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gggoldfinch · 5 months

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brrrrrrr art dump for the tfp self insert oc my childhood self could only dream of 🤯 I drew these back in July but have been thinking about them again recently. This is so embarrassing but I'm so proud of how these character sheets came out, but I can't post them without context so here we goooooo (oc info at the bottom!!!!!!😭)

Embarrassing au & oc info time!!!!!! (tw for vague discussion of non-human self-harm in 10th bullet point):

Okay so basically to preface: in my wip fic (wip is a gross exaggeration), everything remains canonically accurate to TFP except for the fact I use my Magic Fanfic Writer Powers to incorporate ridiculous Cybertronian mysticism canon into it for the sole purpose of furthering my self indulgent plot armor via cyberforming (cyberforming being when organic material becomes that of Cybertronian-make through means of mysticism and/or science)

Marian (unabashed tradgoth self insert) starts off as human. She gets picked up by the Cons while smashed drunk one night bc they think she has info on the Bots (found her bc she was lurking on online forums asking too many questions about big robot aliens bc she once saw them brawling and wanted answers), then she just ends up being kept alive and kept around as a pet/team mascot/ emotional support human, because hey if the Bots have one then maybe humans can be of some use

After a while Marian ends up forming a bond with Starscream (and KO to a lesser extent) after they both end up treating each other with compassion and respect (wow! trauma-bonding!). She kinda definitely falls desperately in love with him (and thinks it's unrequited but jk!). Angst & hurt/comfort abound! Gratuitous usage of mass-displacement device for nsfw purposes! You didn't hear that from me...

She is accidentally killed during the Battle on Cybertron (ca. season 3) by being hit with a stray plasma blast.

Here is where AU material comes in lol!!!!!!!

With the Well of AllSparks alive once again, in an act of desperation SS leaves her body at the edge of the well and actually prays for once in his miserable life. Through a mystical act of pity or mercy or whatever, a fresh spark combines with her own approximation of a soul and cyberforms her corpse and resurrects/ reincarnates her. She's herself, with all her old memories— but also something new, with all-new potential. No one knows wtf is going on lol

She becomes the first mech created on "New" Cybertron. "Cyberform-forged" is the term used for her, making her something of a new race (in the same way the Terrans are a new race), and is more of a mystic anomaly than anything (largely because there is no opportunity to recreate the event).

She's formed with a Vosnian Seeker frame and Cybertronian alt mode. Her frame is weather resistant: built to tolerate and fly through high winds and dangerous weather (Cybertronian and Terran) and relies more on brute force than grace in aviation. This means she is bulky rather than slim and aerodynamic like SS. She's a revival of the (near?) extinct class (if we're going by Prime!canon then Starscream is the only confirmed Vosnian Seeker left). Why Primus decided that cranking out new Vosnians would be a good idea is beyond everyone; everyone is too busy wondering how tf cyberforming works and what the consequences of it are to really question it.

Physically, she's not overtly femme— more androgynous, which is on brand for her Vosnian build. She's top-heavy with large pauldrons, shoulders double the width of her hips. Her new frame reflects her old human body in a very rough, vague way— only enough to be noticeable to those who really knew her before. She applies face paint by hand like her old makeup, and paints one servo red to match how she used to wear her nail polish. She's shorter than SS, around 30-ish feet tall (whereas he pushes 35'). She doesn't have a very good grasp on how her wings emote, therefore anyone who can read Seeker body language can always tell exactly how she's feeling.

She suffers with severe ptsd, depression, and body dysmorphia/ dysphoria as a result of the cyberforming and her human death, and semi-often has moments of panic and distress wherein she self-harms in an attempt to undo what's been done. In a potent mix of lingering human neurodivergency & the jarring biological shift, she often gets overwhelmed by her new body, notably her biomechanical functions: her optics cause a significant amount of stress on a regular basis, to the point where visual "notifications" and all other miscellaneous visual obstructions have to be disabled in order for her to function. This means no scanning data, etc, without purposefully reactivating the internal procedures required for the task. She also has a lot of trouble coping with the lack of sexual dimorphism. Shortly after her "awakening," she brutalized herself due to severe confusion and psychological distress (see the second to last image :( ) and KO had to sedate and mend her.

Every who encounters her and knows her story kinda assumes she just "came back" with a processor malfunction (or if they don't know her story, think she was just traumatized by the war), which isn't totally wrong. Knockout is one of her major supporters thru this and professionally thinks she probably needs a mnemosurgeon to fix her, but can't find any to contact so soon post-war.

She's rather clumsy, and takes a while to acclimate to such a different body (it also doesn't help that Seekers tend to have disproportionally long limbs, as well as cumbersome wings). She smacks things and other mechs with her wings, crushes things in her servos, basically she severely underestimates her own strength and size

One perk to her new body is that she can stream music directly into her processor, which is a function she abuses often to drown everything else out. There are functions she couldn't even dream of before: she can disable pain processors, turn off sight and hearing like throwing a switch, disable various biomechanical functions. She doesn't need to breathe like a human, or expel waste. Energon tastes like battery acid and firecrackers, but hey, she can turn off "taste" processors too.

She's afraid of herself at times, and by extension is afraid of intimacy too. She's afraid she's too different now, in a foreign body she can't seem begin understanding. She feels burdened by expectations; she's not a real Vosnian Seeker, she's not even a real Cybertronian in the way that counts— she is a freakish amalgamation of human memories and a soul stuffed into a shell made new especially for her, despite her having had no say in the matter... Or, at least, that's what she thinks. Those closest to her think she's a miracle and are thrilled to still have her, indefinitely now. Before when she was human, SS had been frustrated and genuinely afraid of feeling anything remotely positive towards her, because of how tragically short human life spans are (and his fears had been proven valid when she was killed). Now he has Marian forever, and while coping with his own problems post-war, he cares for her and teaches her how to be a noble Seeker.

YIPPEEEEEEE

#taught myself to draw mech specifically to draw these #SEE I can be a decent artist when I try 🥺#transformers oc #tfp oc #goldfinch draws #goldfinch writes #(I also forgot to add my @ on the second image hnnnng)

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sissylittlefeather · 9 months

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A/N: here it is! I finally finished it! This could be a prequel to my other two, if you want it to be. Otherwise, it's just a fun 2nd person Elvis x fem!reader one-shot about a young and innocent Elvis on the night he becomes a man. There are most definitely historical inaccuracies, but let's just let those slide please 🥺. I'd love feedback, if you have any!

Warnings: Virgin Elvis, f/m p in v sex, fingering, lots of kissing, kind of a slow burn, unprotected sex, cussing, etc

Last thing: I'm using a gif of Austin Elvis and one of the real deal EP because you can imagine either one. Whatever makes your heart happy.

Baby, What's Your Name?

You've always been bold for a girl of your generation. Your first kiss was your idea and you haven't been "innocent" for a while now. Not that you are open and available for anyone, you just don't hold back when it comes to falling in love.

The year is 1955 and your friend Margie has begged you to come with her to a concert tonight. You have class the next day, and you take your college studies very seriously, but you figure you can still get home at a decent hour. Apparently, there's a new singer that Margie is gushing over. She's heard from other girls that he's supposed to be "something to see". Margie doesn't have much else going on; school isn't exactly her thing. She'll tell anyone who'll listen that she's only there to find a husband. You roll your eyes at this thought and go back to flipping through your closet for something to wear.

"Y/n, just pick something! We're going to be late!" Margie begs, pouting. You settle on a pink and white gingham sundress, sweeping your hair into a ponytail and tying it with a matching pink ribbon. You barely get your shoes on before Margie drags you out the door of your room on campus.

******

The crowd is almost entirely female. "Who is this guy?" You think to yourself. Oh well, no matter. Hopefully it'll be over soon and you can go home and get in bed. It's already late and it's a warm night for September. Margie is bouncing around next to you in her seat.

"Oh my gosh, I just can't wait until he comes out! Eliza said he's the cutest thing she's ever seen!" You roll your eyes again. You do that a lot around Margie. You didn't pick her to be your roommate; the university did. Still, she's been a decent friend, even if she's a little ditsy and boy crazy.

Finally, the other acts are finished and the announcer comes out to let you know this new artist is coming out.

"Please welcome to the stage Elvis Presley!"

The crowd goes absolutely insane. You start to wonder if maybe you've been studying too much. How could you not know this man that everyone else is so crazy for?

He walks out to the middle of the stage. He's wearing a pink jacket that matches the color of your dress. You're surprised to find that he's much more attractive than you imagined he would be, with his boyish smirk and black hair. You sit up a little straighter in your chair, but a group of girls has gathered in the front standing up, so you can't really see anymore from your seat.

Margie grabs your hand, "Come on! Let's go up there!"

"No, no I'm okay here."

Then he starts to sing. Your heart skips a beat and something deep in your stomach turns over. You stand up without even thinking, trying to see better. Margie takes the opportunity and grabs your hand. You don't fight back as she drags you up to the stage.

When you get close enough to really be able to see him, the thing in your stomach flip flops again. He's moving. And not just, like, tapping his foot. He's moving his legs and his hips in ways you didn't even think was possible... not in public, at least. The thing in your stomach moves deeper in your body to the place between your legs. You are drawn to him like he's got some kind of spell on you. More girls press in behind you, but thanks to Margie, you were up there pretty early and you're only one row back from the stage.

You need him. You need him to notice you and want you too. You start racking your brain for what you can do to get his attention. Every other girl around you is screaming like a fool. That won't work. They're also reaching for him like they might pull him off the stage if he gets close enough. He's moving around the stage quite a bit, but he's very careful never to get too close. If only you had something to throw... but you don't have anything in your hands, no bracelets or anything, and the ribbon from your ponytail isn't heavy enough to make it all the way to the stage. He's singing a slower song now, playing his guitar and looking around the crowd. Somehow, his blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart stops. You become acutely aware of your panties and the place on your body directly under them.

Wait. That's it! That would certainly get his attention. And you could easily get them off with the crowd surrounding you. Also, your full skirt that goes all the way to your knees will keep anyone from really knowing they're missing. You start working them down your thighs and Margie notices you wiggling next to her.

"What are you doing?!"

"Don't worry about it."

Finally, you feel your panties hit your ankles and rest on your shoes. It's nearly impossible with the crowd pressing in around you, but you manage to get them off your feet and into your hand. You take a second to thank the heavens that you were wearing pretty pink ones with lace, and not your laundry day undies. You look up to the stage, assessing how hard to throw them to make it right to where he's standing. After spending years playing baseball with your brothers as a kid, you're pretty confident you can get them there.

You take one last look at him; he's holding the mic at an angle, leaned over it and singing with his whole body. The second he finishes the song and stands up, you use all the strength in your arm and calculations you've just done and throw...

They land perfectly at his feet. You couldn't have possibly done any better if your life depended on it. Margie and the other girls directly around you stop and look at you, trying to figure out what you've thrown on the stage.

"Now, what's this?" He asks, picking your panties up from his feet and holding them up. When he realizes what they are, he blushes deeply.

"Well, that's something I didn't expect." He laughs into the mic and looks out into the audience to try to figure out who has given him such an awkward gift. The other girls are staring at you with their mouths open, so it's not hard for him to figure out. Your blush matches his, though, so he simply nods his head slightly in your direction, puts your panties in his pocket quickly and quietly, and moves on to his next song. The girls go back to screaming and you feel various others in the crowd wiggling like you did just minutes ago. Before he can even finish the song, panties are flying on stage left and right. He starts laughing, "ladies, I'm very flattered, but this is really unnecessary!"

The announcer rushes back out onto the stage, stepping between Elvis and the microphone.

"Thank you, Mr. Presley, for such a lovely show! Now, that's the end of our program for the evening, everyone. Thanks for coming out and be safe on your way home!"

You feel a little guilty for ending his set early with your panty-throwing, but you didn't make all those other girls go crazy. Still, you wish he would stay up there forever, singing and moving his hips. You're not ready for this feeling to go away. Another crazy thought enters your head. Maybe you'll try to get your panties back...

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It wasn't hard to figure out where he is staying. There's really only one nice motel in town and the cars from his tour caravan are in the parking lot. You managed to convince Margie to go on home, so you're alone. You're a little nervous, walking into the motel office, but your boldness wins out.

"Hi. I need to know which room Mr. Presley is in."

"Yeah, you and every other girl in town."

"Right, but he asked for me. Call him. I just forgot the room number." It's a flimsy lie and you know it. The motel worker picks up the phone and dials "121".

"Never mind, I was lying. You caught me. I had to try though, right?" You chuckle softly as you back out of the office. Once you're outside, you head straight to room 121. When you get there, you have a sudden attack of nerves. It's so late at night and you're about to knock on the door of a man you've never actually met. This is crazy.

You're standing there trying to decide what to do when the door opens and he almost walks straight into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry darlin', I didn't even see you there." You're frozen to the spot, speechless at his closeness to you as he stands in the doorway of his motel room. He explains something about wanting to talk to someone about how to keep the show going, even if the crowd gets rowdy.

"But I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. Why are you here?" His brows knit together in the center of his forehead.

"Me? I'm just... well... I believe you have something of mine." Again, your boldness beats your fear and you walk past him into his room. He looks out the door and around nervously before closing it gently and turning around to face you. The curtains are pulled shut tightly and the glow from the lamps makes everything in the room kind of orange.

"Something of yours? Honey, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

"Something I threw on the stage." You look him dead in the eyes, hoping he'll recognize you.

"Oh. Oh! It's you!" Thank heavens, he does recognize you. He blushes again, not as deeply this time, but the memory is affecting him.

"I do have something of yours, but I have no intention of giving them back." He smiles playfully and walks across the room to where his jacket is hanging on the back of a chair. He pulls your panties out of his jacket pocket and holds them tightly in his fist.

"The way I see it, you gave me these, fair and square."

"Well, I wasn't really thinking, and it's weird not wearing any..." you realize what you've just told him and his eyes slowly drift to just below your waist before he snaps them back up to meet your eyes again. He swallows hard and you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say next. You walk across the room to him and reach for your panties. He holds them up high over your head and pouts.

"Do you really want them back?"

You're standing so close to him now that you can feel him breathing. Your heart is in your throat with the sensation of his closeness. You don't want your panties back. You want something else entirely.

"No..." you whisper quietly, trying to signal him that he could kiss you if he wants to, that he should kiss you.

Somehow, he reads your signals correctly and leans in slowly. He moves carefully watching for signs that this isn't what you want, but your upturned face and eyes closed softly are exactly what he's hoping for. When his lips finally touch yours, they're gentle, but soon after he drops your panties on the floor and grabs your face with both hands. His lips part yours and his tongue dips into your mouth hungrily. He moves his hands to your waist and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a more passionate kiss. You're locked together like this for some time, kissing, before you realize his hands are shaking lightly. He pulls out of the kiss and puts his forehead on yours, breathing heavily.

"You kiss me like this much more, darlin' and I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."

"I don't want you to stop."

He pulls back and looks at you, his mouth hanging open in mild shock. You can't figure out why he's so nervous. You're saying "yes" in every way you know how. He swallows again deeply and blushes a little.

"Aw, now, honey, don't say things you don't mean. I've never..."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. His nervousness is starting to make sense. He's never done this before. He's a virgin.

The realization makes you smile and you giggle a little at the thought. This man, who dances on stage like he does this every other night, has never actually been with a woman.

"Well, it's not that funny." He pouts again.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not funny at all. But if you don't want to do this, tell me now. Because I won't let you if you really don't want to." You smile reassuringly, but your body is aching for him to touch more of you.

"I didn't say I don't want to." He goes in for another deep and passionate kiss, his tongue moving in ways you'd never imagined. All you can think about is his tongue touching you in other places and that warm spot between your legs gets even warmer. He picks you up by the waist, lifting your feet off the floor just enough to carry you to the bed. Laying you gently on the bed, he stops for a second and looks at you laying there in your pink gingham dress. You prop yourself up on your elbows and kick off your shoes.

"What?"

"Nothing... I just... pink is my favorite color." He mumbles before laying on the bed next to you. You're both laying on your sides facing each other and he begins to undress you carefully, first untying the ribbon in your hair. Then he slides his hand down your back to unzip your dress. The zipper ends where your panties should be, but aren't, and as his fingers brush your skin, you tingle all over. His hand travels back up to the latch of your bra. He fumbles with it for a bit, his fingers trembling, before he finally gets it unclasped. You become keenly aware that all he has to do is slide your dress forward and down and you'll be completely naked. You can see by the bulge in his pants that he's had this thought too. You put your hand up to his face, cupping his cheek.

"You're sure this is what you want?"

"Honey, I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He pulls your dress and bra forward and off of you, standing up to drop it on the floor with your shoes. Now you can really see his hardness pushing against his pants. He takes his shirt off and you sit up to unbutton his pants, letting them drop to the floor next to the pile of your clothes.

Now you're both naked. You touch him gently and he sighs and looks up at the ceiling. After a few seconds of this, he almost can't stand it anymore, so he lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you, still trembling, but obviously gaining confidence. He presses his lips to yours again and you rub your tongue along his bottom lip before he opens his mouth into a deeper kiss. His hand moves down your body, stopping to caress your breast and run his thumb over your nipple. His hand shakes less and less as he moves further down your torso to your hip. He rolls to the side a little and walks his fingers over to the place between your legs. You open them just enough for him to slip a finger inside you. You let out a small moan against his mouth as he moves his finger in and out and in again. You stop kissing him and look into his eyes, reaching down to his hand. Gently, you guide his thumb to the spot that makes your stomach turn over and your heart beat faster.

"Here. Do circles." He listens eagerly and does exactly as you tell him. He feels the knot harden as he massages it, so he keeps up a consistent rhythm. You lose the ability to give him further instruction-- he doesn't need it anyway-- as the pleasure builds up between your legs. You can feel yourself approaching your climax and prepare yourself for the fireworks. He's watching you so closely, taking cues from your body about what to do next. He puts his finger back in you, doing a tickling motion with his fingertip against your insides. You might burst with all the electricity flowing through your body.

"Oh! Yes! Fuck!" You cry out as the ecstatic release washes over you and you begin to pulse around his finger. He smiles widely, amused by your cussing and pleased with his ability to give you an orgasm on his first try. You're not exactly sure how he managed it, but you really don't care. You're still riding your body high. He moves his hand back to your hip and you feel your wetness on his fingers. He's kissing you again, grinding his hardness against your thigh. Despite your release, you're ready for more of him inside you. You reach down again, wrapping your hand around him softly and moving his hips to line up with yours. You put his tip against yourself and pull back from his kiss.

"Last chance to back out." He smiles and looks directly into your eyes. Then, he pushes forward with his hips, just like he did on stage, filling you entirely. The sensation almost overwhelms him and he sets his forehead on your shoulder.

"Oh fuck, baby." Now it's your turn to smile at him for cussing.

"It actually gets better." He lifts his head off your shoulder to look into your eyes and there's an excitement in his that almost makes you laugh out loud. Instead, you plant a kiss on his lips and wrap your legs around his waist. He starts to pump in and out rhythmically. You're not surprised that he's good at this part. You've seen him move on stage. Still, you know he probably won't last too long, since it's his first time, and there's more you want to show him. You release him from your legs and push him off of you and onto his back.

"Oh no baby what...?" With one leg on either side of his hips, you lower yourself onto him. He nearly loses his mind as the change in angle changes the sensation. He moans deeply and grabs your hips, guiding your movement as you ride him. His pleasure is building up and you know he's close as you slide up and down. You move faster and faster, pushing him toward his climax.

"Oh fuck, shit, fuck baby!" He yells as you feel him shudder underneath you and fill you with his warmth. He moans loudly as you move up and down a few more times to really push him over the edge. With him still inside you, you lean forward and lay on his chest. He wraps his arms around you.

"Wow, honey, that was... wow." You smile against his chest, satisfied with your work. After a good amount of time in this position, you move off of him and lay down next to him on your back. He props himself up on his elbow and turns to face you.

"How soon can we do it again?" You chuckle at his eagerness as you realize you won't be making it back to your room tonight. Suddenly, his eyebrows come together on his forehead in worry and you rearrange yourself to look him in the face, mildly concerned at his expression. You brace yourself for some kind of confession. Instead, he smiles and innocently asks:

"Baby... what's your name?"

You erupt in peals of laughter, wrapping your arms around him and rolling over on top of him. You think of the panties on the floor of his motel room, so glad that Margie dragged you to the concert tonight. This might be the beginning of something wonderful.

"My name is..."

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wisyhana · 3 months

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These are some pages that I made as fanart for a fanfic i Really Love. It's something rare that I look back and actually kinda liking the result- 😂 I've been trying to improve my panels flow(?)/pacing And the Lettering- adding words in comics is pretty hard 🥺 if you had some insights, pls let me know ❤ or just give me what you think... Thank you so much!!

Hi! Thank you for waiting this long hahaha

First of all I love your Yugi, is so freaking adorable, big fan over here aaaaaa.

And okay we're gonna talk about comics. Oh boy. It's not a topic I dont like talking but it's something I get way too.... intense, even if I feel I don't have much to defend with. Anyway I'll try to not be so detailed and serious about it so I can bring a decent commentary!

Disclaimer that I have a lot of issues with the use of thought bubbles, but that's a me thing. Myself I try to avoid them so I can focus on a "show more, talk less" type of flow. So if I start talking about them it's because of that, not that you'r doing a bad thing or anything.

I like how you use the panels, by themselves and ignoring the dialogues, they work perfectly fine! I think my thing with the pacing is that I'd draw a 3-4 pages comics instead of 2 for this scene alone. It's a pain I know, but I think for this type of scenario adding a little more of time could help to appreciate some details, like Kaiba being notoriously angry, the moment he touches Yugi's forehead, etc. But this is also a very personal opinion because I'm a sucker for very sloooow interactions, so all this I'm saying is for the sake of a slower pacing. Sadly you gotta draw more or write less if you want to get that effect, also you can get in a situation where things end up vague and ugh, what a pain hjdfhjhds.

I have a serious problem with dialogue bubbles, I never know where to put them Dx. I always feel they're on the way or that they hinder the reading or that they look straight up ugly hahahaha. I think you use a good space for them! they're not in the way of the faces or important scenes, but I can see you needed to add arrows for the conversation to work. In my opinion the dialogue works perfectly without the arrows. We all know there are two people talking so having only the faces on the bubbles was enough to understand who was talking and what order follow.

Now, if you want to work on bubbles without using the faces to show who's talking and don't lose the order in the way, I could recommend something like this:

Sorry if it looks way too clumsy! But a thing we artist have to deal is how the order of the bubbles affects on the flow of the dialogue. Specially when we don't have a specific way to show how the person talks (for example japaneses have many ways to show character's expression so it's easier for them to identify it.) So we need to focus on the flow.

A wonderful person who talks TONS of this matter is the motherfucker Scott McCoud!

This is just an example of how dialogues can contribute to the time and spaces and how the order affects the reading. This is not the exact example for what I mean but Scott is a badass of the comic and the complexity of it.

Understanding Comics The invisible Art is a masterpiece, I blame him for making me doubt is I'm doing a good job or not.

Okay before I go way too into this, one last thing and this is personal opinion. I love white background but you gotta be very careful to not make it look like lazyness. You don't need to draw a full background but maybe adding some shading can help to make the illusion of space rather than having a blank space. Of course this is just my opinion.

Anyway, I really like how you work! my huge recommendation would be to simply take your time on it, I feel it shows a bit of impatience or nerviousness, but that's just my idea. So far you're going a good way on creating comics and I'd love to see more of them :3

Hope this helped you in some way! And as always don't forget to have fun drawing your beautiful bois!

this is me everytime I draw comic and find a inconsistency.

#ask #comic #scott mccloud

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tinyfantasminha · 1 year

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ah okok i have no idea how to ask this so i’m really sorry it’s disorganized…may i ask how u start commissions? or any tips on how to start commissions? i’m thinking of starting them soon but…i have no idea how :’)

The first time is always a little scary/confusing so I get it ;A; ;;;;; I've been doing commissions for 2 years now but I still feel as though I'm still a beginner and unprofessional ;;;;;;;;

The first step is of course to determine what sorts of drawings will you sell and your price sheet (I spent a lot of time on this step, don't worry) for reference I looked up commission price sheets from other artists like what's the average amount they charge for a full rendered drawing? And for a sketch? There are many options as well to consider when it comes to the drawing process, like sketch only, sketch with color, line only, line with flat colors, line with full rendered colors etc... Tbh I'd recommend not presenting too many options since it can get confusing/overwhelming quickly not only for you but for your future clients as well, like whenever people see a commission sheet that's too cluttered with options and prices they tend to get indecisive and overwhelmed and that might drive them off from commissioning you 😅

So one way to attract people to commission you is to make an easy to understand and clean commission sheet price! Make sure to add examples of the kind of drawings that you can do and make the prices legible!!!

Many people organize their sheets with the bust/half-body/full body (rendered and sketched) thing and it works pretty well so I'd start there! I started with this scheme and there's no complaints from me, it's easy to remember and there's also a high demand for these!

Now to determine the prices is one of the hardest things since it varies incredibly from artist to artist 💦Because obviously you should not make your prices way too low and devalue your own work, but also a lot of young commissioners make the mistake of overpricing their works when they only just recently begun making art or/and still need a lot of (years worth of) practice💦

I'd say if you're still not so confident about your own art and you have the conscience that you need yet to improve, you can start with low prices as a test and then gradually raise the prices as you get used to it and already have a decent clientele. However if you're somewhat confident and already have a decent amount of followers, you can ask your followers/friends for suggestions and their opinions, such as ''if you were to buy a full body commission from me how much are you willing to pay it'' ...Obviously you shouldn't just blindly do as people tell you since there's unfortunately some people that will try to take advantage of this, and although it's important to hear suggestions only you can determine what your prices will be!

And finally and most important ALWAYS ASK FOR UP-FRONT PAYMENT, if someone is like ''I don't have the money rn, can I deposit the payment later 🥺'' don't agree to it, don't make the same mistake that I did once :')))) unless the person is a highly trusted friend/mutual, start the art only after you receive the payment so there won't be any risks 💦💦

sdjkfkdjsfjdks this got a bit too long but I hope I was of any help !!!

#answered ask #the marketing and advertising classes i had in uni are finally starting to pay off

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the-milk-anon · 1 year

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Hey! You probably saw me do this with Val! I just wanted to ask some questions to get to know my moots better :)) (if you don't want to answer the questions that's fine too, don't feel pressured!)❤️ Happy new year! 🎊

What's your favorite food?

Favorite place you have visited?

Do you have a favorite artist or a band?

Favorite type of fan fiction?

Your favorite time of the year?

Favorite aot characters?

klara :D hii 💕

omg i feel so honored you consider me a moot of yours 🥺

yes i saw the ask you sent val and it's such a cute idea :3

also happy new year to you too sweetie 🥂🎊

i love talking about food lol - i'm a vegetarian but i went to cooking school so i have decent knowledge about food in general i'd say my fav food ever tho is french fries 😂 they're simple but never fail to make grin from ear to ear when i get to eat some

ok so i've been to a few places in europe but my fav so far is either innsbruck or prague - both of those cities have beautiful architecture and i loved learning about their history as well :D

oh god you're rly gonna make me choose? 😅 hmm the most art i consume in general is music and there's very few genres i don't like so it's rly hard to give a short answer lol the first artist that comes to mind rn is kordhell (spotify link) there's not a single song they made that i dislike i get that this style can be repetitive for some but i really enjoy listening to it a lot^^

fan fiction huh? 😏 as much as i love fluff i'm a sucker for hurt/comfort and angst with a (at least somewhat) happy ending i enjoy all kinds of fics as long as there're none of my triggers involved ofc (sadly i still find some bc not everyone tags the things that trigger me since they're quite "normal" so i get a not so welcome surprise every now and then lol) some of my fav things to read are royal!au, soulmate!au, arranged marriage and slow burns 🥰

my favorite time of the year would be anything other than summer 😂 i rly don't handle heat well and sunlight gives me a headache all year round and in summer there's just so much more of it lmao (i'm a complete night owl btw)

jfalksfjklasf aot yes - ok a bit of context i started watching aot but quit after the first season bc i didn't rly find it all that interesting 😅 i predicted most plot twists or had a vague idea of what was gonna happen but i rly liked sasha and armin (i was aware that levi has a huge fanbase and i rly didn't understand why lol) then a few months later i thought i'd give it another try and holy did the levi fan train hit me hard - idk how i was able to ignore this precious bean the first time around i also grew to love hange a lot and i'm gay as hell for pieck but at the end of the day levi is my favorite - he's nr 1 on my simp list and he always will be ❤️

ok this was very long 😅 i usually don't talk much irl but when i feel comfortable it takes a lot to shut me up esp when i'm invested in the topic

tysm for this 🥺 seeing you in my inbox made me rly rly happy 💕

- 🥛

#🥛.mail #klara 🍬#moot moots 💕

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vioarry · 2 years

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My dearest Vioarry,

You're so lovely, your art gives me nostalgia for the time I got really into drawing, cause I'd be like "oh how did she color that? Did she use the x brush or y? Let me try!". I'm still kind of an art nerd though (still have the habit of drawing something whenever I'm given a piece of paper, though I no longer have a lot of the technique I had back in the day) so I adore your style, it's so nice to look at :3

Anyway, I really like your blog as a whole, gives me comfort that such a good artist is a dream apologist <3 (or sympathizer or whatever label we put on it at this point)

Again, im sorry for not answering sjksks I FORGOT

Anyway it's always heartwarming for me to hear that s.o is inspired by me 🥺. Because it's like a cycle, i don't draw much because my motivation is such a rollercoaster. But then when i don't draw and still see people liking my art or post my ditys, i always get a silly feeling about it.

Its like: "omg, i inspired they to do it, which mean i was also still able to draw and make an effect on others" <- and then i get inspired back!!!

Such a silly but not negative, i think its really positive for me, so ty for tell me those haha

And i'm glad i'm in dreblr cause its such a nice community (even though i have no idea how to be a decent person on tumblr sjakksm) hope i can still give u that comfort in thw future

#sorry it was kind of LONG LOL #ry ask #anon #i get emotional. <- dont tell me dumb i can bit u

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vtori73 · 1 year

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Hmmm... probably shouldn't try writing this right now while lacking a decent amount of sleep BUT I can no longer escape complaining about it so I'm just going to DO IT...

Anyway, so, I keep seeing posts by people sharing counter arguments to posts complaining about people not reblogging their work and just... I'm not sorry to say this but none of these counters i've read so far make any sort of good arguments and kind of just prove the point that a lot of us artists/creators are already very aware of and that is that a LOT of y'all feel entitlement to our creations (regardless of if ur an artist or not).

Don't get the connection? I'll try to explain. Let start with breaking down some of these counter arguments I've seen. The flimsiest one being accusing people of 'guilt tripping' & yes I do think it's flimsy argument/accusation. For one, the artist is NOT literally forcing you to do anything you don't have to ACTUALLY share anything but for the artist it means a lot and could lead to them making actual money that they NEED but can't get elsewhere because we live in a capitalist society. If it bothers you, guess what, you can UNFOLLOW them (it's free) and artists shouldn't be made out to be the villains because they are being honest that the shares/engagement are just THAT important for them (unless they are literally harassing u but that's diff, let's all acknowledge that a diff thing... good? Good!). I don't really see it all that different from panhandling, sure you might find some artists who aren't actually poor poor BUT I would hope most of us are aware of by now that only a very very small percentage of artists are actually living lavishly and at most are making decent enough for what they do. Also, I know we all LOVE to complain about this age of influencers and how things have to involve engagement, likes, etc but for fucks sakes don't be dicks and forget SOME people DO need that bullshit because they can't get their shit out there otherwise & if their shit isn't out there they can't make money, and we need money to fucking live in this nightmare world!!!! You could also just BUY from the artist instead because you know what's even BETTER then online bullshit? ACTUAL FINANCIAL COMPENSATION!!! 'oh but I don't have money, I'm poor too, I can't right now, I would rather give to someone I know who REALLY needs it, etc" all valid responses (that you should keep to yourselves because we don't need to know ur business) BUT you can't have ur goddamn fucking cake and eat to, if you can't support us financially THATS why/when we ask for reblogs/reshares, etc because guess what?... Yeah, you guessed it, it's FREE to do that shit, sure likes are... SOMETHING I won't argue they aren't BUT at the end of the day it doesn't get the artists work to others, it doesn't help spread their artwork to others who might actually be able to pay/hire the artists for their skills.

... okay, so yeah I hope that all makes sense, if not... oh well this is as coherent as sleep deprived me can be. Moving on, I'm going to tackle the next argument which is "likes are engagement too, they mean something TOO ME!!!🥺🥺🥺" ...Ugh 🤮🤢🤮 yeah, this argument is... also bad. Why? Well for one it makes it about someone else, just because YOU are okay with only likes doesn't mean everyone else is especially since not everyone needs the same amount of engagement/support as others since some or even plenty of y'all arent ONLY making income from ur creations/art and have other venues of support unlike some other artists who rely on their art to bring in money. &, I KNOW we are all aware that's not how social media works, social media doesn't put much worth into just likes which is what most artists mean when they complain. They aren't LITERALLY saying your likes mean nothing to them and that you might as well have just spat on them & their work you FUCKERS but I feel like we should all be aware that's what these artists meant, right? Right? Well, y'all should if y'all pay any attention to social media/artists (and please, PLEASE don't try to lie and say yall don't because I know that's bullshit with how much commentary & criticism I see on this & that regarding social media & the claws it has in all of us and our passions/livelihoods etc whatever).

I... think I had another counter argument to a counter argument but I honestly don't recall either so for now I'm just going to wrap up this horrible post. So... you all like to go on & ON about supporting artists, about supporting individuals and not corporations, about supporting indie titles TRUE indie work... and yet... And yet, when these artists & creators go on to complain about no one reblogging/retweeting/sharing, etc their work that they have worked very long & hard for that they are trying to use to stay afloat in our capitalist society y'all are quick to go 'oh y'all are so mean to guilt trip us & this artists who clearly doesn't need engagement for xyz reasons says they appreciate just likes so why should we!!!" I've already known this for awhile, and it's not a hard pill to swallow either, it's just a fact of life that people don't actually want to support artists, it has to be easy, or quick or something, it has to be in the way y'all want to support us, otherwise y'all won't bother and instead of leaving it at that y'all dare to COMPLAIN about US, and it's... its entitlement, pure entitlement to us, to our creations and I just wish yall could acknowledge that, just... be honest with yourselves, with us... please.

Anyway yeah... this was directed at specific posts I saw, and maybe I'm being harsh but I'm just tired... so so tired & not just because I'm lacking sleep but also I'm just so tired as an artists and dealing with seeing day in and day out of basically almost NO ONE caring at all about us or our work. I'm just so tired of all of y'all and maybe next time instead of complaining about x mainstream media thing maybe just... go partake in it instead? I mean, at least those creators/artists were already compensated & don't actually really need y'all's shares, follows, etc, all y'all got to do it consume the media, which is what y'all actually wanted... right?

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kageyamatobiyogurt · 2 years

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haikyuu boys doing your makeup

a/n: what’s up what’s up here’s another fluffy one for y’alllllllll.. maybe i’ll do a part two… lmk who you want? or i might do a post that’s reversed 👀

includes: sakusa, bokuto, kageyama

sakusa:

you had asked him to do your makeup and after some consideration (with his eyebrows obviously furrowed), he agreed

it was also a bit of a surprise you trusted him with it, so he wanted to do it well (like most things)

i feel like he’s someone with careful hands

he’s also someone who wouldn’t really consider himself an artist but you really believe he was one in another life

he’s so so patient and he puts care into everything he decides to add to your face

in the way he’s careful, he’s a lot more on the subtle side of things, he’s kind of keeping in mind the notion of “less is more” and that isn’t so wrong

he even tied his hair back so he wouldn’t have any distractions

his touch is light as he places a finger under your chin to turn your head so he can brush on some highlight

little muttering like “babe look to the left”

or “do this with your lips” as he shows you how he wants you to press them together 🥺

you flinched when he was about to put your eyeliner and he got a little hurt

sakusa was hiding it, but you could tell there was the slightest pout to his lips

“babe when would i ever hurt you,” he exhaled softly

“omi of course you wouldn’t,” you chuckle, tucking a loose curl behind his ear, “i’m excited to look” you smile, making him smile in return

he only tells you to close one eye and it’s so funny because you can see him in severe concentration so he can make a clean line with the eyeliner

“don’t move,” he tells you (as if you would lmao) and his mouth is parted every so slightly as he focuses

“okay so i think it might be a little uneven but i think it’s maybe not that bad,” he tells you, trying not to disappoint you too much

let be honest, it was not bad at all

he actually blended your concealer pretty decently, your eye shadow was subtle with the slight hint of pink, and the highlight was less than you’d usually use

it was quite good

you’re half tempted to ask him to do your makeup on the future days you don’t feel like doing it (he would literally not object)

sakusa let’s out a sigh of relief when you give him this smile that squeezes his heart

“i feel very pretty omi” you tell him

he smiles back in the way the corners of his eyes crinkle- the smile that was only reserved for you- “and i didn’t have to do much, darling”

bokuto:

in this case, he asked you if he could try doing your makeup

he kind of liked being in the background whenever you did it

bokuto watched some steps here and there

he also got particularly excited when you’d take out your highlight because he liked how you shined

of course you were beautiful in his eyes no matter what (especially in the mornings when you’ve just rolled out of bed)

but when you did your makeup you were just that much more pretty

he didn’t even think it was possible to get better, but here you are surprising him yet again!

you little transformations and different looks always wowed him and he wanted to see if you’d let him try too

ofc you would !

he makes you sit by straddling his lap- this is not up for discussion

also does not let you see the progress, he wants to surprise you !

he really tries to be gentle but big himbo man is a little too stronk sometimes anyway

may accidentally poke your face but he kisses it better don’t worry

he isn’t the most artistic so you feel your stomach churn a little at the bright red lipstick he picks out

but his eyes are full of stars as he looks at you so you can’t even object

his tongue sticks out as he whips out your eyeliner

you put a hand on his chest before he starts, “kou, be careful, okay?” just a gentle reminder

bokuto purses his lips as he nods quickly, “of course babe!”

okay listen, he really tried. he tried to be as dainty as you and he tried to bring out the best he saw in you

he reaches over to your little mirror to present his hard work (he spent a good 30-45 minutes) with the proudest beam

you mentally braced yourself for your look because makeup isn’t the easiest especially when you do it the first time

you can can let out a breath when you finally get to see your look, it isn’t bad at all!

the eyeshadow is a little uneven but you can see that he tried to pick out the same colors you usually did

the eyeliner is a little wobbly too but it’s nothing concealer couldn’t fix

the boldest part was indeed the red lip, but you’re pleasantly surprised :))

he’s holding onto your words as you examine yourself in the mirror

“you like it, baby?”

you nod and give him a grin, “not bad at all, kou, i look nice”

he gets so giddy aWIEE

he pulls you in for a hug for trusting him and you give him a big ol’ smooch on the cheek to leave a lipstick print

mans makes sure to take pictures of you and take pictures of you two together too

will most definitely gesture to you and the lipstick kiss on his cheek in your selfies, he’s very proud

kageyama:

he’s a perfectionist, it’s in his blood

he was a bit surprised at your request but he would never really say no to you - bc he’s a softie

before he even touches your face with makeup he does research BABY

there’s so many products?? his mind is reeling at your makeup bag or desk with the amount of brushes and makeup that seemingly looks the same as each other

he’s sitting and sifting through your stuff muttering questions here and there, and they’re all in his tiny voice

“whAt do yOu mEaN concealer and foundation aren’t the same thing?”

“why do you have spray? setting spray??”

when you answer he’s just listening intently and nodding to your words

he watches tutorials on youtube for you :(((

in his research, he asked you how you would describe your usual makeup look so he really delved into what you liked

i think he’d probably be someone who would do your makeup and actually go strictly through all the steps

he learns how to match colors to each other and how to blend in your eyeshadow

he also has really steady and talented hands so he’s not even slightly intimidated by eyeliner

he watched the video, now he knows. how hard could it be?

her really wants to do you right and make you feel proud of him

mans might even end up finding better products for you and those are his future gifts <3

kageyama is also someone who probably could have been an artist in another life. he’s quite technical and precise

he has you sit on a chair in front of him, in the space between his legs, and he uses his hands just to gently turn your head occasionally

he sits on a chair with wheels so he ends up adjusting himself more than you

his touches are light and calculated

arguably, the final look might be better than your usual work

the eyeliner? absolutely perfect, the wings are twins. he knEw how to correct them in the event they weren’t perfect

your eyebrows? in the best shape they’ve ever been in

the eyeshadow? it’s very subtle. the overall look is actually almost like there’s no makeup at all (the kind of no makeup look that guys get fooled by lmao), but more like your skin and all of your features were perfected

only the best for his love i’m literally going to fold in on myself this is so so cute

when you see yourself you actually gotta stand in front of the mirror for a good five minutes, it just so good. he stands behind you a little nervous

“tobio, you really are amazing you know,” you said, making eye contact with his reflection

his ears turn pink at your compliment nsydhsfb

“well i’d wanna do anything well for you” he replies, coming behind you to wrap his arms around your waist

he nuzzles into your neck and all you can do is turn around and embrace him back <33333

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