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dailyhatsune · 2 months

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hi! not exactly a request but i do wanna ask, whats your process when you're rendering more paint like art? (if that makes sense, English isnt my first language so apologies hdskhsjdbd) i really love how you use the colors and im curious how you do it :0

i’ve been meaning to answer this one for a while so here’s how i painted miku in today’s post (put under the read more because yeah prepare for a long post

i’d also like to preface this by saying that i never follow a set way of doing things, so in terms of what my personal process is like, these are only broad strokes of what i do! sometimes i’ll combine or skip parts entirely, depending on how i feel. also, this is not a tutorial, just how i do things, so please don’t treat it like one :’D this will read like the ‘how to draw an owl’ picture if you do

first, like every artist, i sketch. more specifically, i’m getting an idea of what i want to paint later on. this could be how a scene is set up or in this case, how a character is posed. here i’m not concerned about details or getting everything perfectly, i’m only planning how the thing will be composed. maybe a lot of canvas size changing, or adjusting what miku’s doing (note how busted miku’s right hand looks from all the transforming!) however, i still have to be concerned with how clear the sketch will be to future me, because the sketch won’t be any good if i can’t read what miku’s doing

after that, i lay down a flat gray under the sketch, mainly focusing on giving miku a clear silhouette. this is also a good time to make adjustments to the composition on the fly if i suddenly feel like something can be improved upon, like shortening miku’s left arm from the sketch!

after painting a flat silhouette, i start shading in grayscale, focusing only on lighting. i usually do it in two passes, one for the lightest and darkest tones i’ll use (not black and white) and then a second for midtones to blend them better with the base gray but i forgot to screenshot the result of the first pass 🗿 nevertheless, here is where i can start adding some amount of details. i’m not including any extra accessories yet, just focusing on the base design of the outfit and the character herself (for anyone wanting to draw characters from That Gacha Game, this is how i personally make the process more bearable for myself.) i still use the dark gray to separate where certain details (like the facial features and fingers) begin and end, mainly to make colouring more bearable later.

now here’s where i get the Good Colours. it’s a cheat lol. i put a gradient map layer over the grayscale painting so that there’s a little bit of color to start. some gradient maps can be applied as is, some need the layer settings adjusted to make it look good. this one, for example, is a (free) gradient map set from the csp assets store that needs you to set the layer opacity to 20% and to set the blending mode to color to achieve this result. in general, i tend to pick which gradient map i want to use based on vibes, or basically whether i want the work to be warmer or cooler, colour-wise. but this does do quite a bit of lifting for the colors in my stuff.

and then, finally, i add the colours. i add flat base colours in an overlay layer. at this stage, i’ve made the character silhouette clear enough that i don’t need to refer to the sketch anymore for what miku looks like. also, the gradient map layer does its magic by making the shading a bit more vibrant than it would’ve been without it. after that i paint over with a new layer to add details like the lace.

and then i put some extra shading on top. basically this is where the ‘better lighting’ happens. again, this isn’t a tutorial, so i’m not here to say what each part of the lighting is, but i’ve labeled which layers do which job. in other works where the lighting within a scene is more defined (from a window, from a small crack in the walls, etc) the glow dodge layer may be more opaque and sharper, but since this isn’t a work with that, the lighting was applied using an airbrush. the linear burn layer is also there to make the whole thing darker so the glow dodge doesn’t end up oversaturating miku. i also usually match the lights to the vibe i want, and use a complementary color for the shadows. so here you can see i have warm colors on the glow dodge layer, but light purple on both the linear burn and multiply layer.

and that’s it for the character—here’s a gif showing how each layer adds to miku! (sorry it’s so toasty)

as for the background, depending on the complexity, it may go through a similar process, or if i can settle with flat image backgrounds, i just go for that. it’s ok to use external image materials. i didn’t have a background in mind for this miku in specific, so i got some default csp materials and threw together something

and that’s about a rough overview of what my process for more finished works looks like! again, art is a fluid process so i never specifically stick to certain steps all the time, and you shouldn’t either. i can probably answer why i’d pick this colour over another in one particular work, but it’s something that kinda has to be learned on a grander scale. i think everyone can already feel what colors work with what atmosphere or what setting, even if they can’t immediately explain why. colors and composition do take some level of experimentation to find what works best!

#hatsune miku #vocaloid #piapro studio #doodle #ask #partypoizzon

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calilk · 5 months

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mermaid boat boys, ft a boat

my gift for @theslyvoid9 for @mcytblrholidayexchange

ramblings, process and doodles under the cut

this was sosososos fun to do. i got the prompt and was immediately SO exited and motivated. however i had a large art piece to finish for school so didn’t manage to start properly for a good few weeks. however i DID do initial doodle ideas and composition plans, mostly during class, that are pictured below

by the time i could start in earnest, i’d lost quite a bit of motivation and was struggling a LOT with the sketch and proper proportions, so i didn’t start properly until a week or so before the deadline. oops, sorry this is so late.

this was my first quick colour draft, i was originally going to do the effect with squiggly lines that light creates under water but every time i tried it it just looked terrible so i didn’t. i also changed the positions of etho and joel.

the sketches. i struggled wayyyy to much. i think i spent like 4 hours trying to get it right. BUT i did in the end!

lineart, flats and detailing. i lost etho’s lil floaty side fins here due to my scatterbran and i mourn for them but not enough to draw another set of fins. the detailing took sooooo long and i don’t really like the boat, but don’t have the motivation nor time to change it. i also imagined some kelp winding around them to make the background more interesting but never got around to it in the end. during the detailing i spent 3 hours drawing on a laptop with the mousepad and it was the worst 3 hours of my life. never again. etho’s fins were inspired by those beta fish with the pretty fins. i love them but they were beyond horrible to draw.

shading and lighting. i played around with the opacity of the light streaming through the water but i can’t attach any more images so whelp. yippeeee it’s done. it took be 23 hours in the end and i’m proud of it!!! my giftee also suggested some cannibalism stuff and i REALLY love that idea but didn’t know how to portray it without being graphic so i didn’t go for it. HOWEVER i really want to do an autocanibalism dl pearl piece in the future so yayyy. theslyvoid if you want me to tag you in that if i do it lmk since it was one of your requests :)

#cal original #cal doodles #ITS DONEEEEEEEEEEE #boat boys #boat boys fanart #ethoslab #etho fanart #smallishbeans #smallishbeans fanart #trafficblr #double life #double life fanart #life series #traffic series #mcytblr

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dream-meister-translations · 1 year

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ADEL - VOICE COLLECTION

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"Looks like you are hard at work. Take this gift as a reward."

"Time is finite. Let's do this quickly."

"The true culture of a country is expressed through it's clothing."

"It's time to replenish my calories…"

"If there are any unique fabrics, I would like to stock up on them."

"Hmm… Quite the assortment. I'd like to restock my embroidery threads and buttons. Do you have any in stock?"

"Defeat is not something to be ashamed of. It is a way to grow. When we are both prepared, we will take on the challenge again."

"Rookie, let me tell you something right off the bat. My workshop is a battlefield. You must be prepared before you step into it."

"After three all-nighters, you'll begin to feel this strange sense of satisfaction. Haha, we can still keep working!"

"I just finished an order. I feel better than ever. So yes, I'll take you up on your proposition to chit-chat."

"Get a needle and thread!"

"Is that an additional request?"

"I don't have enough nutrients!"

"Perhaps it's time for a temporary retreat?"

"I don't know why I've felt so good since you arrived. I hope you didn't mix anything strange into the food you made for me."

"Both as a guild keeper and as my personal partner, I'm not giving you up."

"At first, I was prepared to push you out of my workshop if you got in the way. Now, I think I'm taking it for granted that you're right here next to me."

"The best job requires the best partner. Which means you're stuck with me for the rest of your life."

"Let's put the finishing touches on this one-of-a-kind piece. It's the only one in the world. That makes it fit for a king."

"You're going to be my very own personal assistant. It will make my job so much easier."

"At first I thought you were going to be an unskilled rookie, but you've got a great attitude. Keep up the good work."

"Fools do not deserve fine clothing."

"I can't wait to see how my tailoring will change your future."

"We've got a lot of work to do when we get back!"

"Phew. I got my breather. Let's get back to work."

"Is this your attempt at small talk? Nothing out of the ordinary here, it's just a barrage of delivery dates after delivery dates.

"If you are asking me about my work, it's going great. You're a total amateur if you can be swayed to rest by something as silly as physical health."

"Huh? You think I've been pushing myself too hard? Why are you so insistent about this…?"

"Alright, get the hell out of my workshop. You should know my leisure time is precious."

"Merry Rose is a delight. He's always getting into trouble, though. I'm not quite sure what to make of him."

"Canaan is…Hmm…He may be wishy-washy, but he's also talented. There is no doubt about that."

"Everyone in the Dream Weavers guild has their quirks you say? Hmm.. I suppose that's true."

"We are the ones who make the king a king. That's the Dream Weavers philosophy. There is no room in this guild for mediocrity."

"You may only be a rookie now, but there's something special about you. I'm counting on you."

"Cleaning my glasses is a necessity. When I'm upset, polishing my monocle calms me down a little bit."

"I carry my sewing kit with me at all times. It's practically a third limb. I can't relax without it."

"These candies I carry revitalize my calories. Merry Rose ate them once. He got mad that they were honey flavored."

"I'm just sketching out the design for a new outfit idea."

"The moment you saw my newest design, your eyes lit up. It's obvious you're a fan."

"If you plan to keep coming in and out of my workshop, I require you study up on your knowledge of clothing and train your eye for aesthetics."

"How dare you approach me so closely? You've got guts. I'll give you that."

"Most who get close to me are doing so to steal my designs or use my talent. In your case, it doesn't seem to be for that purpose."

"The color of your eyes are like the shade of a decorative button I saw the other day. Hey, why are you suddenly looking away?"

"It's been days since I've been out of my workshop. When I'm absorbed in my work, I lose all sense of time."

"I just finished a job. I'll join you for a change."

"I just got an idea for a new outfit. I need to go back to the workshop to work on it."

"Give me a call when you get a chance. I'll spend time with you when I can."

"You put vegetables in there, didn't you? Why would you go to all that trouble to make something so bitter and low in calories? Wait, I didn't say I wouldn't eat it!"

"All right, I'll relax and eat. As long as I'm getting my calories in, that's all that matters."

"Your cooking is actually very addictive. I can't stop eating."

"…….You've been in my workshop for a fair amount of time. Do you really dare broach the subject of holidays?"

"There is no such thing as a perfect holiday. I don't remember the last time I took a day off in years. Hey, what's with the sad face?"

"Sometimes I go to art exhibits and plays at the theater. There is plenty of inspiration for new garments."

"No matter how many times you ask me about holidays, my answer won't change."

"These days most of my time off is spent with you. So you're the best judge of how I spend my days off. Hey, don't smirk like that."

"Why are you staring at me like that? Are you checking up on me again? Stop nagging me."

"You've been looking at me strangely for the last few minutes. If you have something to say, say it. If it's your advice, I won't ignore it."

"Come on, you're distracting me!"

"Observe all you want, but please get it over with quickly."

"That's not the reaction you were expecting? Well, if you're trying to upset me, you'll have to try harder than that."

"It's always a good idea to keep your guard up. It's not good to be vulnerable."

"I used to think outings unrelated to work were time consuming and pointless. This is not so bad…"

"Take my arm. I am offering to escort you. Or do I have to teach you manners?"

"Well, that was fun. I never thought I could stop thinking about my work for even a second. You make me forget the time."

"That's enough! it's time for me to get back to work!"

"Don't assume that I'm not getting enough sleep and need to rest. I rest plenty. I'm fine."

"I'm a little thinner than I used to be? Maybe that's because of my nagging assistant wasting my work time."

"You're still concerned about the dark circles under my eyes? Stop worrying so much it makes me uncomfortable."

"No, "uncomfortable" isn't the right word…Is it? It's more like an itchy feeling that I can't scratch. I can't get used to it."

"Hey! Stop that! If you want my attention, say it with your mouth!"

"People tend to tickle others where they are the most ticklish. You are exposing your weaknesses to me."

"Don't get all red in the face at just the slightest touch. Stupid girl."

"Why are you holding my hand like that? Are you into palm reading? Hmm.. I don't get why you would enjoy something like that."

"You think I have beautiful fingers…? I have no compliment to give in return, but it's not bad to hear you say that."

"I have to keep my fingers in tip-top condition for my job."

"You seem very preoccupied at the moment. It's not me you're fond of after all, it's my hand."

"I'm only joking. Though, the hand is a part of a human body."

"As your elder, let me tell you something. Trust is good to have, but always be on your guard."

"You're looking a little flushed. If it isn't a cold, is it a sign of embarrassment? Or perhaps nerves?"

"You want to give me a massage? Is that even part of a Guild Keeper's job? All right, let's see how good you are."

"Your hands are warm…You're only touching my skin and I already feel some relief."

"I have shoulders like rocks? It's unavoidable when you work as hard as I do. Don't hurt your hands."

"I don't usually get massages. I don't like to be touched by other people. But with you, I don't feel any discomfort. In fact, it feels good."

"When I eat your cooking I am more efficient at my job. It satisfies more than just my hunger."

"I don't usually get the opportunity to say this, but I do appreciate you."

"I'd also like to add that your face when you are embarrassed is goofy and adorable."

"I don't like when you pet my head. It messes up my hair."

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ADEL : What is with that look on your face, Merry Rose? You're up to something again, aren't you? I'm busy, don't drag me into it. MERRY ROSE : Damn. You caught me. Something made me a little angry, so I wanted to play around.

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ADEL : Come on, learn to control yourself you pleasure-seeking black fairy, I don't have time for this! GIN : Adel's passion for his work is almost like another form of greed. Well, whatever it is, it's interesting.

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ADEL : Your jewelry can truly be the work of a genius. But, the quality is all based on your mood. Can't you do something about that? CANAAN : I don't think so, Adel. Maybe if you and I both work on the jewelry I'll get more done.

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#Otome #Yumekuro #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #YMKR #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #adelvoice

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acoyocomic · 2 years

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The mystery of a friend's death is revealed, with a parting gift acquired. This adventure is now concluded, and one can only imagine what new adventures await, with the Vessel changed, and the gate between worlds closed.

This is the final page.

Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed the comic - it's been a pleasure to provide for you. And enormous thanks to Mapoleon for coloring and shading every single page. This comic would not exist without her.

Making A Choice Of Your Own was a journey, and I'm very happy to see it reach its proper end instead of stopping somewhere along the way, like so many fancomics do. I know it might be disappointing to see it ending so quickly, but rest assured, that was planned. This wasn't meant to be a very long comic - it was more of an exploration of an idea that grew into something greater. And this being the first comic like this that I made, I didn't want it to stretch for too long. I already learned a lot from making ACOYO, and I hope that this experience will allow me to make something even bigger and greater in the future. So stay tuned - there might be more coming.

But for now, this is the end.

Previous First

The comic has also been uploaded to my Deviantart. Which is why you’ll see “BlueCatDeviantart” in credits for every page. Because the comic was never meant for Tumblr, and yet here we are.

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox, Hollow Knight belongs to Team Cherry Sketch, lineart and story by me, coloring by Mapoleon

#undertale #undertale comic #undertale frisk #hollow knight #hollow knight the knight #hollow knight little ghost #hollow knight salubra #A Choice Of Your Own #hollow knight comic

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kernels-art · 3 days

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Emergency Commissions

Current Slots Open: 3/3

Long story short, I'm hovering just over broke and I need to pay for medicine. Plasma donations can cover some of it, but not all.

I'm opening three slots for now, and plan on opening at least seven in total, maybe eight or nine depending on complexity, but that'll be a bit further in the future because I'm currently on a bit of a time crunch. I'll keep this post updated with how many slots are available. I'd like to make $300 total by the time all seven/nine are done.

Anyway, on to pricing.

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Sketch + Headshot = $15

Sketch + Bust = $20

Sketch + Half Body = $25

Sketch + Full Body = $35

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Lineart + Headshot = $30

Lineart + Bust = $35

Lineart + Half Body = $50

Lineart + Full Body = $60

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(Color + Shading) + Headshot = $40

(Color + Shading) + Bust = $45

(Color + Shading) + Half Body= $65

(Color + Shading) + Full Body = $75

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+ Extra Character: 50% before background

+ Simple Background: $30

+ Foreground Elements + Large Props: $30

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Examples:

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One important thing to remember, though, is that I do traditional art, not digital. I've tried swapping to digital a few times, but it's faster and easier for me to do it this way. The lighting on these example pieces aren't all great, but I will hold them to a higher standard - as in, they'll be clean, like the lighting of the rabbit characters' pages - since these aren't just personal projects and clarity matters a lot more in this context.

I can edit the photos to remove the white "background" of the page and alter the colors a little bit, but once the lineart is on, it's on, and there's no changing it without redoing the entire page. I have a light board, so it can be transferred fairly easily, but it will still take time. That's why it's the most expensive step.

Will draw:

Humanoids

Animals

Pokemon

Ponies

Slugcats

Iterators

Furries (Mutants included)

Mobians (separate bc their proportions are different)

Chao

Skeletons + other Monsters (UTMV)

Won't draw:

Mecha

NSFW

Comics

... Mainly bc I'm not used to these yet, although maybe I could try in the future. That's quite a ways off from now, though.

I reserve the right to turn down any offer at my discretion. It should go without saying that it will be an automatic rejection if the order includes any form of hate speech/symbol, and I will research the subject to avoid proship content as well.

I'll ask you before posting the finished piece, and you are free to post it separately as well. Just remember to credit me, and maybe mention somewhere that my comms are open, if that's not too much trouble. You can use the art for icons, character sheets, whatever you like, as long as it's not monetized.

Payments will be made over P@yp@l, and are listed here in US dollars.

If you're interested, DM me here, or on Discord @ kernelbastard

#emergency commissions #commissions open #i'm sorry to clutter the tags with this but i think this is an instance in which crossposting is a fair tactic #sonic the hedgehog #tmnt #utmv

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k00295632 · 16 days

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Animation

Reinvention in story telling

Three Blind Mice, Epic/Historical, Space Age (1957-present)

Week 3, 22-28/04/24

Monday

Did a zine workshop during the morning, I made a sad little zine with some bits of rough potential visuals for the project.

I then jumped straight into creating concept art and trying to figure out how to combine natural cave formations with architectural features. What I ended up doing that day was creating this rough pencil of some stalagmites and drawing arches and doorways on top of it.

Using this as a starting point I went off and photocopied it a few times, which I then cut up and collaged together on a page to gain a rough idea of what this metropolis could look like.

This is what I ended up with. I love how the buttresses came out but the perspective of the piece looks completely wrong, making it look cluttered without purpose. I tried colouring parts blue and pink to separate it a small bit, but I think the main issue is that all of the structures are the same size even at a distance, in future I'll have to make the ones in the back larger and more hazy looking whereas the ones in front smaller and more detailed. This was just an experiment so its not too important.

Later that evening I did a colour study of scenes from Akira to develop my understanding of cel shading, I also watched a few videos on the production of Akira. It ended up being very useful and I found myself very surprised with Akira's colour palette. I quite literally colour dropped the colours from the scenes and and did rough drawings of the scenes using them, I was really surprised to see that the colour I dropped was the same as the one in the scene. It was absolutely fascinating.

Tuesday

I further looked into combining architecture with cave structures by doing a quick study on Antoni Gaudi's building designs and did a study on different stalagmites.

Looking at Gaudi's designs was interesting as he uses lots of organic shapes that almost look like they're melting in a way, and in other works like the Sagrada Familia he has lots of towers with unique features.

I tried combining these features to the stalagmites I studied to gain unique structures that would be believed to have belonged to an underground metropolis. I ended up with some nice designs, I worry a small bit that they might be too detailed but overall I'm happy with them, I still think these designs would have to be further developed but I don't have the time to do so.

At the moment my plan is to individually recreate these digitally and then photoshop them together in different ways to gain the illusion of having more designs than I do.

The photo is a small bit fuzzy but this was the first structure I recreated digitally. This took me around 6 hours to do, which was mainly because I've never done a proper digital piece before, so it took me a bit of time figure out what worked best and what short cuts I could take. I actually drew on top of a picture of my original paper sketch instead of redrawing it.

I created this solely using the air brush tool, and I love how it turned out, it looks so drippy. The only thing I can say really is that I wish I got it done a bit quicker, and that the values were much darker on my personal monitor.

I used the background from Akira as a reference for the colours.

Thursday

I made 4 more structures, significantly much more quicker too. While I spent too much time on the first one it gave me the experience needed to bang these ones out quickly and more efficiently. These were also done using the airbrush tool. For the backgrounds we actually made it a point to solely use airbrush as a way to commemorate the animations from the 70's/80's.

Since most of my pieces were done I got started on piecing them together. I tried making the buildings further back bigger and transparent and the ones closer to the viewer bigger. This was as far as I got on Thursday. If I'm being honest I'm not happy with the layout. I was using the Akira background as a reference but then realised it wouldn't work as the light source in the background is from behind, in my background the light source is from the front. I knew I definitely had to redo the layout.

Friday

We did a pitch workshop with Paul and Yvonne and then as a team discussed how we would go about our pitch . We discussed who would say what, what we thought a funder would want to know before investing in a project, we worked out costs, how many episodes, how many animators it would take to animate it in a year and ect...

We also did a few rehearsals in the studio improvising our lines and timing ourselves to get a feel for it. We decided that I would open and close our pitch, introducing our Nursery rhyme, genre, & time period while also setting the scene for our animatic.

Before work I managed to redo my background, I thought this one turned out way better. The perspective looked way better than last time too. I feel like with more time I could develop this further but I don't have that time so this is what I have and I'm happy with it.

Sunday

youtube

I made the presentation for our project, and the team went on call to rehearse our pitch. We did this twice.

#mice3 #Youtube

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herbalinz-of-yesteryear · 2 years

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6 Tarot cards for a Hallowed Eve

For the spirits of inspiration from everywhere. A little gift for some dear birbs @jawanaka @andordean @xuelingxu @nananarc @do-androids-dream-ao3acc One for each of your favorite character(s). Feeling naughty so I will leave y’all to guess which card is for which birb ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) If ye be wondering the extra card, wonder ye no more; tis for moi 👹

If you feel like it, choose any card for its symbolism or face value, major or minor, and pass it on (tag me plzz)! Drabble or sketch. Let’s have some fun?

1. The Magician

The heart of The Magician is a cautionary tale. Once, long ago, when the worlds collided at the will of the Gifted, when he chalked up the matter of Destiny on blackboards as though it was no more than a subject, one which can be studied from a safe distance. He thought he had years and years of learning, perfecting. Of loving. He aged, without withering, without adding lines to his chiseled face, without surrendering one shade less of the aquamarine in his eyes to the fade. He learned without understanding, perfected where perfection bore no meaning, and loved only the stars reflected in the pond. So when the fateful day came and he realized that she had finally, irrevocably, left—their homeland, the promise made for Posterity, hopes and dreams (whose, he would not admit), and ultimately, him. He realized his unlined hands held nothing but quicksand.

2. The Emperor

White. They say everyone start their lives as a white canvas, later, life dabbles and dashes its paint. Their lives started just the same. Before there was black and gold, before there was silver and steel, before the reasons of states and fates of the world, there was white. The incandescence of a dream. The memories of winter. When they collide, when they cross the veil made of wounds and scars—both on rough skins and inside softer hearts—the world returns to that singularity again, even for a moment: brighter than stars bursting into life, the light shines on them. And all is peace on earth.

3. The Hierophant

He couldn’t have guessed her name if he tried. At first, he thought it ludicrous he would ever wanted to try—he thought he knew her kind: angry, arrogant, all edge and revenge. He only needed her to get back to his rightful place. He didn’t need her to ask if he was holdin’ alright, if he had found a place to eat. He didn’t need her to listen to his story of bakeneko, to ask after his childhood. He didn’t need her to come back when all his plans collapsed. She did.

So when she breathed her name against his ear, all the neon nights of The City rolling up in her circuitry veins into one, futureless and heady with dreams—nothing nothing nothing existed besides the electric eyes. When she woke, beside him, her pale hair blanketed them both like snow.

4. The Lovers

She is a princess, he serves her father. When they met for the first time, the seasons were ending, so was the world. When they kissed for the first time, the world was green and growing, their clothes were dripping wet and they spoke of drowners. And there was a chest of treasure like from the olden tales, jewels sparkled in front of them. But the only treasure they found was in each other’s eyes. Emerald and Tiger’s Eye.

5. The Chariot

From the burning ash of defiance my dreams of vengeance was forged. From the shadows of the self-anointed mighty, the machinations of the dark one spread its talons across the galaxy. When the world changes, reborn in a black steel fire, I will be its first flame. I am The Chariot. I don’t look back, and I never stop.

6. The World

Riders masked with skull forever chasing behind the hooves of your horse called you Death. The people whose futures were pushed to the far corners of reservations looked to your spring-grass eyes and called you Hope, heralded you as the Wheel of Fortune. The spirit of lochs bore you like the whirlwind you have always made to be, passed the strangely mournful bells of Cintra and the pyres of Novigrad. The blue-green beak of your messenger cut through the biting blizzard, their wings of azure summoned the winds of spring. Everywhere you go, eyes of star, from the steps of Chaos sprouts life. You are no Death, no Empress, no Wheel of Fortune. Out of all paths, one. And you never lose your own. You are—

—The World.

#happy halloween #halloween 2022 #tag game i guess #emhyr var emreis #geralt of rivia #cirilla fiona elen riannon #avallac'h #morvran voorhis #darth maul #goro takemura #writing

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‘Instead Of A Scream’: The Palestinian Artist Who Does A Gaza Drawing Every Day

His Studio Was Flattened, He Has Had To Move His Family 10 Times, And They Now Share A House With 25 Others. But Still Maisara Baroud Finds A Way To Document The Fear And Destruction He Sees All Around

— Maisara Baroud | Tuesday 14 May 2024

‘My Reality Occupies The White Space On Paper’ … Images from Baroud’s/Am Still Alive, on show at Palazzo Mora, Venice. Photograph: David Levene/The Guardian

For years, I have been used to drawing daily and sharing my drawings on social media with friends. I have published thousands of series of drawings, each with its own title and description. I enjoyed doing that. I have made sure that I kept to this daily routine, despite the difficulty of my circumstances and despite losing my private office, my house, my drawing studio, and all my books and tools due to the machinery of war.

Drawing and posting online daily became the only way to reassure my friends, after all communication and social media were cut but later partly restored. My drawings, in which I document the war with all its cruel scenes, have become the message through which I inform friends: “I am still alive.”

“‘The Planes Of The Illegal Regime Of The War Criminal, Fascist, Apartheid, Liar, Conspirator, Terrorist and The Zionist 🐖 Of Isra-hell’ Wiped Out All The Future Plans I Had For My Children”

It was not easy to continue to draw in the shades of war and genocide, the atmosphere which my city is now being subject to; obtaining my tools was not an easy matter either. I started drawing after I obtained a pencil and some paper and, later on, obtained some black ink pens.

My lines got sharper and more rigorous with every scene I drew, the black areas consuming the surface of the white paper. The tragedy, in all its detail, was reflected on this paper. The drawings were in the place of a scream and were a call out from the middle of the war demanding a stop to the killing … and that the world notice what is happening in Gaza and its confined universe.

‘We Wait For The Start Of A New Day After A Long Night Filled With Aircraft, Rockets And Death’ … the sketches on show in Venice. Photograph: David Levene/The Guardian

Daily scenes and events pass by us, such as killings, demolitions, uprooting, destruction, starvation, deportation, fear, worry and sadness; these are the scenes that I express without the need to call on my imagination. The scenes we are living moment to moment became the reality that occupies the white space on my paper.

I noted in my diary the stories of destruction, loss, death, weakness, displacement, fear, pain, patience, resilience and breaking. And I expressed the story through my work, separate from official propaganda. The story is of a war that has a massive ability to harm and that defeats distance and geography at the speed of sound, bringing death to more people in less time.

“‘The Steel Bird Of The Illegal Regime Of The War Criminal, Fascist, Apartheid, Liar, Conspirator, Terrorist and The Zionist 🐖 Of Isra-hell’ Killed My Cat Sarah, Chewing Her Soft Meat”

The reality that I lived prior to 7 October has changed. I no longer have a safe house that shelters me and my small family. The rockets have fallen on my drawing studio (my little world) and destroyed it, and the planes have wiped out all the future plans I had for my children. The steel bird killed my small cat Sarah, and chewed her soft meat, before the cat could pass on her seven souls to my children.

The university at which I work as a lecturer has disappeared and lies in ashes. The war machine has distorted the features of my small city and the occupation has destroyed all the beautiful things in it; so the things that are fixed in my memory now lie distorted under the rubble.

In the blink of an eye I became a displaced person in cities that do not know me. I have moved 10 times in search of safety for me and my children, far from the heart of Gaza. I now live in the south of Rafah, in a small house with 25 other people.

The space has become diminshed without clean water for drinking and showering, without electricity, fuel or gas for cooking. Like other people, I spend most of my day meeting daily household needs, in the shadow of soaring inflation and scarce goods. But this isn’t all, you have to go in search of survival and safety (which is lacking) for you and your family, and wait for the start of a new day after the end of a long night in Gaza filled with aircraft, rockets and death.

The war has swallowed whole my small dreams, and everything that surrounds us now is covered in blackness. The small heart is no longer able to bear it. For me, sadness is a decision postponed until after the war; I decided to carry on drawing despite the difficulty of the circumstances and kept for myself some time at night after a long day. Drawing has become the special way to help me overcome death for a bit. Drawing, for me, is the way to break the blockade and in this way cancel and challenge the borders and the barriers placed by the occupation.

It is also the only way to announce: “I Am Still Alive.”

— Images By Maisara Baroud form part of Foreigners in Their Homeland, an exhibition of work by Palestinian artists, organised by Palestine Museum US, at the European Cultural Centre, Palazzo Mora, Venice, until 24 November.

— Translation By Suhair Hindiyeh

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cassoart · 5 months

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Letter to You

There’s a picture I took of you, somewhere, looking up awkwardly from one of the van's back seats. That’s how I know there was confidence, for you to not shy away from me. We are the last generation that grew up without an omnipresence of cameras, but not also without a camera's presence in most moments. Even still, I manage to be without a recent picture of you and without an idea of your new voice. Childhood friendship can lead to this sort of thing. Imagine, knowing a person—a friend—for so many years without pause, then realizing one day that it’s been almost four years to the day since you’ve last seen a thing of each other. It strikes me as something pretty severe, but not impossible to resolve. You know that, you know that I’m trying. I can see you reading the messages.

When I was on vacation, I found that it's more than physical presence that keeps desire on the mind. I stood and watched from a mountainside as the ground around a volcano shook and some ancient launch system ejected colour into the sky: a geyser of hot orange, flying like drink spilled from a cup. I watched as it settled. I found that I could see only one thing continuing in the aftermath: sprinkles of red dripping from all the jagged rock and evaporating into the black sand. I spotted these speckles and was reminded of you. All I could think was, "how can this be?" How could I be so far away and still catch on the thought of an image, a miniature field of bronze on a head?

I have to wonder what makes it harder, my overexcitement, your hesitancy, or all the other habits you’ve gone on to pick up since we last talked, to fill my emptied spaces. There’s also the fact that between age 15 and now there can be a lot of changes—of which I have no clue which you’ve faced.

I'm going to start drawing again, so I can sketch you and say I did something for you. I'll draw you like I did everyone who got stuck in my head back then. Since you're not someone I can sing along to yet, I'll just draw you instead. I'll let the lines be lyrics, the curves form the words. Put one and two together, this and that whatever, until it starts to come together and I can see you without an old picture on my phone. I'm building something new that brings us into the present—if from the interaction of us (even in thought alone) comes creation we must be worthwhile. It doesn't matter if these pictures I use are from six years ago, I'm creating another one that's from today, so legacy becomes this literal moment instead. Eventually I'll get you on the phone: the person in today's picture, I'll get to know again.

So can I stumble through old memories with you? Just while we get our bearings? While we figure out how to be alone together—again.

There are three dots I want to put in this space.

To transition between picturing the present and imagining the future.

I don't want you to be big in my mind, but I don't want you small either. I don't want to see you become only another name on my phone screen. I don't want you like that.

I want to say this is a familiar feeling with a new taste. Thoughts from back then again, in a new situation.

I want you to settle down for once.

I want to give you your first stable spot since we watched time split our families from the top. Can you come meet me in the middle if I pick you up at the Odeon parking lot? I'll build you a fire if it rains. We can sit in silence as long as it takes. I'll make us dinner while it's still cloudy with that prime shade of grey.

I can try to plan us a way, while you lay still, in repose a day. I'll come cover you with blankets, wipe the sweat away as soon as you start to shed the sick in your brain. I'll bring you breakfast at the table, while your headache's still heavy and bring you an Advil to send it away without a word. I'll clean up some sheets for you and make the bed while you're warm at the fire. I'll dampen my clothes to play with you, some sports in the rain, like tennis without a net in the yard. Maybe we end up with badminton in the sun once we start staying out long.

Eventually, wordplay begins: you tell me about your day while I vacuum the carpet. You put on some music and ask me if there's anything I want to play. The next day, I inflate the bikes' tires and I ask you if there's any place you should be. You start to think about it and come back at midday with a nod when I ask again. You ask me if much has changed, I say, "not enough for you to lose your way." That night I close the garage door to just one bike remaining and eat dinner alone. I light a candle in your bedroom and close the window. I leave the blinds open, the door closed.

I draw the curtains in the morning when I find I'm still alone. The wind breezes gently and the day is OK. I go to the beach at sunset and read about Achilles under a tree. The sunset is orange today, deep, hued with purple at the point where blue finally transcends the colour of the afternoon. Tomorrow morning you'll call while I'm moody and say you'll stay out another night, when we hang up I'll cry for a moment before resolving to watch T.V. while I eat. When you do come back on Sunday morning we'll go to church together and pass an hour, a Trinity with God, You And I.

We meet in the middle, I speak Spanish, you speak Italian, God—per usual—says nothing. I understand every fifth word you say. Babel becomes us an hour, but we rely on trust, so we stay anyway. We come home to find we are thirsty for more, so all night we stay up to parlay one conversation into an infinite feeling thing, an eternal friendship-guarantee. And the sun rises as it set, with us together, again. I make your bed for you, you bring me the sheets. I come upon the extinguished candle by the window and smile. We open the window, we head down to eat. You close the door behind you.

You tell me, "there's something I want you to see." You ask me if you take me there before tomorrow comes, I agree. As we prepare to head out, I fill you a bottle of water and you get the keys.

We're about to leave as the sun begins to set.

You bring me to the driveway and close the door as we leave.

We drive to the old cafe on The Four Corners—never mind that it’s not there anymore. You open the door for me and we sit in the most familiar seats.

I start to see all these memories, before we even say anything, before there’s even been time to sit down. I hear this old laughter when I look away out the window, when I turn back I find it’s actually you, now, finding some old thing to laugh about. I have a dark feeling deep in my chest that I feel crack open, like a lock’s just broken and whatever’s inside comes roaring out. You order two hot cups when the waitress comes up, while I’m just sitting there stuck in this moment of release without being able to say anything. When the hot chocolate comes to our table and your coffee follows soon after, I’m only feeling raw inside, with a bunch of spatterings of other feelings boiling on my skin. It feels like it might go on forever, but I know it has to be a momentary thing—everything comes together, that’s what breaks this feeling right out of me.

It’s comfortable, it’s you, smiling at me, warm air from the heating and the drinks and the traffic of the busiest street in the town we grew up—out of. That’s it, when it strikes me: after so many years, some words to patch it up. You get a call, you ask me for a minute to answer it. You get up to go outside and take it. I find words echoing in my head, all about this moment of finality—the long silence is over. So I do what I should, I write it out.

After so many years,

Some words do patch it up.

In a cafe,

Over one coffee cup.

Two entangled souls,

Stepping out from between strings.

On a cold winter day,

It feels like spring.

#short story #yearning #melancholy #original writing #prose #original story #canadian author #canadian writers

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dianintan · 6 months

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Intersection - Final Piece

With all due respect, the Intersection project’s final piece is out!

Do I happy with the final outcome? Yes. Do I have things to improve? Yes, of course!

The final piece was quite satisfying for me as I didn’t expect it to look that good. Big thanks to Jordy because without Jordy I think it’s impossible to print all of these out all by myself.

What I like about the final piece:

The colour looks alright.

It made of good quality papers so as you could see, it’s quite tough.

Everything are fits; the prison box, the wall that contains the story, the roof, and also the bottom frame.

It looks good.

I managed to accomplish almost everything that I wanted to do in the final piece. Yet I wish I could add a text on top or in front area of the prison “Would you saved me and ruin this book?", I forgot to do this + I think I’m too caught up in the printing of the story.

That I finished it. I was quite doubtful as I also prepared a second plan just in case it didn’t work. My backup plan was to make it more like a concertina that Hannah taught us during bookbinding session. But I planned to give it a roof-like cover so it’ll look more like an envelope (I told Briony about this on the one-on-one tutorials, unfortunately I can’t find the rough sketch of the plan)

What I wish I could improve:

The drawings. I like it but I think I could make more variety of the two different point of view if I got more time.

There are a few colour that doesn't really uniform, for example the light blue, if you see closely, you’ll see there are areas where the wall are in the different shade of light blue. This is due to the brightness change that I made before printing so all of the stories won’t look too dark.

One text of the story is missing. 😭 It’s the tiger and the window one, let’s just pretend the tiger just simply doesn’t say anything. 😬

Many parts were not cut precisely so some parts look sloppy. This is also because I made mistakes in the dieline making. I hope I could improve it in the future.

The box cover that sticked to the roof is dark blue, I think it would be nice if it’s light blue even though I think it’ll make look more empty. But I’m fine and quite happy with it.

This final piece was finished around 30 minutes before the deadline. It was amazing that I could finish it on time. A huge thanks and appreciation for everyone that has been helping me throughout this project making. Including me. Also biggest apologies if I have been a burdensome, and not a very nice person during this project -or this term. As I’ll leave in December and may be never coming back ever again, I will keep all of these memories and cherish it quietly far back home, the project, the course, and especially the people. 🥹

Here’s the final layout of the printed version this morning. It was a nightmare doing all of the two sided printing. I blocked the background with blue on the back page so there won't be any unnecessary white space just in case it went wrong again. Once again, I can't thank Jordy enough for the whole printing mess.

I made the dieline and layout on Adobe illustrator, as well as adding the text. I decided to put the text as well on the blue wall side! As you can see, the tiger story has one missing text. But that’s fine, the tiger doesn’t say anything, trust me. 😬

That’s all.

Also, an appreciation post for all of my works throughout this term!

#Last Project #Intersection #Visual Communication #sad but happy

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mcyt-imagines · 3 years

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hi hi ! first off, just a tip if you'd like more requests/asks in general you should prob turn on anon since this is like the only time i've sent a non-anon ask. but anyways, i'm assuming requests are open and i'd like to ask if you would write either just ranboo fluff in general or something like the tommy confession headcanons but w ranboo :D what you've posted so far is great <3

Thank you so much for letting me know! I thought I had anon turned on already, but it’s 100% turned on now! Regarding your request I got a little carried away and wrote both some general fluff and some confession headcanons for Ranboo so this post is a little long... Hope you enjoy! :D

(It’s important to note that these headcanons are a combination of ones pertaining to his Minecraft character in the dsmp and him outside of the dsmp roleplay!)

General Ranboo Fluff

- Dreamsmp Ranboo -

The first time Ranboo cries in front of you is when you confess to him and he is so happy and relieved that you reciprocate his feelings. He even smiles through the pain of his tears as you panic to cover the skin beneath his eyes, so your hands catch his tears to stop the pain.

Ranboo likes to ask if you need any resources from time to time and once you finally give in and answer, he spends the rest of his day trying to collect as much of it as he can. This has led to a few incidents in which you came back to your shared indent in the snowy mountain to find a chest stacked full with polished stone and countless ores. You’ve scolded him but the way he responds with big puppy dog eyes wishing to “just be helpful.” Sets the butterflies caged in your chest free every damn time.

Ranboo in addition to asking you for want you want he is also very observant in noticing what you need. Any tools close to breaking? Brilliant, he’s already got three more of the same tools ready for you to grab when you need it. He also names them using the anvil to some silly super cheesy pet names.

One of his favourite things to do with you is stargaze. You both travel to the top of your snowy mountain and clear out a space free of snow to lie down and simply hold each other. Ranboo has started asking Techno (on the nights you are away) to point out the stars and tell him their corresponding stories. He happily relays all of this information to you in exaggerated detail, looking at you in awe as your expressions change with the twinkling lights above.

Ranboo almost always carries a little umbrella around with him in case it begins to rain. Most of his friends notice and all start to buy him some. He now has a full collection that line his wall just next to the door. It’s those small things that allows him to remember who his real friends are.

Ranboo LOVES having his hair played with. He will fall asleep within minutes of you beginning to tousle his hair as he rests his head in your lap. He may make soft enderman noises, but you don’t dare tell him. Content on keeping that little secret to yourself.

Ranboo has to be kinda careful around snow considering that if it melts it will hurt him. Meaning he has to sit out on any snowball fights that occur. And they occur more frequently than you would think. It usually starts with Phil throwing a rogue snowball at Techno when Phil notices him slumping his shoulders. Which means it doesn’t take long until it’s a full-blown war. You usually find yourself smack bang in the middle of it and have to dive down to avoid getting pummelled in the crossfire. Ranboo will call you over to hide behind Techno’s house. As the onslaught continues between the two. you giggle and commentate over the fierce battle together.

- Outside of Dreamsmp Ranboo -

Ranboo enjoys watching you whenever you are focused on something. He’s incredibly observant and finds himself mimicking the small little nuances he sees you exhibit. He gets incredibly flustered whenever you notice that he’s picked up on them, but he doesn’t bother to deny it.

Ranboo finds himself staring at you a lot. He doesn’t mean to but he can’t help it. You catch him frequently, “Watching me real closely, hm?” He tries to stutter out an answer to defend himself, but you just smile and tell him it’s okay.

Ranboo finds a lot of comfort in doing ‘domestic’ activities with you. However, one of his personal favourites is when the two of you go out to get groceries together. His mum will give him a small list and he’ll try his best to dawdle around the store whilst swinging your intertwined hands to make the visit as long as possible. It makes him think of a future in which the two of you get to do this every single week and that alone warms his heart.

Ranboo always has to be near you, he doesn’t have to be physically touching you but he prefers to just be stupidly close to you. It always makes you laugh when he sits just close enough to you that you don’t touch, so now he has to do it forever.

Your laugh is one of his favourite sounds. To the point that if you giggle or laugh at something, he will just keep doing it over and over again for as long as you keep laughing at it. Which eventually leads to the both of you red-faced and gasping for air.

Ranboo is a terrible cook. But he tries so hard to follow recipes and they always flop. He also for some reason, cannot attempt cooking without making an utter mess of himself. Whether it’s spilling flour all over himself, getting egg yolk splatter somehow in his hair or just spilling copious amounts of milk on the floor so that he slips. This boy is a walking, talking kitchen DISASTER. So now he can only cook with you supervising him. Which turns out, wasn’t as much of a punishment as it should have been. As your tutelage seems to have slightly improved his cooking skills. However, now you also get flour spilt all over you as well.

Ranboo Confession Headcanons

- Realising he likes you -

Ranboo denies he has feelings for you at first. Believing that you’re just a good friend whose company he really enjoys. But the more he focuses on your friendship the quicker he realises he would prefer if you were more to him than that.

This thought alone sends him into a little bit of a spiral for a few days. Grappling with the thought of rejection and the guilt he would feel if he ever hurt you.

He spends most of the time grappling with his feelings he continues to try and act as normal as possible around you. You finding out would be his worst nightmare.

Ranboo realises he has absolutely no history in the dating department and desperately needs some guidance. He may ask Phil on a whim who would try his best to give the poor panicked boy some words of wisdom. Ranboo takes the advice to heart immediately, promising Phil he will update him on how his feelings for you turn out.

Ranboo finds himself writing about you in one of his many journals. He finds putting words on the page seems to help clear his mind. He tries to script his confession a few times. Desperately floundering to find the right words, but he always seems to fall short. He usually ends up scribbling all over those pages until you can barely tell someone had even written on them. Hoping to somehow erase the thoughts in the process.

He even tries drawing you a few times when he finds himself with enough spare time. He doesn’t think they’re any good though. Sure, the sketches look like you, but they don’t make him feel the way you do. When he looks at the page his chest doesn’t tighten because of your beauty, but instead because of the way you’ve made him feel. Which he comes to the sad conclusion is something he simply cannot capture in his words or his drawings. He has to show it through his actions. Not exactly his strong suit. But he’s determined to do right by you. So, he devises a plan.

- Confessing to you -

This boy plans the whole day down to a t, he has multiple back-up plans just in case his first one falls short.

Ranboo invites you over for lunch. Arriving at his place you notice how clean it is. He spent the last few days cleaning it top to bottom.

You spend a few minutes in the house chatting. You notice Ranboo is on edge almost immediately. Shoulders a pinch too tight, his smiles a little too wide and none of them reach his eyes.

You ask what you’re going to be having for lunch and he reveals a wicker basket from his kitchen. “A picnic!” Your heart warms, “I would’ve brought something if you’d told me beforehand.” He smiles at that, “Exactly. I even cooked without you, you should be proud.”

He shuffles on his feet a little, wishing to be praised, “We’ll see how the food tastes first, maybe then I’ll tell you how proud I am.” You tease, moving to elbow him lightly. You notice the way his face flushes as you move into his space. His mother appears from upstairs, “Are you two leaving? I could drive you, y’know!” “No thanks mom!!” He is quick to grab your hand and practically drag you out of the house and away from his all knowing mom.

The bus ride is on the longer side and you find yourself feeling brave enough to scoot a little closer to Ranboo. “Hey, is it okay if I?” You gesture between your head and his shoulder, the cute, shocked expression he sends you causes you to grin. “Uh s-sure!”

You softly press your head against his shoulder, “Thanks, pretty comfy shoulder you got here should’ve asked you to share it sooner.” You tease, nuzzling his shoulder lightly just for a reaction. And you get one alright, his skin goes such a lovely shade of red all the way up to the tips of his ears. You giggle softly, trying your best to hold it in and failing miserably.

You even manage to fall asleep despite your own heartbeat quickening at Ranboo’s closeness. You are tapped awake by him, “Hmm?” You rub one of your eyes knowingly appearing adorable and the way he looks at you makes it all worth it. “It’s our stop soon, we gotta get up.”

You nod and lazily stand and he follows suit. Only for the bus to brake abruptly, promptly shoving you into his chest. He wraps his arms around you quickly to steady you whilst you desperately cling to the wicker basket, “You okay?” You both mumble to each other before laughing it off and nodding. “Oh crap.” Ranboo grabs your free hand and you both scramble to get to the front of the bus to hop off. Sparks fly up your arm at the extended contact, even as you jump off the bus.

Ranboo happily leads you to a spot he had picked out earlier in the month. A soft patch of grass below a large willow tree that now sways softly in the warm breeze. You set up your carefully packaged feast with haste now that your stomachs are grumbling.

Ranboo forcefully tries to make himself relax knowing you’ve probably noticed his tense state by now. But you choose not to push him on it, taking an educated guess on why he’s so stressed.

You are quick to compliment his cooking skills when he divvies out a freshly baked quiche. Even though you know his mom for sure did most of the work. It’s the thought that counts. You hope that may snap him out of the stupor he seems to be in. However, no such luck.

“Hey Ranboo, do you want to talk about something?” Ranboo goes into full panic mode. He did not have a plan for you asking something like this. He thought you weren’t confrontational!! You watch as his expression changes rapidly. You look away, “You don’t have to tell me, it’s okay. I just thought you might want to-“

He takes one of your hands in his. Why is he doing this??? This isn’t part of the plan at all! “I…” His throat goes dry. All those hours obsessing over what he was going to say to you are sent out the window when he finally meets your eyes.

“I think I like you.” He hasn’t realised he’s even said it until its waaaaaay too late. Your eyes widen, you didn’t think he’d actually admit it to you. You squeeze his hand as you watch his eyes seem to lose focus, “I like you too.” He is silent for several long moments until he starts blinking rapidly, “Huh!?” The look of utter surprise on his face causes you to burst out laughing.

“Wait, wait, wait you’re serious?” He grabs your arm as a grin slowly starts to creep onto his face. “Sure am.” And as you meet his gaze you realise that his grin actually reached his eyes, for the first time in a long while.

“So, you gonna kiss me now or what?” You tease as his face shines a dark red. “W-well I, uh-“ His stuttering only allows for you to sneak closer and press a firm kiss to his cheek. Somehow, he grows even redder and you sigh pleasantly. “My heart definitely made the right choice with you Ranboo.”

Meanwhile Ranboo is too busy freaking out over the fact that you weren’t even meant to find out he liked you until you were stargazing together later tonight. His plans are utterly ruined! But as you squeeze his hand again to bring his thoughts back into the present, he wonders that perhaps spontaneity isn’t such a bad thing sometimes.

~My ask box is always open if you’ve got any requests or just want to vent about the dreamsmp lore!~

#mcyt #ranboo #x reader #ranboo x reader #fluff headcanons #mcyt x reader #confession headcanons #mcyt imagines #mcyt headcanons

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roxyfoxgamer150 · 2 years

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Sooo idk where to start with this blog, but its great and i love observer mirabel but im also reading all this without any context im sort of confused, so ill just ask a bunch of questions hopefull not annoying

how many mirabels have been made?

what does scrappy mirabel mama mirabel and observer mirabel look like? Any concepts? If u dont mind i would like to draw them.

Where do observer mirabel & scrappy end up when they leaves an au?

Why do they go into different au's in the first place.

Is observer mirabel okay- and how old is she.

Where did the idea of Observer mirabel au come from ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

How many Mirabels have been made? Depends on how many AU's and Timelines I kept seeing in TikTok, Tumblr, basically anywhere

Where do Observer and Scrap end up?

They end up in Observer's version of casita, which is rarely active. Although if your asking what room they end up in, they end up in Observer's room (imagine it's just a white room, but full of portals and it just never ends.)

Why do they go into AU's in the first place

It was originally because Observer was supposed to stop the timelines where something went wrong (Ex: a future where mirabel is suppose to be alive, but instead died). But now she can just interact with two-way portals that has correct futures if she wants to.

Is Observer Mirabel okay?

I just gave her so much trauma and action by letting her go into AUs where she's dead and much more.

Define "okay."

How old is Observer?

15 and half months old (She's an inch taller than the canon one.)

I'm planning to draw them as a sketch because I'm not good at drawing lmao

Although if you wanna draw them, do whatever you want I honestly just use words I'm so sorry 😅

Observer:

She wears a poncho (Black or any shade of yellow, your choice! :D) (Hood up if wanna make it cute or menacing)

Her glasses are cracked sometimes (Your choice again, you can make one of the lenses crack if u want to :D)

A scarred lip *Insert lip bite emoji if there ever was one*

If you wanna draw her using her gift, glowing yellow eyes and mouth.

She's a bit more serious

Edit: if she's going to go full on "mysterious-knight-in-shining-leather" she'll just wear a motorcycle protective suit (Don't draw this, it's too difficult)

Scrappy Mirabel:

Bandages on arms (Bloody or not ur choice)

A bit of nosebleed??

Absolutely has one of her lenses on her glasses cracked

She's still the same as the canon, just a bit more feral and protective

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mortalfaerie · 3 years

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STRANDED IN TIME (M. F.) 3/?

Matthew Fairchild x Lost Herondale! Reader

Awkward introductions were made to the Herondale children, Lucie and James, one of whom was bedridden after an encounter with a greater demon. Dozing by his side in a chair was a lithe boy about the same age with a mop of golden hair, who James introduced as Matthew Fairchild, his parabatai, in light of his unconscious state.

Lucie, upon introductions, had questions.

"You're a Herondale from a different timeline?" She asked, quizzical after being left in the library with you.

"Well, yeah." You replied, unsure of how much you should tell.

"Are you... you said you were born far in the future, so are you James'...?" she asked, clearly avoiding insinuating her brother having had children.

"Oh, no - my ancestor would have been your father's uncle - I think. His name was Tobias Herondale." You replied, seeing the relief on Lucie's face.

"Oh, so we're practically cousins!" she concluded cheerfully. "I suppose that's how we'll explain this. You'll have to be a Herondale cousin a few generations removed - from America?"

"Yep, Los Angeles." You confirmed, relieved for yourself that she was so on board with this plan.

"Perfect! Half the enclave have never lived outside of Idris or England anyway, so I don't think they'll ask many questions."

You smiled and meant to thank her when the doors of the library opened and the sleeping boy from earlier came walking in.

"Lucie, Jamie has just told me the strangest story and I'm certain that he must be pulling my leg, is it -" he began, but fell short upon seeing you. You felt a little self conscious - seeing as your clothes from earlier were a red flag to this time period, you had been leant some old dresses from the attic - simple things, like the blue cotton gown you now wore, and a pair of boots borrowed from Lucie at Tessa's behest. You met his gaze and, feeling your cheeks redden, smoothed your hands over your dress.

"Matthew!" Lucie exclaimed. "It's awful rude of you to come barging in. I'm not wholly sure of what my brother told you, but this is Y/N, a cousin of ours, as it happens, but apparently not of this time." She gestured to you and you offered a weak smile.

"Hi." you offered, and internally cringed at the awkwardness of it.

"Hello." He replied, and crossed the room to offer you his hand. He was at least 4 or 5 inches taller than you, but her bent to kiss your hand when you offered it instead of shaking. "I don't believe we've had the opportunity to meet." he said, and the smile he flashed you made even your cynical heart flutter. This boy knew he was beautiful, and it seemed, knew exactly how to use that knowledge.

"Oh, well, you were asleep when I was introduced to James." you explained without thinking, and then immediately froze as you realized how strange and borderline creepy it sounded. Matthew, still bent to your eye level, flushed a shade of pink.

"My apologies, then." He faltered, and then cleared his throat. "My name is Matthew Fairchild. James is my parabatai, and I am intent not to leave this residence until he has finished convalescing."

"Y/N Herondale." you meekly replied, "But you already heard that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that come across as rude."

"No offense taken, Y/N." he assured you, and his smile took off some of your nerves.

Lucie, thank god, broke the bubble of awkward that had formed in your exchange. "Anyway, Matthew, we've decided she's going to pose as a cousin of ours from America. That way, we don't have to explain quite so much about why she's here."

He gives her an assessing look and then asks, "But do we tell the Merry Thieves?"

Lucie shrugs, unbothered. "That's for James to decide, I think. I imagine I'll be telling Cordelia, seeing as she is to be my parabatai."

As you examine Matthew quietly as he is distracted, you don't miss that he flinches slightly at the mention of the other girl's name. Interesting. You'd have to pay attention when you met this Cordelia, and see what the relationship between the two was.

"Very well, then." Matthew said, more resigned now. "I'll be returning to Jamie's bedside, now, I think."

Before leaving, he smiled warmly at you and sketched a mock-bow. "Miss Herondale, and Miss Herondale." he said comically to you and Lucie.

Several hours later, someone rapt on the door of the room you had been set up in. Having scavenged a copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray from the library, you had resumed where you had left off before. Looking up, you called out, "Hello?"

Lucie opened the door, and poked her head inside. "Do come, Y/N! Cordelia is here and I would like to introduce you!"

You set down your book and followed her out, and down the hall was a taller girl of rich brown skin and red hair. She smiled politely at you, but you sensed tension in her stance.

"Cordelia Carstairs, do meet Y/N Herondale. Now, Y/N, I've told her of your situation, so don't fret." Lucie said, standing between you two.

Cordelia nodded to you. "Pleased to meet you, though I admit, I don't quite understand what your 'situation' means."

You laughed awkwardly. "I'm not so sure either, to be honest."

"Regardless, it's a pleasure. I'm told you'll be here in London until the matter is resolved?" She continued.

"Uh, yep. However long that is." You replied, feeling stunted by the good manners and eloquence of the Edwardian era that did not carry over to your 21st century self. A glimmer caught your eye over her shoulder, and you asked, "Is that Cortana?"

Cordelia beamed. "Yes! It is a Carstairs heirloom sword."

"I know! I'm uh, acquainted with the bearer of it in my time. Her name's Emma Carstairs, and she's pretty cool." You said enthusiastically. This made Cordelia falter a bit, considering the implications of another bearer of Cortana, but she quickly fixed her expression.

"How lovely. If you don't mind, I'm to see James, now that he's more recovered, so I must take my leave, Y/N." She said, perfectly cordial but clearly eager to leave this conversation. As she turned down the hall, you cast an enquirent look to Lucie, but she was oblivious to it as she stared adoringly at her best friend.

Oh well. Perhaps you'd have to pick up more on your manners.

#the last hours #cassandra clare #the infernal devices #the shadowhunter chronicles #the dark artifices #the mortal instruments #matthew fairchild x reader #matthew fairchild imagine #matthew fairchild

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Thought it might be fun to share my concepts for my Beautiful Sacrifice Series

My Concepts

The women of The Untamed are so amazing ughhh

This whole series happened thanks to @mdzswomen s event to honour the women of MDZS. When I read about it I noticed I had never tried to draw any of these amazing women and I knew I needed to change something about that.

My idea was to create a tribute to these strong women and their decision to sacrifice everything. My choice of characters was based on the week one prompts: Jiang Yanli, Wen Qing, Mian Mian and A-Qing. There were more prompts and women, but at that time I didn’t even think I’d manage to draw more than two of them let alone a conceptual series.

It all started with Wen Qing, actually, even though she was the prompt for day two. I knew I wanted a really tall format like a banner hanging from a ceiling (as they are often used in an honorary context) and parts of the character to stick out of its boundaries.

As you can see at first I experimented with Wen Qing fiercely staring into the distance. I tried another sketch with her eyes closed and that’s what inspired all other elements, really.

I decided that I wanted to depict one of the saddest, but also most beautiful and strongest aspects of their journey: the end. I’d call it their final moment, but that doesn’t quite cut it. Jiang Yanli saving Wei Wuxian might have been instinctive, but it wasn’t done to her, she chose to push him away, whatever it may cost her. Which is why I want to go for the phrasing of it having been their final decision. It was an action. And a strong one at that. MianMian chose to end her career, unwilling to tolerate those close-minded people. Wen Qing chose to face the Lanling Jin clan, knowing death was a very likely result. A-Qing chose to signal Xue Yang’s position knowing how dangerous he was.

I didn’t want to portray the scene too realistically, but rather in a symbolic way. For the Beautiful Sacrifice Series I wanted to focus on ease/liberation, sadness and beauty. I chose to portray the deceased with closed eyes and a peaceful expression (as they don’t regret their final act), which is why Mian Mian’s eyes are wide open with her determinedly looking ahead. I also included the last sentence we hear each of these women speak in the show before their (old) life ends.

WEN QING

The first character I had a concept for was Wen Qing. I knew immediately that I wanted to include fire as the cause of her death, but I also wanted to simplify it, to turn it more into a symbol than the actual scene of her being burnt alive.

(At least I imagine that that’s what happened, I may be wrong, though. We know they got her ashes. However, she may have been killed first and burnt later. Or they made it a spectacle to watch one of the last Wen die in flames. Very cruel, but perhaps some found it satisfying).

Wen Qing’s hair is floating in the upwind of the fire’s heat. The flames point to the last thing we hear her say. The background is red for the Wen and fades to black to make the fire shine bright.

The colouring process was quite challenging. I spent days on it, it was really giving me a headache hahaha, I just wasn’t satisfied with anything, the colour palette, the shading, the lighting (it’s the first time I tried a more fancy lighting situation). In the end I put some layers on multiply, which actually helped as I now know her robes were coloured too light, which meant there wasn’t enough contrast to the bright flames in the background.

I was really insecure about the whole piece. I am still stunned that Wen Qing is the drawing with the most notes of this entire series. Thank you so much, it gave me a lot of confidence and motivation to keep trying out new stuff!

JIANG YANLI

Immediately after I had scribbled my Wen Qing concept I knew what I wanted Jiang Yanli’s tribute to look like. Soft and tender, like she is. With Wen Qing it’s the powerful flames that make her hair puff up, resembling Wen Qing’s fierce personality. For Jiang Yanli it’s a gentle breeze that lifts a strand of her hair and carries the lotus leaves with it.

Her eyes are closed as she is deceased. A lotus flower is located where she received the lethal wound in her brother's stead. The flower symbolises her sect, family and fond memories (be it playing by the water with her brothers or making lotus root soup).

Jiang Yanli is wearing my favourite outfit of hers and not her mourning robes which she died in, because I think it captures the gentleness of her personality perfectly with the pastel Jiang colour palette (and it’s actually a layer of see-through fabric in the show).

I really enjoyed colouring this piece and while it was the second design it was the first one I did the lineart and colour for.

MIAN MIAN

I wanted to include an element of disillusion since she experiences that moment of humiliation which is followed by the realisation that the Jin clan doesn’t have her back and goes against her morals.

In the caption I wrote: She spoke up, she stood her ground and then she left all these narrow-minded people behind, choosing to walk alone rather than be silenced. She was the true spark amidst plain snow and she had to realise that the white peony she served was rotten. That day she escaped these golden robes, shedding this old skin which had gotten too tight, and stepped into the future that was hers and hers alone.

The white peony is the symbol of the Lanling Jin sect and while it shines brightly on the outside Mian Mian learned to see through the façade, recognising all the rotten parts she didn’t want to tolerate any longer. With her leaving the peony sheds its petals until it vanished from her life.

In my initial sketch Mian Mian is portrayed with the simple robes she wears underneath her Lanling Jin attire. Since I didn’t give Jiang Yanli her mourning robes and didn’t plan on drawing A-Qing in her white robes either it didn’t feel quite right, though.

The phrase “shedding old skin” and the image of a snake came to my mind. First I thought about experimenting with an actual snake or the pattern of its scales. In the end I settled on the Jin robes being that old skin and showed Mian Mian’s personal robes as the shiny new skin underneath. I wanted to show that she may be stepping out of the Jin sect, but that she is starting on a new, meaningful path.

(Drawing the Jin robes was quite bothersome hahaha. I took tons of pictures of me wearing a robe, but it was so slippery that I almost pulled a muscle while trying to make it look right in the photo. I spent an hour or so on it without any satisfying result and ended up drawing it from imagination after all.)

While I loved my sketch the execution was a p-a-i-n. Colouring her personal robes almost drove me mad and the face, the face was such a struggle. I think I redrew it four to five times. I still think I could have done better, but after days of trying to fix it I decided that perhaps I need some more months of practice to get her expression right (so I might re-draw her in the future).

A-QING

I didn’t think I’d enjoy the A-Qing piece as much as I did!! After having drawn three artworks I was worried that I may have exhausted all possibilities / ideas and that it would end up being a repetition of what I had already done.

I rewatched her episodes for inspiration. I watched all significant episodes of all the women I drew for that matter haha. The last thing we hear her say is directed at Song Lan, actually, which in retrospect surprised me. I could have sworn she talked to Xiao Xingchen last. Or Xue Yang (like in the novel). But nope, it’s our poor poor Song Lan.

Given that A-Qing died the youngest (I think?) I wanted to make her look younger than the other women, so I kept her head round and used pastel colours on her face.

I like moths (unless they eat my clothes or settle down in my food). Moths seek the light and in some way Xiao Xingchen was that light in A-Qing’s life. With the glow they symbolise A-Qing’s soul leaving her body through the lethal wound Xue Yang inflicted on her.

I placed one moth on her mouth as she has been muted by Xue Yang. The new moon in the background stands for the eternal darkness Xue Yang cast on her as moonless nights are the darkest.

For A-Qing I wrote in the caption: She couldn’t protect the man who had taken her in and cared for her. But she stayed. She became a lonely guardian, watching out for the remains of her lost brother in the silence and darkness which were forced upon her. Until that fated day when she gave her life so that the culprit who had shattered this tender soul would be brought to justice.

I finished A-Qing’s artwork way quicker than expected. The robes were tricky with all the torn spots and loose thread, but the rest came easy. I had lots of fun with the moths and the moon. And the glow. I love that cool light blue glow.

THANK YOU

All in all I really loved drawing this series and I thank you for your support, for your wonderful tags which make me smile and giggle and for every reblog and like! Whenever I have a hard time I revisit your tags and find strength within them.

#fytheuntamed #mdzsnet #the untamed fanart #mdzs #mdzswomen #cql #my art #my art 2020 #concept art

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kithtaehyung · 3 years

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november 27th prompt: grey sky pairing: namjoon x artist!reader, university au word count: 1,164 (my hand slipped! these are supposed to be drabbles!)

The first time you met Namjoon, the sky was nothing but grey.

Leaves under your feet scattered in many directions as you made your way down a cobblestone trail. Fall was just about to surrender to winter, but the colors of the forest around you refused to follow suit and give up their autumn shades. Browns, oranges, and yellows mingled together like a symphony of color. It made you feel at home.

You ambled along the path to find a place to settle into and draw, and you remembered there being a bench just down the way. A smile slipped into place. You had been waiting for this moment of peace for days now. Drowning in practicals, essay research, and exam prep would do that to a person: a way to stay afloat was to think to the future.

When the wrought iron bench came into view, you frowned on instinct.

Instead of being unoccupied like the good bench it was supposed to be, it betrayed you by letting someone claim it first. And not just any normal person sitting on a park bench, but a guy that had both legs completely sprawled out across the length of the wooden slats. The nerve! Who did this person think they were?

You had two options at this point: leave, or leave. For one, you weren’t a big fan of conflict, especially with a pretty imposing stranger. One look at his muscled thighs made you gulp. Two, there were other benches. Well, maybe. You don’t remember seeing one on the way, and the rest of the trail was uncharted by you so you couldn’t say for sure if there was another one. Damn.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, were you wanting to sit?”

You almost laughed at yourself. While you were going through conflict-that-was-never-there resolution, this guy probably just saw you there metaphorically buffering. Your words sputtered out in bursts, “Oh, I mean, I can find another bench, it’s fine!”

The stranger shut his book with a snap and peeled his legs off of the seat. With a small sweep of his arm, he offered up the now empty space, “It’s yours. I was so engrossed in this story that I just made myself comfortable without realizing.”

“Okay… Thank you,” you whispered, tentatively making your way over. You hoisted your canvas bag onto the bench and sat down, not knowing if saying anything else was appropriate at the time. Were you supposed to ask about the book he was reading? You settled for just thinking that was the end of your interaction.

However, this guy thought otherwise.

“Are you drawing?”

You could’ve lied and said that you weren’t, but that would’ve been kinda shitty since you were literally clutching your sketchbook to your chest. Showing people your art was just not one of your top 20 things to do. “Umm, yeah,” you responded, drawing the words out, “I planned on it.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable? I’m sorry. I’m just really into art, so I always ask.” He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed. “I have a feeling that’s probably bad etiquette, though.”

He’s cute, you decided. Maybe even endearing. At least, for a guy that hogged park benches.

“Most people would mind that; me included,” you divulged, “But I’ll indulge you since you seem really interested.”

“Thank you,” he breathed, and his eyes sparkled even under the grey skies. “Namjoon,” he blurted, holding out his hand.

You shook it and told him your name in return, and he said it was very nice to meet you. He even repeated your name back to you, which signaled he was polite, attentive, or both. You liked that.

“So, umm,” you muttered, stalling while you leafed through your sketchbook while only having it partially open. “Here,” you huffed after deciding on a page with some rough nature sketches. The pages made a crinkling sound as you pressed both sides of the book flat. You used multiple mediums since the sketchbook you chose could handle many types, and the drawings you were showing Namjoon were charcoal. You loved and hated how unrelenting charcoal was to work with. When you used it for these sketches, you were going for contrast and it definitely worked.

“Wow,” Namjoon sighed, and you saw his hand almost reach out to caress the bent and worn paper. He didn’t, which touched you, but in that moment you were surprised to know that you wouldn’t have minded if he did. “These are beautiful.”

“You think so?” You found your face warming up despite the chilly temperature. Must have been the scarf you're wearing. “I kinda gave up. They aren’t finished.”

“I think that’s what makes them stand out,” Namjoon said, leaning in to get a closer look. He was a giant. You could already tell he was tall just by how he looked sitting on the bench. He towered over you. “These remind me of faded memories, or dreams that escape you as soon as you wake up.”

You turned your head towards him, enraptured by his words. In a moment of wonder, you searched his eyes without even knowing what you were looking for.

No one had ever even attempted to put your sketches into words. Not even you. How did Namjoon manage to give your mindless drawings life? Meaning? You actually felt a weight on your chest from his interpretation. How did it only take him two seconds to make your art seem timeless?

“I don’t… I don’t know what to say to that - thank you,” you whisper, your heart pulsing vibrantly. You practically tear your gaze from Namjoon to choose another set of pages to show him. You’re in deep already, already invested in what else he thought about your creations.

A collection of human studies was next. Unnamed bodies of all shapes stretched across the pages, sometimes overlapping each other in a permanent tango. Blue ink strokes conversed with black and red lines, and some forms were shaded and some not.

“Holy shit,” Namjoon whispered, and you almost didn’t believe him. The only reason you knew he was sincere was the inquisitive look in his eyes as they darted to-and-fro. It was like he didn’t know what to focus on first, like he didn’t want to offend any drawings by not giving his rapt attention.

As you stared at the same spread in your lap, you still saw it as another page in your book. Some drafts and studies you worked on one afternoon and then moved on from. Was he going to breathe life into these, too? Why were you wanting him to?

“You have a gift,” is all he said, and when you looked at him, he just smiled. “There’s a museum out there with wall space for you.”

The first time you met Namjoon, the sky was nothing but grey. But what you remember the most about that day was that it was the start of a very colorful life.

#namjoon x reader #bts reactions #bts imagines #november drabbles #namjoon drabble #bts drabble #ryen writes #member: namjoon #bts university au #first namjoon fic!#bts fanfic #namjoon fanfic #long post

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