#and it was so much fun trying to guess stuff

[lunarcrown]

Odd request here...

Jimpulse art

Plz

Yknow what? Hell yeah!!! Summer cuddle nap time plus BONUS: impulse pulls his claws out to give some truly stellar wing scratches, knocks Jimmy clean out 💤💤💤

Plus bonus mini drabble by @opalwhisker under the cut bc she was inspired by the sprit of jimpulse HAHA

It was a gloriously perfect day outside. Sunny and warm, but not too hot thanks to a nice cool breeze in the air... the perfect day for a nap in the shade, which exactly what Impulse and Jimmy were doing.

Impulse, Tango and Skizz had all planned a fun day filled with activities for when Jimmy was going to visit the Hermitcraft server, but things rarely ever go to plan and Tango and Skizz had to dip away for a moment to take care of a few things, leaving just Impulse to entertain Jimmy.

Impulse obviously knew Jimmy fairly well after all the life series they'd played in together, but he'd still never had much one-on-one interaction with him before, so his initial attempts at conversation were a little stilted and awkward. He liked Jimmy and thought he was pretty cool and fun to be around... and if he was being honest, Impulse might admit he had a bit of a man crush on the handsome blonde man.

Fortunately, despite Impulse's awkward attempts at conversation, they found themselves slipping into comfortable conversation fairly quickly. Jimmy's smiles and giggles directed right at him had Impulse feeling a little funny, almost as if he were a schoolgirl talking to her crush. But how could he not feel like that when someone as handsome as Jimmy was paying attention to him and no one else in that moment? It felt like they were the only two players on the server when Jimmy spoke to him like that.

"Say, Impulse...?" Jimmy started hesitantly, "I know you 'n Skizz 'n Tango planned out this whole day for when I visited but, uh, since we have a moment, d'y'think we could maybe just... lay on a blanket in some shade and take a nap? That last round of Hungry Hermits really wore me out." Jimmy smiled apologetically and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, looking expectantly at Impulse with those beautiful brown eyes.

"Oh, sure! Yeah, of course, Jimmy! That sounds like a great idea! Here, lemme grab a blanket for us..." Impulse reflexively took Jimmy's hand and led him over to the shade of the nearest tree, rummaging through his ender chest before pulling out a large blanket and laying it on the grass. He put away the ender chest and knelt on the blanket, patting the ground next to him to invite Jimmy to lay down, which the avian happily did, flopping back onto the blanket with a relieved sigh.

"Ohhhh yeah, that's the stuff...." Jimmy heaved a big sigh and closed his eyes, leaving Impulse to fidget a bit by himself, unsure if he should lay down next to Jimmy or just stay as he was.

"...Well? Are you gonna lay down or what?" Jimmy cracked one eye open to look at Impulse, "You were gonna take a nap with me, right?"

"Oh!" Impulse felt his face flush at Jimmy's words, "I uh, wasn't sure if that's what you meant, or--"

"'Course its what I meant! Now get your butt over here, its absolutely perfect nap weather." Jimmy smiled so warmly at him, Impulse couldn't refuse his request, sliding down to lay next to Jimmy on the blanket, close but still a respectful distance between them. Jimmy seemed unhappy about this.

"Do I stink or something? I thought we were going to take a nap _together._" Jimmy pouted, "What's a nap without a bit of cuddling?"

"Well, I guess you're right... naps are better when youre cuddling!" Impulse giggled, trying to mask how flustered he felt that Jimmy expressed a desire to cuddle with _him._

"Of course they are, now get over 'ere!" Jimmy motioned Impulse closer, and the demon hybrid scooted closer until Jimmy could nestle into Impulse's side, resting his head on Impulse's shoulder while Impulse wrapped his arm around Jimmy's body, his hand resting in the bright yellow feathers of Jimmy's wings.

Impulse hoped Jimmy wouldn't be able to hear how hard his heart was beating in his chest at their proximity. Jimmy was so close Impulse could smell the scent of his shampoo in his hair and feel Jimmy's breath tickle his collarbone.

"Ohhh yes this is nice~" Jimmy sighed, practically melting in Impulse's arms, "I always wondered if cuddling with you felt as good as it looks and now I can say that it's even better~"

Impulse was too stunned at the compliment to respond, his cheeks flushing even hotter at the compliment. He was sure Jimmy had to be hearing his heart pounding against his ribcage at this point and must just be teasing him to hear it flutter some more.

"The only thing that could make this better is... y'know, if you wanted to, maybe run your fingers through my feathers? It always feels so nice and relaxing when someone does that...." Jimmy peeked up at Impulse with those cute brown eyes and there was no way Impulse could resist.

"If--" Impulse cleared his throat when the first word came out more high pitched with nerves than he'd wanted it to, "If you want, yeah I-- I can do that..."

The effect was almost instant as soon as Impulse began to card his fingers through Jimmy's soft, golden feathers. The avian hybrid shivered and sighed, melting against Impulse even more, closing his eyes and seeming lost in the calming sensation. His breathing slowed and for a moment Impulse thought he'd fallen asleep and stopped running his fingers through Jimmy's feathers, eliciting a breathless, pleading whine from Jimmy that gave Impulse pleasant goosebumps.

"Noooo please don't stop.... it felt so nice...." Jimmy pouted. "I haven't had someone run their fingers through my feathers like this since the last time Tango did it... oh his claws felt so nice running through them..." Jimmy sighed, lost in his reminiscing for a moment before remembering who he was cuddling with, "Oh! I mean. You're doing a great job too, Impulse! Tango's just got those claws that run through my feathers differently..."

"I mean... if you like it, I could use my claw for you, too." Impulse offered shyly, trying not to blush. What was he doing? He liked Jimmy, but he wasn't close enough with him to know how he might feel about Impulse relaxing more of his glamor around him. Normally Impulse wouldn't even consider something like that until he was more confident that whoever it was wouldn't get scared of him afterwards. There was just something about Jimmy... Impulse wanted to do everything he could to make him happy.

"You... have claws?" Jimmy glanced between Impulse's face and free hand with a bit of confusion, "I didnt know you had claws, Impulse."

"O-oh, um, yeah... usually i keep them hidden with magic, I've found that people are less scared when I hide them.... _Anyways-_" Impulse cut Jimmy off just as he was opening his mouth to respond to Impulse's comment, "I can undo the magic that keeps them hidden if you want..." Jimmy frowned for a moment, noticing Impulse's evasion of the topic, but choosing not to press further.

"If that's okay with you.... yes, please that sounds so nice!" Jimmy smiled so cutely at him Impulse felt his heart jump into his throat for a moment.

"Okay then, then, just close your eyes and I'll-"

"Actually... could I... see? Your claws I mean. If its okay with you!" Jimmy nibbled his lower lip a bit anxiously, "I promise I won't be scared or anything!" He hastily reassured Impulse.

"Well..." Impulse hesitated for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should let Jimmy see, but the avian puppy dog eyes won him over in the end. "Sure, if you want to see, that's fine."

Impulse smiled and Jimmy beamed back at him, his face alight with excitement as he cuddled even closer, resting his head against Impulse's chest and twining their legs together.

Impulse lifted his hand up for Jimmy to see as he slowly undid the glamor that hid his claws, the illusion melting away to reveal his claws and scaled hand, the tough, scaly skin running up his entire forearm.

_"Oh. My. Gosh!!"_ Jimmy squealed, "That is so cool!! Impulse, your claws are so pretty!"

Impulse could feel himself blushing ten times hotter at Jimmy's compliments, his heart racing again at the genuine expression of appreciation and Jimmy's proximity. Evn Impulse couldn't keep his tail from instinctively curling around their legs possessively, his tail tip flicking back and forth in a pleased motion as Jimmy grabbed Impulse's hand to examine his claws and scales up close.

With this perfect weather, cuddled up to someone who makes his heart flutter and is actually admiring a part of himself Impulse usually hid from the world... it was completely perfect. Impulse wished they could stay like that forever in the comfort of each other, but knowing that it wouldn't be forever only made that intimate moment something he savored even more in the moment.

[dailypj]

(Assuming that you’ve already put some thought into characterizing PJ, tho feel free to ignore this if not! I’m just trying to scope out how to potentially write PaperJam’s character into a fic, since him being sort of a skeptic could mean that he wins the idgaf war too well and has no impact on the central plot yknow)

Do you have ideas for any fun internal conflicts or character arcs for PJ? If there’s a multiverse-threatening conflict unfolding, what would PJ be doing about it, if anything? What mcguffins or circumstances could be triggered that would quickly pique PJ’s interest enough to get involved?

As always my first piece of advice for writing anything pj is to go through the resources provided by his creator, @7goodangel (@-ing in case you wanna put in ur 2 cents, he is ur guy)

Here are the links for:

Pj’s bio

Pj info tag

Pj faq page (bit of a shortcut for the info tag since it holds answers to a lot of previously asked questions, tho not all of them)

now for an actual answer, there's a long ramble under the cut, enjoy

first thing that ik for sure is canon, pj would step in if it's necessary to protect his family (I believe it was a comment somewhere by 7 that stated that pj would go as far as suffocating someone for threatening his kid's life)

if the multiverse being in danger has the capacity to hurt his loved ones I'm sure he'd do something about it, but I think the lengths he's willing to go will vary depending on what/who is causing it and which other characters are joining the fight

Ink for example is definitely an interesting ally considering their past. a conflict between them is pretty much inevitable, especially if you take from canon and had them separated years prior

Now if pj’s loved ones aren't present here, that’s where my guesses on how she’d act get fuzzy. In the past, pj took it upon herself to judge whether certain aus should stay alive or be erased. She believed that what error did was wrong not because it was a massacre of innocents, but because he did it too indiscriminately

(I’d say it was pretty easy to gain a dehumanizing view of others when the 2 biggest influences she had referred to the masses as just fictional characters or anomalies…)

Now, she does indeed spare aus she deems acceptable, but I’m not sure how much she’s willing to risk for them. Cuz like, part of her self-given job is motivated by the want to prove she isn’t a mistake to the man who wants every universe to die

Basically she’s got some pretty dark grey morals and it’s fun to deconstruct them (or make them worse if you wanna go the antagonist pj route, equally fun imo)

now a more headcanon-y idea (aka the trait I tend to exaggerate in nearly every pj varient I've made thus far for angst purposes) is leaning into the whole "I have to be useful to be worthy of anyone's care" thing, and just strongly wanting to disprove bad assumptions/expectations about herself (especially the mistake thing) which couldd lead to her going down a phase of believing she should follow in ink's protector footsteps to try and become more of a priority in his eyes (with the added bonus of keeping fears other characters may have about her "becoming like error" at bay)

does it work? idk but maybe if she just obsesses over it even more the identity crisis will be worth it Slash J

so ya that's my 2 cents on a potential conflict based on canon stuff, absolutely feel free to go ham on whatever direction you feel like taking pj I'm just a big advocate for "learn the rules before you break them" 👍✨

[naomissecret]

fuckgirl!reader gets revenge against loser!matt

you wanted matt, a lot, but sometimes it’s frustrating when matt remembers he has some sort of power over you because of that, and lately he’s been teasing you a fucking lot.

the last couple of days he’s found amusing to tease you and annoy you whenever you guys had a reunion with the group, playing smash bros? matt would proposed sit by side you and every time he would win he’ll murmur “you see? I’m good at using my hands” and play with the controller bottoms thumbing them with a stupid smirk on his face, everyone cooking something? he would try to slip his hands under your arms with the excuse of ‘I’m just trying to grab something’ and grab your waist to move you around like some kind of doll, it was annoying, he knew what he was doing.

but today you were gonna make him pay for it.

matt has been doing some kind of video recording for his skater friends, help them record the sessions and all that stuff, he offered you to go with him supposedly cause “They skated better with some female presence for the video” yeah, uh huh, of course

today you were gonna play dirty, just like he’s been doing these days, if there’s something matt hated (or loved) was when you wear blouses that would show your boobs, he swear if you weren’t the way you are he could stare at them all day, and you’ve catch him staring at them sometimes so you knew somehow that was his debility. your boobs.

after a couple of hours of recording you guys leaved, hop into the car and started to make you guys way to your house, it was time to make your plan happen, you took off your hoodie revealing your bodysuit that showed pretty much of your scoop neckline, your boobs sitting nicely and quickly getting a reaction from matt

all the way home he would steal glances at your neckline and sometimes stuttering, drumming on the steer wheel trying so hard to keep his nonchalance, but these whole ‘boob trap’ was just a little part of what you had planned

when you guys arrived finally arrived to your house it was when the fun started

“So…um guess I’ll see you tuesday uh… dylan says he got a new game for the xbox and we all want to play it so…yeah” matt said with his gaze flickering between your eyes and boobs “maybe we can hang tomorrow, just you and me, we can smoke a bit” you say softly teasing, with a tiny grin, “fuck no, you’re crazy, last time we ‘just smoked’ you wouldn’t stop looking at me like if I was some sort of sex toy” he chuckled and shifted on his seat trying not to keep staring at your boobs

you shifted in the seat to get closer and cup his face, his face with that usual annoyed and nonchalant expression, like if your touch were nothing to him, but he didn’t pull away, you gently caressed his cheek on the growing stubble as he looked at you

“yeah? just like you’re looking at me right now?” that shut him up, he thought he was being discreet

“what? can’t speak now?” you mutter with a scoff and a smirk

“shut up”

“make me”

he hesitated, he really didn’t wanted to but he can’t hold it anymore, all these months of frustration, all these months that he’s been holding back, all these months of nonchalance, it’s all build up on him

“you’re such puss-“ he didn’t even let you finish the sentence before he crashed his lips against yours kissing you roughly and desperately

finally, time to get revenge from his teasing of these days, you quickly followed the kiss with more intensity as he gripped your waist and you slide your hand to the back of his neck, between kisses you make sure to slightly bite his bottom lip with enough pressure to what you had on mind

you knew matt had a very sensitive skin, a little punch from nick? in 10 minutes the bruise was visible, a little pinch? his skin was already picking that red tone, you knew an intense kiss would leave evidence.

after some more kisses, tongue and soft bites he pulled away with heavy breath and dizzy eyes as he looked at you

“I’m not a pussy, don’t call me that again” he mumbled trying to prove that it’s not that he was a pussy, he just didn’t wanted to do anything with you “yeah… you pretty much are not… I guess” you spoked softly and let go the back of his neck “I’ll see you tuesday, bye” you say flirty and pressing a small kiss on his cheek as he feigned discomfort

“bye…” he murmured as he watched you get down from the car and get inside your house

he made his way home, very oblivious of what he looked like and what was waiting for him at home

matt arrived to his house, got his camera and backpack to get inside and quickly getting greeted by nick and chris who were watching a movie “MATT! how did you session went-… what the fuck happened to your lips?” said chris surprised when he saw matt’s lips that were slightly swollen and red but enough to get noticed

“what? what are you talking about?” asked matt confused “my lips are fine” he said as he touched his lips not finding anything weird

“yes! your lips are like swollen, like you just got some kind of allergic reaction” chris claimed with a surprised expression while nick make his realization of what was going on as he tried not to laugh “chris, chris, that’s not an allergic reaction” said nick while giggling “then what is it?” asked chris confused by nick’s reaction “matt you go out with y/n, right?” said nick between laughs “yeah…w-why? why you laughing? the fuck is going on?” answered matt annoyed and confused, clearly oblivious of his situation

“oh my god you guys kissed! I can’t believe it! and you said you were never ever in your life will do it! OH MY GOD!” said nick in a very mocking laugh as chris got into realization and bursted in laughs too

matt quickly got blush and locked himself in his room, he pulled out his phone to check, and his lips were indeed slightly swollen and red, he swear to god you did it on purpose, yeah he did been teasing you lately but it wasn’t that much for you to be this evil and boob trap him to make him kiss you, and the worst was leaving evidence that now his brothers could see, and he already knew they would never shut up about it

it was very good revenge, you got all in one, a kiss from matt and you humbled him reminding him who held more power.

♱note: ma ladies we got a kiss! finally, i thought abt this and i thought it was funny hehe, hope u guys liked it OH and… WE HAVE A LOSER MATT BOT! you can find it here or on my masterlist <3 I’ll be working on more posts this weekend

🏷️: @izzylovesmatt @fadedstvrn @sturnvdds @sorrybirds @viviansturns @sophand4n4 @whore4chris @matthewbernardswife @adorematt

[d-lanx]

Ok here's a little thing i thought would fun for any artists to show off their progress at learning art (plus I'm nosey🤭).

Show off the oldest drawings you did (or the oldest that you can still find), the first things you were confident enough to upload online, and your most recent drawings and talk about them and show off how much you've progressed :)

Probably gonna end up missing some people, but I'm tagging a bunch of cool artists I follow/am mutuals with and am nosey to see how they started out, but no pressure :)

@fantasticalleigh, @thlayli-ra, @heelhausen, @stupidmarkzone, @2ndcitynightmare, @punk-o-ween, @normallypassingby, @tvheit, @seasonal-depression-of-punk

And if you wanna have a look at my old stuff, I've got it below =)

Oldest Drawings I Can Find

Of course, the first is an OC. Never did anything with her tho. Notice the lack of forehead and elbows, the arms that barely reach the hips, how indishtinguishable each part of the body is from one another. They're a perfectly smooth pole. and of course those wings. This is the first thing in my first proper sketchbook when I decided I was gonna start taking art more seriously. This would have been when i started secondary in 2014 at 11 years old. And I can't find anything from before that, since I never kept anything in a proper book/folder.

Second image is another of the first drawings in the book. It was my first closeup of a face, and also my first time drawing anime. I know I'm not the only artist who was desperate to learn to draw an anime-style as a kid. I remember doing this while on holiday, trying to follow an online tutorial, taking about 4 hours to get the outcome I did, and getting so frustrated that I couldn't get it to look right, that I was almost brought to tears. I'm pretty sure this was one of those "I'm never drawing again! >:(" moments, lol. Looking back, it was a pretty good first attempt. But I guess I was always a bit of a perfectionist, lol. Funnily enough, while I carried the anime eyes forward in my art style for years, to this day, I still can't draw a proper full anime style character.

First Drawings I Uploaded Online

I put these on insta to show my mates from school. The first picture was an attempt at a close up face with the new brush markers i'd got for christmas. This was 2017 just before i turned 14. Pretty sure I copied the design from an art tutorial book, that was supposed to be hyper-realistic (another christmas present). But I just couldn't bring that to life so just did what I could. Also, first time I used a signature. My signature's very different nowadays cos it's based on my tumblr username and not me actual name. But yeah. I was tryna get more professional I guess.

Second pic is the first full body piece I uploaded a few days later. Again, used the drawing books trying to learn how to draw flowy clothes. Think it was a book about drawing anime clothes that I used for this (another christmas present). By this point, each body part could move seperately and had joints. Also note the anime eyes, cos my simpler-but-still-anime-inspired eyes were something I stuck with a long ass time. This was the style I drew most often, and could usually do without having references (but obviously for this drawing specifically, I had the reference for the clothes). Had a lot of trouble with perspective, so all my characters faced forward, and later they would always face a 3/4 angle. And they could never lean or reach forwards cos I just couldn't get that to look right.

Most Recent Pieces

The most most recent is on the left, being my most recent closeup of a face. Still has a cartoonish edge with the lineart but much more realistic. And I'm fucking with this semi-realistic look atm. Tbh I dunno if i'd have the patience for the tiny details in hyperrealism. Also, fun story, in 2021 when I was doing my a-levels, I did an art piece that we were free to do in any style we wanted, and my teacher saw mine and was like “I wish you’d done it as realism instead of a cartoon style :(“ but it was actually my best attempt at realism and she hadn’t even realised. So I dunno, maybe I’m not cut out for realism 😂😂 I like my style rn tho so who cares

Then I got my most recent drawing of a (almost) full body. I got joints and decent hands and proportions and more body details.

Also this last year is the first time I've really got into digital. I always used to just do pen and paper. I even got a cheap drawing tablet, but couldn't get used to drawing on one surface and the image being up on a seperate screen. So I could never get the lines right. I did draw on my old ipad for a while which was easier, but the stylus was one of those with the thick rubber ball on the end, rather than a fine nib. Again, I had trouble cos I couldn't tell where it would register the contact with the screen and draw the line, which made it hard to do details. I got a new ipad a little while back that supports apple pencil, so I got one for it. And it's so much easier now that I've got a fine nib and can see where I'm drawing. I'm in love with drawing digital atm.

But yeah. That's how i've drawn over the years. Mental to see how much my style has changed and improved :) makes me feel better when I get frustrated with a drawnig and think I'm shit. Cos I know I'm getting better with each new drawing, even if it's only baby steps.

First: Now:

[neilsbeloved]

underneath the covers

summary: freshman year of college has you going insane. good thing clark has a knack for knowing exactly when to sweep you off your feet, way before any unwanted crashouts happen.

pairing: clark kent x fem!reader (same universe as the alchemy and so high school)

warnings: fluff then pure smut / established college relationship / penetration (f) / teasing / public stuff?? idk u do it with another person in the room / clark being a sweet (and horny) bf / dirty talk / foreplay / alludes to cockwarming

a/n: i’m bad at tagging warnings so forgive me if i missed anything else

A choir of relieved sighs—including yours—echoed throughout the auditorium-styled classroom.

You had already packed your stuff five minutes before the bell rang and so you literally dashed out of the classroom as soon as you could. You don't think you could spend another second in that wretched classroom without going insane.

You already spent an all-nighter last night trying to finish your research. Earlier this morning, you slept in. If it weren't for Chloe waking you up with a cup of coffee, you would have definitely slept through the day.

Walking through the halls of the building with a frown on your face until you reach the entrance door. Your phone rings the moment you stepped out. The ringing sound making you cringe as you put it close to your ear.

"Hello?"

Instantly, a voice you've been waiting for comes through. "Hey baby."

"Clark." You melt into the phone, sighing relievedly as you sit on the steps, running your hand through your hair. "I missed you."

"I missed you even more, sweetheart. How was your day?" Clark's tone softens even more, his voice bordering a mother's cooing.

You don't respond to him, simply shaking your head side-to-side as if Clark could see you do that. You're on the brink of going into a mental breakdown when you hear Clark speaking again. Only this time, not through the phone.

"I'm guessing it wasn't good, huh?"

An overly joyed yelp leaves your mouth as you lunge yourself at him. Clark's strong arms wrapping around your body as you nuzzle yourself close to him. Your eyes close, letting his scent infiltrate your senses as you forget about the world for a second.

"You couldn't even imagine," you groan, placing your hand on his chest.

"Good thing I have something planned for us," Clark smiles, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head before you pull your head away from his shoulder. "I'll take you back to your dorm, okay? I have DVDs in the truck, take-out, weighted blankets—everything. It'll be fun."

You look at him confusedly, "Sounds like the perfect night-in, Clark, don't you have classes tomorrow?"

"Well…" he trails off, glancing at your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. "I may have a free day tomorrow."

"You're kidding."

"And, I asked Chloe for your schedule—looks like I'm not the only one with a free day tomorrow," Clark's tone held a tinge of teasing to it. His hand pinching the naked skin of your hip affectionately. "So, what d'you say? You up for a movie night with take-out?"

"That's like asking me to marry you, Clark," you pause, narrowing your eyes. "Of course, I would!"

Clark grins, pulling you in for a sweet and longing kiss in front of all the students walking in and out of the building.

Clark's own definition of a movie night and take-out date is simply you and him, underneath the weighted blankets, eating chow mein while your favorite comedy movie plays in your laptop.

You had pretty much the same definition as well, the only difference is that Chloe's in your definition.

"I can't believe you invited Chloe," Clark says, snaking his arms around your stomach, resting them on your belly button while you leaned back comfortably on his chest. "Wasn't she busy interning?" He takes a glance at Chloe at the other bed—focused on the movie, busy eating a dumpling.

You crane your neck to look at him, meeting his eyes despite the lack of light in the room. "Clark, Chloe was the only reason I got up on time today. It's the least I could do after practically zombie-ing around the dorm.

Clark sighs, rolling his eyes as he went back to watching the movie.

You shifted quietly in your position, scooting up just a little bit so you could rest your head on his shoulder, the rest of your body nestled in between his legs. Clark clenches his jaw, moving his hands to rest on top of yours.

"You sure she doesn't have things to attend to?" Clark asks, still keeping his voice low as to not disturb a focused Chloe.

"Clark, I'm sure. She wouldn't agree to this if she had things to do, obviously," you reply back sassily, voice just as quiet.

Clark inhales sharply, thinking of a way he can continue his original plan now that there's one more extra character. A light bulb pops in his head, prompting him to lean down to your ear, his nose bumping with the shell of your ear.

Clark only notices now how engrossed you've gotten with the movie when you don't even move. The subtle crease in your forehead giving it away.

He removes one hand from yours, trailing it just an inch lower from your belly button before he begins to rub soft circles on the flesh. Clark kept his eyes glued on the wall, eyebrow arching ever so slightly the moment he felt your stomach tense.

"I've already asked Chloe if we could spend the night, though," Clark whispers in your ear. His neck stretched in a way that he can still watch the movie while keeping himself close to the open space by your neck.

You spare him a glance, a quick one that barely even lasted a second. "Clark, watch the movie."

Clark clenches his jaw, this time because of the way your body rubs on his lower region. Again. Like you didn't even notice his hand tightening its hold on yours, or the way blood starts rushing into his cock the more you keep the warmth of your back on it, completely unaware.

He inhales, licking his lips before pressing it softly on the side of your neck. "Fine."

You thought that'd be the end of it, that Clark would finally let the subject go and actually watch the movie with you. However, you quickly realized that he had other plans the moment you feel his free hand play with the garters of your pajama.

You swallow on nothing—clenching on nothing, trying to keep your breathing calm and steady as you did your best to focus on the movie.

"Clark, what're you doing?" You try to move your hands but the hold Clark had on it kept you from doing so. His other hand—the one by your pajamas—slipped underneath the fabric.

His eyebrows shoot up in sheer surprise when his hand is met with the soft skin of your pussy, bare and naked, seemingly waiting for him all this time.

"You're not wearing panties," Clark says, not as a question, but as an observation. The amusement evident in his tone as he keeps himself from chuckling loud enough for other ears to hear. "You planned this, didn't you?"

You ignore him, doing your best to focus on the movie despite his hand descending lower and lower.

He swipes a finger through your slit, smiling contentedly as the answer to his prior question comes in the form of your wetness. His eyes focus on the way your features twitched with the subtlest of movements, how your breathing slowly changes into labored breaths, and how your heart starts thumping even louder.

Clark pulls his hand out of your pants carefully, watching the way your shoulders relax as he did so. You keep yourself calm, still trying your best to wriggle out of his one-hand grip that's restricting you from using your hands.

"Can't believe you told me to focus on the movie when you didn't even bother wearing panties…" his voice drops, the deeper timbre of his voice has you squirming in place. "Are you giving me mixed signals or what?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say through gritted teeth. Never moving your eyes away from the projector.

Clark chuckles softly, licking the shell of your ear before he moves his hand underneath your pants. He wastes no time searching for your clit, rubbing soft circles on it the moment he does. "I think you do, baby."

You melt into his touch involuntarily. The pleasure he's giving you with just two fingers on your clit was enough to have you mewling like a cat in heat.

He lifts his fingers from your clit, sliding them down your slit once more to gather the wetness seeping from your hole. He moves back up, slathering it on your clit messily, this time rubbing figure 8s.

"Looks like you really got some stress in you, sweetheart," Clark says, picking up the pace while you drop your head weakly, his legs moving to rest on top of yours, keeping you wide and open for him. You look up at him, locking into his eyes when he smirks at you. "Let's take some of it off of your shoulders, yeah?"

The coil in your stomach tightens, lips falling open as quiet moans left your lips. Quiet enough that Clark only heard it through his superhuman hearing.

You turn your head to Chloe’s direction, watching her watch the movie in utter silence. Completely unaware of the absolute filth going on between two of her best friends.

Your eyes squeeze shut when you feel yourself release all of a sudden. The pleasure coming onto you in one strong wave, not even a warning before it snaps. Clark helps you ride it out as he slows down, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while leaving kisses on your neck.

Clark smiles proudly. Gathering your release from your hole before slipping his hand out of your pajamas and into his mouth. Your eyes round as you watch him suck it hard and hungrily, as if making sure to remember the taste of your sweet release until he gets his next fill.

"You're welcome," Clark whispers, releasing your hands from his grip.

Just as you opened your mouth to respond, Chloe lets out a loud groan, her bed creaking loudly. Both you and Clark turns your heads to the projector, noticing how the movie had gone static.

"Sorry guys, give me a sec, I'll fix it." Chloe, who had suggested the idea of a projector, felt burdened to fix the situation.

The exact second Chloe turns her back to the two of you, Clark's pulling you up, strong hands lifting you like you were nothing. You shake your head continuously at him, eyes widen and clearly nervous. Clark simply grins at you, contradicting your head shakes with a nod.

"It'll be fun." Was the only thing he says before he quickly moves up your bed. Once more reminding you of his superhuman speed as he has you on top of his hips, cock resting on your cunt, blanket covering both of you—all in record time.

Chloe turns around with a smile, one that says she successfully fixed the projector. You two return the gesture, though for very different reasons.

When the movie began again, picking up from where it left off, Clark's back to having his way with you.

"I already gave you one release, baby. This next one, you're gonna have to cooperate with me—so tell me, what do you want me to do?" Clark's heavy cock twitches in between your pussy lips, aching to be inside of you.

You sigh, the arousal clouding your brain. "Whatever you want, Clark, just…" he lifts his cock before letting it fall back down. The sound of it colliding with your cunt easily drowned out by the movie. You bite your lips, continuing, "Just make me fucking come, please."

A liquid substance then drips on top of your cunt, sliding down onto his length as it left a cooling sensation everywhere. You look to Clark with a question, while he only smiles at you reassuringly.

"I may have snatched a few things from your drawer."

Then, you feel his cock push into you. The liquid he poured a moment ago letting him slip through your walls with ease.

You gasp, hand slapping on your mouth to stop the sound from going into unwanted ears.

"Clark," you struggle to get out. "You're… It's so big."

Clark chuckles, shushing you with a kiss. "I know I am, baby. But you can take it, right?"

"Yes." You say breathlessly.

"Good girl," he thrusts up carefully, hearing your soft moans from underneath the hand on your mouth. "Because this is the only thing you're gonna get from me tonight. After all, it was you that wanted to invite Chloe, right?"

When you nod, head dizzy with his cock inside of you, with his fingers continuing their attacks on your clit, Clark already knows he's gotten you exactly where he wants you⎯underneath the covers.

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! xoxo

[every1swifey]

──★ ˙ REQUEST !! ࣪ 「 SBG MAIN SIX X FEMALE!READER!WITH MANY SIBLINGS」

GERNE: Headcanons + drabble, request

WARNINGS: English is not my first language (don't underestimate my writing though!), I don't have any siblings, female reader though pronounce are not mentioned (I think), not prof read

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a13xandri4 asked:

Heyyy! I saw your reqs open for my beloved Main Six and I had an idea!

Alrighty, so I was thinking the Main Six x Fem!reader who has a ridiculous amount of siblings, like 6 or 7 younger siblings (10 yrs old and under) who she's constantly trying to manage on top of all the Phantom stuff since her parents are at work to make sure everyone stays afloat?? (This can be in whatever format you're comfortable with!)

Please do take your time getting to this, and make sure you take all the breaks you need, make sure you're staying hydrated, and treat yourself to a yummy yummy snack afterwards or even during your writing!!

XOXO, Sashaaa<33

HII, thank you so much for the request and the nice message!! I'll try my best to deliver ;)

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─ Introduction:

You have a lot of siblings, younger ones. Not a lot as in two or three but as in seven. When the first found out they weren't really that surprised I mean, you always arrived late and left early, you're always busy or tired... or both. They didn't really think much about it at first. They were tired and busy all the time too, you know, because of the whole phantom dimension thing. They only later realised that you in fact have to deal with the phantom dimension AND your siblings too. So, they decided to help you out, each one in their own way.

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AIDEN CLARK:

He'd have lots of fun since he grew up as an only child and it would be a nice switch up

Treats babysitting as mission

" Now this is a new level of crazy. " Aiden says as he tries to help you make your siblings stop having a water balloon fight inside.

You look over at him, exhausted, " I told you. "

Aiden turns to you, rolling up his sleeves as he shrugs, " Eh whatever I signed up for this so. "

He grabs you gently by your shoulders and guides you away.

" What are you- "

" You told me ' to come and take care of the siblings ', that includes you. "

" Huh?! Nononono, I didn't mean it like that! "

" Too late. "

Before you can protest, he cuts you of, " Listen, you NEED a break. It doesn't matter what you want or didn't mean you need a break. "

You eventually fell asleep on the couch

While Aiden took care of your siblings in his own way

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BEN CLARK

He'd always come over to help you out

I mean we all know he's good with children

At first it was confusing for your siblings to only be able to communicate with him through his textbook but after a while they got used to it.

The games Ben initiates are quiet ones which is great since you know can hear your own thoughts again.

Your siblings seem to have lots of fun too.

" Thank you so much for coming again. " You smile tiredly.

[" Of course, anytime :) "]

Bens quiet nature somehow transmittes to your siblings making them calmer and pay more attention.

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LOGAN FIELDS

He would be overwhelmed at first

But neither less tries to help you as much as he can

" Are you okay? " He asks concerned as you lock the door of your room.

You slowly turn your head towards him giving him the ' do I look like I'm okay? ' look.

" Uh, never mind that was stupid to ask. Is there some way I can help you? "

" I don't think anyone can stop them. " You shake your head rubbing your eyes.

" I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about you. "

It's quiet for a second and you just shrug.

" We can stay in here for a while and take care of the rest later. " Logan suggests, pushing up his glasses.

" I guess. " You sigh out as you lay down your bed.

You stay in your room for two hours or so

You just lay down saying nothing

While he is telling you about his theories or whatever

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TYLER HERNANDES

You both relate to each other a lot, so you also help each other out here and there

This time it's his turn

" I think you need some help. " Tyler’s voice rang out from behind you.

You look up, hair frizzing out in all directions, " You think? "

Tyler looks around at the chaos. Kids running, toys flying, spilled snacks everywhere. He raised an eyebrow. " This is like a warzone. How are you even standing right now? "

" Pure willpower and a mountain of coffee, " You say with a weak smile.

He doesn't hesitate, steps forward and kneels beside you. “Alright, here’s what we do: You take a break. I’ll take over the whole thing.”

" Ty... are you sure? You don’t even like kids. "

" It's fine, don't question it, just let me do my thing. " He shrugs as he stands back up making his way towards your siblings.

He might not have any patience but he's trying for your sake

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TAYLOR HERNANDES

You two wanted to meet up but you told her you can't because of your siblings

So she suggested to help you out

The door opens and closes, announcing Taylor's arrival.

It's quiet for a second before your siblings start asking questions like: ' What she's doing here ' yadda yadda.

" I'm going to introduce you to your new best friend. " She tells them.

" Who? "

" Me, " she says with a wink, " And I'm going to give you something real yummy after we clean up. " Your siblings watch with curious eyes.

" Do you like Ice cream? " She asks smiling.

" Yes! "

" Great! So let's clean up quick so it doesn't melt yeah? "

" YEEAAHH!! "

They clean up and after they finished, they got their ice cream under the condition they keep quiet. And they do.

" Wow. " You breath smiling.

" No, you are wow. How'd you manage to do this every single day? Alone too! "

" I don't know. Someone has to, I guess. " You shrug.

" I hope you know you don't have to do this alone. I can come over more often if you want? " She turns to you putting her hand on your shoulder.

" I don't know if I want to do this to you. " You joke.

In the end you agree to her suggestion

She comes by every few days

Somehow never running out of patience

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ASHLYN BANNER

Is good with kids but not like Taylor is

More in the manipulating them into doing what she wants them to do

" You live with this everyday? How do you don't... die? "

" I have no time to die, Ash. " You respond as you get your baby brother off the ceiling fan.

" Do you have a whistle? " She blurts.

" You're not planning to give them a whistle, are you? " You give her one, she just shakes her head and walks to the centre of your living room.

She blows the whistle. Quiet.

" Who wants to play a game? " She asks still in her monotone voice but louder.

" ME! "

" It's called: The Military game. And in the military, there's always a commander. I am going to be the commander, and you are my soldiers. Which means you do what I command. Got it? "

" Ma'am yes ma'am! "

You just watch her blow the whistle here and there and just telling them what to do so easily.

After a while she told them to run 10 times around the house for ten times which they do, and she gets them to nap in only a few minutes too.

" How come you didn't come up with this before? " She smiles giving you the whistle back.

" It's so simple I never thought it would work. " You whisper huffing.

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OOF. I don't know how to feel about this... I didn't turn out like I originally wanted it to be though at the same time I had no idea what I wanted and I also kind of got sloppy mid writing so yeah. I really hope this is what you wanted though or something similar sorry if it's not!! @a13xandri4

[monayen]

thank you for answering my question btwww :3 can i ask for a ftm reader who really likes to aggrivate Nyen for fun? he would steal his kills, borrowed romance mangas, cigarettes, favorite shirt, etc. maybe insult or even tease him occasionally ^^

but he doesn't often think about the consequences of his actions as he is slick enough to escape Nyen until he actually got caught by him.

i'd prefer if the reader was Luthers/Randals pet

also can i be known as shed anon?

Kurt Cobain didn't kill himself | Nyen

➷ paring - Nyen x FTM!Reader [randal's Friends / ranfren]

➷ cws - reader is a trans male, teasing, choking / breathplay, insults / aggression, slightest talks about killing and stuff... average nyen things

a/n - nyen might seem a little OOC here, considering he talks more than i actually think he would if this was real. but those are the liberties you take when you're writing for a character whose spoken like 100 words in canon. either way, a little cringe but i had fun :-) thank u shed anon !

It was incredibly easy to get under Nyen’s skin.

You knew it wasn’t exactly smart, but maybe that’s why you did it. You liked the way he looked at you when you pushed his buttons — tight-jawed, eyes dark, trying so hard to pretend he wasn’t bothered.

You made it a habit to keep stealing his last cigarette, to keep “borrowing” a manga or two without asking, to keep appearing and snatching the final blow to whatever poor pest decided to show up in the Ivory house. 

Nyen knew that Randal spoiled you enough for you to think there weren't any real consequences. That’s why the little weirdo loved you, you were eccentric in your own right, playful and teasing like you were the funniest thing in the world. 

Having that cocky sort of immunity that came from knowing that no one wanted to deal with Randal’s bitching if they reprimanded you. Even Luther didn't have that much of a spine when it came to you. 

It all drove Nyen to his absolute limit.

-

The CD player in the catmen’s room had been playing for fifteen minutes. The house was mostly empty, save for Nana somewhere in the walls, or the skeleton in the kitchen cabinet. You stayed home too, lounging around in your own room, and thankfully occupied for the meanwhile. It was at least as quiet as it can be without most of its residents. 

It should’ve been a relaxing evening. And it was for those fifteen minutes — Nyen had already gotten comfortable in a chair, a cigarette hanging from his lip as he listened to music. 

But of course, you had to ruin it. 

You had stepped inside the room without knocking, an already familiar smile on your face as you darted your eyes to the sitting Nyen and then onto the CD player. 

“I guessed it was you playing this loud ass music, I can hear it from my room.”

Nyen seemed to ignore you, taking another drag from his cig without sparing you a glance. 

You stood there for a moment, just watching him. His scowl was evident on his face when he noticed your presence, but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t even shift in his seat.

So, you made yourself comfortable.

You crossed the room, dropped onto the edge of Nyon’s bottom bunk, and stretched your legs out, leaning back on your hands. The mattress creaked a little, but he still didn’t look at you.

“You always play your music this loud?” you asked, voice raised just a bit to cut through it, but it wasn't as loud in reality as you made it seem. “We could, like, get a noise complaint.”

Still nothing. The only sign that he was even listening was the way he began to bounce his leg impatiently. 

You squinted at the CD player, tilting your head. “This is Nirvana, right?”

That got a pause. His fingers stilled, cigarette balanced in place.

You grinned to yourself. “I don’t really get the hype. It’s kind of all the same, isn’t it? Scratchy vocals, sad lyrics, lots of noise. Feels a little overrated personally.”

He turned his head halfway toward you. No exact expression. Just that same unreadable, cold stare he always gave you when he was deciding whether or not you were worth responding to.

“Don’t start,” he said, voice gravelly and already annoyed. Like he’d already had the argument in his head and didn’t feel like playing it out loud.

You sat up a little straighter, letting your lips twist into something more deliberate. “I’m not starting anything. I’m just saying. It’s not bad, just… kinda mid.”

Now he was looking at you fully.

The cigarette burned low between his fingers. His jaw was tight, not clenched, but set in that way that meant he was weighing something else now. Perhaps now deciding if you were being serious, or really deciding if you were worth Randal being upset at him.

He settled on a glare, eyeing you, immediately noticing you were wearing one of his older shirts, a simple black shirt Luther had gotten him a long time ago. 

It hung a bit off your frame, loose around your shoulders and torso. The hem dipped just past your thighs barely and the shorts you were wearing underneath weren’t doing much to hide the fact.

Nyen’s stare lingered longer than he meant it to. His mouth twitched like he was biting something back an expression. He forced his gaze up, jaw tight.

“…Is that mine?” His voice came out low, flat, and a little too sharp.

You looked down at yourself, tugging at the hem of the shirt like you hadn’t even realized what you were wearing. A lie, obviously. You’d picked it out of his room on purpose.

“Yeah,” you said, feigning casual. “Figured you wouldn’t miss it.”

You shifted slightly on the bed, just enough to draw his attention again — the hem of the shirt riding up when you moved, shorts still barely visible beneath the fabric. His gaze dropped for a second, and when it came back up, it was darker.

“You like playing games,” he said quieter this time, getting up from his seat and reaching to pause the track, then moving to step towards you.

You smiled, slow and crooked. “Only the ones I win.”

His brow twitched, taking another step.

“You think you’ve got the upper hand because you're spoiled,” he spits, “Because no one tells you ‘no.’”

“I mean, you haven't.”

He was in front of you now, standing between your legs, one hand planted on the side of the bunk above you. The space between you felt hotter than it should’ve. Your smirk didn’t fade, but something in you tightened when he leaned down.

“I’ve been letting you get away with it,” he said, much louder now, but much clearer without Kurt Cobin’s voice in the background. “But you keep pushing.”

“Yeah?” is all you could breathe out, excitement already fluttering in your chest.

His hand moved at last — down to ghosting over your knee, then curling slowly around your thigh, sharp nails pressing into bare skin enough for you to wince slightly. 

“I should fucking throw you out,” he says. “but I’m sure you’re desperate for attention.”

A hum escaped your mouth, looking up at him with big eyes, “Maybe I am.”

Without warning, his other hand slammed down on your waist, fingers digging in hard, pinning you firmly to the mattress. The cigarette dropped forgotten between his fingers as he leaned over you, the heat of his body crashing down like a storm.

“You don’t get to decide when I’m done with you.” he snarls, the proximity allowing you to catch the lingering scent of smoke around him.

Your heart raced faster, but you refused to look away, too excited to not tremble slightly under him. “Is that a threat?”

“Guess.”

His fingers slid lower, tracing a slow, deliberate path beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers brushing skin that flushed instantly at his touch. You watched as he gripped the fabric, balling it in his fist before yanking you forward. 

You yelped instinctively at the sudden movement before catching yourself, quickly switching back to a teasing smirk as he held you closer. 

“So rough, Nyen. I think you might actually want to kill me for what I said about Cobain—”

Nyen’s hand just as suddenly moved to your neck, wrapping around before you could finish your jab about his favorite artist. The force pushes you back onto the bed, and you remember just who it is that is shifting onto the bed with you.

His grip tightened, enough to send a thrill sparking up your spine, your pulse fluttering beneath his fingers as he leaned in closer. The mattress dipped under his weight as he pressed forward.

“I like you better when you’re not talking,” he says, low and hot against your ear. “I like you better like this.”

His other hand had already yanked your shorts and underwear down your thighs, tossing somewhere you couldn’t see. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he crowded closer, slotting himself between your legs with no real space left between you.

You squirmed slightly, not to get away, but just to feel the way his hips pressed flush against yours. He noticed, finger flexing where they held you. You could still breathe well-enough, though you're sure that's only because he wants you awake for this.

"I think you like it when I talk back," you managed to taunt, breathless but still loud enough he can hear. “It gets you all riled up, doesn't it?” you huff, “Knowing you— hah, can't do much about it.”

In response, Nyen's grip on your throat tightened fractionally, his own breathing becoming harder as yours stiffened with his grasp. 

The hand on your hip slid around to palm your ass, squeezing the plump flesh hard enough to leave indentions. He rocked his hips forward, grinding his clothed erection against you, your choked whines escaping with each rough pass.

“Fucking brat.”

Nyen’s hand left your ass for a moment, fumbling with the front of his jeans before freeing his aching cock. It sprung out, hot and hard and heavy against your thigh. 

"I'm going to fuck you until you learn to listen," he promised darkly, positioning himself at your entrance. "Until the only thing you remember is the feeling of my cock splitting you open."

He thrust forward, sheathing himself inside you to the hilt in one brutal stroke. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the sudden tight heat enveloping him, and he had to pause, breathing harshly above you. 

Your walls clenched around him, trying to adjust to his size. The lack of air made you a bit woozy, jaw clenching and unclenching as you tried to focus on your composure.

It was fruitless though, eyes fluttering once Nyen began to set a brutal pace inside you. He didn't hold back at all, rough and hard as his pelvis slammed into yours. 

Your moans came out in broken, breathless bursts, stifled by the hand gripping your throat. You reached up instinctively, fingers curling around his wrist in an attempt to anchor yourself underneath him.

His grip on your throat still remained unyielding, each thrust making your vision swim and your lungs burn for air. But even as your body struggled, you couldn't help buckling your hips into his.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Nyen grunted, his voice strained with exertion and pleasure. “I’m— I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

He shifted the angle of his hips, letting you wrap your legs around his back as he somehow pushed deeper inside you. Your mind spun, clenching tighter around him as you felt your orgasm building. 

“Please,” You cried through ragged breaths, “I— fuck, need—”

Nyen didn’t let up. If anything, he pressed in closer, lips at your ear as he murmured low and sharp, “Please what?”

You shivered at his voice, heat curling tighter in your gut. His words were cruel on purpose — meant to fluster you more and tease like you always did to him.

“C’mon,” he said, biting back a grin. “Beg for it like a good boy.”

The taunt sent your heart racing. You embarrassingly whined, face burning, pulse hammering, and back curling as you choked out pleads to cum.

If your eyes could focus, you’d see the triumph glint in Nyen’s eyes at your cries, his own hips sputtering for a moment as he feels you reach your peak. His heavy thrusts became more erratic, chasing his similarly rapidly approaching climax. 

His grip on your neck and ass tightened once more, and with a final, brutal slam of his hips, Nyen buried himself to the hilt inside you and stilled. His cock jerked and throbbed as he emptied himself, triggering you to follow right behind him with a choked moan. 

Nyen finally pulled back when you both were spent, chest heaving, but his scowl hadn’t softened one bit. If anything, it deepened as he looked you over, like he couldn’t stand the sight of you — or maybe couldn’t stop staring. 

“You done acting like a brat?” he gruffs, voice hoarser than before.

You blinked up at him, lips parted as if struggling to form proper words through your haziness, still, you managed to let a smirk pull at your mouth, slow and infuriating as always, “Define ‘done.’”

Nyen scoffed, rolling his eyes as he sat on the edge of Nyon’s bed, passing over your body and still spread legs leaking with cum. “You're lucky I didn't break you in half.” 

“Please,” you breathed, your shaky hand dragging over your own form teasingly when you noticed him staring, “I wish you did.” 

He froze for half a second — then shoved off the bed with a sharp exhale like he needed to get away before he lost what was left of his patience. 

“You’re not funny at all.” 

You grinned wider. “Yeah, I’m hilarious.”

Nyen didn’t dignify that with a response. Just fixed his pants and muttered something under his breath that definitely was a curse. 

Finally, he turned towards you, a bit softer noticeably, but he still managed to keep his usual cadence before muttering, “Keep the shirt.”

You didn't get a chance to respond back with something witty, the door slamming behind him as you stayed where you were, still exposed, still sore, and still dripping juices onto a bed that's not yours.

... Sorry Nyon.

[m0r1bund]

I know most artists are probably annoyed to hell and back with art advice questions…

No idea on your stance so I’ll ask

How do you do format your backgrounds?? Like the perspective, the empty space versus detail, what shape to make the canvas, all that stuff, idk.

I can imagine detailed stuff in my head but in practice I flounder to even begin to put it to paper so is there some sort of method to the madness?

Lastly, do you think it’s a good idea to start by drawing over real life images as a way to learn?

That’s all, thank you

Hi, sorry this took a while. No worries about asking, I’ve been there and I think we sometimes underestimate how much people like to feel helpful and to talk about their process. I have an awful memory, so it’s hard for me to retrace my steps sometimes, but I’ll try!

I remember being in a similar place where my mind’s eye was far ahead of my technical skill. This still happens, I don’t think it ever really goes away, I just remember it feeling especially pronounced and frustrating when I was younger.

context: I used to be really frustrated with my inability to finish or even start large, meticulously detailed pieces, especially landscapes and environmental pieces. This changed as my technical skill started to catch up with my mind’s eye, and I could execute things faster and faster, before my brain would arbitrarily decide a piece was “done.” I’ve had this lifelong tension between trying to become a faster artist so that I can strike while the iron is hot, while also accepting that my brain is wired a certain way, I don’t have to make myself suffer by working against my own brain, and it’s OK to make slow art. for all the grief it gives me, the ADHD hyperfocus / state of flow is part of the process and I do genuinely love it.

So with that in mind, here’s some pointers that I’ve personally found useful.

done > perfect, started > not started, always and forever. Lower the bar as much as you need to. I think this can be rough for those who are less motivated by the process and more by communicating something as it exists in their head. Unfortunately I am learning this lesson over and over, that a piece simply will not happen unless I make it feasible for myself. Can it be done faster and shittier? Can you settle for getting one or two things “right” and letting the rest turn out how it may?  

Taking up photography, studying photographers, and yes, tracing / photobashing / painting over photos (with appropriate permission.) Sometimes it’s more intuitive to find the composition than it is to make it from scratch. I’m lucky to live in the place that I draw, so it takes less guess-work to translate it to my art, but I also just think it’s fun to cultivate an eye for composition using the world around you.   I think creating your own references also teaches you things that studying curated art will not. You interacted with the space in-person, so you have valuable insight into how the space feels and the relationship between objects that you can’t glean just from a picture. It’s also got the beauty of the amateur’s eye. Contrast won’t be perfectly balanced, you’ll get to work with weird color combos under weirder lighting, things won’t be massed very intentionally, etc. What’s interesting to you about the subject is ultimately unique to you, and you get to bring that out.   Video game photography is another fun way of studying someone else’s work. Virtual landscapes are intentionally composed, down to the massing/lighting/visual clutter, so in a competently-designed environment it’s easier to find picturesque vistas or neat places to stage your subject. More fun, maybe less frustrating than exploring an environment that isn’t similar to one you want to depict.   I like sandbox games for DIY scene-setting too. Staging stuff in blender, making rough clay models, whatever you need to do to feel out the space.  

Ditto the above for studying other mediums that you enjoy. I feel like it’s glaringly obvious when I want something to be a 10-part animated series or, like, a tapestry, because that’s just where I go to when I’m pulling from my mental library.   Maybe part of why I gravitated to film and animation is because you can see changes in composition, focus, perspective, etc. happening in real time, so it’s easier to notice them, and to reflect on how they change the meaning of the scene.  

Leveraging your limits. Limited palette, limited time, limited scope, whatever. Easier to play with values when you’re working in black and white than when you add color to the mix. And hey, what can you uniquely do when you’re working under certain limits that you can’t do if you had free reign of a blank canvas? Pixel art, polychrome pottery, noir… The limits of a form make it memorable, or however that saying goes.  

Massing detail and polish around the focal point of the piece. I don’t think I’m very intentional about this with my finished work, I usually play with contrast or negative space to bring attention to things. but I often do this with my quick-and-dirty art like Basedt and Threadbare. I polish the bare minimum to communicate what I need to, and then leave the rest to imagination.   like anything else it’s just another tool in your toolbox, not as useful to those with very detailed work that choose to guide the eye in other ways.  

Thinking of the environment as its own character(s). Some of us get into art because we’re having fun drawing our favorite characters or our OCs, so backgrounds are just that--- backgrounds, scene-setting, all secondary to the main event, not as interesting or exciting to draw. I am personally trying to get rid of the mental boundary between subject and environment, because that’s more in line with how I feel about worldbuilding and life in general. They’re inseparable, they feed into one another, and it does me better to think about them holistically.   Corollary to that: Environments can be fun! A lot of people think of them as drudgery, but I don’t think you have to self-flagellate doing a hundred still-life master studies if that’s not the most efficient way for you to learn. We can and should do difficult things, but I don’t know, I think you can trick yourself into getting excited about drawing cars or buildings or rocks. For me, it’s exciting to explore my headworlds through the eyes of the fake people who live in my head. I guess having that touchstone of something that’s familiar alongside something that’s unfamiliar makes it more fun. When the switch finally flipped, it was really rewarding to realize I was scribbling landscapes as the “main event,” and the inclusion of a character was a last-minute thing if it happened at all. It can be fun! It doesn’t have to suck! But it takes time.  

OK, I think that’s all I got right now. As usual, glean what’s useful to you and forget the rest. There are others who can speak more competently about technical stuff than I can, and I’m sure I’m overlooking something obvious. this is just what sticks with me, personally.

[velvetwyrme]

I’m so sorry, i thought it will be funny to say that but its just 🪐💜 anon :) 👍 (mystery anon DOES has a nice ring to it though 🤔)

dhjdfhdj its all good!!!!! i was just like. there is a number of people this could be,, i have been given nothing to work with...

i can do detective work! but uh. not from so little 😂

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[ruporas]

kiss (ID in alt text)

[sableeira]

experimenting a bit with gradient maps, inspired by this awesome artwork

[crow-caller]

I really do think looking at bad writing is one of the best ways to learn about writing in general, especially for beginners.

the thing is, writing in general is highly subjective- a good sentence will be good in different ways to different people, or not impress someone at all.

a bad sentence? most people can spot bad sentences easy, especially if it is presented to them as 'here's an example of a bad sentence, let's unpack why.'

bad writing can also be very funny, which I think is again often more engaging than 'here's a work of literary genius go analyze it'. Like here's some bad writing from lightlark3:

The moment it was out of Horus’s grip, his body became bones. The flesh turned to ash. He became a corpse.

it's dumb as hell, but I think could foster a solid discussion when you ask 'why? what is the author intending to say? what about it makes it feel 'clunky'? How would you write the same idea?'

[laurrelise]

alas, i’m nothing but a child

guys i’m dumbassing again

[3amsnek]

weird (not quite) autumn- one layer practice Mae with some vague leaves stuck on for funsies

[sysig]

Growing closer than expected (Patreon)