#I should do that stuff more often instead of just sketching and sketching

[almightygremlinblob]

I LOVED UR SUKUNA HEADCANONS. I know you said he falls hard and takes time to accept his own feelings BUT do you think he would court the person he's interested in? like heian era style and all? I also think it's very nice you added the part where he writes poetry and that he'd use his skills to gift things to someone he loves. I think a lot of people forget he's also a poetry lover and poet himself.

Haha, I'm not taking 50 million years to answer an ask this time yeeey - AHEM.

AAA I'm so happy you liked them dude (gender!neutral).

Ok! Romantic Sukuna x Reader talk. So for those that don't wanna see this, just scroll past and have a lovely day/night/noon! 🫶🏽

Oh, ABSOLUTELY he'd court the person he likes! Although, when he'd court you, I feel like it would be with gestures or things that are small and actually MEANINGFUL to you - something that shows you he CARES and how much more beautiful you make his world. Oh, like, you know...things he doesn't realize can be considered courting cuz DENIAL 😀👍🏽

(At least it can be seen like that for someone with his status as a feared god, anyways.)

Like cooking for both you and him (and my LORD is his cooking GODLY tho - right up there with Uraume) more often, encouraging you when you're feeling down/upset (but in a cold and stern way that's, ehh...not very comforting tbh), making off hand compliments, letting you touch him in nonsexual ways, getting protective around you with other ppl, gifts that remind him of you AND are valuable to you, and other things like that.

If you're lucky enough to come across his sketchbook or his journal of failed poetry - you'll find half finished sketches and paintings of you, and unfinished poems about you there; comparing you to things like the refreshing sight of spring after winter, the warmth of gentle sunlight at dawn, the comfort of a well cooked meal. All of them unfinished because he failed to capture how he sees you, or how you make him feel. MANS IS WHIPPED. Don't test your luck going thru his stuff tho, homie (gender!neutral).

Ugh I could go ONNNN about this - maybe I should write a fic instead????

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CARRYING YOU WHEN YOU'RE TIRED ASKFDKLSK- 😩😩😩😩😩

Ok that part is super OOC - even for a Sukuna x Reader but, ya know, we can dream LMAO.

[loststolenorstrayed]

@brightgoat's Brighttail for @feladi-fority's birthday! I'm not very experienced drawing animals, but having a cat to model for me is a big help

[fictionadventurer]

Hobbies need to be accessible. I believe that it’s becoming more and more important for people to have physical hobbies that create real things and develop real skills--giving people a sense of accomplishment and overcoming feelings of helplessness. But so often, it seems like even beginner-level instruction is aimed at making the entry barrier as high as possible.

I was reading this book where this guy argues that people should develop areas of “micromastery” when getting into a hobby. Find one small, achievable, but still impressive task to master, so you have a cool skill to show off (and the sense of accomplishment) without having to master an entire huge area of knowledge. Instead of learning to cook, learn to create a really good omelet. Instead of learning an entire new language, learn to count to ten. And then you have a knowledge base to help you if you want to explore further. Seems very common sense. Very accessible. Learning is for everyone, not just people who want to devote tons of time to a new hobby. But even that guy, in his instructions, keeps telling people to buy the most expensive equipment to have the best possible results. There’s even a point where he says “the more expensive, the better”!

That infuriates me. I am enraged. The guy who’s trying to make learning accessible to the masses is now saying this is the realm only of the rich! It’s telling people to buy into the marketing ploy that more expensive is automatically better! It’s absurd. It’s insane. There probably is equipment that improves the outcome of the final product, but it’s not necessarily the most expensive stuff, and you certainly don’t need the expensive stuff when you’re just starting out!

Yet, tutorials and craft books keep pushing this message. If you want to start drawing, you need an expensive sketch book and seven different pencils and different weights of pen, and the right eraser. If you want to bake, you have to have the best flours and the appropriate sourdough technique. If you want to knit, you better have the expensive yarn. That’s garbage, and it makes things more difficult than they need to be.

When you’re just starting out, you’re learning if you even like the activity. Do I like spending time drawing? Do I even like the process of knitting or woodworking or building model airplanes? It’s pointless to spend tons of money on good yarn only to find that you hate the process of knitting. Pointless to get the good pencils when the process of drawing makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

If you want to try something, just try it! As simply and cheaply as possible. Want to draw? Get a free pencil and a bit of notebook paper. Want to knit? Get a pair of knitting needles from the thrift store and some dollar store yarn. As you get deeper into the hobby, you’ll probably want to upgrade your supplies--but now that you know more about the process, you know what problems can be solved by better supplies.

I was always intimidated by bookbinding--the tutorials always talked about having the right glue and the right book press--until a guy in the comments said, “I use Elmer’s Glue and my laptop.” I could manage that! That was accessible! I got some glue and some big textbooks and made a book! Not perfect, but it wouldn’t have been perfect even if I had the fancy supplies--I was just starting out! And then I figured out that a paper cutter and some kind of tool to smooth the endpapers would be useful. So I got that--as cheaply as possible. I have made books and I have enjoyed it without a huge investment in time and money. And more tutorials need to take that approach. I refuse to believe that we have to give tons of money to the crafting industry. I refuse to believe that we have to be consumers in order to become creators.

[windvexer]

the Chicken furthermore tries to convince you to practice sorcery in a fun and fulfilling way

There is a difference between practicing goal-oriented practical sorcery, and placing the entire value of your sorcery on whether or not you achieved the goal. One of these things is soul-crushing.

Practicing sorcery should be it's own reward. The actual steps you are performing should be stuff that you like, or thrills you, or captures your fascination. As an activity, practicing sorcery should be satisfying regardless of whether or not the spellwork manifests properly.

If the sorcery on your plate is not satisfying, compost it and return to the endless buffet and try a different type of sorcery.

If you do not have the things you need, your first step to a spell becomes innovation. What is the purpose of the thing in the spell, and how can it be replaced?

A spell can be cast with a length of string, or a paper and pen. Or with a bit of crayon. Or a dead fly. Or with just you.

Sorcerous knowledge tends to reveal itself when the clutter of correspondences is placed aside, so having few things to practice with is not a curse.

You do not need an interpersonal spiritual friendship with every single spirit you want to work with in magic. YOU DO NOT.

Interpersonal friend relationships with spirits should probably be reserved for very special spirits in your "inner court," the beings with which you choose to share your life and that you honor as teachers and guides.

Many spirits are pleased to assist with magic, but have no interest in getting to know us personally.

Imagine if everyone in your askbox wanted to ask you for help on something you're knowledgeable about, but instead of just asking for help, they first wanted to DM you for a few weeks to make sure you're comfortable with being asked for help, meanwhile on your correspondence chart pinned post it says "I can help with [topic]! Just ask!"

Asking spirits for help in magic is a good, valid way to start building a relationship with them.

Repeatedly calling on the same spirit or type of spirit over and over in spellwork is a fantastic way to deepen your relationship with them.

Working with a spirit in magic does not mean you are obligated to build a shrine to it, venerate it, talk to it outside of spellwork, or any of that.

Practicing sorcery is not the same thing as casting a spell. Practicing sorcery also means practicing the composite skills which come together to make a spell.

A spell is like a completed painting. But to make that painting, the artist needed several skills: the ability to sketch the scene, knowledge of how to apply and work with their paint, color theory, an understanding of how to render landscapes, and so forth. As a sorcerer, your skillset might be imbuing intent, raising energy, centering and grounding, practicing trance, practicing psychism or divination, etc. As you gain familiarity with these things, spells become less like an imposing stranger, and more like someone you're sure you've met before.

Practice can be it's own reward, but discipline is often required for progress.

Raising energy once a day, forever? I think not.

Raising energy once a day for seven days? Or, dedicating to doing it a total of ten times this month? Perhaps so.

An artist may not be in love with every single step of the process, and sometimes a sorcerer may have to get good at a skill that's not their favorite. But if no part of the process sparks joy, then something is wrong.

Sucking at something is the first step to being kind of good at something. Be reasonable with yourself: does the beginner artist doodle a landscape, then look at their work and declare that their art "doesn't work"?

Not every witch is talented at every sort of sorcery. Not creating a potent prosperity spell after five tries doesn't mean you're bad at magic. It might mean that your current understanding of prosperity magic precludes good results, or that you are casting on one very intransigent situation, or that your true talents lie in destruction and chaos instead of peaceful growth.

Set practice goals, give it an honest go, and move on when the time is right: "I am going to practice raising Fire energy and putting it into this stone using the Pore Breathing method. I'm going to do it fifteen times." (3 months later): "That sucked and it never worked, but I did it all fifteen times. Next I'm going to do a grounded roots visualization and use it to channel water energy to cleanse my room." (10 days later): "That was awesome, I want to do it more than 15 times."

Play around and be silly with it. Taking your path seriously is not the same thing as taking your path somberly.

Sports teams practice drills to be ready for game day. Sorcerers are wise to take a page from their book, because when real-life game day arrives, it feels much better to deal with it when you know you've been having pretty good success with channeling water energies, so maybe it's best to do something with that, because you can't move fire for dick.

[fruitsoxs]

Hi I was wondering if I can request a very fluffy soulmate au (I'm really a sucker for theses cheesy aus honestly) with Vash and a artist reader?

Context on the soulmate au it's like if you write on you skin it'll show up on the other person kind of deal.

Thank you and hope you have a good day ^^🌻

ah cute. i love stuff like this. here's some headcanons!

pairing; vahs x (GN)reader warnings; none! notes; this is kind of 98 Vash coded, but i left it open! also wrote this with a modern au in mind but it can be read either way

When he first sees the doodles, it’s a bit of a shock. 

For the longest of times Vash was so sure he didn’t have a soulmate. He had lived his entire life without getting a single mark, only hearing stories of others who have. 

So. when he sees those little clouds appear on his arm, he can barely speak. He just watches as they get more detailed. He can’t help but wonder who could be creating such a picture, and his heart beats a little faster.

He reaches for a pen instinctively, but pauses before the ink can touch his skin. 

What should he say? He’s known people who talked through their skin. Gathering information to find out who the other is. 

Should he say hi? Should he draw? No, he can’t draw like that. Anything he added would just ruin the picture forming on his arm. Instead he lets the pen drop, and watches as the drawing comes to life.

He likes to wear his soulmate's doodles. He know she can wash them off after they appear on his skin, but he thinks they’re much too beautiful to scrub away. Plus he gets a kick out of showing off the pictures to anyone who looks his way

He notices that his soulmate is rather forgetful too. They often leave little notes on their arms reminding them to pick up food, or to do certain chores. He thinks these little notes are cute and he often stares at them for hours after they appear

He also notices that you like to draw portraits of people around you. They’re rather cute. He should wash them away, but he likes the art you create. It’s like he’s being supportive of your work. 

He still doesn’t write back, despite having every opportunity to.

Not until you write him a direct message that makes him stop in his tracks. On his hand, in little letters, forms “Are you there?”. When he sees the words his entire world flips.

You’ve probably been worried this entire time over whether you have a soulmate of your own. Doodling to gain his attention, and getting nothing in return.

He immediately starts searching for a pen in his pockets, finding nothing. Suddenly panicking, he darts around the street asking everyone in sight if they have a pen. When someone finally does give him one, he immediately draws a little heart next to your question

He’s still not sure what to say, but a little doodle is enough for you. You respond back with a heart of your own.

After that the two of you speak in mostly doodles. His are wonky, and messy. He thinks it’s a little silly to look at his art compared to yours. 

Eventually he starts using words. Simple things at first. “Good mornings.” and “sleep wells.” 

This turns into small conversations, and he soon realizes why the universe paired him up with you. He starts falling in love with you 

And then one day he sees himself on his hand

He’s sitting in a random café, eating some delicious treats. He notices the start of one of your drawings, and immediately pulls out his hands to watch the lines appear. He almost spits out his food when he sees the familiar spikey hair. His head swivels around as he searches the café for anyone

He sees you sitting in the corner, sipping on some form of drink. The only reason he knows it has to be you, is because you keep glancing over at him before looking back at your hand

He isn’t sure what to do at first

Then he gets this idea

He pulls out his own pen and starts sketching you. He notices your drawing has stopped. You must be watching what he’s doodling.

When he’s done he leans back proudly and looks over to see your reaction. He frowns when you don’t immediately jump up and look for him.

Then he sees what you write back

“Is that a dog?”

He can’t believe his cute idea was ruined by his terrible artistic skills.

He sighs and stands up making his way over to you. He lifts up his hand to show off the matching marks and says “it was supposed to be you.”

You look at his hand, then at him. 

Then the two of you smile at each other. 

[sea-squeaker]

Okay so, instead of practicing German like I should be(I like to test duo's patience) I'm gonna rant about Luke and my hcs for him. Trust me I have tons.

Okay so first of all, for looks I have this card edit I did!!

Asmo did his nails for him, he likes to collect cute hair clips. Much like how he collects cute bandaids ingame:D

How I think his outfit works!! Okay so we all know he has wings and that once got me thinking on how exactly his outfit works with his wings. I'm not happy with just saying "it's magic ig" bcs I need a plausible answer or I'll go insane. Okay anyways, his shirt situation comes in two layers, the shirt part then the cape shoulder thing he's got going on. The shirt has a backless panel to it and is more like a sweater than a shirt, it buttons up in the back so he's able to put it on with his wings out. The shoulder thingy with the tassels is all together, minus the neck tie thing tho. I'll just leave the rest of the explaining to the diagram I tried to sketch up, I really hope it explains things well enough!!

So adding onto this ramble a lil bit, trust me it relates to Luke completely. I think the angels are like birds and do act a bit bird like. Luke has the wings of an albino barbary dove (basically just a white dove). However, due to him being a child, he's got the wings of a baby bird, so he's a lil angel nestling and I just think that's precious. Another thing on just angels, I believe that they do molt and their wings require preening by hand. Usually, juvenile angels are assisted with this by their gaurdians. So this means Simeon does help out Luke with his preening. This also means alot of cleaning around purgatory hall during molting, tons and tons of feathers!! (Luke's feathers are soft and fluffy, Simeon's feathers are longer and course) I also believe Simeon to have the wings of a mourning dove.

So for Luke's music taste, I think part of it is influenced by Simeon, the other part by Levi. Allow me to explain the Levi part. Levi introduced Luke to WonderlandxShowtimes and he most certainly got hooked. His favorite WxS songs are Becoming Potatoes and Miracle Painting, he also enjoys other energeticsongs like that. I think Simeon would like more peaceful and warm songs. Specifically the song, Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face. So yeah Luke likes those types of songs aswell. One more thing he enjoys listening to is the James and the Giant Peach musical:]

Things that Luke would watch!! I think they consist of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Bluey, Gravity Falls, and stuff like that!

Luke has a hard time sleeping without something to snuggle, he has a shiba inu plush that he sleeps with.

Luke really loves sea creatures!! I base this off of him wanting to visit the aquarium in his bday event. For his bday, Solomon got him a big encyclopedia on sea creatures and he was jumping with joy. He proceeded to not read a single other thing until he finished the sea creature book. His favorite sea creatures are blacktip reef sharks, moon jellyfish, sea angels, sea squirts, and sea bunnies:D

When Luke is very happy, he can often be seen jumping up and down, flapping his hands, bouncing on his toes, kicking his feet, etc. He is quite anxious when he can't find Simeon or is waiting for him to come back. He's like a dog waiting for his owner to come back from the grocery store in a way.

Thank you very much for reading these!! Have a Luke doodle:D

[rogerswifesblog-updates]

Chapter 3 - it’s all about the…

…Curiosity.

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A/N: I’m sorry for posting late!:) I wasn’t home on Friday, I was invited to a friends birthday party and in the morning I’ve spontaneously decided to bake a cake so I didn’t had time to post this:)

Pairing: stripper!Steve Rogers x Sugar!Mommy reader

Chapter summary: Steve stays the night.

Warnings: hand job, oral m receiving, subby Steve, needy Steve, mommy kink (only once used), a hit of mommy issues, feeding

18+

Walking into your mansion, you immediately stepped out of your heels, hanging up your coat. “We should watch a movie, eat…talk…whatever you’re in the mood for”, you smiled, not meaning to make it sound like that. “Ups, I meant like..talking and stuff. You’re choosing the movie.”

Steve laughed nervously, nodding anyway and following you to the open living room, sitting down next to you on the white leather couch. A white couch? He definitely doesn’t feel safe with his pizza here. Not with the sauce.

Steve slowly looked a bit around the living room, connected to the kitchen. Next to that broad curved stairs leading upstairs, making him curious what he’d find there. Dark shiny floors, making your heels always click loudly, which for some reason sounded attractive. There were also many plants everywhere, hanging from the walls, filling the shelves and standing at the bottom of the stairs. Everything seemed so pretty. Big open spaces, white couches and loveseats, a pretty glass table in front of the couch you two were sitting on, a gray carpet feeling soft against his feet, a few paintings on your walls. For a moment he thought about whether you'd let him paint something and hang it up in your home. The windows were huge, floor to ceiling and he couldn’t stop imagining what it looked like when the sun was up. Probably bright and cozy. It would be amazing to sit on the soft carpet while the sun would shine on him, maybe sketching or just enjoying the warmth of the sun.

Sighing you put your legs up on the arm rest, carefully leaning against his side. “So, Steven Grant, tell me something about you? What’s your story?”, a quiet chuckle came from the blond man, while he chewed his pizza.

“You know my story. I told you everything yesterday”, at that you snorted. “No, Steve, you told me your financial problems. I want to know something about your person”, you said, eating your now mostly cold fries. You felt Steve putting his arm around your midsection, unintentionally pulling you a bit closer.

It took him a few seconds till he answered. “I was a small kid, but got into trouble a lot-thank god my mom was a nurse, otherwise I might’ve lived in the hospital instead a house”, he chuckled and you could feel him shaking his head. “So you got in fights?” “Yeah, I…I didn’t like bullies. I still don’t like them. I hate to see men harassing women or just people that can’t defend themselves, you know?”

A small smile crept onto your lips, while you leaned your head a bit more against him, feeling his own dropping against your. “I had broken my nose four times at the age of fifteen-or, well before”, you heard the grin in his voice. Now it also made sense why his nose was slightly crooked. Not that it made him look any worse-it actually suits him.

While still eating some of your fries, you felt Steve shift around. “Everything alright?”, you asked, looking back at him. The young man blushed lightly, pointing at his belly. “The shirt feels tighter, now that i'm full”, he grinned sheepishly, making you laugh quietly. You turned around, to face him, before slowly opening his button down. “Just take it off, Stevie. I want you to be comfortable. You’re supposed to feel good here, with me…”, you whispered, finally pulling out the material from his pants and pushing it down from his shoulders.

Just like exprected a blush crept from beneath his shirt to the tips of his ears. “How often do you work out, Steve?”, you asked, caressing his chest, feeling his chest rising. Even though the undershirt you felt his warmth against your palm.

“A bit, yeah. After puberty hit me-which only happened like two years ago-I started working out more, went jogging…and when I needed a job I got into the stripper job, so I started pole dancing and that was kinda…fun. I still like it. I can’t dance with a partner, but dancing on stage and poles is like a fun workout…” Steve looked down at his biceps, flexing it. “I really like sports, going to the gym and just enjoying nature, walking the dogs from the shelter”, while you caressed his biceps, you started smiling.

It didn’t surprise you that Steve took the dogs for walks. Somehow it was just a Steve thing to do. You only know him since yesterday and yet you already could tell he was a good guy, with a huge heart.

Without saying a thing you gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Steve giggled, brushing over the spot you just kissed. “What was that for?”, he smiled bashfully, looking you up and down. Shrugging you leaned back against his side. “No reason, Stevie.”

„Can I ask you something?” “Always, Stevie. Don’t be shy, you can ask whatever and whenever you want.” You wiped your mouth carefully with your napkin, then your hands before throwing the tissue on the table next to the empty box.

Next to you Steve shifted a bit, turning more to you, making you slide against his chest, his hands slowly caressing your arms. “Do you do this often? I mean…looking for someone to take care of? How long will it take till you get bored of me?”

Steve's words made you pull your eyebrows together, while you slowly sat up and turned to him. Your now grease free hand touched his underarm. “Steve, it doesn’t work like that-sure, if we wouldn’t like each other, we’d probably stop it, but I don’t get bored of you. I’m here to help you as long as you need me and you’re…you’re there to make my life a bit more worth living, not just work, but sometimes a date, maybe a gala, stuff that I get invited to, just to accompany me.”

For a moment he thought about your words, looking down at your hand against his skin. “I’m just there to look pretty?” The pink patches made a reappearance on his face and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. “Something like that…I know it sounds silly, but when you’re associated with people like the ones I know they…treat you with more respect when you're not alone. Especially as a woman. You may be young, but a very attractive man, it’ll help my image to have you around”, you said truthfully, watching the gears in Steve’s head work, before he slowly nodded.

“So the…the relationship we have…I can ask for whatever I want and you’d buy it?”, he seemed unsure about this conversation, so you wanted to make feel saver, by gently taking his hand. “Yeah, money isn’t a problem here, I’m here to buy you stuff”, you smiled at him, watching as his cheeks blushed deeply, while he slowly averted his gaze.

“What about…sexual…stuff?” Oh, he was still nervous about that. Head shaking you squeezed his hand. “We don’t need to do anything, I promise. If you don’t want to-“ “but I do-I-I wanted to know if…if I can ask for something or if it’s only the other way around, if it’s just…when you want something”, he mumbled now fully nervous, his palm feeling sweaty in your hand.

You slowly raised your eyebrows, scooching a bit closer to Steve. “It’s both ways, not only my needs, but also yours if you want to”, he nodded at that (maybe even a bit eager now). A smirk crept onto your lips. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

He bit his bottom lip, looking down at your intertwined hands, slowly letting go of your hand and pushing it down onto his crotch, his hard cock already bulging against his jeans. Oh.

“Could you…touch me…? Please?”, he asked quietly.

Double oh.

Grinning you started to rub your hand over his pants, making him moan quietly, pushing against your palm back. „Tell me what you’ve done before-you said you’re a virgin but have you any experience?“ Your hand never stops rubbing his cock through the pants. Breathing heavily Steve looked up at you from under his eyelashes. Did he have any idea how pretty he looked when he looked at you like that?

It took him a few seconds till he finally found his voice again. „I had a few quick handjobs-just some stuff in highschool or while-while being at a party-disappearing into a friend's bedroom for a few minutes“, he laughed quietly, being interrupted by his own moan when you pressed a bit harder against the leaking head. „-and once a- a girl sucked my dick but-fuck don’t stop please-„ When he stopped talking you squeezed his cock painfully-but instead of whimpering or telling you to stop, he moaned and pushed into your hand.

You felt yourself get wetter at that.

Slowly you loosened your grip, but still stroked him. “But what, baby?” You asked curiously. He opened his eyes again, seemly confused before remembering what he had been talking about. “It was bad-she told me it was her first time doing that after and-and I had a hard time finishing-she scratched with her teeth and squeezed my balls too much-not in a nice way-“, he mumbled, his leg twitching when you rubbed over his head. At this point you noticed a little wet spot appearing right where his top was.

A smirk crept onto your lips listening to him talking about his not so positive or many experiences with sexual pleasure. You’d definitely change that. If he lets you.

“Can I open your pants, sweetheart?”, you whispered, playing with his zipper, already seeing him nod. “Yes-yes, pants and underwear”, he mumbled, his head falling against your shoulder, face buried against your soft skin.

Pushing down his pants, he helped you to do so by lifting his hips slightly. His hard cock slapping against his stomach, leaving a wet spot of pre cum on his undershirt. “Such a nice cock”, you whispered in his ear, slowly wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft. He felt unbelievably thick in your palm, warm and hard. God, you hoped he’d want to fuck you, because…yeah, you really, really wanted to feel him stretch you out.

Steve’s soft lips against your throat made you sigh gently. “My pretty boy, so lovely”, you whispered, your thumb rubbing over his leaking slit, feeling more pre cum leaking into your palm, making the movements smoother, wetter. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise..”

You pushed his shirt up with your other hand, rolling it underneath his armpits, his pecks on display, for you to gently lick over the perky nipples. “You’ve no idea how I love your pecs, sweetheart. Your pretty tits…couldn’t stop looking at them yesterday”, your grip around his cock tightened slightly, while pumping him a bit faster, his hips thrusting up into your palm.

He moaned a bit louder when you nibbled at his nipple, his hands brushing through your hair and pushing you slowly down. “Please…use your mouth…want to-want to come in your mouth-“

“Sure, babyboy”, you whispered before kneeling on the couch, one of your hands brushing over his thigh up to his cock, starting to stroke him once again, a bit quicker this time. “Ask me nicely.” This time you finally got a quiet whine out of his rosy bitten lips.

“Please use your mouth, please”, his whining made your pussy throb. He was fucking adorable.

“Where do you want my mouth, hm?”

Your thumb circled his slit, feeling more pre cum wet your hand making your slow strokes even smoother, a squelching sound following. Steve’s face turned a soft rosy color, while he looked at you with a pour on his lips when you indirectly asked him to beg.

But he will fucking beg if that’s what its take.

He didn’t hide the desperation in his eyes.

He needed it.

He needed to feel you.

Your mouth.

“Please-please use your mouth on-…on my cock. Please suck me off”, he moaned, tears welling up in his eyes, while he threw his head back when you started rubbing his cockhead a bit faster, before you started stroking his length again. “Sure Baby, all you needed to do was ask'', he definitely heard the smirk in your voice. When you finally leaned down, your ass was up your mouth close to his dick.

Steve gasped when he felt your tongue lick away the precum, tasting him and moaning against his cock, slowly licking over his length, making sure to make it messy with salvia and his own natural lubricant, till the squelching sound was filthy and loud.

You always liked it a bit messier.

As soon as he felt your lips wrap around his head, he thrusted up, feeling your hot wet and soft mouth making him lose his mind already. “Oh my-oh god”, he moaned, his head falling into his neck when he felt your tongue circling his slit. His taste hitting your tongue, you moaned around him, the feeling of your mouth vibrating around his head making him gasp.

You suckled at his leaking head, before slowly taking him deeper till he was stretching your throat. As a woman of a certain age, you’d learnt a few things over the years. You definitely had more experience than the girl that had sucked him off some time ago.

He felt his balls tighten, being full with cum that he was close to finally shooting into your mouth. Then your free hand found its way to his chest, circling his nipples and pinching. “Fuck, I’m-“, you could feel his dick twitch in your mouth, the pre cum and spit already leaking around your mouth, making it all sloppy.

His grip on your hair tightened and you felt him spill his seed in your mouth, some of it you swallowed, before pulling away and letting some of the spurts hit your face, neck and his own stomach. “Fuck mommy, feels so good”, he hadn’t even noticed the name slipping from his lips, while he fucked into your palm. You could hear the desperation in his voice and the desire flashing in his eyes, when he looked at you for a brief second. You stroked his shaft and massaged his balls till he was finished, wanting to get everything out of him, what had already been a lot.

Panting, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze immediately finding you, watching as you liked away the rest of his cum from your fingers, some of it still on your cheek and neck, dripping onto your pearls. Fuck, his dick twitched again seein his cum mark your face and the ridiculously expensive necklace. He got to do that. Not anyone else. Only him.

Your lipstick and makeup was slightly smudged.

Moaning to himself Steve dropped his head once again against the headrest of the couch. “Fucking hell, I always thought sex gets boring after thirty”, he mumbled, both of you blush at the mention of your age gap. “Sex and any kind of intimacy is fun as long as you want it to be fun”, you whispered, grabbing his button down from the couch and firstly wiping away the cum from your face, before wiping his stomach.

“Let’s go shower, there’s a bathroom attached to my bedroom and another one on the end of the corridor, last door left and one upstairs…I’m pretty sure it’s the fourth door” You threw the shirt aside, kissing Steve’s cheek gently. “I hope it’s okay, I asked Clint to get you some clothes for you to sleep in and wear tomorrow-I…I hoped you’d stay here tonight”, you smiled, while steve pulled his boxershorts up, but the pants already falling to his ankles.

“I’m glad, what did he-or you?-get?”, he asked curiously, taking off the undershirt too, leaving him only in his boxershorts and…his SpongeBob socks. “I don’t know what he got, but Steve-please, the next Time you take off your clothes, start with your ridiculous socks”, you teased him, swatting his butt gently while standing up and wrapping your arms around his waist.

His cheeks became rosy, while he looked down to his socks, wiggling his toes. “Oh, right…I should’ve started with them-I’ll stop wearing patterned socks-“ “-don’t, I don’t want you to change that”, you kissed his cheek again, taking his hands and pulling him through the corridor. “It’s cute. Just like you.”

“You haven’t chosen a room yet, so we should do that-here’s my bedroom-“ You pointed at the open door to your bedroom. “And my office is the door to the right. You can choose whatever room you want-oh there’s also upstairs if you want to go there, there are more rooms if you won’t like these”, Steve seemed a bit overwhelmed looking through all the rooms. Comfortable looking blankets, soft pillows and expensive wardrobes, the carpets looking even more expensive than anything he had ever brought himself. But they all didn’t look homey, no pictures or any personal touches. There was even some thick dust coating most of the surfaces, like if you hadn’t been there in months.

He didn’t like the rooms-until the last one. Thankfully still on the bottom floor. He felt like he could get lost if he had to go upstairs.

“Oh, the windows are huge”, he whispered, walking into the room, looking out of the floor to ceiling windows. It was already dark outside, you could see the beautiful colorful lights of the city. “It’s always very bright here, the sun falls perfectly through the windows…”, you said, stepping closer to him, your hand slowly sliding over his back before wrapping around his waist.

It was so nice to finally feel someone’s warmth, a body against your own. Especially one like that. Sighing you leaned your head between his shoulder blades.

“Can I have this room?”, he asked quietly, his hand stroking over your arms that were wrapped around him. You couldn’t see the soft smile he wore, his gaze glued to the world outside. “Sure, even if you’d change your mind, it’s no problem if you want to choose another one”, you whispered against his skin.

When he felt you loosening your grip, Steve pulled your arms a bit tighter around his body, making you hug him longer. He felt comfortable with you, which he hadn’t in a long time-especially since last year. For some reason he liked the idea of that kind of relationship with you. It wasn’t about feelings. Just about needs. Nothing more.

He definitely needed money. And if you needed someone to spend time with you, he could do that. Why not? He’d be over at your place for the weekends and on other days he’d just stay at his place-which you said you’d pay for, too.

There would be no love involved. No real commitment, which sounded good to him. Steve struggled with relationships-that’s also why he never really had any and why he’s still so inexperienced. Since he had been in highschool-or even sooner, since he knew what sex was-he promised he’d have his first time with a person he loved. That never happened. But he still didn't want to lose his virginity to some random person-at least a close friend. Maybe, hopefully, he’d still find his love at some point.

For now he’s just enjoying living with the agreement of being your sugar baby.

Living in your home was already breathtaking-alone this room was unbelievable. It was probably as big as the small apartment he had shared with his mom years ago. He never had such a big room before-he had no room at all when he was younger and now in the apartment he shared with his two friends? His room was still way smaller than this.

It made him…speechless.

Maybe a bit emotional, too.

Yesterday he was a stripper and now he….was here. With you. A woman nearly twice his age, over a decade older than him. If someone would’ve told him a week ago he’d be here he’d laugh.

“Are you okay, Stevie?”, you whispered quietly against his back, softly kissing his skin. It wasn’t hard to notice Steve was lost in thought. The sigh that escaped Steve’s lips made you furrow your eyebrows. To make him feel a bit comfortable you started gently rubbing his arms, leaving a few last kisses at his spine, noticing a faint long scar there.

Steve took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. “I just…it’s all so different. I can’t believe I’ll be sleeping here in this huge bed-wake up in a mansion-with these huge windows and an amazing view…I guess I’m a bit…overwhelmed.” He turned around, looking down at you before wordlessly hugging you for a short moment. You couldn’t really hug him back, because he was already stepping away from you, avoiding looking into your eyes.

“Abou the clothes…are there maybe some sweats? I’d like to sleep in-“ “yeah, sure. I’ll be back in a minute”, you smiled, slightly confused on why he became somewhat closed off suddenly. Of course you should be imagining too much into it, especially since Steve wasn’t your boyfriend-or friend, for that matter-but somehow you still felt a little sting in your chest. The many hours you had spent together were amazing, the date in its own way perfect, you’ve talked and shared a lot, some little memories here and there…

It didn’t make sense why he’d push you away now. Of course, you two weren’t supposed to fall in love, but you could still be friends? Maybe Steve still felt uncomfortable about the age gap? Maybe there was a different reason? Or maybe…maybe he was just overwhelmed with the change. You had to remind yourself how you had felt the first time your life changed drastically. It could be a lot sometimes.

“Clint got you these”, you put two begs on his bed and Steve could already see the Calvin Klein logo on the front, making his breath hitch. “I hope he got the right size. Wouldn’t want you to have to walk naked around…not that I’d mind it”, you joked a bit too lighted Steve’s mood again. He did smile a bit, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The sparkle from before was gone.

Sighing you sat down on the bed next to him, watching as his hand slowly brushed the silk cover, your own hand gently covering his. “If you wanna go home I can drive you, you know? You don’t have to stay.” Steve seemed to consider this for a moment, before slowly shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m this moody…it’s just…a lot. In a good way, of course, but…it made me think of….just everything. I think I should go to bed and just sleep it off”, not wanting to talk about his feelings more he withdrew his hand grabbing the bags instead and pulling out gray Calvin Klein sweatpants. After thanking you and giving you a kiss on the cheek you wished him a good night and left his room so he could go to bed.

But before you even left the door he called out your name again.”where do you keep the towels? I’d like to go shower""Right, I forgot. Just in the cabinet in the bathroom, you’ll find some-the blue ones are the softest, if you ask me”, a little grin appeared on your lips. “And a toothbrush should be somewhere in the bag, I told Clint to buy one for you, because otherwise he wouldn’t have thought of that”, with that Steve started looking through the bags, finally finding a toothbrush-and from where you were standing you could make out some colorful patterns on it.

“Steve, is this a kid’s toothbrush?” “It’s Toy Story!”, he grinned at the toothbrush, before looking back up at you, making you laugh quietly. All it takes to make Steve happy are patterned and themed things?

“Clint either bought it for his kid and accidentally threw this one in your bag, taking the one for adults or he did it on purpose”, you definitely believed the second scenario rather than the first one. And Steve thought so too. Clint definitely seemed like a guy who’d still use kids toothbrushes because they’re more fun.

You watched as Steve took some other clothes out of the bad, admired them for a moment and put them back in. You had to bite your tongue not to tell him to just put them in the wardrobe. Technically the room was from now on his, he could use the space…the closets and everything else.

“Good night Stevie. You know where to find me”, you smiled, before closing the door behind you, going straight to your room where you went to take a shower yourself. After your bedtime routine your head finally hit the soft pillows, immediately pulling you into the land of dreams and relaxation, surrounded by the soft feeling of silk against your naked skin.

While you were already deeply asleep Steve was still in the shower enjoying the hot water. It was nice to have steaming water, not having to think of your roommates and just being able to stand in the stream for a moment. Normally he’d try to wash up as quickly as possible, the water only lukewarm. He liked the idea of living like that.

After his shower and bedtime routine Steve laid down in his new bed, a quiet moan escaping his mouth when his body sank into the comfy mattress. When heaven existed it felt like this. From now on he'd spend as many nights in this bed as possible. No springs that were poking him in his sensitive back, no scratchy sheets, the pillow fluffy and soft like a warm cloud.

He may have fallen in love with this bed.

Smiling, he closed his eyes for a moment, sighing.

Before he could fall asleep he texted Bucky where he was and how the date with you went. Bucky's answer came quickly, a thumbs up and a grinning smile and something about being jealous of the huge bed Steve had sent a picture of.

Just like you had told him the sun brightened his room in the morning, the warmth on his cheeks waking him up. As soon as he woke up he felt unbelievably rested and comfortable. He’d love to just lay in bed all day, but in the evening before he had made up his mind about making you breakfast-which he hoped he wouldn’t mess up.

After putting on some of the clothes Clint had bought for him he left the room, closing the door behind him. His phone was in his sweatpants pocket, waiting for a message from Bucky what he should cook for you to eat.

Steve walked (what he assumed) in the right direction, but when he finally came to the end of the corridor he realized he entered the shared living room from a completely different direction that you two had walked in the previous night. Your corridor leads through the whole house?

When he had felt unsure about which door was your room before, he definitely had no idea anymore. “Fuck”, he mumbled turning around, looking back into the corridor he had walked out from. Maybe he’s just imagining it? It could’ve been this corridor and he’s just imagining something. He should’ve paid more attention to the house when you first showed him, not your ass.

After finding your fridge (which was harder than he expected, hidden as one of the many cabinets there) he found all the ingredients for pancakes.

Pancakes he could do.

Even Bucky thinks his pancakes taste pretty good. Which is a compliment, considering Bucky is the better cook. Also considering Steve managed to burn a damn toast two days ago.

After finding the plates and mugs he put the pancakes on these, before trying to find out how the coffee machine works (he had to Google it and damn did the price surprise him.)

He even found a tray to make it easier to carry the plates and mugs.

Smiling brightly he grabbed the tray and walked to the first door he assumed was your room. Knocking he waited for your greeting, hum or anything, but nothing came. Maybe you were still asleep, so he decided to open the door quietly. “Good mo-oh”, it’s an empty room he had seen yesterday.

Sighing he closed the door again, repeating everything at the next door. “Are you fucking kidding me?”, he grumbled, noticing this was, in fact, also not your room.

It took him four more tries till he finally found your bedroom. “For fucks sake, this is a damn labyrinth.” Noticing you were still asleep he couldn’t stop himself from looking at you for a moment. Admiring your natural beauty, because you had taken off your makeup to sleep. You were lying on your side, blanket pulled up to your face, Right beneath your chin.

It…looked cute. You looked cute.

He put down the tray on your nightstand, looking down at himself for a moment, before quickly taking off his hoodie and throwing it aside. After taking the tray he gently shook your shoulder straightening quickly. (He may or may not have flexed his abs). “Good morning-breakfast in bed!”, he greeted you cheerfully.

You immediately opened your eyes, a tired smile creeping on your face while you slowly looked up at you—the smile now wider.

Then you slowly sat up, your eyes widening, pulling the blanket even higher. “Steve that’s sweet, thank you but-I’m naked”, you felt blush creeping onto your cheeks, the same happening to Steve.

“Oh I-fuck-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-“, he immediately started apologising looking everywhere but you, the nervousness and shakiness of his voice couldn’t be more obvious. It’s sweet how nervous he was about your nakedness even though you had sucked his dick a few hours ago.

Laughing you pulled the blanket even higher to your chin. “Steve it’s fine-wait no, don’t go. Please just give me something to wear, you’ll find some shirts in my wardrobe-is that your hoodie? Why aren’t you wearing it?”, you asked when Steve picked up the navy blue material from the floor, holding it out to you. The red patches returned to his cheeks, even darker this time.

Your gaze fell to his bare chest, then to the breakfast tray and back to the hoodie. “Oh Steve!” The laugh that escaped your throat was soft and cheerful. “You’re so sweet. That’s the best breakfast I’ve ever gotten. Especially those abs, baby. Now give me the hoodie and sit with me”, you said, grabbing the hoodie, not noticing the blanket slipping down, showing a bit of your breasts-but Steve did notice. You also miss the way his cheeks tinge pink.

Steve saw your breasts.

And fuck.

He’d love to get his mouth on them.

His dick definitely twitched at the thought and he thanked god you were currently busy with dressing yourself, otherwise he’s sure you’d have noticed it. Especially since he’s not wearing any boxershorts underneath his sweatpants.

You patted the spot next to you, mentioning Steve to sit with you, already pulling the blanket up for him to slide underneath. He hesitated for a moment, before carefully sitting down next to you , not sure if he’s supposed to put his arm around you or touch you in any way.

“Could you pass me the tray?” Steve nodded, doing as you asked and watching you for a moment cutting into the pancake-to his surprise you lifted the piece to his mouth instead of your own. The usual blush crept over his chest to the very tips of his ears, making him look adorable. “Come on, Stevie, don’t be shy. Open up”, you whispered.

For some reason he shivered, his whole body immediately covered by goosebumps. “S-sure”, he cleared his throat before taking the bite, quietly chewing, while you took a bite for yourself.

A few minutes later Steve’s head was already leaning against your shoulder, enjoying being fed by you. It was really nice. Made him feel funny in his chest. In a comfortable and pleasant way. He felt completely relaxed, a bit mushy even.

“Okay, come on, I have to visit a friend today, so I’ll drive you home-maybe we could buy some groceries on our way, too, if you need anything?”

An hour later Steve was entering his apartment with two huge bags filled with groceries for-well, he didn’t want to look while you paid, still feeling a bit overwhelmed, maybe even a bit guilty, but definitely a lot. Fresh vegetables and fruits, some things he couldn’t even pronounce and a few snacks. Probably more than he actually needed, but it wouldn’t go to waste, not with him living with two roommates. (Both, Bucky and Sam were thrilled seeing all the food. Which also meant many questions about Steve’s weekend and sugar mommy )

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[blazehedgehog]

What do you think of AI stuff like DAll-E or Midjourney?

It's not as useful as some people want you to believe. A lot of people pushing for the acceptance of this kind of software are the same tech bros that invested in crypto currency and were trying to sell you NFTs, which should tell you enough.

All of this "it's democratizing art!" and "finally, people can make art even if they don't have natural talent!" is snake oil.

You know where my "natural talent" came from? I started drawing when I was 4 or 5 years old. I drew at least one thing per day for over 20 years. I earned the ability to crank out dumb doodles on a whim.

You can't just show up one day and think you deserve to make artwork without putting in the work to learn and get good at it. Art's importance comes from the length of time needed to learn to master it. And I don't just mean drawings, I mean music, film, food, everything. No matter what it is, effort is value.

Financial value, sentimental value, it doesn't matter. All value is derived from the effort required to make it.

If you can just push a button and churn out artwork en masse, that devalues the importance of art. I mentioned this back with the Martin Scorsese ask, but it's like, which has more value? An original hand-made piece of artwork, or a print of that artwork? Prints are easy to mass produce. You can get a nice, high quality, glossy print of the Mona Lisa almost for free at this point. But the actual Mona Lisa, the original product, is actually valuable beyond value.

Art prints are literally just replicating a single file over and over and over again, but the original is one-of-a-kind and where all the effort is most evident. All the layers of paint can be felt as DaVinci sought perfection in his work. That's what makes it special. That's what makes it important.

My uncle does woodworking. He's so good at it, he gave my Mom an end table that looks like it came from a high-tier furniture store. A mass-produced end table like that would be at least $100. He made it by hand. It is beautiful. I will treasure that end table forever.

Effort is value.

If you spend any length of time looking at art websites where AI art is allowed (such as deviantart or pixiv), what you'll often find is these AI art chumps submitting massive amounts of artwork. They'll submit 10, 20, 40+ images a day, all from the same prompt, all with slight differences, because to them, every single thing the generator produces is worth submitting.

Even when I was drawing regularly, I could only really do maybe one finished piece per day. Two if you were lucky. Not only because sketching, inking, coloring and shading would take so long, but because after I was done the tank was empty. I'd used up all my effort for the day and had no more creativity left to give.

All the claims of "letting people without artistic talent generate art" are bogus because it throws the whole signal-to-noise ratio out of wack. Too much signal in itself becomes noise. And it devalues the effort that real artwork takes, because real artwork is now part of that noise, instead of rising above it.

When anyone can vomit out hundreds or even thousands of AI generated images that are of decent-to-good quality, a lot of what would be considered "b-tier" artwork ceases to be important anymore.

In a world where AI generated images are normalized, only the top 0.1% of artwork (your Mona Lisas) are considered to have real value. And who benefits the most from that kind of stuff? Rich people. Rich people who can afford to drop a million dollars on a historic piece of hand-crafted artwork. And just to be clear: these are exactly the same people who are trying to sell you on how important AI generator software is going to be going forward.

Or to simplify it even more: the people who stand to profit the most from AI "art" are the ones trying the hardest to sell you on its benefits. Because it benefits them more than it will ever benefit you.

Because, full disclosure, over this last week, a friend of mine has been having a lot of fun with Bing's new image generator feature, and I couldn't help but also play with the toy. The quality of images it can generate is shocking.

Microsoft, in their endless desperation to get anyone to use Bing on purpose, is clearly playing with fire here.

When effort is value and value is effortless, nothing has any value anymore.

I understand how, if you aren't an artist, this is all probably incredibly difficult to comprehend. The lure of fast and easy artwork from a simple line of text is a net gain to you, and nothing else really matters to your perspective. But imagine all of the up-and-coming artists who get completely pushed out of the conversation because of how easy it is to crap out endless AI generator output. I spent 20 years drawing every day for results that can be beaten in 20 seconds.

How many future artists is that going to discourage? There's a lot of buzz, now more than ever, about "late stage capitalism" and the way that's manifesting in our lives. When AI generated images are "good enough", how is that going to change the world around us?

You can't just think, "we'll figure something out" because the people trying to control this narrative do not have your best interests in mind. The people trying to control this narrative think they still don't have enough money yet even though there's not much money left to give them.

Their solution is to stop paying people to do work that they can get a computer to do for free, even if it means destroying the entire foundation of human culture. Long term destruction for short term gain. The same old story.

Are they going to get away with it?

(Another good ask along this line is over here, from February.)

[styllwaters]

⚠️ Old designs and lore // Do not reblog ⚠️

Well folks, this is about as sci fi-fantasy as it gets. People have been asking about humans in Vivere 44, and a bunch of quick sketches turned into a full-on infographic, and now I have no choice but to elaborate. So! humans. (The story is set in the year 2155, and considering the lack of physical forms I suppose post-humans would be a more reasonable term...) 

Despite having changed significantly since they left Earth, humans have an established place within the Wider Galactic Community. Most of the essential info is in the image, but I’ll go ahead and slap on extra notes anyways. Long-ish post ahead!

For starters, if you want a more extensive read of humanity’s history in Vivere 44 and how exactly they came to look like that, then head on over to the google doc. Be warned, it gets a little dark at some points.

Although they might look like holograms, the human’s appearance has little to do with light fields. Instead, they are made up of millions of tiny ‘cyber-particles’, which were discovered by the **Angelum **in 2110. Their properties are still being researched, but they are known to be able to host consciousness - which has earned them the nickname ‘mind flecks’. They have been used in computers, AI, and projections, and have only recently been applied to digitized brains. 

Through these mind flecks, a human can shape their appearance however they please, however it relies heavily on individual brainpower and how clearly one can visualize an image. For this reason, young children often have difficulty with clear forms and are more inclined to look like vague shapes (or their default form). They learn by mimicking others. Fun fact, It’s also easy for experienced individuals to lose clarity in their form when experiencing strong emotions. Thus, the word ‘distortion’ has been used as a substitute for losing one’s composure.

Unfortunately in spite of their unique shifting abilities, humans have difficulty interacting with the non-digital world. Luckily, the Angelum are known for their expertise in machinery, so together they developed mech suits that allow people to walk around and pick up stuff and whatnot. Some people like the convenience, but others hate the restrictive feeling of the suits and opt for gloves instead (I’ll draw them one day). This embedding of intelligence systems in machines meant jobs like spacecraft intelligence (as opposed to spacecraft artificial intelligence) became quite prevalent among humans. 

Humanity’s new configurations also mean that they no longer have the need to eat or drink. Yet, unlike an AI they still need to sleep every now and then. And unlike an AI, humans are not immortal. The particles begin to deteriorate after about 160 years, and at 200 years will have completely disappeared. Still a pretty impressive lifespan. I should also note that once a person’s mind is transferred to cyber-particles, they are stuck like that. No changing hosts or returning to a body.

The first generation of post-humans is still around today, but since then two more have arisen. Artificial chromosomes and a form of gene swapping were developed in the early days allowing humanity to continue its legacy. There is a bit of controversy as to whether these new generations count as ‘true’ humans since they never had an organic body to begin with, but they certainly aren’t robots either. The new generations think, act and live just as the originals did, if not more progressively.

That’s about it for now! This concept has been bouncing around in my head for a while now so I’m glad to finally have the chance to put it somewhere. As always, open to questions!

[blackstarchanx3new]

How do you draw up your comics so quickly? I've been wanting to get into making comics myself, but it seems so daunting lol

Was hoping to get some tips on how you draw them so well and so quickly /pos /nf

Omf that's a tough one. My honest first response is "All I do is draw all day" so please don't hold yourself to my standards I don't have anything better to be doing.

Basically it's a mix of stuff:

My art style is simple/character designs are simple. Backgrounds are simple, overall.

STUFF BE SIMPLE.

"Gets the point across" tends to be the idea.

Anatomy isn't perfect, gradients are used a lot, shading isn't always present, I try to limit my color pallets to be pretty small.

I have a bunch saved onto the side bar in Clip Studio. And I have presets like the borders of the panels as a pre-set so I don't gotta make a new one over and over again.

Short cuts are NOICE.

Art wise:

I start with a thumbnail. Just getting the idea/facial expressions of the character down.

Sketching is 2nd step but I have no examples because I delete those pretty quickly.

More similar to this so line art is WAY easier.

I change the sketch's opacity to like 20 ish and a light blue to see it better.

Then I do line art and add a neutral color under it to make coloring easy. I change this to black after ward to fill any gaps.

Add color and ba-bam

I use "Color burn" "linear burn" and Multiply in the layer settings for shading. Just depends on the circumstance.

I guess smth else I do is go by "Chapter" or scenes.

Smth that's helpful for some is writing a script and then drawing your stuff based on that.

Often what I end up doing is writing a script but using it as a guide rather than a beat by beat thing.

Referencing manga for inspiration is smth I do a lot.

Smth I'd recommend doing is making a one shot or a comic you purposely make to be short.

Longer comics are daunting but the best way to deal with that is to complete parts of em. XD It's like going through a video game. Beating each mini boss gets you closer to the final. Like instead of one big project, see it as a bunch of smaller ones.

Smth I do to let off steam from bigger projects is making stupid shit like this:

Like there's no point to it other than to be dumb and funny.

Keeping the story entertaining or fun even while doing a part you don't want too.

Sometimes you will just have to chug through a portion you dislike but is necessary. But staying strong really helps.

Pop on a freakin' YT video and zone the hell out is what I do.

Your art doesn't have to be perfect every single time, my comics at least, are free so anyone who complains is a little bitch.

Just do what makes you happy.

Huge thing to consider: Your art doesn't have to be held to any specific standard.

You don't even have to COLOR that shit if you don't want too lmao. There's no rules. You can color a sketch and post it. It literally doesn't matter.

A specific standard of what every webcomic should be held to is a lie. It doesn't exist. Go feral.

Draw backgrounds. Even if you suck at em. It helps give the world dimension hah.

That's what I've been trying to do.

Use your comics as a way to experiment.

Ghost Soulmate I wanted to try out this weird painter style for the shading/lighting.

In FSR it was trying out a more anime style

Falling Cards is weird character designs + A FAR too ambitious story hah.

Bunny and Kitty was to see if I could do a shorter form story.

Biggest advice would be: Just try smth. You got no obligation to finish smth either. Just try it and see how it goes.

I'd recommend having an idea where your story is going before you start, but just starting ANYWHERE helps.

I tend to doodle my characters before I jump into their comic. Doodle them doing fun stuff before I go into the meat and potatoes of what I want them to do. I often have an ending in mind too before I start. You can fill in the gaps later.

Anyways that's all I got Idk if this was useful or helpful. X'D

[awakeandlonely]

I had to draw/write something for the time lords jinkeda au

The sketch for this drove me mad and it was only meant to be coloured hair but i got carried away (takeda would so have floating tassles)

Story under the cut :)

I thought that being a literal time God was the ultimate bucket list cross off. Turns out its not all what its cracked up to be.

I guess I should have expected that Lord Raiden (or is it just Raiden now?) seemed to be getting more miserable and wrinkley the more often I had to see him. I guess it just comes with the job.

I assumed ,with my limited knowledge of timeline divergences, that since i became time lord that I split to another timeline and so did my friends when given the opportunity to finally end Kronikas rule. I adsumed we'd all see eachother again. Battle another legenday beast or something. But ive reset the time line. brought everything up to date. chose my champions. And ive only seen Jin , being less than pleased about god hood, and Cassie ,being overly pleased about god hood.

I keep spinning and fiddling with the ring on my finger so much so the area has gone red. Shes out there somewhere. I know she is. She has to be. My champions obviously can tell how panicked I am.

When bringing everything back I knew I had to change the tournament somehow even out the odds a bit more for further down the line. So my father, Cassies dad, Kung Lao and Liu Kang were chosen as the first champions of Mortal Kombat. And the normal conflicts happened , Sindel and Shao Kahn's betrayal, Shang Tsung being a menace, that sort of stuff. Then eventually the new Kombat kids happened but there couldn't be another Takeda, that would just make the kids life miserable. Eventually I settled on Jin, Cassie, Frost and a Satoshi turned revinant turned real boy (long story). There all different to how they were but im proud of them.

They still have certain traits that I just couldnt bear changing or they wouldnt be themselves thought and one of them is how undeniably nosy Cassie is in my personal life. (This is my fault for assuming she would be any different) she noticed pretty quickly that I felt something missing in my life. Putting me on edge constantly of her whereabouts. If she was even alive. So what does any good student do when they see their master struggling with something extremely personal? Of course! Search though his room without his knowledge and fine old pictures of him and his potentially dead spouce! I dont know how Johnny did it when Sonya left him I would have gone into a state of constant hysteria.

Now im here having to explain the last 25 years of my life before the reset to my champions without having a breakdown.

Maybe I should have just stayed in Fiji instead of killing the God of space and time.

Hope you enjoyed :)

[imflyingfish]

Hi fish hi fish!! :] hope you're doing swell- wanted to ask for some advice

I've been trying to learn how to draw wheelchairs for a while now, hardest part has been finding refs with people in em, do you know what terms to search up to find stuff like that? All good if not, just know you're pretty well acquainted with drawing em so figured I'd ask

First off I'm going to state that I'm not a wheelchair user. I have researched them in the past and have asked a family member who uses one for advice, but still don't take my word as absoultely reliable. The majority of my knowlege/observations comes from watching family members with chairs so it may be biased. I'm going to be mostly talking about manual chairs but the same suggestions should apply to powered.

Searching up "wheelchair drawing reference" can help, but I discourage using google images. Often the images will be unrealistic due to them being stock images, or of the wrong type of wheelchair for what youre drawing. (One that comes up a lot are foldable wheelchairs which are more associated with hospitals than practical life).

Instead, try to use reference collections made by wheelchair users. This is a really good collection by Criptid Cosplayer in both manual and powered wheelchairs. They also have a small guide to designing fantasy wheelchairs which was interesting.

I also reccomend learning what the different parts of a wheelchair are and do. This will make it easier to understand how the user uses the chair, the shape of the chair and make it easier to remember the different parts while drawing. I don't have a specific source for this using photo reference since I looked at real wheelchairs for this. However @/calvin-arium has a good guide to drawing chracters with wheelchairs with drawn diagrams here.

Also ensure you observe how real people use wheelchairs. I find that tutorials for using wheelchairs are a good source for this since they break down how each movement works. This will make it easier to draw Wheelchairs in montion/natural posing. Wheels2walking has a good video explaining rolling and one here for wheelies.

Other tips:

Give your characters wheelchair gloves, especially if they're going to be going longer distances than just being inside. Not all users use gloves but they do help protect the hands.

Consider if the character needs additional support/what type of chair they're needing. E.G. Seatbelts, cushions, cupholders, additional storage space, hight of handles/if they have handles, back height ect.

Check what type of wheelchair your character needs. One of my OC's needed to always hold a megaphone as her main weapon, so I gave her a powered wheelchair with a headrest to ensure that I could still have her move around the battlefield without taking away her disability. Other times you will need to consider the type of chair around their disability rather than design/character function. Make sure you research the type of chair for the disability and adjust if needed.

Wheelchairs have different functions. Sports wheelchairs and off-road wheelchairs look very different to regular wheelchairs so keep that in mind. Always research the right wheelchair

Also consider if your character can move their legs or not while posing.

To draw the wheelchair start with a circle with the figure to get an idea of the pose. Treat the chair as an extension of the character while drawing. Don't worry about the anatomical accuracy of the chair before you have a good idea of the pose/a basic sketch or thumbnail

Remember to draw the wheelchair using perspective. or dont.

Wheelchairs are even cooler decorated. Some people use stickers, covers, lights, fabrics, spikes.

It's okay to draw wheelchairs badly. I see a lot of people avoid drawing them for fear of getting them wrong but thats just. counterintuative. Make sure you research (even further than this post links to) and stop avoiding them.

Okay yeah, thats all I can think of for now. Keep in mind that I'm not disabled and so not everything I say is guarenteed to be accurate. But this should be enough to help you out I think.

If anybody else wants to add on to this feel free

[daddysfangirls-dc]

UnTamed Ch.3

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His smell gave him away. While there was a slight difference as one wore cashmere and the other was kevlar. But their main scent was still the same at the end of the day. Damian Wayne and Robin were the same person.

At first, it was shocking Gotham's newest snobby-rich kid was Gotham's newest and deadliest boy wonder. After some time in her thoughts, it made sense. All those gadgets, suits, cars, and planes had to be expensive, and The Waynes were rich. They could afford it. They also had the means to hide it. And the number of children Mr. Wayne had lined up with the number of sidekicks or alias Batman had give or take a few. But even then, if one looked at those associated with the family the most, they'd find those missing.

After making her discovery, she took to following Damian  Wayne and Robin at a distance through different animal forms her discovery was quickly given evidence. Not only that, she learned a lot about Robin A.K.A Damian Wayne. Despite the constant scowl he wore on his face, he was gentle. His words often had double meanings or were used to cover up his own nerves and insecurities. He was a very complicated individual, but not on purpose he appeared to be in a complicated situation. It made sense.

Robin was confident, strutted his stuff, he knew everything, he could do anything, he was comfortable. Damian Wayne, however, was more like an arrogant version of Bambi and didn't even realize it. He didn't know how to socialize, and he didn't know about politeness, social cues, or bias. He wasn't normal, and neither was she. 

It was fun watching him be not normal. And she watched him be not normal for three weeks. Until one day, she decided to get closer. 

-

She sat as a snow owl hidden in the snow in the trees as she watched him sketch through the window. The sketches were gruesome, terrifying, and bloody still. He had talent, even if it was scary.

She still wanted to get closer.

Discovering that his window wasn't entirely closed, she shifted to the smallest insect, crawled into the room through the crack and settling on his desk, and shifted into a cat. 

-

On the night with the truck, the girl vanished, but eyes laid upon him and never left. Over three weeks and, the eyes never left him nit in the night or the day. He looked, but he couldn't find the eyes, and it frustrated him to no end. To the point where he was even tempted to tell his father about them. He let out his frustration slowly and detailed with his drawings. And then the eyes came to him. 

One minute he was sketching away his frustrations the next thing he knew, a cat was sitting on his desk. The same cat as before. As much as he wanted to wring her neck, he couldn't bring himself to. Instead, he ignored her and continued with his sketches. He was just finally relieved that he knew where the eyes were. Her eyes. 

"What do you want?" he asked, but he didn't look up, and she didn't respond. She continued to watch him sketch. They don't say anything. He had a lot of questions, and so did she, but at the moment, neither of them wanted to ask or answer. So they sat in silence. Strange relief is setting in both of them. 

-

They continued like this for several weeks she'd show up, and they'd sit in silence together. She never left the room; she always came as a cat and left as a bird. Words were never exchanged, maybe a few looks and gestures, but never words. And despite the unanswered questions, they liked it until several weeks later. 

-

"Why haven't you asked any questions?" she asked. Damian was sitting at his desk behind him she sat on his bed he paused for a moment before continuing. He was painting this time. 

"Why haven't you?" 

"I've been watching you for weeks I know a lot about you already." 

It should be unsettling hearing that you were being followed, especially considering his nightlife, but instead, he felt almost relief like he knew he didn't have to explain himself. But it also irritated him because how much did she know?

"What do you want to know... Robin?" no point in hiding it. 

"When did you find out?"

"The truck. Damian Wayne and Robin smell the same. Wasn't hard to connect the dots, especially after watching you at night."

Careless, reckless, irresponsible. The whole family would be angry and disappointed if they found out. He should definitely be punished or even removed. Hopefully, she didn't know about the others or at least left them alone. 

"What do you plan to do with this information?"

If she were a threat, he'd remove her. He knew how, and no one would know. It wasn't like she had any record.

" Nothing," she said he turned around to see her sitting on his bed in a neat Indian style naked. " I have no reason to. Plus, who would believe me? I'm no one."  She was being honest he could tell in her body language. She was telling the truth. He believed her, didn't know why, shouldn't have, but he did.

"Who are you?"

"I'm no one"

"What's your name?"

"I don't have-"

"Everyone has a name. I don't remember it"

"You don't know  your name." She was uncomfortable now. " How do people address you?" 

"... They don't." No longer feeling comfortable or safe or any good. Getting up from the bed, she goes to open the window, and Damian watches her escape. He watched her disappear into the sky.

Getting up, he shuts the window, goes to his desk, and pulls out a file. Her file. Despite the fact he had been looking into her since her first escape, her file was very small. Her mother was a teen mom, although there was no record of her birth DNA proving who her mother was, and her father was a child rapist in his 50 he died two years ago, killed by his last victim's older brother. Her grandparents were killed in a Joker attack. She had no family. And that's where her file ended because technically, she didn't exist no one knew she existed.

Her mother obviously didn't give birth in any medical facility there was no record of her even being pregnant. Damian theorized she had been born and raised on the street alone with her mother until she died. Then, she was truly gone. Damian wondered what her mother called her, what happened to her, and how her daughter ended up like this. 

-

The Girl didn't know her own name. She had been called many things throughout her life, but nothing she'd claim as a name. Nothing she wished to stick. And it wasn't like she had people around to give or a name to use it. A name was just a reminder that she truly had no one and never really did or would. She was a no-name girl, and she'd stay a no-name girl. 

[iraprince]

I love how fluid your sketch work is! how do you get confident in posting sketches without them feeling sloppy or unfinished?

thank you!! when i think about it, there are basically two main things that lead to me posting a bunch of sketches:

1.a lot of the time a pile of sketches is the only thing i have the energy/attention span/stamina to create. it's this or nothing!

and

2. i like my sketches! i am very often self-conscious/down on myself about the fact that the overall balance of what i post online is far more sketches/draft work than polished illustrations, but i'm not bothered by the fact that individual sketches are sloppy/unfinished, if that makes sense.

basically this may not be an answer that's specifically helpful to you but for me it's not a confidence thing so much as just the fact that sketch work is what works for me. i don't think Ability To Post should be the end-all be-all of drawing stuff; if the idea of posting your sketches makes you feel anxious or uncertain, i think it's worth it to ask yourself if maybe it's just okay that you don't like posting unfinished stuff, rather than automatically considering that discomfort something that has to be Worked Through. (this is my very specific perspective coming from a place where agonizing over things being Good Enough To Post has done more to dent my confidence/make me freeze up and feel art blocked than anything else; practicing moving away from Posting Stuff as the end goal of drawing has been really valuable for me.)

if in the end u are really like "no, i WANT to learn to be cool with it," and/or "the end goal of posting stuff publicly IS really important to me," you can always start small! posting first to a private account or sharing w friends on discord first, rather than hucking it directly to strangers on main, can be an easier way to get into it; or maybe you'll find it easier to collect a bunch of sketches and post them all at once, instead of one at a time. also anyone who would think anything rude about you posting scraps/wips is a joyless dickhead anyway, so do keep that in mind

[bakt-god]

Decided to make my own interpretations/redesigns/rewrites of the Aphmau characters. Right now I only have the mys s1 aph-house housemates redesigned, but I have a lot, and I mean A LOT, of stuff for other characters.

Aphmau

She/Her

Bi

Minecraft Diaries: Kinda more longer, tangled hair. I kept her markings but I'm gonna be honest I didn't look at a reference to see if they were correct. I just kinda winged it. I'll probably change them to her actual ones. Also her eyes are kinda more vacant since she doesn't appear as lively (or at least as happy) as her counterpart. Has a lot more scars, mostly from recklessness and lack of awareness. Her palms have calluses from all the work she does.

I also wanna say that I imagine her earlier outfits to be significantly less purple, but as she gains more and more influence as a political leader she is able to afford adding purple to her daily wardrobe. Also she gets a damn haircut.

Mystreet: Shorter and neater hair. Kept her bangs from her earlier skins because I love them. Happier eyes too. I decided to just do her galaxy sweater since I just thought it suits her the best. I don't know if I wanna keep the whole werewolf side plot with her since it... really isn't that big of a deal for her. But I decided to just sketch out what her hair and ears would look like in S6. They fade to gray. Also her hair is significantly shorter because idk it's more convenient or it hides her identity. I just thought she'd look cute :)

As for her personality she is a lot less like her S3+ self and more S1-S2. She's more sarcastic and mature instead of... whatever the future seasons offered. I'm gonna be frank I don't like how often she was babied in later seasons, it made her dynamics with others (especially Aaron) weird.

Katelyn

She/They

Bi

Minecraft Diaries: Half shaved hair that's also braided because I thought it'd look badass and would suit their rough, unapproachable exterior. She doesn't have many scars, mainly cause it's more likely she'd beat you to unconsciousness than it is to scar her. I imagine the one on her cheek to be something from one of the other jury members or Zane himself. She also has a large scar on their right arm and bruises on their fists. Also yeah that's how I'm drawing the armor for the jury of nine. The armor itself is tinted by their respective color (in Katelyn's case, it's blue).

Her personality is mainly the same as canon I think. She's kinda awkward and does have people's best interest at heart, they really just don't know how to show it.

Mystreet: Pretty similar to canon. Although I should say that the reason the hair colors are pretty different is because she adds highlights to her hair. I think it was said during early S3 or during one of the moving episodes. They also have brown eyes because I can't stand the blue on blue on blue I'm sorry.

As for her personality they're kinda more laid back in comparison to canon. I do wanna keep her journey / character development though. Also less uhhh """"tsundere"""". I'm sorry but there's only like three tsunderes in fiction that I can tolerate. Also they're a grown twenty-something year old. She's staying as a giant nerd though. Love it when she's cringe fail <3

Nana/KC

She/Her

Pan

Minecraft Diaries: Long, brown hair. Does it make sense for it to be long? Probably not. However I make the rules and I decided she would be really pretty with long hair. Her clothes aren't as vibrant though. Also they are actually medieval because what the hell was her S1 and S3 outfits?? Her S2 dress was gorgeous.

Her character is kinda different in my version. She's still bubbly, but not to Mystreet degree. She mellows out during between S1 and S2 (mainly because NT surpasses her in terms of energy). She's also just a regular baker and not a fUCKING MAID??? Also she knows forbidden magic oops. Because of that she's also a lot more careful and a little paranoid.

Mystreet: She dies her hair bright ass bubble gum pink </3. Definitely to appear cuter. Also, small detail, but she paints her nails/claws light pink too. All in all there's a fuck ton of pink. I decided to just draw her S3 outfit because it's actually really cute. I gave her earrings as well. As for her S6 design, she's growing out her roots to kinda 'blend in'. I have some doodles of some ideas of post-S6 that I wanna recreate because they're cute and. YEah. I spent a lot of time for Nana.

Her personality early on is just as unbearable, but not as criminal, y'know? In my rewrite she was basically raised by the internet, so to speak, and adopted fandom culture heavily. She eventually started replacing herself with her online identity. I could make a much longer and more detailed post later if anyone's interested! Anyway, she later grows and becomes a better person.

Vylad

They/Them

Pan

Minecraft Diaries: Slightly longer hair that covers their face. I gave them a lot of belts. Is it practical? Probably not. Do they look cool? ...Idk. I don't have much to say for their appearance, I kinda just went with 'rule of cool'. I will say, they probably have a fucking lot of scars, especially around their wrists and ankles (shackles) and chest (stabbed).

Idk what EXACTLY I want their personality to be, but they're a lot more serious. They're still a little bit of a socially awkward dork, but it's covered up by their mysterious aura. Somewhat.

Mystreet: Alright I'm gonna be honest I was running low on ideas. This is probably their most 'approachable' look, or like. The outfit they wear at family reunions. I firmly believe Vylad is a dark academia enjoyer. Also they're wearing those stupid little boots and it makes them look taller. ALSO you can't see it (mainly cause idk what I want it to look like yet), but they have matching tattoos with the SKs and Laurance. They were going to do piercings but didn't want to commit.

As for their personality... it's basically same as canon. Or like. Aligned with canon. Just add some unnecessary angst because I like drama.

So yeah. I hope everyone enjoys :)

[sadlybeans]

Náro

prince of the noldor, certified chaos incarnate

I am 🎶 way too lazy 🎶 to draw detailed things 🎶 so I just drew this 🎶 in a comic style 🎶

✨ Headcanons ✨

Suffers from chronic baby face. Is often mistaken to be Curvo or Tyelpe by people who don’t know him.

Short hair. Convenient for working in the forges, excellent defence against rowdy children.

Brown skin like Finwë, but looks like a miniature of Míriel.

S h o r t

(Y’know, the average noldo is about a head shorter than Nelyo -commonly used as a measure unit. Well, Náro is the height of an average sinda, which makes him about two heads shorter)

(I cannot emphasise enough how short he is. The only person in the family of his height is Káno)

Hates (wearing) jewellery. Will not use earrings, rings, bracelets or necklaces, but can be convinced to wear a circlet.

✨some more headcanons that have nothing to do with his appearance✨ that are also placed in my personal AU and therefore might be conflicting with canon but i don’t care because i’ve run out of fucks to give, it’s eight am and i haven’t slept in twelve hours

Speaks tons of languages. Will use all of them at once when excited or angry (Nerdanel is never amused by this).

Cannot be trusted to write formal letters and documents. Partially because of the above fact, but mostly because he is the equivalent of a kinder aged child and should not be given important stuff.

Discipline the children? HA. No, he’s sitting down in the corner with them because he’s an enabler and could never say no to a cute pouty face.

Helicopter parent.

Actually allows the kids to socialise with their cousins. What do you mean? Of course he isn’t doing it to have his gaggle of little monsters corrupt Ñolvo and Arvo’s well behaved kids, why would he do that.

Cried for a week straight when he found out Káno was making heart eyes at Findo.

Then he spent a fortnight locked up in his forge and came back with a set of two identical daggers he gave Káno without explanation.

Constantly asks Tyelpe to spy on Nelyo and Finno because goddammit he wants more grandchildren.

Gets drunk easily.

He’s the type of drunk who cries for everything.

He will also constantly ask for Nerdanel like an excited puppy.

Overgrown cat behaviour. And no, he does this sober.

Extended family dinners with half siblings? Will -naturally- push Ñolvo’s cup/utensils to the floor ‘by accident’. Blackmailed by Finwë to stay in Arvo’s house overnight? Slams doors, pushes furniture around, drops shit on the floor. In the middle of the night of course.

Takes the slightest casual comment about a new craft/art that someone is doing as a challenge to do it bigger and better.

Nerdanel can’t sew for shit. Náro embroiders cute little details in the boys’ clothing.

Can’t paint or draw for shit. His sketches and plans for his work are incomprehensible and look like they were drawn by a toddler with Parkinson’s desease. Only the Valar know how the fuck he manages to create exquisite beauty out of that.

Handwriting is damn illegible. He can actually manage something presentable if necessary but he rarely gives enough fucks to do that.

Ambidextrous but instead of being proficient writing with both hands he can’t write with either.

ok i’m tired so i may write more later

wait one more

HE LOVES HIS WIFE AND CHILDREN. that’s it thanks