#bare1ythere

[danganreqs]

May I request Gonta x Kaito if you feel like it??

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[irradiatedsnakes]

I’m so jealous of your Pokémon cartridge collection.. I’m trying to get my hands on emerald but it’s proving very difficult

EMERALD'S A TOUGH ONE. i WISH i had an emerald but that is just not happening anytime soon.. very jealous of my sister, who managed to snag a legit copy in high school for literally a dollar because some boy had a crush on her. GOOD LUCK THOUGH i hope you get one 🫡

[okthatsgreat]

I really liked your post about different types of intelligence with DR characters!! As a Gonta fan I have been in the trenches for so long, but you worded and explained that very very well. 10/10 post

!!! thank you :0!! god seriously gonta fans you guys are fighting for your lives out there. it is so dire. every time i see an interpretation of gonta as somebody completely and totally incompetent i shed a single lonesome tear

gonta is definitely very knowledgable, he's just a little unaware of how to go about human interaction lol!! which makes a lottt of sense considering how he was raised. but even THEN this guy is a lot more emotionally intelligent than most!! he is extremely EXTREMELY perceptive, and this also applies to how others are feeling quite often!!!! he can even read kokichi at some times which is a feat in itself. he's trusting and calls HIMSELF an idiot but just because a character refers to themselves as stupid in a moment of distress does not always mean they are. his work in entomology has advanced his field of study significantly. he's a gentle guy who is good at what he does and just isn't super used to being surrounded by other people his age yet. anyways slight ramble over lol THANKS AGAIN

[changeling-droneco]

So my friend @bare1ythere did his first stream on twitch of a nuzlocke, and he had a very fun time with his new gonta munchlax! It definitely didn't didnt turn out to be an extremely blood thirsty munchlax at all!

[waitineedaname]

TRICK OR TREAT!

happy halloween! here is a confused greedling

[metal-queer-rex]

Gonta for the bingo??

DEAREST BOY GONTA AAAAAAA <3 <3 He is perfect, and i'm lucky to interact with lots of gonta fans so i don't see anyone being mean to him or wrong about him!!!!

I wish he could hold me in his arms

[dudeiwannasleep]

I love your art so much!! Your TMA designs are so wonderful and I'm obsessed with your colour schemes. How do you do it??

awww, thank you so much!! that means a lot to me! i’d say this made my day, but it’s been. several days. so i guess this made my day both when i received this, and now that i’m finally answering lmao

how do i do it, you ask? time for a semi-warranted art lesson with cait! under the cut, that is. it’s a long’un

this will read like those books that tell you that the first step to drawing a sheep is to make a cloud, and the second step is to shade and the example looks hyperrealistic, but this is more to explain my process rather than how i draw stuff ig (we love a run on sentence)

linework

usually, i sketch what i want to draw and just clean it up.

if the lineart looks faint, i’ll actually duplicate the layer, toggle the opacity on the duplicate until it’s where i want it to be, and merge the two back together. this happens to me more often than you think lol (i didn’t do that here, though)

if it’s a piece i want to put more effort into (or a sketch isn’t cleaning the way i want but it has the right idea), i’ll set that cleaned sketch layer to 30% opacity and line on top of it in a new layer (again, didn’t do any of that here)

For both sketch and lineart, i use the HB pencil brush in procreate!

For erasing, i’ll use a simple hard round brush, unless i’m using a 6B pencil brush to paint with and want to keep that texture. then, i’ll use 6B for erasing as well (but more on the 6B brush later)

that’s the more straightforward part. here’s where it gets murkier to explain? bear with me

coloring!

i like to fill whatever shape i’ve drawn with a solid off-white.

color drop is my mortal frenemy

then i place a clipping mask layer over that and color my flat colors with the 6B pencil brush

i do it this way because i like how the texture looks

adding ~flavor~

THEN i’ll add another clipped layer on top of that to add blush, grey hair, scarring, lighter palms, etc. i call it my flavor layer (yikes!)

to top it all off, i’ll typically slap a desaturated peach overlay/soft light on top

i do this basically because i decided to follow the art tips that said to “never use saturated colors, ever!!!” when learning to draw and then deeply fell in love with warm, saturated color schemes. so my set custom color palettes i have for the various characters are actually kinda desaturated and more realistic?? idk! basically, it’s just a local flat color that i make pop with whatever color overlay tonally fits the piece (if that makes sense)

i used overlay here

if i want just the art (not the background) to have that overlay, i’ll add a third clipping mask layer on top and an identical layer clipped to the lineart, bc sometimes that has colors in it too (like the green reflection in jon’s eyes)

could that be a lot simpler? probably, but overcomplicating things is how i roll, babey! :)

thanks for making it this far, ig?

[dickwheelie]

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.” for jonmartin requests?? 👀👀

In the wake of the end of the end of the world (there are less clunky things to call it, but this is Martin’s personal favorite), Jon doesn’t go out much.

Jon’s always been a little overwhelmed by noise, crowds, public places. Martin knew this even before Prentiss; he and Tim and Sasha (the Sasha he can’t remember) had dragged Jon out to pubs after work on occasion and although Jon had acquiesced, he never seemed fully comfortable even after a handful of drinks. He winced at loud music and yells across the bar, and always wanted to sit closest to the corner of the room, where he could see everyone, bracketed by friendly faces on either side. Martin pointed this out to Tim once, and Tim, who genuinely hadn’t noticed, made sure to only invite Jon to quieter pubs from then on.

With the time they had left, anyway.

Now, Jon has even more reason to be wary of the public; literally everyone knows his face, and although most recognize that he’s the one who helped save the world, plenty of others recognize him as the one who ended it in the first place.

Most of the time, he can walk around unbothered, especially if Martin is with him to glare at anyone who looks at Jon funny, but Martin knows that crowds still upset him. He can hear whispers of their fears, he tells Martin, like echoes of things you see during the day that remind you of a nightmare you once had. Not enough for a statement, not even enough to frighten him, but enough to make him uneasy. And when you compound that feeling coming from a hundred people at once, well . . .

They’re at the farmer’s market one day, and it’s busier than usual. Martin keeps surreptitiously checking Jon’s face, his body language, knowing if he asks him aloud Jon will just say he’s fine, he’s fine, he’s fine.

And at first, he really does seem like it. He’s smiling slightly behind the large sunglasses he thinks are effective at hiding his identity, examining boxes of ginger and limes for the curry he’s planning on making tonight. Martin feels himself relax a bit.

But it’s a lovely day out, and as the morning wears on the crowds get bigger. Martin notices Jon turn around from a vendor and flinch, involuntarily, at the sheer number of people that have accumulated in the outdoor square. His shoulders tense up, his jaw locks. He runs a hand through his hair, starts looking for the nearest exit.

“It’s getting crowded,” Martin says, simply, without judgment. Just an observation. “Here, hold my hand.” He offers his right.

Jon stares at him behind the sunglasses for a moment, then slowly takes hold of it, hooking his elbow around Martin’s as he does. Locking them together. Martin smiles.

“I think I’ve got everything,” Jon says, which Martin knows isn’t true because he hasn’t bought the onions yet.

“Okay,” Martin says, and he points to the corner of the square nearest to them with an outlet to the street. “I think I parked the car somewhere that way.” They both know this isn’t true, but Jon nods agreeably.

There are still crowds to make their way through as they leave the vendor area, but Martin keeps Jon’s arm locked in his, squeezing his hand every once in a while. Jon likes the pressure, he knows, the feeling of something solid. He says it focuses him, reminds him that Martin is here. It’s the same with hugs; he’s always sure to give Jon the strongest hugs he can, holding him just this side of too tight before Jon melts in his arms.

As they make their way through the crowds, Jon will sometimes glance off to the side, his gaze locked on a passerby for a moment too long, and Martin will gently squeeze his hand, and Jon will come back, leaning against him a bit, in silent appreciation. They don’t discuss moments like this.

Soon enough, they’ve left the crowds behind, and Jon relaxes, breathes, lets Martin lead him around the long, more deserted way to where the car’s actually parked.

On the way home, they stop at a corner store to get the onions.