#-ps this is low effort

[wilderhyperfoxations]

i had a vision.... and a dream... more like a nightmare really but here, take it *throws this in your face*

[skidcd-megamix]

Another llewop vid reference

[woundedheartwithin]

I’m pretty excited y’all

[vanteguccir]

Sleeping prank | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Nick pranks Chris and Y/N while they are sleeping.

Warning: None.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: I know I posted a Matt x reader just some hours ago, but I just watched the triplets' vlog in Texas and had this idea, I've never written so fast 😫.

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Nick walked towards the double bed closest to the hotel room's door, their vlogging camera in his right hand, while his left hand held a bottle of lemonade.

He slowly approached, raising the camera so that the lens caught what was on top of it, or rather, who. Y/N and Chris were still fast asleep, both covered by the fluffy white blanket.

The girl was lying on the left side, that is, closer to Nick. Her head was lying on Chris's right arm, using it as her personal pillow, while the boy's left arm was around her shoulders covered by one of his t-shirts.

The only visible parts of the couple were their heads - which were practically on top of each other - and Chris's bare shoulders and arms that were slightly shivering from the Texas cold. Unfortunately, the room's heater didn't seem to be able to combat the coldness completely.

Nick couldn't see, but he was sure their legs were tangled under the blanket. He joked that when they slept together, they seemed to melt into each other with how close they were.

As the oldest triplet got closer to the bed, the camera was able to capture the small snores that came out of Chris's half-open mouth and the soft sighs that escaped Y/N's nose, both sounding like a lullaby to each other.

Nick pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to contain his laughter as he anticipated the couple's reaction. He loved playing pranks on them both, especially when they were sleeping.

"Chris, do you want a sip? Y/N?" Nick's voice sounded low behind the camera as the lens captured him, raising his left arm, the bottle entering the frame, bringing it closer to the couple's faces.

Chris, being a light sleeper, woke up seconds after. He lifted his head slightly as he tightened his arms around Y/N, pulling her closer - if that was even possible.

That movement woke up Y/N, or almost. The girl opened her eyes slightly, keeping them in a thin line, exhaling through her nose before closing them again, seeming not to register Nick in front of her.

"Hmm?" The questioning sound escaped Chris's throat. He turned his head from side to side slowly, trying to understand what was happening, his messy hair falling into his eyes.

"Do you want a sip? I think Y/N must be thirsty, too." Nick continued, his cheeks turning red from the effort he was doing while trying not to laugh.

"What, Nick?" Chris's voice sounded for the first time, the hoarseness making his words almost intelligible. The sound made Y/N open her eyes again, this time a little wider.

She lifted her hands, which were previously under the blanket, and brought them to Chris' ones in front of her body, intertwining them, shivering at the contact of her hot skin with her boyfriend's cold one. A sound of discomfort left her lips as she finally noticed Nick in front of her, holding what looked like a bottle. She quickly closed her eyes again, feeling too tired for whatever that was that Nick wanted.

"It's lemonade. Do you guys want a sip or not?" Nick prevailed, moving the bottle closer to their faces.

"If you drop that on me... I'll kill you." This time, it was Y/N's voice that sounded, equally hoarse and tired from the previous day's filming with Sam and Colby. She only opened one eye this time, looking at Nick but not really being able to focus on him, her vision blurred by sleep.

"It's lemonade." The standing boy spoke again, letting out a low, almost imperceptible laugh. He knew he would get yelled at when the couple actually woke up.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Chris responded, stretching for a few seconds without letting go of Y/N's hand, pulling her closer against his bare chest and burying his head in the crook of his girl's neck, exhaling the natural scent of her skin.

"Go away, Nick." Y/N spoke again, finally closing her eyes completely with the comfort of her boyfriend's body heat against her own, a happy sigh scaping her mouth.

They both fell asleep again within seconds, as if nothing had happened.

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Extra - comments:

"the way they sleep so close together, being all cuddly and everything 🥺"

"Chris and Y/N are such couple goals"

"I've never seen a cozier bed in my life 😫"

"dear Santa Claus ✏️📄"

"I want a boyfriend who cuddle me while we sleep like I'm going to run away at any minute 😭"

"Nick is a real pest LMAO"

"Nick holding himself back from laughing behind the camera 😭"

"Chris and Y/N's sleepy voice 😔"

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My asks are always open. Feel free to send requests or anything at all!! 🩷💋

[pinkrelish]

do you think once miss mouse and eddie were in an established relationship she’d bake cakes for his and adrie’s birthday every year?? i feel like she’d go full out for adrie like full on multi tiered princess cake and the first time she does it eddie and his baby just go absolutely feral in the best way possible

ps typ is my favourite slow burn EVER i love it withh all my heart ur so talented

today's my birthday so it seems fitting to answer this! wc: 496

morning dawns soft blue in a kitchen warmed by low lights, and orange coils. a kettle boils water too hot for a third cup of instant coffee, and cooked sugar enriched by vanilla bakes through the small apartment. suffocating heat from the oven on the early june day breaks sweat on your forehead as you re-whip the frosting you made an hour ago, plastic bowl in your arms still cold from the fridge. the yellow cake cooling on the rack simple, homemade. jack of all trades, master of none, it's nothing impressive, just something to tide adrie and neighborhood kids over until the big party on the weekend.

still, when your big snoring man shuffles in with a bedhead halo and plaid pajama pants with one drawstring longer than the other, his raw wonder catches the husky sleep deep in his throat—"aw, baby, what're you doin'?"

you shrug, too shy to admit how early you woke up to do this, suddenly embarrassed with your effort to make a good impression on his daughter's first birthday with you in her life. he had no clue what you had planned for her real cake, and already your cheeks went hot from the lovesick shine flooding his eyes, big softy about to cry while he scratched his stomach under his shirt.

"you're too much," he says in a shake of his head. too much on a thursday morning when her party comes saturday afternoon.

his bare feet scatter the balloons creeping across the carpeted floor, blown up by him late last night until he felt faint, and ready to be popped in the energetic rush of cake for breakfast. on his way to you, he passes the one wrapped gift of a latch hook rug kit beneath the happy birthday banner you hung crooked even with his help. it was a creativity driven present to keep her busy before she got her big girl bike in two days time. training wheels most definitely included.

any second now adrie would run through the streamers you both taped to the top of her door frame, so eddie made quick work of putting the frosting aside and smothering kisses atop your head, wielding his dad strength to hug you tight to his chest, steering you into a twirl by his hold on your wrists, rocking from foot to foot until your back was crushed to his front.

tucking his chin to mash his nose to your hair, his heavy hum vibrates through your skull as he surveys the usual munson fare mingling with your new traditions, slowing your bodies to a gentle sway until his sigh empties from his lungs. "you mean everything to us, you know that?"

"i know that," you answer so softly it was lost in the bubbling hiss from the kettle before he shut off the burner. "you're everything to me, too."

"thank you, baby."

"thank you, handsome." thank you for this moment, this family, this love.

[nectar-cellar]

4t3 Conversion: Watch V2 by Soleilzion

original here

all 31 swatches split into 2 packages; not really recolourable

one package contains the swatches with the black watch face (13 swatches), one package contains the swatches with the white and blue watch faces (18 swatches). The main difference is the colour of the leather strap.

worn on the sim's left hand

custom thumbnail

low poly count: 250 poly

textures were scaled up in PS and lightly Topaz Clean-ed by me to improve quality

I tried to make the leather straps recolourable but it just ended up taking too much time and effort that I felt like it wasn't worth the hassle.

Download: simfileshare / mega

[lavender--fairy]

Why do you 'fail'?

Short answer: because you give up the desired state of mind (aka: belief) and go back to your "confort zone" where you cultivate your old patterns of thoughts and feelings.

Have you noticed how, when you start any LOA method how you feel full of excitment, all happy and almost blissful? Because in that moment, even if it may be a short one: you understand your power and you use it! ... and often, after a day or two you feel low again and forget it.  And then you re-start the old habitual loop: may it be seeking a "new miracle" method or a new miracle book or a guru.

This habit is in fact you giving up your own power and subconsciously it is telling "it must be some other way because that way that I have will not work". The fact is that almost all ways work if you just stick to one and refuse to shift your energy back to negative, old, habitual one. YOU HAVE TO STICK TO IT! You have to use the power of will and refuse to give up: NO MATTER WHAT YOUR MIND WILL MAKE AS EXCUSE! Because the mind is very good at that, very convincing! Because it is the old habitual state of mind (belief) protecting itself.

No matter what proof/evidence your mind shows you and say "stop it" or "change it" or read another book, or "find something else"... jus't dont!! The mind makes the same excuses when you meditate: it will make all its possible to make you think or do something while you try to meditate. LEARN TO DIRECT YOUR MIND. Do the method for as long days you decided to do! After a month in general it will become automatic. Your desired state will be "normal" and effortless.

If you start a new method or if you have already started one (mine or from neville or abraham or anyone...) do it fully for a month at least! Even if the method is incorrect/bad (and probably it is not) at least you will build an habit of determination.

YOU DONT NEED A NEW BOOK, YOU DONT NEED A NEW COURSE, YOU DONT NEED A NEW TEACHER, YOU DONT NEED A NEW METHOD YOU PROBABLY ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW TO MANIFEST WHAT YOU WANT:  YOU NEED TO PRACTICE WHAT YOU ALREADY KNOW WITHOUT CHANGING THE DIRECTION OF the MIND EVERY SING DAY.

chose a goal/state of mind

chose a method/technique to accomplish that goal

the mind will fight to make you stop it or change it, or seek something else

just ignore it and refocus and remember why you started the practice: remember that you cannot fail if you follow the method

keep doing it, keep strong, keep ignoring everything that is opposite to your goal even if you feel like it doesnt work

you have gave up here or

the new state of mind feels natural

goal accomplished.

ps: don't take this strictly as a rule, but your effort will look something like that. The key is to not let your mind convince you that only the actual reality is "reality". Thats only the old state of mind protecting its own life and survival. And no matter what evidence is there to support it: understand that it is created by the old state of minde: the new evidence and new reality will be there after the step 8 (as said above)

cr:Allismind

[valorant-drabbles]

Hallo! I'm the one who requested the iso x reader from last time （＾ｖ＾）

I was wondering if you could make a part two showing how they slowly progressed with each other if it's alright since I really loved the first part and I'm brain rotting hard about Iso

PS - I'll go by ♠️spade anon from now on

Not me accidentally creating a multi-part slow burn Iso fic!! Oh boy

Could be seen as platonic or romantic… but if people want a part 3, it’ll definitely be more romantic.

Gender neutral reader!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mild Cursing, Spoiler for Part 1 of this fic

Cold Shoulder

Reader x Iso

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

It had been about three weeks since the incident; since you and Iso had your little quarrel, and inevitably having started to understand one another. It was definitely a challenge for you, since you’d struggled for years when it came to getting along with people outside of work hours. Thankfully, Iso was proving to be extremely patient and courteous towards you and your growth. That wasn’t to say he didn’t get irritated every so often if he noticed you slipping back into your old, cold habits…

But you were making a genuine effort. What more could he ask for?

Despite it only having been a few weeks, you and Iso had started getting along quite quickly. He’d made it clear that you were always welcome to join him if you were feeling lonely- and considering your friend quantity in the Protocol was quite low, you were finding yourself ‘lonely’ often. It was strange- last month, you were completely fine being on your own. And now, if you went a few days without a casual conversation with somebody… you felt an odd emptiness inside your chest. A yearning for connection that you’d thought you’d severed long ago.

There were many days where Iso would return to his room after training to find you sat on his bed, listening to the playlist he’d shared with you. Usually you were reading, or watching movies on your laptop… passing the time until he’d return and possibly join you. Iso knew you had a bit of trouble asking to spend time together, so when you were in his room- it was kind of obvious why you were there. Once he’d shower and change clothes, he’d settle into bed and join you in whatever you were doing.

Overtime, this became routine. On days neither of you had a mission, you’d spend time together in the comfort of Iso’s room… quietly bonding, occasionally starting conversations- though usually it was Iso initiating. After all, even after all this time, he still found you to be absolutely fascinating, and desired to learn more about you.

“What do you think we learn from fighting ourselves?” Iso’s voice cut through the current silence filling the bedroom, causing you to look up from your book, eyebrow raised curiously at the sudden query.

“… what?”

“Ah- sorry. That came from nowhere.” Iso apologized quietly, his gaze sheepishly moving away from where you were watching him. “I was just… thinking about our mirror selves. From Omega Earth. How they look and act almost exactly like us- and our teammates as well.”

“Mhm. What about them, though?” You questioned further, noticing Iso shift in his seat.

“I’ve… had this question on my mind ever since I saw myself on the other team. ‘What do we learn from fighting ourselves?’… I’ve asked a few of the others, but… honestly, none of them had an answer I was looking for.” Iso grimaced softly at the memory of him asking Phoenix this question, only for the Brit to cockily answer ‘How much better I am compared to that fake me!’.

You took a moment to ponder his question. This was something you genuinely appreciated about spending time with Iso- he posed questions that made you think. Nothing too philosophical, usually… but it kept conversations interesting, and additionally helped the two of you learn more about how the other thinks.

“I guess… we learn our weaknesses.” You answer after about a minute of silence. “Though it’s not ideal… there’s certain circumstances where our double will be better than us at something. It’ll reveal a weak point in our abilities… and give us something to work towards improving. Alternatively, we learn the weakness of our double, and how to potentially exploit it if need be.” Your shoulders shrugged slightly, as you bit gently at the end of the pen in your hand. “It can also help us to… uh…”

Your hesitance to speak further piques Iso’s curiosity, and his gaze moves to you. He can’t help but notice your cheeks glowing a faint shade of red. You seldom showed emotion like this… allowing yourself to be embarrassed or even revealing a moment of weakness. Despite his desire to urge you into finishing your thought, he knew pushing you to answer would just make you uncomfortable. And, there was the possibility it could cause you to throw out your walls again, giving him the cold shoulder again- he couldn’t risk that. So, he waited.

As much as you wanted to change the topic or just… leave the thought unfinished, Iso’s eyes on you made it clear that he really wanted to know what you were thinking.

“Y/N?” Iso called out quietly. A sigh escaped you reluctantly, as you turned your body to face away from him slightly- only so that he would have trouble seeing how flushed your face had become.

“It… it also helps us to… see what we couldn’t see before. In our own teammates.” You finally continue, deciding to occupy your twitching hands with twirling your pen between your fingers. “How much our team would do to… to protect us. In the face of danger. The threat of death is always so real when you know the enemy won’t hesitate to kill you… sometimes you forget how dangerous it can be. How quickly you can lose somebody. And… how… if a teammate dies, you might go about the rest of your life… regretting that you never got to know them better. Or you might die with the same regret…” You swallow.

You thought back on the day you nearly died at Pearl almost every day. It all felt so surreal… the rush of emotion you felt when you saw Iso in danger? The searing pain from the bullets that had pierced your body?… the last thing you see being Iso using your Operator to take down the approaching threats…

His words echoing constantly in your mind.

“Don’t you dare die on me, Y/N.”

You’d always been so cold towards him… never giving him any reason to like your company. And yet… Iso risked his own life to save yours. With no hesitation.

“Y/N.” It was only after feeling Iso’s hand on your own that you realized he’d been calling your name. His voice was gentle, worry lacing the elegance he spoke your name with. His gaze on you was equally as concerned. It was only in that moment, seeing your own reflection in his eyes, where you notice you’d started crying.

“Shit.” You pull your hand away from Iso’s, and quickly moved to wipe your face of any tears that may had fallen. This was… new. You never let such fragile emotions show in front of the other agents… you only ever let out your piled up emotions behind closed doors, where nobody could see. Where nobody could know. “Sorry, I don’t… know why I’m crying. Can you just forget I said any of that?” You requested, though your voice wavered as you spoke, making you cringe internally. Were you truly so emotional when you thought back on that day…?

Without another word, you found yourself being pulled into Iso’s lap, his arms wrapped around you comfortingly, yet not intrusively. Physical contact wasn’t something you were used to either, but… in that moment? It felt… incredible. You needed this… so badly. For how long you’d needed it for, you didn’t know. You just knew you never wanted this moment to end- as soft as that sounded.

“I’m… not going to let either of us die with that regret.” Iso promised ever so softly, with his head resting comfortably against your shoulder. “And believe me, I don’t intend on dying anytime soon. So you don’t have to worry to much about missed opportunities to… get to know each other. And stuff.”

You kept your face hidden away from Iso; thankful he wasn’t making an effort to look regardless. You felt incredibly vulnerable in that moment… so you truly appreciated that Iso was making the effort to give you some level of privacy. At least as you attempted to pull yourself together again.

“I… I’m glad that… you didn’t give up on me.” You mumble gently against his chest. “… even though I was kind of an asshole to you.”

“Oh, no. You were a total asshole.” Iso chimed. You could just hear the grin on his face through his voice. It made you want to strangle him… not to death, per se.

“… besides. There’s no way I’d give up on someone as… incredible as you.”

Iso’s hand managed to find yours once again, and slowly, gently, you found your fingers intertwining with his without even thinking about it. The previously jarring silence in the room had been replaced with an air of comfortable quiet, as the two of you sat in each other’s company.

You never thought you’d have this thought towards another agent… but…

You really did enjoy Iso’s company. To what extent?… You were unsure.

Yet you enjoyed it regardless.

[luffyvace]

Aizawa crush headcanons

”aizawa crush headcanons, but like make him realize he’s in love with you at the end, so that like, he can do something about it or he can’t ignore it”

asked by a good friend of mine irl. she didn’t mention gender so i’m going with afab since i haven’t written for that yet ♡

(ps i’m not going to mention what type of person he would like unless you req that i want to keep this as neutral as possible)

aizawa having a crush on you means finding cats to take care of together

it means warm, comfortable, solidarity silence

he would still be himself around you for sure, he would want you to like him for who he is

changing himself is too much effort. if you don’t like him back he’ll have to move on whether it hurts or not

people still need teaching and saving after all and the world isn’t going to stop just for him

being a realist he’s aware of that

but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to clean up if you go out somewhere together (prior to dating, first impressions are everything)

he wouldn’t be afraid to tell you like it is if you ask for his opinion,

in his eyes sugarcoating things aren’t going to help you

but he wouldn’t necessarily be as harsh on you as he is on his students or mic

to woo you he wouldn’t really do anything above and beyond

he acknowledges that he likes you but he doesn’t want to waste time if his crush on you doesn’t blossom into something bigger

so instead of going all out he relies on things like little compliments, little favors and quality time

examples;

”you don’t look half bad today l/n”

”not too shabby, i guess” *combs hand through hair* (yeah that’s another thing, he’ll do little gestures to sway you but we’ll dabble into that more later)

”you smell fresh, that’s a nice aroma”

for little favors……

you: “ahh crap i left my keys in my car”

him: *magically knows a way to open locked out cars* you: *clearly having a rough day* him: *opens a window for you to vent* you: “awww man the last of ____ is sold out!”

him: “hmm..well, i’ll keep an eye out for when it’s back in stock” *the very next day* “oh yeah turns out i already had one i just forgot, here you can have it”

im not lying he actually did have one and forgot

as far as quality time:

inviting each other over for movie nights (he always falls alseep so you get most of the popcorn- 🎉 unless it’s his favorite movie- then he stays up eyes red and all, while sucking nothing out of an empty juicy box)

although movie night only happens when your closer friends though- he keeps his friend circle small because anyone could betray him and he doesn’t like people (he doesn’t hate them either he just stays to himself)

quality time for him can also be texting and checking up on each other

it doesn’t always have to be physical for him to feel appreciated

if YOU want to sway HIM though

get him a cat

self explanatory

but you can also listen to him when he talks, shoulder massages (only when your real close tho), give it to him straight.. definitely don’t be phony…and yeah!

pretty much be yourself

if he doesn’t fall for you himself there’s no way to convince him to

and if he falls for you it’s not for any facade you put on

its for your real true self

your personality.

he accepts your flaws and who you are but he will talk to you about bettering yourself a few times if they’re really bad and habitual (which he’s perfect if you have low self esteem because he’ll help you realize you might be overthinking and underestimating yourself, bringing you back to reality like the realist he is)

he’s not necessarily judgmental though

i feel like the part of him that’s not afraid to tell it like it is, is being misunderstood as him being judgmental

anyway that’s for when he has a crush on you

now its time for love

😍

okay so what (for), when, where and why right?

(“what about who? 🤓☝️“ YOU, FOOL!)

so what (for):

i dabbled in this okay? he loves your personality

for your flaws, your strengths, your weaknesses, your IQ (high or low), your fears

he loves everything about you

when?:

probably when you guys are pretty close

not him and mic close

but y’all have been friends for some time now

i say a couple of months

he doesn’t fall fast

maybe first though, if you an oblivious typa person

where (does he realize);

he was probably sitting on his couch after dinner, waiting for his shower to get hot, snug as a bug in his sleeping bag, drinkin a juicy box.

see the vision?

okay

so he was thinkin n thinkin n thinkin…

about you.

wait.

about you

why was he thinking so much about you.

omg wait..

he just remembered..

your beautiful smile (don’t care if it’s crooked, missing teeth, over/underbite- it’s GOREGEOUS)

your beautiful hair

your beautiful eyes

your personality

he realized he was thinking about you so much because…

he loves you

sits there head empty for a hot minute…

then falls asleep..

(rip water bill- shower still running)

why?:

wym why he fell in love? your YOU!!

your amazing even if he doesn’t say it all the time

or even if you don’t think it

even if no else thinks it!

someone does!

him!

he’s not the type of person to romanticize the person he loves

but he does accept you!

but as i said he loves you most for personality!

purely, truly—you

now let’s dabble back into the little gestures he’ll do to sway you once he realizes he loves you

for one like i said he’ll comb his hair in his fingers

and if he sees you find that attractive he’ll do it a little more around you

now keep in mind

your special

he doesn’t go around doing things like that for just anyone

no matter how small the change if it’s not beneficial he won’t do it

but this is beneficial

because he’s trying to court you ;)

he loves you, and he wants you to love him back now :)

but anyways

back on topic

he’ll also shrink his personal bubble around you

so now you can;

stand a little closer than normal

brush your fingers together

have your arms side by side

touch knees together when sitting

lay your head in his lap during movie night and he won’t say anything

(he wouldn’t pet your head but he’s not going to move you either)

rest your head on his shoulder as he does stuff/work (usually in private like when he’s planning his lessons on weekends)

speaking of that you can now come over unannounced and he’ll be glad to see you, ask you about your day, etc

back on topic to gestures he does,

his favors can get more personal,

like if you need to run errands but aren’t feeling well he’ll go shopping for you

(although i will say he doesn’t like shopping and has no idea what brands of products you normally buy he’ll do it to help you out)

he’ll also feel comfortable putting his arm on your shoulder (not around, on)

the gestures aren’t a lot because he isn’t the most cuddly guy (in my realistic headcanons)

but they mean something to you

AN: i tried to write canon aizawa more than fanon because it’s better that way to me but if anyone wants a little more cuddly/fanon aizawa i’d be happy to give it to them

i’m really happy with the way this turned out so i hope everyone can enjoy as well

ps: if you want specifically how he asks you out id love to do that (i might do it anyways 😋)

[krembruleed]

alright, the other day i loosely implied that i would make a behind the scenes/tutorial type of thing. momma didn't raise no liar, so here goes nothing i guess!

step 1) rough sketch

honestly i skip this entirely if have a really concrete idea of what i want to do. sometimes compositions are just beamed into my brain from On High and a sketch is unnecessary.

step 2) 3d ref

this is where i refine the composition, lighting, camera angles, props, etc. i use DAZ studio for model posing and blender for almost everything else (props, horns, lighting, rendering).

here's a 10 minute video on how to pose models in DAZ if you're interested in doing something like this! it's not very hard! basic posing requires almost no technical know-how.

i've heard magicposer and virt-a-mate are also good for model posing, but i don't have any experience with either program.

after i'm done posing, i transfer the models to blender so i can work on props, environment, and lighting because doing it in DAZ is ass. you can see that i went overboard on the ref for the paladin i worked on last year by modelling armor.

step 3) lineart

at this stage i'm synthesizing my 3d models, reference images, and style choices into lines.

the 3d likeness of my models is poor because I don't have time for that shit, so this is where my humongous folder full of bg3 screenshots comes into play.

for example: looking at my screenshots, astarion's forehead tilts back towards the back of his skull, much more so than my reference model. his chin and jaw are sharper and longer, and the transition between his brow ridge and nose is almost a straight line. if i combine the information from my 3d model and astarion's face, i get something like this:

3d models aren't fleshy (ie, tummy rolls, wrinkles, muscle deformations, butt squish) unless one puts in A LOT of effort like absolute madman chris jones.

you guys know bernini, right? he has a couple great examples of this. see how hades' hands press in on persephone's leg?

this is what we want to add in the lineart because it's too much effort for 3d. laziness is king.

i guess i draw clothes at this stage too, but for some reason there aren't many in this image. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

step 4) base color

i have a little color picked palette that i use for everybody so i get their skintones right before i start messing with colored lighting. i'll use overlay and hard/soft light layers clipped to the base layer during the shading step later.

step 5) shading

if you thought we were done with the 3d part, guess again! i posterize my 3d reference so i can see the shapes of the shadows and highlights better. if i'm not feeling it, i can go back to 3d and change the lighting really easily.

could I make a cel shader for this? yes. am I going to? No. custom shaders are for people with intelligence and I am fresh out. posterization it is.

from there, i do a pretty standard cel shading deal that i usually blur and set to low opacity. (for this image i stuck to no blur because i had been looking at a lot of morebird's art and was really feeling the hard edges)

photoshop is what i use for final rendering because it has bangin tools. the brush customization alone make ps worth it, but i also particularly abuse puppet warp, noise generation, the camera raw filter, and layer styles.

step 6) background

i put the least effort possible into a background and then i blur it into oblivion so you can't fathom the depths of my ineptitude.

and then i have a finished image! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[saintmurd0ck]

Congratulations, rhi!! 🥳

86th st

Prompt: “why are you really here? to mock me? to... make me hate you more?” “no. none of that. i came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.”

Character: Matt Murdock

Also, I don't mind if a confession or smut is involved somehow 🤣

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pairing: matt murdock x vigilante!reader

warnings: canon typical injuries, brief mention of religion, angst, tinyyyyy confession

a/n: ok nonnie i couldn't fit the smut in cause matty low-key friendzones you in this prompt butttttt enjoy the mini confession 💗 thank you so much for participating !! (ps this is low-key unedited but hope you enjoy nevertheless)

There’s a coppery tang to the air as you drift  in and out of consciousness, akin to a wave receding upon a shore. Your eyes shutter open, unable to take stock of exactly what you’ve injured, but at least you have a faint idea of where you are, and how you ended up in this position. 

“Ow,” you wince, twisting onto your side, desperately trying to staunch the gash above your eyebrow. The pain in your side has faded to a dull throb, but a quick glance at the blood pooling beneath tells you the cut is anything but superficial. 

It’s a balmy night, but the wind dries the rivulets of sweat on your skin in cold increments. The cement rooftop is even more frigid underneath your spent body, seemingly siphoning your energy with every sawed breath. Anything remaining of your once ironclad resolve ebbs to a bare whisper. 

The constant ringing in your ears blots out your efforts in concentration, rendering your attempts to move, to sit up, utterly futile. You know your neurons stopped firing the second your assailant decided that this was the end, except the asshole didn’t even have the decency to finish the job. To make sure you wouldn’t come after him.

It was your luck he was cocky enough to leave you up here. 

You wiggle your toes, but even that action makes every muscle and bone in your body scream for help. The cracks in your defense widen to a chasm, and so you resort to basics. To your default programming.  

“Please,” you grit, jerking your chin up to the light-polluted sky, “make it quick.” 

You don’t know who you’re aiming your prayer towards, and you’re foolish enough to believe that someone would care enough to listen, to send an aide, but you hope nevertheless that it catches the attention of some benevolent force, deity or not.

The peals of a police siren shatters your  fantasy, making you whip your head to the side. Instead, it speeds off into the distance, carrying with it any last fragments of survival. 

This is it, you think. This is how I go. 

That’s not what happens, though.

As you settle into the ground, your fingers coming away sticky from the laceration in your side, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. A warning, maybe, but you’re too fatigued to tell. Still, it alerts you, causing your arduous eyes to widen.

Your head smacks the concrete listlessly, because all you see is the skyline of the city stabbing into the indigo sky, the lights haloing your vision. Jutting out amongst the landscape are the spires of a church, lackluster compared to the twinkling highrises. Your mouth contorts into a grimace at the irony it presents.

The lack of discovery doesn’t explain why goosebumps continue to prickle your skin, or why you hear the rustle of fabric carried with the wind — the sound too soft to notice to the untrained, unobservant ear. 

There. A glimmer of movement catches your eye, a crimson shadow dancing in and out of your sight. 

Out of the vestiges of darkness, a saviour emerges.

Him.

Matt bounds towards you, closing the distance in four short strides. He falls to his knees beside you, hands scrambling to triage your body. 

His expression goes grim, sweat forming a thin sheen along the exposed part of his face as he speaks. “This isn’t good.”

Your weak chuckle turns into a wet rasp. “Tell me the other guy got off worse, at least.”

Matt pauses for a moment, his tongue flicking out at the corner of his mouth. His voice dips to a murmur. “He’ll never make that mistake again.”

You nod slowly, training your gaze on Matt as he takes off his helmet, setting it down on the concrete before putting pressure on the wound in your side. White hot pain blossoms throughout your nerve endings, exploding behind your eyes, but he ignores any markers of your discomfort. 

Gritting your teeth, you lift one of your arms to push the lock of hair that’s fallen across his forehead. There’s an inexplicable familiarity about the gesture, even though you haven’t seen him in months. Even though your final encounter was precisely that: your last. 

“I thought you said I had to get out of your way, Matt.”

“I know,” he says, his face irresolute.

“Then why are you really here?” Your mouth twists into a scowl as you shrug his hands away, blinking away the tears welling in your eyes. “To mock me, for coming back to Hell’s Kitchen? To… make me hate you more?”

Something between disconcertion and indignation crosses his face. “What? No. None of that.” He wrestles you back down, compressing his hand over the wound again. “I came to be a friend. Because it really looks like you need one right now.”

You hold onto his words, acquiescing his comfort, his company, but all that comes out is an incoherently grumbled response, one that pulses in time with your darkening vision. It’s as if the second he showed up, your body has finally relinquished to the tranquility of rest, knowing that despite your past, Matt is someone to be trusted. 

Agony radiates throughout your body as he hoists you up over his shoulder, your heart fluttering at the gentleness of his touches, the soft cadence of his voice. You barely comprehend what he’s saying, but you cling onto “apartment” and “I’ll look after you”, like a beacon of hope. God-sent, if you consider your prayers answered. 

There’s something else you catch as you’re dragged under. He’s talking to you, soothing you, settling you. It feels like he’s explaining something to you, but whether it’s for him to get it off his chest, or simply to lull  you to sleep is indistinguishable. Yet, your attempt continues to listen. 

“I never wanted you in my way,” he starts, slowly becoming a jumble of noise, “because I was falling in love with you.”

But you’re too tired to contest him. To ask if he’s confessing that because you’re on your deathbed, or if they’re pointless words, said just to appease. 

“I heard when you called,” he finishes. “I always do.”

[mercurygguk]

risqué JK have you opened the present OC gave you for your birthday yet?

risqué ; timestamp #10

pairing; risqué!jk x risqué!oc

genre; angst/bit of fluff

[10:04 am] the gift bag catches his eye an hour after he arrived at work. it sits unmoved on his desk, still in the same exact spot you left it. he's been ignoring it on purpose ever since his birthday and that was two weeks ago.

something tells him opening it will cause more damage than anything else.

after glancing at it on and off for another 5 minutes, jungkook lets out a defeated sigh and reaches for it. he leans back in his seat as he holds it in his hands, staring at it for a moment. you really went and got him a birthday gift. it's not too heavy but not light either. he can't help but wonder what you could've gotten him.

you and him didn't date for very long after all so a big, expensive gift would've been too much of you.

he knows you wouldn't think that – nothing is too much when it comes to you and him.

jungkook's teeth are digging into his bottom lip as he pulls the string of the black bow keeping the gift bag together. he catches himself holding his breath as he carefully opens it and reaches inside. his fingertips touch the edges of a card. he pulls it out, feeling his chest tighten when he realizes it's handwritten.

time has no meaning when we're together but it's always nice to know it anyway ♡ ps. it's not too much so don't even try to give it back! – ____

jungkook can't help the small chuckle that leaves him as he reads the last bit about him claiming the gift is too much. even after barely half a year together, you know him so well. it makes his entire body flutter with feelings only you can make him feel but it also fills his chest with an ache so dull and heavy, causing him to dread opening the neatly wrapped gift in the bottom of the gift bag.

deciding to get it over with, jungkook takes the gift out and unwraps it, revealing a smooth, black leather box. jungkook already knows what it is as it's similar to something he has already.

the voice inside his head keeps telling him it's too much, that you shouldn't have gotten him this gift, that it was a waste of money and effort – especially since he ended up breaking up with you a few days later.

god, this is way too much.

guilt and regret fills his entire body, running through his veins when he opens the box and reveals the silver watch inside. it's a rolex. a rolex watch in silver gold with black details and a black display. it fits perfectly for work, for events, for every single occasion.

jungkook is careful as he take sit out of the box, his fingertips delicately touching the sleek metal, gliding over it in appreciation until... hold on, there's something on the back. his eyebrows knit together in confusion as he turns it over. his breath hitches in his throat as he instantly spots the engraved words in tiny font.

"we are worth the risk, you and i."

fuck, why would you go and put that on there?

jungkook puts the watch down on the desk before burying his face in his hands, letting out a low groan of frustration. he's not angry with you, he could never be. he's angry with the whole fucking situation, with your father, with himself most of all.

the guilt in him is multiplying by the second the longer he stares at the watch, the engraved words echoing in his mind. you went and got that watch engraved for him and he broke your heart in return – just like that.

jungkook has never felt like a bigger asshole in his entire life.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

hiii i was wondering if you had any thoughts on how price or soap from COD would be as cg's with a sick little like they have a small cold? (i've been thinkin bout it cause it's tha season i have one lol) it's ok if not! -🐻

(PS, i hope you're doin good :D)

Hiii 🐻!!! M hoping these okay as I'm feeling small an these are kinda just general sick ones not just focusing on a cold as I've been feeling really unwell 😅 I done Price, Soap, Ghost and Gaz for these.

John Price

Price is such a papa an I definitely thinks he knows all the best remedies to feel better.

He would gives you all the cuddles!!!

If you get sad or slip younger when sick (like I do) he will come up with brilliant ideas to distract you, this might be watching a movie or show or doing some low effort arts and crafts.

Makes you your comfort food.

He makes sure there are always tissues, a bucket, water. Anything you might need near by to where the two of you are camping out, be that bed or the sofa, he is prepared for whatever the situation.

Big time encourager of naps to help you get better.

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish

I feel like Soap would definitely makes lots of jokes to start with about not wanting to get sick from you but he would also then quickly go against anything and everything he said by cuddling up with you.

Plays/fusses your hair.

Soap has definitely messaged or phoned Price for advice before. "What medicine should I give them" vibes.

Trys to keep you excited, he doesn't want to to feel down whilst sick :(

When he realises your sick pretty much the first thing he does is go and get supplies. (He was not at all prepared and definitely panicked when you mentioned not feeling well.)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost is very subtle with his affection. Now that's definitely not to say that he doesn't care but he is less out going about it over the others.

Sits with you, when you fall asleep he'll stay up for a while to make sure your definitely okay. Leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead once you've fallen asleep >

I feel like Ghost would make brilliant soup if you wanted it.

The definition of "you shouldn't be moving about so much if you're not feeling well kiddo. Why don't we watch something?"

He really just wants to make sure you're resting so you get better as soon as possible.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

As for Gaz I definitely see him panicking a bit. Logically he knows you'll be absolutely fine but he hates seeing you sick and unhappy.

He basically just sticks by your side the whole time your sick.

He will bring small toys to where you're resting. (This has ended with you falling asleep with a few toys practically still in your hand as the two of you were playing before hand.)

Watching shows/movies on his tablet/laptop/phone. Again this usually happens until you fall asleep 😂

[yuu-tan]

Sharing my fav IF cuz it's not talked about enough. Please check it out!!

For Whose Majestyu (formerly Long Live the Emperor) is an interactive-fiction set in a fictional world inspired by ancient China during the Warring States period and some folklore in other eras. You move through the narrative as an agent of the (fictitious) Heng Emperor, who is losing influence over the kingdom as three vassal lords gain power over the years. Would you serve the Emperor loyally and help him re-establish imperial control? Or would you help someone else take the throne, perhaps even for yourself?

💀 CONTENT WARNINGS (sfw, but for ages 18+) 💀

violence inflicted on people and animals, potential suicide(s), misgendering, bodily functions such as bleeding or vomiting, psychological trauma, mental illness, topic of sex or sexual situations (non-graphical in description) in later chapters... (See longer list in the opening screen.)

Genre: low fantasy wuxia

Check out the demo here

I have been following up with this IF for a few years now (since it was first uploaded). It is one of my favs among many others. If you enjoy wuxia novel/dramas/manhua such as Three Kingdoms etc, you'll surely love the story. Who would pass the chance to be a badass as General?

To show my appreciation, I hope to share this awesome work to our fellow IF-readers because it is really not talked out enough. The update is not regular but you can tell the author toally put effort in writing each chapter. There are already 13 chapters out, so grab your beverage and enjoy.

Ps: Sorry, i suck at writing, but pls check out this awesome demo.

[a-man-of-questionable-morals]

happy new years to @actuallyacat, @purpleart00 and @fossilizedpr0tienpowder (sorry protein, i don't know what you look like, still luv you though)

and happy new years @tumanlll (we're sitting by a heater because we're always cold) and @liamthemailman, here's one of those dumb shirts you like

and to all of my followers, recent and old, i love you<33 (ps. if you're the follower that keeps biting me, please stop<3)

(this took like five minutes because i wanted it posted before new years so i'm sorry for the low effort)

[ri2enx]

fem!reader ft. izana kurokawa

yandere themes; childhood friends; izana tricks y/n that such actions are okay); fem!receiving; tenjiku timeline.

* ps: this is my first fic! all comments for me to improve are welcomed 💟

“Open the door.”

Izana’s voice could be heard from outside your apartment.

“Yeah, yeah i’m coming..”

you yawned, opening the door.

Izana greets you with nothing but a blank stare. With a quiet huff, he pushes his hair out of his face and walks past you into the house.

“I decided to stay the night.”

He says bluntly, his voice soft but his tone cold as ever. He lays back on your bed, arms folded behind his head.

“Okay…?” you replied, too tired to entertain his antics.

you climbed into bed and began to make myself comfortable on your bed, not caring about him obvious stares.

“You look… comfortable there….”

He says suddenly, breaking the awkward silence, shifting his body towards yours whilst leaning on one arm.

“I am…” i yawned.

“May I?”

Izana asks tentatively.

“Mhm.. Sure..” lifting up the blanket for him to join you.

His eyes light up as he crawls in and snuggles against you; his body against yours and his face just a few inches from yours. Close than ever before.

“Did something happen tonight?” you asked, as you hug him closer to me, wrapping your arms around him.

He gives a small shrug before pressing his lips against yours, his cold lips warm against your skin and his breath ghosting across your neck.

His mouth slowly moves down your neck as he kisses all the way down to your collarbone.

you sighed.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk.”

your soft words only seem to incite his actions further, a hand moving down to rest on the nape of your neck as his mouth wanders lower, towards the collar of your thin shirt.

“But you need to have someone you can trust in, like your other friends.”

you insist, shivering as his hands start to trace over your shirt, down your spine.

A low murmur escapes him as he stops for a moment and his lips presses against your shoulder. He pauses for a second before asking a random question.

“Is there something… that… you think about… a lot…” he speaks between breaths. As his lips move down your chest, his hand slides gently beneath your shirt and up your bare back.

“Are you trying to change the subject, ‘Zana..”

You chided, flicking his forehead.

“Maybe…”

He murmurs in between soft little kisses.

“Are you trying to be difficult?”

you sigh, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I’m just concerned for you.”

“Don’t be….”

He whispers as he continues to kiss down your chest. His hands move gently across your shoulders and slowly work their way to the front of your chest, slowly massaging your breasts between the layers of your bra and shirt.

As if it was a bodily mechanism, your hands immediately reached for his head, entangling them within his silky white locks.

“Mmm… Anything happened in your gang today?”

You tried to ask. It was rare that Izana could come to see you. after the establishment of Tenjiku, the sleepovers you both shared as children still continued, however, at a scarce rate.

Now, all he cared about was touching you, even after your many attempts of trying to inquire about his own life.

“Hm? Oh, no… nothing much…”

He replies quietly, continuing his efforts to remove your top as his kisses go lower.

“Hmm? So that loud fight near my school wasn’t from your gang..?”

you raised an eyebrow, ignoring his actions, trying to focus on his answer.

He murmurs quietly, his voice filled with tension as he pauses mid-kiss.

“…Don’t worry about that….”

Izana says after a moment of silence, his actions returning to what they were before.

“Izana, this is serious. Did you get hurt?”

“…No…”

He says between a few more kisses, his hands moving up your shirt as he tries to push it up.

“Don’t worry… I’m fine…”

pushing your shirt up and resting his lips against the edge of your bra. He looks up and into your eyes, eyeing your reaction.

your breath hitched slightly, as you bit your lower lip to control the pool of wetness that was starting already forming in your underwear.

“T-then was Tenjiku okay?”

“Hm?”

He pauses for only a moment, before returning his mouth to your chest, marking the skin above your breasts with his teeth.

“Of course it’s okay…” his voice soft as ever.

you sigh.

“you always do this…”

“Does it bother you?”

His lips continue to press against your chest as his hand moves a little further down into your bra.

“Nggh… I-I just wonder if you’re here to spend time with me or spend time with my body.” You stammer over your words, your body heating up.

“Does it… have to be one or the other?”

He asks, his one hand moving to rest on the small of your back as pulls your shirt off your body.

*His other hand continues rub your exposed skin in a circular motion, your bare skin exposed beneath his cold grip. A mixture of the cold touch of his hands and the warmth of his mouth on your skin.*

“I-Izana- you can’t…”

“Hmmm? Can’t what?”

He asks teasingly, his mouth moving back down to your chest and his hand moving even further north…

“This is wrong…”

He gives a little chuckle, his grip tightening against you.

“You say that every time…” he whines in your ear as his mouth moves closer and closer towards your neck.

He presses his mouth against your neck and inhales your scent deeply.

“Mmm…”

His lips move in small kisses against your neck as he begins to pull your bra towards himself, using his kisses to coax you into allowing him to unclasp your bra. A small smirk never leaving his face. his predatory gaze still on you.

He runs his fingers through your hair, your upper body still exposed before him, your breasts almost falling out of your flimsy bra.

His hands move lightly down your back, causing goosebumps to appear all over you body as he pulls you closer, his fingers digging into your delicate skin.

He doesn’t break the kiss for awhile, enveloping his arms around you. His free hand slides underneath the back of your bra, and expertly unclasps it.

You gasp as the only piece of fabric left your body, exposing your bare breasts to the cold air; and to Izana.

“So pretty…” He murmured, as he cups the delicate buds in his hands. your moans filled the room, as he played with his new found treasure, leaving it sore.

“Z-Zana… It hurts…” you pleaded, as tears welled up in your eyes.

“My poor baby… I’ll soothe it, make it nice and warm, alright?” He whispered in faux sympathy.

you nodded desperately, unable to tolerate anymore pain.

He place your left breast into his mouth, slowly circling the sensitive bud around with his tongue. You cried out in pleasure, as your panties became sticker by the moment.

Your erotic moans spurred him on, as he flicked the other right breast slowly, left and right.

he examined your face, and decided that you were ready. He placed his thigh between your legs, and you unconsciously starting grinding on his muscular thighs.

Your juices aided your movements, as he flexed his muscles for better friction for you.

Your eyes rolled back in pain and pleasure, as your senses were trying to process such sensations.

“f-fuck, izana, i can’t- i need to-“ you gasp, squeezing his shoulders.

“C’mon baby, give it to me”

his words made your head go blank, only focusing on chasing your high, as a wet patch appeared on his thighs.

“That’s right… what a good girl…”

his praises made you clench around his flexed thigh, releasing your cum all over your underwear. You collapse onto the bed, releasing your grip on him, as you shake from your climax.

Izana pulls you close to him, gently caressing your body

“such a sweet thing for me…”

He smiles down at you before his mouth moves to your collar bone and he starts kissing you there, his hand finally resting on your bare skin.

You lay there for a few minutes, the climax drifting you into a deep and peaceful slumber. However, the silence was soon broken by Izana’s voice, the tone almost a whisper.

“I love you…”

He speaks quietly and sweetly, a smile on his face as you slept so peacefully underneath his arms.*

*He bites down on his lips, moving his mouth to your neck and sucking lightly; his breath hot against your skin as his free hand runs through your hair.

He bites your neck once more, more intensely than before. He seems utterly desperate to have you to him himself.

“I need you…”

He whispers between soft and breathy kisses.

He stares back, the shadows of the room around you both. He seems to just listen to your breathing for a moment. He smiles quietly, pressing his lips against your shoulder.

His lips moves rhythmically across your arms, as if following your breathing pattern and he whispers in your ear.

“…Do you remember when we were children, and we used to sleep together…? I still remember… your little snores…”

He strokes your hair in silence, before whispering to you again.

“…Do you still remember… when I used to pin you to your bed and kiss you until you could barely breathe?”

a low, sadistic chuckle escape his lips.

“And you were never able to fight me off…”

He slowly pulls you closer, his breath on your neck becoming heavier as he speaks in a whisper.

“…You were never able to escape me…”

His lips travel to the nape of your neck, before biting it down, marking you.

“You will never escape me.”