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orange-axolotl · 3 years

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This idea is based of this post! A huge thank you to @tack-tick who inspired me to write this and @dreamsmp-au-ideas for giving them a platform to put it on.

tw: hurt/no comfort, major death warning, I put smajor in place of Sclatt because i saw some cool ideas of him being Phil’s brother somewhere, a role reversal au.

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Wilbur’s lost count of how many portals that he’s moved through at this point. The endless voids of stars and the sickening purple swirls that he’d raced through all blurring together as he moves through world after world.

It’s been two weeks since he’d received the letter from Technoblade that had prompted the mad dash. He’s read it so often that he can recite it by memory, can see where Techno’s always steady hand had smeared ink.

‘Dad’s not doing too well. Things aren’t going the way that we had planned. It might help us out if you could by. The sooner would be better.

- Technoblade.’

Most people wouldn’t find that alarming, some would even scoff at the way that Wilbur - a relatively soft musician in a family of warriors - is rushing to help the mighty and untouchable Technoblade.

There are only three people in the world who could read the warning signs, the red flags, the imminent danger in his brother’s words. It’s the reason that Wilbur had received the letter instead of the several more powerful people that Technoblade knows.

As soon as he’d gotten it he’d called on every single connection that he has, pulled on old favors, tracked down any kind of help that he could find. At every turn there was helpless shrugs and advice to not go anywhere near that server. Blocked from the common every man in a way that it hadn’t been at the beginning.

He places the ender eyes and does his best to focus on the sketches that Niki had sent him. The bare outlines of a podium, the white house in it’s half - glory (Tubbo and Phil) and it’s half - disatrous (Quackity) state. The flag that he’d designed.

His breath catches as his feet find air. He thinks of his father’s glorious iridescent black wings, Tommy’s barking laughter, Techno’s deadpan jokes. The smell of freshly baked bread.

The end swirls around him, stars twisting around him at a breakneck speed.

Phil’s voice starts to echo all around him a moment later.

“I think that there really was something special about it, ya know?” Phil says, sad and melancholic, “The way that we all built it from the ground up. The way that we managed to keep Dream from stepping all over us, but I think that - I think that eras passed us by.”

“Phil?” Wilbur calls out, struggling to keep his eyes open. “What are you doing?”

A beat of silence.

A whispered, “Wilbur?”

“No, it’s one of your other sons. Yes, it’s me.” Wilbur says, the stars finally slow down until they’re merely turning around him. “I’ve been looking for you guys for so long. It’s a bitch of a thing to get on a server without being whitelisted.”

“Wilbur, mate, you really should go home.” Phil says. It takes far too long before Wilbur realizes that he’s crying. “There’s not really much to be done here.”

Oh gods, Wilbur doesn’t think that he’s ever once heard Phil cry.

“Where are you?” Wilbur calls. He doesn’t know if the stars are actually closing in on him or if it’s a trick of the void. He doesn’t much care when he has a crying father to try to talk too, “Dad, where are you? Where are the others?”

“We’re in L’manberg,” Phil says, catching on the word. “You wouldn’t know exactly where I am. I - Wilbur. I think that it’d be best that you stay out of the Dream SMP for right now. You can try again in a day or two -”

Wilbur’s feet finally meet stone, but much more importantly his eyes are fixated on the black feathers of his father’s wings. The feathers are all in disarray in a way that Phil would never let happen. Wilbur isn’t naive enough to think the dark red smeared against the back is anything other than blood.

The room that they’re in doesn’t look like anything that’s been described to him. There are words carved into the wall shadowed so Wilbur can’t make out more than a few words. His hands start shaking when he realizes that they’re the semi - joking lyrics that Wilbur had sent to him, months ago now, after they’d won the war. Wilbur had insisted that they’d need a national anthem.

“How’d you get in?” Phil asks.

“I - I hacked my way in,” Wilbur says, taking a careful step forward. He has to duck so he doesn’t hit the top of the ceiling. “Phil, what the fuck is going on?”

“Stay back!” Phil snaps, whirling around as the sound echoes in the small space. The instinct to obey that voice has Wilbur taking two steps back. Phil swallows, a few tears trailing down his cheeks, he attempts a horrible facsimile of a smile. “Wilbur, we won.”

“You don’t seem very happy about that?”

“Scott - Scott’s dead, Wilbur.”

Wilbur’s heart drops into his stomach. He has to grab at the edge of a wall to keep himself steady as the words slam into him like a blow. “What?” he whispers, “But I thought you were going to take him in peacefully?”

“He didn’t want that,” Phil says, tragedy written into the deep-set wrinkles of his forehead and in the bags under his eyes. “He made sure that we wouldn’t be able to take him in.”

Wilbur forces himself to focus on Phil. He has too because otherwise the grief would overwhelm him. He still doesn’t know how his vibrant, extroverted, and fun - loving uncle had turned into the cold tyrant that he’d been told about.

Instead he focuses on the way that Phil looks like he might turn into dust at any moment. His bucket hat is wrinkled and sags against his forehead, his shoulders curved and his wings hunched defensively around him. He looks old in a way that Wilbur’s never seen him look.

He hasn’t moved away from the wall. He’s so obviously hiding something from view.

“Phil,” Wilbur’s voice is shaking despite his best effort. “Phil, what’s this room suppose to be about?”

Phil takes a deep fortifying breath. His back straightens, his wings go lax against the floor even as they twitch with energy.

“Phil?”

“Do you remember Eret?” Phil asks.

Oh, Wilbur remembers Eret. The deep wounds that they’d left on his already untrusting father and brother had Wilbur and Tommy sending scathing letters for weeks afterwards. He remembers the half - upset, half - amused way Phil had written about the rainbow - themed castle. He remembers laughing so hard that he’d cried when Tommy told him about the crusade that he and Technoblade were undertaking of stealing every single flamingo that Eret had dared put up.

“I remember Eret,” Wilbur says, “I don’t know what he has to do with this. Phil, please, let’s just go and find our boys -”

His communicator beeps. Several rockets go off.

TommyInnit was slain by Dream using [Nightmare]

Dream went off with a bang due to a firework fired from [Rocket Launcher] by Technoblade

Wilbur stares down at the communicator in horror. He glances up desperate to see the same horror echoed in Phil’s face.

Phil doesn’t even look down, instead just staring at him with tears trickling down his cheeks. He’s moved so he’s no longer hiding the back wall. His hand is hovering over a stone button.

“Did I never tell what Eret told us? Before he betrayed us all?” Wilbur shakes his head. Phil smiles a very sad smile, “It was never meant to be.”

A click of a button, the hiss of TNT igniting, the hard impact of Phil slamming into him, the sound of wings fanning out and feathers puffing out into a protective layer.

It all happens so quickly that Wilbur doesn’t have anytime to process it before the sound of utter devastation hits him. The sound of buildings crumbling into dust, the sound of screams, and rockets.

The beeps emitting from their communicators are coming every second.

“Oh my gods,” Wilbur cries out, coughing and spitting when dirt ends up in his mouth. He can’t open his eyes against the dirt and dust that must be lining his face. “Phil!”

Gentle hands wipe at his eyes until he can finally open them again. Phil is staring down at him, the previous grief and tenseness replaced with worry.

“Are you hurt?” Phil demands.

“Oh my gods,” Wilbur whispers as he stares at bloody stumps where wings once were. “Dad. Dad, your wings.”

“Are you hurt?” Phil demands again. The worry replaced with a steely resolve.

Wilbur shakes his head. His hearing hasn’t even been damaged despite how close they both were.

Phil stumbles to his feet, leans his shoulder against a half - broken wall. Wilbur stays laid out against the wall and stares out at the utter devastation of what he assumes had once been a nation. Now there is only rocks and collapsed buildings, people standing the edge of a crater.

He can’t recognize any of them from this distance.

“Wilbur,” Phil says, drawing his attention to him. His tone has gone utterly casual as if he hadn’t just blown up his own nation. “Have you been practicing with a sword like we’ve told you?”

“Y - yes?”

Phil pulls a netherite sword from it’s sheath. He doesn’t look quite right without his wings but even more than that, there’s something gone from behind his eyes. He holds the sword out to Wilbur, “I need you to kill me, Wil.”

“No!” Wilbur says, pulls himself up onto shaking legs. “Phil. Phil, we need to go find our boys. We need to make sure that Tubbo and Niki are alright. I’m not -”

The handle gets pressed into his shaking palm. Phil continues to look completely blank, “Do it, Wilbur.”

“No! Phil. Dad, listen to me. This is nothing. This can be rebuilt in a few weeks. We can salvage what we need to -”

The words catch in his throat as Phil meets his eyes. He takes the handle back out of Wilbur’s limp hand.

“Alright,” he finally says, a hand reaching up to cup Wilbur’s cheek for a moment before falling away. “Alright, Wilbur.”

Wilbur nearly collapses again from the relief, “Thank you. You were scaring me -”

Phil drives the sword through his own stomach. Stumbles backwards with the force.

Wilbur screams. He doesn’t think that he makes any words but if he did then he wouldn’t be able to hear them over the blood pounding in his ears.

“I’m sorry, Wilbur.” Phil mouths, “I’m sorry.”

He stumbles back another step.

It takes him right off the ledge and into the new crater. It’s a free fall that that a mere minute ago he could’ve flown away from. Now, he’s utterly helpless against the gravity pulling him down. Wilbur lunges towards the edge, his hands hanging uselessly where his father had once stood.

He isn’t quick enough.

His father eyes never leave his face.

Philza hit the ground too hard while trying to escape Philza

#text #fanfiction #wilbur soot #philza #role reversal au #hurt/no comfort #this isn't beta'd at all so sorry for any mistakes!#let there be a garden and a man in it

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kmelanin · 5 years

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Permanent Ink \\ 1 // kth

A/n: So lately, i've been feeling almost nervous to post. Because I know that what I post most people don't want. So you've missed out on like five different oneshots. Lolll. But i don't know why I was feeling like that when this is MY blog. Soooooo, the recent request for the Stoner Tae, I was tooooooooooooo excited for, soooo here is part one of who knows how many. Lol. This and Prince J are the only multipart stories i'm working on. Even though I will posting oneshots. Anyways here it issss….

Main Masterlist~

( Permanent Ink ) masterlist~

WARNING-

word count: 4k+

Request: So tattoo artist stoner tae (I want tae to be intimidating and have an intense aura, bold and blunt) (y/n) daddys girl spoiled brat that owns a fashion company (personality i want her to be confident, honest and daring) she’s brown skin with a fat butt lol that’s it, you can turn it into a series if you want but no pressure. I forgot to say I made their personalities like that so (y/n) don’t walk all over tae, i want her to find him intimidating and challenging and for tae to not be that impressed by her.

three years earlier~

“Wake up! You are so late!” A familiar voice popped into your lovely date night in paris. Your blurred face dream man slowly turned into your best friend in whole world.

“Ro?” You mumble, everything crumbling and reality setting in. Your eyes started to open, regretting it soon after since Rowan opened all of your curtains. The morning sun was seeping in and right into your face. You groan and roll over, covering your head with the closet pillow. You were happier since you black silk sheets somewhat block the sun out.

“No, no. You have a meeting in a hour. You need to get up.” She says yanking the cover off of your body. The sudden cold air made you groan again. But she was right, today was the day. In a hour you were suppose to meet with your father and explain your project to him.

About a year ago he gave you the chance to make your dream come true. To become a fashion designer. Not only did you want to design clothes, but you wanted to own your own company. Your father had quite a bit of money, and he told you if you convinced him with a layout and perfected plan then he will support you financially.

Not only did you draw out amazing sketches and clothing ideas, but you have a estimate on how much you would need.

With your father's company, it allowed us to live very well. And with the help of social media, you were pretty well know, which you hoped would help with your clothing line.

You didn't have time for a shower, and you thanked the universe you took one before you went to bed. You went to the bathroom and did your hygiene routine.

You got your hair done currently. A simple blow and press, with some extensions. You quickly went to your closet and pulled out a strapless tube dress, that went down right to your knees. You then grabbed a leather jacket and some black shin socks. You put it all on and slid on some black ankle booties. You went to your vanity and did a natural glam. You loved having a pro mua come in and glam, but only on days you really felt like looking good. You grabbed your brush and gently brushed your hair down in it's natural flowy way.

Some things you were known for was your fashion and hairstyles.

“Here, here. The car is outside, so eat this because by the time you get there you won't have time for your usual.” Rowan comes in holding a water and breakfast bar. You grabbed your purse and phone and headed out.

You pulled into the private parking ramp of your fathers building. Rowan lead you in, you nod in acknowledgement to the lady at the front desk. You made your way up and to your father's office. When you got to the door. Rowan hands you the binder of all your ideas. You take a deep breath and enter.

You see your father sitting at his desk with his hands folded in his lap with a big smile on his face that you loved to see so much.

“Hi Dad.” You smile talking a seat in front of him. You instantly start showing him everything that was in your binder. You made sure to keep your voice professional and to let him know what you want. You show him everything from the types of fabric you would be using. You let him know that they would be made towards the warmer weather and also autumn. You also let him know that you want to keep things classy with a tingle of edge and sexiness. You continue to show him other things like how many people you need on the team and the equipment you need.

You were finishing you final sentence and take a deep breath, you smile and nod you head, letting him know you were finished. You weren't really sure what he was thinking, he kept that same smile on his face.

“Already, I'm so proud of you. I'm so happy that you realize that you have to work for what you want. I would be happy to help you financially, but other than that you are all on your own. Don't disappoint me.” He stands up opening his arms. Your heart was beating in your ears, so it took you a minute to process, but when you did, your body automatically ran over to your fathers. You chant thank yous over and over again.

now~

You sat across your best friend and now PA, Rowan, at a nice dinner. In three days, part one of your clothing line is going to finally drop. After three long years, everything was perfected and a two part series will drop slowly as the year goes on. So you both say here in one pieces of the new line.

You had on high waisted, long baggy black pants that's went all the way down to the floor, causing you to have to wear heels. You also had on one of the many halter tank tops on as well. Rowan stuck with the simple rose gold slip dress and some heels.

“So I was thinking, everyone in the world right now is talking about your clothing line. I've read some articles saying how it's a luxury brand. And not trying to brag or anything but I agree.” Rowan goes on as she twists some noodles up with her fork.

“Luxury? I'm not making this brand specifically for the rich.” You say frowning. Some pieces were a little higher in price, that's only because the materials themselves are expensive. But there were pieces affordable.

“I mean come on, you are using silks and jewels.”

“There's only two pairs of diamond earrings releasing.” you laugh at her. “Come on Ro, get to the point.”

“Fine, we need to celebrate, doing something other than eating a over priced plate of noodles.” She sets her fork down and picks her phone up. She goes to a instagram account and hold it up to you. “Here look, I think we should get tattoos and by him.” she says picking her fork up again.

You look at the account and see all different types of styles in tattoos and in different places.

“How many artists are there?” You ask and hand her phone back.

“It's just him and another. His name is Kim Taehyung. He’s Korean and he owns his own shop about a mile from here. And the others name is Soobin” She shrugs. “I think both of us getting a tattoo, would be cute and help celebrate this big moment coming for you.”

“And you want to get it right now? I don't even know what to get.”

“Exactly, which is where my role as your best friend and PA come in, I know you pretty well. Soooooo…” she taps her phone a couple of times then hand back. “Swipe left.”

You first seen a rose with a cute diamond floating above it. Then the next one was a pretty jeweled out snake. Then the last one was a butterfly of some sort.

“These are pretty fucking sexy. I’ll probably do the rose and something else. I think this idea is cute.”

“Ill call the driver. Even though I know how to drive, and have my license unlike you.”

“Hey, chill. Father hired a driver for me, there’s no point.”

You and Rowan met in high school. You both went to a private school and met in english class. You sat next to her and you looked at her once and you knew you wanted to be friends.

You two did become friends, and quiet fast. You found out that she wasn't from here, she was from China. She was chinese and black. She was happy that she made a friend so fast. After meeting that day, you two were stuck to each other. Your father was so happy that you made a friend that you could trust. He gave you and Rowan the best birthdays, since her family wasn't able.

It's crazy how long and stuck still you both were. Which is why you would be willing to get tattoos with her.

“The fuck do you mean you can't pay the full amount.” Taehyung was quickly getting annoyed with the teen in front of him. “The price of that tat is $530, and we agreed. So no, I will not take only $400.” Taehyung's face wasn't moving, it was the same as any other time, emotionless and scary. The way his eyes never leave your, it makes anyone nervous. Taehyung wasn't small either, he was almost six foot, his shoulders broad, his arms thick.

The teen who just got a half a sleeve done, which took Taehyung all morning, sighs. He takes his wallet back out and gives him the rest of his money.

“If you had the money, then why lie?” Taehyung asks, his voice going lower.

“I'm a student, it's habit I guess.” The teen shrugs. His really didn't look like he was a true problem, and Taehyung knew he was telling the truth because they were talking about how ugly his student ID looked. Taehyung sighed.

“Look here, I’ll make it 500 even, stop spending money on tattoos.” Taehyung hands back thirty dollars and the teen leaves.

“Soobin, clean my station up and Ill give you my next appointment.” Taehyung yells back towards where their stations were. He smirks a little when he hears lots of noise and feet running, knowing he ran to do it.

Taehyung was checking the calendar when when the door ringed, letting him know that someone was coming in.

As you and Rowan enter the building, you could easily tell that it was a tattoo shop. Even though from the outside it was a all black brick building. You follow Rowan up to the counter, your eyes all over the paintings hung up on almost every inch of the walls.

“Hi, welcome. What can I do for ya?” A deep voice catches your attention. You turn your head towards the desk where Rowan and the man stood. When you first look at him, you felt frozen for a second. He was fucking perfect. He was taller than you, his jawline sharp, and his eyes intense. He seemed really scary, which is why you were stuck, unable to say anything.

“Um, yes. We are here to get some tattoos, I'm not really sure what she wants, but I know what I want.” Rowan says nodding. The guy behind the counter nods and leans up off the counter, he runs his hands run through his ashy brown hair. He had a long sleeve shirt on, hiding the tattoos you see peeking out on his hands and neck. God, you wanted to see what was under it.

“Soobin!” He yells behind his back, within a couple of seconds another guy comes out. He was a little taller, but also lankier. He had a short sleeve shirt, showing a full sleeve on one arm and a couple on the other. His hair was a dark brown and it was kind of in his eyes

“We have two tattoos to do.” Ashy brown hair guy says. “You can take her, and I’ll take miss quiet over there.” He says, his eyes finally landing on yours. He frowns slightly and his hand drops, he doesn't look away for a second. Soobin speaks up.

“You can come this way, and I can start sketching up.” Soobin waves Rowan over.

“Good luck.” You whisper to her as she walks by giving you a okay hand symbol. Once she was gone, you slowly look back towards him. He eyes were already on you, it was like they never left. But he was leaning against the counter, with one hand on his chin holding his head up.

“I'm YN.” You say trying to break the awkwardness you felt.

“Taehyung.” He says, his voice sent shivers down your spine, it was low and sexy. “So what were you wanting?” he asks leaning up again and walks towards the doorway that leads to the back. He waves you to follow him. You do and follow him all the way down to the last door. Once you were in, he shuts the door and he sits at a desk.

“You can sit here.” He says pointing to the tattoo chair next to his desk. You walked over and sat down trying not to expose yourself in anyway. Once you were comfortable. He pushes a button on the side that makes you sit up some.

“So, what would you like?” He asks getting out some paper and pencils.

“Um, I'm actually not really sure, but I think I want it under my boobs.” You say trying not to look into his eyes. You could feel his warmth from where he was and it made your cheeks feel warm. “I seen your instagram, so I trust your opinion.”

“And you said under your breasts? Can you lift your shirt up until it's under them?” He asks. Your eyes bugged out for a minute at the straightforwardness. But you nodded and did it anyways. You pushed them up as far as your can and leaned back. He pushed the button again making you lean back a little. He scooches up a little in his chair, he grabs the hangover light and turned it one, letting him see his clean surface. He raises one of his hand up and over your torso.

“Tell me a little about yourself.” he says. His fingers grazed over your rib cage, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Uhm, I'm releasing a clothing line in a couple of days. Rowan, the girl who came in, she's my best friend and PA. My father owns a really big company, and he helped me actually make my fashion future even possible.” You say looking up at the ceiling trying to ignore his fingers going over your skin.

‘The typical daddys girl’ Taehyung thinks as you keep talking. ‘Probably going to pay for the tats with her daddies card.’ He tried to keep a scoff in.

“Okay, I think two koi fish would look beautiful right here.” He says tracing a circle into your skin. “Like a in the shape and shaded like the yin and yang symbol, but separated.” he pushes himself away and picks his pencil up to start sketching. You went on your phone to distract yourself as he draws again.

“How long have you been tattooing?” You ask.

“I picked up the gun around age 13.” He says, as his hand was going crazy on the paper.

“Oh, nice.” You say trailing off, unsure on what to say next. Then you get a idea. You go to his Instagram page. You see that he has almost 50k followers. You smirk when you think about your couple of million. You click out and go to your camera. You take a couple of pictures of your legs and shoes in a cute position and you go back to instagram and pick the best on to post. When you chose, you captioned it with the eyes emoji and below it something about the pants being in your clothing line. Then you tagged his account and you post. You turn your phone off and wait, maybe he will notice maybe not. He had some pictures of himself on his account, so it wasn’t just his artwork. Within the next five minutes, you go back into your instagram and see that your post had a couple thousand likes, you quickly edit your post saying to follow him.

Within the next couple of minutes, he was done and he showed the picture to you. As soon as you seen it, you knew that you would love it. He explained that what ever white you see other than the background would be your skin and the rest is ink.

“God, I'm so excited for this.” You say as the chair starts to lean back. You stick your shirt into your bra so it would stay up and he starts to prep. Before he put his gloves on his takes out his phone and pushes himself over to a speaker in the corner of the room. He plugs his phone up and turns some on. You peek over trying to look over his shoulder, the only thing you notice, is he pulling his notification screen down. You smiled to yourself when you see the white rectangles going down super fast.

“Holy fuck.” You hear him mumble.

“I tagged you in my post, I hope you don't mind.” You smile. His head snaps over to you and back to his phone, he had a slight frown.

“Uh, Thanks.” He nods his head and sets his phone on the speaker and scooches over to you and continues prepping. His reaction wasn't what you were expecting, but something is better than nothing. You went to look at his account again and noticed that he had over 100k. You felt like a proud mother, but he didn't seem to be too happy about it.You sighed. You weren't sure what to do, he was so closed off. Keeping things professional. But all you could think about it how fucking beautiful he is.

Once his gloves were on he grabbed a wipe and cleaned off your skin, in the area was going to tattoo. You closed your eyes to try and control your breathing, and calm your nerves.You felt as he transferred the drawing to your torso. As soon as you heard the sound of the tattoo gun buzzed you knew you couldn't go back.

Throughout the whole process, he would hold you down when you flinch when he hits the ribs. He would whisper helpful saying like ‘it's okay, this line is almost over’, or ‘You got this, you're strong.” It wasn't even the sayings that helped, it was how he said it, and his voice was low and rough. You kept peeping down, looking at his neck tattoos, or just how his hair laid on his head.

Your mind finally calmed down when he switched the gun off.

“You did a lot better towards the end, good job.” He says taking his gloves off. He grabs some paper towel and a spray bottle. He sprays the paper and he wipes and dabs it against you. He then grabs some plastic and lays it over the tattoo with a little bit of skin tape. He then bends down and pushes the button letting you sit up. He helps you stand up and pull your shirt down. You went to go look in the full body mirror he had on the back of the door but he stops you and stands in front of you.

“No, I need you to come back tomorrow. I take pictures, so I wanted to take a picture of this with my professional camera. If that's okay?” He ran his fingers through his hair, exposing his brows a little, showing that they were frowning a little, which made his eyes look so intense when his hair cover his brows. “So I need you to keep that covered because I put this ointment on it that will help the swelling go down.”

So he wants you to come back tomorrow? You could do that.

“Okay, sure. But I can't look at it?” You ask, feeling the stiffness of the plastic.

“Nope, I like to show my clients the picture first. It will give you a different feeling when you see it then look at it on yourself.” He says looking down at you. You look back at him and nod.

“Um, time?” You ask. Your throat was suddenly dry, and he felt way to close.

“Whenever.”

“Okay, I’ll come in the morning, I have afternoon meetings.” You say nodding. You grab your purse and walk out behind him. You see Rowan getting her card back from Soobin when you come out. She smiles towards you as you walk up.

“Lemme see!” She says excitingly.

“Nope, I haven't even seen it. We can tomorrow.” You say.

“Oh, well I can show you mine.” She says and lifts her other hand up and on the inner part of her upper arm was a rose that wasn't shaded, it went across the whole space.

“That's so pretty!! I like how the stem goes into your armpit.” You joke. “You don't want a pity rose.” and you both laugh at your horrible joke. Soobin even joined. After Rowan was done, she told you that she was going to wait out in the car. Soobin leaves to the back, leaving you with Taehyung.

You take out your card. You father made sure to get you the black one. You had it to him and rings you up.

“Um, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime?” You blurt out. Your face burned at 450 when his head pops up to yours. He scoffs and looks back down to what he was doing. Once he was done he hands you back the card. But before you can get it back completely he holds it still.

“I don't know if times had change, but last time I checked, you don't try to guilt someone into hanging out with them.” He says, letting the card go.

“What? No-”

“So drooling over me, then give me over sixty thousand followers, then you wanna hang out.” He makes air quotes with his fingers.

“No, I didn't mean it like that…”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I open around 8am.” He says then he nods his head and heads to the back.

The next day, in the morning, you got up around 7 in the morning and got ready for the day. Since you had two meetings to go to today, you put on some casual clothes, consisting of some leggings and a oversized sweatshirt and some sneakers. You finished getting ready around 8:30. You quickly got into your car and headed back to tattoo shop.

You quickly parked and went inside. You were so excited to finally see your tattoo, but you weren't as excited to see Taehyung. You hated how a simple glance your way made your cheeks burn and your heart race, but yet he was so blunt and rude. You didn't know why you felt like you had to, but you wanted to try a different way. Maybe not do the first thing that comes to your mind.

You just, you just really wanted to kiss him, fuck.

As you walked in, you noticed how much smokier it was in the place. The door dinged as you walked in, so Taehyung was walking out pretty quickly, spraying some febreeze. That's when it hit you, the smell.

You didn't know why, but the fact that he smokes marijuana, just makes you feel so much hotter inside. When you walk up to the counter and his eyes were so much lower than yesterday.

You’ve always wanted to smoke weed. You did in high school, but after you found out you can't always trust who you were getting it from, you were scared.

“Ah, fuck. I'm sorry.” He says laughing a little. His smile wasn't huge, but since his eyes were low, his eyes went more smiley, making your heart race.

“For?” You ask confused.

“The smell.” He says also confused, did you not smell it?

“Oh that's okay.” You smile to him. “I actually smoke myself. Well once.” You mumble the last part, kind of embarrassed.

“Only once? Why only once?” He asks tilting his head. “What? Did daddy threaten to take away your allowance if you did?” he waves his hands around and scoffs. You were shocked to say the least.

“Um, one, I don't call my father daddy. Two, he doesn't care what I do, as long as I don't end up dead or locked up.” You put all of your weight on foot.

“Ah, sure sure. Let's just get these pictures over with.” He says and turns walking back, you follow. Instead of going to room you went to before, you turn right and make your way into another room. On one side there was a white screen posted up with light in front, and on in the back.

“I have a sports bra on.” You say and pull your sweater over your head.

“You didn't have to take it all the way off.” He says quietly. You look over at him, and his eyes were on you. When you looked at him, he quickly looked down at the camera he was holding.

“Well it's hot and smoking in here Taehyung.” You say in a duh tone.”Plus, I don't feel like holding this is up.” You say, folding your sweatshirt up and setting it on the chair.

“Whatever, go stand over there.” He says pointing towards the screen. You nod, ignoring his rudeness. You stand in front and feel the make sure your bra wasn't covering anything. He sets the camera down, and he grabs a couple of items you couldn't see because of the lights in your face. When he walks in front of you, you notice three different things in his hand. A spray bottle, a towel and a tube of some sort.

He throws you off guard when he drops to his knees in front of you. He puts everything on the ground and reach up. He pulls the plastic wrap off and then he grabs the spray bottle and sprays. You didn't think it was going to be so cold, so the water made you flinch.

“Don't move.” He grumbles. You just rolled your eyes and his attitude. He then grabs the towel and dabs at tattoo. He sets that down then grab the tube and opens it, he pushes some white cream on his fingers and he rubs it between his fingers before rubbing it on you. His fingers were soft on your tattoo so it doesn't hurt. You wished he would bring his hand farther down. His fingers left, and he stood up grabbing the other stuff and he wipes his fingers off.

“I put on some non scented lotion and rubbed it in all the way.” He mumbles and brings the camera up to his face. You nodded and stood still.

Taehyung zoomed in to the tattoo, snapping a couple of pictures. As he did, he couldn't help but to look at you, really look at you.

You were actually beautiful as fuck, and he knew that the first time he looked at you. But he doesn't hate anything more then a spoiled rich girl.

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judenightfell · 5 years

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How do you do your artwork? I want to get into graphic design and I love your style

hi, love! first, thank you so much here’s an example of the graphic designing I’ve done for 7 years)

Illustrations are just drawings, and to get even more specific, there’s regular drawing and then there’s digital drawing, and I currently do everything digital (i could not draw well on a piece of paper to save my life, no clue why)

SO! here’s my process! and keep in mind that this might not be what works for you, or only one or two things will stick, but I think it’s great to give everything a try and see what you like!

NOTE: I use a Wacom Intuos Tablet (small) with the Wacom pen. The program I use is Photoshop CC 2019.

1) Find References Do NOT be afraid or ashamed to use reference photos as you’re starting. I have a pintrest board that I save any and all photos that I will want to use as references for my drawings For example, THIS photo is a reference I used for my Jemma sketch, and funny enough, Cassandra Jean also used this photo for reference in THIS illustration she did that I saw two days after I finished and posted my sketch. So if someone as talented as CJ can use reference photos, you can to!

2) Sketch So now that I have my reference photo(s) I start to sketch. And sometimes you’ll have to sketch over your original sketch to make a hand look normal, or fix an eye, but you can keep working at a sketch until you’re happy! Don’t be afraid to even sketch on top of your reference photos! If you’re just starting out, and have no clue why you can’t get this one damn foot to look right, just sketch it over the reference! It helps you learn how things are shaped, how to draw certain curves, etc, and eventually you’ll understand and have a natural eye for sketching a body! And don’t think your sketch has to look absolutely polished! A sketch is meant to be rough, it’s just an outline of the basic shapes you need. Think of it like an book: the outline of the plot is the sketch, and the actual writing is the inking...which brings me to...

3) Inking When you’re finally happy with your sketch, you can start to ink your lines. “inking” just refers to actually putting down concrete lines in your drawing. This is where you decide if you want that shoulder to be a little higher or a little lower. How I ink my drawings: set my sketch layer to 30% opacity, set my brush size to 15 or 20, set Smoothing to 100. Next to Smoothing, there’s a little gear icon, and I select “Stroke Catch-Up” -- this means that when I start to draw my lines, the actual lines are delayed on screen. This helps A LOT to get those perfect lines in one swipe (of course, you might to do it 20 times before you get it perfect, but that just comes with the territory) and means you won’t have those weird sections you might get if you were drawing, picking up your pen, and going back in to finish the line. (I hope that made sense, here’s a Youtube video I watched when I was starting out that helps explain this concept!) When you’re inking, you might have lines that intersect at corners, but I just erase those when I’m done with the entire inking process, instead of while I’m doing it! ALSO, you do not have to ink every single line in your sketch (I’ll mention this later!) just the important/main ones!

4) Colouring THE FUN PART! I move my sketch and inking layers on top of my layers that I will be using for colouring, so that when I colour, the inked lines cover the edges of the colours (does that make sense???) ANYWAY My style currently is what I call “block colouring.” it means that there really is not shading or “traditional” tonal values or realistic shadows to objects. It’s pretty “flat” except for basic shadows to give some dimension. I start with the base of the skin tone, then base of the hair, the clothes/jewelry, etc. just put the colour down (and runes I just fill in Black). make sure it nice and tight, and the skin colour doesn’t run into the hair or clothes, ya know? Then I go in with a colour just a bit darker than each of the colours in the drawing already. If you’re drawing a white person, shade the skin with a slightly darker pink/peach colour, if it’s a POC, choose shades darker than their tone. This goes for hair, eyes, clothes etc! You might have to look back at your reference photos to know where the shadows are on your person! I shade using my brush set on 100% smoothing, so that the edges are straight as well!

5) Sketching...Again When i’ve finished with colouring, I reapply my sketch layer at full opacity on top of my colouring WITH my inking. you remember how I said you don’t have to ink every single line, just the main ones? Well that’s because you can go back with your sketch layer, erase the sketching of those main lines, so you have the sketching of the smaller lines left! And what I mean by smaller lines is like the sketching on the folds in fabric, or lines in the throat that detail the Adam’s apple. It gives my drawings just a hint of the “rough” style of sketching that I really like!

That’s pretty much my process! I’m sorry if some things didn’t make sense (it’s my first time trying to explain these things) so if you need clarification, don’t hesitate to ask!

wow this was long!

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sapphicscholar · 6 years

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A/N: I'm not sure if there's an audience for this AU, so let me know if you like it and want me to continue! That being said, it's one of my favorite books (and movies, though this one is closer to the book than the film) and one of my favorite Supergirl pairings, so I'd be more than happy to keep writing and posting if it looks like people would like to read it!

Chapter Text:

“Miss Danvers. Kara Danvers,” the floor manager hissed, waving her hand in front of Kara’s face until she saw her attention flicker back to the present as she blinked rapidly a few times.

“Yes, Siobhan?”

“I’ve been calling for you. It’s time for your mandated lunch break, though it seems you’ve already been taking it,” the woman huffed.

Looking appropriately chastised, Kara nodded. Just because the job wasn’t exactly her calling—the kind of thing she saw herself doing for the rest of her life—didn’t mean she shouldn’t try. “Right, thank you, Miss Smythe.”

The other woman had already spun on her heels and walked away at that point, leaving Kara to close up her register and make her way down to the employee cafeteria, or else to roam the streets of New York City during the holiday season hoping to find somewhere with a line short enough that she could get in, order, eat, pay, and get back to Frankenberg’s all within the hour. She had tried bringing her lunch the first few weeks, hoping to save every extra penny for her upcoming trip with Mike, but she found the other employees were unscrupulous. Only once in her first week had she found her lunch uneaten where she had left it by the time she made it downstairs, and it made her question the wisdom of her normally trusting nature.

Over lunch, Kara made polite conversation with a few of the other employees, though she tried to slip back into her own work from time to time, pulling her cheap sketchbook into her lap and tracing the outlines of her fellow employees, etching in charcoal the sallow faces of the ones who had survived decades in retail, the rosy-faced optimism of those even newer than her, the little imperfections and bits of character that shone out in the smattering of humanity at its messiest, its most real, in that cafeteria.

“Whatcha workin’ on?” came a woman’s voice, loud and nasally.

“Oh, nothing,” Kara shrugged, shoving her sketchbook back under her leg and returning her attention to the assortment of tan-colored food on the tray in front of her: the plain chicken breast, which seemed to blend almost imperceptibly into the scoop of mashed potatoes, darkened with age, and all paired with a slice of buttered bread.

“Looked like ya were drawing.” Kara watched the woman spear a forkful of chicken and potatoes and bring them to her mouth, words spilling out between bites.

“Ah, I sketch every now and then. Paint a bit at home.”

“That right? You any good?”

Kara shrugged. “I wouldn’t know—haven’t really shown my work to anyone. Besides, it’s not as though I own a proper paint set or any of the right equipment or materials.”

The woman seemed content enough to leave it at that, and Kara found herself grateful for the easy end to their conversation.

“I should probably head back up,” Kara offered, hoping she would be able to slip away quietly.

“You’ve barely eaten.”

Willing her stomach not to let loose with a less-than-professional growl, Kara waved off her concern. “I’ll be alright. It’s been so crazy up on the toy floor, I thought I ought to return faster.”

“You should take the break—they’ll only give you the one, and you wouldn’t want to get taken advantage of.”

“Thanks.” But Kara knew she wouldn’t be here long enough for them to take any more advantage of her than the meager paycheck she already settled for in exchange for priceless hours she might have spent trying to take art classes or developing her portfolio. She had promised Mike, though, promised that she would find the money to go with him to Europe, to follow him in chasing his dreams, even if he hadn’t quite been able to articulate them and she hadn’t really understood what he meant about “finding himself” abroad.

By the time she made it back up to the toy floor, having stowed her sketchbook back in her locker, figuring to anyone else it would seem much less valuable than a simple sandwich, her lunch break was well and truly over, and Siobhan was already yelling for her to cover a register.

Kara found she didn’t mind the work quite so much if she could keep busy. The problem was when the store grew quiet enough to give her time to think; her teachers had always told her that her imagination would be the death of her. She found herself imagining just how she might capture the store, the moment, the customers in ink and paint, how best to immortalize the utter banality of it all without losing the urgency they all seemed to bring to Frankenberg’s famous toy department—how very important it was to customers to get the exact doll they needed or the perfect train set that would bring their young tyke the joy the holiday season always promised.

“Miss Danvers, your hat!” Siobhan hissed during a slight lull in the rush, thrusting at her one of the felt Santa hats Frankenberg’s had given to their employees for the two weeks leading up to Christmas.

“Sorry,” Kara mumbled, pulling it down and over her head, wishing she could simply disappear.

“Excuse me, miss?”

“Yes? How can I help you?” Kara asked, forcing a smile onto her face.

“I’m looking for the little dog—I don’t know much about it,” the woman admitted, her face falling slightly. “He has a leash, and my daughter says he moves on his own.”

“Oh,” Kara gasped, nodding as she stepped out from behind the counter. “That’s the Guide-a-Scotty. His ears flop and his tail wags when you walk him.”

“Yes! That’s the one!”

Kara’s smile turned genuine at the excitement in the woman’s voice. “Glad to be able to help.” Pulling out the small stepladder, Kara reached up to one of the high shelves and pulled down the toy box.

“This is perfect. Thank you, miss.”

“Of course. Do you need help finding anything else today?”

“No, no, this will be all.”

“I can ring you up at the counter, then.” She led the way as the woman followed her back to the register. “Would you like to take this home with you today or do you need it shipped?”

“I’ll carry it home. Do you wrap presents here?”

“Down on the first floor. Just bring your receipt so you aren’t changed extra.”

Once the woman left, Kara helped a few more mothers desperate to find the newest toy cars and miniature fire trucks and baby dolls that could cry and wet themselves, finally settling back in at the counter with a few minutes to herself to tidy her space. It was as she stood arranging the order slips that she saw her.

Their eyes met, and Kara swore she had never seen a woman as beautiful as the one across the store. With a long fur coat wrapped around her small frame, she stood tall, taking up much more space than a woman of her size should have been able to, her blonde hair perfectly tousled, falling in soft waves. In the woman’s eyes, she felt like she had found her muse, the one that would open up the secrets of the universe to her to see, to paint, to know in ways she could never possibly put into words.

As the woman began walking toward the counter, her movements smooth, as though she moved effortlessly even through the crowded floor, the hordes of last-minute shoppers simply parting before her, Kara felt her heart pound in her chest. It felt like the most important moment in her still short existence, as though this woman might change everything by the sheer fact of her existence.

“Miss, can I see that doll?”

“Huh?” Kara blinked slowly as she forced herself to focus on the woman in front of her—a short, plump woman with ruddy red cheeks rapping her knuckles on the counter, which was suddenly the most grating sound in the world.

“The doll. I need to see it.”

“Oh, right,” Kara nodded, plucking it from the shelf behind her and returning her attention to the store floor to try to spot the woman. She found herself impossibly disappointed when she could no longer see her. Perhaps it was for the best, she thought. Things always seemed to disappoint her when they traversed that gap from fantasy to reality; nothing was ever able to compare to the possibilities her imagination conjured.

“Excuse me,” came the low drawl of the woman she’d just been thinking she might never see again. “Do you stock those awful Roy Rogers cap guns and such here?”

“I—uh, some of them?” She wasn’t sure if saying yes was even the right answer when the woman had already called them awful. “They’ve been selling quickly—quite popular this holiday season.”

“Mm, yes, that’s what I’ve been told.” There it was—the slight roll of her eyes that suggested a toy gun was the very last thing she actually wanted to be purchasing that afternoon.

“Do you know which model your child wants?” Kara asked, hoping that focusing on the parts of her job she knew how to do would keep her from fumbling over her words once more, keep the flames of embarrassment from staining her cheeks an even darker shade of red.

“I don’t even know that he wants it at all,” Cat admitted, rubbing at her temples.

“Oh.” It seemed trite and stupid to have even opened her mouth at all, and Kara wished she hadn’t, but it was too late now, so she forged ahead. “Um, is there another toy he might like?”

“What would you have liked when you were young?” the woman asked suddenly, her eyes flicking up to meet Kara’s. Kara seemed to freeze, as if the woman’s gaze had some kind of magical force—more pull than even the way her words fell so perfectly, so deliberately from her lips, as if each thought had been hand-crafted for her and for this moment.

“Well, um, I got a few dolls. But what I really wanted was a train set.”

“Do you have any of those?”

“We do,” Kara nodded. “Would you like to see?” She knew she was really only allowed to leave the counter to retrieve an item, referring customers who were still browsing to the workers out on the floor, but she’d be damned if she were going to give up a chance to spend even more time with this woman when she could already feel the moments they shared together slipping by like sand in an hourglass, could sense more powerfully than ever time’s inexorable march forward that wouldn’t cease until they were forced to part—perhaps forever.

The woman nodded and followed Kara’s lead, sweeping through the store until they reached a large display table where a hand-painted wooden trainset had been assembled and was now running, a quiet mechanical whirl filling the air around them. Kara walked her through a few of the most popular models until she chose the one she wanted and was led back to the register.

“I’ll just need your address for delivery.”

“And it will arrive in time for Christmas?”

“Oh yes,” Kara promised. “It will be there by Monday—two full days before Christmas.”

With a nod, the woman gave her address for “the Grant residence,” an address out in the New Jersey countryside. Kara found herself wondering what it might look like, how a woman like that might live. “It will arrive? You won’t make any mistakes, will you?”

“Yes, it will arrive, and, no, I won’t make any mistakes,” Kara promised once more.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to make you nervous.” She didn’t look particularly sorry, one corner of her mouth quirked up in a small smirk.

“You don’t,” Kara lied, flashing a beaming smile in the woman’s direction.

The woman—Mrs. C. Grant, Kara amended—nodded, seemingly content with the answer, before bending over to sign the COD slip. With a half-smile and murmured goodbye, she was on her way once more.

All too soon, Kara was dragged back into the cold light of reality by Siobhan’s voice in her ear. “Was that a COD order?” she hissed.

“Yes, Miss Smythe.”

“The customer needs to keep the top strip,” Siobhan sighed, her voice tinged with annoyance. The holiday hires were always liable to forget, to make mistakes that inevitably complicated her job. “Is she still here? Go run and give it to her.”

Quickly making her way out from behind the counter, the little strip of paper clutched in her hands, Kara felt a wave of shame overtake her as she regarded her own outfit—the navy skirt whose hem had come undone slightly in the back, a quick fix that had been on her to do list for several months at this point, paired with a plain white blouse under a cardigan that suddenly seemed rather shabby. She supposed she should at least be grateful that they had run out of the thick green smocks all employees were to wear while on duty.

“You, um, you’re supposed to keep this slip,” Kara mumbled, quickly turning to leave.

“I know,” the woman stated breezily, the ease of her words freezing Kara to the spot. “I get most of my packages without them.”

“Still, Mrs. Grant, I wouldn’t want it to ruin your Christmas,” Kara shrugged.

For a moment, a flash of something seemed to darken the woman’s expression, but she chased it away quickly. “If it would make you feel better, I’ll take it. I can’t promise not to lose it, though,” she added, her lips curling up into a lazy smile.

The woman finally departed in earnest, leaving Kara feeling cold and empty, like her world had been changed for a few short moments before reverting back to exactly the way it once had been—only now that earlier state seemed so much emptier. Her afternoon passed at an excruciatingly slow pace, her only solace the 15-minute break she spent downstairs carefully selecting a card to send to Mrs. Grant. Eventually she settled on a navy one with silver accents printed on a heavy cardstock, though when she went to write a note, she paused, her pen hovering over the blank page. Perhaps it had been a silly idea, after all, and yet she wished she could tell her something grand, how she seemed to have changed her life forever, perhaps even tell her that she loved her—loved her in a way she’d never loved anyone or anything in her entire life. She ended up writing, “Happy holidays from Frankenberg’s,” in careful script and signing it merely as employee 645-A. It wasn’t as though the card would mean anything to Mrs. C. Grant—certainly not a fraction of what the woman had meant to her. In a moment of boldness, she dropped it into the mailbox before she could second guess herself any further and hurried back to her place at the register.

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Saturday afternoon, Mike phoned, asking if Kara might want to go catch a weekend matinee with him. And she knew the right thing would be to say yes—they were dating, after all, that was what couples did. But she couldn’t bring herself to say yes, found that her sense of apathy toward him, which sometimes verged into genuine happiness, could barely even be summoned, leaving her cold at the very idea of seeing him, of having to kiss him at the end of the date and come up with an excuse as to why she didn’t want him to come back up to her apartment.

“C’mon, Kara,” he cajoled her, “we didn’t go out last weekend either.”

“I’ve been busy at Frankenberg’s, you know that.”

“It’s not like it’s your real job,” he huffed.

“You want me to be able to have enough money to go to Europe with you, don’t you?”

“Here’s the thing—I have a friend, caught up with him down at the bar last weekend after you cancelled on me, and he thinks he could get you a painting job.”

“Really?” She didn’t want to get her hopes up only to have them let down once more, leaving her feeling worse than ever, but that was all she had ever wanted since she inherited her mother’s painting materials after her parents passed away.

“Yeah, he works for an advertising firm, and they’re looking for local artists to work on their newest campaign. It wouldn’t be like a gallery show or anything like that, but it’d get you enough for Europe—and then you wouldn’t have to worry.”

Kara bristled slightly at the idea that the only reason she might worry about working was to go on this trip with Mike, like her art was just a means to an end that she hadn’t even chosen. But then again, she had never told him anything more, had let him believe what he wanted to hear. Why would he suspect anything else? “Okay, yeah.”

“Yeah? Sound excited, Kara,” he laughed. “You’re always so serious these days.”

“I am excited,” she insisted.

“I told him we could all get together for drinks this week. You’ll manage to drag yourself up for that, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can do that,” Kara agreed. “I’m just tired from the extra hours is all.”

“Well rest up.”

“I will, thanks.” With murmured goodbyes, Kara placed the phone back down on the receiver, letting her forehead drop to the wall until she heard the sound of her nosy next door neighbor shuffling forward to peer into the hallway and see who had been talking on the building’s phone.

She ended up feeling restless all night, not nearly as exhausted by her shifts as she had led Mike to believe—not that he would have been particularly helpful for this feeling. She pulled out her paints, intending to begin working on a series of advertisement mockups that she could bring to drinks with Mike’s friend. It might not have been the kind of artwork she dreamed of doing, but it would be a start—a way to get her foot in the door and find pay for the general field of work she wanted to do.

Instead, she found herself mixing up yellows and whites and browns and just a hint of gold, painting short waves that framed high cheekbones and petite features that were still so very striking. She found her brushes sketching the outline of a thick, rich fur, her mind conjuring up the faint memory of the perfume that hung about her and the way her voice was rich, her whole bearing regal. She’d held herself like a queen, and Kara thought she might have died happy as her subject.

She worked into the early morning, watching as the sun began to emerge, the sky still dark gray but tinged with the faint pinks and yellows and oranges of the morning sunrise. Realizing how very tired she was, the exhaustion having settled into her bones as she sat and worked in a state of near rapture, Kara pulled herself up and walked over to the bedroom, not bothering to change before she curled under her thick wool blankets. The chill of the evening had seeped into the apartment around her—unable to touch her while she worked but suddenly overwhelming her and pulling her into an uneasy sleep filled with images of fur coats and toy trains and Mike asking why she never came around anymore.

She woke exhausted, and only dragged herself out of bed to find something to eat, contenting herself with a sandwich, which she ate by the radiator as she read a book that had been on her bedside table for far too long at this point.

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It was only 10 in the morning, but already Kara felt as though she had worked a full day. She liked to think of herself as a happy enough person, sociable enough to have close friends, even if she’d left most of them behind when she moved to New York, but the crowds were trying her patience. She thought if she never had to see another crying doll that was “close, but not just right” again, she might die happy.

“Miss Danvers,” Siobhan yelled over the din of the floor.

“Yes?” Kara yelled back, praying she wasn’t going to be called to help with another difficult customer who forgot all basic human decency, apparently not caring that the employees were people too.

“You have a phone call.”

Siobhan looked murderous, so as much as Kara wanted to ask questions, she simply scurried to the backroom instead. She picked up the phone. “Hello?” She prayed it wasn’t Mike; he’d called once during her first week, and Siobhan had just about tried to kill her when she overheard his loud laugh echoing through the receiver.

“Is this employee 645-A, Kara Danvers?” came the operator’s voice.

“Yes, it is,” Kara confirmed, waiting as she heard the whirring sound of the switchboard operator’s room and then another click. “Hello?”

“Hello. I wanted to thank you for the Christmas card.”

“Oh, um, of course,” Kara said, her heart racing slightly at the sound of the woman’s voice. “You’re—”

“Mrs. Grant. You are the one who sent me the card, are you not?”

“No, I am,” Kara said, suddenly feeling a pang of fear, as though she had been caught in some sort of crime, like she had been stalking the woman or violating her privacy in some way. “I’m really very sorry if it was a bother.”

A light laugh crackled through the line. “No, not at all. It’s just—unexpected, that’s all.”

“It is?”

“You must be the girl from the toy department—the one who helped me to pick out the train, right?”

“Oh…yes.” It was clear now. She believed her to have been a man, someone from one of the other floors, perhaps, who had helped her with her shopping. “It was nice waiting on you. Hopefully it’s not too disappointing that it came from me.”

“Not in the slightest,” the woman insisted. “In fact, I’m rather delighted.”

“Oh?”

“It seems a shame to let such a thoughtful gesture go unrewarded,” she drawled. “Why don’t you let me take you out for a drink.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. I’m driving in to the city for a meeting this afternoon. You get a lunch break, don’t you?”

“I do,” Kara agreed after realizing the woman had no way of knowing that she was over here nodding in the cramped, barely lit backroom.

“12:30—meet me at the 34th Street entrance?”

Too thrilled at the prospect to tell the woman that her lunch break wasn’t at her own chosen time and actually began at 12 and ended at 1 sharp, Kara lied, “Sounds perfect. I’ll see you then.”

#Carol AU #supercat #fanfic #supergirl #1950s setting #kara danvers #cat grant #kara x cat #slowish burn #inspired by the price of salt #something like love at first sight #siobhan smythe #ao3feed

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maiji · 6 years

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Process and wip images for A House That Holds Long Limbs (Part 2)

See Part 1 process and wip documentation

Read the pages for part 2 here (full complete version will be linked from YYH North Bound master post)

As a story progresses, I tend to become more comfortable with jumping ahead and around in my so-called process. This is mainly because the idea of getting deeper into the action is exciting and I want to get to drawing the pages as quickly as possible. The downside is that it usually results in a lot of “oops” and rework on what was supposed to be a final page.

Here you’ll see that script/pagination/thumbnailing and final pages are all starting to drift even more than in Part 1.

The (last version of the) script

Earlier versions were even more point form and incoherent with typos. But, it only needs to capture enough that I can recognize key actions, points of dialogue, the mood, things to draw in the panels, etc. A few specific items to point out:

“[new part 2]”: The script originally had no exposition on rokurokubi - it went straight to Hokushin telling Raizen he was leaving. It occurred to me later, after I’d started thumbnailing, that inserting a few pages of storytelling narrative right here would help to further solidify the kaidan (traditional Japanese ghost story) effect and mood. More importantly, it creates a baseline reference for what the reader will know about rokurokubi for the purposes of this story. I was lucky that Part 1 and Part 2 were cut neatly enough that this wouldn’t be jarring.

I’m still not entirely happy with the text for this section, mainly the “features of note” about rokurokubi. Not just the fact that it’s oversimplification and slight adaptation of actual Japanese folklore - which can’t be avoided unless I want to write a historical essay here. I’m mainly not super keen on how each of the three items has been phrased. It’d be nice to make the three points more parallel in terms of length, but I couldn’t seem to edit, increase the number of points (by splitting them up), or reorder it effectively without negatively impacting other aspects of pacing and information reveal. More points would draw out the pages longer than I wanted, and some points were clearly sub to other points. The final here is the “good enough” version. JUST GET IT DONE ALREADY SO THAT IT CAN GO OUT INTO THE WORLD.

Sooo many word choice changes. The biggest one, done at the last second, was “They are almost always female” to “They are rarely male”. Other phrasings I debated - “They are very rarely male”, “They are almost never male”, etc. Lemme tell ya, it’s easy to get lost in the weeds… Anyways, the main reason for this was because after I drew it and ran the text through my head, the originally-intended juxtaposition of Hokushin on this page with the word “female” felt too subtle. I felt it would create a brief moment of cognitive dissonance that didn’t serve the flow of the story, so I changed it to create emphasis on the same gender instead with the rationale that it will flow more smoothly and allow the reader to focus their attention on the fact “males are very rare” more than the mental hiccup of processing the juxtaposition. DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE?? It made sense in my head.

Anyhow, I’m sure there are people who will disagree with many of the decisions I’ve made, but at least you can see what I was trying to do.

Thumbnails

As mentioned, these thumbnails were done BEFORE I decided to insert the exposition at the beginning.

The first two rows on the left hand page are actually the same set of pages - you can see little arrows pointing down or to the right whenever I’m dissatisfied with a thumbnail and attempt to redraw it.

WIPs

I really like how Hokushin turned out in the last panel here; I like the pencils more than the final inked version. It’s also another example of changing text up to the last second. In case it’s hard to make out, it says (along with what happened to them in the final):

First thought bubble: Ugh, whatever… (moved to the next page, seemed to work better as the end exclamation for this sequence of thoughts before he turns his attention to something else)

Over Hokushin’s head: Aaaargh (moved into the thought bubble)

Second thought bubble: He’s not my responsibility anyways! (no change)

First arrow: *already feeling bad* (no change)

Second arrow: *too responsible* (dropped, since a previous panel already said “too responsible”. Too redundant)

Next to Hokushin: All he did was tie me up in a tree (no change)

The above panel “And at night...” was a thrilling and scary thing for me lmao. I don’t usually tackle large patches/fills of black, since many of my comics are scribbly in style (pencils, hatching) or colour. I’m too lazy for screentones, traditional or digital. It’ll be interesting as parts of the story coming up will involve poorly lit/dim/dark spaces. I’ve been reviewing how other artists handle it, particularly those with styles driven by pure-ink or minimalist type approaches. Two immediate examples from Yu Yu Hakusho that I’ve been going back to are the dark room fights during Genkai’s successor trials (I’ve taken a similar approach here), and the haunted bedroom case in volume 19. Hardcore cross-hatching seems like a likely route, but that freaks me out when I have to do it over faces. I’d like to minimize or avoid screentoning out of principle, but I still want to create a clear mood, so we’ll see how it goes...

This was my view while inking this page - holding the book in one hand while inking Hokushin with the other. Using the more freehand, sketchy inking style for this comic was so helpful in terms of reducing my inking anxiety and allowing me to work faster.

It’s always great when you can find a reference for period armor (because I find armor very difficult) that is so close to the pose you’re already drawing. There are some small differences - for example, Hokushin’s head is turned more to the right; his left arm is turned and raised more as he’s pulling the sword upwards. But it’s close enough.

Also, spotlight on a few of the books I’ve referenced over the course of working on North Bound in general and this part specifically.

Clockwise from top left:

日本服飾史女性編 and 男性編 (History of clothing/costume in Japan female and male editions). This marvelous set of books highlights Japanese fashion throughout history. I’ve actually been referencing these photos for a long time before I ever picked up these books - you can see them at the Costume Museum’s website here, alongside helpful line drawings and translations of some of the details. But the books allow me to see a lot more detail.

Hokusai manga vol 1 (this book is published as part of a set of 3). Sketches by Hokusai. This one focuses on “The life and manners of the day” and includes drawings of youkai, including rokurokubi, as well. You can check out the drawings online at places like The Pulverer Collection Online Catalogue.

Action references!! Real Action Pose Collection 02 (focuses on sword fights) and my favourite Samurai & Ninja Action Scene Collection. Not used as much in Long Limbs, but was helpful in some of the other chapters. The time frame is really much later than what I need for ideal clothing references, but it’s helpful for things like movement.

Kekkaishi volume 32. SPOILER a key flashback takes place about 500 years ago, which is actually a few centuries off give or take from but at least it’s closer than the Edo period. I’ve been looking at it for houses, some clothing.

Osamu Tezuka’s Phoenix - Civil War parts 1 and 2. I reference this so much while working on North Bound in general. It has scenes with peasants and commoners and some appropriate street and interior environments, not just stuff focused on the aristocracy or warrior classes. Just have to remember that they flipped all the artwork in the English version lol

Bunch of Yu Yu Hakusho manga and anime references from the end of the series, mostly for Raizen, the kudakusushi and just to check against things he or Hokushin said. The actual clothing and environments are not helpful at all lol

Last minute edits

After I posted, I discovered a few mistakes (of course). I used to freak out a lot and drop everything to fix it. Now I just sigh and laugh (and still freak out a little bit, depending on the mistake) and then decide what’s important enough to fix and what is like, “Oh well, whatever, move on with my life”.

I feel that seeing other artists share their frustrations and mistakes helps a lot of people feel better about it when they realize IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME TO EVERYONE (including professionals. There are errors like this in professionally published series, like Yu Yu Hakusho, too). YOU’RE NOT ALONE.

So, these ones bugged me enough that I quickly redrew them on the computer.

#yu yu hakusho #comics #fanart #hokushin #process #wip #art supplies #sketches #art by Maiji/Mary Huang #yyh north bound #raizen

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shaddy-bee · 7 years

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I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE 300 YEARS BUT-

5 things you’ll find in my bag

Right now theres uhh Notebooks, both school and 1 art. Drink mix ins, with such great flavors as sour apple jolly rancher and crush pineapple (tm) Two packs of cards, one of which steam punk themed and the other your regular ol bicycle. A calculator. Its a shitty old one but its for tests, i have google and shit for anything i need myself.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

A roommate. Idk if he is gay or what but he isnt straight, name’s will. Chill dude. Sleepin rn, what a fella MY SICK ASS COMPUTER IM MISSING OUT ON BECAUSE MY ROOMMATE IS ASLEEP AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WANNA PLAY ROCKET LEAGUE WITHOUT LAGGING TO HELL also programming my mods. Need to upload that shit. Shit what number we on, 3? Okay cool. A bed. Wow really a bed in your bedrooM? yeah its pretty fuckin spectacular i know. I dont have posters n shit so like i gotta be creative you feel. A microfridge. Now i know what youre thinking, “ah a small fridge whats the big deal?” but no you dont understand, its a microwave fucking bolted onto the top of a fridge. They gave zero fucks attaching these two together and apparently the name is the same way, WHY NOT A FRIDGEWAVE EVEN LIKE MICROFRIDGE JUST SOUNDS LIKE A SMALL FRI- Last but not least, im tempted to just say my wallet here tbh, cuz its old but like, youd EXPECT that now would you? Something boring and mundane for me to fill out the word count with making everything super exciting so nah man, fuck it. Theres air in my bedroom. Fight me.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

Make a videogame. Like okay, a lot of stuff on this list is jokes and stuff, and I know im going into too much detail and my followers will probably murder me in cold blood for this shit, but im serious about this one like - i have some ideas, but i never have the motivation alone to like work whole-heartedly and finish one but like, at some point in the future id love to sit down and just go at it and make a game. Doesnt matter if its popular or big or small just i wanna make something that i love ya feel? I wanna like, go to newark, delaware. I know, its delaware and all, no one lives there, but ive met a bunch of cool people there and i was promised a donut run sometime, so lookin forward to that. Yknow that post awhile back that was like “i dont wanna be rich and like buy shit, i just wanna have enough money to throw at kickstarters whenever i want without having to strain on my food and rent costs” thats me. 100% Like i wanna have just enough money to be able to donate to cool people and watch them do cool shit - it wont always work out but thats fine, I just love shit. I wanna be able to donate like the high prize and fly out to meet these game studios for coffee and shit and just talk with em and see their passion and ideas. I love it. Im not actually really sure besides those. Like idk. I think itd be cool to enter a game tournament with my brother and win, but i doubt thatll happen and its not super like on my desires just itd be cool cuz we named ourselves Sora and Shiro after NGNL and to see that like, have us win would be great. Yeah. Ill make my fifth to think of a fifth one.

5 things on my to do list

FLOPPY DICKS i mean disks. Floppy disks. I do binding of isaac ab+ modding shit, and im currently working (its mostly done for what i want it to do) which adds a new consumable called floppy disks, effects are based on viruses, bugs, and just computer based shit. Like BSOD for instance, which makes the screen literately bluescreen. Or atleast look like it. Cant wait to watch people play with it. I gotta work on the programming class project too but honestly i dont waannnaaa. Like its cool as shit. Recreate a card game using c++ code. But man, i just love Apocrypha and Floppies so much more. Eat today???? Please. Dining hall opens in 3 hours. Its goddamn 4 am. I want my food. Dunno if ill get it - if ill stay awake till then. But i want it. Probably draw some stuff? Like i posted one drawing already (check it out if u wanna ;) kay?) but like theres wacom tablets here i can just kinda use whenever???? its great. I love being able to just draw stuff on em. Even if i suck at drawing, even if it took 10 hours to make the one i posted here, still love. Probably play more rocket league. Sleep first, soon as i get that food im CRASHIN BOI IM OUTTIE HA but uhh, rocket league has a halloween thing rn and i like playing it. Was playing earlier today and i matchd with a dude in 2v2 that had the same car, skin, AND colors set up as mine. Totaly random. We kicked some major ass together. I kept thinking of the same hat comic the entire time. (also my card was superior because it had furry ears on it ;))

5 things that make me happy

Getting an idea for a thing and working at said thing until like boom it went from this abstract idea to now it has a physical form and it works! And its fun and its great and i can share it with other people and they can have fun too!!!! that feeling is wonderful. Obviously friends man. Just doing shit with people can be so great sometimes - like not all the time sure but like man. Its nice to talk to people and share experiences and just smile and tell bad jokes and have them groan but like it anyway like thats the shit. Going out at 2 am and walking to a nearby run down schoolyard and swinging on the swingsets and watching shooting stars burn up. Thats the good shit. Getting tents and setting em up in your friends back yard when your friend from far away comes up for a few days, and playing ridiculous games in a group like kick the can or fuckin zombie screaming your lungs out in the dark to freak em out, or just talkin around a fire about fuckin life man. The people make life great. Shits worth living for. I realize that last answer covered a LOT of shit but like, im just gonna add here videogames. Would be amiss if i didnt mention that, considering the rocket league rant above lmao. Yeah i better not make this category any longer.

5 things I’m (currently) into

Isaac modding, probably will be for awhile. Its good shit. As a suggestion from one of the people I work with (we also fuck around its a good time) i have started watching space dandy. Its a slow progress through lol like an episode or two a day but god man like its pretty ridiculous and the main character is pretty much everything i was expecting from seeing him everywhere. Rocket league again. It comes and goes with various different games to tide me over, give me a break from working. Bout 2 months ago or so said relaxing time was dominated by anime - i suddenly went on like a massive streak of watching shit. By that i mean, i watched all of hunter x hunter in like 2 weeks, among other shows prior to it. But yeah. Fuck man HXH I LOVED THE KING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I have too many emotions about that. I wrote a rant to the Groupchat (tm) about the fucking battle and how everything is in slow motion but it fucking like makes it like foreshadowed and have so much of an impact and still so much fucking happens even while everything runs at super slow mo just GOD KLASFJBHUGHASFIUHIPJASK anyway. Yeah. Music, as always im listening to like constantly. Wireless headphones are a wonder for this, but uhh....i cant say im especially into any specific thing rn right? Like a bit ago i was super into joywave and then that faded out and now im just listening to whatever random shit, yknow? But I am into music in general. Its good. Art! A lot of times i dont do shit like for drawing right, like especially not in like pencil in notebooks but like, i sorta started doing a lot more art stuff? Like i had a period awhile back last year where i stopped using pencils and used only pens and i just loved the aesthetic of the ink like how it looked (funny how im doing the opposite of the fucking inktober though, huh?) but yeah im back into using pencils to draw shit occasionally. Im still terrible at drawing people (which is what i see mostly everyone drawing on tumblr lmao RIP) but its fun to sketch stuff out and just let my thoughts run and bounce to some music and shit right? Also the tablets. Especially with the tablets.

5 things people may not know about me (at least on tumblr)

I basically constantly wear sweatshirts, and they all have like earbuds where the strings go. All the earbud shits are broken pretty much, like occasionally they work (the one i have rn does) but like, i dont ever really use them? i have wireless headphones for my phone and a headset (because i need the mic for my computer) for said computer so like, idk. But yeah. I rarely take em off when im not home, and sometimes even when i am i just kinda keep em anyway? (also just now i realized i talked in the section for room shit about all the stuff in my current dorm, my room at home has all KINDS of wierd fucking shit in it. Really missed an opportunity there.) Like many people i like to stay hydrated and shit, but drinking water all the time seemed like a chore more than anything so i got like drink mix ins and shit, mio’s or whatever offbrand version you can find at your local SUPERSTORE CONGLOMERATE. I drink em like all the time pretty much so atleast im health in one way :P. Also gummy vitamins. I dont excercise but you can only ask for so much. Idk, its hard to think of things for this section because tumblr knows so little about me yknow? Like i never make my own posts or shit like its SUPER rare so im pretty much just tryna find random facts but that might not be interesting? Like i have a bad habbit of like talking way too loud when im excited about something right? Not quite yelling but like getting there and like idk. See? Thats not super interesting but it is something no one online would be able to really know ya feel? Idk. I mean physically im kinda fat as you do, but im also like wierdly strong? Like for someone who never works out i sure do have arm strength if nothing else lmao. My endurance is shit tho. Honestly? I can only blame it on osu and groceries. Osu is just a game i like where you mash buttons to the beat of weaboo shit tier music. The groceries is just because like, well, my policy is Least Trips Possible which means carrying in 13 bags at a time if need be it, fuck it milk too? And a watermellon? Bring it.

Who am I tagging? Idk man. Just for shits and stuff tho i do wanna tag @theoriginalyami just to see what all’s changed in teh long time since i actually went to fill it out :P Dont feel like you have to add as much as me tho omg @milkchocolateowl because honestly? love you. Think about you a lot, just like glad im mutuals with that ray of sunshine. Good. @fantaledfish <3 (this is the friend i mentioned earlier, runs a QUALITY blog i guarantee it, better than mine for sure) @dragonfucker-supreme always top in my notes, a silent bond, like two guards assigned to watch back to back in the early dawn. Birds gather round. I can only tag so many people (i set myself a limit of 5 because...idk why i just mentally it felt right) so for my last trick gotta go with @ask-oncies-jizz like cmon man name changes for the win, also has quality icons and quality shitposts tbh, supreme top meme. Have fun yall.

#god im #sorry #this is long #i hope its atleast somewhat enjoyable though yknow?#<3 #shaddy-online

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pepperstrawberry · 7 years

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Pepper Update!!!

Okay, first:

Commissions are coming along, I should have at least two of them totally finished if not more by the time @silvercrossfox comes to abduct me. Would be farther, but got distracted by silly drawings and working on mat things.

Speaking of!

Dude from Inked Gaming got back to me and let me know that the stuff should be all set in the next week.

I also sent an ask about the Temurmaids thing... though I’m not super expectant on any response, since I”m not sure if that sort of assesment thing is his wheelhouse or job or if he even has time to spend on looking at sketch ups. Still, if he does, then I’ll have a more difinitive answer about what is going to happen with that. I mean, I’m totally going to finish at least one variation, but the questions are 1) am I going to sell it through them or as a per order thing using that amazon seller from before? and 2) Should I finish the Lip-bite version or not.... Cause I do love that version... but... ya know....

Also, going to finish up a silly response to @circlesmadeofglass Bica’s ‘No’ sign post thing... Though it involves Prisma, so you know it’s going to be a bit on the edge of okay ^_^;;; but I feel the way I’m doing it skirts the edge hard but is still barely on the PepperAPB side of things vs the LPS side of things.

... wait... Wait...WAIT, WHAT!?

Okay, so my nsfw blog is called LemonPepperStrawberry (cause lemonpepper was already taken and I love strawberries)... But I never realized I could take the first letters and do THAT!

L.(i)P.S. XD whoa. hehehe. That is like, the best thing.

anyhoo, more coffee and then art times.

#pepper update #commission #temurmaids #custom playmat

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catarinaoliveirastudio · 5 years

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What do all of these projects have in common? – A Summer recap

It’s no secret that I use Art Challenges with prompts lists to create new work and content for my portfolio when commissions are slow, they give me ideas for my own briefings and help me keep a daily practice. For me, it’s important to have a goal behind this self-initiated work like to get better at poses, although it could be just for fun, or as a warm-up, in my case, is the way I procrastinate for the most part. But once in a while, there is a list that sparks my creativity, that’s exactly what happened with the drawings I’m sharing in this post.

Here are just some of the places where I find challenges:

- Instagram and hashtags like “Draw this in your style”.

- Lisa Bardot and her awesome website Making Art Everyday;

- the Portfolio Club Group (for Instagram) and Illostories Group (operates on Facebook), mostly Kid Lit Art oriented instructions, ideas, and tutorials;

- They Draw And Cook has different topics for their submissions.

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Circus

July’s theme for Portfolio Club (monthly Instagram challenge) was Circus and I wanted to draw some characters (with no animals) at the time. I started with the Fortune Teller which sounded more of a Carnival Show, so I went with a vintage look and incorporated my characters in a deck of cards. I decided to use limited colors from the beginning, and as usual, that made it so much easier to simplify the composition, but, because the drawings were made spread out over the month, I don’t find them very cohesive, except for the colors of course. In a way, this is very similar to what I am sketching right now (see Animals with jobs).

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Food Illustration

I made a lot of watermelon salads this Summer and I even drafted a recipe for TDAC but then I saw that the new TDAC HandPicked Design Challenge was perfect for it, so I finished the watermelon recipe and scribbled a couple more ideas for the topic (Food Geometry). I only managed to submit one more simple illustration but I am happy to report that my Citrus and “naturally spherical fruit” submission will be featured in the Uppercase magazine.

Naturally, I would love to be commissioned to illustrate food for any type of project.

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Tiny Houses coloring pages

2 weeks ago it was Lisa’s week of drawing Objects as houses. I’ve always loved tiny houses and suddenly I couldn’t stop drawing them. I would like to make a coloring book one day, so I took this opportunity to draw in black & white and focus more on the details instead of adding color. These drawings took some time as I can get lost in little tweaks for hours (I love that) so eventually, I missed a couple of the 7 prompts and ended up coloring 2 of my drawings in bed, just for relaxation. It was a good exercise though, to draw more backgrounds and environments.

I plan to release these as PDFs you can download, print and color!

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Animals with jobs colored sketches

And before I even finished my last draft for the teapot Tiny house, I came across with a prompts list for Sketchtember. I was hooked despite being already August 31. My first sketch was very loose and simple but that’s the whole idea of Sketchtember right? (some people use it to do the sketches that they will ink in October for Inktober, so smart).

Anyway, I was in the mood to switch gears again from those detailed drawings, and it is always a good idea to practice poses, besides I love drawing animals.

My goal with these is to push my composition and movement skills and ultimately experiment with colors. Too much pressure?

I'm writing this as I finish my 5th sketch and honestly, it might be my last, not because of the lack of fun but of time! I am not very fast or good at setting time limits, it’s the perfectionist in me.

1. Lion, pastry chef. 2. Bear, fitness trainer. 3. Sloth, officer (pilot). 4. Mouse, waitress.

Prompts list created by Mia Gillenkirch.

To wrap up this post I’m sharing a bit of my process and 2 of my top tips when it comes to Children’s Illustration (KidLit or YA) and these quick/simple sketches:

I draft my idea without any references first (I draw very poorly as you can see in this time-lapse video), and then I look at photos of real animals to draw some realistic features. But things like bikes, yeah I need references. In terms of composition, I start with a very simple straight pose before starting to push it forward by playing with proportions (big/small) like a huge nose or long arms. The other thing I keep in mind is to decontextualize objects to create a more interesting story, like an unexpected color choice, or giving a different context to a situation. It helps to get pose ideas, for example, instead of thinking of a hairdresser you can approach the crocodile (the hairdresser) as an artist looking at his art. I ask questions like, is there an emotion showing or is it dynamic enough? I draw a lot of versions of the same thing until I am okay with it, then I pause it (if I can), come back with fresh eyes and that always helps me noticing improvements I can make. That’s it! A third tip would be Keep it simple!

Let me know if this was helpful and if you would like more of these posts.

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All of these were done with an Ipad Pro & Apple Pencil, in the App Procreate. One brush used, called Dry Ink.

There are Art Challenges all year round but this is my favorite season, starting with Setchtember, Inktober, anything Halloween, leading all the way to Christmas and its countdown. At the moment I don’t have anything planned but I never know when Procrastination kicks in and says, “You have to do this challenge!” :D And no, I haven’t discovered the magic secret to finishing a drawing challenge, but I tend not to take these things too seriously. Have you ever participated in one?

To see the complete projects and all of my sketches check my Instagram @catarinaoliveirastudio.

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write-this-way-please · 7 years

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INKED

INKED [Zelo gets tattooed] Rated: Mature

You sighed heavily turning the page of your book. You’d been bored out of your mind lately. A lack of motivation and inspiration was going to be the death of you. It was like you wanted to tattoo, but you just couldn’t find the right client.

You needed a new muse.

Sleepy walked up the narrow staircase holding a bag of from your favorite street cart. “Hey, I brought ya somethin~”

“Oppa!” you grinned seeing your older brother make his way inside “You can be amazing when you wanna be” you chimed reaching out for the bag. “Gimmie”

“Ah- say please” he held the bag just out of reach.

“Yah, Sleepy-Oppa! Give me my food you tree”

“Alright here” he set the plate of tteokbokki in your hand. “You really should consider eating something other than tteokbokki”

“Give me one good reason why?” you pouted, shoving the skewer in your mouth. “If you’ve already found perfection, why seek anything else?”

He groaned, raking a hand through his hair. “Why are you like this?” He made himself at home, flopping down on the tattoo bench, and resting his arms behind his head. “Where is everybody anyway?”

“Jooyoung-Oppa, doesn’t come in until the afternoon for his appointment, and Jiyeon-Unnie is out of town for the weekend, so I’m really just shop sitting.”

He hums in agreeance before glancing over at you. “By the way, did I miss the memo or did you suddenly stop needing money?”

“Hmm, what do you mean?”

“I figured you suddenly got rich since you’ve been turning away clients. Word on the street is, you’re the hardest person to make an appointment with.”

“You make me sound so stuck up…” you frowned, swirling the rice cake in the sauce absently. “I just...I’m not struggling anymore...All my life I worked hard so that I can afford to be picky… It kills me doing simple tattoos… There’s no personality, no passion….”

Your pickiness has left you with a lot more free time than you originally anticipated, but you haven't been missing the little quick flash tattoos people asked for on a whim. But you were starting to miss the vibration of your tattoo gun.

“Well, you shouldn’t be so picky… you’ll never find your motivation if you keep turning people down.”

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience” you eyed him suspiciously. “Why the sudden care in how I get my clients Oppa? I turn down someone you know?”

He chuckled and nodded “Actually yeah. A Dongsaeng from work had been going on getting a tattoo for a long time, and he was upset with this mystery artist he followed on Instagram.” he smirked looking down at you. “Apparently they only accept appointments through Instagram and they’re really exclusive. Imagine my surprise when I saw that the artist that turned him down was my precious stubborn little sister.”

Pouting you shoved another piece of tteokbokki in your mouth. “Ah- the idol kid, right? You know I don’t tattoo idols Oppa.” The mystery artist persona wasn’t something that you intentionally built, but it just became who you were. Your SNS was minimal. You only posted photos of your work, no selfies, no personal post, just your art. You didn’t even post the name of your shop. All appointment request were made through your Instagram. People could send photos, or a description of what they wanted and if you agreed, you’d give them the address for a real consultation.

If you were being honest, his message did intrigue you. His idea was refreshing and you’d even sketched out a few ideas for it, but they were both too risky for your traditional clients. Your sketches were a little out of the box, and the chances of him agreeing on something so over the top were zero to none. He was an idol after all.

“You tatted Dean a few weeks ago. What’s the difference?”

“Dean’s not an idol. I don’t wanna be a part of that whole idol tattoo trend.”

“Hey, Junhong is in my company you know he’s not like that. Me, Daehyun, and Yongguk all love tattoos. It’s not some whim. He’s actually thought about this for a while. And you know other artist would be jumping at the chance to tattoo an idol.”

“Then let them do it. I can even recommend him, someone. You know Natasha-Unnie’s protege? She’s really good, she’s Taeil’s artist and-”

“Junhong really wants to be tattooed by you.” he shrugged. “I didn’t tell him how, but I told him I’d put in a good word for him. Just meet with him...And if you still don’t wanna then go ahead and recommend him someone else. Besides, I think Natasha would be a little upset that you turned down her little brother’s dongsaeng.”

“What?” you frowned “You mean he’s in Yongguk-Oppa’s group?” Natasha was a good friend, to you. The Seoul tattoo scene was decently small so you all looked out for one another. It was a family. She even bailed you out of some pretty bad situations with the police so maybe this was a favor worth granting? “Alright….I’ll meet with him.”

“Oh you’d do it for Natasha but not for your big brother”

“Natasha-Unnie is a queen!”

“Yeah, yeah” he smiled standing up, and ruffling your hair. “Well I have a schedule, but I’ll let Junhong know the good news.” He reached for your tteokbokki only to have his hand smacked away. “Yah- Oppa, you wanna lose that hand?”

“Come on share.”

“No. I’m already doing you a favor. Shoo-Yah!”

He chuckled stealing a bite before pecking your hair. “Leave your schedule open for Junhong.”

And that’s exactly how you wound up sitting across from Junhong later that night. When Sleepy told him he got him a consultation, he cleared his schedule immediately and made a beeline to your shop. And Jooyoung had even come into work, finished his client and gone home for the night, leaving you in the most awkward atmosphere with your hopeful client.

Junhong himself was very outgoing, and kind. You two actually vibed really well together. He was just a little too friendly. He was a lot less intimidating on his SNS. Perhaps it was because his height was so understated, or maybe because he was a lot more strikingly handsome in person. He truly was an idol after all.

Junhong stared at you expectantly, a bright smile on his face. “So you’ll really do it Noona?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I only sketched out a couple ideas…” All he’d messaged you was a quote, a simple line and said that you had free ranged to sketch what you wanted. Honestly, he was an ideal client, save from the fact that he was an idol.

Their Life Is an Art.

All of it.

After seeing your sketches you two managed to combine the ideas, he gave you proper feedback and you found yourself making a stencil for him. You wanted to do a take on Marina Abramovic’s A Relation In Time. You wanted to come up with a tattoo that showed movement, and it wasn’t an easy concept to bring to life but Junhong put his faith in you. He wanted to get it as soon as possible, and you honestly were kinda itching to do it. Glancing over your shoulder you caught him slipping his shirt off to prepare for the stencil. “You sure you want it on your lower stomach? It’s kinda oddly placed?”

“Nah, Noona. I’m sure” he smirked walking over to you. “You almost done?”

As he got closer you pulled back, eyeing him. He was just so tall… And naked...And so damn close. “Back up” you huffed, shooting him a glare.

“Why Noona, you nervous or something?” he smirked “I thought you were a bad ass tattoo artist~”

“I am” you pouted grabbing your tattoo gun, the loud vibrating buzz that emanated from it was enough to at least get him to move back. He crossed his arms over his chest towering over you as you tried to get back to your sketch. “Why’d I have to be the one to tattoo you anyway?” you glanced at him, trying to not let his body distract you from your drawing.

He smiled seeing you shy away from looking at him. “I saw your style and I knew it had to be you...that’s all. You were the only one that could draw what I wanted.”

“Charming me isn’t that easy” you huffed, finishing your stencil.

He shrugged watching you prep your table. “Maybe it is~” Raking his hand through his hair he grinned. “Ya know Noona, I had no idea you were a girl. I just kinda pictured you to be a guy from your SNS, it’s very minimal. Kinda like Yongguk-Hyung”

“Well, I’m full of surprises” you shrugged.

“I’m sure you are.”

“Lay down” you regretted your words the second you saw his sleazy smirk. He strode over to your bench and laid down, brushing his bare body a little too closely against yours. You slid your gloves on and moved to prep the stencil but sighed deeply seeing that he needed to unbutton his pants in over for you to properly fit it. “Can you…”

“Hm? What?” he smiled innocently.

“Yah, forget it. I didn’t need to do this tattoo anyway”

“Relax Noona” he grinned unbuttoning his pants and tugging down his zipper. “I was just playin’”

“That’s fine. You can stop now” you huffed, grabbing his wrist, stopping him from pulling his zipper down any further. Who the hell was this Kid and why were you getting so flustered? You were a professional. This wasn’t your first tattoo, you’d done plenty in more intimate areas, so why were you letting him get under your skin? Admittedly he was good looking, anyone could see that he really was an idol.

But once you were able to lay the stencil down and get to work on the tattoo he’d calm down and his teasing seemed to subside. He looked like he was trying to focus on his breathing and not think about the fact that seven tiny needles are stabbing into his abdomen thousand of times. You didn’t know Junhong very well, but he was being eerily quiet. Maybe he needed a breather? You were so wrapped up in wanting to finish this tattoo, you didn’t even check to see how he was doing. This is his first tattoo after all. After two hours into lining, you wiped his stomach with alcohol. “Alright kid, let’s take a break.” When you finally got a good looked at him he looked so pale, clammy even. His breaths had gotten more shallow over the course of an hour.

He peaked over at you and winced. “I’m alright, we don’t need to”

“Nah, my hand’s cramping and I’m starving. You eat?” you noticed that Junhong was bleeding a little more than he should have for this type of tattoo, and it’ll help him tons to have some energy to tolerate the pain better. “I’m going to grab some chicken from the place next door, you want some?”

“S-sure.”

He was noticeably too drained to even flirt, this tattoo was taking a lot out of him and you felt bad for not taking the proper protocol when prepping him. Something bad could have happened if you didn’t take a break, him passing out during his tattoo would have been horrible.

After eating some chicken and tteokbokki he seemed to be getting his energy back. He was smiling again and vividly just telling you about his life, mostly his dog Mochi and his members. “Hey Noona…” he called out seeing you spacing out. There was something he noticed while he was trying to not pass out during his session. He’d always been surrounded by people with tattoos. Both artist and collectors. From his member to Yongguk’s family. Most of them he could see their ink from a mile away.“If you don’t mind me asking… Why don’t you have tattoos?” he gave you another once over, your arms and chest exposed from your V- neck t-shirt, and a good amount of your legs peaked through your ripped jeans.

Leaning on your hand you smirked. “Who said I didn’t have tattoos?”

His brows furrowed as his stare lingered on the parts of your skin that was covered. Snapping your fingers you smiled. “Hey, eyes up here Kid”

“But where…?” he asked before his reasoning caught up to his curiosity. “Is it a small tattoo or something? Like Daehyun-Hyung’s?”

“My tattoos are intimate” Seeing him pout you laughed “For example…I have a whole back piece...And I have these” you showed the inside of your wrist. If the light hit it properly he could see a small star, made in white ink. It was damn near invisible, and about half an inch big “I have seven of these.:

“Where are the other ones?” he licked his lips, eyes raking down your body again.

“No one’s ever found all seven” you smiled proudly.

“I want to” there was such a dark look in his eyes as he stared at you. His gaze lingering on the parts of your skin, where there could be a hidden star.

“And that’s enough of a break” you laughed standing up and taking a swig of your water. “Finish this, and drink your juice box. We need you hydrated and need to keep your sugar up.” Stretching your arms over your head, you loosened up your muscles in anticipation for the next leg of the session.

Junhong poutily sipped on his juice box. He couldn’t help but watch you stretch. It was a relatively innocent act. He’d seen the dancers in his company stretch similarly, but he was never compelled to watch them. Your shirt rode up just slightly, displaying the top of your hip bones. That was a pretty intimate spot, there had to be a star there.

“Can I help you?” you glanced over at him, he probably didn’t realize how focused he look. A small pout on his face, and a deep furrow in his brows.

“N-no.” he blushed, settling back onto the bench.

The rest of the session came and went and honestly his tattoo was some of your best work. Cleaning the tattoo one final time you nudged him. “Alright, kid you’re done.” Seeing his face light up as he looked in the mirror, reminded you of just how much you loved tattooing.

“Noona this is perfect” he grinned.

It was just about midnight when you finally finished up. “Man I’m tired” you yawned removing your gloves. You got him bandaged up and closed up the shop, walking him to the street.

You could feel Junhong staring at you as you walked down the street, as if he was trying to find the nerve to ask you something. If there was one thing that bothered you more than his flirting was him being nervous about it. Sighing you raked your hand through your hair. “Are you gonna ask me out or what?”

“Y-You want me to?” he stuttered blushing.

Shrugging you smiled. Maybe it was because it was so late, or maybe it was because it’s been awhile since your last date, But something about him made you feel like reciprocating advances. It was obvious that his flirting was all talk, he was just trying to see if he can get a rise out of you. But what would he do if you pushed back? “You old enough to drink kid?”

There were definitely worse things in life than finding yourself at a bar with Junhong, and after your third drink, you’d admit that he was even kind of charming.

He leaned his head on his hand and you tossed back another shot. “You’re really pretty…” he mumbled more so to himself; pouting over his drink.

“Oh yeah? You think so?” Smirking you leaned into him, quirking a brow. “Then make a move”

“Can I?” he eyes you hesitantly.

“You know for someone who was so flirty before you’re kinda shy when it comes to initiation”

“I’m not sh-y” his voice broke as you moved closer, your nose brushing against his. He took in a shallow breath as you stared at him with hooded eyes. He cleared his throat wanting to save face. “I’m just not a fan of rejection…”

You grinned seeing him shy away, trying to avoid eye contact with you. “Junhong-ah...” you whispered grabbing his attention. The moment he turned to face you, you pressed your lips against his; Pulling him closer by his jacket.

You could feel him hesitate for a brief moment before taking over the kiss completely. Grabbing you by your lower back, he pulled you into him. Pressing your body against his as his tongue flicked over the roof of your mouth. You grinned threading your fingers through his hair. “Mmmm…”

And over tangled limbs, desperate kisses, and hooded eyes you two somehow managed to make it back to your place. It was farther than his but being that he lived in a dorm, you really didn’t feel like taking those chances.

You’d dropped your keys three times, while trying to unlock the door. Your hands shaking at his teasing. “Nnn...Yah..” you huffed.

“Open the door Noona” he whispered huskily against your ear, pressing himself against your back. His long fingers teasing the waistband of your jeans.

“I would if somebody would cool it for a sec.” you blushed heavily turning the key finally. “I have neighbors you know.”

He chuckled walking you inside, and shutting the door behind you. “They’re gonna hear you anyway.”

Grabbing your hips, he lifted you up easily and set you on your bed. He made quick work of his shirt before tugging at your jeans playfully. Leaning back on our elbows you giggled as he struggled with your skinny jeans. “You do realize that your tattoo is gonna hurt like hell if we try to have sex?”

“You say that now?” he scoffed. “I’ll manage” he grunted finally getting them down your leg. He crawled back onto the bed, moving toward your lips.

Smiling, you bit down on your lower lip, moving back teasingly. Sliding his hand up the length of your long, soft legs. His fingers lingering over the tattooed script on your upper thigh. He smirked, pressing a soft kiss against it. “Found one” His eyes darkened as he flashed them up at you. “I’m gonna find all your stars too.”

“You’ll try~” you winked moving back

He gripped your thighs and tugged you down toward him. “Gottcha”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped your lips as he pinned your arms down. “I guess you did. What are you gonna do with me?”

“I can think of a few things…” Lifting your t-shirt inch by inch, he grinned at each new tattoo he exposed. The beautiful arrayment of ink that decorated your body was breathtaking. He’d trace each one, following his touch with a kiss. His smile widened seeing the intricate geometric flower between your underbust. “This is beautiful…” he smiled kissing his way across your skin. “I found a star…” he flicked his tongue against the seemingly empty spot, due to the white ink. It was small and subtle, but once he saw he couldn’t shake it.

Your back arched at each of his kisses but feeling his tongue you let out a whimper. “You plan on just teasing me all night?” you glared down at him, your wrist still trapped under his grip.

“Maybe” he grinned against your skin. “I like how you react to my teasing…” his kisses moved up to your breast, his lips ghosting over your nipple before taking them into his mouth. “Mmm..”

Your head fell back into the mattress feeling him tug on them. “Besides your moans are so pretty Noona~” He moved to hold down your wrist with one hand, keeping them above your head as his free hand teased your nipple, flicking it playfully.

“F-Fight me” you huffed, trying to fight back your blush. You hated being helpless. It was more so a turn on than anything, you just weren’t expecting it from Junhong of all people.

“You may not know this Noona, but you’re not very intimidating in this state” he laughed softly. “You’re actually just really cute” he whispered against you, placing a peck just beneath your ear.

“Junhong-ah...” you panted, turning your head toward him.

Junhong was pretty confident about the whole situation. There was something so satisfying about hearing your sweet moans. But despite having you pinned beneath him, hearing you called his name got him all flustered. He turned toward you, letting you pull him into a kiss. Smiling against your lips as your mouth coaxed his open. “Mmm…”

You grinned tugging his lower lip, between your teeth. He was so distracted by your kiss and holding you, he hadn’t even noticed he let up his grip on your wrist. Your hand slid down his muscular chest, and abs, grazing carefully past his new tattoo. Gripping his waistband you undid his zipper, stroking him. “You’re so hard…”

“Your fault…” he blushed kissing your neck.

“Mine?” you giggled. “Then let me take responsibility for it?”

“S-Seriously?” he pulled away from you, to get a better look of your face.

Laughing you shook your head. “What type of one-sided body worship did you think I was into?” pushing him onto the bed, you crawled over his body. “I like reciprocating affection” You winked, running your hand through your hair. “But I’m a little more into instant gratification” you made you way lower, pulling his length out of his pants. Your hands wrapping around him and stroking him harder. “Mmmm…” You slid your tongue down his base, grinning as he whimpered. “I kinda like you like this”

He chuckled. “Hell, I like me like this” he chewed on his bottom lip.

Feeling you nip at his member he winced, clutching his eyes shut as you teased him. Your thumb rolling over his head, spreading his precum. “Sex might be a little too hard on your tattoo...I don’t wanna make it too sore.” You placed a soft kiss, just below his tattoo. “But we can still do everything else” you grinned.

He hummed happily. “Can I get an I.O.U?”

“Deal~” you giggled pecking his lips.

This was by far the most comfortable you’d ever slept. You were usually pretty cold in your bed, but Junhong was a giant radiator. Although it was pretty hilarious to see him try and cram himself onto your bed. It took a little finessing and involved a lot of cuddling but you two made it work. You smiled feeling kisses down your neck. “Mmm… How long have you been awake?”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and tugged you into his chest. “Not long” His fingertips danced along your hip. “I was so distracted by everything else last night, I didn’t see your sexy back tattoo…” he nipped at your earlobe. “I even found another little star…”

You giggled. “Four more to go”

Rolling you onto your back he grinned, his nose brushing down yours. “Noona...I think I know your body pretty well...and I promise you, there’s no way you could have four more stars anywhere…” he tugged on your upper lip.

“I guess you weren’t all that thorough” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Then I guess we’re gonna need another round” he tugged your blanket away, tossing it off the bed.

End?

Man I can’t believe I wrote 10 pages of this ;__; I’ve been working on this since the day Zelo showed his tattoo, I was so inspired. If you guys liked it please let me know! Your messages mean the world to me <3 There might even be a part two for you guys if you’re interested~

Also, shout out to @baby-you-are-just-write for beta-ing XD If you guys read her amazing Love Written In Ink series you would’ve caught my reference of her MC in the beginning ;) Woot cohesive tattoo universe!

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