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saturnznct · 1 year

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your daughter gets her period | hrj

➸ request from anon; heyy I know you arent talking requests, but if you ever get the time... could you do a fic where jinghua gets her period for the first time? Like her mom had already told her about what periods were, but only renjun is around when she gets them. Please take care and i love your works <3

➸ note; thank u anon for requesting! i hope you like this <3

baobei - treasure

➸ word count; 1316 words

➸ jinghua; aged 12

➸ warning(s); periods, blood

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‘You understand, baby?’

‘I think so,’ Jinghua, aged nine, mumbles, staring intently at the leaflet that she’d brought home from school.

‘It’s okay if you’re nervous or if you have any questions,’ you see her look of discomfit and uneasiness.

‘Wha… what should I do when it happens?’ she looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed.

‘If you’re at school, let your teacher know, but if you’re at home, come find me and I’ll make sure you’re all cleaned up and sorted, okay? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.’

‘Okay, mum/mom. Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome, sweetheart. Let’s forget about it for now, okay?’

Three years later, Jinghua’s still waiting for it to come. A few of her friends have had theirs already, all excited and smug when revealing they had finally become a woman.

You were away for the weekend with friends when it happened to Jinghua. It was your first weekend away in so long, with Renjun watching over your teenage children.

‘Dad,’ Jinghua appears at the door to Renjun’s office, where he’s drawing away on his iPad.

He looks up, locking his iPad, ‘hi Hua, are you alright?’

It had taken Jinghua a lot of will to approach her father. Once she’d noticed the blood, and managed to process her situation, she’d spent several minutes pacing in the bathroom, trying to muster the courage to go to Renjun.

‘Um,’ she can’t bring herself to make eye contact, ‘I don’t know what to do.’

‘Okay,’ Renjun moves from the chair to the couch, patting the space beside him.

‘Oh, I probably shouldn’t sit..’

‘What’s the matter, sweetheart?’

‘I-I would talk to mum/mom, but she’s not here,’ Jinghua starts, fidgeting with her fingers obsessively, ‘so I’m sorry..’

‘Don’t worry, you can talk to me about anything sweetie,’ Renjun reaches a hand out to still her hands.

‘Um, I think… I think I got my period.’

Renjun freezes for a few moments, and he tries his best to pretend like his entire life didn’t just flash before his eyes.

‘Okay..’ Renjun doesn’t even know what to ask, ‘do you know what to do?’

‘I don’t know what to do about the blood,’ she murmurs, ‘and.. I feel a little sick.’

‘You’re okay, I’m going to help you,’ Renjun stands up, mind running at a million miles an hour while he thinks of all the things he’s done to help you over the years.

Jinghua sits awkwardly on the edge of the bathtub while Renjun rifles through the bathroom cabinets, finally locating the baby wipes.

‘Can you clean yourself off with these?’

‘Yeah, I think so,’ Jinghua takes the packet, ‘but I need some pads.’

‘I know, Hua, I’ll go and have a look in your mum/mom’s drawers, okay?’

Renjun walks into your bedroom swiftly, wrenching open your underwear drawer and pulling out a tampon box.

‘Hua, your mum/mom only has these?’

Jinghua’s eyes widen dramatically at the sight of tampax box.

‘I don’t.. I don’t know how to use those.. and I don’t- I don’t think I want to,’ she stammers, tears springing to her eyes.

‘O-okay sweetheart,’ his mind races, ‘um, will you be ok if you hang on a few minutes while I run to the shop? I’ll buy you some pads and some chocolate and then I’ll make you up a hot water bottle.’

‘Please…’

‘Have a bath Hua, and when you get out I’ll be back, and we can sort you out, is that alright?’

Renjun’s heart aches at how shaken his little girl looks. She rubs her arm nervously, nodding her head, ‘okay, I will. Please don’t be long.’

‘I won’t, baobei,’ he holds her head while he kisses her forehead, an act that usually makes the girl cringe, but one that she welcomed today, ‘I’ll be as quick as I can.’

Renjun hurries over to the car, finding you in his contact list as quick as humanly possible and clicking the call button.

‘Hello Jun?’ You answer, ‘is everything okay?’

‘Not really,’ Renjun throws himself into the car, starting up the engine.

‘What’s the matter?’ you begin to worry, ‘do you need me to come home?’

‘I don’t think so, but, I don’t know what to do, Jinghua, she’s… she’s not my little girl anymore..’

‘Jun, what are you talking about? Are you sure everything’s okay?’

‘Oh, I should probably should have waited for her to tell you herself, but I just need advice, Jinghua just started her period.’

Your eyes widen, ‘really? Of course this happens while I’m away… is she alright?’

‘She’s a bit mortified that she’s had to tell me I think, I left her running a bath and I’m on my way to the store but I don’t have a clue what I should buy for her,’ Renjun pleads with you, ‘please help me.’

You laugh, amused at how out of his depth your husband sounds, ‘okay, just stay on the phone and I’ll tell you what pads to buy, and what else you’ll need.’

‘I’m just pulling into the store,’ Renjun parks up, speed walking inside.

‘Okay, so the pads, there should be two different kinds, one for normal and ones for nighttime.’

‘Yeah, I see those, but they all have different numbers on, how the hell do I know which ones-‘

‘Jun, it’s okay, those are just the sizes. Get her a two in the normal ones and three for the nighttime, get her a couple of each, those should last her the next two months or so.’

‘Okay, so the purple packet with the two on, and the dark blue packet with the three on,’ Renjun confirms aloud, throwing them into his basket, ‘ok, I’ve got them, what can I get her to make her feel better?’

‘Have a look around and see if you can find painkillers for period pain, they’l probably be in a pink box, with ibuprofen written somewhere on it.’

‘I think I got it,’ Renjun adds them to the basket.

‘Alright, now get her a couple of face-masks and quite a bit of chocolate,’ you add, ‘those will make her feel better.’

‘I think I have everything,’ Renjun heads to the self-checkout, ‘do I need to help her with the pads?’

’She should know how to use them, I showed her a while ago. Just make sure she has a heating pad for her stomach. Let her lay down for a while. Just please don’t make a huge fuss. Don’t tell the boys.’

‘Of course not,’ Renjun scans his card, ‘right, I’m heading back now, she asked me to be as quick as possible.’

‘Okay Junnie, look after her for me. I’ll pretend like I didn’t know.’

‘I promise I will,’ Renjun smiles softly, ‘thank you for this. I love you, I’ll see you in a couple of days.’

‘I love you too Renjun, I’ll talk to you later on.’

‘Bye, sweetheart,’ Renjun hangs up, hurrying back home to his other girl, thankful that the store is close to your home.

Jinghua is still soaking in the bath when Renjun returns. Renjun knocks softly on the bathroom door, letting her know of his arrival, before placing the contents of the shopping bag on her bed.

Jinghua comes down the stairs around a quarter of an hour later, hair damp and in a fresh set of pyjamas, clutching the bag of chocolates in her hand.

‘All sorted?’

‘Yeah,’ she nods quietly, still holding herself as though she’s embarrassed, ‘thank you, daddy.’

‘Please tell me if you need anything else,’ Renjun grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly, ‘or if your hot water bottle goes cold.’

Jinghua smiles lightly, ‘I will.’

‘Love you, baobei,’ he kisses the side of her head, ‘I’m so glad you felt like you could come to me.’

‘Of course, dad,’ Jinghua pops a chocolate button in her mouth, before offering one to her father, ‘you’re the best.’

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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 4 months

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gojo braiding sugurus hair 🥹🥹🥹🥹

this is the first time I’ve written fluff in a while so thank you for the practice 🤭

au where Geto didn’t turn bad and they are co-parenting

It was a sunny spring afternoon with a little chill in the air when Satoru had pick up duty of the kids from school. Although they were different ages, Tsumiki, Megumi, Nanako and Mimiko all went to the same school a few blocks from their luxurious Tokyo apartment. Tsumiki and Mimiko walk a little ahead of the rest, talking about their art projects they they both are carrying. Megumi, silent as ever tends to look at the trees and sky and bugs when walking, observant to everything but the people around him. Nanako is talking about drama of a girl in her class uninviting another girl to a birthday sleepover as Gojo dramatically responds with “NO WAY,” and “girllll”.

After Nanako pauses to catch her breath, dramatically breathing hard she stops walking which in turn causes Gojo to stop and Megumi who was holding his other hand.

“Dadtoru,” she asks, the nickname that the four kids worked together to give him given they had two dads, “Can you braid my hair tonight? Papaguru always does it…” She twirls her blonde hair around her finger giving Satoru the most puppy like eyes she could. Megumi can be heard in the background with a “tsk” and releases Gojos hand to catch up with the other two girls.

“Yes hunny, I’d love to braid your hair,” Satoru smiles and pats her head, grabbing her hand again to catch up with the other kids as they approach their building. The doorman smiles and greets all of them, but Satoru is too distracted by the fact that he now has to learn how to braid hair. He thought he’d always be able to get by because Suguru knew how to. He grabs a lollipop from the front desk and watches as the kids argue over who gets to press the elevator button today. “Megumi it’s your turn,” Satoru says quietly. He’s not really sure but he’s secretly his favorite so he pretty much gives him what he wants. They make their way upstairs, Mimiko singing some song they learned in music as Satoru takes a selfie in the reflective mirror surface of the elevator to send to his better half.

‘Suguru, look how good I’m doing at pick up duty!’ *1 attached image*

A few seconds later a ding goes off his phone ‘Nanako’s fly is down, Megumi’s shoe is untied, Tsumiki has her backpack hanging open, and Mimiko is just making a weird face’ He can tell Suguru is just kidding but he still is offended.

‘She was singing’ Satoru responds, ignoring the rest as the elevator dings open to their apartment.

“You know the drill, shoes off, wash your hands, homework at the table.” Gojo is in total dad mode on his day off, a rare day where he didn’t have a mission or meetings or teaching. Tsumiki being the oldest of the four helps them all wash their hands, and the four sit at the kitchen table, 6 seats, the two heads of the tables open for Satoru and Suguru. Gojo stands in the kitchen, chopping apples and celery, arranging a snack plate for the kids.

“Dadtoruuuu,” Mimiko whines, “you didn’t take us to your favorite mochi place like you usually do on your days off!”

Satoru chuckles and brings the snacks over to the kids, saying “papa would not forgive me if I ruined your appetite for supper again.”

The kids eat their snacks and go over their homework, Gojo helping when needed but mostly reading up for the mission coming up where he has to leave the country.

The kids finish their work one by one, the twins opting to play dolls with each other while Megumi plays on his iPad on the couch and Tsumiki draws in her room. Satoru gets started on dinner, taking over some responsibilities while he is actually here. He looks over at a photo on the fridge, a picture of him and Suguru with Rico Amanai, the star plasma vessel they saved and who is now one of the kids babysitters while she’s in college. That was their first big mission where it felt like they made a difference in jujutsu society. Next is a photo of Kento Nanami with all 4 children when they were much younger, hanging off his large muscular frame like little monkeys. He also helps out at times when Suguru has to work late and Satoru is not present. And last but not least, is a photo on Satoru and Suguru’s wedding day, Shoko Ieiri as their flower girl / officiant / ring bearer. She gets to watch the girls sometimes when they need a female in their lives (but not often, Suguru doesn’t think she’s a good influence).

As the pot on the stove simmers and Satoru comes back from zoning out about their past and hears keys jingling outside the front door.

Suguru Geto has become Jujustsu tech’s newest principal, and also has gotten into the high ranks of sorcerer society. He is wise, level headed, and ethical, in which everyone has respect for him. The story of how the two men saved these 4 kids earned them quite a lot of credibility, as everyone had previously seen them as immature teenagers being the two strongest sorcerers in the world. Principal Yaga decided his time was best spent elsewhere in the jujutsu world but still occasionally visits.

As Suguru comes through the door Nanako and Mimiko come flying down the hallway to greet him. He sets his briefcase down on the table, pushing his bangs behind his ear before picking both of them up for a big hug. Giving them both a kiss on their cheeks he asks, “How was school today my loves?”

“Good!” They say in unison giggling.

“How ‘bout you ‘Gumi?” Suguru glances over at the boy on the couch and the boy simply holds up a thumbs up. He walks into the kitchen, seeing Satoru cooking, and walks up behind him, wrapping him in a warm embrace and kissing the side of his head the best he could since he is a little shorter than the white haired man. Satoru turns around and gives Suguru a long kiss, to which the black haired man responds “hmm you missed me that much,” with their lips still partially attached.

“Yes I did. It’s so hard being a stay at home dad.”

“Toru, you do this like once every three weeks, give it a rest please,” he fake rolls his eyes and takes off his suit jacket, heading to their shared bedroom to change into comfy clothes. Satoru follows him, leaving his food unattended for a minute.

“So Nanako gave me some homework today,” he says watching Suguru raise his eyebrow at him in the mirror while he undoes his tie. “She wants me to braid her hair.” The concerned look on Satoru’s face makes Suguru chuckle while unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“I can teach you on Tsumiki. And then you can try on my head.”

Satoru smiles, “look at you, teaching me something for once.”

—

After dinner it is bath time, bed time stories, and off to bed for the youngest 3. Tsumiki reads on her own, in which Satoru interrupts her “Hey can we borrow you for a minute?” The quiet girl quickly obliged following him into the living room, where Suguru has a mirror, hair brush, and some elastic hair ties laid out.

“Can I braid your hair?” Suguru smiles at her and she takes a seat on the floor sitting in front of him on the couch. Tsumiki continues her reading while Suguru goes through all the instructions.

“So first you have to brush everything through and make sure they’re no knots, just like you do with mine. And then you grab a decent sized piece from the top and separate it into 3 parts. Then you start alternately weaving them one through the other, adding a little chunk of hair from the sides each time.”

Satoru watches intently as Suguru’s large muscular hands work gently through the girl’s black hair. Her hair is a little longer than the rest of theirs so it takes a little while, but Suguru has been doing this for a few years at this point. He’s pretty confident he can do it, it may not be pretty but a braid is a braid right?

As Tsumiki’s braid is finished she stands up and gives both of her dads a kiss on the cheek before heading to her room. Satoru calls after her “lights out by 9 okay ‘miki?”

“Mhm” she responds back.

Now Suguru is sitting on the floor, flipping through the tv station patiently awaiting Satoru to play with his hair.

They both are reminded of a time in their high school when Suguru’s hair was shorter. He wore it in a bun with just his bangs sticking out, and after long missions he would ask Gojo to come lay with him in his dorm bed. Satoru always cuddled up to him like a koala, releasing his hair from the bun and running his fingers through it.

Satoru grabs the brush off the coffee table, gently brushing through his lovers soft long black locks. He follows the steps he was instructed and Suguru watches him in the little handheld mirror.

“You can pull it a little harder.” Suguru says.

“That’s what she said,” Satoru quips back and winks at his husband in the mirror.

It takes significantly longer than it should but by the end, Suguru’s beautiful locks are braided into a neat, precise French braid. The two proceed to cuddle on the couch and finish watching the nightly news.

“You’re such a good dad,” Suguru mumbles as he holds Satoru close.

“You are too,” Satoru smiles back at him, kissing his forehead.

In the morning Gojo has to leave a little earlier than usual for his teaching at Jujutsu high. He goes into the twins bedroom to wake up Nanako so he can do her hair. She sleepily follows him to the bathroom before realizing what he is doing. She has the cutest little smile on her face watching him concentrate to get her hair perfect. Right as he finishes Mimiko stumbles into the bathroom sleepily. “You want a braid too?” He asks and she nods as she wipes her eyes and yawns. 10 minutes later both twins have their hair braided and are eating their breakfast when Tsumiki comes out with her also braided hair, a little messy from it being slept on. Suguru is in the kitchen making lunches with his braid left in, likely because he forgot about it.

“I’ll see you at work babes,” Gojo pecks Geto on the cheek before rushing out the door, it being Suguru’s turn to walk the kids to school.

Satoru zones out in the elevator, thinking about his sweet family, 4 of them walking to school with matching braids in, and little Megumi with his spikey hair.

bonus: a rough sketch of it but Gojo looks like he’s on crack

#satosugu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gego #geto suguru #gojo satoru #suguru Geto #Satoru gojo #mimiko and nanako #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro tsumiki #one big gay happy family #jjk fan art #jjk fanart #sugurus discord mod asks :)

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the-letter-oob · 2 months

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Clutch powers fanart in 2024? its more likely than you think….

Didnt have s reference but this was a redraw of that one scene in the movie where they were on like a wagon or sumthin and it was like going off a cliff. THE PART WHERE HE JUMPS OFF AND HIS LEGS ARE RIPPED OFF HIM YK. idk how to explain it but if u watched the movie- you’d get it trust….

drew this on my phone w/ my finger while at school cuz i was bored (-_-;)

+Extra drawing of Peg i drew on my ipad figuring out her design :3

#lego #lego fanart #clutch powers #lego clutch powers #Bernie Von Beam #Peg Mooring #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago fanart #technically ninjago #Clutch Powers is in Ninjago

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gokartkid · 1 year

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brocedes lewis engineer au

Nico’s hand clapping down on his shoulder — heavy and warm, with all the confidence of a man in his position — makes Lewis’ smile tight around the edges. He doesn’t know why; it’s a position they’ve been in so many times before, a photograph in his mum’s album.

Even without looking he can feel Nico’s presence next to him, the warm glow at the edge of his awareness.

“Yeah this guy,” he’s saying, when Lewis tunes back in, “he was seriously so fast when we were kids, really guys. I struggled a lot against him you know. He might be standing where I am right now if he’d kept going, really.”

“Nah man, stop,’ Lewis says half-heartedly, laughs a bit as the other engineers, his coworkers, Richard and Michael and the rest of them chuckle, “I was just, uh, fine.”

He shoves his hands into his pockets, leans back onto his heels, nonchalant.

“No way were you just fine,” Nico shakes him a bit by the shoulder, air quotes with the other hand and Lewis tries not to feel like his teeth are about to rattle out of his head; thinks, normal normal normal. Keep smiling normal, “you beat me loads of times. There’ll be local paper articles about it at least.”

There are. Lewis knows because his dad still has them, carefully cut out and glued down in scrapbooks, some framed. Photos of him, small and serious with big eyes always observing, holding up a trophy.

He remembers Nico too back then. Sweaty blonde hair straight out of his helmet, snub nosed, running straight into the arms of his dad who lifted him up and swung him around. He remembers Nico shaking his hand firmly on the podium, grinning with white teeth and flushed cheeks.

When he’d met him again, a couple weeks into this job at Mercedes, his handshake had felt just the same. White teeth, blonde hair a bit more styled and swooping backwards, a man grown into his confidence.

He’d looked at Lewis for a long moment after shaking his hand before saying “do I know you?” in that tone you greet old friends from high school with. He’d placed it a second later, snapping his fingers and saying “oh my god! Lewis!” and pulling him into a hug.

It had been kind of gratifying, and a bit of an ego boost, that he hadn’t just been forgotten by Nico as part of the mass of unsuccessful boys-from-karting.

Nico made almost a point of it now, going out of his way to talk to Lewis. He would come around and put a hand on his shoulder, his forearm, drawing him into conversations when they had a break at the same time.

Lewis would see him moving about from place to place being followed around by an assistant, his trainer, sometimes scrolling through something on an iPad. He’d catch himself staring sometimes before shaking his head and going back to the computer, scrolling through infinite amounts of data and spreadsheets and logistics plans.

“Why didn’t you keep going?” Michael asks him later, when they’ve decided to get back to their actual jobs. Lewis doesn’t have to clarify what he means.

Lewis shrugs. He looks down at the parts in his hand— some gears, screws, a nut coming loose.

“Usual stuff. The money. My dad couldn’t afford it any more.”

Michael clicks his tongue sympathetically.

“Thats tough, hey. Still, you’ve done pretty well staying in it, right?”

Lewis knows its a joke. Still, it’s hard to keep his hands gentle around the screwdriver as he carefully places the pieces together, slotting them in perfectly with no gaps.

“Yeah. Still in it.”

#yeah....#navigating complicated workplace relationships and feeling out of place in ur skin or whateverrrr #brocedes #lh44 #nico rosberg #my fic #is this something hahaha

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ghostbeam · 1 month

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Charcoal artist dabi is on the brain today and I am just thinking incessantly about how obsessively he has a whole sketchpad filled with different sketches of you in it. None of them half completed but he wants to abandon them because he can’t capture the lighting right and how radiant you were in the moment.

How there’s a glaring amount of negative space in the portrait he started with you but he honest to god can’t remember a single detail about what was happening around you the second you fucking laughed.

Thinking about how he just has a whole page of that the movements and positions of your hands because he’s a sick dog thinking about black of the medium he depicts them in could be his hairdye staining your fingers at 3 am because his roots were showing and neither of you had anything better to do

VIXIEEEEE MY ART SCHOOL AU PARTNER IN CRIME I’ve been thinking about him soooooo much like the idea of him being so so obsessive to the point that it’s interfering w his studies is kind of making me insane at the moment but omg…..depicting ur fingers covered in his hair dye ur a fucking geniusssss for that oh my god

Like the idea of him capturing all these small memories with u like having it has a snapshot in his brain is not enough for him he has to immortalize it in charcoal and yeah he never quite feels like he’s captured u how he wants but it has to be enough. God I love him so much……he’s so weird about u like genuinely such a creeper cause he can’t keep his eyes off u in case he realizes he wants to draw u in the moment or later before bed

And there’s something about the act of creating like the sketch and the shading and the detail and the highlights it’s so much more to him than just taking a photo of you with his phone (which btw he totally has a flip phone in this universe bc he’s pretentious but also is a hypocrite bc he totally has an iPad for art stuff—his pinterest is crazy) and idk there’s something so special of like making something out of nothing the act of doing it and practicing over and over and over again and I think it’s what draws him to art (and charcoal as a medium which is a little less forgiving than other mediums) in the first place.

#sorry for ranting I feel so crazy about him #I need to dive into other characters for this au but he’s just #he’s always there…….#ask #mutuals!

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onlineviolence · 1 year

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drawing with my finger on a school iPad

#gabriel ultrakill #minos prime

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yunfunny · 5 months

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12 • 23 • 23

this piece has no exact day its supposed to be on but heres the date anyway,,,

hey so i like drew them🩷🩷🩷 I JUST HAD TO POST THIS I WAS SO PROUD OF IT😔😔😔

anyways this is yasui and rika,,, (L→R) they are the ocs i draw the most because they just remind me of me and my wife (I don’t ACTUALLY HAVE A WIfe WE ARE NOT LEGALLY MARRIED OR EVEN TOGETHER) so ywah😔😔🩷🩷😘

you guys have no idea how hard it is to color things in on notability on my school ipad with my finger….

♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

#dusktheatre #rikaaster #yasuimiyuki

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emo-nordegraf · 4 months

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sorry i posted art (that people actually liked??) like three times and then just forgot i even drew umm

so i mainly draw on my phone with a finger but honestly thats not really working for me.. and i don't have a tablet or anything

so im thinking of getting an ipad and apple pencil, relearning to draw on an actual tablet and all that

this will probably take ages because im a high school student and unemployed lol orrrri could just beg my brother for his old ipad and hope he says yea ummmmmm 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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mezmer · 1 year

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yes i drew my blog banner / cover photo it's the only thing i've drawn since high school that i like so i put it up on my blog ummm. also was a digital drawing i made on my ipad wih my finger while on a train ride to texas

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dragonbonez · 1 year

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Finger doodling in my phone because I’m at the school library and my iPad needs to charge before I can continue to do anything, but actually WHY THE HECK does this look better than when I actually sit down to draw in my desk???

#atla #toph beifong #cant tag it with my art tag yet #wip #i am baffled

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sioma709iie · 9 months

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안녕하세요 Hello everyone. (ㅇㄷㅇ)

ㄴ ㄴ

U can call me sioma ! It means nothing in particular, I just thought it sounded nice

I am Korean :^] English is OK !

I am High school

I am a male.

I draw on Ibis paint! With finger and ipad.

That is all for now. Thank you for visiting

This is my persona btw! They’re name is the same as my username ! sioma :^]

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wolfcamellias · 2 years

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LMAO the only time i'll draw with my fingers is on my ipad (and during school since i dont have a pen) I can absolutely say its torture due to the fact the line isnt getting connected

the struuuuggle...yeah yeah you get it

#<- has never had that happen to them #nckjsdnckjdscs

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jup1tersparx · 10 months

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you underestimate my curiosity about my friends' successes- what was the negotiation about? 👀

ah excellent an excuse to talk more

OK. SO. context: i don’t post it much, but i spend almost every free second of my life drawing on my ipad like it’s necessary to my survival at this point. and; guess what happened a couple days ago!!! my apple pencil that i need to draw on my ipad with fucking broke and won’t connect any more!!!! right before the summer holidays in which i would be drawing all the time!!!!! and saving up for a new one would take wayyy longer than the length of the summer holidays. As you can imagine, this is, as the kids say, Bad.

my only option was to try and negotiate a deal with my parents to get me a new one. but this gave them a lot of leverage over me, so i had to be careful so as to not be forced to study 3847294874 hours a day in my holidays or something.

on top of this, i discovered a new drawing app which i found wayyy easier to use than my slightly broken version of procreate. HOWEVER. my parents have a thing on mine and my brother’s Devices which causes all but a few apps to lock at 10pm. Procreate was one of the apps that would not lock, but the new one would. i tried casually bringing this up to them, but they, concerningly, responded saying they werent sure about me looking at Screens at all past my bedtime. another obstacle in the way of me returning to my precious, antisocial normalcy.

while having breakfast, i pressed them to give me a set time to discuss these matters and they landed on 6:30pm. During school i spent my every idle moment planning exactly what i needed to say and how i needed to act to get everything i wanted without anything setting off my parents and causing them convince themselves that i am a hysterical teenager thats addicted to my Screens or whatever (personal experience :,) ). finally, after many hours of fretting and rereading my notes, the time came and, after countless minutes of hyperanalysing everything i was doing to make sure i’d seem reasonable and agreeable enough (and having to sit through them talking at me about school and studying and shit for like 15 minutes) I FUCKING DID IT 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

anyway thats a dramatised version of the events of the last 3 days so sorry for writing 4 paragraphs to an ask that could have been answered in one sentence hdjsjjdhfdjjdh (lie)

^ celebratory drawing done on the new program with my finger on account of. yk

#jupiter ask box #ignore the fact that the tense jumps around a lot during this its half over half ongoing

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