Inking It Up

Name: Christa
Age: 20
Current Status: Freshman attending SCAD
Commissions: Open
Requests: Open
E-Mail: traficalshours@gmail.com

Info:
Everything on this blog will now cosist of my fandoms and favorites.
Art/Sketch Blog
Da Gallery

Recent Tweets @traficalshours

awkward-fallen-angel:

croatoanalex:

phils-mum-and-llama-placentas:

bangtidyniall:

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING

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RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER

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FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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IT’S STARTED

WHY IS THIS ON MY DASH ITS NOT EVEN AUGUST YET

CHRISTMAS IN JULYYYYY!!!!!!

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machinesbleedtoo:

I get a lot of questions about digital art. Mostly people wanting to start out drawing, and they’ll always ask me what I use, as if what exact tablet model I own or what photoshop version I paint in is the key to my skill. They often say they want to try digital art because they think it will be easier.

I show people who are interested in starting out as an artist with digital media this picture. And I show them this picture, for one reason- to prove a point. 

This was the first full-blown traditional artwork I have done in eight years. I was a kid when I drew traditionally, before I started with photoshop. AND I’M NOT SAYING THIS OUT OF EGO. I’m saying this because: the medium you draw in does. not. matter. I have been drawing using photoshop for years and yet my traditional art doesn’t suck- why?

I can draw in any medium because I learned the basics- anatomy, lighting, perspective etc (and I’m still learning them, and I still have a lot to learn.) All you need to do is learn to draw well. Learn the rules, draw from life, and once you’re confident you can work on breaking those rules creatively. It’s boring, I know. But every good artist has gone through these same steps. There is no magic to it- there is no easy way out. Art is work, contrary to popular belief. 

So go out there and be awesome and remember you’re just as capable as I am or any other good artist at being a good artist. Learn how to draw, not what to draw, or what to draw it with. 

So, I always tell them that the best way to start out is drawing from life on paper and investing in digital art once they’re sure this is a hobby they will pursue seriously. And, draw in pen as much as possible. Even in digital art it’s essential you learn to make use of mistakes, and to become comfortable with them. 


(…also I just really wanted to post this picture because I just unearthed it again and I still like it haha.)

Drawn in 2011, with Mechanical pencil, 6B pencil, derwent colour studio pencils, white-out, blue pen and yellow highlighters. It probably took about seven-ten hours of work over a few days.  

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akkeyroomi:

treepelta113:

playingeminor:

I accept the “Stoick saw Valka in Hiccup during the Kill ring scene in HTTYD 1 head canon” but there is one thing that doesn’t add up.
Why would he disown the image of his “late” wife immediately after?
What if Stoick only saw Valka at first, when Hiccup was talking of the philosophies that supposedly got the woman killed.  Yet, when a Night Fury, one of the most feared creatures of their world, jumps into the fray.  When it rescues Hiccup, obeys Hiccup, Stoick saw someone else.
Because who was the last person Stoick witnessed control Dragons?
Stoick had seen Drago use dragons to burn down his contemporaries, his friends, with out any hesitation.  Now his son had a dragon.  A dragon that would have killed Stoick had Hiccup been so inclined to let that happen.
There is no way that his son could ever be like that monster.  Now way Valka’s son could be like that. But Stoick saw the evidence.
Now of course when he saw Hiccup leading the gang into battle.  Saw him fighting for a village that turned it’s back on him, Stoick realized that Hiccup and Drago were two different breeds.  But for a sharp moment he saw a strange man from a strange land look up at him from the boy’s eyes.
And there was no way that could be his son.

this is beyond painful

this fandom drowns itself in an ocean of heartbreak and tears and likes it

akkeyroomi:

treepelta113:

playingeminor:

I accept the “Stoick saw Valka in Hiccup during the Kill ring scene in HTTYD 1 head canon” but there is one thing that doesn’t add up.

Why would he disown the image of his “late” wife immediately after?

What if Stoick only saw Valka at first, when Hiccup was talking of the philosophies that supposedly got the woman killed.  Yet, when a Night Fury, one of the most feared creatures of their world, jumps into the fray.  When it rescues Hiccup, obeys Hiccup, Stoick saw someone else.

Because who was the last person Stoick witnessed control Dragons?

Stoick had seen Drago use dragons to burn down his contemporaries, his friends, with out any hesitation.  Now his son had a dragon.  A dragon that would have killed Stoick had Hiccup been so inclined to let that happen.

There is no way that his son could ever be like that monster.  Now way Valka’s son could be like that. But Stoick saw the evidence.

Now of course when he saw Hiccup leading the gang into battle.  Saw him fighting for a village that turned it’s back on him, Stoick realized that Hiccup and Drago were two different breeds.  But for a sharp moment he saw a strange man from a strange land look up at him from the boy’s eyes.

And there was no way that could be his son.

this is beyond painful

this fandom drowns itself in an ocean of heartbreak and tears and likes it

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pizzaback:

thor’s fursona

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sssibilance:

yourpersonalcheerleader:

linrenzo:

videohall:

Baby laughing while getting shots

> Rock star doctor.

I don’t care how old he will be I’m taking my future children to him

My heart!

That person is in the right field!  So many pediatricians are terrible with children; you can tell this person LOVES children and taking care of them.

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youre-fine:

aliscenkhaw:

AVATAR FUNFACTS 3

THOSE LAST ONES WERE NOT FUN FACTS

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nadeki:

noobling:

person: Pokemon is such a childish game, why are you playing it?

me: 

me: 

me: image

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

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myresin:

ben-c:

since so many people are a fan of my insults, i’ve made a curse-free insult generator at the request of a very enthusiastic anon

here u go, bud

obtuse cantaloupe

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sonia-nevermind:

sylveonsaccharide:

sonia-nevermind:

sonia-nevermind:

ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE

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ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE AND PLAY MUSIC

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What about ads that play music, but you can’t find them anywhere on the page?

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heylilyhilily:

I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS.

(via yeahitsbrittany)

marauders4evr:

What’s up, doc?

Happy 74th Birthday, Bugs Bunny!

You’ll always be my favorite Toon!

loosescrewslefty:

guardianofscrewingup:

v-mazing:

If you had to make me choose between Young!Hiccup or Older!Hiccup, I don’t think I could. He’s still his adorkable self whether he’s 15 or 20. 

I love how his impersonating his dad game only improved over the years. 

I think that’s more because he was bitter and angry in the first gifset, but in the second he’s just messing around. Hiccup’s body language is very expressive that way. XDDD

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invalidinvader:

strike-blade:

WHO IS THIS GUY

The god of Wind Waker selfies.

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thebigbearcave:

evoroil:

thebigbearcave:

Toph Tuesday!

*STAMP OF APPROVAL*

Toph is approved! Royal House Bei Fong, Lord of Melons, Ruler of Earth, Supreme Metalbender, Team Avatar, titles titles

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sparrowtale:

tehjai:

steel-plated-hearts:

a kid at hogwarts who just wants to get a proper education but can’t focus because of all of the shit harry potter and his friends keep getting themselves into

Jenna B. Lacey, age eleven, knew exactly what she was going to do with her life.

She was going to go to Hogwarts, get top grades, and be the youngest female Minister of Magic by age 35.

It would have been a good plan, if she hadn’t been in the same year as Harry Potter.

*   *   *   

Year one started out great. She was sorted into Hufflepuff, did well in all her classes, and aced the exams.

A troll smashed its way through the study room she was in on Halloween, but that wasn’t going to deter her. 

*   *   *   

Year two was a disaster. People were getting petrified, and worse—the teachers had to herd them from place to place, which severely cut down on her library time. She had to study in the common room, which meant instead of a nice, quiet atmosphere, she got a soundtrack of nervous Hufflepuffs.

And on top of that, exams were cancelled. It was a disaster.

*   *   *   

Third year, she started to notice a trend.

First the troll, than the petrifications, and now dementor guards and escaped convicts. What did they all have in common? Potter.

After Black broke in and everyone had to spend the night in the Great Hall, interrupting Jenna’s last minute studying for a test the next day, she took to giving Potter angry looks in every class.

He did not notice.

*   *   *   

They announced the Triwizard tournament at dinner the first night of fourth year, and Jenna almost started crying.

Potter was going to take this one over. She just knew it.

And she was right.

Voldemort rose at the end of the year. She honestly didn’t know what she had expected.

*   *   *    

Fifth year brought Umbridge. She joined the DA because she was going to need a better background in defense, but that didn’t mean she was any happier about Potter.

She imagined it was him she was hexing instead of Zachariah Smith.

But, by the end of the year, focus on her studies was impossible. After Dumbledore left, it was complete anarchy.

Potter’s fault. Of course.

*   *   *   

Sixth year she started volunteering in the hospital wing. She needed a backup plan in case Potter fucked it up.

All seemed quiet, until they brought Malfoy in. It was apparently Potter’s fault, which surprised everyone except Jenna.

Later, she was peacefully studying in a little nook on the third floor when some Death Eaters and some other adults started dueling right under her nose.

This was the worst fucking school, honestly.

*   *   *   

They were calling it “The Final Battle.”

Jenna ran through the hall, dodging in and out of the children evacuating, until she saw him. 

“POTTER.”

He turned, startled. “Um—Jenna, right? We’re sort of busy—”

She grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him up until he was eye level with her. “If I’m not Minister of Magic by age 35, it is going to be entirely your fault and I’m going to hurt you.”

She dropped him and stormed away, leaving him to whatever he was doing. She had to fight this goddamn war so she could go back to her fucking studying.

*   *   *   

She became Minister of Magic at age 36.

Fucking Potter.

I think I just found the best Harry Potter fanfic

I would read books about his. 

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