Black And White - Blog Posts
Kitty cat
Edit: better photo
This was supposed to become a colored sketch, but then...
Made with ballpoint pen and off-white acrylic paint.
My precious little vampire
Graveyards >>> vsco hangouts
My first illustration-100 project! The assignment was to do a black and white editorial piece and I did mine on “How wielding lamps and torches shed a new light on Stone Age cave art” published by Science News
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- hi, I'm Bito!
In this blog I'll mainly post art projects and some fanart while occasionally sprinkling some oc content here and there! I hope people can relate to my characters and enjoy my projects like I do :D
TW: Implied child abuse, bullying, and abusing the foster system
Kanna Origins Part 1
Blair Waldorf x Reader - "A Moment in Time"
The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Blair Waldorf's Upper East Side apartment, casting a golden sheen on the velvet curtains. The city hummed just outside, but inside, there was only peace. You and Blair were sitting on her plush couch, a cozy moment in an otherwise chaotic life. Her head rested against your shoulder, her long lashes fluttering as she half-heartedly scrolled through her phone.
"Can you believe it's almost the end of the week?" Blair sighed, her voice wrapped in the usual hint of frustration that only Blair could master. "I’ve barely had time to think about anything but that dreadful event at the museum."
You smiled, brushing a strand of her glossy hair from her face. "You always find a way to make it perfect, Blair. You’ll be brilliant as always. Besides, you deserve a break. Maybe we can do something—just the two of us—after the event?"
Blair’s lips quirked into a small, teasing smile as she turned her head slightly to meet your gaze. "I do like the sound of that." She paused, eyes glimmering. "As long as it’s something that doesn’t involve me fighting off a crowd of sycophants."
"Deal," you laughed, knowing Blair’s tendency to seek solitude after events, preferring a quieter, more intimate evening rather than the usual sea of socialites.
Blair shifted closer, curling her legs beneath her. She tucked her head into your neck, breathing in your scent as if it was the only thing that could calm her. Her warm presence against you felt like a shield against the world, and you were more than happy to be her safe haven.
"How do you always know exactly what I need?" Blair murmured, her voice soft, almost vulnerable. She rarely let her guard down, even with you, but in these quiet moments, you got to see the side of Blair that was so deeply caring and, yes, sometimes a little bit fragile.
You placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "I think I just know you, Blair," you said, your hand gently smoothing the fabric of her dress. "And I know you’re always putting others first. But you deserve to take a moment for yourself. Especially with everything you do."
Blair’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, the world outside disappeared. All that mattered was the two of you, in this little bubble of intimacy and warmth. She held your gaze with a mix of admiration and something softer—something that said she was so thankful to have you in her life.
“You always make me feel like I’m more than just the things people expect of me,” she said quietly. "Like I'm enough, just as I am."
Your heart fluttered. You cupped her face gently, running your thumb over her cheek in a tender gesture. "You are more than enough, Blair. You are everything I need. Always."
Her breath hitched slightly at the intensity of your words, and for a moment, Blair Waldorf, the queen of the Upper East Side, seemed to melt into you. Her hand reached up to rest on yours, and she gave a small, almost shy smile.
"I think I’ve said this before," she said, her voice soft and teasing, "but I may just be the luckiest girl in New York."
You chuckled, brushing your lips over her forehead. "And I’m the luckiest girl in the world, having you."
Blair’s smile widened, her eyes softening as she leaned into you even more. “I’m starting to think that, too,” she whispered, her fingers tracing small circles on your hand as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth.
Outside, the world carried on, but for now, everything was perfect. Just the two of you, surrounded by nothing but love and the promise of more quiet moments together.
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The Crumbling Castle
Don’t pay attention to different tags on pics, all arts are mine
how it feels to drink cold water right after taking a mint
Isolated element of a wip.
10 secs, 300 frames, 1 mb.
Love that transcended prejudice time periods
Taken from Loving: A Photographic History of Men in Love 1850s–1950s
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I tried so fucking hard to make a Peter Parker one...
Btw this is in my math book AND I'm making a Tony Stark one.
(Insert geo for a clever caption here)
quick study i did to understand values a bit better. Here’s Lestat