#ALSO TY FOR THE COMPLIMENT ANON

[boxofoxberry]

hi how do you do those nice orangey glow outlines on ur characters? they look lovely!!

ALR BUCKLE UP AND LISTEN HERE /silly

so on most drawing programs (photoshop, csp, ibis paint etc.) they have built in mechanics to create some sort of outer stroke to a drawing (often just called "stroke (outline)" or something along the sorts but because PROCREATE is STUPID it doesn't have that option so you gotta do it the long and complicated way WHICH IS WHAT ILL TEACH Y'ALL TODAY!!!!

so you wanna start off with your drawing (today we have wolf pearl to help us with this magnificent tutorial) all flattened down into a single layer (i usually duplicate the group the original character drawing is in and flatten the duplicate so i still have the original layers as backup

you'll then want to make another duplicate of the flattened character, alpha lock it and flood it as a solid colour of your choice (it's important to then unlock the layer once it's been flooded or this won't work)

with the flatcolour layer selected, you'll wanna click this button here,

and select these settings! before you select the feather option (but with the colour fill option selected) you'll wanna tap on the character to select that layer

apply your feather however thick you want! i usually go for somewhere between 2-5% to make sure the line isn't toooo thick, it depends on the piece. after you've feathered it you'll wanna close the menu and then open it back up again. this locks in the feather change and after opening the menu again it allows you to make changes with the feather as part of the original layer

now simply tap on the character with the colour fill still selected and it should turn the feather solid :D

this step also applies to if you use any other program that actually gives you the stroke outline option. after that, go to your layers, change the blending mode to "add" and set your opacity down to whatever fits (i usually go for around 30-40%)

[popfizzles]

Quick question!

I never actually found out, what is Mothership? Is it like oc’s, card game, videogame? Im really sorry for asking if it is repetitive or already answered!

It’s just i’ve never heard of it before, and im getting interested the more you post about it!

P.S. beautiful art, your art style is gorgeous!

Mothership is a tabletop roleplaying game!! think like. dungeons and dragons, but not really.

It's all sci-fi horror though :) aliens, ghosts, body horror, existential dread, corporate pressure, etc. etc.

Your stats are Strength, Speed, Intellect, and Combat; you make Sanity, Fear, and Body saves; you track your stress, take wounds, and die easily.

I'm having a lot of fun playing it!!

[definetelynotavampire]

PLS GIVE FYODOR A MONK HAIRCUT PLS PLS PLEASEEEEEHFSJGKSHFJKHFSJKGHSGK (sorry to be overdramatic, also your art is so scrumptious it makes me clinically insane <3)

historically accurate fyodor

I have turned my back against god and now innocent people have to pay the price

Is this the reason why he likes long hair?

[ethosiab]

Are there any other Tango ships you like besides Tangtho? (Slabtek? I don't know which one it is at this point, new here)

Your art looks pretty and I greatly enjoy looking at it.

zedango! + any ships of tango with zits in general to be honest, i love their dynamics lol. im also partial to qpr ranchers :]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I think I remember you mentioning corset tops in some tags, so let me tell you that your fashion sense sounds amazing. I love when people are able to express themselves through clothing, it's always so cool, and your art is impeccable so I feel like that might be a good indicator too lol. love your blog!

AWH ty for lovin my art AND my alleged fashion sense 😏 i dont own a lot of corset tops- just like. Three (tho ngl i would like more) but i do have a. Particular style i suppose (enough of a style that people are semifrequent to compliment it). S’def real fun playin round with clothes and accessories :]

[coffee-in-that-nebula]

I wish I could draw because I wanna draw you :)

I mean if you write or sculpt, I also accept such creations. ✨

[castielsprostate]

Werepires 🙏🏾✨💕😝 You must be thriving

trust me I SO AM!!!!!!! vampires and werewolves have been pit against each other for too long!!!!!!!! they should've been nasty fag dyke tranny fucking each other for DECADES but AT LAST!!!! WE FINALLY GOT TRUE LOVE!!!!!!!!

[amatorysacrivn]

Give us the goth girl.

the people have spoken

introducing lorelei catacombs; the 13th yan love interest!!

[anarchy-and-piglins]

31 days of techno whump - i would gobble that shit up man, i love your writing so much

I technically did whumptober twice before in this fandom but hey, there can never be enough Techno whump amirite!

[cosmobrain00]

Just like Tim doesn’t forgive Jon, I will never forgive you for making those amazing TMA arts that got me into this fucking podcast in the first place (sobbing rn what the FUCK he DIED???) I should’ve known but FUCK)

LITERALLYYYYY dont even talk to me abt his death its been months and im still unfairly fragile over it like anyone could absolutely 100% undeniably see it coming even from space w how many death flags tht man had but CHRIST does it not make it any easier please continue to blame me for this ill make a formal apology vid as well

[hauntedtrait]

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

one time i was at the grocery store and a store associate approached me and complimented my clown tattoo and told me her other job was as a party clown and she was showing me photos and that was just so sweet and wholesome that it lives in my heart, to have my clown be complimented by a clown is the best <3

[fleshweavers]

Two questions piqued my interest in the unusual nsfw ask game:

47. Favorite way of being degraded?

50. Favorite thing to do while being dominated?

Also, love your new profile picture!

:D thank u!!!

47: I guess it depends on context, but in most situations i like being bullied... Having my partner find it funny and adorable that i'm weaker or smaller than them? Being called pathetic? Being forced to do something and made fun of for being turned on?? god. yeah. girls who talk to me like a high school bully and im a dumb faggot who they can humiliate for fun and use to get off >>>>

50: Howwww am i supposed to chose. god. Sucking dick, boot cleaning/shining and getting stepped on. Kneeling or bending over. I love following instructions?? Like I want to be told in slow, clear detail everything that is expected of me so I can listen to it and get so turned on and then do it exactly as described and get even more turned on and desperate and pathetic. Especially if those instructions are to clean and shine boots that will then step on me.

[ohimsummer]

Hiiiiii :3 Part 2 (and more .... heh) of STSG CAT! AU when??? I lovelovelove your writings so muuuchchchhch mwah-mwah :P

IT IS STILL ON MY TO DO LIST DW!!! I have a lot of stuff I wanna work on in between this, the merman! satoru, a lot of rqs and stuff I wanna talk about in my inbox (around uh…40ish things 🫣) and whatever pops up in my head too :3333

[daisy3ds]

I love your art style

aaaaaa tysm!!!!

[redyrmes]

Hello! Amazing job on Chunsik’s design! He looks so cute! I adore the way you do shading, but since Chunsik is supposed to be wearing traditional Asian attire, I believe you’re supposed to wrap Chunsik’s left side over his right side (from our perspective the right side of the clothing piece over the left side of the clothing piece). Putting the character’s right side over their left side often implies the character is deceased, and we just got this adorable lad, so we hope he doesn’t die. Once again, beautiful job on the art! I adore how shaped he is!

oh my goodness i completely overlooked that, thank you for telling me asksjdjskdjej,, ill keep that in mind from now on

[ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat]

ethereal - spencer reid x fem!reader

upon spencer's long-awaited return from a case, reader dresses up just for him and he gives her a new first

genre: smut wc: 1.8k warnings: soft dom!spencer, sub!reader, reader wears lingerie, mentioned masturbation (f), fingering, praise, squirting a/n: this is two anon requests i decided to put into one! --ty @spencerreidsrightsock for helping me brainstorm<3

It’s not like you to be doing so much for a man. You think of it as silly because it is. If a man really likes you, then you shouldn’t need to dress up for him.

But you really like dressing up anyways.

So here you are. In a see-through negligee that covers only your chest and ends at mid thigh. Below the bust line it’s completely sheer fabric, floating out like a princess’ nightgown only with fully visible panties. The colour white–usually symbolizing purity–makes you seem anything but.

You fear it’s appropriate for the occasion.

Because Spencer rarely is away this long. Usually it’s days–no more than five. This time, it’s been ten.

You know, you know, it’s a tough case, a tricky situation. But you’re needy. You haven’t been this long without him since you started dating. Sure, you could take matters into your own hands like most grown women do, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, he does it better. You can picture it, relive it, but it’ll never be the same. It’ll never beat the feeling of his fingers curling inside you. You’ll never be able to replicate that perfect rhythm he seems to find every damn time.

So you’re worse than usual. The moment the text came through that he was coming home in a few short hours, you essentially rushed to his apartment, but not before remembering the lingerie you purchased after a night of drinking with friends. You slipped it on and couldn’t help but admire yourself. Applause was surely in order for your tipsy self.

It’s not strange for you to be in his apartment when he’s not. Sometimes he’ll text, asking you to meet him at home. It typically means that he wants to see you in his bed as soon as possible. Since you came into the picture, he allowed sex to become a form of stress relief with the added bonus of being close to you. Spencer finds solace in giving you all the pleasure you could ever ask for. You assured him time and time again that being used by him was also pleasing, but he still insists on giving you as many orgasms as you can take.

Your lips freshly glossed, you fix your hair intently. When you hear his key enter the lock, your legs move quicker than it’s safe. The carpet in front of his desk makes for a perfect runway.

Your hands become fists on your hips as you attempt a pose to show off the lingerie he’s never had a chance to see.

“Sorry I’m so late, Emily had to talk to us about a case we’re consulting…” and then he sees you, eyes making their way over every dip of your body and every ripple in the fabric, “is that–uh–new?”

Spencer’s Adam's apple bobs around a gulp as your cheeks heat up. “I ordered it a few months ago.”

“Nice.” The word comes out in a higher pitch than usual, making him clear his throat after.

A few short steps bring him close enough to touch. His hands find the chiffon over your hips. The eyes you love–the ones that you find have memorized you several times over–come down to meet yours. “You look… ethereal.”

It’s definitely demeaning how you look up at him. Doe-ish, wide and sparkling like shimmering glitter. The compliments he loves to shower you in never fail to turn you into nothing. You’re unnecessarily sensitive to his praise.

“Really?” you whisper bashfully, lips curled into a grin.

“Really.”

Your arms wrap loosely around his neck as you lift yourself higher, standing on the tips of your toes to transfer some of the pink gloss from your lips to his. “Do you want to go to bed?” you ask gently.

Spencer nods and lays a kiss to the top of your head. “Go ahead, I’ll be right in.”

As if he commanded you to run as fast as you can, you pad into the bedroom, your bare feet bringing you to the soft mattress so you can climb onto it. You sit on your knees, the bed sinking beneath your weight. Only a few moments later, after shedding his coat and his bag, he finds you. His shoes come off before he’s mirroring your position on the mattress and his mouth connects with yours.

A hand tugs on your hair just enough to make you whine while the other reaches under the negligee to rest on the small of your back. His hand is warm, the rough skin of his thumb making passes as his lips part against yours.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, placing you gently on the pillows. Of their own volition, your knees open to give him room to start lavishing your neck with kisses.

“I missed you, too.” Your hand comes to his head, using his curls as leverage to bring him back up for a kiss. Hot and messy, your tongues collide, ragged breaths coming from both of you.

An insistent but reverent grip lands on your inner thigh. Spencer pushes your leg up, allowing you to hook it around his waist. In-between open-mouthed kisses moving swiftly down your chest, he murmurs a gentle, “you’re so, so pretty.”

Again, you’ve never said you’re strong. A moan desperately falls from your lips. You watch carefully as his eyes glide over your white panties or, more specifically, the small bow on the front of them. As they then lift to meet your starry ones, his fingers find the fabric covering your core.

“Is this okay?”

And you nod.

Any other day, he’d be hellbent on making you say it aloud but, for right now, after so long without you, a simple nod will suffice.

He moves the fabric to the side and gathers the surprising amount of wetness on his fingertips only to drag it upwards and start circling your clit. A buck of your hips makes him grin.

“What do you want?” Spencer asks gently, fingers speeding up, effectively rendering you speechless.

“Uh–fingers?”

He nods, letting two digits slip inside your entrance. The tips of his fingers hit your sweet spot on the first curl, making you whine and clench. “Good girl,” he praises while his other hand strokes the outside of your thigh soothingly.

The slight stretch turns into a throbbing sensation that makes your head spin. With every thrust, his palm hits your sensitive clit. You drip into his hand while whines leave your mouth.

His eyes never once leave your red face. He revels in how your lips part in a silent cry. This moment was only just a part of his reverie when he was away, the lonely hotel room being kept tolerable by every memory he’s accumulated of you since you met. Now that you’re wrapped around him outside of some petulant daydream, he can say everything is perfect.

In a fit of absolute need, your hips grind against his hand. His voice comes in a delicate whisper in your ear, “that’s it… you need more?”

A whine and an eager nod brings upon an instantly quicker pace. Driving into your G-spot, he makes sure to keep a consistent pace that makes your legs shake. It’s this pace that makes you embarrassingly close to coming already.

Your thighs clamp around his hand with force. You babble, barely coherent, “Spencer– I–I can’t… can’t–”

But it seems he couldn’t care at all less because he simply shushes you and places a sticky peck to your mouth. “Yes, you can, you’re doing so good.”

Breathing becomes difficult as his thrusts never once falter. The repeated bruising force against your most sensitive and sweetest point is quick to force you into a suspended state of fog and brain-curdling bliss. You’re uncertain on what the reason is as to why you desperately try to stop his motions but you’re glad he doesn’t let you. Because the moment he hits that spot one more time, you’re severely gone.

His lips leave gentle kisses all over your face as he patiently waits for your high to fall. And when it does, he’s right there to kiss you properly, as if communicating his love for you in a way you’ll understand in your haze.

“Do you think you can give me one more?” he mutters in a question, still pressing sickeningly sweet pecks down your neck.

As tired as your body is from only one orgasm, you crave impossibly more from him. So, you sigh, “yeah.”

Your underwear–the unnecessary barrier it is–is pulled down your legs slowly. After it’s been discarded on the floor, Spencer moves to your side, pulling your leg over his lap. He pulls the negligee further up your stomach before returning his hand to its rightful place between your thighs.

The embarrassing amount of wetness is collected by his fingers and spread over you teasingly. How sensitive you are is obvious by the whimpers slipping out of you uncontrolled. So, when his two digits make contact with your swollen clit, you turn your head and moan into his chest.

“Spencer, please,” you whine.

His free hand rubs circles into your waist. “I got you, baby,” he coos, “it’s okay.”

With no resistance, his fingers slip inside you again, your walls accommodating him immediately. This time, you can already tell, you won’t last long at all. Of course, he presses against your G-spot, but now, without any mercy.

Your core clenches with every rough thrust inside you. His shirt makes for something to muffle your cries.

“Fuck, S–Spencer, I’m gonna come again,” you mumble rapidly against him.

“Yeah?”

An eager nod against his chest seems to make him want to delay your impending orgasm. He takes his fingers out of you to toy with your clit instead. Although a minor setback that makes you whimper, his quickly moving hand moves in circles that bring that pleasure back even more intense.

It builds fast in your lower stomach, so fast your eyes roll back and your hips try to get away. But he’s too consistent. Your walls flutter around nothing as your second orgasm of the evening hits you hard. Spencer’s fingers work you through as you contract against them. A stream of fluid gushes out of your center, successfully soaking the sheets. It’s unfamiliar and something you never knew you were capable of.

The gentle circles he makes on your clit after you come dissipate into nothing as he looks down at you.

You mumble, voice laced with exasperation, “I’ve never done that… before.”

He knew, of course, that you’ve yet to do that with him but he is surprised that this time had been the first in your life.

“No?”

“I’m sorry.”

A surprised and honestly affectionate laugh leaves him. “Why?”

“I made a mess.”

“A mess that can be cleaned. Right now, that’s not something you need to think about.”

You look down at the lingerie you put on for him and smile bashfully, “you really like it?”And he does nothing but nod. “I love it.”