“Master of the House”

Sometimes you gotta just not care about color theory if you want to get anything done.

His name is Den.

yearoftheknife:

Question:
How do I communicate “I want to be friends” in a way that doesn’t creep people out?

I’ve always been told that that’s a weird thing to say to anyone, like it actually guarantees you won’t be friends or something. Like it’s some kind of red flag?

People have told me I’m cold or unapproachable. But??

How am I (someone who has extraordinary difficulty communicating with people and making friends) supposed to express my interest in getting to know someone if things like “I want to be friends” and even “I’d like to get to know you” just drive people away?

Am I supposed to be super secretive about wanting to know people? Like… pretend it’s some happy accident that I get along with someone enough to talk to them?

Talking to people feels like some some secret club where there’s a secret code that gets you in, but somehow I don’t know the code and nobody will tell me what the code is, they just keep saying, “No, just go into the club, it’s not a big deal, there’s plenty of people to talk to inside the club once you’re in it!”

And people I know say things like, “Oh don’t worry socializing is difficult for everyone!” but then

I see people making friends. People with friends everywhere. People talking to friends. Hanging out with friends. Friends, friends everywhere. There are sooo many people to be friends with but— how—? How do friend???

Why is there so much secret bullshit in language and socializing?

WHY.

tldr; me trying to People:

I’m gonna post this thing I just wrote on my other blog on here too because I’M THE BOSS, that’s why!

In case anyone wanted to know what my original sketches look like before I… decipher them.

Faces are fun to draw! Suits, not so much.

yearoftheknife:

purplekecleon:

Hi everyone!!! This is an art supplies giveaway for me reaching an amount of followers I said I’d do a giveaway at!

Here are the things you’ll be getting, as you can see from the photo!

• 6” by 10” Sketchbook for both wet and dry media
• A bottle of ink, you pick the color, I’ll order it from a specific site
• A fountain pen that comes with the ink from the same site
• 11 colors of Cotman Winsor & Newton watercolors
• 3 brushes
• A drawing of a subject of your choice to go on the first page! You might want to check my art out if you’re unfamiliar with me to see what types of things I usually do

And that’s that.  I don’t use any of those watercolor tubes anymore, as I’ve replaced them each with higher quality tubes, so I thought: why not give them away?  And I like the fountain pen I’ve been using so much that I think I’d like someone else to try it, too.  I’ve also replaced the three brushes I’ve included here, so I don’t need those, either.  And a drawing for good measure.

Here are the rules! Please follow these:

• No giveaway blogs.  I want more people to actually see this and have a chance at getting something; a lot of artists don’t have a lot of money…
• Reblogs enter you, and a Like helps.  You can’t just like - but you can do both to double your chances of just reblogging (if it falls on someone who liked it, I’ll check to see if they reblogged it)
• I’ll be checking the blog that wins to see if you’re an active blog.
• You gotta use these after they arrive! I obviously can’t enforce this, but I want to see people not being timid! Make art! That’s what these are for.  I know a thing that stops a lot of people is being scared they’ll mess up and waste expensive supplies… but if this is a gift, that shouldn’t matter!
• This ends on May 24th. If I send an ask and you don’t respond within 2 days, I’ll ask the next person, and so on.
• I will ship anywhere. I’ll pay the shipping.
  

I think that’s everything.  Have fun!!! Good luck!

okay wow I don’t normally reblog these kinds of things but i am poor as shit and this is amazing *sobs*

here’s to hoping ;___;

oops, putting this here, too, because oh my god, i have a MIGHTY NEED

What if they were right all along?

My overwhelming anxiety about being obsessed with cool character designs (especially monsters) was drastically reduced when I decided that almost all of my characters are shapeshifters and all have some kind of monster form. B)c

True facts about Grim’s headworlds.

yes, go forth, my dear Kauno and Jauno drawing

spread your happiness

Today Kauno and Jauno have mostly been enjoying the great outdoors.

Wow, I haven’t been able to really draw in months, and suddenly there’s a huge wave of inspiration… to draw Kauno and Jauno.

Thanks, Korpiklaani!

(a lot of detail is kind of lost on the small view, so please fullview it!)

Taking a break from a Very Serious Drawing to doodle a Charizard.

Picture I started in October 2012 and will most likely never finish.

Some toon Links.

Drawing has been really hard lately, so naturally I decided to draw a really normy-looking Bleikr. some day i will draw him properly. :/

I’m shaking. My head is full of wasps and I can’t stop shaking.

Muumilaakson Tarinoita. It’s important right now.
Somehow you know I’m shaking even before you come into the room.

“May I watch with you?”

I nod. My vision blurs for a moment as you lay behind me, not touching, but close enough for me to hear your breath.

“You watch it with no English?”

I nod. The corner of my mouth contorts and I know I must be smiling because you do too.

“You understand it?”

I nod. “Usually.”

We watch.

“Not the words. Just what’s going on.” I feel like I’m swallowing sand. “Some of the words I know. Only a few.”

I hear you smile. We watch.

“You’re shaking…” And your voice is, too.

“I’m afraid.” It’s hard to blink. I’m hypnotized by the screen, surrounded on all sides by memories. You lean over and turn the fan on higher. Your stomach presses into my leg as you lean, and I think I must be dying.

“Is it okay to touch you?”

I nod.

Your hand gently massages my shoulder and works down my arm, dulling the needles under my skin. A blaze briefly flares up my neck and face, and is gone. “You are full of rivers.” Your hand pushes the gravel out of my muscles and bones. “It’s all blocked up right now.”

We watch.

You brush my hair, sticky with sweat, out of my eyes. The wind from the fan strokes my cheek like a hand, and I wish it was yours. I’m glad it isn’t.

“Don’t forget your friend.” You press the ragged brown dog into my arms. I unfold as mandibles and take the dog into my chest. It warms my heart like food.

I fall asleep.

~~

I’m shaking again. My stomach is full of butterflies.

The Secret Garden.

The room is dark except for the light of the screen. The others might be able to see us in their peripheral, but they don’t look at us. You and I are sharing a blanket. The torrent outside sounds almost like my fan.

Your breath is on my ear and your words are a secret. “Can I put my arm around you?”

I nod. For a moment I feel like I might faint as your hand presses against my ribs. It is a secret motion, hidden from everyone else as they watch the film. Your breath is on my ear.

“Is this okay?”

For a moment I imagine your hands roaming over me, grasping me, pulling me so gently to pieces. My burning face is hidden but I wonder if you can feel the heat in my heart through my ribs. I nod.

We watch.

I inch toward you, pressing my back into you, and your arm tightens around me, just so. I hear the falter in your breath, feel your butterflies rumble against my back. For a moment I imagine the sounds you make as I open you up with my tongue. My face burns again.

We watch.

I watch.

Your breath is on my neck. I nudge my spine further between your butterflies. Your little finger grasps at the fabric of my shirt, and the rest follow. Our legs are a zipper. Your heart and breath drum music down my spine, all the way down, the rhythm of a song I don’t know yet.

We pretend to watch. Your lips are on my neck, and the rain roars.

Some trolls.