#create create create & these drawings take me a long time (even though I draw like crazy😆) so to just have them be a one-day thing…idk…

[lukazade]

I stripped this back to before all the effects and stuff bc I gotta stop hiding behind effects lmao

Just gonna vent (?) think out loud (?) here for a second.

I guess I always feel like I'm lacking a lot. I do my studies and I work as hard as I can to understand colours and lights but there's an element of feeling like I'm behind everyone else as an artist, because there's no guiding hand telling me where exactly I'm getting it wrong. Like, why does everything always look stiff, why do I struggle so much to emulate "light" and "shadow" and stuff like this. I tend to throw on a lot of effects over the top because I'm embarrassed by my lack of technical skills, even though I know it actually makes the art too noisy and even detracts from the point. I just.. you know, I want to improve, but I always feel so ashamed and start adding things after I'm finished, like the art I produce just isn't enough.

I know if I time travelled back even just one year, my past self would think "WOAH" and be amazed by the progress I've made, like, I can draw things I just couldn't at the time, but man.. it'd be nice if I could feel that way about what I create right now. It's hard to feel dissatisfied with work that isn't even bad. I think my art is charming, even. And I've only been drawing properly for like 3 (whenever I made my previous account, which I THINK was 2022 but might even have been early 2023) years anyway so WHY am I pressuring myself so bad. Art is forever, art takes a long time, OBVIOUSLY I'm nowhere near to mastering the craft. SMH you know. SMH.

I'll continue to improve, and try to cut back on effects a little bit, but who knows, maybe I'll just find a better way to incorporate those effects into what I make haha

Here's the lines as a freebie for listening to me lmaoo

[myokk]

It's a clear, beautiful summer's day, the type of day that starts out bright and full of birdsong, that ends looking up at the stars and the moon while crickets chirp and fireflies show soft bursts of light. When the air is warm and full of life and the smell of hot grass and lavender and honey permeates everything.

The whole summer had been like that, really. Running outside with abandon, chasing each other through the tall grass deliriously happy and lying down in the fields surrounding their village, watching the clouds float by while they eat cucumber sandwiches. It's the summer before their first year at Hogwarts; the Sallow twins know that their life's about to change and are determined to enjoy their last summer of childhood.

Maybe they're too old for this sort of thing - they are eleven, after all, but both of them know that this summer is a turning point for them and they want to cherish every moment for as long as possible. Their parents have been encouraging them, often sending them out for the whole day, piling journals and ink and quills and picnic baskets full of food in their hands, encouraging them to research and be curious about the world around them as they had always done.

This day, however, their parents are almost eager to push the twins out of the house. Their mum's smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. Sebastian feels nervous about this, but doesn't realize why until much later, when the memory is analyzed and remembered during his dreams. (definitely not while awake). When they leave the house in the morning, she makes sure to kiss each of them on the cheeks which she normally never does and Sebastian pushes her away in disgust, much to his future horror. In the moment, all he can think is that he might still be holding on to the last moments of his childhood, but he's too old to be kissed by his mum.

(but now, Sebastian doesn't know if his memory is faulty and he is adding moments that never actually existed in the first place. the mind is a tricky place)

He never allows himself to think about these halcyon days, the perfect-until-it-wasn't summer before they went to Hogwarts; this day in particular is forbidden to remember. His unconscious mind rebels against his iron will.

They spend the morning looking for the fairies that Anne had dreamed about the night before. She's convinced that it's a prophetic dream and they march around in circles in the little copse of trees - a forest to the two children, who haven't really ventured out of their village - as Anne tries to remember where she had seen the fairies in her dream.

Sebastian is happy to follow her even if (maybe especially if) he thinks it's a futile adventure - what else are summer days for?

They're in that strange junction between childhood and adolescence; desperate to just grow up already and become the people they were always meant to be, and yet just wanting to spend their days being kids, without a care in the world.

"Come on, Sebastian," Anne calls to him, a tiny stream gurgling between them. In one hand, she's holding the map that she drew as soon as she woke up; in the other, boots stuffed with her stockings.

Sebastian huffs as he trudges behind her, arms full with their bags, his shoes, and the picnic basket. Anne had offered to help him carry things, but he refused on principle. Their dad is always doing small things like this for the women in his life, and Sebastian wants to be just like him.

Anyways, Anne has her own role as the leader today, and it won't do to have her bogged down.

And he's eleven, more than old enough to carry everything.

He steps through the tiny creek, mud and slush squishing through his toes, and he smiles. There isn't anything he loves more than being outside, except maybe being outside with a good book.

"Keep your eyes peeled for a tree with a knobby trunk, with lots of knots that look like faces," Anne tells him, glancing over her shoulder, then turns her face back to her map and scrunches up her face. "In my dream, the fairies lived nearby."

They spend the rest of the morning continuing their fruitless search, laughing as they walk in circles, then set up their picnic in the field next to their house.

"What do you think Hogwarts will be like?" Anne asks, a dreamy look on her face.

Sebastian doesn't look at her when he answers. He lies back and stares at the clouds. They've already had this conversation hundreds of times since their Hogwarts letters arrived, both of them have their parts memorized. "Amazing. I can't wait to actually be able to use our magic instead of just reading about it."

Anne rolls to her side and props herself up on her elbow, getting a better look at her brother's face. With a smirk, she says, "I think I'll like Transfiguration the best. I can't wait to be able to turn you into a -"

A huge noise interrupts her before she can continue. Sebastian sees the confusion in her face before he truly registers that something has happened. It's like everything's moving in slow motion and all he remembers clearly whenever he dreams of this day are his feelings of confusion and disbelief and the smell of fire.

There's a huge explosion and the air is full of smoke and he and Anne are scrambling up, the picnic blanket tangled up around their bare feet and -

Hand in hand they run in the direction of the huge black smoke that is billowing up. It coats the air - they can't see anything and the smell of burning fills their noses and the smoke fills their lungs and they're coughing coughing coughing -

Sebastian doesn't want his sister anywhere near the blackened husk of their former house but he is also terribly afraid to be alone. They stand in the middle of what used to be their house, blackened half-walls, charred wood that used to be their table, the old couch they read on every night, it's all smoldering, all gone, the thick black smoke making his eyes water and choking and smothering everything in its wake. His mind can't comprehend what he's seeing. Everything is so familiar and yet so wrong.

He doesn't know how long he and Anne stand there, clutching each others' hands like they are a tether to reality. Which, he supposes, they are. They might be there thirty seconds, ten minutes, one hour, an eternity...

Then, neighbors are running to the twins, coughing, covering their faces in the crooks of their elbows as they conjure blankets with their wands and wrap Sebastian and Anne up and drag them out of what is - was - their home.

This part is always hazy. Sebastian can't remember if he cries. Or if he even says anything. He just stands there with Anne, the smoke thick and oppressive as it pours out of their house. Everything is crumbling apart.

(A hand gently caresses his scalp, fingers light and reassuring as they dance through his hair)

Their neighbors try their hardest to salvage what they can. The daguerrotype that their mother had cherished more than anything, taken a few years before, miraculously survives. Sebastian stares at it, the tiny figures moving and laughing and smiling as though everything is perfect. He wants to throw it and break it or maybe rip it up to shreds but he can't bring himself to do anything but stare.

Their father's wand is also shoved into Sebastian's hand, unscathed. It was found just outside of his father's curled fingers, lying pristine on the ground as if mocking the destruction that it caused.

At some point, their Uncle Solomon, who they've only really seen once a year growing up, shows up with a loud crack and tears through the rubble, tears carving wet tracks through the soot on his face. His voice goes rough with desperation and when he walks up to the two orphans, he is almost unrecognizable.

As if in slow motion - maybe an after-effect of the curse that has destroyed their lives is that the air has turned into molasses - Sebastian watches his uncle stagger over to them. He looks much older than Sebastian remembers.

Later, when Sebastian looks at his reflection in the mirror of his new home, the boy staring back at him also looks much older than he remembers.

Before It Felt Like A Sin, Chapter 14

[hencheri]

— dior girl

▸ 18+ mdni.

When Park Sunghoon wants something, he gets it no matter how hard it can be. He's not scared to get his hands dirty. If he had any morals, maybe he'd consider his obsession with you getting out of hands, but he has absolutely no morals.

| pairing. designer!sunghoon x fem!reader

| warnings. dark!sunghoon (he's not a good person lol), implied legal age gap, alcohol consumption & mention of drugs use, mention of gain weight, manipulation, corruption, violent sexual thoughts, unprotected sex, anal play, dacryphilia, aftercare because yes sunghoon's a sadist but he still has a heart.

| wc. 7.5k

| a.n.: repost from an old blog. pls forgive me for how lengthy the smut is (or thank me)!!

His studio is his sanctuary. It's the only place where he can spend hours without even noticing the moon setting or the sun rising. In his studio, it feels like time doesn't exist or that it's just a futile detail that doesn't have much importance.

When he's creating a piece, nothing around him matters. The only things he's willing to give attention to are the placements of the needles on the fabric, the little lines that form the pattern of the clothing, or the way his scissors cut through the satin material of the dress he's working on.

He's thought about this design for so long and he finally got the opportunity to make it. He's thought about the colours of the dress and of the seam, about the length of the hem and the sleeves, how deep the neckline should be and if lace would be suitable.

He doesn't even recall how many sketches he's made of that dress. At some point, it was consuming his entire mind, the only thing he could draw and think of.

Now that he's finally making it, he has the feeling that it's going to be the best piece he's ever created. He already sees everyone talking about it, saying how much of a genius Park Sunghoon is. It's going to be the design of the year—of the century.

He still misses something, though, and it might be the most important part of it all. He needs a model, the perfect body to wear his piece and present it to the fashion world.

It can't be anybody, it must be someone who's confident, who always has their head up and radiates elegance and sports a unique beauty.

Sunghoon still hasn't found this person. He constantly searches for them, but never finds them or when he thinks that he has, he discovers flaws he cannot unseen.

All the Dior models are great, but not enough. They don't spark anything in Sunghoon when he watches them strode down the catwalk. He's checked upon the apprentices and the newer models the company has hired, but he saw no one extraordinary.

Until today.

He hears steps against the wooden floor of his studio, entering the place without knocking. 

"Ah, there he is!" A manly voice exclaims and Sunghoon immediately recognizes it as his friend's, Soobin. "I have someone to introduce you."

Sunghoon raises his gaze up from his working table and looks at Soobin who's accompanied by a beautiful, young woman. He's then suddenly interested, contrary to usual where he never really cares about the many girls Soobin brings, claiming each one as the new phenomenon of the fashion industry.

When Sunghoon turns around, he eyes you up and down, barely glimpsing in Soobin's way. It's all it takes, one simple glance and he knows you're the one he needs—the one he wants and has to ruin.

Soobin introduces you both and when your name is pronounced by the man, sounding so charming and delicate, he's certain you're the model he had been waiting for since a long time.

You seem shy, arms locked behind your back, but you stand up straight and have a polite smile drawn on your face.

"I thought maybe you'd like to get to know each other, right?" Soobin raises his eyebrows in Sunghoon's direction. "Everyone's fond of her," he smiles and pats your back, encouraging you to speak up.

"Thanks," you smile back at Soobin before glancing at Sunghoon who still hasn't looked away from you. "I'm a big fan of your work, Mr. Park. You've inspired me to become a model."

The way you say his name has his cock twitching in his pants, filthy thoughts of him spanking your butt as you cry his name invading his mind.

He can sense your vulnerability, your willingness to submit. Who would he be to deny you that? Him, who is so eager to dominate the ones he's attracted to, so eager to break but also repair them.

He knows it when someone's fragile, hiding their weaknesses under fake confidence. He doesn't know you, but he recognizes the pattern almost instantly. What can be broken can also be repaired and you're asking him to break you.

"I'm glad to hear that," Sunghoon says politely, a slight smile tugging on his lips. He's not the type to smile—stretch the corner of his mouth upward to imitate the person in front of him, he finds it shallow. But for you, he'll do it, just so you trust him, so desperate to give yourself to the opposite sex. 

"Park, you were wondering who'd be part of the fall show this year," Soobin begins, looking at you like you're the most irradiant ruby in the world. "Well, you have her in front of you." 

You chuckle softly at the man's words, nodding your head at him and then looking at Sunghoon as if waiting for some praises.

Sunghoon faintly smiles, seeing your eyes glimmering and he curses himself for not finding you sooner. You'd have been his by now, his to praise, his to kiss and fuck. His to destroy. But he swears, if he happens to break you, he'll gratefully keep you safe close to him.

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"Careful," Sunghoon softly says as he catches you up before you can fall to the floor. You let out a high pitched laugh, as if all of this is a big joke, and push him back with a hand on his chest.

"I'm fine," you answer, shrugging him off with a flip of your hand. You stagger from left to right, leaning against the wall when you almost stumble. You laugh it off again, halting your steps.

Sunghoon looks at you with a cringe expression, eyeing the people behind, sporting worried looks on their faces.

You all went out after the show; models, designers, directors, stylists... everyone. It wasn't your plan to get drunk, Sunghoon knows that because you're not supposed to drink alcohol during your diet. A glass from time to time isn't so bad, but your consumption clearly surpassed just a glass tonight.

It's not really your fault, though. Technically yes, since you're the one who swallowed all of the wine, but you had a little help.

A little help from Sunghoon himself.

When you weren't looking, he poured more alcohol in your glass and to his satisfaction you noticed nothing and gulped everything down. Sure, you got a bit suspicious, wondering how you had only drank so little when you remembered swallowing more than that.

But Sunghoon assured you it was only your first glass, so you drank, and drank, and drank... 

Until you were more than tipsy.

You've received nasty looks from your colleagues, especially the other models who weren't drinking a single drop of wine, and yet, still weren't awarded with the status of the 'face of Dior'. How ironic that the drunkest girl in the room was the face of Dior and the little protégée of Mr. Park.

"I'll... I'll bring her to our room, you can go out without us," Sunghoon announces, watching you sit down on the floor in the middle of the corridor.

"Will she be okay?" 

"Of course. I'll take care of her."

He waits for everyone to be gone before he gets you up from the floor and leads you both to your hotel room. When you're in the room, he sits you down on the bed.

You don't say anything as he takes off his jacket and loosens his tie. He crouches down in front of you to remove your heels and he does the same with his shoes, leaving them by the entry.

When he comes back, he sees you quietly crying, the features of your face contorting into a sad expression. You've slightly sobered up, harshly coming back to reality, realizing how much you've embarrassed yourself tonight.

"What did I do?" You ask, looking up at him with teary eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

Sunghoon sits down beside you, lifting your head up with his index under your chin and his thumb over it. "There's nothing that can't be repaired," he states in a soft voice, so low it sounds like a sweet whisper—a secret, a confession only you know. "Right?"

You sniff, wiping your tears away. You nod your head in agreement, slightly reassured, hoping Sunghoon will fix your mistakes. 

"Shh, baby, shh," he softly murmurs, cradling your head in his hands and gently laying your face against his chest. You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tighter.

He strokes your hair delicately, placing a sweet and warm kiss on the top of your head.

Someone as vulnerable as you contains a lot of emotions. He has to deal with them, which doesn't bother him at all. He wants you the way you are; sad and pitiful.

"Everything's going to be fine," he promises, but it's not entirely the truth. Not everything will be fine, though it'll be in the end, he thinks—he hopes.

You eventually pull away from his embrace, just enough to look at him. It seems like you're searching for something or maybe waiting for something, your eyes desperately staring at Sunghoon as if his simple presence will make all of your problems go away.

You throw yourself at him and kiss him on the lips, fingers pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. He reciprocates it, knowing you like your kisses sloppy and messy, wanting Sunghoon everywhere on you to remind you that he's always there.

You bring him closer, wrinkling the material of his white shirt between your fists, moaning and whining as your teeth clash together at how roughly you kiss each other.

Sunghoon breaks your exchange first, both catching your breaths. His eyes observe you quietly as you look at him like you're still waiting for something.

"Did you do what I told you to?" He questions you, referring to your conversation of a few days earlier when you came to his studio to try on his dress.

You were a bit stressed out, putting on the clothing like you were scared you'd rip it. He still remembers the way the satin was sliding up your body, hugging your waist and ass perfectly. 

He was baffled at how incredibly well it suited you as if he had made it exactly for you.

And maybe it was made for you, after all.

Because when he saw his creation on you, he knew you had to wear it for the runway. It has to be you, he'll accept no one else.

Sunghoon will make you walk the runway wearing his dress—the last time you'll ever step on the catwalk. After that, he'll keep you away from the rest of the world. He'll refuse anyone to see you because you're going to be his.

His forever.

"Yes," you nod your head, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Tell me what you did," Sunghoon softly demands, holding your chin in his hand, mouths inches away from each other.

You're too shy to say it out loud and that's why he wants you to tell him. Also to be sure you did everything correctly, but mainly because he wants to see you embarrassed.

"I prepared myself for you..." you begin, holding eye contact even though you feel your face heating up just thinking about all the things you've done per his request. "I... I used lube both on me and... the toy," you continue in a shy tone, so low Sunghoon wouldn't hear you if he wasn't so close.

"Where on you, sweetheart?" He interrupts, wanting each detail, each little thing you normally wouldn't have done if it wasn't for him. 

You swallow, "On my ass, Sunghoon," you answer in a whisper. "I stretched it out for you, using the toy like you told me," you finally admit.

"Good girl," Sunghoon purrs. "Let me see it then."

You proceed to strip off of your dress, now used to be nude in front of him, and slide your panties down your thighs, discarding them away on the floor. 

You get back up on the mattress and position yourself on all fours close to the edge of the bed. Sunghoon stands up and goes behind you to have a closer look at your ass.

His veiny hands pull your cheeks apart, revealing your rim to his insatiable, sadistic eyes. You glance over your shoulder, curious of what he has in mind and what he has prepared for you. 

You softly gasp when he spits and lets the globe of spit drip down between your asscheeks, rolling over your puckered hole. You clench around nothing, relieved to have his attention, to finally feel his hands on you instead of the usual touch of yours. 

He sees that your ass is a bit more loose than the last time he saw it, but it still clearly needs more preparation to welcome his girthy cock—though it's not like he cares that much if you're prepped enough or not. 

He passes his thumb over your tight muscle, circling it and smearing his saliva over it. He wants to fuck it so bad, destroy it and do unbelievably violent things to you. Should he tonight? Should he show you his dark and evil side? 

He's choked you before—smacked your ass hard till you felt your skin stings, overstimulated you to the point your orgasms were just spasms passing through your body, fucked your throat while you were drooling all over yourself, and tied your legs and wrists together to restrict your movements. 

So fucking your ass can't be that bad, but the thing is Sunghoon wants it to be bad. He then wonders what would happen if the line is ever crossed. Would you endure it, would you defend yourself? Would you shut the fuck up and take it like you're asked to?

But you trust him so much—with all of your pathetic being—and he thinks you'd let him cross any lines he desires to. He probably already has crossed multiples, and being the poor girl that you are, you said nothing.

You truly are extraordinary. 

He gives a slight slap to one of your asscheeks, groping both of them after, feeling how soft and tender your flesh is. "You did good, sweetheart," he comments in a honeyed voice, "how about we play with it a little?" 

He lifts up a brow at you and you nod sheepishly, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. "Yes..."

"Great," he says in a low tone, running his hands one last time over your ass before going to take something from his suitcase. 

"What is it?" You question, your curious eyes landing on the small object he's holding.

Sunghoon brings the object to you, something made of metal, the end having the shape of a cone and a pink gem placed on the top. "A gift for my princess," he replies, opening the bottle of lube he brought as well. 

He applies some lube around your tight hole and on the butt plug, and carefully pushes the head of the toy in your ass. You gasp softly, feeling it slowly stretch you, sinking in gradually as Sunghoon holds your cheeks apart.

"Feels good, Sir," you moan, arching your back and pushing your butt closer to Sunghoon. 

When the plug is all the way in, the pink gem peeking out between your two globes of flesh, he smacks your other cheek, leaving his stinging handprint on you. 

"Is that so, dirty girl?" He wonders, gripping your hips and colliding his hips with your butt, sensing his bulge pulsing under his pants. "You like it when your little ass gets stretched out?" 

"I like everything you do to me," you say with a content sigh, pussy clenching around nothing as your ass gets used to the small butt plug. 

Sunghoon genuinely thinks he can't find better than you. You were so shy in the beginning, looking like a lost puppy wherever you went. You just needed someone bigger and older to show you the way—though you were too dumb, and still are, to realize he was leading you to the wrong path.

It's not like you seem to mind, anyway. 

After all, you both got what you wanted; you, male attention, someone to rely on and be protected by, and him, a woman to break and keep with him forever. 

He lets go of your hips to unbuckle his belt, pulling the leather material out of the gold loop with the luxury Dior logo on it. He lets the two ends of the belt hang off, not bothering to remove it completely, and tucks the fly of his pants down.

He finally frees his cock from the confines of his boxers, springing up and slapping his stomach, the bit of pre-cum escaping from his tip dampening his shirt. 

"You're so good to me, princess," he praises as he wraps a hand around the base of his engorged cock, aching and begging to be nestled in your cute little pussy. 

His head pushes at your entrance, never fully entering, only teasing your hole and stimulating all of your sensitive nerves. He watches how his cock stretches your cunt, your walls expending to receive his bulbous tip and then closing down when he pulls out. 

"Sir, please, want more," you beg him, pushing your ass on him to have his dick back in you. You let out a little whimper when Sunghoon holds your hips in place, stopping you from wiggling your butt side to side against his thick cock. 

He hums and slaps your ass harshly, your skin burning after. "Want my cock in your needy little pussy, baby? Is that what you're crying for?" He asks, teasing even more by swiping the head between your pussy lips, a string of your arousal sticking to his angry tip. 

"Yes," you say back quickly and desperately, arching your back, literally presenting yourself to Sunghoon. "Been so good, don't I deserve it, Sir?" You softly murmur, still looking over your shoulder to see his gaze fixated on your quivering pussy, cock head sliding up and down over your sex. 

"You do..." He responds distractedly, licking his lips, his fingers touching the pink gem peeking out from your ass. You're always so good and obedient for him, he even wonders if you ever did something that genuinely pissed him off before. 

When he really sinks in, his head passing the barrier of your sweet pussy, he groans deeply, feeling your walls envelop him tightly. 

He bends his back over yours, running his hand up your spine, feeling all the little bumps of it until he reaches your neck and shoves your head against the mattress. 

You whine when he starts pounding into you, his girth stretching you out so well, leaving you panting and moaning loudly. His other hand holds your hip against his dick, fingers digging into your skin, leaving permanent marks on your body.

He already sets a hard and rapid pace—fucking is never soft or loving with Sunghoon, it's violent, long, and agonizing. It's a way to be himself, the real and dark version of himself he hides in public, and releases when he gets intimate with you. 

You surprisingly got accustomed to it, embracing it as if it was your destiny, the reason for your existence; to be his personal slut, the little toy he likes to play rough with. You've accepted it, like you had no other choice but to be fucked into oblivion by Sunghoon whenever he feels like it. 

"You like that, baby? Huh?" He growls, as if you're the disgusting one for liking the way he treats you, to be ravished and delighted to have his cock sliding against your walls. "You like it when I fuck you hard like this?" He repeats and grips your hair, pushing your head into the bed covers with more strength. 

You babble out something, voice caught in your throat, too out of breath to formulate a simple sentence. You then only nod, your cheek squished against the mattress, Sunghoon's hand still pushing down on your head. 

His mouth hangs open to let out heavy breaths and his eyes are focused on your face, watching the little translucent pearls fall on your face and onto the bed. Your pussy swallows all of him, clenching so tightly it has him groaning and saying profanities under his breath.

It's sick how it makes his cock so fucking hard, leaking so much pre-cum in you and twitching avidly by seeing you struggle to breathe. You hold the bed sheets between your fists, doing everything in your power to keep your ass up for Sunghoon and not slump down on the bed from the hard thrusts he's inflicting on you. 

He snaps his hips against your ass and the entirety of his length is covered in your wetness, a white ring made of your cream circling the base of his cock. 

His hand holding your head descends to your neck, enclosing it with his fingers. He squeezes a little, just a bit so you know who's in control, so you never forget Sunghoon controls you—controls your life and thoughts. 

With a grip on your hair, he brings your torso up, arched back against his chest. The material of his shirt sticks to your skin, covered in a thin layer of sweat. He continues to pound into you and as he holds you by the throat, he lewdly licks the side of your face in a long stripe. 

You shudder in desire, hair standing up on your arms. "You're my little whore, aren't you, baby?" His mouth is right beside your ear as he whispers the words to you, his lips touching your hair, damp at the nape of your neck. "So fucking compliant... You want to please me so badly like the slut that you are.”

His free hand that doesn't have a hold around your throat slides down your body, passing over your belly and reaching your puffy clit. The sharp zipper of his pants graces the flesh just under your ass, irritating your skin and making it itchy. You clench around him when his digits find your sensitive bud.

"Yes, want to please you, Sunghoon," you gasp, bucking your hips at the feeling of his rough fingertips on you. He grunts when you address him by his name, loving how it sounds on your tongue, so sweet and timid. 

He remembers the first time you moaned his name; you were sprawled across his expensive leather couch, blindfolded and hands attached together with his black tie. Intense for your first time with him, but it was also the last time he's ever been that gentle with you. 

It was when his cold fingertips graced the skin of your stomach that you let out a squeak followed by his name, said in the quietest moan. He had then stopped his movements and looked at your face, an expression of distress painted over your features. 

He had realized how frail and weak you actually were, needing your most important sense to be at ease. That's why he had blindfolded you, to show you how dependent you were on him, how impossible it was for you to live without someone to guide you. 

He pushes your jaw to the side so your lips can meet in a feverish kiss, wet tongues mingling together, drool dripping down from the corners of your mouth. He continues to ram his cock in your pussy, the sound of skin against skin resonating in the hotel room. 

He traps your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper and close your walls around him once again. Your hands grip the material of his trousers, keeping him close and holding on to something because the hard cadence of his hip thrusts push you forward, breasts bouncing up on your chest. 

"Fuck," he curses and he suddenly stops, steadying his hips against your butt. You let out a whiny moan as Sunghoon lets go of your face and hips. 

You're sad to have your pleasure ripped away from you so hastily, but you don't have the time to complain, Sunghoon slipping out of your cunt and pushing you down violently on the mattress. 

You turn around on your back to see him unbuttoning his dress shirt and throwing it on the floor, revealing to you his beautiful chest and milky skin. He gets rid of his pants and socks after, finally removing his boxers, the only thing remaining on him being the watch crowning his right wrist. 

His cock glistens in your juices, more pre-cum leaking from his swollen tip and twitching avidly against his stomach. Even though him fucking you while being all dressed and you completely bare is a way to humiliate and degrade you, he also likes to be naked sometimes. 

He loves skin to skin contact, how your bodies stick together because of all the sweat coating you. It's addicting, it's rougher and it creates more friction—more pain. 

He doesn't mind being naked because he knows how to dominate you either way. He doesn't find it embarrassing, on the contrary, it makes him scarier and hungrier. While you shiver without your clothes on, curled up on yourself, Sunghoon is imposing, his cock thick enough to split you in half. 

He crawls back to you, hovering over you like a predator that has caught his prey, boring his eyes into yours. You look at him in awe, always waiting patiently. You feel his cock against your thigh, your hole pathetically quivering—missing his size terribly. 

He sneaks a hand between your legs and reaches the little pink gem, ready to get it out. "Take a deep breath, sweetheart," Sunghoon instructs and you inhale deeply.

He doesn't waste a second, pulling out the butt plug out of your ass. You scrunch your eyes shut at the pain, exhaling when it's done. There's still a bit of lube left on it and around your ass. He carefully sets it on the nightstand, coming back to you after. 

He bends your legs over your stomach and looks at your ass, just begging him to fuck it, shining with lube and arousal that leaked from your pussy. His cock is so close to it and Sunghoon could slide right in with one movement of his hips. 

He lets go of one of your legs to grip his erection, a little gasp escaping your lips when he presses the head of his cock at your tight hole, threatening to sink in. 

"Sir," you sigh, not sure if you're ready for that. It always burns no matter how good you prepped before and he knows that. That's why he's so tempted, staring so obsessively at your rim. 

Will it hurt you? Will you grip his biceps in an attempt to dissuade him? He wants to see those tears falling from your eyes again, he wants to lick them and tastes your pain. He feels more blood rush down to his cock at the mere thought of hurting you. 

Give him all of your pain, he'll fucking take it whole and cherish it. He wants it—he needs it. Accuse him of having a sick and twisted mind, accuse him of everything you've ever been hurt by because he'll gladly take the blame. 

"I know you can take it," he says in a low tone, glancing up at your face as he applies just a bit more force. "Can you, baby?" Sunghoon asks, waiting for you to admit how much you want it, how badly you want him to destroy you. 

"Yes..." You whisper back, a long shiver running up your spine as his eyes pierce through you. 

"Yes what? Tell me, sweetheart," he demands, and it's as if he doesn't care about your response whatsoever because the next thing he does makes you yelp in pain. 

His tip has entered you, the burning sensation forcing you to scrunch your eyes shut. 

"Yes, I- I can..." you stutter and as expected, you dig your nails into the flesh of his biceps, only fair to hurt him in return. "I can take your cock in my ass."

You take a sharp breath, eyes slowly opening, all watery and painful. Sunghoon groans at that, stuffing more of himself into you. "Good girl," he praises.

He stretches you out completely, his dick in no comparison to the toys you've used on you. You open your mouth as he pushes himself in gradually, tears streaming down your face when you blink. 

The tears roll down the side of your face and Sunghoon can't help but love the sight, leaning in to kiss your face and collect one of your tears, tasting the saltiness of it on his tongue. 

"Sunghoon!" You look at him with the saddest and most hurtful eyes. "It burns," you add in a quiet voice, now scratching his back, leaving long red trails on his skin. 

"I know, baby, I know," he softly murmurs in your ear, a husky moan leaving his mouth when he's completely nestled in you, balls touching your ass. "You're so tight, fuck," he sucks a breath through his teeth, not moving until he estimates he's waited long enough. 

He gives warm and wet kisses to your neck, going down to your collarbones and pawing at your breasts, slowly starting to move his hips. You lock your legs behind his back, wanting him as close to you as possible despite the pain he's inflicting on you. 

He loves knowing it hurts you because it makes it more pleasurable to him somehow. The pain will go away soon anyway, that's why he doesn't bother to stop or slow down. You have to get used to the feeling first. 

The choking, the hair pulling, the smacks... He keeps it for the bedroom, but he won't lie that there's a part of him that wants to ruin your life, ruin everything you've accomplished so far just so he can see those sad eyes of yours and hear you ask him for help out of desperation. 

It's not even sexual, he just wants to break you, that's all he desires. Though your life is something he wants to destroy, it's more of a way to have you dependent on him after. If your career is no longer successful, your solution is Sunghoon because he's the only person in your life capable of taking care of you both emotionally and physically. 

His teeth chew on the tender skin of your neck while his hand travels all over your body, many veins popping out along his strong arm. His finger gently circles your clit to make the pain more bearable. 

His hand that was roaming over your body comes to close around your throat and he turns his head to your side, lips brushing over your temple. "Yeah, just like that, baby," he mutters under his breath, his nose pressing down on your hair as he murmurs the words to you. "Just like that..." 

A choked moan is all that escapes your mouth. His hot breath hits the side of your face, his chest heaving rapidly while you claw at his back, white scratches appearing on his shoulder blades.

He sweetly kisses your temple as he pounds into you, not tightening his hand around your throat, just holding you in place—making sure you know that he’s always in control. 

Your tits slightly bounce up and down on your chest, little whines coming out of you each time Sunghoon bottoms out. It starts to feel good for you—really good—and you think that this pleasure is totally worth a bit of pain at the beginning. 

You grip the hair at the nape of his neck and bring him in for a kiss. He accepts it, kissing you back as if he wants to possess your whole mouth, biting and licking your lips. You moan into his mouth, twisting his hair between your fingers.

He pulls away from you, his full lips glistening in both of your saliva, and places his two palms on your boobs. He feels your perky nipples under his hands, just loving how plushy your breasts are, fitting perfectly in his palms. 

He keeps thrusting in you as he gropes your tits and you bring your hands over his, looking into each other's eyes. He lets out a low groan, holding eye-contact with you. 

You feel his veins under your palms, your pussy clenching around nothing but air while you run your hands all over his arms. You love to feel his pulsing veins under your fingertips.

"Sunghoon..." You moan his name, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of his hard cock entering and exiting your tight hole. Sunghoon takes the opportunity to smooch over your neck again as you expose it to him, his lips pressing down on your throat. "I love it," you sigh pleasantly. 

He hums, the sound coming deep from his throat. He wants to hurt you, yes, but he likes it even more when you love the pain. He just knew you were exactly like him when he first saw you. He had the feeling that you needed someone like him, someone that'd push you to your limits and make you discover a new type of pleasure. 

And he was right because there's not one time where you told him to stop.

"My dirty girl," he purrs in response, bringing his lips up to your jaw. He slowly rolls your nipples between his fingertips, pinching and pulling on them. "You're stupid, but so, so good for me, baby.” 

He slowly halts his hip thrusts and he eventually pulls out of you. You gasp when he does so, already missing his cock stretching out your ass. 

Sunghoon raises himself up from you and gets out of the bed. His erection stands tall against his stomach, bouncing up as he walks to the front of the bed. 

You watch him getting away until he orders you to follow him. "Come here," he says softly and you don't make him wait. "On your knees," Sunghoon commands when you're facing him, sinking down to your knees. 

He places a hand behind your head and the other around the base of his dick, guiding the head of his cock toward your lips as he pushes down on your head. 

"Here, baby," he instructs in a low voice. "Take it in your mouth." You part your lips to welcome Sunghoon's length, his bulbous tip shining in pre-cum and your juices under the light of the room. 

He immediately moans when he enters the warmth of your mouth, his heavy cock sliding on your wet tongue. He doesn't let you have much control, pushing his dick in your mouth until your nose touches his pubic hair. 

You relax your jaw for Sunghoon, allowing him to stuff more of himself into your mouth. He looks down at you, watching at the way your lips wrap around him tightly, your eyes starting to water. 

He begins to fuck your mouth, forcing you to take him whole each time he bottoms out. He moves his hips back and forth, obsessed with the way his girth appears and reappears between your lips as he uses your mouth as he pleases. 

"Shit," he hisses when you hollow your cheeks, "you're a fucking cockslut, aren't you, baby?" He says breathily, his eyes not once leaving his cock penetrating your mouth over and over again. 

You whine around him, surely agreeing with what he said, sending vibrations throughout his entire body. He lets out a deep moan, your cheeks and eyelashes all wet because of your tears, eyes burning as Sunghoon fucks your throat roughly. 

"Stroke your clit," he manages to say between two heavy breaths. "You can get off by yourself, right? I know you're soaking wet just by letting me use that pretty mouth of yours," he mocks you, but he knows he's right. Whatever he does, your cunt is always dripping wet. 

You whimper again, doing what he told you to and sneaking a hand between your thighs to play with your pussy. You part your legs wider as you circle your clit with your finger, Sunghoon's hooded eyes lazily watching you playing with yourself. 

Your right hand is laying on his thigh while the other is operating between your legs, pleasuring yourself to the sounds of Sunghoon's moans and the feeling of his cock weighing down on your tongue. 

You do your best to breathe through your nose, swallowing around his length and flattening your tongue underneath him. Your juices drip down your inner thighs, your finger smoothly flickering over your sensitive bud.

The whole room is smelling like sex, an odour that Sunghoon can't ignore, loving it so much. Your lips glide so easily over his hard cock, completely covered in your spit and still some of your wetness, tasting yourself on him. 

"Ah, fuck," he curses, his head rolling back on his shoulders, eyes still strained down on you. He feels the familiar burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, indicating he's really close to his orgasm. "Go on the bed, baby."

You're taken aback, but you follow his order, pulling him out of your mouth and laying your back down on the mattress close to the edge. You beautifully moan when Sunghoon penetrates your pussy, bending your legs over your stomach. 

"Oh, god," you cry softly, being pounded onto the bed right away, tits moving up and down on your chest. 

His hands are positioned on each side of your shoulders, snapping his hips against yours so harshly it hurts. You keep doing circle motions on your clit, now faster and impatient to reach your high. 

You let out a high-pitched moan when Sunghoon suddenly steadies his hips over yours, dropping down to his elbows as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. "Holy fuck," he grunts, gripping the bed sheets tightly in his fists beside your head as his cock twitches in your cunt. 

"Yes, yes," you quietly exclaim, your orgasm passing through you, making you arch your back and buck your hips. 

Your pussy clenches repeatedly around him and he finally comes undone into you, shooting long, thick ropes of cum deep in you. When he slips out of you, more spurts out of his tip, landing on your pussy, covering you in his cum. 

He stays above you for some time, catching his breath and looking at the mess he made of you. 

Later, Sunghoon is in the shower, washing his hair and his body, passing a soft cloth soaked in soap over his chest. He lets the water fall over his head, wetting his black locks. He stays maybe a bit longer than normally, staring at the tiled wall. 

He thinks about you, about all the things he's planned. He revised everything in his head, imagining you walk on the podium wearing his dress, people looking at his piece with admiration in their eyes. 

He thinks about everything that will go down for you after the show, getting fired, losing your career and your fans. Many articles talking about your excessive use of alcohol and drugs, saying how tired and sad you look beside Sunghoon. 

You won't last long, you're too weak anyway. A downfall like this is unconquerable, nobody recovers from that, and surely not a model who will be thrown out of the industry as soon as you turn twenty-five. 

Sunghoon knows the industry, he's been in it for years now. He's aware of how cruel it is, how difficult and harsh it can be on fragile little girls like you. 

But that's why he's here, he'll take care of you once nobody will want you anymore. That's the goal, after all; you to be finally his—solely and completely. 

"Sunghoon?"

Your voice reaches him, turning his head in your direction, seeing you hesitantly entering the shower with him. He opens his arms, inviting you to come closer and you do, hugging him and laying your head down on his wet chest. 

"I love you, sweetheart," he softly murmurs against your hair. "I'll never leave you, you know that, right?" 

You nod your head, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. "I love you, too."

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The runway went incredibly well. Celebrities and journalists were all gathered for the fall show, totally amazed by every design and the models that were wearing them. 

But there was one specific piece that everyone was willing to say was the best. 

Sunghoon was satisfied to see that his name stood out amongst everyone else's, being mentioned more times than Dior itself. He predicted it; it was the creation that every guest remembered, the dress that the fans were only talking about. 

He'd take all the credit, he was the one who imagined it and then sewed it after all, but he has to admit that you contributed to the fame a lot. 

Being the beloved face of Dior only made people talk more about it and that was what Sunghoon needed. 

But every good story has an end, doesn't it? 

When Sunghoon comes back to his apartment, the place is silent except for the TV playing, as he thought it would be. You're looking through the window, the city draped in the dark, splotches of bright yellow light flashing in front of your eyes. You're sitting on the sofa, not even acknowledging his presence as he enters, getting rid of his shoes. 

You're not much of a talker since you've been fired from Dior a few days ago just after the fall show. He understands your wish of remaining silent, needing a bit of space to process everything that happened the past weeks in your head. 

It was going to happen soon or later anyway. You've been to your photoshoots completely drunk, sometimes just going in with a hangover, but of course it didn't help your case at all. 

Sunghoon was guilty for letting you drink alcohol so soon in the morning. No need to deny it, he was even the one dropping you off at work like that. Well, he had to do it if he wanted people to notice how far you've fallen. 

He doesn't feel bad, though. Your career wasn't going to last with or without Sunghoon's sabotage. He did you a favour. 

You can't handle being a model. If you could, none of that would have happened. You wouldn't have gained weight, you would have been suspicious of the amount of calories Sunghoon was feeding you. The bottles of wine wouldn't have been so tempting and smoking weed wouldn't have ever occurred to you as a good idea. 

You shouldn't be ashamed of it, sometimes things just don't work out like we would have wanted them to. 

"Did you see the article they wrote about me?" You ask, still looking outside. "You surely did, I bet that's all they're talking about..." 

He sits down beside you and you eventually turn around, facing him. You care so much about what others think of you. It must be so tiring having such a low self-esteem. He can only imagine it; seeing you look through the window like a sad puppy, your life finally making sense when Sunghoon comes home. 

"I did, but nothing of that matters to me," he answers, the most honest he's ever been. And even if he had to lie, it's not like you wouldn't have believed him. You always trust whatever he says. 

You don't reply, your head still filled with many thoughts. 

"Hey, come here," he softly tells you, patting his thigh. You straddle his lap, setting your hands on his shoulders. He cups your chin, forcing you to look at him as you keep avoiding his gaze. "Whatever they say, whatever their name is, nothing will ever be more important than you." 

Because who is he if he lets some article affect the way he sees you? He's known you since the beginning of your career and he stayed till the end of it. 

He knows you better than everyone else. He was with you during your highs and lows and he'll still be there for the next ones. There's nothing in the world that could make him leave you. After everything he's done to have you, there's no way he'll go away. 

How cowardly of him if he does. He can't leave when he's promised he'd heal you—close all of your past wounds and create other ones. He may be selfish, but there's one thing that he isn't and it's a fucking liar. He sticks to his words, and when he says he'll never leave you, that means he'll never, never abandon you—he'll never leave your side, not even once. He can't risk it.

[kurapikapikachuu]

Is that a labewbew??

Genshin men react to the hideous thing you carry around Labubu

Characters included: Albedo, Alhaitham, Childe, Cyno, Dahlia, Diluc, Kaveh, Kazuha, Kinich, Lyney, Scaramouche, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Xiao

A/N: I wrote this at 3am because I had a nightmare abt these fckers.

Albedo

• Would not be phased hes seen Klee with enough plushies to even wonder if its remotely special.

• But on his arrival to Mondstadt after a long week in Dragonspine, he suddenly sees them everywhere and is a little confused.

• He goes to find you with a wild look in his eyes and begins to question you about it.

• Is disappointed with your lackluster answer that its just a toy.

• But when he realises you adore it that much he begins on his new experiment - a Labubu no one else could ever own, made purely by alchemy.

• He really wanted to dissect one just to see if he was making it correctly but you started to get upset so he left it.

• He did a good job though, and you now have a Labubu made from alchemy! It's safe to say you never envied another limited edition Labubu ever again

"These... Labubu's. What is it that draws you towards it? Is it the texture of the fur? The roundness of the eyes? I must say, I'm intrigued. Can I be granted permission to dissect one of them?"

Alhaitham

• Isn't phased by it but will see it as a sign of low IQ - he wont tell you that part though.

• As long as its out of his eye-view he's okay with it.

• Is a little disappointed in you for falling for typical consumerism culture but he has money to fund it so its fine.

• He doesnt exactly like the aesthetics of it, so make sure you dont leave it laying around cos he might just accidentally hide it under the couch.

• When you cry abt it being lost, it would magically reappear.

"You know, you should read up a bit more on the modern day tactics of consumerism. Its really interesting. Do you want me to go through it with you?"

Childe

• Loves it, how could he not? He's the greatest toymaker salesman in all of Snezhnaya!

• Will fully support your addiction and fund it.

• Blind boxes who? He buys the bundle set. And if hes missing a special limited edition, hes more than happy to buy it off a reseller who charges 5x the original price.

• All your Labubus are dripped out in personalised clothing.

• Will buy extras just for his siblings.

• I can honestly imagine him naming each of the 50+ labubus you both own, treats them like your children.

"We can't just 'get rid' of them, those are our children! We're just going to have to build a new room for the extra storage"

Cyno

• He isn't one to judge because he understands his own addiction to TCG cards is somewhat similar.

• At least that's how he rationalises your liking towards the gremlin looking fluffs.

• Regardless, he will support it, fund it, and study the sht out of it - like i'm talking the ins and outs of the value of each Labubu.

• He uses every single connection he has to locate whichever Labubu you are seeking and will treat it like a mission.

"I have the goods. They took some time and effort to acquire, but I assure you, you will Luvbubu it"

Dahlia

• Will call you out in the middle of a crowd and point at you saying "is that a LAFUFU?!"

• You clutch onto your obviously-not-Lafufu and shoot him the nastiest glare whilst he stifles in his laughter.

• Every time someone mentions your Labubu he'll tell them its a Lafufu just to rile you up and create some drama.

• Will snatch it away from your bag in any given moment and take it to the church to 'bless' it. But really he's just using surprise baptism to launch it into the sky.

• Thinks its hideous but will bear with it because he loves you.

"May the winds of Barbatos carry you far far away" -he says to the Labubu

Diluc

• Looks at you, looks at said 'Labubu', looks at you again. Sighs.

• He really doesn't see it. He doesn't understand either, or what's cute about it... but he sees that it makes you happy and that's all that matters.

• He notices you have many and that you colour coordinate them with your bags so he tries to get one for you as a surprise.

• He doesn't realise that the picture on the blind box doesn't mean that that's what he's gonna get so he gets quite frustrated.

• Starts to understand the process a little more and gets worried because you've obviously been roped into a gambling addiction.

"If it makes you happy, so be it. I wont complain when I see a smile on your face"

Kaveh

• Absolutely disgusted by it. No. Not under his roof. You left it on the shelf in the living room as 'decoration' and he wont let you live jt down.

• He walks up to the shelf daily and takes a good look at it. Like a REALLY good look at it. Still, nothing.

• He stomps over to you with a different blind box and points to it dramatically - spoilers: it was a skullpanda.

• Will give you a whole presentation about how they don't fit with the aesthetic of the house and tell you to keep it in your bag and not on the main shelf.

• He wont throw it away though since he knows its ridiculously over-priced and since you bought it with your own mora, so he would feel bad.

• Somewhere along the line (after many months of staring into that Labubus soul trying to understand) he grows a bit emotional and places it back on the shelf.

"If you're going to collect decorations, please chose ones that actually have some design to them. I beg"

Kazuha

• Doesn't mind it at all and he's even more smitten with you when he sees you with it.

• The first time he saw one hanging on your bag he reached out to it thinking it was a cat plushie

• Turns out it had bulging eyes and a huge grin - he started to giggle at the sight.

• He looks back to you, you were a little embarrassed but were relieved when he said he found it adorable.

• Will start to notice them in all his travels and will smile fondly because it reminds him of you and well, home.

• He will buy a box for you from every country he visits.

"Here, they're from my travels. I'm sure they each have a story to share - they've come a long way, after all"

Kinich

• Strangely enough he really likes it.

• He thinks the designs are nice and the colours are vibrant.

• Ajaw seems to diss it every chance he gets but seems to quieten down when he sees you pick one out dripped out to look just like him.

• That itself made Kinich a big fan.

• Kinich wore it on his belt around his tribe once and the whole community began talking.

• Next thing you know, everyone in his tribe is rocking a Labubu and Ajaw suddenly doesnt feel special anymore.

"Its nice. I think it pairs well with my clothes. I want to thank you for this gift, and for shutting Ajaw up, even if it were just for a moment.

Lyney

• Is a little confused but chuckles... like one of those awkward ones.

• It doesn't really matter to him though because hes madly in love with you, and whatever you love he will also learn to love (even if it kinda gave him nightmares).

• He has to give Lynette a lecture about speaking badly about the Labubu because she almost told you how hideous it looked.

• Lyney would use them in his tricks sometimes and make them 'disappear'. He wished he didn't have to make them reappear, but he wanted to keep you happy so whatever.

"For my next trick, we will say goodbye to a well loved, slightly overpriced, 24k gold... Labubu!!"

Scaramouche

• Disgusting. Don't even try bringing that foul wretched creature near him.

• He'd take that Labubu by the throat and crush it. To put salt in the wound, he'd drop it and stomp on it.

• This is all done right in front of you by the way.

• If you start crying he'd probably give you another reason to cry.

"Show me one of those ever again and you might not see the light of tomorrow"

Tighnari

• Isn't particularly fond of it but he is curious as to what type of species it was meant to resemble.

• Likes how it has fur on it and comes around to appreciating it when you bring him a Labubu with his fur colour.

• Will keep it safe in his room, with its face turned away from him.

• Tells the rangers that its a 'rare' one and they all seem to be jealous now so he walks around with his chin up with a little smug smile.

"That's very sweet of you. I'll make sure its safe from any harm"

Venti

• "A.... LaWAWA What?!"

• Absolutely loves it

• He gets the name wrong everytime but he absolutely loves how funky and ugly they look.

• Will buy everyone he deems a good friend one.

• Might even hand them out for free during the Windblume festival honestly it makes him that happy.

• You're starting to think he might like them a little more than you now - even if he knows absolutely nothing about it.

"Dahlia tells me the shop over there sells Lafufus, which are fake Ladudu's. Let's stay away from them for now"

Wanderer

• He doesn't like it at all. Just looking at it pisses him off.

• And when you joke that it kinda looks like him he doesnt speak to you for almost a whole week.

• He would hate it even more when he starts seeing them literally EVERYWHERE, like he cannot escape that gremlin even if he tried.

• Lowkey jealous of it cos you have that thing attached to your hip, it follows you every second of every day.

• Will try to snatch it off your bag and chuck it away, or at the very least, give to Durin to 'play' with it (he's lying your honour, he knows very well Durin is still new to his powers and may accidentally burn it)

• When you start crying about your lost Labubu he'll start to feel bad, especially when you say you bought him a matching one with a hat that resembles his.

• He'd blush and take it, even if he couldn't stand it. Wouldn't keep the thing dangling in his bag though, he'd keep it inside his bag. So whenever he was at the akademiya, reaching for his books, he'd have a reminder of you.

• Don't worry, he'd get your 'lost' Labubu back.

"Aw sweetheart, Durin didn't mean to burn your ugly doll. Did you, Durin?" Durin, sniffling, obviously been set up but doesn't know: "I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to..." He knows you can't be mad at Durin, so its a win-win

Xiao

• He is so confused.

• He sees you with that doll on you everywhere you go. He watches you from afar every so often, after all. He notes that even when you have a different purse, that thing manages to stay there.

• At first he thought it was an amulet of some sort, to ward off evil. But then with that creepy looking face... he started to think it may be it was the opposite - that he needed to vanquish it

• Would snatch it off of you mid conversation and stare at it for a while. You gasp when you realise he was holding it and he looks to you suddenly - almost as if he's the one spooked.

• You burst into laughter and explain to him it was just a doll and his cheeks grow pink

• He says that its face is "unsightly" but buys you another on the rare instance hes in the city.

• Might even create you a Labubu, its way cuter and smaller but its actually an amulet to ward off evil (since he's still worried).

• He'll chuck a talisman inside the damn Labubu for good measure too since you insist on keeping it with you.

"I was just worried... it looked like it could be a vessel for evil, that's all."

[kianamaiart]

Hello! I’m trying to make a pilot of my own to submit to a studio to make a show. Problem is.. I can’t draw, let alone animate, and I’m broke. But I want to make an animated show from the bottom of my heart. What would you recommend is the best way to pitch a show and find volunteers to make a pilot?

Most pitches just start as loglines, scripts, or concepts if that helps. Just play to your strengths. Long answer ahead

This is one of the number one things I always tell students when they're making a portfolio and also why I didn't fully animate my pilot. I've had so many folks who are trying to get into storyboarding show me animatics from their portfolio that they edited themselves. Unless it's an action scene with very specific timing, or if the artist is also a skilled editor, I'd rather just click through a PDF. If the editing is bad, I'm gonna be distracted by the editing and not view the board properly. It takes away from the actual skill you're trying to showcase. Showing more often creates more room for error and makes your weaknesses much clearer.

I'm not a great animator and I knew that if I tried, it wouldn't come out the way I wanted and all the inevitable errors would have been distracting (it also would have taken FOREVER and would be expensive if I tried hiring other folks to help me with it). But I know that I'm good at storyboarding so I stuck with that.

All this to say, you don't need to create an animated pilot to pitch. There are so many different ways to pitch and get your idea out there. In most cases the pilot is made in development if the studio likes your idea anyways. If you truly have no money, just use the skills you have at your disposal. Unless you're 1000% sure that a fully animated will help your chances and that you can find other people with the skillset to execute it, I wouldn't do it.

But if you DO really want to do it, ask artist friends or people you trust to help out. Most of the people I worked with for my pilot were friends who, even though I offered to pay, helped pro bono. If you don't have artist friends, you can post open casting calls on socials, but make sure to be super up front about it being unpaid work, COMMUNICATE, and also write contracts. If you're working with strangers, having a set agreement that states that you will be using their work to pitch will help you avoid potential legal issues in the future.

That's my 2 cents! A fully animated pilot is a 2+ year commitment AT LEAST (if you're lucky). I'd just do what you're good at and fill in the gaps when you actually get a development deal

[danganronpadespairtime]

As you may know, Chapter 2 of Danganronpa: Despair Time has finally concluded, after a long 3 years since the end of Chapter 1. Thank you to the staff members who made this possible and thank you to everyone who has stuck with me during this long journey! I was very nervous about a lot of things, so I hope that chapter 2 has been received well.

This is unfortunately where I have to talk about some bad news. DRDT is going on hiatus. In fact, it will probably be quite some time before I even begin work on chapter 3. I know this is probably disappointing news for many, I am terribly sorry. I will talk about some of the reasons behind why.

I felt as if there was a lot of mixed response to this chapter. Please know that I take your complaints seriously, I want to produce a work that can be enjoyed by everyone. In truth, I have no experience or education in writing or producing, and I do not even consider myself a "writer" or "producer." This is the first story I have attempted to write. I hope you can acknowledge that it is a long learning experience for me, and be lenient with the amateurish first work that is full of flaws. Even though DRDT has become a popular Fangan, it doesn't mean that in turn I have become an experienced creator. Because of my lack of experience, I have little confidence as a creator. When fans are dissatisfied with something that happened recently in DRDT, I worry about how they will respond to future episodes of DRDT. It is difficult to maintain faith in the decisions I make and I keep second-guessing myself, worrying about how something will be received. Working on chapter 3 in this state is too difficult.

I am also burnt out from working on DT. Even though it was once possible for me to draw multiple sprites in one day, now it is a struggle to even make a single sprite of a small face modification. Nearing the end it was difficult and painful to draw such things like the execution or closing argument. So it will probably be a while before I am even capable of writing or drawing for the DT main story again.

TL;DR: I don't foresee myself even beginning to work on DT Ch3 (including bonus episodes) for a very long time. I apologize for delivering this disappointing news. With this in mind, I will be working on and posting things that are not DT CH3. Some of this will relate to DRDT and some of it will not. I ask for your patience as I continue to create and gain experience as a creator. I hope that you can support these works too.

Thank you again to all those who have supported me and enjoyed my work. Please support the amazing staff who worked on DT as well, I am eternally grateful for their work. If my work was able to inspire you or move you or bring you enjoyment even a little, I would be happy.

[afloat-at-sea]

I’ve had ‘sorry, we’re closed’ swimming in my head for a while now so honestly these were initially inspired by that game – at least like loosely. In any case, it was perfect timing for me to insert crk right back into everything I do!!

(more art under cut btw)

right SO I didn’t mean to make this a full fledged AU but they’ve been so fun to draw and that plan went immediately straight out the window. I don’t have a name for it yet but I do have a lot of disjointed ideas I’ve been throwing together 🤷 🤷

in any case I’m placing angels and demons as like a fun aesthetic foundantion for the whole AU but I don’t super want to rely or base it on too many preexisting religious contexts. feels more fun this way. I’ll come back and make a tag for this when I’ve named it

+ more AU brainstorming :)

I’d imagine the beasts and ancients would still be each other’s counterparts in this but it’d be much less about the souljams and more about balancing each other out. let’s say we’re talking about shmilk and pv; they’d have a back and forth spreading deceit and truth. the closer they get to each other, the more they settle somewhere in the middle. knowledge after all is not that cut and dry. I also think they would probably be in charge of widespread knowledge as a whole. the way it’s kept, distributed or skewed. pretty big responsibility but they have their whole existence to learn to get it right

it’s a process. they’re not close immediately or even on speaking terms for a long while. I’m sure shadow milk doesn’t make it easy to be. without the souljam being a plot point, things are a lot more about resenting being replaced. being discarded and tossed aside with no second thought and then a shinier, prettier thing taking his place. they’re meant to guard each other, make sure the other doesn’t go too out of line.

shadow milk is typical shadow milk so I’d expect beast-yeast eps 7-8 would most likely still happen in some form or another. it’s only after that that they even begin to try and mend whatever grievances they have with each other. for pure vanilla it’s pretty much the motivations he has after he’s awakened in canon, for shadow milk it’s about being stuck together. hold your friends close and your enemies closer type deal. plus he’s debilitatingly lonely. I don’t think some grand romance would happen anytime soon. give these little freaks another century or so to work on it. eventually I do believe they become pretty inseparable though.

+ ALSO I still think beasts would have been made with their powers and purpose there to begin with and ancients would have to prove themselves worthy kind of closely to the way they would in crk.

plus I’d like the ancients to be a little less benevolent in this. they’re flawed people regardless but I think inherently being placed in a role that was created to hold someone else in line would do things to people. esp if said people want you super dead

that’s as far as I’ve thought up. I’d love to sit down and properly brainstorm about how the rest of the cookie world would function under the beasts and ancients

[lolnothankyouplease]

clark finding out reader has powers and she’s been working with the flash and he just gets mad because he trusted her to know about his superman identity but she didn’t tell him about her identity, and she doesn’t understand why he’s so upset which creates tension and an argument to where they don’t speak for like two weeks but then they talk about it and then have make up sex 😇

this got… dirty. i’m ovulating, sue me.

CW: MDNI 18+, piv sex, oral sex (f!receiving), come play, unprotected sex, fighting, make up sex, face sitting, mind control

“it’s about trust!” clark turns on his heel in your kitchen, leaning against your counter and crossing his arms over his chest, “i trusted you enough to know about me.”

“clark, you trust everyone. i can’t take those same risks i’m not superman,” you reply, trying to close some of the distance between you, “i can’t tell everyone.”

“but barry gets to know?” clark snaps back, “he’s basically just your coworker and he gets to know? but i don’t even though you’re the- you’re my- even though i love you?” you watch tears well up in his eyes. that’s the first time he’s said that.

“clark..” you take another step toward him, “it’s not a big deal.” you mean it to be comforting, but it doesn’t hit him that way. clark pushes past you, grabs his coat and slams the door behind him, leaving cold, emptiness in your apartment behind him.

-

two weeks go by without so much as a superman flyby outside of your apartment window.

you know it must have been hard for him to find out that way, freshly post-subduing a rock creature that was stomping around an office building roof, but you don’t know why he doesn’t understand your need to conceal your identity for as long as possible.

but you do get how picking up an unconscious fellow meta human, trying to resuscitate her, just to see she’s your girlfriend, could be difficult on a man. even one as strong as clark.

you remember opening your eyes to his face, blue eyes and that one curl falling down from otherwise slicked back hair. you were relieved initially, only to see the wave of betrayal cross clark’s gentle face, twisting it into something you didn’t recognize.

two weeks and the feeling in your chest has moved from a crushing pain to a dull lonely ache. you miss him. more than you want to admit to yourself.

so, when barry gets a call he needs you on, and you show up to the scene to see superman already having taken care of the threat, you get desperate.

you use just a little bit of mind control to direct clark into an alley where you can speak to him.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, “i know you feel betrayed, i know i should have told you, but i was terrified of someone knowing this part of me. especially someone like you who would really… understand.”

wordlessly, clark scoops you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest, “i love you. i want to know all of you, that’s why i got so upset.”

“i love you too, clark, and that scares me more than anything,” you admit, “and i’ve seen some shit.”

clark laughs softly, “i know, baby, me too.”

-

that evening, clark’s back in your apartment, cooking in your kitchen, where he belongs. he slides a dish into the oven then drops the oven mitts, sets a timer, and turns around to press you against your pantry door. he kisses you deeply, one hand finding your waist, the other finding your jaw. the kiss draws a moan from you after a moment. clark presses his body into yours further, making the kiss a little wetter and messier. you stay like that for a while until clark pulls back to let you catch your breath. “i need you inside me,” you whine.

clark nods and leads you back to your bedroom, kissing you in between steps. he sits on the edge of your bed and pulls you to him by your hips. he stops kissing you only to get your top off. you breath hitches when he slides his hands up to brush his fingertips over your bare nipples. “i wonder how good this could be for you if you used your mind control on me,” clark says, looking up at you with a smirk on his face. “not tonight, i want you to do what you want with me,” you reply, tugging on the hem of his shirt as an unspoken “off”. clark obliges, taking his shirt off and slipping your pants and underwear off of you in exchange.

clark lifts you gently to make you straddle him, “i want you to sit on my face, pretty girl.” you moan again at that, “okay, yeah, whatever you want.”

clark guides you to straddle his face after lying flat on your bed. you lower yourself down with his hands pulling gently on your hips. the first swipe of his tongue makes you dizzy. he groans under you, pulling your hips down onto him further. you start to grind a little like you would teasing him when you ride his cock. that makes him groan again, lips finding your clit to suck for a moment. then he starts to lick, suck, and kiss you like he was made for just this.

“baby, i’m close, please don’t stop,” you warn him before coming on his face, hips jerking. he holds you steady and keeps licking through it. you try to pull away but he makes a dissatisfied sound and keeps moving his mouth. “oh my god,” you gasp, “baby uhh,” you moan. everything is so sensitive, but he’s making it feel so good. after your second orgasm atop his face, clark lets you go.

you roll onto your back, panting. your legs are still spread and you know how messy you must look. you catch your breath after a minute or two and open your eyes to find clark propped up on his elbow, watching you.

“i want to come on your clit,” clark whispers. you moan and close your eyes again, “you can’t just say stuff like that, clark.”

“you admitted parts of yourself that you don’t show anyone to me, this is me doing the same.”

“you’re admitting to me that you’re an eater and you want to come on my clit?” you laugh softly, “how long have you been hiding that, superman?”

clark frowns at you, but there’s an amused glint in his eyes, “it’s my secret identity. horny bastard. i sit around and think about you and how to make you come for half the day sometimes. it’s a full time job.”

“well don’t let me keep you from it,” you put your hands up in surrender and clark stands up, getting his pants off faster than you’ve ever seen. “you can get inside me until you’re ready if you want,” you say, spreading your legs a little further. the sight laid out in front of clark is obscene. you, wet from his spit and your own slick, spread open for him to take however he wants. clark pumps his hand over himself twice then pulls you to the edge of the bed by your calves, wrapping your legs around his hips before pressing into you slowly. your back arches and clark takes the opportunity to get his hands on your nipples again, making you moan, open-mouthed and desperate.

clark starts to rock in and out of you at a slow pace, letting his cock drag through you so you can feel every inch, “feel so good, sweet girl,” he moans. his hands make their way from your tits to your wait to your hips as he picks up the pace over time. you watch his face as much as you can in your fucked out state. when you see clark’s brows start to furrow, you remind him of what he wanted, “come on my clit, baby. pull out and make a mess.”

clark listens, pulling out almost regretfully and starting to stroke his cock while tapping the head on your wet clit. “oh fuck, clark, i’m gonna come too,” you gasp, not expecting to be able to finish again. clark watches as you come, clutching the bedsheets under you as you gasp and moan. clark finishes moments later, his come flooding the area around your oversensitive clit.

clark collapses next to you on the bed, pulling you in to hold you as close as possible, “i love you.”

“i love you too, clark. every part of you,” you seal your words with a chaste kiss to his lips.

[brawberryz]

⎯⎯ㅤ Digital Girl

Batfam Yan! × Scene! Reader

| Platonic |

Note / English is not my first language / M.list

A / N | I don't know much about scenecore so this is just a very superficial view, if there are any mistakes please correct me (|||´Д｀) !!

TW / Yandere behavior, obsession, violence, toxic relationships, manipulation

Headcanon | How would they react to a scenecore batsis?

Character | Dick Grayson | Jason Todd | Tim Drake | Damian Wayne | Bruce Wayne

⎯ Bruce Wayne ★

He'd be surprised the first time.

Don't take this the wrong way, it's just...well, he's pretty new to all of this.

He tries to be an understanding father, but I feel like he'd be the kind of father who'd say it's all a phase; he just hopes this phase of yours doesn't last too long.

He's not a strict father (well, maybe a little, or maybe too much), but he wants you to understand that it's best for you.

He wouldn't like you to wear too many bracelets or bangles on your arms because he's afraid your skin would get irritated or leave marks.

He'd never forgive himself if something happened to his baby.

If you tried to dye your hair, his hair would be a big no-no.

He'd only let you dye your hair if you begged him all week and told him to let him choose the color and let him dye your hair.

There wouldn't be any problems with your way of dressing, although it would depend on how colorful and extravagant your outfits are.

Most of your family tends to wear dull, muted colors. You could only occasionally see Dick in a brightly colored shirt, but most preferred duller or less flashy colors.

That way, you'd definitely draw a lot of attention with your outfits.

If you two ever go to a gala, he WON'T let you dress like that. Look, he doesn't judge you (even if he does).

But he thinks you should find another, less flashy "style." He loves you the way you are, but sometimes he wishes you were as obedient as other young people.

He's afraid that at some point you'll become rebellious and escape his complete control.

He should, no, he needs to control everything about your life.

Even your style of clothing. He just wants you to be a normal child.

He knows how cruel the world is to people as different as you.

He's just in some kind of midlife crisis, and your teenage "rebellion" isn't helping much.

He'll get over it eventually

⎯ Dick Grayson ♥︎

He'd be the one who best handled this.

I get the idea that Dick also went through some emo or alt phase, so he's pretty understanding about this.

Most of your accessories, like bracelets and makeup, were bought or made by Dick.

He likes to sneakily create bracelets with his initials on them so others know who you are.

Even though he pretended to be a cool brother, he's just as possessive as the others.

Just because he was "nice" to you doesn't mean he won't manipulate you.

He'd take any opportunity to be around you.

Oh! You want to dye your hair? Don't worry, your brother Dick conveniently has the color you wanted!

You can dye your hair like him and match with him! He's the kind of guy who's very obsessed with your tastes.

He wants to be the best brother to you, so don't be scared because he's too intense.

Also, I think he'd listen to hyperpop just for you. It's not his type of music, but he'd just listen to it to spend time with you.

He's not the best, but at least he tries, umm...

⎯ Jason Todd ♣︎

He doesn't really care.

He'd be like,

"Oh, you're scene? Cool."

One of the things he'd be least bothered by is your clothing style or appearance.

I mean, as long as you don't do anything stupid, he wouldn't mind.

Although I think he'd buy hair dye in all sorts of colors and literally turn your hair into a fucking rainbow, just to piss off Bruce because he knows you're not allowed to dye your hair without Bruce's permission.

He'd kill anyone who dares say anything negative about you or make fun of how you dress.

He wouldn't allow any bastard to talk bad about his sister.

He'd listen to hyperpop while reading or doing some activity like reading or kicking criminals' asses. I think it would be pretty funny.

He'd probably only listen to it because you asked him to, but I think eventually he'd start to like that style of music, but he'd never say it out loud

⎯ Tim Drake ◆

He'll pretend he doesn't care, but he really cares.

I could say he's one of the most obsessive people; he knows everything about you.

Maybe he knows you better than you know yourself; he has a folder full of your interests or possible interests in a private file on his computer.

He'll spend hours on the internet searching for information about it. If he wants to get close to you, he has to be smart.

He's like a predator.

He analyzes his prey and then attacks.

I think his approach would be subtle. It has to be smart and not too aggressive. He doesn't want to scare you into thinking he's some kind of creepy guy (if he is).

I think he would start slowly, with small comments about your appearance.

"Oh! You look pretty nice today!" or "That shirt really matches your outfit!"

Then, make comments about your interests, and he'd start getting closer and closer to you. He's not like the others.

If he wants to have you in his hands, he'll have to do it slowly and calmly. He's very good at hiding his true intentions.

I think he'd spend hours trying to find the best hair dye for you. He doesn't want your hair damaged because you decided to buy a poor-quality one.

Also, if you want to take a picture, don't worry! He'll be your personal photographer.

He takes the best photos on your blog. He's always taking pictures of you secretly. I'm pretty sure he knows all your good sides.

The only reason he's interested in all of this is because of you.

He'll do anything to be near you, even if it means changing all his interests to match yours.

⎯ Damian Wayne ♣︎

He thinks it's ridiculous.

He'd make pretty offensive comments saying you look like a clown or some kind of Joker Jr.

He'd be the worst when it comes to this; he doesn't know what's so interesting about dressing like a walking rainbow.

Be prepared for the mockery and passive-aggressive comments (though they're more aggressive than passive).

Even if he'd eventually accept it, halfway.

Sure, he'd still think it's completely ridiculous and pathetic, but he'd only accept it because it's you (and deep down, he thinks some of your outfits are pretty cool).

But he still WON'T ALLOW anyone to make fun of the way you dress.

you still remember the time he got suspended for a week from school for hitting on a kid who said your way of dressing was stupid

He's the only one allowed to make fun of your ridiculous way of dressing.

Also, I think he'd be drawn to your bracelets and shoes, if you're the kind of people who wears those long shoes, I think he'd really like them.

He'd indirectly ask you to give him one of your bracelets because he thinks they're pretty. Maybe he'd give you some accessories like colorful belts or a hair accessory.

He'd really pay attention to your makeup; depending on how colorful or extravagant your makeup is, he'd like it.

He secretly listens to the music you recommend. No kidding, some of it is actually quite good, so he even put it on his playlist.

He's more or less supportive of all this. He's grateful that his jokes about your appearance have lessened.

Although he'll most likely continue to make jokes about your appearance when he gets bored of being a good person.

Hi, I'm back.

Sorry for not updating for so long. My health has been getting worse for weeks, and I've only recently recovered.

This is a late request, so I hope the anonymous person who requested this enjoys it.

I don't know when I'll update again because it's exam time and school is really giving me a hard time. Lolololol

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Self-On Kode with Jeno ⋆⭒˚.⋆

idol!Jeno x f!idol!reader

summary: there's no way that the boy in the picture you've been sent is the same boy that was your best friend almost a decade ago... right?

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

a/n: I am not currently accepting any new self-on kode requests

divider from adornedwithlight <3

To say you were nervous was an understatement. This was your first ever official talk show interview after a long needed hiatus. You had been in the public spotlight for years now with only a few shorts in between. There was no nearly enough time off to make up for the long days and even longer nights. Now though, you felt extremely well rested and very ready to promote your new album.

With the go ahead from the staff you smiled brightly at the camera, kicking on your charisma. You wiggle your fingers in a wave, "hello there, I bet you've missed me, huh? Today I will be messaging a stranger and I'll have to try to figure out who it is."

While your music kicked on and you bopped your head to the song, Jeno walked onto the set, settling into the pink armchair with his usual eye smile at the camera. "Hello again, I am Jeno from NCT Dream," he bows his head softly before mumbling to himself, "I hope this is better than last time."

He looks at the staff directly, eyes wide with nervous curiosity, "it's not Chenle this time right? This time it's real?" The staff nod while laughing and he relaxes into the plush chair and types out the first message, a simple hello.

You read the message and type out your response. The conversation continues for a while, simple small talk as each of you try to sus each other out. You know that he's very inquisitive, every other message is a question, and he seems young since he uses slang and understands your jokes.

Then comes the first prompt, send your most recent food orders you slowly raise your gaze from your screen to the camera. "This is not going to be very exciting on my end," you warn before taking the screen shot and sending it to your partner.

You study the screenshot sent your way, making conversation about the various dishes and complimenting their taste. Then it comes, Jeno's brows furrow, mumbling to himself, "am I seeing this right?"

His finger tap against his screen quickly, "you haven't ordered any food in three months?"

You purse your lips as you reply, "I just spent a long break at home with my family. I don't want to eat out when my mom and grandma are cooking for me anyway."

Jeno hums in agreement, replying, "that makes sense. If I was home I don't think I'd eat out much either."

From that point on the conversation continues and it feels easier. You're still not sure exactly who you're texting but you just get the vibe that it's a younger guy, maybe even someone your age.

Finally after silly would you rathers and stupid conversations, the interview is coming to an end with an exchange of childhood pictures and your drawing of your partner.

You send a picture of yourself as a toddler, the bowl cut style on your head makes it impossible to determine your gender and it's an old enough picture that it doesn't look too much like you now. Plus, it's only half the picture, even harder to figure out who you are.

Jeno sighs as he looks at the screen, he's not a good artist, drawing isn't his thing, not even close. He sends off his picture without a second thought and gets to work doodling and writing captions or ideas when he doesn't trust his drawing skills. He grumbles to himself as he tries his best to create a drawing or as close as he can get to a drawing as he can.

But on the other side of the wall you sit, staring at the image. Something about it just seems so... familiar. The picture is half of a little boy, he has one hand holding up a thumbs up, his eyes nearly closed with how big his smile is, and someone else's arm thrown over his shoulder pinching his cheek. Why does this picture of a random half a little boy seem so familiar?

Your phone buzzed multiple times, but you can't tear your eyes away from the picture, forcing your brain to work twice as hard to try to place the image.

Jeno stares at his phone with pure confusion. His fingers tap over the keyboard, "hello? Are you there? Hellooooo? Are you in the bathroom? Is this another prank?"

You shake your head, ignoring the prompt and the drawing sent your way. It's a bad drawing anyway. You reply, "send me the whole picture."

Jeno looks at the staff with wide eyes, "huh? Is that allowed?" The staff shrug, trying to seem nonchalant so he sends the full picture your way, waiting for your response with pure curiosity.

On your end you gasp. You know why the picture looks so familiar. The bracelet hanging off the second person's wrist, the house in the backyard, the young kid in the picture. You look at the camera, "it's Jeno!"

Lee Jeno. You hadn't seen or heard from him in years. He had been both your neighbor and your best friend when you were a kid but sometime around 11 or 12 years old he moved away and you lost touch. He had started training for SM and a year later you started training for another company. At that point you didn't really even have time to think about him since you were so busy with your own career. You had seen his debut and kept up with every comeback as a silent fan. Jeno had been your best friend, of course you were going to support him.

You never felt the need to share that you knew the Lee Jeno from NCT Dream. Fans could be crazy with the little amount of information you already shared and you didn't want to deal with any unnecessary haters for simple having a friend when you were a child. Plus, the topic simply never came up. Interviewers didn't ask about your childhood friends, they didn't ask about former neighbors, or any other idols that you might know. It was easy to hide, but not now.

Instead of waiting for the countdown from the staff, you pulled out your earbuds and left your phone on the seat and walked toward the blue half of the set. His eyes look up, you can see it in his eyes that he recognizes you and then warmth floods his face as he jumps from his chair and hugs you tightly. He laughs with disbelief, "it's you!"

You laugh, tightening your arms around him while the staff all coo and aww behind the camera. The hug lasts much longer than what is shown in the video and the editors thankfully cut the scenes where you cry happy tears.

You and Jeno sit side by side at a high top table, listening to the staff ask you both to share your story. You laugh, "Jeno and I were neighbors and best friends growing up. Our moms were best friends after his family moved in a few houses away since they both had babies about the same age and after that Jeno and I became best friends too. We went to school together, we had play dates, we had dinner at each other's houses almost every night. He was my best friend."

Jeno smiles at you, finding it hard to turn his attention back to the camera when you're sitting beside him looking so happy as much more mature than you did over a decade ago. Did the crush he had on you just reignite? He shakes his head, refocusing himself, "yeah, but then I started training and we lost touch. I guess we never thought to exchange information. Every time I went home during breaks you were gone and vice versa. It is very good to see you again, though."

Jeno bumps your shoulder with his own, "so, what about the picture gave it away?"

You deadpan, "Jeno, it's my hand squeezing your cheek and it's in front of my house."

Jeno flushes, nodding awkwardly, "...right."

You laugh and the two of you finally get the opportunity to catch up, for a little too long. You know that over half of this conversation will be cut. You talk about your moms, how his life is going, your newest comeback and childhood memories.

Finally, the staff have the heart to interrupt you both and instruct you both to take the picture. Instead of the usual selfie, you and Jeno ask one of the staff to take the picture for you. Jeno has to bend his knees to match your height as he rests his head on your shoulder, holding his thumb up while your fingers lightly squeeze his cheek. You both have matching bright smiles on your faces as the screen fades to the closing screen with a side by side of your full childhood picture together and the remake.

It's no surprise that a few months later you and Jeno are seen together more and more. He mentions you in lives and in vlogs and you do the same. It's a year or so later when your companies finally confirm that you're both dating, but your fans didn't need the confirmation. It was made abundantly clear that you and Jeno knew each other better than anyone else.

[sirfrogsworth]

Hi!! Thank you for spreading the good word about ring lights! I'm an onlyfans girl, and I was JUST gifted a ring light. While using it I noticed most of you said, it's just not consistent enough for distance. Otherwise I've been using this bonkers bright lightbulb that I don't think is supposed fit in this lamp? It's definitely harsh and casts weird shadows. What can I do to make it work better for me? Should I get a second bonkers bulb and do the 45° thing? Or is the bulb itself the problem?

Idunno if you answer these kinds of questions, but I'm glad you're on tumblr doing your thing!! Thank you for your time!!

Sorry for the delayed response. I hope you don't mind, but I looked at some of the free photos on your Fansly. It looks like you have some really nice window light at your place.

You can actually leverage that as a light source. If you were to hang tracing paper in front of one or both of those windows, you'd essentially have two giant softboxes. The tracing paper would help give you some privacy and allow you to get closer to the light. You can also layer it if you need more diffusion. And tracing paper rolls are fairly inexpensive.

You could also use a white bedsheet or maybe a translucent shower curtain. I've also seen photographers use sheer curtains. You might even be able to make those look attractive and a permanent, convenient lighting tool.

I prefer tracing paper because it diffuses the light very uniformly while not knocking down the intensity a great deal. You can also DIY it into a frame that is easy to take on and off your window.

Then you can experiment with angling yourself towards and away from the window light, and I'm betting you could get some beautiful results. You could even use those windows as nice backlights.

I think the big mistake people make is that they don't realize how close lights need to be in order to look their best. Ring lights look best at only a foot or two away from the face. Their entire design philosophy was created because it was hard to get a camera close to something without it blocking the light. If the camera isn't in the way of the lighting, then you no longer need a ring light.

Even with the window light, you need to be as close as possible. Lights almost always need to be uncomfortably close.

The ring light is still useful. As long as it is close enough you can do some nice head and chest shots. But you can also modify the ring light to work as a normal photo light. A white shoot through umbrella can do wonders.

I literally just taped it to my ring light and got a much softer light.

As far as the smaller lamp, that probably isn't going to be great for a main light, but it could work as a backlight or an accent light. Regular light bulbs, even really bright ones, are nowhere near as powerful as video and photo lights (or the sun). So even if you bounce them off a wall or put diffusion near them, you'd have to be super duper close for them to do much. The little reflector will help concentrate and focus the light, giving it more power, but it will still be underpowered for good photos. You could try the umbrella trick and see if it gives you good results, but it might be hard to keep it attached. Especially when the lamp heats up.

However, if you use the lamp behind or off to the side of you, it could act as a nice warm rim light. Putting a nice highlight on the edge of your shoulders and hair. I still think it might be underpowered though. Which is why using it as an accent light in the background might be its best function.

I think people often neglect their backgrounds. But using lights to highlight shelves and cool objects is a great way to create a vibe with your background.

Gerald has some soft light coming in from the left and right of his background. He has some orange accent lights for his shelves. Thinking about your scene holistically can really elevate your photos.

I think the window lights with diffusion in front would give you the highest quality results with what you have now. But you can't take photos/videos at night.

I think if you are going to keep making photo and video content regularly, the best thing you could do is invest in a proper video light.

This is going to be a mouthful...

A COB LED continuous video light with a Bowens mount.

Because of the mount, you can turn this single light into any kind of light source you need. You can put an umbrella on it. You can put a softbox on it. It comes with a reflector that you can use to bounce it into the ceiling or off a wall.

The only downside is it can take up a bit of space when a modifier is attached. If you use an umbrella modifier, you can easily break it down when you aren't using it. But if you get a softbox, you will basically have this big light taking up space in the corner.

This one by Newwer is probably the cheapest that is still good quality.

It is a budget brand, but they have a decent reputation. If you are willing to spend a little more, you can get a Godox. The light will look the same, but they are a more mainstream brand. And if you want to make sure the light is dependable and long lasting, Amaran makes very high quality lights with solid components.

So, good, better, best as far as reliability. But the quality of the light will be about the same.

I think the Newwer is a good "first" video light. It is bright. It has a Bowens mount. And it is "bi-color." This means you can change the warmth of the light to match the other lights in your room. So if you have a lamp in the shot and it looks blue, you can choose a warmer color temp to match the lamp and make it look warm again. Or if you have sunlight streaming in through the windows, you can match the light to that as well.

You will need to do some learning for a light like this. But if you put a big umbrella or softbox in front of it, you will get nice, soft light without much effort. If you have the space, there is no more versatile light for your purposes.

As far as modifier options, since you probably want to do full body photos, the bigger the better.

If it were me, I'd get this one.

(You shouldn't get this one. I am a crazy lighting guy who likes crazy lighting stuff.)

The product photo gives no sense of scale, but it's literally the size of a mattress. You could light 2 people, head to toe, with nice soft light.

This one is a more reasonable size. It would be nice and soft for one person, but still acceptable for two people. It's still quite huge, but not "mattress" huge.

But most softboxes do not break down easily like umbrellas. While they are more suited for lighting entire bodies than a circular umbrella (they have less spill and more control), the big and unwieldy nature is not something everyone wants to deal with.

So a simple shoot through umbrella that breaks down easily is where I would recommend you start. And then you can upgrade to a softbox later on as you learn how to use the light more proficiently.

You can find umbrellas for 10-15 bucks on Amazon, but a high quality one isn't much more expensive.

And if you want to get something a little bigger...

This reverse umbrella is a very reasonable price for 7 feet of soft light goodness. It's nearly mattress size, but it breaks down for easier storage.

Oh and you'll need a light stand. Don't forget the light stand.

AND... then you can use your ring light for other things. It can be a hair light, or an edge light. You can do that cool halo effect I did.

So you'd have a 2 light setup with a lot of room to grow with various modifiers.

To review...

Window light with tracing paper or sheer curtains can give you beautiful light without much expense.

If you want to make use of your ring light, just add an umbrella to get soft light.

Use your lamp as an edge light or accent light in the background.

And if you want to invest in a powerful, versatile light, there is no better start than a COB LED continuous video light with a Bowens mount.

And remember, all of these light sources can be mixed. A video light as your main light with your windows as a backlight could look very cool.

[meruz]

hi meruz! i'm an animation student rn, and bg art is one of my interests. like many people do, i practice perspective drawing using the many perspective tools/rulers art programs offer. though, afaik, photoshop doesn't have such features, and that is the industry standard. i feel as if i have enough knowledge to be able to plot out perspective manually/by hand, though my main concern is whether i would be able to do so at a reasonable speed and/or to the same quality as i could with a ruler. is this a detriment, should i be focusing on getting more confident with making my own grids & drawing freehand specifically for the purposes of hireability (ofc, i understand this is obviously a net good for general improvement haha)? i guess i just fear showing up one day to a job with an obvious skill gap, and art school is not always the best in preparing students for these things! ty, love your work :)

this is a REALLY good question omg. certainly something i didnt know much about when i started working. ill say this: in a professional setting, method doesnt really matter. what matters is speed and accuracy. if its overwhelmingly faster and more accurate for you to sketch with perspective rulers from another program and port it over to photoshop for the final then no reasonable person would stop you from doing that. plenty of industry artists sketch on an ipad or in procreate/CSP and then tidy everything up for production in PS. I even know few bg artists who are really fast with 3d modelling who will often throw down a quick and dirty 3d model as a drawing aid. (whether or not you can get IT to download programs other than photoshop on a work computer is a different matter entirely)

HOWEVER your instincts are right in the fact that there is a time-saving and editability advantage to keeping your workflow solely within photoshop. But I don't think you're gonna need to grind that hard to be ~hireable~ bc there actually ARE ways to make it easy.. or well...easier in photoshop! I'll list out a couple under the cut

1) perspective tools v2 plug-in

the first project I ever worked on used this one a lot. And I feel like its easy to pick up even when you don't have a good grasp on perspective (like me when I first started haha ha) - basically you can use the line tool I think? and press a button or something.. ok it's been a long time since I've used this plug-in BUT what. I know is that it will auto-create vector perspective grids for you if you give it like a line or two to jump off of. you can also really easily customize the density of the grid, colors, etc. it's super useful! costs a little bit of money but tools like this are worth every penny imo.

2) polygon tool vanishing points

so you'll know if you study perspective that its all vanishing points. for 1pt perspective you need one(1) vanishing point, for 2pt perspective you need two(2) vanishing points etc etc. you can create a vector vanishing point pretty easily in photoshop with the polygon star tool. theres a million different tutorials out there for it but here's one of them

really it takes maybe 3 clicks max? this guy makes his VPs on a horizon line he set with guides but truly once you have one you can just move it around to wherever. heres me making a vanishing point and then moving it to right spot in my composition.

and once youve made these shapes once you can repurpose them pretty easily. heres me duplicating, resizing and moving that VP to another spot for a second and third vanishing point (ok the drawing is not exactly on the grid but also. technically its 4-5pt and even more technically...i freehanded most of it when i drew it so it's not gonna line up perfectly with any grid LOL)

in my experience a lot of animation productions nowadays actually include these type of grids in their bg templates just as like a convenience quality of life type thing. one vp close to the center and a 2nd vp far off down the horizon line will probably cover 90% of shots on most projects. something like this:

ultimately it takes a lil more fiddling with transform tools than i like personally but some people dont mind that. i think the main limitation with this method is that photoshop polygons can only have 100 sides max? but. i mean. obv you can duplicate it and rotate it to get more lines. and you can change all sorts of properties, color thickness etc just like you can with perspective tools v2.

3) guides + line tool

OKAY those were the easy nice to use perspective methods now we're getting to the janky ones I use.

I picked up this method after taking Angela Sung's BG class and I find it really useful once you have a solid understanding of perspective and you want a grid that feels really custom. Basically I'll set the horizon line using the guide tool. and cross it with another guide to locate my vanishing point. then with view>snap to>guides checked, I'll make a bunch of vector lines the line tool branching from my vp

and then of course rinse and repeat for the other vps... I think the obvious weakness for this method is that if your vps are really far off the canvas or if you have a lot of them the multiple line layers can get hectic really fast. also it requires a certain instinct for where your perspective is which can be hard to nail at first. for instance this composition is 4pt but it's also a bit of a dutch angle so to lay out the 4 vps my guides look like this LOL

I often put the lines from each VP into their own group folder and then merge em and crop em whenever I feel like i dont need to fiddle anymore. ANWYAYS despite this chaos i think my favorite thing about this method is that you're manually drawing in the lines so they can be really sparse where you dont need that much guidance and really dense wherever you DO need it. I think also setting the grids up in this way gives me a better understanding of the prespective of the piece as a whole. um but thats just me. also i find in general setting up perspective like this to be a very relaxing process even when its sometimes difficult to explain.

OK LAST METHOD

4) just fuckin...use a ruler

this is my ruler. its clear, its like 15cm. they make a lot of rly nice stationary type rulers like this nowadays that dont scratch the tablet surface or anythig. i think specifically if youre really used to setting up perspective on paper like..why fix what aint broken LOL. i use this all the time not just for a quick grid but also for straight lines in general because sometimes photoshop shift click just doesnt nail the line quality i want and its honestly faster than hitting a bunch of shortcut keys. u can also use string perspective grid method on a tablet...idk maybe its obvious but sometimes people forget that these traditional methods are possible and just as valid in the digital space!! its all drawing

OK THATS ALL IVE GOT I HOPE THAT HELPS and i hope this makes sense bc i typed it all out on my phone. peace n love

[mrypotter]

Skin To Skin

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Summary: The aftermath of Draco knowing who his soulmate is, yet he can’t bear to face her.

Warnings: Teasing, Boggarts, mention of fears, mention of the Hospital Wing, the Weasley twins being themselves, etc.

Note: This is Part 2 of “Copy Of A Copy”, so check it out before you read this! (And I’m sorry if this one is bad)

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This person believed in me so here you go! : @theomalfoy

Draco wasn’t the want-everything-to-go-back-to-the-way-it-was-after-complaining-about-it-type.

Well, that’s what he kept telling himself.

But he knew deep down that he did want everything to go back to the way they were, because every time he looked at his hand, that deep red spot of irritated skin was slowly fading away and he wanted to find a reason to create it again.

She’d stopped drawing. And normally Draco would find that a good thing; now he didn’t have to harshly wipe them off and be left an embarrassing red spot on his hand. But he found himself thinking back on how the drawings actually looked good, despite him being annoyed at the fact they repeatedly showed up on his skin, and he wanted them back. Which, of course, sounds ridiculous if you were to look back on how he acted towards the other drawings that previously showed up on his hand.

But he missed it. Missed watching the lines form one by one, letting him know she existed. He even couldn’t get the image of her face out of his mind, ever since he saw her in Care of Magical Creatures. He couldn’t help but think she was decently pretty.

Draco’s hand has unwanted sweat on it so he harshly wiped it on his robes, a disgusted expression lying on his lips. He knew the reason for the sweat though, his quill once again hovering over his skin, the same skin he used to aggressively rub almost everyday as his soulmate drew mindless doodles on her hand.

He dipped the quill tip in the ink, the noises of everyone scattering about being the last thing on his mind, in fact the occasional “SHH!” from Madam Irma Prince was quite helpful to encourage him to focus once the students followed her orders.

He sighed softly, taking a deep breath while staring stupidly at his pale skin he was about to ruin.

He leaned down, the quill tip making contact with his hand two times, forming two dots. Those were eyes, he decided, and drew a straight line below them, making a face that represented him at the moment. His eyes were full yet his lips held uncertainty, hesitant to do this.

Once it was over it didn’t seem so bad anymore, as long as he could manage to hide it from Crabbe and Goyle. The thought of them teasing him about it, teasing him about actually writing back on his skin was unbearable. He could only hope that they don’t stare at his hand.

“Don’t be scared now, it’s just a Boggart.” Professor Lupin explained, his wand held with two hands, a grip on each end.

“Now, Boggarts like tight dark places, and I found this one in the wardrobe yesterday. I asked Dumbledore if we could use it for the lesson and thankfully he said yes. Now, does anyone know what a Boggart looks like?”

The usual hand of Hermione Granger was shot up at the speed of lightning, and once she was called on, she answered not only the right answer but was awarded points for her House.

“No one knows, sir. It takes form of the deepest fear of whomever it faces.”

“Correct, Ms. Granger.” Lupin said, smiling while Granger went slightly pink.

Draco rolled his eyes, irritation seeming to be boiling within them.

“But, everyone, we have an advantage against this creature. And that is?”

“There’s so many of us, it doesn’t know what to turn into?” Potter answered, and Lupin replied with a smile, and awarded more points to Gryiffindor.

“Exactly!” Lupin exclaimed. “Now, though, there is a way to get past a Boggart. And that spell is Riddikulus!” Lupin said, doing the hand movement with the one that possessed his wand. “Say it with me now…”

“Riddikulus!” The class said together.

“This class is ridiculous.” Draco mutters under his breath, Crabbe nodding in agreement beside him while he heard a snuffled laugh somewhere near. His head swerved and he spotted the same girl he saw in Hagrid’s class, trying not to smirk at his joke. He found a smirk coming to his own lips, proud of himself.

“They feed on fear, so think of what you fear the most, and turn it into something funny.” Lupin once again explained, and brought up Neville as a demonstration. “Now, Neville, tell me, what do you fear the most?”

“P-professor Snape.” the boy mumbled, having to repeat the same thing again but a little louder since the Professor didn’t hear him.

“Ahh.” Lupin said amusingly once the name was repeated. “I suppose he does intimidate us all in some way.”

There was a pause before Lupin continued to project to the class, for he was having a quiet conversation with the student before him. “Now Neville, I want you to think of your Grandmother’s clothes very clearly in your mind, can you do that?”

Neville nodded, shaking in his shoes. The door opened and Snape stepped out, looking normal as ever like you’d see him everyday but Neville was scared.

“Wand at the ready!” Lupin reminded, Neville held his wand up and squeaked, “Riddikulus!”

Snape seemed to spin around and he soon found himself in Neville Longbottom’s Grandmother’s clothes, a red handbag on his right arm.

The class laughed, Neville’s face slowly turned into an expression of relief.

Draco scoffed basically the whole time, not ending up actually facing the Boggart but watching as his peers did.

Weasley was practically having a seizure as he faced the spider, helplessly whimpering the spell causing the spider to have roller skates, legs swinging everywhere.

Draco couldn’t help but be curious on what the girl’s fear was, but she didn’t end up facing it just like him.

There was an exited buzz in the air as the students left class, each of them wanting recognition for how brave they were while facing their biggest fears.

“-did you see how I faced that snake-”

“-just said the spell and it went, pop!-”

“-the spider was huge!-”

“-never seen that kind of creature before-”

Draco grumbled angrily, grabbing Crabbe and Goyle’s arms and leading them out to the courtyard in front of the Black Lake.

“That was stupid. Why did he let us do that anyway, and for Dumbledore to give permission…wait til by father hears of this.” He mumbled, looking down and adjusting his arm bandages, thinking back when he insulted the Hippogriff. (He still didn’t regret it, the creature did look kinda ugly to him.)

“Right. We should owl him right away.” Crabbe suggested.

Draco looked up from his arm, eyes flaring. “‘We?!’ I’ll do it. It’s my father after all.”

His friends nodded, Crabbe going pink in the ears.

Goyle’s eyes then shot to Draco’s hand. “Ha! What’s that, Malfoy?”

Draco acted confused, and looking down, acted like he’d seen it for the first time. He pretended to look disgusted. “Gross I tell you, I’ll wash it off later.” He said, looking back at them. Both pair of eyes were still on him.

“Well? What are you looking at?” He snarled, and that seemed to do the trick, both heads bending down as they suddenly found interest in the grass.

“Do this Potion before you leave class, and then a portion of it on my desk with your name on it.”

Snake’s sharp voice echoed through the dark classroom, his gaze seeming to meet all of their eyes before he turned around, adding one last part of his instructions in the black board and heading to his desk, long nose lurking over the surface covered in parchment.

The girl sighed, opening the book to the page instructed and starting to chop the first ingredient. She liked to think of herself good at Potions, but sometimes little things like the reactants would mix up in her mind. But nonetheless if she focused hard enough and followed each step carefully, than she was proud to say that she could do it almost perfectly.

It was only then that she noticed the black markings on the back of her hand, and, looking more closely by bringing up her hand to her face, saw it was a smiley face. It looked smeared a little and the lines were wobbly, but she liked it since she wasn’t the one to draw it.

Scurrying through her bag pretending she was looking for something important, grabbed a quill and dipped it in another student’s ink when they weren’t looking. Then, turning back to her hand and covering it behind her cauldron so the nosy Professor wouldn’t see, drew two eyes next to his, a soft smile beneath it to show her gratitude. He didn’t do much, just too dots and a line, but the reason was all that mattered to her.

She just knew that he missed her somewhat forms of affection, so he acted upon himself to continue it.

“Ridiculous, I tell you, why’d he look at me like that? The audacity of some peop-”

“Sorry.”

Draco didn’t realize he ran into someone else, too busy rambling to himself about an annoying First Year who glared at him out of nowhere to notice his body ran into another. It ended up being a Third Year Hufflepuff, quickly scurrying around the corner to avoid the Slytherin.

Draco rolled his eyes, turning back to the direction he was going and continuing to walk to the Common Room. He muttered the password, climbing into the space full of couches and chairs, all in front of a burning fire, flames high and bright, full of color.

He sat down on one of the chairs, waiting for Crabbe and Goyle to get back from the Hospital Wing; the Weasley twins caught them in the hallway, convinced them to eat some candy, and now their faces were covered in red dots that got bigger by the second. Malfoy simply rolled his eyes at the news when Madame told him before making his way to the room.

He currently sat with a Potions book in his hands, long fingers running across the pages that helped his eyes read it better.

He turned the page, but the page he turned got caught on his robes, and, using his left hand, went to fix it before he froze. On his left wrist, he had another smile face beside the one he drew, this one with an actual smile this time not a straight line like his.

He fought a grin that was threatening to pull the corners of his lips, reaching over to pull his robe sleeve over it so no one could see.

-Like, reblog, and comment to make me happy!

Person I think would like this: @dunningz :)

[halfusek]

Something inky this way comes! The Ink Demonth emerges once again!

The Ink Demonth is a 31-day event dedicated to the game Bendy and the Ink Machine (and other games associated with the Bendy universe). It’s based on daily themes. As long as your creation involves elements from the game along with any interpretation of the respective day’s theme – it counts!

You don’t have to create something for each day, make as many creations as you’d like. However, if you manage to do all 31 of them, you can submit a form to receive a little gift (drawing request)! In the form, you will have to provide a link to each of your posted event submissions (it doesn’t have to be Tumblr, just a site that’s publically accessible!).

Here is the link to the form (it will be opened from September 1st to September 30th 2025):

Tag your creations with #The Ink Demonth and #Bendy and the Ink Machine. It’s important if you want to have your entry reblogged by me, which I’m going to do to everything I’ll see in this tag. (So don’t @ me, just tag it with the event’s tag and the game’s name. It’s possible that your post may not show up in the tags, if you notice that I’m not reblogging your entries for a longer while, feel free to DM them directly to me on Tumblr. My focus will be mainly on Tumblr, I may interact with posts on other sites but it is going to be with whatever I run into, as this event is Tumblr-focused. Feel free to post on other sites too, though!)

(And, though I think it goes without saying, if I notice a post containing something I consider harmful content, I will not reblog it and will warn the creator of such content that, depending on the case, they cannot continue to take part in the event with content like this or perhaps even not at all.)

Remember to tag only the finished entries, so the tag isn’t clogged with WIPs!

You can create whatever you’d like! Draw a picture! Write a fic! Do a video edit! Take a cosplay photo! Anything you can come up with that is a creative interpretation of that day’s theme!

(Don’t try to „cheat the system”, though – don’t submit a, let’s say, straight line for each day, I will notice this kind of spam and remember: spamming is a terrible sin. You can make an entry that covers a few themes but as long as you don’t create 31 things, the gift will not be granted to you.)

The event starts on the 1st of August and ends on the 31st. Although, don’t worry if you’re too busy in August, late entries are always welcome! (…for reblogging, as for drawing gifts I’m going to give all of you an extra month, so if you’re aiming for that, the end of September is your deadline.)

Why in August? I figured that since August is the month on Joey’s calendar in his apartment and August is the month during which BatIM takes place, it should be the one! 

Please, make sure to tag appropriate trigger/content warnings!

Thank you for taking your time to read this. Reblogs are appreciated in order to get the word out.

Have fun everyone! 💛🖤

The themes this year have been thought out with the contribution of @raven-anime @insane-control-room @skxllbxnny @appreciatedvillain @archer-kacey @salpho @akiraidraws @baconsoupaddict @ghostly-wren @willyfeltching @caffeinechao414 @nayialovecat and from Twitter whom I can't tag here @MadHatterison1 @ArtsyDumpsterr @RecordingGold @MCake6058 @twinscover12

Thank you all for the theme suggestions! <3

You can view this year's themes in text under the cut~

Loop

Comedy

Tragedy

Homesick

Fallen

Stitches

Contract

Identity

Perfect

Mistake

Mischief

Fool

Promise

Tomorrow

Wolf

Theory

Not What It Seems

Feast

Flood

Ships

Sewers

Chaos

Death

Taxes

Steal

Split

Spin

Sanctuary

Swing

Past

Fate

[brightgoat]

hey brightgoat!! i’ve wanted to submit an ask forever but always been too nervous. been a huge fan of your art since the Casino Cups days. all your art inspired me to try digital. my first ever digital drawing was a shaky-handed doodle of your cuphead design. even though it was long ago, i re-discovered the fandom and how much i love and appreciate your unique art style with how you draw well.. really everything- faces, panels, and just general poses/anatomy in particular! i was wondering how you set up your comic panels/scenes so well? i’m trying to get into comic making but it’s been difficult. i thought i’d ask you since you were the OG for me lol!

anyways now i do almost everything digitally and i enjoy every minute of creating art and i wanted to thank you for having such a big impact on me. (as silly as it may sound). now, me and a few friends cling onto the cuphead fandom by a thread but in the start we all bonded over your AU and its one of our fondest shared memories to this day. :)

cheers!

Hi! Sorry for the late reply.

Ummm there isn't really any special way I do it.

I create a script, and try to divide that script into pages.

I make a sketch of the pages, all together, side by side. Write in the dialogue and see how much I can fit onto a single page (i try to include as much as possible on a single page, but never too much that it gets cramped)

I try to use little common comic tactics like buildup at the end of one page, and then the reveal on the next in a big grand panel to set the scene.

I also love to use large diagonal/vertical long panels to show a transition of sorts.

ALSO other things to keep in mind but aren't like strict rules:

better when dialogue follows a single trajectory. In a comic read from left to right, up to down, thats how the dialogue should go as well.

Also good to keep characters on their side of the page/panel. Is a character on the right hands side of the first panel? Keep them on that side (as relative to other chars). Exceptions apply of course, if it simply looks better to flip it mid page then go ahead, they can still move around or maybe something gets revealed behind them (even more to the right) that changes the staging. Storyboarders- basically the 180 rule.

Generally I also try to keep it so that like

A busy/active/energetic scene has more panels, is more compact, more stuff happening on a single page. The viewer is given info very quickly

But when the scene needs to be slower, or moodier, or even just more important, i use longer/larger spread out panels. The viewer has to draw their attention out a bit more and take it in.

Also another general thing:

Little actions that are important: Little panels in the corner or so.

Large settings/reveals/poses: Big panels

Depending on your experience this is all either surface level shit thats like 'yeah no kidding', or a whole bunch of stuff that seems like a lot to worry about. But dont fret, with time it just comes naturally.

Also what helps it come naturally is: read a lot of comics! Use OTHER comic pages as reference for staging! While making this, i looked at random DC and Marvel comic pages to see how many panels or how much dialogue bubbles I should include, or just for inspo.

I also often imagine these as movies/animations, and that gives me idea on how to frame it as well, but obv its still a different medium.

Oh and thank you a lot, I'm glad you enjoy my stuff and I've managed to inspire you and entertain you and your friends ;D I hope you gained something from this and make your own comics

[canisalbus]

Hi! A little life update.

At the end of October I wrote that I was deep in a depression spiral and due to unexpected occurrences I had been left with basically no income for several months. I had emptied my savings at that point and was feeling extremely stressed, sick and hopeless.

I just want to thank everyone who reached out and offered support or even looked up my ko-fi info and sent me a donation. It was an unfathomably kind thing to do and helped me tremendously. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I was at the end of my tether, I had 1,70€ in my bank account at that moment. I was sleeping four hours per night on average because my insomnia was so out of control, and had more or less stopped eating, after surviving on nothing but porridge, bread, apples and buttered pasta for close to a month. Things were kind of dire. No one has ever showed me that kind of unprompted generosity before, irl or online. Thinking that people I've never even met were willing to support me like that both warms my heart and makes me feel kind of guilty and undeserving. I'm not used to being treated like that. I hope I didn't make you feel pressured to get involved. It did genuinely help me put myself back together though. The next day I went and bought some essential groceries and getting to eat properly was a massive boost in terms of energy and mood. I'm doing a little better now. I finally managed to get the financial situation corrected, but it'll take months before my finances recover and I'll be able to go shopping without feeling paranoid about counting every cent and hating myself if I buy a small treat. I mentioned that my seven years old, well-served laptop is on it's last legs, so the remaining funds are going towards putting together a new PC, hopefully soon. I don't really have any product or extra content to offer you as a thank you for the ko-fi donations I received, but I hope it's at least nice to think that they're directly enabling me to continue making more art in the future.

I'm still struggling with intense anxiety every day, and it has caused me to develope some kind of impostor syndrome that is impacting my online presence negatively at the moment. I look at the things I try to draw and the asks I get, and feel like nothing I create, say or write is good enough or worth people's time and attention. I'm having hard time opening up like I used to, and I miss the interactions I used to have here, they were an immense source of inspiration and motivation to me. But I'm trying to work on that, and hoping that posting stuff will start to feel more natural again eventually. This got a little long, but thanks for reading! I hope life treats you well.