if you’re an amateur artist you are so fucking awesome. please don’t stop creating just because it’s hard. even if you have time constraints. fuck yeah draw on that napkin. fuck yeah paint for five minutes a day until you feel ‘done’. create that shit!!!
i’ll be using “acnh spoilers” for anything related to the update, and once the dlc drops i’ll use “hhp” for anything related to that! i’ll keep doing that for a few days to give everyone a chance to discover things at their own pace
1. Draw the most common appearance for your character. This is your comfort zone. (Color)
2. Draw your character from the front, the side, and the back. This is something called a ‘turn sheet’. It’s a little boring to do, but will be very helpful to you in the future to have on hand.
3. Draw your character from the front, the side, and the back, but have them in nothing but their undies at most. This is to show off how your character is built. Drawing nothing but a straight pant-leg with no structure under it is no way to learn! (Skip this if your character doesn’t wear clothes)
4. Draw your character at three different ages than they currently are. (Must be noticeably different. No ages: 4, 5, and 6, etc.) Color one of them.
5. BANG! Your character just heard a loud noise right behind them. Draw their reaction!
6. Draw a bird’s eye view of your character.
7. Draw your character feeling very happy. Show body language.
8. Draw your character feeling very angry. Ditto.
9. Draw your character feeling very sad. You know the drill.
10. Draw your character with a different body type than they usually have. This helps you map distinguishing features onto different ‘templates’.
11. Draw your character if they were the opposite gender.
12. Draw your character as a different species than they normally are.
13. Somebody has just handed your character a live duck. Draw their reaction. Keep them in character.
14. Mary Sue the HELL out of your character. (Due to being asked “What is Mary Sue?” several times, I have included a link to the evil that is Sue: [Click if you dare.]
15. Draw your character lifting something heavy. (no magic allowed!)
16. Draw your character in an opposite role than they appear in your story/continuity.
17. Draw your character doing something they enjoy.
18. Draw your character doing something they do NOT enjoy.
19. Draw your character in a dynamic pose that is not a profile shot (from the side).
20. Draw the most common appearance for your character. Color it. (Pssst! See if it improved from the first one you drew. I bet it did!)
Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.
Pairings: Y/N x OT7
Genre:Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.
Warnings: Angst, toxic behavior, mention of abusive relationship and near death experience. Uh… Be ready I guess.
NOTE:Hello everyone! Welcome to this new Time Heals chapter AFTER TUMBLR SHENANIGANS SKJDKSJD ! Sorry for the extra wait, I started my internship two weeks ago and it’s been HECTIC! (but very fun nonetheless) I’m very satisfied with this chapter even though it’s one I didn’t really see how to finish, nor really had a straight line in mind, I hope you guys still enjoy it !!!
I have this fear that somebody might get spoilers from my rants and I hate it so sorry lmao
My inner voice: bold of you to assume you’re important enough for anyone to read your mad ramblings
Me: ok fair bUT IT DOESN’T HURT TO BE CONSIDERATE!!!!
Ok but how much I love YN. Strong girl. I adore her. And her reaction to reading the diary is valid. I didn’t know what to feel either. I was waiting for her reaction to react and now I know that it was expected to go all numb and kinda crazy. My hands are spasming weirdly at the moment, I’m that shook. The talk… damn the talk. I was kind of expecting that talk to be as it was - totally not the screaming, shouting, and blaming - because YN is classy and she knows she’s valid and she knows she deserves to feel what she feels but is being rational about it - which I totally wouldn’t do, I would choke the life out of JK in my anger, add Tae to that, stupid little shit, (can’t fully blame him but eh) then seek that bitch (and don’t even get me started on that) and kill her slowly and painfully - now I pity the stupid squad. A little bit. They have suffered and lost a lot, and so much, at that, physically and mentally, they were abused, assaulted, tormented, used and all that awful shit that they didn’t deserve, and it’s hard to say it out loud, even if you realize, that you’re not alright (sometimes I cannot get those words no matter how hard I try, I must ✨deflect with a joke✨), humans are so weird I wish I had been a rock N E WAYS… The boys went through shit and back, and I understand their reactions a little bit. I don’t approve but I understand. I loved how YN’s first question was about Yoongi’s well being. I.love.her. and their dialogue… much wow. I loved their conversation. Both kind of uncomfortable, awkward, HELLA HURT and VULNERABLE, but still mindful of each others’ feelings. A star for JK and a whole fucking universe for YN. I cannot wait for all of them to be in the same room. I CAN’T WAIT OK I CAN’T. THIS IS GOING TO BE AMAZING! I’M READY FOR THE ANGST.
Now…now…now… I wanted to start with this but I felt like a dinosaur if I mixed up the order of the scenes…which I think I did but give me a break, us, dinosaurs are known to be emotional… Raya and Yongbitch… Sisters… S.I.S.T.E.R.S. that’s a plit twist. That’s a plot twist. A big plot twist. I was not expecting that. NOT AT ALL. When she began thinking about the soulmark disappearing then I got the bad feeling… AND HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. OH IT’S BIG FUCKING KARMA WHEN YONGSUN ALMOST KILLED YN BECAUSE OF HER ACTIONS AND HER SISTER RAYA THE QUEEN SAVED YN… Damn… What’s this? The genius mind of Dolly or genius evil mind of Dolly? I’ll take both, I love both, you’re so cool for this omg. My breath got taken away wtf!!!!! I cannot wait for the big reveal! jdfbsjdbsjdhw I’m shaking. Jejdiwmdoensodndidjdidndndd. Damn. So unexpectedly cool. Ugdjdbfndxmdkxmxmxmd.
You’re the best! I love you with my whole ass chest! I missed you so much!!!
here’s my one whole discourse post for pride month. you fucks will never ever ever wean off the radfem shit if you keep trying to give “cis men are evil” nuance. no, it’s not bad because they could be closeted or questioning, it’s bad because gender essentialism is a fucking brain poison and it makes you stupid
It amazes me that about ten years ago, the word “misandry” meant “I am a fucking idiot who thinks that women struggling for equal rights is oppressing me” and somehow in the intervening decade, it has become an actual genuine thing which is a massive factor in the rise of TERF/radfem ideology.
It’s not by any means a broad structural social problem in the way misogyny is; we still are very much living in a patriarchy (and we need to keep working to dismantle that) but it is now an actual thing where a non-trivial number of assholes are genuinely espousing and promulgating the idea that men are inherently worsethan women.
It feels like an indictment of humanity that we managed to invent a new extra kind of horrible bigotry before we could stamp out misogyny.
Her blush had almost matched the bruise, when her friend had pointed it out like it was some sort of social faux pas; a bit of spinach in the teeth, or a label sticking out. Like she’d made some sort of clumsy mistake and discoloured her skin in such a way. Silly girl, try to be more careful, try not to let your masochistic tendencies find you tied face down on the bed under the repeated blows of the man she was slowly falling in love with. No siree, that was totally unacceptable in this social circle, thankyouverymuch.
She’d giggled in response, shrugging and brushing it off as if she really had walked into a shoulder-high table corner, giving herself an impact bruise that was about the size of a fist and just as angry. Her friend had looked quizzical for a moment, as if the nonchalance was entirely unwarranted, but after that had let it go. She’d slipped on her cardigan, covered up the offending mark, and waited for the heat to drain out of her cheeks.
The problem was she’d wanted to display it, wear it proudly on her arm like a badge of honour, some medal that she could parade around on her chest, so that everyone knew exactly who she was and what she had done. She’d fought for that bruise, really she had, and she felt like she’d earned it. Helped him build up to using that much force, teased it out of him with playful remarks and pleading requests. And eventually he’d closed that deft palm and brought it down on her arm with enough force to make her wince and cry out.
But that’s what she’d asked for, and the pain was only momentary, washing away in a sea of numbness almost immediately, her nerves in shock, just a dull throb that felt like it was a thousand miles away, a long distance request to start feeling the pain, to bring her back into the land of the living.
It was thrilling, and she’d clutched herself for almost five minutes, rubbing her arm and staring up at him with punch drunk eyes. He’d stroked her face, half laughing and half looking genuinely worried, before they’d kissed. Hard, desperate, tongues bumping against one another’s teeth as they mistimed the French dive. Eventually they’d found one another, and he’d sucked hers into his mouth before clamping down on it with his teeth, forcing her to tug back, grazing all the way. She thrilled.
The bruise had come up so beautifully, first just a soft red before it blossomed into a heavy purple, the single cloud on an otherwise perfect day, and she knew those yellowed edges would only encroach deeper as time went on. It was a beautiful reminder of him, a black spot on her vision that kept him in mind.
And now she’d had to cover it up to avoid odd glances at work. The sacrifices she had to make for love. A sigh.
