Gaz doodle 💕❤️

when you really adore a part of the loose sketch but you know without a shadow of a doubt that the end product will not retain any of its charm ಥ_ಥ

Requesting a reader watching bayverse donnie work. Platonic or romantic, up to you, just thinking the way you write visual poetry would work good with explaining Donnie’s little work motions.

bay donnie, my beloved [strokes the picture of him i keep in a locket] donatello/reader; gn reader; rated t

Donnie is good with his hands. 

He’s also a sweetheart who patiently tolerates you spending literal hours of your life staring at him, chin propped up on your hands as you watch his work their magic. He’s repairing some piece of tech off his shell that had apparently gotten battered in their last tussle, and it looks like actual witchcraft from where you’re sitting.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you gush as he glides some sort of metallic piece into place like it isn’t the size of a pencil eraser, the tiny little tweezers looking comically small in his hands and yet acting like an extension of him. 

Donnie huffs a laugh, glancing briefly at you out of the corner of his eyes, his gaze warm and intimate even for its short span. “What brought that on, all of the sudden?”

Adoringly, you watch him weave wires into place as easily as Raph knits those cute little scarves for everyone. It’s like he’s not even trying, you think, fully entranced. The electronic world at his hands is a tiny little microcosm of a universe, and he, its god for how effortlessly he creates and moves its parts. You think of all his tech, all around you; how easy it is to forget the mastery required to pull it all together, to maintain it, to treat machine as a medium of art.

“You’re just… amazing,” you repeat, helpless to say anything more without dropping a complete dissertation on the totality of space Donatello has taken as his own in your soul. “The way you can… Just make things. Out of nothing. It’s. It’s really incredible.” 

“Is that why you’re always in here?” he asks, lips quirked up into a little smile that feel a bit like a tease. “To watch me make things?” 

“Well, it doesn’t hurt that you’re easy to look at, either,” you confess, twirling a finger along the surface of his desk shyly. It’s not the first time you’ve flirted with him, and it’s not the first time you’ve watched him bloom under your attention; but it’s new, enough, that it takes a bit of bravery, still. 

“That’s good to hear. I was worried you were only in here for my tech, for a second there,” he says, and only the knowledge that he knows it isn’t true keeps you from swan diving into a lecture about otherwise.

Licking your lips, you slide your palm over your mouth as if muffling your next sentence will make it less dangerous to say. “I… could be in here just for you. If… you wanted me to. If… If you’d let me.”

“Let you?” he echoes in surprise, finally looking away from the delicate electrical work in his hands so his hazel gaze meets you full on. “You do realize you’re the only other person allowed in here, right?” 

Butterflies catching in your throat, you shift your weight from one hip to the other and swallow. “I-I know. But—”

Donnie narrows his eyes as he studies you, leaving you feel a bit like a specimen under a microscope. Still, you let him, because any amount of his attention feels good, even if it means peeling off your skin and letting him see the way your heart has changed to the shape of him. 

“—But I want to know,” you admit quietly, pressing the pads of your fingers to your lips before they fall to the table to trace anxious shapes. “…That it’s different. For me.”

Donnie’s face smooths a little as he understands what you’re asking of him, and smooth as silk, he dips in close and brushes his lips against yours. It’s gentle enough to make you gasp, shocked that something can be so soft and still raise sensation, every hair on your arms standing at attention from the sheer intimacy of it. Leaning in, you seek more, slotting your mouth under his and inviting him closer to your hummingbird heartbeat. 

His hands cup your jaw, pulling you towards him, holding you in place as he tilts his head and sinks further into you. He tastes sweet, you think dreamily, sighing out and curling your fingers on the edge of his plastron. 

“It’s different,” he murmurs against your mouth, his lips catching yours for how much he can’t bear to pull away now that he’s gotten started; like now that he’s allowed himself to have you, he’s never going to let you go. The thought makes you smile and laugh, because oh, how could he ever think you’d want to leave?

“You’re amazing,” you sigh out again, and this time, he laughs, his hands finding you instead of his tools.

𓅨 Shifting Wings: Chapter Fifteen

Shifting Wings: Before the Raven Matthew, there was Jessamy, and Jessamy came with a little sister by the name of Adrienne. Dream adores his two little Ravens, but after over a hundred years of imprisonment and the death of Jessamy, Dream will find that he has not just lost his companion, but his beloved little Raven Adrienne no longer brightens the halls of his Palace. None of his staff wish to speak of where the Raven has gone, but the silent new resident of the palace is cause for question. After all, she was the one who aided in his release. If none of his subjects would help him find Adrienne, perhaps she could lead him to the whereabouts of the missing Raven. If only the woman wasn’t so flighty and hard to track down.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No), You Get ONE Happy Chapter!

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x FemaleRaven!Reader, NAMED Reader (I like the name).

Word Count: ~2.4k

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“I’ve got ‘em, Luce,” You called as you picked up the books that had appeared on the shelving bookshelf, newly written. Lucienne leaned over the railing of the second floor, her brow furrowed.

“That is not your duty, Adrienne,” Holding the books against your chest, you looked up at the librarian with a raised brow.

“I didn’t say it was,” You replied before pointing out the obvious. “But you are swamped and I’ve nothing to do so don’t argue with me.” Lucienne wanted to glare at you as you moved towards the shelves, but she couldn’t argue with that fact.

“If Lord Morpheus catches you…”

“Lord Morpheus is far too busy to be constantly watching me,” You cut her off while sliding a book into place. “And should it come to that, I will handle it.”

“He may be busy but he shall never be so busy that he does not have the time to check on you,” Lucienne warned before shuffling away. You turned back to the shelves and put the rest of the books in your arms, away. Ultimately, you found yourself wandering the halls of the palace, enjoying seeing the many dreamers that now frequented the realm. You preferred it to be more lively for you knew that it pleased Morpheus to see his realm filled once again.

There were a group of dreamers wandering through the open parts of the palace, guided by Pācātus, the dream of calm and peacefulness. Of course they weren’t explicitly supposed to follow her, for the Dreaming was a place to dream not be hindered by walls. Occasionally some broke away to inspect places of the palace closer, like the ballroom, or the billiards room, even the music room was a popular gathering place. Hands behind your back, you wandered yourself, admiring the many murals painted upon the ceiling.

You probably ought to spent a week just walking the halls, seeing all of the murals that decorated both walls and ceilings… but even then it wouldn’t be enough time to full enjoy the place you lived within.

“You like art too?” Upon hearing a voice beside you, you turned your head to see a dreamer admiring the artwork. You smiled pleasantly.

“Very much so, I consider it my profession,” The dreamer raised his eyebrow at your words and his own smile widened. “I haven’t painted murals like this,” You continued, turning your eyes back to the artwork high above. “But I love to draw and paint.”

“Is that why you are here and not with the tour group?” The dreamer asked, taking a step closer. “I mean the dream leading it seems really knowledgable and how often do you get to visit a place like this?”

“I’m not one to follow the predetermined path,” You answered, turning in place to face him. “Do you enjoy the pencil and brush as well? Or do you prefer to appreciate?”

“I’m a photographer,” The dreamer explained to you, he flashed you another charming smile. “I do a lot of portraits and I can say that you are a very photogenic woman,”

“Am I?” You blinked and considered his words. “I do not think I have ever had my picture taken, let alone had a portrait made.”

“Well that’s a shame, you are such a beautiful woman.” You opened your mouth to thank him for his compliment, when someone called your name, your other name.

“Corvus,” Your head snapped around to see Morpheus brooding at the other end of the room. He was glowering, you could see that. He had also called you Corvus. He only did that for official business and even then it was never to you, always in reference. “Come, we have work to do.” Had you forgotten a meeting or talk with him? What had sullied his mood? You couldn’t remember and looked back to the dreamer with an apologetic smile.

“Apologies, but I must return to my duties, please enjoy the rest of your stay within our realm,” You were walking past the dreamer towards Morpheus, unable to see the shock and disappointment on the dreamers face. When you reached Morpheus, he took your elbow and was promptly striding away, pulling you along. Morpheus’s pace was fast, his long legs taking great strides while you scrambled to catch up. “Morpheus?” You asked, panicking that you had forgotten something important with the way he was dragging you along. “Morpheus did I forget—”

You were spun in dizzying circle while ushered into an alcove. Just as your back hit the wall, Morpheus cupped the side of your face and loomed over you, pressing his lips against your own. He kissed you with ferocious passion, highlighted by a touch of possession for he had not liked the sight of a dreamer flirting with you. You were his consort, not that dreamer’s. So the Endless kissed you, licked at your lips with his devilish tongue until you parted them with a soft sigh and then took more.

You whimpered softly when his tongue tangled with yours and lifted yourself onto your toes. Your hands slipped over his shoulders and pulled Morpheus closer to your body, and the Endless fed off it. Morpheus clutched you closer, his free hand wandering over your sculpted body and devouring what he found there. Breaking the tongue lock, Morpheus kissed you again and again, ravaging your lips until they stung and you were gasping. Melting against him.

“You are my consort,” He growled against your lips, his breaths heavy and thick. You shuddered and raised a hand to slip your fingers into midnight strands. He kissed you once more, this time pressing so close your faces were touching. “And I should make you my queen so that all dreamers know the you are not available.” Oh, oh my. Now you understood what had gotten into him. Stroking your fingers through Morpheus’s hair, you pushed back against his rabid kisses. You flicked your tongue along his lips, enjoying the way Morpheus’s grasp upon your body tightened, and then slipped your tongue across his once more. You really could never get enough of his cosmic taste. Several more moments of fevered kisses passed before Morpheus pulled back, resting his forehead on yours and brushing his fingers down your cheek. “I am going to make you my queen, Adrienne, tomorrow if it means that every dreamer knows you are mine.”

You blinked and tilted your head back to look in his eyes.

“Morpheus, I am sure that is not necessary…” You soothed, running your fingers further through his hair and nuzzling your face against his. Your physical touch always seemed to calm him down. “The dreamers are fleeting and ignorant, take no mind to their whims.”

“Their whims should not involve you, beloved,” Morpheus answered you, soaking in the heat from your lips and face. He wanted more. He wanted so much more and he could have it. You didn’t gasp or blink when Morpheus plucked your feet from the floor, you didn’t mind when sand wove around your body and the alcove disappeared. You definitely didn’t complain when you and Morpheus appeared in your bedroom and you were deposited onto your bed. Morpheus loomed over you, framing you in while his lips carved lines of tingles along your shoulder and neck.

“You know I am only yours,” You whispered, sliding your fingers over Morpheus’s shoulders and up his neck. Turning your head, you kissed his hair. “Did you not form me for you?” A rumble sounded from Morpheus, one caught between satisfaction and yearning. “Your dream of ravens. Your Corvus.”

“I wish for all who sets their gaze upon you to instantly know that you are mine,” He added, teeth tugging at the neckline of your waistcoat, then to your button down. You were always dressed impeccably, there was no denying that, but at the moment? Your clothes were a hinderance. So he got rid of them without a second thought. Morpheus pressed his mouth against your neck, kissing your skin and running his teeth at the point where your pulse of life fluttered.

Moaning sweetly, one of your hands departed onyx locks to drag down Morpheus’s neck. The Endless shivered beneath your touch, raspily groaning beneath your barely there touch. Morpheus had an infinite amount of patience, but not when it came to you. While his hands wandered your body with an increased fervor, teeth scraped up your neck. Morpheus returned his lips to yours. He kissed you hungrily, body draping along yours as remaining fabric separating your bodies disappeared.

Morpheus held your jaw and kissed you repeatedly for a few seconds more, slowly, deeply, making sure that his tongue was as tangled with yours as possible. Your fingertips trickled down his back, tracing the beautiful lines before you sank your nails into his flesh and breathlessly whined. You could only take him kissing you like this for a little while before needed more.

“Morpheus,” You whined, squirming beneath him and scratching further at his skin. Your Endless lover dragged his tongue across your lip and kissed you deeply once more before pulling back to look in your eyes. You gave him a pleading look and tugged on his hair. “Please don’t tease me, not this day,” You whimpered, feeling his beautifully sculpted body pressing against yours. Morpheus nuzzled your face and brushed his lips back over yours.

“Do not despair, my dream, for I do not intend to keep you at my mercy,” Morpheus purred, running a hand down your side and appreciating your gentle curves. That devilish touch didn’t stop until your legs were pushed apart, and even then, as Morpheus slid his cock into your eagerly waiting body, his touch was quick to return to your stomach. He could feel the way you trembled, lavished in your breathy sounds, and thoroughly enjoyed the way you twisted beneath him for more.

“Morpheus, my love,” You gasped out when he pressed the length of his body against yours. You could feel every inch of his length within you, feel every hardened muscle and tendon that was draped along your softer body. Your walls clenched around Morpheus’s cock and he angled your face so he was looking in your eyes once more.

“Are you really that hungry for me, my dream?” He questioned softly. You opened your mouth to reply but midway through your first syllable, Morpheus drew his hips back and sank back into your hot cunt. A strained gurgle departed your lips while you dug the nails of your left hand into his back. He nuzzled your face and brushed his lips against yours. “Hmm? Use your words, beloved,” You wanted to. Oh how you wanted to, but every time you tried he just thrust back into your body and stole your breath and sound. That made the Endless very happy, for his smirk widened every time you whimpered or squeaked when his hips met yours. He liked the feeling your pelvis rubbing against his, the more skin the better.

It was a particular vice of his to feel your arousal slipping from your body and smearing against his skin when he ground his hips against yours. Feel the way you slowly writhed and clung closer each and every time Morpheus’s cock slipped through your clenching walls to bury so deeply you would feel him for days. Morpheus was obsessed with you, obsessed with your touch, with your love, and his being ached with how much he felt for you. You cried out once more, your body clenching around the cock that somehow managed hit the perfect spot every time Morpheus thrust into your body. The pleasure building within your body was getting to be too much, that you knew. Morpheus pressed his lips against the skin beneath your ear.

“Tell me, my dream,” He rasped, urging you, pushing you towards ecstasy in a way that left your nails raking harshly across his back. “Tell me, beloved, how much do you need me?” You gasped and clenched your legs around him, digging fingers into his flesh, bucking your hips into the ones crashing against your own. “Tell me.”

“Ravenous,” You finally managed to wail, twisting your face so your own as near his. You had tears of frustration within your eyes because as much as you wanted to feel the high of an orgasm, your dark and dangerous lover was keeping you at the brink and not allowing you to fall. “I. Am. Ravenous!”  Entirely pleased with your wails, Morpheus kissed your lips and pushed you over the edge.

Head falling back, your entire body convulsed for a few seconds, tremoring and shaking as you came harshly around Morpheus’s cock. The high and pleasure rushing through your veins had such a grip on your body you could barely feel Morpheus continuing to fuck you, eyes glowing as he finally chased after his own pleasure. He spilled his seed into your body, shuddering and clutching you close to him when you whimpered and twitched, your body going slack beneath him. Morpheus allowed himself the pleasure to half lay on you, using your soft body as a place of comfort.

“I do not believe Abel will forgive us if we elope.” You spoke softly, slowly coming down from the high of pleasure and ecstasy. Your fingers returned to dark strands and you stroked Morpheus’s hair “And Matthew said he wants to be a bridesman, but I do not know what that means…”

“It is tempting thought.” Morpheus mused, nuzzling his face into your neck. “But you are right, beloved, many of our people would not be happy if we did so.”

“So what shall we do then?” You asked, wondering what to do about this predicament… because the longer you remained unmarried, the higher the chance there was of Morpheus taking off with you to elope.

“First thing tomorrow I shall convene with Lucienne and Mervyn to discuss planning our wedding, beloved,” Morpheus murmured, kissing your neck. You smiled and stroked his scalp, holding him close and resting your cheek against the top of his head. “We shall be joined within Fiddler’s Green, at the lavender grove, surrounded by our people and family.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest. Jessamy’s remains were buried in the lavender grove. You would be getting married with your sister at your side. Tears prickled at the edges of yours, tears of both sadness and happiness. Jessamy would never truly be gone, for she would live on in the heart of The Dreaming.

“That sounds perfect, my Dream.” You whispered, finally at peace with your sisters passing.

Date Published: 8/9/23

Last Edit: 8/9/23

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Horse brainrot update lll !

Tested out a new type of rendering and I adore it so far I'm totally gonna incorporate it sndnsncn

Pencil brush my beloved <33

i found a new pencil brush so here is a quick sketch of of adam parrish my beloved

Hi! Hope you're doing well. I really like the way your art looks, and wanted to ask if you have any advice on how to stop the endless ctrl+Zing that happens when you're doing lineart? (Was gonna post a gif showing it but it won't let me send links in asks) -- Have a good one o/

hey! i'm very glad to hear you like my art and even more that you'd ask for my advice! :D

me and lineart go waaay back... that is to say i liked doing it more than any other thing in the art process. i hate coloring and still do. lineart my beloved... but also, these days as my art evolved i stopped doing actual ""Clean"" lineart anymore. what you see in my more recent works are essentially the first and only "line draft" or sketch layer so to speak? i just spend a lot of time refining it. and this is how i do that:

duplicate + merge layers to achieve your desired lineweight and erase as needed!

also important to note is as much as i talk about drawing/lining/sketching on a single layer... if the drawing isnt working i will just do it the "traditional" way and make a whole new layer and start from there :0 if that is your preferred way then set the sketch to 10-15% opacity max... makes it so the finished lineart wont look "worse than the sketch"...!!

what else... hm i feel like my lineart game changed when i found a brush i liked. i currently use derwent, a default procreate brush under 'pencils' i think? to get that sketchy yet yummy thin at the end look. but i also change my brushes every time i feel like im in a 'slump'. experimentation is key! get curious and curiouser on what u can achieve with different mediums.

additionally, if you're looking for advice on achieving "line confidence" (like lack of ctrl+z-ing your problems away) then thats a whole other thing. what i find to have best helped me is essentially just doing what this video tells u to and profitting!! i realized ive been doing it for years as a kid just emulating my fav fanarts and yeah. ofc there's more i can say but this is getting long enough, feel free to shoot another ask and i can expand!

as always with art though, feel free to also break these rules as you see fit! :D have fun

Hia Drill teeths I gotta question about your pens, there's so many awesome beautiful colors in your artwork, I'm curious how many pens are in your collection overall? (also I'm glad to hear you're feeling a lil better here's hoping for a full recovery in the near future)

I actually don’t know the exact number because I have a bunch of extra stuff in storage. I love traditional art supplies. Especially markers and pens. Pictured here is my shark. Beloved pencil case with some water based markers and pens plus a couple mechanical pencils and erasers. Then my drawer with pens that are almost dried out, so I used them mainly for accents not until I get new ones. And then my Ohuhu brush and chisel alcohol markers in their cozy carrying case.

I just have LOTS.

Also thank you for the well wishes! The flare up has mostly gone back down. Just a mild on and off headache today and a bit achey in the joints.

good news: new pen arrived

bad news: pen pressure is different so all my brushes look different. mechanical pencil my beloved....what have they done to you......

Has anyone ever asked what kind of brushes you use for Procreate? I’m very new to the program and still trying to learn my way around it 🦇

Hi! 🦇

I mostly use the default ones tbh, mixed with a downloaded watercolour pack. I might tweak the stroke path, stabilization and taper in the settings depending on the brush, but that's about it!

A few screenshots of my fav below the cut, sorry in advance my tablet is set in french:

Last WIP - First time using the shale one for lineart, it's super smooth I love it, 10/10

Textured pencil lines are usually my go-to for lineart and rough unblended shading, with a preference for 6B (my beloved).

All of my blood textures are a blend of default organic brushes, mostly trial and error but they can provide some really cool results!

And the watercolour ones are from MaxPack, they're not cheap but very good! I use them all the time, even when I'm not trying to have a watercolour feel they have some great blending brushes for shading and good paper textures. (All the freckles I paint are from their splatter brushes, see above.)

Hope this was at least a bit helpful!

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*Slides a piece of cheese in your direction*

May I ask what tools/brushes you use for your beautiful art?

thank you for the cheese offering! i hope it's colby jack

as for my brushes- depends on what i'm painting! but here are my main three:

**i use clip studio paint!! you can find these on the asset store. my main brush that i use for so, so much, is this flat marker brush. [[Content ID: 1702959]]

^^ on it's default settings, it makes me feel like i'm using an actual pencil, its very nice. when it comes to soft fuzzy textures such as the ones i have been using to paint Wally lately, i've been using this brush! [[Content ID: 1970099]] my other main go to that has been with my art process for about two years now, is this beloved Old Painter brush. [[Content ID: 1807630]]

I use the more painterly brushes by alternating the amount/density of paint options. but something i find very Important to Note is that i often prefer my paintings to have varied textured- you might find hatching, dots, or canvas texture in some of them- and while i do have quite a list of recommendations [that i wouldn't mind sharing here if desired] i feel that those three i mentioned above are,, fairly accurate to What I Use the Most Lately. be fun! be spontaneous, try new brushes, and remember that even simple brushes like that marker brush can make so many different fun textures all on it's own.

Clip studio paint cosmic brush

#Clip studio paint cosmic brush series#

#Clip studio paint cosmic brush series#

Also included is my absolute favorite new drawing tool, the 600 Series Pencil, inspired by the Blackwing 602. Gouache is a medium as varied as the artists who use it, and the range available in this MaxPack will inspire you to paint exactly how you like. Many of the staple brushes of the pack also have alternate Glaze variants which allow you to use the opacity slider to customize how you want to layer your marks. Or thin out your paint and build up your washes with the Thin Series, each with their own character and grain patterns. Capture the effortless looseness of a plein air painter with the Bristle, Split, and Shredded brushes. If you want the beloved look of early animation art, you'll want the Gritty Series for that perfect bit of dry brush on the end of your marks. You will love the velvety marks of the Gouache Smooth as your new daily driver. No matter if you're trying to replicate the flat, bold marks of a mid-century cartoonist, the loose, energetic marks of a concept artist, or the delicate shading of a fully rendered fantasy illustration, this set of brushes has what you need. The Gouache MaxPack has been updated to v2!Įnjoy 62 natural media brushes including 10 brand new brushes and significant improvements to many of your existing favorites. Also included in the pack are two premium watercolor paper textures that you can import for added realism. And because I love to include complementary brushes, I’ve developed my two favorite new inkers and a new colored pencil for this set, ideal for the classic line and wash watercolor approach or your sketchbook. Bloom and Salt are stunning special effects to add a bit of character to your paintings. Masking Fluid is a clean, slightly grainy, hard edged brush to emulate masking, frisket films, or tape masking. Wet in wet bleeding is the most unique aspect of watercolors, and the soft Bleed Series and 13 powerful Smudge Brushes can push paint around with precision or with expressive abandon, whichever you need. Have fun making everything from aggressive, grungy strokes to clean, flat washes with the Flood Series. The Wash Series is light and soft, perfect for pastoral skies and gentle shading. You will feel right at home with the intuitive Flow Series which have movable and blendable edges. Whether you want to create delicate, lacy traditional paintings, pulpy indie comics, or anything in between, you need tools that are up to the job, energetic and textural but controllable and efficient. Thanks to the power of the new Procreate 5 brush engine, you can create unbelievably realistic watercolor paintings right in your favorite painting app. And because no pack would be complete without some fun sketching tools, I’ve included 2 new atelier-style pencils, a blending stump smudge brush, and the Vis Dev Sketch for clean, production-ready design work.Įnjoy 75 of the most realistic digital watercolor brushes available for Procreate. There’s a host of texture-focused brushes and Sponges that are ideal for foliage, rocky landscapes, or for adding a bit of color breakup to some nice clean flats in a lasso selection based graphic workflow. The warm, familiar textures in the pastels are absolutely irresistible and capable of soft, dreamy marks or bold, aggressive toothy strokes. Liner Strong and Stipples work together to create clean graphic linework and stippled shading you might see in anything from bold traditional tattoos to mid-century illustrations. The fan-requested Photocopy brushes are very aggressively textured yet delicate tools inspired by mid-century animation backgrounds. These are thick and bold with strong pebbly texture on the edges. The namesake Gouache Retro family is my love letter to Mary Blair. The Gouache Natural family is buttery smooth, with Natural Wash and Natural Thin acting as evolutions of my Watercolor brushes. Subtle color variation and sophisticated transparency effects make these the most realistic gouache brushes available anywhere. For the gouache enthusiast who already owns and loves the Gouache MaxPack, this set expands on it and explores another more adventurous side of the medium a little rougher, less polished, and celebrating its natural imperfections. While this pack will no doubt enable you to paint in the style of your favorite 50s style editorials, animation artists, or timeless picture books, it will also be the perfect set of brushes for concept artists looking for loose, expressive marks and heavy texture. The collection is a celebration of natural texture, with an inspiring variety including pencils, inks, pastels, a host of new gouache brushes, sponges, and some versatile grungy texture brushes. Enjoy 70 of the most uncanny digital brushes you've ever experienced with this eclectic mix of nostalgic brushes.

so it turns out that the reason I never liked using textured brushes is because they’re all built for alternating pen pressure, which I didn’t use to have... and now I do and wow this is a wonder

REOWR...

nsfw dni!

misinterpreted art | b.b

benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

not requested-benedict meets the new model at the academy.

warnings; allusions to non-sexual nudity, fem!pronouns, fluff.

word count; 1600+

a/n; first time writing benedict yay! pls reblog if you enjoyed <3

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Benedict Bridgerton, with his usual sunny disposition, entered the familiar art room with his paints and brushes, ready for another day at his beloved academy. A soft and polite smile adorned his face, which promptly faded when he set his eyes upon the new model in the centre of the room, in the centre of attention. She did not seem to mind the piercing gazes fixed on her figure, and though her countenance was pleasant, it also appeared to give away a level of severity in her character, something of which Benedict became instantly fascinated by.

She seemed to thrive in the spotlight, not revelling in it enough to appear arrogant or conceited, but just enough to demand the attention of all those in the room. The other artists about him began to sense another presence lingering by the door, and flashed amused and knowing smiles, leaving Benedict’s cheeks turning crimson from the blatant display of attraction.

He sat down quickly at his canvas, hiding his painted cheeks behind it, and set up his tools before finally daring to look in your direction again. He had never found himself so taken with a woman before he even had the pleasure of being introduced. He had finally laid eyes upon you again, trying to keep all notions of decorum, but finding difficulty in this when observing the pleasant turn of your neck. How could he ever capture something so heavenly? To attempt it would only result in a shallow version of the person before him. Never could the hand that wielded the brush convey every dimension he was sure you had. It would be a mere parody. A mockery.

When the session was over, and Benedict was left staring at an empty canvas but for a few pencil lined sketches, he lingered behind, packing his tools away slowly and meticulously, watching subtly until every artist had left him alone with a woman of whom he was eager to know more. He tried arduously to keep his eyes from flickering upwards where he knew you were still sitting patiently, but his efforts amounted to nothing as you began to speak.

“Is there something on your mind, sir?” You asked, slipping a robe over your body and reclaiming your modesty.

“Well I-” he stuttered, fingering the bristles on the last of his paintbrushes he’d yet to pack away.

“Did I not give you sufficient time to collect your thoughts?” You stifled a giggle, dismounting the box you were perched on, “I was waiting for you to begin, but I grew impatient.”

“Forgive me, Miss…?”

“Y/L/N.”

“Forgive me, Miss Y/L/N, I seem to have found myself quite diverted,” he smirked, counting the beats of his pulse that increased under the pressure of your intense examination of him.

“Is it your first time?” You asked, referring to the painting of models who left little to the imagination.

“N-no!” Benedict answered quickly, attempting to regain some professionalism, but watching any morsel he had left dwindle with such an eager response.

“So you mean to tell me that the extent of your maturity never improved with age?” You quipped, cocking an eyebrow.

“What I mean to tell you, is nothing of the sort. Only that I find myself behaving entirely improperly on account of you,” he entered your playing field.

“So it is my fault?”

“I did not say that,” he scoffed good humouredly, leaning his weight against his right leg.

“Sir-”

“Bridgerton,” he interrupted.

“You alluded to that very notion, Mr. Bridgerton,” you finished, savouring the taste of his name on your tongue.

“Allow me to apologise, then, and ask you for the favour of beginning again,” he said with a coquettish smirk, abandoning his tools and approaching the small stage on which you still claimed the upper advantage.

Looking down upon the man, noticing his clear blue eyes on closer inspection, you smiled mischievously, hopping down from the elevated platform and brushing your arm against his as you walked past. Benedict enjoyed the way your eyes softened into a playful flirtation, while the rest of your features persisted in their stern expressions–he could never deny his partiality toward games, especially with a well-matched opponent.

This seemed like a game, or perhaps it was more serious than that, like searching for the true meaning of an artist’s landscape behind the technique of their brush strokes, behind their blended colours and choice of frame.

Without your advantage, Benedict stood taller than you, yet he did not look down to you like other men had the habitual tendency to do. There was a difference, and you could detect the subtleties that lay within their variations. He followed you like the beholder of a falling star, mesmerised and in awe. It was flattering to be looked at in this way outside of academic duties and professionalisms; most men forgot you upon leaving the room, like walking through a tempest in the threshold of the door, violently attacking their brain and leaving them without any remembrance of you, and they looked at you in their art as a far away myth they had designed from memory.

“May I see?” You asked without waiting for permission, wondering through which lens he saw you and how clouded his interpretation would be.

“I would prefer-” but it was too late.

He studied your vacant expression as you absorbed the bare canvas, observing something in the twitch of your lip that resembled disappointment. He felt a sudden and terrible regret for being too cowardly to accept the inevitable failure he would have faced trying to encapsulate your grandeur in immortality. For even an attempt, he thought now, a meagre attempt, would have been better than the chagrined look on your face with which he was met.

You looked upon the empty space, where some version of yourself should have been, feeling a warmth rising to your cheeks from humiliation? Frustration? Confusion? You had never much cared for the way in which men depicted you on their paper, for they would never get it right. Their correctness was too precise, two dimensional, it looked over your humanity and only at your finite, vain, irrelevant aesthetic. You were a woman, and they were men; moreover, a species who had never taken the time to understand the intricacies that made women all that they were.

But when finally faced with a piece of art you were eager to view, it was not there.

“Please do not- I did not mean to offend you, I assure you this is far from an insult,” Benedict tried to explain, watching your lips fall into a thin line as your attention was retrieved.

He continued, feeling as if you were to remain silent, “I could not paint you. I could not because I felt as if anything I were to produce would be more insulting than not trying at all.”

You knew what he meant, and yet you still found your opinion of him lowering. “I do not need your flattery,” you hissed through gritted teeth, ready to walk away through the door at the back of the room.

“I am not flattering you.”

“I am more than my outer shell!”

“I hope so,” he said with such sincerity it left you surrendering—you were trying to unlearn the bitterness the world had taught you. “Sit with me for a while?” he asked, seeing your shoulders descend with a sigh.

Turning to meet him, you let yourself be seated beside the man who had intrigued you more than most, despite the turbulent introduction.

“You doubt your talents, then?” You asked feebly, interpreting what you had initially taken as an insult and rebranding it.

“I am here to learn,” he replied.

Over the few hours he spent alone in your company, he asked about your family, your passions and hatreds, how you came to the academy–with every new beginning he spun the topic of conversation to host you, leaving himself sidelined. Benedict relished in the smile brought to your face when you talked of all that interested you, how conscious you were that your voice was the most present, forcing yourself to ask a question about him in order to remain courteous. But he didn’t want to talk about himself, and so he hurried each response before asking again about something that you appreciated.

“I have talked and talked, you must let me learn something about you, besides your many siblings and passion for art. Which, I might add, I demand to see one day,” you pleaded, warming surprisingly quickly to Mr. Bridgerton, the icy armour once in place vanishing under the sunlight of his eyes.

“Perhaps you would allow me to invite you to tea?” He asked hesitantly.

“That would be wonderful,” you accepted his kind invitation with a keenness he would not mistake.

Benedict puffed his chest and mounted his hands on his knees, nodding in agreement before standing from the chair he was seated on. You stood also, knowing this was where he would bid you goodnight, and leave you to dream about him until the phantom was replaced with the being. He looked innocent in that moment, as he bent down tentatively to kiss your cheek, gasping lightly as you turned your head to align your mouths. His eyebrows titled in question as his eyes met yours before looking down again at your alluring lips with a flirtatious smirk.

His kiss was like honey. His lips were sublime. Your skin became inflamed under his touch, though it was gentle and soft, much like his enduring embrace. His lips stretched into a smile against yours, and you could feel him sigh, knowing he was wishing the same as you: that the night was still young.

Alas, that was not the case, and Benedict left you with the promise of a formal invitation, in writing, for tea within the next two days, leaving with an unwavering grin etched upon his face, desperately thinking of what was now the past and what would be his future.