#tutorial for dumb people like me

[frances-and-the-moon]

A little update: I've found a way to make gifs without necessarily using Photoshop and importing each frame etc. So here is a Small Tutorial for People Who Are too Dumb to Use Photoshop and use CapCut PC™ (like me): - I import the .mp4 clip(s) in CapCut PC (either downloaded or screen-recorded through Nimbus Screenshot, which is a Chrome extension I use when I want to download scenes that aren't too long and don't want to go through the hassle of downloading an entire episode or scene pack - you can use MAGIX Vegas or whichever video editing tool you would normally use); - I add all the pretty effects, filters, subtitles, etc. - I export the clip(s) as .mp4 (since CapCut PC doesn't allow you to export a clip as .gif and my phone is too old and too slow to use CapCut); - I upload the small cute clip on Giphy, adjust, trim etc. (it's free!); - Once uploaded, I save it as gif Tada! Your clip is now a GIF that doesn't weigh 373857827 MB and is not awful quality

Does anyone know a good tutorial on how to make gifs? I've never used any programs, only CapCut + converting to gif online, but I noticed that the quality is not that good + I have issues w/ uploading on Tumblr because of the 10mb gif limit. Are there any good programs for making gifs out there that are not too hard to use?

[jaeharu26]

Gross. I don't want to see two of these names listed here looking at, or rather, analyzing my fucking shit, but that's cool. It was never about consent anyway was it.

[anarkhebringer]

"We will no longer let every criticism dictate our direction with the game" UNTIL it's the JP playerbase

[hellinistical]

9:25

a/n: ...hey....hey. I saw the chef mydei art. so uh...obviously. anywho, ty again @box-artist for your art. (i really dont wanna risk spamming so i'm sorry but yeah i'll be writing more for all of them cause your art makes me happy. check out their art here!

You’re a broke college student who stumbles into a quiet little restaurant on accident—rain-soaked, exhausted, and starving after a brutal midterm. You ask if the kitchen’s still open even though it’s clearly closing time.

Chef! Mydei doesn't trust people who come in right before closing. But seeing you soaked in rain and clutching your backpack like it holds your whole life, he makes an exception.

Mydei's behind the counter, arms crossed, looking like he’s about to say no. But then he sighs, glances at your wet shoes, and mutters, “Sit down. I’ll make you something warm.”

He makes you a steaming bowl of something you can��t even pronounce, but it makes you cry a little when you eat it. Not from spice. From comfort.

When you ask what it’s called, he just shrugs. “It’s not on the menu. I made it for myself.”

He pretends you’re annoying. You pretend the food isn’t life-changing. You both fail.

You come back the next week, and this time he doesn’t complain when you walk in ten minutes to close. In fact, he’s already halfway through chopping something before you sit.

It becomes a thing. You bring your homework. He pretends he’s annoyed that you camp out in his restaurant. “It’s not a library, you know.”

But you notice he’s started leaving the good seat by the kitchen open for you. The one with the best lighting and a plug for your laptop.

He sometimes comments on your assignments, offering lazy commentary while chopping vegetables: "That sentence is boring. rewrite it. Say it with your chest."

He’s gruff, dry-humored, with sleeves always rolled up and salt dusting his apron. His forearms are veined, and his laugh is rare but rich.

You find out he’s a few years older—maybe early thirties, maybe not. Used to cook abroad. Says very little about his past. Of course you get a crush. Because of course you do.

You start staying later. Helping him wipe tables. Stir a sauce. Once, you laugh at something dumb and he stops what he’s doing to watch you. You pretend not to notice.

Every time you eat something he made, you find yourself smiling halfway through the bite. It’s a reflex now.

You start watching cooking tutorials so you can talk to him about culinary stuff. He sees through you, but lets it slide.

He acts the same, but starts sending staff home earlier when he knows you’re coming. Just in case. You get sick during midterms and stop showing up. On the third day, he shows up at your dorm with a thermos of broth and a quiet “Don’t make me do that again.” He calls you “kid” sometimes. Then stops when he realizes it sounds too distancing. Starts using your name. Carefully.

One of his regulars asks if you’re his girlfriend. He scoffs, but his ears turn a deep, telltale red.

One night, you’re especially stressed. He doesn’t ask. Just slides you a plate of dumplings and tells you to chew slowly, “or I’m not feeding you again.” You try to pay one day and he waves you off with a flick of his wrist. “Your company’s enough.” Then immediately pretends he didn’t say it.

He starts letting you behind the counter sometimes. Teaches you how to properly slice an onion. Corrects your grip with a warm hand over yours. Other staff start teasing you behind Mydei's back. One girl, Cipher, giggles. “You’re the reason he closes early now.”

He starts experimenting with dessert—something he “hates doing”—and always brings the first try to your table with a gruff, “Tell me if it’s crap.”

You once offer to help him prep and he moves behind you to show you how to chop properly. His chest brushes your back and neither of you breathe for a second. He starts saving you the first slice of whatever he bakes. If anyone else touches it, he threatens them with a ladle. He asks what your favorite dish growing up was. The next week, it shows up on your plate—somehow better than your memory. He doesn’t say you’re special. But he treats your presence like it’s routine. Like it belongs there.

You ask him what his favorite scent is. He answers without thinking: “The rain.”

You ask him what his favorite scent is. He answers without thinking: “You, when you’ve been out in the rain.”

One day, someone flirts with you while you're waiting on your food. You laugh nervously—until Mydei's voice cuts in flat and firm: “They're with me.” He doesn’t look at you after he says it. Just tosses a towel over his shoulder and returns to the stove like nothing happened. But his ears? Red again.

It happens during a quiet night. You're helping him clean up, your fingers brushing over his. He catches your hand. “I was going to wait,” he mutters, eyes flicking to yours. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Mydei, you didn't embarrass me."

His eyes go wide but he looks away fast. When you kiss his cheek, he insists he’s “too old” for you. You kiss him again anyways- in the back kitchen, surrounded by spice jars and the low hum of the freezer. His hands taste like sea salt. Yours tremble in his hair.

Every dish he makes after becomes a secret love letter—layered, rich, and just a little too personal. Mydei won’t say “I love you” often. But he’ll spend five hours braising something just because you mentioned liking it once.

[mimipolo]

Hii I was gonna ask if you can do a headcanon about how Nam-gyu acts when he's jealous (and if you do anons can I be the rose🌹?)

Jealous! Nam-gyu x reader headcanons

He's definitely the type to get to stupid amounts of jealousy unprovoked

Anyone that knows how to make my works look prettier please dm tutorials or advice pretty please :^

When this man gets jealous you can easily tell. You're just catching up with one of your friends from uni and he's hovering over your shoulder and squinting at the poor guy like he killed you expecting him to take the hint.

He's standing unnecessarily close to you, his grip on your waist or shoulder constantly tightening as if you'd accidentally trip and fall into the other guys arms.

Actually has the audacity to ask the two of you "Are you done?" mid conversation and you both just share looks of astonishment, looking between yourselves then at him. It's so tense you both just have to laugh it off as he awkwardly walks away saying he hopes to see you around town again.

"Good riddance..."

Is all you hear from behind you and then he's tugging you in the opposite direction, wherevers furthest from that guy. He's pestering you with semi rude comments towards them as you walk away.

"What's his deal anyway?"

"Did he need to talk to you that long."

"He thinks he's all that, arrogant dick."

You roll your eyes and make a show of groaning dramatically at his behaviour to which he blatantly ignores, glad that you're (he's)not talking with them anymore.

It's one thing with people, it's easy for him to have jealousy towards them and even easier to justify himself. But when people aren't the problem is when it gets difficult. You're so dedicated to this pet/hobby/interest of yours and he's wondering why you couldn't obssess yourself with him like that.

You've been working on the same peice for a while now, you estimated that after two or three more days you'd finally be done. What you hadn't recognised was Nam-gyu constantly hovering around you all throughout the project. Offering you tea and asking you to come lie in bed with him, the vulnerability confused you but you just summed it up to being another one of his clingy moments. That's until he finally speaks up, his head resting atop of yours, his hands resting on the back of your chair. If you had taken a moment to glance up you'd see the visible pout frown on his face.

"[Namee]..."

"Hm?"

He lips furrow deeper, you couldn't even answer him, this dumb project you're working on has been occupying every small gap of time you had and leaving none for him, and of course you were oblivious. He liked that about you but damn he had offered you tea??

"You're always hunched over this table, when are ya finally finishing this thing?"

It would've been a normal question, even one of concern if it wasn't for the clear bitterness and irritation that laced his words. This catches your attention and you turn your head towards him a slight sympathetic yet playful look in your eyes.

"Aw, ya miss me Nam?"

"Go to hell."

Tutting disapprovingly at his words, he sucks his teeth in annoyance when he sees the winning grin on your face, you knew he'd eventually cave and start complaining. And so stretching your back you decide to pause your progress for tonight.

"All right then, bed it is."

He huffs like he doesn't care if you do or not but he's already making his way to lie on the bed as you push your chair out, you have to bite your lip in order not to laugh.

Totally the type to be petty, turning on his side when you two are sleeping then regrets it like five seconds after and is turning on his side to lean against you. You don't have to say or do anything.

The most embarassing moment of jealousy he's had was when you were holding one of his new born nephews with the most doting look in your eyes. You asked him why he looked so serious and he said how you should be holding him instead he's just hoping his sister rests up soon.

He's so dumb.

[fayelero]

your writing and characterization is so good man (๑﹏๑//)

was wondering if you could write for katsuki - specifically, how physical affection would start with him ? like first time cuddling and allat

thank you !!!!!!

ⓘ 02. KISS ME MORE !

⤷ FLUFF ﹫ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader ﹫ thanks for this req that’s so sweet!!! and thank you <333

⚠︎ fluff, none .ᐟ.ᐟ

Katsuki Bakugo had always been good at two things: blowing shit up, and pushing people away.

He wasn’t bad at feelings—he just didn’t speak their language. Where others opened their arms easily, Katsuki crossed his. Where others confessed with flowers and flustered smiles, Katsuki confessed with a fight—literally. You’d been arguing about something so stupid you couldn’t even remember it, and then he just… blurted it out.

“I love you, okay?!”

Like it was a curse.

Like it was your fault.

Like you’d made him say it with your stupid face and your stupid smile and the way you always waited—like you knew he had it in him if you were just patient enough.

And maybe you did.

Because that was how it had to be with him. Slow. Careful. Measured. He wasn’t a guy you could rush, not unless you wanted to send him sprinting in the opposite direction. He didn’t trust easy. He didn’t touch easy, either.

So you gave him time.

And, god, it took months.

You remember the first time he held your hand like it was burned into your skin. You were walking home together after a late dinner. He was grumbling about the service —“Took too long, they messed up my rice, next time I’m cookin’”— and you just smiled, bumped your hand against his.

Once. Twice. Like a dare.

He jerked away at first, scowled at the sidewalk. But then—five whole steps later—his fingers brushed yours. Once. Then again.

Then he grabbed it.

Tight. Like he was afraid if he didn’t squeeze hard enough you’d float away.

You didn’t say anything. You just smiled, let him have the silence, let him have the small victory like it was the biggest damn thing in the world.

And for him?

It was.

⸻

Cuddling came later.

You tried a few times. Scooted closer on the couch. Threw a blanket over both of you. Laid your head on his shoulder until he got so tense you could practically hear the gears grinding in his brain.

You didn’t get upset. You just adjusted. Gave him space.

Until one night—cold, rainy, thunder rolling in the distance—you were curled up on his couch in one of his shirts and a pair of fluffy socks, flipping through a dumb movie while he cooked dinner.

You must’ve dozed off. Just a little.

Because the next thing you remembered was warmth. Heavy, awkward warmth. The kind that smelled like sweat and spice and him.

Katsuki Bakugo had sat down beside you—not at the other end of the couch, not in his usual space, but right up against you. His arm was draped stiffly around your shoulders, like someone had given him a five-second tutorial on how cuddling worked and he was just trying it out.

You blinked at him. He didn’t look at you. Just stared straight ahead, expression stormy.

“…You okay?” you whispered, voice scratchy from sleep.

“Don’t make this weird,” he growled.

You fought the smile threatening to curl on your lips. “You’re literally cuddling me.”

“Shut up.”

But he didn’t move away. If anything, his arm tightened slightly, pulling you in closer like he was afraid you’d point it out too loud and ruin the spell.

You nestled into his chest and heard his heart thudding like it was trying to punch its way out. He was warm. Strong. Smelled like fire and cedarwood shampoo and the faintest trace of caramel from the sauce he’d been making earlier.

“…You smell good,” you murmured, mostly to mess with him.

“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut.

You laughed, breathless, and leaned into him harder. “I like you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Soft.”

“I’m not soft,” he bit out.

You kissed his shoulder. “You’re the softest.”

⸻

The first time you really kissed him—kissed him, not those shy little pecks you snuck in when he was distracted—it happened by accident.

He’d just gotten back from a long mission. Exhausted, dirty, too tired to be angry about anything. You’d met him at his door, towel in hand, lips parted with something warm to say—and he just stared at you.

Something changed in his eyes. Like a wire snapped. Or maybe like something finally clicked.

He grabbed your wrist. Not rough. Not panicked. Just firm. Sure.

Pulled you inside.

And kissed you like he’d never be brave enough to do it again.

It wasn’t smooth. There was a little too much teeth. His hand fumbled awkwardly against your jaw. He kissed like he fought—hard, passionate, a little reckless. But behind the tension was something that broke your chest wide open:

Desperation.

Because Katsuki didn’t give easily. So when he did, it meant everything.

When you finally pulled back, dizzy and grinning and out of breath, he was flushed scarlet. “Don’t—don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re proud.”

“I am proud.”

He groaned and buried his face in your neck. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

You giggled, fingers in his hair. “Yeah. But I’m your pain in the ass.”

“…Tch.”

⸻

Katsuki Bakugo would never be the boyfriend who said “I love you” every day.

But he would bring you coffee exactly how you liked it. He’d tie your shoelaces for you when your hands were full. He’d fight villains with one hand if it meant he could keep you behind him with the other.

He wouldn’t cuddle you in public—but if you were tired on the train, he’d scowl at anyone who looked your way while letting you lean on his shoulder.

He wouldn’t ask for kisses—but if you kissed him, he’d kiss back like he needed it to breathe.

And if you teased him about it?

“Shut the hell up,” he’d growl.

But he’d still let you crawl into his lap that night, tuck your face into the crook of his neck, and whisper that you loved him.

And maybe—maybe—he’d whisper it back.

Voice hoarse. Quiet.

Like it burned him.

Like he meant it with everything he had.

Because he did.

He always had.

[shoyastars]

Big thank you to @n0t-evenhere for looking over my fanfic! I appreciate the help, go check them out!

Now then! Onto the birthday celebration!

Birthday Photo - NSFW

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April 30th - Ray’s Birthday

Headlines and even the news announcing the Hero Binary Star’s birthday. You sigh as you know how these things usually go, everyone will want to give your boyfriend or Binary Star their gifts and attention, while you just want to spend time with him. You can’t help but curse the NAHA for hogging him.

You bring yourself to be reasonable again, after all… if everyone’s favorite hero wasn’t able to be seen on his birthday then people might cause useless drama over it, however some people still criticized the NAHA for making him work on his birthday too. A double edged sword, if only he had a cloning ability… wait scratch that, you didn’t… who knows what type of shit he could pull if he had one…

You turned off the tv and decided to go back to making a cake instead of going to a store. He liked your cake last year, so why not do it again this year but with more practice and with the help for decoration from YouTube tutorials that you thought Ray would like. You were more confident in this one, but only setting a cake didn’t sit right with you… yes you did it last year, but what gift could you give him? He can buy anything he wants, of course you were an option, but it really didn’t make your thought easy. You sigh tired, as you hummed to a relaxing melody playing in the background, somehow causing you to drift off into sleep, you felt so relaxed your eyes completely shut..

The buzz of your phone against the table annoys you enough to reach for it, in your half asleep state, you yawn and manage to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Star, just wanted to call and see how you were holding up at home.”

Hearing Ray’s voice causes you to wake up instantly, looking at the date, you sigh in relief that you didn’t sleep the full day away.

“I’m good, just um… watching some tv and doom scrolling… a lot of things popped up about you.”

“I bet… but I’m more interested in spending time with you after all this…”

You felt your face head up, as much as he is supposed to have his birthday about him, he still can’t help but be selfish when it comes to you.

“Yeah yeah.. why make it about me though? Seriously if anything I should be more excited to see you today of all days.”

Ray chuckled as you smiled on the other end of the phone. Sometimes you wonder if you still were dreaming upon how the two of you crossed paths… it would’ve been one hell of a dream… but reality always has its surprises… speaking of surprises… his gift… many times have you thought of getting his gift for his birthday…. Yet… the obvious always settles in…. He can literally buy anything he wants or needs, but you were someone he’d rather have over any object he can use anytime.

“I’ll see you when you get home! Happy Birthday Ray.”

Ray smiles on the other end, a light pink across his face, hearing your voice was at all was definitely the best gift he’s had all day.

“Thank you Star.. I’ll see you soon.”

The beep as the call ends, the settling thoughts come in, you had no idea or at least have an idea for a gift for his birthday… maybe some would say it’s unnecessary, but you really couldn’t think of a better idea. You knew him well by now, you weren’t dumb not to notice. However… you were sure you didn’t have anything too interesting to the eye.

You saw an interesting thing come on your feed though, taking Burlesque photos… though they came up as a show for the groom during the wedding or at reception… you remember having a having a camera that could help you take one… it is old however.. you would have to see if it still works, after all what's wrong with this idea? If anything it’s been awhile since the two of you…

You shook your head and decided to go through with it, even if you end up regretting it later… At least you won’t have work tomorrow… all the better for it. At least you hope.

You searched for awhile, till finally finding the old thing. Though you wiped away the dust, you pressed the button to take a quick photo to see if it’s still useable, lucky it still does…. You did need a shower.. you didn’t like how sweaty you were after taking a nap.

When you did take pictures of yourself, looking at them now, you were hoping it was good enough, you took at least three, one you accidentally made blurry, the other you didn’t like, third you were ok with. You sigh as you then decide to at least keep it on your nightstand. You wondered how to actually give it to him after he comes back. Last time you tried to send him a photo of yourself, you immediately regretted it when you were running late to your job in the morning. So that’s off the table.

You wondered if you had a small box, maybe you could do one of those annoying open a box to another box…. No… that doesn’t even sound like a good idea for just one photo of you…

You looked online again, only find the people doing this were handing it to their partner, or had a whole damn photo book of themselves to give to their partners. You were annoyed at this point, you were starting to think this was a bad idea, you grabbed the photo when suddenly you hear the door open and shut.

‘Fuck! What time is it??’

“Star, I’m back!”

“Uh…”

You quickly turned off your phone and went to get the photo, you didn’t know what to do. Only for Ray to look over at you in your panicked state and wonder what exactly you’re worried about.

“Something wrong?”

“Nope! Nothin, nothin at all!”

“Star…”

“Aren’t you going to take a shower? You probably should go!”

You go to push his towards the bathroom as he looks confused, yes he was still in his hero suit after a long day, but he was mostly concerned for you.

“Star, what’s going on?”

“You just arrived at a bad time is all! Besides I need time… to do something…”

Ray looked at you, he really wished he didn’t promise to not read your mind unless it was an emergency.. He really didn’t like it when you hid stuff from him, but he seems more focused on your facial expressions. It’s become a new habit, when he finally caught on he only smiled a bit.

“Alright, I’ll be out soon.”

“Perfect! Ah! I mean… ahem! Just, don’t take too long.”

Ray chuckled at that as he closed the door behind him, you let out a sigh of relief, now you just needed to think, or at least whisper to yourself what exactly to do…

You didn’t want to just give him a photo, maybe… maybe it would be better if you and him were to-… you honestly were at a loss, why did you think this was a good idea?

Well… you took it, so you might as well go all the way.. you go to get something more suitable for tonight, you liked what you saw, he’ll probably like it too, however you also needed to keep things settled until the right moment to give it to him. When you went back to the kitchen for the cake, you made sure it was all good. You were hoping this will all work out. Despite the fact it was a trend online instead of an original idea for his birthday, you take a deep breath and as you mapped out a plan on how to give him this gift… or at least what you call a gift.

You heard the bathroom door open and close, when you saw him peak in you felt you’re heart racing. Ray seemed to notice you’re nervous movements, however you had to go through with this. You can’t just pull out now, you were a fucking villain before, you faced the dangers of criminal life in the shadows, and faced double, even though he nearly cut you’re finger off. You took the cake you made and Ray smiled as you placed it on the table. He patted you’re head, perhaps to ease you’re nerves.

It really didn’t help.

“Looks like you took time to make me a cake yet again, thank you Star.”

“I did my best to improve my baking skills this year, so enjoy it while you can.”

“I know I will, since it’s made from you.”

Ray took the fork you provided along with the cake, and as you did with your own slice. A bit of talking would pass as you slowly begin to ease you’re nerves over the surprise. You and Ray would eventually go to the bedroom you two would share when he stayed over, usually it’s just you’re bed but you and him would share it mostly. Ray would open the window and light his cigarette for a quick smoke. You begin to lay back in bed, Ray gives a small smile seeing you so relaxed.

“Tired already?”

“What can I say? Made a cake and waited for you to come back.”

“Sorry, can’t really help it.”

“No, it’s fine. After all… it’s a double edge sword situation where you have to go, if you didn’t fans would rally around.”

Ray laughed a bit at that, you looked at him as he did. Giving him a bit of a look.

“What?”

“Were you… nevermind..”

“No, tell me!”

“…Were you jealous of me getting all the attention from fans of that guy?”

You felt you’re face heat up, Ray begins to laugh again. You covered your face with a pillow.

“Shut up!”

“Star- it really isn’t that serious.”

“Really? Especially since they get you all day?”

Ray sighed and put out his cigarette, sitting beside you, as you peaked at him with some of your face still in the pillow.

“They can have Binary Star, but I recall that you wanted me, Remember?”

You grumbled into the pillow, but knew he was right. You could care less for Binary Star… you said you wanted him, so you have him. Yet again, Ray was alway the guy you fell for… so to say the people had him… was wrong.. because that wasn’t him but a mask he put on for a show he’s forced to play…

“Yeah… I guess, I’m just upset that I couldn’t spend most of my time with you.. especially on your birthday. I want to spend time with my Ray ya know?”

You laughed a bit awkwardly, Ray ruffled your hair smiling at you. You smile as you then go to fix your hair. You two shared a quick kiss before gone to get off the bed, only to stop.

“Something wrong-“

“What’s that?”

You looked where his gaze was, that’s when you remembered. The photo! You quickly go to reach it only for him to take it before you could. You immediately knew this was the moment you wished you could just disappear. Ray looks at the photo and you a couple of times, he runs his hand through his hair a bit, still sat on the the edge of the bed. You want to say something, but what? Surprise??? You hated how you forgot about one simple thing on your bedside table! So embarrassing… so humiliating how you didn’t go through with your plan!

“So uh.. this is you?”

“I- wanted to give you gift this time…”

“Oh, a gift huh?”

“Don’t start…”

He looked at you as you go to cover yourself with the blanket. After a bit you felt the bed shift by his movements, he moved the blanket away from you, meeting eye to eye now. You tried to look away but one of his hands cupped your face, his thumb moving over your bottom lip. You saw the look in his eyes, a familiar desire.

“I think it’s cute..”

He leaned in close to your ear, making you’re heart race again, you swear you were going to have a heart attack. His hot breath can be felt against it.

“However, I prefer the real deal. Wouldn’t you agree, my star?”

You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at his words, he chuckled at you’re reaction, moving away from you’re ear to look at you. Was he really teasing you right now? Well you did take the photo knowing he was going to be like this, so why are you still getting flustered like some teenage virgin reading smutty books?

“I didn’t know if that would be a good gift ether way so-“

“So, I’ll be sure to cherish this when I think of you.”

“Ray, what the fuck!”

“Ah ah! You said it was a gift.”

“I- well, true… but-“

“So easy to tease.”

“Fuck off!”

You cover your face with your hands, as much as you are glad he likes it. Does he really have to express what he’s mostly going to do??? What else would he do other than jerk it to your photo? Ray smirked as you kept you’re hands to your face. However, he wasn’t really planning on just teasing you.. especially after seeing you like that for him..

You felt as his hand went under you’re shirt, you immediately turned your attention to him.

“Ray- Wha!”

“What? Don’t tell me you weren’t expecting me to not adore you after giving me such a thoughtful gift.”

Feeling his warm hand trailing over your body felt good, you couldn’t resist it… you wanted it.. however a deep part of you still felt more embarrassed by the situation. Jesus Christ, why can’t you just pick a struggle today?

Small sounds of pleasure came from you as he began to kiss and nip your neck, you liked how he did that.

“Did you also plan ahead by picking out these clothes for easy access for me?”

“Shut… up..”

He let out a small laugh as his hand trailed down, you wanted it, you really did, his touch was drawing you in more and more. He really did know what he was doing.. him hearing the small gasps of pleasure were even better, he continued to treat you like this, he wanted you to know how much he loved his gift, this was definitely the best gift he’s been given all day, instead of those gifts those people though he might like… maybe for that guy, this though…. He loved this one more..

The small whispers of his name as he continued were beautiful to him, he always liked hearing you say his name. His name. No one else’s… you were his, he was yours. He hoped you knew that, even after all this time…

“Ray-“

“You’re doing amazing Star.~”

The time you let yourself go with him felt right, so safe, so good. Ray smiled at you as he went to take off both his sweater and undershirt, his scars and muscular frame now visible to your eyes, he leaned in to kiss you, a deep passionate kiss. Assisting you in taking off your clothes as you two were so lost in each other's lust. Finally hearing that stupid belt come off, you were both eager to continue this dance with each other. Hands intertwined as you continued to feel this pleasure with him, the moans between the two of you were sweet melodies to each other's ears, such passion, so much love for one another, it drew both of you in. Two broken souls, two who wanted to find each other, to try and become something beautiful together. The hunger along with the love in Ray’s eyes only further shows how you don’t regret your decision, and how you have no regrets.

The moan of your name with so much affection in saying it was enough to make you feel content, to feel so satisfied with this outcome. The two of you now breathless, sharing one more tender kiss. How close his face was to yours, causing the both of you to feel content in this moment. Just the two of you in this moment of bliss.

He cherished this gift, as you treasured his love for it. Resting in each other’s embrace, no longer a care in the world.

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In the Morning, the sun shines on your face as you groaned in annoyance, you realized that your clothes were still on the floor as you woke up a bit, going to get off the bed proving impossible, your tired boyfriend clinging to you. You signed in as you ran your hand through his messy hair, a hum of approval from him as he kept his arms around you. This moment is counted as a beautiful moment of peace for you. You stayed like this for a couple more minutes, the rest of the day, despite it not being his birthday anymore, was enjoyed by the two of you.

Just being with you made his day all the more brighter, the people can have Binary Star, Ray on the other hand, was all yours. Forever and always.

You were His Star, as much as he was Your Ray.

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Happy Birthday to our Favorite Hero! <3

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ASK COMPILATION: Boomer Drow, Scratch, Mouthwashing, Cats and musical opinions.

A more casual compilation this time as I desperately try to make some room in my inbox. I went back so far I found lore questions and art prompts that I really liked but had completely forgotten about... That's why it's a mess in there LOL I will hopefully get to those soon!

Hi! Thank you! I still dream about smoking almost every night and had a couple during the new year but I'm hanging in there :')

Very loose and mostly as a bit. It might be something that I explore more in the future, but as of right now their "canon" setting is far, far more interesting to me!

...That's brutal and highly accurate 😭

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I'm not gonna lie, when I started posting I got, uh, a lot of responses like this to my art. About how I drew people "ugly" and frightening and even though it MOSTLY was meant as a compliment, it got kinda... Overwhelming 😅 It definitely led me to do a 180 for a while and re-access how I wanted to draw people. I love drawing flaws but I think that comes from not really seeing them as flaws, so the amount of folks AGGRESSIVELY harping on it did eventually get to me a little bit.

I think I've since found a pretty good balance between simple, pretty and "flawed" that I enjoy, though. So, thank you! I do take your message as a compliment and I'm glad you enjoy him.

DU drow was my first run! I have since played with a different character called Izzantar who was my first non-urge campaign though.

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... I didn't find scratch in the DU drow run. Sorry anon LOL

Now you see, this is the legacy I want to leave behind.

(thanks for making Astarion feel included)

I was the one who recommended it to him and I really liked it! I've always DREAMED of a game that actually and unapologetically put you in the shoes of a shitty person and took you through the complex reasons why they are the way that they are without justifying their actions. And I adore the way the secondary character undeniably had a hand in the tragedy that unfolded despite his good intentions. The game sincerely explored the types of flawed characters I rarely ever see explored and I can only give it my sincerest kudos to it.

I've been considering playing Origins on stream after MANY recommendations, actually!

I would suggest examining and referencing off athletes and gymnasts videos for practice while trying to garner a more in-depth understanding of musculature by crossreferencing that stuff with dry, medical anatomy diagrams. I have a few more in-depth examples and advice in my #tutorial and #advice tags!

DU drow would really like Frida. Jarboe would constantly disappoint him by being the very dumb animal that she is.

I think Astarion would like both of them but complain endlessly about how much attention they demand and how up in his business they'd want to be - I have a feeling he likes street cats, which none of my cats are (Frida has a little street-smarts remaining but has been thoroughly spoiled by now. Jarboe was a hoarder cat before I adopted her and is extremely sociable and un-cat-like because of it.)

I DM'd a single Call of Cthulhu session in my teens and only recently participated in my first ever DnD game in a discord event! That's about it.

This is for the over-attentive ANE readers but Brutus is a Dalyria song for me ☺️

He'd like Jazz A LOT.

But I think he'd be more of a root-punk/post-rock guy, not really into synth. And then a lot of the classics like Elvis, Nina Simone, Marley, etc.

Also Foetus and GG allin for whatever reason.

3 for Astarion, 5 for Shadowheart. Jaheira would never but she could get away with 8.

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hi quip! i really like your one piece comics and i am curious how you do them! i'm not good at comics and want to be better at drawing them! how do you learn how to make comics?

thank you!

uh oh... im afraid u have caught me at the perfect crossroad of "bored at work" and "unrelated task ive been meaning to do but keep putting off."

this is long. i hope you like reading (and grayscale progress pics). and of course!!! disclaimer before we begin that this is just how I, personally draw comics. there is no "right way."

quip's comic-making process!

Switching my typing to make this more legible...

My process can kinda be broken down into 6 steps:

Brainstorming

Thumbnailing

Sketching

Panels & Text

Lines

Tones/Colors

1. Brainstorming

My brain is a leaky sieve on a good day, so I sloppily jot down ideas in my phone notes the moment I have them. This helps me when it's time to draw too, because if I feel art blocked, I can look through old concepts and see what catches my interest.

Otherwise, I love drawing for other people's writing. :) And if worst comes to worst, doing manga/comic page redraws in my style teaches me new things every time.

Once I have my idea, I'll usually make a bulletpoint list of "plot points" or "story beats" I want. Then I plan the comic with this format that I've adapted from a tutorial I read once. I'm going to use my most recent comic (original comic post) as an example.

I start in the third column, writing notes of what I'd want to see in each panel. I also include the dialogue (in this case, I didn't have to write the dialogue! it's from the fanfic linked in the original comic post!). I usually write the whole name like [Luffy:], but at this point I've drawn so much of these guys, just the first letter works.

I like to handwrite these notes to get an idea for how much text I'm putting in a single panel.

After I describe all the panels, I go back and separate them into pages. I can't tell you how to know how many panels to a page. It's whatever works for you. I just kinda know about how big each panel will be, and so I can feel when I'm probably running out of space. (Also. You can change things later. I don't in this example, but I add/drop pages/panels all the time.)

2. Thumbnailing

Thumbnailing—as the name suggests—should be done tiny. Too tiny to accidentally get sucked into details.

This is about marking down blobs where items/characters go, and figuring out the paneling. I'll draw and redraw these a bunch of times too.

This is also the most time-consuming/brain-working part for me. If I were in a zine that did progress percentage, I'd try to finish thumbnailing around the 50% mark (but I'm also a moderately fast artist, so your mileage may vary).

I think the terrible quality makes them charming, actually. I really like how silly they look. :')))

I will add, when you draw your "page" rectangle, make sure it's the same proportions as your actual canvas for the final image. You want an accurate idea of how much space each panel will take up, especially if you have a lot of text.

3. Sketching

This is my most recent change to my usual workflow, and it's saving me a lot of time. I make my thumbnails a bit bigger (each one about half the size of the final canvas), and I sketch these basic body forms right over them.

It just helps give me placement for my actual lines!

I usually draw these in a paleish color so I can lower the opacity and not get distracted by them while lining. The random darker parts are to either help keep two forms separate (like when two characters have their limbs all over) or to better define sections that were too sloppy/poorly proportioned.

I also think this helps my poses stay looser, because I have more dramatic/wriggly shapes that aren't too bogged down by proportions yet.

Sidenote: I CANNOT show this here, but sometimes this is when I take videos. Of myself. I prop my phone camera up and shoot a video of me acting each panel. :/// It looks really dumb, but it also shows me fun body language ideas like hand gestures, expressions, weight distribution, etc. Just pretend you're an overdramatic cartoon character, and try not to worry about your roommates or mother walking in on you doing odd things. (You can also use the video for anatomy reference later, but I usually just capture the vibe and don't try to copy the actual video frame.)

4. Panels & Text

Oh, boy. So, the panels are usually just straight lines (though it's fun to make creative exceptions, like a round panel to mimic looking through a spyglass), but there are some fancy rules that I don't strictly adhere to.

I believe (I have no technical training in this. Take everything I say with a grain of salt) the vertical gaps (between two side-by-side panels) should all be a consistent width and the horizontal gaps (between two panels on top of each other) should be another. The vertical ones? Should be thinner? Because you want the eye to easily glide between them, whereas the horizontal gaps should be a visual barrier to keep you from jumping ahead. Just something I've vaguely noticed.

There are lots of fun "default layouts" you can look up. Or keep it a consistent grid. I think it's fun to sometimes have characters/objects sticking out of panels and overlapping others. This is just a matter of taste, creativity, and inspiration. (Read Witch Hat Atelier... It has some of my favorite paneling...)

You may also notice I have already done the speech bubbles. This is, to me, a crucial step. This helps me catch early if I don't have enough room for all the words. It also lets me plan the art in each panel with the speech bubbles in mind. There's nothing worse than working really hard on a panel, and then you realize there's no room for the bubbles.

I also try to lay them out in a way that guides the eye! Even without art, can people tell where to go next? Better yet, if I want people to look at panels out of order (aka not left to right, in my case), can I use the speech bubble path to make them? Here's just a vague example of what I mean.

As an added bonus, doing speech bubbles early also allows me to be lazy! :) Ignore the comic; I'm not supposed to post it yet oops,, There's a whole lot of drawing to do on each comic page, and I am not wasting my time on stuff that will be covered up. So yes, if I hide my bubbles, there are a lot of unfinished lines trailing off into nothing. (As a bonus, if there's a part of a character you're struggling with—and it won't look weird to do so—you can move speech bubbles to just hide the problem area yayyy)

Making the actual bubbles could be their own whole tutorial, tbh, but there are some general guidelines I use.

Zoom out when you choose your font size. You want to know how it will look to the average reader, so it isn't super teeny tiny or way too big. You generally want to keep the same text size for all your pages/bubbles.

When I draw bubbles, I try to size them about one vertical letter height (and some change) around the words [left side]. This isn't always the case though, because humorously large or funny shaped text bubbles can convey different feelings [right side].

On Procreate, I set my bubble lines to Reference and just drag-and-drop the white fill on a separate layer below the lines. (Remember to turn Reference back off again when you're done, or your fill bucket won't work right when you're drawing.)

To get the white outlines I use to keep the bubbles from cluttering up the art, I literally just Gaussian blur an all-white copy of the lines + fills... and then I copy and merge it 5 times until it's opaque enough. This is a terrible way to do it, but it works for me. :')

5. Lines

This is the part that I can't tell you how to do. I literally just. Draw right over my wacky sketched body forms. Boom. Comic drawn.

I'll make three suggestions:

Don't focus on making every panel perfect. Give a little extra love to big ones or ones you want people to linger on. Otherwise, know that people are typically speeding through the art. It's way more important to focus on storytelling than art technique. In my opinion, a good story that's told well will always be better than a beautiful one told poorly. (Some comics are beautiful AND well-written... Alas, I am just a hobbyist who needs to get the ideas out of my head at top speed.)

Put your background lines on a different layer. Put your foreground lines on a different layer too, if you have those. Basically, I try to keep the main part of each panel (usually a character or object) on my lines layer so I can erase background/foreground/etc lines to ensure clarity/focus.

You can make background lines lighter colors too. I have too many numbers sorry. (1) Background. The stuff that's farthest away. Lightest lines. Few details; more focused on shapes and the suggestion of a background (I'm not good at backgrounds). (2) Midground. Same distance away as the characters are. Lines can be black. (3) Also midground, and also the same distance away. But they're very detailed, so I lighten them so they aren't so distracting. (4) The characters. Black lines for focus. For people who haven't seen the comic, I swear they are just hugging. This is SFW. D:

6. Tones/Colors

Do not. Do NOT ask me. I don't understand colors. I hate working with them, but I try because I want to improve. I hate doing anything beyond the simplest grayscale shading. Please go elsewhere for your coloring/tone advice. This is how my color picker looks 95% of the time. I have pre-set "percentages" of black that I got by lowering the opacity of a black layer and just color picking it. I don't even know the exact percentages I used. Good luck out there. Be better than me.

7. Sharing

This is a bonus step that I didn't mention earlier, but it's actually the most important of all of them.

You need a friend. Or maybe a groupchat or discord. A family member or coworker if you're really close like that. I don't know.

Find SOMEWHERE you can spam wips and be cheered on. Drawing comics takes a while, especially if you're trying to tell longer stories than I'd dare to attempt. If I don't force someone to praise me for every line I draw, I shrivel up and die.

Also if and when you post online, add alt text. I'll admit I'm the first person to complain and drag my feet on this, and I literally use a screenreader myself when my eyes hurt (strong prescription glasses wearer). Comics should be accessible, because stories are fun and everyone should be able to enjoy them.

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Learning???

And I guess lastly, how do you learn to make comics? Two steps: 1) read them and 2) make them. This is the tragedy of creating things.

1) Reading them: I grew up reading comic strips, western serialized comics, and webcomics. I've always loved graphic novels too. Then in late middle school, I started reading manga (Death Note and Haikyuu were my first two), and now I'm trying to read more webtoons (sorry im so slow bree)!

I also... mass-consume doujinshi, thanks to proxy mailing services and bilingual friends/Google Translate/knowing some Korean. (I have an entire bookshelf of doujin, actually,,)

The thing is, it's not usually enough to just read comics. You also need to be thinking. :/ I notice paneling, comic devices, clever comedic timing, etc. as I go. It's just a lot of studying/learning while also enjoying the story.

2) Making them: You just have to start. :( Even if you think they're "bad." My first comics were actually just drawings placed randomly all over the page, connected by speech bubbles (yay... I was already practicing how to place bubbles to lead the eye around the page...). I was going to post a pic here, but I'm a coward. Backscroll my account and you can find some older ones though.

I also know my art in general improved dramatically when I did ten comics in ten weeks for my friend's fic. Don't do this. It hurt my hands/wrists. But do practice in moderation.

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If you actually read all that... I hope it made even a modicum of sense. And maybe it was even helpful? Just know at the end of the day, there is literally no right way to draw a comic.

And if you aren't ready to go for it yet, you can start by just adding a couple speech bubbles to your illustrations or doodles! It's a way to add storytelling and dialogue writing to things you may already be making.

Yay. I love comics. :))))

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Footballplayer!Sukuna X Toughgirl!Reader Who Do You Think I Am? Pt.8

My Masterlist Series Masterlist

The server takes your drink orders—he doesn’t even have to ask what you want, because somehow Sukuna already knows. That alone makes you narrow your eyes at him, but he just grins like it’s no big deal.

Once you're alone again, he leans forward, arms crossed on the table, gaze sharp but not unkind.

“So,” he starts, voice low and a little gruff, “you gonna tell me anything about yourself tonight, or am I gonna have to keep bothering Gojo to get answers?”

You arch a brow. “You were already bothering Gojo?”

He shrugs. “He’s annoying. I can match that energy.”

You smirk, folding your arms. “Fine. I’ll play nice for once.”

There’s a pause, just long enough for a breath.

“I like books. Black boots. Quiet rooms. And people who don’t talk just to hear themselves.”

Sukuna holds up a hand. “Okay, wow. Personal attack.”

You laugh, and his eyes flicker like he’s just found something sacred.

“No, seriously,” he says, resting his chin on his hand now. “That’s cool. I like... motorcycles, horror movies, food that bites back, and sleeping in way too late.”

You eye him. “You don’t seem like the type who likes to sleep in.”

“I don’t,” he says. “But I like the idea of it.”

You roll your eyes, and the drinks come—he waits for yours to be set down before lifting his glass slightly.

“To first dates that don’t crash and burn,” he says, smirking.

You clink your glass against his. “You’re optimistic.”

“I’m trying,” he replies, and for once it’s not cocky. Just honest.

Conversation flows easier after that. He tells you about how Gojo once got his cleats stuck in a vending machine trying to kick it for a free soda. You laugh so hard you snort.

And that—that—is when Sukuna falls.

Not for your looks, or the jacket you’re wearing like it was made for you.

But for your laugh.

It hits him like a punch to the ribs. Unfair. Unrelenting.

His heart stutters.

He tries to hide it with a sip from his drink, but it’s useless. You’re still smiling at the dumb story, brushing hair from your face like you didn’t just rearrange his whole world.

And all he can think is:

Fuck.

He’s gone.

Somewhere between laughing about Tiffany’s poorly done eyeliner tutorials and your shared hatred for group projects, your hand ends up on the table.

You don’t even realize it until his pinky brushes against yours.

You don’t move. Neither does he.

It’s tentative at first—like he’s waiting for you to pull away.

But you don’t.

And his fingers curl slowly into yours.

It’s nothing flashy, no grand gesture. Just the gentle interlocking of hands in the quiet glow of the restaurant’s lights, both of you pretending like it’s no big deal.

Even though it is.

He runs his thumb over your knuckles once. Twice.

And then, like the asshole he is, he smirks. “You’re letting me hold your hand. That’s dangerous.”

You scoff softly, but your grip tightens a little.

The server returns with dessert—something chocolatey and obnoxiously decadent—and places it in the middle of the table before blinking. “Oh—I’m sorry. I forgot a second spoon. I’ll go grab—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sukuna cuts in, waving him off without looking away from you. “We’ll share.”

Your eyes narrow. “We will?”

He grins like he just won the lottery.

You barely get a protest out before he’s scooping up a small bite and offering it to you, eyes daring.

“Open up.”

“You are not—”

He leans a little closer. “I’ll make airplane noises if I have to.”

You roll your eyes, but you open your mouth, lips brushing the spoon as he carefully feeds you.

You chew, slow. “That’s stupidly good.”

“Told you.” He takes a bite next, then points the spoon back at you. “Your turn.”

You roll your eyes again, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips now. A real one. And when you take the spoon from him, your fingers brush again—on purpose, maybe.

His eyes flick to your mouth, and this time, the look he gives you makes your stomach tighten.

You glance down. Your hands are still intertwined on the table.

Still warm.

Still steady.

And neither of you let go. ~~~

The night air is cool when you both step out of the restaurant, the city lights casting a soft glow over the sidewalk. You don’t realize it until Sukuna chuckles, that low, smug kind of laugh that always means trouble.

“What?” you ask, squinting at him.

He stops walking, hand still loosely holding yours, and tilts his head. “You’ve got something—right there.” He taps his cheek with a crooked smirk.

Before you can reach up, he beats you to it.

You freeze when his thumb brushes just under your lip, dragging a smear of chocolate from the corner of your mouth.

It’s slow. Intentional. And when he pulls his hand back, he doesn’t break eye contact.

He pops his thumb into his mouth, sucking the chocolate off lazily like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Waste not, right?” he says around a grin.

Your heart skips. Thumps. Then it slams into your ribs.

And all you can do is stare at him, your face heating so quickly it’s a miracle you don’t burst into flames.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter, yanking your hand from his to cross your arms over your chest.

But he just laughs, like he already knows—knows he’s crawling under your skin, knows you let him.

“Goodnight, princess,” he says, voice thick with smug affection. “Text me when you get in.”

You don’t say anything. Just spin on your heel, heart thundering, and march down the sidewalk like your legs aren’t made of jelly.

And behind you, Sukuna just stands there—smiling like he already won. ~~~

The next few days at school feel… different.

Your hand is almost always in his now.

He doesn't ask. He just reaches for it, fingers curling around yours like it’s always been his. And for some reason, you let him. Every time.

You’re halfway across campus when Gojo struts up beside you, sunglasses perched way too high on his nose and a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. “Look who’s suddenly all lovey-dovey in public.”

You raise a brow. “Do you want a punch or a kick?”

Gojo ignores you. Of course he does. “Sukuna, dude, blink twice if you’re being held hostage by hormones.”

Sukuna flips him off without missing a step, still leading you toward the courtyard.

But Gojo isn’t done.

He makes the loudest, most obnoxious gagging noise you’ve ever heard, then starts mimicking wet kissing sounds, flailing like he’s having a seizure.

You pull your hand away just to smack him in the chest. “Oh my god, grow up!”

Gojo stumbles back, laughing like a maniac. “I knew she had hands! Love that for you, Ryo!”

Sukuna just sighs, grumbling, “We should’ve ditched him at practice.”

You’re barely past the fountains when Tiffany corners you. Her arms are crossed, lower lip in a pout.

“Oh,” she huffs. “So this is what it’s like to get replaced.”

You blink. “Tiff, we literally hung out last night—”

“Yeah, but I didn’t get to do your nails or braid your hair or force you to watch trashy reality TV with me,” she rattles off with growing offense. “Now it’s all Sukuna this and Sukuna that and Oh my god, Sukuna wiped chocolate off my face and put his thumb in his mouth like a Victorian scandal—”

You smack your forehead. “You’re so dramatic.”

She gasps, grabbing your arm. “I miss you!”

You sigh. “I miss you too. I didn’t realize I was neglecting you, I swear. I’ll come by tonight. No boys. Just cheap nail polish and the worst show you can find.”

Tiffany beams. “Okay, good. But I am going to glare at him dramatically every time he touches you.”

You snort. “He’s gonna love that.”

“Disgusting,” Gojo mutters behind you, still miming kissing hands. “Young love. Makes me sick.”

Sukuna smirks and throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close like it’s nothing.

But from the way his fingers squeeze your shoulder—and the subtle pink rising in his ears—you know it is something. ~~~

The night is full of low pop music, glitter nail polish fumes, and the familiar smell of instant ramen wafting from Tiffany’s tiny dorm microwave.

You’re halfway through letting her apply a questionable glitter topcoat to your nails when she launches into a passionate rant about the latest trainwreck couple on Love is Lava: Island of Temptation.

“No because if he really loved her, he wouldn’t have kissed her twin sister behind the pantry!” she yells, pointing at the screen with a chip bag like it’s a sword of justice. “That’s just basic decency!”

You laugh—harder than you have in days. It feels good. Tiffany hums as she shakes the nail polish bottle again, then suddenly goes quiet.

“Okay, next hand—wait, did you hear that?”

You pause, frowning. “Like… what?”

A soft scuffling sound.

Then a creak.

Then a thud.

You both whirl toward the window—just in time to see a figure drop inside like a lanky, badly coordinated cat burglar.

“…Gojo?” you and Tiffany say at the same time.

He brushes off his jacket like he didn’t just break into a girl’s dorm room through a fucking window and waves with his signature grin. “Hey, besties.”

“What the fuck—” you start, but Tiffany leaps to her feet before you can finish.

“Are you serious right now?!” she shrieks, running over and smacking his arm. “You said you were gonna be stealthy!”

“I was!” Gojo defends, dodging half-heartedly. “You’re the one who said your window doesn’t squeak!”

“You climbed through it like a drunken raccoon!”

“Babe, raccoons are graceful.”

You stare at them.

Then blink.

Then slowly say, “Wait. Babe?”

Gojo pauses—grinning now like the cat who ate the canary.

Tiffany freezes.

Then she bursts out: “OKAY YES, FINE, we’re kinda a thing!”

You blink again. “Since when!?”

Tiffany grabs her glittery pink nail polish like it’ll shield her from judgment. “Since, like… last week.”

Gojo throws his arm around her shoulders. “I brought her snacks after late lab. She said my snacks were better than her last boyfriend. Sparks flew.”

“You weren’t even supposed to be in the building!” Tiffany hisses.

“Romance doesn’t wait for permissions slips,” Gojo whispers dramatically.

You cover your mouth as a laugh escapes.

“Wait—so this whole time you were teasing me about Sukuna—”

“And I was also making out with your best friend in her broom-closet-sized dorm, yes,” Gojo nods solemnly.

You throw a pillow at him.

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[phoebastria-albatrus]

i need to make a post on why i draw 3/4 of the pd nonwhite can i trust the jrwi fandom 2 be normal. awesome. lots of posts today lesgo (this got really long so under the cut)

vyncent is like canonically vaguely asian whatever the fuck that means but he is just generically mixed SEAsian king 2 me. he cannot name any part of his heritage and he’s real 4 that. anyhoo. i think his actual like straight up immigrant allegory is smth more people should think about!!! people are thinking your weird for not knowing what something is??? holy fuck!!! social fumbles??? fuck!!! yeah!! anyway. and the assumption of a dumb immigrant and how people perceive him as that and are actually confused when he can stand his ground and say stop talking at me. yeah. anyway asian king and the feeling of being stuck in someone’s perception of you is something imma bring up w dakota too so.

dakota. yeah. i usually draw him Black or mixed and i think this is important regarding his backstoryyyyy. poc and esp Black families aren’t given the same support sometimes in grieving and that Can lead to drug abuse moreoften so. that happens with alaska. and dakota is in this place of i need to be strong because people will pick on me if im weak and alaska needs me. that’s basically canon but boy if you imagine it in a poc way. 100 damage. so you look outwardly strong to everyone else but like!! you’re just a kid!!! and adultification!! ur a 16 year old boy and you just want to be silly!!! and then people still see you like this and you think but that’s not me!!! but you can’t drop this now either. so you’re stuck between being seen as weird by white peers and weak by poc peers.

mixed latina-white for our girl ashe and it Is important that she doesn’t remember anything she might’ve learned from her mother. her brain made space for the demon language by shoving out her other language or smth. but yeah so you kill your mother and a couple years later you realise oh, i have nothing from my culture and my father can’t help me with this. he doesn’t know how to help keep my hair healthy or what those words mean or how to throw a quince. so ashe spends her time in online school clubs and internet forums but somethings still missing. she finds tutorials for her hair and starts doing language courses but there’s still Something missing. because she’s being taught this by someone she doesn’t know or who’s just a face behind a screen and. yeah. the disconnect from her culture is something vyncent Kind of gets but she’s alone in this. so yeah ashe is someone who became moreeee. timid. in physical spaces. to keep eyes off of her and not dissect whatever is wrong with her. why she doesn’t pronounce that correctly or why she walks around with a white father.

anyway. thats it. dont kill me.

[tarta-de-limon]

I'm thinking about opening commissions this summer to gain some money, but at the same time I'M SO SCARED LMAO.

HOw do people open commissions??? If I'm honest I feel like a grandma because I have NO IDEA where to begin. I do notice PayPal seems to be the best option, since lots of artists use it, but daaaaaang I am scared of accidentally ruining it.

Like I follow this channel that talks about art polemic and I'm like "oh gosh, hope that won't be me"

If I do end up opening comms, and for some reason you want to commission me, please have this image in mind:

For I am DUMB AF. If I DO end up opening commissions it'll be because I tried to research and saw lots of tutorials about it, but well, as I just said, I'm dumb.

[amigac0debasic13]

Im turning my previous post into a public service announcement for all transformers artists who still do this. Unsure if these people are just not gay themselves or have some kind of. internalized homophobia?

But please, for the love of the gods that aren't there please, please stop fetishizing characters you've head cannoned as gay. If you intend to draw or talk about a gay relationship I just want to make it public knowledge that it feels like. really shitty and gross when you purposefully take an otherwise masculine character and feminize them purely to fit the ideals of masculine people dating feminine people (generally heterosexual).

If you intend to break these boundaries by making the masculine partner a woman and the feminine partner a man I generally have no qualms with that since you are explicitly trying to break away or critique a harmful and expected normality. BUT. Many, many transformers fans I've seen (who typically aren't gay themselves) do this so their gay ships can be cute and have the small feminine robot man and the big hunky masculine robot man. I'm a gay man myself and this is incredibly insulting. just so you know. This is really common from what i can tell so im not going after anyone in particular but just. generally.

I believe in your ability to draw masc x masc relationships or fem x fem relationships and to NOT alter the original source material to fit a sexist ideal. okay? Here is my primary example: Megop. Okay I do not hate megop shippers, it isnt for me and thats fine, I think immediately addressing all parts of a shipping group as feminizing one half of their ship is a really shallow way to look at everything since I do know and actively see megop shippers who do not do this. its also okay that megop is like, the most popular ship even though I dont personally fw it.

The problem is when a majority of every megop post I see has people making optimus small and feminine so it feels more straight, or when someone purposefully genderbends only one party to make it straight. Okay, look me in my eyes. If you are going to feminize one character, you will feminize them BOTH. if you are going to genderswap one character, you will genderswap them BOTH. dont be a coward, make optimus and megatron strong powerful butches. Additionally many people also seem to associate a height difference with being feminine or masculine which inevitably feeds back into the idea that women are always shorter than men, ergo "weaker" by sexist ideals.

And let me go into something else: your alien women robots dont have to be skinny and small in all cases. Heres a way to make this fun, these are an entirely different species! maybe their concepts of femininity and masculinity are different than ours? maybe they dont even have that concept at all. this is a critique of the general transformers franchise too because most female cybertronians are small and have no wrinkles and cant be flawed in appearance which is dumb because wrinkly old war-torn women are the best. Heres your ms paint tutorial that i drew in 5 seconds with my mouse of a random woman with no backstory yet. high quality, right?

Youre allowed to make your female characters look like theyre affected by gravity. go on. I believe in you. you can have feminine characters without going all out on sexist beauty standards too, you just gotta believe in yourself. Especially if your girl character fights in a stressful war, you dont need to make em look perfect. Id also like to finish this by saying its okay to have fem x masc gay relationships, and its okay to have really perfect looking characters with no flaws. if theres a reason for it. If youre just feminizing your characters because you cant fathom two masculine men kissing or every single design of a woman on my dash is flawless and skinny and appeals to our standards then I think we can do better, ok? not trying to attack anyone, this is purely something ive been irritated with for a lot of time.

[paristexasfan]

I’ve finished persona 5(the base game, I plan on getting to the P5R extra story content in NG+ because I didn’t realize which social links I had to get) and yeah.

This game is kind of interesting. In peak Persona fashion it’s great at building good characters and also fucking up on making decisions for the characters sometimes.

Like did Kawikami need to be a romance option? No, not really. She’s an awesome character but they made a weird left turn on it that doesn’t ruin her character but also is like. Why.

Makoto, same thing. She has a buildup that looks like she’s going to realize she’s not gonna be right about everything, but it never pays off. She’s kinda stuck in this limbo stage. And the weird thing is that there are hints that she is wrong, almost like you can see the battle between writers with conflicting ideas on where they wanted the social link to go and what ends up happening is somewhere in the middle.

Akechi it looked like was just a bonafide villain before they pull a twist that doesn’t quite redeem him but gives context and I swear I can see where lines were drawn in the sand in the war for creative control.

There’s also the question of changing hearts, like Sae was pretty much a massive prick before her heart was changed and it was like you know… this raises several questions.

I think the game at its best is an uncompromising social commentary on how not only do the heroes not win sometimes, but the bad guys also have the playing cards and the advantage a lot of times. The opening and tutorial of the game really sets that tone where this game does everything to be like. “This world and its laws are fucking bullshit”. And I appreciate it for that. We live in scary times right now, all across the world, but that’s why we gotta fight.

But I think where the game does kind raise more dubious questions is when i think it equates the reason why persona 5 Trump was elected as “nihilism”. “People want to be controlled” and so and so. And it’s like… uhh..

I think that’s also part of the heart changing thing that feels wrong. In real life would you say Trump being in office is because people “want to be controlled”, or is it because people are stupid and swayed by dumb contradictory shit that somehow works because of misdirection?

There are plenty of bad people in the world yes, but I think the biggest thing about it is incompetence and stupidity. I fucking hope it’s incompetence and stupidity. Shit like “we want to be in a 1984 George Orwellian dystopia because that’s built into a human” are like a fraction correct. I pray they don’t tell the whole story. So for me the reason I protest and I get active politically is motivated to educate basically.

I think the p5 writers also believe this, but I also think it got mixed up in the details. It’s a story, so a lot of times there can be some wack character and story decisions that kinda weaken the narrative.

Persona 5 is a really cool story and game. I think it’s games like these that really motivate me into wanting to change the world. And sure, it’s for some noticeable pitfalls, but I think the impact of it will far outweigh its negatives

(I think it’s kind of funny how basically all persona games are like this where they have a really brilliant story with some weird choices that don’t make the games any less of art but also are just kinda there)

[oobbbear]

Dumb art advice for people who can’t understand logic like me:

First, turn off your brain and just draw a bunch, for example you want to learn to draw hands, go on Pinterest search ‘Hands’ and just copy what you see, do this everyday for 30min-1hour, slowly you’ll get a vague understanding of how hands work

THEN, go and watch some tutorials and the learn structure of the hand. The logic and structure are important but you won’t understand anything if you don’t already have a good picture of what the thing look like in your brain.

(This method works really well if you want to learn anatomy, don’t go dig into the muscle and skeleton, draw figures first, you don’t need to know what you’re drawing you just need to have an understanding of the flow of human body, it will help you greatly later on when you really go into the structure of body)

Of course this is only based on personal experiences, you can learn the theories and then practice but that did not work for me, if I don’t have hands on experience on what I’m drawing I won’t understand a single word in the tutorial. Do what works best for you I’m just putting this out here

[shoyastars]

Birthday Words - SFW

April 30th - Ray’s Birthday

Headlines and even the news announcing the Hero Binary Star’s birthday. You sigh as you know how these things usually go, everyone will want to give your boyfriend or Binary Star their gifts and attention, while you just want to spend time with him. You can’t help but curse the NAHA for hogging him.

You bring yourself to be reasonable again, after all… if everyone’s favorite hero wasn’t able to be seen on his birthday then people might cause useless drama over it, however some people still criticized the NAHA for making him work on his birthday too. A double edged sword, if only he had a cloning ability… wait scratch that, you didn’t… who knows what type of shit he could pull if he had one…

You turned off the tv and decided to go back to making a cake instead of going to a store. He liked your cake last year, so why not do it again this year but with more practice and with the help for decoration from YouTube tutorials that you thought Ray would like. You were more confident in this one, but only setting a cake didn’t sit right with you… yes you did it last year, but what gift could you give him? He can buy anything he wants, of course you were an option, but it really didn’t make your thought easy. You sigh tired, as you hummed to a relaxing melody playing in the background, somehow causing you to drift off into sleep, you felt so relaxed your eyes completely shut..

The buzz of your phone against the table annoys you enough to reach for it, in your half asleep state, you yawn and manage to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Star, just wanted to call and see how you were holding up at home.”

Hearing Ray’s voice causes you to wake up instantly, looking at the date, you sigh in relief that you didn’t sleep the full day away.

“I’m good, just um… watching some tv and doom scrolling… a lot of things popped up about you.”

“I bet… but I’m more interested in spending time with you after all this…”

You felt your face head up, as much as he is supposed to have his birthday about him, he still can’t help but be selfish when it comes to you.

“Yeah yeah.. why make it about me though? Seriously if anything I should be more excited to see you today of all days.”

Ray chuckled as you smiled on the other end of the phone. Sometimes you wonder if you still were dreaming upon how the two of you crossed paths… it would’ve been one hell of a dream… but reality always has its surprises… speaking of surprises… his gift… many times have you thought of getting his gift for his birthday…. Yet… the obvious always settles in…. He can literally buy anything he wants or needs, but you were someone he’d rather have over any object he can use anytime.

“I’ll see you when you get home! Happy Birthday Ray.”

Ray smiles on the other end, a light pink across his face, hearing your voice was at all was definitely the best gift he’s had all day.

“Thank you Star.. I’ll see you soon.”

The beep as the call ends, the settling thoughts come in, you had no idea or at least have an idea for a gift for his birthday… maybe some would say it’s unnecessary, but you really couldn’t think of a better idea. You knew him well by now, you weren’t dumb not to notice. However… you were sure you didn’t have anything too interesting to the eye. You went to take a shower to brush off some of the nerves. Despite it all, you still wanted Ray to have a good birthday, thinking about it now, he probably didn’t have many… you wanted him to enjoy now, of course the gift doesn’t have to be too flashy, but you might as well make something by hand…. Like a card…

Trying to make something out of nothing is harder than people think, you did already make a cake, might as well make a card. As childish as it was, at least to you, you wanted to try and make something for him, you didn’t want to only give him the cake, but give him at least something meaningful. When you were done with the little design on the card, you thought of what to write, something heartfelt? But not too heartfelt.. Does that make sense? Either way, you wrote down what you wanted to say regardless, reading it in your head, reading it aloud… you sigh as you then hold it close to your chest, you both felt and heard your heart racing… will he like it, even if it’s nothing fancy? Is it enough? You know he would still love you, but you’re anxiety is saying otherwise…

Maybe add some more flare to the design…?

Hearing the door open and close causes you to jump a bit. Ray’s back?? What time was it?

“Star, I’m back!”

“Uh… One second!”

You looked at the card and went to just put it under the cake for now, the plate for it was big enough to cover some of it. You then hear him walking in, you of course tried to act cool.. he looked at you with a bit of worry.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah.. just uh… didn’t… except you home till later…”

“Something about fans not wanting me on the clock for too long. Kind of confusing since some wanted to meet me on my birthday to…”

‘Fucking called it…’

“Yeah… it’s a double edge sword situation.”

“No kidding… anyways, how have you been?”

“Just waiting for you to get back.. nothing too special…”

Ray looks at you suspiciously, you immediately realize your words and instantly regret it.

“Not what i meant, happy birthday by the way… but um… just waiting around ya know? Hehe….”

“…Right….”

He tilted his head to the side, smiling a bit. He crossed his arms leaning against the door frame.

“Made me a cake again?”

“…yeah! Well… I tried to make it better than last time.. have a few YouTube tutorials on how to make it better… but um… yeah..”

“Uh huh.”

You’d feel more awkward than embarrassed, he chuckled a bit. You looked away, that stupid face he made, it always made you so flustered… you’ve been with him for how long?

“I’ll go take a shower, then we’ll eat some cake together, how does that sound?”

“Sounds good… pretty good.”

“Good to know.”

He goes to where the bathroom is while you quickly check the cake, everything is all good, you moved the cake to the table, along with two forks, when he did get out you didn’t notice how he saw the card while you thought of getting drinks to. Encountering him in the kitchen with his back turned to you.

“What would you like to drink? If the cake I made turned out bad, might as well wash it down, am I right?”

“Did you write this?”

“Hm?”

When Ray did turn towards you, you saw the card in his hand. You immediately felt you’re face heat up, you knew you weren’t just forgetting drinks… you forgot about the card…

The look on you’re face only proved his suspicions, he smiles and goes to hug you while you were too busy thinking of how embarrassed you were that you forgot about you’re card…

“I know it’s not much.. I just-“

“Star, anything made by you is worth it, it’s gold even, a whole universe.”

“Ok… cutting it a bit far…”

“Either way.. I love it… but you know you can always tell me what’s written down, right?”

“Pfft, you know how that ends…”

Ray lets out a light chuckle, holding you close as he just enjoys you in his embrace. He’s going to treasure this moment… you just know it..

“I’ll be keeping this, however, let’s go and eat that cake you made for me.”

“What about the-“

“Water. Cmon! Don’t wanna eat it without the baker who made it.”

He teased as he went to the table with the cake that was made for him. The cake turned out good, you and Ray talked about each other's day, and made plans for tomorrow since you didn’t have work, a date to spend time together. He said it was his birthday wish, but you doubt it’s just that.. either way… safe to say, this birthday.. was a success..

For Ray, he always spent it alone, however when you first celebrated his birthday with him, it became something he looked forward to, a day to spend time with the one he loved… the one who he knew was his star.

The next day was a day where you two just spent time together, binge watched movies, some cuddling and some coffee, a day free of some stress, he couldn’t have asked for more. Holding you in his arms and making sure there wasn’t a single call for him to go into work. Don’t ask how, he just made sure… either way. He enjoyed his wish, a wish to make new memories and have more time together. He loved you more than ever, You were his, and he was yours. You were his Star, as much as he was you’re Ray. Happier than ever before.

His Star, and no one else’s.

Looking over the card you wrote for him, bringing a smile to his face. You were asleep next to him, he kissed you’re head before finally falling asleep.

“Two stars that orbit around each other, two who found each other to love, and to hold one another. Ray, you and I become those two stars, and I’ve never once regretted my decision to love you. You say I was you’re binary star, and you’re mine, we draw each other in, and we orbit. Just us in a pre ordained dance. Happy birthday, forever you’re Star.”

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Happy Birthday Ray! Our favorite Hero!