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Azula Week 2023 Day 1 - Loneliness or Crossover
#azulaweek2023#azula#atla#avatar the last airbender#my drawings#i have a major artblock going on but i have to make something for this week#i'm very fond of the azula lost in a forest trope
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all fics are fluff unless stated otherwise. this will be constantly updated as i post a fic.
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updated: april 14th, 2024
choi seungcheol / s.coups
series:
↪ fake dating roommates
one two three four
— summary: in which choi seungcheol becomes your roommate and fake boyfriend in one fell swoop. and you still don’t know how it happened.
one shots:
↪ pregnancy cravings
— summary: where being pregnant comes with its struggles, and one of them just so happens to be the random pregnancy cravings. so, in the middle of the night, you try to sneak out and go to the convenience store nearby and buy something to satisfy your craving. however, your husband wakes up and insists to accompany you—even if he’s barely awake.
↪ finally
— summary: in a last-ditch effort to study before your big final exam, you barricade yourself in your apartment in order to study as much as you can. on the day of your last exam, your boyfriend, seungcheol, finally sees you and comes with gifts.
↪ boyfriend duties
— summary: after a night out with your friends, your boyfriend, seungcheol tries to take care of a drunk you. as he is helping you get ready for bed, you start mumbling about an interesting topic
↪ untitled (ANGST)
— summary: the only thing I can tell you without giving out any spoilers: I am truly sorry for what I've done
↪ ruined birthday surprise
— summary: in which you try your hardest to surprise cheol.
yoon jeonghan
none for now
hong jisoo / joshua
↪ clockwork (ANGST)
— summary: where it wasn’t supposed to be like this. but it did.
wen junhui / jun
none for now
kwon soonyoung / hoshi
↪ savior
— summary: where you save soonyoung from a horrible, wild beast. spoiler: it's a spider
jeon wonwoo
↪ book boyfriend
— summary: who needs a fictional boyfriend when your real boyfriend was even better than the movies?
↪ cat dad
— summary: whenever you go to your boyfriend, wonwoo's, house, his cat mimi. and he's totally not jealous because of this.
↪ bedtime routine
— summary: where you loved times like these with your boyfriend, wonwoo.
↪ marriage
— summary: where wonwoo’s nightmare is coming true. (contrary to the title, this one shot is lighthearted)
↪ birthday surprise
— summary: where you and nari try to make breakfast and a cake before wonwoo wakes up… if only your daughter knew what the word “surprise” meant.
↪ moving on (ft. mingyu)
— summary: in which giving up on kim mingyu seems to be the only solution, and jeon wonwoo is right there to help you out.
lee jihoon / woozi
none for now
lee seokmin / dk
none for now
kim mingyu
↪ puppy parents
— summary: where your golden retriever has the tendency to bring you things she has an interest in— sticks, frisbees that obviously don’t belong to you, and even the occasional bird. but this time, your dog brings… a man? and not just any man, only the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. maybe your dog is onto something…
↪ husband duties
— summary: where mingyu is the best support system for your pregnancy.
↪ drunk giant
— summary: in which you have to figure out how to transfer your drunk boyfriend to the bedroom without causing major bodily harm. and he’s not making it easy for you.
↪ shave
— summary: with your boyfriend’s comeback approaching, mingyu asks you to help with shaving.
↪ (not) a date night
— summary: sometimes it was hard dating an idol because of their busy schedules. after missing a date and being mia, mingyu tries to make it up to you.
↪ moving on (ft. wonwoo)
— summary: in which giving up on kim mingyu seems to be the only solution, and jeon wonwoo is right there to help you out.
↪ hypnotized
— summary: where you've got seventeen's mingyu hypnotized, and he doesn't mind it one bit.
xu minghao
↪ artblock
— summary: trying to finish a commission, you find yourself stuck in what to paint. thankfully your boyfriend knows exactly what to do in order to help you get your inspiration back.
boo seungkwan
none for now
hansol vernon chwe / vernon
none for now
lee chan / dino
none for now
#masterlist#seventeen#seventeen x reader#seventeen mingyu x reader#seventeen minghao x reader#oneshots#fanfics#seventeen scoups x reader#seventeen seungcheol x reader#seventeen jeonghan x reader#seventeen joshua x reader#seventeen jun x reader#seventeen wonwoo x reader#seventeen woozi x reader#seventeen dk x reader#seventeen seungkwan x reader#seventeen vernon x reader#seventeen dino x reader
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This may be an overused question, but how did you develop your art style? (Did you get inspired by someone, or did you take time perfecting it) Or how do you deal with the art block?
Hmmm well for me I started drawing for fun in Middle School but I didn't take it seriously until around High School? (Note that there were years I had major art blocks due to having bad drawing equipment 😭😭)
When it comes to developing your art style (also sorry if my advice isn't helpful), Id personally just play around with drawing first, get a sketchbook and start drawing your interest!
When I was taking art seriously I made a goal for myself to keep drawing until my sketchbook was full of drawings. During the time I was a big fan of how Koyoharu Gotouge (author of Demon Slayer) drew stuff because at the time I was constantly under the assumption that you needed to understand realism to make good art-- The change in perspective was a huge game changer for me.
Right now I would say I'm comfortable with my current art style, so I'm not really under the obligation to change it. I'm mainly putting my energy towards other things like rendering, shading, color, composition and even *shivers* l-lineart
Now,,, for dealing with artblock. This is a really tough question because artblock can be caused by multiple factors so it's hard to find a ready solution to deal with it.
For me, when I have artblock. I try not to force myself to draw for a few days. Basically just invest my energy towards other hobbies.
However if your trying to get out of a slump-- Like you really really wanna draw or you already been suffering from artblock for a long ass times. I highly recommend going back to the basics, try practicing your skills again, doodle, make a artboard or something. Don't stress over it, just do it
You won't immediately come out of your artblock but if you slowly build up to it, you could potentially get out of artblock (this is a method that's helped me at least)
Anyways I hope this helps or was at least insightful :3
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hey! do you have any tips for artists? im not at all a beginner but i haven't been seeing much improvement in the past year or so and i am having a hard time improving. thank you! <3
umm yeah i have few that have helped me over the years:
for every work you do, do something new. i'd recommend doing something small such as tiny object rather than anything major like a whole environment. this is so you don't get frustrated and over time your visual library expands so those previously frustrating new things will get easier to tackle.
try new things outside art. it makes you think outside the box how you view things when creating. You don't need to start a completely new hobby but just try new things at least once and you don't only gain new skill but are now able to apply what you learnt to your previous ones. for me, 3D modeling improved my spatial perception and plantcare has given me better visual library.
try different art styles as well! again, expands visual library and skill sets and also is fun! i've started doing pixel art and i definitely feel it helps me improve my understanding of color theory and shape language.
going from doing all new things: getting hyperfixated on something and doing that over and over again can actually be a good thing. imo it just mainly is good bc it keeps your drive going and one of the key ingredients for improvement is to have a motivation to do art. imho my obsession with asra has been one of the biggest reasons why i've had any art improvement over the years bc i never get enough of him so i really can't get an artblock when that blorbo has spread into my brain like a mold does to bread.
sometimes also best way to improve is just stepping away. this advice really goes out to those times you feel burnt out/frustrated. and goes hand in hand with trying out new things. sometimes in order to improve your skills means going hanging out with your friends because we can't be creative 24/7/365
stepping back and analyzing your own art and then making plans on what kind of improvement you want to focus in. it's really hard to actually improve if you don't have a plan how to do it. so if you feel like you need to focus on doing better linework, focus on that and once you feel like you are not improving again, step back, analyze and find the new thing to focus on.
i hope these can help you! for me, these are the guides that I swear by but we all are different and have to find what works best for us and what doesn't. for some, doing studies like croquis and drawing apples is their holy grail to improvement but for me, I do studies mainly only in school when forced to and independently maybe once a year. Not saying they don't work (they do) but in my case doing constantly would bore me out and I prefer doing them every once in a while to more so to test where my skills are and what i need to improve in.
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Just some thoughts and wonderings about my comic project under the cut. Comments and thoughts are very welcome if you might have any!
Now that I've finished the first sketchbook of comic draft (119pages), scanned all of them and sorted them into chapters... I'm thinking a lot about what kind of update frequency and page amount I should be going for. All I know is that as a start I want to post the entire starting chapter (15pages) so people can get an idea of what's it going to be like.
Maybe I'll figure out a suitable pace once I've digitized/drawn clean a small amount of pages, to see what kind of pace I can draw them with in general. (I'm sure it'll get faster once I get used to the layout and tools and all that.)
But I'm still wondering what kind of chunks should I update with to have a good "rhytmn" so to say, so that it doesn't feel like it's updating too few pages at a time and people would feel like it's difficult to stay on top of the story over time. That is to say, people like to read (web)comics differently anyway, some won't bother to check small updates weekly/biweekly etc, and will rather come back to read when there's been a bigger chunk of new pages.
So far my chapters seem to be around 20 pages, with few being 30-40... Would be cool to be able to update a whole chapter/month and the larger ones bi-monthly... But I don't think I could keep up a pace like that, esp with the latter chapters that will have huge amount of backgrounds to be drawn. So I'm pretty sure I have to go with smaller chunks. Personally i feel like 2-3 pages/week seems doable, but I also feel like that's not very fitting with how the pace of the comic is. So maybe 4-6pages biweekly would be better...?
I will of course have a longer break every now and then so I can keep up with the draft and allow myself proper breaks too, but generally I would reaaaally like to do my best to keep up at least somewhat of a steady pace >_<
I know I work better with structure and clear plans, but I'm also absolutely terrible at keeping any routines and schedules of my own making.(And nobody can predict artblocks or depressive episodes q_q)
I've also struggled over trying to figure out the name/title for the whole thing for a few months now. I've browsed thesaurus for words and their meanings so much with no real progress x_x
And another topic of many questions has been I will I publish it. Am I just going to make a site of my own for it that I can fully manage myself (shitton of extra work tho and probably some costs...) Am I going to publish it on something like Tapas.io and maybe be able to make some ad revenue money on the side? Am I going to start a patreon to publish it on? (would definitely turn away people even if it's 1$/month to get access to it)
Another thing that definitely throws some sticks in the gears about the publishing bit is that I'm planning on having the spicy bits of the comic be optional. So people who aren't interested in reading sexual content can skip the spicy bits without it making too big of a difference in the depth of the story. Vast majority of it is fluff after all.
Buuuut. The spicy bits. Part of me really wants to put those behind a small paywall like patreon, because boy would I need some extra monies and boy do I know that people who are into spicy content are often willing to pay for it too if it hits their interests.
But this whole separation of parts in the chapters will make it difficult or weird to try and publish on places like Tapas etc, that have separate sections for PG/adult rated comics. Also if I'd simply publish it as an adult one and it will be 80% fluff... I think people who search for spicy comics will keep interest in it - meanwhile it would also not find the audience that will never even search through the adult section.
If I published through my own site via, say... squarespace, I could throw a link to patreon or such at the point where the spicy chapters would be...?
OR
I could just upload all of it with the spicy bits and just put in clear a clear warning and option to skip past the spicy bit for those uninterested. + I could do the thing that public uploads are slower but you can access new pages earlier through Patreon. This would make it optional for everyone which would be the... kindest choice I feel, while still giving me the possibility of making some few monies perhaps. (one can hope eh)
I'm also thinking about putting other illustrations and content through the "patreon timegate" that many artists do -peeps who want to see content earlier/access some extra content can pay for it if they want. I don't think I could do enough content for a patreon to keep it interesting enough if I wasn't working on the comic. So that whole things is still a big question mark as well.
Many big think. Brain heavy.
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Artist asks 🥰 Could you answer 3, 17, 21 and 24 for me?? Or just any of these you feel like answering ❤️
THANK YOU SWEETIE 🥰 God, this is going to be interesting. 😂
(Also really sorry for the delay with the answer, a lot of things got in the way unfortunately.)
3. Least favourite things to draw?
Groups of people (everything above 3), children (they're hard to draw 😭), pictures with a lot of details (I love them, and god do I wish I had the patience, but like one third of the way through them I'm ready to throw hands). If you ever see me do something detailed or with a more extensive background, I probably cried and despaired a lot along the way. So yeah, backgrounds sometimes, when the background wasn't there to begin with and supposed to aid the picture somehow.
17. What inspires you?
Nature, landscapes, art in general, visiting museums, getting out of the rutt and going literally anywhere, seeing anything I don’t see daily. Sometimes people’s fanfictions or stories are really inspiring, I’ve also been inspired by music. Movies and tv shows as well, but it can also be the most random thing. Last year I saw patches of flowers next to fields in Denmark while driving through. And I still have this really vivid picture in my head because of it that i definitely want to still put on paper.
21. Weirdest thing you've ever drawn?
I honestly don’t think I’ve ever drawn anything too weird? If you don’t count having no real concept of dimensional drawing or how anatomy actually works. I’m so easily embarrassed by what I’m drawing, that I’m too scared to draw and share anything embarrasing/weird.
Though now that I’m thinking about it, it might be this. I’m full of regret both in regards of how much time I spent on it and how it turned out, also that it was for probably one of my favourite fics in this fandom and it’s just not good.
24. How do you deal with artblock?
Usually artblock deals with me. 🥲 Seriously though, I think in the past I wasn't good dealing with it and wouldn't draw for weeks, months or years sometimes, which wasn't helpful because I never really developed a good workflow to fall back on.
I think I've managed to let go of some of the fear of failure when it comes to drawing itself now, that always held me back. Even when I'm not in the mood for it, I sit myself down and draw anyway. If I have no idea I look for a reference and just do gesture drawinga/studies. Just to keep myself in the process of drawing at least once or twice a week. I haven't dealt with major artblock in the past year. I get frustrated occasionally when nothing looks right, but I just try to push myself through it. Not everything you make has to be a masterpiece anyway. Sometimes it's just about doing the thing.
#ask games#sywen#sorry for the delay!!!#i was looking forward to this but then i wasn't home for basically 3 days straight
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FAQ (´,,•ω•,,)♡
Because It seems like I've got a sudden wave of followers, here are some FAQs! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
1. What hardware and software do you use?
Hardware : My laptop is Lenovo Legion Y7000, for drawing I use Wacom Cintiq 16.
Software : Clip Studio Paint EX
2. What brushes do you use?
For line art I use JiWa Pen (downloaded it on Clip Studio Assets) It's a textured pen rather than a very smooth one. I think it gives more character since I'm line art-based)
For the coloring brush I use just a flat oil paint brush and just the plain ol' blender. Nothing special.
3. How long have you been drawing?
I've been drawing since I was 4 years old. Now I'm 20 so I guess I've been drawing for 16 years now. Still a lot to learn tho.
4. Who are your inspirations in drawing?
for linearting : Yuto Sano (author of Lawless Kids), Tite Kubo (author of Bleach)
for coloring : Kim Jung Hyun (Artist of manhwas Riot, Viral Hit, and Brave Citizen).
art by Yuto Sano (left), Tite Kubo (center), and Kim Jung Hyun (right)
If you see my artstyle, it's kinda the mix of these three.
5. Do you go to art school?
Yes I do! I'm majoring in Visual Communication Design in Bandung Institute of Technology. Going strong on 5th semester right now!
5. Do you take requests?
Sometimes I do. You're very welcome to send prompts or stuff in my asks, but remember that I'm not obligated to do it. I will do it when it piqued my interest and when I have the time.
6. Can we use your art as headers/icons/etc?
Yes you can! Just remember to CREDIT me in your bio @sleepyconfusedpotato I work hard on that thing ( `ε´ )
7. Can we buy your fanart or anything posted in your blog? How about commissions?
All of my arts on this blog is NOT for sale nor I am interested in monetizing it. This blog is just a way of me having fun with my fav video games. I am a professional artist in real life but this is also my hobby and it makes me happy.
For commissions, yes sometimes I do. Currently it's closed.
8. But I really love you art and I would really love to print it!
I'm deeply honored that my art is loved by you, and you have my permission to save my art and print it. What you're NOT allowed to do use it to make money by reselling on merch sites for profit, reposting it, or claiming it as yours. If you do that Imma haunt you in your dreams ٩(ఠ益ఠ)۶ (jk but please have mercy on me).
If you want to print it, please, be my guest. If you do post it tag me tho I'd love to see it LMFAO (´꒳`)♡
9. How do you deal with artblock?
Sleep. Eat. Watch some wholesome feel good romance movies. Art block means your brain is deep fried 10 times over. Do something else other than drawing. When I'm ready to draw again, I force through it. No easy way out.
10. How do you motivate yourself to improve?
This might not work for some people, but I do it with self bashing LMFAO. I just tell myself that my drawing SUCKS and is UGLY AF people don't wanna even double tap it JSGAHAGGS 😂
So I practice and try to GIT GUD. No shortcut ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
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Thank you, fruba 💖
Ok, in terms of how this series impacted me as a person in many senses I could go on to an even exaggerated point for a pretty long time....
So for this post I'll simply show my art progress for the 3 years 4 actually since I first watched the 2001 series exactly a year before the reboot started. a And the way this anime influenced it (I'd also admit certain parts in Takaya's own progress while the manga was running is really intriguing to me as artist :') )
Started the 2001 series in April 2018 after seeing a very certain scene(guess) in some old amv while looking for inspiration on something. Got my curiosity :D
But the earliest artworks I could find is from between catching up with the manga to the reboot getting announced and the main cast designs drop are these. from October 2018- March 2019.
But even if I made something earlier nah uh too embarrassing by now :v
(In all honesty my style as a whole never had a drastic change cuz there are parts i feel too attached to xD If anything it's more on improving with basic stuff and adding more unique preferences of choice.)
then you have season 1's run. During that I ended up making vibrant colors, gradient and sparkles a major part of it.
also one of my most successful artworks heehaw §(*￣▽￣*)§
Continuing with the true form arc &s1 ending. I remember this blog had quite growth with these pieces.
Then for a while between that and season 2 I was having quite a two months artblock (ah the grudge,,,（︶^︶）) and got back on march 2021 aka coronabiatch
And season 2!:D what I said on the vibrant sparkly coloring in s.1 got even more prominent here §(*￣▽￣*)✨
Between s.2 ending & the wait for the final my tablet & laptop died both so I focused on improving traditionally on many things. ( While also keeping up from rusting digitally with starting to color illustrations from the manga)
Throughout all of season 3 that was pretty much the same, but i got a new tablet & laptop now so I did the last two in this photo there.
In all honesty sometimes I feel like I'm far from being on a high level despite the time that passed since, and as if it went backward at certain phases... BUT in the end, it's still something I contributed to show my appreciation for this amazing series, and people often seem to really like it. Only a few months ago I had someone suddenly tell me they find the way I draw inspiring as well, never thought I'd get there.... I do go throughout another block rn, but that's fine, I can use it for a rest. And when I get the chance to find what to do again that'll happen and I can make up for the missing time by using it to improve some more. Just as the series taught- Do not let it stop me. 💖💕
#anywho wants to do a similar post go ahead :3#also sorry if it's too long ;;#fruits basket#art#artists on tumblr#art improvment#art progress#fruba#furuba#fruits basket the final#anime#manga#artist#inspiration
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April Contest Submission #3: Prism of White
Words: ca. 5,200
Setting: Modern AU
Lemon: No
CW: none
Light filtered through the window casting the room in a golden glow. Papers lay crumpled and torn on the coffee table and the floor beneath. Anna tossed her sketchbook on the table and threw her pencil next to it. Weeks passed and she still didn’t have another good idea for her next art piece. Her hands grasped a pillow on the couch beside her. Her freckled face buried in the soft cushion, a muffled groan joining the white-noise of the television in the background.
Art had been a passion of hers ever since her stubby toddler fingers first grasped that pack of cheap crayons. Her parents laid scrap paper out in front of her at the kitchen table. The adults left the room shortly after thinking little Anna would be occupied for a little more than five minutes. Overjoyed with all the colors in the box, now strewn over the table some rolling to the floor, little Anna picked up the green and began to scribble in swirls and loops like any child does. Her mother came back ten minutes later to check on her and grab a cup of afternoon coffee. A gasp tore from her throat and her blue eyes widened at the site. The walls had been little Anna’s first canvas.
She laughed at the memory, the sound muffled by the pillow still pressed against her face. The scolding she received after that event lost to the feeling of joy at the colors swirling around her. Back then art had been carefree and fun. Now the blank pages in her sketchbook mocked her with that textured whiteness.
Twenty-one years of sketching, painting, throwing color on canvas’ of varying degrees, making a life out of it. A dream come true. One that would have been impossible if not from the support of her friends and family. One person in particular. Elsa.
Little Elsa could light up Anna’s world by merely stepping into the room. She used to be so very timid and quiet, often opting to hide in the corner with a book than engage with the other kids her age. Anna managed to pull her into their little games anyway.
As the two grew older their interests diverged slightly. They both found joy in the arts, joining in theater at school for fun, playing and listening to music (although their tastes differed vastly at times), and studying the history behind all forms of art. A bond formed and kept them close even when one started painting and sketching while the other used words to color with.
A writer’s search history and an artist’s eye left plenty for friends to laugh and grow concerned about.
Anna lifted her head from the pillow feeling someone fiddle with her twin braids. She smiled already knowing who it was behind her.
“What are you so distressed about?” Elsa hummed out sweetly. Her eyes swept over the paper littered around and the discarded sketchbook. “Can’t think of a good idea?”
Anna groaned again and buried her head back in the pillow. Her reply came muffled and she knew Elsa wouldn’t be able to understand a word of it. This problem she had wasn’t that much of a big deal. Anna knew that. Every artist had periods where they couldn’t draw. An artblock as she so affectionately called it. But this felt different. She had ideas. The vision of what she wanted to draw sat crystal clear in her mind’s eye, but when she picked up the pencil each stroke on the page felt weighted. She knew what she wanted to put on the paper. She hated each stroke she made and the finished result. Weeks of this and the stress of not creating made her head spin. The ride she had been on had stopped with her sitting upside down unable to do anything.
The couch dipped beside her as Elsa sat down. Pale hands pulled the pillow Anna was secretly hoping would suffocate her until freckled cheeks and a pouty lip were visible. Anna whined and reached out for the cushion. Elsa held it out of reach ignoring the dark spot where Anna drooled on it.
“Ah-Ah,” Elsa wagged her finger. Anna’s shoulder slumped forward in despair. “You can get the pillow back and resume your little, um , whatever you were doing after you tell me what’s wrong.”
Sea-green eyes lowered to the open sketchbook, a frown settled on her lips. “I - I hate everything I make and it’s driving me crazy.”
Elsa set the pillow aside and shuffled closer to Anna. She gave her knee a reassuring squeeze and gently asked, “Is it one of your artblocks?”
Anna shook her head, braids swaying. “No, this is different. I know what I want to draw, I have the motivation to draw, but I can’t seem to like what I make. I hate the finished result, even if it looks how I wanted.” Her eyes glistened with frustrated tears, “It’s been like this for weeks and I’m going insane trying to fix it.”
Elsa cupped her cheek, running her thumb soothingly over the skin. Anna nuzzled into her palm, eyes fluttering shut at the coolness of her skin. “Anna,” she opened her eyes to see an amused smirk dancing on pink lips, a glint of humor dancing in blue eyes, “is this your first burnout?”
Her whole body stilled at the question. Burnout had been something she knew her artist friends over the internet talked about. How it could hit someone suddenly or slowly creep on through the years. The former could usually be seen coming and dealt with by short breaks, but the latter often crippled careers as it snuck in through the cracks undetected and infected everything slowly like a poison. Anna gasped lightly at the realization.
The ride she had been on for the majority of her adult life (granted it had only been 3 years since she graduated high school) was fast paced and constantly moving. She did not stop or get off, only urging it to move faster and faster. The need to create and improve outweighed any thought or concern the stress her body and mind were put under. She ignored all the signs, the warnings people told her to look for and now the stress had crushed her.
“What am I gonna do?” Her voice came out broken and unsure. Burnout was a completely foreign field for her. There was no map for her, no field guide to help her navigate through this problem. People mention taking breaks and stepping away from art for awhile to recharge, but that seemed impossible. How could Anna stop creating, when all she wanted to do was create?
“Is this new project for a client?” Elsa noticed the distress on Anna’s face and dropped her hand down from her cheek to grasp shaking ones.
“No, it’s one I plan to sell, or have prints made for my shop.”
Elsa nodded, “Okay. And do you have any client work lined up for the month?”
Anna answered in the negative. She had started a new system for her works where certain months she decided not to take on any client work. It was an attempt not to be too overwhelmed working on custom pieces that allowed her the freedom to work on her own as well. The system worked fairly well until this burnout happened. At least it happened now instead of when she had to work on pieces for clients.
“Okay, okay we can definitely work with this,” she breathed out a plan already forming in her mind. She knew Anna wouldn’t take a break willingly, that wasn’t her style. She would draw and paint until her hands fell off and even then she’d learn to use her feet instead. Nothing would stop her, not even the end of the world. The complete opposite of Elsa who procrastinated her own projects till motivation was high or the deadline approached. She often wondered how they never drove each other crazy doing things so differently. Instead of finding a reason she just blamed it on love. It was better not to question it anyway.
“Anna,” she turned and faced the younger woman determinedly, prepared for protestation, “do you trust me?”
Anna cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “Of course I do, silly. It’s part of why I married you.”
Elsa smiled and held her tongue to keep from commenting. That experience would be one she would never forget. She at her wife, eyes bright and said,
“Then you’ll understand what I’m about to do.”
Anna’s gut twisted in apprehension. She trusted Elsa with her life, but the twinkle in pale blue eyes told her not all of this would be a pleasant experience.
—-
“Anna, what color is the sky?”
From her position in the passenger seat of the car Anna scowled, her eyes screwed shut in a desperate attempt to fall back asleep. Elsa refused to let her in on the plan the day before, only telling her to pack a days worth of clothes and food and then promptly took all her art supplies and locked them inside a large chest. She never quite figured out why they had a large empty chest lying around and when she asked Elsa the older girl shrugged saying something about secrets.
“What.” Anna grumbled confused at the question and irritated at being woken up at three in the morning and rushed out of the house.
Elsa glanced at her from the driver’s seat. “What color is the sky?” She turned her attention back to the road, very much awake and relaxed. The half empty cup of coffee sitting in the cup holder helped.
“What kind of question is that? The sky is blue!” Anna twisted over and leaned her head on the window, arms folded across her chest. Elsa still had yet to tell her where they were going and only mentioned a three hour car ride. That left plenty of time for her to catch up on sleep if her wife would let her.
“No, not - “ Elsa laughed at herself, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I meant what color is the sky right now?”
Anna cracked one eye open and grimaced at the passing street light that blinded her. “Black,” she stated matter-of-factly. Elsa hummed a smile on her face. She let Anna sleep the rest of the way, picking up and sipping her coffee. The low songs of the radio filling the silence in a quiet peace. She didn’t care for the station, but it was one of Anna’s favorites. The little things would make the difference on this trip.
Barely any time had passed, that’s what it felt like to Anna anyway, before a hand on her shoulder gently shook her awake. “What is it now,” she sighed tiredly and shuffled further into the car door. When she agreed to whatever Elsa had planned, losing sleep hadn’t even crossed her mind. She knew she was being unfair to her wife. Elsa only wanted to help. The stress of her burnout had taken its toll without consent and Anna wanted nothing more than to curl up in a corner and sulk. Sleep was the closest she could get right now, but the woman driving had other plans.
“What color is the sky now,” she asked eagerly. Her pale hand fell away and gripped the steering wheel again.
Anna squinted at the light outside. The night had faded to be greeted by the light of the sun just peeking over the horizon. Reds and oranges bled into pale blue as the orb of yellow and white ascended slowly. Any other day the she might have appreciated seeing the sunrise, she might have stared at the way the light shone and glistened along Elsa’s skin, bathing her in rays of gold. But it only annoyed her at having the same question asked in place of sleep. Still she answered,
“Red.”
Her eyes closed again with the plan to catch more sleep. Elsa didn’t bother her after that. She sipped her fresh cup of coffee, having stopped for gas before the sunrise. Anna grumbled under her breath adjusting to get comfortable in her seat again. Pink lips turned up at the corner in amusement. Anna may be grumpy beyond belief this morning and she knew it was her doing. The outcome of this trip will be worth it. Elsa knew it, could feel it in her bones. She could only hope Anna didn’t throw her in the lake as payback when they got there.
Elsa smirked watching, pulling out a pair of sunglasses and slipping them on. The day was only beginning. The coffee singed her tongue as she took another sip.
If Anna did throw her in the lake, she made sure to have plenty of jokes ready.
Gravel crunched under the tires as the car pulled off the main road. The road itself wasn’t too bad in terms of a drive. Anna woke up quietly glancing around at the trees and greenery around them. She said nothing to tell Elsa she was awake and continued to stare out the window. The sight felt familiar, she knew this place but couldn’t quite care enough to place it. Sleep still clouded mind and even if it was Wednesday she liked to sleep in late and stay up late instead. This whole early to bed and early to rise business wasn’t for her.
A light chuckle from her left told Anna all she needed to know. “There’s hot chocolate for you since you’re not the biggest fan of coffee.” Elsa never took her eyes off the road and merely motioned to the cup holder between them.
“Thanks.” Anna took the cup nearly dropping it. No protective sleeve saved her from burning fingers, not even the paper cup itself. “Geez, why’s it so hot!” She glared at her sister.
“Didn’t know how long you were going to stay asleep so I asked them to make it extra hot.”
“Extra hot,” Anna guffawed, “This cup feels like it came straight out of Orodruin itself! You could have got me a protective sleeve for it or something!”
“I didn’t know how long you were going to sleep!” Anna folded her arms at Elsa’s response, “Besides, you always get annoyed at the sleeves opting to burn your fingers anyway.”
“Yes, but the cups are never that hot!”
Elsa only smiled.
The car slowed and stopped with a slight jolt. Anna hadn’t touched her drink again still waiting for it to cool down from Mount Doom level temperatures. She figured out why this place had seemed so familiar. Her parents used to take her camping out here toward the end of summer, always running around the lake and sometimes taking a ferry over to the small island.
“I grabbed us a backcountry permit if you wanted to stay away from the normal campsites.” Elsa held up the piece of paper before tucking it into her jacket pocket. Anna hummed her agreement and stretched in her seat.
“I’m gonna find the bathroom then we can hike to wherever.” She ducked out of the car, breathing in the fresh air. A warm feeling of nostalgia washed over her at the familiar sight. She hadn’t come back to this park in years. Anna walked across the parking lot toward the public restroom. Coming back to the lake hadn’t even crossed her mind. It’s almost sad really. To forget about a place she once loved so deeply, have it take up a corner of her mind as a memory she kept but never thought about.
She turned the faucet off and shook stray water drops from her hands, wiping the remaining wetness on her jeans. Anna never trusted the automatic air dryers.
When she arrived back to the car, Anna bit back a bark of laughter. Elsa had strapped each and every pack and bag to herself and looked overloaded, but all too eager like a puppy. She smiled broadly at Anna and handed her the much cooler cup, “Come on, let’s go! I know of the perfect spot!”
Anna took the cup, her shoulders shaking as she held in her laughter.
“Wait, Elsa. Let me carry some things.” Elsa paused mid-step and tilted her head. All the coffee had gone to her brain in the most adorable way. “How did you even manage to hold all the bags, even mine?” Anna pointedly looked at the deep green duffle bag with a bright orange patch on the side.
“I played a lot of tetris as a kid.” She shrugged but gave Anna two of the bags anyway.
Anna adjusted the strap of a bag on her shoulder. “Alright, now show me this perfect spot.”
The blonde grinned and grabbed Anna’s hand practically dragging her along toward the trail and into the bush. Anna could only keep up and pray her hot chocolate didn’t spill.
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Anna had to admit the spot Elsa had picked was perfect. A little spot hidden behind dense shrubbery. Well off the path and if someone did make it this far the thorn bushes were certainly a discouragement. She knew she’d be picking the sharp thorns out of her clothes for a while and if it weren’t for the view and the feeling of peace she’d make Elsa do it without a second thought. Anna’s had her second thought and is still intent on making Elsa do the work.
“Nice view, right?” Elsa wiped the dirt off her hands stepping over to Anna. She had finished setting up the tent and decided to see what was keeping her wife. The view itself looked over the entirety of the lake and the mountains surrounding it. The trees swayed in the breeze.
“It’s beautiful.” Anna tucked a piece of hair back into place. Elsa stepped up beside her. They stared at the scene in silence. A sense of peace forming around them. Anna closed her eyes listening to the birds singing in the trees and the wind rustling the branches. The smell of the air and the sun on her skin eased the tension in her shoulders she didn’t realize had been there. Anna felt free like she could step off the overlook and just fly. Elsa smiled at the content look on her face.
“Anna,” the red-head hummed and turned to face her, “what color is the sky?”
The question had her sighing exasperatedly. How many times would she ask that damned question. It didn’t make sense. She had answered it twice already. Inhaling deeply, Anna decided not to let this ruin the moment. She looked up at the sky, fluffy clouds dotting the expansive space.
“Blue. It’s blue.”
Elsa made no comment. Anna would have yelled at her but the pure love in pale blue eyes killed the thought before it formed. She found herself smiling back and shaking her head lightly. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”
Elsa chuckled, “I know. Now come on, let’s go exploring a bit.”
Anna followed eagerly. Exploring she could do.
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Night life in the forest seemed impossibly loud compared to the day. Anna didn’t mind much. She found the noise comforting in a way. All the little life coming out with the safety of darkness. Comfortable now that the sun has gone and they can hide in the shadows of the night. She could understand it. The night offered a sort of peace the day could not. She loved the sun, loved the hustle and bustle of day life, but the night hit differently. She closed her eyes, a soft smile on her lips. The day’s activities replayed in her mind’s eye.
After running around, revisiting old trails and memories and making some new ones, the two women sat around a little fire. Anna made Elsa pick out all the thorns and burrs while she roasted marshmallows. While Elsa didn’t agree with s’mores before dinner she let it slide this once.
They relaxed after that, Anna rigged a stick with fishing gear and went fishing. She didn’t catch anything. She came back soaking wet and Elsa only raised a brow. She changed into some dry clothes and sat by the fire to get warm. Elsa turned from her book then, a cheeky grin on her face and said,
“You know I love it when you -” Anna smacked her before she should finish.
Now they lay peacefully staring up at the stars.
“Anna,” Elsa started in the quiet. Anna hummed in acknowledgment before her mind jump started back to nearly every quiet moment previously,
“You better not ask me what color the sky is or I swear to god you will find yourself at the bottom of the lake!”
The crickets chirped.
“What hue doth the heavens above appears to thine viewing orbs?”
Anna laughed. She laughed loud and hard. She knew Elsa would find a way to rephrase the question the second she threatened her, but she never expected her to phrase it like that. She rolled onto her side and clutched her stomach from the force of her laughter. “I-I can’t -” she wheezed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, “I can’t breath.”
“You should have let me ask the question normal then.” The cheekiness in her voice had Anna swatting blindly behind her. Her hand connected with nothing but air.
“Fine, this is the last time I’m answering that stupid question,” Anna finally said after she stopped laughing and caught her breath. She rolled back to look at the sky and exhaled deeply a smile on her face, “Black, the sky is black.”
“Wrong.”
Anna propped herself up on her elbow. Wrong. The first response back to her answers and it was to tell her, Anna, that she answered wrong.
“What, how can I be wrong? Are you seeing the same sky I’m seeing?” Anna grit her teeth ready to fully argue her point.
“No, no calm down, feisty pants. Right now you could argue it’s black, or a very deep blue.”
“Then how am I wrong?!”
Elsa kept her gaze on the sky. “I asked you three four times today what color the sky was. Only two of the answers were the same. Can you explain that?” “The sky changes colors, you numpty.”
“So what color is the sky then if it changes?”
Anna didn’t have an answer to that. Elsa turned to face her, the moonlight making her blue eyes glow in the night.
“What color do you say the sky is then,” Anna asked, moving closer to Elsa. The night breeze had a bit of a chill, but she didn’t feel like getting a jacket. Her arm brushed against her wife’s.
“If you asked me what color the sky is, anytime of day or night, I’d tell you it’s white. I know it’s crazy, but think about it. In general people say the sky is blue, but it’s not always blue. You said it yourself, the sky changes colors, so why is it blue then?” She raised a hand and traced along various constellations as she spoke. “Is it because that’s the color we see it as mostly. Blue during the day? The history behind it is actually fascinating, but I won’t go into that. But the sky can be any color depending on when you look. Black, dark blue, orange and red, yellow and pink, purple and light blue, even green. The sky isn’t just one color or one shade. It’s all of them all the time, we just only see what the light shows us. That’s why I say it’s white. White reflects all colors, the sky cycles through the colors based on a bunch of scientific stuff that I’m a bit too tired to get into. I didn’t really prepare to get into that bit anyway.” she laughed at herself.
Anna lay in silence. She never really thought about it like that.
“But why white, why not black?”
Elsa sucked in a small breath before answering, “Black is the absence of colors. If the sky was black that’s all we’d see. A black hole sucking the colors away and leaving nothing behind but darkness. That’s why it’s white and not black.”
“Geez, that took a depressing turn.”
Elsa hummed and entwined her fingers with Anna’s. “Think of it as a prism. The sun shines through and casts the colors fresh and new through the day.”
“A blank canvas.” Anna found herself mumbling aloud. A blank canvas to be painted each day in the same ways that vastly differed if you looked hard enough. The subtle hues shifting day to day, the contrast of reds and oranges against purples and blues. All of it spinning endlessly in a cycle, a prism of color splattered across a canvas of white that never is seen as white.
The two remained watching the stars for a bit longer. The little dots of color splattered across the dark sky. Almost a reverse of my freckles. Anna mused to herself. The crisp air raised goosebumps on her arms.
Anna went to sleep that night, snuggled in her wife’s arms, feeling so refreshed and full of love she thought it might overflow. And it did. Her emotions flowed over in little drops that ran down her cheeks and she whispered over and over how much she loved Elsa. In turn with each ‘I love you’ a kiss was placed on her head, her cheek, her lips, and her body squeezed a bit tighter.
The white sky, painted with the color of night, left them to rest peacefully. The moon watching over them.
The trunk slammed shut and all the bags and trash were loaded in. Not nearly as neatly as before but as long as it wasn’t falling out Anna didn’t care. She awoke buzzing with renewed energy ready and eager to get back to work. Her burnout long forgotten. The three hour car ride didn’t seem so long even though Anna sat wide awake the entire trip. Elsa would probably need a day to recover from the amount of talking Anna did in that small time. Maybe a new book and quiet day in a coffee shop or a day spent curled up in her bed with nothing but mindless games to entertain herself with. Anna made a note to thank Elsa for forcing her out for a day, whatever she wanted.
Anna went to work the moment she stepped through the doorway. Pencil marks flew across the page in hurried fashion almost as if the vision would fade before she could get it down. Supplies were strewn out over the kitchen table and counter tops as Anna fell into what Elsa called ‘The detonation zone’. It was a mess, but also the time and place where Anna seemed to get the most work done.
Guess I’m not cooking. Elsa thought and picked up the phone. She was kinda in the mood for pizza anyway.
Pale blue eyes watched from where she leaned against the wall as the blur of auburn worked in a frenzy. Her movements were both hurried and agonizingly slow to preserve the details in a way only Anna managed to do. A mesmerizing sight she could watch for hours if not for the delivery man ringing her doorbell.
She made sure Anna knew of the food sitting in the living room.
“Okay, thank you!” Came the reply from the kitchen. Elsa chuckled and shook her head taking her own slice or two of pizza. She disappeared into their shared room for the rest of the evening. The one day trip seemed to have worked in Anna’s favor. Elsa made the mental note to schedule more day trips once in a while.
Time ticked by and Anna didn’t even notice. The pizza had gone cold and the sunlight faded away. The brush in her hand was set in the water cup for the last time.
“There.” Anna sat back finished. She smiled at the creation in front of her leaving it to dry as her stomach made known it’s need for food. The clock read late into the night, or early into the morning, depending on how you look at it. Maybe setting an alarm for food and breaks would be a good idea in the future. She decided it’d be worth a shot if only to save her from a stiff back at the end of the day.
Her paint stained hands grabbed a cold slice of pizza and promptly inhaled it followed by three more. The kitchen sat in a disastrous mess and the urge to put off cleaning up until the morning hit hard. Anna considered cleaning up the worst part about doing art. Elsa would likely clean up for her in the morning since she always woke up first. Anna knew that and decided not to let that happen. As much as Elsa said she didn’t mind and that’s what she signed up for by marrying her, Anna wouldn’t have it. Not after what she’d done for her the past day, or really since they first-started dating.
Anna turned the faucet on, warm water cleaning her stained hands, and she began the cleanup.
It wasn’t until around four in the morning that she finally headed to bed. The bedroom door creaked softly. Elsa snored softly, curled on her side snuggling a pillow. The sight made Anna fall in love with her all over again. Anna would never get tired of seeing her wife in such a peaceful and vulnerable state. Gently, she climbed into bed beside her.
“I love you.” she whispered and kissed Elsa’s cheek. Elsa let go of the pillow at the contact and fully snuggled against her wife. Anna wrapped her arms around her and kissed her softly again.
“I love you so much.”
Elsa woke to gentle rays of sun dancing across her face. Untangling herself from Anna she stepped outside of the room. She paused halfway closing the door and looked on fondly at the sleeping mess of her wife.
The kitchen was spotless, save for the canvas resting on the table. Even the sink was clean, supplies neatly drying on the rack where they were supposed to be. A smile graced her lips.
The coffee pot sputtered to life as it began brewing. It was only nine o’clock and Anna likely wouldn’t be up for another few hours. Being your own bosses had their perks. The brown liquid steamed as she poured it into a plain ceramic mug. The rich scent very much welcome this morning.
Anna would always scold her for drinking too much coffee. The thought brought another smile to her face. She really loved Anna and all that came with her.
Coffee in hand Elsa approached the canvas on the kitchen table. She made sure to stay for enough back that if something drastic happened her coffee would not stain the creation. She rounded the table and the sight made her pause. The colors and detail splattered across it showed just how much that camping trip had meant to her.
“Oh Anna,” her eyes lined with overflowing emotions as she took in the painting. “You’re still full of surprises.”
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BAILEY X CHUB!FEM! READER (Biker Goddess)
You've spent most of your day outside your university, trying to write an essay on the best experience you've ever had. You gently tap the end of the eraser on your bottom lip as you think of what that could possibly be. Sure, you've been to weddings and family reunions but nothing really struck out to you as 'the best'. Sighing as you pack up for the day, you look over to the sign of your university; "Rosenburg, home of the arts". "If being an artist means back to back pain and artblock then sure, I'm home alright." You mutter to yourself. Maybe a nice calming cup of decaf from the local coffee shop will give you some inspiration. You check your phone as you walk onto the sidewalk, 7:40 pm, if you wanted coffee then you'd best hurry. Placing your phone in your hoodies pocket, you start your walk down town.
You weren't really paying attention to your surroundings, more or less spacing out as the sunset casts a large shadow besides yourself. There's a song stuck in your head, you hum along to it, blissfully disconnecting from the world around yourself. By the time you arrive at your favorite coffee shop, you barely get to sneak by the last customer and order yourself a cup. The cashier gives you a lackadaisical stare past their boxy glasses before going to make you your drink. "Thank you- and- sorry." You say, waving a hand as you stand by the pick up area to wait for it. The song playing on some hidden radio lulls you to glance around the room, your eyes land on a corkboard with some pictures on it. One of them being a group of girls. You take a closer look and the words 'Cherry Bombs' is written on it. A friend group of some sort? They look very happy, the one in the middle catches your attention. She's taller than the others and has a gleaming smile on her face. Stunning. "Ma'am-." The cashier's voice grabs your attention, "-your drink is ready."
"Yes! Thank you. I'll get out of your hair now." You say in a soft tone, gently grabbing the cup out of their hands. There was a moment of silence as you grabbed and pocketed a few sugar packets and a stirrer "Uh ma'am-! I don't think it's safe to go out alone..." the now nervous looking cashier calls out to you, earning a raised brow from you. "Huh? Why, is something wrong?" They shift around a bit, tapping their fingers on the counter, "Well, it's rumored that young women are being targeted by a group of guys.... Call themselves the 'Lady Killers'. S'like something right out of a cheesy 90's horror film but I wouldn't risk it." They look pretty serious about that. You weigh your options before shrugging a bit, "I'll be okay, I mean, no one's really out here LOOKING for a chubby girl like me to try 'n snatch, haha." You joke as you push past the front doors and onto the dimly lit sidewalk. You check your phone, it's 9:30 now.
It's about an hour or so walk back to your campus at the university, and you weren't about to let some rumors deter you from finally getting home and putting the essay paper off for later. You've traveled a few blocks down with no issue at all, though, you're extra cautious about the shadows that catches your peripheral. You deicide to calm your nerves by looking at the pictures you took on your phone of a lovely small pompom dog you saw on a trip with family somewhere. It started to work... For awhile. But it only took a moment before you could hear it, a distant sound of a car in the distance. It was getting closer. You slowly move the coffee away from your lips as you look towards the noise. Suddenly, your body ran cold as it started to head toward you. You run off, trying to make some distance between you and this jackass trying to run you over.
You dip into an alleyway, hoping it was a shortcut to a nicely lit neighborhood, praying that someone there could help you. You can hear the sound of car wheels skirting to a halt behind you. You shake your head, it's better not to look back. You run into something, something hard. A wall. Your blood runs cold as you stumble backwards to catch yourself. No... No! You have so much you haven't done yet in life! You can't possibly be the victim to something as stupid sounding as the 'Lady Killers'!. You haven't even finished that stupid essay yet! The car door shuts as heavy footsteps come closer to you, the sounds of muffled chuckles could be heard as you slowly turn to see three men. One of them was quiet tall and lanky with purple straight hair. The other was shorter but bulkier, a spiked mohawk on his. And lastly, a guy around the height of a shack, he was beefier than the other two and had a bald head. How classic. Were you really dealing with some reject TMNT villains right now?
"Hey, don'cha know little piglets like you gotta get home before the farmer comes in?" The purple haired one said, a crooked smirk on his face as he stepped closer. Slowly reaching for your hoodie pocket, hoping maybe you could 'accidentally' dial 911. "Hey! Does the little piggy speak? You look like you got sum nice bacon, hm?" The man spoke again, he was a foot away from you now. He smelled like cigarette smoke and old fruit. Mind racing, thinking of something you could say to get them to back off, your heart was the only thing you could hear now. As he closed the distance between you, you start thinking about how boring your life was, and how much you felt horrible for letting it be that way. You clenched your hands into a fists, stopping once you felt the hot cup still in your hands. You get a spark of confidence.
"Well- How would you like some hot beans to the face!" You open the lid and chuck the cup at his head. It lands, the hot bean juice leaving him red where it had landed. He yells, waddling back a bit as he tried to wipe away the hotness from his face. His two lackies chuckle a bit, stopping when their boss shoots them a dirty glare. "You're gonna regret that." He growled, stomping his way back to you. But before he could even lay a hand on you, the roaring sound of motorcycles came into earshot. The three looked at each other then to the entrance of the alleyway. You lifted up your gaze, the blaring lights of the motorcycles blinded you as you tried to make out your saviors. Well... You hoped that's who they were.
"Hey Lady Killers!" A raspy and excitable voice said, "I suggest you leave that poor chick alone, or else!" the one closest to you scoffed and walked over to the voice. "Oh yeah? And whaddya gonna do! You're just some flashy bimbo onna bike!" You slowly pull yourself away from the wall to get a better look. The bike turned off and from it stood a giant, curly haired, goddess of a woman. She took off her helmet and you could've sworn your heart skipped three beats.
She had baby blue eyes, sharp features, a scar over the eye that wasn't hidden by her hair, and a smirk on her face. Raising and pointing to the three men, she spoke, "You're gonna regret fucking around with the Cherry Bombs, boys!" the next few minutes were like a movie, you couldn't look away, you were too enraptured by the golden goddess and her gang of 6 other girls beating the men to a pulp. Before long, the woman was throwing the head honcho back into his car with a slam, the other guys scurrying in after, beaten and missing a few teeth. They made a speedy escape into the cold night, honking their car horn as they did. You blinked, taking a moment to process things.
"Hey, babes, you aight?" The woman spoke again, she was walking towards you, as she did you started to notice just how big she was. Maybe 6- no- 7 feet tall, exposed arms covered in muscles and an eyefull of... Chest. Needless to say, you were at a loss for words. Your face became hot as you looked up at hers. She had a gentle expression on, offering a hand to you. You looked down at it, ignoring the little bit of blood from the Lady Killers that was sprawled onto her fingertips and knuckles. You held it, surprisingly soft, you noted. She walked you out of the alleyway, the other members were speaking amoungst themselves, they were all stunning as well. Damn- how'd you get so lucky to fall into the hands of gods most powerful and prettiest women?
"Where you live? Me and the girls will ensure you get back there safely" The mysterious woman asked, still holding onto your trembling hand. "Ah- oh! I uh- I live on campus at the.... University not too far from here. I'm uh... Writing major." You stammered, nice going you. She nodded, a toothy grin on her face. You two walked over to her motorcycle, letting go of your hand to pick up something, a helmet. She placed it carefully onto your head before putting on her own, "Just tell me the address and I'll get you there, trust me." you didn't have to be told twice. You trust with woman with your whole life, your future, hell even with your KIDS. You gave a gentle nod, earning you her toothy show stopping grin. She mounted her bike and rounded up her girls before patting the seat behind herself, "Hop on!"
The drive was a lot shorter than you were hoping, you wanted to have your arms wrapped around the goddess before you forever, but alas, you were home now. Your roomate, who was standing outside of the campus, came running over and nearly fainted when she saw that you were safe and sound. You got off the bike and returned the helmet, giving the driver one last longing look before rushing over to stable your fainting friend. "You had me scared! You weren't answering my texts all day and now you come home with a bunch of mysterious bike ladies!?" You try to calm her down and explain that there was a bit of a holdup with... Everything. You took a moment to realize that the trip for coffee was kind of a lost cause, considering you only took a few sips.
After she calmed down, your friend walked back into your shared room, leaving you some alone time with the gang. You turned and looked back at the female equivalent of Hercules before you. She still had a smile on her face as she watched you get closer. "You uh-... You never told me your name." You said shyly, trying not to mess around with your fingers as you avoided staring right at her tattoo. "Oh- I knew I forgot something! Hehe. I always do this." Sliding off her bike and closer to you, she handed you a little note before saying, "Bailey, I'm Bailey Faxton." you slowly took the note and unfolded it. On it was a scrawled out string of numbers... Her phone number! You look back up to say something but she's already mounted her bike and placed her helmet on.
"Call me when you're in need of a hero, okay babe?" Her words danced on your ears as she and her gang, The Cherry Bombs, rolled out of your campus and into the dark. The cool 10 PM night air swam its way through your hoodie, shaking you out of your thoughts. You turned to walk up to the campus, making it halfway up the stairs before stopping to look back at the road again.
"...I think I know what that essay is going to be about."
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My 2020 Summary of Art!
I was the most inspired in April and May, and got started with my new work rythm around October. 2020 was a terrible year overall, even for me, and yet an amazing year for my art... And I’ll write my own contemplations under the cut!~
cw: mental health themes, mention of suicide
I dropped my artschool in February. ♥
I’d started going to this new, expensive school in September 2019. The first few lessons were extremely useful, and taught me better ways to approach drawing, but it quickly went downhill. My health was at its worst, I couldn’t stand it anymore-- I didn’t even realize that I was starting to have suicidal thoughts again, when they’d had completely stopped since I’d started seeing my therapist. I was struggling, and the school’s administration was no help. If anything, they only made matters worse. I kept forcing myself though, as myself and my family had paid a lot of money for me to go to this school... But I simultaneously started to realize the teachers were straight-up bad. They were all artists, but almost none of them were actual teachers. They treated their adult students like kids while simultaneously yelling at them for not being more mature, and most of their lessons had no actual value other than to make us practice in a rush.
Not too long after I stopped going, and when I was done going through the immense guilt of having wasted everyone’s money, I realized I didn’t necessarily want to die. So that was my introduction to this year.
I participated in two Danganronpa-styled RPs around February/March that weren’t all that, but inspired me to create a season 2 for my own RP. Despite my difficulties with the french Danganronpa RP community, I managed to find and build a group of understanding, and interested people who participated in my RP and were, a large majority of them at least, very kind to me. Thanks to that, I was able to create a space to explore my main story (WIP! I would like to publish it eventually!) and some OCs, old and new. This inspired me to draw them... more and more... oh, and Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan: The Run came out, making me realize that muscular bodies cool look great AND were extremely fun to draw.
As my OCs were a team of highly-trained secret agents, this was the perfect opportunity, and I was inspired to draw more and more. From that point on, I realized I was having fun drawing, and most importantly, that I was satisfied with what I drew, and I continued to draw both my OCs, and any and all fanart I was inspired to create.
I felt a little bit of an artblock by the middle of the year, but in retrospect, it made a lot of sense. I’d suddenly drawn so much the few months before, of course I would eventually burn out. It still felt important to me to continue going forward with my art though, so... I focused on what I needed, explored different methods, and still drew a few good pieces. 2020 is the first year ever in which my Summary of art isn’t missing a month.
Around October, I started to take my new work rythm seriously. One day I’ll write for my current main project, @murderfabrication, and the next I will either draw or rest. Because of that, I found myself drawing almost every two days. Between October and December, I was even able to draw Danganronpa sprites and a Danganronpa-styled illustration for pleasure (and Murder Fabrication ofc) again, when that had become a chore in 2019.
This year is the year I enjoyed drawing. Something always felt off before, because I had no idea what I was doing, but that’s over. I’m still not great, but... some of my art is good. It just is. Hell, I even drew a few profiles this year-- that’s how confident I am. I started drawing in a sketched style because I realized that was what I enjoyed the most and, oddly, that allowed me to get better at sketching to the point that when I do lineart now I actually... don’t... need to do lineart. My sketches are now so confident and solid now that I barely ever need to edit them for the final result... when I’d been known for my terribly messy sketches for years.
Yeah...
I don’t expect anything out of 2021. I always hope for the worst, so I’ll either turn out to be right, or pleasantly surprised. But I’ll continue to work the way I’ve been working these last few months (this very week doesn’t count - I’m on break!), and I hope to be able to draw more things I like.
If you like my artstyle in any capacity... Please look through my art this year on this blog. I’m really proud of it.
#summary of art#summary of art 2020#danganronpa#steins;gate#akudama drive#apotropaism#oc#original character#original art#my art#digital art#2020#long post#retrospective#cw: mental health
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I apologize for my long absence and inactivity. I’ve already explained most of the information I’m about to share on my Instagram but with how busy things were and my phone not working, I never got around to explaining it here. I feel really terrible about my lack of new content/Kevamie art, so I feel as though I deserve an explanation.
I still really love Kevamie, and still have so many plans and ideas for it. Things just got hard once I was mourning, and it sent me into a major artblock. It got worse when my insecurities over my art started making me have awful feelings, feelings that would constantly make me feel like a terrible person and cause me to breakdown many times. The only motivation I’ve had to create was for vent art/edits, most being of Jasper from camp camp since he’s been a huge comfort character as I’ve been going through all this. I feel bad any time I draw or make something that isn’t Kevin or Jamie related, but I normally vent with specific characters that struggle with the same feelings I’m having. I usually use Kevin for vent art, but he just didn’t match the feelings/situation I was struggling with. I took time to focus on myself and rest until I was able to get out of this emotional state. I’m still struggling on being able to detach from certain triggers, especially when they’re everywhere and hard to avoid. It always brings back negative thoughts and sends me into a panic anytime I see it.
When the su movie was coming up, I was so excited about finding some motivation to get back into drawing su and Kevamie again, but when school came back, I was forced to give up the iPad since I would be ‘too busy to draw anymore’. It’s really complicated, as the iPad I’ve been using for years was never really mine to begin with, and has now been taken away. I’ve literally spent a whole week trying to save years worth of work and unfinished drawings/projects that I never posted or got around to finish. I won’t be able to draw digitally for now, but I’ll try to save up to eventually buy a new iPad for myself so I can get back into drawing and making edits again, it’ll just take a lot of time since any money I save usually ends up being used for school supplies. Until then, I’m stuck on doing art traditionally. It’s really frustrating since I was always proud of all the effort I put into my digital art. I always thought that my ideas were a lot more believable of something that could actually happen on a show, but now it’ll be hard for me to achieve that look as I’m not as skilled compared to what I’m able to do digitally. I apologize in advance if my content won’t be good as before. I’ll be sharing some old artwork/edits I never got around to posting on here. I’m working on some rough sketches for ideas, but they take a while since I’m usually busy creating art for school. It’s why I’ve mainly been making a lot of new video edits since I’m at least able to do that on my phone.I’m still dealing with bad feelings so I apologize if the majority of my art/edits are vents, but I’ll try to create actual art as well to get out of the bad habit of making vents all the time and instead focus on creating something more positive.
If you’ve read everything and made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read this. I’m really really sorry and just hope I haven’t disappointed you guys
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it’s been a while but here’s another batch of asks!! thank you for sending them in
photoshop and a wacom cintiq! i’ve had it since 2016 and i love it very much
thank you!!! hmm i’m not sure if i have any tricks to it, but i think that getting in the bnha fandom has been the best thing for my art and motivation in a long time. having a passion for something helps a lot! i kind of have a problem on the opposite end where i get too excited about drawing and draw hours into the night, which isn’t good for my health;;
something that works for my art process is gathering all my drawing ideas and cool reference pics on my phone and then sketching whatever i feel like sketching! it helps so that i always have different things to draw and i don’t feel obligated to force myself into finishing a piece if it’s just not working, but it also means i have a bunch of months old wips lying around ahaha
i still get artblocked though, i think that’s goes for everyone. when it feels like nothing’s coming out right in a drawing i’ll go work on a different wip, doodle silly things i’m not going to post anywhere, or go take a walk/watch some videos/read a webcomic and return when i’m feeling up for it
for your other question i don’t think i’ve ever had trouble with confidence posting things, even at the beginning where i wasn’t very good haha. it could be helpful to think of it as just posting for yourself to document all your artwork, and think of positive feedback as a bonus!
usually i’ll get stuff from google images, but sometimes i take my own! nothing fancy, just setting up my phone camera on a timer and taking a pic if i need a pose reference
i look really weird doing it jgfdsf but it’s very helpful
i think people think of it different ways but i use it to describe the clean up stage! like in this post for example –– first i start with a rough sketch, color it with flat colors and sometimes a bit of shading, and then merge the layers and start defining areas, redrawing lines, adding filters. it’s easier for me to start with different layers so that i can fix stuff quickly, and then begin rendering with the final touches on a single layer when different layers become more troublesome than useful
ahh i’m probably not the best person to ask because i focus a lot more on deku :’) i think bakugou’s still very immature but he’s getting there? maybe? i’d have to reread
i’m glad his classmates at UA aren’t totally accepting of his behavior like his middle school lackeys, hopefully that helps him grow up a bit. i haven’t watched all of naruto but something that bothered me was how everyone took sasuke seriously even when he was being ridiculous. someone please make fun of this dude and his terrible judgment,,
for me bakugou’s in this weird grey area where his actions are too exaggerated to really think of him as a real person and seriously analyze his character (which sounds silly because they’re all cartoon characters, i hope this makes sense haha) so the way i depict bakugou and his relationship with midoriya + his classmates is more jokingly, or maybe idealized? idk i think this is a complicated way for me to say that i like to draw comics that make fun of bakugou HGFJH (which is probably why i like bakusquad stuff the most out of all bakugou content)
i’d really like a scene where bakugou apologizes or directly faces the consequences of how he treated midoriya but i have the feeling we’re not going to see that;; he’s probably going to stay a bit of a turd for the rest of bnha
also since i think it’s relevant to my thoughts about their dynamic, here are the tags from my last drawing of them! #edit: i got a few messages asking me if i ship bakudeku and i dont. sorry to mislead!! #i drew them more friendly than usual which is probably the closest i’ll get to actual ship content #to be honest i don’t draw even the few pairings i do like more explicitly romantic than them standing next to each other bhfjgh #drawing romance is usually less fun than drawing people doing friend stuff #or in this case #bakugou getting bullied by a pomeranian
ahh i’m actually wondering that myself :’) i think the big question is whether to go for a company that handles most of the work themselves and gives you a bit of profit, or open a store yourself and have to spend time packaging your own things. i’d really love to do the latter since i want to be able to control the quality, but i’m not sure if i have the time to manage it the way i’d like
not currently but i finished the ones i already had, so possibly in the near future! the last time i opened them was just on instagram, so i’ll remember to let you guys know here as well :D
@madeline-makes-stuff i’m not super active on discord but i’m in this bnha art server!
ahh i feel kind of weird talking about follower counts so probably no raffles or events like that, sorry;;
i’m currently attending carnegie mellon university in their school of art!! northeastern is pretty close to my home though so i’m familiar with it –– i was actually accepted there as a game design major and they sent me some valentines candy in a husky box, it was really sweet :’)
aw i haven’t listened to any episodes in a while but it’s still very dear to me! i’m planning to draw some taz this month B) i love all the stuff the mcelroys make, especially monster factory!
and that’s it for now!! also wanted to say thank you so much everyone for your kind asks, they’re all really appreciated HFJGHF;; i keep them all in my inbox and in my heart
#ocs#i'm sorry this has taken so long ghdjg#they've been piling up#maybe i'll stop doing the batch system ? or stop putting so much effort into the drawings i post them with because it takes so long :')#if i didn't see your question please feel free to message me!!#or check my about or previous asks since there were a couple repeats#asks#art questions tag#my art#Anonymous#fin
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decade art recap!!! it’s been wild! i’m nowhere NEAR where i want to be- there’s so much i want to learn and continue to develop, but i have definitely grown a lot as a hobbyist artist and i’m allowed to feel happy about it! (click for better res & so u can read the summaries, but i’ll also recap below the cut)
2010: still only SUPER casually doing art but this was the year i actually started feeling more proud of what i drew and wanted to show it off! i was really into tim burton and dbz, so both burton and toriyama started influencing my art style. i couldn’t draw boys and i certainly couldn’t draw girls with small boobs :(
2011: started copying anime styles i liked, so i was really influenced by akira toriyama, tite kubo, and yana toboso (and i think my CLAMP artstyle phase was this year too dslkdjfhsk), started drawing more boys and got in trouble for drawing gay ship art! this year was also my first attempts at digital art, but i didn’t have a tablet so I was coloring everything with a mouse (and doing a very bad job)
2012: Still mostly influenced by tite kubo, made a LOT of bleach OCs. however, this was the year I started deciding i didn’t really wanna do “anime” art (i was sick of getting asked the age old question “is that anime???” which, i still get asked, go figure). this was the year i also found one of my fave artists of all time, phobs, and i really wanted to start being more stylistic. i also started focusing on drawing busts only
2013: i started drawing a little more “realistically,” and tried to make things look WAY less cartoon-y... i also had less time for art as i was stuck in a major that i absolutely DESPISED and rarely had downtime for art :( (i was also going thru my kpop phase, so i was trying to be a cool kpop fanartist which obvi did not work out lol)
2014: this was the year art kind of exploded for me- i switched majors and was a LOT happier, so i had more time and energy to constantly doodle (which i did!). i got really into JJBA this year, so i was influenced by araki (despite my claims of not wanting to do “anime”) and i think i was really encouraged by his style and tried to draw more outlandish things (none of which are showcased here lol). i also still loved phobs’ style and was trying to mimic it, but couldn’t and ended up falling into “same face syndrome” territory (i still have this problem lol)
2015: i studied abroad this year, so i was kind of jet-setting everywhere. i did a lot of paper doodles/sketch dumps, but no huge projects. HOWEVER, this was the year i think i really started to kind of let go of wanting to perfectly copy phobs’ style (which i never managed to get down lol) and kind of started to find my own groove/style (i say style loosely, as that implies i actually have a consistent art style lmao)
2016: this was the year i got my first tablet (the one i still use to this day)! i really started delving more into digital art and reading tutorials on how to make art look unique, but i would frequently rely on coloring over pencil sketches as i wasn’t confident in my tablet abilities yet. i NEVER drew backgrounds and RARELY drew anything other than busts slkdfjlsjk
2017: this was a good art year for me, i think!! it became more of a therapeutic endeavor and relaxed me instead of frustrating me constantly. i really pushed myself to try and do something more with my backgrounds and i really worked to combat same face syndrome
2018: this was a rough year for me mentally- my job was super draining and i hardly had time for ANYTHING outside of it. due to that, i was constantly unsatisfied with everything i drew, so finishing a piece was a huge challenge. i DID manage to bust out a few pieces that had bolder colors and i also tried to draw fewer busts (settled on 3/4 portraits instead lmaoooo). this is around the time i started feeling more comfortable in photoshop
2019: my artblock, frustration and lack of motivation persisted pretty much until august of this year, when i picked up fire emblem and my desire to create kind of got jump-started again. i ended up doing a lot of fe fanart bc it was what kept me motivated and happy and i feel like it helped me be a little more ambitious than i had been in the past. as this year ends, and as i head into the next decade, i really want to focus on just drawing what makes me happy- be it fanart or ocs in a style i like and feel happy with- and kind of forget about the attention (or lack thereof) i get on social media~
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Not just my best posts, but also my best memories.
Each post on here has been compiled into this list based upon the amount of likes.
But each one on here also holds the amazing memories that I've created for myself and friends to share.
As much as my memories might fail me currently, I will always remember the fun I had with each of these.
1). 164 notes - 29 July 2018
"Thoughts, and processes"
This was not only one of the hardest long posts things to put together, but was also my most heartfelt.
After many months of being an anxious kid who never really spoke to his friends, I finally decided to make a post expressing my actual feelings toward the people who played a major impact of how I became.
I wanted to finally break my shell, show everyone that I did more than make creepy art of other people.
Honestly, without this post helping me to become a more outspoken person, I probably would have left this site cause of my loneliness.
2). 107 notes - 04 June 2018
"Hey guys,"
This is another one of my long posts.
It didn't have that great of a meaning like the previous, but it was still a tribute to many people I look up to.
I'm proud of it, epersonally since it outshines the type of stuff I do currently.
3). 98 notes - 12 February 2018
This one.
It really captured the creative mind I had back then.
It also captured my inability to write stories.
I had fun with it, nonetheless.
Lots of thought had to go into the situations for each, ans it all spawned because of four special people giving me weird ideas for an artblock.
*cough* naw, pehn, shibb, and cawk.
Thank you guys for helping me to create things like this.
4). 80 notes - 08 January 2018
Another very wired drawing set.
It was my first attempt at being comedic with my creep art.
Seeing how it has 80 notes, I can say that it worked.
I might go back and use this to help inspire my art in the future.
5). 76 notes - 04 November 2018
"My Delta rune experience consisted of"
I don't hate jevil as much as before.
Don't get me wrong, he's an awful boss, but the memeingnof it with my friends has helped me turn the other cheek.
I just hope I don't have to fight him in the future.
6). 74 notes - 05 March 2018
Oof, color. Luckily it wasn't the focus of the post.
This post was originally just a face meme thing that naw made, and used a quote on quote "idea" from kittehoddkat to help me create a story for the entire thing.
It one of the first times I talked with Kat intently, and I'm glad I got the chance to, as he has become one of my closest friends.
Really glad we met.
7). 62 notes - 30 November 2018
"Existing is fun until you gotta do things."
One of the posts that highlight how I can just jokingly vent my feelings and people like wethepotterheads0214 and blackpaladin47396 will show me that lots of other people feel the exact same way.
Being classified as a mood is funny to me, especially when I feel so different from everyone else.
Stuff like that really brings me down to earth.
8). 60 notes - 06 October 2018
"First part of the party project, a little guide on how a social gathering should be handled. This part will be on what type of..."
The project that I tried so hard to finish but gave up near the end.
I still had fun with this, while it lasted.
The overall contentment that the participants expressed was enough to satisfy me.
I hope that I can try again with something like this, but with a greater motivation and passion.
9). 55 notes - 29 September 2018
I'm not gonna explain this one.
10). 48 notes - 15 December 2018
"Two days left, might as well post n s f w art I've made. All stuff from discord involving @pehntahpenne 's mixi. If my blog..."
It looked like the end to us, but it turn out to not be as bad as I expected.
This site has been a home to me for so long, and it's gonna take more than a porn ban to get this ass eater to leave.
Thank you all who supported my decision to stand my ground, especially the person who owns the character I drew.
I am looking forward to being here next year, making stupid posts about my depression, ass obssesion, and my dash being completely ruined by Alex and others.
Thank you everyone who took time out of their lives for a shithead like me.
And thank you everyone who took their time to read this.
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am I going to be called a creepy stalker if I would say that I want you to answer all of these? ;;-; if you can't, just answer a few random
oh my no!! that is so sweet, i’ll try to answer all of them ; v ;
1. What is you middle name?
Sophie! When I was young I didn’t really like it, but now I kinda love it.
2. How old are you?
I’m sweet 16. A lot of people think that I’m about 20 because I look older
3. When is your birthday?
March 29th!
4. What is your zodiac sign?
A fluffy Aries B )
5. What is your favorite color?
Aah I don’t have one I guess. Black of course, it’s witchy and edgy. Gold. I love golden jewelry. A burgundy! I have like ton of lipsticks in burgundy shade. It’s my fave trio.
6. What’s your lucky number?
18! I had an 18 as my number in school for like nine years and 18 is the age of majority in Poland. I’ll get my septum piercing and tattoo at 18 : D
7. Do you have any pets?
I have a black old cat that is really mean and hates me : ( But we are thinking with my mom about a dog! Shiba Inu probably ; w ;
8. Where are you from?
Poland. I really don’t like my country ah
9. How tall are you?
About 160 cm or something around 5′2. I’m smol
10. What shoe size are you?
Europe 37/38, US 7 and UK 4 1/2
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
I don’t really know. I wear just two of them. A black laced flat ballets and black oxfords. I’m going to buy classic adidas superstar shoes for Jo cosplay.
12. What was your last dream about?
I don’t have dreams lately : (
13. What talents do you have?
I can draw, sing, play some instruments. But I don’t really call them talents, just hobbies that I’m good at : >
14. Are you psychic in any way?
Sometimes my dreams are prophetic and often I have a feeling that something is gonna happen if someone will do something? Like I once told my mom not to park our car in one place, she didn’t listen and she slightly crashed into other car
15. Favorite song?
Oh god. I don’t have just one. I love My Chemical Romance, Princess Chelsea, Postmodern Jukebox, all musical soundtracks. Now I am listening to The Squip Song from Be More Chill on loop
16. Favorite movie?
The Double [2013], Submarine [2010], Dunkirk [2017], Heathers [1988] I like weird movies and aesthetic movies.
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
My genderbender. Kiddin’ Someone that likes the same things as me. Not all of them, but you know. I have a thing for blonde guys and girls. And I love dark colored eyes. But I think I’ll love anyone. They just have to have this thing.
18. Do you want children?
Hell no. Eventually I’ll adopt one. JUST ONE.
19. Do you want a church wedding?
Nah, I don’t even can.
20. Are you religious?
Nope. I believe in things I want to, but not in god. I believe in reincarnation for example : )
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
Yes. When I was around 3 I broke my leg. And in May 2018 I’m going to have an operation : (
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
Naah. I’m a good child.
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
Nope. I mean some polish comic artists. Does this count?
24. Baths or showers?
Baths. I love to sleep in my bathroom in bath full of hot water.
25. What color socks are you wearing?
A colorful ones ; )
26. Have you ever been famous?
Idk. I have some ‘fans’ in Poland and some people call me their ‘senpai’, but I can’t call it being famous.
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
I want to be a famous comic artist or animator ; ; I think everyone wanted to be famous at least once in their lives.
28. What type of music do you like?
Anything that is edgy enough ; )
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
No, ew.
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
Three or four? I like to have my head high when I sleep.
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
On my right or left side of the body. I can’t sleep on my back because it hurts me.
32. How big is your house?
I have a big flat I think.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
Nothing actually. I know it’s not healthy but I can’t eat in the morning : (
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
Never, but I would like to ; )
35. Have you ever tried archery?
Yes, but my hands are too weak for that : (
36. Favorite clean word?
‘totally’
37. Favorite swear word?
simply ‘fuck’ in a lot of variations : )
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
almost 50 hours, I was watching Gotham : D
39. Do you have any scars?
On my right leg because of the splints in my leg when I was 3. And a little hole-thing??? On my nose bridge because of chickenpox!
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
Never. I am chubby and in Poland if you are chubby it equals being ugly ; )
41. Are you a good liar?
The best one >: )
42. Are you a good judge of character?
I think yes. I can sometimes tell what kind of person someone is just by looking at them. We don’t have to talk, I’m just guessing correctly by their attitude.
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
Yes, a lot of them actually.
44. Do you have a strong accent?
I don’t think so. I can imitate other accents really good if I practice so you can’t hear that polish accent.
45. What is your favorite accent?
I think russian, french and australian?
46. What is your personality type?
Hmm. I am an introvert. I am really shy, I’m not good company at parties because I’m too scared to do funny things. But when you get to know me better I’m kinda funny person, I’m REALLY sarcastic and mean in that funny way. I’m just a little bit scared of people : (
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
I have that one dress that was made for me and it was 400 pln, something around 112 usd
48. Can you curl your tongue?
Yes I can!
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
Totally an innie.
50. Left or right handed?
Right handed. I wish I could use both of my hands : /
51. Are you scared of spiders?
Fucking yes. I scream really loud when I see them.
52. Favorite food?
Italian kitchen is my fave.
53. Favorite foreign food?
Only Italian.
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
Both. I’m living in mess until I decide that this is too much and then my room is so clean you could eat from the floor.
55. Most used phrased?
I don’t have one I guess. I USE A LOT OF CAPS LOCK but in verval conversation there is none : /
56. Most used word?
‘actually’ ‘totally’
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
minimum one hour
58. Do you have much of an ego?
I’m a little narcisstic ; )
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
suck ; ))))
60. Do you talk to yourself?
A lot. Sometimes it looks like MPD.
61. Do you sing to yourself?
A lot yes. I am actually singing only to myself : )
62. Are you a good singer?
I think yes???
63. Biggest Fear?
Death and darkness
64. Are you a gossip?
A little. Everyone likes to talk about other people I think????
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
Is The Double dramatic? I guess so.
66. Do you like long or short hair?
Hmm I like short, but long hair can have a lot of cool hairstyles ; ;
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
Not really. But I’m gonna to learn all of them : D
68. Favorite school subject?
Math and English
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
Introvert : (
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
No, never. But I’d like to! I want to see cute fishes : (
71. What makes you nervous?
People.
72. Are you scared of the dark?
Freakin’ yes. I can’t walk in the dark alone because I’m so scared. I can’t even go to the bathroom in the middle of the night : (
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
Sometimes
74. Are you ticklish?
Very. Please don’t try to tickle me EVER.
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
Never, I hate rumors. It is so stupid aaaAAAA
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
I don’t think so.
77. Have you ever drank underage?
Ye. On my friends parties ; )
78. Have you ever done drugs?
Never. And I don’t want to.
79. Who was your first real crush?
A random boy at school idk.
80. How many piercings do you have?
Only ear piercing but I can’t really wear earrings : (
81. Can you roll your Rs?“
Oh yeah. I can roll my Rs really well.
82. How fast can you type?
I don’t know. Kinda fast. Faster than my friends?
83. How fast can you run?
I have asthma so. I can’t really run a lot.
84. What color is your hair?
A greenish-bluish??? I’m going to buy a dark sea-green hair dye ; ;
85. What color is your eyes?
Kinda green-gray I don’t really know. Sometimes they are blue.
86. What are you allergic to?
aAHHH a lot of things. Pollens, animal fur, apples, walnuts, hazelnuts : (
87. Do you keep a journal?
Naah. I’m keeping everything inside my heart and brain. I don’t need to write my thoughts on a paper
88. What do your parents do?
My mom is a dancer and she teaches modern dance in dance school. And my father is an acoustician.
89. Do you like your age?
Not really. Most of teens my age are so stupid ((AAA)) and most of my friends are older than me. 2 years, 4 years older, sometimes even more
90. What makes you angry?
People. When I lost a video game and when I have an artblock. When someone is hurting my friends > (
91. Do you like your own name?
I thinks so. I isn’t my favorite, but I don’t mind.
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
Can we stop. I really hate children aAAAAAAAA. And if I adopt a child they’ll have a name so??? I don’t really have a choice.
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
A boy. Girls are so annyoing until they get old. I know it by myself. I feel annoying too. And boys are stupid, but they aren’t that bitchy like girls : /
94. What are you strengths?
I don’t know. I’m creative and If I decide something you can’t change my mind.
95. What are your weaknesses?
My health : D And I’m really afraid of people in real life.
96. How did you get your name?
Idk. My mom just liked Veronica.
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
Ye. My grand-grandmom was from noble family. We even had some fancy crest??
98. Do you have any scars?
I already answered that question ; /
99. Color of your bedspread?
Grey/white.
100. Color of your room?
Black and white : )
DONE AAA thank you sweet anon. You are not creepy I love you. Also sorry for any mistakes I am stupid and can’t talk in english correctly : (
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