
You and Danielle both laughed and you got up from your seat. You closed your sketchbook and went back to the back of the bar to put your sketchbook in your backpack. Then you began to resume your shift. The sooner the night was over with, the sooner you could go home and maybe check your emails and see if anyone has reached out to you for any projects.
The next several hours went by and it was closing time at the bar. You walked out of the bar with the two coworkers.
“Have you two heard the news yet about the Nelson’s wife?” Callie asked and you glanced over at her, brow arched upward.
“No. I didn’t even know something happened.” You said.
“Well apparently when Mr. Nelson came home last night, his door was opened up and there were some kind of freaky claw marks on the door. When the boss went inside he saw that his wife’s guts were literally outside of her body. But you wanna know the weird thing of it all?”
“There’s a weird part? Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better!” You asked.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Callie replied, not finding your sarcasm amusing at the moment.
“The weirdest part was that her heart was missing. No weapon was found, no evidence of some kind of fur if it really was an animal attack. The police have searched the place top to bottom to find any clues or evidence of an animal attack. But honestly I’m surprised the bar was even opened tonight.” Callie continued.
“That explains why I hadn’t seen the boss tonight. He must be going through a lot. I couldn’t imagine losing my boyfriend in such a horrific way… and to actually see his wife like that? I can’t imagine.” Danielle said and you frowned a little.
As difficult as it was to learn about the loss of your boss’ wife, you didn’t think that your boss would be missing that much. The Mrs. didn’t exactly have a great reputation after all. She was a bit of the town harlot to put it lightly. It was common knowledge that she had been cheating on her husband for the past three years with several men.
“How is Mr. Nelson taking it?” You asked.
“Well as far as I know he’s been at the sheriff’s office all day for an interrogation. You know how it is, always suspecting the spouse first. I don’t know if he’s actually had the time to really mourn.” Callie replied.
“Well… surely it’s just some freakish accident. It couldn’t possibly happen again. The same animal wouldn’t strike the same town twice, right?” You said.
“I wouldn’t think so.” Callie said.
“Well just incase that animal is still around… make sure you get home safe! Why don’t we create a group text now just to make sure we all get home okay.” Danielle suggested.
“Honestly… that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” You said and pulled out your phone.
Once the three of you were on the group chat, you split off into your different vehicles to go home. You made it to your apartment and shut the door behind you. You tossed your bag on the couch before you plopped on the furniture, then you reached for the remote and turned on the television.
There wasn’t anything good on TV so you changed the channel to Boomerang and watched some cartoons. They were playing the old episodes of Scooby-Doo and you smiled to yourself. You hadn’t watched this show in years and you felt nostalgic watching it. Then your mind wandered off to the old days. You started to think about the summer with Dean.
You shook your head, deciding that Danielle was right and you really should forget about Dean. It’s been years and you never saw Dean again after the best two weeks of your life. It wasn’t worth thinking about. So you grabbed your computer and checked some emails to see if anyone’s reached out.
Evidently there was an email for some author named Marissa Meyer. She was emailing you to compliment your illustrations for James Patterson’s Maximum Ride comics and for the cover art of some other books. Honestly you were surprised. She was writing to see if you’d be willing to do some cover art for one of her books. She emailed you the plot of whatever story this would be and she said the title she planned was Cinder. It seemed to be an interesting plot so you started typing out the response, letting the author know you’d be willing to make the cover art and that you just needed a deadline for it.
Shortly after you sent the email, you started looking at some inspiration photos on Google and Pinterest and that was when your phone started ringing. When you glanced down, you saw that it was a group call with Danielle and Callie. You smiled and you answered the phone before you lifted the phone to your ear.
“Hello?” You answered.
“Oh good, you answered!” Danielle exclaimed on the other line and you chuckled.
“Don’t worry, no animals have broken in to attack me yet.” You clarified and Callie laughed.
“See, I told you there was nothing for you to worry about. She’s probably getting ready to draw something and you broke her concentration.” Callie said and you hummed a little.
“Haven’t started just yet. Though about water coloring though.” You admitted since it had been a while since you’d used that medium.
“Well next time send a text! That was the whole reason why we made the group chat, remember?” Danielle continued and you grinned.
“Sorry for worrying you. I’m alright, and I’m glad both of you are alright too.” You insisted.
“Are both of you working tomorrow night?” You asked.
“I know I am.” Danielle replied with a little bit of an exasperated sigh.
“I’m not. I’ve got the rest of the week off.” Callie spoke up.
“The whole week? So we’ll see you when, Monday?” You asked.
“Yep. Needed a little me time and what perfect time would that be than having the weekend all to yourself?” She said.
“What about Dylan?” Danielle asked, referring to Callie’s boyfriend.
“He said he was… busy with something.” Callie said.
“You know, Danielle, you and Chris may like this one restaurant on South drive.” Callie said, talking about Danielle’s boyfriend and you felt like the odd one out, not having gone on a date in about three years.
“I’ll let the two of you talk about your boyfriends and your little date ideas.” You said and you were about to hang up before the both of them started talking to you to not hang up.
“Woah woah woah! Why don’t we get you hooked up with someone?” Callie asked.
“Yeah, that would be fun! I mean it’s been a while so what’s the harm in it? We can take you to the bar after work this Saturday night.”
You arched a brow before you looked at your bag that still had the sketchbook with the pictures of Dean in it. You supposed maybe going out this weekend maybe help you get over the memory. Dean was more of a phantom of that summer anyway.
“I suppose that could work. I get off at six. I can get home and get ready by seven or something.” You replied.
“Oh good! Maybe on break tomorrow you and I can go looking for some cute dresses for you to wear!” You cringed at Danielle’s words and you used your free hand to rub the back of your neck.
“Great.” You muttered with nervous laughter.
“Hang on, guys. I have to go. Dylan is calling me.” Callie groaned with some sort of annoyance in her tone and you wondered if everything was alright. However before you asked, she hung up.
“Wonder if she’s alright.” You said since Danielle was on the other line.
“Honestly I think she and Dylan have been in a bit of a rough patch recently. I wouldn’t be surprised if they break up by the end of the month.” She sighed.
“Rough patch? What’s been going on?”
“Well from what Callie’s ranted about, Dylan is developing some trust issues ever since she told him she didn’t want to live together.”
“What? They’ve only been dating for like a month and he wanted to move in?”
“Something like that…”
“Well you’re being awfully gracious for giving them the end of the month to end things. I’ll give them a week and a half if that.” You chuckled.
“You never know. Anyway, it’s getting late. See you tomorrow?” Danielle said.
“I’ll be there.”
Dean rubbed the back of his head as he walked down the stairs. Then he tied the strap of his robe around his waist as he made his way into the library just to see Sam reading a book. Not much of a surprise there. But this time it didn’t seem like it was a research book in his hands.
“Whatcha got there?” Dean asked, hearing his brother hum in response.
“It’s a fantasy series by Mark Lawrence. I’m reading the second one called King of Thorns.” Sam spoke.
“I didn’t exactly take you to be a fantasy ready. Always thought of you as more of a realist.” Dean admitted as he sat down across from his brother before he moved the laptop across the table. Then Dean opened it up so he could see if there was any new cases that sounded like his and Sam’s thing.
“Charlie recommended the book to me. Said that it was pretty good. Like it’s not Lord of the Rings good or Harry Potter good, but she thought it was worth the read nonetheless.” Sam said.
Dean hummed as he looked over at the book again and he caught a glimpse of the front cover, “Cover art’s pretty good.”
“Yeah… Charlie said the artist has done quite a little bit. She’d done the cover art of this trilogy and the illustrations for some sort of comic series based off some YA science fiction books. I think her name is.. oh hang on I think her name might be in the book.” Sam said as he flipped to the back.
“Oh here it is. Cover artist, Y/N L/N.”
Dean’s gaze shot from the book in Sam’s hand to Sam right after he read the name. That was a name he hadn’t heard in years. Felt like centuries really.
“Let me see that. I want to get a better look at the cover.” Dean said and Sam put his bookmark between the pages and handed the book to him.
As Dean looked at the cover, he admired the work. He suddenly began to recall that summer when he was a couple decades younger. Still fresh and when John was still around. He remembered meeting this beautiful girl in Wisconsin. You, in fact.
That was the best two weeks of his entire life. He remembered how great of an artist you were, how much he loved looking through the sketchbooks you showed him. He remembered you telling him way back when that you wanted to be an artist. Seems like you’ve come quite a ways if you’ve done some illustrations and some book covers.
“Has this artist done anything else?” Dean asked curiously.
“Since when were you interested in art?” Sam asked with a smirk as he leaned in, his arms folded in front of him on the table. Then the look of realization went across his face.
“Wait… Y/N. Isn’t that the girl from-“
“Wisconsin? Yeah.” Dean said and he chuckled.
“Honestly the best summer I’ve ever had.” Dean admitted.
“Why didn’t you ever go back to visit her? Is she a hunter? Maybe she could help us on some hunt sometime.” Sam said, trying to be encouraging but Dean shook his head a little.
“No, she wasn’t a hunter. In fact she was far from it. When I met her, she hadn’t even started college yet. Just graduated high school. She had no idea of the darkness in the world that we deal with and well… I wanted to spare her from it.” He said.
“Sounds like you had it bad. Dad wondered why it took you two weeks to end the case. He said it was awful long for you.” Sam smirked.
“Honestly, yeah. I did. if I wasn’t a hunter, I might have stayed. Maybe even go to summer school or work as a mechanic there to make a living just to stick around while she was on her campus. She was a sweet girl but I knew if I stayed, monsters would come and I didn’t want her exposed to that kind of shit just because I stayed around. I finished the case in a week but I stayed the extra week before I had to decide to move on.” Dean continued.
“Do you ever regret it?” Sam asked.
“Honestly, I don’t think she would even remember me.” Dean replied and handed the book to Sam yet again. Sam took it and set it down on the table beside him.
“I think she’d remember… anyway, as far as I know she’s just illustrated for that series and the covers for this series.” Sam said but he pulled out his phone to search your name.
“Here’s something… She’s painted some walls in the local elementary school building as well as a pediatrician’s office. But honestly I think that’s the only commissions she’s had. Other than that, based off her social media she’s just working in a bar.”
“A bartender? A girl of her talent should be working for some comic company. Maybe even character designing for some animation studio.” Dean said with a bit of surprise.
“Well, sometimes people aren’t always that lucky in life. But I agree with you, she is good.” Sam sighed as he closed out his phone before putting it back in his pocket. Then he turned his attention back to Dean who was looking back at the computer screen in front of him.
“Find anything worth while?” He asked his older brother.
“Well speaking of Wisconsin…. Turns out some bar owner’s wife was found dead. Police are calling it an animal attack but there wasn’t any evidence of an animal left behind. Then again there wasn’t exactly any evidence of humans either because apparently, intestines were outside the poor woman’s body and her heart was missing.” He said.
“So… werewolf maybe?” Sam suggested.
“That’s my first thought. We might as well head that way and check it out for ourselves.” Dean said and Sam nodded before Dean decided to get up so he could take a shower and get dressed before going on the hunt.
When Dean made it into his room, he decided that’s before he’d get dressed he’d look for something.
Honestly he wasn’t even sure if he still had this amongst his memorabilia. He didn’t exactly carry ugh outside of his pictures of his parents, Bobby and Sam and himself when they were younger. But when Dean opened up the auto man at the end of his bed and started looking through old pictures and papers, he moved his father’s journal to the side and then he found a black folder.
Dean let out a breath of relief as he pulled the black folder out and he sat down on the bed. The field was made of paper and it was a bit worn with the years of being moved around since they went from motel to motel a lot. Then Dean opened up the folder and he was pleasantly surprised to find that what he was looking for was still inside.
Inside of the folder there was a sheet of sketch paper with a drawing of both you and him on it. It was an old picture, Dean’s hair was longer and he didn’t quite have bags under his yees from the years of losing sleep because of a hunt. Then there was you, and you were even more gorgeous in person. Your talented hand didn’t give you justice on paper.
In the picture, you were wrapped up in his arms while the two of you sat down on a blanket in the grass. Both of you had a peaceful expression as you looked out at the lake. Dean could still remember the way you felt in his arms, remembering the moment you had drawn in the picture. It was the second to the last night that he spent in Wisconsin.
Dean smiled at the memory, knowing that even after so many years you still had a piece of his heart. But then reality started to get to him and he wondered if you had been married after college graduation. Did you have a family of your own? Dean calculated and by this time you had to be in your mid thirties like he was, right? Most people were arrived by then if they were lucky, and any man would be lucky to have someone so special like you.
Honestly Dean couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you still thought about him once in a while. Maybe late at night when you were watching a movie drinking some wine and drawing one of those covers Sam showed him, he wondered if you thought about him.
Dean put the picture back into the folder and placed it on the night table beside his bed before he grabbed his bag and some clothes to pack up. Then he got his other pair of jeans and a shirt to wear before he headed off to the shower.
Two days had gone by and that was the night you were supposed to go out with Danielle and Callie to some sort of club or whatever. Honestly you weren’t sure if dancing was your thing. You weren’t in your twenties anymore after all but when you were texting Danielle about it all she told you was that it was something to put you out there, give you something fun to look forward to this weekend.
At the moment you weren’t really focused on your little outing that night. You were a little more concerned about the fact that you hadn’t heard from Callie in the last couple of days.
It wasn’t like Callie. She typically texted you and Danielle at least once daily whether she texted some sort of joke or sent a picture of some silly picture first thing in the morning before going about her day and living her life on her days off. But it had been two days and you found it odd that she hadn’t sent any memes, jokes, or even talked about going out that night.
When the door opened you happened to glance up and you saw Danielle running in with a frantic expression across her features. When Danielle made eye contact with you, you realized she was rushing over to the bar to meet you.
“Y/N, have you heard from Callie lately? I saw her boyfriend this morning and he was out at some diner and he acted like he was just fine while he was sitting beside some girl.” She rambled, catching you off guard with how fast she was talking.
“What? No I haven’t, wait he was with another girl?” You asked.
“Yeah and you wanna know what else? I heard Nelson was visited by two guys in suits. I think the FBI is looking into it. Maybe they caught a glimpse of something with Nelson’s wife and they’re looking into it.”
“But the cops already talked to Nelson. That was the whole point of him not stopping by the bar at all like two days ago. Why would the FBI need to talk to him again? Poor guy’s already been through enough.” You said.
“Well, honestly I don’t think Nelson minds. I bet he’s a little glad he doesn’t have to deal with the constant heartbreak of his wife bumping ugliest with different men every other night.”
“Oh come on, that’s a little bit of an exaggeration.” You tried to give the former Mrs. Nelson the benefit of the doubt.
“Would you really be surprised if it was that often though?” Danielle smirked, you rolled your eyes a little before you started putting some of the clean glasses away to prepare for customers.
“Do you think the FBI will come here to see if we know anything? You know the manager’s out of town this week. What do we tell them if they happen to come in?” Danielle asked, starting to get a little worried, not much to your surprise.
“Danielle, breathe. If they come in and you spot them, just send them to me. I’ve got it covered. Not that they’ll ask anything we have any knowledge about anyway.” You said and Danielle took a deep breath before exhaling and nodding.
“I’m still worried about Callie.” She said.
“Well think about it… if you and your boyfriend broke up, are you going to want to spend a lot of time on your phone for the first couple of days? Or are you going to want to sleep and isolate for a while before you start making public appearances again.” You reasoned.
“I don’t know…”
“I’ll tell you what. After we clock out tonight, we can go over to Callie’s house and check up on her and make sure she’s alright.” You insisted.
“Okay… yeah that sounds like a plan.”
“Now… why don’t you go ahead and clock in and we can get the show on the road. They may not even come at all, and Callie will more than definitely be alright.” You insisted and Danielle nodded.
With that being said the two of you got to work. You were busily serving different customers at the bar with different drinks. Some you were used to making but apparently there were some visitors and they wanted something fancy. Two preppy looking guys had just walked through the door and made themselves comfortable at the bar. They looked like they were the country club type of guys.
“Hey, Miss! Can I get a Boulevardier cocktail over here?” One of them said. He had waved ginger hair and he was wearing a blue golf shirt.
“Yeah and I’ll have Vieux Carre cocktail, Darlin.” The other said. He was blond, hair parted to the side and he wore an orange golf shirt with white stripes.
These people must’ve had the worst taste in clothing, and an even worse taste in drinks. You couldn’t even try and pronounce these things and you weren’t even sure if you had the right ingredients for these stupid sounding drinks.
“Sure. I’ll get right on that for you fellas.” You replied and went to the back to get the glasses. Then you pulled out the phone to see what the heck those drinks were. Luckily for you, you had some similar ingredients, but you weren’t working in a fancy bar so you had some pretty basic drinks, they’ll just have to deal with generic.
You grabbed what you needed and started to make the drinks and you thought you heard Danielle’s voice followed by two gruff sounding voices. Yay, more customers.
You were too focused on making the drinks but that was when Danielle started walking towards the bar with the two men she was talking to.
“Y/N? I’ve got a couple of agents that would like to speak with you.” Danielle called.
When you glanced over you saw a familiar green pair of eyes, the ones that you’ve drawn numerous times. They’ve changed though, like they’ve seen so much more. But seeing Dean there… it was like everything in your world stopped and you accidentally dropped the glasses you needed.
The sound of the glass shattering on the floor snapped you out of it.
You immediately started looking for a broom but Danielle started rushing over to help you, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it for you. What did these guys order?”
“Thank you… Some cocktails with fancy names. I’ll send you the recipes.” You said as you wiped your hands on the apron.
“You okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” She said and you nodded a little.
“Yeah, I’m okay… I’ll tell you later.” You told her, not wanting to be wrong if your suspicions are correct.
You nibbled on your bottom lip softly before letting it go and you walked over to the two federal agents.
Dean was straightening up his tie uncomfortably. All these years later and he still hated these damned monkey suits but then he felt Sam nudge his arm and when Dean looked up, he could feel his breath taken away.
No, it couldn’t be you could it?
You looked so beautiful, time seemed to have done wonders for you and Dean almost found it hard to breathe at the sight of you.
Of all the towns this case had to take place in, it just had to be the one you lived in. Have you heard anything about the case? You didn’t know about all the ugliness out there yet, did you?
“My friend said you wanted to speak with me? How can I help you?”
God your voice brought back so many memories, but Dean couldn’t dwell on them. Besides, you probably forgot about him so what was the point? Still… it was eating at his mind.
“Um… yeah… Agent Peart, could you get us a couple of drinks and maybe talk to one of the other bartenders?” Dean said.
Sam looked over and raised a brow skeptically. Dean was lucky Sam didn’t really question it and the younger Winchester walked off, giving Dean the time to be alone with you.
“So Ms… L/N, right?” Dean asked, almost hesitant.
But he watched the corner of your lips turn upward into a smile, “Yes, Agent Winchester.”
Dean couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you did remember him after all.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d recall…”
“Dean, it may have been a few years since that summer but I’m not old enough for dementia.” You joked.
Dean couldn’t help but laugh a little and the two of you found a place to sit at the bar table. It’s been so long since he’s been this close to you and it felt just like it did before.
“So how’ve you been? How’s your father and the business?” You asked, Dean remembered that he never told you the exact truth. You had a lot to catch up on he supposed.
“Dad um… well he passed several years ago. About five years after that summer, actually.” Dean said and he watched the way you began to frown.
“I’m sorry to hear that… I remember how you used to talk about him and how close you were.” You told him and he gave a bittersweet smile.
“Things well.. they changed in the five years after. A lot did actually. But my brother and I actually take care of the family business.” He told you and you lifted a brow.
“If you’re an agent now, how do you have the time for a traveling business?” You asked and he felt his palms get clammy, knowing that might be a difficult thing to answer.
“Um… well… Agents like me and Peart aren’t always in one place, so I still travel a lot anyway and when I’m off duty I handle the business as much as I can.” He tried to explain in the most believable way possible.
“You never did tell me what kind of business your dad started. I was always so curious.” You said and Dean wished he could tell you the truth.
“Actually… I need to ask you a few questions. I’m sort of on a case and I don’t really have a whole lot of time to catch up this time around.” He admitted softly.
Dean felt his heart sank at the way your shoulders seemed to slump a little before you looked down at your glass of brandy. He wished he could spend as much time with you as possible, but he couldn’t afford to lose anymore people. People have already lost their lives because of him and he couldn’t afford to do that to you too. He couldn’t handle it.
“What is it you want to know, Agent?”
The switch to the professionalism in your tone pierced Dean through the heart. Maybe he should have asked Sam to keep him some company after all, but from the looks of it he was busy interviewing someone else and writing notes down like the nerd he was.
“The owner… did you have many interactions with his wife?” He asked and he watched you shake your head.
“No. Too busy working. Plus she seldom came here anyway. She was more of a promiscuous woman than anything else. Nelson knew that better than anyone else.” You sighed.
“Nelson.. do you think he’d ever want to take revenge on his wife or pay someone to do it?” Dean asked, making this seem like routine questions - in a way they were still important for a hunter’s case. Who knows, maybe Nelson could he the werewolf he was looking for.
“And risk losing the bar because he’s in jail? No. He was hurt by his wife’s actions, yeah. But for a while they tried to work on it, but then they separated for a month. After that they started living together again before the affairs started up again. And from the looks of it he didn’t have the time to deal with his adulterous wife if she wasn’t willing to change. But there were rumors of a divorce.”
“Do you think Nelson had any enemies? Someone that wanted to get to him through the Mrs?” Dean asked.
“Look, Dean. I don’t keep tabs on my boss and his wife. I don’t care about that kind of thing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have customers to serve and you have a murder to solve. Don’t let me keep you.” You said and abruptly stood up and walked away to get back to work.
Dean rubbed his face before pinching the bridge of his nose, “Well that looks like it was a disaster.”
Dean heard the sound of his brother’s voice and he rolled his eyes a little before he got up.
“Let’s get out of here and compare notes…”
“You okay, Man?”
“I’m fine, Sam. Let’s just go.” Dean stated and he pushed his chair in before they walked out of the door after putting some cash on the table top for the drinks.
Once the two of them got into the car, Dean started the Impala and when he was pulling out he started to drive to the hotel, then Sam started to talk again.
“So why were you so in a rush to leave? What the hell happened back there?” Sam asked, causing Dean to grimace a little but he knew his brother wouldn’t let it go until he knew what was going on.
“You remember the girl we were talking about? The cover artist?” He said and Sam nodded.
“Wait, that was Y/N? Why don’t we go back? You two can catch up! It’s just a werewolf case, a milk run. I can handle this and give you time with her.” Sam said; and as much as Dean appreciated the willingness, he knew his chances were probably gone.
“Oh no… what did you do?” Sam asked when Dean went quiet.
“Why is it always something that I did?” Dean asked and Sam scoffed.
“Because, Dean. As smooth as you are with women you’ll never see again, you always screw up with the ones that matter and you let them go. Why are you trying to let this one go?”
“Because I can’t have what happened to Jo and Lisa happen to her. Even though Jo was a hunter, she still got killed! Lisa didn’t have experience with hunting, never wanted anything to do with it, and she just got in trouble just by knowing me.” Dean said sternly, beginning to speed because he wasn’t exactly focused on the road.
“Dean! Slow down! We aren’t on a roller coaster!”
Dean heard his brother’s panicky voice and he eased on the gas and tried to focus on what he was doing and eventually they made it to the hotel. Luckily there weren’t any cops on the road so he didn’t get pulled over or anything on the way. But he turned off the car and Sam cleared his throat a little.
“Sam, I don’t want advice on this one. It’s better to just let this one go.”
“Dean, come on. I know for a fact you still have that picture she drew for you. And you said it yourself, that was the best summer of your life! You deserve to experience that kind of happiness again. Especially since things seem to be so calm right now. No angelic wars, no apocalypses, things are quiet and you deserve a break.”
Dean was still quiet.
“And you still aren’t going to tell me what down at the bar, are you?”
With a grunt, Dean stepped out of the car and started making his way up the stairs to get to their designated room.
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“60/40”
i want a hundred of your time. you’re mine.
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Art was subjective.
Through any flick of the brush or stroke of paint, anything could be created. Anything could be interpreted. Perspective. It was all about perspective.
Tara had it. She knew how to draw on the inside and the outside. It was easy for her to decide what lines to remove and which to cross. It was quite simple when she had a straightforward rule.
Nobody touches Sam.
Bathed in neglect and sin, Tara was a rabid dog. She bit down, held on, and refused to give in. Too many times had she been the dog with a bird at the door of someone who didn’t want anything to do with her— especially with Sam. But that didn’t matter now. She was reunited with her big sister. And she wasn’t going to let go.
She couldn’t help that her hackles rose each time she saw Sam interact with someone that wasn’t her. She frothed at mouth each time she watched her big sister touch someone that wasn’t her, and she could feel her teeth sharpen each time Sam uttered I love you to anyone but Tara.
Tara knew how to create art. She was good with a pen and pencil. She excelled at oils and pastels. But the most underrated tool was what she could do with a knife.
It wasn't easy following in her big sister’s footsteps. Sam had a knack for violence and a lust to create. Some saw it as destruction, ripping people apart until nothing was left. But Tara knew better. Her sister was an artist, her canvas the bodies of the vexed and deplorable.
She wanted to be her big sister so bad. All she ever wanted was for people to look at her and say— Tara is just like Sam.
The planning took a long time. She was an architect, a creator, and a designer focused on concocting her own piece of art. She observed Sam noticed how the vein in her jaw jumped when she clenched it or how she dug her fingernails into her palms when angered. She learned how to subdue a body properly and carve it out from the inside out.
Once she felt prepared, all she needed was a victim. Someone to take a clean apart, turn it inside out, and make it new again.
So it really was a no-brainer on who to pick once Rebecca wandered into Sam’s life. For Sam, it was an immediate friendship. But for Tara, it was immediate aversion.
In all fairness, Tara tried. She did give it a chance. The girl was just too… boisterous. Too loud, always taking up all the oxygen in the room, leaving Tara uncomfortably breathless. Rebecca took everything- Sam’s time, energy, and power; and left Tara an exhausted and quiet big sister. When Tara wanted more love or attention, Sam couldn’t give it, as she was exhausted from giving her all to her fruitless friendship.
And Tara couldn’t allow that to happen anymore. She wouldn’t allow any more days of little conversations, nights staying up waiting for a too-drunk big sister to come home. Rebecca didn’t love or appreciate Sam’s creativity and heart as Tara did.
Rebecca would never see it coming, what Tara would do next. That was how the world worked—you had to leave before you got left or caught.
So when the girl wakes up in an abandoned warehouse, her wrists bound and her mouth gagged, she doesn’t understand. Typical. The arsonist never realized that they left a trail of gasoline for anyone to ignite.
——
Tara chuckles, watching the girl writhe under her restraints. She did such a good job making sure that the knots wouldn’t shift like Sam taught her. God, Sam was going to be so proud of her budding little artist.
Eventually, Rebecca spots Tara standing in the shadows, her dark eyes shining with lust. The girl flips her body around desperately, foolishly believing that Tara is actually here to save her. The absolute gall this woman had.
Padding out of the darkness, Tara stops before her little hostage, tilting her head. She couldn’t help the grin that grew across her face, a real Cheshire cat grin. Everything in her felt red-hot and alive, and it took more restraint than she would care to admit not to carve up her canvas now. She instead bent down and ripped the gag out.
Flopping like a caught fish, Rebecca gasps for air, her face crimson. She looks up at Tara with wide eyes, tears bubbling over and down her cheeks. “Why are you doing this? Why, Tara?”
Tara cocks her head, circling her prey, enjoying the chase. “You know what you did,” she hummed.
The woman shakes her head robotically, almost comically. She pulls against her restraints, Tara’s grin only getting more significant as she struggles. Finally, she stops pulling, tears pooling onto the cold concrete below her. “No, I don’t! What did I do? Why are you hurting me?” she wails.
Shrugging, Tara looks at her nails, bored. She forgot how much she hated monologuing. But she supposed she owed the girl an answer. “I’m not hurting you. I’m showing you what happens when you take what is mine.”
“What did I take? I didn’t take anything!” Rebecca shouts, pulling at her wrists again.
“Sixty-forty,” Tara whispers, her voice cold and sharp.
Rebecca stopped struggling and cocks her head in confusion. Tara could practically taste the blood on her tongue, her mouth salivating in anticipation of the kill.
“What? What does that mean?” Rebecca whispers, her eyes wide.
Tara bends down, roughly grasping the woman’s chin. She forces Rebecca to look her in the eye, as this was her artwork, and she was the artist. She was the mastermind. Everything would happen the way she wanted it to. “Look at me. It’s the time- look at me. There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Clearing her throat, now with the attention of her hostage on her, she continued. “Like I was saying, that’s the time you took from me. You took sixty percent of the time I should have with Sam and left me forty. I’m not too fond of that. No, it should be ninety-five, five. Or better yet, one hundred to nil. Do you understand?”
“You’re hurting me because I hung out with your sister?” Rebecca cries, her tears leaking onto Tara’s hand.
Pulling her hand back in disgust, Tara wipes her fingers onto her jeans. “Hey. No, no. I’m making art. I’m creating—Sam’s mine. I’m showing her that I'm capable of creating gifts to win her back. You’re just collateral, I suppose,” she muses, shrugging.
“Please let me go.”
And that’s what she heard it. That voice. The voice that soothed every fear and fed every need. The voice that spoke reason, and gave honesty. The one thing Tara could always fall into, and follow home.
“Oh sweetheart, don’t let her go Tara. Show me. Show me your love. Give me your heart,” Sam purred, circling the two. Tara looked up at her sister, grinning maniacally, her eyes dark.
For Tara, she knew she was safe. For Rebecca, she thought she was saved.
Looking up at Sam, Rebecca smiled, her face softening in relief. “Sam! You gotta help me. Please, please let me go. Tell your psycho bitch sister to let me go!”
However, those were the wrong choice of words. If the woman was even the slightest bit smart or had a shred of intelligence, she would’ve realized her mistake. She doused herself in blood and threw herself into the lion’s den.
Soft and calculated, Sam speaks. “What did you call her?”
Tara shivers at her big sister’s voice, sweat trickling down her back. It was the same tone that she heard in New York before the knife was plunged through Detective Bailey’s eye. The detached cruelty that Sam could slip on and off so quickly, forgoing her humanity.
She wants to master that skill one day.
As if sensing the reality of her situation, Rebecca sobs, snot running down her face. “Sam, please,” she softly begs, hiccuping.
Her big sister tilts her head, shaking it slowly. Tara could feel her heart bursting at the seams, her love for Sam overflowing. Sam tutted softly and, instead, kicked the girl swiftly in the ribs. Swallowing hard, Tara’s heart thumped, her hands twitching, waiting for a command.
As Rebecca moaned in pain, Sam turned back to her sister, her pupils dilated. “Tara, continue. Show me your love,” Sam orders, stepping back, allowing her sister room to work.
Tara grinned, looking down at Rebecca. She took her switchblade out, unsheathing the blade. “You heard her. It’s time to continue now,” she purred, her eyes glazed in passion.
All that could be heard was hollow screaming echoing off of an empty warehouse and the clattering of knives onto the cold pavement. Soon, the screaming stopped, and Tara stepped back, admiring her work.
Sam wrapped her arms around Tara’s shoulders, pulling her in and holding her down. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You’re such a good artist,”
Tara hummed. “I’ve had lots of practice,”
Her big sister’s eyes lit up in wonder. “Show me,” she softly growled, commanding Tara to her will.
And Tara obeyed. They were finally together. She wasn’t selfish. She just wasn’t sharing.
Sam was hers. Tara was Sam’s. That was it.
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— B A S I C S
name: eyrie kisne
nicknames: none. they inherited the title "the ephemeral shepherd" after the end of the pandaemonium raids
age: 150~ years old
nameday: 22nd sun of the 4th astral moon (07/22)
race: veena + rava viera
gender: nonbinary
orientation: do not particularly care
profession: adventurer + craftsman
— P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T
hair: reddish brown with streaks of pale blonde + a few grey hairs at their temples and near their ears. there are a few bald spots near the base of their ears from an intense trichotillomania flare up ~15 years ago
eyes: warm dark brown
skin: well worn and lightly tanned with copious amounts of sun spots, freckles and moles. a section of bleached white skin runs the length of their spin, spreading out across their shoulders and lower back.
tattoos/scars: light brown tattoos of the same design as their maternal grandmother decorate their fingers and hands. their hands and forearms bleached to a pale white—almost marble like to the touch. they have too many scars to dare count them, but a notably large scar stretches from just below their sternum to right above their belly button from a reaper scythe through their chest.
— F A M I L Y
parents: their mother--yelva--is alive and well back in the forest. tending to her great grand children and her goats. their father, azmi, died in an accident during the later parts of eyrie’s wood warder training.
siblings: two older sisters named lilja and brita, and one fraternal twin brother named odvirn, all of whom are alive
grandparents: deceased/unknown
in laws and other: none they are close with. they do have copious amounts of nieces and nephews from their sisters, but their brother has no living children. they also have seven children of their own.
pets: cricket (a ferret familiar, unknowingly summoned) + flower (a carbuncle inherited upon the death of the first WoL in the coils of bahamut) + gingko (their chocobo who chose them once they finished their paladin training)
— S K I L L S
abilities: brd + smn + war/drk + ast. also trained in the tradition of the disgraced paladins of ishgard. they have some small talent in conjury, but refuse to pursue the matter further on account of “personal issues”
hobbies: whittling, landscape drawing, playing various instruments (lute and pan pipes), gardening, sewing + embroidery + mending clothes
— T R A I T S
most positive traits: selfless, compassionate, loving, paternal
most negative traits: selfless, quiet, liar, shameful and guilty, vindictive, patronizing
— L I K E S
colours: russet brown, maroon, olive green, ivory, pale gold
smells: oil pastels, aether, chamomile, blood
textures: linen, feathers, homemade paper, oil, silky fur and rough wool
drinks: mead, mulled wine, fermented sheep's milk
— O T H E R D E T A I L S
smokes: briefly and socially some 25 years ago. they have some fleeting happy memories associated with the smell of garlean cigarettes.
drinks: very occasionally and only socially with familiar company
drugs: mild relaxants to help them sleep when the terrors get really bad + occasional pain meds to ease chronic pains
mount issuance: "this note just says you can do what you want."
been arrested: yes, several times by the brass blades in ul'dah after the calamity. mostly for petty crimes, but also inciting violence + bar fights + violence against members of the brass blades. (to which that was mostly violence in defense of the poor and the refugees the brass blades took for easy targets. they didn’t kill anyone though)
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@redwayfarers and @galpalaven tagged me in this meme ages ago and i finally got around to doing it! im gonna tag: @fourteenthz, @gatheredfates, @hinganskies, @aethergazing and whomever else!
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[ID from alt text: A small oil pastel drawing of a sunset reflecting over open blue waters. End ID.]
Yesterday I ran a mindful art session focusing on gentleness, and comfort, and finding hope in a difficult season. The past few months have been tough - both for personal reasons, and as we watch multiple genocides unfold across the world. It's really easy to feel hopeless, and powerless, caught in the dissonance of a cozy life while you know others are suffering.
But hope in the midst of it is so important. Hope is what fuels us. It pushes us to keep calling for a ceasefire, and peace, and freedom.
My voice is not an important one among all of this. So many people have better things to say. But encouragements are a lot of what I do, art-wise, and I've been trying to find a way to put this into words for months - so it felt time to try.
This is what peace and hope looks like to me - watching a sunset reflect over open waters. May we all get to see another sunset, and sunrise, like this.
Keep calling, keep emailing, keep demanding a ceasefire. Keep calling for freedom for Palestinians. And keep hoping.
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Saturn’s Free CSP Brush Recommendations, Across the Web Edition
I may sell (sorry, obliged to shill) brushes now, but I still love me some free brushes & love to share them with people. These are a bunch of cool brushes made by other people that you can use to build up a nice library of tools without having to spend any cash on, perfect if you’re new to CSP or are on a budget. If you do download these, be sure to like them & give some love to the artist if you enjoy them. :D
All of these are on different sites, like Gumroad, Deviantart, Artstation, etc.. They’ll be organized by source on this post since most brushes posted are general packs with multiple different types of brushes (very nice).
Feel free to reblog this with your own suggestions, there’s many brushes out there I missed. :D Check defsiarte’s suggestions too, and if you want to see my recommendations for stuff on the Clip Studio Asset Store or other places, check this tag.
Gumroad
Tamberella’s Brushes - Fur, Foliage, Bookshelves, & northern lights, all nicely formated and easy to use for CSP. Good variety.
Ronchan’s Brushes - he makes a lot of neat little brushes, great for illustrations, sketching, & art in general. High recommend!
Scott’s Clip Studio Brushes - I mostly use the grease pencil from the big pack, but all of them are pretty good if you’re looking for a more traditional inking experience.
Cae’s Brushes - they’ve released a variety of cute painterly brushes that are fun to use. You can either download the ones you want or all of them at once. :)
@pharanbrush‘s BorupenP - a really nice set for doodling. If you enjoy the free set, check out their pencils & other sets if you have the spare cash. :D
Cheapcookiez Brushes Sets - I really like the blender in this set. Comes with Sai brushes as well.
Trisketched Ink Brushes - 3 fun rough inkers for inky pieces.
CSP Painting Set - I like the gentle use of texture on the painting & sketching tools. A real nice rounded out basic set.
Jason Piperberg’s Free Samples - It’s a nice sample pack of his bigger pack. He likes using a lot of halftones in his art and it gives a fun bold look to his illustrations. If you like drawing comics, I do suggest checking out his paid sets too.
Vierdz’s Brushes - I like the Halftone, clouds, & fish brushes the best, but all their brushes are nice.
Sebijy’s Clip Studio Paint Brush pack 2019 - It’s been a bit since I downloaded this pack but I remember I really enjoyed using the airbrushes. Has some good painters & textures. Also has a nice paid set if you enjoy the sample.
DAUB Pencils - A decent set of pencils.
Scrapefiend’s Free Brushes - There’s some real cool inkers Scrape released for free, I used them a bunch even before I purchased his bigger pack (also recommend). Great ink looks that are fun to use & whip around!
“...Of the Wild” - A brushset based of the Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Legend of Zelda games. Great for copying the style or just painting in general (then again I might be biased because they used my public domain textures, bless).
Art Station
PaPauloV’s Brushes - he was nice enough to optimize his brushes for both Photoshop & Clip Studio, as CSP sometimes has a weird time importing PS settings. Another nice basic set!
LPZ Hell’s Stylistic Brushes - Fun for messy looks! IIRC you can also find it in the Asset store.
Maria Pechenkina/ Mothka's Brushes: Artstation | DA - I love the pastels in this set. Lovely little dry set.
Mar’s Halftones ( & other brushes!) - Halftones with fun textures, now avaliable away from the CSP Asset store too!
Expressure Free Sample Sets: ArtStation | Gumroad | Ko-Fi - ZH has put a ton of effort into his sets, both the first & second. Worth a try & even the free brushes are full of effort!
Deviantart
Awanndus Brushes: Oil Metal Painting, Indian Ink, Fantasy Background, & Pencils - all neat brushes that are worth a look if you need any of these.
Roastedstix's Painting Sets - Really enjoy the green Goauche Brush Set. Great addition to the already lovely CSP default Gouache.
Yettyen’s Sets - All her free Enviormental & decoration sets are great. I also like her painters & scale Sets. She has a Gumroad she releases brush sets for a dollar for, they’re also worth checking out along with her Ko-Fi!
Clip Studio Copic Brushes: Deviantart | Google Drive - These are some of my favorite marker painters out there. Nice and easy to use with wonderful results, good blending.
Freckle Brushes - A nice varied set for freckle lovers.
The Inky Way’s Sets - TIW has been making brushes for clip for years & they’re all nice, honed sets that are fun to use. Very high recommendation!
SerketXXI’s big set & their Danganronpa/Hetalia Brushes - A nice basic set with some nice decorators, as well as two good sets for making Danganronpa & Hetalia styled illustrations (obviously). The brushes are also good for general useage.
FnF Brushes - For those who need a Friday Night Funkin’ Style Brush!
Hearts Emoji Brush - something I forgot to get a preview for, just a fun brush taking basic emojis and scattering them around. Always need a few fun brushes here and there. :)
General Around the Web (twitter, tumblr, ko-fi, etc)
Pufuu’s Splatoon Brushes (Imported to CSP) - Splatoon artstyle lovers rejoice!
Rai’s CSP brushes - Currently releasing a bunch of pattern brushes, but she has a lot planned in the future brushes. Try ‘em out!
@nubtail ‘s CSP brushes - The fur blender brush is fantastic! And the crusty brushes are a nice crunchy organic look. :)
@kriztelpixel’s Brushes - She explains the instructions in English in the linked tumblr post, some lovely oil brushes.
Bunabi’s Brushes - She’s got some really great decorating brushes, I’m very fond of the fun arcade rug decorators! And of course, since it’s patreon, you can always donate to support her or unlock more from her if you enjoy her stuff.
A few others I forgot the preview for:
Palette Knife - swoosh around some fake palette knives with this set!
Timcanpy-shaped brush - A cute D. Gray Man themed brush c:
Xerox Pencil - a pencil with a bold texture that’s fun for recreating old lineart.
Again, feel free to respond with some of your recommendations & favs as well, free or paid for. :)
#clip studio#clip studio paint#clip studio paint brushes#clip studio paint brush#csp#recommended brushes for csp
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As mentioned here, I had pitched this landiver animatic as my final project for my Drawing class, and it was approved! >:3 So here's the finished product, the animatic (and also some extra notes below the cut 🫡)
<333 enjoy!! 💗💕✨❤️
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Notes!!!!!!
-song is "All This Making Love" by Bee Gees, and was what I initially inspired the concept (a love that has tension, a love that "spills over", like the wine there) and like literally everything about it Immediately made me think of landiver soooooo........I caved and sketched out some layouts....and to my surprise they were approved!! So that helped me conquer the sheer level of work (example: I literally did not sleep for the last three days before it was due, working on the final chunk of technical stuff......tonight will be my first proper rest in months actually lmaooooo), bc it was powered mainly by personal interest and investment 🥰 I really wanted to make this happen and I'm overjoyed I stuck through it and did, handed everything in on time, got very nice compliments from both my professor and my classmates :3333
-guys look I needed an easy to understand setting for my initial viewers (prof and class) so that's why it's this house and not the HQ (imagine a setting in which the four pretenders are rooming in this house and the sequences take place when the others are out yk yk 🫣✨ but yea if you were wondering
-heres the actual physical comic pages! Won't do it here but they're supposed to be set up vertically, one on top of the other sort of deal 💫 I used: pencil, colored pencils, inking pens, alcohol-based markers, oil pastels (my first time too!), and a touch-up here and there w a white gel pen; and yes I manually sharpie'd in the borders/bg 👊
*text was left out after much consideration bc I didn't wanna ruin the color layering (specifically the pastel) so it was added later in procreate (after individually photographing and editing every frame individually...🫡)
-uhhhhhhhh yea! That's all I can think of......hope you enjoy :]
-man do I fucking love art school /gen 🫶🫶🫶🫶🥰✨💖❤️💕✨💗
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#landiver#animatic#masterforce moment òwó 🥺💖✨#art#lander#diver#ship art#rare pair#traditional art#traditional artist#tf stuff#<3#kunidraws#art school#super god masterforce
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14. Any favorite motifs
19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)
14. Any favorite motifs
OOOO!!!
Ropes & chains, flowers, candles, crosses, skulls, skeletons, coffins (this mainly applies to my outfits lmao), dice. I realize these don't show up much in my fanart but just trust me bro
19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)
Guilty pleasure? Fruit. It's so easy to make pretty in every medium (ESPECIALLY in oil pastel). The colors and shapes are incredibly forgiving. I got to do some apples in my recent comic ^^
#i dress part time masc lesbian suburban dad and part time goth girl. yes i know its exhausting being this cool all the time#not art#ask
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I hope I’m doing this correctly if not I’m sorry I have never done this before)
Ok so Rafayel what is your favorite art medium to use and what do you do when you wants to draw/pant something but when ever you do the drawing/painting it never feels right
Because that’s what is happening to me right now and it stinks
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As a painter, his answer would have already been obvious without needing to ask. But carrying a canvas anywhere can be quite the hassle, and Rafayel sees his art as a form of self expressionism. Just give him a pen and paper and he'll be happily sketching. “I like a lot of art forms. Anything can be art as long as you put in the passion to make it. Like for example, watercolors are fun to work with, and drawing with oil pastels end with you and a messy masterpiece. Though, I do prefer painting. No medium is like the touch and flow of paint on a surface. It allows me to express myself while also creating a physical object that can be treasured. The canvas takes on a life of its own, making it almost like a living entity. Plus, it's easy to mix the colors and create new ones, which adds diversity.” Not only that, but his beautiful mess of a studio adds onto the reflection of his being. From the sky blue paint that's been intentionally scattered on the ground, the vases of roses complimenting the artistic feel of his home, anything and everything is his canvas. The splashes are no mere accidents, but are a connotation of his freedom.
Rafayel puts a hand on his chin to your second question. He knows how to answer, but somehow can't find the right words for it. After all, even the strangest things can spark up his motivation to create. “Whenever I feel that my art isn't flowing properly, it's probably because I'm forcing myself too much, or that I'm lacking inspiration to finish it. I like to take my time to completely rekindle that feeling again. Art is never meant to be rushed.”
Rafayel takes your hand and leads you towards the cabinet sitting in the corner of his room, filled with art supplies and patterned paper. It has a childish sensation to it , but perhaps it's something you currently need. “For now, let's go doodle with some crayons! The best way to get your inspiration back is to feel like a child again. I won't divide our spaces anymore, so we can freedraw the entire paper.”
Moments later, you see Rafayel doodling ducks on the corner of your shared drawing.
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