#college assignment

“Papa’s home!” The chicks cried.

This was my final assignment for my Design and Color II Class! Glad I finally got to do one with Tenna, lol. For this last assignment, after the regular things of 20 thumbnails three refined lines, we had to find an illustration we liked and use the colors from it in similar ratios to the original. We did two color studies and the class helped pick which one would become final.

The illustration I ended up pulling colors from is this beautiful one by @deltaqi!

Progress (sketches, color studies) under cut:

🐦‍⬛🦜 illustration assignment featuring my and my gf's harpies 🌳🪾 close-ups under cut

This took an hour and twenty one whole minutes but it felt like 4 hours somehow

Sketch

Bald version

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo x Shy!Reader College AU, Fluff Summary: Chris has been painfully obsessed with you, for the longest only problem is you dip everytime he tries to talk to you when he goes to the library to study and your the librarian his luck has turned way around WC-1.3k

Chris Sturniolo had been in your orbit long enough to know two things.

One: He undoubtedly had a fat crush on you

And two: You definitely avoided him on purpose.

He wasn’t mad about it. Not really, but damn it was starting to get a little ridiculous. You weren’t just shy you were like, Olympic-level “get-the-hell-outta- a-five-foot-radius-of-him” evasive.

It started with the way you'd pull your hood up in class when he sat down behind you. Then it was how you’d laugh with your friends in the dining hall until he showed up, then suddenly you had to go home. And God forbid he tried to say hi.

Once he’d picked up your notebook on the quad and you looked at him like he pulled a gun.

And you weren’t a mean girl that was the thing, as much as you'd try to stay off his radar Chris couldn't help but notice things about you.

He knew you were sweet, smart, always raising your hand in class. Always dragging around three books more than needed. He knew you volunteered at the tutoring center, and hospital.

And he knew he wanted to talk to you. Just once without you bolting.

So when Chris walked into the library one Thursday night rain soaked hoodie clinging to him and forced to study for a midterm he hadn't so much as wrote a note for. Looked up and saw you scanning something on the screen behind the main desk instead of the usual gray-haired librarian, he froze.

No escape now.

You looked up eyes meeting his, and froze too like a deer in headlights.

Very.... you

Chris blinked the water out of his lashes and grinned “Hey.”

You swallowed. “Hi…”

Dragging his fingers through his wet hair he was so enjoying this “You gonna kick me out if I drip on the floor a little?” You shook your head, and he leaned on the desk—arms folded, rain still dripping from his sleeves.

“Good, cause I’m looking for the World History section,” he added, sliding closer to the desk like he was approaching a skittish animal. “You think you could help me find it?”

You hesitated, looked around like maybe someone else would magically appear and deal with this for you when no one did you threw your head back, sighed. Then motioned for him to follow you

Chris didn’t hide his smirk. Progress.

You didn’t speak as you led him through the maze of bookcases, and Chris didn’t press. You were fidgeting and every time he got too close, your steps sped up.

“I don’t bite, y’know,” he offered casually. “Unless you’re into that.”

Your head whipped around so fast he almost laughed. The horror on your face was priceless.

“I’m joking,” he grinned, holding up his hands. “Mostly.”

You turned back around without a word, cheeks flaming.

Too much? probably.

Worth it? He sure as fuck hoped so.

When you finally stopped in front of a tall shelf and motioned vaguely, Chris leaned close to scan the titles.

“I need something on ancient civilizations,” he muttered, running a finger along the spines. You nodded but didn’t speak.

He glanced at you, head tilted. “You always this quiet, or is it just me?” Your lips parted, but the words never left “I knew it. I make you nervous.” Chris stepped back, sighing dramatically. “Sometimes i cant help my own char— ”

Your brows furrowed. “No, you don’t,” you said quickly cutting him off.

He arched a brow. “Really?”

“I’m just…” You paused. “Not good with people.” Chris crossed his arms, clearly amused. “Bullshit, you’re literally in like 8 clubs all with 20 or more people.” “That’s different.” you huffed avoiding eye contact again

“How?”

“Because…” You were shrinking under his gaze “None of them are you.”

Chris blinked. “What?” You looked like you wanted to implode. “I mean, not you— like you, just—you talk a lot. And flirt with like everone, And stare—”

“I stare?” he asked, grinning. “Sometimes,” you mumbled, cheeks burning.

Chris chuckled low under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. “Okay fine you stop being such a distraction and i'll stop staring ”

You were internally freaking the fuck out

Distraction?

You?

You were barely even functional around him, let alone distracting.

You shifted your weight, half-turning toward the shelf and tried to change the subject “Here. This one’s good,” you offered, tugging a thick book down and handing it to him like a peace offering.

He took it gently. “Thanks.” You looked like you were gearing up to vanish again, and Chris wasn’t letting that happen this time.

“Hey,” he said, voice softer, “can I ask you something?”

You looked up, wearily

“I’ve been seeing you around for a while now,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I get it you don’t talk much and I probably come off obnoxious”

'little bit' you mouthed

“…but I’m not messing with you and I don’t flirt with everyone. I flirt with you. Because I like you.”

Your breath caught a little.

“I’ve been tryna talk to you for like months,” he said inching into your space, tone softer "and I know you know, so if you want me to fuck off now's the time to let me know " he smirked

You were so painfully aware of how fast your heart was beating and how close he was You fidgeted with the sleeves of your cardigan. “I thought you were just being nice.”

Chris rolled his eyes and dragged a hand down his face “You really think I’d haul my ass to the library in the rain to be nice?” Your lips twitched up into a small smile “You’re here because you need to study.” “Alright,” he shrugged, “but I stayed for you.”

“So,” he went on, slowly, “I was wondering… maybe you’d want to get coffee sometime? Or tea, if you’re one of those people. I don’t judge.”

You nodded

He felt his grin stretch wide “Yeah?”

You bit your lip and glanced at the floor. “Yeah.”

a/n: literally love yall down the support has been crzy send fic request and lmk what i should write for a 1k likes special♥

The vibe I'm going for wasn't so fem, but Rook is eating anyway so I guess this is the direction we're going in now.