Currently, she’s really intrigued by the smoke always kind of trailing out of his mouth and hoping to distract him enough to let her slip out a gold bar or two. The thing is, it started storming and raining. Sombra barely left the cave before returning to the dragon soaked to the bone. McCree just sort of growl grumpily but let her lay on the lava heated floor to warm herself. Now, they’re both kind of just considering each other, waiting to see who’s going to fall asleep first.
People who want to know more about Sombra: Can we have more Sombra content? Maybe give us some clues to her true identity? Or more information about her plans to hack the planet? Or at least one positive interaction between her and another character?
It’s ironic that I work in education but I don’t know how to make an art tutorial, so here’s my sad attempt! Forgive me if it’s useless.
I LOVE drawing hair, it’s always been my favorite, although I’m a bit of a perfectionist and therefore hair is usually the part that takes me the longest when I work on a piece. It involves a lot of experimentation and drawing the same lines over and over until I get the right shape or flow and it requires a lot of patience (at least for me). Is there a right way to draw hair? Of course not! That’s the beauty of it. Every artist is unique and will have their own style, it’s all about trying new techniques to see what works best for you. *blows kiss*
Okay here we go!
I generally have three main steps: a loose sketch, a more refined sketch to build a cleaner design, then the final lineart. I also tend to make about 3 or 4 sketches to find the right hairstyle or flow. (I’m also indecisive as f**k)
Things I think about:
Action, dimension, shape, flow, movement and how it’ll interact with the body or what’s around it
Is there wind? Is the character outside? What are they doing and how would the hair respond to that? Is it pulled behind the ear? Wrapped around the neck? Tied up?
References and inspiration – I always use a reference of some kind just to remind myself what I like or what I want to see, it’s the best tool to keep myself on track. Sometimes I even use my own art just to see what how I’ve done it before and what I liked about it. Don’t be scared of reference! (Example: Alphonse Mucha’s art is a major inspiration, I LOVE his use of line weight, shape and flow)
Using Gladio’s face from a wip I’m currently working on, I tried to draw some of my process out:
(Is it blurry!? Did I screw this up? Oh well, let’s keep going!)
Steps:
Sketch – Loose and messy gesture lines to show the general shape and movement. It’s okay if your sketch looks like a hot mess, it’s supposed to!! I have a hard time staying loose myself, so I’m working on that. Usually my sketches are very dramatic haha.
Refined Sketch – This is where I start to actually define the strands and the general shapes. By using my sketch as a guide, I can then build the design and the more individual strands and how they interact with each other. This can take a while (like it takes me hours). I try to go slower and I’ll end up reworking it a few times before I’m happy. Tip: reverse your canvas! It helps you see if your hair is more or less balanced or if something looks off.
Final Lineart – At this step, I strengthen my lines and erase lines where I want the flow to be more continuous. I also add detail lines and extra strands or flyaway hairs for a more interesting or complex design. The example above is still too messy or simple for what I normally like, but that’s okay. Also, what the heck is up with that messy bun? What am I even doing?
Final points:
Find inspiration and examples of what you like! This can be from other artists, movies, nature – literally anything. References are your best friend.
Experiment and try new things – I’m always trying to push my designs further and learn new skills
Keep your sketches loose and messy! I like to warm up by drawing circles, ovals or like the infinity/8 shape over and over again.
Play with line weight and thin vs thicker hair strands. Have the hair interact with something, whether it’s an ear or a shoulder or itself. Push yourself for an interesting design. (Gotta push myself too! It can be a frustrating process)
The more you practice, the better you get (cliche, but it’s so true)
Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time and my skills have a long way to go. So we’re on this hair journey together! ❤
BONUS!
Here are a couple Gladio sketches that I never posted on tumblr as an example of a messy sketch vs a more refined sketch
Apparently I really like drawing Gladio shirtless Okay hope this was somewhat useful! ❤
People who make edits for fandoms work hard on them, they really do. They make them for themselves and for the fans of the character, ship. show, etc. They don’t make them to please everyone. If you don’t like the thing, don’t reblog the thing. Don’t reblog it and add your theories and rude comments. Enjoy the artwork or don’t touch it. Respect other peoples hardwork whether or not you agree with it.
I love these two so much, drawn for a assignment I re drew 10 ocs so fun…these might not suit as a ref sheet…(gonna redraw some…) , its just nice to RETHINK alot what they gonna wear as a default look
Gough and Galucus are my old oc being spicy on eachother asjdhfalsd
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No 2D this time, and I really had a good time drawing it. Drawing a dorky and happy Ardyn lifted my spirits up.
Sort of decided to have him facing forward with his body slightly turned, a bit different but still I like it.
Im back! Even though Art is gonna take a little longer now since I kinda had an accident with my hand and it really slows me down;; I am trying though haha
A stylish Ignis for your difficult days perhaps? Ignis will be more than happy to have a refreshing beverage with you, be given your hugs, be just a touch or a call away or even pinned against your wall ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Hello all! This is my first ever reader insert and my first time posting any of my writing online. It’s a short little Gladio x Reader drabble I guess?? No warnings really, a little angsty, reader cries a bit, plenty of fluff. Please let me know what you guys think, any feedback is appreciated! 🙂
It was late, you could tell by the position of the moon in the sky and the way your eyes were burning from how long you had been staring at your phone screen. It was going to be another sleepless night. You huffed, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. Sharing a tent with four dudes had quickly become the norm but it wasn’t without its drawbacks. The tent was now a bit cramped and unbearably warm, Gladio was like a furnace.
The sleeping arrangements were simple. The two larger men slept on the outside, the smaller of the two guys cocooned themselves in the middle. You were on the very edge. Gladio slept to your left, leaving you the freedom you needed to scroll on your phone endlessly through the night. When sleep came to you that’s when the nightmares came. You refused to admit this to anyone but yourself. Better to not worry the group with childish issues.
The rustling from the sleeping bag next to you set you on edge. If Gladio caught you up he would ask questions and you would much rather not get into that right now. You shoved your phone under your pillow quickly and tried to feign sleep.
Gladio’s gruff voice called out to you. “You don’t have to fake it. I know you’ve been awake for hours.”
Busted. So much for keeping a secret. You opened your eyes slowly an explanation at the ready.
“Nightmares??” Gladio’s voice was soft. It was something not often heard by the big man. You could only manage a nod in response.
“Do you…want to talk about it?” Gladio asked. You shook your head no. No need to bother him about it.
“You don’t need to put up a wall. You’re aloud to feel vulnerable.” Gladio continues “in fact, I allow my walls to come down, I’m doing so currently. Talk to me…please.” He gently urges. You huff and toy with the decision to tell him about the nightmares. To narrate what haunts you the most.
“It’s always the same, starts with getting caught in a scrap with some demon and ends with me not being able to get to you guys in time.” You feel your chest start to ache and your eyes moisten. You sniff quietly.
“Hey now…no need for tears.” Gladio soothes. He pats the empty area of his sleeping bag. “Come here.” He motions.
You shuffle closer to him, slotting your body against his massive frame. He spoons you and rests his chin on top of your head. He urges you gently to let out your fears and frustrations and that’s when you feel the real tears coming.
A quiet sob falls from your lips as your body shakes. Gladio holds you tightly against him. He brushes his fingers through your hair and continues to croon soft words into your ear. You cry for hours, the lack of sleep and built up emotions adding to your tears. By now it is well past the early morning hours and you can feel the beginning stages of exhaustion settling in.
Tucked against Gladio, encased in a warm embrace you allow your breathing to slow. An apology has already been whispered and hushed.
“There’s no reason to be sorry. It’s human, you’re human. It’s all okay. It’s all going to be okay.” Gladio’s warm voice lulls you into a light sleep. He continues his soft words until you fall into a deep slumber.
The next morning the boys are up and moving. Ignis was the first to rise and he found it odd that Gladio was not awake yet. Noctis and Prompto are the next to rise and are just as equally dumbfounded as Ignis to find Gladio still asleep. That is, until they see you wrapped up in his arms, face still red and puffy from your crying. The three say nothing and continue to get ready for the day ahead. Breakfast is made and the two of you are allowed to continue to sleep.
When you finally wake, you’re unable to move, restricted by Gladio’s heavy arms. Your attempt to pull free is met by a disgruntled groan and the tightening of arms.
“No need to leave. Stay wrapped up in my arms” Gladio mumbles sleepily. Who are you go refuse such a thing especially when he’s vulnerable like this.
You allow yourself to lay back against his chest once again. You can hear his heart beat steadily thrumming and it puts you at ease, however the situations between the two of you stirs anxiety and questions that need answers.
“Gladio….will you stay by me? Always?” You mumble softly. He hums, nuzzling into your hair before responding.
“Always.” Is his response. It warms your heart and you can’t help but roll over and face him. His face is scruffy and eyes tired but over all he’s yours. You kiss him softly and feel him melt into you. This was something you could certainly get used to.
warning (idk better safe than sorry): description of panic attacks
a gladiolus x reader fic that no one asked for but is oddly therapeutic. idk anxiety is no stranger to me and sometimes it’s nice to think of your favorite characters supporting you. will fill some requests tomorrow though!
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Hiccups echoed in the vacant bedroom. Your eyes were blurred with salty tears, your cheeks glistened with their trails. Pain vibrated in your chest. Had your lungs always felt this small? You gulped, praying to the astrals above to give you the strength to reign in your breath. Your body was racked with violent sobs that shook your form. You knew you were at the decline of a panic attack but you weren’t sure how to calm down. Your heart was still pounding and even though you were laying on your side in bed, you were sweating like you were running a marathon. Cold sweat beat down your face and intertwined with your tears.
The apartment door opening broke the sounds of your gasps. Gladiolus was home. You thought about flipping over and locking the bedroom door but you were immobilized. You couldn’t get your eyes to shift into focus, let alone control your body enough to walk to the door without collapsing. You sucked in. It hurt, gods it hurt.
“Y/N?” The bedroom door creaked open, the wood brushing against the white carpet floor. The burly shield’s eyes flickered to your trembling form on the bed. “Y/N-! What’s wrong? Astrals!” Gladiolus swore under his breath as he took swift strides to reach you. He reached to grab you – you flinched. “Y/N, are you hurt? What’s going on?” The brunette laid a calloused hand on your shoulder, gently trying to flip you over.
“I’m not-! Gladiolus, I can’t-!” You wheezed, your breath picking up again. His amber eyes flashed with realization. The messy bed squeaked as Gladiolus’ weight pushed down on it. His arms wrapped under you and pulled you into his lap. You could feel his chest rumble against your back as he spoke. “Breathe in.” His deep voice began to pull you out of your head. “Breathe in for four seconds.” You inhaled as he instructed. “Good,” he praised, “now hold it for seven seconds.” You counted to five before the air was pushed out of your lungs prematurely. “I-I can’t,” you panicked.
“Yes you can, come on babe breathe in for four and then hold for seven.” Gladiolus rubbed his palms down your arms. You sucked air in for four seconds, managing to hold it in for seven. “Atta girl, now breathe out for eight seconds.” He walked you through these steps several times until you could control your breathing once more. He rested his chin on top of your head, the shield’s body radiating heat. “You wanna talk about it?” Gladiolus prompted. You shook your head, moving his chin from side to side.
“No…not right now” you whispered, “I’m sorry.” The giant man encasing you also shook his head, “No, I understand. It’s nothing to apologize for.” He pressed a kiss to your head. “I’m here to listen if you need it, though.” A small smile graced your lips, “I know,” you responded. Gladiolus’ firm arms gave you a light squeeze. You were strong, he had no idea how you managed to deal with anxiety as well as you did. “Hey,” he started, his voice soft as he spoke.
“I’m proud of you. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.” Gladiolus’ words were genuine. This wasn’t the first panic attack he’d seen you have and despite his hopes he knew it likely wasn’t the last but, you’d pulled yourself through them before and he knew you could do it again. If nothing else you were resilient. No matter how awful you felt, no matter what your opinion of yourself was – you’d made it this far and you weren’t stopping now.
“Come on, let’s get you some tissues and get some rest.”
Noct: – He’s autistic too so he gets stuff the others don’t. – He’s more turned into his partners shut downs/meltdowns and when they’re gonna happen – And also more aware of what to do when they happen – Since he shuts down too – He is however not very good at picking up or articulating emotions – So communication between the two can get difficult and frustrating.
Ignis: – He is very aware of sensory aversions – Especially taste and smell – He knows all his partner’s favorites and what they absolutely hate – He will warn them if he’s cooking something they can’t stand – He has a problem with samefood partners – He tries not to show it, but he gets disappointed that he can’t get them to try something new or show off to them – And having to cook 2 different meals for himself and them takes a lot of work sometimes – But he never gets angry or frustrated about it
Gladio: – If his partner needs to pressure stim he is 100% down to lay on them or some such – No need for weighted blankets when you can sleep with your enormous boyfriend on you! – Sometimes they sit on his lap and sometimes he sits on theirs. – But he can be a bit rough other times – He doesn’t quite get sensory/touch aversion yet and he has a hard time telling when its okay and not okay – His partner doesn’t blame him but it can lead to difficulties and sometimes arguments – But he loves them and always makes it up to them and tries to remember to like just ask or something
Prompto: – He looooves hearing about his partner’s SpIns – Like he will get really excited with them whenever he hears about it – He’s always encouraging them to talk about it – Sometimes he will use the promise of infodumping as a bribe – It doesn’t always work after their partner figures out he’ll gladly listen anyways – Sometimes he’s too loud though – He gets excited and rambunctious and when he gets like that he’s loud – But he’s become more aware of his partners body language – And also makes them feel welcome to tell him anytime hes being too loud – Or just hit him when they can’t talk
The first time Viktor hears him, he’s just come home from the grocery store. He sets the bags down and takes his coat off, perplexed at the sounds coming from the kitchen. Had he left the radio on…?
Something in him tells him to be quiet, so he slips his shoes off and tiptoes to the doorway, silently shushing a sleepy Makkachin along the way. The radio is on, turned down very low, but that’s not the voice he’s hearing.
It’s Yuuri he’s hearing.
Yuuri is washing dishes at the sink, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He’s swaying back and forth in time with the music, and Viktor does a double take because that’s Yuuri? Singing? He’s never heard Yuuri sing before…
As he stands there, he realizes something.
Yuuri’s voice is lovely. It’s rich and soft, with gentle vibrato and a fairly impressive range.
He’s utterly spellbound. It’s the prettiest voice he’s ever heard in his life.
He finds himself walking closer, drawn to Yuuri as if pulled by a magnet, making sure to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible. He stands there rather dumbly for a few minutes, captivated by his Yuuri’s singing(and probably falling even more in love with him), until Yuuri turns around, spots Viktor, and shrieks like he’s seen the ghost of an ancestor, nearly dropping a plate and catching it just in time. They stare at each other, Yuuri sputtering and Viktor speechless.
“I didn’t know you could sing like that,” Viktor finally says, smiling at the pink blush that has poured into Yuuri’s cheeks.
Yuuri insists that he can’t sing, of course, but Viktor won’t have any of it. He wraps his flustered fiancé in a hug, and when he hears the grumpy muttering against his chest, it makes him smile.
From then on, Yuuri doesn’t stifle his singing around Viktor anymore.
In all honesty, the reason I’m quite familiar with some figure skaters is because of Yuri on Ice. One of those skaters is Denis Ten. I was clueless to who he was before YOI. Immediately after Otabek’s introduction to the series, I looked up into Denis’ profile and watched his videos as I did with the other skaters who were the inspiration for YOI skaters. Such powerful performances this young man had. He was full of determination and passion for figure skating. And he proudly showed and introduced his country to the world.
Then he became an inspiration for Kubo to create Otabek. A character that I’ve come to love so very much. A character who is full of determination and passion for his sport, and above all, a deep love and pride for his country. Just like his real-life counterpart.
I’m really affected by his passing as a YOI fan. If it weren’t for his unique traits as an athlete and as a person, the YOI fandom wouldn’t have an Otabek Altin today.
Rest in peace Denis Ten, the real Hero of Kazakhstan.
I am absolutely devastated by Denis Ten’s death. I have been trying to understand why this happpened for the past hour, and still cannot find an answer.
As a long-time figure skating fan, I have seen his ups and his downs, and while I didn’t always appreciate his programs, I could acknowledge that he was a talented figure skater.
He was also a kind person, always passionate about what he did, and I will always respect him for that, despite the controversy that has surrounded him years ago.
He became an inspiration to many people, especially after the rise of the figure skating anime, “Yuri!!! On Ice”, in which he was the inspiration for the Kazakhstani character Otabek Altin, who I’ve grown to love after watching the anime earlier this year.
Those news are everything I could have feared, and he absolutely did not deserve what happened to him. He was incredibly young.
I send all of my condoleances to his family and friends, all the way from France.
I know this is an unpopular opinion in a lot of circles, and he was hella underscored in the GPF short program. It wasn’t pulled off in the smoothest way. But I feel super strongly that winning gold would not have been as narratively impactful as silver, and here’s why.
When we first meet Yuuri, he’s a complete fucking wreck because he got to the GPF and came in 6th place. His anxiety and his perfectionism whispered to him that he only had one chance to go for glory, and that there were only two outcomes: either he met the crushingly high and impossible expectations he set for himself, or he was an abject failure. When you have Imposter Syndrome, you are always waiting for the moment when the jig is up—when the world around you finally catches on that you’re a loser, and have been all along. Of course, the rest of the world sees an incredibly talented if a little nervous skater who has had a kickass career up to that point. They see him as the sixth best skater on the planet. Yuuri, in Episode One, sees himself as the worst, period.
Yuuri’s growth throughout the arc of Yuri on Ice is about confidence and understanding how his anxiety has warped his perspective in the past. With Victor by his side, he learns how to own his successes and realizes that the people around him see an entirely different Yuuri Katsuki than he does, and that the two are in fact one and the same. He is accomplished and successful and talented, even if he does have anxiety. Part of that acceptance of who you are, and part of learning to be successful and work with your anxiety, is the acceptance that your absolute best is genuinely good enough. Yuuri winning silver is that arc coming to a close; he didn’t win gold, but he’s so proud of himself, so happy, so motivated to keep going because now he understands that this isn’t his last chance. He hasn’t put himself under that pressure the way he did last time.
Anyway. I don’t think it was done as smoothly as it could have been, but that’s my two cents. I’ve always liked that he won silver in the end.
Yesterday, this tumblr reached 500 followers, wow! I’m so excited, I wanted to do something to thank you guys and that’s how a doodle giveaway idea appeared.
What can you get?
A simply colored doodle, up to 3 characters. Like this one(link) or this one(link).
I can draw a fanart for your fic, your OC, you in my style… Any person/character you want me to draw.
But! There is a short list of things I won’t draw: animals(excluding Makkachin), explicit sexual content(artistic nudity is fine), underage ships, furry, gore and other possibly triggering content. If you aren’t sure about something, just ask!
How to participate?
You have to be my follower (after all, it’s a thank-you for them!)
Reblog this post to let me know you want to enter! ❤ Only the first reblog counts as an entry, likes don’t. (If you reblog it to a side blog, please mention your main one in the tags!)
I’m going to make a numbered list with tumblr usernames and draw one, using a random number generator, on August 15th.
The winner has 7 days to respond to my message, if they don’t, I’ll draw another number.
it’s a dog owner thing that when you hear your dog barking, you can recognize it no matter where you are or what you’re doing – you just hear it. and the thing is that when victor and yuuri move in together, yuuri takes the evening walks and victor takes the morning walks and the mornings will find makkachin and victor jumping into bed with yuuri, but the evenings?
the evenings will be yuuri taking makka on the walk around the neighbourhood and whenever they get close to home, makkachin’s cheerful barking will bring victor to the small balcony where he’d feel like juliette greeting her romeo, or a rapunzel waiting to throw her long hair down for her beloved, and he’d blush and smile, and wait till makkachin’s little feetsies scramble on the floorboards of their little home before turning around to see his yuuri in the balcony doorway, smiling back at him like victor’s own beloved prince, and victor will know – deep in his heart, he’ll know – that no prince could ever match up to what he has here, because it’s perfect, it’s his, and it’s forever
Viktor: It only takes a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone…but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.
Yurio [turning to Yuri]: Once Viktor forgot me in a parking lot.
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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