#ic drawing

[question94]

I was working on my police sketches so I dont fall out of practice.  Vigilante happened to be on my mind at the time.

[ardynzunia]

🎨 (not sure if it's relevant but hey xD)

"Choke on it and treat your daughter better Monsieur Lysandre."

These are in character drawings XD And uhhhh, Ardyn isn't a fan of how Lys treats his daughter.

Send 🎨 for my Adult Ardyn to draw your muse !

Send 🖍 for my child ardyn to draw your muse! (accepting)

[the-demon-with-angel-wings]

The cute dress

[professor-of-somanoutics]

Oswyn had found himself caught with his coffee between two conversations at the bar, being a part of neither, so instead he had pulled out a drawing pad, set it down, and just started drawing what was directly in front of him. In this case, it was Nhaji and her new hair.

@nhajers @bsventures

[question94]

I used to never understand the concept of a muse. Having spent hours and hours looking into every possible meaning of the word, A muse. Such a funny concept is it not? That some shmuck could just spend hours to days at a time creating. Because Someone was intruding on your thoughts. 

Unable to be purged or rather, not wanting to purge them. It always seemed so silly to me back then. Looks like even I fall victim to not following my own advice, “always look into different perspectives.” I didn't even realize there was a perspective I was missing. Not until I saw you that is. Because I understand now, more than ever, what drives people with a muse. To have the bubbly thought of someone so special bouncing around your head like some DVD screen saver. Someone you'd recite Shakespeare to in attempts to make them smile.

 Someone who makes the room go from cold bleak miss matched colors that can overwhelm the mind, full of people but no one to talk to, to consistent bright and warm shades of lavender just by walking in and smiling at me. A gal with no strings attached. Even though you've got me strung up tighter than your crossbow.

With this ever-growing understanding of this perspective, I've learned that you just make things make sense.

[professor-of-somanoutics]

Os had never been to a ball before, and he really wasn’t a fan of crowds, but thankfully he wasn’t there to enjoy the music, or to dance. He was there as an assignment from his drawing instructor, Shio ( @astromancy ) and he was supposed to draw a scene for the first time, rather than a still life or stationary models. Early on he had met up with one of his oldest friends, a Goldsmith by the name of Defiant Bride, who had made his mother a lovely blue necklace for her birthday. Picking her as the focus of his drawing, Os had spent the fair deal of time almost leading right up to the start of the grindstone working on it. Now that the assignment was complete, however, he felt it would be a kind gesture to give it to the subject herself the next time they met.

@bride-and-bride

[professor-of-somanoutics]

During a short debriefing following a minor leve that resulted in both no casualties or injuries and meager payment, Oswyn wasn’t really paying attention to the body count and recalling of how grateful the client was. Instead he was doodling by memory his drawing teacher on a small napkin. He would have to eventually put much more detail into a proper drawing in his sketchbook for all she had done for him, but for now the napkin was left where it was as his mind wandered.

@astromancy

[professor-of-somanoutics]

During a stretch of the morning where he found a break between his work and his workouts, Oswyn found himself sitting in a lounge chair at the Villa, tapping his lip with his pencil while he tries to recall something to draw from the past week. His mind wanders back to the Fight Club, and the four challenging opponents he faced there. The one which easiest comes to his mind first is Dishel, as he’d fought the man once before, and before had been bested by him. It was with no small amount of joy that Oswyn had found he had improved enough to be an equal to the fighter that day.

@disheldinwell