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chaotictomtom · 7 months
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did 12 different paint/ink combos for the prints of the eddie lino cut on the scrap papers on what i'm planning to make the finals on....it slays so much........
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mortiscausa · 8 months
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cai and bedwyr, out riding
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bmpmp3 · 8 hours
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OH i forgot i drew this but heres a doodle of that one character i made in like. that love live character generator i made in like my first year of university. i forgot where it is. its out there somewhere LOL
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novaviis · 26 days
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when did ao3 started making multiple pages for series? I'm not sure I'm a fan...
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mouseoho · 11 months
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SEOHO | PYGMALION
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mugwot · 6 months
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a work in progress
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gwinverarrouz · 1 year
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Part 4 and the last, in which I drew some critters :D
And there you have it, 30 drawings this month! Felt good getting back to traditional art, been doing a lot of digital lately and I missed it. Here’s all of them~
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sourcreamuwu · 1 year
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A teeny tiny piece of a huge location which I imagine every time I listen to "Paranormal Evening with the Moonflower Society" album.
Welcome to the Shadows, my friends!✨
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uforin · 11 months
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fun fact of the day: my mom has a genshin impact whats app profile pic, she has probably never properly heard of the game I'm sure u.u
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epiphlyte · 1 year
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more clangen... this time the savior of sootclan, honeyhawk! this also happens to be a late night drawing, i dunno why that seems to be the only time i ever get motivated to draw.
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ellsellmesoull · 1 year
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My mom says months of hard work and sleep deprivation is a lie because I spent the holidays sleeping and chatting with friends
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mybeingthere · 10 months
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Rithika Merchant is a visual artist from Mumbai, India (b 1986). Her work explores the common thread that runs through different cultures and religions. Similar myths, stories and ideas are shared by cultures all around the world, her paintings explore this concept while also featuring creatures and symbolism that are part of her personal visual vocabulary.
Nature plays a pivotal role in her work and is emphasised by the use of organic shapes and non saturated colours. Her paintings and collages are made using a combination of watercolour and cut paper elements, drawing on 17th century botanical prints and folk art, to create a body of work that is visually linked to our collective pasts.
“I would like the viewer to place themselves in my work, regardless of where they are from,” says Merchant. “The figures in my works are also deliberately free of any race, gender, or ethnicity. I tend to be drawn to symbols that are universally recognizable and not culturally specific—like the eye, the sun, the moon, and botanical imagery in general.”
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bmpmp3 · 9 months
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another old oc, she's a tooth fairy!!
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sixlair · 10 months
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A (Somewhat Incomplete) Guide on How to Fake Sinner Profiles
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LIMBUSIFY YOUR ARTSTYLE (optional)
The core components of limbus companies artstyle are as follows:
Textured, ink pen like lineart
Desaturated colours leaning towards the outermost area of the colour square
Cell shading with some texture
lots and lots of visual effects. God have mercy
Keep references around while drawing, as there are often lots of small details and these will be your guide for not going too crazy with your noise effects.
2. BACKGROUNDS
In the interest of saving time, here’s a free template for you to use. Feel free to change up the background colour however
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Key notes:
The background colour loosely matches to the sinner’s eye colour, however usually slightly more saturated.
the outer border is lined thinly by black. This also covers the limbus logo section.
3. TEXT
The font for the light yellow text for your sinners weapon is Futura Condensed Medium. There’s a slight black backdrop to it you can get from duplicating the text and lowering it slightly.
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4. EFFECTS
Sharpen, noise and blur will be your best friends here. Too high quality of a character sprite can make it not mesh with the background, and look odd when matched with canon portraits. Here’s a step by step process:
Add wear to the portrait with textured brushes, low opacity and blending modes. I’d generally suggest using gouache or watercolour brushes very lightly to establish texture, then going back in more strongly to indicate dirt and grime. Always use a coloured shadow.
using a blur filter, blur your character on the lowest setting possible, to the point it’s almost unnoticeable.
If your program has a layer texture filter, switch to the noise option and lightly cover the portrait with a thin layer of noise texture. If not, use your pen’s texture settings OR download a png of noise texture and set the layer it’s on to multiply, then lowering the opacity to around %5-10.
Apply a sharpening filter very lightly, only to the point where when zoomed in light colour separation and grain from the lineart can be seen.
aside from that, I’d always recommend playing around with colours, light and textures to make the portrait fit closer.
In the end, it can look something like this!
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To conclude this, have fun, go crazy, and suggestions on how to improve this guide are very much encouraged.
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laurasimonsdaughter · 2 months
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Miss Marianne Oliver, nineteen years old and enjoying her first summer away from home, was wholly unprepared for her first glimpse of the sea. The path that led them from the cottage to the beach was winding, climbing for a way before sloping down, and upon reaching its highest point, Marianne found herself suddenly in view of a glittering horizon and an expanse of water the likes of which she could not compare with anything she had ever beheld. She halted, mesmerised, unable to walk on.
A breeze carrying a fresh, unfamiliar scent touched her cheeks and she felt a peculiar, directionless joy she had never felt before. Who had ever imagined such a view!
“Oh Peter,” Marianne exclaimed. “Isn’t it beautiful. I must bring my watercolours next time.”
But her brother had no patience for admiring anything from afar and urged her to walk on, running ahead without waiting for an answer. “It will be better down at the water, I am sure!”
Marianne complied and continued down the path. She approached the beach with the happy solemnity that many others might bestow on a chapel, and Marianne had not walked there five minutes before declaring that there was no place she admired more. Her desire to visit Bath was all forgot, Thirrup, with its glittering waves and distant cliffs could do no wrong.
The weather, which had started fair, grew only fairer still, determined to add its lustre to the scene. Brother and sister both delighted in the sea breeze and the warming air; and while Peter spoiled his stockings by running at the advancing tides, Marianne abandoned her pelisse on a conveniently large piece of rock and let the wind muss the ribbons on her bonnet.
It was a long time before she was sensible of anything but the sky and the waves, but after a while she spied two figures walking quite some distance away. Two gentlemen, walking very close to the shoreline, whose twin, dark shapes seemed peculiarly enigmatic in the bright weather. One of the gentlemen was dressed in what she believed to be the blue coat of a naval officer, the other wore black, but both, she saw in surprise as they slowly moved in their general direction, were wearing a heavy fur cape about their shoulders. It was their capes, she realised, which had given their silhouettes their peculiarity. The two gentlemen walked as one, in perfect time with one another, seemingly not in talk but in perfect, silent agreement.
She watched them progress across the beach until one of them suddenly lifted his head and seemed to look directly at her. He was too far to discern the features of his face, but they were in full view of one another and Marianne turned hastily away, and, feeling she must say something after looking at them for so considerable a time, remarked:
“Look there! Did you ever see such a thing? Gentlemen wearing furs in summer!”
Perhaps it was a foreign custom? It was certainly a very strange one to adhere to in such fine weather, but how striking it looked.
“When I go to university,” said Peter, who had spoken of very little else since James had gone to Cambridge, “I shall wear just such boots!”
“When you go to university, you would do well to be less concerned with your boots and more with your books,” teased Marianne.
Peter paid her no mind whatsoever and having tired of running, not daring to go any nearer to the water, and knowing his sister would never be persuaded to walk into town unattended, declared that he wanted to back to the cottage. Marianne agreed with great reluctance and she hung back a little, walking slowly while her brother bounded ahead.
She had not yet reached the path, when a voice called out behind her and she turned to see, to her great confusion, the gentleman who had looked at her when walking the shoreline. He was a young man, looking rather breathless at that time, but with a pleasant, round face and the darkest eyes that Marianne had ever seen. He was holding out to her, draped over the sleeve of his black coat, her forgotten pelisse.
“Your coat, ma’am.” His voice was as pleasant as his face, and as breathless as his appearance.
“Thank you, sir!” she blushed, and as she took it back from him she noted that they were almost of a height. The fur coat, she saw, was not as bulky as she had thought; it was an almost sleek, grey-brown fur drawn close around broad shoulders.
The gentleman bowed, somewhat hastily, and quickly turned back to his companion in the Navy blue, who was standing back and looking very much amused.
“Come along, Marianne!” Peter called out from atop a great stone and Marianne, her cheeks red and her mind alive with curiosity, followed.
[Read the rest of this Regency Selkie Romance on AO3~]
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katelynnwrites · 8 months
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You With The Dark Curls (You With The Watercolour Eyes) | Laura Freigang
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warnings: my subpar writing cause i really am not happy with how this turned out 🥴
word count: 1451
summary: you’re the one with the dark curls and laura’s the one with the watercolour eyes, she loves your curls and you love her eyes
a/n: requested
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Laura’s watercolour eyes are what first drew you to her.
They are precisely the same shade as the ocean on a cloudy day. The prettiest of greys with the tiniest touch of blue. You think you would be happy to drown in them.
Three years of being with her and they still have the same effect on you.
Honestly, you would say that they have an even greater effect on you because you now well and truly know her.
In the clear grey blue of your girlfriend’s eyes, you can read every emotion that she is experiencing. You know when she is happy, sad or frustrated.
And you know that she is completely in love with you, just as you are with her.
You see it now, as she gently combs her fingers through your hair. She plays with the ends of it, letting your dark curls wrap around her finger.
Your girlfriend’s adoration is obvious, when her eyes meet yours in the mirror.
She smiles as she notices you watching her and presses a kiss onto your neck, to convey her affection.
The smile stays on both your faces as she reaches for your hand and leads you towards the shower.
Once inside, you switch the water setting to one that you know the blonde prefers.
She picks up on it the moment she steps under the water spray and thanks you by pulling you flush against her.
‘Laura!’ You gasp, grabbing onto her waist in fear of falling.
The Eintracht Frankfurt forward laughs, ‘Don’t worry schatz. Did you really think I would let you fall?’
‘No…’ You murmur and Laura presses a kiss in between your shoulder blades.
You shiver and she eagerly kisses you in the same spot again.
‘Lau.’ You breathe and you can feel her smile against your skin.
‘Good. Cause I would never let you fall. Except for me of course.’
She adds the last part confidently and you roll your eyes.
Your girlfriend giggles at her own silliness a moment later and you find yourself turning around to face her and blinking water out of your eyes just so that you can see her eyes properly.
Her eyes that you adore.
They’re ever changing, the grey blue shifting between minuscule shades depending on the lighting and her mood.
You think she must know of your adoration that almost borders on obsession by now but for good measure, you lean in and Laura’s infinitely alluring eyes flutter close in anticipation.
The blonde is not disappointed when you place two very delicate kisses against her eyelids.
‘Ich liebe dich.’ She promises.
‘I love you too.’ You whisper and Laura lets her hands wander across your body appreciatively.
You do the same to your girlfriend, eliciting a soft hum from her.
It’s only for a few brief moments because the both of you are tired from playing the full ninety minutes but it’s enough to assure you that she wants you and you her.
Then she just tucks your head under her chin and wraps her arms loosely around your waist while the two of you enjoy the hot water.
Unfortunately the intimate moment can’t last forever and both of you begin to actually get clean.
Laura does quietly ask if she can wash your hair though.
And as always, you say yes.
So your girlfriend squeezes out a generous portion of her own shampoo and carefully works it into your hair. Her fingers are soothing as they lightly massage your scalp.
While she does so, you can’t help but smile a secret smile to yourself at how possesive she is. Her habit of wanting you to smell like her is endearing.
The German forward helps you rinse the citrus smelling shampoo clean before repeating the process, this time with conditioner.
‘All done schatz.’ Laura tells you, leaving a kiss on the back of your neck.
You turn around to face her, tiptoeing so that you can kiss her gratefully. The way your girlfriend melts into you in response gives you butterflies inside.
‘Do you want me to wash your hair?’
‘No it’s okay, I can do it myself.’ Laura assures you.
‘You sure?’ You check and she nods.
‘Just look pretty for me while I do so okay?’ She teases and you giggle.
Your girlfriend washes her hair quickly, all the while sneaking glances at you. You chide her lightly for that, telling her that she is going to get shampoo in her eyes.
Laura does not listen to you but it does make her laugh.
When she finishes and the previously hot water runs out and begins to cool, you and the German forward step out of the shower hand in hand.
You towel dry together contentedly and then your girlfriend guides you back in front of steamed up the bathroom mirror.
She pauses for a moment to draw a smiley face on it. The action is just so Laura that you can’t stop the way your heart warms, filling with so much affection for your girl.
The blonde picks up your hairbrush, running it through your dark curls carefully.
After that, she combs her fingers through the wet strands, separating it into three sections before beginning to braid it.
She always does so when you shower together.
Laura is an expert at braiding your hair at this point, her fingers working efficiently. However your girlfriend does take her time to braid your hair.
You know she’ll say that she wants to do it for you but you know that that’s only part of the reason. It may be the main motivation but you know that she really just loves the feel of running her fingers through your dark and curly hair.
‘Love you Lau.’ You murmur as she ties off the braid.
‘I love you too.’ She whispers and then her eyes meet yours in the mirror and you’re caught off guard by how emotional they are.
They’re a beautiful claret grey now.
She means the simple sentence with her whole heart, you can see it in her gaze.
Turning around, you press a chaste kiss against her lips.
Laura lets out a soft exhale, her hands coming up to rest on your bare waist.
You can’t hide the way you shiver or the way goosebumps clearly form on your skin.
Your girlfriend notices immediately and smirks. She does however cradle your face with one hand and kiss you sweetly.
It takes some effort but you refocus your attention on getting your toothbrush out and brushing your teeth.
Laura is doing the same next to you but when you look up, at the mirror that has cleared up slightly, your girlfriend’s brilliantly stunning eyes meet yours.
And it’s like you’re seeing her for the first time all over again.
Light blonde hair that she’d joke and say is all hair dye these days, a sharp jawline that only accentuates her beauty, pink lips that feel like heaven when pressed against yours and above all, the passion that she so easily shows for the things she loves.
You’re beyond lucky to be one of those things.
The German forward quirks an eyebrow at the sudden way you fall silent.
If only she knew it was because of her. Just her being there, rinsing her mouth beside you.
You never want the domesticity of it all to end, never want to be able to stop coming home with or to Laura.
You want to do the laundry with her forever, clean the kitchen counters with her forever, pack for international camps with her forever.
Forever has a nice ring to it you decide as you wash up and put your toothbrush back beside Laura’s.
She has been waiting for you patiently.
‘Come on.’ She whispers and you follow her out into the bedroom.
You dress easily enough, Laura doing the same.
She finishes first and pulls back the covers on your shared bed.
‘I like your shirt.’ She compliments, making you chuckle.
‘Of course you do, it’s yours.’
‘Maybe I might be a little biased but I can’t help it when you’re wearing my last name on your back.’ Laura concedes.
You grin, slipping into bed, next to your girlfriend.
She spoons you close, once again tucking your head under her chin.
You’re wrapped up in everything that is Laura, her comforting smell, her clothes, her legs tangled up with yours and basically just her.
Her damp blonde hair tickles your cheek and you reach for her hand.
Your girlfriend squeezes it back gently and the reassuring pressure of it as well as her presence are the last things you register before drifting off to sleep.
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German Translations:
ich liebe dich - i love you
schatz - sweetheart
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