#but where I’d go from there is add a layer on top of that and render and clean stuff up

[camrlart]

Wgat brushes do you use + what's your coloring process😭😭😭 your art is so cool dude

hii, okay so for brushes

my two faves are ‘chalky color’ and ‘clean sketch’ both from this pack (which is free btw) my other commonly used ones are ‘round brush’ and ‘nikko rull’ which are both default procreate brushes, i think. i use the clean sketch for sketching (duh) and the rest for coloring/rendering

okay and uh fair warning my coloring process is kinda a mess but I’ll try my best to explain it 😅 this ugly mike drawing can be my test subject

so i start by laying down the base colors, each different color is on a different layer, all of which are under the sketch layer. and i always start with the darker colors first bc it (to me at least) makes the lighting feel more natural, especially if the lighting is more dramatic like above

in terms of actually picking the colors i mostly just wing it and you kinda get a feel for it eventually, but what really helps is to look at references and or color pick from references. when i first started drawing i color picked from references and it helped me understand a lot! definitely don’t rely on it too much tho lmao

after the base colors are down i just start blocking out shapes, mainly the most prominent ones, the main goal is to give the drawing volume. after blocking out shapes i usually blend as needed, blending is only really needed in spots where there isn’t as much definition. then i add a layer over the sketch layer and just start rendering and cleaning up

okay this is where it gets stupid. after all of that i merge all the layers together (except for details like text, freckles, highlights in the eyes, etc) and adjust the colors as needed with either coloring dropping or simply just adjusting saturation, brightness, and hues till i’m happy with it and just continue to add details, refine it, and blend more

hopefully this makes sense and answered what you needed :)

[bloorpeon]

I cooked chat.

Fish world and their fish homes!

Au by @keferon

SO! Here’s how I think fish houses work based on your type of fish, starting with the gill mers.

Personally I think that the mer homes would be very hobbit style, and their furniture would be very old, more related to pirate furniture. Since they aren’t exactly going into modern human homes, they replicated what they found in ship wrecks. Of course the building techniques have grown since then, but with limited resources the look is generally the same.

Gill mer houses are fully flooded on the main section since they rely so heavily on the water. While they can survive for a short time out of water, the extended time breathing pure oxygen can make them sick. So their kitchens are partially flooded, allowing them room to quickly go back into the water while cooking.

This isn’t the same for other mers that rely on lungs and pure oxygen.

Their homes are partially flooded, still allowing them to swim in main parts but with large air pockets to take breaths. They have vents that blow in fresh air from the surface. Their kitchens have a thin layer of water on the floor, allowing them to slide around and minimize the effort it takes to move around. All kitchen have a smooth floor, can’t be having a bunch of scratches now can we.

They can’t use gas or fire for cooking, so they rely on electric stoves, which seems dangerous yes. But this is one of the reasons why the stoves are made of mostly non conductive materials, and they’re up on stilts so that the electricity doesn’t touch the water. If all else fails, most modern homes are built with safety measures that trip the “breakers” of that room entirely.

Most homes are made of stone, but if you live closer to the inner city then your home might have quartz mixed in.

Speaking of the city…

It’s just Iacon but underwater! But instead of the harsh and sharp edges and corners, everything is smooth and rounded. Lots of bubbled infrastructure, and a shit ton of windows!

Also pictured are some forms of houses. Top left shows a more common “suburb” where homes are built into mountains and cliffs. Bottom right shows common homes for more tropical mers.

There’s a whole multitude of different types of homes and how they work. Electricity and power run through underground cables, as well as most pipes. They get their power through water and wind, they have floating wind turbines, and all types of machines that are used for harnessing currents and riptides.

Though they’re not opposed from stealing from the humans on occasion.

Coming to my final description for this rant, the beds!

Fairly simple, gilled mers have bed that are fully submerged (usually made of seaweed and are shell shaped), and lunged mers have bed that keep their bodies in the water, but their heads up.

This concludes my insanity for today! Got questions or smth to add? Comment or send an ask, I’d love to make more things with yall

Okay bye bye

(Next time we’re talking about whale homes)

[whispersleo]

The "T" in LGBT stands for Tevinter!

prompt: “The “T” in LGBT stands for Tevinter: Either Krem, Maevaris, and Tarquin hanging out, or a headcanon of a Tevinter character being trans (Dorian, Neve, other NPC, etc.)”

drawing for the @transthedasfest check more works here on AO3

How Neve being trans fits her already amazing character narrative; a headcanon study

First of all, I’m really excited to share this drawing with you. Neve is one of my favorite characters and has been since the very first time I saw her in my first playthrough.

Now, as a transgender man, I really enjoy creating and writing about trans characters in general. It makes me happy, I love it, and it personally helps me feel better about myself as a trans person. Like anyone, I have no issue making a character trans just because—there doesn’t always need to be a deep justification behind it. If you like the idea, go for it.

That said, my headcanon of Neve being trans isn’t just a random choice. I’d love to share a bit of my reasoning behind it.

While I have no problem making any character trans, I do think gender plays a significant role in shaping some of them. There are many characters who simply wouldn’t be the same if they hadn’t been raised as men or women. Immediate examples that come to mind are Lucanis and Illario—I feel like their rivalry wouldn’t be quite the same if they hadn’t both been raised as men. Now, would I ever complain if your headcanon is that one of them is trans? Absolutely not, please share your idea with me. But I think you see where I’m coming from—Neve being a woman feels like an important part of her character. However, I don’t think she would be drastically different if she had been raised as a boy.

To me, this only adds another layer of complexity to an already rich character like Neve—a trans woman facing injustices in Tevinter. I mean, we already know the Shadow Dragons are basically the best LGBTQ+ support group in all of Thedas, so it fits perfectly. Plus, the stories Neve shares about her childhood wouldn’t really change if we assume she was perceived as the opposite gender. She’s always been curious, always asking too many questions.

Diving deeper into her being trans, I think it would be really interesting in the context of the community headcanons we’ve built around how exactly being trans works in Thedas. I usually bring up the use of herbs and magic, but I’ve also explored the idea of blood magic being used with Tarquin to create a functional member, for example. This could be fascinating to explore with Neve—how her aversion to blood magic might make her reject the idea of using it for bottom surgery.

And let’s not forget that every trans person is different! Not all of us want every surgery. For example, I’m perfectly comfortable with my vulva and don’t feel the need to change it, though I’d love to get top surgery. I think it’s important to talk about this because sometimes people say that writing trans characters without surgeries turns them into a fetish—and yes, sometimes it is fetishization (in my case assume it's always a fetish), but other times, it’s simply because we’re all different people with unique needs.

Anyway, I hope this all makes sense. I love Neve and hope to write more about her soon. I also hope you liked the drawing and that you have a day filled with pride in who you are. ❤️

[impala-dreamer]

Where's The Trust?

A Supernatural Story

~Dean likes what he likes and you're not gonna convince him otherwise. OK, well, maybe you can.~

Dean Winchester x Reader

532 Words

Warnings: Ridiculously unnecessary fluff.

A/N: A random thought as I prepped tomorrow's coffee...

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Y/N thanked the blue-haired college student with the green branded visor and handed one of the clear takeaway cups to her passenger. She adjusted the other cup in her left hand as she turned the big leather wheel and pulled away from the drive-thru window.

Dean, who was already on edge since agreeing to let Y/N drive the last hundred miles of the trek back home, glared down at the drink she’d ordered for him. Through the clear cup, he could see a dark liquid quickly being lightened by swirls of white as the thick layer of creamy foam on top settled down. He cocked a brow and scowled.

“The hell is this?”

Y/N eyed him quickly before making a slightly illegal left turn. “Coffee.”

Dean sniffed the cup. “This is not coffee.”

She let the wheel return to center and took a sip of her drink. She hummed happily. “It is,” she told him. “Just try it.”

Dean shook his head. “It's cold.”

“Great work, detective.”

“I don't like iced coffee.”

“It's not iced coffee. Try it.”

He watched her take another sip and lick the foam from her upper lip. A suggestive idea crossed his mind, but there was a more pressing situation at hand.

“If it's not iced, what the hell?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, Dean. It's cold brew. It's good. Just try it.”

He leered at the drink. “What's all the shit on top?”

A deep breath did little to relax her growing annoyance. They had been on the road for two days already, after coming off a two week case binge. She was tired. He was testing her last nerve.

“It's a vanilla, sweet cream cold brew. It's coffee. It's delicious. Shut the fuck up and taste it.”

Dean tried not to chuckle. She was feisty when she was tired. He liked it. 

“I'm not gonna like it,” he promised.

“What are you, a toddler?” Y/N changed lanes and prepared to merge onto the highway.

He grinned. 

She sighed. “Try it.” 

“No.”

“Where’s the trust, Dean? Huh?”

He gasped dramatically. “Trust? I’m letting you drive my Baby!” He caressed the dashboard protectively. “By the way, you’re a little hard on the brakes-”

Y/N growled. 

“Fine!” He sucked in a deep breath and held the cup to his lips. “I’m not gonna like it, I’m telling you. I like my coffee strong. Black. No frilly crap.” 

Her upper lip twitched, and Dean shrugged, going in. 

He took a tentative sip and closed his eyes as his tongue was washed in the most delectable brew he’d had in a long time. It was delicious. It was perfect, actually. It was- 

“So?” Y/N leaned over a bit while keeping her eyes on the road. “Whatcha think?” 

Dean faked a cringe. “It’s gross. I told you I’d hate it.”

“Liar. You love it.” 

“No.” He scoffed and shifted closer to his door, trying to hide as he took another sip. 

“They have a caramel one too…” 

His eyes lit up. “Ooo…” 

She laughed. “Such a toddler.” 

Dean licked some escaped foam from his lip and winked. “Yeah… but I’m adorable.” 

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- Heart & Sole 5 ❥

Plot: You know what they say: third time’s the charm!

Warnings: Hefty flirting, romance, & tooth rotting fluff!

A/N: gahhh our champion :( i miss his reign already 💔💔 anywho, welcome to the fifth part of h&s! this will, indeed, conclude my first ever mini series. thank you to everyone who’s supported / inspired me to keep it going. ily all and i can’t wait to (hopefully) make another one soon. enjoy! <3

previous chapter! <3

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i take a deep breath, scrunching my curls in the mirror.

today was perfect.

way smoother than i ever thought it would go.

my nerves were god awful but everyone was so welcoming.

the wives? beyond sweet. i even got both of their numbers for a future girl’s day.

trin? made me forget about all my worries, as always. she’s my bestie for a reason!

all the cousins? i didn’t get to talk to them much, but i could tell they approved of me right away.

and josh’s mom? absolutely amazing. and an insane cook.

going into today i thought i’d feel like an outsider, but that wasn’t the case. and i’m so grateful.

i pull out one of the many tubes of lip gloss in my bag and add a couple of layers, making sure to brush away any smudges.

once satisfied with my reflection, i wash my hands and head back outside.

on my way back to the kitchen, i hear light mumbling.

clear enough to know that it’s josh and his mom, but too muffled to understand what they’re saying.

and when i walk in, talisua’s eyes light up.

josh notices her change in expression and turns around, a warm smile immediately appearing on his face when our eyes meet.

i smile back, walking up to josh’s island stool.

“you ready to go, ma?” he asks, placing a warm hand on my lower back.

i nod, smiling and turn to his mom. “thank you again for having me.”

she smiles and shuffles over, embracing me. “you’re always welcome, honey. it was so nice meeting you.”

i chuckle, hugging back. “you too.”

she pulls away and smiles, looking up at josh.

he pulls away from me to embrace her, and i watch on smiling.

“thank you for everything ma,” he says, before kissing her temple.

she leans up to cup and kiss his cheek. “always, my love.”

i don’t miss the light whispering she does in his ear before they pull away.

josh takes my hand. “let’s roll, baby.”

“get home safe!” his mom calls from the doorway as we head to his car.

“we will!” he calls back.

the car ride home is quiet.

not in an awkward way, but more so comforting.

the type of quiet where you’re mentally reflecting on the incredible day you just had. and even when it’s about to, you don’t want it to end.

when we finally pull up to my place, the sound of the engine cutting off takes over.

josh shifts in his seat to turn to me and brush a loose curl out of my face.

“i’m happy you had a good time today,” he finally says, stroking my cheek with his knuckle.

i smile, leaning into his touch with a nod. “i did.”

he smiles back, licking his lips before speaking again.

“my mother don’t usually warm up to people right away,” he explains. “but you….you’re different, baby.”

i blush, chewing on my lower lip. “different how?”

he watches my lips for a while before looking back up into my eyes and getting lost in them all over again. “it’s your aura. the way you carry yourself. you’re so likable, ma. i don’t know how to explain it. but it’s the first thing i liked about you.”

“well,” i reply, turning my body towards him and laying my head comfortably on the headrest. “i could say the same thing about you, mr. main event.”

he smirks. “thas how you feel, huh?”

i roll my eyes playfully, smirking. “it’s how the whole world feels, goofy. you’re confident, sexy, selfless….what’s not to like?”

he raises an eyebrow. “sexy, huh?”

my breathing hitches and i immediately start mentally facepalming myself.

“i-uh…” i stutter, making his smirk widen. “i guess i was just…”

“hey,” he cuts me off, taking my hand and kissing the top of it. “no need to be nervous around me, mama.”

“kinda hard not to be when you look like….that.”

he chuckles, licking his lower lip again. “you’re somethin’ else, girl.”

i smile, looking down at our hands and intertwining our fingers.

the quiet sound of crickets chirping outside takes over, setting the mood.

“well,” i finally announce, unbuckling my seatbelt. “it’s getting late. i should probably head in.”

he nods, watching me.

“thank you again for today,” i continue, reaching over the middle console to hug him.

he huge back, stroking my lower back, his hands brushing my ass teasingly. “anytime, ma. i’m happy you came.”

i smile, resting my chin on his shoulder and inhaling his scent.

and when we finally pull away, the entire mood changes.

not for the worse - god not for the worse at all.

but it’s something i can’t quite put my finger on.

deciding not to discover what that is tonight, i quickly shake the feeling off.

“goodnight,” i whisper, leaning over to kiss his cheek and opening the passenger door.

he grabs ahold of my wrist, ever so gently. “where you goin?”

i turn around and blink in response. “inside?”

he chuckles, shaking his head. “you forgot somethin, baby. cmere.”

and before i can even process what’s happening, his lips are on mine.

finally.

i deepen the kiss, tangling my fingers in his curls.

he lets out a low groan before wrapping his arms tighter around me. like i’m a ghost that’ll just disappear any second now.

when we finally pull away, i instantly miss the feeling of him.

i let out a breathless laugh, running a hand through my curls. “woah.”

“sorry,” he apologizes, running a hand down his face. “i been tryna kiss them things all day.”

i giggle, letting out a deep breath shortly after. “yeah, you’re telling me. and for once jon wasn-“

and as if on cue, his phone rings.

my jaw drops as he looks at me with “holy shit” written all over his eyes.

“there’s no way,” i mutter, watching him pick up his phone from the dashboard.

he turns the screen my way and it reads one word: Jon.

“you handle that how you will,” i announce, making a shoo motion with my hand, turning towards the door again.

he laughs and pulls me back, kissing me again.

i kiss back, laughing as we pull away.

“nite baby,” he mutters, giving me one last peck.

he stops in his tracks for a minute, before speaking up again. “i love you.”

my heart drops. “i-i love you too.”

and fuck. i really do.

he instantly smiles and cups my face, placing a kiss at the corner of my mouth.

i smile back before heading out of the car, closing the door behind me.

“call me!” he calls out the window as i’m walking up the pathway to my front door.

“i will!” i call back over my shoulder.

his engine starts up again and he pulls away from the curb.

as he goes to turn the corner, his horn blows two quick beeps.

i wave until he’s out of sight.

a sudden gust of wind blows, resulting in me hurrying to unlock the door and rush inside.

and once i’m there, i lock the door, press my back against it, and just look up.

josh fatu loves me. and i love him.

my heart and sole.

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[redvexillum]

CHAPTER ONE

A/N: I didn't anticipate writing a Vox x Reader story (much less a raunchy, BDSM theme smut). But, I needed to get this idea out of my head so I can focus on my request and my other stories. So, here we are. Also, I've noticed there is a distressingly low number of PURE Vox x Reader stories, so I wanted to contribute to the database.

Though, I apologize if my version of Vox is lacking in any way. I have made many creative liberties with my head canon version of him.

Inspired by this post/conversation with the lovely miss @redfoxwritesstuff

07.09.24 - Now that I know where I'm going with this story, I have changed the title from [Short Fuse] to Signal.

SUMMARY: You royally pissed someone off because you were receiving anonymous hate emails for the past fifteen years. How incredibly petty and...entertaining. At first, you decided to ignore them but as their hate comments got increasingly creative, the more you couldn't help but add oil to the burning, passionate flame of their hatred towards you.

Until one day, the mysterious anonymous hater (probably) accidentally revealed themselves to be the one and only TV demon, an Overlord and CEO of everything technological and modern.

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, toxic relationship, enemies to f*ck buddies to something indescribable, dom/sub undertone, sub!Vox, dom!reader, reader is a responsible dom, Vox takes a lot of L's but he secretly enjoys it, dual POV, Vox tries to be hip but ends up being a boomer, Reader is sexually liberal and confident, Vox is the brattiest sub you will ever find, kind of fluff if your squint

“Hello, my Sexy Peeps! How are you doing on this hellish day?” A melodious burst of laughter chimed from Vox’s phone. He took a dramatic sip from his coffee, savouring the rich, dark brew, and settled into his plush armchair, preparing to lose himself in her latest video.  

“Today, I thought I’d mix things up a bit due to a very popular request!” She continued and leaned forward in front of the camera, giving Vox a generous view of her cleavage. He approved her outfit choice for today, a tight-fitting cyan blue tank top with a plunging v-neckline.  

But aside from her attire, he was interested by her supposedly “new” content. He didn’t know she took requests from her viewers. Intrigued, he arched an eyebrow, setting his cup down on the side table and leaning his face closer to his phone.  

The newest online sensation on VoxTube was about to begin. This girl had seemingly materialized out of nowhere, drawing tens of thousands of views and subscribers to her channel. Her retention rates were astoundingly high for content so banal and ordinary. Initially, Vox had suspected his network had been hacked.  

He still couldn’t quite grasp how in seven layers of Hell she had managed to manipulate the algorithm with her simple videos. All she did was try the newest foods around the Pentagram and review random merchandise in a phenomenon called “unboxing.” 

His gaze inevitably wandered to the deep trench of cleavage she prominently displayed. He scoffed. He’d seen better. After all, his partner controlled the porn industry in Hell.  

Yet, that didn’t stop him from pausing her video sometimes, openly staring at her chest for a few seconds… or minutes…or maybe he may have saved a couple (several) screenshots of her video and her photos from her Sinstagram account. Perhaps he might have even saved some of her more salacious-looking photos on his internal hard drive for private viewing. 

All for research, of course.  

“Now, I know there’s this series – the longest-running series in all of Hell…” she trailed off, her plump, pretty lips curling into a mischievous smirk.  

Vox straightened in his chair, feeling the first flutter of excitement in his chest. Could it be? Was she going to mention his most prized project, “Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?!” for free?  

Excitement surged within him, a giddy thrill that this lame, greenhorn, no-name nobody was about to mention his series to her 2.5 million (and growing) viewers.  

“Guys, guys, guys,” she laughed, raising her perfectly manicured hands in the air as if in surrender. “I watched the first season and wow–” 

Vox pressed his thighs together, waiting with bated breath for what he hoped would be a glowing review. Perhaps he should contact her, reach out, sponsor her like all the tiny, insignificant, worthless, businesses were doing.  

“I gotta tell you,” She shrugged, raised her immaculate trimmed brow, and with a hearty guffaw, said, “it’s pretty mid.” 

Disbelief washed over him as he stared at the screen. Instinctively, Vox paused the video, staring at the freeze-frame image of her with a large smile dancing across her lips.  

Mid? Mid? What the fuck did mid even mean? 

Scrutinizing the word in his mind, he thought maybe she had given his series an average score. Average. He could work with average. But judging from the comments filled with those annoying crying laughing emojis and agreement that it was bad, he realized it was another piece of slang from this decade that he somehow missed.  

Power surged through his head as his mind dove into the database, and he opened his trusty Urban Hell Dictionary. 

The definition of Mid was… 

Below average. 

Not good. 

Mediocre.  

Boring.  

“WHHHHAT?” He roared, his voice glitching in between the long-drawn-out word. Springing up from his chair, he picked up his mug before hurling it against the polished floor. It shattered into a cascade of jagged pieces, their sharp lines reminiscent of crooked, mocking smiles. The hot coffee splashed onto the hem of his pants, its sudden heat mirroring the fury rising within him.  

Memories surged through him, back to when he was alive, back when they cancelled him for not being innovative enough, for not being entertaining enough, for being… 

Being…. 

Boring.  

His eyes twitched, electricity crackled and jolted up in arcs across the surface of his head before fizzling out at the points of the antennas from his hat.  

He should kill her. Get Val to make her disappear or force her into working at his porn studio. How dare she call the fruits of his labour…b-bo-… He seethed, unable to even say the damn, blasted word.  

Vox thought of a thousand ways to torment her, relishing the idea of making her cry with her below-average, not good, mediocre, BORING looking face. Anger surged, boiled, in his veins, and he did what he knew was the best course of action when faced with this unprecedented insult.  

After all, with VoxTek, he had an image to keep of being on the side of the lowly Sinners. He chuckled, forced, but chuckled, nonetheless. It would smear his good image to go after some small, nobody of a Sinner. After all, he was an Overlord and the CEO of the largest corporation in all the five fucking points of the Pentagram.  

She was going to get so cancelled.  

That he would make sure of.  

Humming a random, jaunty little tune, you shut off the ring light and closed your laptop. Stretching your back, you sighed in satisfaction as your bones gave a gratifying crack. You giggled at some comments from your review of the popular series, “Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?!”  

There were passionate defences claiming the series was a work of art, which was far-reaching at best. It was mildly entertaining enough to watch while you painted your nails. Seriously, the show looked like it was produced for the audience in the 1950s.  

You were the first influencer to give a poor rating to the TV series, and being first meant more controversy, more views, and more money from sponsorships as you rose to the trending list once again.  

Damn, gaming the system was the best. Truly, Hell was way behind its time compared to what people did for views back when you were alive.  

Following your routine, you washed away the makeup, changed from your tight-fitting clothes into a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, and laid on your king-sized bed that was far too big for one person. Staring up at the ceiling, you were surrounded by the void of your loneliness.  

You should…go out and fuck someone.  

Preferably, someone related to the entertainment industry. All that juicy gossip about your newest fling always raked in views and clicks.  

But the idea fizzled and died as you thought about having to play the submissive role, feeding their giant egos to compensate for their shit-sized cocks. You considered visiting the BDSM club, but influential people were rarely found out in the open in those shops. There was probably a private club that you weren’t invited to…yet.  

Vain.

Empty.

Nothing.  

It didn’t change much, did it? Whether you were alive or damned.  

Everything about your life was the same.  

Sitting up, you grabbed your phone and started to scroll through Voxazon, frivolously spending thousands of Hell bucks on useless crap.  

Retail therapy.  

The tried-and-true method to stave off depression and apathy.  

You were ready for that dopamine hit as you read through the reviews of the latest dildo models, your lips pulling into a sly smirk at all the new features of VoxTek’s newest sex toy.  

A chime resounded from your phone – a notification from your personal email. Your brows raised as the sender was from anonymous666@hellmail.com 

Confused, you opened the email, wincing at the possibility of infecting your device with a virus. But that thought quickly vanished as you read the email’s content.  

Subject: (no subject)  Dear Bitch,   Retract that fucking review about “Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?!” from your video today, or you will regret it.   Furthermore, you have a “mid” face, and so are your boobs. Your boobs are super fucking mid. You probably get MORE views if you actually covered your boobs because that’s how MID they are.   And all your videos are MID. Especially the one you posted on July 7, 20XX, where you reviewed the Hellover drink. The one where you wore that shitty neon green tank top, which, by the way, is also fucking MID.   Anyway, this is my FIRST and LAST warning.   Fuck you.   P.S. Seriously. Fuck you.

Your eyes slowly blinked, once, twice, before a hearty, genuine laugh erupted from you. Oh my God. Did this prick actually hack your account to get your personal email to send such a shitty, lame-ass message? 

Breaths coming out in short, uneven huffs, you rolled over on your bed from side to side, clutching your stomach. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard. You hadn’t laughed this genuinely since you fell to Hell.  

As your eyes traced over the words of their message, you laughed out loud again. It looked like you had a butt-hurt superfan.  

Humming, you rolled over onto your stomach and kicked your feet idly as you stared at the message. “Thanks for the laugh, virgin prick,” you whispered, planting a loud smooch on your cellphone screen. “Annnnd, delete!” Your index finger daintily tapped the trash can icon.  

Now, back to the task at hand. You debated between getting the glittery pink dildo or the two prong dildo. Tilting your head, you decided you deserved a treat, so you ordered both. 

As you were purchasing more random crap, your eyes glazed over, your mind fervently thinking of what to say for your next season review for that TV series. Just then, an annoying ad popped up – of course, from VoxTek – promoting their shitty Cobra vibrator. Seriously, you tried it, and it did nothing for you.  

An idea rapidly formed, growing until you jumped out of bed and ran to your laptop. No one had truly (and honestly) reviewed some of VoxTek’s terrible sex toys yet. In fact, you noticed that every single review for their sex toy line had glowing five-star ratings.  

Now, some of their toys were outstanding, making you come so hard until you were sobbing, soaking your underwear from your release. But that was one out of every five toys you purchased. Like all massive corporations, VoxTek was clearly buying reviews, giving themselves perfect scores.  

Perhaps it was time to change that. 

Your review of the series and the anonymous hate message were soon quickly forgotten. This was your chance to shake things up, to give the unfiltered, raw truth that your viewers craved.  

With a determined glint in your eyes, you started drafting your next video script. This was going to be huge, bigger than Jerry’s dick from last week, that was for sure.  

NEXT ->

[maclediumzeyheri]

How I Draw: PART 2

I’m currently a poor college student battling through final exams — and as if that wasn’t enough, one evil professor is making us undergrads write a full research paper on top of it all. So yes, it’s been a rather painful time... which sadly means I haven’t been able to draw much lately. But! Once June is over, I’ll finally be free! I’m hoping to dive back into drawing a lot more then.

Anyway, thank you so much for all the love on my last art post. It’s honestly been years since I wrote a post like that, so it was a pretty fun experience for me too! Today, I thought I’d continue the series — this time diving into the highlights of my process: coloring and post-editing!

…So, in my last post, I covered everything up to laying down the base colors. Now, it’s time to add some shadows!

When adding shadows, I only use Multiply layers. I usually pick low-saturation colors for this step, pretty much the same way I do when laying down the base colors. If needed, I’ll also use a watercolor edge effect.

To be honest, there’s really nothing too special about my process. After all, I’m not someone who’s formally trained in art. So no fancy, elaborate techniques here when it comes to adding shadows! (As for considering the direction of light… well, I sometimes try to think about it when adjusting the overall colors later on. But most of the time, I don’t bother too much — and this particular piece is one of those cases.) I simply go by instinct and paint the areas where shadows feel right.

Anyway, that’s how I go about coloring the clothes as well.

There was a little something special when it came to coloring the gloves. To give them a slightly transparent look, I added a light layer of green.

Once I’m done adding all the shadows, I move on to adjusting the line colors. Well, anything looks better than plain black lines, after all.

So at this point, this is what the piece looks like. Now, let’s move on and make it even prettier.

Use Ctrl+A and Ctrl+C to copy the entire coloring layer. Then, paste it and apply a blur effect to the copied layer (this is a feature available in SAI 2).

Now, copy the blurred layer as well. Set Blurred Layer 1 to Multiply, and Blurred Layer 2 to Overlay.

Then, adjust the opacity of these layers to your liking. This creates an effect where the image looks slightly soft, yet the colors become more vivid at the same time. It’s a technique often used to give artwork a bit of a retro vibe.

Next, use the Multiply and Overlay layers to adjust the overall color tone. With Multiply, you can create a darker, moodier atmosphere across the whole piece. And with Overlay, you can tweak the color tones to get the look you want.

(That’s right — just changing the color on the Overlay layer can completely change the color tones of the piece.)

For the finer details, keep using Overlay, Multiply, and Screen layers to refine the look.

-If you want to brighten certain areas, use a Screen layer. -If you want to adjust colors or add light and atmosphere, go with an Overlay layer(The image above is an example of this). -And if you want to deepen the shadows, a Multiply layer is your friend.

After that, I do some additional color adjustments in PaintShop Pro(If you have Photoshop, that would actually be an even better tool for this step).

In my case, since I was planning to lower the saturation later on, I intentionally boosted the saturation a bit during this stage. And don’t forget — before moving on to the next step, it’s a good idea to add an overall paper texture to the piece(Of course, this is a built-in feature in SAI).

From here, I use Corel Painter’s Thick Paint feature to add visible brushstrokes. The process of picking colors with the pipette tool and painting over them takes quite a long time.

In my experience, if you carefully paint with the smallest brush size (1.0), it gives the piece a texture that feels almost like embroidery. On the other hand, if you use a slightly larger brush and paint more loosely, it ends up looking more like an oil painting.

And if you duplicate the layer where you used the Thick Paint brush, you can get some really fun effects during the editing process.

Then, it’s really a matter of lowering the saturation, adding layer effects where needed, and repeating this process until you’re happy with the result. As I always say — I don’t have any strict rules for this part. It’s all based on personal satisfaction. For this particular piece, I went through even more steps (and a lot more second-guessing!) than usual.

And that’s it — the piece is finished! Thank you so much for reading all the way through.

As I was writing this, I realized that a lot of my process is based on instinct, so this post might not have been all that helpful in a step-by-step sense. But if there’s any part you’d like me to explain in more detail, please feel free to ask anytime!

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

Terrible Influence Tour painting: behind the scenes

Completed paintings of all the Dan and Phil tour sets

I already posted the scan of this but I’m making an explanation post with extra pictures because why not. This one took a looooong time compared to the others because it involved painting a lot of details, mixing as many different shades of blue as I could for the TVs, and then going back the next day to add the lights draped around the set frame in gel pen and highlight the metallic bars.

Photos of the process and more details below:

Paint (Sennelier La Petite Aquarelle watercolor, 24 half pans):

913 Cobalt Violet Hue

315 Ultramarine

307 Cobalt Blue Hue

341 Phthalo Turquoise 

326 Primary Blue

703 Payne’s Grey

755 Ivory Black

Brushes:

Sennelier, 2

Royal Talens Van Gogh golden synthetic watercolor brush, 4

Princeton Select oval mop, ¼

TIT was the third painting I did and I really wanted this one to come out nicely - I love their set design and I could and perhaps should have used a bit of artistic interpretation rather than trying to exactly replicate every detail, but I wanted it to be as close as I could get to the placement of the frames and the TVs. 

I used the set of promo photos Dan and Phil posted to Instagram on August 30, 2024 to get the design. 

I started by sketching the whole thing in pencil, then of course erasing it so the marks just barely showed so I could have a guide for the shape of the frame.

I used phthalo turquoise to outline the illuminated sections of the frame, and payne’s grey for the metal sections as well as the grated-off squares. I also then used payne’s grey for the edges of the TVs.

After that dried I did the ceiling/background in black, not too saturated because of the glow of the blue lights underneath. I also did black behind the TVs and in the empty squares, and I layered that on as thick as I could for high contrast (this was the point where it began to sink in that this should not have been a watercolor project, or at least should have been done on a larger paper). I went back and layered the background some more to make it dark at the top, and then I finally gave up the black paint to fill in the colors of the TVs in various shades of blue and purple.

The last thing I did was the floor in primary blue which I’d hoped would be just enough darker than the phthalo turquoise to contrast with the frame lights, but it wasn’t so I got really heavy-handed with the paint again to get the contrast. It did kind of look like TIT blue, but I wish I’d saved some time to get the reflections of the light on the stage floor because it was really shiny.

The process:

The result at the end of day 1 (finished painting but no details like the lights added yet):

I let the paint dry overnight and I wasn’t satisfied with it (even though I do really love these photos. Side tangent: I am typically a monochrome minimalist to a Dan Howell-worthy extent, but this set of drawers was originally a dark brown wood color I didn't love so I decided to do an accent wall in Hawaiian Teal. Turns out having a blue backdrop is useful for something.)

This is the bit where I cheated and got out the gel pens. As it turns out, I don’t have a particularly bright blue gel pen but I found the lightest blue metallic I had and went over the lights on the frame. I went over the non-illuminated bars with silver and used a little bit of white in areas I missed or needed more contrast in.

The finishing touch was to get the light strings, which I knew I’d need gel pen for basically from the first sketch because I couldn’t easily paint around them. I also just didn’t have it in me to get the exact placement, so I freestyled where the lights might fall and wrap around the frame with the white pen, and then went over it with a second layer of pen once it dried to get it as bright as possible. 

After adding the finishing touches:

If I had more patience (it took me stupidly long to do this one) I could’ve perfected it a bit more but overall I do really like how bright and contrast-y the TIT set is. 

[larrytheflute9]

How exactly do you color your artwork? Since whenever I see it, I feel like I’m looking a painting (that’s a complement btw)

Hi! Sorry, for taking so long to respond. I’ve been swamped with work this semester. But anyways, I usually use one of two brushes to color my stuff: the opaque watercolor brush or the smooth oil paint brush. Although recently I’ve been experimenting with one called flat oil paint brush. I do all my digital work in ClipStudio and I’ve never actually downloaded anything beyond what came with the program lol. So those are just some basic brushes from the base kit. This is an example of the watercolor brushes:

And this is a good example of the oil paint brushes:

As a basic rundown of how I make my digital art: I do all my lineart with the design pencil tool and then I fill in a base layer of color underneath. Since my lineart is usually pretty sloppy I don’t really use the bucket tool at all lol. I usually just fill in color with the mapping pen tool. I don’t really use a lot of layers either. So usually on top of my base layer I add one more and that’s where I do all of my shading/rendering. I just kinda slap a whole lot of colors together and let the brush naturally blend them as I go. I don’t feel like I do anything particular fancy.

Really there are only two “tricks” I can think of that I use. Sometimes after I’ve finished all of my coloring I’ll go in and use an effect that’s just called “artistic.” This basically simplifies and exaggerates the blocks of color. It works really well with the watercolor brushes to give stuff that extra layered watercolor look. Usually, I reduce the layer opacity anywhere from 10-20% and make it an overlay on my color layer. A good example of this technique:

The only other thing I sometimes do is blow up the design pencil tool to its biggest sizes and use it to texturize my colors or lineart. This kinda makes a blotchy/pixelated look that I really like. I feel like this one shows it pretty clearly:

And that’s it really! I’m sorry if this is too long but I wanted to be thorough! I hope it makes sense! Thanks for asking and for being such a supportive follower! I really appreciate it! If you have any other questions on how I make stuff, I’d be happy to answer but this is all I can think of right now. Thanks again and take care! :)

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

Do you have alternative homecoming dresses for Grace????

I have alternate homecoming (or prom) outfits for everyone but Grace especially.

For different universes (where she gets therapy, has a different date, etc) and such.

This is the furtherest away from the original, but still holds the formal elegance that clashes Grace from everyone else. The 1950s style is so Chasity coded to me (seeing as it is what Karen wears but without petticoats giving it volume) and can easily be made more modest by pulling the sleeves further up. For Lautskity, the red in particular is my choice if she went with Steph and Pete (it’s a good mix of theirs). Anyone else or if she went on her own, I’d say the pink as it’s the closest to her original colours

This is literally the bottom half of her original dress. This top half, however, is more modern. Making it a little bit more wearable/flattering (without being too revealing or out of character), which may allow Grace to fit in just a tad more/sets up the allusion of the ending. And tell me the ribbons don’t scream Grace

Very similar to her original*, same tulle fabric and skirt shape, but way more poof and sparkles. The slightly darker/dustier colour also would create more of a contrast and would still help serve as an imagery purpose for Dirty Dudes. Also puffed sleeves are one of Grace’s signature character designs

Vaguely similar to the original? It made sense to balance out the blue choices with another pink. Again, the ribbons, smaller puffed sleeves and the same flare out shape on the skirt. Gives the purest Christian girl aesthetic, simple but sweet

*Is also very reminiscent of Zoey’s Honey Queen dress, which adds a whole other layer of symbolism if anyone cares.

I could easily find more but I don’t have endless time to scroll on Pinterest, this should give you an idea though of what’s going on in my head!

[pearlwingdraws]

Moth pin/brooch

A couple people asked me how I made this so I figured I’d just make a little post explaining it.

Before I start I WOULD like to disclose that the pin I’ve made is hugely inspired by the one by TheClosetHistorian (on YouTube) and you should definitely consider checking out her video if you want more instruction or like that format better.

I made a little graphic showing some work in progress pictures as well as materials and techniques used in the different areas. I will type it out in more detail below.

1. First draw out the shape I want on a piece of felt. Add some guide lines for different parts of the design. I layered mine double because it’s quite thin. I used an (unused) dish rag, so don’t worry about the quality of your felt.

2. I start off embroidering the “neck area”, using turkey stitch. Starting from the bottom up, I use a dark turquoise floss, then later mix in a lighter shade.

3. Next I sew on the beads. String on 5-6 at a time and then go back and tack them down with small stitches. I don’t know much about embroidering with beads, so this may not be the “correct” way to do it. The types of beads I used are size 11/0 seed beads and delica beads, as well as bugle beads and Miyuki’s Tila and half Tila.

4. Sequins. I recommend using flat ones instead of the ones I used. I work from the bottom up, trying to get a nice silhouette with the bottom layer, as this will form the outline of the finished piece.

5. After finishing with the sequins, I do some more turkey stitch around the top, so it covers up that edge where you can see the tread. Optionally you can do the whole thing with sequins if you want.

6. Next thing I did was some French knots, just above the turkey stitch in a contrasting color. This is just for some textural variety and decoration, as little “spots”. You can really add them wherever you’d like, or not at all.

7. Then I just finished embroidering the thing. Don’t know what the stitch is called, it’s just making little stitches beside each other until it’s all filled in. I did a little gradient because I felt like it.

For the legs and antennae, i also just winged it. The legs and antennae got layered double in wire and twisted before adding the beads and sequins, then I just used the very tip of my round plier to curl the remaining ends into round little “feet”. Then stitch them securely to the backside of the pin.

I finish it off with another layer of felt, this one painted with a fabric paint I happened to have lying around, both for some extra strength and to match the color scheme better. I cut little slits to fit in a regular safety pin (I recommend get a proper pin/brooch needle) and stitched the backing on with very dense stitches. Pictures below.

Extra suggestions:

If you don’t have sequins, or want a different look, you can embroider the whole thing. Alternatively you can fill the whole space with sequins if you don’t want to embroider it all. You can of course do any shape, size and color scheme, whether based on real life moths or just fantasy!

Lastly I just want to thank everyone for the love you’ve shown for this silly little bug 💖 it means the world to me, and it has really inspired me. I wish I could sell these, but I don’t think that’s really an option for me right now. I’ll let you know if that changes in the future, but until then, I hope those of you who have the interest to make your own find this helpful.

[gunilslaugh]

Gone Mad Epilogue

Lee Jooyeon Summary: Jooyeon is still a wanted man and you’re still protecting him. (non-idol au) WC:690 Warning:none

part 1 part 2 part 3

photo not mine credits to owner.

“I’d like to buy a dress.” You hardly register the voice talking, remaining focused on your work. 

“Sure, y/n come help this customer!” The shop owner called you over. You set down the sewing needle you were holding in order to go help the customer. 

“Coming!” you notified. Your eyes grow wide when you see the customer standing near the entrance of the shop.

“Jooyeon, what are you doing here?” you whisper shouted upon reaching him. You grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled him over where there was a rack of dresses. 

“Can I not come see you at work?” he asked. 

“Not when my work often had palace officials visiting it,” you scolded him. You took a quick look around your shop to make sure that there wasn’t anyone from the palace currently inside. 

“Aww are you worried about me?” He placed his hands over his heart. 

“Jooyeon don’t play games. Seriously, you shouldn’t be here.” You take another paranoid look around the shop.

“Relax pretty.” Jooyeon grabs you by your shoulders. “You’ve seen the wanted posters. Those idiots have no idea what I look like,” he laughs. 

“But if a palace knight comes in here I’m sure they’ll have no problem recognizing you,” you voiced your concern. 

“If a palace knight walked in here I’d kill him in an instant,” Jooyeon states. 

��Jooyeon please?” You begged for him to take this more seriously.

“Ok, ok. I just wanted to see some of the dresses you made,” he told you his real reason for visiting your shop. 

“This purple one, and this blue one, this one too,” you pointed out some of the dresses you made adorning the rack. “Most of the dresses sitting over there are mine too.” you pointed to a stack of dresses sitting towards the back of the shop. “They’re not all done yet,” you added. 

Just then you hear the chime of the bells on your shop’s door and the sound of metal rubbing against one another. Your heart drops. You looked over the top of the rack and saw that a palace knight had entered your shop. Quickly you shoved Jooyeon behind some rolls of fabric. 

“What are you doing?”

“Be quiet!” you instructed him. 

“I’m here to pick up the countess’s dress,” the knight said. 

“Of course. Y/n where are you?” your shop owner called out for you. 

“There’s a door in the back. Go while I distract them,” you whispered to Jooyeon. He nodded at you. 

“I’m right here,” you came out from behind the rack. 

“Good. Where’s the customer you were helping?” the owner asked. 

“Oh, he said he wanted this dress.” You pulled off your blue dress from the rack. “But he asked if I could add a lace layer around the outside of the skirt.” You grandly gestured around the skirt area of the dress to keep both the shop owner and the knight's attention while Jooyeon quietly crept to the back of the shop.

“It’ll cost him extra,” the owner said sternly. 

“I informed him,” you say. The shop owner nods. 

“You said you’re here for the countess’s dress?” you asked, turning to the knight.

“Yes,” the knight answered. 

“Great, I'll go grab it. It’s in the back,” you informed. You went to the back of the shop where you met Jooyeon who was standing by the door. 

“What are you still doing here? I told you to go” you sigh. Jooyeon leans forwards and presses a featherlight kiss to your lips. 

“I didn’t get to do that,” he explained. 

“Well now that you’ve done it, get out of here,” you shoved him towards the door. 

“Ok. You don’t need to be so rough. Meet me at our spot later?” he checked. 

“Yes, I’ll see you there. Now go,” you ushered him out the door. Jooyeon chuckles at how protective you are over him, but he really does appreciate it. It makes his heart feel warm. 

You’ve never thought you would be so protective over a man who is technically a murderer, yet here you are. Perhaps you and Jooyeon had both gone mad.

part 1 part 2 part 3

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[yumeren]

hi, Lyra! hope you’ve been doing well and don’t mind me popping in and asking this (dear god i need to go to bed… i will after this hopefully sends!)! but ya girl wants to learn (and totally not have an excuse to play around in canva more! XD) something new! i know how to make dividers (<- makes so many of them she doesn’t know what to do), but how do you make your cute little graphics like your Hysilens one you made? they’re so pretty, and i’d love to know if you don’t mind sharing hehe! ;) thank you for answering and have a lovely day! sending hugs n’ kisses, mwah! >u< 💜✨

HI AIRIIIIII MWAH MWAH MWAH of course i don’t mind sharing! i will have to go looking at your dividers i LOVE dividers >:)

i don’t use canva ever basically, i personally recommend working with photopea; i love having in-browser photoshop casually for free (it’s here). if you work with more files than png, jpg, and gifs it’s very very nice. this all applies to canva but for clipping masks when you edit layers, iirc it’s just a right click + selecting “mask.” or maybe it’s from the dropdown menu. same process but i think photopea is easier for the process despite looking more Intense...

the starting point is pretty simple. i pick a character + basic theme + go hunting for transparent images. for the sake of this we’ll stick to the herta but use diff images between canva and photopea. i am usually pretty lazy and make good use of other people providing transparent renders but i will do it myself if a must (i know people like removebg and the adobe express tool is pretty nice after running some tests on it myself)

starting from this render by @/hoyo-transparents we go from this:

to this!

sorry this is. so very long i am not sure if this works on mobile, either, but i’ve heard thru the grapevine that ibis paint works really well for a mobile alternative but i haven’t tried it myself !

step one: pick all your images (you will probably overestimate how many you need, but for my sanity we will stay pretty slim with frame and two pieces of decoration)

my theme is (thee) herta, using the frame above (i like to get my frames from this site but you can find tons on tumblr under the rentry frames tag if you don’t want to navigate a site in russian), and the theme is still pretty loose but i know i want to use the little rabbit really badly (from here) and it’s easy to theme herta around stars so we’ll stick kind of with that!

right now the canvas looks like this (good god):

right now it looks very bad but i’ll fix this.

step 2: add base for your clipping mask

without herta/with herta. YOU WANT THIS LAYER TO BE BELOW YOUR FRAME!

to make a new layer in photopea you click on the little post it highlighted by my cursor hanging over it right now, to the right of the little folder image! once it’s made, you can drag the layer to where you want it; for my clipping masks i am Lazy and just use the bucket tool to fill the “empty” space but photopea bucket tool is kind of hidden.

along the top interface bar you will see a series of settings; make sure you have sample all layers toggled on!

right click on your layer you want clipped to the solid color and select “clipping mask,” and now we have this:

now i go find the full herta art and drop that layer between my clipping mask and transparent so there’s a background that isn’t my blob of color lmao. once the two are lined up it looks like so:

you can put any background you want behind the transparent of course, so long as it gets clipped to your base too, but i like how the official art looks so here it is...

step?? 3???: play around with parts of the image “peeking out” over the frame; in this case, i think i will only include herta’s hat to save me a little bit of time.

duplicate your transparent layer (and unclip it!) then move it to be above the frame layer. now it should look like this once you erase the bits you don’t want (in this case it was very easy because it was basically just her sleeves, and if i overcorrect on the layer by erasing too high, as long as her hat is still in tact, it’s all good)

congratulations, this was the hard part! everything from here is truly just a lot of fiddling.

step 4: gradient map/adjustments

i like to add gradient maps to keep a certain color scheme, but you don’t have to. and if you’re thinking “oh my god this is horrific,” there’s lots of f2u psd colorings on tumblr already! searching “psd coloring” will bring up a lot and i’m gonna use this coloring (ravens feather by @/cheshiyrra to make the process of adjustments much faster). download the psd and open it in a new window, and it’ll look like this:

(i know i need to name my files better good lord)

anyway, right click on the folder you see here (almost always they get grouped this way in psds, it makes life MUCH easier, thank god) and select “duplicate into” and select the project you want to drop it in! this is easiest when you have relatively not that many windows open

now herta looks like this!

gradient maps are very, very easy. while you have the folder layer selected, go back to the bottom from 100 years ago when we added a new layer from the clipping mask, and instead select the circle half filled and half empty to the LEFT of the folder icon. the third to last option for “new adjustment layer” is gradient map! i start with grayscale usually.

if you click on the little gradient ^ bar you can edit the colors as you wish! at that point it’s purely your tastes and what you think looks best. but now herta looks like this:

from here, toggle visibility back on for your other layers and move things around until you like how it looks! then you end up here! i usually export as a png from here and then open it in clip paint studio because i like how its watercolor edge border effect looks best but that’s all personal preference.

um. this may look like a long intensive process but it’s really not very intensive once you learn the basic steps. 90% of the process is making tiny changes to be honest 😭

sorry this is disorganized JFNKDSJFDSN i can answer more specific questions if you need, but there is no right way and playing around is truthfully 99% of the fun!

[stayandot8]

Defrost

Genre: angsty mess

Relationship type: idol!chan x reader

Important Contents: Thank you Jellybean. I hope this lives up to it. It's short but...eh...

WC: 1.5k

Part Two l masterlist

This apartment had dropped ten degrees since he left. No matter how much I turned up the thermostat, it was always freezing. The winter months had been the hardest, when no amount of layers would help. Bundled in several coats all day long and curling up on my couch with a hot mug was starting to become a habit, the norm. The frost of the previous night was slowly but surely starting to melt from the early spring sun.

Christmas time had been the worst. My family asked every question that was certain to rip my heart out all over again. A slew of ‘where’s Chris?’ or ‘when is Chan getting here? I’m excited to meet him’ everywhere I turned, impossible to escape. My mother had to intervene, the angel that she was. I couldn’t bring myself to answer their attacks, knowing no answer would suffice. I didn’t even have one myself, not really.

That night was a bur. All I could remember was my emotions taking control of my brain and my mouth. A flash of you’re home late again and I didn’t realize I had to answer to you and words coming out faster than either of us could think first about the repercussions, all things neither of us meant. Bitter tones, angry words, and a slammed door later, I told him I needed space. I didn’t mean months, but months I was given all the same. And then, he stopped completely. That was when I missed him the most. But by the time his calls and texts had faded, I was too late. 

So now I was alone. Alone to face every holiday family gathering, every unbearable question, alone to fix this vice grip on everything good. Nothing helped. Not the condolence texts from his friends that had become like family while I was so far from mine. Eventually they stopped too, to be ignored at the bottom of my contact list. Sometimes I thought I missed them more than I missed him, but then I would find something of his left over in my pantry or bathroom and that thought would disappear faster than it came. 

Today was no different than the past several months. Mug in hand and staring at the several books on my coffee table that I had started and left unfinished while trying to sleep. I couldn’t bring myself to pick one up, my favorite glaring at me from the center of it all. The comfort of the familiar pages was doing nothing for me. Nothing that used to bring me comfort from that time in my life, the need to find other things just another pressing matter to go to the top of the list.

Another thing to add, another day to get through, another passing hour to fill with menial tasks that mean nothing in the grand scheme of the pit that had become my life. Each day was the same, any day I wasn’t working was just looking forward to the next time I went in for something to fill my mind with. I believed the thoughts of him would die down eventually after all this time but they only dulled in how vivid they came back. Now they were just getting blurrier and fuzzier, details not coming in their entirety until I slept and my subconscious snuck them into my dreams. Then they came back in full force. 

What I wasn’t expecting was a text from Hyunjin with a video attached. 

Hyunjin: This is how it’s been. Please come home. We miss you.

The video was from a lower vantage point, clearly taken without the subject’s knowledge. The subject being my ex boyfriend, sitting at his desk at their studio and seemingly looking at the screen but not moving. His back was to the video so his face was hidden underneath the shadow of his hood pulled up. 

“Chan-hyung?” A voice called from behind the camera. The hooded boy didn’t move, still staring at the screen. “Channie-hyung?” A few seconds passed, the image still the same, then the video ended and the picture of my ex was still on my palm-sized screen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. It was the first time I’d seen him since he left. It was like I was still there, in his presence. I was sure if I just reached out, I could touch his shoulder and he would smile at me, like nothing had happened. Everything would be fine.

I couldn’t bring myself to click out of the video, so I just continued to stare until the screen became a blur and my cheeks were wet. I thought I couldn’t cry anymore, but as with everything lately, I was wrong. I hugged my phone to my chest and curled up against my couch pillow until I drifted off, chased by dreams of when my life was simpler, everything felt right, and I was in love.

*

My love was waiting for me, standing with his hands in his pockets, swaying to some song playing in his head and watching the people go by. His denim outfit was unusual but a welcome change to his wardrobe. The boardwalk was loud tonight, a carnival happening around me as I walked to him. The lights are bright and chatter even louder. Children walking around with cotton candy and all kinds of fried foods. I would have to convince him to try one with me, which wouldn’t take much. He always listened to me when it counted. 

He was looking around expectantly. He had his closed-lipped smile on and his eyes were shining, from the reflection of the lights or something else that made my feet so light I was surprised I was still walking on the old wood. He was waiting for me, I just knew it. He was right there in front of me. If I could just get to him…

But the closer I got, the more he stayed at the same distance. Still waiting, still eager. I was walking, I knew it, but my feet weren’t moving. I looked down to see my feet now having some sort of gravitational pull of their own. I was lifting with all of my might, baffled by how this force had suddenly come to be, but it was no use. I glanced up to find him to call his name, somehow get his attention. But he was no longer leaning against the railing where I had spotted him. No, I thought. Not again. 

I open my mouth to call his name but no sound comes out. My throat is empty of words, empty of air. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

My voice is lost. I am helpless. He is gone.

*

When my eyes finally cracked open, the tears I had cried in my subconscious broke the barrier into the real world. The trail of dried tears now made wet again. It was one thing to cry in my dreams, or nightmares, but for them to cross over and be made real…

I sat up, the moonlight now peering through my blinds. My empty cup sat on the table, as lonely as I felt. I was tired. I was so, so tired. Tired of being alone, tired of running from something I wanted. I wanted him back. I needed him. I couldn’t deny it anymore. 

But it had been so long. Would he want to talk to me after all this time? Would he even have my number still? Was he trying to move one, but was unsuccessful?

Like me?

I moved my feet in the ground, finding a solid footing and relieved to feel no extra pull on them . It had been such a vivid dream, the beginning looking so familiar. One of our better days, that carnival was so fun. We both had eaten so much funnel cake that we got sick when we got home. Whether it was that or the four rides we went on after that, I didn’t know, but it was the first time I had the opportunity to take care of him for once. He didn’t let me very often, but seeing him lying on the bathroom tile awakened something in me that I couldn’t ignore. After that, I took any chance I could to do for him what he did for everyone else. 

I missed that. 

There wasn’t much else to do now. I could either stay in this place of severe depth, or do the one thing I knew would fix it. One of two things would happen: he would answer or he wouldn’t. I would have my answer either way.

I felt that familiar pull of gravity. Not on my feet but on my arms. And in the other direction. Before I could think too much, they were bringing the phone to my ear. It rang and rang and rang, going to voicemail eventually. I waited until the beep and said the only thing that came to mind. 

“I miss you.”

And that was it. I hung up and left my phone on the table, going to my room where I could pretend I didn’t just do what I did. I ended up leaving it there all night long, trying to ignore it and drowning out my thoughts with mindless television and movies of peoples’ lives that felt much less complicated than mine. 

*

Chan: I miss you too. 

[theoats99]

Simon's Gift - Simon Kelleher

Summary - After a hot and heavy night Simon gifts you something, an epi-pen.

Note - I wanted this to be short and sweet, but I'm beginning to believe I'm incapable of doing that! This ended up being longer than I wanted, but I really love how it turned out.

I'm at Simon’s house after school. And we predictably are all over each other, his hands are pawing at my exposed thighs, having already stripped each other of most of our clothing. I’m moaning under him as he mouths my chest, moving his hand into my underwear to work over my clit. The action causing more sounds to come from me, he moves back up to my face and kisses me.

“I have something for you.” He breathlessly says, and it takes me a moment to even register what he’s said to me, the pleasure clouding my mind. 

“Don’t you think whatever it is can wait?” The pleading tone in my voice makes me cringe, Simon looks smug above me though. He’d never stopped moving his fingers on me, he moves them lower to my entrance and dips one inside. 

“You don’t want your present?” His voice is mocking, I shake my head back at him, unable to form any words with him working me over from the inside. He adds another finger and I feel my climax coming, like a hot wave rushing towards me before he stops. The whine that leaves me is almost embarrassing.

“Why did you stop?” I ask him, almost beggingly. He chuckles as he removes my own underwear, discarding them to the floor. He takes the second to discard his own as well, it at least relieves me that he seems just as frustrated. His member is red and twitching, he sinks to his knees in front of me. His mouth is on me before I know it, Simon had grown more confident in oral since Valentine’s, he’d practically become an expert. His fingers go back inside working on me again, between his fingers hitting that one perfect spot inside of me and his mouth and tongue working my clit I’m teetering the edge again. And again he pulls back, I feel so wound up I could punch him, and I strongly consider it as an option.

But I regain my composure and rise to my knees, grab his wrist and pull him to the bed so that he’s laying down. 

“You’re a little impatient today.” He’s mocking again, but I can’t find it in me to care. I’m frustrated, he’s ripped me from an orgasm twice now, I feel so wound up I could cry. 

“I want to try something different today.” I watch his pupils dilate, as he tilts his head at me. “I want to try riding you.” His breath hitches, he licks his lips. 

I go to kiss him and he returns it eagerly, with one of my hands on him we continue like this for some time. It’s one of my favorite things to do to Simon, stroke him while kissing him. I get to feel every hitched breath, every moan or groan, and watch his face. Simon really is so pretty I think to myself as we pull apart for air, my steady strokes on him have him breathless, head back and eyes closed his lips are parted slightly with uneven breaths leaving them.

I let go of him, get up from the bed and go to his desk to grab a condom. I have to stifle a laugh when I hear him whine in my absence. Once back I rolled it onto him and mounted him. I think about something I’d seen in videos, where the girls would grind on their partners before having them inside. I remember thinking how sensual it looked, another layer or foreplay, so I grind my hips against him.

Simon groans, grabbing my hips. I can feel him between my folds and with each movement of my hips upwards I feel the tip of him against my clit. Looking down at Simon he looks wrecked, hot flush across his cheeks, following his eyes I follow them to where he and I are nearly connected. He’s watching it with every move of my hips, once I stop me snaps his gaze to my face. I lean down to kiss him, it feels different like this, me on top of him. 

Once we part I lift my hips up and slide him in, this is the first time I’ve been on top and the feeling is so different. I can feel him more in this position, it stings like it had on our first time, once my hips connect with his I stay there. I can feel how tight I am around him, how he twitches inside me, everything feels elevated. Simon’s hands are still on my hips, gripping them more harshly now. 

“Are you okay?” He breathes out, I run my hands from his stomach to his shoulders and nod back to him.

“It just stings a little bit again.” He nods back, I plant one hand on his shoulder and the other lower on his chest where I can feel his heartbeat. It’s erratic, bumping quickly against my palm. 

I move my hand from his chest to his shoulder, I use his shoulders as an anchor. Using them to move more evenly, Simon’s hands on my hips move to my ass grabbing each cheek and guiding my movements down. I want to take control, I move my hands from his shoulders and move them back to his thighs. I lean myself back a little, having Simon's hands on my behind is helping me keep the rhythm as I bounce on him. It feels better up here with my posture straightened, he’s hitting the magic spot in me with every thrust, I feel fuzzy and light. 

We’re both panting messes by this point, I feel myself get closer to the edge and Simon can see it. Or rather maybe he can hear it in my voice, each moan and whimper coming quicker, he moves his hands from my ass and runs them up my back to my head. He runs his fingers into my hair and pulls me down to kiss him, my arms now on either side of his head. 

I feel myself lose momentum, Simon doesn’t seem to mind as he wraps his arms around my torso and ruts into me. He’s rougher than my own movements had been, I break the kiss and hide my head into the nook of his neck, the pleasure becoming almost blinding. His name slips out over and over again coarsely from my lips. With each moan of his name his hips snap a little harder against me.

“I want you to come, please.” His pleading tone is what sends me over, my vision going white as I bury my head in his neck, shaking on him. He’s not much longer, with a moan his arms tighten around me and I feel him pulse inside of me. 

We stay like that for some time trying to regain our breaths, I break away this time. Separating our overheating bodies from each other, pulling myself from him to lay next to him on my stomach. I stretch my now sore legs out and close my eyes for a minute, I feel movement and figure it’s just Simon taking care of the condom. But then I feel something hit my back and I snap my eyes open, I grab the small item and examine it.

In a small plastic tube is an epipen. I sit up in an instant and stare it over before looking over at Simon sitting on the bed, back against the headboard with his discarded sheets placed over his lap.

“This.” I hold the offending object up. “Is what you wanted to give me?” He searches my face for a moment before nodding. I of course knew about his allergies, but Simon always carried at least one epipen in his bag at all times. 

“I obviously have extras, and we’re nearly always together. I thought it would be good for you to have one with you too.” He seems nervous, I on the other hand feel overjoyed by the gift. Simon has said he loved me, but this showed it. He trusts me with his life, this epi-pen could save his life. I’m in my head staring down at the object for a while when he speaks again.

“If you don’t want it you don’t have to take it.” He sounds dejected almost, I whip my head at him and shake it.

“No! I mean I do want it, but honestly I don’t even know what to do with it, like if you had a reaction I wouldn’t know what to do.” I ramble off, he relaxes at the confession and taps the bed next to him. I crawl my way up the bed to join him under the sheet, he gently takes the pen out of my hand. 

“Okay so the first step is to remove the pen from the case.” He lifts the cap and slides it out. “Then look at the window here, if it’s cloudy white then it’s expired, if it’s black then it’s already been used.” I nod my head along with him watching intently. “Then always blue to the sky, orange to the thigh. Once you need to use it then take the blue tab off and press it really hard to the side of my thigh. You need to press hard then when you hear a click you need to keep it pressed firmly to my thigh for three seconds.” He finishes explaining it to me and puts it back in the case, then hands it back to me. 

“And that’ll save you?” I ask, gently taking it back from him. 

“Yes and no. The epipen will slow down the reaction so yeah it’ll save me in an emergency. But I still need to go to the hospital and get treated for it.” I nod along.

“When was the last time you had to? I mean when did you have your last allergic reaction?” He looks over my face for a while, almost like he’s debating with himself.

“It was a long time ago, me and Jake, who was my best friend when we were kids. Jake proposed the idea of a prank where I’d eat some peanut butter and he would use the epipen in time. It really wasn’t even funny looking back at it, when I was in the hospital my mom was so pissed. She cursed Jake's mom and told her that her son was insane for doing it. But I did it too, so he wasn’t the one to take all the blame.” I listen intently, looking over his face. 

“You were kids, and well kids do stupid things.” I laugh, he seems distant as he thinks back on it. I have so many questions I want to ask him, but it doesn’t feel right to prod about his relationship with the school's most popular student. 

“Yeah, I don’t know. We stayed friends for a while after that. But after elementary school he changed and we stopped being friends.” He explains more.

“What do you mean he changed?” 

“He just got popular, everyone really liked him. And everyone did not like me, he was always outgoing and I was much more okay with being left alone. So we just stopped being friends.” I frown.

“I’m sorry Simon.” He looks over at me and shrugs, with his trademark grin.

“It’s okay, I met Janae in middle school and we became friends. Then we started About That and now people really don’t like me.” He laughs.

“Well I like you.” He laughs again.

[blizzardtheartisticfox]

Fur Tail PSA (Sort of)

So I’m going to start this post off by saying that I was horribly uneducated and I regret my decisions. I bought a tail for $20 at a con and I assumed that vendors were nice and would give care instructions for those buying real fur tails (idk what brought my faith in humanity up so high it’s back in the gutter), so I thought this $20 con tail would not be real.

Turns out it pretty much definitely is, and I am now pretty sad because I really don’t think it’s ethically sourced, purely based on the fact the seller barely said anything when they gave it to me. I was too excited to notice. Either way, if anyone could give me more information on what condition this tail is in and maybe what animal it comes from it would be greatly appreciated.

For anyone seeing this in the future:

Don’t buy a tail without researching or at least looking at it closely!!!

Here’s a few points I learned:

The top/base of a real tail is thinner than the middle

Tails sometimes have an opening at the top where you can see the leather or fabric the fur is attached to. If this is a thick leather then it is probably real

The fur pattern on real tails is often inconsistent, and each individual strand will likely be a different color. This isn’t a dead giveaway that it is real but a perfectly consistent pattern (if patterned) is probably fake.

If you can’t see the fabric at the top of the tail, see if you can look through the fur to see what it’s attached to. If you can get to the leather it’s attached to it’s either fake or in bad condition (I’m pretty sure). If it‘s attached to fabric or mesh then it’s fake.

Look at the fur itself while digging through it. Many real tails have a fluffier undercoat that is shorter than the layer at the top.

If the fur itself is shiny (especially an undyed tail) then it’s probably fake. Real fur is usually matte.

Real fur tails can be dyed!!

You have to have an eye for it, but apparently real fur tails move more fluidly than fake ones.

Real fur does not all move in the exact same direction. It still usually follows one flow, but it can be tilted a bit.

Price is apparently not an indicator and many unethical tail vendors will sell their real fur tails as faux fur tails.

If I got anything wrong or you would like to add something, please reblog with constructive criticism and additions.

Also, again, I’d love to know what animal my tail comes from.